#Because it's migraine day for me XD

[phoenixcatch7]

Lmao I'd love to see a fic where batman like. Doesn't talk at all. He just 'hn' and 'hrm's his way through the story like a Minecraft villager. All the bat kids understand him perfectly.

I actually know people irl who can do this, and I've done it myself during bad migraines, it's practically a second language, so I know it's totally possible to have full conversations between two speakers XD!

It'd be another degree of separation between Brucie Wayne, the ditzy, breathy playboy and batman, who used up all his vocal spoons for the day and now communicates solely through unintelligible grunts and sharp hand gestures when he doesn't need to talk to strangers.

Unfortunately, the best way to learn grunt speak is the same way most languages are learned, and there's no written word (outside of emoji, of course): immersion. And the justice league are no longer considered strangers.

This leads to:

Hal: which way do we go, spooky? Where's the tracker pointing?

B: *grunt*

Hal: what?

B: *insistent grunt*

Hal:..... Can we point?

B: *dour look* *slowly raises arm to point left down the street* *sharp, insistent grunt*

Hal, dryly: don't strain yourself.

-

Damian: greyson. I am calling because father has had an injury and is bed bound for tonight, however Alfred is downstairs and the rest are still on patrol. I am still in the early stages of learning father's intonations. Please translate.

Nightwing, eldest, regularly called for exactly this reason by just about everyone Bruce has ever spoken with since he was a kid, ranging from arkham guards to jl members: *heavy sigh* put him on.

Bruce: hrng...

Nightwing: He's telling you to close the curtains and keep the noise down, he's got a headache.

Damian, over the sound of footsteps and fabric rustling: it truly is just like another language.

N: nah, it's a lot of probability. I've known b for years, I can guess pretty well. There's a lot we can say. For example, that grunt actually carried a lot more meaning, I just trimmed it down.

Damian: truly?

N: yup! If I had to be pedantic, it actually meant 'I am in quite a lot of discomfort, the cause of which is my head, and I am struggling to manage it on my own. Please aid in my cause, my darling sons whom I love dearly -'

Damian: *muffled noise through the phone*

N: that'll be him telling us to shut up. But you can see why I asked you to close the curtains.

Damian: fascinating. I shall take this under advisement.

-

B, exhausted after a long day of board meetings as Brucie: *moody silence*

Gordon: Batman, how's it going?

B: *glower* *drawn out grunt*

Gordon: that bad, huh?

-

Supes, during a briefing: I believe it would be best if we attacked from the north, we've enough flying members to crest the mountains and ambush then that way - Batman?

B: *quiet grumble, with pointer fingers moving in semicircles*

Supes: ah, I see. You're right, we'd be too visible if the sun rose behind them*turns to see the other members standing behind him* what?

Flash, bowing at the waist, palms together over his head: teach me your ways, oh mighty bat-speaker.

[sharkboywrites]

HIII If you're accepting requests rn I'd love to ask for something done! Floyd leech x autistic (preferably trans, but it's okay if not as well!) male reader! basically I'd love for my fave character to comfort me lol,,, Like... bodily affirmations, squeezes, lots of sweet kisses... maybe some crying... Idk!! just go with whatever comes to mind! (sorry if too vauge, I feel sooo braindead rn XD)

yah ty if you get around to this!!! it'd make my days so much better, I've already read all the stuff in the floyd x male reader tags so I'm feeling so deprived of good n' comforting content aughhh....

Bad Days

Floyd x autistic trans male reader

A/N: So funny thing I wrote like half of this and then my app reset so I have to rewrite almost I’ll of it :,) but anyways this is also kinda a comfort fic for me because I’ve been dealing with a lot of sensory issues and transphobia lately , along with being borderline denied an autism assessment so this is a fic for both of us anon

Trans male reader, autistic reader, dysphoria, sensory issues, autism meltdown, non sexual nudity

Days like these are tough. From the moment you woke up you could tell that something was wrong. It starts with the clothes. The shirt and jacket just feel wrong.

But there’s nothing else to wear so… you wear it. Then it gets worse in class. The temperature is just too much, and it makes your clothes feel so much worse, like you want to just scratch at your skin until the feeling stopped.

The noises the people make around you are unbearable. The gum chewing, the lip smacking, all of it is just to much. It makes you want to tear your hair out and rip your ears off.

The lights are too bright and everyone is just so loud, it’s starting to feel like your getting a migraine, like you just can���t take it anymore and start screaming at any moment.

And of course somehow these feelings just make you more aware of your body. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your chest, your waist, your face, even your voice. It’s all too much.

Luckily, when you first came to Night Raven Colege, you thought ahead about this. It was important for your teachers to understand your situation, diagnosis or not.

Crewel was aware of your situation, and with one look you’re able to slip out of class. You rush back to your dorm as quickly as possible, suddenly grateful that classes were going on so nobody could see you. You can’t help the whines that slip from your throat as you desperately try to hold yourself back from completely breaking down into a mess of screams and cries.

You’re able to quickly make it back to your dorm, locking yourself in your room and throwing off your uniform. Sure, being completely naked almost in tears in your dorm room isn’t the most flattering thing, but you just had to get that stupid uniform off.

Rubbing down the worst feeling parts of your body, you’re able to calm down enough to dig out your favorite clothes and throw them back on, even if they not be in the best state. You just need them right now.

Being able to use any type of noise cancelling headphones or earbuds helps calm you down a little bit more. Just having them in, even if you’re not playing anything, it helps get all of the noises from the day out of your head.

A drink of water also helps. In very few gulps you’re able to swallow almost an entire bottle of water. You lay down in your bed, breathing heavily as you start to calms down in a safer environment.

As you lay in bed, you can feel your soft blanket in your feet, rubbing them back in forth to get a nicer sensation than what you were feeling for most of the day.

Taking a few more sips of water, completely finishing off the water bottle, you take your stim toy of choice. You have all of your favorite options thanks to everyone at NRC giving them to you. As you fidget and play one of your favorite videos, you start to think. You managed to slip out of class, and you didn’t even hurt yourself or make a complete mess of your room. At least that’s some progress.

You’re cut off by your thinking by a knock on the door. Not able to form words at the moments, you pull yourself out of bed and peek out of the door.

Standing there is your tall, rather intimating boyfriend.

“Eh? Shirmpy what happened? You just left class so suddenly…”

He has his usual playful drone to his voice, but you can tell the slight hint of concern, a difference you’re sure only you and his brother can notice.

You stay silent, just giving him a pained look and hoping he understand. He does.

“Not talkin’? Alright… you want me to stay?”

You’re able to give him a small nod, and he walks right in and practically jumps onto your bed, making grabby hands at you, his mood doing almost a 180, as he usually does.

You could always depend on Floyd to understand what you’re going through. He also has his fair share of his own mood swings and tantrums, he’s never judge you for your own.

You walk back to bed and slowly slink into his arms, leaning against his chest comfortably. Floyd was somehow never too hot or too cold to cuddle with. He was somehow always the perfect temperature no matter what you were feeling. It almost feels like he knows how to control his own body temperature on purpose.

He squeezes you tight, not as hard as he does when he’s mad at someone or intentionally trying to hurt them, but a real, genuine hug. And it’s perfect. Others would complain that his squeezes are way to tight, but to you it’s perfect. He’s almost like a weighted blanket. You’re glad you make him feel safe enough to hug you as hard as he wants with genuine love.

He snuggle close to you, leaving soft kisses on his he top of your head and cheek, but not anywhere that may be uncomfortable in your overstimulated time. He’s mindful of where exactly he’s touching you, he knows what parts don’t want to be touched in these moments, even the most obscure ones.

