#tw: sensory overload
Text
quinni gallagher-jones + common autism traits pt. 2
finally made part 2 to this :)
#vanessas gifs#original post#quinni gallagher-jones#quinni gallagher jones#quinni heartbreak high#autism#autistic#asd#actually autistic#autism traits#heartbreak high#heartbreak high 2022#heartbreak high gifs#quinni gallagher jones gifs#tw: sensory overload
681 notes
·
View notes
Text
c!Technoblade x sbi!sibbling Reader
A/N: I've been meaning to post this all week and just haven't gotten around to it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Warning: sensory overload
The chilled air nipped at your exposed arms as you sat on the roof of your older brother’s cabin. It was a particularly chilly night. A snow storm was passing through and large snowflakes kissed your flushed cheeks. You wiped at your nose, sniffling softly. You were for sure going to catch a cold, but you didn’t care. The houses below you were loud. You could hear Wilbur yelling at Tommy, then a loud crash coming from the tunnel that connected Techno’s house to Philza’s. Then you could hear Phil yelling.
You occasionally went through periods of time when you were sensitive to certain senses. Right now you were feeling particularly sensitive to sound, and the only way to escape your rambunctious family was to retreat to the roof. You brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly. You were slowly dissociating, vision going hazy. You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut.
“Y/N?” a gruff voice called out behind you, but you didn’t hear it. “Are you ok?” When you didn’t respond, the man stepped closer to you. Technoblade was a big man, tall and muscular, and he was afraid he’d fall through the roof if he moved the wrong way. He crouched down beside you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to get sick.” His hand brushed against your neck and he pulled his hand away. “N/N, you’re freezing!”
Techno froze when he heard your small whimper, flinching away from him slightly.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, slowly pulling his giant red cloak off of his shoulders. He gently draped it over your shoulders, pulling the hood over your head to keep you warm. Techno pulled you under his arm and into his side. “Is something wrong?”
You whimpered again and pulled the cloak tighter around you. “Sound.” Techno hummed in understanding.
“Oh, I see,” he said softly. “Would you like me to take you down to my basement? You can’t stay out here any longer, and it’s hard to hear down there.”
“I can’t move,” you answered again. “‘M too cold.”
“I’ll carry you.” Your brother picked you up gently, then slowly made his way back to the open window that he used to get to the roof. He stepped into the study room, then the hallway. He walked down several flights of stairs and opened the spruce door to the basement. There was a narrow hallway, and on one side was an opening to the storage room. The other side was a small gathering room with a fireplace and a few seating places.
Technoblade lowered you to the couch before turning around. He pulled a flint-n-steel from his inventory and lit the fireplace across the room. He then crouched in front of you again.
“Is this better?” he asked softly. “Is it quiet enough?” You nodded slightly, tugging the cloak tighter again.
“Yeah, thanks Tech,” you murmured.
Your older brother smiled gently and pushed some wet hair from your face. Feeling how cold you still were worried him and he frowned. “You’re so cold. And pale.” He stood again, his form towering over you. “I am going to ask Phil to help me get a change of clothes. Is it ok if I leave you here for a moment?” You nodded again and watched the piglin hybrid leave the room.
He returned a few minutes earlier with dry clothes in his hands. He held them out to you. “I’ll step out for a moment so you can change.”
When you settled back onto the couch, Techno stepped back into the room. He was carrying a large, fluffy blanket, tossing it over you before sitting beside you. You crawled over to him and buried yourself into his side. He let you settle down before wrapping an arm around you. The two of you stayed like this until you had calmed down further. Techno was right when he said that you couldn’t hear anything from his basement. Your senses were returning to normal and you no longer felt anxious and on edge.
“Phil’s gonna come down here soon,” Techno hummed softly. “He’s worried. As he always is.”
You let out a soft huff as a laugh. “It’s ok. I’ve calmed down now. Thank you, Tech.” Your brother rubbed your arm gently.
“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He hesitated a moment. “It, it happens to me, too. Sensory overload, I mean. So, I guess I know how to help with it.”
You wanted to respond but was interrupted by a soft knock. “May I come in?”
You peeked over your shoulder to see your father, Phil. Technoblade gave him the go-ahead to come in, and the older man crouched down in front of you and your brother. He ran a gentle hand through your hair.
“Hey, honey,” he cooed softly. “Y’alright?” He frowned slightly. “Ender, you’re cold.”
“I’m alright,” you answered. “Tech helped me.”
Phil smiled up at his eldest son. “Yeah, he’s good at that when he wants to.”
“Can I stay down here for a bit longer?” you asked quietly. “It’s quiet. And warm.”
“As long as you need to,” Techno answered. “I like the company.
#dsmp#dsmp x reader#dream smp#teachnoblade#techno#tech#x reader#comfort#teachnoblade x reader comfort#sbi#sbi x reader#sbi x reader comfort#tw: sensory overload
604 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sleepy Blue Ocean | Engineer x GN!Reader
Warnings: sensory overload, stimming
Author's Notes: Had a sensory overload this afternoon that also made me really anxious. The neck tapping is my stim. This is my present to me <3
"Hey, hey. Captain, you okay?"
