#Best Stresser

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Hi! I don't know if ur accepting requests, so you can ignore this if y aren't ❤️

Can I request the twisted wonderland dorm leaders with a gender neutral reader that's based on the White Rabbit?

White Rabbit | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Paranoic and really jittery; your every day normal is that of someone high on caffeine. While many would equate it to the temperament of a frantic bunny it is your every day normal. Of course the ones willing to kill for you don’t mind or maybe they do and are hoping that once your in their clutches your nervous temperment recedes:

Vil Schoenheit

“If time is the issue I’ll make sure to keep you informed.”

When you are trapped staying in your captor boyfriend’s dorm

He sets alarms for events you worry about 

While smashing or keeping your pocket watches away

That way you can’t hop to testify when the body dropped

He’ll worry about the time and he’ll worry about your makeup

You don’t need to do anything else

Riddle Rosehearts

“Yes! Your timing is impeccable (Y/n) you can never disappoint.”

Of course he appreciates your dedication to time

Always following his rules on top of that

No better place for you than by his side

His precious timekeeper

Idia Shroud

“I-i understand t-that feeling. Maybe we can isolate together!”

He figures if time is your stresser than you’ll appreciate not keeping any time at all

He’s excited to get you addicted+ to enjoy games as much as he does

Killing two major bosses in one go– you’ll always be by his side and he does get to save the ammo meant for enemies

Malleus Draconia

“We are so different. Different in size, in power–star crossed is a good name for us isn’t.”

He notices how you were so brave to approach more like too afraid to run away

He loves the speedy pitter patter of your little heart almost as much as he likes it when your sleeping+

Dragon’s aren’t known for chasing bunnies

But they are known for keeping treasures even if they do try to run

Azul Ashengrotto

“Always in a rush, wouldn’t you like some security?”

He does what he does best

Take advantage of your jumpy disposition

But this time it isn’t just to have the upper hand 

Precious little rabbits should be kept safe and sound in their pens

Predators are easier to cull that way

Leona Kingscholar

“Well that’s my herbivore, my prey. Quite the runner.”

Delights in the fact he can chase you around and blame it on you just being the scaredy bunny you are

But he loves it most how you recognize his hunger, twitch your nose, and dart away

You’re just so irresistable

[herhangisey]

Starksrresser - Pro+

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[wandafiction]

You Stupid, Stupid Idiot

Warnings: Angst, Injury, death, No Happy Ending

“We have a mission.” 

It’s all Steve said as you and Natasha entered the kitchen, sleep still fresh in your eyes as you stand behind her with your arms wrapped around her waist, and your chin on her shoulder. You raise your brows at the man in his blue, white and red spandex who claps his hands a few times in front of the both of you and you shake your head quickly trying to wake yourself up as the reality of his words hit you.

“Wait a mission? But it's Sunday?” You groan, Natasha holds in a chuckle as Steve sends you a glare. 

“Yes, a mission like Hydra is going to take a day off. Everyone is coming so please go get yourself mission ready.” 

“Yes boss man.” You give him a fake salute as you drag yourself and Natasha back to your room to get changed into your mission gear. 

"What do you think the mission is? Steve seems pretty stressed." Natasha turns to you as you put the finishing touches on your suit.

"That man's always stressed, baby." Natasha chuckles, gently slapping your shoulder at your response.

"I'm serious dorogaya, he hardly stresses about missions and he said everyone is involved. Whatever it is, it must be serious." You turn to look at Natasha using your finger and thumb in her chin to tilt her head to look at you. 

"Steve is a stresser, but you're right it must be big for the whole team to be involved. So let's not keep them waiting." You lean down pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before tapping her butt earning a chuckle that breaks the kiss apart. "Let's go."

"Yes boss woman." Natasha gives you a fake salute smirking as she turns around and heads towards the door. 

"Oh you're gonna regret that." She squeals as you start to chase her out of the bedroom.

♤♡◇♧

"So everyone knows the plan?" Everyone looks at Steve from their seats in the quinjet all giving a small yes or thumbs up. "Good because we are five minutes out." 

“It's a quick in and out with hardly any agents, they think they are moving out of the base. Yeah right. So tell me now, miss romanoff, why do we need the whole team?” You ask quietly to the red-head sitting next to you, curling a brow at your question.

“He isn’t telling us something.” You nod at her response, both your eyes darting to the star-spangled man who is standing by the door of the jet, reading from the tablet in his hands.

“I wonder what it is he is hiding from us.” You look back to Natasha who is trying to get a read on the man, his body language showing he is hiding something by the way he shuffles on his feet, clearing his throat unnecessarily, looking around to make sure no one is looking over his shoulder.

“We could always ask Wanda.” You both look in the young Sokovian’s direction, the brunette looking down at her hands as she fiddles with her fingers as Vision does his best to calm her down, but his logical thinking makes that difficult. 

“She looks terrified.” Natasha states the obvious as you both take in the way Wanda’s complexion is rather pale, muttering to herself as she glances at Steve every now and again.

“She knows.” That’s all Natasha needs to hear from you to stand from her seat and make her way over to Wanda, kneeling down in front of the girl and placing a hand on her knee; you were quick to join sitting in the free seat next to her. Vision sees the look you give him, understanding enough to leave the three of you alone.

“What is he hiding?” Wanda looks at you and Nat wide eyed.

“I-I-I don’t know what you mean.” Natasha raises a brow and Wanda sighs knowing there is no use in lying. “Hydra managed to get one of Tony’s nanotech suits and are experimenting on it, him and Tony don’t know what to expect when we go in. They don’t think all of us will be coming home.”

“All of us always come home Wands, don’t worry about that. Just worry about fighting the bad guys and let Tony and Steve deal with whatever they are here for.” You wrap your arm around the younger girl's shoulder pulling her into a half embrace as Natasha squeezes her knees; the actions allowing Wanda to relax slightly.

