#<<<<<<<<<<<< totally not coping or anything

[captain-huggy-bear]

Squish Time

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, mental health

Summary: Sometimes there is only one way to regulate your nervous system and that is squish time.

Notes: In honour of my anxiety disorder and the fact that sometimes I just want a hockey player to squish me into a mattress to help my brain regulate itself. 👍

2 fics in one day? More likely than you think.

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

You've had anxiety for as long as you can remember, more of your life had been spent worrying about seemingly silly little things, adrenaline buzzing through your system, than not. It's something you've learnt to deal with and over the years, the work you've put in has made it less of an issue. You have your mechanisms to minimise it, to cope, to enjoy your life and keep panic attacks to a minimum but that doesn't mean that they don't ever happen. Sometimes they happen without any explanation, like your body has been storing up anxiety for a random moment.

It hits you slowly, a winding sort of buzzing through your veins like a thousand bees have decided to make their way into your body and start an orchestra or brass band. It's a familiar but unpleasant sensation that has you wandering around the apartment hands tapping any surface you find in an attempt to expell the sudden burst of adrenaline.

Your heart races, palpitations that feel so strong in your chest that you're certain your heart wants to leap out of your chest and run halfway across the world. Sounds feel dull, deadened like you're underwater, a muffled sense of everything being distant, not there, not with you, taking over. Then the sick feeling hits, like you might be sick at any moment, queasiness hitting you just to add to the other issues. Despite it all, you try to manage it on your own, even knowing Quinn is a room over, you don't want to bother him. Instead you pace and pace and pace even as you struggle to breathe.

It's your pacing, the sound of your feet urgently moving back and forth, around in circles that has Quinn popping his head out of the bedroom where he'd been sorting laundry.

Green eyes assess you, trailing from head to toe. You're biting your lip so hard he's certain you're going to break skin, while your entire body is shaking as you pace, like you've drunk 4 redbulls in quick success or just run a marathon. But it's the way you cycle through various stimms, fingers tapping together in rhythm to try and ground yourself, as your chest heaves in an attempt to get more air in your lungs that really tips him off.

"You okay, baby?"

Your reaction is instant, a sharp turn towards him, eyes wide, head shaking back and forth as tears well in your eyes like you might just cry the Niagra Falls. You look so fucking fragile and he hates it more than anything.

"Okay, okay, c'mere..." He's over to you in three long strides, pulling you tight against his chest, pressing your face into him. You're shaking so hard that it feels like you're a phone on vibrate, like you might blow away in the wind.

It's not everyday you get like this, a rare occurance more so lately, but Quinn's seen it enough to know his options, the sorts of things that do and don't help. Sometimes it just takes his arms around you, a tight grip, as his hands rub paths up and down your back. Sometimes merely the sense of being held for a few moments, the smell of his cologne and the beat of his heart under your ear is enough to ground you.

He can sense that today that's not enough. The way you shake doesn't let up, not even after two minutes of him holding you, there's this calm collectedness to him that hits. A sense that there's a problem, he needs to find a solution and he needs to do so without panicking. Call it his background as a big brother or maybe just being captain of the Canucks, but he sets his own worry aside, his own panic bricked up into a little room.

"You need squish time?" Quinn's voice would be loud to anyone else, heck its loud to his own ears, but muffled to you. He knows how the panic muffles everything for you, the way sounds are quieter, duller, you've told him time and time again that you feel deaf when you're in a panic, so he forces his voice louder to accommodate.

The instant you nod your head, he's moving you to the bedroom, shoving laundry on the floor, not worrying about the mess and helping you to lie on the bed on your back. He's careful to pop pillows under your head and neck for support. There's very little preamble, no real hesitation before he's crawling all 180 pounds of himself up and over you, flopping down ontop of you like a living weighted blanket.

The first time you'd asked for squish time he'd been terrified that he'd hurt you. That you're shallow breathing would be made worse by him compressing you into the mattress, but over time he'd learnt that it was needed sometimes. There was some sort of natural reset that happened to your body when he laid on top of you, a sort of nervous system do over that helped you to ground yourself when all else failed. Squish time was like the fail safe.

