#not a lot of stims for NOT blooming

[toomanyfandomsorkinafs]

#did you know a flower bloomed? #this is a cry for help #coping methods #but bad #stimming!!! #But not happy #The library meant to be my safe space!!! #But for no reason(cause it’s not that different from being outside to study) #Literally half the students where in there #Was not fun #i was actually panicking and shaking #Friend took me on a walk and we went third floor where there was no one #Really help #(btw the Gacha life 2 wasn’t actually me- lol) #(Gave my friend my iPad and helped her understand how to use it) #(Helped a lot cause she was panicking just as much as me)

[notjustjavierpena]

Five Minutes

A/N: As promised, y’all. Thanks to @strang3lov3 and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for always helping me improve my work ❤️💖 Just to put it out there: The translations aren’t always literal but paraphrased to maintain context.

Summary: Lucien kisses you outside during your house party and puts his hand under your dress.

Pairing: Lucien Flores x reader (no y/n)

Tags: Teasing/banter, pet names, passionate kisses, groping, dirty talk, over panty clit stim, degradation, slight verbal humiliation, overstimulation, bit of exhibitionism

Word count: 1.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54514960

Five Minutes

Your head is swimming with how close Lucien is. His breath tickles your skin when he talks, ghosts over your ear as he noses along the side of your head. In the smoke-filled room where the floor shakes from the music playing, you can smell his cologne on him. He is velvety soft when he speaks, enchanting you, “Let’s get out of here, just for a second.”

“We can’t,” you turn your head a little and look up at him through your lashes, “It’s my party, baby.”

“I don’t care,” he nods towards the open screen door in your living room, “When everyone is distracted, we could slip out. Nobody will notice.”

“That their host is gone?” You tut in disbelief, “Luce…”

“Corazón (honey),” he mimics your tone of voice, “They’re too busy to notice us leaving for a few minutes.”

“Oh, it’s a few minutes now? It was getting out of here a second ago,” you tease him playfully. In reality, you have already decided to give in and all he has to do is drag you away from the crowds. You won’t protest.

“I feel like we’re throwing out a lot of terms about time on the table here,” he grins against your forehead, having moved slightly to hold you close. His arms rest along the small of your back.

“I’ll give you, hmm,” you pretend to think, “Five minutes. Is that satisfactory?”

“I’ll give you satisfactory,” he unwraps himself from you to grab your wrist. You giggle as he drags you through the loud house, slipping the both of you out of the half-open door to your backyard.

The air inside was oppressive; smoke-filled, hot, and with a distinct smell of alcohol. The air outside however is filled with mischief and adventure, your garden smelling of freshly-cut grass and blooming lilacs. Lucien’s hand slips down your wrist so he can entwine your fingers, his hand sure in its grip when he guides you past a group of people who are talking loudly. He hadn’t been wrong; no one seems to notice you passing by as they are all too invested in their conversations. Lucien would probably phrase it that they have their heads too far up their asses.

He leads you to the wall of your house that is enshrouded in darkness now that the sun is no longer shining. The chatter from your guests fades into background noise, replaced by the cicadas singing in the night breeze and a gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees.

As soon as you become your only witnesses, Lucien backs you up against the rough exterior of your house. He cups your face with gentle, calloused hands, and then suddenly, he kisses you deeply and forces you to do a sharp intake of air through your nose. It is like he tries to be soft and sweet but there’s something more behind the way his lips meet yours, and he easily slides his tongue into your mouth because you cannot help but moan at the taste of him.

His thumb goes down your cheek, settles on your chin to pull your mouth open so he can lick hotly into it. You place your hands on his shoulders to dig your fingers into the muscles there, then tilt your head to meet him even more while desire pools in your belly.

The hand that isn’t holding your mouth open for him slides down to rest on your shoulder. However, it moves quickly to grope obscenely at your chest over the fabric of your dress and you let him as his thumb brushes over a nipple. It stiffens immediately despite the indirect touch.

The moan you let out turns into a snicker that interrupts you. Lucien’s fingers have slipped under the dress strap on your shoulder and he tries pulling it off. You shake your head while laughing quietly, “No, Luce, c’mon.”

“But you have such pretty tits,” he argues with almost a raspy whine whilst you pull the strap back in place, “Necesito sentirte (I need to feel you).”

“That’s very nice and all but I don’t need the whole party to see my breasts,” you bump your head slightly against the wall when Lucien’s head descends to kiss your neck, “You’re gonna have to get creative, I’m not going to strip in my garden like I’m in my teens.”

As he noses along your pulse point, both his palms skim down your sides and eventually cup your ass with lewd hands. You think that might be it, but suddenly his fingers bunch up the fabric of your skirt only to pull it upwards so he can slide his hand underneath it. You gasp as he drapes his palm over your whole mound on top of your underwear.

