#high-sensitivity tags

[pearlore]

@eydilily 's gempearl designs r so gorgeous i had to draw........ also a swap?? ft. some nzsl bc i was briefly possessed by the spirit of. hands.

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

You know what is just mind boggling? Neurotypical people exist. Like there are people who can just DO things and not have depression, anxiety (in every form ever), RSD, sensory overloads, and not get overwhelmed. Like there are people who can work for eight hours every day and still do things after. People who can make phone calls with no struggle. Who aren't constantly bombarded by a cacophony of thoughts both good and bad when they do things. Who have anxiety but it isn't crippling. who can spend hours, WEEKS with people and not get tired or fear that everyone there hates you. People who have no idea what Depression or intense trauma feel like. People who hear instructions and do it right first go. People who can follow a conversation without zoning out, or having to mask.

Like. Do neurotypical people actually exist?

Because I can't even imagine what it would be like to be neurotypical. Or mentally healthy. Both sound alien and foren. But like. Obviously they exist because neurodivergent people wouldn't struggle so much if not for how the world was structured for Neurotypical people but I don't know if I've ever met a neurotypical.

idk. food for thought I guess.

[alloras-stuff]

I got a really good mark on my English writing task, are you proud of me? :)

[right-there-ride-on]

thinking about how Gyro 'anti-death penalty' Zeppeli discovers his dark determination and willingness to murder only after the situation concerns Johnny's safety. they make me sick

[miodiodavinci]

i found one of my old middle school sketch books while cleaning up today and saw there was A Good Deal of ghost trick art in it, so i decided to spend some time paying tribute to the ghost detective that fundamentally changed my brain chemistry in 2011 w

old ghost trick art under the cut—minor spoilers in the dialogue whoops👇

[wanderingmind867]

How do people commit to things? I don't know how people do it, but I admire those who can fully focus on a show and binge it without ever feeling painful second thoughts about watching something else? I can't do it. Bob's Burgers is a show I can get really close to binging sometimes, but even then it's not something my mind is really fit to do. I could only binge something if my mind wasn't going to pay attention to it. But the minute I start focusing, I start second guessing and overthinking everything.

I have like 15 different shows to watch, 15 different plates to juggle. I've started watching Darkwing Duck with my dad, I also started watching the Golden Girls with him (mostly just because it's on Disney+ and I was curious about it), we've got DVDs of Batman: The Brave and The Bold, Batman 1966 and Superman the Animated Series. I've also been watching The Great North with my dad, via Disney+. I have so many things, and I can't freaking choose between any of them! Damn this all!

Seriously, I hate how indecisive I am. If only I could just flip a coin or spin a wheel to decide what to do. But no! No, my brain would much rather just make me feel miserable for existing. I hate it so, so much. It's just a lot. And it gets to me. And I don't know how other people do it. And that brings me back to the original point of this post. I have admiration for people who can do things like commit to one thing. I can't do it, but I wish I could. sigh...

[marsupials-of-mars]

Yall aren't ready for the fact I kinned Bill cipher even harder when I was high last night (This has happened before when high, and i otherwise have terrible roleplay skills and do not kin in any way).

A way in which I felt co-concious and like I was actually going insane. To the point he told my girlfriend "this bitch with the body's gonna come out of this thinking I'm fictional and they were just high, but I'm HERE. it's ME."

To the point of him explaining to my girlfriend that this is part of his punishment. That he can only posses high fandom-diseased people because they have an easier time "breaking the seal between what's fiction and what's real". And that means he will never be taken seriously. And that he's being put in the most cringe possible scenario as some sick psychological torture. And that he's so much more than the silly mascot he is in this reality but we can't SEE that CAN WE?!

These are all things he said. And guess what, it's cringe as hell and all fiction. So that prophecy was fulfilled, I suppose.

[fayewoodss]

here're all my minecraft guys, just for funsies

[mercless]

rell vc do you actually need to eat or do you just like to

Vile acid sizzles beneath the critter's carapace as it comes in contact with a blade more heat than steel. The odour is acetic enough to burn nostril hairs, and whatever isn't vaporised drips, held far out of range and bores into the dirt below. The vermin could be found just about everywhere nowadays. Showing up in hordes as the food chain hierarchy shortened year by year. These days it was easy enough to simply sit around and wait for one to come crawling a little too close… The trick was to avoid getting splashed with their explosive death rattle. And bypassing it completely left more to chew on.

Cooking from within with the blade stuck in it, Talon sat around their meal defensively, lips parting to fight back the salivating as they waited. When it was time, cruel claws dig into the weak spots between segments until the exoskeleton broke free, clean or shattered, they cared little. The head is removed from the thorax first, and with hands preoccupied, they dig fervently into the meat found within, teeth first. When the majority of the body's insides had been licked clean, the head was next. Chewing on the tongue and spitting out tomina, Talon ponders both the collection of eyes and the mantle of horns, wondering which they should go for next.

They notice the witch's approach, slowing their feasting and instinctively guarding their meal by curling inward. They usually tried to eat when she was asleep, or preoccupied with the gunslinger teaching her another trick. Or if nothing else, further away. Talon had never shared a meal, with another. Something primeval warning them of what the scarcity of food does to the desperate. This had been the closest to eating in the camp they had done, just out of the firelight. Suffice enough to be left alone but silently reassuring that they weren't going anywhere. Unless one of their companions needed their attention. And recently, it seemed a necessity every evening to bother them with a question or a task.