The sound of your head engineer's voice would usually be calming, except now it just grates on the edges of your already overloaded senses.
You just wanted to get the Trans-Galaxtic Trading License paperwork done, yet your cabin's desk was a mess due to a string of hectic days. That was the start of it. Then, of course, the artificial lighting started feeling like it was laser beaming straight into your brain, the buzz of your work tablet like a drill. One thing after another, and soon you were leaning with your head in your hands, unable to do anything but stare at the wall.
"Everything's wrong," You reply to Mark's question, spinning your chair to look at him as he enters your cabin.
"Is it the tablet again? I swear I fixed that bug-"
"No! It's everthing!" You exclaim, hands gesturing wildly about the room as your knee starts to jerk and your hand resumes it's usual stim of tapping your neck.
Slowly, Mark approaches. He taps a few things on his wrist pad, and almost immediately the lights in your cabin dim to a soft blue. The hornet's nest in your mind releases a little.
Soon, he's kneeling down in front of you. Gently, he takes hold of your tapping hand; rubbing the fingers a little before guiding it to his lips, where he places a quick, soft kiss to the knuckles.
"Vibes are off?" He asks, your shared code for your sensory issues.
"Yeah," You sigh, relieved to have him acknowledge the problem before you worked yourself up into anxiousness.
Wordlessly, he leans over to flick a deliberately chunky switch on the side of the desk that cuts out all the electronics.
Your mind eases with the lack of electrical buzz, even further relaxed when Mark settles properly onto his knees - his taller frame now around eye level.
"Whatever it is can wait - don't give me that look," He instructs when you raise a eyebrow, "I'm sure Celcie would jump at the chance to prove she's more helpful than me,"
You laugh - short and playful.
"Lucky for you, my shift ends in 15 minutes. And I'm sure looking after the Captain comes under my duties for that time,"
You roll your eyes but smile when he tilts his head in a way not unlike a golden retriever.
"Now, you want to cuddle or be buried under noise cancelling headphones blaring Taylor Swift?"
"Snuggle please," You reply, a tiny blush you try to hide making it's way to your cheeks, even though all you want use his strong arm as a pillow.
"Oh, I think snuggling will take at least 15 minutes,"
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Stolen Into Hell - @silver-strings-of-fate
Dammit... Sylvia wanted to groan as she clutched her hot thermos close to her chest. If she could've afforded to miss school, she would've. But people were relying on her today. She still had to finish helping to renovate the old music room into another study room, and she'd promised the teachers she would. Plus, there were like, three tests she had to take, none of which she studied for on account of Teddie all but forcing her to sleep. She'd thought he was kidding when he was threatening not to leave until she fell asleep, but he really had stayed up until 2am with her. Who does that?!
A sweetheart who cares, that's who.
And now because of her difficulty falling asleep thanks to the pain in her throat, she had to attend school on less than four hours of sleep. Worse, being as sleepy as she was, noises that were just "loud" for her before suddenly started grating on her nerves in a way that became thrice as bothersome as it used to, meaning even with her headphones, the sounds of the city had her ears buzzing and she was already dizzy and on the verge of collapse the moment she entered Aoyama-Itchome station.
Though she knew she wasn't sick, she'd seen folks walking around the station while they were, and how they had face masks on to cover themselves in case they coughed. Her weird itchy, sandpaper-y, superdry throat disease was definitely not a cold-- she'd checked her temperature and listed off her symptoms, of which there was only one-- so she knew it wasn't contagious, but in the interest of not upsetting anyone and having to explain her situation, she wore a face mask anyway. It was just courtesy, after all.
She'd been about to walk up the steps, her movements sluggish, when a stranger bumped her from behind and knocked her into a wall. When she tried to mumble an apology, she barely caught herself before another coughing fit and slumped on the wall. She just... gave up. She needed a moment to rest. Just one moment of rest, and she'd be at school soon, where she could sit and doodle and answer the necessary questions.
...Teddie was going to freak when he found her dorm empty, wasn't he. Sylvia felt bad for that. But she couldn't bring herself to text him or let him know or anything, because in hindsight she should have done that, but she could barely think with all the world's noises swimming and folding around her, encroaching in her space and suffocating the life out of her.
Maybe I should just sit here and wait to die...
#🌸 ~ in character ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ persona 5 verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Ren Amamiya (silver-strings-of-fate) ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Stolen Into Hell verse ~ 🌸#tw: thoughts of death#tw: depression#tw: sickness#tw: pain#tw: sensory overload
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
avec toi, je suis bien - vii
This is the last part of this fic!!! I’m so glad it’s done and I’m so happy about the story I’ve told thru it. Hopefully you guys enjoy this last part just like I enjoyed writing it!
Master Post
— —
Content warnings: sensory overload
haunted by a darker side, transcends to walking in the light
Things couldn’t be more perfect. Their dwelling had all the essentials, a show of Cub’s redstone prowess and Scar’s landscaping mastery as well as a comfortable nest big enough for the two of them. Scar sighs, hands on faer hips as fae gauges faer work, a satisfactory feeling blooming in faer chest.