“You’re certainly determined,” you say breathlessly as he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit. More blood goes south. You reach for his hair to pull his mouth to yours again, moaning as he guides two digits over your clothed slit.

“You’ve put me on the clock here,” he replies between kisses, voice a mere growl, “I don’t think I need much time though, do you? You’re sticky through your pretty panties already.”

He moves his hand to run his knuckle over the damp patch on the fabric, pulling away from the kiss to show off the shiny knuckle between your faces whilst he holds the skirt of your dress in his free hand to keep it from falling down again. He smirks in a self-satisfied manner and your mouth falls open in aroused surprise when he sucks the slick off his digit, “Tienes un coño precioso, mi amor, sabes tan dulce (You’ve got a pretty pussy, my love, you taste so sweet).”

“Lucien,” you breathe.

“That made you say my whole name, huh?” He grins boyishly but he is more filthy than anyone knows.

“Touch me,” you look down between the two of you briefly and then find his gaze again, your eyes becoming heavy as the anticipation settles in the evening air. Without a word, his hand finds its way down between your legs again. You widen your stance slightly, open your legs for him.

Your eyebrows scrunch together when he skims his palm over the soft skin right below your belly button. He teases you for a moment, dipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting them remain on top once again. He finds your clit easily despite it being covered - it’s so hard that he cannot miss it - and presses his index- and middle finger on it. He rubs your cunt in torturous circles and suddenly, the whole world seems to close in on you.

You spread your legs as wide as this position will allow you. Lucien chuckles quietly at your desperation, covers your mouth with his own as you pant with each little pulse of pleasure that he beckons from you.

His fingers shift between featherlight touches to just the right amount of pressure, sending you through a rollercoaster of arousal. You know the white cotton underneath his ministrations is see-through by now, messy and wet from the way your whole cunt flutters and clenches in the absence of anything he is willing to give you. You gush every now and then, and he groans into your mouth each time he feels his palm soak.

“Put your fingers in me,” you beg when it becomes especially unbearable but he doesn’t.

“I don’t think you need the whole party to see this pretty pussy, it’s mine,” he mocks your argument from earlier and pecks your lips impossibly soft compared to how he is treating your clit, “You’ll have to make do with what I give you, mi flor (my flower). I don’t care if you start begging me like a wanton little whore.”

“That’s so unfair,” you whimper as the first tells of your orgasm approaches. Lucien notices immediately and pulls his head back a little to watch your blissed-out expression. He circles in on your clit even further to make you cry softly, biting down on your bottom lip so you won’t alert anyone nearby.

“Shut up and come for me,” he is too pleased with himself. He can probably feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers when you finally do, doing a sharp intake of air as pleasure starts flowing through your lower body. You let it wash over yourself, clenching walls pushing more slick out to wet the thin fabric. If you had time, you would have told him to have a peek.

“You are so fucking cheap and easy,” he reminds you with a sleazy grin but you are too lost to coming from his fingers that you fumble for the right retort and decide to say nothing. Instead, you try not to lose your balance as he keeps stroking your oversensitive pussy until you have to grab at his wrist.

He bites at your jaw, stronger than you ever will be, and keeps up his torture over your panties. You are forced to come again less than thirty seconds later, and now, you start to actually cry out to the point where he has to kiss you quiet again.

You cling to him when he finally stops. He is your anchor in this state of mind-altering dopamine rush.

“You don’t even know how hard you make me,” he whispers against your lips, “Should drag you to the bathroom and fuck you stu—“

In the aftermath, two guests, much younger than him, round the corner. They are deep in drunken conversation, all giggly and eager, and appear to be searching for a quiet spot to do the same thing as you have just done. With a rush of adrenaline that clears your mind, you push Lucien away and yank your dress back down, smoothing out the fabric to remove any evidence that it has been crumpled by desperate hands, something that Lucien points out is only visible to your eyes before the intruders are within earshot.

“Oh, sorry,” one of them says as the other kisses their neck. They try to bat the other away with an embarrassed smile, “We didn’t know you were out here.”

Lucien wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away with his cock shamelessly straining against the front of his slacks. He smiles at the couple and they offer their bottle of wine to him as an apology. He takes a swig from it but doesn’t give it back.

“That’s okay, how could you have known?” He begins the lie, “We’ve only been gone for five minutes.”

