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yelyahnaloj · 1 year

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Childhood Senses

[Because why not? I think many of us are taught to ignore your senses when you grow up]

Taste (and texture): It took a while for me to get used to oranges. It was not sweet enough and too sour. I never liked peas. I think it was the sweet chlorophyll taste, but mostly it was the texture, how it is a little ball with a thin skin around it (I didn’t like the texture of it “popping”). Similarly, it took a while for me to get used to tomatoes (I liked ketchup and sauces though). I would also eat the “skin” and the grape insides separately by peeling off the outside. Of course, I liked salt and sugar and carbs and cheese, but almost obsessively? Like for salt I would put pinches of salt into water, and I would eat the peanut shells, and like the insides of the pistachio shells, and taste play doh, and yes, I was a booger eater. With sugar, I wasn’t really allowed sugar much as a kid, but there was a brief period when I would steal straight up handfuls of sugar straight from the bag. I didn’t like pickles. For some reason, eggs made me gag. I wasn’t a fan of scrambled eggs, but I liked them over easy or hard boiled with the yolk being the best part. I didn’t like pepper or mustard. I liked soda, but I wasn’t allowed to drink it often so the carbonation was intense for me so I would take sips of it and allow it to mellow out. I was fine with most other foods, though. I liked seafood, and almost any sort of ethnic food. I didn’t like broccoli or cauliflower, texture wise. Loved carrots and almost any fruits besides citrus. I loved bread, and I would ball it up and eat it like an apple. I liked crunching on ice.

Smell: I never had a strong sense of smell, so I am not sure what to comment on it. I didn’t mind animal smell. I wasn’t a fan of flower or perfume smells. So even some candle scents or shampoos. Mostly it was just a dislike or indifference, but perfumes can be overpowering.

Touch: I already went on about my sense of touch in the last post. I liked finger paints and playing in mud and eating food with my hands. I don’t think I liked using tools in general, I preferred direct experience to learn things. I like grass and dirt and sand. I like walking barefoot. I like peeling the bark off sticks or taking a little stick and rubbing the dirt off rocks or peeling leaves apart, etc. I liked rubber toys and bean bags and play doh. I didn’t like the feeling of sap, and I would rub my hands in the dirt to get rid of the texture. Similarly, sticky feeling of fruit juice or similar things. I liked running my hands through water, and sometimes it would distract me from doing the dishes. I was almost addicted to hugs, and sometimes wouldn’t let my friends go ( I was pretty clingy). Touch was a big part of my interactions with people, which changed when I was discouraged from that around when puberty started. I liked bed sharing, cuddling, sitting on laps, giving kisses, hand holding, picking people up, teasing. Like I didn’t even mind when people hit me across the head, because it felt good in a weird way, and I would just laugh. For some reason I would go up to one of my siblings and bite their shoulder, or I would gently bite my pets (like the dog or the ferret) (Like that was even up into my teen years). One thing with showers, the drops would startle me, which was another reason I didn’t like them. I felt the need to have things even. Like if one hand got wet, I would rub it on the other hand to make them both wet. I had a bad habit of touching and rubbing my face. I still do. I used to be a thumb sucker past 5 years old. I for some reason didn’t know that zipped up jackets (hoodies and stuff) were supposed to be a layer over another shirt and I hated the coldness of the zipper or that the zipper would pinch me as I tried zipping it up. My mom had me try on all my clothes to make sure I could tolerate the feel of them before buying, so I didn’t really have a problem of having too many uncomfortable clothes, or when I did get clothes where I mostly liked the look but the feel was uncomfortable it would mostly stay at the bottom of my draw or worn every once in a while. I didn’t really like tight clothes, or shirts that were too short or pants that were too low. So I was very much a baggy clothes, long shirts, high rise pants sort of person. I guess I wasn’t much of a fan of jeans. I did wear skirts or cargo pants or corduroys.

Hearing: I got startled by loud noises easily. Like fireworks. Or vacuum cleaners. Or flushing the toilet. Or starting the shower. It became a muscle habit to cover my ears when I heard white noise like running water or some electronics like vacuum cleaners. But I did like loud music, and listening to music on repeat. I never really liked high pitch noises, including some people’s voices. I’m a habitual eavesdropper, always was. I like rock music. Applause was too loud or too many kids yelling and playing.

