#sending u all a sensory sooth

[cyberboomer]

this user got their state approved autism diploma, im legally autistic

wait til my mother hears about this teehee

[thelightofmylife]

i was writing an ask a little bit ago but i tabbed out of my phone and it deleted the whole thing (T⌓T);;

ah, no matter ! i will try again. it’s five ! @5-lover

i wanted to express my admiration for the fact that you put pieces of yourself as a whole into your inserts - that’s something i find very sweet to do, and appreciate how much care you express towards your significant other(s) !

to answer the same question in turn, i tend to use OCs, purely because i see myself in my creation (as you so mentioned !) but also enjoy a customised little backstory ! (and, also, for universes where one is not typically human - my little pony, for example - it makes a bit more sense for me !)

i had a few questions i was curious for, and were deleted in my previous draft, but i will write them out again ! i persist \o/ !!

(no pressure to answer any or all of these ! i am simply a curious thing with a love for your energy and way of word ! <3)

firstly !! — sleepwear ! i love sleepwear. have you a clue as to what your charmer would wear to bed ? maybe something matching with yourself, or something entirely different ? whatever it is, it should be cozy to rest up against !!

secondly — it’s a given you are loved as a whole, that much is true ! however, does your aventurine have a favourite ? perhaps something he kisses more oft than not, or appreciates to look at further ? or, if it’s a more conceptual thing, something he smiles at whenever it happens ? ♡

lastly — how did you come to realise your love for him ? i adore hearing such tales of things, it’s always so genuine and sweet !

i do hope you’re having a wonderful day my friend, and feel no pressure to even respond or not ! take care ! (nwn)/

Hellllooo five!!! @5-lover It’s usually why I tab out and write it on notes or my Pc but I’m too tired to reach my PC so phone it is… slowly. Thank you so much :(( for seeing the care and love I put into this, it’s a LOT,,,,, I want to live vicariously thru my self insert so I can continue to love andlove and lov.e i'm not. used to being loved. i'd rather love. so i feel afraid thinking about my f/o's loving me back. i'm so... i'm tender but i've only ever known hurt for loving and caring about people, lovers and friends alike. But almost in a nihilistic pointless way, I keep doing it because love is good but it is so scary.

i think that's sooo cute htat you have pony ocs tho ! but the way I see it is that you can also fine tune your backstory even as an SI <3 !however i think your interpretation of such is super jazzy. sorry for the late repy-ly, i could,nt sit up all day long until now basically to talk to yoooou!! agony :( i saw this and I was soooo excited to reply. uuuu...hate being Big Sicky you are so sweet and i feel i can talk to you all day so i challenge u to also answer those questions and will send sme of my own when i look thru ask games or regain energy 1) Sleep wear... https://www.youloveit.com/entertainment/3739-honkai-star-rail-aventurine-leisure-pajama-new-official-wallpapers.html this is what he canonically wears to bed ~ so hot and cute! I just want to eat him up in a non sexual way (am asexual, want to kiss him so much!!) so cute and so baby. he sleeps so innocently and cutely, but I think he enjoys silky or satin jammies, maybe even cotton,,! I will match if he can get me something sensory safe but i love my vietnamese pajamas or my wittle night gowns teehee <3 very breathable .... i treasure mornings with him

2) I...i don't know. but i like to believe he loves my kindness and sincerity towards him, when i kiss his cheeks so lovingly and giggle and hold him so tight and close he feels warm. i think he thinks i'm hilarious, and pats my head whenever i have an airheaded moment due to my sickness teehee it makes me a very silly person for what it is worth.

3) i realized it when i saw how broken we are as people and yet, he had so much love in him still. the way I see it is that two broken halves don't make a whole but we can soothe ourselves by being together, and be happy despite the horrors of the universe, and carve out a small part for ourselves. we are entitled to have a shred of happiness for our deep suffering and grief. i just feel...so connected to him in hardship. it's hard to explain cuz we're quite different but i think we need each other thanks to our personality types and what we look for in the world

thank you so much !! i had SO much fun answering, i'd love to hear back asap <3 you can reply in replies or however you wish. I want you to of course answer whatever you want or tell me what you want but I offer back 1) what is your relation to Celestia? Are you a guard, royalty that is married, etc?

2) What do your dates with the Princess look like?

3) If I were to ask Princess Celestia what's three things she is head over heels about you, what would she tell me? People often love for the most surprising reasons even if you do not expect it. We often find ourselves loving the most silly, little, endearing things about another person, even if you do not see it in yourself.

4) What would a bouquet from you to Princess celestia contain? <3

answer freely <3333 !!!! sending you much love !!

[slap-my-hand]

LG3 HEADCANONS PERHAPS 4 THAT MEME....... or any of the other lemongrabz if u wld rather ofc

OMG I’d love to talk about lg3. I could talk about any of the Lemongrabs, honestly, but I’ll start with lg3!

1. Autistic ! Being autistic myself, I really like the idea of lemongrab (1, 2, and 3) being autistic. I feel like he would have sensory issues and same foods, and it would also explain why he’s so loud ! The scene in Normal Man where he and LSP are on their date and he becomes stressed about food on the blanket: relatable. But to that same effect, there are also types of contact and other things that he really enjoys and finds comfort in!! For example: forehead nuzzles. I think those would be a very grounding and soothing stim for him. Another stim would be rocking and happy flaps!! And my personal favorite vocal stim, squeals of happiness :)) I think he would have echolalia which would be fun (because he will often quote things he finds amusing) but would also come in handy during nonverbal episodes. And there are so many more stims he would have. Sorry haha I have a lot of autistic hcs about the Lemongrabs.

