#sensory challenge

[microficmay]

Week 1: Sensory Challenge

Include at least one of the five senses in your microfic: sight, sound, smell, taste, or touch.

Examples

Her lips were softer than she thought they’d be, considering how wild the woman attached to them is. She tasted of cinnamon and something decidedly smokey. Hermione was hooked after the first taste. Bellatrix couldn’t believe the girl would be so brave as to kiss her, although she probably should’ve. The girl was Gryffindor’s Golden Girl after all.

— Lips [Bellatrix/Hermione, 58 words] by @whoreofthecottage

draco was swaddled in silks immediately after birth, even before the vernix was removed. his sheets, night clothes (they were far too fancy to be just pajamas), and favorite ribbon were all of the finest silk. his skin never suffered that abomination of rayon and polyester blend that some of his peers thought silk. and yet nothing — nothing — felt as good on his skin as harry’s tattered def leopard tee, made from the most common cotton.

— silks [Draco/Harry, 76 words] by @justthingsfromsarah

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[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Random Writing Prompts For Your Next Story | For Writers

If you need some inspiration for your next story, current WIP or even for scenes for your book. Here's a compilation of random things for you all.

A single rose petal, an ornate pocket watch, a stack of weathered letters, the scent of lavender

Candlelight flickering, a raven's feather, a worn leather satchel, an old family photograph

Frost-covered windowpanes, a gilded mirror, the taste of cinnamon, an emerald ring

A glass unicorn figurine, the sound of violin music, a tarnished key, a faded floral dress

Shifting sand dunes, the crash of ocean waves, a vintage compass, a tattered mappaemundi

Dancing fireflies, the smell of freshly baked bread, a silk ribbon choker, a velvet-bound journal

Flickering gaslight, a regal peacock feather, a stack of vintage postcards, the caw of a lone crow

Moonlight on still water, the feel of worn denim, a bronze astrolabe, the faint taste of honey

Dusty rose petals, the crackle of an old record, a leather-bound tome, the soft glow of a crystal ball

Distant thunder, the gleam of polished silver, a withered sprig of lavender, the weight of a family heirloom

[black13fox]

Pt2 showing tele tutoring! :D

what the hell, sure

part 1

it took this long to do just because i didn't have an idea how to continue it lmao (and then the motivation was depleting) but its done :D

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

ADHD vs, Autism

The Autistic Teacher

[crazed4rsonist]

Discoholic stimboard??

I tried my hardest but tbh this guy was real hard to do!! /nm /pos

[vinestaff]

[oh-stars]

Sun Rays

Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 672 words | CW: sensory issues | Rating: G

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Eddie does not like to be touched. It’s weird considering how much he touches everyone in his circle (even though Steve and Robin assure him there’s nothing weird about a boundary – they’re his friends, they have to say that). He’ll hang on Jeff’s shoulders during band practice or lay his head on Wayne’s shoulder during long car drives, but he can’t stand when the same happens to him. He can touch, but cannot be touched. 

He kind of hates it, this visceral reaction he gets to someone showing affection. It’s not so bad when he has a heads up (as if his body doesn’t vibrate with excitement whenever Steve offers his arms for Eddie to jump in to, wiggling around like a dog who doesn’t know how to express their emotions), but when it isn’t on his terms, Eddie just wants to rip his skin off. 

They’re normally pretty good about falling asleep with plenty of space between them. Eddie will cuddle Steve for a bit when they first lay down, maybe they’ll fool around a little on a good day, but then they always wedge the body pillow between them. Eddie hates touching at all during the night, especially when Steve keeps his leg out of the covers and then decides to graze his leg in his sleep. Or worse, when the cat somehow sneaks into their room and tries to suffocate him. 

It’s unacceptable, really. 

This morning, Eddie finds himself trapped. The body pillows on the floor, Steve’s laying on his stomach and hugging Eddie, arms wrapped around his middle as his head rises and falls with Eddie’s chest. There are lines from Eddie’s t-shirt carved into Steve’s sleep-warm skin, the tiniest drop of drool puddling under his bottom lip, and his hair sticking up in eighty directions. He’s adorable. 