Cub hums beside faer. “Impressive.”
“It wouldn’t be complete without your redstone,” Scar laughs, a bit bashful at faer friend’s compliment.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Cub bumps its elbow against faer side, Scar feigning pain, “the amethyst really adds a nice touch to it.”
Scar rubs faer side, a smile forming on faer face and a rush of magick throughout faer body. Yeah, this was perfect.
The sun was still up when they were done arranging their hiding spot.
“Wanna join me exploring a bit?” Scar suggests, glancing at it.
Faer friend shakes its head. “I’ll explore inside the mansion, you can do whatever.”
Scar shrugs. “Your loss.”
And off fae goes, walking through the hole they decided to not patch up, and smelling the nature around faer. The bees buzz close to the flowers and the rabbits hop across the fields, barely leaving any trace behind.
Scar loves exploring outside, beyond the confinements of the mansion, where there was more life than the walking students and magickmongers. Almost as full of life as their resting place—Scar was really proud of the effect faer landscaping created inside. Fae hopes they’ll stay there as long as they could, fae thinks fae couldn’t handle another long journey to find a mansion for Cub’s magick.
If they ever get discovered, fae isn’t sure what they’ll do. Leave or try to bargain? Scar will definitely try to bargain and compromise, Cub might take the easier route and leave. A shiver runs down faer spine. Fae hopes it will never come to that.
All that thinking brings faer close to a village, where most farmermongers housed. Fae didn’t realize faer wandering brought faer so close to the farmermongers, and immediately uses faer magick to dissimulate faer. Fae hasn’t dared to be this close to them, hasn’t dared to know what they thought of Allays or if they could even smell Vex on faer.
Fae hides behind a house, checking the main plaza as farmermongers go around their business, ears twitching in alert for anyone going close to faer. The only reason why Scar went close to this village was the easy access it offered to the geode fae has discovered.
Fae no longer needs to do many hours in the wood for some amethyst, this village is close and has everything fae needs. Cub accompanying faer a few times absolutely did not solidify Scar’s opinion of the village, fae totally explored it by faerself without needing to cling onto Cub at every foreign noise.
This village housed farmers, but also miners and artisans, skilled in the crystal cravings and barter of those valuable items. At least, Scar learned amethyst was a valuable item in the eyes of the farmermongers. Fae hasn’t seen any shards of amethyst in mansions or seen magickmongers use any in all of faer lifetime.
It has made faer wonder what use the shard of amethyst possibly could have. Not that it matters currently, Scar is on a mission to get more crystals and maybe look for enchanted tools to feed Cub.
Fae quickly peaks at a window of the house fae’s hiding behind. An artisan raises a shard of amethyst close to their face, glass standing between the two, and inspects it. Faer magick vibrates with envy, a churn in faer stomach begging faer to grab it. Fae wills faer body still and the magick away from the artisan, doubling faer effort to dissimulate faerself, a mantra in faer mind that they haven’t given it to faer, thus fae can’t take it .
Scar never had that problem to dim faer urges, but the drowning magick and the shine of the amethyst are not helping faer situation. Soft chuckles echo in faer mind, giggles and harsh words spinning around and around, the never ending judgmental glares, look at faer, displaying Vex urges, such crassness .
Scar shakes faer head, desperately putting the echoes in the back of faer mind, and faer ears twitch as the ding! of the little bell brings faer back to reality. Fae swiftly cowers under the window, ears still attentive for any approaching movement.
Only the commotion of the plaza can be detected, the house being strangely quiet. Scar frowns and dares to peak despite the increased risks.
A humanoid, not a farmermonger or a magickmonger (though the magick radiating from them could’ve proven Scar wrong), has entered the workshop, looking around it as the artisan freezes at the sight of the stranger. Scar squints faer eyes and realizes, to faer horror, they look like the humanoids who invaded their mansion.
Scar’s certain their mansion is miles and miles away from this one, how can this humanoid already be in this corner of the world? Aren’t they occupied with the Allays they stole, or with all the magick items they took from the mansion? Scar’s magick prods faer coat, and once again, fae has to keep it under reins, fae can’t tell if the humanoid can sense faer magick or not.
Radiating magick doesn’t make you a magickmonger.
“What can I do for you?” the artisan asks.
The humanoid hums. “You’re the lapidarist here?”
The artisan nods at the title. A trill of terror threatens to come out of Scar’s throat, but fae manages to keep it in check as the humanoid speaks.
“What are their properties?”
They slam their palm against the desk, jotting both the artisan and Scar. They lean on their side, looking something in their hand, the artisan’s inspection still in their periphery vision.
Scar raises on faer tiptoes to effectively observe what exactly the humanoid asked to be inspected. When faer eyes land on the object, magick charges toward faer, pricking faer skin and making faer close faer eyes at the overwhelmness. What are those?
“Where did you get these?” the artisan asks.
They haven’t raised their head to look at the humanoid, their gaze hyperfocused on the gems. That’s what they are, Scar realizes when faer eyes weren’t stinging with magick, crystals, magick crystals. Bright, shiny and most of all, astonishing blue crystals are resting in the artisan’s hand and Scar’s whole body is begging for faer to take them, a bigger urge than taking the shard of amethyst.
