#styx stims

[styxms]

rat stimboard for @digyalikeatomb <3

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#rats #rat #animals #stimboard #stim #stimblr #styx stims #hands #brown #grey #black #white #yellow #i love rats sm theyre such goofy critters #my friend is getting some soon ! styx lore for u all

[styxnstars]

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I have a fucking crush on this dude holy shit whatnjgkoydgktd

#gil jourdan #maurice tiellieux #bande dessinée #belgian comics #possible f/o (??) #eclipse/styx rambles #idk if its bc he has hair similar to Tintin's or if he has that sly facial expression to him like i want Johan to look at me like #... i think its both #IM STIMMING THIS ISNT A GOOD SIGN GUYS I HAVE 2 BD HUSBANDOS ALREADY /lh

[solreefs]

I feel like stims vary from person to person more than people would think. for example, flapping one’s hands is seen as a classic happy stim, but I actually flap more when I’m angry or frustrated. or biting, typically viewed as an angry or negative stim, is also an expression of excitement for me and other people I’ve seen posts from. when he’s really happy, my brother scrunches up his face and if you don’t know him, it looks like he’s angry.

stims are outlets for all kinds of emotions, and I think that’s very cool, and I also wish more people remembered that.

#stimming #Styx rambles #styx’s brain weirdness #actually autistic #<- though this is not autism-specific by any means! lots of different people stim. i am just using the tag because i am autistic

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Fuck it Tumblr ate my ask AGAIN so I'm writing down my Idia x Riddle hurt/comfort headcanons here! This is for you anon!

Despite the obvious proud and well known family names and smarts they both have sever low self-esteem and often feel unworthy being by the other who heavily second guess each other over anything date related

Idia second guesses himself worthy so much and still struggles with the idea someone like Riddle wants him

While Riddle second guess himself being worthy purely thanks to his mother (whom me and my friend name Pamela as a twisted honor of Pamela Voorhees from Friday the 13th, you're welcome)

Add these issues with issues and trauma from childhood and PTSD and we got lots of problems they need to work on together

There are times they argue and sometimes they do get ugly and sometimes they need a breather apart, and on those days Idia and Riddle feel worst and think the other hates him now

They both suffer from bad eating habits that will borderline become a disorder if not noticed in time, with Riddle with stress of perfection and with Idia just forgetting to care on his health

Idia's anxiety and depression is also a main of Idia's problems of holding Riddle back in his mind

A few times they get invited to a party at Scarabia and Idia's anxiety will kick in hard so Riddle leaves with him

I sometimes headcanon they're both on the autism spectrum but neither are diagnosed for reasons

With that said, they both have perfect sensory fidgets and stim toys ready to go for the other as well as noise canceling headphones

These songs make me think of them with this prompt

The first song most in Idia's head about how he thinks he's not best for Riddle

Second could be both Riddle or Idia but I mostly see Riddle in the beginning of his crush on Idia and the internal issues he got from it

Should I animate either of these??

Their self-esteem issues do bring issues but they still cling to each other after a fight or crying session

They're both heard each other cry in their sleep from many things from trauma to what happened in STYX

Riddle one time cried over a sleeping Idia thinking back at STYX and how lonely he was

They both have really bad days of emotions and kind of just... lean against each other clinging or holding hands and just crying together

How Riddle comforts Idia is freshly cleaned blankets and pillows, video games or his favorite anime ready, LED lights set on Idia's comfort color, and pizza and soda ordered for a night in and cuddles

How Idia comforts Riddle after a bad day is cozy blankets, hot cocoa or tea, cake or tart from the store those if he feels for it he'll try to make them himself, Riddle's favorite audio book playing or a show he likes, and if really needed... hedgehogs to snuggle and coo at

During Idia's graduation he helped Riddle get a restraining order against his mother and Riddle moved in with Idia in an apartment during that break, far from their hometowns but easy to visit if needed

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #idia x riddle #riddle x idia #strawberry pocky #hurt/comfort

[millenniumfae]

Hades Headcanons P.2: Life In The Underworld

As we know, death is cheap to every denizen of the realm. Including the natural fauna and the human shades. The pain of injuries isn't lessened, but the distress and panic associated with wounds are gone, 'cause there's no more consequences for the body to instinctively react towards. You can imagine mortal injuries to be nothing more than a rush. For Zagreus and his ADHD brain, it's probably one heck of a stim. No wonder he hints at liking pain.

Same with all the bosses you slay, all minor enemies eventually reconvene whole and hearty upon their death. Their respawn point is whatever they'd call their 'home' in the underworld, same with Zagreus and Megara in the House Of Hades. A Lout wakes back up in his cell. A Wavemaker finds themselves back in their (flooded) apartment. If pre-reunion Patroclus was slain, he'd pop back into his glen, but if he and Achilles eventually decide to find proper housing like we see in the distance of Elysium, his respawn point would change. Only administration like Hades himself can override this.

This respawn mechanic applies to the fish, too, 'cause they're natural to the underworld. The head chef cooks a Chlam, and that very Chlam would later respawn in the Lethe. Little known to Zagreus, but he's caught the same Scuffer 20 times in a row. Don't worry, they don't particularly mind.

And speaking of fish and food, sustenance in the underworld function like video game logic, through pure energy rather than as nutrition. Unlike us, who digest food and shit the waste, those gyros directly transfer their calories into an immortal/shade's energy, whether the energy is spent healing wounds or increasing their martial prowess. Zagreus downs a HydroLite Energy Drink and 10% of his wounds heal upon leaving a room. The Ignited Ichor Caffeine Shot make him run faster. But taste buds are still active, so bless Eurydice and her cooking skills.

But all those onions you see? Those aren't natural to the underworld. Or, rather, they're plain ol' onions, growing in the UV-emitting light of Ixion's Wheel. In fact, many underground root or bulb crops can be found naturally growing throughout the underworld, like carrots and turnips, playing to the idea that their bounties grow 'below the earth'. They don't particularly thrive, since there's less natural pollinators, but with Persephone's influence they can be plentiful. These vegetables naturally migrated below the Temple of Styx on their own, and throughout the centuries became part of the flora.