For you it was grounding, all encompassing, to feel the weight of Quinn ontop of you in that moment, the way the mattress rose to meet you, the sensation of the blankets under you, his clothes atop you. The weight of him pressing down until you felt surrounded by Quinn. It helped you to calm yourself, so you were thankful in that moment for the 180 pounds of hockey player squishing you, the way your arms wrapped around his waist, the sensation of his hoodie under your fingertips. You were thankful for the way the smell of his cologne and your laundry detergent surrounded you, how you could feel your breaths pushing up against his chest, the resistance calming, the way his face pressed into the crook of your neck like he could use his entire body to shield you from the outside world.

Each breath you took underneath him helped, each moment of being squashed was grounding. You found it easier to focus on the fact you were there, you were safe, you were okay. Each moment drained the adrenaline from your system like Quinn had opened the bee hive to let the swarm of bees escape your bloodstream. Like he'd physically removed the adrenaline himself.

Quinn doesn't even consider moving until he can feel your entire body go boneless, relaxed, till your breaths are even and slow. Even then he just lifts his head to look at you, arms bracketing either side of your head.

"Better?" You look exhausted, in the way you usually do after a panic attack, the influx of adrenaline having worn off and leaving you completely drained.

"Mmm, much better, thank you." You blink at him almost sleepily, but your smile is thankful, Quinn can't help but push forward and press a lazy kiss to your cheek, still keeping most of his weight on you.

"Don't need to thank me, baby, it's what i'm here for. 'm always going to look after you." He means it. He's pretty sure he has 2 goals in life: play good hockey and look after you. The latter he hopes he does for his entire life, it never feels like a chore to help you, he enjoys doing it. He likes that he can calm you down from a panic and that he knows how to make you smile after a long day. You make him feel needed, wanted.

"Can we just lie like this for a little longer?"

"Course. No rush, baby." Quinn settles himself back down on you, face pressed into your neck as your own does the same to him. The two of you lie like that for a while, until the weight of him stops being comforting and becomes a little too claustraphobic and constricting.

[wolvertooth]

ok so….how long we thinkin vic grieved for old man logan after he died?

like, the comics just kinda immediately skip to him totally seeming fine-

(Weapon X 2017, issue #22)

(off topic but ‘wolverine times ten’ is kinda cute to me lol)

whats the timeline here? couple days after death? weeks? months?

and, as we all know, he reallyyyy wasnt coping well the first time it happened….

(Death of Wolverine: The Logan Legacy, issue #3)

did it make him feel even more fucked up knowing he was basically responsible for it?

(Weapon X 2017, issues #17 + #19 + #21)

honestly i choose to believe he died like. pretty soon after this. despite what the old man logan comics claim(which says they just dumped him on a snowy mountain somewhere????? no the fuck did they did NOT???????? at least 3 of the people on that team wouldve never let that shit happen)

was there a funeral? did anyone else attend it? did vic make a speech? did he cry? did he have a breakdown? did anybody give him a good hug?

xmen forever 2009 had him just sit inside n listen to logans funeral while duel wielding if that means anything(the versions are pretty different from eachother tho)

(X-Men Forever 2009, issue #10)

anyway do yall think that influenced how easily vic let himself sacrifice his own life later..surely logan actually managed to tell him the stuff he was telling warpath here before he died. and that definitely influenced vic wanting to die a hero himself. to have the last thing people remember about him be something good and true to himself for once.

(final note -> fuuuuucckkkkk sabretooth war🖕)

edit: god dammit IT WAS IN THE FUCKING INTRO BIT THAT NO ONE READS

[paingoes]

I don't remember if this was answered before, feel free to ignore it it was.

What would have happened if Delta had never gotten that laptop?