Sight: In some ways I wasn’t sensitive. Like I could stare directly at the sun or into flashlights (even though you aren’t supposed to do that). Though shopping mall lights seemed to “drain my energy”. And I wasn’t really a fan of sunny days. Like I still squint a lot. I liked colors and patterns. Like tie dye and animal prints and camouflage and spots and stripes (though, those were the more boring patterns) and plaid and paisley and splatters and basically the more complex or organic the better. I especially found the color aqua to be soothing, like in the tiles at stores. I used to do this thing, I think even into adulthood, where I would only step on tiles of certain colors, which made it hard going down some aisles and I had to jump to get to the next one. I loved the color green, especially in nature. I had a phase of really liking the boldness of hot pink. I used to get transfixed by the act of handwriting, watching the pencil create shapes on paper, which made it take a long time to do homework. I liked texture. Like even dust or little splatters of stuff on things. I found it interesting. I think I had an intense stare at people, whether random people or the person I was talking to or just watching people intently, which I think people found intimidating sometimes. I had a hard time reading, especially paragraphs. I liked picture books even past the age I was supposed to be reading chapter books. I liked sorting or looking through “information”. Like sorting letters by geographic location. I liked seeing things from different perspectives, like imagining if people could walk on the ceiling. Or watching insects and imagining the world from their size.

Proprioception: I loved to climb on everything before I even knew how to walk. I liked climbing any tree with branches low and strong enough to hold me. I could climb fences. I sit most comfortably with my legs tucked under me, it’s uncomfortable to sit normally. Probably goes back to the hug thing, I liked being squished. I would bang my head on things when I was bored (I think the bounce of the headrest of a seat in the car, for example.) I was very uncoordinated though. It took a while for me to learn jump rope or how to catch a ball. I had virtually no sense of personal space. I think I was a bit rough with animals. I would clench my jaw and my muscles a lot, especially when I was excited (in pictures you can see my neck muscles tense while smiling). I would do this thing when I stand where I would balance on the outer sides of my feet. I would bend my limbs and my fingers absentmindedly. I had to have a place to put my arms because just having them at my sides didn’t feel right. I liked crawling, like crawling under bushes in the woods. Or crawling into small spaces like cupboards. I was never really good at running or very fast, so I was bad at tag and could rarely catch people. I could only tie my shoes the “bunny ears” way, to this day I have never learned the other way despite being shown a lot of times. I had a hard time with the monkey bars. It hurt my skin and my hands didn’t have a good grip, and it was hard to get the right swing and grasp to get from bar to bar. Sometimes instead I would climb and crawl on them or hang from them and go across that way (which took whole body muscles rather than just my arm/hands). I liked walking on uneven surfaces, like in the woods or I would walk on the grass next to the sidewalk. I liked using different ways to walk, even up until adulthood: like skipping or running short bursts. Walking backwards, like I had walked a whole forest trail to a waterfall there and back while walking backwards. Skipping backwards (I used to do that in school halls, only ran into someone once). I liked sitting in different ways, like with the chair backwards or with me upside down (my legs on the seat and my head on the floor) or other variations.

Interoception: I know I often ignored bodily signals. Like I had accidents until my preteens. Sometimes I just didn’t feel them. But I remember being hungry all the time as a preteen/teen.

Vestibular: I loved loved loved spinning. There was barely an upper limit to spinning because I would rarely get sick. Basically, say if I was on a tire swing, not so fast that I would fly off, so as fast as my grip was strong. I loved the swings. I liked roller skating and riding bikes. I liked spinning on chairs and spinning on my own. I liked the gentle rock of car rides turning corners, and on hilly roads my dad and I would pretend it was a roller coaster.

Temperature: !!!! I hated the heat. I would sweat so easily. I hated summers. I don’t think I was a fan of the cold, either. I think there were only narrow windows in the fall or spring where the moderate temperatures were actually livable. I preferred overcast days. Maybe light rain, but not too much or too cold. Maybe some sun, but mild sun. Like in the early day or evening, or when it is just starting to get sunny after a long stretch of cloud (I was raised in the PNW). I did of course like hot showers, but not luke warm or cold (its both just “cold” to me). Like they have to be almost scalding. I did like hot water and drinks. I liked chewing on ice.

