#cw hyperfocus

[sprinkleofquirk]

Rather than explain that I cannot have Asperger’s syndrome because that hasn’t been included in the DSM since 2013 since Hans Asperger was, among other things, a fucking Nazi, I used my ✨healthy coping mechanisms✨ (kinda) and made these 🙃

And I say ‘kinda’ because I don’t… exactly… remember? Making them? They just kinda… ✨appeared✨ and a few hours had passed

[majicmarker]

i'm starting a long weekend of WRITING today and am almost immediately stuck on the make-out scene, where did i put that fckin discount economy-sized bottle of wine.........

[ashtraysystem]

bros my brain cannot SHUT UP

i am!!!! in torment!!!!!!

my brain wants to focus on 20 different things at once and its horrible!!!

ive been hyperfixating on my snail, so my room is a mess but i cant clean my room bc i also want to look at content for my blorbos and i accidentally revived my interest in good omens by doing so so i wanna read the book but to do that i have to finish the last unicorn and rewatch the movie and then i also have a drawing im working on for a valentines day thing but also i wanna crochet some gloves but also play hades and do nothing but hades for the next 48 hours and i have hw and AAAAAAAAAA GODS HELP

[pineyw00dsshesquatch]

Why did the flesh wad require food????

so fucked up that i have to take care of my body everyday. what if sometimes i feel sad about the maintenance

[theaistired]

Important things I learned yesterday:

Starting a 30 min timer before enganging in something I am probably going to hyperfocus on is a good idea - HOWEVER! I need to put my water bottle right next to my phone, because otherwise I will just restart the timer without doing things my body requires of me (like eating, drinking etc.). If the bottle is right next to it, I will actually remember to drink something and take a break when needed.

Also I need to put an alarm clock in the kitchen for the same reason. If I need to go to the kitchen to turn the alarm off, I will (hopefully, haven't tested the theory yet) get something to eat, instead of going back to what I was doing.

When my head is spinning and I fell sick because I haven't changed my sitting position for 5 hours, have been staring at my sketch book or tablet screen and drawing for five hours, haven't had something to drink in 5 hours, and haven't had something to eat in 8 hours, drinking a glass of coca cola is fine. Eating a cookie in hopes of getting my stomach used to food again before eating something heavier IS A BAD IDEA! The cookie will not stay in. Eat crispbread instead. Do I like it? No. Does it stay in my body after eating it? Yes.

I need to find crispbread that I like eating.

My brother is exactly the type of person I need to look after me when something like this happens. Doesn't make a fuss, totally calm, and just gives help as necessary. Like handing me crispbread. My brother is great.

Our cat wasn't aware that she is not the only living being in this household capable of throwing up. I have never seen her this shocked.

If anybody has additional tips to help with stuff like this, I would appreciate it!

Also, English isn't my first language and it has been years since I was corrected and graded on grammar. The punctuation is probably wrong, sorry about that (other stuff is probably wrong as well, also sorry about that.)

[irisintheafterglow]

uno wild card: stop writing for coparenting!megumi with satoru or draw 25

me, with 95 cards already in my hand:

also cw this is angst/comfort 'cause apparently i'm in the mood for pain

"shh, shh, baby. you're okay. i'm right here. you're okay." his breath is still rapidly uneven, chest heaving while you hold him in your lap on his mattress. "megs, you need to breathe. you're okay. i've got you." it wasn't often that megumi had nightmares; but, every few months, something triggered in his mind and had him seeing monsters that weren't real. as if by instinct, you felt that something was off tonight. there wasn't any time for explanation as you peeled satoru's arms from your torso, just a hyperfocus on the panicked child in the next room over.

"i don't-i don't-" his voice breaks into strangled cries and his little fingers grip tighter on your clothes, one of satoru's old pajama shirts. fat drops run down his cheeks, eyes irritated and red. you continue to hush the boy, gently running your fingers through his hair as his tears soak through the fabric of your top.

"they won't get you, megs. i promise," you whisper into his temple, pressing your lips tenderly to his forehead. "you're okay." his chokes for air have decreased slightly, but he's still trembling like you'd just pulled him from a frozen-over lake.

"where's satoru?" you sigh, chest aching at the implications of those two words. it wasn't that megumi didn't want you there. whatever woke him up must have distressed him so much that he was actually acknowledging your boyfriend. it broke your heart into a few more pieces.

"next door, fast asleep. do you want me to go get him?" he immediately tenses against you, wrapping his arms around your neck so you couldn't get up. "megs?"

"please don't leave me," he pleads. his voice is small and riddled with fear. you nod, slipping one arm under his tiny legs so that he's hanging on you like a monkey.

"can i bring you to our bed? is that okay?"

"mhmm," he hums exhaustedly into your shoulder. his breaths have evened out to a relatively calm rhythm, but he still holds on to you like you'd launch into the stratosphere if he let go. pulling back the covers with one hand, you gently set the boy down next to satoru, who sleepily blinks open a curious blue eye.

"and where might you be going?" he quietly asks in the darkness of the room, propped on an elbow as you make to go back to megumi's bed. megumi was already fast asleep, curled into himself with satoru's hand protectively on his head.

"i'll be right back; i'm gonna go grab his wolf."

"come back quickly. i miss you," he yawns and you can tell it's taking a lot out of him to not fall back asleep. still, his constant need for your presence has you chuckling under your breath.

"i've been awake for five minutes, love."

"five minutes too long, so hurry up." it's barely twenty seconds that you're gone, picking up megumi's favorite stuffie and crawling back under the blankets with your boys. his arms unconsciously wrap around the wolf and he sighs deeply in contentment. despite the calm, your chest still felt like it was aching for the boy and it was almost too much. it almost is, until satoru's hand reaches out to brush your cheek with his knuckles. "hey, beautiful."

"hi, handsome. you okay?"