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[thebatbites]

MORE random hcs that will potentially appear in my rewrite

not all of them are headcanons, some of them are lore drops that i decided to throw in for funsies

ive had this sitting in my drafts for so long

[ link to my last hcs post in case ya missed it ]

aphmau is obsessed with dating sims (this was inspired by me discovering blooming panic)

aphmau is a compulsive doodler. to the point where she keeps a little notepad in her bag so she doesnt draw on her hands

laurence is visually impaired/going blind

travis, garroth, and katelyn have all gotten their tongues stuck to frozen lightpoles in their lifetime

dante & travis are childhood friends and travis had a crush on dante in highschool

katelyn and lucinda met in middle school and have had a weird love/hate relationship since

cadenza, kiki, and zoey live in a neighborhood close to the main cast

nana goes by [kandi/honey/sugar] not kawaii chan (there was no way i was keeping that stupid nickname. havent picked which nickname shed go by)

aphmau loves dating sims and got katelyn and nana hooked on them too

nana is actually a magicks user just like in mcd

she uses her little maids to do her chores around the house (katelyn and aphmau hate her for it)

aphmau had a fnaf hyperfixation and infected the entire group with it

aside from nana, who hates anything even remotely spooky

during halloween on mystreet, aaron has dressed up as ghostface

everyone lost their minds

aside from aphmau and katelyn, who laughed at everyone losing their minds

nana actually has an intense fear of relationships which is why she obsesses over other people's relationships because she romanticizes them in her head

garroth, despite also being of the fruity variety, is the friend who buys anything rainbow and gives it to his gay friends

laurence has been and will continuously be the main victim of this

garroth also has no idea what a lot of the flags mean despite everyone reminding him

katelyn has bpd

and he frequently wears crop tops to show it off too

travis is a lil sleepy guy. if hes not doing something important, you can and often will find him curled up snzzing

and we love him for it

aaron is the friend that carries around shit for his friends

specific stim toys for specific people (chewables and clicky keyboards for aphmau, a puzzle ball for zane, soft weighted plushies for nana)

hes got a man purse /hj

aphmau has two long, jagged, faded lines on her back that she was born with. they look like were once deep scars

but theyve never went away and only seemed to have gotten bigger??

while not a big practicer of the craft, travis seems to be really good with witchcraft and magicks

no one knows what his magicks is though because both lucinda and nana have said it feels off

aphmau used to scare zane in a weird way. which is why (aside from just hating everyone and everything) he avoided her for so long before they got close

that fear is gone though

...mostly

travis has dressed up as spiderman for several halloweens in a row

aphmau and zane have gotten hyperfixated on beetlejuice together and dressed up as bj and lydia for halloween and cons

not at all inspired by myself and my best friend wdym

okay this hc list is even longer. i was supposed to be writing but i ended up... not doing that.

anyway thats enough for today!! sorry for my absence im focused on actually pushing out the fucking rewrite instead of just yapping about it

#aphmau #mystreet #aphmau mystreet #aphverse #aphblr #aphblur #aphmau shalashaska #laurance zvahl #travis valkrum #zane romeave #nana ashida #katelyn aphmau #aaron lycan #garroth ro'meave #zane ro'meave #aphmau dante #rise of the phoenix #rotp

[box-of-chaooos]

Headcannon toime

Fern anatomy bullshit:

Fern can eat vegan food, anything plant based souly no meat no egg nothing like that just plant. So he can eat organic things like lettuce, carrots.

At the same time he can also eat dirt, grass, bone meal plant stuff. As for drinking anything that can be absorbed is drinkable. Soda, juice, water. He has plant guts that process the sugar and stuff in the drinks!

Plant guts, he has plant guts so still got a stomach and stuff. His lungs and other things that a plant don’t need eg thing that don’t process water/food are all vestigial like his lungs for example

His blood is chlorophyll, his sweat, tears and saliva are all sap.

TRANS HEADCANNON !!mention of menstruation!!

Fern gets his period but when he does he doesn’t bleed chlorophyll instead he bleeds a dark red sap like some of those trees.

General headcannons now

He like bugs he often goes out for hours on end catching them, coming back with a small jar or plastic container with worms, crickets or if he’s lucky he’ll get a butterfly.

Different types of flowers bloom in his hair uncontrollably when he feels a strong emotion. Look up list of plants with meaning to see what they mean!

Fern has his very own garden he liked to tend to out back the treehouse. He grows plants and such and than around the treehouse he planted flowers.

Once they found out fern could eat vegan food jake and he bonded over it, Jake loving to be able to make new recipes for someone and fern excited to eat jakes cooking again.

Ferns self destructive, he bad stims a lot and rips at his grass. He picks his elbows or chews his finger tips.

Pressure stim all the way cmon now. Squoze is fr.

Audhd swag

He tried to bake himself fern cakes once but he almost set the place on fire.

Stim dances when he’s excited

#headcannons #adventure time #fern the human #fern mertens #autism #trans #trans fern #plants #plant boy #menustration

[dootznbootz]

just so you know, YOU'RE 🫵 the reason i draw odysseus with very curly hair now. I imagined him with slightly curly hair before,, but now he has CURLY hair. You once mentioned how sometimes he even has perm and i haven't been the same since.

