#mirror touch synesthesia

[15krixa15]

For everyone saying that qin shin Huang is blind

He's not

This is literally it.

[sentientsky]

me: [has mirror-touch synesthesia, which causes corresponding (albeit much less intense) pain in my body when i watch someone being physically harmed]

also me: i should watch a gory movie i think

[temperate-rainforest]

I thought being an empath was where you can look at someone who has an injury and feel that injury on yourself, or be around someone whose physically sick and feel the same sickness, or something to that extent, but turns out that's just mirror-touch synesthesia and I have no idea what in the fuck you guys are actually on about

[helenwhiteart-blog]

Synesthesia and sensory meltdown: is there a link?

This post really deserves to be an add-on to my last one on the topic of synesthesia, migraine and environmental sensitivities; I clearly have a lot more to say on the topic, which has been a preoccupation all week. This time, I was inspired by am Instagram post I happened to see on the morning I first began writing this on the account called @theautisticlife, which listed the differences between…

[beatbawksradio]

🪞He Listens with his Body🪞

[synesthete-culture-is]

Mirror-touch synesthete culture is hating fight scenes in shows/movies

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[therealagustd]

not sure if this is an autism related thing or a synesthesia thing but sometimes i can feel images...? like i know we can generally get the idea of what something feels like by memory... but i also get that way with other things.

i can feel silk by seeing the image, for example.

but, another thing is when i can feel a specific shade of blue - it feels like a jersey... or a specific shade of pink feels like a hard jello texture.

what is this? someone help.

[hxllhxund]

Realistically, I could never be a murderer. I feel others' pain too easily....♡

[caffeinatedopossum]

I reblogged a post about how 5×5= 25 is Friday and mentioned synesthesia and now everyone in my notes keeps saying everyone does that/everyone has synesthesia

[soapssuds]

thinking of boothill x insecure ! reader.

warnings | pre-release boothill & grammatical errors

All your life there was always someone who tore you down and made you feel lesser than those around you.

But when you met Boothill, well, you thought that maybe you could finally get the peace you've been searching for. Besides, unlike everyone else, he doesn't tell you to clean your forehead so he can place a bullet between your eyes. (You saw that as a compliment since everyone else gets threatened here and there.)

However, your scars, though invisible and deeply rooted where no one can see, are still there. Eating away at you.

And you know that someone tampered with Boothill's Synesthesia Beacon, so you know that when he says something like "cutie" it isn't something nice at all.

Which is why you couldn't stop that nagging feeling in the back of your head everytime Boothill calls you as such.

"Hey cutie-"

"Cutie."

"So, how about it, cutie?"

His tone would always be flirtatious and smooth. But, you were never good at reading people. Was he mocking you? Was he abusing his tampered beacon and using it as a chance to call you crude names without you knowing?

It always made your body tense and your eyes to look away from him.

Boothill was always quick to notice your change in demeanor when the nickname would leave his lips.

"Watch ya overthinking about now, cutie?"

Now it was one of those rare days where he didn't have anyone to chase after or a bounty to collect, and here you were sitting at a bar all by your lonesome self. And, as per usual, he didn't fail to notice your tensed up shoulders the moment "cutie" left his mouth.

"Nothing..."

"Don't be like that, cutie, go on and tell ol' Boothill what's troubling ya."

He decided to push your buttons. If you weren't going to answer him normally, then calling you cutie a bunch of times was bound to do the trick.

"Can you," you mumbles the rest of your request causing him to lean into you. Your elbows just barely touching as you gripped your class of (favorite) drink tightly. The condensation of the glass soaking your hands.

"What was that, cutie?"

He emphasized the nickname while being sure to pop the "t".

"That nickname... please stop calling me that. I know your synesthesia beacon is broken, so i-"

"Let me stop ya right there," he threw and arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. The cool metal was a stark contrast to the heat you could feel radiating off of him. It was an odd feeling.

"I got that beacon fixed a few months ago and even before I got it fixed.. when I would call you cutie or something else, it was never meant to be an insult."

You opened and closed your mouth trying to find the words to say something, anything.

HE GOT IT FIXED?!?!?!

"I- you- what?!"

He laughed at your dumbfounded expression and gave your hip a firm slap, "the expressions you make are sure worthwhile to see, cutie. Now, let's drink!"

After that, you were sad to say that your insecurities were still there. They still haunted you everytime you looked in a mirror or were around people who you genuinely thought were better than you in every possible way.

