#detailed description of sensory overload

[allophonicmess]

Too Sweet

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

Act 1

Remember that inspo I posed the other day? I coudn't let it go and decided to write a three part fic based on it.

Warnings: spoilers for Deadpool& Wolverine, descriptions of a panic attack, angst, implicaded age gap

word count 2k

No beta and English isn't my first language

there will be fluff later on but sadness first:

Too Sweet

Logan felt a great mix of emotions since he had followed that red-ass clown Wade into this universe. Most of it was anger, confusion, rage… But In that moment as he was sat on the black beat-up couch among Wade’s friends… He was overwhelmed.

Not by sensory overload, although that casserole that blind Al had made did stink up the place with garlic-

He was overwhelmed by the feeling of happiness, joy and companionship of the people around him. He hadn’t felt that way in ages if he ever did at all. He never felt that way with his team before everything happened.

He liked them, sure. But this company of weirdos shared a Kinmenship he never got to experience.

“Hey, Peanut! Are you angrily staring off into space to allow for good exposition?” Wade had plopped down on the couch right next to him. His jeans-clad thigh rubbed right up to his. At this point, Logan had given up on trying to keep him out of his personal space.

The older man frowned and stared at Wade next to him. His beer was getting warm but he didn’t feel like giving up his spot on the couch.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He huffed, taking another sip of his beer. But Wade just clicked his tongue, scooting even closer to Wolverine.

“Aww, you know what I mean! You are big and gruff and don’t talk that much… It’s kinda hard to capture you in writing you know. There are only so many words in the English language to describe your grunting and-“

“Are you done?” Logan sighed, finishing his drink. He was starting to regret coming with Wade. Getting drunk in some shit hole of a bar sounded better than listening to Wade's babbling.

“See! That’s what I mean. Sigh is nice, sure but it doesn’t quite capture the nature of those beautiful noses you make, big boy.” Wade petted Logan's thigh, which the older man quickly pulled away as he stood up abruptly.

“Jesus fucking- Can’t you annoy someone else? You got all of these muppets to talk to. Stop bothering me god damn it.” Logan placed the empty bottle down on the couch table. He scanned the room, looking for someone else that Wade could annoy to death. His eyes landed on the brunette… Vanessa… He knew that something had been going on between Wade and her. He never told him the details but from the pining look Wade gave her and the sad as fuck sighs he made, it was clear that the motherfucker wasn’t over her.

“Go and talk to the girl for god's sake. She might be the only one here to appreciate it.” He grinned at Wade, enjoying how his stupid grin faltered even for just a second. He leaned down on Wade's level, whispering to him in an overly joyous manner. “It might even get you laid.”

They stared at each other for a hot minute. Both men tying to provoke the other into action. But Logan was getting bored so he pushed “I might try if you don’t have the balls-“

“Fine!” It came out way too loud. Wade got up quickly trying to keep up his jolly attitude. “Fine, I will. But not because you said so.”

“Or threatened you.”

“You didn’t threaten me.”

“Sure, if you need to believe that” Logan got back onto the couch, now stretching out lazily across it. He closed his eyes, pretending to snooze.

There was no witty comeback, which surprised Logan. But it only came to show that Wade was serious for once.

Logan would never tell but he warmed up to Deadpool. He respected the man, despite his annoying and borderline brain-rotting bad humour. But he had principles. He cared for those around him, loved them dearly and would do anything to protect them. He did in fact. Logan spread out on his worn leather sofa is proof of it. He hated to admit it but Wade was the better man of the two. He didn’t let those he loves down, running away like the drunk asshole Logan is. Wade would have come to help her, would have-

The obnoxiously loud ringing of Wade’s apartment doorbell ripped Logan out of his self-deprecating talk. He blinked against the bright ceiling light and watched as Wade sighed softly. He had just started his conversation with Vanessa and it seemed to be quite a good talk from the looks of it. He seemed frustrated to be ripped away from it. Wade nodded softly, towards Vanessa, excusing himself but he was stopped by Colossus.

“No please Wade, I get it. You seem to be engaged in an interesting conversation.” The 7’5’’ metal man said, touching Wade by the shoulder to turn him back towards to woman. Logan huffed, he wasn’t the only one trying to get Wade laid.

The giant stomped towards the door, turning the doorknob that looked comically small in his silver hand to let the latecomer in.

“Hi! I’m so sorry for being late. I still had to finish some work. It’s the end of the semester, you know how it is.” A sweet voice called from outside.

Then two things happened at the same time. It was like a push and pull.

Ellie, Yukio, even that odd taxi driver… they all turned towards the door in excitement. Smiling and wooing at the woman that just entered the apartment with a cake carrier tucked under her arms.

Logan on the other hand? He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He sat there, staring as Colossus pulled her into a big hug, lifting her off the ground before taking the container off her hands to allow the others to greet her. She was smiling, laughing at some joke Ellie had cracked at her.

She looked younger. Maybe she was, who knows how time worked in this universe. Or it was the lack of stress she had to face, no heartbreak, no constant rejection from a bastard that couldn’t see that the best thing was right in front of him.

“Ah, there you are! We were starting to miss you!” Wade pulled her into a tight hug. He seemed to be content. And the older man cursed himself for even caring about it.

She hadn’t noticed him yet, or so he hoped. Maybe she didn’t know him. It would be for the best.

“Yeah, I already told Piotr, I had to finish some lesson planning at the academy before the school year is over.” She replied as she greeted Vanessa and the rest of the group.

“Oh right. You are the only one that actually knows what she’s doing at that school.” Wade joked, earning a playful remark from Colossus.

So she also studied at a human university before starting at the school, Logan noted. He was still stuck on the couch, feeling unable to move as he kept staring at her.

“You know her?” The sudden comment coming from right next to him made Logan flinch.

“Whoa, relax man. I just noticed you staring at her for like 5 min straight. And you don’t seem too happy about her being here.” Ellie stood next to him, casually watching the scene just as he did.

“None of your fucking business.” Logan managed to spit out. While he did get startled, the interruption helped him to finally feel able to move again. And it happened just at the right moment. He needed to get the fuck out of there.

Ellie just huffed, watching Logan get up on shaky legs. It could just be from the constant level of alcohol in Logan’s blood, making his knees weak, or the age. But she suspected that there was more.

Yet Logan’s attempt at a quiet escape was hindered by Piotr, calling him to come to the kitchen to introduce the two.

“Come to kitchen! I want you to meet my good friend Y/N. She also works at the school. You will like her”, the man sounds proud. He should be.

Logan ignored him, pushing his way through the small crowd with shaky steps. Why was he sweating for god's sake?

“Logan!”

“No” He called, breathing was getting harder again.

“Logan!”

“I’m good! I’m-“ He finally reached the door, rattling the doorknob and cursing that his fucking fingers got shaky. Everything was too loud and too hot and too-

“Wade, it’s fine. He doesn’t have to.“ She tried to stop the two men next to her from calling the man over. He was clearly in distress and it hurt her to watch him fumble on his way out. There were only so many people that were scared of her outside the battlefield.

She had met “their” Logan, but only briefly at some anniversary event. They had simply mismatched their time at the school. He left shortly after Y/N started working and they hadn’t met much. She wondered what the other her must have done to him to cause such a reaction.

Finally. Fucking finally. The door opened and Logan simply burst into the hallway, rushing down the steps to feel the air rush back into his lungs. A fucking embarrassment. That is what he was. The Wolverine scared shitless by a woman that doesn’t even know him.

But the other one did and it killed her.

“Logan, what in the ever-loving- fuck was that?” Wade had run after him. He just couldn’t leave it alone, could he?

“Fuck off.” Logan breathed weakly. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and it made him hate himself just a little bit more.

“You just running off? Scared of a girl?” Wade kept pushing, following Logan as he walked down the familiar street towards his bar of choice. That being the cheapest and quietest he could find in the city.

“Scared you can’t get one off? I don’t wanna make predictions but man, I think she is into the dark brooding type” he kept pushing “ Or you know what? If I can’t get Vanessa laid I might try with her, I mean she is quite-“

That made Logan snap. Turning around and impaling Wade against the closest wall. Both sets of claws out and push into the other man's torso. He only groaned in return.

“Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you fucking-“

“Okay, okay, whoa ow… man-“ Wade coughed, lifting his hands in surrender. “ I was only joking man. Unfair. Fuck. I am unarmed-urgh”

Logan retracted the claws letting Wade drop to the floor. He knew the man was joking, he should. But it was all too fucking much too soon. He wouldn’t let it happen again. And how to best prevent the inevitable heartbreak? Don’t even let her get close, to begin with. She didn’t deserve it. She never did in the first place and he would do anything in his power to stop it from happening to her.

“So, you are just leaving me hanging? It’s your party too, you know.” Wade got up, inspecting the bloody holes that stained his new shirt. He cursed softy.  “Damn, it was brand new. Ruining a perfectly good shirt for the exposition”

“Don’t wait for me,” Logan said, turning away from Deadpool. A cheap bottle of whisky was waiting for him to calm his nerves and forget about that fucking stunt. He won’t see her again, not even talk to her or talk about her. It’s for the best. She would agree if she knew,  Logan was sure of it.

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[nobody-nexus]

Pomni x Ragatha Fanfic!

Prompt: Pomni doesn't like being touched and I went with it

CW: Panic Attack/Sensory Overload Description (tbh I described it as how I feel having either one so it's whatever you think it is!)

(No Touch, No Trouble) <- The Link to the doc!

AN: I will keep updating and refining this fic with more detail and better writing every few days if I can, so if you read it once and it's a lil different then how you remember, that's why. I wanna make sure I get ALL of the details, and I wrote the first version of this very late into the night, so yeahhh

If you want more of these two, or just more fics in general, let me know!

[defire]

Top 8 favorite tumblr whump stories!

Content warnings are not exhaustive, just there to give you a general idea of what's in the story from my perspective.

Fyi, these are MY descriptions of the stories and don't reflect the authors' opinions on their stories.

Also I worked really hard on this ok

Destroyer by @paingoes

Completed (but I love the random updates)

A powerful psychic was trained from a young age to be a weapon of war, but as time goes on, it seems he can't stand to hurt people anymore.

Content: living weapon, beatings, war, child abuse (usually off-screen)

Overloaded by @fleur-a-whump

Ongoing

A new program is being rolled out to reform villains. Jasper, an electrokinetic and the first "guinea pig" of the system, earnestly tries to regain the heroes' trust while in a sort of probation, but with constant surveillance, cruelty and a shock collar, things are only getting worse for him in his new position.

Content: superpowers, electrocution

Crossed Out by @whumblr

Ongoing

A defense attorney ends up in prison and attempts to keep his integrity in the face of ever-increasing brutality.