2. Non-binary or genderqueer ~ I’ve seen so many hcs about lg3’s gender identity and I love them all. I personally think he wouldn’t conform to one single identity and would go by any pronouns. No real reason for this, mostly just because I love everyone’s hcs for lg3’s gender and I can never decide on one so I said “you’re genderqueer now 😎✨💖” also all the fanart I’ve seen of Lemongrab in a dress are 🥺😭 so good. But I love seeing them in different styles and clothes, so I like to think he’s fine with any presentation!

3. The headcanons where he splices halves of lg1 and lg2’s clothes together??? so good and so sad. I like to think that once he was reformed as lg3, he didn’t have much to wear and, instead of just wearing one or the other’s uniform, decided to put them together. He is a product of two wholes, so how could he choose? I think it would bring him some grief at first, battling with both of his predecessors’ pasts that make up who he is now. If he were to choose one’s uniform over the other, it would be a dishonor to them and their life. So he wears both. Eventually, he realizes the need for his own uniform, he as his own person, as lg3, and has the grey uniforms made. The diamond on his chest with the black and white triangles is made up of scarps of fabric from both of the Lemongrabs’ uniforms.

4. He is technologically illiterate. All of the Lemongrabs are. Charlie of @t4t-lumpygrab and I were discussing how awful Lemongrab’s dating profile would be. Complete with old man nostril-angle Facebook selfies posted multiple times over and the weirdest bio you’ve ever seen. Lots of screaming, bragging, at least one picture of him holding a fish. I think lg1 would have originally made the profile, but lg3 would never change it. He also has an insanely old phone system in the earldom. (I’ll draw it at some point!) like forget a flip phone, he has a Russel Tomlinson phone top box. Any time LSP calls him, she has to go through a lemon person operator before she can reach Lemongrab. He also has the oldest, dustiest computer known to man, probably a dell from pre-mushroom war that somehow still works. LSP helps set him up a Facebook (or the Ooo equivalent) at some point and he never uses it except to send lsp cat memes and post the occasional picture of the two of them.

5. Interests - I love when people assign him interests and hobbies, like farming, reading, knitting, fishing, aquaponics, gnosticism, punk music, old texts like the Iliad or war and peace, and other very intellectually sophisticated texts. I just think he’s incredibly smart and loves to seek knowledge and learn about new things. And he should be allowed to enjoy himself 💛

[anatolypilled]

anatoly hc time He has sensory processing issues bc i do as well and all i know how to do is ! Project onto characters:

- one of his main things is that he Cannot tell when it is too cold !!!!!!! it's always been a thing of his ever since he was a child. Anatoly loved playing in the snow but if his mother didn't send him out with a jacket then he'd literally just go out in a thin long sleeve and be ok. there are times where he'd sneak out and his mother would catch him playing and she'd physically drag him back inside n try n warm him up bc he used to get sick bc of this

- he hates it when ppl touch him without his permission. and there r places on his body that when touched just make him so uncomfortable and want to just tear his body parts off. everyone around him eventually learns that you Actually need to anatoly whenever u touch him or he just shuts down.

at first, molokov used to think anatoly was just overly sensitive and weird ..... but Then he started to notice how when someone would accidentally brush his shoulder or pat his back he'd freeze up and just wouldnt talk/talk very little. it started to affect his chess and molokov eventually was just .... ok this is a real thing i guess but hes good at what he does and he'll the best of us one day, i can figure something out .... so they limited handshakes and touching and stuff like that, and molokov learns to announce every time he needs to pat his back or shake his hand

it was more difficult with svetlana and his children ... he just told her outright that he didnt like. To be touched without someone asking no matter who it was and at first she was very apprehensive abt it. She did feel kinda offended mostly bc she just didnt understand? then one time they were walking in the park or something and someone just bumped into him and he shut down. they were talking and having a nice time before, but the moment That happened he just stopped. from that point on she understood, she rlly did. His kids learn to ask their father for hugs, or ask him if he would like a hug or something like that. !!!! anatoly gladly gives them that always !!!

same thing w freddie !!!! he learns rlly quick to ask him if he wanted to be held or something like that, and their sleeping arrangement is them on the complete opposite sides of the bed. its not like they dont love each other or smth .... freddie Understands

- CERTAIN CLOTHING TEXTURES MAKE HIM VERY IRRITATED ...... MOLOKOV USED TO MAKE HIM WEAR RLLY TIGHT SHIRTS AND THIS TWEED JACKET WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER AND IT MADE HIM SO. ANGRY like the texture was so rough and hard against him he just couldnt focus ????? it pissed him off so much and he'd see the other boys with their shirts and tweed jackets acting normal but He Just Couldnt. it started to affect his games and he went on a long losing streak all bc of a damn jacket, and it was distressing him a lot . But molokov rlly took to anatoly back then and once again... knew he was their best chance at winning so he let him wear a smoother jacket and looser fitting shirts. when that happened... his career just took off