But when you were with Boothill, well, he made you feel worth it.

[helenwhiteart-blog]

A quest to know myself better though synesthesia

I’m beginning to sense that in synesthesia lies the key of so many aspects of my long running chronic pain. If I could only gain a better viewpoint of what actually happens to me when I sense things, I suspect I might be able to catch a glimpse (like some sideways-on reflection of myself reflected back at me in a shop window) of some of the causative aspects of pain where no other provocation for…

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

The Road Ahead || Qin Shi Huang

A/n: my first time writing for this character. This took me a while and I went as far as connecting to my RoR soulmate universe via Yue-Lao, so please enjoy.

Warning(s): implied death, arrogant reader, one-sided opinions, female reader, soulmates, alcohol, make-out, brief oral (f), human and god relationship, rough sex, intense orgasms, mirror-touch synesthesia, and Qi.

No Minors Allowed!!

Humans are savage. Their souls are black and twisted, consuming even those who fight to right their wrongs. It irritates you to see them annihilate themselves with no care for their lives or the ones around them. So it is no surprise that like your fellow Gods and Goddesses, you desire to see them eliminated.

On the eve of Ragnarok, you wait with bated breath as the Gods lay waste to the humans. It isn't until the 3rd match that the life of a God is wiped out, that of the Sea Tyrant, Poseidon. 

You are horrified by his defeat, not certain how a human could win against him. It certainly shows how serious humanity is about living, an action you are both confused by and in awe of.

Why do they fight so hard? 

As you contemplate the question, you carry an ornate terracotta pitcher of wine to the VIP area, as instructed by the senior God of your pantheon as a means to share their condolences to Zeus for his loss. A familiar brute with blond hair, waiting outside, sees you upon drawing near.   

    

"It has been a while," Ares states with a sad smile. 

Too long. You nod briefly. Being close to the Gods and Goddesses of the Greek pantheon has its benefits. One of which is not being immediately struck down for simply speaking to them. 

"You have my condolences, Ares," you utter. "I can not fathom your pain and anger."

He hums. 

"Thank you, my friend."

Trailing his teary eyes down your figure, he raises a curious brow. 

"What is that around your ankles?" 

You hum in question, then glance down to see what he is referring to. Tied around them is a red cord that's length stretches down the hall from which you came.

"How– I must have not noticed it."

Raising a leg, you reach down to remove the cord but it passes through your fingers as if it is intangible. Your eyes widen in concern. 

"It won't come off."

Ares suddenly gasps, gray eyes widening.  

"I know what that is. A God has tethered you."

His face turns red, an action that concerns you.

"It means that you are the soulmate to someone," he explains. "I have only recently learned about this, but a God is responsible for it."

"Why in the hell would someone want to do that?" You ask in shock. 

It makes no sense. There is no reason to pair you with another, considering the fact you are a Goddess. Soulmates are a human concept. Now you have to waste your time figuring out how to remove the cord. An air of annoyance surrounds you. 

This is unbelievable. 

"Are you not going to see who the other end is tied to?" Ares asks suddenly. 

No. Why would you?

"I am not interested," you state. "But I am curious as to who did this to me."

After a moment of deliberating, you groan. 

"Please forgive me for my rudeness, Ares. I must get to the bottom of this."

Giving him a bow, you pace back down the hall before he can stop you. You aren't certain who can shed some light on this mistake, but you imagine the Valkyries might know something, wherever they are. 

You can't promise to be civil with whoever put this damned cord on you. 

Their reasoning had better be a good one.

As far as you know, the Valkyries are partnered with the humans partaking in Ragnarok. One of them has to know about the tether. Near the waiting rooms on humanity's side, you notice someone in the hall, a man of average stature with dark hair that has a single red streak in it. At first, you think nothing of him, but after you witness him lift his foot as though he has lost something, you realize that he is wearing a blindfold. 

"Do you need help?" You ask in curiosity, approaching him.

You have never seen him before, though admittedly, he is pleasant to look at with a handsome face inked with a centipede on his right cheek. An elaborate robe hangs off his broad shoulders, giving you a decent view of his muscular body. He scratches his head with a set of golden nail guards on his right hand and hums.

"Yěxǔ (perhaps)."

You raise a brow.

"I don't–"

Cutting in, he lifts his right hand and aims his pointer and index fingers at you, then directs them down.

"I was pursuing this cord," he states.

Cord? You glance down to see a familiar cord materialize around his ankles. Following the length of it, you notice in horror that he is connected to you.