Content: captivity, beatings, prison

Poster Child by @darkthingshappen

Ongoing (I think?)

The son of political activists is imprisoned by their enemies--the WRU. They plan to condition him into being a pet, and he is determined not to let them.

Content: BBU, rape, captivity, sensory deprivation

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen

Completed

A man is abducted from his home under cruel conditions and flown to russia, finding out that he is being held prisoner until his brother can pay his debt--and in the meantime, Ben is being tortured and filmed.

Content: cruel whumper, beatings, electrocutions, rape, caning, burning

Secrecy by @doomeddestination

Ongoing

An amateur spy is caught by an enemy and interrogated using increasingly cruel torture methods. Eventually he is left the choice of spilling the information, or death.

Content: captivity, rape, violence, manipulation

Home is Where the Hurt Is by @whumblr !

Completed (I think)

A journalist is blackmailed into allowing an old enemy to abuse him relentlessly after work every day, but when he uncovers more details about his attacker, he realizes his own life is at stake.

Content: hiding marks of abuse, beatings, violence, sadistic whumper

Weeks by @scarletfish8eta

Completed

A young man is kidnapped and held for ransom by a violent woman coping with grief in some very unhealthy ways. As his boyfriend and the police work to find him, an old friend of his kidnapper shows up. Their conflict threatens his safety in a whole new direction.

Content: kidnapping, beatings, phobia, sexual assault

These are all really beautiful. I have read a lot of tumblr whump stories lately, and these are the ones I would definitely read again.

*applause*

Here's a link to my previous list of faves for more great stories.

[my-status-single]

The One Where Peter Parker Has a Baby Chapter 4

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy. 

They won’t let him run to him.

He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s with Happy.  He can’t go to him. He’s four. His name is Ben. He’s safe with Happy. He’s safe.  His name is Ben.  He’s four.  He’s Peter’s. She had been pregnant.  It had been early.  So early that it had been months before she even realised. Half of the universe disappeared, Peter included. And months later she had given birth to their son. Their son. Ben.

Fic Summary: Mostly canon compliant fic that centres around the relationship of Tony Stark's daughter and Peter Parker.

From the Author: This is a Peter Parker/Reader fic. 

It jumps back and forth between the "present" (after the blip is reversed) and the past (pre blip reversal). 

The main focus is Peter and our girl Y/N, but there will be exploration into other relationships as well. 

These include but are not limited to Tony/Steve Peter/Harley Harley/Harry Peter/Harley/Harry Steve/Bucky Tony/Stephen.

Each chapter will have content warnings listed that are specific to the chapter just for added security, there will also be a summary of the chapter if the content is something you don't want to engage with but would like to continue to the next chapter. There will also be a comprehensive list of warnings. The severity of these topics varies from very intense to simply implied. Be sure to check the individual chapters for more detailed descriptions of how these themes are used.

Fic Content Warning: Underage sex, unplanned pregnancy, teen pregnancy, polyamoury, child abuse/neglect, parental death, suicide, self harm, Tony Stark in Endgame

Please, if there is ever something in this or any of my fics that you feel needs a content warning, feel free to message me and I will make sure to add it.

I want this to be a safe place for everyone.

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From the author: Taglist is OPEN, just leave a comment or send me a dm xxx

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Wordcount: 1554

Chapter Summary: We get a bit of Peter’s back story. We get the basic story of how he got his powers. We see a glimpse of his relationship with YN. And we see the consequences of his powers.

Chapter Warnings Anxiety: Peter mentions his anxiety Family death: Uncle Ben. There are no explicit details of this just mentioned briefly Spiders: yeah Overstimulation: Part of Peter’s powers involve heightened senses, these cause him to have something akin to a sensory overload where he ends up passing out.

Detailed Chapter Summary: This chapter takes place in 2015, about a week after Peter gets his powers. He is 14. We learn that Uncle Ben has already passed. We learn that Peter’s powers cause severe sensory overload that he hasn’t learned how to manage yet. YN is a Good Friend

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October 2015

“What’s with the sunglasses?” She teases lightly, looking over at him. “Hungover or something?” She grins, reaching up and pulling them off.

“Hey wai-“ he starts, but he doesn’t finish because her face falls. She goes from happy and teasing to very clearly concerned. He doesn’t love that.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.” She says softly.

He sighs and rubs over his face. “Wow, thanks for that. You really know how to make a guy feel special.” He mumbles, brushing her off. He puts the glasses back on when she gives them back.

She rolls her eyes. “What’s got you so pleasant this morning?” She hums.

They were on their way to school. Peter goes every morning to the tower so they can walk together.  Despite the fact that he passes the school in order to get to the tower.

He just wants the time with her. 

He sighs. “Headache. I haven’t slept. Not well, anyway.” He says. She nods a bit, adjusting her bag. “In how long?” She asks. It’s not uncommon for him to have trouble sleeping. He has trauma. Peter shrugs. “Six days?” He says. She stops walking then. “Six?” She asks, voice a bit of a gasp. “Relax. I’m fine.” He says.

Spoiler alert

He wasn’t. He’s pretty sure he was slowly losing his mind, actually. 

He’d been bit a week ago.

They’d gone on a class trip to Oscorp. They’d go every year, Harry hated it every year. Harry hates just about anything involving his dad.

Because they had been before, and because Harry tends to do what he wants when to comes to his father’s company, they had gone off on their own to look at the more exciting projects that were being worked on. Rather than the run of the mill stuff some board had decided was appropriate for students.

Midtown Tech was full of geniuses and they really thought they would be able to enthral them with half assed attempts at green energy. Embarrassing.

One of those more exciting projects involved bioengineered spiders. Which in the moment had been cool enough. A little underwhelming maybe, without the context of what was actually being done with them. They hadn’t stayed there long. Less than ten minutes. But those ten minutes had changed literally everything for him. He hadn’t told anyone what had happened. He wasn’t really all that sure what had happened, if he was honest and he convinced himself that’s why he’d stayed quiet. At some point in the lab he had felt a sharp pain on his neck. Which he ignored. When he got home he saw the bite. It was barely there. Barely red, skin barely raised. If he hadn’t been looking he wouldn’t have seen it. He didn’t feel anything, it didn’t itch, he wasn’t fatigued or nauseous, no fever. So he really thought it was fine.

He took a Benadryl, just in case, and went to sleep

Then he woke up the next morning and nearly threw up because everything was too much. And everything has been too much since then. Everything is too loud, and too bright.

He can hear things he should not be able to hear. Like the conversations two blocks ahead of them. And the car alarm going off probably 5 miles away. And…her heartbeat. Somehow, though, that one wasn’t painful. That one was comforting. Steady Familiar Soothing It grounds him, so he’s been focusing on it. He can hear other’s heartbeats, too. Anyone in the same room as him. But hers is the one he can always recognise. The only one he can pick out in a crowd. If he focuses hard enough, he can find it even if she’s not in the same room as him.

Her heartbeat may be soothing but this conversation is not.

He really just wants her to drop it. But he knows her better than that. He knows she can’t mind her own business to save her life.

“I’m gonna help you, what can I do?” She asks, taking his wrist.

His skin has been hypersensitive. He can feel every seam, the weight of everything on his skin. The way different fabrics rub against each other. It makes his teeth itch. So being touched has been Very Not Okay the last few days. It luckily hasn’t been much of an issue because he’s never been overly touchy. He’s a bit awkward with physical affection, and people have seemed to pick up on it over the years and more or less leave him alone. But her touch is welcome. It’s always welcome.

“Please just drop it.” He pleads, taking her hand and squeezing it. He is so fucking careful as he does. “I just have a lot going on, I’ll tell you later.” He says.

She sighs and studies his face for a moment before she finally nods. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” She says. And he sighs because he knows she will. She won’t forget, never does.

The aggressively heightened senses weren’t his only symptom. They were by far the most bothersome, but there were other things as well. His strength was suddenly off the charts. He’d ripped his bathroom cabinet door off its hinges a few days after the bite. Which is why when holding YN’s hand he’d been so focused on not crushing it.

He was suddenly…sticky? Pages of his textbooks kept getting stuck to his fingers, which was fun to try and explain. And his phone had attached itself to his palm the other night. He ended up just having to go to sleep holding it.

Along with all of that

His anxiety was…bad. It had gotten really bad. It’s been intense the last year or so. Since his uncle Ben died very unexpectedly… But it was on an entirely other level now.  He’d dealt with anxiety for most of his life and had been in therapy for it off and on. It manifested for the first time when his parents left. But even after upping his medication after talking with his doctor, it was becoming nearly unmanageable. He was sometimes hit with these overwhelming senses of dread. Like something horrible was imminent.

It was worse when he was out alone with May. Especially if it was dark out Worse still when he was out with YN. He was always a bit anxious when out in public with her because she was…popular.

They’d been mobbed once or twice when someone had shared her location.

They arrive at the school and head inside, meeting up with their group of friends. Michelle, Gwen, Ned, Betty, Harley, Harry, and Flash. He was lucky to have found a group of, mostly, good people. Flash was still a bit of an asshole. He loves his friends. But this morning, he tunes out their chatter because he really just can’t deal with it. He flinches when the bell rings to send them all to class. Too loud. YN looks over at him, furrowing her brow, concerned.

He ignores it.

For the first few periods, he focused on his classwork. It helps to tune everything out and just focus on one thing. YN’s in his classes, so her steady heartbeat keeps him grounded as he reads over his textbooks or works out equations. He’s okay. He just has to be diligent about not getting overwhelmed.

Things go badly after lunch.

The lunch period had been particularly loud, as it tends to be. And it’s still warm out so his friends insisted on eating outside. It was so bright. The sun, the students, his overly excited friends, and the sounds of midtown New York had nearly broken him. Michelle and Gwen had both been oddly touchy with him the last few weeks. Taking any opportunity to touch some part of him. YN had explained that they had crushes on him. He ignored that too.

He was flattered, really, but he just…wasn’t interested? He couldn’t explain why. And now he had too much going on to worry about it. By the time he made it to his next class, he was exhausted.

He tried to focus, and he thought he was managing well enough. Chemistry had been a favourite subject of his for a long time, so he thought he’d get through it fine. But today had ended up being a lab. Normally he found these days fun. He loved to watch the reactions in the experiements, loved to do them himself. Loved to work on some of his own formulas when he inevitably finished his work early. Most students enjoyed lab days, and were reacting loudly to the exciting experiments and demonstrations their teacher was doing. He registers YN saying his name from her seat next to him. He hears her voice, can’t make out anything she says though. Probably not the best sign. He feels her touch his shoulder, a comforting weight on his skin. But he feels like he’s vibrating. He’s too hot, he feels sticky with sweat. His ears are ringing. And his vision starts to tunnel. He’s overwhelmed. He’s had panic attacks before. But they’ve never come on unprovoked like this.