As the two of you snuggle and watch whatever you chose to put on, he mutters sweet things to you.

“I love yooou.” “My boyfriend….” “My boy.” “So handsome”

It seems like he’s in a lovey mood now. Even with his sudden switches, he always seems to know the right things that you need to hear. He also checks up on how you’re feeling.

“Are ya comfortable?” “Feelin’ any better?” “Are you too warm?” “Do ya want your stuffed animal?” “Want me to move my arms?”

When you aren’t talking, the both of you are in a comfortable silence. It starts to become hard to keep your eyes open after the day you’ve had combined with the cozy environment with your boyfriend holding you tight.

Eventually, you can’t fight the exhaustion anymore and feel yourself starting to drift. Before you fully fall asleep, you feel a soft kiss on the top of your head and the arms around you squeeze just a bit tighter.

“G’night Shirmpy, sweet dreams…”

Aaah I love writing comfort fics. Usually my head cannon style posts do better than my actual fics so I guess I’ll see how this goes. Also this is based on my own experience with autism, so if it doesn’t fit you I’m sorry, Ty for reading and have a nice day

[lionlena]

1. New job, new problems... (PedroPascalxreader) - one shot

Ok, so here's the first one shot of: one shots week. As I wrote, I was inspired by my problems, but don't take everything literally, because of course I changed some things, but generally yes, my new co-workers are mean bitches. But I've come to terms with it. At least instead of talking to them, I write ff xD

Summary: co-workers at your new job treat you badly. You try to hide it from your boyfriend, but even from a distance Pedro senses that something is wrong.

Warnings: little sad but later fluff and loving, caring Pedro

This can be considered as a continuation: ♡Just let it go…

You were happy when you got a new job where you made more money. No matter how many times Pedro told that you could have his money. You felt bad about it and wanted to prove to him that you weren't with him for the money.

However, you soon found out that your new job was a nightmare. And it wasn't the job itself, because it was easy and fun for you. Your co-workers were the problem. You ended up in a three-person team consisting of all women, and you felt their hostility from the very beginning. They had trouble giving you the simplest of information, like where the bathroom is. They responded with annoyance to your every question. But you thought they'd get used to you over time. You were polite and tried to have little chats with them, but it was not effective because they ignored you. With each passing day, you felt worse and worse, and as if your misfortune wasn't enough, Pedro flew to the set in Morocco.

You sighed heavily as you sat alone at a table during your lunch break. You've been scrolling through the photos fans have taken of your boyfriend. It always made you feel a little better and made you forget everything for a moment. Your boyfriend looked pleased, though you could see he was tired. You wanted so much to hug him and make sure he was taking care of himself.

Of course, Pedro wanted you to go with him. At least for a few days, but you couldn't take free time from your new job so quickly. Another minus.

And of course, every time you spoke to him, you said everything was fine. You didn't want to worry him. You knew he should be focused on a movie set.

You were just looking at a photo of Pedro wearing a white t-shirt that was visibly wet at the bottom. You smiled and started to wonder what your beloved had done. Knowing him, he probably spilled something on himself. Pedro was so clumsy sometimes. But you loved it about him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice your co-workers walking past you. Their sudden giggles made you jump and almost drop your phone.

"Seriously Y/N," Jane said. "You'd better focus on your job, not on dreaming about some actor who doesn't even know you exist."

You had to bite your tongue not to say that unlike her, you work instead of filing your nails half the day.

"I don't know what these girls see in him," Michele said.

You perfectly saw how a few days earlier she was drooling at the monitor when she was reading an article about your boyfriend.

Before you could answer anything, they walked away laughing like crazy.

When you talked to Pedro in the evening, you could hardly keep your composure. He asked you several times if you were okay.

"Honey, you really do sound kind of weird," he said sadly.

"I'm really fine... I've had a busy day today and I think I'm having a migraine."

"My poor baby," he cooed. "Maybe you should lie down."

"That's what I'll do."

"Do you want me to talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep?"

You wanted to cry. Your boyfriend was so sweet and caring.

"Yes," you whispered.

You only felt worse for the next few days. Even during lunch, you didn't look at pictures with Pedro because your co-workers always sat at the table next to you. You were sure those bitches did it on purpose. It was ridiculous and you felt like you were in high school.

You started wondering if you should just start going out to some restaurant for lunch. You would have less time then, but you would gain peace of mind. Suddenly you heard some commotion behind you.

"Is that him? It's impossible," Michele murmured.

You turned around and your heart leaped. You couldn't believe your eyes. A smiling Pedro was walking towards you with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You couldn't take it any longer and ran over to him. He welcomed you with open arms and hugged you tightly. You pulled away from him after a while, to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the silly faces of these three bitches.

"What are you doing here?" you choked out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't sense something was wrong?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I'm back only for two days, but I hope it's enough."

You nodded and murmured, "I still have a few hours left at work."

"I know, but I couldn't wait to see you. I'll pick you up in the car so you don't have to take the subway back and we'll spend a wonderful evening together."

You blushed involuntarily, and he chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Yeah, I'm thinking about that too."

You shook your head and groaned as you realized you had to get back to work. You kissed Pedro on goodbye.

Suddenly your co-workers wanted to talk to you, but this time you ignored them. It was really sweet revenge.

Pedro has come for you as promised. On the way, he picked up food from your favorite restaurant. At home, he lit the candles and asked, "Dinner first, or bath first?"

You looked at him lovingly. "Dinner."

After you ate, he prepared an aromatic, warm bath for you. The tub was big enough for both of you to fit comfortably. You sat between his legs and rested your head on his chest. His big hands traced patterns on your breasts and belly. You finally felt relaxed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. You felt Pedro kiss you on the head. "My love, can you tell me what's been making you so sad lately?"

You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. Though you tried to be calm, your voice trembled a few times as you told him about your job and how your co-workers treated you.

Pedro listened to you carefully, and at the end of your story, he hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry babe. These stupid women should be glad to be working with someone as great as you." He placed a kiss on your shoulder again. "I know we've talked about this before, but you don't have to work. You know that. Why do I need money if I can't make the people I love happy?"

You smiled and squeezed his arm. "I know baby. But I want to go back there and watch those bitches die of jealousy because I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world."

Pedro chuckled and hugged you tighter. "Can this most amazing and handsome boy take you to bed and enjoy your body?"

"Yes!" you squeaked.

A week later, your boss appreciated your work and decided to transfer you to a new, more experienced team. Your new co-workers turned out to be very friendly and communicative. Enjoyed your job again. Though it was nice knowing you had a great boyfriend thanks to whom you don't have to work. And you don't have to worry about money.

Taglist: @creedslove

[jamneuromain]

No Use Running

Andy Barber x You / Reader

Warning: NON-CON/DUB-CON, Dark Content, Smut, Angst and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor!Andy Barber, Student!Reader, Student!You, Clit Stimulation, Pet Names (Angel), Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Overstimulation, Angst, Angst With A Happy Ending, Dark!Andy Barber, sex toys, vibrator, bondage element

Word count: ~4k

Summary: What are you going to do when Andy is mad at you?

A/N: Big shout out to vera @rogerswifesblog and her amazing moodboard, both help me tremendously with the conversation in bold, also help me spiral a thought into a 4k smut. Fair warning, lots of angst, which surprises me, really, because I was mostly thinking of the smut when talking to vera (sorry not sorry XD).

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

A year into your relationship, Andy has only one rule for you.

One rule, and one rule only.

Don’t get drunk when you are partying with your friends. If you are partying, tell him beforehand in case he gets worried about you not coming home.

Just this one rule. Don’t get drunk, call him first.

Simple as that.