"i'm great, albeit a little sleepy," he drawls, glancing down at the snoring kid between your bodies. "nightmare?" you hum in assent, pulling megumi closer when he flips over to hug you. satoru takes his chance and tugs both of you into him until his arms stretched over both you and megumi. "he say what it was about?"

"he didn't, though it must have been pretty bad since he was asking for you," you reply. you expect a lightheartedly indignant protest, but all you're met with is a deep, deep frown. "why the face?"

"poor kid shouldn't be having nightmares so bad that he forgets he hates me." you scoff, careful not to wake the kid. your kid.

"he doesn't hate you, satoru."

"okay," he concedes, "'mildly dislikes' for the sake of comedy."

"there you go," you smile at him and he gazes lovingly back at you.

"you know, i really didn't plan for you to be part of this mentorship equation," he confesses and your eyebrow raises in question of his point. "but," he continues, pressing a kiss to your nose. "i'm so glad you're in it."

"i love you, satoru."

"you promise?"

"on the moon and the stars."

[mikichko]

stress relief inspired by the silly question I get asked whenever I tell people I don't drink alcohol pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader a/n: still figuring out this smut shit and wrote this in a haze so... enjoy? cw: nsfw, explicit smut, p in v sex, no real gendered terms but reader has vag+clit so do with that what you will <3, all lower case

“drink?” a scarred hand blocks your leftmost view. in it is a can of some shitty seltzer drink that's already dripping with condensation.

you shake your head, chin resting on your hand as you continue to watch the silent baseball game. phillies are down by four against the fucking cubs. what a fucking disgrace. 

“you sure? can always get you another flavor.” he places the drink on the counter next to you, a ring already forming on the wood.

you turn to him, meeting brown eyes, “not fond of alcohol. diet coke is more my vice. the carcinogens make it fun.” 

he snorts, taking a sip from his brown drink. you pull your eyes from him and turn them back to the screen, ready to watch your team continue to get dogged. 

“so how do you relieve stress then?” he’s on the stool next to you now. he’s so broad he eats up some of your personal space, more of it when he leans in anticipating your answer.

your head cocks in confusion, half of you still turned to the tv to see if the phillies will get their shit together. “sorry, what do you mean?”

he glances at the tv, trying to gauge what it is about this silly sport that has you so engaged. he shrugs, following the movements of the pitcher and the batter, “y’know, some of us throw back a drink or two to ease that tension. what do you do?”

you freeze for a moment and you’re thankful that you’re staring at the tv and not at kyle. you don’t think you could keep your poker face on if you were looking him in the eye. because, how exactly do you tell your friend that your favorite method of stress relief is to make yourself cum until you’re a sweaty, whiny, slick mess twitching on your bed. how do you even keep a straight face when that would be your first thought? especially when your friend looks as good as kyle does.

instead, you hyperfocus on the game. the movement of the ball, the pitching clock, the umpire’s hand signals, all of it to stop thinking about how nice it’d be for kyle to spread you out and fuck the tension out of your body. you lick your lips as you try to find an excuse or any words to steer the conversation in any other direction.

licking your lips is a mistake. it only makes you more aware of how quickly your mouth is filling with saliva, no matter how fast you swallow it all down. fucking hell. he just had to remind you of how long it’s been since you’ve been able to take care of yourself. the stress of life and its shitty fucking responsibilities fucking up your routine. gotta get yourself out of this somehow.

you shrug nonchalantly, at least try to, taking a sip of the fruity virgin mixture in front of you. “nothing really. it kinda just, yknow, dissipates.”

he snorts, shaking his head at your response, “fucking bullshit. i’ve seen you so wound up you nearly kicked soap’s head through the wall. next day you walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.” he drums his fingers on the counter studying you, “too quick a turn for it to just, dissipate”

is he a fucking narc? what’s his fucking deal with all these questions? this has never come up before. why’s he so fucking interested in your stress relief methods all of a sudden?

what kyle fails to mention is that he heard you the night of your tiff with soap. that he shared a wall with you while you fucked yourself raw and the slick had dripped all the way down to your asshole and onto the bed. had to fucking bite his pillow while he fisted his cock at the sound of you cumming, a high-pitched whine before you bit your lip and rode out the orgasm with breathy gasps. 

he wanted to break down your door that night. dip his thick girthy length into your wet hole just to feel how slick you got after you came. wanted to pin you down, maybe get price in there to hold your legs to see how loud you got when he kept sucking on your clit after you came. see how you’d fight against him, beg him to stop because you’d never done this before. never had your clit feel so raw before. wanted to see if you’d bless him with that sweet creamy mess he’d been dreaming of for fucking months.

he came four times that night. cock raw and balls empty just at the sounds of you he got through the wall. you’d only cum three times, clearly too cautious to really let go and make a nice and proper mess of yourself. he’d told himself that was just something he’d have to rectify later

you clear your throat, watching the teams switch positions on the field, “dunno what to tell you man, yoga does wonders.”

kyle hums around the rim of his glass, eyes dropping to your legs, not missing the way your thighs press together. more than necessary to keep yourself comfortable on the stool. 

“must be some kind of crazy fucking yoga. gotta tell me the studio, instructor too”

your head whips around to kyle, eyebrows drawn tight together, “what?”

he shrugs, eyes never leaving the tv, “it just seems to help you out so much, i want to try it for myself.”

you sputter for a second, fingers gripping the edge of the counter, “kyle i-”

he leans in a little, “i promise i wont tell the rest of the boys. you’ll get to keep your yoga spot a secret. but i really want to try it out. share with me please?”

he’s fucking with you, right? he has to be. there’s no fucking way he’s actually interested in this. you don’t even know enough yoga spots in the area to come up with another lie to round out your story. you don’t even have enough time to flounder in the depths of your mind.

kyle hooks a foot around one of your legs, “cmon, please. i’m really trying to find alterna-”

“kyle!” you hiss, interrupting him. completely fed up with his insistence your voice drops, “fucking hell i was lying. i don’t fucking do yoga. i just… i can’t fucking tell you.”

his eyebrows knit together in mock confusion, “what do you mean? aren’t we friends?”

you lick your lips as you try to find the words. “some friends just dont share everything kyle.”

he scoffs, “fucking bullshit. you told all of us when you got that broad off in the alleyway behind buckey’s. practically told the whole bar.” 