And i love it it's genuinely so much fun to draw

YEAH!!!! I love curly curly curl curly Q you do!!!!

He gets it from his mom and Ctimene has it too! It's a "Hermes descendant" thing >:D Another Hermes thing is Freckles which they all have >:D

It's mostly because of the "Hyacinths in full bloom" as WOW that's PRETTY. (part of where "Pretty boy conman" comes from)

It gets frizzy a lot and he'll often just shove it into his Pileus. (Thick curly hair needs a LOT of care. It's literally because of the "divinity" in him that it's not a constant mess) Man is kind of like Merida with curls (not color though!)

It's long too and it's where some of his brain is >:D he's like Samson where if you cut it, he loses his power. He get stupid :P

To ME, it's basically THIS but longer, and sometimes gets "poofier" depending on stuff like weater, bedhead, hathair, HELMET hair, etc. (Or straight up like Wolfy's new Art except more red/brown as I basically SCREAMED "That's it!!! It's a mane of HAIR!!! LONG AND CURLY!!!! lksdjf lkdsj " )

I think it's kind of funny/ironic for his hair to be a "mane" despite the fact that he's never described like a lion in the Iliad (from what I remember) while the other men were. He's the one that has a literal lion's mane but he's never compared to one because...personality. He's described as one in Odyssey but still!!! It's IRONY!!!! >:D Plus it's Penelope's favorite fidget/stim and Baby Telemachus' favorite thing to yank >:D

A cute little thing 🥺 I have long hair and one thing I used to do was "hide in it" from my family to play and be silly in. When Odysseus and Ctimene are really little they did the same with their parents 😭 Especially as they can "hide easier" by just flopping the giant curls over their faces. They thought they were sneaky 🥺

#Long-haired Achaeans is very important to me😤 #And homie blonde Odysseus is haunting me alongside the bobbleheads. none of us are safe. #I love how Odysseus looks soooo different depending on >:D He's never consistent from artist to artist (black or brown hair? narrow or #wide faced? etc.) it's neat!!! Man of many ways!!! #nikoisme #ask #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #Mad rambles #Odysseus is my special little guy I love him. #Telemachus' hair isn't AS poofy but still curly. It's just not “bouncing” like his dad's sometimes decides to do. #Mad character design

[nikofortuna]

JTTW Chapter 20 Thoughts

Chapter 20 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group! We’re through one fifth of the story! Also CW for snakes under the cut.

Tang Sanzang repeating the Heart Sutra this much reads to me like he’s got a new hyperfixation. Which is incidentally also a vocal stress stim for him if you will.

“[D]ined on the wind and rested by the waters, who clothed themselves with the moon and cloaked themselves with the stars” quite a fancy way of saying they were out camping. Though I doubt that the flowers are gone in summer, flowers still bloom in summer merely different kinds than in spring.

“[T]here are three of us altogether.” Aren’t you forgetting someone? Say a certain white currently long-faced individual maybe?

Oh if this was a play someone should have yelled from the back “Or transformation magic!” since both of them are capable of it. Though both of them did already mention being tired from travelling, so perhaps that is why they aren’t using it more liberally. Aside of Sun Wukong not caring much about what other people think of his appearance.

Yellow Wind Ridge sounds more like it’s a mountain range instead of a singular mountain.

More animals to check out! But first something I took note of when checking the poem in the Original Chinese. When going through the animal portion of it there were a lot of characters being repeated twice, which unfortunately didn’t show at all in English. I think some of those character pairs represent the sounds the animals make since they don’t seem to have much translation into actual words, none that make sense in context anyways. That’s only a guess of mine though, I’m not entirely sure since I can only get insight from translators and this also only counts for some of them not all. For example [丫丫叉叉yā yā chā chā] which is before the deer doesn’t translate to much with Google Translate, but [盤盤曲曲pán pán qū qū] before the snake does translated to “coiled”.

Anyways the character for deer is nonspecific again, so it indeed just means a deer with antlers. Though there were definitely no antelopes mentioned, it is likely just another deer as the J. F. Jenner translation reads as well.

[紅鱗蟒Hóng lín mǎng] indeed translates to “red-scaled python” and is likely a Python Brongersmai which is native to Southeast Asia! They are short but chonky. Most variants are also called Blood Python and one is specifically called Red Blood Python!

This here beauty is an albino!

I don’t know which monkey could be meant here specifically as my search only came up with potential species that are not native to Asia. My best guess is that it might just be an ape with a hairless face and not actually a “white” face.

Lastly the “blue bill” mentioned in the Anthony C. Yu version does not come up in any other. It’s a little misleading as there is no bird mentioned in this bit at all. Instead it is the mountain that is being described again.