He stands up to leave the room, he just needs somewhere quiet, and then he’ll be fine.

Needs to maybe throw up too.

He’s halfway to the door when everything goes black

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Taglist: @bitchy-bi-trash @lou-la-lou

[perplexingluciddreams]

more details of experiment edits on AAC:

first i will show 3 pictures of Supercore 50:

how it looks automatically without any edits

my current grid set that i use for communication

the version of this grid set i added just to try colour changes and other visual edits.

[Image description: 3 images of the same vocabulary grid set in Grid 3, called Supercore 50. the first image has rounded corners on buttons, a white background, bigger spacing, and text labels on every button with text above symbol. second image is similar looking with same rounded buttons, but less spacing. is different by black background, text label removed from folder and menu/function buttons, text below symbol. third image is very different looking from other two. same black background, menu and main folder buttons have black background with simple coloured symbol, mainly yellow. no folder buttons have text label, and many have simplified symbol. all button colours are altered in tone and shade. all darker colours, easier on the eye. the "little words" buttons are changed from almost white to dark grey with yellow text. End ID.]

here is explanation:

added new version of my grid set (Supercore 50) to just play around with and change colours and see what works. didn't want to mess up my actual grid set with all my personal edits and added vocabulary. didn't go to bother of making it all "uniform" across the whole device (because is time consuming and i will have to do that eventually on my real grid set).

mostly just tried out different colours. and how to make home page as easy to visual process as possible. didn't change colour coding (for example pronouns yellow, verbs green, adjectives blue, little words grey-ish - that all stay. just change tone of colours to not "attack" eyes).

eyes can't cope with a lot of "whiteness" in any colours, especially on a screen where there is so much white/blue light already. makes much sensory overload and bad headaches. pastel colours or very bright neon or light blue/purple/yellow/grey... not fun. brain simply skips over any blocks of those colours cause it can't get past whiteness to see what is on the button.

in Grid 3 edit menu you can change colour of button - there is a palette of pre-made colours, but you can also do "adjust colour" and choose custom colour there. and there is something called "button styles" so you can just edit one button how you want, then say "update style" and it will change all buttons with that "style".

i worked out that turning down "saturation" and "luminosity" helps me a lot. then the colour doesn't "attack" my eyes so much, so i can actually search the screen for the symbol/word i want. better visual scanning ability.

also removed borders on buttons. just adds extra stuff for eyes to get "stuck" on. it looks cleaner without border.

On Grid 3 there is also different button "themes" available (different from button styles), which changes the entire automatic look of the entire grid set with just change that. changed from "modern" to "blocky" theme. because there is a slight "colour gradient" on buttons with "modern" theme (I think🤷🏻‍♂️). meaning there is more highlight at the top of the button on more shadow/darker at the bottom. makes it hard to see the symbols and text because it is not "flat" looking. to me the "modern" theme looks slightly bumpy and 3D, the "blocky" theme looks flat. and brain can't process 3D (especially not at same time as try to search for words and scan screen).

i also made the "menu" buttons or "grid functions" buttons have black background (to match black background of entire grid set), with symbol in yellow. and remove text labels for these buttons and some folder buttons. this helps because then only the word buttons "jump out" at brain. so there is less "bulk" of the screen to process. and the "function" buttons have only simple symbol, so can easily find!

this is all still only changed in the blank version of Supercore 50 that I added for this specific purpose. it is a HUGE change to my AAC. so i can't just change it all at once. it will have to happen in stages. and i am still not 100% sure of all the changes. (for example i don't really know what to do with the folders. don't like how they look right now...). so i have to be very confident in a change before i can make my real grid have it.

(also there is still folders and buttons i haven't changed at all. just mostly did home grid so i can see the difference. still working on it and will be long time until ready to change my real AAC).

i will keep updating on the changes!

[rachelsfav-queer]

How would mommy Enid and daddy Yoko handle Wednesday getting overstimulated and having a complete meltdown? Poor thing is totally inconsolable :'(

Whew. Okay, this one is obviously very important to me, as I’ve said in a previous post. But, I didn’t really explain why so, let me do that now. Btw, this whole thing is gonna be a long one, so either strap in or hop out.

So, first off, I’m reading this ask as if Wednesday is autistic, along with the typical headcanon of her being a little that’s been present lately for VampRavenWolf. So, I’ll be basing it on my experience with autistic meltdowns, which for the most part has been extremely traumatic. I won’t get into any specific details about my experience for privacy reasons and I also don’t want to trigger myself by forcing myself to remember it all.

As for my story, there was a point in my life where I was in an extremely toxic environment that almost constantly produced meltdowns for me. Now, meltdowns are already a very traumatic experience for autistic people, but it was made 10x worse for me by the fact that I was surrounded by people who were only aiming to make it worse for me, hoping that I would eventually self-destruct, in whatever way that meant. They genuinely didn’t care how it happened, just as long as they could get rid of me. That is my story, it’s a very shortened and simplified version of it, with a whole lot of missing context, but it’s my story nonetheless.

I want to say that I still appreciate this ask. Because it gives me an opportunity to share my experience in hopes that by doing so, I can help at least someone. Let them know that they’re not alone like I thought I was for most of my life. That is how I heal the trauma that was dealt to me.

So, with that out of the way, let’s get to the actual ask!

TRIGGER WARNING: Descriptions of sensory overload and meltdown as experienced by an autistic character, light descriptions of self-harm in the form of harmful stimming, and descriptions of panic attacks. All below the cut.

So, for this scenario, I’m gonna set it in VampRavenWolf’s home. It’s already gonna be hard for our poor little raven, I don’t want to subject her to dealing with it in public. Secondly, we’re gonna say that something happens with one of the smoke detectors, some sort of malfunction that causes it to go off for no reason. This will be what causes everything to go down. Alright, this is everyone’s last chance, if anything in the warning above is triggering to you, PLEASE leave now and do not read. Remember, you are not forced to read this if any of the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable. Please, take care of yourselves.

Alright, we all good? Great.

The day already wasn’t going great. Wednesday had just gotten home from school half an hour ago, and her classmates all day had apparently made it their mission to annoy her. Not even Bianca was able to ward off everyone all day, considering she only shared half of her classes with the raven. And of course, both her girlfriends were either out dealing with work or handling family issues, of which they’d only gotten home from a few minutes before Wednesday did, only to have to retreat to their respective offices to finish even more work.

Spending so much time away from her Mommy and Daddy was always the most exhausting thing in the world for Wednesday and although she understood that they couldn’t just spend every second of every day right by her side, the fact still upset her greatly.

At the moment, Wednesday is sitting in the living room, watching TV with Raven on her lap, though she’s not paying very close attention (Raven isn’t either). The absence of her Mommy and Daddy weighs heavy on her mind, only made worse by the day she’s had. Wednesday’s just about to get up to find her Mommy in hopes that she’ll give her the attention that she so desperately needs when suddenly, the smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off. The loud, piercing noise sends Wednesday falling off the couch as her hands fly up to cover her ears. It takes a few seconds for her mind to catch up with her body, but when it does, Wednesday begins crying violently, coughing wildly and her breathing quickly becomes unsteady, short and with no rhythm.

Meanwhile, Enid and Yoko are alerted immediately by the noise and rush out to check everything out. Seeing no signs of a fire, they determine the alarm is just malfunctioning and pull it off the wall, taking out the batteries and silencing the screaming noise. Once the alarm is off, though, the quiet exposes the sound of their baby sobbing in the living room and once again the women are rushing to the sound. Their hearts break at the sight of Wednesday curled up on the floor with her hands clutching her head tightly. Enid walks forward first, lowering herself as slowly as possible, and speaks gently, “Hey, little raven. It’s Mommy. Can I come closer?”

The muffled sound of her Mommy’s voice catches the raven’s attention and she gravitates towards it, opening her eyes slightly and choking out, “L- loud, Mommy! Too loud!” Still overwhelmed by the stimulation, Wednesday’s brain is in desperate need of regulation and so instinctually her fists begin slamming into the sides of her head over and over and over and over and-

Thinking quickly, Enid gently pulls the seer's arms by her wrists and wraps them around her torso, allowing the girl to pound her fists into the wolf’s back, “Okay, okay baby. That’s it, let it out on Mommy. She can take it, you’re okay.” Enid continues to mutter reassurances over and over again while Yoko leaves for a moment to grab Wednesday’s noise-canceling headphones, returning the moment she finds them and carefully sets them on the raven’s ears.

Meanwhile, Wednesday’s sobbing only gets worse, her breathing getting shallower and her body getting weaker. Yoko and Enid are starting to get seriously worried, they look at each other with fear in their eyes and Yoko asks weakly, “What do we do?”

Enid looks back down at the girl in her arms, desperately trying to think of anything to bring their girlfriend out of this meltdown safely. Suddenly, she gets an idea. “We need to help her regulate herself. Here,” Enid breathes, offering the girl to Yoko, “Hold her, she prefers cold. I’ll go turn down the A/C and grab her weighted blanket. I’ll be right back.” While Enid does that, Yoko gets an idea of her own. She first shuffles back to lean against the couch, then, staying careful not to jostle the raven, Yoko does her best to unbutton as much of her shirt as she can and lays Wednesday’s head onto her exposed chest. Almost immediately, Wednesday’s breathing begins to slow, as do her tears. Yoko continues to whisper gentle words of praise and reassurance until Enid gets back. The werewolf covers the two with the black blanket and gets yet another idea. Stepping away from her girlfriends, Enid transforms into her wolf form and then lays her head gently against the seer’s back.

And with the combined weight of the blanket and the werewolf plus the chill of the vampire and the A/C blowing down on them all, Wednesday slowly starts coming back to herself. Eventually, her breathing is even again, and a few sniffles here and there are the only signs that she’d been crying. Petting her hair, Yoko speaks, “Hey there, baby bird. You back with us?”

Wednesday nods slowly, “Yes Daddy. Feel better.”

At the sound of her baby’s voice, Enid lifts her head and gently nudges Wednesday’s cheek with her snout, chuffing softly which makes the goth smile tiredly. Which in turn pleases her Mommy and Daddy, knowing their girl really was back with them.

“Get some sleep, baby bird. We’ll be right here for you. We have you always.”