#senses #childhood #taste #texture #smell #touch #hearing #sight #proprioception #interoception #vestibular #temperature

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charlieswebb · 1 year

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the more you think about it the more senses human actually have

#yes we have smell sight touch see taste an hear #but we also have a vestibular sense #and proprioception #a sense of how much carbonic acid is in our lungs #a sense of hunger and thirst #possibly pain?#science stuff #our body is basically designed to sense so much internal shit and we don’t even acknowledge it #weird rant i guess

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specialsaathi · 1 year

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Home based Gym ball activities: Play and learn by Pinki Kumar

A video blog by Pinki Kumar on teaching home based gym ball therapy exercises. The videos are in 2 parts. Author Pinki Kumar Pinki is a special educator, play therapist and a mother of a neurodivergent kid. She has a YouTube channel Play and learn to teach different methods and strategies. These videos are a great resource for the parents to help their child learn various skills.

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#homebasedlearning #occupationaltherapy #ot #proprioceptive #vestibular

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helenwhiteart-blog · 2 years

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Saved by Qigong, again

These constant variables in the weather are really throwing my body “off” this Spring. One minute its hot enough for shorts, the next it feels as though we have wound right to back a whole other season and I’m back into jumpers and thick socks. Sometimes, it feels like two seasons in one night; take last night, when it felt so hot and airless in our bedroom I had to open the windows wider in the…

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#articles #chronic illness recovery #Hypermobility #neuroplasticity #PoTS #proprioception #qigong health benefits #reconditioning #releasing body trauma #sensory defensiveness #stagnation #vestibular rehabilitation

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 3 months

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The 8 Senses

The Autistic Teacher

#autism #actually autistic #the 8 senses #Olfactory #tactile #auditory #Gustatory #visual #vestibular #Proprioception #Interoception #autism and the senses #sensory processing #sensory processing disorder #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #feel free to share/reblog #The Autistic Teacher (Facebook)

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sparrow-in-boots · 1 month

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thinking about, proprioception and the function of the vestibular system. in non-science terms, one's sense of balance and body position.

we know that John can hear and so can Arthur, which can roughly imply that they share Arthur's ears and very likely, the cochlea which is a vital part of the vestibular system's way of parsing out balance. if it gets wonky, we get labyrinthitis and other such issues.

so besides John knowing what's generally going on by simply uh, seeing shit, he probably senses all the tumbles and falls Arthur has as if his own body is too.

and proprioception, the sense of body position and self-movement, tied to muscles and tendons. it's how the body can tell where it is in the physical space, and it's often clunky without sight. It's why we overreach for things in the dark, and we generally sense our fingers as longer than they are.

Arthur has to mostly make do with muscle memory for things like walking, climbing, sitting up and down, etc. But I wonder how his proprioception might get messed up by John's hand and foot. In a way, he can't feel it as in touch or control, but does he sense it stretching and moving? Can he subconsciously use John's control as a guide? He has no issue walking despite not feeling a foot, or how it's position and adjustment to the ground might affect the rest of his biomechanics (don't even get me started about the interconnectedness of the human walk cycle in our entire body), so does he have some sense of proprioception on those limbs? Does John have it for the rest of his body too?

Arthur feels no pain, it's not like his tendons and nerves were physically ruptured, on the contrary cus John's getting his fair use of those limbs, but how would his body even register this? Do the both of them ever feel the need to move in tandem? Or maybe even do it without even noticing or thinking about it? Is the biological aspect of their connection slowly but surely making them synchronize in movement and gestures?

Is this how they manage to play the piano together?

#today on Pardal overthinks the silly horror podcast #me @ John: forsake the divine for the flesh and all its melodrama #malevolent #malevolent podcast #john doe malevolent #arthur lester malevolent #the intricacies of their bond make me feral

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ahxiang · 2 years

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with the focus on the revolving door again in ep 16, i just want to say a little smth abt the door as an autistic person myself.

i know some ppl are frustrated with wyw's difficulty in using the door, saying it infantilizes her and that "she's a 27 year old lawyer, she's seen a revolving door before, she knows how they work." but the thing is, it's not abt her being familiar with revolving doors at all. at least not in the way you think. it's not "oh look at this lady, she doesn't understand this door bc she's autistic." it's a sensory issue.

