#i decided on pain (:

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

#comic art #comics #original comic #chronic pain #carpal tunnel #tendonitis #my art #original #edit: what a delightful surprise to see this take off #this was made for class on very low fuel and very few thoughts and late at night and exhausted #the prompt was just a wordless narrative essay. three pages. and i had nothing and no ideas #and my head hurt and i was too tired to think about doing any of the like. research and mind mapping and ideating i'd do otherwise #but my arm hurt #so i decided to do a thing about arm hurty #i'm surprised to see so many people finding it resonating with them #but then again i shouldn't be. the universal lies in the specific #i should make more things about smaller stuff

[dolceaspidenera]

Thinking about this line from Cazador and what implies:

I keep thinking about how strange and new must have been for Astarion to finally be surrounded by people who actually listen to him and no one there to punish him for speaking up. 

How it must have felt for him to be able to freely joke around and find that Tav actually laughs at his jokes and even joins in the fun. How new it must have been to be able to express himself and have people who actually listen to him and don't treat him like he is a nuisance, but truly listen to what he has to say. 

I imagine a Tav who just listens, even when he is complaining and whining on purpose, they listen and maybe smile a bit between themselves because they've seen through him, and they never tell him to shut up, they let him vent, they listen to his stories about Cazador, they laugh with him at his jokes. 

No wonder he falls so hard for Tav or becomes very fond of them in a friendship route.

After 200 years where even the Gods didn't care to listen, he has found someone who sits down with him and hears him out.

#today I woke up and decided to bring you pain #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #astarion ancunin #character analysis #bg3 meta

[raphaerolo]

Get this man medical attention and a hug

#commander cody #i wanted to draw something bloody but i made myself sad #i wouldve drawn obiwan but i already have so many angst wips for him #so i decided to inflict pain on his husband i mean commander #star wars fanart #my art #the bad batch #tbb cody #if something happens to him i will cry #cw blood #tw blood #sw tcw fanart #sw tcw #illustration #fanart #digital art #star wars

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

#mae clairenatural writing fic in the year 2023...... #go easy on me im rusty #i started this a year ago and decided to finish it and that was PAINFUL #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #1.2k words #my words

[gardenofnoah]

“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”

you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.

“—uh?”

you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.

and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.

“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.

“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.

“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.

“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.

it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.

and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.

“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.

he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.

you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.

“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.

“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.

“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.

you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.

“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.

“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”

#i started writing this and then decided i wanted to stop #i am a side sleeper and it causes me much pain and strife but i feel that the solution is a large muscular man between my legs #just for pain relief purposes of course #now that i think of it. this is the second nanamin pain relief fic i’ve written #so i am projecting and you’ll all have to deal with that #we’ll call this a little milestone post #700 of you! that’s nuts! #nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanamin #nanami fluff #nanami smut #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento smut #nanamin it’s the little things #bwritesthings

[artblock-tm]

It's not MY fault they're so easy to whack with a comically large angst hammer

#meme #doodle doodles #they're MY blorbos #I get to decide the horrible amount of pain I put them through

[adeleba]

Sometimes, he doesn't want to have his face in the pictures. It would hurt too much to look at them and realize, he's the only one left.

(Sort of a companion piece to this post)

#'If looking at pictures of the past only brought pain then would you still want to be a part of them?' #and yes he's side eyeing that one pic of him and sensei garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #adelebart #this was sitting too long in my folder #decided to post now cuz i was in an angsty mood #ninjago headcanons

[t06y]

I love you people with shaky limbs. I love you people with motor tics. I love you people with leg problems. I love you people who use mobility aids. I love you people who have chronic muscle pain. I love you people with chronic muscle spasms. I love you people with foot problems. I love you people who have prosthetic limbs. I love you wheelchair users. I love you people who have more problems walking then what society consider “normal”. I love you people who have mobility issues.

#body posititivity #disability positivity #this is because my legs hate crimed me #op has chronic leg pain #and shaky limbs #and motor tics #I am posting this in class #my legs decided to make school hallways #worse then they already are

[frenchublog]

ily

#spuffy #spike x buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #my art #lmao guess who's brainrot again #sarah michelle gellar #james marsters #redraw screenshot #in pain since like forever #spuffy walked so that reylo could run #because it seems like all my ships are doomed and you'd think id be full of hate but no #im powerful because i decided to not care #denial is key #please dont repost #this came to me in a dream #they're effulgent #btw theres bonus art/doodles on instagram #things i couldn't put on the pages

[measuringbliss]

People are acting so weird and possessive of Markiplier for the whole OnlyFans situation. He's an adult. He's an adult who's been a celebrity for years. He knows people thirst on him. That's why he had this idea in the first place. He's not some naive kid you must protect. He's not some innocent soul that the evil sluts of Tumblr and Twitter will corrupt. He knows the Internet, he knows his fans and he knows his job.