- one of the reasons why he enjoys chess so much is bc of the quiet it provides. no one's talking, no one's speaking to him, no one's touching him, it's just him, the board, and his opponent. one of his favorite textures is the felt under the pieces .... whenever he takes his opponent's piece he holds it in his hand and rubs his thumb on the smooth felt there. its very soothing n comforting to him and it helps him focus

- BUT the worst thing abt chess for him is when he plays these big games and gets sensory overload. suddenly the clacking of the pieces against the board is too loud, the flickering lights are burning his eyes, the soft chatter of the crowd hurts his ears, he hears the scratching of the pencil against paper, the smell of smoke coming from the crowd, and he feels like he tastes the air around him ... tangy and metallic and Too Much and he just shuts down. it rly only happens to him when hes just overly stressed and its been a bad week for him .... just all culminates into this big meltdown where he has to leave the game and take comfort in his hotel room. there he takes off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt and paces around and around and around until hes calm. he rubs his hands on his thighs too but by then its already a nightmare bc hes already walked away from the game. sometimes molokov is able to negotiate, but sometimes he isnt and thats just that.

- anatoly really hates how hes like that. Bc he never had words to explain what he felt—he didnt understand why tweed jackets made him feel so horrible, they just did. he didnt understand why a simple unannounced brush on his shoulder made him freeze, it just did :/ nevertheless he does his best to power thru and there r ppl who actually respect his boundaries n such n ppl who he feels comfortable around !!

ok thats all for now Bye

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Hiya Morgy! Hope you doing well! If Head cannons are still open, could I request the jojos with a s/o who has been having sensory overload a lot lately? (if you want me to clarify on what that is, let me know!)

This is v v late but I’m gonna try my best to portray this as well as I can!

Jonathan:

- At first is quite overwhelmed by YOUR own overwhelmed nature because he just??? doesn’t know what to do since it happened all of a sudden and he was never faced with something of that nature before??? Fret not though because as soon as your sensory overload happens, Jonathan being the wholesome gentleman that he is, will quickly pull you to the side and away from any other people as he’d gently whisper words of comfort and love whilst tightly holding you into his big, welcoming arms.

- Whether a crowd or other certain triggers made it happen, Jonathan will be sure to remove the source of your sensory overload as often as possible. After you calmed down and he lead you to a quiet place, the man would keep his tight yet comfortable grip around you as he’d ever so gently ask you questions about your triggers and such, afraid of coming off as forceful and uneducated which would be lowkey cute, especially because of the small blush adorning his cheeks the entirety of time.

- He’d keenly educate himself on the subject in order to be able to protect and care for you properly which would be pretty fuckin wholesome tbh. Soon enough Jonathan is going to not only remove you from a stressful situation when the need arises, but also quickly identify the symptoms of your overload, taking action immediately then proceeding to calm you down as he’d make you focus on other distractions all the while slowly stroking your hair and slowly speaking to you in a soft tone as to not alarm you further. Overall, one of your best picks because he’s invested, attentive and wholesome as f u c c.

Joseph:

- Fucking disaster who freaks the fuck out the first time it happens because he’s never had anyone around him go through sensory overload right before his very own eyes and so he assumes you’re under the attack of an enemy or something. But his dumbass immediately realizes that he’s done a g r a v e mistake once he sees you trying to get away from people and so he’s dashing towards you and helping you out in less than a second whilst erratically apologizing and cursing himself for being so unaware.

- That evening Joseph will be feeling highkey guilty, the man doing his best to calm you down and soothe your nerves by holding you into his arms, talking quietly and even massaging you since he’s heard that it does, in fact, help you out in cases like these. The entirety of time Joseph will be constantly apologizing and would STILL feel just a tiny bit of guilt even after you’d keep reassuring him that it’s ok. From that day on you’ll have his word that he’s going to properly educate himself on the matter.

- After that certain incident, you bet your ass that Joseph will be significantly more aware of you and your symptoms/triggers. As much of an airhead as he is, Joseph will quickly be able to identify said triggers and will constantly be on watch, pulling you close to him and covering your ears whenever you’d pass by certain loud noises or particularly noisy crowds. He’ll do his best to remove any stressful/triggering situation and if the sensory overload DOES happen again, your ever so caring boyfriend will quickly remove you from the situation then drop everything just to comfort and calm you down. 11/10 doesn’t move an inch unless he’s ABSOLUTELY sure you’re fine.

Jotaro:

- I believe he may or may not had gone through something like this at certain points in his life. Maybe not as severe as your case, though, but still. If anything I’d say he’s got high levels of anxiety going on so even the smallest of things can be a trigger. Now even if these 2 obviously aren’t the same, Jotaro will be able to tell that something was wrong the second you’d start trembling then covering your ears. Besides the fact that he’s h e l l a attentive and knows your tics and reactions to things in general.

- He’ll wordlessly pull you away whilst shielding you from anything that was bothering you then lead you to a quiet place as he’d proceed to comfort you to the best of his abilities. We all know he’s not the best with words, but Jotaro will make sure that you know he’s there for you and that he’ll help and protect you no matter what. The man will slowly but surely run his hands all over your back and hair in a comforting manner whilst slowly telling you to calm down and that he’s got your back at all times.