Ah yes, the way to greet people by ripping off your own skin! Well, it probably is useful to shut people up.

I wonder what was named after what. Did the Yellow Wind Demon take up the name after his dwelling or did he name the place after himself?

The German translation brings up an interesting aspect regarding the Yellow Wind [黄風 huángfēng]. Yellow represents the middle, the spleen and thought! Citing Liu Yiming Yellow Wind here carries the meaning of erratic ‘windy’ thinking and unstable consciousness. In turn the Yellow Wind Monster stands for a ‘wrong’ kind of thought, so only after overcoming them can there be true inner peace.

More deer! Specific deer this time as well! One of them at least, the first one is just an unspecified deer with antlers again. The second however is a [香獐 xiāng zhāng] or indeed a Musk Deer! Though a Google search of the characters also brings up Chinese Water Deer, which given their similarities makes sense.

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #huangfeng dawang #yellow wind demon #jttw reading group #jttw book club #snake #Python Brongersmai #Blood Python #deer mention happens again and will continue to happen

[smolphrog-littlebrain]

Pickmin bloom is MADE for autistic people for if u shake ur phone it will count as a "step" and u need to take a LOT of steps.... everytime you stim you get like 1000 steps<3

#oli said that #pickmin bloom #atusim <3

[pixel-chills]

Dreamflower Fact Drop Part 1!

For Luan (and his family):

Luan's father has Gaelic roots, and Luan's mother is half-Japanese and half-Portuguese. Their family speaks mostly English though. Luan has an older sister called Valerie. Valerie is 3 years older than Luan.

Luan puts many things into his mouth; he licks and bites a lot of stuff either when bored or stressed, or just out of curiosity, (also as a form of affection). It's an oral stim which he has had for his whole life.

Luan's family has 5 cats, and Luan's sister has a small dog!

Luan only wears glasses when he is reading or using a computer, since he is farsighted. He's been wearing glasses since he was 5, but his sight got eventually a bit better and he only needs them for specific tasks.

Luan's parents own a bookstore. Luan's father used to teach literature at the university in the city where Solros also lived. That's why Luan is such a bookworm. Luan's father heritage the bookstore from Luan's grandmother.

Luan's mother is a home economics teacher at the high school.

Luan was homeschooled by his parents since the town they live in didn't have a school for Animutants.

Luan probably watched the original Winx Club like 100 times with his sister when they were kids.

When Luan learns Solros hasn't really tried many types of sweets before, (only a couple of off-brand cheap stuff), he buys like 20 types of different sweets and chocolates for Solros to try.

For Solros (and his family):

Solros doesn't know how to ride a bike or swim.

Solros stutters a lot, it has been a developmental since he was a child and he was never really treated for it. He stutters more heavily when anxious and in distress, and less when he is relaxed and without worries.

Solros had a very special and close bond with his mother, April Huxley, obviously. The first years of his life were loved and safe despite the harsh and poor living conditions.

Yet, Solros' mother was originally going to abort him. On her way to the clinic, she saw a late-blooming field of sunflowers, and took it as a sign that it's never too late to change her life and start blooming. That's also why she named her child 'Solros' (Sunflower).

Solros' dad is named Gavin Ellis. He didn't hit his son until Solros' mother died. His mother was his shield from the physical abuse. After her death, Solros became his dad's new punching bag...

Solros doesn't like wearing jewellery or shirts with high collars (makes him feel trapped and choked).

Solros' mum was the one to feed Solros' imagination. He didn't have toys or games, so his mother made him imagine a lot of things from simple things he had. Socks became puppets, bottle caps became cars, cardboard boxes became fortresses etc...

Solros' mother breastfed him until he was 6 or 7. The only reason she stopped was because Solros decided himself he didn't want it anymore, because the other kids at school were making fun of him. (Ofc she didn't feed him when under substances, she knew that much.)

It took longer than average for Solros to get rid of diapers too, and he was prone to accidents long after he stopped using them. He developed a small problem with stuttering ever since he was a kid, but it got much worse when his mother died.

His mother loved him so much, and told him he was a beautiful special boy who should never beat himself up for what he is.

Solros was her reason to try to get better. April was an addict before she found herself pregnant. It was the turning point of her life.

She had little hiccups and relapses here and there, but Solros was her reason to always get back on track as soon as possible. He was her everything. She eventually even found a job to be able to take care of her son better.

After finding a job, April was able to buy Solros a bit more food, take him to a circus once, and buy some toys and new clothes. The best things Solros got from his mum during this time were colouring pencils, a sketchbook, and stickers. And the trip to the circus, of course.

Solros loves bright colours and the way clowns are supposed to make everyone laugh, (and he loves to see people smile).