“Just give me what I want.”
The artisan puts the crystals down, Scar squeezing faer eyes shut at the wave of magick they emit, and lets out a deep sigh.
“I need a couple of days before telling their exact properties.”
The humanoid leans in further in the artisan’s space, hands clenching the edge of the table.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes, nothing more.”
The silence that hangs over them is heavier than an iron block. The humanoid leaves and Scar hides under the window once again.
The urge to get those blue crystals, those shiny and bright crystals, refuses to calm down and Scar knows fae needs to get some of them for faer and Cub. That instinct to bring something valuable to faer mate, to prove faer loyalty and to show fae cares about it.
Scar dares a peek at the artisan’s shop once more, and sees the door wide open, no one inside.
This is faer chance to grab those crystals. They are just lying on the table, ready to be taken. Scar darts at the entrance, making sure faer magick still dissimulated faer, and enters the house.
It’s cold inside despite the warm sun, the rays of light reflect the condensed water on the stone walls, and the magick of the amethysts and other crystals prod at Scar’s skin.
Fae wants to get away from this place as soon as possible, moisture surrounds faer hands and makes them clammy, which isn’t an ideal texture to steal things. Fae spots the gleaming blue crystals on top of the table, out of faer reach. Of course it’s out of faer reach, fae grumbles.
Fae finds the chair the artisan was using to sit on and uses it to climb on top of the table. There they are, in all of their glory, magick guiding faer closer to them, enticing faer to touch them, to grab them, to take them for faerself. They’re blue sky, somewhat polished and are glowing harmoniously.
Scar grabs one and its magick runs through faer veins, boosting faer magick better than any shards of amethyst could do. Fae gasps at the powerful magick in those crystals and takes another one from the pile.
Just as fae’s about to inspect the other piece, a high-pitch scream deafens faer and fae covers faer ears while cowering in fear at the abrupt sound. fae opens one eye only to see fae has been caught, farmermongers pointing at faer, clutching their hoes and bucket as they frantically call the humanoid.
Scar knows fae’s screwed.
Fae jumps on the ground, much to faer legs displeasure, and runs out of the house and into the crowd, the two crystals Scar managed to snatch still in faer hands. Far magick uselessly shields faer from being seen, but non-magical beings can still see faer run into the forest, far away from their village.
Barks echo and Scar yelps at the sound. Fae slows down to figure which direction they're coming from, but when the echoes surround faer, Scar sucks in a breath and runs blindly further into the forest.
Fae desperately sends some magick towards Cub in hopes it will find faer and bring faer back home, back to their resting place. The sun’s lowering faster than Scar would’ve liked and fae just wants to go home.
——
Help , Cub hears. Mate help help help-
That’s Scar.
What did fae do to send a distress signal? And so far away? Cub pokes its head on their makeshift window, the shimmer of magick being stronger there. Scar doesn’t stop sending distressed magick and it can’t take it anymore.
It needs to find faer.
Quickly and quietly, Cub leaves their hiding shelter, the strength of the shimmer guiding it towards its friend. When it arrives at the edge of the forest, its eyes widen in fear, the Allay’s magick not helping.
What trouble did Scar roped faerself into?
Fae never goes far into the forest, mostly harvesting plants for faer terraforming and decorating their place, and they traversed the forest exactly twice. When they had first found the mansion and when they found the nearest village; but Scar was with it, couldn’t go beyond a certain point. Or so the Vex thought.
Cub takes a deep breath and enters the forest, concentrating on the agitated magick to locate Scar despite it prickling its kin and fluttering its wings. Its ears twitch at the sound of barks and leafs moving sporadically. It’s getting closer to its friend.
It’s when it picks up a familiar muttering, the same one as the magick being sent its way, that it knows it has found faer. Cub hides behind a tree, to hide itself from the barks, sending its magick towards Scar to guide faer towards it.
The familiar magick reciprocates its message, now soothing its bones instead of prodding its skin. Its eyes survey the land until it finds the familiarly blue figure.
Scar looks out of breath and ready to talk but Cub snatches faer behind it, iron sword in its hand, eyes scanning the area. Its magick immediately creates a bubble to dissimulate them from any creatures.
The barks are harder to hear, they’re getting away from them.
Cub lets out a sigh of relief before turning its glaring gaze at the Allay. Scar lets out a sheepish chuckle, trying so hard to look innocent, but Cub knows better and knows Scar knows.
Scar trills, soothing Cub somewhat (not as efficiently as when Cub was neutral), and brings faer claw between them. Cub tilts its head, fur standing on its edge at the strong magick with a mix of the Allay’s that emitted from the claw.
Cub frowns, not used to that strong rush of magick. What did Scar find?
Scar opens faer claw, and Cub’s eyes widen at the sight of the powerful magick released by the blue crystal—the same blue as Scar’s fur.
“I may have spotted these and took ‘em.” The Vex’s wings flutter at the strange choice of words. “But now we have a constant supply of magick!”