End <3

[oranjeleeuw]

fanfiction ideas master list

I will add new ideas to this on the go, and also update on the progress of each story regularly

Catboy streamer girlfriend Charles

Smut, 1-2k words at best, lestappen

Charles is doing game streams but he gets a bit more brave about acting up for the camera

He's still shit at it though

But he has a very supportive donator

It's Max

Charles doesn't know that

He got his cat ear headphones from this donator so he's responding to some commissions of this person

The fic is either description of Charles movements and thoughts or chat comments from twitch CUT description to Max pov

It's something equivalent of phone sex but through stream video/chat commands I guess

this was requested by my bf hfdhj <3

WIP state: only a draft

Toto Wolf uses Roscoe for spying (he fails)

Crack fic, all the teams on the grid mentioned, 1k words probably

Toto has this fantastic idea that Roscoe gets along with every pilot

So the dog can be used for some mischief

He sends the dog out in different silly scenarios to go off and spy on different teams, figuring out their strategies

But since Roscoe can't talk and he's not trained for this, the dog just collects pets

At the end Hamilton takes home his kinda sensory overloaded baby

WIP state: only a draft

My condolences

Lestappen one shot, hurt/comfort, more so comfort, will become sweeter in the end

Charles DNF in Zandvoort, Max is catching up with him right after the winner ceremony

Definitely more than friends (were we ever friends?), less than boyfriends relationship status

Max is praising the skills of Charles and goes on how he's wasting his talent at Ferrari

Charles ends up crying/having a breakdown bc what if it's not the car but him who's not performing any better

Max offers to take him down to the beach for a walk to clear his head (Charles stops crying and starts laughing when he thinks Max wants to take him to the nudist side of the beach)

They walk, look at the sea, enjoy the wind

It's peaceful, it is helping

They kiss, and kiss

Charles wishes he could treat everything as easy as it is with Max, even though nothing is easy with Max

But these corresponding things are what stick them to each other so it's fine

WIP state: 1/3 of it is written, rest of it is drafted out in detail

That infamous Ted and Robin pact

You know, the "let's marry each other if we are still single by 30"

Young Versainz with some added jump into their current age

“I mean it'd be fun to make a pact like that” Max prompts, which makes Carlos snort.

“Yeah, get me a home country where it's legal first” he says bitterly,

Toro Rosso days, Max and Carlos watch himym in their free time

Max fancies the thought of having someone secured for himself if things go south

Carlos is cynical

But the possibility of this pact lingers, haunting the thoughts of both of them

The emotional journey of Max Verstappen with men

Goddamn this boy is Gay™

I really want to have a self-indulgent analysis of how I see Max's relationship with the most important men in his life

Like I want to explore his feelings and flash of thoughts of sexual awakenings

Starting with Charles (as kids, young teenagers)

Jumping to Carlos which is a Very intense jump

Like losing virginity kind of a jump

Oh it was awkward but the best and most he'd wanted

Then the whole ordeal that is Danny Ricciardo for this kid

Goddamn he's so gay for him

Getting together with Carlos seemed so easy that he thinks maybe it's a sealed deal with Danny too

Like he likes him, that's obvious, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Then an older Charles enters the stage of racing (and Max’s heart) once again

Keep in mind this won't be an actual ship fic since none of the pairings will end up as couples, it's more so a study of Max emotions

[nikolai-alexi]

Jegulus Mini Fic #3

WC: 6035 words, average read time ~40mins

CW: symptoms of GAD that are commonly associated with EDs, mild description of vomiting, brief mention of a self-destructive stims, detailed descriptions of overstimulation, mentioned use/overuse of magical stimulant and negative side effects, sensory overload + issues, descriptions of violence to a briefly mentioned character, ftm trans character, mentions of top surgery and hysterectomy.

There are days when James rolls out of bed that he really, really wishes he could just stay curled under the duvet and pretend the day didn’t exist. And from the second he opened his eyes this morning, it was going to be one of those days.

Days like this, where his skin feels too tight over his bones, and everything around him feels way too sharp but so dull at the same time, he has a hard time looking at himself in the mirror. He doesn’t like to see the haunted look behind his own eyes. He feels like an imposter.

It’s not like he’s sad, okay? He’s just…not happy today. It’s 7th year, NEWTs are breathing down all of their necks, the war is brewing quicker every day, and he’s just under a lot of pressure. That’s all. It’s not like he has any real excuse to be bothered. It’s fine. It’s just a day, he’ll get through classes, sneak in a few cigarettes and cheering charms to keep his friends from worrying, and then see Reg tonight and it’ll be fine.

He finally forces himself to look up into the mirror and nods firmly to himself. It’ll be fine. He practices his smile in the reflection before dragging himself into a shower before the other lads wake for the morning scramble before breakfast. He’s never more thankful for being an early riser than he is on days like this; well, actually, that might be a lie, he’s also very thankful for his early rising the mornings after a party, when he gets to be the one to wake all his hungover friends with a cool glass of water, exceptionally greasy food, and a hangover potion. They never fail to bitch and whinge about it, but he knows they’d be hopeless without him. The thought makes a small, but genuine smile flutter across his lips for a brief moment. That’s good, he thinks, maybe there’s hope for the day after all.

There is not, in fact, hope for the day.

By the time he and the lads get down to the Great Hall for breakfast, James has already had to hit himself with three separate cheering charms to keep appearances up and he’s starting to feel the effects of it. There’s sweat pooling around his shirt collar and it feels like sandpaper rubbing against his skin. His right eye is twitching every few minutes. His tie feels like it’s choking him and his hands are violently shaking every time he pulls them out of his trouser pockets. The noise in the hall is overwhelming and ricocheting inside his skull like a fucked up mockery of the muggles’ pinball arcade game. He can’t focus on anything other than the way his skin feels like it’s buzzing and the nauseating feeling of eyes on him. Merlin, how he hates this. He wants to rip his hair out by the roots, if for nothing else, to have something else to focus on.

Eating, is a hurdle of an entirely different kind.

His stomach feels like it’s lodged in his throat, but simultaneously also feels as though it’s being weighed down with lead. The smell of all the food around him makes him viciously nauseous, but he knows he needs to eat something. His friends are used to him working up quite the appetite from his sunrise Quidditch drills, so he needs to have some sort of excuse ready for when they inevitably ask him about his apparent lack thereof.

It’s Peter who starts the line of questioning. James isn’t surprised, Pete’s got a sharp eye for everything. Nothing gets past him.

“Y’alright, mate?” He asks, when James makes no move to add anything other than a piece of toast to his plate.

James shoots him a bright grin that feels entirely false on his face, “‘Course, Wormy!” he says, “Why’ja ask?”

Peter grins back at him and gestures to his plate, “You don’t seem to have much of an appetite this morning, just wanted to make sure, yeah?”

James’ false grin slips into a crooked little smile. Selfishly, he really liked when his friends showed they were concerned for him. He liked the warm feeling it gave him when they let him know he could tell them if something was wrong. He wouldn’t, of course, tell them. He refused to burden them with something so trivial as a bad day, but he liked to know the option was there. If he wanted it, which he did, even if he wouldn’t take them up on it.

“Nah, no reason to fret, I snagged a miniature feast from the kitchens before coming back to the tower this morning. Ran more drills than usual and I didn’t want to wait for you lazy sods to get out of bed while I was hungry,”

The lie tastes like ash on his tongue, but it comes easily enough. Peter is chuckling and shaking his head at his theatrics, Remus is rolling his eyes, and Sirius balls up a serviette to throw at his head. They’re always easily distracted when presented with an opportunity to tease him about something.

“Merlin damns the day that lazy sods like us keep a hangry James from his breakfast, eh Moony?” Sirius barks out. James retaliates with a serviette of his own, and lands it right in the middle of Sirius’ porridge. The offended glare he gets in return makes a smug little grin appear.

“Right you are, Pads, think I heard once that Circe herself once condemned a man fool enough to try and delay our dearest Prongs from brekkie after Quidditch,”

“Oi!” He protests in mock offence, “I’m not that bad, you rotten bastards,”

That makes all three of them nearly snort with laughter. He is absolutely that bad and they all know it, but he’ll proclaim innocence on the matter every time anyways. And he pretends not to know that they carry snacks with them everywhere they go, just like he carries chocolate for Moony, just in case he gets a bit hangry every now and again.

Thankfully, the lads are sufficiently reassured and redirected after that, moving on to whinge at the dreadfully long essay for DADA that only Remus and James had started, but were nowhere close to finishing and the upcoming Hogsmeade trip.

He manages to choke down his singular piece of toast and gulp down a glass of water, but he already knows it won’t be staying down. His stomach is cramping ruthlessly and he wants to slam his forehead into the wooden table. Classes haven’t even started for the day and he already isn’t sure if he can do this. It’ll be fine, he thinks, it’ll have to be fine. He can spin his mates a lie they’ll believe, but apparently, he’s proper shit at lying to himself.

When they finish breakfast and head to their first class of the day, History of Magic, thank Merlin, James is able to nip off to the lav with minimal fuss and an assurance of meeting the lads in the classroom when he’s finished. As soon as their backs are turned, he’s booking it for the nearest loo before his singular piece of toast makes its re-emergence from his stomach right there in corridor. He’s already kneeling in front of the toilet, a hasty locking charm thrown over his shoulder, when his body rebels against him.

He’s not paying attention to anything other than his own misery while his body shakes and retches, so when a pair of hands settle gently on his back, he flinches against them.

“Easy, Darling, it’s just me,” And he’d know that soft baritone voice just about anywhere, no matter what was happening. It’s easy for him to relax into Regulus, his side pressing against Reg’s front with his knees pulled tightly into his chest, still shaking with the aftershocks of his stomach turning inside out.

He’s vaguely aware that he’s crying, but he can’t spare the thought to be concerned about it when Reg’s cold hands feel like salvation against his overheated skin. He would very much like to simply bury himself in those hands, thank you. Regulus seems to know exactly what he wants, because he sweeps a hand from James’ cheek to the back of his neck and brings their faces together until they’re resting their foreheads against each other. James can feel Reg’s breath tickle his nose, and unconsciously begins to settle his own hiccuping, gasping breathing to match.

It’s an indiscernible amount of time before James is able to pry his gritty eyes open to meet Regulus’. There’s so much worry, anxiety, and endless amounts of love reflected in those eyes that James feels like he may be sick again from it. He has to squeeze his eyes closed again, feeling more tears leak out the corners, and he begins rocking back and forth. How could he put this on Reg? How selfish was he? Regulus had so much more on his plate than James would ever have; abusive parents, being forced into taking the mark and becoming a spy, trying to mend his relationship with his brother, hiding his relationship with his brother’s best mate, trying to keep himself, Evan, and Barty alive despite every contrary effort by the latter two, keeping his grades afloat, and captaining the Slytherin Quidditch team. There was no way James could add more hippogriff shit to Reg’s already overflowing plate. He refused to. He’s not really aware of his arm coming up and bringing his palm to the side of his head repeatedly, but he does feel it when Regulus catches his wrist and brings his hand to rest at the base of Reg’s neck and bury his fingers in the curls that rest there. He doesn’t even think about not winding the hair around his finger repeatedly, until the weight on his chest lets up a little bit. It’s only then he opens his eyes again. He searches intently for any signs of anger or annoyance he thinks should be in those ice blue eyes, but all he finds is love and concern. He wants to close his eyes again, but he knows he won’t.

