#weighted blanket for the ear

[eiraeths]

soap: i think i know what would fix you

ghost: fix what?

soap: in general

ghost: go on

soap: i medically burrito you in a blanket

ghost: and how is that done medically?

soap: you ever seen how vets will wrap up a kitten?

ghost: sounds like the ideal torture method

soap: that a no?

ghost: hm. no. i’m convinced, lets try it

[dailyhogz]

hi! i'm a huge fan of your work. since requests are open, have u considered drawing the head chogs wrapped up in towels like kitten purritos? i think it would be extremely cute, especially in your style!

i feel like silver would benefit from such a thing especially, considering he has anxiety and has probably never really gotten to know such comforts until recently haha. maybe shadow is biting the towel or glaring at the viewer with seething rage... but really it's all up to you! if you're not a fan of this concept then no worries, it's just something i like to picture when i'm having a bad day lol

anyway thanks for your time, and keep up the great work! i hope you have a great day!

day 66. ABSOLUTELY!!!! Hedgehog burritos!!!!

[wiickian]

Robyn.

In color!

I modified his design, his head kinda looked like a brick in the last update.

[benevolenterrancy]

As the first significant public event hosted by the Jin after Jin Guangyao's death draws near, Jin Ling is increasingly stressed about how people would perceive him and his sect. Specifically, he knows people will be watching the new Chief Cultivator and taking cues from him about how to feel about the Jin Clan in light of its hidden crimes. And Jin Ling knows that if there's one place Lan Wangji cannot tolerate visiting for any length of time, it's Koi Tower. He is not above exploiting familial connections if it means Wei Wuxian figuring out what his husband has against Koi Tower, and finding a way to coax him into staying for the three days the banquet is meant to last.

[softquietsteadylove]

I’m starving for some smuttt🤌 (any AU works) pretty pleaseeee🫶😘

"So, what was it like?" Thena asked from her position snuggled up to him. "Seeing my world?"

Gil kissed her forehead, "it was incredible, Angelfish. I'm glad you got to show me around."

"I am too," she purred into the side of his neck. "I wish you could have gotten more used to your tail."

Gil looked down at his legs at the end of the bed, under the covers. "It was interesting, I can see why legs feel so strange to you."

"Hm," she commented, in a way. She shifted and unfurled herself, letting her legs rub against his. His were hairy, which always tickled. "Legs are good for other things. And I like your legs."

"Oh, yeah?" he chuckled as she squirmed her way on top of him.

"They're strong," she settled on top of his chest and leaned in for a kiss. "Like the rest of you."

Gil laughed in his chest, jostling her faintly, but pleasantly. His hands settled on her back as he kissed her. "Is a strong tail a good sign of a suitable mate?"

It was for her, although it was a matter of personal preference. "To some."

"Well," Gil grinned up at her. His hips shifted slightly; he was getting in the mood. "I'm asking you."

She pursed her lips, trying to look coy about it. In truth, the second she saw his tail, she was - even further - in love. Its obvious strength and thickness, the shine of his pitch black scales. He had no way of knowing that the size of his fins would have been threatening to any male they encountered.

"Cuddlefish?"

She smiled, kissing him lightly again, "you were a very handsome mer."

"So," he raised his eyebrows, his fingers tapping lower, from her waist, to her hips, to her behind, "if you saw me, say, in the wild...?"

"Hm?" Her eyes fluttered closed as his fingers walked up the bottom of his shirt, to settle on her skin.

"Would you think I'd make a good mate?" he asked before latching onto her neck, where her gills would be. He had unfortunately discovered that weak spot rather early on.

"Yes," she gasped as his fingers immediately made their way between her legs, which parted for him instinctively. She raised her tailfin, letting him push his fingers in, even at their odd angle.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he cooed, kissing her neck, her shoulder, nipping under her jaw. "Especially your tail."

"Gil," she whined, moving her hips to encourage him. Tails were such an example of what made for a compatible mate. And he spoke of them so casually.

"It's so pretty, sweetheart," he crooned. He moved his fingers faster, having to move them in the opposite motion he usually did.

She rolled her hips, much like she would move them to swim with her tail on. It worked with his motions, both of them working together.

"How would you tell me you wanted to mate?" he asked, getting lost in the idea of it.

She tried not to growl at him; she was concentrating on her pleasure. And if she had seen a specimen like him in the wild, unattached, she probably would have pursued him more directly than she would like to admit. "Gil, it's happening."

He had asked her before about 'coming', but she was still confused by the word. 'Came' implied going or arriving somewhere, but she wasn't going anywhere--she was in bed with him the whole time.

"It's okay, hon, just let go," he encouraged.

His encouragement was the final push she needed. She tightened around his fingers, still moving her hips to draw out the process of her pleasure. Gil was so good at achieving it. And she had never thought of using hands in the mating process.

Gil gave her tailfin one last, affectionate squeeze before pulling his hands away. "You okay?"

She nuzzled her face into his bare chest, purring loudly. She had wanted to hear what Gil sounded like when he purred, but there was no time. She trailed her nail up his arm and the muscles of his chest.

"More?"

She nodded, still buried in him. She hoped human females also felt the need to be so surrounded by the scent and sound and feeling of their partner amidst mating. Otherwise she was just embarrassing herself.

Gil rolled them over, pulling off his underwear and helping her get his shirt over her head. He tilted his head as she rolled over, putting her back to him while under him. "Angelfish?"

She turned her head just enough to peek at him. "Like before."

This is how they would mate if he had his tail on.

She didn't wait to see the look on his face, but he granted her wish. He held her hips as he pushed his reproductive organ into her. She bit his pillow, moaning at the feeling of it. She had never felt it in this position, at this angle.