autism affects our senses and the way we process them. what many allistics don’t understand about autism is that we’re not just overly sensitive to sounds and bright lights. we can be underly (is that a word??) sensitive to stimulus as well and have a hard time controlling our senses. this includes all seven senses. that right, seven. there’s the five you know, but also two you probably don’t: the vestibular sense and proprioception. these two have to do with body awareness, balance, and spatial orientation. that’s why many of us walk “weirdly” (if i ever catch you saying someone walks weirdly i am coming into your house and punching you in the face) or are clumsy. we have issues with our bodies in relation to the world around us and often have a hard time balancing. i walk into walls all the time and miscalculate and walk into doorways instead of through them.

so it’s not that wyw doesn’t understand the social concept of a revolving door, but that they’re difficult to navigate through due to her vestibular and proprioceptive sensory issues. i myself have a hard time with revolving doors! so pls no more “this makes her look dumb” or “this is so unrealistic”. if wyw is bad representation and is stupid for having problems with a revolving door, then i’m an unrealistically stupid autistic that walks into walls.

#extraordinary attorney woo #eaw #sorry for the mini essay everything i write turns into a paper absjs also the bolding is so that it's easier to read for neurodivergents <3 #also i'm not gonna lie at first my internalized ableism took over and i was hard on wyw thinking she was making us look bad and stupid #and then i realized that *i* literally struggle with revolving doors and would have to get my dad to help me get through when i was younger #this show has honestly challenged my own internalized ableism and concept of what is and isn't acceptable autism symptoms to show #and y'know what? fuck the idea that there's a point where you're too visibly autistic! this show has made me love myself so much more #and has helped me through issues i didn't even realize i had! i didn't realize how much ableism i had internalized and held onto #it wasn't until i saw wyw do things that i had hated or berated myself for that i realized i was being too hard on myself #if i loved wyw then i had to love myself too! and on top of that seeing jun ho love her for who she was made me love myself all the more #i just really love this show flaws and all #tea talks #eaw autism science #1k

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kicktwine · 2 months

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no one asked me to do a specbio post on garleans but im gonna!!!! the fact that no one asked means no one can stop me!!

garlean people and hyur share a very recent common ancestor, but it’s far enough back that they should be considered distinct from like a different kind of hyur like midland or highland. They kind of adopted their place name into their “species name”. the fact is they used to be called something else, but both internally rejected the use of anything but a locator and externally so deeply associated themselves with garlemald that any notion of the name is gone. and they weren’t incredibly populous to begin with, so no one had a chance to set something else.

anyways! What’s this thing about

THIS is a small organ that has a hard keratin protrusion and is very loosely connected to the skull. most notably this eye is used for spatial recognition. The external part of it is rumored as being used for distance recognition, being able to sense better how far away something is, but Lucia asserts it doesn’t matter so. It might not matter. But the internal organ is used for proprioception! Very similar to the otolithic organ in your ears! While that will tell you if you’re accelerating or which way you’re moving, the “third eye” addition to the vestibular system tells you which way is down. The heavier calcium deposit on the inside of the organ always orients the brain to where down is and where it is in reference to you and where you’re angled in reference to Down, as long as you’re not shaking your head around like crazy to disorient yourself. If you’ve ever been on a big rollercoaster and closed your eyes the whole time, you’ll notice you can sort of tell when you’re on the loop because of the pull of gravity, but it’s hard to tell exactly where you are on the loop or if you’re tilting. Someone with the Garlean third eye will know exactly where they are in the loop, and also not get dizzy, hardly ever! Even if their ears are sending confused signals to the brain, the more rigid horn organ says no we’re fine we’re standing.

so where did this come from. Not a lot of documentation remains on the subject — some controversial studies claim it evolved for swimming. You’ll notice I called it a horn earlier, though it’s very very uncommon to actually see it grow into horn shape anymore. in 95% of people it stays a little nub shape, but sometimes can grow out or up in odd ways and maintenance is as important as cutting your nails. Some very few people out in the world are able and willing to let it grow out, where it kind of turns into a unicorn type thing? In even fewer people, funny enough more people who were cured of tempering than found naturally, a fasciation disease causes it to constantly grow in many directions, causing possible balance issues and nausea if left untreated (or if it curves back into your head that’s not good!), but it’s not a problem if you keep on top of it. If it’s left to grow it will eventually become vascularized, just like it is in the standard eye shape.

bullying jullus. Unfortunately, secret stripes are a trait that did not follow them 😔 stripeless. (maidenless voice) stripeless

#can’t growl either. growlless!#specbio #ffxiv #my art #Cid runs up and smacks Nero right on the forehead which is the equivalent of someone clapping your ears #nero voice AUGH #I think that the tempered imperials looking like horn tentacle beasts is terrifying. why are your bones like that. Stop—#anyways. I don’t like it here in fascism city but the third eye is fascinating 2 me. Vestibular organ right on the front of you #The nub also protects the organ because it’s very surface level #dangerous to get a concussion but less dangerous if your organ has a teeny helmet. It is very hard!