Alight in the darkness, Talon's sight is fixed on Rell and her question. If they focused, they could feel another gaze searing into them. Could have looked back at him with the slightest turn of their head. Clearing their mouth with an ample gulp, any juices not yet licked clean are wiped away onto feathers. There is an unfriendliness in their tone not used toward her before. "... Do you enjoy eating? Or do you ingest to see another day because it's what your functions require?" Blades slither through the sand around their seating, agitated by the disturbance. Their food was getting cold. Once certain she wouldn't physically disturb their meal, Talon's attention returns to the severed parts held in each hand, contemplating their next mouthful.

"Find out yourself if you can starve a demon." Crunching down on an appendage with multiple rows of teeth, their cursed shoulders turn away from her to make clear the conversation was over.

[frutavel]

Fun OC fact of the day:

These four are technically related.

The three night elves are siblings, but if you go far back enough in the family tree it turns out they all share a common ancestor with Tau - and oddly enough the nelves are actually closer to that ancestor than Tau is. Their parents are very, very old elves, and all in all only a few generations removed from the dark trolls that bore them.

Kaharau is a dark troll who, according to legend, wanted to cheat death by becoming a loa. He sought to achieve this by having his friends and family pay him tributes in life, something that most saw as foolish or a joking manner.

The young ones took that to heart though, and a few too many eager younglings was more than enough to fulfill the old man's wish. It's said that ol' Kaharau became a trickster spirit in The Other Side, and while few know of his story, he is kept alive in legend and song and the occasional offering made by those who find some joy in his tale.

Kaharau's descendants would eventually split in two lines. One line was changed by the Well of Eternity into something entirely new, becoming the night elves that Adagio, Andryza and Rex were born from. The other line continued as they always had, and Urutau is now one of the few living grandchildren of a trickster loa.

[feralboo-the-weirdo]

I do not feel real. The world is going on around me but I am a stranger.

An outsider.

I don't feel real. Not really. I know I am, but sometimes I wonder.

I cannot focus, if this isn't real, what is?

The world runs in circles around accomplishments I have yet to see.

I cannot focus, my body is here but my mind is away.

Thoughts are broken. Fragmented, like a million comma splices.

I feel so alone here. Everyone else seems to feel real, but I feel so odd, like a ghost haunting a body, wondering if someone will notice.

There is no one to tell. No one understands.

How do you explain that nothing feels real? That it all feels like some sort of dream you have to wake up from at some point but never do.

Does the rest of the world exist? Is it all a figment of my half insane mind? How would I know?

I wish I could stop this feeling. Finally feel life finally get everything done I need to.

But... I suppose that's why I'm here anyway. So much to do, enough time. So. Why. Can't. I. Focus?

I have to hide these feelings. No one can know how much of an outsider I truly am.

I told them. They dont care. Don't know what to do. Don't know what's wrong with me.

I wish I knew. But an explanation wouldn't fix me. Nothing truly does.

They're to busy to care anyway. Trying to fix themselves, put a band aid over a crack in a large dam.

How do you ask for help if no one can help you?

I do not feel real. Time is slipping away.

I've done nothing.

I wish I could. But my mind is so fractured, so frazzled nothing seems to process, to matter.

There is so much I must do.... So I suppose I do none of it.

Time goes so slow. But they day is half over.

I wish I felt real.

I wish my life mattered more to me.

[dyvimkisser]

i woke up today full of hate so i guess its time to grind for badges

[mootmuse]

the downside of subscribing to a substack telling me about US trans news: i now know about US trans news

[the-grimsqueaker]

I almost killed myself this morning, partially by accident but partially out of spite to the fucking truck sitting on my tailpipe flashing his lights and hooting like his poor time management was my problem...and no one cared. I messaged my best friend, no response. I got to work half an hour late, no acknowledgement from my colleagues.

I don't even think I cared. I'm even now thinking only of how much that could have fucked my car up and if I somehow did anyway.

What joyous thoughts to vault away until my next therapy session which I think/hope is in the next couple of weeks.

[neverendingford]

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[2cupids]

nerd!jo keeps the glasses on while eating pussy.

his tongue swipes in between your slick folds, collecting your arousal on the muscle as he fucks your hole. his nose bumping against your aching clit occasionally.

two of his slim fingers trace the outline of your pussy lips before slipping them inside your warmth with ease. he scissors his fingers open to stretch you out, curving his fingers up as he thrusts them in and out of your tight pussy.

an arm hooks around your thigh to spread your legs open wider and gojo rests the side of his cheek against the soft flesh of your inner thigh as his tongue darts out to start playing with your clit. ocean blue eyes peek up at you over the rim of his glasses sometimes to gauge your reaction and make sure you’re feeling good.

satoru hums against your pussy, the vibration sending tingles through your body as your fingers tug at his soft, platinum locks. “mmph– toru don’t stop, baby. ‘m gettin’ close.”

the pads of his finger continue to graze against your g-spot as he pumps his fingers into you at a quickened pace. your fingers twist in his hair, pulling at his scalp and the twinge of pain makes more precum leak into his already wet boxers.

you grind your swollen pussy against his face as your orgasm continues approaching. pretty sounds spill from your lips as you gyrate your hips against gojo, much to his enjoyment.

your body trembles in satisfaction underneath him as he makes you cum. satoru doesn’t ease up and keeps eating you as you’re riding your high out, now starting to squirm underneath him. it’s not until gojo’s pushing you into overstimulation and your shaky thighs are trapping his head against your kitty does he finally break away from your sensitive pussy.

he kisses it and pulls away from your spent body and fixes his foggy glasses. he pulls the cover over you and moves back over to his desk, wedging his head back in his book to finish studying for the test tomorrow.

and somehow he managed not to even let a smudge get on his precious glasses.

tags <3 @cheezemanz