In the lore of Hades (2018), gods like Thanatos, Aphrodite, Nyx, even Chaos- they aren't pure embodiments of their domain. They're also individual people with personalities and obligations. But there's one exception - the Styx itself. Like a blood vein, the Styx endlessly flows through the afterlife and delivers its yoke upon the current. All afterlife rivers spawn from it, and hence its the same river no matter if its the calm and foggy Lethe of blessed, hedonistic Elysium, or the hot and churning Phlegethon of limbo Asphodel. Charon is Like That 'cause he's one step away from being a pure 'embodiment' because of his relationship to the Styx.

Following the artsy symbolism, the devs made Hypnos the first npc you see upon death because he's the god of sleep. The ancient Greeks liked to symbolize Sleep as Death's cousin, or sibling. That's why he has that weird admin job in the House of Hades, rather than his canonical abode up in Elysium.

All the immortals in-game wear leggings, which was unheard of in Classical Greece, whose textiles sucked. Life in the underworld introduces luxuries to shades they've never experienced in life - indoor plumbing, flawless glass and mirrors, clothing finer than anything a mortal king would have had. Hades, is, after all, the richest of the pantheon thanks to his domain including gemstones. A newly-dead shade is relocated to their new condo in Asphodel, and freaks the fuck out about the bed having a mattress stuffed with down, rather than just a blanket covering straw.

#hades game #hades 2018 #hades supergiant #supergiant games #zagreus #hades

[buzz-stims]

connoreatspants stimboard with food and drink stims in blue and white for @theriver-styx 

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#connoreatspants #blue #white #slime #hands #food #dice #drinks #drink pouring #dream smp #dsmp #stimboard #stim #sensory #my boards #frosting #icing #cake #I FIXED IT I CAN MAKE BOARDS PROPERLY NOW :)

[ask-teamplayer]

enzo you talk a lot do you know that?

FATE: Have you ever been in a room while studying with him? Because it's worse. Sometimes he attaches himself to verbal stims like a facehugger and I have to deal with the consequences of that.

FATE: One time he just started rhythmically repeating "she wanna sit on my lap yuh" for like ten fucking minutes. Ten fucking minutes. I was trying to write an essay.

ENZO: call me rap god with the fire i be droppin

FATE: Whatever 'fire' you were born with was doused from you the moment you came into contact with music. You entered the River Styx without Thetis to hold you by your ankle, so your rap skills disintegrated in the waves of the water right with your humor and ability to shut the hell up.

FATE: You are acidic. Every word you speak is the equivalent to pouring acid into my ears, further decaying the bloated corpse that is my ability to process the shit that spews from your mouth.

ENZO: ...

#fate #enzo #ask #anon #enzo speechless in a good way #sometimes he likes to listen to fate rant

[sparklyz]

Info about me!

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BASICS

Name: i go by both, Styx and Pyro( preferably Styx)

Age: i'm a minor, wont specify what age

Birthday: November 11th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gender: Voidgender (AFAB)

Prrns: It/its, preferably none

Diagnoses: none atm, suspected adhd, ocd and depression tho i doubt that i have anything

Struggles?: i have hand tremors that have troubled my schoolwork, handwriting drawing etc ( i have been offered medicine for it), weak grasp of social cues, trouble sleeping, very antisocial irl, Struggling with SH atm :(

Languages i speak: English, Finnish, very little of swedish and spanish

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Looks( not mentioning much )

height: 5'3 / 163cm

Eye color: Hazel

Hair: blonde, faded red bangs

Other shit?: i have a little bit of freckles

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My favourites

Colours: pretty much any, mainly white and red

ColorCombo: Lime and hot pink

Insect: Mexican redknee tarantula

Songs atm: Pumped up kicks, EGIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE, HOT DEMON BITCHES NEAR YOU, Come as you are, Mary on a cross and Bus Money

Fruits: Lemons and Limes

Berry: strawberry

Bands: Ghost, Blind Channel, Nirvana, Lovejoy, Green Day and Red hot chili peppers

Artists: Jack staubers micropop, Lemon Demon and Corpse

Shoes: Nike af1 and converse

Numbers: 3,5,7,13

Crystals: Carribean calcite, Larimar and Rainbow fluorite

Animals: Cats, Raccoons, Flamingos

Food: plain pasta

Drinks: Water, white monster, sprite

Activites: scribblind on my hands,listening to music, Sleeping, daydreaming, playing basketball, just fucking around, iceskating, drawing

Streamers: Ranboo ( if not obvious), Tommyinnit and Karl Jacobs

Youtube channels: Buzzfeed unsolved, Kallmekris, jschlatt

Games: Minecraft, Roblox/hj , Slime rancher, Mario kart

Accsessories: Rings, earrings and necklaces

Clothing pieces: Wide-Legged jeans, super baggy t-shirts, my dads old hoodie, big sweatshirts

stuffed animals: ikea shark and a stitch stuffie from disneyland( the one in france)

Shapes: stars and triangles

school subjects: english, history and art (i also think biology is cool)

Movies: It- movies, the texas chainsaw massacre, also the hustle was funny

series: the girl from nowhere, stranger things and lego ninjago

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Things i can't stand/ don't like

dirty bathrooms

the texture of certain towels (ifykyk)

BOILED vegetables

having to sit completly still

the smell of wet towels (like if they're soaked with lake water)

Getting perfume in my mouth

not showering in my usual routine (every other day)

my math teacher

bad textures

itchy clothes

waking up early

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fun facts about me!

i have two cats

i stim very often

i'm very intrested in surgeries and medical science

i'm like obsessed with lemons

i'm very smart academically, but sometimes i lack common sense

i still play geometry dash

i have a ton of legos

i find greek mythology very interesting

i fear falling in love ( well i think in falling in love i fear rejection)

i'm scared that i will experience sleep paralysis (it just seems so scary)

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well that was some stuff about me!

#get to know me

[helluvastimblog]

River Styx halloween themed stimboard!

