#but. my muscles hurt
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Everything hurts oighf ouchg
#idk if its my period or if I'm sick or if its some secret third thing#but. my muscles hurt#and bones#and tummy#and head#i was playing sims but im just too tired for that#i tried watching a youtube video and just doing a puzzle or a coloring book on my phone#but it feels like my body is too heavy for itself#like im sitting down but it feels like thats a lot of effort#i need to lie down#maybe get a nap#but like i felt a bit bad yesterday n i assumed its because I'm on my period n the day before i went out with my friends n was very tired#so i was like yeah im just tired and sore after hours of walking#but today it got even worse#like i had to sit down while making breakfast and its not a thing that happens often to me#idk i hope im not sick or anything#bee buzz
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well, I can't say I expected the new chapter to feature Idia (metaphorically) going to (metaphorical) hell, getting a pep talk from his (metaphorical) Phantom brother which helps him finally move on once and for all from his brother's death, and (metaphorically) overblotting again to fight his way back out of (metaphorical) hell, only to have his darkest fear (non-metaphorically) come true when his mom goes through his computer and finds all his secret files. but I am glad it did!
also this is all a flashback for the purpose of explaining to our group what the heck is going on (whether or not any of it is getting through is another matter)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 chapter 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 chapter 7 spoilers#it's okay she said she didn't look in the password-protected folders#your secret recipes are safe#what's up guys it's IDIA TIME#red idia. redia. is this anything#(my thoughts are all over the place so this is not going to be comprehensible sorry in advance)#woooooo and his character arc is resolved!!!!#including my new favorite shroudbros interaction#idia: ortho i need to apologize for how much i must have hurt you --#ortho: whatever niisan i went to SPACE#they're so stupid. i love them so much.#not to mention idia starting to realize something is up when he pulls 3 ssrs no problem#(stares at 3 currently-running ssr pickups) twst is mocking me personally#aw man though! i forget if he had that line before about crimson muscle coming to his entrance ceremony or if that's new#either way i think that's sweet!#there's been a bit of a running subplot that idia actually really does want to be friends irl#but is too shy/anxious and convinced crimson would hate him immediately if they ever met#so idk. it was kind of a throwaway line but it still got me! when are he and lilia gonna meet for reals :(#(this will definitely involve makeovers) (this is not how idia expected their friendship to go but he has no choice now)
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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him#but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’#after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister#but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him#hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that#so he has to balance it#and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory#if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all#reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders#and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead#only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface#he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity#instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order#and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back#and help him through the after#the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order#it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost#and its his touch that brings him back to the man#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod
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Some kind of cosmic joke...
#in stars and time#isat#isat loop#isat siffrin#isat the universe#isat isabeau#isat odile#isat mirabelle#isat bonnie#my art#my hand hurts but thisis finally done#skipping glowweed day to finish this :muscle: fuck it we ball#isat spoilers
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you belong to me and i belong to you and so on
#river dipping#ts4#ts4 edit#theodore doe#matthias evanoff#a burning house to live in#echthroi#have been editing this so slowly throughout the day bc this vaccine shot has been kicking my ass 😔#but looking at mattodore kissing for so long is no hardship trust me i’ve been having a blast#ummm what else do i wanna say here before i go back to watching catfish and downing acetaminophen…….#oh!!!#i got an ask yesterday night that i wanna reply to once my muscles stop hurting so bad 🚶#so know that i’m gonna work on it!#just… 🧎 it will take me a bit#i’ve just been sitting here staring at a wall thinking abt it but my brain is nawttt functioning v well atm lmao#i have started replying but didn’t get very far before i was like. none of this is any good jdgshdhhdd#so. will start over when i bounce back!#…i also just realized it’s pretty late uhhh so if you see this then <3 a little kiss#i love posting things when ppl aren’t online apparently#i do it so often jfhsjfhfj oh well#for the mattodore fans out there here u go 💐👨❤️💋👨
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i think being run over by a steamroller would fix my aches and pains
#to clarify; this is not a suicidal thing#this is a 'my bones and muscles hurt and i need full body compression' thing
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I can get why yutus so afraid of azul. He's heard a hundred stories about a suave, smug, but clingy octopus and then he meets him and hes this possessive little swinderler who's trying to get him to sell his soul to him and fuck his parent lmao
referencing the tags on this ask about this au
Tako Yutu didn't have the easiest time as a kid.