Oh shit. 

"It's you. I am tethered to you."

The man grins. 

"The road ahead has led me to you."

Your face turns red. What nonsense is this? 

"It is the work of a God. And with any sense we should have it removed."

"You would throw away a blessing from a God?" The dark-haired man asks.

You frown. It is not a blessing.

"We are merely someone's toy."

The man grins. 

"You are fortunate, my rambunctious Goddess. Because you're in the presence of an Emperor and I will aid you in whatever way I can to see it removed."

Your face heats up again. What is with this man? He speaks as if he is–

He…he is a human.

The weight of the situation smacks you in the face like a bucket of ice water. Of course, he is a human. 

"How can this be? What kind of sick joke is this?" You ask in disbelief. 

Why a human soul? It made no sense to you. 

This has to be the dumbest notion I have ever seen. As if I would fall in love with a human. An arrogant one at that.

You sigh in annoyance.

"What is your name?"

Balling his fist in front of his chest, he encircles it with his other hand and bows his head.

"Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China. Wǒ de róngxìng (it's a pleasure)."

You offer him your name and title in exchange, watching him grin in response.

"You are paired with a Valkyrie, are you not?" You ask. "Do you know where she might be?"

Qin nods.

"Perhaps my waiting room. But I have no idea where that might be."

You wonder if he had walked away not realizing that he was in his room. It must be hard to see with that blindfold over his eyes. 

"Let's just retrace your steps."

"Very well," Qin agrees.

He turns and saunters down the hall, giving you a view of his back. There is another centipede tattooed on him, running down the length of his backbone and vanishing in his robes. You have the urge to reach out and trace it with your fingertip and see where it goes, but you ignore it and follow close to the former emperor. 

Further down the corridor, you notice a massive hole damaging the ornate wall. It appears recent, but the plaster and smoke are clear from the air. How strange.

How did this happen?

Qin veers closer and steps through the hole to the other side.

"What are you doing?" You ask in disbelief. 

"Retracing my steps," he answers. 

Your eyes widen. Did he make this hole? Is he unhinged? 

Following him through the debris into another corridor with your hand over the pitcher, you notice a hole in the opposite wall too.

"Are you serious? Look at all this damage," you chastise him. 

Why are humans like this? Destructive and careless. 

"The road is where I lead," Qin states. 

You honestly have no idea what that means. With an uneasy breath, you allow him to lead you into a vacant room with a plush couch and a bed. It seems as though he tore through this room too. 

Why did he not just use the door?  

Deviating from the path of destruction, Qin sits on the couch and brings his legs onto the seat, crossing them. 

"This will do," he points out to himself. "Would you bring me that alcohol you are toting around? I'm parched."

Does he smell the wine?

"It isn't for you. I was to deliver this pitcher to Lord Zeus as a–"

"Come here," the human interrupts as he motions you closer. 

The nerve of him, Emperor or not. You narrow your eyes in irritation, but to humble him, you take a seat beside him. Between the cushion, you notice a tablet used to spectate the fights.

"The next round should be starting soon," you utter, eager to see who the Gods have chosen to avenge Lord Poseidon. 

Sliding out the tablet, you groan as Qin takes the terracotta pitcher from you. He clearly doesn't listen. You watch in annoyance as he lifts the ladle attached to the inside and takes a drink.

"Hǎo (nice)! This wine is delicious."

No kidding. 

"It was made special by the divinities in my pantheon," you mention.

"They have my gratitude," Qin states. 

It wasn't made for him. You open your mouth to chastise him again, but the tablet in your hand beeps as it comes on, showing the arena. It appears to be rebuilt in a modern city style that you have never seen before.

"Still not my turn, it seems," Qin mentions. "I grow tired of waiting."

You grin. 

"Whoever you are paired with will be no doubt strong."

"Moumantai (not to worry), I am strong too," he counters. 

And delusional. 

How does he expect to fight with a blindfold over his eyes? You raise your hand and wave it in front of his face, making him grin. 

"I can see you," Qin states.

"Then what is the reason for the blindfold?" You ask. 

The man grins and raises a finger to his lips. You tighten your jaw. 

"Keep your secrets, former Emperor. I don't care."

"Share a drink with me and I will tell you," Qin suggests. 

Didn't he hear you? Watching him set the pitcher in his lap, he dips the ladle into it and offers you a drink. To humble him, you ease closer, however, before you can reach out and take it, he gently grasps your chin and slants back your head with the ladle to your lips. 