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 year

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*lies down for a nap*

*thinks about The Eighth Sense post by @starsickkk and @lurkingshan*

*jolts violently upright from bed*

"OH MY GOD, EIGHT SENSES"

Okay so most of us are familiar with the five senses, right?

Touch

Sound

Sight

Taste

Smell

But there are three other senses as well, at least according to this website on the sensory processing system, and this one on autism, and this one from the STAR institute, and this website on neurodiversity as well. So what are the other three senses?

6: Vestibular- This is your balance and orientation in space (x)

7: Proprioception- This is your perception of position, location, and movement of your muscles. Essentially your ability to process where your body physically is. (x)

According to Wikipedia (this is a fictional show and as such I will not be spending time looking for the original, actual, scientific journal articles) your body uses information from both proprioception and the vestibular system to understand your body's position and movement. Now the internet has not been specific/completely in agreement about whether vestibular or proprioception is 6 or 7, but multiple sites I've cited on here do list the following as the eighth sense:

8: Interoception- Internal perception. The eighth sense is what allows us to feel if we are hungry or thirsty. But it also said to be tied to how you experience/feel your emotions.

According to these website you can either be hypo-sensitive (meaning low awareness) or hyper-sensitive (meaning high awareness). People with low interoception might not be aware of pain and temperature, might not feel hungry or thirsty, and may have trouble identifying their emotions. People with high interoception may have heightened awareness of their hunger or thirst signals, might experience emotions more strongly, and might feel pain even after an injury has healed.

And it's making me think about this post from @chicademartinica about JaeWon's relationship to food. I don't think these are entirely related but, I don't know I guess I'm just thinking about whether or not there is a reason this show is named The Eighth Sense. Whether or not this show will explain the meaning of The Eighth Sense. Whether or not what we are seeing before us is real or imagined.

And because I sometimes have difficulty pointing things out and then letting it hang open for interpretation and speculation, I started digging into the idea of PTSD playing with interoception. I found this study from Frontiers in Psychology that found "the more childhood trauma participants reported, the more difficult it was for them to perceive their heartbeat after the stressor" where heartbeat was being used to define interoception. And something I do know to have a current evidence basis is that prolonged exposure to stress, particularly in childhood, is associated with greater HPA axis dysregulation (For those of you who don't know, the HPA axis controls stress) that can cause both physical and mental health problems long term.

Prolonged exposure to stress like, say, having to abandon your dreams and your passions to take over the family business?

Prolonged exposure to stress like, say, having an aggressive father?

Prolonged exposure to stress like, say, witnessing the death of your baby brother and being powerless to stop it? Living with the guilt of that for over a decade?

What I really want to know is the name of the medication JaeWon is taking because that can help narrow down the type of mental health problem he is struggling with.

Any way you play it though, I am really just curious if the name of this show is The Eighth Sense because JaeWon is missing his. Because he's numb, because he's not eating, because he's has outbursts of aggression, because he's feeling detached from people who aren't JiHyun (many of these are symptoms of PTSD by the way), because he wants people to like him and he wants to be nice, but you can see him just spend so much of his time folded in on himself. But JiHyun is lighting that spark, JiHyun is getting him back in touch with his emotions. JiHyun is making him feel happy again.

Note: Usually I would want to be more responsible about sharing science like this (ie I would be checking sources for accuracy, trying to find studies or at least looking at the studies these articles may have been inspired by, making sure these studies are published in peer reviewed journals or whatnot. But as I said before, this is a fictional piece of media and so I will not hold it to the height of scientific feasibility because this is what you find on the internet when you google this stuff so if the writers were at all informed by this concept this is probably far more likely what they would have found)

#the eighth sense #t8s #the eighth sense theories #TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS PEOPLE I WANT TO KNOW #the eighth sense meta #jaewon #jaewon x jihyun #I need the next episodes now so I can know whether or not this show is real #i honestly have no idea how we got here

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chain-link-smut · 7 months

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Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 30: First x Reader(Fem/GN) x Wild - Blind Omega

Summary: Somehow pulled into a portal after your Link, First, vanished through one, you became part of the pack of heroes. Packs took care of each other, especially when one member goes into heat and their bonded is nowhere to be found. To make things worse, you are in a dangerous era and your lack of vision brings fear. You just want Link to be with you and for the cramps to go away.