Sources: ♡

#river styx #monster high #stimboard #stim #hands cw #stimmy #food cw #ghost cw

[altagraye]

Time after Time A/B/O pt 1

Time after Time A/B/O stuckyxreader series pt1

Time after Time pt 1

Series Title: Time after time

Type: A/B/O Series

Stucky x y/n

POV: Omega!Fem!Asd-reader

Characterization attributes: Stimming, selective-mutism. Other asd (previously autism) thangs.

*Set in year 1946  *Spoilers for Infinity war and endgame.

Part 1: Three fabrics in time

Authors note: i apologize this isnt the finished product but i figured if i just publish this part for now i can tack on the last piece to part 1.5 later on. I have just been feeling so under the weather. I am sorry my sweet readers.

Time after Time (A/B/O)

Part 1: Three fabrics in time

Approximate year: 

-The present: 2023

-after time jump: 1946

TW: anxiety attacks, cussing, (A/B/O) dynamics, psychic powers, misogyny, ASD elements. 

Time after Time A/B/O stuckyxreader series pt1

Time after Time pt 1

Series Title: Time after time

Type: A/B/O Series

Stucky x y/n

POV: Omega!Fem!Asd-reader

Characterization attributes: Stimming, mutism. Other asd (previously autism) thangs.

*Set in year 1946  *Spoilers for Infinity war and endgame.

Part 1: Three fabrics in time.

Quote:

 “If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when I’m staring at the clock. And you wonder why I can’t take my eyes off you.”--Lang Leav

Day 1:

You, Steve, and Bucky have been inseparable. If anyone needed evidence for this fact, all they had to do was see your two claim-marks. You wore them proudly because you loved being their omega. 

Since they were so much a part of you, the both of them, your Sun and your Moon. They were your vital signs. They kept your heart beating in your chest and your blood pumping through your veins.

Losing either one of them wasn’t an option. You’d just gotten Bucky back after the five year blip.

And man was the blip absolute Hell. You’d felt your heart tumbling down into the darkened depths, wandering on the barren banks of the Styx.

It was already bad enough when Bucky decided to go under in Wakanda, your Alphas keeping that secret from you until the very last moment. With you separated from Bucky, your heats had lessened and you got really sick. It was Hell.

When you and Steve lost Bucky, you got extremely sick, again but this was worse. Your heats stopped completely and it had you fearing your fertility had been ruined. You haven’t had a heat in 5 years.

Needless to say you weren't about to lose another mate. You had a feeling that your Alphas knew something you didn't. 

Like Steve so quickly volunteered for this mission, and that scared the hell out of you. 

Bucky just stood there with his hands planted in his hoodie pockets, not willing to change anything. 

There is absolutely no way you were about to let this happen. The three of you were a team, partners, lovers. 

You were pissed that they'd keep this from you. That they thought you would just accept being away from them. 

You took Bucky's hand and trudged over to the platform. The mechanics of the machine whirring loudly. 

it happened in a flash of light and a crash of sound, loud like a crack of lightning. one second you were looking at Steve, a briefcase filled with all the collected Infinity stones and the next you were plopped into a bustling alleyway filled with people. You turned back, not feeling Bucky within your grasp anymore. To your horror he wasn’t.

“Alpha?” you asked, confusion warping your mind. You couldn’t see them or smell any of your Alphas’ anywhere. 

You took a few steps into the center of the bustling alleyway. So many different scents were attacking your nose. Alphas, Betas, very few omegas. The distinct scent of baked goods was thick in the air. 

Everyone was dressed weirdly. Were you transported on the set of West Side Story?

Harshly you were thrown to the brick of the alleyway. Knocked to your hands and knees.

“Shit. Get outta the way lady!” Called back a young male Beta on an old looking bicycle, carrying a bag full of newspapers. One of them fell out and within your reach. The courier didn’t seem to care much and went about his business.

You picked up the paper and scurried over to the side of a building.

A loud crash of thunder filled your ears and an overwhelming scent of Charcoal and Hay struck your nose.

“Hey, Miss. You alright? You had quite a fall.” He asked in a thick New York accent. You tried to be decent with the man, relatively nice looking, nothing seemed too off about him.

The man helped you to your feet, and looked you up and down.

“I don’t know of any women who wear denim pants? Where are you from, Miss?” he asked. Fuck. What century are you in Y/N? It’s not like the way you were dressed, you looked around ignoring the man in front of you and not making any eye contact. No one had sneakers like you, or a red and black plaid jacket, and the only people wearing anything close to a tank top were men. They all looked like they were wearing wife beaters. 

You could feel sweat drip from the back of your neck. You bit your bottom lip and shuffled through the newspaper reading the headline. It read, ‘Goering, Vonn Ribbentrop and 9 others to hang.’ 

You looked at it with a long face, your eyes jutting up to the header to read the date. Tuesday, October 1st, 1946.

“Lady are you alright? You look like you’re about to hurl.” Said the man.

“I-I-I’m okay.” You replied, cursing yourself for stuttering. Your palms were beginning to sweat and didn’t like the way this man smelled.

He pressed you up against the cold brick wall of the alleyway as it began to downpour. 

He pressed his nose against your neck as you struggled to keep him off you.

“Damn, your scent is somethin’ else, lady. Wouldn’t mind having it for myself.” he said in a low tone, his scent becoming intensified.

You touched his forehead and a silver light came flowing through your palm like soft river water. A loud snarl was heard from your left. You distracted the Alpha with one of your illusions. The Alpha was confused yet transfixed on the wild black wolf in the middle of the alleyway stalking forward through the darkness.

“Hey, what did you do?” he asked, fear bubbling up in him.

“Simple. I unleashed a Hellhound. One you can’t run from.” In a way you were telling the truth to him. Not that you thought Hellhounds were real. They weren’t, at least to you. So you made him believe he was being hunted by a beast. One like in the old days, as the legend went, all Alphas and Omegas were derived from multiple werewolf legends around the world.  The wolf snarled again and gave chase, his claws making large gashes in the brick, sharp and lethal.