The tart yet sweet red wine quickly pours into your mouth, but you are too far enamored in the gorgeous smile of Qin Shin Huang to swallow. And to your horror, the wine overflows and leaks down your chin onto his hand. 

Once this processes, you pull away in embarrassment, drinking it down in a rush. And to make matters worse, the emperor doesn't scold you. He merely laughs and brings his hand to his mouth to lick the wasted wine from his fingers. Your face heats up and your heart pounds against your chest in protest. What did he do to you?

 

"W-what was that? Whatever you are trying to do, you had better stop."

Qin hums.

"I was merely sharing a drink with my goddess." 

Bullshit. And I am not his. He is just a human…an incredibly attractive human, but that makes no difference. 

This has to be the work of the tether. You stand, clutching the tablet.

"We need to get this cord removed–"

"Sit," Qin orders. 

For some reason your body obeys. You don't move a muscle after that, waiting for him to react. He does so by motioning toward the tablet.

 

"I refuse to leave until I have seen the next match." 

Like a robot, you hand him the device. He takes it and grins. 

"Come closer. Watch it with me." 

You suppose he has every right to spectate. The cord isn't hurting you, though you fear whatever unwanted emotion it brings next. For the next few minutes, you sit close to Qin Shi Huang, watching the fourth round. 

As you had expected, the Greek Pantheon sent out a mighty warrior to avenge Poseidon, Hercules, the God of Fortitude. 

His opponent, however, is a man the statistic board is claiming to be an infamous murderer.

"What nonsense was that Valkyrie thinking?" You utter in disbelief, referring to Brunhilde.

"He is a fine choice," Qin claims.

You give him a look of shock. 

"Already he has withstood blows from the big guy that no human could. His understanding of the battlefield and speed make him an excellent countermeasure against his opponent," the Emperor continues. 

You sigh. This might be so, but to choose such a man as Jack the Ripper is absurd. It makes you wonder what tricks the man beside you has up his sleeves. Could it be his eyes? Does he possess something like Adam's 'Divine Reflection' or Kojiro Sasaki's 'Senju Musō'?

Lifting your arm, curiosity gets the better of you, but as your finger brushes the corner of his blindfold, he reaches up and grabs your wrist. 

"You said you would show me," you remind him. "Or am I to assume the first Emperor of China is a liar?"

He releases your wrist so that you can continue. Sinking your finger beneath the cloth, you slid it down to reveal his gorgeous, pale eyes. The centipede tattoo ends just below his right eye and each is lined in red.

"It's not a blessing or an innate ability, is it?"

"Mirror touch synesthesia," Qin answers. "If I see someone hurt then I too will receive the same injury, but inverted. It's a condition that I was born with, but I don't see it as such anymore. It is thanks to this skill that I am best suited to be a king. Because I can feel the pain of others."

You widen your eyes in shock. What a strange condition.

"That sounds unbearable."

You opt not to agree with him. His skill does suit his trade, however. A king who can empathize with his people is an effective ruler. You suppose he has that going for him at least. But to what extent?  

"Humans are still savages."

"Gods are no better," Qin states. 

Your eyes widen. He has no–

But he is right. Deities are no better. 

"We are offering you mercy," you point out. 

"By taking away the wills of man? That isn't mercy…that is control. And that notion is why we fight. So humanity can live and die as they please," Qin explains.

You have never heard it said like that. The Gods have always dictated humankind. No wonder they despise the deities.

"We never cared to ask."

Qin grins. "Because you are arrogant and afraid. And that is why we will win."

He seems so sure. You snort. 

"What is so good about being a human? We have longer lives, better lovers, and Godly powers that humans often desire." 

"Better lovers, you say," Qin repeats with a laugh. 

Is he in doubt?

"I have never met a human able to captivate me," you mention. 

While you have lusted after a few, none of them have been able to satiate your passion quite like one of your kind.

"You are not searching hard enough," Qin claims.  

As if. You snort in response. 

Raising his hand, he motions you closer. And like before, you lean in. 

"I shall show you."

Your face turns red. Is he saying that he will–

"I'll care for you like the goddess you are," Qin cuts in. His hand cups your cheek. "You have my word as an Emperor."

As appealing as this sounds, you would rather he not. But the offer you will gladly take. You are not against a fun time and this man has the charisma to lure you to the pits of Helheim with him. 

"Or fuck me like the ill-behaved woman I am." 