- And be 100% sure that he’ll instantly learn each and every single thing that triggered your sensory overload as well. His actions always speak louder than a thousands unsaid words and doing things such as looking out for you and learning your triggers is Jotaro’s own way of showing you that he loves and cares about you. You don’t like crowds and loud noises? Good, neither does he. Spending the day in as you enjoy eachother’s company is ideal in his opinion anyway. Bright lights bug you? Jotaro will replace them with weaker ones. Literally a n y t h i n g that helped you be safe and sound he’ll do it in a heartbeat.

Josuke:

- Definitely heard of sensory overload before but hasn’t experienced it or had anyone around him experience it before, so he WILL panic but quickly pull himself together the next second and quite literally drag you by the hand away from whatever was bothering you. He’s definitely the fussy type when it comes to his close ones so you better expect him to entirely refuse to let you go from his arms no matter how many times you protest that you’ve fully calmed down,

- Educates himself on the matter further so he can meticulously prevent any other incidents in the future. Ngl Josuke will be lowkey sad to hear that you’ve been going through such tough times recently, which is why he’d quickly offer to give you lots of distractions and fun things to do if that meant you’d have lesser chances of going into sensory overload. And let me tell you, even if he’s the extroverted kind, Josuke will even go out significantly less if you were to be triggered by crowds/loud noises.

- He’ll do his best to distract you by putting on your favorite shows, bringing you plenty of snacks, dimming the lights and even speaking in a softer tone. His voice is usually booming and loud so he’d hate to cause you any further distress, like don’t even get me s t a r t e d on just how fuckin awful he’d feel if he were to accidentally trigger you by mistake. Hence why he’d try being as supportive and careful as possible, quickly removing you from stressful situations and providing you with care and comfort at all times. And god forbid if anyone ever purposefully triggers you, Josuke will literally obliterate them and send them flying into the damn sun.

Giorno:

- Your second best pick after Jonathan because this man is literally z e n. He tries eliminating each and every source of stress and anxiety from his life (which is funny considering what he does and in which environments he spends his time usualy) and you bet your ass that he’ll do the same for you. The first time he sees you covering your ears and wincing he instantly knows what’s wrong, the man ever so gently pulling you to the side whilst reassuring you that everything will be fine and that he’s there for you.

- Even if it wasn’t his fault for not knowing at first, Giorno will still feel a little guilty for not being careful enough as to prevent your sensory overload and will work his ass off in order to do so in the future. My mans literally brings out the meditation, massage and calming music. Hell, he’ll even sing/hum something in order to calm you down because let me tell you, he’s got an a n g e l i c voice but he’s just too shy to show it off in the beginning. But the second you tell him that his singing calms you down Giorno will literally do it whenever he can in order to get you to calm down.

- You can count on him 25/8 because not only is he gonna punch any asshole that tries triggering you on purpose, but he’ll educate everyone around him as to not stress you further by mistake and is actually pretty fuckin amazing at getting you to calm down after another episode. Giorno will be quick to make you some calming tea as he’d dim all the lights and speak quietly, holding and cuddling you for literal hours if that meant you’d be feeling better. May or may not go to Bruno for further advice and other methods to calm you down because that man is zen 2.0

[keilemlucent]

sorry to hear you dont feel well, sending all my love but soft hc for u that idk if it even makes sense. But basically I read somewhere once that cats can tell when you arent feeling well and they will purr to try and make you feel better which might not be true but my cat used to do that when i got migraines, but imagine keigo just holding you tight to his chest when you dont feel good and he just coos softly and they rumble in his chest like little purrs to sooth you

i love avian keigo sm, and a lil bit of cooing just gets me so melty :’’^) just as lil extra sensory comfort for you when you’re ailing. maybe a lil rumbly. soft!!

[papasbabymommyslittleone]

(Sending again cuz tumblr told me the first one couldn't. Sorry if u get a repeat)

What are u guys gonna do for sensory time?

It varies depending on Vee's mood! Sometimes it needs to be pitch black and he needs his noise cancelling ear defenders and he just stims until he feels better and I keep an eye on him in case he accidentally hurts himself.

But that's only when he's super duper overloaded, today we caught the sensory overload early which is what Vee means when he says he feels fizzy! So right now we have fairy lights and nice soothing music and I'm rocking him in my lap 💕

He's still grown-up, but big boys can like Papa Bear cuddles too! He's non-verbal but he is actually okay to type! I'm glad we caught the overload early! - 🐶

uh hi ye um jus soft lights n music and dad holdin me helps nd not talkin irl but all sensory times are kinda diferent every time depends how fizzy i am - 💜

[aty-altiria]

Bit of magic in the Museum

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

Word count: 1768

Universe: Harry Potter, Night At the Museum

Pairings: Fem!Harry/Ahkmehrah

Themes: Sensory Deprivation

Summary: It was all part of the job, look into the strange magic signature in the museum and remove it before the Muggles notices. Downside? The Muggles already had, and the cause was… well, hot. 

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Holly strode through the museum with a frown on her face.

The paperwork had been clear; for years, something magical had been occurring in the museum, and someone was supposed to look into it. At least fifty years ago, someone should have visited to learn if they needed to obliviate, remove, or just replace a magical item lost to the Muggle museum. But due to Voldemort, corruption in the ministry, and plain old human failure, no one had until Holly. Until Hermione found the report for this particular oddity and sent it off to Holly to look into.