“Okay, everyone, let's get this done.” The three of you look to Steve who is pressing the button to open the door and you are met by what seems to be an abandoned building, all of you cautiously make your way out of the jet. 

“I will see you in a minute.” You smile at Nat’s saying, turning your head to look down at her before leaving a soft kiss on her lips.

“I will see you in a minute.”

♤♡◇♧

“Y/n, shit! Stay with me.” You watch as Wanda slides onto her knees, almost colliding with your tired body that's slumped against a wall, her hands moving to cup your cheeks moving your head so you’re looking at her. “Hey, hey. You’re going to be fine okay. Let's get you out of here, back onto the jet and you and Nat can finally get married.”

“Wanda.” Your voice is weak, as a small amount of blood starts dribbling from the corner of your mouth.

“No, don’t you dare Wanda me. You and Nat are getting married next week, and I'll be damned if I don't help you get to that altar on time. So you keep your eyes on me, and I will get you out of here.” You don’t miss the tremble in her voice, the panic in her eyes, not believing her own words as she puts her finger to the coms in her ear. “Natasha, you need to get to the east side of the building, 3rd floor at the end of the corridor.”

“I’m a little busy with these Hydra goons right now Wanda, get Y/n to help you.” Wanda looks to the ceiling blinking away her tears, looking at you as you shake your head trying to stop her from saying what she is about to.

“I can’t, I need you here because it’s Y/n.” You hear the coms crackle in your own ear, the silence is deafening as you wait to hear a response.

“I’m on my way …  Cap?” 

“I got it, go.” Wanda looks back at you, using her free hand to wipe up the blood that is still leaving your mouth, and her eyes finally look down to the cause, taking her fingers off the com.

“I might be able to save you. I mean I’ve healed vision before, I should be able to heal you.” Her voice cracks with the emotion she is holding in, her hand moving down to your abdomen before brushing against the steel bar that you’ve become impaled on. 

“He is a literal walking microwave Wanda, wires and a powerful universe gem thing. This, this is something only a surgeon can fix.”

“So let's get you to doctor Cho, or Bruce. Yeah Bruce will know how to save you.” You shake your head, your bloodied hands grabbing a hold of Wanda’s frantically moving ones as she tries to come up with any ideas.

“Wanda, if we move me off this thing I’m dead.”

“And if you stay here, you’re dead.” The realisation seems to hit her and the tears start to flow down her cheek as she shakes her head in denial, her bottom lip quivering as she lets out a small no. “You can’t die, you and Nat are all I have left.”

“And you will still have Nat…” Before you can say anything else you feel another set of hands on your body and turn your head to see Natasha searching you up and down frantically, her panicked state not allowing her to see the obvious.

“Come on, up.” She says like she is talking to a child who is screaming and crying over simply having tripped over their own feet.

“I can’t.” You cough, a splatter of blood leaving your mouth, marking Wanda’s clothes and the floor. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, nothing a little seltzer water and lemon can’t fix." You chuckle before coughing, Wanda using her sleeve to clean the fresh blood. 

"Sure thing Wands, that should work." Wanda gives you a pressed lip smile, trying her best not to completely break down in front of you. 

"What happened?" Natasha's soft voice causes you and Wanda to turn back to look at her, you wincing when the metal bar shifts slightly with your movement and you notice Natasha's eyes glued to the sight of it. 

"I was trying to get into the archive room and grab the blue prints and the plans and any intel I could. I didn't notice someone sneaking up behind me and Y/n jumped between me and him as he shot off his weapon. It was like Stark's blasters but in gun form and her shields weren't enough to stop her flying across the room." Wanda rambles desperately trying to make sure you don't die on her as she speaks.

"Where is he?" You see the flash of the old Natasha, the bloodthirsty assassin, as her voice drops an octave. 

"Dead." You weakly lift your hand to her cheek, rubbing soft circles along her cheekbone with your thumb and see the look that was there one second disappear at your words. 

"I may or may not have thrown him from the window." Wanda says shyly, earning a small chuckle from you and Natasha. "And yes I checked the body Nat, I couldn't let him get away with this."

"Nat what's your status?" The coms crackle once again in your ear at Steve's voice. "We are all done here, the three of you need to get back to the jet. We can't risk reinforcements coming."

"Steve." You hate the way Natasha's voice wavers, her normally strong but soothing voice gone and in its place a broken croak that once again silences the coms. 

"How long do you need?" Tony's voice is next and at his question Natasha looks at you, the color slowly draining from your face as more blood is coughed up by you; Wanda once again wiping your face clean of it. 

"I don't … I don't know, but just …. Please just wait for us." Natasha swallows harshly as she watches Wanda sandwich one of your hands between the both of hers. 

"Maximoff?" Tony seems to be taking over the command, which doesn't surprise you as Steve was never very good when it came to the death of someone he knew. You could imagine him sitting in his seat with his head in his hands as Bucky tries to comfort him.

"Yeah." You and Wanda both reply at the same time, earning a small chuckle down the coms.

"The older, not so good looking Maximoff." You can hear the smirk on Tony's face and you chuckle but wince in pain as the bar shifts again as your body slumps more as you struggle to keep yourself up.

"Rude." Is all you say but smile as you hear the chuckles of the other teammates and the two people in front of you. "I'm only 27, not that much older."

"That's 7 years sestra. Quite the age gap." You move to hit her, but a strong pair of hands on your shoulders stops you from moving and you give Nat a questioning look.

"The metal, don't move." You scrunch your brows as you follow her eyes and gasp when you see the metal poking out of your abdomen covered in blood.

"How did that get there?" You goofily smile as you move your free hand to the bar, your fingers poking the end. "And whose blood is that?"

"Nat…" You look back to Wanda, whose eyes are filled with fresh tears as she watches the delirium from the loss of blood take over. 