Qin traces his thumb over your bottom lip, then slides it into your open mouth, pressing down on your tongue. 

"How lewd you are, my Goddess."

He has no idea. Deities are often easy. A fine case in point is this moment. 

Removing his thumb from your mouth, Qin leans in to give you an open mouth kiss. He takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, humming as you kiss him back. The lingering taste of wine urges you to close your lips around him, sucking eagerly on his tongue until he breaks the kiss. You watch in confusion as he grabs the pitcher, tossing it from his lap; it shatters against the nearby wall, staining it red. 

Before you can berate him for wasting the offering to Zeus, he pulls you into his lap. One hand slides around your waist while the other cups your face, leading you into another heated make-out. The wine is far from your mind now, especially with the cock that is pressed into your crotch. 

Gods I want him. 

To emphasize your thought, you reach down to stroke him through his pants. The low moan that pours from his mouth gives you goosebumps. You want to hear him come undone. Burying your fingers in his dark hair, you angle your head to kiss him deeper, however, the kiss is interrupted once he stands with you. In shock, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulder and lock your legs around his waist. The amusing look on his face makes you narrow your eyes in irritation. It seems he's desperate to be the one in control. 

Taking you over to the bed, he sets you down and then reaches behind himself to untie the robes around his arms. You waste no time removing your clothes, tossing them to the side in a messy heap. Once Qin is bare, you scoot to the middle of the bed and motion for him to join you. He does so, spreading your legs to position himself over you. His hard cock slides against your outer lips and you tighten your jaw, eager for him to continue. 

Sliding into you, he bottoms out and hits your cervix in a way that makes your body tighten and your heart flutter. You pant softly. 

"Does this bring you solace, my ill-behaved lady?" Qin asks, gently thrusting his hips. 

You eagerly nod. Yes, so much so. He feels incredible, more than you counted on. You want more, so much– 

But to your annoyance, he suddenly stops. A look of amusement crosses his handsome features and you know something is wrong. It dawns on you too late that it's not control he's aiming for, it's your atonement. He gave you just enough to make you crave him, then he took it away. 

You fear that you have been too snobbish toward the former emperor. It did not cross your thoughts that he would try to discipline you.

"Don't make me beg," you demand.

It takes everything in you not to whine, especially with his cock stretching you so well.

"I don't want you to beg me," Qin states with a grin. "I want you to admit that you need me. Not because a God bound us, but because you want this."

Is he serious? You tighten your jaw. As much as you want to deny him, you do want this. You want to come undone by him. The moment you felt your body react to him, you knew this would be intense.

Do I have to?

Can he not feel how bad you want him? You were wet before he even put his cock inside you. 

Withdrawing from you, he snorts as you narrow your eyes in frustration. But instead of teasing you, he sinks between your thighs and runs his tongue over your clit. A surge of hot pleasure zips through your body, forcing your muscles to tighten in response. You moan and clutch the sheets beneath you. For a human, he isn't half bad.

Taking your clit into his mouth, Qin gently sucks on it, drawing desperate moans from you. He continues to play with you until your body tenses, eager to come undone. However, he does not allow it. 

You whine in response, giving him a wretched look as he sits up and wipes your arousal from his lips. His eyes are different than before, you note. A star pattern is in each pupil.

"Your eyes," you point out.  

Qin darts them across your body and grins.

"I wasn't completely honest about what I can do with these. In battle, this ability is most beneficial, but I can use them here too, to see your Qi flow."

"Qi flow?"

Your face heats up. What the hell is a Qi flow? 

"It is the energy in everything. The life force that every person and thing has." He pauses to run his fingers across your chest and stomach, grinning as you arch into his touch. "And I can see its flow. How stressed you are, your Qi is stagnant." 

And he wonders why. He's teasing you to no end. But you understand his meaning. 

"You are a cruel man," you utter. 

Qin snorts and grabs your right thigh, turning you on your stomach. Your back arches in response as he trails his fingers down your spine; the guards tickle your skin on the way down. If you weren't so turned on by his teasing, you would have choked him out.

Resting his hands on your hips, he slides his cock into you again, humming as you sigh in relief.

Every quick and rough thrust rocks your body, stimulating your clit as the mattress rubs against it. Soft moans pour from your mouth as your muscles tighten. To get a better feel, you arch your ass against him.

Why does he feel this good? A mere mortal driving you to tears as he aims to fuck you senseless. And with the tension in your stomach growing quickly, you know you won't last. 

Will he even let you cum this time?