“jesus christ, can you keep your voice fucking down!?”

“god i’m just saying if you can tell me that then you can-”

“for fucks sake,” you hiss out. you’re getting hot, and not the fun kind, the longer this conversation continues, “i make myself cum okay? over and over and over again until i’m fucking twitchy. until i cant think about or feel anything besides how good i fucking feel. fucking happy now?”

kyle’s grin is wide, his eyes have something swimming in there that you hadn’t noticed before. “yeah actually.”

there’s a pause as you let his words hang there, confusion evident in your face. what the fuck is going on.

“so,” he throws back the rest of his drink right as the cubs batter hits another ball into the stands, “you going to show me? told you i want to try your method out.”

somehow, it’s a blur despite not a drop of alcohol in your system, you end up underneath him. 

he uses the head of his cock to spread your puffy lips apart, groaning at the pool of wetness that appears. he swirls it with his cock, tapping around the clenching hole, “just giving it a kiss love. gotta be polite” 

his tongue pokes out of his mouth as he presses his thumb down right under the head pushing it into you. a low groan escapes him as he presses past the tight ring of muscle, head falling back as he thrusts shallowly into you. “fuck that’s good. can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me”

whatever response you had for him is wiped from your brain as he bottoms out into you. you groan simultaneously at the feeling. he’s panting trying to get accustomed to how fucking hot and tight you are around him. you’re wriggling, trying to put some distance to ease the feeling of being so fucking full. you don’t get very far. “fucking hell kyle!” you cry out as he drives his hips into you. he’s got you open wide under him, arms positioned so that you cant shut him out, forced to take the beating that his hips deliver.

“it’s stress relief,” he groans as he grinds his hips into your wet heat. your fingers digging into his shoulders at his movements, “supposed to be a little rough”

he grins, licking his lips before he gives you a particularly filthy thrust. you can’t help the ‘fuck me’ you cry out.

kyle licks a wide strip up your neck, teeth catching your chin before biting down and making you whine. “i’m trying to baby,” he whispers into your ear, groaning when you squeeze him at the sound of the petname. he’s panting into your ear again, “fuck baby,” another groan as you clench around him again, “you like it when i call you that?” he huffs a little, the cadence of his thrusts changing to be slower, deeper. “didn’t know you were a romantic love.”

you’re not. or at least you’ve not been in the past but you can’t help how you react with the way that kyle’s cock is scrambling the connection of your brain. fuck, you couldn’t think before when he was just using you as a little sleeve but now, with those slow deep thrusts, he’s turning your brain into liquid. you wouldn’t be surprised if it started leaking out of your ears.

it’s just been so fucking long since you’ve been properly fucked, you tell yourself. resigned to your toys and hands for more than two years. too busy and too easily annoyed to deal with the person that a nice warm cock came attached to. that’s all it is you tell yourself as kyle praises you and your body arches into him. you’re just raw, in more ways than one, that’s why it’s making such an impact on you.

“fuck, baby, are you getting wetter when i fuck you like this?” he rolls his hips again, you can’t help but whine. another low groan from him, “fuck you are. god you love it when i do it like this huh?” 

one of his hands lets go of your leg, finding your own and interlacing them. he holds your hand over your head, hips not even stuttering, “promise i’ll fuck you nice and lovely right now baby. let you get all nice and wet, all messy for me. then you’ll let me slut you out right? let me use this pussy like i want to? i just wanna see what you’ve been keeping from me. gotta let me have you more than just one way.”

your entire body tenses at that, eyes rolling a little at the sound of it. fuck you’re already near the edge and he’s talking about more. more of this nice thick cock plunging into the deepest part of you. kissing the spongy spots inside you until you’re cumming around him more than once. god is he trying to imitate a session? his cock your own toy for personal use? 

no. no, this session is for him. you’re his toy. a little sleeve for him to test out, to get a taste of what he’s been missing he said. you just get the delicious benefit of getting to cum on his cock until you’re leaving a nice frothy ring on the base of his cock. christ. this man is going to ruin your stress relief for you.

“cmon baby, give me what i want” then he’s pressing a small bullet vibrator right on your clit, groaning at the vibration against his pelvis. you cant help but squeal and try to wiggle away from him but he has you pinned. the thrashing doesn’t help, if anything it aides in getting the vibrations right on your aching clit. it’s not long before the war sensation over takes your body and your eyes roll back as you twitch around kyle’s cock. 

“fuck yeah,” he laughs airily as you keep cumming around him. fuck you must be squeezing him so tightly you can feel him, “there it is love. love seeing you like that.”

he presses a kiss to your jaw before pressing one to your lips. “love that its me doing this to you. gonna see how many you can give me before i cum in this sweet pussy okay? wanna see all the ways i can get you to cum. keeping such a sweet little thing from me love.”

all you can do is nod. he’ll be relieving your stress for sure.