"Why are you crying Wands? Did someone die? Who died?" One of Wanda's hands moves to wipe her tears as Natasha takes your other hand in hers. 

"No one yet sestra. No one, I'm just happy to see you." You scrunch your brows.

"Well that's silly because we see each other everyday. So who's gonna die if no one has died." Wanda's bottom lip quivers her eyes saying it all and your head drops down to look back at the metal bar, as everything seems to hit you at once the delirium no more as it's wiped out by the reality you are in. "Oh."

"I love you." Your head moves to look at Natasha, a wide smile on her face as she sees you practically melt at the words. 

"I love you too Tasha. I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm going to make it to the altar." Natasha lets out a small sob, turning her head to look away from you as she tries to compose herself. 

"Hey Y/n." You hum, your head flopping to the side slightly as you look at Wanda, forcing your eyes to stay open. "When you see Pietro, tell him I said hi and that he needs to behave until I get there. I don't want to get to the afterlife and see you've murdered our brother because he was annoying you."

You let out a small laugh, no longer feeling the pain as the metal bar shifts your eyes nearly closed as your breathing slows down. You can feel that the inevitable is coming and there is nothing anyone can do, but you know you have to fight until your last breath so you force your head up leaning the back of it against the wall. Clearing your throat and opening your eyes as much as you can to see the two women in front of you, tears staining their cheeks as they hold your hands up theirs. 

"I promise not to kill Peitro, that's your job. He is your twin after all." Wanda nods with a laugh leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead before leaning her own against yours. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, and look after Nat for me. She is going to need you more now than ever."

"I promise." You gently rub your forehead against Wanda’s, something you have done since you were kids as your way to make a promise instead of making a pinky promise. 

"And you, my love, you look after my sister. You are both going to need each other." You swallow harshly, feeling your eyes starting to get heavy, unable to keep them open as you feel your throat dry, slapping your lips together and leaning into the touch on your cheek as Natasha places her hand on it. 

"I love you dorogaya." You smile weakly, your eyes staying closed as you take a shaky breath trying to use the last of your energy for her. 

"I love … love …y-y-ou too." Natasha feels your head fall more into her hand, your chest not rising as the last of your breath leaves your body as you allow the darkness and the inevitable consume you. 

"Natasha." Natasha clears her throat at the sound of Tony’s voice, placing her finger on her coms. 

"We are on our way." That's all she says as she moves closer to your body, wrapping one arm under your legs and the other around your back slowly pulling you off of the metal bar. 

Wanda keeps your hand in hers as she stands with Natasha, the both of them walking in silence. The only sounds that can be heard are the soft cries of the young Sokovian and the two women's footsteps in the cold snow as they step outside and towards the quinjet. 

They ignore the looks of sympathy from Tony and Steve, stopping themselves from saying anything as they spot Wanda's glare; her eyes glowing red. They both look away from two women who are cradling your body as they sit down, Natasha running her hand through your hair as your head lays in her lap. Wanda still has not let go of your hand, feeling that if she does it will make it all too real and she can't say goodbye to another sibling. Wanda looks at you shaking her head as her mind flashes memories of watching you fly into the wall as you save her life and she can only think of saying one thing to you now that you can't hear her.

"You stupid, stupid idiot."

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[writing-whump]

Nausea rising

Isaiah goes to tell Arnie what happened. Emotional comfort. Gets nausous from the nerves. Includes emeto.

"So, uhm..." Isaiah cleared his throat awkwardly, which had Matthew and Seline immediately turning their heads towards him.

"Are you feeling sick?"

"Everything okay, man?"

Isaiah grimaced. They said it at the same time. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I was just wondering...have you guys told Hector and Arnie?"

Matthew frowned and looked at Seline in an accusatory way. "No, we didn't, cause someone here was against it."

Seline shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his tone. "I thought it would be best not to stress you out with them around and panicking."

Isaiah nodded from his place on the sofa. "Thank you."

He was huddled in blankets, his feet in Matthew's lap while Seline sat next to him. Her hand was always on him these days, though he suspected she was just checking his pulse.

Matthew scoffed. "Oh boy. If anyone wants to know what I think, this is a bad idea. They should know."

"I don't think it's necessary," Isaiah said, squirming in his seat and looking at the opposite wall. "I'm okay, why should we worry them?"

"If you don't tell them, I will," Matthew announced.

Isaiah's eyes widened. "What? Why?"

"Cause it's just wrong. And I'm not gonna have another person biting my head off cause you wanna keep unhealthy secrets." Matthew shuddered. Hector's way of doing it would be a lot less metaphorical.

Isaiah looked at Seline. "Help me out here?"

Seline leaned back, hands crossed on her chest. "I agree with Matthew. That wasn't the right time, but they should know."

Isaiah grumbled under his nose. Seline could rationalise his reluctance if she decided to. No fair. "I just don't want them to freak out."

Seline's eyes softened a little. "Then don't keep it a secret. Tell them openly and calmly, show them it's a manageable issue and that you are fine. If you don't make a big deal out if it by hiding, they won't either."

...

Isaiah could not argue against that reasoning. Waiting just a bit longer for a good day - he hadn't thrown up, felt dizzy or stumbled once - he made his way to Hector's apartment.

Matthew and Seline wanted to come with him, but he didn't really want to draw the wrath of his brothers on the two.

As a compromise, he took a taxi to their place. No suit this time, but that suited him, since he was always cold. And the long sleeves of his shirt and cardigan masked the bruises on his arms. "Stupid blood-thinners," he muttered as he stopped in front of the door.

His heartbeat picked up immediately, beating painfully against his ribcage. The pressure resonated through his whole chest.

Stress making it worse was such a great diagnosis for him. Isaiah had always been a stresser. Just really good at hiding it.

He took a deep breath and rang the bell. Should he have knocked? Walked right in? No, that wasn't polite. Even around his brothers, that was just too unexpected.