"Please," you utter. "I need this…I need you."

You are honest. You don't want him to stop; you need him to let you come undone. The tension is driving you insane.

"Shi Huang, please."

Qin does not offer an assuring word, however, his fingers clutch your hips as he thrusts into you harder than before. It feels like he's knocking the breath from you. Half-assed moans and broken sentences escape you as the surges of pleasure begin to increase. You aren't sure, in the end, if he utters something in old Chinese due to the ringing in your ears, but the aspect alone tips you over the edge.

Your body tenses up as an intense orgasm washes over you, forcing your walls to flutter around him and your eyes to roll back in bliss. An embarrassing trail of saliva leaks onto the mattress from the corner of your mouth as your brain seems to short-circuit from the build-up.

You've never felt this way before, satisfied by a human. Why can't it last? The feeling of bliss slowly ebbs away, but the former emperor is not at all done. His thrusts are just as rough as before, rocking your exhausted body. 

He gave you what you needed, there was no reason not to do the same for him.

You arch your hips again, catching out of the corner of your eye as two of the finger guards he wears are tossed aside. A hand slides beneath your thighs and slowly a finger circles your clit.

"W-wait," you whine in protest. 

You are still rather sensitive from the orgasm, but it isn't too intense to take satisfaction in.  Small shocks of pleasure and pain consume you. A film of sweat covers your brow as you press your face into the mattress. It feels as though your body is on fire; the only comfort comes from the cool bite of the nail guards on Qin's left hand as he presses them into your hips. 

Hearing him moan in pleasure, his fingers slip from your clit as he pulls his cock from your sore walls. A rush of cum hits your upper thighs a moment later, but you don't mind. Your weight presses down onto the mattress and you lie there for a moment to catch your breath, basking in the cool air as it consumes you. 

Once you are content, you sit up on your shaking legs, turning to face Qin. He looks worse off than you. His short bangs are stuck to his forehead and his body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You reach up and slide his hair back, resting your palm against his cheek.

"Why do you look more wrecked than I feel?" You ask with a snort. 

"My condition," Qin answers. He leans his cheek against your hand. "Moumantai (not to worry), I am fine."

His condition? Mirror touch synaesthesia? You do not understand.  

"I thought it only hurt you if someone was wounded."

"It ascended long ago to the point where extreme sentiments affect me, generally unfavorable sentiments. This is a shock," Qin explains. 

Your eyes widen. Is he suggesting that you are the one who–

"Are you hurt?"

Qin snorts.

"Bù (no). It feels pleasant. A surge of lightning burst through me."

How strange. You sigh. So long as he isn't hurt. This look, however, is good on him. Qin gently removes your hand from his face and scoots to the edge of the bed. You crawl up behind him, running your finger down his spine, tracing the tattoo on his back. 

"You know, for a human, you are quite divine."

Qin laughs. 

Much to your displeasure, he stands and faces you, eyes gleaming with the same ability he used to see your flow of Qi.

"I have decided to claim you as my empress," he responds, lifting his hand toward you. 

Your face heats up. Is he serious? 

"I am not a mere human," you argue in response. "You can not just lay claim to me."

No more than he already had.  

Besides, you have no idea why you were tethered to him. It certainly wasn't for you to become an empress. You are beyond those titles. And he should be too, seeing as he is not alive anymore. 

"When I win my battle, will you accept me as a soulmate and your king?" Qin asks. 

You tighten your jaw. Is there any chance for him to win? You don't know who his opponent will be, but you are certain the Gods on the list are strong. 

Thinking back on what he had said earlier, you hum. The will to live and die however humankind desires is much stronger than you can comprehend. If Qin Shi Huang is strong enough to take on a God then perhaps the humans have a good chance to win.

Perhaps I am wrong. 

Reaching for his finger guards, which were tossed onto the bed near the top, you hand them to him. 

"Should you come out first, then I will consider it."

Qin grins. 

"Hao (nice)! Come find me after the match."

You sigh. He has your blessing.  

–

Lord Hades is dead?

You can't believe it. Qin beat him. With haste, you walk toward the infirmary, ignoring curious looks from your fellow Gods and Goddesses. It takes some convincing to see him, but once you point out the red cord, the healers let you inside. It's strange but perhaps they do not see you as a threat to him. 

Or perhaps he knew that you would accept him.

Qin is barely alive, missing his left arm. There are various lacerations across his body, but somehow he is breathing. The healers advise you that he needs assistance, so you rush to his side and take his remaining hand as they prep his bed. He's going to be in their care for a while. 