He was heavy, but he was certainly holding himself up so as to not put his full weight on her. He moved her hair out of his way so he could kiss up her back. "This okay?"

She moaned, nodding with her face in his pillow so she could inhale his scent. He trailed his tongue over the bumps in her spine, where small dorsal fins would be if they were in the water.

Gil started moving slowly at first, as he always did. Always careful, always concerned if she was comfortable. But the way he held and lifted her hips to meet his were the actions of a mate hungry for her.

She was hungry for him. She moved her hips, meeting his for every beat. She brought her knees together, feeling a squeeze below her naval when she did.

Gil seemed to know what it meant. As he pumped against her his hand moved, sliding along her lips and then rubbing circles above where they were connected.

Thena moaned, still purring from deeper within her chest. The sound was foreign to even her ears, but Gil seemed to like it, moving faster. She gasped, "Gil, yes, more like that!"

She panted for breath. Human lungs were so ridiculously limited. She dug her nails into the pillows, although she had a feeling she was destroying their pillowcases and Gil was repairing them when she wasn't looking.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned into the pillow as he gripped a plush handful of her behind, pulling so he could push deeper into her. "Seven seas, Gil, fuck!"

He liked it when she used his vernacular.

"Bite me," she whimpered. She could be mortified about it later. That feeling was creeping up on her again.

"What?"

"My neck, bite it," she panted. She picked her head up but she couldn't see straight. The warmth of her raised body temperature made her feel as if all she could see was a dreamy pink haze.

Gil lunged forward, spreading his hot, slick front over her back and latching onto the back of her neck with his teeth.

She came instantly, harder than she ever had before. It felt right for her--completing something that felt natural. Her hips moved beyond her control, rolling and swivelling and bucking against him. He also finished, and the weight of him on top of her increased. It was pleasant, though, like burying herself under the sand to be soothed during a storm.

"Y-You okay?" he sounded nervous. He moved her hair to inspect where he had bit her, as if his little human teeth could really have done any damage.

Thena moaned. She wanted to form words, but all she could do was moan, and purr, and tighten her arms around his pillow as if she were trying to drown herself in the smell of him.

Gil pulled himself off of her, although she immediately whined about missing the weight and the warmth of him. He pulled the covers up over them and wrapped his arms around her. "Thena?"

She emerged from his pillow, dragged sideways so she had to look at him. Her hair was tumbling everywhere, but Gil moved it out of the way of their view of each other.

"Is that a, uh-" he blushed faintly (always charming, her human), "mating...thing?"

She tucked her head under his chain, perhaps feeling slightly abashed as well. "If we were...you would bite my neck to secure my place under you."

"Huh," he muttered, because he was thinking very deeply about something. His fingers kept touching the spot on her neck, massaging any pain he was imagining she might feel.

She truly blushed now. "It's only done between selected mates. The bite is...a sign."

It was marked territory. She had bitten him before, but she had worried the permanent damage her teeth could do to his delicate human blood vessels.

"Oh, like," he moved his head so he could look at her, "an 'I'm yours' kind of thing?"

"Yes," she answered simply. She did not want to explain to him that it was a way of choosing a mate of all mates--that there would be no others after that mark was made.

"Well, I like the sound of that," he smiled, kissing her cheek and letting her cuddle against him again. So sweet and innocent, her human.

In truth, his mark would fade from her skin. He hadn't bit deep enough, and he probably couldn't, with the teeth he had. But he didn't need to, as far as she was concerned. He was her one and only mate, and she was happy with that knowledge.

And it wasn't as if she had to fend other mers away from him either.

[sysig]

Why, is he so pretty (Patreon)

Bonus Max ♥

[glindyupland]

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[soullikethesea]

Also, I love my plushie fox. Shout out to plushies for helping me not feel as afraid and alone.

Plushie fox feels so soothing (to some of us).

[wyrdoh]

i wish i had like a sensory deprivation room wherever i go so i could just sit in it for a minute when i start feeling crazy

[visdiefje]

Sorry for my repeated freaked out apartmentposting. It will happen again

[il3x]

i NEED to put chris elman under a weighted blanket. og lab rat too. sneaking up on him and draping the blanket over him like this

and while we're at it (breakthrough sensory accomodations). get one of these for kenzie

and let her and the Heartbroken play with yoga balls and a foam pit. they need to throw yoga balls at one another. it's the childhood they lost

[pebblezone]

I am making good progress 🦦

[colemckenzies]

making an Autism Nest in the spare room bc I don't like spending time in my bedroom during the day and i don't like Inflicting my shutdown on my gf cus she doesn't super get it anyway im getting one of those articulated slugs >:)

[transselkie]

Thinking again about how in college I didn’t mention anything about being autistic but when I told the story of how my mom had to keep all the soap and shampoo locked up when I was a toddler because I would eat and drink it if I could get my hands on it my professor looked at me and confidently said “that’s a very common sensory seeking behaviour for children who are on the spectrum”.

I learned after I graduated that her daughter’s autistic. She’d also worked with autistic kids for years so I don’t know why I thought I was so stealth. It was just so bizarre to be confidently labelled by a stranger. Not even in the “you’re a little strange. Just so unique!” way. Just a confident non-judgmental observation. Assign Autistic In Class.

[confusedlamp]

I have a problem in that I love the pressure of weighted blankets but ALSO I heat up riddiculously quickly. I am like a mini furnace and sweat too much under my regular weighted blanket. So I was thinking water is pretty dense AND it has a high specific hear capacity (takes a lot of energy to change temperature). The solution is obvious: I need a blanket made out of water.