The only time April got angry at Solros was when he run away to play in the park when she had passed out. She was so worried about her son that she slapped him when she finally found him playing in the park with another kid, (Luan).

That day always stuck with Solros for multiple reasons; he made his very first friend ever, but it was also the first (and only) time his mother had slapped him. Solros did go back to the park after that, multiple times (with permission), but his friend was never there anymore.

The Classic Care Bears is Solros' comfort show.

#fact drop #dreamflower #luan #solros #pixel draws

[no-white-dress]

5 and 16 for the ask game!

5 something I see a lot in fics and love

Well I'm not reading much winx fanfics so I'll only answer for toh: I see a lot of Eberwolf being a menace but like, in a thoughtful way and I absolutely love it.

16 a tiny detail in canon I want more people to appreciate

Winx: there's so many omg I'll keep it down to two a) the magic system is OPEN b) Bloom Stella and Flora's hair actually grows a few inches each season

Toh: again, so many! Luz stims a lot! King slowly grows up! Camila's reaction to King and to her first fly are identical to Luz's reactions!

#thank you for the ask! #ask game #ask me anything

[noxexistant]

okay i’m talking more about hypermobile morris because it’s MY disabled pride month and I get to project

i lean to him having hEDS, which causes hypermobility in joints (meaning they extend too far, past where their range of movement is supposed to end) and frequent joint dislocations, joints being clicky and painful, fatigue, skin issues including scarring/splitting/bruising very easily, digestive problems, dizziness + heart palpitations after standing, and can cause issues with internal organs including heart problems. it’s caused by faulty genes affecting tissue connectivity, which - depending on the type of EDS - can be inherited from one parent, both parents, or occur in the affected person for the first time. it was first acknowledged as a condition in 1901 by edvard ehlers - so, two years after the strike.

morris is a nightmare about sitting or standing properly, he constantly hyperextends his legs because it’s comfy for him, despite oscar’s comments that that absolutely cannot be comfy. he sits in lotus pose out of habit, and bends his legs up over bannisters he’s stood beside like a dancer doing barre work, he stretches as a way to stim and as a way to try and mitigate constant discomfort. oscar always grimaces seeing how morris moves, stretching too far and clicking when he moves certain ways.

morris is constantly experiencing joint dislocations, though doesn’t really know what they are. just casually explains it to oscar as things “popping outta place”. his shoulders/elbows are the worst for it from years of abuse and fighting, sometimes he’ll just move wrong and his elbow’ll click out (same with his hips) but usually it’s him taking a punch wrong or falling during a fight and his shoulder dislocating completely. he’s so used to it that he’ll just force it back into place without a word, and shrug off oscar’s concern about morris then being in even worse pain than usual, brutal bruises blooming around the joint. his ankles and knees will sometimes go when he’s walking, and he’ll start limping beside oscar. have to grab onto his brother’s arm like a makeshift cane. he’s very good at pain management, will just push right though it and totally ignore it, aside from some extra irritability if anyone tries to start anything with him while he’s already trying to deal with pain. he’s happy to take it out on whoever, even if it only makes his pain worse.

oscar’s had to help him with a few more severe dislocations, particularly when morris is too weak or injured or wound up to click his joints back into place himself. oscar always panics. he hates having to hold morris down hard and wrench him while he wails in pain, but he knows it’ll be worse if he doesn’t. he just mutters a mantra of “‘m’sorry, ‘m’sorry, ‘m’sorry, mo, it’ll be over soon—“ as he works, then lays himself over morris while they both catch their breath.

morris bruises like a peach. he’s constantly covered, pale skin mottled with purples and blues and greens and yellows. some are from brutal hits from wiesel, some are from him bumping into things, plenty are from the most innocuous stuff like oscar holding his arm a little too hard. he once got a pretty brutal one from crutchie hitting him with a bit of crumpled paper fired from his slingshot, in a hit that would have hardly been felt by anyone else. his skin also splits super easily, oscar’s constantly having to wipe blood up with a rag where morris didn’t even notice he was bleeding.

his digestive problems affect his eating a lot, making him nauseous and causing pain so he’s unwilling to eat. he throws up a lot, or ends up doubled over with stomach pain, sometimes preventing him from being able to get up in the morning. wiesel always thinks he’s faking. he gets dizzy when he stands up, especially from crouching down, and that causes a lot of issues at work, but he forces himself to just power through even when he can feel the world start spinning and his vision darkening. he gets breathless, and also has bouts of arrhythmia where his heart will start racing or beat too slowly and make him collapse. oscar’ll try and guide him somewhere quiet to sit against a wall while oscar crouches in front of him, muttering useless comfort and trying to remind morris to breathe, praying that his little brother’s heart won’t give out. wishing he could take him to a doctor to find out what the hell is wrong before it kills him.

morris isn’t interested in his own suffering, though. as soon as he can force himself too, in whatever context, he’ll stagger to his feet and tell oscar they have to continue on. and oscar really has no choice but to let him, because they do.