Cub admires the crystals and the magick radiating from them. Swirls of a darker blue mix with the light blue, illuminating in Scar’s palm. Cub doesn’t know about the constant magick supply, after all, the Allay had many shards of amethyst back in their abode and Cub’s exploring had more usages than just exploring.
Scar moves faer hand closer to faerself, picking up one perfectly cut shard and handing it to Cub, a smile on faer face.
And Cub can only stare, magick buzzing around it, trying to reach out for Scar’s at the gesture. Giving gifts had always been how Cub knew the hive still appreciated it, it was an honor to receive a gift from a Vex.
Cub takes the shard and puts it back with the other, closing Scar’s claws around them and closing is eyes. For the gift to truly be mesmeric, the Vex’s magick invites the Allay’s magick to mix and pour it into those crystal, to have their mark on it.
Cub’s wings flutter in excitement when Scar’s magick touches its, despite the aches it creates on its back. Its friend trills and sways side to side, boosting the link between them and flood the crystals with their magick.
When the ritual is done, Cub opens its eyes, smiling when Scar jumps on faer feet.
“That was amazin’ !”
Cub takes one of the crystals, placing it beside its iron sword as Scar marvels at the glow around the crystal.
“Why did you send a distress signal?”
Scar freezes, eyes shifting away from Cub, much to its confusion.
“Scar?” it prods.
Scar inhales sharply. “Now, don’t be mad, bu-ut I may have stolen them from the village.”
Cub quirks an eyebrow, waiting for more. Scar sighs in defeat.
“The magick was compelling me to steal them, they actually came from a humanoid, if you can imagine.”
Cub glances at the crystal, somehow not surprised to learn a humanoid has found crystals as powerful as these.
“So the village chased you down.”
“Yep.”
Cub sighs, but can’t help but laugh. Of course Scar would steal powerful crystals and gift it to the Vex. That’s what Scar does best.
“Why doesn’t it surprise me?”
“Hm?”
Cub smiles, gesturing faer to follow it. “C’mon, let’s go back to the base.”
Scar trills, a skip to faer step as they walk back to the mansion, being cautious of any monsters that might harm them.
Eventually, Scar finds a way to pierce their ears like fae has seen many farmer and magickmongers do, and they manage to hang the crystal on their ear. Eventually, they learn when they grow apart, the crystals don’t glow—which the Vex may or may not have taken advantage of it whenever the Allay pranks it. Eventually, they learn when they’re apart, they can still sense the other’s magick, like the dying embers of a fire, bringing the both of them a sense of comfort at the knowledge.
And if others ask them if they’re married, Cub and Scar would always look at each other, mischief in their eyes and magick, and—depending on the day—would confirm or deny or would do neither, making some strange story about it. But, with the crystals making their bond stronger, they had to admit whatever it is they have is quite powerful in of itself.
<- Previous_Master Post
#im pretty sure this is the longest part lmaoooo#convex#gtws#goodtmeswithscar#cubfan135#queerplatonic relationships#aromantic character#asexual character#idk if its prominent for me to put these tags...#anyways scar steals some crystals and almost gets caught#cub manages to reach scar before they get attacked#vex#allay#minecraft worldbuilding#aromantic goodtimeswithscar#asexual cubfan135#bloop's attention seeking strategy#tw: sensory overload
3 notes
·
View notes
Note
Srry abt asking this while you have writer's blocc but I dont wanna forget asking this later!
What ifff, Noisy party
Louis is overwhelmed in a corner, Felix bumps into the poor boy just as equally anxious and overwhelmed and they just, cover eachother's ears and stick together in the corner for comfort?
Alrighty!
...
It was so. Damn. Loud.
Why does he even attend these things?
Felix was weaving through the crowd, sweating cold bullets with his hands to his ears. The loud music blasted through the house, people dancing without care, or talking, practically screaming over the noise to be heard. God did his ears want to bleed.
The bass shook his very heart, causing small stutters in his stride as he frustratingly pushed through the people, ignoring the offended words, and the harsh ones, in favor of trying to find an exit. His mind was overwhelmed with all the mayhem, all the flickering lights, the crazy, and even terrible, music. Watching teens pound back shots of whatever drink, they were consuming made him want to puke at the thought of it being what he knew it was.
He almost gave up on finding an exit when something tripped his leg, and he stumbled forward with a sharp yelp. He got a grip, spinning around to see whoever the fuck it could be that tripped him up like that. He swore to give them a beat down for trying to mess him up. He just wanted to get out, to get out and go home and just...
His mind blanked at the sight at his feet.
A little lackey of Edward's, he's pretty sure his name was Louis. Never mind the fact that he was here, but he was on the floor, pressed against the wall, rocking back and forth and covering his ears. Trembling. Crying.
He hated how much it reminded him of himself.
He hesitated, glancing around him to see everyone either drunk or high off their asses, or not even paying attention to their own surroundings. Just how long had Louis been like this? How long had he been here, actually? Just sitting in the corner, overwhelmed by the sound just like Felix was.
He bit his lip, looking back down to the wizard who didn't even seem to notice him throughout the whole ordeal, simply continuing his pathetic act of trying to calm himself down. And failing miserably.