The problem was, Holly didn't see anything magical in the museum. The whole place was calm. It was positively Muggle as she strode through the halls and looked at the exhibits with care. There were no blatant magical creatures, no runes being found and set up, no untrained wizards hidden within the staff. The museum was perfectly normal, and yet Holly knew it couldn't be. Something had been setting off their sensors every night for decades. So what was happening?

Holly smiled kindly at one of the guards to the exhibit as a closing announcement came over the system. She pretended to leave the area; clearly she'd have to take a closer look after hours if she was going to get to the bottom of this. Unfortunately, that meant she'd be late for dinner and would have to send a message to Andromeda and Teddy, so they didn't wait up.

Heaving a sigh, she slipped away from the crowds and cameras and disillusioned herself. Then, hidden and silenced in the building, Holly awaited the building's closure. It took some time annoyingly, but eventually, the Night-guards - three of them - started, and Holly started moving once more. The night-guards, as Holly had seen them, were a set of elderly guards. Avoiding them with a touch of magic was plaintively simple; they were three old Muggles, for goodness sake. However, that single benefit didn't help when Holly, after another hour, still couldn't discover the source of the magic.

And she couldn't… until; the sun set behind the horizon and darkness fell over the museum.

Holly was debating messaging Bill in the Egyptology section when a cacophony of noise exploded around her. It was like a football field worth of people had suddenly appeared all within the museum, and Holly found it quietly startling. With a soft gasp, Holly ducked behind a wall, despite being disillusioned, as the two jackal guards in the room with her sprung to life.

"Bloody hell!" Holly gaped up at the set of beasts as the unmistakable sign of magic became blatantly obvious.

Well, her reports clearly hadn't been wrong, but this was beyond what she expected. Eyes-wide, she approached the nearest jackal as her spell dropped, allowing it to see her. Its eyes narrowed on Holly as she inspected it. "Oh, this is… wow, you're amazing." The jackal paused, its head tilting like an overly large canine.

Hermione would love this. It was powerful runework mixed with countless charms. From what she was observing, this was only a byproduct of something else in the museum. Merlin, if this was only the byproduct Holly could only imagine the genuine artifact causing this to work.

"Animation charms, and oh wow, what is that. You are… wow."

But what was the source?

A bang sounded behind her, and Holly jumped a near foot in the air. Her love for runes had distracted her from her actual job and environment. In that regard, the bang was useful even if it startled her. It brought her attention to the sarcophagus and the glittering object behind it.

Holly's eyes glowed as she noticed it. In an instant, she knew the truth; it was the source of the animation. "You!"

Holly strode toward it hurriedly, went around the sarcophagus and was reaching for the golden artifact- when an ear-splitting wail escaped the sarcophagus. Holly stopped dead, heart instantly slamming into her chest, her hands stopped in mid-air, and she looked back at the coffin behind her. As her heart started to ache with the pain of that scream.

-And a voice echoed behind her.

Holly let her knees unlocked, and she instantly dropped on all fours to the floor. Her training kicked in as she snatched hold of her wand and strained her ears for the elderly voice that had sounded at the entrance of the room. She knew it must have been one of the night-guards checking the exhibit, but had he seen her? Holly hoped not as a set of footsteps echoed in the room with her. She pressed close to the shaking sarcophagus as the jackets shifted back into their spots, and the guard paused steps away from Holly's position.

"Come now, Pharaoh, you don't need to scream."

The banging grew in volume and strength, but the Pharaoh remained trapped as the Night-guard suddenly started to taunt the ancient king trapped with it. His words were harsh and filled with human cruelty, with pure mockery. Holly huffed as the night-guard eventually left without ever noticing her crouched behind the sarcophagus. As the man locked the room down to keep, likely, the jackal's in. Then- the lights shut off, and she made a face.

The lack of light didn't bother her, not really, but it certainly bothered the Pharaoh from the guards taunting. No doubt because the man had likely been trapped for centuries, in the dark, unable to move… eternally trapped- Holly's skin crawled as she stood and flicked her wand. The room lit up once more and the Pharaoh, who had not stopped screaming, paused for a second. It was long enough for Holly to tap on the sarcophagus.

"Screw him; if he won't let you out, then I will." Dead silence echoed within.

Holly's saving people thing had taken over her in quick order; she was absolutely not leaving the Pharaoh trapped a moment longer. Not even to focus on the delicious piece of magic behind her. Instead, she rounded the sarcophagus and hastily unlocked the bloody thing. Finally, with one quick shove, the lid was sent crashing to the ground revealing the mummy trapped within as the signs of his endless struggles. There were large claw marks carved into the bottom side of the lid that made her stomach twist unpleasantly.

It was more the marks that made her feel sick, rather than the actual mummy sitting up and achingly slowly turning toward her. That didn't make her nervous, not when she'd faced an army of infiri without fear.

"Do you understand me?" Holly asked with a steady voice born of experience as an Auror and a Gryffindor.

"Yes…" the mummy coughed, gasping for breath and Holly's frown deepened. That had to be from the screaming, but could air get into the sarcophagus while it was closed? She doubted it heavily.

Holly allowed the mummy some time to cough as she debated just transfiguring him a glass and handing him some water. And then he was pulling the bandages from his face, and she… she was expecting something a bit horrifying, honestly.

Horrifying wasn't what she got.