The Alpha Didn’t care about you anymore and ran for his life, horrified at the bloodthirsty creature.

You smirked, thankful he wouldn’t dare to touch another Omega without consent. He would run until his legs gave out, flail around as your wolf attacked him, but to the public eye he would be reduced to a lunatic. You didn’t really feel bad about it. Who knows what he could have done to you if he was already ignoring your obvious claim marks.

 Thunder cracked across the sky like a huge drum, it sounded primal and commanding. You slumped down on the side of the building as the rain fell. You didn’t mind the rain, but you began to get cold and all you wanted was to lay in a warm nest with Steve and Bucky. But you didn’t see them nor could you smell their scent. You only had small whiffs of bliss left over, lingering on your clothes.

There were so many people around it made you very nervous and you looked different. The clothes you were wearing made the strangers around you stare. There was a young pup about 7 years old with her mother walking by. She was curious about you but her mother quickly hurried her away from you. Muttering something about vagrants.

As the rain stopped and the night came you were shivering, your teeth chattering wildly. Passersby under their breaths called you ‘slick-casher’. At first you didn’t understand what they meant but as the night went on you got  it. They thought you were a sex worker. 

You tucked your knees close to your chest and rested your head on the cold brick. Your stomach growled in protest. You didn’t have any cash on you and you doubted anyone would take it if you had it. The money looks so different. It was useless to try your cell phone, the cell towers weren’t invented yet.

The scent of the bakery was making your hunger worse. All you could think about was Them. Your perfect Alphas. But now you feel so alone. You hated being alone and fearing all these strangers. Stinging began in the backs of your eyes, and warm tears fell down your cheeks. you weren’t cut out for this kind thing. Not this place, or this time. Where the strong survived in the concrete jungle. You didn’t mean to cry, in fact you loathed crying. You felt it was just more confirmation that you were weak. Inferior.

You heard gunshots from a few blocks away and the sharp sound of tires peeling out on the road.

You felt bad for Steve, at least how he used to be when he was small. Getting beat up all the time. choosing not to run from a fight he knew he would lose anyway. You were lucky to have someone like him and Bucky who accepted you for who you were.

But you found it hard to accept yourself for who you were. Your foster parents weren’t the best. They didn’t understand your Autism.They didn’t understand why they had to keep teaching you how to do things you already knew or why you would get upset when they would move something in your room. Why you could only do one task at a time. If they gave you directions for something and there were too many steps, why would you freak out and have a meltdown.

“Hey. Why don’t you come inside? This is no place for a ‘Mega.” said a voice with a thick Italian accent.

You jumped at the realization that someone was talking to you. You didn’t want to have an experience like before, but this was a Beta. Not that he couldn’t do harm to you. You didn’t look at his face and you didn’t talk to him. He took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. He made sure not to touch you.

“You’re terrified. I can smell it on you, clear as day. I saw that bad Alpha, somethin chased him off. had him shakin’ in his shoes. You can have whatever you want in my bakery. I got Cannolis, the finest focaccia in town, my chocolate cake is to die for. Please, I’d hate to see anything happen to you out here. Just come in to eat, if you don’t like me I can take you up to St. Mary’s convent.” the male Beta said.

You sniffed in the air to smell him out. you didn’t sense him lying. You were still afraid to look at him though. The smell wasn’t sweet, but it was pleasant to you. Freshly cut grass. a different kind of scent.

“If you try anything funny… I'm warning you.” you growled a bit. a feeble attempt at a warning combined with your own scent beginning to turn bitter. 

The man raised his hands in his defense, “Hey, no funny business. I promise.” He held out his hand to help you up as your stomach growled viciously again. 

“See. no harm, no foul. I just want to help.” He reiterated, ducking his head a little to show his submission and to get a better look at you. Reluctantly you looked at his face. you forgot to say thank you, or anything at all before following the Beta. You liked his eyes. a dark brown but soft on the inside.

For now you felt like you could trust him. But you kept your guard up.

The moment you stepped into his shop, you were dazed by the wonderful aroma of pastries and breads.

“There’s a small bed in the back. It’s no nest but it will work. What does your tongue fancy? Cannolis or something else. Here, have your pick. What’s your name, ma’am?” The Beta said, locking his door behind him. and coming over to the glass counter as you scanned at the array of sweets and breads.

“Y/N.” you muttered, preoccupied by the variety of Italian cookies. that would do for now. Fatigue was beginning to set in now that the word nest was mentioned. You missed your Alphas. Whatever they knew, it didn’t matter to you now. You just wanted them back.

“Y/N. That's a pretty name. Here take the whole tray. I’m sorry I don't really have a bath tub here, so you can’t wash up. The bed is in the back, through those doors. My name’s Giotto Enzo. But everybody calls me Gio.” He said as he gave you the entire tray of cookies. You smiled and raised your eyes a little, beginning to get more comfortable with the kind stranger.

Gio gave you a short smile and led you into the back, through the kitchen and into the very back of the bakery.

You sat on the twin bed, something just enough for you to fit in. and took your pick of the cookies. Gio sat across from you, patient and every once in a while taking a sniff to judge your scent. Seeing if you were comfortable or not.

“I’m not trying to be a peep or nothin’. I just do this for Omegas who had a bad night with their Alphas. So many of ‘em end up on the street and get into the wrong crowd. Seen a couple of ‘em not make it. Felt terrible for it, you know? So I started doing something about it.” Gio said, scratching the back of his neck.

“mmmm. These are excellent. You’re a nice man.” you said. You ate about five cookies before you set the tray to the side on a small counter next to you. Gio smiled at your compliment.

“No problem. You can take the tray with you, and anything else that fits your fancy really. I’m sorry I don't wanna be a prude or nothin’ I just can’t help but notice you’re mated.” Gio said, sitting back in his seat. but he continued, “To two people. Do you have two Alphas?” he asked in a hushed tone.

You looked up at him through your naturally dense eyelashes. You looked down and covered yourself up with the thin blanket, covering your claim marks. Was he judging you? For having two marks?