Arnie opened the door, hair tousled and rubbing his eyes sleepily. That was strange, it was only 8 o'clock in the evening.

"Hey..." Isaiah said, voice trialing away as he forgot everything he planned to say.

Arnie stared at him in confusion, before his eyes suddenly widened. "Oh. Hey. Hector is running late today. If you want to see him-?"

"I came to see you. Both of you."

Arnie's face turned sour and he leaned away with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah? After two weeks, you remembered?"

They stared at each other in tense silence, before Isaiah cleared his throat. "Ehmm, can I...can I come in?"

Arnie scoffed, but turned inside. "Whatever."

Isaiah winced and followed after him. That wasn't an ideal start.

"Countless messages and texts. Your phone went straight to voicemail like you had it turned off. Also a great time to figure out neither of us have contacts on Matthew or Seline." Arnie went into the kitchen for a glass of water and then right through into the living room.

The blond sat down at the sofa, carding his hand through his hair to put them in place. "Any cool explanations? If you hadn't shown up this week, Hector would have raided your place."

Isaiah ended up braced against the dining table with his back, facing Arnie. Hopefully, him leaning against it wasn't betraying how woozy he suddenly felt. He waited all day to see he was symptomless but his baby brother's rant could put him back like this?

"Yeah, that was what I wanted to talk to you about."

"You better," Arnie said, chin lifted and green eyes narrowing at him. "I mean, maybe I'm overreacting. You can say that if you want. But what was this? Some kind of cool, top secret Executioner mission no one could know about?"

Isaiah shook his head. "I'm sorry I didn't call."

"Oh he is sorry," Arnie huffed. "You were sorry when you left 5 years ago too. No warning, no goodbye, just poof. And then you were sorry, but it had to be done."

"I wasn't going to-"

"And you will have bulletproof reasons, I'm sure and we will all feel so thankful to you," Arnie continued, sipping on his cold water drink.

Somewhere along the angry rumbling, Isaiah's tired senses registered something far more alarming though. There was an edge of shakiness to the words and a sort of shiny look to Arnie's eyes.

The hurt was what propelled him forward to the couch. "Arnie..."

Arnie angled his body away from his, hugging himself close. His lips were trembling. "Just- could you just give me a damn warning next time? Just an SMS that you will be going or something so I know?"

"I'm sorry." Isaiah said. Arnie had never truly complained about Isaiah leaving. He had not asked him questions or doubted his intentions. Finding out the truth through Hector, Isaiah didn't see his first or second reaction. He had no idea what about the ordeal hurt him the most.

Isaiah couldn't really think through his heart hammering in his ears, so he acted on instincts. He wrapped Arnie in a hug, pulling him against his side. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

Arnie tensed at the touch, arms still like a barrier between them. But then he breathed out and sank against Isaiah's chest, forehead first. His breaths came shaky and quick as he fought down little sobs.

"It's alright. I'm right here. Not leaving again." Isaiah said, wincing and adding, "never again if I have any say in it."

Arnie sniffled and trembled, but slowly calmed himself down, showing no signs of moving. "What-what's up with that outfit, anyway? That sweater doesn't match the shirt at all."

Isaiah chuckled, turning back to rest his head against the backrest. It was nice sitting against Arnie, he was warming him up. "Yeah."

Arnie leaned his own head against Isaiah's neck, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot more content. "Hmmm...you lost weight too. New eyebags. Have you been overworking?"

Isaiah shook his head gently, Arnie's blond curls ticking his chin. "If anything I have been resting too much. But there is a good reason why I wasn't picking up, I swear." Other then that his eyes hurt too much to look at the screen and he had trouble concentrating on reading.

"...and you feel warm too." Arnie pulled back, scanning Isaiah up and down. "You have a fever? Are you feeling okay?"

Isaiah gave him a crooked smile. Still that obvious? Maybe this wasn't the best day after all. "I'm okay. There is something you should know though."

Arnie frowned, his hand suddenly against Isaiah's cheek. "You are definitely feverish."

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "That's fine. It's normal. I have meds for this."

"Are you sick?"

"Not really. Or I guess not quite. It's just..." A small burp interrupted his sentence. His heartbeat picked up again, goosebumps running up his arm and neck. Whenever this happened, the nausea shot upwards. His lungs seemed to have shrank together. "I'm fine. Promise this is all handled. And I'm not contagious, so you don't have to worry."

"That was really not on my mind." Arnie slid away on the sofa. "What happened? You are clearly not well. Did you have a fight with your pack? Do you need to stay over, that's why you are so late? What's going on?"

"I'm okay, I swear. I came to explain to you-" His stomach twisted and Isaiah could tell if this was his normal case of stress sickness or the constant mild medication nausea worsening because his heart was messing him up.

Seline forced some emergency medication into his pocket. It was probably weird enough he was wearing so many layers with how warm the air was.

His chest was burning. He was so close. He could just say it out loud. Heart condition. Surgery. Alright now.

Isaiah put his legs down on the floor, a wave of lightheadedness washing over him. His stomach cramped and contracted in itself and his breath hitched from the pressure. His mouth flooded with saliva.

The nausea level rose up so quickly he wasn't sure if he wasn't going to throw up right there, without moving a muscle to prevent it.

"Isaiah? You just turned green."

Isaiah got up shakily, the nausea sliding down his back and around his spine like a snake. "Could you give me a minute? I-I'll be right back."

He headed to the bathroom, the vertigo coming and leaving so suddenly it blurred his vision for a bit. But he found the right door even half-blind.

He couldn't get down to the toilet as quickly as he needed or he would make the dizziness worse. Instead he leaned against the sink, fingers curling around the cold granite as the nausea rose again. Like water filling his nose, like he was suddenly too full...

An involuntary gag had him heaving over the sink, a splash of acidic water making its way out.

"Jesus! Okay, okay, we are doing this." Of course Arnie followed him in, his hand planted at the center of Isaiah's back. "You are okay. Let it up."