"Bloody hell, you're hot." She blurted out and immediately blushed. A blush that echoed on his- gorgeous- face. He ducked his head a bit sheepish while Holly floundered and stared. She couldn't help but stare; Holly was instantly attracted, and oh, Hermione was going to be terribly upset with her, she just knew it.

The mummy gave a broken little smile and winced as if she'd spoken too loud, or the amount of light in the room from her spell was too much to handle. Holly shot a look at the sarcophagus and added 'no light' to her list that the mummy might have suffered. "My…-" he coughed again, his whole body shaking "-thanks, my lady." And bowed to the best of his ability.

"It's no problem," Holly allowed herself to move forward; she wanted to comfort, to soothe him. Still, each sound seemed to make him flinch, and he shot her an apologetic look when she stopped.

"My apologies."

"For what?" she instantly asked.

"The- the light- and the air-" he winced again, a hand making an aborted motion toward his head, "it's a bit much… I am not myself; I should have received you properly, as my saviour so deserves."

"How about we both sit," Holly offered as she stopped at his side, "I'll get us some water, and maybe you can explain a bit about how you're… alive?"

"A simple request, I will gladly grant." As long as she didn't lock him up again, anything but that- please- he couldn't handle it anymore- please-please-please.

Holly handed him some water in a conjured cup, and he accepted it gently. He thanked her again and slowly started to explain. He spoke of a stone granted to him by his parents that it brought everything within the museum alive, and he left out little details. Like the people at Cambridge that had abused him, locked him up, and made his eternal rest hell when he dared attempt to resist. That the night guards at the museum had been the exact same. That she was the first he'd met since his death that had actually helped-

"I guess we'll have to move the stone and sarcophagus out," Holly reasoned after the tale, "then perhaps find a way to keep you properly alive during the day. The runes might need to be tweaked." She looked at the display, "if that's alright with you? I hope so because… well- you've dragged Muggles into this so, I'm going to need to do a fair bit of obliviating before we bring you back to the magical world."

"I… do not understand, Muggles? What is this term?" He'd already realized she was a sorceress, but much of what she spoke of was confusing, a shift in the times, perhaps?

Holly laughed lightly, "let's start small. Do you mind if I move you during the day? Just to somewhere a bit more secure for tomorrow night? I swear you won't be locked up again."

He instantly relaxed, and Holly knew she'd said the right thing: "yes, yes,… that sounds quite agreeable."

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SVETLANAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i’m putting this under a readmore because it’s so much™ lmao

S: How stealthy are they?

Svet is extremely quiet and unobtrusive and uses that frequently to her advantage. The fact that she’s often times nonverbal until spoken to by people she’s close to helps djfgsdfgsdf Carpets are her best friend in most situations but out on the field/doing jobs she abuses utilizes her levitate spell to keep herself quiet. She and Kas have a sort of shorthand sign language they use during work, containing things like numbers, armor and fighter types, that they use to communicate. I imagine Kas has/has tried to teach others in their group the shorthand as well. 

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

That isn’t hard, but what is hard is making her visibly annoyed and the best way to do that is by overloading her with noise. Certain noises will work better, such as rattling and scraping, particularly in combination with raised voices. Incessant questions, which always seem to happen when every single other noise on earth goes off, are also a surefire way to send her shrieking off into the void. 

E: How are they with children?

Children are hard for Svet to be around, but she more or less raised her sister Jiulia after the Exodar crash and they’re both better for it! The emotions of children are far easier for her to understand because they tend to be obvious, easy to read, and easy to soothe. The noise children tend to make, accompanied by their need for attention and/or supervision is what makes them difficult. Despite that, she will never hurt a child or anyone with children. If she finds out a mark has children, she drops the job unless there is a significant reason not to. Her favourite game to play with kids is mud potions (u kno the game…), catching bugs, finding river rocks, and pulling grass up and tossing it at one another.

T: Where are they ticklish?

Her neck is her most ticklish spot, followed by her knees and her lower back. Please don’t tickle her though, she will horse kick you in the throat and it may or may not be an accident.

L: What is their favourite board game?

If it counts, she actually really loves hearthstone!! She’s pretty good at it, but she’s a bit of a bad sport when she loses so nobody wants to play with her LMAO

A: What are their best subjects in school?

Svet is very good at math, particularly linear algebra and geometry. She’s never been good at using her words, but learns languages like nobody’s fucking business. Not counting draenic/eredun, she’s fluent in common and thalassian, and has basic conversational skills in pandaren (enough to carry a simple, casual conversation)!

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

She likes raw fruits and vegetables, yogurts and cheeses! Get ready to rinse and repeat because that’s her entire diet. Meat is hit and miss, and therefore rare in her diet, because the texture is a huge sensory issue for her. If she could get away with eating nothing but nut butters and cheese for the rest of her life, she would. Kas does not allow this (within reason ofc).

A: I’m gonna ramble because we did A already and you also used 455667 of them!