#my headcanons #morris delancey

[blackinquisitors]

we want the charles hcs mia

of course

he's autistic. duh. but I think he had a lot more symptoms as a child and was Very Difficult. and bc people didn't rly know about autism back then I think his parents tried their best but ultimately were at a loss as to what to do with his stimming and sensory issues etc. so as he grew he learned the effect his oddities have on people, and how they perceive him as a black/native man as well. and that's part of the reason why he's so aloof and distant. isolating for protection and also so he doesn't have to put as much effort into masking. which he barely does anyway but whatever

adding on to Charles as a child. he was really into bugs. a gentle giant of a kid and loved little crawlies. and I think he got picked on by other ppl as a kid bc he was odd and big and different looking but kind, but some kid killed a bug he was keeping as a pet and charles punched him and then was treated differently after that

he hates nicknames. the only people that ever called him Charlie were his parents and no one else is allowed (except for bloom Isaac hehe). not chuck either

he whittles sticks in game but I think he carves little statues and spoons and stuff. he wants to get into woodworking but he's never lived in a house he can make furniture for :(

I know he'd be such a sweet dad. awkward but very sweet and gentle

gets insomnia. this is bc whenever I stalk him in game he never fuckin sleeps. I've only seen him in his jammies like once or twice

him and Arthur 🤝 farting in bed all night

I think it's established that Charles doesn't really believe what dutch says but I think he HATES listening to him talk for more than 2 mins. he can only tolerate dutch in small doses. he appreciates what the gang stands for + the other people in it + safety in numbers a lot more than whatever ideology Dutch has cooked up this week

also he had a lisp as a child

I think he's such a pathetic weirdo that the gang found in a sopping wet cardboard box. he's so lonely but doesn't know how to talk to people (doesn't enjoy it half the time anyway) but he's just secretly desperate for human connection and that's why he stays w the gang thru all this stuff, simply bc it's the first home he's had since he was a child and he doesn't want to be alone again. he works himself into the ground with all the chores to show the gang that he's useful so they don't leave him

in a modern world he'd be a terrible fucking driver. inspired by the epilogue mission where he says "I'll drive" and proceeds to run over 3 pedestrians. he hits every curb, he can't parallel park, he doesn't signal, and he can't drive a manual. yet he doesn't understand how he's a bad driver and gets offended if someone tells him so

his least favourite food is cottage cheese (texture)

bisexual and vers but bottom-leaning. he's just happy to be there

likes his partners to be strong or have some meat on their bones just so he knows he won't break them or anything lol

speaking of sex. um. I have a rule that I have to give all my beloved characters some weird fetish or kink to humble them. soo Charles likes sniffing pits. sorry

much more impatient and quick to anger than people give him credit for. he just has better restraint than other characters and can act reasonably when he wants to. but he's just as eager for a fight as the next guy

he's not very nice either I don't know where this perception of him being overly kind and patient comes from. he's not nice and he's not mean either. he embodies this emoji 😐

that's it for now I think. my disjointed collection of Charles thoughts

#hcs

[wearethewinx]

Autistic Tecna headcanons!

'autism' isn't a coherent concept on Zenith; realized she was autistic after meeting Bloom

has never understood a social cue and never will

puts a lot of focus on Manners and Etiquette and Decorum because of this

said focus on Acting Normal means she's really suppressed most of her stimming impulses, she usually stims with video games or martial arts

martial arts are a special interest of hers, but she doesn't talk about them as much. super interested in their history and how different styles are tailored to specific purposes

extremely literal

weird af sense of humor

very monotone register, utterly hopeless at vocally emoting. her laugh is so flat it sounds sarcastic

likes: plans! :))) dislikes: when they change! >:((( she's an incredible strategist but freezes up easily if she has to be spontaneous

DELICATE. TUMMY.

^ part of the reason most of her important routines are eating routines (ingredients cannot touch, certain amount of bites, associates different foods with different days of the week)

unbelievably fucking stubborn holy shit

definitely feels her experience of gender is heavily tinted by being autistic, mostly identifies as girl-adjacent because of the link she feels to her girl bffs <3

pretty awkward with touch, REALLY has to trust somebody to be comfortable with them getting in her space, but even then she prefers closeness over contact

reacts to overstimulation by shutting down, which isn't great because it's not always easy to differentiate that from her normal behavior

gains a lot of confidence and self-love after realizing she's autistic <3

#winx club #winx #lost planet au

[merakisphere]

Someone recently commented how the cost of materials is all I should charge for my handmade product, and not a penny more...with the assumption that material cost is $3, I should only charge $3.