Isaiah didn't really have a choice. His chest burned and the world twirled as he burped towards the white sink, the soup and the tea from his dinner splattering all over it.

He spat out at the taste, panting for breath. Arnie rubbed his back up and down slowly, eyes wide with concern.

And then even more so when Isaiah swayed, grabbing onto Arnie for support.

"Whoa, Isaiah, what-"

"'s okay. Help me....sit down." His chest was doing that wheezing sound again, the pressure rising so much he gagged over his lap, but managed to suppress the hot liquid back down his throat.

Not realizing when he shut his eyes, he forced them open. He was propped up againd the bathtub on the floor. Arnie's hands were wrapped tightly around his arm. The blond was bravely quiet and calm for how pale and spooked he looked.

"...All better now."

"Hell you are. Still dizzy?"

"A bit. Just gonna sit here and it'll pass."

Arnie swallowed heavily, his grip on Isaiah's arm grounding him to reality. The room was spinning in a way that should have worried Isaiah but after the last two weeks was so familiar he didn't have it in him to panick.

A sudden burp bubbled up, nasty and wet at the end. Isaiah shut his mouth tight. It wasn't really that his stomach was upset, it was the combination of his heart not getting enough oxygen and his chest hurting that caused the vomiting fit.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" Arnie said in a small voice.

"Yeah. Just a minute." Isaiah shivered. The floor was cold. "This is harder...then I expected," he said with a small smile. He wanted to put on a brave face, but he also came here to be honest. It didn't go well together.

"Don't stress yourself out. There's no hurry." Arnie said with urgency, saying exactly the right thing without knowing everything.

The pressure started to ease up, letting Isaiah exhale and then slump to the side against Arnie. He was so exhausted he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Is it your stomach or something else? You look like you are in pain," Arnie said into the silence between Isaiah's drawn out relieved breaths.

"You are pretty good at reading me."

"Not that hard today as usual. You are more open. But don't push yourself because of me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Isaiah nuzzled his cheek against Arnie's shoulder, touched by the concern taking over his brother's curiosity. "No. I'm gonna tell you. I have to tell you." His stomach immediately cramped with a jolt, a burp rushing out.

Isaiah shudderssd at the sound, cradling his stomach gingerly. It was all sloshy and upset now, the adrenaline of the fit draining it of blood flow it needed to do its work.

"Anything I can get you? Anything you need?" Arnie said, tightening his hold on his arm. His voice sounded close to Isaiah's ear.

"Stay like this? Just a few more minutes."

"Take all the time you need," Arnie assured him, his tone more settled and calm. Isaiah wondered how it became like that so quickly.

[lilybug-02]

I have no idea if this'll help but when I personally have problems with stuff cause of ADHD, I like to turn on some music.

It calms me down a bit.

Again, no idea if this is useful, just wanted to offer my opinion. :3

Same.... tbh my ADHD has been really really bad the past few weeks. There's been an ADHD medication shortage and school is a big stresser for me so its just... A LOT. It's a constant struggle to even do simple tasks most the time. It's disheartening.

Trying my best.

[ivormybeloved]

May I hear more about the comfort mobs like Reginald and Nurm? I love the idea of little de-stresser companions that’s so wholesome.

Well, they're mainly for the patients that need them (and are able to stand not killing them every chance they get — LOOKING AT YOU, PETRA.) failed experiments do not get these little buddies

Their designs are mainly just stress toys or some sort of rag doll. They're pretty small, just a tad bigger than those American Girl dolls. They don't exactly talk, but instead communicate through Morse Code. (For one of my OCs, Andrew, he communicates through Binary Code so only Arthur and PAMA can understand him.)

The little calming buddies themselves are not experiments or anything, but they're mobs from this dimension the story takes place in that were modified a bit by The Creator to help out some patients. A lot of patients are either pretty neutral or they find their calming buddies in other patients (and example would be Romeo and Fred/Xara and Fred)

Calming buddies can also have multiple patients. Reginald is assigned to both Isa and Milo.

But they're mainly toy-like. They don't have blood or anything, they're just stuffing filled toys or just plastic.

Unlike the patients, these creatures can die. Pretty easily, might I add. So it's best to keep them close and make sure they don't get hurt. (STILL LOOKING AT YOU, PETRA.)

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

@mountain-dew-tickledpink hehehehe : 3 silly girl time

🌸🌻🌸

"What?"

Chloe Valentine is not the type of girl to be completely caught up on anything for too long; be it the best fashion, current gossip, or even what big news was yesterday. Her nails were always painted perfect, her tone never wavered, and she was not a stresser.

At least-

"Do you?"

Christine Canigula is standing on her tippy toes in front of her, looking both distracted and not, eyes focused but balance wavering as she goes from her feet to tippy toes and back again, seeming restless.

Chloe's mouth feels dry, and everything feels off-kilter, like wrongness was dumped onto her like they dumped that water bottle on jake at the last game. Drenching, seeping into her clothes as Christine just... asks if she'd like to sit together at lunch.

"Why would I want to do that?" she snaps, defensive for some reason, but guilty as she watches the other girl's face fall. It feels like she's missing something, and when she glances up, the reason slots into place.

Everyone is... mixing? Social hierarchies mingling with each other like the fucking fondue pot her parents bought that she hates because it always gives her a weird texture she doesn't know what to do with.

"Sorry... I guess I just thought you might want to because Brooke said yes," Christine admits and something about that...

She feels like she made the wrong choice as she freezes, glossed lips parting as she watches Christine walk away, grabbing the arm of that Jeremy guy Brooke was dating some time ago before breaking up.

Her gut twists watching him smile at her, reaching up to curl some hair around his finger, almost absent-minded about it. He seems to let go right before Rich slams into him, bringing him into a playful headlock as they both laugh, even as Christine tightens her grip to stay with Jeremy.