“Ah. Shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t wanna make you feel bad. Stuff like that, multiple mates ‘n’ all. That’s been happening for eons. It ain’t gonna stop now. It’s natural. You can’t help your instinct right? You’re secret's safe with me. Scouts honor.” He said, raising his hand.

“T-T-Thank you Gio.” you said as you adjusted in the bed and turned around to face the wall, snuggling into the pillow.

“Nah, don’t mention it. Goodnight.” Gio said shifting against the cold tile floor.

“Night.” you said back to him. His scent lightened slightly and made it easier to fall asleep. As if you were in the middle of a meadow, the warm sun on your face.

Day 2, October 2nd 1946, Wednesday:

You woke with a jolt to the loud sounds of a fight going on beyond the kitchen of the bakery.

“Where is she! Did you touch her?! Speak Beta or I'll give you a reason to!!” You knew that voice anywhere. The scent was pungent and like a raging fire. Burning high over a field.

“Woah. Big fella, I mean no harm. I never touched your ‘Mega I swear. She- She’s in the back. I took her off the street.” Gio stammered with his words.

You clutched the pillow close to your chest, for comfort. and nearly raced through the kitchen to the other side of the bakery.

You saw him there, pinning Gio to the wall, your eyes met and you dropped the pillow, not caring that it fell to the ground.

Tears stung your eyes and you sprinted to your Alpha. Bucky let Gio go, unworthy of his attention.

Gio was slumped down against the wall, gasping. 

“Bucky! I-I-I- was so scared. I didn’t know what happened. Where were you? W-w-w-where is Alpha?” You asked, trembling in Bucky’s beefy embrace.

Bucky tucked your head close to his chest and left small kisses in your hair, a firm hand smoothing up and down your back. You’d never smelled such a wonderful scent before. To have your Alpha back was priceless. His firewood aroma enveloping your lungs, not choking you the way smoke would but something that went straight to your bloodstream and soothed you from the inside out.

“I’m here now, ‘Mega. I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll take care of you. I haven’t found Alpha yet. But we will. We will.” Bucky reassured you.

Gio stepped a little closer, taking off his hat to show submission.

Bucky kept his grip on you, and growled lowly, a warning to the Beta if he took another step, he’d be mincemeat.

“Bucky, It’s okay, he’s good. He took me out of the rain and off the street. He gave me food and a small nest to sleep in for the night. He kept me here until you could find me.” You looked up and into Bucky’s eyes. you missed those deep blue pieces of magic.

“Really? You’ve got a pair on you. Thank you. If a nearby Alpha went feral, you would’ve died.” Bucky said letting you go so you could compose yourself.

“There’s nothin’ to it. I just wanted to do the right thing. I stayed up all night so that no one broke in. If they did, they’d have to go through me and my old thompson. I just hate seein’ ‘Megas like that.” Gio said, putting his cap back on. He moved over behind the glass counter and  looked at his array of baked goods.

“Here. Have whatever you’d like, Y/N. It was a pleasure meetin’ you. Not so much the Alpha but I understand.” Gio said tapping on the counter.

“Oh. Gio. I don’t have any money on me.” you said getting a guilty feeling in your stomach.

“Don’t worry about it. On the house. My treat. Take all you can carry. I insist.” Gio said pridefully and straightened out his back, smiling at you. You cowered a little, still shy.

You pointed to the chocolate cake and to the cannolis. Giotto’s face lit up.

“Comin’ right up!” He said as he hurried to find packages to put the treats in.

“Thank you.” Bucky said accepting the gifts,while you kept his flesh hand preoccupied with your dainty hand. You never wanted to let go of him ever again.

You waved to Gio silently and he smiled back at you as you exited the shop with Bucky.

“Take care!” Gio yelled back.

Day 2 (continued) , October 2nd 1946, Wednesday:

Your grip tightened on Bucky’s flesh hand as you whimpered slightly.

“I know Doll. We’ll be there soon. Hopefully Alpha will be there too. Just focus on me okay? I got you.” Bucky smiled when you looked up at him, and you felt your nervousness melt away. There were so many people out even with it being this early in the morning. not that you could tell what the time was. You always found a digital clock easier to read than analog.

You responded by squeezing his hand back. the two of you continued to trudge forward. You had no idea where you were going but you trusted Bucky completely. You had nothing to fear now. But you couldn’t help but wonder where Steve had gone. Or if he was really there, stuck in his and Bucky’s time with you. 

“How much longer?” You asked, staring at the cake in your arms.

“Not long, just a couple blocks. Why? Is something wrong? Are you getting tired? Want a piggyback?” Bucky suggested.

You shook your head, “No. I can walk, I just really want to dig into this cake. It smells so good!”

Bucky chuckled at your cuteness. 

Your anticipation and excitement swallowed you up, so the only thing you could do was swing Bucky’s arm in quick succession, back and forth. This continued until you got up the steps to an unfamiliar apartment building. 

You followed Bucky’s lead until he stopped in front of a brick. He turned to you, kissing you gently on your soft lips. 

“I gotta let go now Doll,” he said as you whimpered defeatedly, “I know I’m sorry.” he apologized. He let go and lifted the brick up, finding a key. 

You hummed a random tune to yourself while you waited for Bucky to open the door. Your lips seemed to be stuck in a wide smile, “Cake. Cake. Cake. Ch-ch-ch-chocolate cake!” you said excitedly.

“Shhh. Doll.” Bucky whispered as the lock clicked open. Bucky motioned that he would go in first and check things out, to make sure it was safe for you to go in. You nodded and started to do a little dance, happy about your cake. 

You stayed silent and looked around at the city before you. It was wildly different than what you knew. Clothes lines swaying in the crisp winter wind. Sounds of young pups playing in groups in the courtyard and across the street. Something had you thinking  that there was an eerie-ness to this place. Like you were being watched.

“The coast is clear. C’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” Bucky said, wrapping his arm around you protectively, his eyes searching around for unseen enemies. He closed the door and locked it. 

“Awww. But what about cake? oooo. Do you want some too?!” you asked willing to share. you held out the box of cake so that Bucky could have first dibs. Bucky stared back with a smile on his face and a warmth in his heart. Your eyes were beautiful and doe-d.