Eddie wants to die. 

He feels so constricted, trapped under Steve’s weight and twisted in the sheets of their bed. The panic takes a hold of him quickly. He pushes at Steve’s arms, breath picking up as he whines and tries to wake Steve up. He’s about ready to rip his skin off layer by layer if Steve doesn’t. 

Steve wakes with a jolt, nearly tumbling off the bed with how quickly he moves. “Shit, Eds,” he says, voice all grumbly and syllables thick. 

Eddie tries to catch his breath as he comes down from the panic. He hates this. His body betrays him all the time and he hates it. Eddie wants to cuddle with Steve whenever he wants to, wants to luxuriate with him in their bed and take in the early morning hours, but he can’t. It’s so stupid. 

“Eddie,” Steve asks from his side of the bed. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” he squeaks out. “I’m okay. It just–”

“I know,” Steve says, “I’m sorry. It was an accident–” 

“Not your fault,” Eddie says.

“Not yours either.” 

Eddie doesn’t know about that. 

Steve lays back down, putting plenty of space between them so he’s laying in the small strip of sunlight that falls on their bed. His body looks cozy, like a lazy cat basking in the sun, but his face tells the story of his concern. He wants to reach out and comfort Eddie, but they both know that only makes things worse. 

Instead, they have to lay separately as the day comes into play. 

It’s the weekend, they have nothing to do today, so Eddie doesn’t fight Steve when he falls back asleep, this time his face smushed into a pillow. He leaves Eddie to reset, to start the day on his own terms, to figure out what his body needs. 

And after a while, when the sun rays across Steve’s back nearly covers from shoulder to hip, Eddie feels like his skin is his own enough to curl up against Steve. He drapes his body over Steve’s, much like Steve had done in his sleep, and soaks in his sunshine’s warmth to really start the day.

Touching isn’t so bad when it’s on his terms.

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing this story!

Ao3 Link

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

Ok fellow Scogue-ies, y’know how (in my previous blog before I got kicked out for who knows why 😞) I set up a prompt list to create an image for every month of September depicting Scott Summers/Cyclops x Rogue/Anna Marie and dubbed it SCOGUE-Tember?

And while I managed to eke out various images now and then, I wasn’t able to reach that number nor fulfill it in that same month of last year? to be absolutely fair i did predict i would fail 😆

Whelp,

I’m gonna try it again!🤡

Because if at first you don’t succeed,

figure out what was hindering you the first time,

readjust,

and try again until you start seeing positive results!

Or, you know, keep reminding yourself that you won’t ever see more of your fav otp’s content unless you feed your fellow shippers the food you want to be fed 😚

So!

*If you have been following my art, you know I sometimes go completely off script and submit something unrelated to the original list. I hope that is still okay!!!

**Yes you may!!! Btw my written headcanons/rants/etc are also included, but poll answer slots have limited space

Here’s the link to the original list!

[cocoabubbelle]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

Day 4: [🦇] Addams Family

Nobody asked for this:

But I did it anyway 😜

[snugpunk]

Spidersona day 4: Permanent Changes

This is a 30 day challenge to celebrate the anniversary of ATSV created by @queenofthedisneyverse

Sensory overload suuuucks, and it only gets worse when you can hear literally everything.

[moonlight0934]

Hallucinations

Shinso slips his earbuds in as he walks to his work study. Mr. Aizawa wasn’t going in to work today, which means it’s one of the few times that Shinso gets to walk by himself.

The walk itself is nice, the music blocking out the sounds of people around him makes it even nicer. He tucks his hands in his pockets until someone taps his arm. He slips one of his earbuds out.

“Hello,” the woman standing next to him says. She looks to be early twenties. She’s wearing a hero costume, or a really good cosplay. She has red hair and green eyes.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“This isn’t a great part of town. Someone your age shouldn’t be walking alone.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“I insist. Where are you heading?”

“I’m a UA student. My work study is down this way. I’ll be alright though. I’ve walked this way a lot of times. Do you work down here?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you on my patrol route a few times. You’ve just never been by yourself, so I didn’t think anything of it.”