Chloe forces her eyes away, trying to believe the word she knew isn't crumbling, social rules extinguished and changed right under her nose without anyone letting her know. Her feet fall a little hard as she walks away, snapping at a kid in her way.

God, she couldn't wait to go home already.

[opheliajupiter99]

This is art of a race/monster I homebrewed for a DND campaign I was going to do for my birthday a while back but stressers sadly ended up with the game getting cancelled, but I still have the juicy lore!

This race/monster is called Toyfolk. There are multiple subspecies of Toyfolk, and the specific kind depicted in this art is the three members of the puppet subspecies: hand puppet, string puppet, and box puppet.

This race was birthed from magic gone awry (as all the best races are, really) and are essentially a hybrid of construct and living being, with an outer shell of cloth, wood, etc etc, and an inner shell of flesh and blood (think the toy monsters from the movie Krampus).

The hand puppet variety requires a host to move and speak, and without one is in a catatonic state, quite small in size due to being, well, a hand puppet. The box puppet doesn't require a host and is well protected by a hard outer layer in the form of the box it resides in but cannot walk due to a lack of legs. The string puppet is somewhere in the middle, not -needing- a host, but moves much better with one, slinking along the ground like a snake when no one is holding its strings.

Due to their many limitations, the puppet subspecies of Toyfolk are usually used in their society for gathering information and other stealth-based actives, especially the hand puppet, as while it cannot move without a host, it can still see and hear, so can be left hidden on shelves or in drawers to gather information undetected.

[nijigasakilove]

Time for AOTS! 3 eps in is almost record time for a beach episode, lol but I’ll take it! The lit club “canned” training camp is the perfect excuse for everyone to have some fun in the sun and I ain’t see a single pen being put to paper lmao.

Komari is so cute and I enjoyed the focus she got in this episode. Knew she was gonna be a good character when she and Nukumizu started the episode with a water fountain water quality debate. Everyone had certain water fountains they thought were the best in high school lmao.

Wish Komari wasn’t so hard on herself though, her social anxiety and awkwardness is exactly what makes her so cute. And there’s definitely a lot of cute girls that join literature clubs so idk what she was on about there 😂

Idk how Anna managed to finesse her way to the lit club beach trip but I’ll take it, she looked really cute! All the girls did tbf. Nice de-stresser after all the rejections everyone’s been getting.. fireworks, barbecue, couldn’t ask for more

Yakishio is so damn cute! Her wanting pick me ups from Nukumizu was adorable and after losing with her long term crush I agree she needs a little spoiled

Anna spoon feeding Nukumizu is so cute, you gotta waive an extra 200 yen off for that alone lol

Wouldn’t be a Makeine episode without a confession and rejection though. Poor Komari probably gonna get her first heartbreak next episode from Tamaki.. can’t wait for next ep

[psychologicalwarclaire]

What song makes you feel better?

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical

9. What calms you down?

24. What's something you do to de-stress?

25. What's the best personal gift someone could give you? (Playlist, homemade card, ect)

Unfortunately I can't ask all of them so I limited myself to 5

asking for '''''definitely no reason'''''''''

6 - three nice things about myself

My eyes are gorgeous hazel/brown/orange/gold/green and I love them. I have beautiful curly hair that I've been told people would kill for. I love being left handed.

I make the people around me laugh. I am a very enthusiastic and passionate person. And I've been told that I'm a very good writer ;)

9 - what calms me down?

Writing often calms me down. But if not that, then calling one of my friends and just listening to them talk always helps. I also pray, and am blessed with peace and comfort.

24 - what do I do to de-stress?

Hahahaha I am so stressed all the time. My usual go-to de-stresser is putting on some headphones and jamming out.

In a similar vein, singing at the top of my lungs works too (something something the breathing required is like taking deep calming breaths, something something it's like yelling but better, something something makes me feel powerful)

25 - best personal gift?

Stuffed animals are pretty great, but I honestly love any gifts. The playlist that @drsmer made for Spider's Web is still one of the absolute best things I've ever been given. I've said it before and I'll say it again: animatics made for me has been my dream for many years (thank youuu for granting that, my dear)

[marbledmoonstone]

I'm gonna say it.

You guys need to watch this movie if you haven't already. It's called Enough, and it's a 2002 film about a woman escaping and eventually killing her abusive husband. Best way to put it is a slow burn stresser and it's a comfort film to me, the ending is SO worth it. Give it a watch.

https://youtu.be/_7xjBHBZHM0?si=G4I4cRVU6_Up_HFZ

[tickly-trashcan]

hey guys haha i have a kind of announcement thingy... it is not sunshine and rainbows unfortunately orz

(there will be a tl;dr at the end if yall dont wanna read all my random thoughts lol)

i am going to just be completely honest. i don't really want to write anymore. at least not on this blog...

i know that i have requests but i really have been struggling with... everything!! i just graduated and that was like a punch in the face because everything that i've been feeling for months really became... real??? like i thought i had just been hallucinating all the really bad feelings but it was real!!!

i've been lacking motivation with writing, and every time ive sat down to write i feel bad and terrible and it really is an awful feeling and i'm sick of it... and even when im not writing my silly goof tickle fics those feelings somehow creep into my brain and it's been making it really hard for me to write anything that ive enjoyed.

so... i think what im trying to say... is that i'm going to stop writing for this blog. it isn't because of anyone, i think that its just because ive been doing it for so long that it's become a genuine stresser for me, and i think that by separating myself from this blog, it'll be much easier for me to... exist!

i could go into a LOT more details about how ive been feeling but i really dont want to go too crazy since i am... on the internet lolol but i think that it would be better for me to not write anymore.

so what does this mean for this blog???

i'm not going to be deactivating this blog, and i'll make sure that all my links and such are up to date before i officially leave. I'm not going to like... sign out, and i'll still be active every now and then, but if you'd like to get my discord for any contact, please let me know! i'm not super active on discord right now either though, so please be aware of that lol

this blog is essentially going to be an archive. i'll go through my masterlists and update all of my other important posts, but otherwise, there probably won't be any new content from me.