"I am here," you assure him.

Qin grins weakly and grips your hand.

"Hǎo (nice)!"

You snort. This human is a pain.

It could very well be the tether controlling me…but I will wait here as long as I need to.

"Rest, my king." 

[11queensupreme11]

In the new chapter of the manga one of the shinsengumi characters commented how Okita’s eyes glowed blue when he was fighting while also using Onigo and said that that’s also the color of the shinsengumi’s flag and all I could think was:

“OMG Percy would LOVE that!!😂😂”

Her favorite color for the win!!

she WOULD love the weird glowing blue eyes, but i think she'd be more confused at first because in the pjo verse, humans don't normally have weird glowy eyes (aside from rachel but she was a special case) 💀💀

in fact, now that i think of it, i think she'd be VERY confused about a lot of the stuff going on with the humans. like jack's eye lets him see ppl's emotions??? qin shi huang's got this "Mirror Touch Synesthesia" that hurts him when ppl feel negative emotions??? lu bu can split the sky with a single swing?????

the humans got all these weird abilities that aren't related to the gods at all; like they're 100% human, not descended from any deities or creatures, not blessed or anything, this is just some random stuff they can do naturally

hell even the simple thing like their HEIGHTS would leave her flabbergasted 😭😭😭 cuz if you go back to my height headcanons on my earlier chapters, WE GOT EIGHT FEET TALL RAIDEN

and for us that's totally normal cuz anime characters Just Be That Way, but percy's from a universe very similar to ours where humans are literally just ordinary with nothing special about them (sorry us 💀) we don't have glowy eyes, or weird synesthesia conditions, the most common heights are between 5-6 feet, and we certainly don't have super crazy strength and speed feats like these characters do 😭 hell not even the demigods in pjo verse got those weird ass physical feats 😭😭

the anime logic would just confuse the fuck outta her

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my October 2023 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. Enjoy!

Babydoll Blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (111k)

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis’ biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow (72k)

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

Every Kind of Way by halos_boat / @halohamilton (68k)

"This shouldn't have happened so many times..." Louis trails off, dropping his head into his hands.

He hears Harry shuffle across the mattress until he's behind Louis, forehead meeting Louis' back as he let's out a heavy exhale, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form down his spine.

"He's my best friend," Louis continues, "and you're his ex."

"I know," Harry says quietly.

"Why can't I resist you?" Louis whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

"For the same reason I can't resist you," Harry says, voice rough and throaty.

The kind-of friends with benefits AU where Harry lands up in the same group of friends as Louis after Louis' best friend dates Harry for a year. The first time they hook up, they agree it won't happen again. But when they do it again and decide on a casual arrangement, feelings start to get involved, and things get complicated.

Adore You by isthatyoularry / @isthatyoularry (66k)

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Mirror Touch by pink_heaven19 (58k)

“You know I can see colors in sounds, right?”

Harry nods, confused as Louis knew he would be.

“Well, I have another type of synesthesia, called mirror-touch. Have you heard of it?”

Harry shakes his head, and Louis can feel the tenseness in his shoulders and jaws slacking a little at the unexpected topic.

“It means I feel what other people feel. Literally, all the time.”

OR the one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

Where the Tide Takes You, I Will Follow by pinkcords / @pinkcords (53k)

There’s no way around his departure, their inevitable fate. Harry will leave and he will return to London and when he sits in his new flat, wherever it might be, he will think of this summer and the warmth the sun brought him and the way it felt to be loved. He will compare all his future relationships to Louis and when they fall short, he will be disappointed. Harry knows this.

Or, Louis lives in Gloucester and Harry tries to find a way to stay.

Home Calls the Heart by itsmotivatingcara / @itsmotivatingcara (44k)

A series of unfortunate events lands Louis Tomlinson in the heart of Texas. After running from his life in London and a performative marriage, he leaves a scandal in his wake. Home calls the heart, as his Nana always said. Though her words couldn't be truer when he decides to take up her offer to watch over Hyacinth ranch while she travels abroad.

He figured the worst he'd have to deal with would be the meddlesome goats, some repairs and an errant spirit or two. That is, until the gorgeous Cowboy next door makes his presence known.

or

A romcom au.