Pathetic. So fucking pathetic.
Before he thought about it, he crouched down to the other's level.
He unshielded his own overloading ears, placing his hands over Louis', and clearly startling the other from whatever crazy freak trance he was caught in, staring up in almost bewilderment at Felix. But the jock shook his head, a stern look that he knew screamed 'don't question it'. Louis seemed to catch on, because he didn't say anything about it.
Like a pact, an unspoken deal within the timespan of those seconds, Felix wincing at the loud music, the crazy stomping and partying around them, he'd shield Louis' ears from the torture he could relate to. He would do it.
And just like that same unspoken deal, Louis slipped his own hands away, brought them to his face and covered Felix's ears right back.
He didn't know what to say. So he just didn't.
It was something they'd probably never speak of again, but they see the signs, the resemblance in each other. They knew, and no words needed to be spoken between them. Two boys, too overwhelmed by the sounds produced by the things around them, just trying to find comfort in something, even if it ended up being in each other.
Foreheads pressed together; ears securely covered, muffling the noise if only a little bit. They'd get through this, they were going to.
It's happened before, but a little help won't hurt, right?
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's the way "Running Up That Hill" has become my instant go to song when I need to ground myself in the midst of depersonalization or self soothe after sensory overload /p
I think one of the many reasons why that scene in Dear Billy hits so hard for me is seeing Max running back to her body. It's fucking haunting and such a powerful visual. The emotional impact of that scene, and that song, have been stuck with me since May 27th /lh
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Currently coming down from a sensory overload and I am suffering, send asks to distract me pls.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Shower
So I'm thinking this one takes place on the second day of Sonwy's breakdown post-Flickering Out. So between different parts of Going Through It. Approximately here:
Yes I have a timeline I might post it at some point.
Anyway CW for descriptions of scars and sensory overload.
This text does not contain graphic descriptions of nudity.
Actually because it's pivotal, the scars being referred to in the second paragraph are the slashes from Durkuat on his abdomen he recieved on Day 7
Entry starts here
I need a shower.
When’s the last time I had a proper shower? Not since...
Ugh god I feel gross.
Of course, in order to shower I have to undress first.
I— I’m not looking forward to that.
I can’t help but look at the scars in the mirror.
Ugly, unhealed things.
Angry raised stitches that I know will never heal properly.
I lightly trace one with my finger.
I grip the sink as I buckle from a sharp phantom pain.
I feel worse.
I’m only thankful I didn’t have time to focus on the rest of myself.
I don't need to see it.
I already know how much weight I’ve lost in the past month.
I don’t need to see my bones piercing through my skin.
I already know how much I’ve been crying.
I don’t need to see how red my eyes are or how tearstained my face is,
I already know how I hurt myself long ago.
I don’t need to see the scars.
Again.
The water breaks the silence in a horrible, oppressive noise.
I cover my ears on reflex.
As the water warms I gain composure, enough to adjust the water to an acceptable temperature.
I step under.
It’s an assault unto my senses.
Hot pellets stab continuously into my skin.
They trickle to my scars to burn them.
Water pours into my mouth as I gasp.
Like poison.
I spit and splutter.
I lower myself before I keel.
And start wretching.
My whole body shakes uncontrollably as I watch my bile swirl down the drain.
I lie in the basin to relieve my limbs from the burden of holding my weight.
The porcelain presses uncomfortably against my body.
And the water is unrelenting.
It’s too much. It’s way too much.
The pain is too much.
I can’t take any more.
Eventually I’ll gain the strength to stand and leave.
But for now I shall sit here and erode.
#sonwy koren#writing#fiction#sonwy's journal entries#nymphvallien universe#tw: scars#tw: sensory overload
0 notes
Text
On the one hand, I'm glad I live with someone who understands and has had similar struggles with mental health in the past. On the other, it's a bit frustrating because we're in very different parts of our struggle with it.
She knows how to power through, how to organize and priority and compartmentalize. I don't. Lately I've been struggling pretty bad with my mental health (standard depression and anxiety with bipolar symptoms on the side, with some potential but undiagnosed autism symptoms as well).
She's worried about me, so her mental health is taking a hit, but like. Her ways of trying to help me are to tell me to use what she's doing now as guidelines. As opposed to where she was when she was at my stage of the struggle.
I was trying to find a way to explain this and the analogy I came up with hit me pretty hard:
She's telling me how to build a raft when I'm still trying to get my head above water.
And I think that's something a lot of people (especially the older ones who've been struggling for a long time) need to bear in mind: we are not weak because we chose to be. We are weak because we just got thrown overboard for the first time and need to learn how to swim. We will grow stronger, as long as we aren't being discouraged by everyone around us saying we should be better by now.
Trust me. We know. We know you have it together and we know you're trying to help, but we also know that while the advice you're giving us might be helpful later, right now it's just another thing dragging us down.