“I’ll have some later, Babe. Hey. I'm sorry it’s not much but it's home.” Bucky said, pointing her over to the kitchen.

“Cake. cake. cake. Cake with my Alpha.” you ended the sentence in a giddy trill, when you put the box down on the counter and searched for a knife to cut it with.

Bucky looked around for a long moment. reminiscing on the days when he and Steve spent their lives here. He read the Hobbit with Steve on his lap on that old couch. They had a bad argument over dinner in the small dining room when Bucky had to tell Steve he was ‘volunteering’ for the war. Bucky would never let him know that he was actually drafted. He kept that a secret, even after all these years. They spent many nights in bed, curled up with each other, Bucky tucking Steve’s fragile body close to his. He remembers the first time they made love, and the first time they claimed each other. Being sure to mark the other on the wrist, some place less obvious. For Bucky, that mark is gone now, a phantom he only can remember in his mind. His scattered, scarred, fucked up mess of a mind. The mark, something he held so dearly-- HYDRA had replaced it with a machine. One that took so many lives.

Bucky jumped a little, snapping back to reality when he smelled Y/N’s strong Honey scent. Bucky’s eyes were wet with the hardened memories of his past.

“Taste it. It makes everything better. I’m sorry you’re sad Alpha. D-do you want me to make you feel better?” Y/N held out a forkful of her large slice of cake and offered it to Bucky. A lone tear falling from those cerulean orbs. Bucky smiled, genuinely. He felt he didn’t deserve someone as gentle and kind as Y/N. Bucky opened his mouth and took the forkful of cake into his mouth, savoring its flavor and his Omega’s kind gesture.

“Thank you, Doll. It tastes good. You can have the rest.” Bucky said as he moved to the small kitchen table, room enough for four. His gaze settled on the stacks of bills there on the table. Rent. dust forming on the dog-eared pages. How long has it been since this place had someone living in it? Since Steve left for  boot camp?

Someone had to have been paying the bills since Steve was left frozen in the middle of nowhere. Bucky smelled the papers, a Coffee aroma lingering on them. Y/N shoved a generous forkful of cake into her mouth and stared on in silent observance, curiosity peaked her interest.

Y/N got closer to her Alpha and sniffed at the papers, not recognizing the scent at all.

“Who smells like Coffee? Someone you know, Alpha?” She inquired.

“I don’t really remember anyone important. It's been so long. Whoever it is, they're kind. They’ve been paying rent for an empty home for the past 3 years.” Bucky surmised.

Y/N was still listening but she had wandered around the apartment. Lazily stuffing her face with the delicious cake. Every once in a while she’d make little happy noises as she explored the new location. Bucky’s heart fell in love with her more and more by the second, every piece of her he adored so much.

Y/N finished her slice of cake and put the dishes in the sink, looked around confused, searching for something she thought should have been there.

“Bucky? Where’s the fridge? H-have they been invented yet?” She asked. Bucky chuckled and pointed to a white box with a metal handle. It was a bit bigger than a large suitcase and had a strange looking globe at the top.

“That’s a fridge?! woah! It's so tiny. How does it even work? Where’s the freezer at? Are those even a thing yet?” Y/N reacted.

“Look. This is where the ice tray goes, in this corner. and everything else is kept cold like a fridge. there isn’t really a separate compartment for a freezer.” Bucky explained.

“woah. That's kind of cool! Hehe. So the cake goes in here and stays cold. Like normal. Yay. When did you guys get this? Isn’t this expensive?”

“Oh. This is old. We got this as a present from Sarah. That’s Alpha’s mom. Or was. she passed right after. I think she might have known about us. She was a very kind woman.” Bucky explained closing the fridge with a snap of its handle. His eyes were somewhere else, lost in his own past.

“Alpha? Do you think Sarah would have liked me? I know it isn’t really normal to be with two Alphas.” introspectively you said, your eyes wandering to the wooden floor, self-conscious.

Bucky couldn’t respond. instead he took you gently by the back of the neck and guided you into a steady kiss. your lips were like bliss intertwined with his. He broke the kiss softly and rested his head on your forehead.

“Don’t worry about it, ‘Mega. You mean the world to me and to Steve. We love you so much. If I have to keep reminding you of that every day, I will.” 

“Thank you Alpha. I love you too. Is it okay if I slept in your and Stevie’s bed? I’m pretty tired.” you asked. Bucky sighed.

“You don’t have to ask me, Doll. Go get some rest. I’ll join you soon.”

You turned and smiled brightly stepping on the creaky wooden floor. unknowingly there were a few nails loose on the slat that you were stepping on. Bucky had remembered this and swept you up into his arms, making you yipe a bit.

“I'll fix it in the morning. Can’t have anything hurt my perfect little Omega.” Bucky stared into your eyes, completely mesmerized by you.

you giggled and held onto his vibranium arm, admiring the gold and deep gray hues. you giggled again after a cute thought.

“My knight in shining Vibranium armor!” Bucky smiled lightly and kissed the side of your head as he effortlessly walked you to the bedroom. He set you down on the large bed and covered you in the thick bedding. You could get used to this. All you needed now was both your Alphas to snuggle up with. They were always so comforting on cold winter days like these. 

Bucky sighed as he sat next to you on the bed. He tucked a few locks of your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m just gonna check everything out for a while. Goodnight my love.” he said, getting up from the bed, creaking from the loss of his weight. You succumbed to the waves of tiredness from the events of the day. Knowing that you were now safe was a big relief.

Day 3, October 3rd 1946, Thursday :

You woke to the soft morning sunlight on your face, distant birds tweeting and fluttering about. Several cars honking and the bustle you recognized with this unique concrete jungle. Maybe this was the only thing that stayed constant? New York City was still as vivacious as ever. The bed was oddly comfortable, Bucky had scented some old shirts and set them next to you. You realized your head was feeling fuzzy. When you sat up, the room around you spun. 