And what if, in that setting, Galatea had found out about him? Had found him? Had gotten him?

this is a good question!

he basically never develops a conscience in this one, having no view outside of his own callous surroundings or any real perspective on the harm he’s doing. he’s still just like ughhhhh i hate this fucking jobbbbbbbb -_- *blows up a city* *blows up a city* *blo

he responds a lot more negatively to paris’s abuse when he can’t justify it as something he deserves. and delta doesnt have the support system or distraction that helps him to cope with it :(

unfortunately despite that i think their relationship is a bit more co-dependent because delta isnt pulling away and probably seeks paris’s approval and kindness more because he’s not getting validation or purpose anywhere else. hes more brainwashed for sure.

in the instance where galatea finds out Δ-107 is alive, the goal is to kill it. i know thats harsh. but it is SO dangerous to keep a superweapon who has shown nothing but total loyalty to empire and who is totally fearful and distrustful of rebels (as delta would be in this situation!). additionally they do not owe him anything the way they do in canon, so there’s no kindness to repay. the plan is to kill him quickly and painlessly. sorry delta !

but the possibility of galatea taking delta as unwilling captive is REALLY fun. this post is getting long and im tired but i could say more on this later. literally this meme lol

[sawnickrings]

2024 art recap

My favorite piece from each month! I can't say I've grown much over the past year, but perhaps a little. Open the post to see my reflection on each piece. 💙

Tw for first two months mentions of $H

January

This was the only thing I could find from January, since my old phone got busted and all the dates on my photos got messed up. But luckily I really like it anyway so I guess it's my favorite of the month by default! During this time I was still battling with s3lf harm and so this character was supposed to represent that. Yes it's edgy, no I wouldn't have picked this one if I had any other image from January. This one was also very experimental, I've used this brush a grand total of 1 time other than this one. I felt it fit the aesthetic.

February

Again, this period was sort of like the dark ages in the fact that most of my images got screwed with after switching phones, so I don't have many drawings that I know were from February. However, this one again is a favorite of mine in general so it's not so bad. This is the only other time I used that brush. I also created this character as a sort of way to cope with my s3lf harm urges, except she's far older than the last one. This image doesn't feature it, but they have lots of scars and often open/bandaged self-inflicted wounds due to how their power works, which is blood manipulation. Again, edgy as all get-out.

March

I'm not super happy with some aspects of this but I worked really hard on it. This is a character of mine that I didn't design but still cherish lots. Her name is Coralina or just Coral for short. You'll see her again soon.

April

Once again I could not find much for April, but luckily I remembered that I did a bunch of chalk stuff at a school event that month and this one is both relevant to my blog and one of my favorites. I did a good ring too but that's in a different image.

May

This was something I designed as a contest entry that I don't believe I won so as far as I know it's my character now. I think the spots on the tail clash with the gradient but oh well.

June

There were a lot of good options for this month since I got back into commissions and art trades, but there's something about this one that I especially like. It's not fancy or anything but it showcases my style well.

July

Artfight season! Surprisingly this wasn't an attack but rather a character I made specifically for Artfight. They're based off of Miracle Musical's album Hawaii: Part II. I'm really proud of the design but I haven't really done anything with him since besides a couple drawings.

August

Here she is again! I used this image a lot to show an example of my work when offering art trades. I think I made it with that in mind? It's hard to remember. But anyway, here she is again! Plus one of my sonas, Pop Rocks!! I love her to bits. I originally made her as an adoptable that I traded to someone else, but I regretted it later and luckily my friend got her back for me! I have so many drawings of that little goofball but this is my favorite.

September

There are absolutely parts of this that suck balls but there are parts that I really like too. And I remember enjoying drawing it. This was for an art trade.

October

During this time I made matching bust drawings of all the 10 main characters from my comic. (calling it a comic is a bit of a stretch, I only have 2 chapters drawn and it's been well over a year (maybe two?) since I've touched those pages) Although I've made next to no progress on actual pages, I draw the characters often and love them with all my heart. I especially like how this one turned out.

November

At the time of drawing this I hadn't practiced drawing ferals in ages, so I was very worried about the result, but it turned out better than I could have imagined! This was another art trade, and I love the character design so much!!