[crimsonbubble]

ok so like ive never requested anything so sorry if this is like bad or anything but… but like have you seen tomas talk to peacemaker? I need him to be rough with me and talk like that cause like it’s so perfect what the FLIP! he’s such a smart ass LMAO so yeah like fem reader, preferably smut with dom tomas but it’s fine if you do fluff or smth I just need to see more content of tomas ,, (feels like I’m ordering at a restaurant rn)

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, pussy slapping, fingering, oral, nipple play, face sitting, squirting, creampies, breeding kink, overstimulation, pet play *not proofread, just pure horny

[DOMTOMA DOMTOMASDOMTOMASDOMTO- *gunshot*] @smmy-winchster

Pussy slapping with dom Tomas is a need

He’s got some nice hands for it too

A pretty cock too but let’s focus on his hands for a sec

Big, rough and warm

Perfect for teasing you

Fingering your sticky cunt and taunting your clit by hovering over the sensitive bud

His dick is not too long, not too short, pretty thick with a slight curve to the right

He does the thing where he smacks his leaky tip against your clit before he fucks you

He loves to see you jolt and squirm when he does it

Has to rub his cock through your slick folds before he fills you up

He absolutely loves to eat you out

He could have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and a midnight snack

He has an infatuation with your clit and nipples

Doesn’t matter how he’s pleasing you, he tends to focus on your clit and nipples

He could he latched onto your tits while his hand is buried between your thighs, rubbing and circling your clit

Or when he’s eating you out; using his broad figure to hold your thighs apart so he can suck your pulsing clit into his mouth while his hands are fondling your tits

He literally can not get enough of you

He’s the type to literally spread your pussy open so he can hyperfocus on your clit

On the topic of being eaten out, SIT ON HIS FACE

Lapping up anything you have to offer him

Okay so, squirting…

He’s asking for it. Soak him.

Getting finger fucked so good you soak him and the bed

BACKSHOTS. DEMONIC BACKSHOTS

His thrusts are hard and heavy

You would smack your head into the headboard if he wasn’t holding onto your hips to pull you back onto his cock

He has no problem with using you like a cum dump

He loves to leave you needy cunt filled and covered in his cum

Gathering what leaks out of your hole just to push it back into you

Overstim comes naturally this way

He loves to fill you up, leave you all doped out of cock and cum

He uses faux sympathy a lot and he’s fucking sexy for it

“Aw, is it too much for you, baby?”

“Slow down? I can barely move with how much you’re sucking me in, pup.”

“You’re just so fucking needy for me, huh? Just needed my cock to fill your messy cunt.”

He’s the type to pull you down onto his cock when you’re about to ride him

Like you’re trying to ease down but he gets impatient and splits you open by grabbing your hips and pushing you down

While you’re mewling about the sudden stretch of his cock inside you, he’ll bounce you on his cock himself

[froggibus]

Saw your post!! Any thoughts on what Junkrat, Mei, Venture, and Sombra might do if their respective s/o's wanted a prize from a claw machine? Who can actually do? What do they do if they can't?

Claw Machine - Junkrat, Mei, Sombra & Venture

Genre: fluff, little crack

Summary: how your s/o would win (or steal) you a prize from a claw machine

CW: sombra’s a jerk, established relationships, theft (in a funny silly goofy way), Ven gets stuck in a claw machine, none of these people are good at games sorry

thanks so much for giving me a cute fluffy req ^^ I really appreciate it. sometimes writing so much smut gets a little overwhelming so I am grateful for fun little ideas like this!! 💓 hope you’re having a great day lovely someone pls remind me in the morning to give this a proper banner

@kitsune-loves-fics wrote a beautiful continuation of Venture’s part! come check it out here 💓

Junkrat:

insists he’s the best at claw machine games

he is not.

however he will spend all day and all the money he has just so he could get you whatever prize you wanted

unrelated but Mako is probably crazy at claw games

keeps promising he’ll win it for you but progressively gets worse and worse at the game

eventually gets annoyed and starts shaking the machine

please walk away it’s so embarassing

if that doesn’t work he will literally break the glass and just grab the toy for you

gets down on his knee like a dork and hands it to you

“for you, little cricket”

grabs your hand and runs away giggling from security

you’re legally obligated to keep the toy forever or else he’ll get sad

Mei:

probably average at the claw game

she won’t try all day but if you really want it, she’ll give it at least ten tries

gets kind of confused when she can’t win and decides to apply some science to it

literally calculates a bunch of math based on how fast it moves, how far away it is, size of everything etc

the math still doesn’t help

some kid probably comes up and does it on the first try and she’s staring at them like ‘how’

is completely focused on this damn claw machine now just to get you a little plushy

please bring her a drink or something to boost her mood

when you walk away she’ll try to put her hand in the machine but her arms are too short :(

in the end she recruits snowball and together they manage to get you your little plushy ^^

however she feels so guilty about it after she has to confess to you

Sombra:

she will never let herself be defeated by ANY machine

she’ll probably tell you to win it for yourself and lean against the machine with a smirk while she watches you

you’ll pout at her and beg for her help but she wants to see how ‘dedicated’ you are first (whatever that means)

eventually she gives in (she can never resist you) and steps up to try the game

and immediately loses.

doesn’t even try again, she just hacks it and forces it to do whatever she wants

doesn’t just grab you one plushy, she practically cleans out the whole machine

“liv can we just leave? people are starting to stare?”

“just one more, cariño”

it will not be just one more, but how can you resist when she’s being so sweet?

Venture:

dork ass steps right up the minute you press your face on the glass and coo about how cute it is

“don’t worry babe, I got this”

(they really do not)

they will hyperfocus on it and play it for literal hours

they’re not even bad at it—they keep winning prizes, just not the one that you want

you could leave for ten minutes and come back and they’ll still be trying it

after maybe an hour of playing they get you to stand on the side and shake it for them

if that doesn’t work, they try to shove their arm up there but they’re so muscly they get stuck

you end up having to call the fire department to get them unstuck lol

and the owner of the place feels so bad (or maybe embarrassed) for you guys that they unlock the machine and just give you the toy

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[inheritsnothing]

for maybe sixty whole seconds, otto thinks he can just disappear. maybe she didn't notice, maybe -- ah, there it is, the knowing in her eyes and the immediate disdain. it feels like a knife in his chest, and he looks down at the leaves instead of his daughter and granddaughter. what should he say here? he wants this to be as short of an interaction as he can manage, so that he can give alicent the peace she needed.