In your defense… face it, you have no defense. You screwed up. Big time.

You were so excited about the little getaway your friends planned (and told you about it the minute your last class of the semester ended “we’re partying tonight guuuuuuurl”) that you completely forgot about the rule of “calling Andy”, and happily got yourself more than tipsy.

“More than tipsy”. That’s an understatement. Your very last memory about the night was you doing shots with your friends. You find yourself in the shared home of you and Andy in the next morning, lying comfortably in bed with a minor migraine and fresh PJs, trying to remember what had happened.

Tipsy? You were wasted.

Knowing Andy? If he was home last night, he’d be so mad.

You search for your phone around your pillow, finally locating it on the other side of the bed, linked to the charger.

Your gut sinks to the bottom of your stomach. You’d charge your phone on your side. Your phone is now on Andy’s side.

Oh no.

Oh nonononono.

This is bad.

This is very bad.

This is Godzilla versus King Kong bad.

You can honestly hear every ounce of your luck shatters when you turn on your phone and a dozen missed calls from Andy pop up, dating back to last night and this early morning.

Holy fucking shit.

You are doomed.

Andy has already left because he has a full schedule today.

You frown as your phone gone cold. There was no message asking whether you have woken up. No sticky notes on your forehead as usual if you are sleeping late, telling you that he left a sandwich for you in the fridge. No nothing.

He’s really mad.

You frown more when you find excessive food in the fridge. Some leftover beef stew, chicken kabab, and a whole lemon cheesecake. That’s strange. Andy’s not the type to cook excessively.

And no sandwich.

You make yourself some food to eat and clean the house for a bit.

Your memory pieces some fragments together. You remember stumbling into Andy on the porch. You remember dancing in the club, raising your shot glass, and giggling with your friends.

Your memory is still incoherent and you don’t know what happened exactly.

You vacuum the living room, read for your upcoming assignment, and finally, you decide to cook dinner to show that you are sorry.

Leaping up when you hear his car pull up in the front, rushing to the door to welcome him home: “Hey Andy. How’s your day?”

Andy has a large box under his arm, which you pipe up to help him carry it and put it anywhere he wants.

“Just an average day.” He pecks you on your lips, insisting he carries this on his own. You are nervous as hell when he doesn’t smile, not even after kissing you.

You peek at the box, can’t help but ask as you see the black tape circling the cardboard box: “Amazon? What did you buy?”

“Nothing important.” He shrugs, heading up the stairs with the big box.

Maybe he’s not that mad?

You cross your fingers, hoping that everything works out with luck on your side.

Dinner is as uneventful. However, you can feel that he is distracted and uncharacteristically quiet. Andy used to say what he doesn’t want or what he doesn’t like. He’s vocal about your relationship, but this new Andy is so lukewarm that it is scary to you.

You choose to cuddle on the couch after dinner, playing a Netflix show as background noise on TV.

“I’m sorry about last night, Andy. I should’ve called you. I’m sorry.” You loop his arm around your shoulders, looking up at him apologetically, “and I shouldn’t get caught up partying either. I wouldn’t do that ever after.”

Something flickers in his eyes that you cannot catch. In the end, he says nothing, only tightening his grip on your arm, leaning for a kiss.

You rather wish he spanked you or edge you, just like what he did with your previous few wrong-doings. It wasn’t fun but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. You’d rather have him cuddling you after rough sex than to have him ... distant?

You deserve it, to be honest, you know he’d be angry with you.

You only are aware of how angry he is the second you step into the bedroom.

He is fixing the four cuffs tied to the bed, black leather with shiny metal chains. The now-empty Amazon delivery box lies wide open on the floor, giving you the slightest clue of what could have been inside.

Spoiler alert, you didn’t have cuffs in this house. He used to tie you up with his ties.

“Oh good, you’re here.” Andy smiles, for the first time today. He unbuttoned his cuff link and his collar to adjust the length of the metal chains. This normally looks extra hot to you, but knowing what could be waiting for you, you just want to run.

You carefully take a sneaky step back, “umm, Andy, I know you are mad. And I’m so very sorry.” Another step back. “But we can talk this out.” Another step. “Pl-Please don’t be mad?”

Andy rests his hands on his hips, his blue eyes icy cold.

“Sit on the bed, Angel.”

“Andy-” You visibly gulp, tensing all the muscles in your body so that you can dash to the stairs the second he drops down his guard.

“Don’t make me fuckin’ repeat that.” He shoots back at you.

You are going to die on the bed for all you know. You are going to be edged to the brink of your life. A chill runs down your spine, every sense in your body warning you of the menacing danger you are faced with.

“Please, Andy, we can talk this out, I’m begging you.” You plead to him, slowly dragging your feet to the door instead of the bed, “please, Andy.”

Your fight or flight response kicks in the second he prances on you. Of course, you choose to run from him.

You barely make it to the stairs when he grabs your wrist and halts you by your waist, clutching your body so tight like you are a prey struggling for its life. Your heart nearly leaps out of your throat. Your body, although unwillingly, clings to him for dear life, fearing that he slips and drops you on the floor.

“Andy, please! I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again!” You yelp when he throws you onto the bed. You try to sit up when he clasps your ankle with one cuff, you are forced to lie down when he clasps your wrist with another cuff.

“Can’t believe you even tried to run - save it, Angel. You’re in for a long night.” He huffs disapprovingly.

Clasp. Clasp. All your limbs are secured and tied up. He didn’t even bother to take off your nightdress, only pulls your panties to your ankles.

You think it couldn’t be worse.

Oh but it did.

He takes the vibrating wand from the bedside drawer and loosens his belt.

You watch in horror as he fastens his black leather belt around your thighs, squeezing the wand between your legs, where it nestles on your clit.

“Andy-”

“See, Angel, I was planning to hold that wand myself,” he kisses your forehead. The darkness seeps back into his eyes. With a flick of the remote on his phone, the wand buzzes to life. A warm grin on his face, he retreats to the corner of the room, where he sits on a chair and opens his laptop, “too bad I need to work first.”

The vibration is low yet brutal. It triggers your body into moving your hips to avoid it, not that there is much space to move. Without his kisses and skilled fingers working your body, your pleasure builds up high and dry, your skin heats up reluctantly, seeking the attention it deserves.

“Andy-” You choke when your squirming accidentally has the wand brush your clit again, “please, I’m sorry.”

He glances at your frame briefly; his eyes soon return to his laptop. Crispy strokes from the keypad seem to be mocking your fruitless begging.

Your core twists in agony. It doesn’t take much to force an orgasm out of you.

“Pleaaase, Andy, please don’t edge me.” You whisper, moaning when the stimulation to your clit brings a fresh wave of arousal pooling down your pussy. Your channel expects his shaft, but you get nothing. Tide riding higher in your veins, rushing to your core, you are on the verge of cumming any second.

He raises his head from the laptop, a smirk curls his lips when he dials the vibration up a notch.

“Andy-!”

The buzzing grows louder, no longer a soft vibration, but a stronger torture to your clit.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t cum.” He buries himself back into his “work”, his calm voice ghosts your ear, “you can cum as many times as you want. You’ve got all night, Angel.”

Your hips buck into the air, pressing your clit tightly on the wand, drawing the first orgasm out of you. Your body bounces on the bed as the orgasm hits you, doing all it can to run from the incessant stimulation on your clit. You wish you could run, but you are chained to the bed,

“Andy, please.” You cry out, tears rolling down from the corner of your eyes, “I-fuck-I said I’m sorry!”

The loud snap when he shuts his laptop makes you shiver.