He's an adult and he can make his own choices.

#Markiplier #I've seen quite a few comments expressing discomfort and like. You can just. Not subscribe to his OF???? #That's a possibility. You can block people too. #I think some of you really need to learn about parasocial relationships and reflect on it #He's not your dad #He's not your friend #He's just a dude #A dude who has a job and it just so happens that his job revolves around appearing personable #Don't forget that you don't truly know him and MORE IMPORTANTLY he doesn't know YOU #He probably has various ideas on xho his fans are as subgroups but he doesn't know you personally #Actually it reminds me of Maisee Williams in GoT s8 #People had seen her (the character and the actress) grow up over the years and when she decided she wanted to do a nude scene #A lot of people said they were uncomfortable #In both cases. They're adults. They can do whatever they want. #I guess that was a rant but sometimes I find the fandom really off-putting #Deactivated reblogs because the RBs were getting boring and a pain

[comradekatara]

Which is worse? Forgetting your own [mother’s] face, or being forced to witness it every day?

little comic that didn't take long at all to draw hahahaha (i love pain)

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #katara #sokka #kya #yon rha #katara&sokka #katara&kya #kya&sokka #(tangentially) #art #mart #made this in some kind of frenzy yesterday #and then decided to ANIMATE parts of it #(even though i've barely ever done that before) #what is wrong w meeeee!!!!!!! #i love pain and suffering and tragedy and heartbreak #so that's why #i know i'm posting it kind of late but i went into an answering asks spiral #also...trying to copy the art style of the show (using copious references even) is rly hard but also kind of fun. just smth to consider ig. #anyway. if this doesnt get notes im kms. so please clap

[konaharts]

RadioStatic Week 2024

2. Vintage

On their first anniversary, Vox brought flowers, and Alastor brought song.

#radiostatic #staticradio #alvox #voxal #staticlovetune #radiostatic week #radiostatic week 2024 #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #i 100% accept that the reason i'm drawing soff and happy staticradios is so that i can be in pain later :') #you're welcome #:') #i could've added another line that woulda made it extra painful but i decided against it. this time. #why am i like this klsjfdksl

[cwispihae]

The Sanuso thoughts plague me

#one piece #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #usopp #god usopp #op usopp #op sanji #sanuso #usosan #idk how to draw Sanji #This started out fluffy but I decided to choose pain again

[turrondeluxe]

#ive been dealing with a lot of body pain that has been killing me lately so i decided to project onto mikey #pats him . this old turtle can hold so much chronic pain #hes just like me fr. #the kids call it quiet days when mikeys headache is absolutely killing him and they just want to help and make him feel better #by not making much noise those days #peepaw and babies au #tmnt the last ronin #tlr lost years #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donnatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt uno #my art #doodles

[theminecraftbee]

today on hermitcraft: grian re-invents the dmv.

#hermitcraft #grian #SORRY THAT'S REALLY FUNNY. #'i am going to make changing permits such a pain no one ever does it by putting so much paperwork in place' #I LOVE WHEN THE HERMITS JUST. DECIDE TO PUT STUPIDLY COMEDICALLY MUNDANE THINGS IN THEIR EPISODES #SURE. THE HERMITCRAFT DMV. IT IS REEAL NOW.

[petricorah]

zuko alone pt 2

lovingly inspired by this [ids in alt]

#zuko #sokka #zukka #zukka fanart #myart #sokka leaving aka the light in zukos life leaving #i imagine this is right before a confession but something happens and sokka decides to go home permanently and they both can't say how they #feel even though it's almost understood because it's too painful #when i first drafted this sokka's hair wasn't nearly as long but then i got carried away because of canon long haired sokka #after i drafted this i actually came up with a longer form one that's more faithful to the inspiration so maybe i'll do that someday. #where they're actually dating already but the love just. isn't enough for their duty #drawing sokka without his necklace is weird. like he's nakey #sokka fanart #atla fanart #atla #avatar the last airbender #can this be divorced zukka if they were never together? tagging anyway in case people have angst blocked #divorced zukka