You closed your eyes and grabbed onto Bucky’s shirt, swiftly shoving it into your nose and inhaling. You jumped at the sudden striking noise of a hammer hitting nails. You sighed in relief remembering Bucky said he was going to repair that wonky slat of wood later. Maybe he woke up early and went out to get supplies while you were still sleeping?

You checked the bedside clock next to you but couldn’t really read it. Instead you rose from bed and stretched, feeling an overwhelming urge to get back into your nest. Oh yeah this is gonna be a tough day. You thought to yourself.

You shuffled your feet into the kitchen quite noisily. Bucky stopped his work on the floor to gawk at you.

“Did I wake you?” he asked, setting his hammer down with a light thud. 

“No. How long have you been up?” you asked, heading to a cabinet for a glass.

“Oh a few hours. Couldn’t sleep well. But on the good side of that I got you a present.” He said, rising from his crouched position and coming over to kiss you lightly.  Your eyebrows stitched together on your face, “But it’s not my birthday. and it’s not an anniversary or anything.” you stated.

“I know Doll. I just wanted to get you something that fits the era.” Bucky kissed you on  the lips, slow and sweet. “Close your eyes, Love.”

You followed suit and played with the hem of Bucky's red Henley. He gave it to you to sleep in last night.

@imaginedreamwrite​

Chapter to be continued in part 1.5!

#Time after Time series (a/b/o) #time travel #alternate time #1940s #omegaverse #alpha!bucky x omega!reader #a/b/o dynamics #autistic author #autistic omega #autistic characters #autistic women #alpha!steve rogers

[ifishouldvanish]

Autistic Thanatos headcanon!

Difficulty identifying and communicating his emotions

Difficulty with conversational pragmatics (shifting in and out of convos abruptly)

Difficulty reading people's intentions (the whole Sisyphus thing, being confused when Zag keeps giving him nectar and ambrosia)

Doesn't know how to accept compliments/gifts

Flat affect in his facial expressions and tone of voice

Connects with Zagreus through structured time spent slaying wretches together

Strong sense of duty toward his work/loyalty to the House

Confirmed loner who longs for closeness in his way (Nyx dialogue)

Confirmed not invited to feasts because people think he'll kill the vibe (Dionysus dialogue)

Confirmed comes off as disinterested in others (Ares dialogue)

Confirmed comes off as grumpy when he is isn't, just because he's quiet (post romance scene dialogue)

Had to cut his hair because having it all over his neck gave him The Bad Sensation

Mort as a comfort object!

Watching the Styx as a special interest!

Floating as a stim!

#I'm in deep folks #sorry this is just a hades blog now 🙈 #thanatos #thanzag #hades game

[styxms]

the morphosis when its meta idk i never read it

x x x / x x x / x x x

#franz kafka #the metamorphosis #gregor samsa #stimboard #stim #stimblr #styx stims #grey #brown #black #hands #paint #slime #plushies #white #soft #animated #ask to tag #i made the black beetle gif :]

[crossxroads]

*wiggles* pls sir, another if u will

MORE INFO ON STYX AND HANK 🅱️LS 🛐🛐🛐 JUST ANYTHIING YOU CAN THINK OF jdhddkhf

I'm!!! Very delighted that you're so excited for the Wimbletons!!

Hank has a lot of inherited (and learned) habits from Styx.

Both of them share the same stims:

They shake/flap/clap their hands when they get excited over something. Their whole body trembles from their excitement.

Hank used to have Styx's humming and singing stim, but mostly just hums in the current day from the chronic pain from their jaw prosthetic.

Hank, like Styx is very impulsive and pretty reckless, because, hey, he had to learn it from somewhere. Though Styx is a bit more cautious than their son is when it comes to combat situations. Styx prefers to try and scope out a location as opposed to going in guns blazing.

Styx's sense of humor is softer than Hank's is. Hank can get pretty mean when it comes to some of the jokes and quips he makes (though, then again, a lot of people in the current day are pretty shitty, so Hank doesn't care to apologize). They're both very sarcastic though.

Unlike Styx, Hank's kind of—bad when it comes to tech. Styx can hack, Hank looks at a console that controls a motorized/locked gate/door/vault and goes "Nah, I'll just destroy the door". Yeah, he can use a radio and a computer, but he's not the best with it.

Styx, on the other hand, give them 30 minutes to look over something and they'll figure out how: not only to break into it but sing you happy birthday in binary.

Neither of them knows how to fully function when it comes to social situations. Styx is more chatty, but will only really communicate with people for a short period of time before going off and doing something by themself. Hank's the same way, but worse. He usually stands around and watches people do things, and never makes an attempt to try and speak.

With people, they like/love, however, both will do their best to engage with them as much as they can verbally. Though, inevitably, they'll settle back to watch and listen once they've exhausted their dialogue options.

Hank has a harder time than Styx with verbally expressing his love. He tends to do so more with action, and even then, some people may have a hard time seeing Hank's affections as him being romantic, much to his chagrin.

Styx wears their goggles because they deal with a lot of bright lights from explosions and other objects that light the heck up.

Hank wears his goggles/glasses because he's got photosensitivity. His lenses are heavier polarized than that of his parents due to his fixed pupils. It's one of his few "defects". Not that he cares, of course. He gets to look like Styx, and also looks cool, so what if it's a bit brighter than normal?

Hank liked to mimic Styx a lot as a kid, how they walked, talked, and acted.

A lot of how Hank dresses in the current day is based on his memories of how Styx wore their outfits.

Hank will also have his headwraps/headscarves carefully tied or braided to mimic hair, just like Styx did.

#madness combat oc #madness combat au #madness combat hank #hank j wimbleton #[o] hank j wimbleton #[o] styx wimbleton #[x] ask #[x] jalapeñjowrites

[solreefs]

what they don’t tell you about parenting books for autistic kids is that sometimes they will have helpful strategies even for teenagers. and sometimes they will have the absolute worst takes on stimming and special interests you’ve ever seen in your life. and often this will be the same book.