“The thing is,” Andy sits perfectly still, he watches you writhing on the bed as the second orgasm builds up, "I don’t think you are." His tone barely contains his anger, “bet you totally forget about what yesterday was, huh?”

“Wha-”

“It was supposed to be our one-year relationship anniversary.”

Your brain stops working altogether.

Oh no. It was.

You started dating around this time last year.

You didn’t think you were doing an anniversary this early. If you are counting from the day you became boyfriend and girlfriend, you are two months away from your anniverisary.

“I cooked for candle-lit dinner and bought roses and shit, and what did you repay me with?” He crosses his arm and scoffs, “no texts. No calls. Get fuckin’ drunk with boys.”

Your mind clears its fog, letting you remember you stumbling into Andy while waving goodbye to Mike (or Michael?), who volunteered to uber you home when you were all getting “tipsy”.

“It’s nothing-He just-oh fuck, he just came along to make sure I got home. I’m sorry.” You whimper, your sentence cut off as you feel arousal leak from your pussy, “I’m really sorry about-ah-what you planned. Please, please stop the wand and we can talk.”

His words drip with sarcasm, “and I’m just a poor old fool who thought I could capture a young girl’s heart.” Andy snorts, “that work out well.”

Even as pleasure gradually clouds your brain, you understood what he said and a pang of pain rips your heart to shreds. If you knew about his plan, no, if you remembered, or thought about your anniversary, it wouldn’t end up with both of you in agony.

This is all your fault.

“No, Andy,” you croak, trying to ignore the buzz between your legs, “don’t say that.” It’s not true. I love you.

Andy doesn’t reply to your pleading, his cold expression molded on his face again, “you asked me to be ‘thoroughly fucked’.”

You did, trying to peel him out of his black T-shirt, trying to have him kiss you, saying tons of things that you utterly regret now.

“You wanted it last night, no? Wish granted.” Andy growls, “now take it.”

He turns up the vibration again.

If the previous vibration was barely endurable, this time it is way beyond what you can handle.

You cum with a scream, tugging the chains with your tied-up legs. The rattling of the chains doesn’t stop when you finish cumming. You jolt and kick, as the buzz is incessant on your clit, and you are on your way to your third orgasm.

“Andy, I’m sorry.” You whimper, “it hurts.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Andy picks up a book on the table, glancing at you one last time before he shuts his mouth and starts reading.

Another orgasm hits. And another. You can’t tell what hurts more, your swollen clit or his indifference. You scream and plead, stammering between moans and words, some of them mumble into one. Your skin is coated by a sheen of sweat. Your body reacts to the wand with overruling pleasure above your mind, having you think of nothing but the sensation from your bundle of nerves. And then it starts to hurt. With every second of the wand between your thighs, your mind cannot decide if it wants more or to get away from the stimulation. Another orgasm punches all the air from your lungs. Your cry is silent, mouth agape, tears roll into streams, your body refuses for you to breathe in, running low in oxygen that your vision has spots.

The stimulation between your legs dials down to a full stop.

You draw in a lung full of air. Coughing as you feel your chest is about to explode.

Your body buzzes. Or your clit still feels the buzz ghosting your legs. Your pussy twitches, quivering as it feels cold, soaked with your arousal. Your chest rises and falls, your heart pounding by your ear, your vision blurry with tears.

You want to curl up to your side. Your body is stressing as if it has just run a marathon.

The tugging from your wrists and ankles reminds you, you can’t.

A pillow is stuffed under your head, helping you to breathe a little.

You blink a few times before you make out it’s Andy sitting by the edge of the bed.

He held your head, bringing a cup to your lips.

You swallow on instinct, nearly choking yourself when you are taking big gulps of water.     

“…?”

His lips open and close, saying something that doesn’t make sense to you.

Or your ears are ringing so that you can’t hear.

“Wha-?”

“Still talking, I see.” He nods nonchalantly, “do you need more water?”

You shake your head.

He takes the cup, standing up to leave.

“Wa-ait!” You tug the chains desperately, trying to get a hold of him, “Sorr-sorry.” You sniff, “can’t. Can’t cum.” You realize how hoarse your voice is when you open your mouth to speak, like someone rubbed it on sandpaper. You feel sorry. You are sorry. You do. You just can’t do this anymore. Even if you are not screaming, your body is screaming bloody murder.

“Shhh, just a little bit more.” Andy coos, turning up the vibration again.

“No. No-!”

Andy watches as you make a mess on your shared bed over and over again. Your mumbling pleas and begs melt into crying and screaming. Arching your hips as your body reflexes, even though it adds to your misery. Your orgasm hits stronger and slower every time, lasting longer, depriving you of your breathing. You lean your head to the side, panting, struggling. Not out of your will, but when your body instructs you to.

Your thighs flex instinctively when he sits down and caress your buzzing thighs, which are still bound together.

“Don’t think about anything.” He bends down to kiss your belly, coated in sweat. His beard scratching your sensitive skin, having your core tensing once again. “Talk to me, Angel.”

Your brain is clouded. Hearing his voice, you mumble something that you don’t recognize yourself.

“Do you want this to stop?” His voice sounds muffled. Blocked. Like speaking, but with cotton in your ears.

But you understand.

“No-No-hmph.”

Your brain mushed. It hurts. You want more. Keep it going. Till the end of time.

Andy chuckles.

He dials the vibration down to a full stop. You, however, cry out again, one word slurring into another, “More. Want-more.”

He turns a deaf ear to your begging, unclasping his belt to reveal your thighs, having the belt digging into them so hard that leaves a red mark on both of them.

You burst into tears when he pulls the wand out between your legs. Your hips bucking for more pain and pleasure.

The wand is wet. From your arousal and your sweat.

Andy drops the wand to the side, unclasping the restraints on your ankles.

“More…” you whimper like a wounded animal, “more, Andy.”

Andy pries your legs open. Red marks from the wand between your thighs. A puddle of creamy arousal underneath you. Your legs shaking, trembling. Your pussy is red, swollen, covered in slick. Your clit puffy, peeking out from your pussy lips.

“More.” You mewl, as if that’s your whole vocabulary, “more.”

Andy kisses the red marks on your thighs gently, “you like that, huh?”

“Yes. More, Andy.”

Tears stain your cheek but you are about to cry again. Anything to have the wand back. To have something stimulate you to orgasm. Anything to stimulate you, burn your body with pleasure.

This is what he’s been waiting for. To overstimulate you until you are truly overwhelmed with pleasure. You will want more pleasure you can take until you pass out. You will agree to anything for it. Most importantly, you will want him again.

He unclasps your wrists too, prying your legs open more to touch your clit.

“Yesyesyes.” You grind your abused pussy to his hand eagerly, whimpering when he draws his hand back.

“My Angel…” He sighs, stripping himself out of his suit and trousers. His thick shaft straining in his boxers when you moaned and cried. He kneels on the bed, positioning himself between your thighs, hovering above you to kiss you, “my beautiful Angel. You’re mine.”

He sheathes himself in entirely at the last word, having you cry out. Having you moan his name. Having you digging your nails into his arm.

Your walls grip him. Sucking him in. Welcoming him with warm wet heat. Your walls crave his cock, craving to be filled to the brim again, craving the stretch and burn as you try to accommodate him.

The pain blends into your pleasure. You can’t tell them apart. His cock brushing your clit on his way out. Your walls convulse. Him slamming back in to rearrange your guts. Your walls clench down. He takes your long-ignored nipples into his mouth, sucking and tugging with his lips. You could only sob because of how good it feels.

You want more. You want him. You want his tip kissing your cervix.

“Say it.” He grits his teeth and spits out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.” You chant as he knocks the breath out of your lungs, his shaft thrusting deeper, harder.