“There you are,” Regulus breathes, relief coating his words. He twists to his school bag, pulling out a few vials of potions from within it.

“For your nausea,” he says softly, uncorking the vial and gently tilting it into James’ mouth.

He wants to feel slightly embarrassed about it, but his hands are still trembling as bad as Sirius’ or Regulus’ do after a conversation with their mother, so he’s under no illusions that he would most certainly drop any potions vial he was handed. And honestly? He welcomes the relief of an anti-nausea potion. He feels miserable.

Regulus grabs the next vial, an aquamarine blue potion that James would know in his sleep with the amount he’s taken them in the last few years. He’s still grateful when Regulus mumbles, “Calming Draught,” before he pours it into James’ mouth.

Next is a dark green potion that would have James scowling petulantly if he had the energy for such a thing. He detests Nutrient Potions. Regulus rolls his eyes like he knows exactly what James is thinking, which, let’s be real, he probably does, and says, “Only half of this, I promise. You just need something in your stomach,”

He lets out a pathetic little whinge, but doesn’t try to fight it when Reg holds it up to his mouth. He does, however, make a nasty face at it. Reg huffs a little laugh before directing a soft Aguamenti charm into his mouth to wash away the aftertaste. Merlin, James thinks, he’s the best secret boyfriend anyone could ever hope to have.

The last vial Regulus has is another green potion, but this one is a bright, almost neon, green and James understands why the Nutrient Potion was necessary. Headache Remedies are nasty business taken on an empty stomach, he knows that from firsthand experience and he’d like to never repeat that particular hell ever again.

“See?” Reg teases, a wry grin on his face, “I don’t always torture you for no reason,”

James huffs a little bit, more on principle than anything else, but Reg seems to understand exactly what he means without needing him to come up with the words to say it.

“Last one, yeah? Then we’re getting off the lav floor,” James nods, not really wanting to move, but knowing he probably should.

The Headache Remedy goes down much easier than the Nutrient Potion did, and he starts to feel the results of the potions almost immediately. The pounding pressure against his temples recedes, his stomach feels like it’s back in its anatomically correct spot, his hands are still shaking a bit but they’re better than they were, and his bloody eye has finally stopped twitching. He breathes a sigh of relief, he truly hadn’t realised just how awful he was feeling until now. It’s a rather sad thing to realise that he feels the best he’s felt all day after having a complete breakdown on a lav floor.

Regulus hauls them both up, casting heavy cleaning charms at both their clothes, scooping both their bags off the floor, and steering them to the sinks. It takes a bit of manoeuvring, but he somehow manages to get James sat up on one of the sinks. James’ glasses are snagged off his face with a deftness only a Seeker could have and tucked gently into the pocket of Reg’s robes. He conjures a soft terrycloth rag and wets it in the faucet, bringing it to James’ face, not wiping, but pressing the cold cloth to the undersides of his eyes.

“It’ll get rid of the puffiness,” he explains. He quirks a sardonic smile at James, pulling the rag away from his face, wringing it out, and refreshing the chilled water on it again, “The only good thing about masquerading about as a woman for a decade and change is knowing all the secrets to having a breakdown and coming out the other side looking better than you did before,”

That punches a pathetic little laugh from James’ chapped lips, but the spark that lights up in Regulus’ eyes at the noise makes him feel like he’s just been wrapped in a blanket with how the warmth encases him.

Regulus takes his time, pressing the cloth to the swollen undersides of James’ eyes, wiping the gritty tear tracks from his cheeks, and sliding the rag around his neck and the accessible parts of his collarbone to rid the sweat that had adhered itself to his skin. He regaled James with soft murmurs of castle gossip, student dating drama, something interesting he’d found in a new potions journal he read over the weekend, the latest disaster Evan and Barty had gotten themselves into, anything and everything he could think of. James would occasionally hum an acknowledgment or huff with a bit of laughter or indignation, but for the most part, he simply sat there on the sink with his head leaned back onto the mirror and his eyes closed. He looks exhausted. Regulus wishes, not for the first time, that he could take away everything and anything that ever made James feel like this.

He knows James is coming out of this episode when his eyes slowly open and he blinks rapidly, as if coming out of a daze. He lifts his head from the mirror and looks around owlishly until Regulus perches his glasses back on his face. When his eyes focus back in, James makes a peculiar face. His nose scrunches up and his lip curls in a poor imitation of a sneer, before he gracelessly folds in on himself and plops his head onto Regulus’ shoulder.

“Ugh.” He groans. Regulus chuckles, but doesn’t respond. Just threads his fingers into James’ wild hair and holds him.

When they part, James avoids his gaze, and his dark skin is flushed. He’s embarrassed. Regulus really isn’t sure why he’d be embarrassed, because James has been in the exact opposite position for some of Regulus’ own historical blubbering breakdowns, and he is not a pretty crier.

“Are you alright?” Regulus asks quietly. James just shrugs, still refusing to meet his gaze. Regulus takes ahold of James’ chin with a barely-there grip and brings his face where he has to at least look at his face, rather than the wall.

“James,” he says, a little firmer, “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

He can’t help but worry about James’ parents, Effie and Monty, despite him never having actually met them. He cares about them regardless because Sirius and James care about them so much. With the war rising quickly on the horizon, he’s put a lot of effort into setting up discrete information pipelines on the elder Potters. He hopes it’s going to be enough to stop anything that will inevitably turn its eyes toward them.

“No,” James rasps, his voice hoarse, “Nothing happened. Just a shit day.”

Regulus regards him for a moment. James can’t lie to him for shit, not when he’s looking at him anyways, so he nods.

“Pink!” He calls out and a house elf apparates into the loo. She’s his favourite Hogwarts elf, her pinkish-purple eyes and colour charmed tea-towel dress had caught his eye in first year and she was the first to ever use his real name. He adored her. Today, her tea towel was yellow. It felt fitting somehow.

“What can Pink be doing for her favourite Master Regulus?” Pink was about as subtle as a hippogriff with her blatant favouritism towards him. He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it.

“Could you bring us some lavender chamomile tea please? One with two sugars and milk and the other black? If you’ve the time?”

Pink looked around the lav, judgement clear on her face, “Pink would be happy to get Master Regulus and Mr Potter tea, but she shan’t be giving it in the lavatory. No, no, no,”

The elf snapped her fingers and suddenly they were sitting in an empty classroom, their belongings at their feet and a table with a tea service between them. James had a bewildered expression on his face that Regulus couldn’t help but laugh at. They each made up a cuppa before looking back at Pink who hadn’t left. She nodded firmly at them.

“Much better. Young masters will call Pink if they need anything,” she says before popping away.

“Merlin, I love that elf,” Regulus chuckles. If he makes it through the war he’s going to find a way to force Dumbledore to part with her. Kreacher would throw a fit about it, but he’d come around soon enough.

It was slow work getting James speaking again over tea. At first he’d respond with a few words but mostly stayed quiet, but gradually two cups of tea later, he was responding with a sentence or two. There was a long, comfortable silence between them where Regulus took his chance and pressed the issue at hand.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” He asks, voice gentle and quiet. James presses his eyes closed for a moment. Regulus knew pulling the “sunshine” card was unfair, but he was a Slytherin. James knew better than to expect him to ever play fair, “Are you okay?”

James huffs an irritated sounding breath, “Ehhh?” He says, “I’m not…not okay,”

Regulus cocks his head, “Well…that’s something I suppose. What happened?”

James shrugs his shoulders, running a frustrated hand through his hair, “I don’t know! I just- really, it’s just a bad day. I don’t know. Nothing happened. I just woke up and everything was so much and it felt like I was drowning in my head. And it’s so stupid! There’s absolutely no reason I should feel like this!”

The amount of anger in James’ voice is unexpected, but Regulus can understand it. He get into proper strops over his own emotions constantly, but for the opposite reasons. James feels everything at 110% all of the time. Regulus feels things at maybe 10% on a good day. He doesn’t know what it’s like to feel things as the level James does, but he can imagine how overwhelming it could be. He’s still trying to form a response when James whispers, “It’s fine. I promise, I’m fine,”

And Regulus feels his heart break a little bit for James. He’d mentioned little things about his fits of anxiety and issues with certain sensory input here and there, but Regulus had never been privy to the actual moments before.

“Can I- Do you-“ Regulus couldn’t quite figure out the words he was trying to push past his mouth, “Is there something that Sirius or the others do to help when you feel like this? Something I can do?”

He felt a bit of a flush creeping up his neck, but he refused to think about it. He was trying to get better at communicating with his boyfriend. Trying to become someone worthy of having someone like James Potter in his life. These are the kind of questions that James would ask him if their positions were reversed, he’s sure of that, so he’s going to put his emotionally repressed brain to the side and be here for James, no matter how hard it is.

James looks at him a bit quizzically, like he’s genuinely confused as to why Regulus is asking that. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “They…uh…they don’t actually know about all of…” he gestures vaguely to himself and it takes nearly all the pureblood etiquette training he received his entire life to not let his eyes bug out in surprise. Merlin’s tits, this self-sacrificing idiot is going to be the death of me.

He’s seen just about every person from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff lean on James for something at some point in time. He’s seen James sit with girls while they cry over their boyfriend breaking up with them. He’s seen him sit with homesick first years, do quidditch coaching for second years, transfiguration tutoring for just about every year. He stops and talks to nearly everyone on the way to class because he knows a little bit about everyone and prides himself in being available for everyone anytime.

Hell, he beat up and hexed the shit out of some upper year Slytherins when he wandered by at the wrong time and saw them jump Evan. He hadn’t remotely questioned it. James had seen Evan, someone he’d frequently exchanged hexes with and barely knew outside of what Regulus had told him, bleeding and unconscious on the ground, and jumped head first with no hesitation into the fray to help.

James had managed to heal a fair bit of the damage done, and had Evan to the hospital wing in record time. While Madame Pomfrey worked over Evan, James had tracked down Barty, Regulus, Dorcas, and Pandora, despite being openly hostile with or barely aquatinted with Regulus’ friends, and he’d gone to Slughorn to file a formal complaint against the students responsible. James denies all accusations of string pulling with his father, but three out of five of the boys responsible for Evan’s attack had their wands snapped and had been expelled from the school before Evan ever stepped foot out of the hospital wing. Barty has never raised his wand against James since, Evan occasionally stopped to chat with him in the halls, Dorcas ran quidditch drills with him after practices, and Pandora has a standing invitation to pretty much any Gryffindor festivities.

James does so much for everyone around him, it simply doesn’t make sense to him as to how no one has noticed how badly James is struggling.