"i'm sorry," he says, the two words so weighted in his mouth. otto had so much to be sorry for, but for now... it was being for here in her presence. his hands are clenched, fingers picking uncomfortably as he tries to focus. he is a shell of a man, and he has made up his mind. i was coming to say goodbye. fitting that he should see her, a reminder of his guilt, before he takes his own life. "i... it had been some time since i last visited, and i..." his voice trails off, and he glances back at the grave. is the statue glaring at him? scowling at him? look what you have done to our daughter, otto. in the end, he was no better than his own father. "... i ... should've stayed away." how heavy his shoulders feel. there is no relief in his decision, just knowing that it will actually make their world a better place. "i know... it was a risk with your brothers here, and i..."

"... i will get going."

how beautiful she looks now that she's relaxed, even if he had been the one to take away her smile. even if she looks at him with such... resentment. it's deserved. otto knows it is deserved. he knows what he deserves.

Her brows knit together. Regardless of his attempt to disguise his voice--she knew him. It was such a simple memory, one of easier days. It was before her mother had passed, but she remembered him doing a puppet show for her and Triston. Had used that same exact voice then and made her squeal with laughter. A smile threatened to tug at her lips--but she bit it back.

She adjusts her hold on Alyrie, pressing her baby closer to her chest. Her hand rests against the side of her bag, fingers itching for her taser. But she doesn't reach for it.

"..." Alicent's eyes flicker from her father to the headstone, tilting her head in curiosity. She couldn't remember the last time he had made the pilgrimage to visit her mother. In fact, she remembered being denied a trip to visit her many a times. The shooting schedule was tight. There's an award show. You have an interview. Your mother would understand. The resentment is back, replacing the warm glimmer of nostalgia she felt a moment ago. She bites back cruel words and just arches a brow. Her daughter gives a little coo, stretching out a hand to the man.

"What are you doing here?" She finally asks, her voice hoarse--tight. A part of her wonders if her brothers knew he was in Rye. A creeping sense of betrayal flickers before she decides it must be chance.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Disability HCs

Not all mutations are going to be cool and hot, and let's face it, the world wasn't built for our boys. Here are some things they struggle with...

CW: Mental and physical disabilities, but thought that was obvious. 😅

Raphael:

Weight/Chronic Pain. The harness that he wears strapped across is chest isn't part of his battle gear. Being the biggest of his brothers, his shell is also the heaviest, and no one was ever meant to carry that much weight. Without support, he's likely to shatter bones jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Donnie designed a harness for him that distributes the weight evenly, but he's still in constant pain. He works out not just because he enjoys it, but because his muscles have to be able to carry him, and the more he can carry the less pain he's in.

Bipolar II. His highs are pretty chill, but his lows get DARK. Depending on where his head is when they hit, he'll either double his patrols or lock himself in his room. Violence or isolation are his go to. The only thing that seems to take the edge off is pressure therapy. He's a physical guy and the combination of physical touch, pressure, and being held by someone who isn't disgusted by or afraid of him, makes hugs the most effective and ready available option. Just don't ever point it out, he'll deny it forever. His brothers will plan a movie night that will inevitably end up in a turtle-pile (except for D, because "someone has to make sure you idiots don't knock over the popcorn").

Donatello:

Poor vision (duh). Degeneration from working in less-than-optimal lighting conditions and staring at screens for hours on end.

Hypermobility. He grew the fastest and the tallest of his brothers, which caused extreme hypermobility. His height, weight, and the addition of hundreds of pounds of gear means he's always in danger of dislocation. He wraps his joints tightly and meticulously before heading out, and wears flexible leg braces under his pants that he designed himself.

AuDHD as FUCK. Doesn't like to be touched, other than by his person, and even then only when he's expecting it. Has safe foods and will go without eating for days if they run out, but will completely forget to mention it to whoever is sending the grocery list to April. He's passed out more than once. Hyperfocus is an issue and the rage is real. His brothers have to sometimes force him out of the lab to eat or sleep. He can be very efficiently cruel when interrupted.

Michaelangelo:

Chronic Depression. Covers it well with being the "party guy," but once everyone else goes to bed, the smile fades. More than once he's had to drink or smoke himself to sleep. Cabin fever makes it worse. His brothers know it's getting really bad when he starts taking shots at himself, and plan something fun to do to get him out of the lair.

Cold intolerance. He's more sensitive to temperature than his brothers, and, being a reptile, hypothermia is a real concern. Keeps a (very stylish, tyvm) jacket or hoodie on him at all times, usually tied (very stylishly) around his (very stylish) waist. He forgot one night and almost fell off a building when he passed out. Since then, Donnie always carries a (not as stylish) spare.

Leonardo:

Migraines. Sudden and powerful. He knows that once he starts seeing auras he has about 15 minutes before they hit. Peace, quiet, and dim candlelit rooms are his best friend. Blue light makes them worse, so he tries to avoid Donnie's lab when he can. Nothing really helps, so mind-over-matter is really his only option, especially if they're in the middle of patrol.

OCD and it's a problem. NO ONE is allowed in his room. Everything has a place and everything is IN it's place and that is where it will STAY. Has daily rituals that must be adhered to or his anxiety his the roof. His anxiety exhibits as toxic control and the others know when he's in a bad place because he can be a REAL dick. Meditation is the only thing that really helps.

Everyone:

Lactose Intolerance. All are allergic to dairy, Mikey doesn't care. Everyone else does.

MBD. The lack of UV light means they're at risk for Metabolic Bone Disease. They take calcium and phosphorus supplements that Donnie mixes up for them

Hypothermia. While Mikey is the most at risk, hypothermia is a problem for all of them, especially in the colder months. Donnie invented a device that distributes heat across the inside of their shells after a near-fatal outing during a blizzard, but they still bundle up to keep the heat in.

Dehydration. As semi aquatic reptiles living on land, humidity levels are important. During the summer it's usually not an issue, but during the winter months Splinter is constantly reminding them to drink water, and they all have their own water bottles. Mikey's has stickers.