“Yeah, I was walking with my teacher. We’re almost there anyway.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind if I keep you company the rest of the way just to be safe.”

This is really weird. Why can’t she just leave me alone?

“What are you listening to?”

“Green Day. I have a playlist that’s a mix of their songs from different albums.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I don’t know who Green Day is, are they a band?”

“Yeah, they’re an American rock band.”

“That’s cool. Which song are you listening to right now?”

“It’s called When I Come Around.”

Shinso is starting to get antsy by then, looking anywhere but at her. He drums his fingers against his thigh from his pockets where no one can see what he’s doing. Eventually the agency comes into view, and Shinso lets out a small sigh of relief. She’s been talking the entire time, but he wasn’t even really listening by then.

“Hey, I didn’t catch your name,” she randomly interrupts her original line of conversation to say.

“Oh, it’s not important. Anyway, that’s my stop. Thanks for walking me.”

“No problem. Do you have a ride home?”

“Yeah, I do. My mom is gonna pick me up,” he lies.

She seems to believe it though, because she keeps walking. He slips inside the agency.

Phew, at least she believed me. She doesn’t know what time I get off, so I don’t have to worry about seeing her again.

He heads to the main office to get his first assignment of the day. He ends up staying at work later than normal, still trying to shake off that weird feeling from earlier. He doesn’t end up leaving until almost ten thirty that night. It’s pitch black outside by then, and the streets are empty.

He leaves his earbuds out this time, just to be safe. Walking in the dark can be dangerous, even for heroes and aspiring heroes. So, Shinso walks quickly while listening to make sure that he hears any threats before they reach him. That’s how he hears someone walking up behind him. He spins around, eyes slightly wide only to find the woman from earlier approaching him.

How the hell did she find me? She should have gotten off of work by now, so why is she still out here?

“Hey, funny seeing you again. I thought you had a ride home.”

“I did, but she bailed.”

“It’s really late, sweetheart. Why were you working this late?”

“There was stuff to do. I would have thought that you would have been let off by now.”

She laughs lightheartedly.

“My agency is really understaffed, so I had to take the late shift too.”

“Ok, well, I appreciate you walking me earlier, but there isn’t anyone around. Also, I have a pretty long walk ahead of me, so there’s no way that it follows your patrol route.”

“You are so right. Just make sure that you keep an eye on your surroundings, and your ears open,” she says, then boops his nose.

Shinso flinches back, but she skips away before he can say anything about it. He shakes his head, and keeps walking. He doesn’t get far though before his hearing starts to give out and his limbs start to feel heavy.

He looks around for anything that could have caused it, or something that could be attacking him, but there isn’t anything around. The street is still empty, but his vision fades before he can figure out what’s going on.

When he wakes up, he can’t see anything, hear anything, or smell anything. He feels something against his skin, it’s slick, but nothing gives away what it actually is. Empty black covers his vision, and he can feel something in his ears. It’s blocking out sounds, and while he can feel it there, he can’t seem to move to take it out. None of his limbs are responding to the commands that he gives them.

He’s not sure how long he stays like that before his chest starts to feel tight, but it feels like a long time.

Where the hell am I? What’s happening?

Shinso can feel his breaths start to come quicker though he can’t hear it. That only makes his chest start to feel even tighter. His head starts to feel light as he tries to regulate his breathing. He feels something brush his cheek, then he hears a voice in the silence.

It sounds loud without any other noise as it says, “Shinso, my dear. What are you doing here? You should never have left home.”

Shinso swallows heavily. The voice sounds just like his mother, but she died years ago, and she always told him to pursue his dreams of becoming a hero.

“You know that your quirk was only meant for hurting people.” The voice becomes more mechanical, louder, and it reverberates through his skull.

He feels like crying, but is desperate to keep any level of composure he has. That’s when a figure appears in the darkness along with a dripping noise. The figure has white clothes that flow around her wirey frame. She looks like nothing more than skin and bones. She is all he can see in the darkness, and he can’t seem to gauge how far away from him she actually is.