Regulus vanishes the tea service, shrinks their belongings, throws his outer robes on before hauling James up and doing the same to him, “Come,” he says, extending out a hand for James to take.

“What? Where are we going?” James doesn’t hesitate to take his hand though, and he hauls him through the now-empty corridors without answering him. They head straight out the front entrance hall doors, but Regulus doesn’t slow his pace until they get to the Black Lake. Together, they amble hand in hand around the waterbody.

“Are you not worried someone will see us?” James asks, a few minutes into their walk.

“No,” Regulus replies, “And if they do, that’s something I’m not unwilling to face,”

James turns a baffled look onto him, “But you said-“

Regulus holds up a hand to stop him, “I know. And when I said it, I thought hiding it would keep us both safe. But there’s a war on the horizon, Darling, and no one is safe. We’re in no more danger being together in public now than we will be once the war begins. If that’s something you want, if you want to be in public with me, I’m happy to give it to you,”

James thinks his heart might explode right there in his chest. He’s wanted nothing more than to scream his love for Regulus Black for almost two years now. Well, he wouldn’t scream it from the rafters, Reg would hate that, but he’s wanted nothing more than to be able to be with Reg outside of closed doors and late night astronomy tower visits. Now he has the opportunity.

“What happens when the war comes?” He asks, terrified of the answer, but hopeful all the same.

Regulus shrugs, “We can make a big scene, fake a breakup because we’re choosing different sides or somesuch rot, or we can grab the people we love and get the fuck out of this thrice forsaken country. Away from Voldemort and away from Dumbledore. Make them fight their own war, I suppose. Travel, if we want. Find somewhere we love and stay for however long we want. I don’t know, James, the war is coming regardless of what we do. I’d like to believe we have the power to choose our fates. Just this once I’d like to pretend that we have control over our lives,”

Regulus pauses for a moment before laughing to himself, “Just this once, I’d like to pretend that the biggest danger to us being together is dealing with Sirius when he finds out,”

James chokes out a laugh at that, fully able to envision his best friend’s face when he finds out. When. Not if. Despite the sharp ring of terror that James feels about that idea, the thought that he could find out and that he and Reg weren’t doomed to fail made him smile a bit like a fool.

“Merlin,” James breathes, “I’m not sure if he’d want to kill me or want to kill you more,”

They chuckle about it, squabbling like they do about everything with smiles on their faces, even if they are discussing more and more outlandish plots that Sirius would come up with for their demises.

James snorts when Reg describes a truly macabre murder plot Sirius could use to murder them both for daring to date each other, “Genuinely, I think we’re going to be in more danger when Pads finds out than we’ll ever be in with the Death Eaters,”

“Too right you are, Potter,”

Both he and Reg whip around and come face to face with one very, very pissed off Sirius Black. He can see Reg’s lips quirk up into a smirk and he knows this isn’t going to be pretty. He shoots a “help me” look over to Remus and Peter who are hovering behind Sirius, both of them shrug their shoulders as if to say “sorry pal, you’re on your own”. Lovely.

“Pads, look mate, I can explain,”

Sirius’ flinty eyes snap over to him and glare darkly, “If you’re about to tell me it’s not what it looks like, I will drown you in the lake,” he threatens. James laughs.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like. And sounds like, I’m assuming, if you’ve been following us for a while.”

He looks at Sirius for a long moment, and Sirius looks back at him without wavering. They’ve long since mastered their communication without speech, but that isn’t what this is. It’s a bit of a battle of wills, but also a test. And James never shies from a challenge. When Sirius flicks his eyes heavenward, James knows he’s won.

“Sirius Orion Black the III, I’m hopelessly, helplessly, and doubtlessly in love with your brother. I have been for the last two years. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I’m not remotely sorry I fell in love with him. If it’s any consolation, I don’t love him enough to let Slytherin win on the pitch?”

Sirius snorts, a little bit unwillingly, but seems to take that answer.

“Janamejaya Fleamont Potter,” Sirius starts, a nasty little grin stretched across his lips.

James groans at his full name, dropping his head into his hands, “Merlin, I fucking hate you Padfoot. Two years. I went two years without him finding that bit out. You’re a rotten bastard, Black,” Sirius just cackles at the gleeful little smirk Regulus has on his face. Regulus won’t ever let this go. Serves the traitorous brotherfucker right.

He continues without paying James, who’s glaring death at him, any mind, “I really cannot fathom why you, of all people, would fall for my horrid little brother, of all people, but here we are. I will absolutely never forgive you for this, but I suppose I’m going to have to live with it, even if I really don’t like it, aren’t I?”

Both James and Regulus respond immediately with a resounding, “Yes,”

Sirius huffs a long suffering sigh, “If I ever, and I mean, ever, see shit between the two of you that isn’t fit for the public view, I will castrate the both of you,”

Regulus snorts in a very un-Blacklike way, “Shall I inform you of all the safe sex measures we currently employ, brother dear?” He asks, faux sweetness dripping from his works. Sirius goes pale, then briefly green, then a horrible puce colour.

Regulus is doubled over laughing at his brother’s misery. Remus’ lips are twitching in an effort not to laugh, and Peter’s somehow managed to get to the kitchens and back with popcorn and is watching the verbal duel with rapt attention.

Sirius has launched into a, frankly, well-informed lecture, whilst still shouting and still looking vaguely nauseous, and Regulus hasn’t stopped laughing yet. James knows exactly what Regulus is doing, and he can’t help the fond, but exasperated look he has on his face as he watches two of the most important people in his life attempt to verbally incinerate each other. They haven’t actually tried to murder each other yet, though, so he’s counting it as a win.

Regulus lets Sirius go on his tangent for about ten minutes before he finally pulls himself together and stops antagonising his poor brother, who’s about thirty seconds away from a heart attack if the brilliant scarlet colour his face is sporting is any indication.

“Sirius,” he says softly. Sirius doesn’t stop his ranting for even a second, Regulus can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Sirius,” he says a little firmer. Still, Sirius barely pauses long enough to take a breath.

“Siri,”

And of course, that’s what shuts him up. It seems he’s on a roll with pulling out unfairly emotional nicknames for people today. Regulus hasn’t called his brother that silly little nickname in over ten years. It makes a sad little smile slant across his lips. He lifts his untucked white shirt up over his lower stomach, where a long scar stretches across his abdomen.

“I got all of it removed when I had top surgery. Stop panicking, you idiot, I’m fucking with you,”

That’s the top of Sirius’ threshold apparently, because he launches himself at Regulus, tackling him to the ground and a pathetically short wrestling match ensues between the two of them. Regulus has Sirius pinned in no time at all, and James resolutely looks away from his boyfriend, only to meet the very smug gaze of Remus, who is surely going to rub this in both of their faces for all of eternity.

“Alright, alright! Regulus, let your brother up so he can lick his wounds in peace, yeah? Sirius stop whinging, Regulus is of age and can do as he pleases. Pack it in,” Of course the only person in the world that can get both Black brothers to listen to them is Remus bloody Lupin.

The lot of them continue walking around the lake as one group, and it’s a seamless transition. James and Regulus have their arms around each other, just like Sirius and Remus do. Peter is jumping between scurrying ahead or onto shoulders as Wormtail and popping back into the conversation as Peter. They tease each other relentlessly and poke fun the entire way around the lake. Remus and Pete argue about who figured out James and Regulus were together first, to which James and Regulus argue about when they actually got together to begin with.

As they near the castle, Reg slows his pace down and puts a bit of distance between the rest of the group and he and James, “Feeling any better, love?”

James seems a little bit startled by the question but nods, “Yeah, I do, actually. Loads better. Why?”

Reg laughs softly and has that mean little smirk that means he’s about to tease James relentlessly about something, “Apparently I needed to take my golden retriever of a boyfriend for a walk,”

James wants to feel offended about that, he really does, but the fact that he’s been equated to a golden retriever in three separate friend groups, when Sirius is supposed to be the dog out of all of them, will never not be funny to him.

Ahead, he can hear Moony’s laughter and hears Reg grumble something about “bloody werewolf senses”. Moony trips in surprise and nearly topples Sirius and Pete in order to keep his footing.

As they go to split off for their respective common rooms, James pretends that he doesn’t hear Moony talking to Regulus for a moment before they separate.

“I don’t know what you did, how you did it, and I really don’t know if I want to, but I just wanted to thank you for finding a way to be there for him on a day like this. He doesn’t let us in, Merlin knows we’ve tried, but he refuses to accept that he needs help sometimes. Reckon it’s some sort of misplaced guilt, but…” Remus trails off for a moment, running a hand through his hair with a vaguely frustrated noise.

“It’s gotten scary in the past, Reg. We rotate following him around when he disappears like that. Make sure he doesn’t get into anything stupid. Normally he goes up to the roof and chainsmokes until he’s out of fags or it’s too dark to see. When he disappeared off the map, don’t look at me like that I know he’s shown it to you, we all panicked. I don’t know where you found him or how you did it, but Merlin, I’m thankful you did. Maybe you can teach him what we keep failing to. He needs someone like you,”

Regulus has a soft look on his face, “Trust me, Lupin. I need someone like him too,”

Remus grins, it’s sharp and the points of his canines are clearly visible, “Good, because if either of you hurts the other, I’ll kill you both myself, got it?”

James and Regulus both exchange a moderately panicked look, but nod vigorously in response. That’s the unofficial cue for their group to disband to their common rooms, but before Regulus disappears down the corridor for the Dungeons, he glances over his shoulder at the backs of the four Gryffindors and asks himself,

“Did I just get bullied by a werewolf wearing a knit jumper? What is my life turning into?”

Only Remus turns around and smirks at him, “A comedy, Black. Best be ready for it. It only gets worse from here,”

Regulus shakes his head with a snort. Yeah, okay. A comedy is definitely a fitting title for his life. At least it isn’t a tragedy.

[watatsumiis]

Hmm in need of some comfort today so just cherrypicking some of my faves to write this scenario of 'how they'd react to a reader who has gone nonverbal and is avoiding contact due to stress/sensory overload'

I'm not sure if it's much of a mood others can relate to but here goes!

Content: gender neutral reader (heavily implied to be neurodivergent in some way), platonic fluff, general mentions of stress and sensory overload type deals (but pretty vague), some characters can be kind of dismissive/confused at first (Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Yae Miko) but mostly positive and supportive.

Be warned that the descriptions of being nonverbal and coping with sensory overload will be based heavily on my own personal experiences and coping mechanisms, so they will likely not match perfectly up with what others have been through.

Characters: Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Pierro, Yae Miko, Zhongli.