2 A.M. Texts by everysingleday / @sun-lt (30k)

Harry has just come out and, with his best friend Louis’ support, he might finally be brave enough to go on a date with the guy he’s been chatting with on a dating app. Meanwhile, there’s a cat that wants to murder Louis, a fast-approaching deadline for Harry to find a new place to live, and this minor situation wherein he and Louis can’t seem to stop making out. It’s not a big deal. Louis is just being supportive.

—

aka, a practice kissing fic.

That Shirt You Hate by isthatyoularry / @isthatyoularry (15k)

“Soph,” Louis says to his female executive assistant. “I’m making more money than ever, and I have just realised that I have no one to spend it on.”

At thirty years old, Louis is past halfway to becoming a billionaire, and he needs to find the one. He literally stumbles upon his university sweetheart.

[qveenpoppy]

onto episode 3:

so, if wolf misremembered the greenhouse thing, how can we be sure any of the memories we see via flashback are accurate? (i know that's not revealed till the end of the episode, but i just remembered it as the episode started)

muriel giving oliver advice on how to water the resurrection fern is our primary clue that his greenhouse memory is inaccurate (she also makes a little face when oliver refers to what he did, taking the plant into the shower with him (so it could receive water via mist), as "dad's tip", even though it's essentially what she'd just advised him to do (mist the plant))

am i better than the interns bc i know both who taylor swift and the three stooges are? (not that i ever really watched the three stooges, but i at least know of them and their names)

if van suffers from mirror-touch synesthesia, why did he experience a phantom seizure when emily had her real one? maybe i just misunderstand what that condition entails. i figured it was just when he touched someone that he'd feel what they do.

(nevermind, it's explained when wolf diagnoses him that it's not just through touch, but talking to - and, in that case, i guess being around - other people, where he'll feel what they feel. kinda explains the opening of the episode, where he walks in with headphones on to block out all the chaos and conflict of the people on the floor, so he wouldn't feel what they do.)

speaking of, this ties into something i noticed in the last two episodes but didn't comment on - i feel like jacob and van are very much opposites. not just in the fact that jacob's like this cocky jock type while van is more soft and sensitive. van has a lot of empathy for people, probably due to his synesthesia, while jacob kinda... doesn't. not that he has 0 empathy, he just doesn't seem to put himself in the patients' shoes all that easily, unlike van, who i guess does it a little too well. i'm not pointing this out to say one character is better than the other, but it might play into the love triangle with ericka. (also, kinda makes me wonder why jacob got into medicine at all. i know it's bc his football career ended, but why not go into another field? business? marketing? something where his occasional overconfidence would better benefit him?)

"not all memories are worth revisiting." hmm, guessing this is a reference to some messy things that happened with papa wolf? like maybe memories of him on his bad days? or how he died to begin with (assuming it wasn't actually on that camping trip)?

also laughed out loud at the campy little workout mix/"dustin from abs class" scene. god, do i live for wolfnichols shenanigans. they're so sillyyyyyy. my silly little doctor boys (who are actually old(er) men)

i think the first time i watched this episode, i figured noah (papa wolf) was lying on the couch due to a physical ailment. like he was genuinely sick from something, practically bedridden. but the show keeps implying his issues were psycho- or, probably, neurological, so was it more like a depressive episode? which was part of a bigger problem? i wanna know what was wrong with him so bad, i can't figure it out!

and also, again, if oliver shut that bad memory of his dad out, who can say what else he shut out, altered, or repressed in regards to his dad's struggles? like i said, did his dad actually die (or just disappear) on that camping trip? or did he die some other time, some other way, that oliver was aware of or bared witness to, but he blocked it from his memory bc it was too traumatic? does he have any actual responsibility for how his dad died?

[doyouknowthisdisabledcharacter]

Wanted to give my input as a disabled person with with synesthesia! (For clarity: I have chromesthesia (music to color), and grapheme (words to color)).

Personally for me and the types I have, I wouldn’t consider synesthesia to be a disability. *But* I think some types could be? Examples being: auditory–tactile synesthesia, mirror-touch synesthesia, and misophonia (which apparently might be a type of synesthesia??).

I think if the type of synesthesia someone has limits their movements, senses, and activities could be considered a disability, if that makes any sense. But I don’t think all types of synesthesia would be/should be considered a disability. My synesthesia doesn’t limit or myself or affect my life negatively while my disabilities (such as small fiber neuropathy) do. So if you’re going to consider synesthesia as a type of disability, I personally would go about it case by case and see if the synesthesia negatively affects the characters life.

Thanks to everyone for the feedback! With the input, we will accept characters with synesthesia on a case by case basis.