“That’s right, Angel.” He snaps his hips into you, “you’re fuckin’ mine. I’m the only person who can make you feel this good.”

He interlaced his fingers with yours, pinning your arm next to your head.

You stutter his name when you cum, your vision blacks out, everything is slowed down to a halt. You feel a few more thrusts, and his hot spent flood your pussy.

Then you drift to a dreamless sleep.

Your arms hurt. Your legs hurt. Your stomach hurts.

There’s not a fine muscle left on your body.

You curl yourself into a ball, facing the opposite direction of Andy, wincing as you hug your knee.

Your pussy hurts too. Sore and tired from the orgasms ripped out of your body.

Your eyes are dry as if the Sandman blinded you, but you still shed a couple tears onto the pillow. Some of them traveled across your nose bridge and blended into the tears from your other eye.

You can’t believe he overstimulated you. You can’t believe he punished you so hard for disobeying one rule. Most importantly, you can’t believe he had no faith in your relationship. After the class, after the drama with Laurie, after his participation and encouragement in your writing, he means everything to you.

The heartbreak from last night catches up to you, piercing your chest, so painful that you couldn’t breathe.

You open your mouth to ease the pressure of your puffy nose, but the pain just follows your breath like a knife, slashing everywhere it could reach.

You try to cry as subtly and quietly as you can, but your shaking body betrays you, having Andy push himself on his elbow to rub your arm.

“Hey. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” He whispers softly.

He notices you are not responding, leaning closer to check on you: “Shit.”

He grabs the Kleenex box, places it in front of you, and moves to spoon your naked body, kissing your bare shoulder: “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m such an asshole.” Kiss. “I’m sorry. I pushed too far.” Kiss. “Please don’t cry, Angel.”

“I got too angry over the night before and…” he sighs, “I’m sorry I lashed out at you.”

“How can you say that?” You turn abruptly, staring at him with watery eyes, tears falling from your cheeks. You can almost hear your spine crack for turning so fast, “how can you say that like you mean nothing to me? Like I’m some gold-digging bitch exploiting you?”

“Angel, I-”

“You mean the world to me, Andy.” I love you. “You are everything I write, you are every reason I come home to, you are every piece of my heart.” I love you. “And I…”

Maybe it’s your insecurities. Maybe it’s the unsuccessful marriage of Andy and Laurie. Maybe it’s your stories that you are certain every hero and heroine would be the perfect match for each other, but you can’t be certain in real life.

You would return Andy’s excessive interpretation in class right back to his face. You would challenge him academically in his office. But you suddenly feel your tongue way too heavy to say the simple word, “love”.

Andy hears your silence.

Andy cups your chin, having you look him in the eye.

Andy, as a writer, knows there are a million ways of interpreting this silence, but choose not to.

He chooses to look at your bed hair, your puffy nose, your teary eyes, carving every detail into his memory.

He wipes the tears from your cheek.

“I love you, Andy.”

[moonspirit]

Okay so I have chronic conditions, and the migraine ask made me think….what if one of Annie had a chronic condition?

How would the others (and armin) help her cope with day to day life, flares, doctor appointments, brain fog and so much more

Hello anon~

Hmmm, they'd be very concerned for her well-being imo? The only thing I can think of atm is that Annie's the type to not actively seek out help and keep such problems to herself, even if it means suffering alone because something that's very core to her character growing up was the idea of being self-reliant since there were little avenues of help she could call out for or depend upon. So Annie having chronic pains and other conditions would mean she doesn't speak about it and prefers to handle it alone.

That said, I honestly think that in spite of Annie's default icy-exterior barrier being up, sooner or later and one by one, the others will learn to either by-pass it or just make her put it down for good hhaha xD

So that's basically Annie scowling extra hard with a migraine and insisting she's "fine" and "doesn't need any help" while the others are like "yes yes good to know, now please stop hissing and lie down so we can take care of you"

It'd be very cute actually T^T

[androcola]

So when it comes to Michael, does he have an autoimmune disease like Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, or Fibromyalgia? I could see his muscles and joints tensing up like they are in mid lift and it lasting hours. The pain can be excruciating and your whole body gets sore to the touch and you sweat excessively from the strain. He could be in the middle of walking and talking and then his body just tightens up and Micky has to carefully lift him because at that point his feet become lobster claws and are impossible to walk on. Sometimes it even can give you Bell’s Palsy symptoms and it forces your neck muscles to painfully twist to one side, tendons popping, mouth droops, liquid fire shoots up your neck, and you can’t talk. Your hands turn into claws too and you can’t pick anything up. Sometimes it can last for hours to even days and it can cause tendons to snap with the pressure. People sometimes will rock back and forth to relieve the tension or rub their feet together causing painful sores. Sometimes Lidocaine patches with the high dosage of 5% can help with the pain, muscle relaxers, or even simple ice, or heat. There’s never one clear solution and each experience can call for something else. You’re never too sure what’s going to work. But don’t let him near (NSAIDs) because they are great for pain and inflammation but they cause intestinal bleeding. I’d like to see Michael try one of those freezing chambers to help his pain that athletes use! I think he would freak out but usually the people stand right next to you and talk to you to distract ya from the below zero temperatures. Then he can go home and pass out blissfully for 2 days straight because it makes you feel that good.

Agh!! I could also see him suffering from debilitating cluster migraines.

Due to his meds that lower your immune system to stop it from attacking your body, Michael would be susceptible to getting sick a lot with flu, colds, pneumonia, stomach bugs, infections, etc etc… someone in the pad is sick…welp so is Michael. Sighs.

A lot of his symptoms reminds me of them. Or even Crohns or Ulcerative Colitis cause similar issues from stomach and intestinal to joint and muscle pain. Crohns could also cause issues within the mouth and throat like deep linear ulcers and lesions. I recently learned acid reflux, if not taken care of, can cause cancer of the throat. A lot of diseases obviously cause anxiety, depression, rapid weight loss, weakness, tenderness to the stomach and chest areas, pain in back and tail bone, chest pain, fast heart rate, palpitations, arms going numb, the risk of your intestines twisting, GERD, the risk of blockage in bowel and the intestinal lining thickening due scar tissue, breathing issues, painful stomach bloating, vomiting, diarrhea, and constipation. I could see Michael having to go on a very high dosage of Prednisone (steroids) for any of the diseases mentioned. He could get extremely angry, irritable, losing his temper, can’t keep still so cleans the house constantly despite it being spotless, non-stop talking, cooking and baking everything under the sun, can’t control his eating, absolutely ravenous, and gaining some weight in the process. That weight can be tricky to get rid of it’s mostly due to water weight, but overtime it’ll go away once you’re feeling better and can move around. But make sure he doesn’t get off his steroids too quickly. It causes painful drug withdrawals. Ooof. There’s just so much. XD sorry. I live with family who are doctors, surgeons, morticians, pharmacists, and those with these diseases including me so I like to kinda discuss these things and also torture poor Michael. Heh.

ouh waow. OKAY

So mikes arthritis is just osteo arthritis. he's had many MANY repeated and severe injuries throughout his life, coupled with bad habits and not really caring for his body the way he should, which likely contributed to the development of his arthritis. he's a very stressed out and sick guy and never entirely learns proper self care, so he has constant and very painful flare ups, mainly in his knees, wrists, elbows, ankles and fingers, which often causes very painful swelling and can make it extremely hard to do things some days, including just walking, feeding himself, personal hygiene, etc etc. He probably has about half a million different pain killers and spends some days totally knocked out on them 😓 usually during bad flare ups he'll soak in a hot bath to relieve the swelling and pain.