He was a chubby little thing raised by a single parent who didn't have the clearest memories of his father, or of their past at all really. I wrote Yuu and Yutu as being a sort of outcasts in the community because people thought they were strange, and were skeptical of Yuu's amnesia. Azul! Yutu was really bothered by that, much like his dad he got bullied and sought solace in books, but unlike him Yuu decided to enroll Yutu in some martial arts classes and hey. He was pretty good at those, his submission holds are real bad news, even won him some competitions. But he's not some muscle head even if he sort of looks like one (he didn't really drop his baby weight so much as he did bulk up) so when he gets his first real look at his father... everything in him is screaming that this guy is sketchy. He knows that Azul and the twins are watching him even if he can't see it outright and to make matters worse, when he asks his parent about him they make a face. A face Yutu knows well that he thought was reserved for the annoying nosy couple who lived next door to you and not his father. His father who Yuu's few memories had made sound wonderful; his father who was supposedly talented and hard working, smart and proud of it, but so desperately in love with his parent they still longed for him with broken memories in a completely different world. His father who Yuu had said he was so much like.
"He's not a bad guy." Yuu says and Grim huffs.
"Don't listen to them Henchuman 2." Yutu has no idea how he feels about Grim calling him that. "Azul's reeeeeeeal bad news. If he's interested in ya' it can only mean one thing, he's after your tuna and he's after your magic."
"That's two things." A smooth voice says at the same time he does and for once, Yutu sees surprise on Azul's face when he tries to make eye contact and not carefully calculated confidence.
"Well they do say great minds think alike." His father says and extends a hand. "But I must say you didn't strike me as the shy type, it is Yutu right?" The way he says it, the way he shakes his hand, Yutu knows he at least suspects him. So he smiles and makes sure to make his handshake just a touch too firm when he responds.
"That's right." Yutu is impressed that Azul doesn't flinch even slightly when he pulls back his hand, if anything his little action makes his smile wider. "And not so much shy as just curious and knowing better than to poke my nose where it doesn't belong."
"Not until you've asked anyway." Azul really isn't content with letting him remain ambiguous, he thinks nervously glancing back to Yuu. "But still there really is no need to bother the prefect over such trivial things, if you have questions about me you can just pay me a visit at the Mostro Lounge. My door is always open to poor unfortunate souls such as yourself." Azul smiles at him and adjusts his glasses and Yutu is... impressed even if the thought of being alone with this man terrifies him. But he's going to have to be eventually, Azul really wants to talk to him for some reason and Yutu finds himself wondering if he's going to find it possible to lie, or just what price he will be expected to pay to have the privilege of keeping his secrets.
But when he looks at the way Azul talks to Yuu... he isn't sure if he likes it but he does find it funny. Azul is so horrendously down bad and Yuu is so unaware of it (there's a part of him that thinks Azul might be a little bit jealous of him which he finds really funny). And Yutu understands why Yuu likes Azul so much. He is everything they remembered him being: smart, ambitious, and motivated. It makes him a little more secure in his existence even if he doubts that Azul will like having a son like him. But that's ok too because a son like him is exactly what's needed to make sure his parents get to stay together in this timeline.