December

And now we're here! I've been doing more scenes recently with my fanart, but I just love how Sonic turned out in this one so I had to include it. It almost doesn't look like my art, though the hands give it away. At first I wasn't impressed with how Shadow was looking but it's grown on me. ❤️🖤

[makeitlookdecent]

you would not believe who just lost 20 times in a row,

[welcometothedaddyissuescult]

quite honestly if bruce doesn’t want to kill the joker, the best way for him to deal with him and ensure he never hurts anyone ever again is to build an underground one room bunker that’s soundproof and made of lead in the middle of the sahara or the amazon, drop his ass inside with like 100ish years worth of supplies, weld the door shut, and then walk away. he never tells anyone what he’s done and he never writes it down anywhere. that information lives only in his head because he knows no one will ever be able to torture that information out of him. i think the only person he might have to give a vague heads up to is superman. because if clark sees a underground bunker made of lead he’s definitely checking it out. so, i think bruce would just be like

bruce: hey, clark, just so you know there is an underground bunker in the middle of the amazon and it’s made of lead and it contains the most dangerous thing on the planet. it must never be opened.

and because it’s clark, he would be like: do you know what exactly is inside it?

bruce: yes.

clark: and to keep the world safe, i just have to do nothing and ignore it?

bruce: yes.

clark: okay.

eventually everyone would forget about the joker and on his deathbed, he’d tell dick about the bunker and dick would tell jason. together dick and jason would go and pry it open and just see a very old joker laying in his bed still laughing and without blinking jason would just shoot him in the head, they would reseal the bunker, leave, and never discuss it again.

but that will never happen because of bruce’s dogmatic and immovable morality. he will always catch the joker, he will always give him a trial, and he will always send him back to arkham. but if i got control of dc comics i would make him do this.

[yourbuerokrat2]

Q being forced to see Picard through horrible events and unable to do anything about it and only able to tell both himself (and later Picard) that this is just... temporary. That one day all of this will just be a distant, unpleasant memory for both of them because Picard no longer will be able to feel pain or age because they'll be together.

[loweryourriskofheartdisease]

[kyrawaff]

I love the idea of Projekt Red being a kitchen thief.

Imagine someone like Matterhorn just going about his business, cooking for the crew of RI. Then, he turns around to grab something only to see Red hanging from a vent with a steak in her mouth. They stare at each other for second before Red dissappear into the vent, never to be seen until the next time she does it.

Just Red using her hunting/assassin skills to act on her inner feral child instincts, getting up to mischief around the ship.

[outsidershottakes]

sometimes I wonder if people in this fandom ever read the source material because some of the takes I see on here are genuinely the opposite of how people are characterized. no, two-bit would not take over for darry if anything happened to him, no dally isn't secretly soft he's mean and has a cruel streak and genuinely only cares about his friends, no steve doesn't hate ponyboy he's just rough and closed off and pony is jealous of him, the only rivalry they have exists in ponyboy's head. yes, ponyboy is an unreliable narrator, he's fourteen. no ponyboy is not a spineless, tearful baby he's a teenager who canonically hates being coddled, what's not clicking?

.

[poetry-written-in-blood]

I swear to god if I see one fucking fanfic taking place at Liam’s funeral

[imaginaldisc]

Hey hi hello yeah so none of the other playlists I could find were dark sick twisted evil enough (or intensely curated enough, sorry but if your playlist is 10 hours long and like 75% filler that barely applies I simply do not care) so I took matters into my own hands and spent more hours than I want to think about making this. The title may sound like a bold claim but hear me out okay just listen to it first and then get back to me, also can you tell I had a little too much fun with Spotify’s cover art creator tool? 🥲

[worstloki]

sigyn that married loki like ages ago so when it comes out he's jotun she's like. 'well it's a bit late to do anything about that'

[whenthegoldrays]

me to me: do not think of the boy, do not talk about the boy, do NOT scheme to see the boy again

also me: we should get the group back together! just to hang out and eat 🥰

[roabii]

TALLULAH AND CHAYANNE (being lil detectives)

[packedice]

i cant stop crying for the past hour today is such a shitty day for romeo and esme you guys