as for his immune system, he does have a very poor immune system and is kinda sick with Something on almost a Weekly basis. constant flus, colds, fevers, stomach bugs, and he does get pneumonia very often. constant infections like sinus infections, ear infections, etc etc. he can get sick Very easily. even if someone around him has the most Minor cold, if he gets it, it'll put him out for about a week. Cold and wet weather is dangerous treading ground for him cuz he really is very susceptible to pneumonia and often ends up in the hospital because of it. he has to bundle up HEAVILY. especially when he's younger and extremely underweight.

during the height of his ED, his sicknesses would be a million times worse because his body was just far too weak to fight any of it. there are several times where he's nearly died as a result. by the time he's older, mainly around the 80s, he's able to manage a bit better now that his body is nourished, but it still has less energy than that of an average man.

he also has terrible allergies that, without medication, can cause break outs of hives, terrible sinus headaches and pressure in his head, swelling eyes, trouble breathing, just general misery. he takes some very heavy allergy medications and they usually do the trick most of the time.

he does have chronic stomach issues due to his ED, considering the fact that it lasted So long. literally about 10 years. the fact he made it so long is a miracle with how bad it was. He has a hard time with digestion and gets bad stomach aches often, and has some...bathroom trouble quite often.

sometimes if he over eats, sometimes he ends up throwing up what he ate unintentionally. he can't have very big meals for a long time. I think his stomach has permanent damage from all the abuse.

he also has weaker bones due to his ED and is much more prone to breaks and fractures . what wouldn't break a bone in someone else might break a bone in him, and it takes a little longer for him to heal.

he does get cluster headaches! those are very very terrible and unfortunately are also chronic. his suffered a lot of head trauma throughout his life, mostly due to his father. his migraines are very scary because one moment it'll feel very mild, as if in the blink of an eye, it'll be like someones taken an icepick behind his eye. often times he ends up in such debilitating pain that he just loses all control, screaming and crying, or moaning and sobbing, writhing in excruciating pain.

the guys feel very helpless in this all because there really isn't anything they can do at all. they can't always be prevented, and they can't be cared for when they're in full swing. the only thing they can do is sit by his bedside and hold his hand and try their best to soothe him while he screams and cries.

eventually in his older age, around his 50s, he ends up with heart issues. likely due to his ED, and chronic stress and also lowkey a caffeine addiction. and eventually he ends up on medication for his heart. and of course, as you inspired for me, POTS! he's been on like half a million medications throughout his life, and has a large sack full of different meds. he has like a fuckin pharmacies worth 😭 he spends his whole life so sick and in and out of hospitals constantly

also, after his car wreck in 1974, he ends up with a permanent limp. it was much more severe and noticable throughout the 70s and into the early 80s, but eventually it lessens a little, but is definitely still noticable. he went thru EXTENSIVE rehab and physical therapy due to the severity of the accident, but still has some recurring aches and pains related to it.

TL;DR: mike is their medical baby ❤️

[cocogum]

I'm sad the great wave volume is over and eager for the next. But I think I enjoyed following through your commentary more than actually getting the story xD

So, thanks for that.

I’ve been giggling at ur comment for two minutes now 🥰🥰

DON’T TELL ME NICE THINGS, MY JAW’S ABOUT TO POP OFF FROM SMILING TOO MUCH-

But in all seriousness, your lovely comment means more than you’ll ever know.

Every Thursday when a new chapter was uploaded, I found myself re-reading it repeatedly. I had to carefully organize my thoughts to articulate them clearly and in a logical order for others to easily follow. I also had to screenshot every panel I needed to reference in order to illustrate my points.

I often have to combine two or three panels into one using Picsart on my phone because Tumblr only allows 10 images and 30 images on the website. This way, I can avoid discarding or wasting any of the images I want to share. Additionally, I sometimes use ibisPaint X to cover up certain parts in images where I cropped them and it affected the appearance of the eyes.

But don’t get me wrong, despite going through this hell every Thursday night, the chapters were a joy to read, and I enjoyed reflecting on them while considering how to approach discussing them.

In short, it was hell but I enjoyed the full process 💖

But it’s obviously not over for the great wave series lol

Since the physical copy of the first volume featured 5 chapters (the 10 webtoon episodes got fused into 5 chapters), this means that we’re only at the very beginning of the Great Wave manga’s story. (I can’t believe we’re still at the beginning even though it feels like we’re already in deep shit 💀)

Tot pretty much confirmed on Twitter that there will be around 100 chapters to prepare for.

That means I’m aware we’ll see much more mature themes (*cough* chapter 1 *cough*) and much more graphic content (*cough* possible horrid assassination of the royal osamodas family *cough* no I am not delusional).

That means I’m aware I’ll have to keep this whole commentary thing going about a hundred times 😄🤭😁

But to know that you enjoyed my commentary more than the story is just-

Wow??? I am speechless???

Like-

What do I even say to that??

I get that the story gave us a huge weekly migraine cuz of the chicken and gorilla but omg???

I am genuinely happy that I made your migraine bearable throughout those weeks, thank you so so much for telling me 😭💖

Just the thought of knowing that you liked them makes me wanna bash some blue animals again 👹👹

I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening/night imatekuani 💖💖💖

(I see you got a King pfp 👀 ur even more amazing for having good taste ✨💕💕 I’m also pissed disney had to end the owl house earlier than expected)

[dennydraws]

27. Is there a particular "trope" for relationships that you especially enjoy - e.g. enemies to lovers etc - and is this something that you set out intending to explore?

I got KO from migraine before I could answer this aaa...!!

Favorite Tropes! ---------------------

It really, really depends how they are written of course. Bad writing can turn my fave tropes into a mess and good writing can turn tropes I don't normally enjoy into something super inspiring to me! When I write it is almost always character driven plots so their dynamics are very important. I try to set them in a way like little cog wheels that will pull the cart (the plot) in the direction I want to go and for that reason I do pick tropes that will work to move the story. I'm also unsure of proper names for those but...

Grumpy Grouch x Cinnamon Roll I love when the grumpy/tsundere type gradually falls in love and has difficulty processing or expressing their feelings. It's always so much fun to write/read! Not so much when people write the Grump as a Bully, there is a line that makes me very uncomfortable when crossed.

Enemies to Lovers Of course this one is here! Although I've never written this type - I often delude it to Rivals to Lovers. But I do very much love this trope when written well cause of how turbulent and intense it can be. I think because I'm such a softy, I fail to create the proper intensity for such ship dynamic xD;; Maybe one day!

Brave Adventurer x Shy Bean Ok, I have no idea how this one is called and I know it's used like a lot and everywhere in like every dang disney movie or such. One side is brave and courageous and the other needs their help to come out of their shell. It is very plain and very boring at first glance but it is a comfort dynamic that I enjoy playing with and twisting it around like a silly putty. xD; Does the adventurer get burned and suffers great loss during their antics? Does the shy one grows and the dynamic shifts? Does the adventure one becomes a villain in the process or vice versa? I feel like this one is like the base that I can always work into something interesting for me.