#ignore this#im just tired#im frustrated but unable to articulate to people why im frustrated#bc this^^ this is what frustrates me#also for those of you wondering how i could post my “im pretty cute” blurb and then go and write this:#yeah. i had a sensory overload episode that triggered a meltdown bc i couldnt block it out and a panic attack bc i didnt know when itd stop#tw: mental illness#tw: sensory overload#also#for tgose of you wondering why i cant articulate my frustration aloud: i have the words. i know them. its not that#it just that i have trained myself to tamp down negative emotions on instinct and i cant express any of it for fear ill lash out or explode#yeah i have issues#yeah i hate it too
1 note
·
View note
Text
-Beyond the blue skies -Wip snippet!
————————————————————-
Note - finished this yesterday. Noticed it in the drafts and forgot I was gonna post this last week.
Tw : bugs, sensory overload
————————————————————-
“Oh my god This…this is single handedly is my worst nightmare.” malia muttered to herself under her breath. The sounds of the berries and centipede being squished with a stone mortar and pestle.
A soft shush escaped amarok as he gently wrapped his long soft tail around her wrist, sensing her underlying distress “easy there, beautiful” he cooed in attempt to comfort her. Letting out soft chitters and purrs as his four ears flicked in unison at any sounds around him. the snow-furred anthropomorphic simians claw tipped hands gently rubbing across her back and through her damp ebony curls, “relax for me, okay? It's almost finished. Just focus on breathing, do not fall asleep.”
The sounds of the squishy liquified centipede and crunchy textures of the alien fauna made Malia’s stomach twist and turn, though it could also be the rodent's poison causing it.
Her hands clamy as she swallowed hard. Her umber skin flushed and sweaty from a combination of the humidity, venom and her nerves. Rubbing her arms up and down and averting her gaze away from Amarok and the a golden-furred anthropomorphic simian across the room behind him. Closing her eyes and grabbing a pillow to squeeze from underneath her head.
Burying her face in the soft cool cloth in a feign attempt to hide from the strong smells around her that she could practically taste on her tongue. A strong smelling combo Dried plants, soil, animal musk, fungus, insect mucus-
No. No. No. No. Hell no.
The very idea of even putting the concoction of bug guts liquified with plant matter smelling of car oil anywhere near her mouth made her want to gag.
She couldn’t do it, there was no way that was going down her throat. Not in a million years.
Malia could already feel her heartbeat picking up like a bass drum in her chest. Her breathing quickening. Sweat clinging to her skin and feeling like her clothes were sticking to her body like glue as she laid onto her side with her back facing them. Her mind swarming with so many different thoughts and emotions over the simple sounds and smells that it was making her head spin.
Amarok instantly could sense her getting even more stressed just by his sensitive ears picking up her heart beat. His brows furrowing in concern as his tail absentmindedly squeezed her right wrist. watching how her face was scrunched in discomfort. Unsure if it was the venom or something else causing it.
“hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked, keeping his voice gentle and soothing as he tried to turn her over to see her face. trying to discern if their was underlying cause to her obvious distress “is the pain too intense? Is the wound stinging or leaking? Do you need me to get you some water? I can have Goldie give you some of the medicine no-“
“NO!”
Amarok flinched at her voice slightly and a bit taken aback by her snapping at him. His ears drooping momentarily before perking back up. The panic and urgency in her response and the noticeable tension in her shoulders a cause for concern for him. His moss green eyes filled with confusion and worry as he observed her.
“I, umm, i’m so sorry amarok. I, I didn’t mean to-to snap at you” she apologized, stumbling over her words as she tried to get her breathing under control. Trying to get her next words out but unable to do so due to the suffocating feeling weighing on her.
‘What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t even see it, so why am I freaking out!? It’s not even that strong smelling and I’ve literally touched slime before so chill out!’ she thought to herself. Her mind jumping between getting her breathing under control and internally scolding herself for getting worked up. Hiding her face and Resisting the urge to cry when she heard the contents of said medicine being poured into a smaller bowl behind her. Burying her face further into the fabric.
However, this seemingly subtle movement didn’t go unnoticed by amarok.
The gears in his brain turning with everything he picked up on. The tension in her shoulders, the way her nails dug into the pillow and how her mouth and nose were scrunched up in clear discomfort. Turning his head around towards the signs that pointed to the main source of her discomfort.
The strong smells and sounds coming from behind him, eyes locking on the bowl of greenish magenta liquid that his aunt Goldie was stirring. the remedy to cure the symptoms caused by the tree shrews venomous bite.