Content Warning: Omegaverse, some Linkcrest but mostly talked about than any actual action.

Word count: 2,277

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When First got sucked into a portal with nine other Links’, he prayed that you would be safe. Everyone in the village was helpful in their own way, but with your sight taken away two years ago some things had become more difficult. With your blindness and being an omega, First feared for your safety. Most Alphas were respectful and would never cross the line, but travelers were never to be fully trusted. So when you suddenly appeared in the small clearing where camp was set up, First was stunned and relieved that he got to continue keeping a closer eye on you.

Of course you had batted him away when he became too overprotective and hovering too much like everything you did could lead to a fatal injury. Before becoming blind you were a childhood friend and a soldier under him. It was the only time in Hyrule’s confusing and misdocumented history that Omegas and Alphas fought side by side. Your ability to fight didn’t change, only how you fought. Taking away one of the seven senses and the others are heightened, three to be exact: hearing, vestibular and proprioception.

Hearing became sharper, making betting games with Twilight’s wolfish hearing fun and it allowed you to increase your awareness or your vestibular and proprioception similar to echolocation. You could pick off monsters based on the smallest movements or lack of movements if the wind was blowing or sound locations changed.

All this still had First concerned over your safety. His concern only grew as the group kept switching eras, not every era was kind to their Omegas. Landing in Warriors Hyrule had to be the worst luck to have happened so far in the group's journey. Wars era was a free for all and the common folk Omegas were treated with little to no respect. Safety was in number, but the group was split after walking through the latest portal.

First, Legend and Hyrule landed far enough away from Castle Town that it was going to take more than a full day to walk there. They made sure to keep Hyrule between them both for his safety since he was an unbonded omega. First was not above stealing horses right now, especially since you were on the second day of your heat.

They stole two…

The trek took just over half a day, bringing the trio to the front gates of the castle. Guards halted them, saying that no one was allowed in under the Queen’s and Hero’s orders. First’s anger grew, casting his aura with a strong scent that had the guards shaking in their boots.

“Hey! Let them through!” Finally, a familiar voice.

Hyrule perked up, still keeping close to Legend. “Cap?”

The gates swung open to reveal Warriors and Wind. “Yep, now come on. We need to hurry.”

Wind wrung his hands together as the group made their way to wherever Wars was taking them, “Are guys okay? No one got hurt?” His eyes locked on Hyrule.

“We are good sailor.” Legend answered.

First still hadn’t said a word. His face was hardened into a stone mask, eyes held fire and his body was rigid with anxiety. He was searching for you, your scent, your voice, your voice through the bond you both were proudly on the junction of your neck and shoulder. Nothing. There was nothing, no sign of you. “Where are they?”

Wars knew who. “We put up a spell to block everything outside of a small area. Three rooms to be exact. It is just up ahead.”

Wind stopped. “I don’t think I should be allowed to go any further. This true adult stuff that I want no part in.”

Hyrule smiled softly. “I tell Four to come out here with you.” Wind was still five to six years away from his second gender kicking in and Four was a Beta. Some of the Alphas would probably come hang out with the two as well.

“Thanks ‘Rule.”

Wars and First didn’t stop for long, making it to the barrier where the other Alphas stood watch for your protection. Sky, the oldest Omega in the pack, looked a bit uncomfortable as he paced in front of Twilight. Sky looked up, sighing as he saw you. “Oh thank the goddess, you made it.”

“How are they?” First asked. Sky looked at Time, the lead Alpha. “Sky?”

Sky jumped at his name, only soothed by Twilight taking his hand. “They had done good until a few hours ago. They accepted help from Wild and me, but an unknown Alpha caught their heat induced scent and tried to break in. They have been violent since.”

Being bratty was nothing new for your heats, but actual violence only happened after you went blind. Your mind in its late heat stages was already altering and adding the lack of seeing, fear drove the lashing out. Having your bonded always kept you calm allowed you to get back to taking care of your needs.

The door to the darkened room creaked open and Wild, the lead Omega, stumbled out looking exhausted. Making Wild tired was a hard thing to do, but that was second to the busted lips and scratch on his chest. Of course Time was concerned as his bonded, but Wild assured that he was okay.