Fix me!/Save Me! Can't have a list without this one. One side had already descended into a path that will lead to tragedy and the other side pulls them out. Is it cliche and overdone? Yeah, it is. Am I going to stop writing it because it is? Hell, no! I think fundamentally we do want to see people rise above their vices, above their mistakes and errors - we want to see hope and kindness triumph. In fiction we are in control, we can weave such narrative and it can be cathartic. I think people labeling characters weak for needing help is giving the bad message of - hold your pain and never seek/accept help. It is kind of silly to me. Does it have to strictly be romantic? Nah. I absolutely love this one as platonic just as much and looking back at some characters I've written over the past? I've used this one as platonic a lot more xD;

[violaceum-vitellina-viridis]

okay so i am currently cram scrambling for finals week and i have pulled two all nighters in the last ...twelve days, with tonight marking the third

i really try not to do all nighters anymore, at least not on purpose; i used to do them a lot, but i have gotten it down to like one or maybe two a month, usually ones where i didn't get a choice because the insomnia got me or i slept too late and so was unable to get back to sleep in time before an early thing. if i do them on purpose it's because i've weighed my options and genuinely come to the conclusion that the all-nighter is the better option for logical reasons, like the last two and tonight

important thing to know about me: when i'm sleep deprived, i get hypomanic. something like 30% of people with ADHD have hypomania/hypomanic episodes, i happen to be one of them.

however. fascinating discovery i have made this go around, because i've been taking my meds religiously since i am cramming for finals:

if i am steadily medicated for the ADHD (i'm on a stimulant), as in i take my usual dose every 8 to 12 hours while i remain awake (all nighters tend to mean i am awake anywhere from 20 to 36 hours),

i don't get hypomanic.

the only variable i have changed in the finals scramble is religiously taking the stimulant. i have been hypomanic since i developed the chronic migraine development (just less, because sleep deprivation can also trigger the migraines, and i tend to sleep to cope with the migraines anyway). i have been hypomanic on each and every of the new drugs i'm on for the chronic migraine, and the combinations of them. i've been hypomanic on the stimulants, even! it's just that i've never before been this religious about taking them every 8-12 hours while i'm awake on the sleep deprivation train, and...i haven't had an episode.

the stimulant. is preventing. the hypomania.

lol. lmao. XD even. oh my fucking GOD --

[alteregozowie]

I have seen you around a lot before you followed me. People in this fandom seem to have a stigma about angels but especially ocs so I don’t typically follow first? So I had just quietly watched you mostly and then you showed up at my front door first and I was like cool nice and then just continued to quietly watch you from a distance though not for as long if my memory serves correctly I have a migraine so bare with me right now LMAO. I don’t remember our first interaction now, or how the silly stupid sticker thing started though you’re the only one I’ve continued to do that with since the reactions Michael gets is really adorable. It might evolve into stickers and pins and at this point Alastor is going to need one of those pin boards (I actually like enameled pins and have a small collection so tbh that would be so easy for me).

I have no artistic bone at all, I have no idea how you people do it at all. Whenever someone offers to do pretty art for me I’m flashing my wallet faster than they can even finish the sentence. In that same regard artist tend to terrify me so as you can imagine my first response throwing anything at you, especially my stupid little angel here, was incredibly terrifying. You have quite a bit of skill with drawing, I’m very impressed with the clear pictures you use that are created by you personally. Those little blushing pictures and bright smiles of Alastor are so adorable and so cute to look at. They make Alastor’s reactions to the stupid shit Michael throws at him absolutely adorable and fun to do. The reason he does keep showing back up in Alastor’s room with stickers and pins because I enjoy his reactions to what Michael shows him that day.

I am very aware I can be a bit overwhelming so if those do get to be annoying just let me know and I’ll tame my son back! But yes here you go there is your answer to the meme okay bye. ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

What Attracted you to my Portrayal:

(Oh my goodness. This is so incredibly sweet that I wasn't mentally prepared, you sweetheart you 😭😭😭 I get chronic migraines too, so I understand that completely, I do hope you feel better!

Cut this one for the length🔽

I am such the goober out here, I promise I'm more scared of everyone else than you are of me! I'll lurk for a long time and then be like "alright I'm goin for it" then Alastor shows up on your doorstep like "hi". I'm winging it out there like 90% 😭😭😭😭

I'm never, ever bothered by anyone who wants to thread/ask Alastor, he likes the attention, and it's so fun for me too. So definitely don't feel like it's a bother to me! (And if I take to long responding feel free to poke me in the DMs too I forget/get distracted jdjdjdjsj.) You have a wonderful character and it has been such a pleasure, darlin.

Thank you, thank you for liking my art, that means so much! 😭💙 I try to make it fun by adding some art flare to what I'm doing, and if you're looking for something, hun, feel free to hit me up! I love getting a vague idea and trying to turn it in to something. I'm like the most relaxed artist you'll ever meet, you definitely don't have to worry about being intimidated. I got you! 😊

Feel free to hit me up in the DMs too! I love talkin' just as much as Alastor does! xD)

[gabessquishytum]

Damn, everytime I send a longer ask, I get worried all the typing was for nothing and it got swallowed by the internet wormhole. Hope you got my ask about 5 minutes ago. XD

Anyway, as another migraine haver, chronic migraine Hob is my second favourite right after bad knee Hob. And upset tummy Hob is there with them. 🥺 Imagine Hob who thought food was a necessity that made everyone sick, not just him, and it took him about 200 years on this Earth to figure out that better foods don't make him sick at all but then some of the best foods are a trap and will lead to an upset tummy anyway. Only in the 21st century does he get his answer as to what is making him sick. Bonus points if the answer is *shrug* it's usually random.

I think I did get your ask! I'm queuing a few posts up today so hopefully you'll see my answer later!! Totally understand the anxiety of stuff getting swallowed...... the Internet is a black hole.

Anyhow. TUMMY PROBLEMS HOB. This is Canon to me. I too am randomly intolerant to things for apparently no reason.

My fave headcanon to do with this is that Hob eats super bland/boring food BUT he secretly yearns for the rich and the spicy and the creamy. He has to physically restrain himself because he can just look at something and know that it'll fuck him up for days. Occasionally he allows himself a treat when he knows he has the time to spend lying in bed with tummy cramps. By god, the chocolate caramel cheesecake is worth it.

His only consolation is the humble potato, which is still a magical wonder to him. And it doesn't make him sick, yay!

[flamedraco]

hii! how are we lovely person?

for reasonable reasons I need to know:

fave time of the day

fave motifs/themes ( like poetry or indie or kindness, sparkles, alt, just like a vibe there is no wrong answer here! )

fave color palette ( feel free to use pics for all of these but PLEASE use pictures for this one)

have a lovely awesome amazing day! <333

( btw u can have multiple answers for these, for the color palette one btw I need like 2 colors minimum and 6 colors max)

I'm doing pretty good, taking a break from my Diaries AU BS at the moment because if I don't take frequent breaks this lore is going to give me a massive migraine :D

Favorite time of day is probably night. It's quieter and I'm less likely to be bothered if I'm working later into the day. Also I like sleep. Like a lot. If it's peaceful and nice I just like sleep.

Motifis and themes...well I like general royalty aesthetics and casino aesthetics with a pinch of the occasional steampunk, not to mention my favorite fallen hero trope and themes of corruption or temptation. I also practice witchcraft so I guess that can be a theme or motif.

Color pallet? My favorite colors are purple, black, and red. Kinda plays into my whole fallen hero/corruption type of deal. But I also really like mixes of red and blue with purple being mixed in between the two of them. Purple and gold as complimentary colors is also really really good. I don't really know how to upload pictures on these sorry-

Thank you for the random ask? XD

Have a good day Coffee.