Ayato gets it. He may not know exactly what you're experiencing, but he understands and empathises (especially since Ayaka often struggles with similar issues). He tends to be pretty swamped at any given time so it may take him a bit to realise what's going on or notice how you're feeling, but once he does, he's immediately ready to do anything to help look after you - he's very observant to all of your signals and catches on really quickly to what you want, even if you're not entirely sure about it yourself. He's kind and patient and won't touch you without express permission first - he leads you off somewhere quiet for you to decompress, shooing others away so that you can sit in peace for a while until you're feeling ready to face the world again. It's okay if you need more time, too, he'll send Thoma up every now and then to bring you snacks and drinks they know you like and a reminder that you're allowed to take all the alone time you need.

Capitano relates, heavily. He often finds himself struggling with words and socialising too, and so picks up on your stress signals almost immediately (sometimes before you even realise you're teetering on the edge of an episode). He'll just stand silently by you, shielding you from others with his broad frame and intimidating demeanour. Often, his presence is enough to scare others off and give you some space to breathe, but sometimes that just isn't enough, and he might twitch his fingers and tilt his head in that silent gesture that means you should follow him. Any time Capitano spends an extended period of time somewhere, he finds himself mapping out 'safe spots' for him to hide - for him, they're usually small, enclosed, dark places such as closets or service hallways. If you're the kind of person who needs to be outdoors, he also knows where all the nearest exits are and will lead you directly out, standing a few paces away with his arms crossed over his chest, back to you as he stands guard to make sure you're not disturbed.

Dottore... Doesn't understand. He wants to, but less in an empathetic way and more in a researching kind of way. You'll feel his eyes on you, observing you and taking in every little detail, which just makes you more stressed, but eventually he'll set a hand on the small of your back (though will pull away if you shy away from him) to lead you out and to somewhere quiet - at first you think he's being considerate but in reality he just wants to observe you for a bit, record what you do to calm yourself down. The moment you're able to get your words in order again, he's asking questions - what led to this, how your mental state was, what you usually do to cope, so on. It's a little invasive, clinical and weird (and he almost definitely has a folder dedicated to you that he's writing this all down in), but as time goes on, you slowly realise that he's actually actively working to try and prevent you from getting so stressed you become like that again. He's kind of sneaky about it but there's no question that it's him who is pulling the strings, subtly taking work away from you and steering away those who might seek to bother you. It's kind of sweet, really.

Itto struggles to get why you're like this, it's not something he's ever experienced in his life - he's constantly on the move, a high sensory seeker who is noisy and all over the place, but he'll do his very best to understand you and make sure your needs are met, even if he doesn't get them at all. He may still talk to you and ask you questions, then really quickly apologise and get all flustered. He has no idea what he's doing and it shows, but he has good intentions. He'll announce that you're feeling "super duper not-good" to anyone who so much as glances in your direction, and that you are "in dire need of some time to chill and unwind, so all you bozos better stay back!" (that last part is more directed towards his gang - he knows they can be a lot sometimes, yet he somehow seems oblivious to the fact that he can be exactly the same way). If you seem like you're genuinely upset or stressed out for too long, he'll try a wide variety of things in his attempts to make you smile or laugh - each idea gets more and more ridiculous, from bringing you silly looking beetles to trying (and failing) to do cartwheels, to once even nearly getting arrested because he decided to do a (rather insulting, but faithful) impression of the Yashiro Commissioner.

Pantalone really struggles to wrap his head around it all, he just can't seem to comprehend the idea that some people can't just keep all their stress tucked down inside until an appropriate time arrives that they can let it all out and break down. He's almost dismissive at first, but as he grows to know you better he becomes a lot kinder and more helpful surrounding it all (though he can still occasionally say or do something that comes off kind of unkind, he struggles with empathy). He'll let you hide out in his office until you feel better, and if he's in a particularly generous mood he might give you little gifts of things that he feels will cheer you up. While he can be a little impatient, eventually he seems to adjust to the idea that not everyone can be 'perfectly composed' on the outside like he is. He'll help you come up with excuses for why you might have to leave quickly, and will absolutely lie to people on your behalf.

Pierro, while not really fully comprehending, is pretty accepting (mostly because it's you), and will do what he can to make you feel comfortable and happy - he'll make excuses to others as to why you can't do certain things and make sure not to do anything that might upset you even more. He has a little bit of experience (thanks to Capitano), but treats you pretty much the exact same as he would Cap, giving you plenty of space and making sure everything is quiet and you have somewhere to retreat if you need. Nobody questions him due to his status, so if he's giving you preferential treatment, you'd better enjoy it, because he doesn't just hand that out to anyone. His presence in itself is pretty calming too, he has a kind of calm, in-control vibe no matter what.

Yae Miko flip-flops back and forth between being super nice and a little bit teasing about it (in a very lighthearted way, but it can still be a little stressful). Of course, if you appeal directly to her for support, she'll provide it, but there's a chance she may expect something in return eventually. Despite that, she's more than happy to pull some strings to make sure you're happy and taken care of. You'll get somewhere quiet to sit, something yummy to eat, and if you're lucky, you might be graced with her presence as she sits beside you to do some papers and keep an eye on you to make sure you're looking after yourself and there's nothing else actively stressing you.

Zhongli probably has a few tricks up his sleeve when it comes to calming others down - he has breathing exercises for you to try and will happily walk you through them, and will encourage you to do some things to ground yourself (like identifying and pointing out different things you can see/hear/smell, etc.). He's very proactive when it comes to this sort of thing, and doesn't want to leave you alone because he frets. If you need, he'll find you somewhere quiet to just exist for a bit (though he'll still sit nearby). He checks in a lot and worries about you, because he hates to see those he cares about feeling stressed out - it stresses him out too. Once he's sure you're okay with it, he'll wrap you up in the biggest, most soothing hug, applying perfect amounts of pressure as he rests his chin on you and rubs your back.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[goldenherald]

1. Use Non-Linear Storytelling

Technique: Break away from a traditional, linear plot. Jump between different moments in time, using flashbacks and fragmented memories to give the reader insight into the character’s past and present simultaneously.

How to Apply: Instead of following events chronologically, focus on how certain memories or thoughts are triggered by present experiences. For example, a current moment of violence can prompt a flashback to a traumatic past, creating a rich layering of time.

2. Lyrical, Sensory Descriptions

Technique: Emphasize vivid, often poetic descriptions of physical sensations, environments, and emotions. Use rich imagery to evoke a mood or emphasize the weight of an experience.

How to Apply: When describing scenes, go beyond simple actions. Focus on texture, color, sound, and even abstract associations to elevate the scene emotionally. Allow metaphors and similes to paint a more nuanced picture of violence, love, or pain.

Example: Instead of “He was bleeding,” try “Blood flowed from him like molten iron, searing the skin it touched, a silent witness to the battle his body had already lost.”

3. Symbolism and Mythological Allusions

Technique: Use religious, mythological, or literary symbols to add layers of meaning to a character's actions or emotions. These references create a sense of inevitability and weight in the narrative, tying personal struggles to universal themes.

How to Apply: Look for opportunities to compare your characters’ experiences to those of mythical figures or historical events. This heightens the emotional stakes and gives the story a timeless quality.

4. Repetition for Emotional Impact

Technique: Repeat key phrases or images throughout the narrative to create a thematic echo and emphasize a character’s mental state or the inevitability of their fate.

How to Apply: Select a phrase or image that holds deep emotional weight and repeat it at pivotal moments in the story, subtly changing its meaning with each iteration.

5. Character-Driven Reflection

Technique: Place the character’s inner thoughts and reflections at the forefront of the narrative, often giving more space to internal monologues than to external action.

How to Apply: Give your characters room to think, analyze, and wrestle with their feelings. Make their thoughts as dynamic as the physical world around them. Use their reflections to explore the emotional and psychological consequences of their actions.

6. Leverage Fragmentation in Sentences

Technique: Use fragmented, incomplete sentences to convey a character’s disorientation or emotional turmoil. This helps mirror the fragmented nature of trauma or overwhelming experiences.

How to Apply: Break sentences intentionally to show a character’s inability to fully process a thought or feeling. The use of ellipses, dashes, and abrupt stops can create a jarring effect that mirrors their inner conflict.

7. Contrast Violence with Tenderness

Technique: Write scenes where acts of violence are juxtaposed with moments of vulnerability or tenderness, highlighting the complexity of human emotions.

How to Apply: When writing scenes of action or violence, contrast them with softer moments to humanize the characters. Show how the brutality affects them emotionally, both in the moment and long afterward.

8. Focus on Sensory Overload

Technique: Overwhelm the reader with sensory details to convey the intense experiences your characters are going through, especially when they are at the limits of their endurance.

How to Apply: Use multi-sensory descriptions to create an atmosphere of intensity. Include sounds, textures, sights, and smells in a way that heightens the stakes of a scene.

9. Elevate Conflict to Mythic Proportions

Technique: Frame personal conflicts as part of a larger, mythic struggle. This can make your characters’ choices feel more monumental and impactful.

How to Apply: When characters face challenges, compare them to legendary or historical battles. Even small, personal stakes can be framed as part of a grand narrative.

10. Utilize Religious Imagery and Themes

Technique: Weave religious imagery and concepts like martyrdom, sacrifice, or divine punishment into your writing to create a thematic richness.

How to Apply: Subtly introduce religious undertones in moments of crisis, linking characters’ struggles to ideas of redemption, judgment, or salvation. Use religious symbolism to add weight to their choices.

[shadoweavers]

Quirk Description

Name: Bat Physiology

Type: Mutant/Enhancement

Manifestation: Hikari Fujimoto's quirk, Bat Physiology, grants her abilities akin to those of a bat, blending both physical and sensory enhancements that are unique to her mutation.

Bat Wings: Hikari initially developed bat-like wings under her arms, which enable her to glide and potentially fly. Although her father cut off these wings in her early childhood, her bones and body evolved in preparation for the incoming wings.

Enhanced Hearing: Hikari possesses extraordinarily acute hearing. She can detect sounds across a vast range of frequencies, including ultrasonic waves. This heightened sense allows her to pick up on the faintest whispers and the subtlest noises, making her a master at gathering information and detecting movement in her surroundings.

Echolocation: Hikari can emit high-frequency sounds that bounce off objects and return to her, creating a detailed mental map of her environment. This ability is especially useful in complete darkness, where she can "see" through sound alone. Echolocation gives her precise spatial awareness, making her a formidable opponent in stealth and combat.

Shadow Blending: Hikari can seemingly blend seamlessly into shadows, becoming nearly invisible in low light or darkness. This ability, coupled with her echolocation, makes her an expert at stealth and espionage. She can move undetected, gather information, and strike from the darkness with uncanny precision. Though, if you know what to look for, then it's harder for her to blend in.