When she first learned that Julian was Kas’ son, she thought she was Obligated to be, in some way, Motherly towards him. It was incredibly awkward because they’re both adults and Julian is also a living caltrop. She made it a point to speak to him alone one day and tell him that despite the fact that the combination of his life choices and genetics made him more likely to die before her, she would still protect him because she loves Kas, and by extension, loves him. It did not work out well. Over the next couple days, she left small gifts for him on his nightstand while he was out of the estate. These included rocks she’d found, insect shells and feathers, and small bits of writing in books she’d copy down that she thought he would appreciate. It weirded him out at first, but he eventually figured out that it was her way of interacting with him and he went and got a box for all the things she’d been bringing him. Svet stopped after a while because he never told her he’d been keeping them and it hurt her!! A lot!! Many of the initial gifts were things from her own collection that she’d thought very hard about sharing. 

It wasn’t until he’d gotten into her vial of the sands, that she found out he’d been keeping them. While the group was cleaning up camp after he tore it apart in a panic, she found a small pine box crushed in what used to be his and Eli’s tent. Upon closer examination she recognized the items that fell out when pulling the wood away and was!! extremely!! happy!!! to know that he’d actually kept everything and even got a special place to keep them!!!! 

It did not make up for the fact that he drank one of her vials though. He still owes her the money for that. All the money for it. 

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FAMILY STUFF: Her mother was an Auchenai Preist and her father was a Vindicator of some renown! They both passed, before the Exodar’s departure and in the crash landing respectively. Hochrot is, as you know, her older sister, and is also now a member of the Forsaken. Svet also has a half-brother and a younger sister. Kelleus is related via their father and is about the same age as her. Svet actually raised Jiulia after the crash until she picked up everything and moved to Dalaran so that Jiulia could pursue her studies of the arcane with the best of the best. Kelleus’ mother is a paladin and lives in the Exodar. 

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She regrets not healing the wounds she’d gotten while held captive on Draenor (before azeroth dfgsdfgd), because seeing them sets her off pretty badly if she’s in anything other than a Stellar Mood. tbf though, she was fairly certain the light had abandoned her so she wouldn’t have been able to anyway [BIG SHRUG]

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She is vaguely attracted to Eli’s sister in a purely physical way, because she’s a bisexual disaster. They haven’t done anything and she hasn’t even mentioned it but like, Yeanna is attractive, okay?

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FOOD STUFF: She can only drink water at room temperature, if something can be turned into a butter/spread she’ll eat it, and apples must always have the skin on when cut into slices. Melon rinds are a tasty snack, and pickles make her want to die!

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She used Xal’atath as a simple cutting utensil for alchemy periodically. At the end of the day it’s a giant knife and worrying about cross-contamination is for the Weak. 

[gardenofyoga]

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[dearshixuns]

what do you think kyungsoo would think of yeollie/sehun being embarrassed about certain stims (like biting themselves or using fidget spinners) because they're seen as jokes or being weird?

hi wow this is a really good question, thank u for sending this to me

i have a soft spot for this subject too as i use fidget toys and watch stim vids even though it’s become a commonly used joke. i think especially sehunnie would be outwardly embarrassed about partaking in such things and yeol would get sensitive about it too. but kyungsoo would be protective and tough for the two of them and reassure them that it’s okay.

what i really think kyungsoo would do is focus on just the three of them and put the thought of anyone else out of their mind. he would nurture this environment and space where they share stimming and sensory experiences together and he tells them how proud he is of them for utilizing these methods to soothe and cope. there would be lots of collective rocking and puppy bites and placing teething toys in his favorite baby boys’ mouths, lots of his deep voice whispering in their ears in dark rooms, telling them “it’s okay, be a good boy and play with this spinner i got you, i’m so happy you like it, you make soo very proud for picking out the best and shiniest toy for you.” (because only his favorites hunnie and yeol can call him soo and he blushes from the pet name;;)

so then chanhun associate these stims and toys with their beloved hyung and it puts a smile on their face to use them, with their only thought being how this makes kyungsoo happy and calms them wonderfully and it’s something between all of them that they share.

[kindness-ricochets]

AHHH HOW ARE U SO GOOD AT MAKING THESE SNIPPETS WTF??? If wylan is ever able to learn how to fully live with all of the sensory enhancements and not be so effected by them, possibly learning to tune them out like white noise, he would be terrifying cause you could hide nothing from him. If he became multilingual???? Even worse, a absolute info powerhouse. Jesperrrrr, glad to see they’ve kinda bonded and inej here being the sympathy we needed for wy. Amazing writing like god ur just pulling all the creativity out of nowhere!!! Ur hogging the writing talent hand some over please 👋

I do my best! Thank you!

You might have been hoping for Superspy Wylan and this is more... Wesper-y, but I hope you enjoy it! (Plus if you don't, you can always let me know ;) )

Wylan kept a scarf, hat, pair of mittens, and loose coat nearby, along with sturdy boots and special socks without the itch poking at his toes. When he heard Jesper’s voice from the river, he dressed in his soft armor. It was his best effort to keep the world from hurting when the others came for him.

He met them at the kitchen door to the lake house.

“Good evening.”

“Wylan,” Kaz said.

“You don’t have to keep doing this,” said Jesper.

He wore a teal waistcoat shot through with gold. It was new. Sometimes Wylan imagined what Jesper must be up to in the city, imagined him strolling the streets of the Barrel with that easygoing grin on his face. Wylan could picture Jesper spotting the waistcoat and knowing the pattern was just his style, trying it on, checking his reflection. Jesper could be a touch vain—but Wylan didn’t fault him for that!

He wasn’t grinning now.

“I don’t mind,” Wylan said. Starting toward the boat, he asked, “Have you been to see my mother?”