now if only he can convince him to stop bugging him for his real name
#<3 asks#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#future kid au#azul ashengrotto x reader#i was in a big azul phase when i wrote all this au stuff so azul and riddle yutu are more fleshed out than some of the others#idk i like talking about this au#and it is nice to be able to post something since my current work is still fighting me for every inch i am so sorry#meh i had a um picked out for azul yutu that required him to have a lot of physical strength to not get hurt using it#so he sort of needs to be stronk ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ but he still feels self conscious because his dad is a smort guy who dislikes muscle heads#... not that i think azul would hate yutu because he is extremely smart and good at reading people and more importantly#he's his c:#and that's really what matters#sorry for the essay in the tags i should be asleep
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I've been known to do Juju's voice to mess with folks, so lately I've been considering making a Juju vtuber and returning to Twitch to stream as them (in-character???) just to see what happens
problem is, that's an awful lot of set-up for something I'd do maybe once or twice and then never do again lol!!!
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I went to visit my soon to be office. Using the metro with a wheelchair SUCKS but at least I don't have to change trains. Everyone was super accommodating (A couple people did push me/touch my chair without permission though) but overall it went well. Those historic buildings are surprisingly accessible. Rolling on the cobblestones suck though.
I'll miss doing fieldwork everyday but in the long term this is better for my health. I'll still volunteer to do macroinvertebrate surveys but I won't have to push myself to work outside if I'm not feeling well.
I'm hoping to focus on at-home bug rearing once I get my own place. So I'll still be a disabled naturalist, just less frequently outside.
#wrenfea.exe#i need to get a smartdrive my arms hurt#my fibro makes it so no matter how strong my muscles get they still get sore and fatigued from even a little exertion
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Palpitations of the Heart
Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader | WC 1.1k
cw: description of panic attack (followed by comfort)
Miguel helps you through a difficult time.
Thank you so much to my beta reader @hdmis you helped me so much with this!
It wasn't uncommon to find yourself here on long nights that followed an even longer day. Something about the darkness- its stillness- allowed your mind to wander. The quiet gave no barrier to the flood of unwanted thoughts that came with the night. Each one intrusive, pushing you further into that space where you're no longer in control. Suddenly it all hits you; stomach twisting, heart racing, your vision becomes hazy.
Before you realize it, you're reaching out for something, anything, to ground you. You try to focus your breath, each more shallow than the last. The thunder of your heart, intrusive as it pounds in your ears. You make for the door, needing to get away from this feeling, to just move. In your daze, you collide with something firm, the sensation stealing your attention for a moment.
"-heart." Your ears try to focus on the voice, head bowed.
"Sweetheart. I'm right here." He waits to touch you, watching to see if you're with him.
You reach out, taking his forearm to brace yourself. This was a bad one. It felt as though everything around you was phasing out.
"I'm not going anywhere." He murmurs as he looks down. Your fingers curled tight around his wrist, locked in an iron grip.
"Everything's gonna be alright." He reassures, voice measured as to not give away his concern. Miguel was no stranger to anxiety, that feeling that everything could come crashing down at a moment's notice, you had that in common. Though it was hard for you to let him in, with time he learned more, understood better, and tried his best to be someone you could come to when things were dreadful.
You're brought out of your thoughts as you feel muscles tense beneath your grip.
"I'm so sorry-" you partially manage as your hands release him, but your apology is cut short by two weighty arms wrapping themselves around you. Shaky breaths leave your body as your heart booms against your ribcage.
"Can you breathe with me?" Miguel asks as calloused hands rub the sides of your arms. Your only response is a deep exhale, an attempt at gaining some control.
"Okay, with me now." He looks you over, the way your eyes screw shut, how your breath rakes through your body, you are trying your best. Miguel guides you, taking note that you're only able to last half way through his instructions before your sucking in another breath.
"You're doing so well." He reassures, voice horse, giving away the fact he had been sleeping not long before finding you. His hands leave your sides, giving you space. After a few attempts you're able to breathe alongside him, gaining some stability.