She doesn’t speak, she just walks ever closer, or maybe she’s not moving at all. By then Shinso’s body is on high alert, running off of an anxiety induced adrenaline high. The longer he’s there, the more he can feel the oily substance against his skin.

The tears finally fall. He can feel them fall down his face, and he can taste the salty tears as they hit his mouth. That only makes him cry harder with his mouth tightly clenched shut. His eyes immediately start to burn, and his face starts to get hot.

Then everything is so overwhelmingly hot, and the woman is still just staring at Shinso with a blank expression. She isn’t obstructed by tears, or any other blurriness that the irritation would cause. Her face starts to distort after a while, turning it into a swirling black void as she slowly creeps closer. When she reaches him, he passes out again, or at least he thinks he does, because she’s gone when he comes back into awareness.

At least as close to awareness as he can get since it’s quiet and dark again. His skin feels odd now, almost like it’s breaking out because of whatever he’s getting touched by. There’s some kind of noise, but it’s muffled, almost like something is breaking through whatever is plugging his ears.

Then suddenly he can see again, and everything is blindingly bright. He squeezes his eyes closed, but then the objects are taken out of his ears. This time Shinso is sure that he passed out, because the noises that were splitting his eardrums apart vanished. The lights still feel blinding when he opens his eyes again, but this time the red headed woman from earlier is standing in front of him.

“Hi, sugar. Did you have a nice nap?”

Shinso stares at her with a confused look on his face.

“You look confused, dear. Let me introduce myself, and let you know what’s going on. My name is Anya, and I’m a contractor. I was recently asked by a group to learn more about your teacher. Things like where he lives, how his quirk works, and who is close to him. So far all I’ve found is you. So, you’re going to answer those questions for me, or I’m going to put you back in the sensory deprivation tank. Do you know what that means?”

Shinso nods, though he doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth.

“Alright, I figured that it would be beneficial to show you what you have to go back to before I asked any questions. So, let’s start with something simple… where does Shouta Aizawa live?”

Shinso tries to shrug, but he’s shaking too hard.

“Does he live alone?”

Shinso squeezes his eyes closed, and he can hear Anya growl.

“Answer the question. Why can my people never figure out where he lives?”

“Probably because they’re stupid,” Shinso says, his voice coming out broken, but still understandable.

She slaps him across the face, forcing him to open his eyes again.

“Do you want to go back there?”

Shinso feels himself start to shake harder, but he can’t stop it.

“You are scared. Just tell me, and I won’t make you. You can even go home after I get what I need.”

Yeah, right. You think I’m stupid.

“Now, who is close to him, and how exactly does his quirk work?”

Shinso keeps his mouth shut, trying to look anywhere, but at Anya.

“Fine, I think we’ll try another few hours in the tank, and see if you feel more inclined to be honest afterwards.”

Shinso has to bite his lip to stop himself from crying at the prospect, desperately trying to keep it together.

[sollilua-2]

* Seeing a hand-knit frisk cardigan fills you with determination.

I decided to knit a frisk inspired cardigan for this years' UTversary :D It took a lot of time to finish, but it was a pretty neat project to do.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism and Challenges with Food (part 2)

The Autistic Teacher

[katherynefromphilly]

I need an outfit for a friend’s wedding, which seems like an easy shopping task, EXCEPT:

- it’s a midsummer wedding outside and it will be balls hot

- I HATE DRESSES

- I cannot tolerate LINEN or LACE or rows of ELASTIC which is apparently in EVERYFUCKINGTHING this year

Shopping suggestions, anyone?

[woodblxssomcrowned]

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[monachopsis-11]

The less I mask the more people get upset at my word usage, the amount of times I have to hear that I’m being intense or extreme- it’s not accusations of being rude either I’m literally just speaking in a way that comes naturally to me.

Just because everything you say has an escape clause incase someone misunderstands or disagrees doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be sure of myself.

Honestly I wish people would just leave me alone. Like- it’s not only a disability when it’s convenient for you and it’s not just being awkward, I communicate differently and it’s ableist to attack me for that.