“Wild?”

Concerned, hazy eyes looked up to First. “I tried everything, even tried for omega dominance, but they wouldn’t respond to it.” He took a deep break before gawking at him. “The fuck you waiting on? Get your ass in there before they hurt theirself!”

The snap from the small omega had First making haste to the door. Opening it, the full intense scent of your heat smacked him in the face, instincts already wanting to kick in, but he needed to hold it together just for a bit. The air was thick with the smell of sex, arousal, fear and anxiety. Looking around the room and calling out through the bond, First saw you, naked and huddled in a corner with a knife. Who let you have a damn knife?!

“Omega?”

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You scurried away when the door opened again. Both Omegas had let you be, so was it Hyrule? Was it one of the Alphas to claim you? No… no none of them would ever do that. With another wave of cramps, the thoughts or hopes of who it was vanished and the fear of it not being your bonded kicked in.

You followed the sound of the boots thudding on the ground as they landed, the sound of some kind of cloth dragging behind those boots. It was getting closer. The person spoke, but all you could focus on was the boots and the pressure building in your pelvis. Grunting in pain, you lost the sound of the boots on the floor. When a hand lands on your shoulder you lashed out with the blade in your hand.

Wrist caught by whoever this was, you hissed at them, trying to push them away. That was until the scent broke through the fog. Link… it was your Link, he was here. You dropped the blade and crawled into his lap, trembling as the adrenaline died down. Pinks and soft blues were seen through the bond, telling you that it was okay, he was telling you it was okay. Even blind, your mind knew what the colors were and the feeling that went with them.

His aura covered you protectively and you could finally breathe for the first time all day. He scented you while rubbing your lower back, then your lower abdomen. His cool hands were heaven against your burning skin. The applied external pressure helped, but it wasn’t going to be enough for long. You rolled your hips in his lap saying, “Alpha please… help.” You latched your mouth to his scent gland on his neck, sucking on it to get him going.

“Be good and slow down for me.” You whimpered at his request, grabbing his hair at his nape to pull it. “I can’t fully help you yet.”

“Hurry!” Slick pooled on his clothed lap. The third day was always the most intense and you hadn’t had any relief in hours.

Feeling his emotions you whined again for him. “Okay, shh, I have you.” You heard him remove his gloves and then land somewhere in the room. You could have cried when his fingers touched your swollen sex, rubbing circles along your entrance before dipping in.

Your head flew back, exposing your throat to Link’s teeth and he nipped you a few times on the side, never on the front. He easily found the sweet spot inside you, stroking it with a “come hither” motion. His mouth stayed inches from your feverish skin, whispering praises and encouraging you to use his hand to find your release. That wasn’t hard to do with how pent up you were.

With some of the haze clearing your mind, you smiled and kissed Link’s lips. “You made it.”

“I did. Are you feeling okay now?”

“For the moment. It won’t be long until the next round hits.” Your hands drifted up his shoulders to his neck and face, feeling what your eyes used to see.

Link kissed your fingertips saying, “It looks like you had a nest, but got torn apart. Do you want to have it remade?”

“Alpha doesn’t make nests though.”

“Lead Omega can help you. Want Wild to come back?” Your anxiety spiked, remembering that you lashed out towards him. “He’s not mad at you, only wants you taken care of.” You nodded, but didn’t leave his side. He kept you behind him, to shield you away from the others on the other side of the door.

“Wild, do you mind joining us?”

With a hum and a sound of a kiss that you assumed was from his own bonded, Wild walked back into the heady scented room. It was normal for Omegas to come together during heats to help. It wasn’t like Alphas couldn’t keep up, but it helped to have horny Omegas interact with the coupling, especially during strong heats where the gap between rounds were short.

Wild, so sweet and diligent, took your hand and guided you to the center of the room, placing cushions and pillows in a large circle. He held articles of clothing from the rest of the pack towards you so you could smell and touch them before saying where you wanted them to go. It was a speedy process for you and the other well seasoned Omega.

Once the nest was made and you placed in it, Wild and you became more handsy and he took charge in bringing you pleasure, working you into the haze of heat knowing that it was going to peak within the next few hours.

The two of you chirped and trilled happily and Wild’s bubbly giggles vibrated next to your ear. “Hmmm, Alpha wants to enter.” Bonded or not, Alphas had to be given permission to enter an Omegas nest and if there was more than one, each had to give permission.