Nocturnal Adaptation: Her quirk includes adaptations for night vision and a nocturnal lifestyle. She can see clearly in the dark, her eyes reflecting the light like a bat's. Her body is also adapted to be more active and alert during the night, giving her an edge in operations conducted under the cover of darkness.

Quirk Analysis

Strengths:

Superior Stealth: Echo's ability to blend into shadows and use echolocation makes her nearly impossible to detect in darkness. She can move silently and see without light, giving her a significant advantage in stealth missions and nighttime operations.

Enhanced Sensory Perception: Her acute hearing and echolocation provide her with unparalleled situational awareness. She can detect and identify threats long before they become apparent to others, making her an excellent scout and spy.

Weaknesses:

Sensitivity to Light: Bright lights can disorient and weaken her, making daytime operations challenging. She tries to avoid direct exposure to intense light sources, which can be exploited by her enemies.

Vulnerability to Loud Sounds: Sudden loud noises can overload her sensitive hearing, causing pain and temporary incapacitation. This vulnerability requires her to be cautious in environments with unpredictable noise levels.

Isolation: Her nocturnal lifestyle and sensitivity to sensory overload contribute to her isolation. Social interactions and daily activities can be difficult, as she is often out of sync with the world around her.

[tomorrowillbeyou]

what sounds do you generally dislike most misophonia-wise?

Umm putting this under cut bc sometimes descriptions can trigger people ^_^

for me it is quite basic stuff, the worst one by far is coughing/throat clearing it makes me crazy, plus sniffing, whispering, rustling (i don't really mind people whispering to me just like when i can hear it somewhere). also snoring is pretty bad i have to have white noise in my ears when i sleep bcoz my dad snores really loud lol and if i hesr it too long i start crying. also when people are talking but it's muffled and i can just hear like the hum noise but not the actual words . this one is SOOO evil in lectures because its like the same frequency as the actual lecture so i can't block it with white noise. also crosstalk makes me feel really overwhelmed and cry but im not sure if that's misophonia related or just regular sensory overload... oh also loud breathing and when someone has a really loud voice that i can't tune out or smacks their lips between words. and also loud chewing/slurping but actually i dont hear that super often because i usually eat alone. and i have misokinesia as well But that's a whole different can of worms. basically laundry list of triggers im the gen z snowflake who can't handle anything they warned u about & i struggle to function in day to day life or do fun social activities LOL. Well what can you do in such situations. anyway hope u enjoyed the needlessly detailed breakdown of my disorder. LOVE💘

[il3x]

that charismatic smile by tub ring is an accord song

SCREAMS. IT EVEN HAS HIS FOLDERS.....

gonna rant, actually, because the depth and aptness of this suggestion has SO greatly exceeded my expectations.

THAT'S HIMB. GOD. details dude. AUGH. the love and care and satisfaction with which the singer sings this first line... yeah that's what it's like in his head! jeepers. "a corporation of yourself" is SUCH a good description for accord too.

This part fits his ambitious plans, and desire to get state leaders and experts and such on board with them and working together. Like, this genuinely is his vision. well, this and idk embezzlement or something but he Does want to better the world.

The repetition/parallelisms ("and soon"/"and now") here are SO important! This is his plan kicking off, and immediately going pear-shaped (in his eyes) because of the disorderly and uncooperative actions of other humans. He's catching on that his ideals will not be realised.

The backing here, too! The way it gets more urgent, more distorted, more staticky and chaotic! Combined with "and soon the room is filled with menial discussion", it hits. like. I should not be relating to Accord but god DAMN. to me that captures the sensory overload of a room full of people talking over one another, the frustration of your voice getting lost in an uncoordinated group, when they're all talking around in circles and getting nowhere. I'm chill about group projects, wdym? Anyways. It's SO easy to picture this as his Shard aggravating pre-existing frustration/OCD/overload when his plans go awry, especially with that backing.

And (accord would saw trap me for starting with an independent conjunction, but the 'net is a lawless wasteland, babey!) the worst aspect of that kind of situation is the feeling of losing control...

Which makes the next lines hit all the harder!!

"Rising above the noise" I think really is how Accord sees himself and the Ambassadors, his motive and methods of villainy, his everything. And, God, this line! That's Accord's power fantasy! This is what he dreams about at night! That loss of control was never real, you were just lying in wait, and you're going to control every aspect of this formerly chaotic, terrifying, choking world.

It will be beautiful.

These last lines are also perfect, because they (along with the new super intense backing) don't shy away from his villainy. Accord has power because Accord kills for his power. His "order" comes at the price of lives. Ruined on a whim! Cody wasn't even at the damn meeting! So, yeah, he plays rough - and I love how this ending not only acknowledges that, in tandem with his "perfect control" fever dream, but cements the two together as the very same thing. To Accord, Mr. Shardbound 2011, guy who calms himself down after seeing shitty architecture by fantasising about the most horrific ways to bring the building down, efficiency and order and control and brutality and destruction are one and the same.

Which is something I had never put together, until Tub Ring knocked it out of the goddamn park.

[albatris]

heads up 7 up / current wip tag

thanks @arctic-oceans for the tag!

Rules (Heads Up 7 Up): Share seven lines you've written recently and tag seven people

Rules (Current WIP): Post something you wrote for your current wip, from the last week. if you haven’t updated it in some time, here’s your chance!

here's a lil snip from today's rentalcar work! It Will Be More Than Seven Lines. tw for anxiety attack and sensory overload

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Nat took the clipboard and found himself a seat in the corner of the room. He pulled the front of his hoodie up over his mouth and nose with one hand, breathing through it. He filled in his details with a shaking hand.

At the bottom of the form, he was asked to give a brief description of what had brought him in today. He hesitated, then wrote.

Muscle pain. Stomach pain. Blurred vision. Sensory overload. Excessive hunger. Skin irritation. Blackouts.

He returned to the desk. He returned to his seat.

He waited.

He waited.

He waited.

He tapped his foot. He scratched his hands. He scratched his face. He ground his teeth. Pain. Hunger. Pain. Hunger. Someone brushed his arm as they sat down next to him. The touch crackled against his aching skin like an electric charge. Someone cleared their throat. Someone coughed. Nat wrapped his arms around his head and covered his ears. Pain. Hunger. Pain. Hunger.

Panic closed a tight fist around his throat. Tears burned at his eyes. Nat rocked back and forth in place, trying to calm himself. This room was too small, too stuffy. This room was trying to smother him. Were the walls getting closer together?

Get out, get out, get out, GET OUT.

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I'll tag uhhh @gailynovelry @chauceryfairytales @incandescent-creativity and whoever else would like to play! no pressure!

[tetsunabouquet]

The psychology bits in my creative writing textbook are as fascinating as they are annoying. Like I just got a whole ass explanation about sensory overloads and how the brain protects people from being overwhelmed by their sensory stimulation and how it helps people in dangerous situations by selecting and prioritizing the specific stimulations that warn people from impending dangers. My own autistic ass is like, 'First of all, pretty cool how my textbook ignores that autistic people literally defy this hence why most of us are not eligible for military as people like me would indeed run into the enemy's territory like an idiot because of sensory overstimulation. Second of all, explaining the dangers of sensory overstimulation to someone autistic kind of feel like they're neurosplaining me. Most of this entire chapter- which is writing from the point of view of sensory stimulation- feels pointless when you're autistic. I don't need to learn how to tune in and take my time getting in touch with my senses as I was born hyperaware 24/7. That's homework for neurotypicals. Not me. I can already go into detailed descriptions how I don't like sounds like the ticking noise my heater makes when I turn it on.'

[prsk-krow]

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INTRODUCTION...

Heyaheya!! Name's Krow (Crow if autocorrect's a bother), 17 yrs old, AMAB (any pronouns, though accustomed to he/him), INFP! Trying my best to not be socially awkward and insecure, so please bear with me >.<

Also english isn't my first language, so bear with me on that as well ;-;

BLOG INFO...

Just like many others, It's gonna be a Project Sekai headcanon writing blog! For now, only headcanons for N25 will be written, since I feel most comfortable doing those!

However, don't be afraid to send stuff that aren't requests! While I don't enjoy pure gibberish and shit posting, asking me questions, inbox checks, opinions are all a-ok, as long as they're related to the blog!

I'll close requests if I get too many at once, or if I run out of interest, so please check description to see whether it is or not!

BYF (Before you follow), I'll only post content about pjsk, and I won't spend much time here! Know that this isn't a very dedicated blog, only something for fun!

RULES...

About requests...

Only N25 member's headcanons! Includes their Virtual Singer variants, but these will take a bit longer!

Character x reader, character x character, and poly 2characters x reader only for relationship! Non relationship headcanons requests are also allowed!

Please make sure to define if you want platonic or romantic! If you don't, I'll default to platonic! A simple P or R will do, as I'll put it from now on!

Don't be vague, and don't reference other characters when describing reader's personality!

No smut, as they are minors.

Only mental illnesses I'll allow are those canon to them and yandere for characters, and depression, anxiety, and sensory overload stuff for reader.

I'll write romantic and fluff! The former may take a few extra braincell though... (Which means I'll default to fluff if not specified!)

Maximum of 4 characters per request for separate (Reader doesn't count), and 3 for poly asks (Reader counts)! Be aware, however, that with more characters, the detail will lower! Solid for 2, lesser for 3 and simpler for 4!

Please, try to keep the requests and asks short and sweet, with the descriptions of the reader and especially the scenarios! It makes it easier for me to write, giving me more creative liberty and it generally being more fun for me!

If I think a request starts to enter slightly into crack territory, I will slightly alter the descriptions of the scenarios! Sorry, not good at that type of stuff! (I'm mostly good with just fluff tbh...)

DNI (Do Not Interact) if...

Basic criterias, like homophobes, transphobes, racists, pedophiles, ableist, people who sexualize cultures, races, sexualities and the like.

Plagarizers.

You create/influence drama or political debates on social media. I do not wish to have either on my blog.

TAGS...

#/cawcaw, for my own posts, comments, updates, and stuff!

#/cawcanons, for my own headcanons, all of them!

#/cawswers, for my answers to questions!

#/cawtags, for when I reblog stuff that I've been tagged in!

#/cawreblogs, for when I reblog stuff that I like!

#/cawmoots, for when the posts have to do with any of my moots!

#/cawnews, for updates on the Mun and the blog!

#/cawspecial, for special and very, very important posts to me! If you see this tag in your feed, I would be really grateful if you went out of your way to read it, as a simple request...

#()Anon, for special anon asks!

Use these to divide my content equally! If you, as an anon, aren't sure if I answered your request, make sure to check these tags from time to time! Also, feel free to block any of these tags if you dislike the content that are related to them!

LINKS...

Super masterlist here!

PFP and header layout here!

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That's it for now! I'm happy to have you all here, and I hope you all enjoy yourselves!

Caw.