Shedding/Skin issues. Shedding is

U N C O M F O R T A B L E

They only shed their scutes once a year (and thankfully not at the same time), but they would rather land shell-first in an ant hill. For 2-3 weeks the unlucky one has a basically non-existent fuse, and more than once when they were younger the frustration and discomfort brought them to tears. Occasionally, it still does. Loading up on Vitamin E and keeping things a little more humid in the lair helps things move faster. They also have sensitive skin. The water at the lair is all UV filtered, but when they have to grab a quick shower at April and Casey's they're itchy for days.

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If you want to hear more HCs or anything that lmk! Love you! 💚

[neurantics-theythem]

Having late-diagnosed adhd is weird.

(CW internalized ableism)

Realizing that what I always thought was a “normal” source for motivation was really just shame, guilt, fear, self-judgment and a whole lot of “shoulding” (apart from the rare hyperfocus where the motivation was actually my own)

What I thought was “self-discipline” was just constant self-berating and guilt for being so “bad” at it when other people seemed to pick it up so easily

I always felt so ashamed whenever someone credited their success to their parents raising them to have a great work ethic. How come *I* didn’t turn out the same way, when my dad spent most of his waking moments working to provide for us? How did that not teach me a great work ethic?

Even if no one said it to my face, I internalized deeply the notion preached in every corner of society that people who aren’t self-disciplined are lazy and don’t actually care

I never thought I had adhd because I didn’t fit the stereotypical symptom profile. And I believed so deeply that I just had to “work harder” even though I was mentally deteriorating from how hard I actually was working. But that’s normal for everyone, right?

And now that I’ve deconstructed a lot of this shame and guilt (after years and years of therapy that I’ve been lucky to have), I see it as it is and have stopped using these toxic things to motivate me. And I’m realizing just how little “natural” motivation I actually have. Any motivation I do get is sporadic, for super random things, never consistent and not usually for “productive” tasks.

I’ve finally come to the place where I don’t feel even slightly opposed to trying out adhd medication either. But it has come at the *very* opportune time when I’m unemployed, searching for a job (with the aforementioned lack of motivation in a shit job market), and uninsured.

BuT aT LEaSt it’S a gReAt pRaCtiCE iN seLf cOmpAsSiOn!!! 🥴

[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 12 - Hyperfocus

(CW: Script, light awakener, repetition of focusing words, repetition of cum, read at your own risk)

Let’s start with a focus tracking exercise. I want you to focus on reading the words here, reading each one thoroughly, making sure that you don’t miss a single one. Making sure to read each one clearly. Reading them out loud will help you to do that. They will help to keep you hyperfocused on the task at hand. Each word clearly read and focused on. Each one unique. Each one pulling your eyes to the next one. Each one keeping you hyperfocused on the next word coming right after it, dragging you forward, keeping your eyes locked on it. Playing attention to each word you read, making sure you see it and repeat it clearly as you move onto the next one. There is no rush, no race, just you, keeping hyperfocused on each word that you read so that way you can manage to read it all clearly.

Very good, now I want you to make sure you remember each one, staying hyperfocused as you read. Playing close attention, letting them focus in your brain, keeping you attentive as the words bounce around your head. Just relax and stay hyperfocused, reading each word, keeping yourself moving forward. The words will follow, slipping into your brain, keeping you focused, keeping you moving onward. Letting it become second nature to read the next word, to let it echo in your head, keeping you hyperfocused. It’s natural to stay focused and relaxed while doing this, to let yourself drift off. That’s you focusing in. Becoming hyperfocused on the task at hand.

Now focus on each word as you see it. Each word. Hyperfocused. Keeping you tethered to it. Keeping your eyes locked onto it as it wraps around your head, filling it. Keeping it hyperfocused. Locked onto the task at hand. Each word, echoing in your head before you move onto the next one. Hyperfocused on it. Keep on going. Reading every word. Focused on it. Following it to the next.

Now that you are thoroughly hyperfocused, completely hypnofocused, entranced by the words, I want you to feel each word as it fills you. Let the sensations of the words pull you deeper into them. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Full. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Pleasured. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Desperate. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Needy. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Mindless. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Obedient. Focused. Hyperfocused. Hypnofocused. Entranced. Empty.

Very good. You are doing so good. So hyperfocused on each word. Cum. It feels good to stay focused on each word. Cum. Focused on every word. Cum. Hyperfocused on each word. Cum. You can’t stop following them. Cum. It feels good to stay focused. Cum.

Now that you have finished reading this I want you to focus on waking up. Clearing the focus from your mind. Turning it all back towards waking up fully, focusing on waking up. Remembering everything. Feeling good. Waking up. All the way up. Focusing only on that. And being fully awake and aware of everything. Good job.

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Hope you enjoyed that. I’ll be following @h_sleepingirl prompt list for the entire month because I really like a couple of the prompts on the list. You should also definitely check out and support them.

You’ll also be able to find all of my writings under the tags on my page. Hope you enjoy and see you tomorrow!

[givemebishies]

Scrolling thru my art blog and I forgot this piece I did a few years back when I had just started a test run of Vyvance for my ADHD

As you may be able to guess I had to stop taking it lolol

This is so loud lol

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some fluff for Ace with a male reader that is struggling coming off his ADHD meds and sleeping properly. Or something simpler like Ace being with the reader while the reader works on their personal projects and keeping him on task, reader still has ADHD. More details could be that the reader is apart of the Whitebeard crew. I don’t mind what form you write it in, how long you want to write it is up to you. I did not know how to word this correctly and I am extremely sorry if it is completely unclear or entirely wrong requesting format. English might be my first language but that does not mean I can make sense of English's extensive grammar that is utterly flawed and quite irritating.

Thank so much for taking time out of your life to take people’s requests and write them instead of just ignoring us. Fanfic writers like yourself are what makes the world go round, mostly, have to give at least the tiniest bit of credit to the governments. Also have a great night/day/afternoon/evening!!!