I probably won't be active on ao3 either, but if you'd like to give my old works a peek as well, you're more than welcome. the link is right here if you're interested!

there's still some stuff that i'm working out as well in my personal life and in cleaning up some loose ends on this blog, so if i take a little bit in responding to anyone, that's why. i'm sorry this is kind of a bleak little post, but i really can't do it anymore.

to everyone who sent in a request in the last round of prompts, thank you so much because it really did make me excited, but i'm not going to be able to complete them... i really appreciate every single one of you, and i hope you can forgive me orz

TL;DR

I'm really really tired and have had a lot of negative feelings for a really long time, and I think that leaving this blog in terms of writing will be best for me in the long run. There will be no more new content from me, but I might still remain active with communications if I can. I'll be updating my blog until it's good enough to leave, and then I will no longer be a content creator.

(sorry that tl;dr sounds more negative than the rest of my post LOL i'm really fine i just... i need to rip the bandaid off and just... be done)

[quinnick]

I actually wish the show hadn't made Nancy's storyline mainly focus on her romance this season (again). Like don't get me wrong, she's doing other things and making friends with Robin and all that but her character starts of with one major stresser (the same one as Jonathan) which is her relationship with Jonathan. This plotline for her character seems so contrived from her perspective. I understand Jonathan and his stress around it but Nancy? I just think she could have had a more interesting established stress or person drama then she just is having a hard time in her romamtic relationship. She has become more sure of herself and self motivated since s3 and so there isn't much more on her career storyline. I think they could and should bring back more of the Barb storyline. They did a hit but we don't really get that. More of a flash and then here vision. That and Vecna uses her family to frighten her when trapping her in hopes she'd reach out to tell El but this goes no where. And now this vision is... kind of irrelevant? I can see a way it becomes relevant again but just... agghhh. I wish maybe we could see Nancy struggling more to connect to her family or create bonds with people who aren't in the main storyline. It would be cool to also explore her new friendship with Robin and all that. I think the story just needs to explore Nancy's need to be self dependent and isolationist tendencies and the fact that she probably got this way because she feels like she got her best friend killed. Idk, I just love Nancy and wish she could stop having romance be the force behind a lot of her drama as a character. (S2 had a great balance of this as she struggled with Barbs death while dating Steve still and yeah)

[takerfoxx]

How do you think the Madoka Magica girls would fare during college, anyway?

Sayaka I see as a stresser. Someone who holds too high expectations for herself and is always seen with a caffeinated beverage and bags under her eyes.

Kyoko will probably have calmed down a lot by then, but will still be a free spirit. So I see her as something of a social butterfly. Maybe not the best grades, but very good at making connections.

Mami I see as the sort who tried to be a mature role model for so long that once she doesn't have to anymore goes through a bit of an irresponsible phase. Nothing too bad, but she becomes something of a party girl, and it gets her in trouble a couple times. She pulls out of it, however.

Same with Hitomi, actually. That's why she and Candeloro were portrayed in WN the way they are.

Madoka I see as the sort that doesn't want to keep taking responsibility but keeps winding up doing it anyway. She often ends up the leader of her group projects and whatever club she joins, and boy is it starting to annoy her!

Homura's a toughie, because so much of her perceived academic perfection was just due to constant repetition, so it would be interesting to see how she'd fare with that taken away. Regardless, she'd probably be the one quietly tapping away on her laptop and just chewing through her assignments like clockwork.

[darknebula85]

My favorite fnf mods:

(This list has been updated on March 7, 2024)

I started playing friday night funkin since Sarvente's mod came out, but got interested in the game thanks to a remix of Dad battle made by Retrospecter. I have been playing from then until now, and although the game has dropped in popularity I still enjoy it a lot. It's one of my favorite games in general, I haven't gotten so addicted to a game since geometry dash came out hahaha (one of my favorites too) By the way, currently the mods I look forward to the most are: Fnf Classified, vs Cartoon cat, immumus showdown, vs Mario pc port, arcade archives, blank pages and crimson carnival. When they come out we'll see if this list changes or gets bigger… unless they are canceled as usually happens :v

There are some mods like indie cross and vs Impostor that I haven't been able to play because my PC is a potato, but someday when I have money to buy a new computer I'll play them and probably update this list.

These are also my favorites, so I couldn't leave them out:

20- Cassette girl. 19- vs V-TAN. 18- Livid lycanthrope. 17- Flavor rave. 16- Classified. 15- Antiphaty. 14- Twimsomnia. 13- Doki doki take over. 12- Vs Fnaf 1, 2 and 3.

11- Spooky Saturday scare:

This mod exceeded all my expectations, especially since I had no expectations XD. I didn't even know it existed so I downloaded it out of curiosity when it came out, and wow, it was extremely good. My favorite part was the whole process to unlock the song "Imscared", it was a lot of fun to investigate, I really look forward to the next update.

10-Fnf graffiti grooving:

I played it a few days ago, and wow, I liked it more than I expected. One thing I really like about fnf is the huge number of characters, both original and those created by the community, and when they appear as cameos in a mod I always feel a little emotional hahaha. Aesthetically it is beautiful, the part of the train in the dark is top tier, and Sinester is one of the songs that I liked playing the most, and one of my favorites in general.

9-Lofi funkin:

I really don't have much to say here, I played this mod the same day it came out, at home it was 12 and something, so I finished playing it at 2:30 in the morning, that day was not the best and the mod made me forget the bad moment of that day, so I really enjoyed playing it. And well, the mod is very beautiful, the songs are very funny and, honestly, it is a good de-stresser.