#went to the library today #read about this idea of a picture schedule where you put pictures of the places you have to go that day #and number the order you’re going to them in. sounds cool and i actually think that would help me know what the heck is going on. #but also the same book was like “here’s how to stop your child from stimming because this harmless behavior is bad actually” so. #other highlights: “my kid used to have autism” “if i could travel back in time and cure autism for everyone i would” #no. stfu. #autism #actually autistic #ableism #(?) maybe #styx’s brain weirdness

[arabnico]

hello esteemed audience today i offer you: nico christmas hcs <3

- their cabin isn’t really heavily decorated because bright lights get overwhelming but he has a small christmas tree decorated with just a simple star put up and at the bottom of it there’s the nativity ikon

- he gets reaaaally hype over christmas music

- specifically religious arabic christmas music

- like it’s barely 3:19 PM on the 24th and they are blasting “laylit eid”, “de’ou jras el eid” and “laylata el milad”

- if anyone in xyr general vicinity was unaware of fairuz and majida el roumi’s existences Now They Are. more than they would’ve liked

- they spend christmas eve with the children at camp who don’t have anyone to come back home to and to celebrate the night with. gods who may get angry at a religious celebration not dedicated to them be DAMNED he is giving those kids a happy joyful familial christmas celebration fight xem if you dare to

- they’re dionysus’ favorite by far (he won’t admit it but it’s true) anyway so he reluctantly (or not) indulges xem in Everything

- there’s obviously a secret santa going on, except everyone just gift each other handmade stuff because that’s more <3 christmas spirit-y <3

- nico sews something pretty for theirs

- he gets from his a clay vase-like thing with stuff like snakes and bats and turtles and all of those niche animals they adore painted on it and xe is Obsessed and very happy (result: happy stimming)

- dionysus just Looks at all these campers that he supposedly cannot stand and he’s just

- well they’re kids they deserve a happy celebration like every other kid on this forsaken earth and some good old christmas gifts alright styx what am i doing do i want to endure this punishment for the rest of FOREVER- 

- anyway fingers snappy snap and each camper’s got whichever present they desired shyly in the back of their mind

- nico’s got that look on his face that’s like “oh i am going to tease you so much about this in therapy aksumu bi’allah el aazim i am never letting this go-”

- anyway chb celebration over (for nico at least)

- nico goes to the midnight mass

- he says to everyone he passes by عيد ميلاد مجيد" و كل عيد و انتو بخير" (glorious christmas and happy and healthy returns) because they’re your local devoted polite christian teenager that your parents wish you were more like

- also yes their church is mostly frequented by arab christians and the mass is in arabic i make the rules and enforce them

- the church is alight with candles everywhere, their shy heat is overpowered by the warmth radiated by the people attending

- the room is filled by the echoes of chants (some he already knew, some xe learned with time) to which they sing along

- he’s filled with so much peace and comfort and happiness but also that dull ache caused by the everlasting reminder that his mama and bianca aren’t here to celebrate with him and it hurts still but if they’re in his heart then they’re celebrating with him. the heat that surrounds xem feels like the warmth of a motherly and sisterly embrace and he basks in the illusion of it for a second too long

- they stay after the mass ends, the church is relatively empty so xe just prays

- prays for his mama and bianca and their memory, prays for hazel and reyna, prays for rachel and piper, for all xyr friends, for the kids at camp half blood and everyone else in the world. also prays for xemself and just talks to allah about everything and anything that comes to mind and that he needs to get off their chest

- he just likes praying, the feeling of conversing with allah, the comfort and how less alone he feels

- xe kisses the icons of the iconostasis and lights two candles before going back to his cabin

- he spends the actual christmas day alternating between spending time with hazel, reyna, piper, and rachel

- because christmas is meant to be celebrated with family and they’re his

- piper compliments xyr dark green sweater and black wool tights and mahogany red skirt (christmas colors but make it less flashy and eye straining and more nico’s style) because they’re rocking their outfit as always

- they are also wearing xyr allah and cross necklaces as always

- xe gives all of his favorite lesbians girls the gifts xe got for them

- for hazel he got a pair of demonias (yes hazel is goth she’s very cool)

- for reyna he gets plushes two dog ones and one horse and xe messes with them a little so they look more like her real “pets”

- for piper he gets a pirate hat (they bonded over the childhood niche interest that is pirates methinks) with sooo many personalized patches

- for rachel they sewed a colorful and customized bag for her art supplies

- nico bakes maamool <3 his favorite are the tamr (date) ones because the texture and the taste is just superior

just !!! overall happy nico having a happy christmas after reconciling themself with religion and <333 yes xe deserves

#oh wow that’s much longer than i planned it to be #kind of a really sad day #so here i am with my christian arab nico propaganda #as always self-indulgence is my drive #this took various unplanned turns and is very uncohesive but who cares #me always: must allude that nico is autistic #also i just think dionysus is your local cool gay wine uncle #nico di angelo #headcanons #og

[akiragatr]

Tagged by @mookybear12404 comfort food: Sushi, rice, potatoes, bread (pretty much if it’s got starch, it counts), tea

comfort clothes: My navy blue bathrobe with moons and stars on it. It’s very soft. Also a bunch of my graphic t-shirts.

comfort item: p l u s h i e s

comfort character: Pretty much any character that I reverse-imprint on and go “my adopted child now” (a lot of them)

comfort song: Most of Owl City’s songs, “Mr. Blue Sky” by ELO, “Come Sail Away” by Styx, P!nk’s cover of “A Million Dreams”, “Pollyanna” by Catherine Warwick

comfort YouTuber: Odd Tinkering, Wadzee, VSauce, Kurzgesagt, Vat19 (A few of these aren’t singular Youtubers)

comfort video games: Pokemon, Animal Crossing, Legend of Zelda, Paper Mario the Thousand Year Door

comfort film: White Christmas, Wall-E, While You Were Sleeping, Howl’s Moving Castle, Patema Inverted

comfort show: Hyouka

comfort stim: Pacing, though I do that more to release stress and anxiety than anything

comfort activity: Playing video games, reading, listening to ASMR

#my posts #not tagging anyone #if you wanna do it go ahead