Watching as his chest rose and fell in time with your own. You were grateful that your breath was under control, but the horrible feeling of dread hadn't subsided. It made you feel so meek. Mind continuing to fill with intrusive thoughts, you reach forward to place a hand on Miguel's chest. That's when the tears came.
A surprised look comes over Miguel, but soon after, his hands move to your back as he presses you against his sternum. Your hands clasped against your chest as you shudder into the crook of his neck. As your cries rake through your body, Miguel's hand cradles the back of your head, his other rubbing soothing circles onto your back.
"It's alright love, let it all out," He consoles with quiet empathy. Concern laced across his furrowed brow, throat tight as he repeats his reassurance, he worries for you. He's learned that in times like these, the best thing he could do is this. Be here.
His thumb rubbed small circles behind your ear as he held you. He could tell you were coming down, sobs replaced with sniffles. Slowly, you lift your face from his shoulder, snot following. Eyes growing wide as you realize how soaked his shirt had gotten.
"m' sorry I got you all…" you barely manage, your throat strained after all that had happened. Then your weight shifts. Miguel reaches forward, cupping your face.
"Don't worry about it." He says, pressing his forehead against yours. You suddenly feel hot, embarrassed by the thought of the snot and tears covering your face and now potentially his.
"Wait, I don't want to get you dirty, let me-" your cut short by Miguel taking the hem of his shirt and bringing it up to your nose.
"Here, blow." He offers.
"What- I'm not a kid come on." You laugh at his offer nugging his hand.
"I know, but you still got a little..." he cracks a sheepish smile.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" You groan, taking the hem of his shirt from his hands and giving it one good blow.
"There. Happy?" You look up, only to be met by Miguel's stifled laughter.
"I am." He says as he plants a kiss on the top of your forehead. You try and fight back a smile, but you can't help it.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, taking your hand in his, concern still filling his eyes.
"Could we sit here a little longer, maybe later..." you bury your head beneath his chin, placing your hands at his sides.
"Of course." He says, wrapping his arms around you.
You both stay like that well into the night, sharing laughs and a few more tears as your anxieties slowly drift away.
You're lying with your cheek pressed against Miguel's chest when you hear a rumble. Leaning back you find his lips parted as another snore escapes them. A smile pulls at your lips; you carefully attempt to stand, wanting to grab a blanket for the both of you. Your movement halted, as an arm wraps its way around your back. You look up, warm brown eyes meet your own, his lids heavy with sleep.
"Where are you going?" Miguel grumbles out, letting his eyes close once more. You could see just how exhausted he was. The floor of your living room wasn't the best place to call it a night.
"Lets go to bed Miggy" you whisper, hoping he won't protest. With some grumbles and a few groans, you both stand and carefully make your way to the bedroom. Once you're under the covers, Miguel pulls you to himself, your back meeting his sternum as warm arms hold you in place. His breathing was soft and slow, already having fallen back asleep.
Slowly you settle in, listening to his breath, finding comfort in his chest's rhythmic rise and fall. You soon follow Miguel, drifting off to sleep.