Wild left you for a moment and you could hear lips connecting and sighs. There was no jealousy with this kind of encounter. When Wild took your hand again, It was to lead you to Alpha's side so you could allow him into the space that you three would be using for the rest of the day, night and then some.

Alpha's skin was no longer clothed and his warmth, though you were still like a fire, was comforting. Oh how you missed him all day.

You barely gave him time to get inside the nest before straddling his strong lap. Your lips met his desperately as you started grinding your sex along his cock, begging to have it fill you. It wasn’t First that filled you though. Wild was behind you, three fingers deep, face nuzzling into your neck. It felt wonderful as your body responded, but even cumming again didn’t give you what you needed. It wasn’t enough.

It was only when First laid you on your back and began penetrating you that the pains went away and your mind was fully taken by your heat. Coherent thoughts were gone. All you had were sounds, smells, touches and the uncontrollable need to be bred by your mate, your Alpha.

You could smell Wild’s arousal, his scent of aching desire and could hear his slick squelching between his legs. It wasn’t the first time you had had your face between the other Omega’s legs, an Alpha lurking just outside of the nest as he was made to wait. Wild was the one to go into heat last and all the Omegas in the pack made sure to keep him company until his bonded was allowed to cross into the nest. Being surrounded by needy Omegas, spurred on by Wild’s scent, kept Time busy while Wild rested. Out of all the others Wild tasted the sweetest, like Wild Berries, honey and sweet water. The subconscious memory had you salivating, grabbing for Wild’s hips, pulling him closer.

You hollered, clinging to Wild and First when First’s knot became lodged inside you and the searing heat of cum poured into your body. Wild helped you and First get comfortable while connected and laid at your back to keep you warm and protected.

Eventually the knot would be deflated, your cramps would come back and your heat would call your Alpha back to breed you, but for now there was two happy Omegas trilling and purring as an Alpha’s chest rumbled like thunder.

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #omegaverse #first x reader #this is my first omegaverse #🫣🫣🫣

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Autistic Anime Boys Side A Round 1 Match 11

Propaganda:

Yu -

"Like all Persona protags, he hardly canonically speaks. Seems too cool for school but is actually just a cringefail guy who loves his little sis Nanako, likes to fish and make beef stew, and also likes cats. He also solves murders with his friends and forcibly teach people the power of friendship! And to paraphrase one of my mutuals, "I love Yu because he just stands there like •_• and then everyone falls in love with him. Gets accused of dating like every girl he meets, gets teased by every girl on the investigation team, has whatever he has going on with Yosuke. This kid and his autism swag". Oh yeah there was also originally gonna be an option for Yu to romance said Yosuke guy, including the confession dialogue being recorded in both Japanese and English, but it was removed because ALTUS hates gay people </3 But don't worry because there's a mod that adds this option back in because the devil works hard but gay JRPG fans work harder."

Sechs -

"As a teenager his father reveals to him that he's actually not human and then he essentially intellectualizes his own crisis toward that so hard that he talks himself into enacting a doomsday plan to make all life cease to exist so technically nobody will suffer anymore. So he takes two of his fellow wizards both of whom are absolutely infatuated with him (one of which is the closest the BlazBlue series gets to a canon gay man imo), takes a super powerful weapon from his father and in a sort of misunderstanding slash random event ends up killing him, and then the three of them flee the country and start trying to act out his plan. He pretty much just stares at people silently and only talks occasionally, when he does it's usually either a short sentence that is either blunt or vague. His magical attribute is gravity magic idk as someone with vestibular/proprioceptive sensory issues gravity magic is an autistic as hell magic to master in. He also has a funny name. In the joke route he is also written adding a sort of gap moe attribute to his tendency to not talk a lot where he stops talking in any instance where he's thrown off a social script or doesn't know what to say, and in the gatcha spinoff of course because they have to make him at least cooperate with you he tends to read as less overtly evil and more just having low empathy and a strong sense of his form of "justice." There is so much more I could say about him he's one of my favorite characters in the entire BlazBlue extended universe he's just a very cool character both as a villain and a circumstantial ally. Vote for funny guy named sex as a win for autistic emo twinks everywhere."

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #yu narukami #narukami yu #souji seta #seta souji #persona #persona 4 #sechs #xblaze #blazblue #ur right OP his name is funny

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