“She’s well.”

Wylan would always be grateful to the man who had found and rescued his mother, even as he could spend precious little time with her. He couldn’t live in the city—the loud city, the grating city. And she seemed to feel more comfortable there. His father’s considerable estate had plenty of resources to provide a comfortable life for Marya, but… he missed her. Even more now.

“She plays the piano,” Jesper offered. “And she paints.”

“She always liked to paint…”

Wylan settled in the boat. That was the other reason he chose to live alone. Something in him was perpetually tense at the possibility of unexpected sounds, sounds that could come from anywhere, any time. Marya would have come to the lake house with him, but she still needed support after all those years, and he couldn’t. He couldn’t have so many people around him.

Even if it was nice to see Jesper again.

The boat creaked. Water sloshed, an oar grated in its rowlock. Wylan kept his eyes down. He focused on the whorls and ridges in the woodwork, tried not to hear the rush of air or smell the tinge of blood and excrement as the falcon swooped up a mouse that messed itself in terror.

“I can row,” Wylan said. He did not want to row because he did not want to touch the rough oar, feel it scour his palm. But he would.

“You’d slow us up,” Jesper said, something soft in it.

Wylan raised his hood and pressed hands to his ears as they rowed toward Ketterdam. The sounds and the scents multiplied the closer they came.

“Saints, Kaz, he can’t do this.”

“He’ll manage.”

Their voices bounced in Wylan’s head, the sounds echoing, loudest among a multitude as he tried to remember these were the ones he needed.

He can’t he’ll manage can’t he can’t he Kaz manage Saints—

It was always like this coming into the city. It was always too much. Even as Wylan adjusted to his country life, began to leave the house sometimes—he didn’t even hide with the pillow pressed to his ears anymore when food was delivered every Sunday—Ketterdam was too much. He felt the smoke of industry choking him, gagged on the glut of blood in the slaughterhouses.

“We’re here,” Kaz announced, louder than the buzz of electric lights and the voices, the ticks of wheels, the slap of cards on tables. The squelching. Wylan tried not to be judgmental of others’ activities, but it seemed like no matter what hour he visited the Barrel, he heard… intimacy.

Kaz grabbed the shoulder of Wylan’s coat, guiding him. Wylan couldn’t have done this without Kaz and Jesper. Couldn’t have come into the city. Already he was half-blind from it, his head spinning, his legs stumbling because it was too much.

This was his new life. This was his life after parem, and it made Wylan sick to his stomach. He tried to focus on the lead from Kaz’s hand and the gentle pressure from Jesper’s.

“It’s okay, Wylan.”

“Thank you.”

Ghezen, he could taste the soot and sweat permeating the city air, but he could smell Jesper, and his presence eased something in Wylan.

He could smell Kaz, too, but that did nothing to soothe his worries.

***

In a way, the ride back to the lake house was easier. Wylan barely heard or felt or saw anything, his mind whited out from exhaustion, from too much, halfway conscious. He was pretty sure he slept on the boat. Or maybe he just drifted.

“Wylan.”

A hand on his shoulder—Jesper.

“Wylan,” Jesper repeated.

He never used to call him that. It was only after he was broken that Jesper started using his name. Not ‘kid’. Not ‘merchling’.

Wylan pushed himself upright and nearly fell.

“Easy!”

Jesper caught him, rocking the boat, sending screams of details—Wylan squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s okay. You’re home now. Let’s get you inside.”

Wylan did his best to go along, to stand, to walk, to follow. He had to lean on Jesper to keep from falling. Jesper probably thought Wylan couldn’t hear his under-the-breath mumbling, or maybe he didn’t realize he was speaking out loud. But it was nice to hear that the “bastard can’t keep doing this”.

“Jesper?”

“Yeah.”

Wylan breathed a little easier inside the lake house. Here he knew everything he was likely to see, so his brain didn’t struggle to drink in every sight and scent.

“Thanks for helping me,” he said as he slipped off his coat.

“You’re welcome.” Jesper kept his voice low. He more than anyone else remembered that too much, too loud could prod painfully at Wylan’s brain, and that wasn’t easy for Jesper.

“Do you, um—do you want to stay? Tonight?” Wylan asked. He had tugged off his hat and now unwound his scarf, then wound it tidily away. “It’s… it’s a long way back…”

It wasn’t. Not really.

Jesper looked around. Right—why would he want to stay in some boring house on a boring lake? Why should someone who pulsed like the heart of the city see anything of value out here?

“Wait—you know Kaz told me to stay,” Jesper realized.

“Well…” Wylan shrugged. “I thought it might be better if you stayed because I want you to stay.”

He heard the little catch of breath in Jesper’s throat.

“Do you want me to stay?”

“Not to teach me Zemeni,” Wylan said, which was what Kaz had suggested. That Jesper could stay, that Wylan would be even more invaluable to them if he learned another language. Imagine the possibilities. “I mean, unless that’s what you want. I’d like to learn, I just… would like if you stayed.”

He wasn’t sure what had made Jesper decide he liked Wylan, only that he was so glad it happened. He had never really had friends before, any—sure, Jesper wasn’t his friend quite yet, but he seemed fond towards Wylan, and Wylan knew he liked the quick, bright sharpshooter.

“It is a long way,” Jesper agreed, grinning.