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x gn!reader#im trans so i always imagine things with that as the default but this is a gn reader fic!!#atsv#panic attack#comfort#hurt/comfort#just want to take a big ol nap on this dudes chest#muscles are so soft when relaxed#also trying out a new layout#did a lil illustration for header while i was at it#idk if i like it tho... feels like it implies the readers race is white and that is not my intention ;-; i want it to be open to everyone#without implication
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A study
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Miscellaneous Roughs of Iterators
#gore#robot gore#rain world#rain world looks to the moon#looks to the moon#rain world no significant harassment#no significant harassment#rain world five pebbles#five pebbles rain world#my art#fanart#Ironing down more designs for Rain World!! Always and forever hehe#Also yes that's what Moon 'intestines' look like#They're more sponge-based insulation meant to cool her puppet down#Ironicly they tend to overheat after the collaspe but having them outside get the job done like before#It doesn't hurt her having them out but it they give her a pinching sensation#As for the tongues my process was 'I should give her a tongue' 'What if she had 12 for the 12 full moons' and the rest is history hehe#Lastly for Five Pebbles that's his nervous system exposed though his semi-transparent stomach :}#It rest calmly in his 'liquid' muscles and blood
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vampire bats share mouthfuls of blood to other bats they’re close to if they weren’t able to feed and now i need old vampire!ghost sharing a bloody kiss with fledgling!soap, giving him mouthfuls of blood bc his fresh fangs are too sensitive to bite with
it’s been so long since he was turned that ghost’s forgotten the deep ache that comes with growing fangs and he almost worries when johnny goes to bite into the meal he’s brought him only to whimper and pull back; only the slightest pinpricks of a bite left in the man’s neck, barely enough to bring blood to the surface
it’s only when johnny whines and massages at his gums that ghost realises his oversight; crooning at his sweet mate in reassurance. he’s not upset that he couldn’t feed, at the unintentional rejection of his offering. he’ll make the pain stop
ghost pulls the man to his mouth and sinks in his fangs, sucking in a heavy mouthful and drops the now paralysed prey back to his feet; his throat steadily gushing with blood and spilling over his body
he cups johnny’s face, looking into his eyes, teary with pain and hunger, and purses his lips to carefully drip the blood into his mouth. the pain immediately vanishes from his eyes, replaced with pure bliss as he opens his mouth wide; curling his tongue to catch every drop. ghost presses his mouth to his in a hungry, blood-filled kiss; tongues twining together as they share the taste
johnny sucks the last of it from his lips and ghost guides him down to lap at the prey’s neck; licking up the blood he was too weak to draw himself. he’s ravenous with it, his whole face covered in red as he licks up the spill and suckles at ghost’s bite
ghost’s filled with an overwhelming pride at having provided for his mate in an even deeper way than just hunting for him. he spilled the blood johnny’s drinking; fed him in the most intimate way their kind knows and he’ll do it a hundred times over for his love
#pet peeve time i hate the vampire ‘licks a bite to stop it bleeding’ trope bc it biologically doesn’t make sense#if anything a vampire’s saliva would have an anticoagulant effect to /stop/ a bit from clotting so they can drink more#anyway back to bloody kisses lmao#thinking about the actual biological difference between humans and vampires and how much it would /hurt/ to grow a pair of fangs#like the human mouth isnt meant to have teeth that big or muscles strong enough to to support them#or the increased bite force they need#so not only are they growing new teeth theyre also growing bigger muscles and their mouths are having to adapt to them#that would cause so much pain#you ever grown in a wisdom tooth? it sucks and that nowhere near this level#on top of all that youre also starving and have an unquenchable need to feed#the intimacy of a sire feeding their fledgling from their own mouths#weaning them off their blood but still so dependent on them#and even after johnny can bite and feed on his own he still craves the closeness of being fed from ghosts mouth#and ghost never denies him#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team- ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod
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Sampai's prompt for beach Klance - but colored!
I can imagine Hunk asking Keith if he wants a big tail too, and Keith, after seeing Lance fuss about how many details his fins should have would just snicker "Nah, I don't compensate".
#voltron legendary defender#klance#keith kogane#lance mcclain#voltron#klance fanart#mermay#i feel much better after that sickness kicked in i hope it lasts now#my partner was so sweet too she went shopping alone and cooked me soup 🥺🥺🥺 got way too lucky#today im having trouble with my ears loud noises hurt and I had 3 cramps in randomest muscles for randomest movements#our greatest battles are internal ones#lol anyway we are here for mermen#i hope u enjoy!!#even if you saw these on other socials 🤭
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did a photoshoot with my negative covid test
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Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll.... Thst could kill you.
#Selfie#All black#Selca#Mirror pic#Work Pic#Martial artist#Forearms#Big arms#Muscles#Flex#Bandana#90s heart throb#Action villain#My toes hurt so much Jesus#Walking hurts
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