#wip : beyond the blue skies#c: malia#c: amarok#wip snippet#writing#tw: insects#tw: sensory overload
1 note
·
View note
Text
quinni gallagher-jones + common autism traits
had to make gifs of her again, and felt the need to make a list (does anyone get that feeling?) - so, i combined both and more gifs are incoming soon-ish <3
#vanessas gifs#original post#quinni gallagher-jones#quinni gallagher jones#quinni heartbreak high#autism#autistic#asd#actually autistic#autism traits#heartbreak high#heartbreak high 2022#heartbreak high gifs#quinni gallagher jones gifs#tw: sensory overload#tw: meltdown
916 notes
·
View notes
Text
They think Autism is just being a bit ‘odd’, But they don’t see…
Neurodivergent_lou
#autism#actually autistic#what people don’t see#tw suicide#burnout#financial issues#autistic burnout#health issues#being misunderstood#meltdowns#sensory overload#mental health#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#actually neurodivergent#feel free to share/reblog#neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)
239 notes
·
View notes
Text
aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bad bad bad badbadbadbadbad very bad why do people feel the need to touch you unexpectedly why do sounds exist why do textures exist why is the world so bright i wish i could put a dimmer on my eyes whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy this is bad veryvery bad and on top of that GUESS WHO HAS WORK TO DO FUCKING SKENSKDBAKDBWJDBQKSBAJBDUWBD
#tw rant#mini rant#sensory#actually adhd#being autistic#neurodivergencies#actuallyautistic#its the neurodivergency#asd#adhd#neurodivergent#sensory processing#sensory overload#sensory issues#sensory processing disorder#autism#autism spectrum#autistic#autistic masking#fuck autism speaks#autistic community
211 notes
·
View notes
Text
LETS GOOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎉
There is so much I want to say, though can’t find perfect words for… but I’ll try! First of all I am so happy I was able to create art for Frogman’s absolutely wonderful fic, which you should totally check out here!!! As well as be able to work with other amazing artists (one which also drew amazing art for this chapter, GO SEND SOME LOVE TO @relgnira !!!). I am SOOO glad I joined @hermitshippingbigbang , the people I have met there are ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL (go check out the other amazing fics) and really brought me out of my comfort zone which I 100% needed <3.
I think that’s all from me right now!! Hope you enjoy my first ever long comic I’ve drawn :D!
#hermitshipping big bang#hermitshipping big bang art#scrian#scrian fanart#grian fanart#scar and grian#Goodtimeswithscar fanart#tw sensory overload#hermitshipping#desert duo#desert duo fanart
100 notes
·
View notes
Note
2022-6-24
Im sso tired I forgot we woke up at 5 pm -Pix3l
I have the heavy urge tk angst Louis so I'm prompting you too.
Louis in an overwhelmed state and hiding from people -Lix
Oh! I've been wanting to try something for a while and this kinda works with it-
---
Eyes closed tight, ears shielded by his hands. Louis couldn't move.
There were too many people, too much talking at once. Their sounds doubled and tripled by the second, with Louis desperately rubbing at his ears, wincing and whimpering under his breath.
Nobody could see him, of course they wouldn't, with him so far in the back and everyone else somewhere up front, wanting in on whatever free time they had with the teacher absent. He could hardly take it, everything seemed to hurt.
He felt every fiber of fabric from his cape, seemed to hear every sensation from pounding feet, roaring laughter, yelling and screaming. He could taste the bitterness of coffee he had just that morning, lingering distastefully on his tongue. If he tried to open his eyes, he knew everything would look too bright for him to handle.
He was melting away in an overloaded brain, drowning under ever sensation he could hear, all he could touch, and taste. Antsy he was, jumping at every rise of an octave, quivering beneath a disaster in his head.
The noise, the noise, there's just so much damn noise. Make it stop, he needed it to stop, he couldn't do this, why couldn't he just go home??
Louis tried taking deep breaths, he really did, but the noise grew louder, and he balled up tighter, feeling trapped in a mess he couldn't get rid of. What was happening again? What was he supposed to do? His heart only hammered harder, and his breath only became more shallow.
Think, think of something-anything at all-, he needed a grounding point, but it wasn't there. So much white noise, it disturbed every train of thought.
"..is!"
Louis couldn't do it.
"Lou...cus on....se!"
Everything was too much.
"I'm.....ut the.....okay?"
Okay what? What was okay? He wasn't okay, nothing was okay-
The swift movement of fingers pried his hands from his ears for a split second, just as hastily replaced with something else.
And all of a sudden, the noises dulled.
What happened? The noises were so much dimmer now, hardly even there, and he could feel something pressed against his ears, his hair-his head. Something firm, but soft, there wasn't much texture to go off of.
Rightfully, Louis froze, breath hitched and refusing to exhale as he lightly tapped at the thing covering his ears. The feel was familiar, the shape too, and it only took a second for it to really click.
His noise cancelling headphones.
That only meant one thing.
He called out his boss' name, but could barely even hear himself through the headphones, rubbing at his eyes and finally allowing himself to breath a bit more. Not yet did he reopen those eyes of his, nor did Edward touch him any further than the headphones, but it was enough. It was more than enough.
Edward saw him, he saw him and he realized the situation, and he did something about it. His presence was potent, the grounding 'thing' that Louis desperately craved, and was finally there to put his mind at ease.
Thank God.
Oh, thank God.
---
Yup! Sensory Overload for the bby Louis that's a side effect of (my hc) his ADHD! Dunno if I did that right, had to research it and shit whilst writing this, but there you go, hope I did it well enough XD
#DJC Drabbles#tw: sensory overload#isaac beamer versus the supernatural#edward quinton#louis lopez#ibvs
14 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
nappyboymanchester
Nappy Boy Manchester
pensolelead
Pensole LEAD
seldompathic
Hedgehog Brain Fog
achurni
Cillian ✨
redbird-art
Redbird