8-Fnf Funkscop:

Ok, I had to edit this, because what I just played is amazing… I mean, how come this mod has gone so under the radar? The songs are too good, and it perfectly adapts the style of the playstation 1. I liked it a lot, I didn't expect much and it ended up being one of the best I've ever played.

Edit (30/11): Ok I'm editing this again, it's only been two days since I posted this and I've already changed it 3 times lol. Today while I was working I watched a 2-hour video about the history of petscop... and my friend, what a great crap, whoever thought of such a story has talent.

7-Viernes noche webiando:

Aquí voy a hablar español al chile (nunca mejor dicho :v). Bueno este mod lo jugué cuando salio hace como un año, y en su momento me pareció entretenido sin más, nada muy destacable tampoco, pero hermano, con la actualización paso de ser un 7 a un 100 nmms. El esfuerzo que le pusieron a este mod es una cosa de locos, si hasta los actores de voz de pulentos colaboraron, además del pinche derker que me sorprendió mucho verlo haciendo la voz de Bodoque XD, y es que el amor que desprende por todos lados es una cosa muy bonita. El mod en si es de altísimo calidad, los sprites y diseño de personajes son espectaculares, pero para mi lo mejor fueron las canciones, amigo, QUE BUENAS SON LAS CANCIONES DE ESTE MOD, no hay ni una que no suene mal. Así que si, puesto 6 para CHILE y su increíble mod!!!

6-Fnf Funk mix:

Well, we got to the heavyweights, I loved this mod, I played it two months ago I think, and I thought it was super fun, I liked all the retro aesthetics they worked with, and my friend, the songs are very good, besides Mario bros it's an important part of my childhood, and seeing it so well represented here was a nice gift. I only find one problem with this mod, and it is that it is very difficult for those who are just starting to play, dying if you miss 3 notes is very difficult, but with practice you can do it.

5-Fnf hololivefunk:

It's one of the first mods I played, and I only wanted to play it because of killer scream :v . Honestly, I follow few vtubers, the one I followed the most was Rushia (D':) and it was because I liked her character, but going back to the mod, I liked the story a lot, it has a simple but very beautiful story, and well, at some point I grew fond of the character of Aloe, so on that side they hit the nail on the head. On the other hand, it was the first time I completed a song that was impossible for me, when I finished red and black after playing for almost 3 hours… I felt an impressive satisfaction XD. Very good mod… it also has a killer scream so it adds more points. Now with the update that they released I must say that it is one of the best mods that I have played, it is extremely entertaining.

4-Fnf baddies:

A similar case to that of graffiti groovin, I really like it when I see characters I know making cameos, and in the case of this mod, week 1 is the one I liked the most, I loved the tremendous lore they invented hahaha. Although it is true that when this mod came out there were all kinds of controversies, I focused more on the gameplay and the quality with which they do things, and in the case of baddies, they do that part very well. Por cierto soy Latino, de paso Venezolano, así que la semana de Jasmine me hizo sentir como cuando estas en una de esas fiestas familiares raras a altas horas de la madrugada XD.

3-Hotline 024:

I've been waiting for this mod for months, I've been following saruky on all her social networks waiting for her to announce the release of the demo… and when she announced it and it was available… I ran to download it. And honestly, in general terms, this seems to me the best mod that has come out with indie cross. It has everything I like, very good design and quality, crossovers and music, THE MUSIC IS BRUTAL. And well, I don't have much more to say, it's too good and fun.

2- Mario´s Madness:

Well, this wasn't expected. Unlike many other people, I enjoy horror mods. It's true that there's an oversaturation of them, but there are many that are really good, and in this case, we have the perfect example of a well-made horror mod. Mario's Madness never caught my attention; I played V1 and didn't think much of it, so I wasn't eagerly awaiting its return. I'm more excited for Rerun, but the day came, the mod was released, and I downloaded it, and I can only say that it's a masterpiece of this community. The story is incredibly well told, the songs are spectacular, and the mechanics, brother, the mechanics are insane. Each song is different from the others, especially Paranoia; that song has been one of the most incredible things I've seen in this community. The final battle was brutal; the entire introduction to the fight, the sections, and especially the unexpected ending it had. EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MOD IS TOO GOOD! EVEN THE CREDIT SONG IS AMAZING, IT MAKES NO SENSE. For all the experience this mod left me with (and because I've been listening to the songs for 2 months now), it takes second place. We just need Rerun to come out, and we'll see if Mario holds his place against Sonic.

1-Friday night crunchin:

Please give support to this mod, I beg you :v , it seems to me that it has little support compared to what the mod offers. I mean friend, HOW GOOD IS THIS MOD!!! The first time I played it I completely fell in love with Legacy (my favorite song in all fnf with morten obire), and with the latest update that brought Threat and Rumor I just like the mod even more. I just don't know how to explain it, everything in this mod seems so good to me, the menu, the sprites, how they tell the story, and the freeplay songs, which is the best I've played since this game came out. I don't know, fnf crunchin is my favorite mod, I just love it. Interesting fact, I've been hearing rumor since I started doing this.

[aletheapierce]

@cinnamonfm​ when: after nye party, before storm where: chalet c 

alethea was sufficiently drunk, still at the peak where things felt easy and colorful and a bit silly, but if they weren’t careful it would quickly slope down to the darkness that often waited to consume them. but they weren’t necessarily paying attention to the bottomless peril that sat ready for them, no, they were ready to keep the party going away from one of the largest stressers of her life. and as she looked around, trying to find someone to occupy her time, she quickly found heni. poised and pretty like she always was. things had been fine between them on the trip so far, though alethea often felt like she was walking a tightrope. still - heni might be the only person who could understand everything the best in their current situations. and she desperately wanted a friendship with the girl, something real and true and beyond being defined by greer’s presence and now greer’s disappearance. so skipping over toward her, alethea beamed and held out a cup to offer her. “cheers to a new year?” she offered hopefully.