Hi hi dear, of course, I'm always willing to write some fluff, especially with a cutie like Ace. :D And don't worry, it was totally clear and you did the request correctly. Hope the result will match your expectations, thank you so much for requesting.  ☆

☆Ace helping his s/o struggling with ADHD

CW : m!reader, reader has ADHD, fluff, using of DF in some fluff way

WC : around 700

Ace definitely knows how to take care of others. He is both a commandant and a big brother, and he takes his position very seriously. He used to keep an eye on Luffy during his childhood. So he’s always watching for you, even from afar, to make sure you're alright. Ace has no problem with your ADHD since he has to deal with Luffy anyway. Even if his brother doesn't have ADHD, some things you may do may sound familiar to him.

He would be unsure at first. He doesn't know a lot about ADHD and is stressed about bothering you with possibly uncomfortable questions. Ace is likely overthinking and afraid of being annoying, because he always thinks he's not worthy of being loved. He would seek Marco's aid in learning the fundamentals by reading books on the subject. He wants to do his best.

He will ask you for the specifics. With a flushed and embarrassed expression. Let him know if it's alright and if he's not bothering you. 

Reminding you to take your medication would quickly become a part of his own routine. And, even if he's not around, he would make sure to leave a cute note with some random drawing, like a Stickman and some… hearts, but it doesn't look like hearts. Although he doesn't know how to draw, it's nonetheless cute.

If you struggle to go to bed early because of hyperfocus and overthinking, he would just say something like "I'm going to bed. You come with me?" He doesn't want to constantly remind you about your ADHD because you're more than that. So he wouldn't bring the subject up all the time. 

You're treating him like a normal guy and not like "the son of someone" so he would do the same to you. 

Depending on whether you struggle with physical touch or not, he would or just lay close to you, trying to soothe your potential overthinking with random jokes and sweet nothings. Or just using his DF to make you count the fire sheep. What a cutie. And if you don't struggle with physical touch, then prepare yourself for a lot of cuddles. He would use his DF to gently run his hot palms over your skin, making sure you're comfortable again. 

And if you really struggle to sleep, then he doesn't mind chatting and learning more about your hyper fixations. Ace likes that kind of stuff, and honestly, he's just so happy that you're actually just… talking to him. 

Imagine his cute laughter every time you say something funny. 

He might fall asleep randomly while you're talking due to his narcoleptic tendencies. But overall, he likes long-night conversations because, as you know, often the night conversations are the most intimate, the ones where two people bond closely.

When you need to focus on your work, again it depends. If you're in a hyperfixation mood, honestly, he would just look at you and randomly smile because he thinks you're adorable when you're that serious. He won't bother you since you're in your own world. But if you're hyper-focused for hours, then he would come from time to time to remind you to stay hydrated or to eat something. 

"Y/N, look, I've made some grilled fish" while placing the plate in front of you. 

During your night work, Ace would leave a small candle on your desk that he would light himself as a small reminder of him. He's always with you this way. "I want a goodnight kiss" with a cute pout before leaving you alone.

If you're having trouble with your tasks, he'll remind you not to procrastinate too much. Because he knows that it would just stress you more and more as the deadline approaches. 

He would help you take some breaks from time to time. "Okay y/n, that's enough work, let's visit this island together" 

Once you come back to work, he doesn't interfere much. Just helps you here and there as best as he can. He doesn't want to distract you. "Get outta there, you goddamn pineapple, he's working" when Marco randomly comes to talk to Ace. 

And, once you are finally done with all your duties, he would proudly lend you his hat with the warmest smile ever. "I knew you could do it. That's my sweet boy, always so brave." 

Ace is so wholesome, help.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

👀 so you want to talk about Delta's morals...

Well, Delta anon's back again with more ideas!

(TW/CW: murder, gun mention, moral dilemmas, panic attacks)

(Additional disclaimer: the only reason I know as much as I do about this is because I pay a lot of attention to the true crime documents we watch in my forensics class lmao, i promise im not a psychopath.)

So we know that Delta has no issue with killing people who he feels deserves it. This is canon, and it's also followed through in fandom, especially due to him being hot-headed and violent. But, it is also known that he only kills people who he thinks deserves it. So what would it take for him to kill someone?

Let's set up a scenario. For simplicity, let's say that Delta is fighting someone who proves to be a genuine threat to them and their friend's safety. The person has hurt Color and/or Epic, and continue making threats to. After healing whoever got hurt, Delta then chases down this person and immediately picks a fight. As this fight is happening, Epic and Color are away from the scene, most likely at the apartment with Zorox. They do not know that the fight is happening, just that Delta went out to confront the person who hurt/threatened them. Let's say that Delta's weapons are his body and maybe a gun, if he really felt it was necessary to bring it along. He is incredibly angry and now that this person has been deemed a physical threat to his friend's safety, he is looking to kill.

(Now, I would like to say, this attack most likely would not be planned or coordinated, but if Delta felt like the fight might escalate, then they'd lead the other party somewhere secret. He will be smart enough to get away with it. His ultimate goal in a fight is not to kill the other person, just to win the fight - and if death is an outcome, then so be it. However, this also means that he at least has an idea of the person's limits, even if he doesn't know them personally - they know the weak points of the body, and where the danger points are. They will not actively go to punch someone in the throat during a fight unless the person deserves it. And if the person died by his hands, then they'd take the shot to make sure they're 100% dead. He's learned from that type of mistake in the past, and would prefer to not go through it again.)

Here are my thoughts on it:

Like you said, Delta will only kill if he has to. He will never jump straight to murdering someone when fighting, but if the person he's fighting proves too much of a threat to their friend's safeties, then murder is a likely outcome.