[calextheneko]

Upcoming Birthday and Life Update

So first up, my birthday is coming up, and I've set up a Throne wish list for those who want to do presents. But also, I just appreciate the thought, so don't feel you're obligated. Just stopping by to say Happy Birthday on the day it comes is enough for me to get warm fuzzies. But for those who want to do presents, know I am exceptionally grateful and here is the link https://throne.com/calextheneko Now writing status. Headaches aren't as intense lately but they're still omnipresent and I've gotten a lot of really bad pain spikes. In addition I can't seem to take my ADD medicine without hurting my throat and risking higher pain spikes... So not doing well. I've been working on the current story for Switch City for over two months now and progress is slow. That one is a Patreon exclusive so will only be available on Patreon for $1 and up supporters when it does come out. After that will try to get some of the stories that are done edited so they can be uploaded to all galleries. Patreon is frozen again due to not making enough progress to justify having it open, especially since each month adds a bunch of things to my queue. I need to make sure I can get my queue reliably smaller each month before I open it back up. If anyone wants to provide general support for my writing while Patreon is paused you can use Ko-Fi. As well as could also use that for giving my birthday spending money too. Again, never required, and I will survive without it, but the option is there and I'm always very thankful. Here's the KoFi link https://ko-fi.com/calextheneko Anyway, you have all been more patient than I could ever have had the right to request. And I thank you. Health issues suck. Kids, don't get old. It's not great. Seeing neurologist this week and likely going on shots again. While no specific treatment has worked so far, a lot have caused improvements but not gotten rid of the daily migraines. So, we're hoping if we combine some things that address different causes it might finally do the job. There's some kind of pinched nerve in the back of my head, plus genetic disposition for frequent migraines (and had them all my life just didn't use to be every single day) and stress/anxiety cause of my dumb autistic traumatized brain and some other things I don't fully understand but yeah it seems like all of it just wound up being too much and exploded my two or three times a month migraines to every single zod danged day without exception. I really hope this new change in medications coming up later this week fixes it and lets me finally get back to doing what I love. Because a kitten who doesn't get to stretch his creative muscles is a very sad kitten. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this and check up on me. It's not all doom and gloom. My cats like to keep my company on days I'm stuck in bed hiding, and they're very sweet helping to keep my mood lifted... And steal my food... And defile my water glass. Cause... You know. Cats. XD

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What makes people love hurt/comfort FanFictions so much? What do you enjoy most when you write/read them?

I think for me personally, I wasn't allowed to be sick or hurt or upset. My parents meant well but I was always told to "suck it up" and move on. When I was sick, I was told to push through it and it would be better. Then they'd act shocked when I'd be at the doctor later.

Same with being tired. I'm in my late 30s and my mother FINALLY told me "Yeah, you should rest and chill for a day." Before that it was the whole "rest is for the weak."

I was going to school sick, going to work sick, etc. Just wearing myself off. Same with being hurt. Slap a bandaid on the scrape but don't you dare say it hurts, because then you're being dramatic. The bandaid "Fixes" it now move on.

Even today at 38, I'll push through a level 12 migraine where I can barely see because I'm not allowed to rest. I'm stronger than that.

So for me H/C just gives me that comfort that I wish I had. Someone loving me enough to be like "hey, you feel crappy... thats ok. Come on lets curl up and feel better."

I think there are a lot of readers like me. We just want a reminder that its ok to be sick/be hurt/be not ok and that someone will be there to remind you that its all ok and take care of you. Stay close enough to care and not push you to "Be better" when you're obviously not.

Also for Batman at least, having the dark knight drop what he's doing to take care of this 9 year old kid he adopted and make sure he's okay.

Update - I do have a best friend now who makes sure that I rest and she calls me out and how I was raised a lot and tells me to chill and rest. XD

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Hi Koni!🤗💜As promised, I finally thought of an ask for your OCs😌hoping it's not too trivial, stupid or complicated🙈In any case-

We already know about Clover's feelings for Jamil, and in your last post, I read that Klee seems to have a soft spot for Jade, so a question arose: how did their crushes begin? Was there attraction at first sight, or did love blossom only after a particular event?🤔

I would like to know how Clover and Klee respectively lived their experiences☺Thanks in advance for your time!✨

Finally I got to answer this! Sorry for the long wait, I've been having a glorious streak of migraines and/or bad moods... But yeah, I'm feeling pretty good today, so here I am :>

Klee

It's kinda funny that you asked about this, because I can happily tease that the next story to drop will feature Klee's experience about falling in love with Jade! I hope I'm not spoiling too much, but the boy is... very quick to fall in love. And he falls HARD. For being as expressionless as he is, Klee sure feels love very intensely, and uh... Well, you will see for yourself xD

Since that is a bit short of an answer though, I'll take the liberty to switch fandoms and talk about his love life in obey me a bit.

Klee is way more introverted within the obey me Universe, much more fixated on being an author and he generally just does his own thing because again, no one takes any interest in him anyway.

That is until, one day at the RAD library, Klee is seeking comfort and reaches for a human world book, in fact one of his all-time favourites...

... Then his fingers touch those of Satan, avatar of Wrath, and Klee grows absolutely weak to this cliché happening. Yes, he has known the demon brothers for weeks, and yes, he has exchanged, like, nine words with Satan. But right there, right now, Klee saw before is inner eye how he'd grow old together with Satan, at least eight children at their side, a house turtle to accompany them as they-

Ahem. Sorry.

Well, when Satan then even was so kind and told Klee to not mind him and take the book...

... That ultimately sealed the start of Klee's heavy, heavy crush that shows lots of daydreaming, secret fanfic writing and hoping that all his sudden life plans with this weird cat loving dude come true eventually 💕

Clover

(also back to Twst)

As for Clover ... She had a similar experience, but fought against it at first.

Clover doesn't believe in love at first sight, because in her opinion, that would only involve a person's looks, which she absolutely doesn't want to judge people on.

And yet... When she first laid eyes on Jamil, she was charmed immediately. I imagine she was invited to have dinner at Scarabia dorm, being friends with Kalim already. Looking for Kalim in the kitchen, she instead encountered Jamil, who was skillfully cooking up several dishes at once while humming a little tune to himself. And, well, his name doesn't translate to "beautiful" for nothing - his athletic body, his dark locks, his V O I C E - Clover couldn't help but stare until Jamil noticed her presence, shooting her an amused little glance, maybe paired with a sassy little remark, and thereby killing her off completely.

But yeah, Clover HATES having crushes on highly attractive people, since those also make her act all stupid and blushy around the person. But you can't be friends with Kalim without being around Jamil, too, right?

That led Clover to see more and more of him, how hard he worked, how tired he looked. Jamil stroke her as a flawless, rather cold being - which she usually isn't attracted to at all. However when she started catching glimpses of his snarky side, his enormous fear of insects, and this blush that involuntarily crosses his cheeks when he's being complimented...

... Clover wanted to never miss any of those moments ever again. She needed to see this person behind the mask, needed to support him with all she got.

She couldn't deny her feelings any longer.

I'm still thinking of a nice moment of realisation for her, where she admits it's more than fancying Jamil for his attractive traits, but rather genuine care for whom he is. I might also write that out one day 💕

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I hope that answers your question dear awkward noodle friend! Thanks again so much for asking about my OCs, I can't describe how happy your interest makes me ♥️

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not sure which ones you've gotten already for the spotify wrapped ask game so here are some random numbers :)

13, 56, 72, 88, 100

spotify wrapped ask actually none of these numbers have been answered before :D

hmmm idk how it got here, I thought this song was featured on the ddf movie "Erbe des Drachen" but I don't think so anymore... but I do know that I heard it around the same time as "what you know" by two door cinema club, so maybe it was recommended to me after and I thought it slapped...

well I gotta be honest on here (Tumblr) (I actually don't, but I will be)... another song from [redacted] which was in our shared playlist... I didnt think it would actually show up on here since I didnt actually listen to it very much...

I probably accidentally found this again one day and it brought back childhood memories so I put it into my favourites, not much story here xD

I mean.... twenty one pilots... a classic... I had a vessel phase where I probably listened to it a lot but other than that its probably here because of tøp superiority

here I could basically give you the exact same answer as above haha