This will most likely not be an outcome that they want. There is a very clear moral difference between wanting someone dead and thinking that it'd be better if they were dead - the difference being an easy one, actually. Wanting someone dead means that they've lowered themselves to a 'villains' standard (no specific reason), while thinking someone is better off dead means that someone is too big of a threat to be left alive (a specific reason). Has this person hurt him? What about hurting their friends? A great example of this would be Nightmare. Sure, Delta wants him dead, but they want him dead for a reason. There must be a reason for him to do what he has to do.

I'd also like to bring up their neurodivergence, starting with their ADHD. From my personal experience, neurodivergent people have a strong sense of personal justice - especially against people who have hurt them or loved ones. They can sometimes hyperfocus on getting revenge, which doesn't always result in murder, but it still focuses on the anger and pain they feel due to seeing close friends or loved ones be hurt. This can intensify if it's something they can relate to.

Now, along with this, their PTSD would carry through as well. This is where the morals really get fucked up. Beta has the PTSD of being murdered after trying to fight Asgore, and Sans has the PTSD of his brother being murdered over and over and over again and being completely unable to do anything about it. And they both have the shared memory of killing Chara/Frisk.

So, if they had to kill someone out of necessity, they would - but how badly would it affect them, really? Let's go through that.

First, they'd have to grapple with the sinking realization that they just took someone's life. Justified, most likely, but was it worth it?

The guilt and panic would come crashing down next as the adrenaline drop takes its coarse. They would most likely have a very violent panic attack, being too afraid to call for help or even dare to look at the blood on their hands, horrified at the dead body or dust before them. What have they done? Was it worth it?

But the panic attack will be short-lived, because after the realization kicks in, they will immediately shift focus onto clean-up - because the realization transfer from 'oh shit, I just killed someone' to 'OH SHIT, IM GOING TO FUCKING JAIL' is a large one. Blood or not, they were most likely smart enough to pick the fight with the person in a dimly-lit place with no witnesses or cameras in the vicinity. They will clean it up quickly and get rid of all evidence, including clothes. They will change clothes and develop an alibi, and immediately seek to repress their emotions until they know its safe to let out out somewhere they won't get caught. They will not get caught. Unfortunately for the victim, they are much too smart to get caught.

Once they get back to their friends, they will first check on them to make sure that they're safe and okay. That will be their first priority. Then, once they know Epic and Color are ok, they will try to play it off as normal until they can break down in private.

And as soon as they are able to, they will isolate themselves somewhere they consider 'safe', and finally break down.

And this is where the moral conflict would really begin. This would lead to two conjoined thought processes - the fear of being like their abusers, and the confidence that they are far different from them, murder or not. They will be drop-dead terrified of turning into the people who hurt them, while also trying to justify it to themselves that it was necessary, because if they didn't kill that person, then that person was most likely going to kill them or their friends. And they can't go through that again. Not if there's something that they can do about it this time.

This would most likely lead to a second panic attack, where they now have to think about the consequences of their actions. What would their friends think? What if they get caught? Should they develop an alibi and get out of it, or should they accept their fate and tell the truth? What if there was a witness or a hidden camera there? That kind of evidence is damning. Was it worth it?

They will do their best to hide it from everyone. They do not want to think about it anymore, no matter how justified it was - and how he enjoyed it so sadistically. Watching someone who hurt his friends die so easily at his hands, able to get the revenge they never got for themselves.

They would hide it until they couldn't. But then again, being unable to hide it any longer would look like them slowly opening up - maybe putting on the news and watching to see Color and Epic's reactions of the death report. Then maybe asking what they'd think of him if he killed someone.

Delta would be smart enough to never admit to anything fully. Not getting caught us about making sure no one can prove you did it, or better yet, no one knows that you did it. And if they asked directly? Give a vague answer, or just simply lie.

He does not want them to know the lengths that they will go to to protect them.

Thoughts?

I wonder if he’d feel guilty about it if it were someone like, Nightmare, or someone who did what was Cross was doing—attacking AUs, using and taking control of people. Delta’s main strategy mostly just seemed to be going around and picking fights lmao.

Would you say that Delta’s philosophy could be described as a form of Utilitarian Realism mixed with elements of Moral Pragmatism?

Apparently Utilitarianism is the moral theory that the best action is the one that promotes overall happiness and well-being, but Delta tends to take on a more realistic, sometimes harsh, approach to it. One that says sometimes harsh choices, actions and decisions must be made if it’ll serve his idea of the “greater good.” A real, “the ends justify the means” and “practical solutions to complex problems” type of fella.

Up to and including things like murder if someone won’t stop causing harm, and perhaps even sacrificing the few to save the many. Whichever will have the greatest good for the greatest many, in terms of the wide scale multiverse. And of course, how all this could be applied to the smallest good for the smallest many—his friends and family.

So he probably wouldn’t plan anyone’s murder or intend to murder someone whose being an ass or even threatening him and/or his friends, that’d likely be a horrible accident he’d feel awful about—but he will fight anyone who does something like that to anyone he holds dear. Which is an interesting mix with you throw Killer into the mix—who has the potential to be both, if he hasn’t already.

(such as attacking or manipulating Color in his higher Stages, and of course the things he did with Nightmare. Especially if Killer managed to gain such a high position as Nightmare’s right hand—Killer would have had to do a lot of horrible shit to earn that either willingly or at least enthusiastically (or it must look that way), and it’d very likely involve showing signs of such extreme loyalty that Nightmare could trust him.)

Which is definitely why i do think Delta would be willing to kill Killer (or at least attempt to) if he truly did something—and especially if he ends up back in Nightmare’s hands. He probably won’t do it in a good ending, because of course Killer is supposed to be trying and healing and it would upset Color, but he’d definitely be keeping an eye on him and be willing to fight him if he thinks he has to.

(And he’d definitely be willing to do the same for Cross too. We don’t talk a whole lot about Epic and Delta’s relationship, and Epic can definitely look after himself and hold his own, but Delta would protect and look after him too—even if that means squaring up with Epic’s “bruh.” He did it once, he’ll do it again 🗣️ 🗣️.)