That's kind of disheartening...there are many expenses behind the scenes such as website fees, business registrations, shipping fees and materials, Etsy fees (there are a lot), Shopfiy fees, taxes, marketing material, office supplies, trademark fees, advertising on multi-platforms, vehicle fuel, subscriptions to adobe express, erank for SEO, Lightroom, camera equipment, and most importantly, my time making and operating this small gig of mine. All of this goes into making these fidget stims, and material cost is way more than $3...especially since it is prepaid, meaning I incur these costs before I even make a sale.

If I only charged $3 for my 3D wire mandalas, I wouldn't be making and selling them. Nobody would...

#smallbusiness #behind the scenes #fidget jewelry #stimblr #visual stim #fidget toy #never undervalue yourself #you are the only you

[otpcutie]

My year in fic🧚🏻

@tackytigerfic after seeing yours and the open tag, I decided to have a go at this as well & share a few lines from each of the fics I posted this year🥳 I checked my AO3 and I have 23 works for this year, which really surprised me lol — 20 fics (a mix of Drarry and Marvel ships) & 3 fanart pieces I posted on their own. I mostly wrote shorter fics this year, which was a lot of fun to experiment with and behind the scenes I’ve been working on my growing hoard of WIPs😂 Two of them are longer and multichapter (not my usual comfort zone), and I really want to finish at least one next year. So it looks like we’re goal twins, yay!

Drarry:

Duel (M, 0.4k, includes fanart — Drarry Discord Challenge, ft. Ancient Greece AU & T4T)

“Oh? How strange...” Draco schooled his features and appeared nonchalant, before arching an eyebrow. “I remember having felt quite victorious.” 

Harry almost choked on air when the memory rushed to the surface, along with vibrant images of Draco knelt before him. A flush crept up his cheeks and before Harry could attempt to string together a response, Draco raised his own weapon.

Harry accepted the challenge, as he always would. 

Hide and Seek (M, 0.5k, includes moodboard — Nonsexual Cg/l ft. Daddy Draco’s & Little Harry)

Harry sounded adorably entertained, his giggles getting louder. It was unreserved too, which made Draco think Harry had forgotten that he could hear him. It was very endearing.

“Are you in here, love?” Draco crouched down in front of Harry’s tent and rolled up the door. “You’re such a good hider, too good even for Daddy.” He looked inside the tent, pretending he hadn’t noticed Harry’s sock covered toe poking out of his invisibility cloak. 

While he couldn’t see Harry’s chest swell with pride, Draco imagined his beaming smile at the praise. 

Besotted (M, 0.2k — Fluff, ft. Transguy Harry)

He pulled Draco up the rest of the way and brushed their noses together, gazing into each other's eyes affectionately. Draco swept Harry’s fringe out away from his face, his heart nearly overflowing with love. 

Harry decided to take advantage of Draco’s distracted state and flipped them over, straddling his hips. It earned a surprised and fond laugh from Draco, anticipation crawling up his spine.

Harry smirked and purred, “It’s my turn, love.”

Bloom (T, 0.2k, includes fanart — Drarry Discord Challenge, ft. Transwoman Draco)

Before Harry’s eyes, Draco had shattered like broken glass. She’d told Harry something she had suspected about herself for a long time but had repressed, until she couldn’t anymore. That she was a woman. Harry’s love never wavered and he saw her blossom, able to express herself and embrace her womanhood. It unlocked a lightness in Draco, as though she could finally breathe. 

Missing You (T, 0.1k, includes fanart — Drarry Discord Challenge entry, ft. Autistic Harry)

Draco knew that smile, with the affectionate gleam that meant it was only for him. 

Tenderness washed over Draco when he thought about the cute dimples it revealed in Harry’s cheeks and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes—yet neither compared to his sign of completely unfettered happiness and excitement. 

In those moments, Harry would stim by clapping enthusiastically. 

Smooch (M, 0.2k — T4T fluff, ft. Transwoman Draco)

The energy in the room shifted as Harry gazed at her. It brought a blush out of Draco and her lips curled into a smirk. “Do you like this colour on me, my love?” She asked from under her lashes. 

Harry’s eyes dropped to Draco’s painted lips and his stomach clenched. He met her eyes again and breathed out with a smirk of his own, “You know I do.” 

Fun In The Sun (M, 0.2k, includes fanart — Drarry Drabble Challenge entry, ft. Nonsexual Cg/l with Daddy Draco, Aunty Pansy & Little Harry)

“I’m looking, sweet boy.” Pansy smiled indulgently because even she wasn’t immune to little Harry’s charm. “There’s so much to choose from. What would you like to make first?” 

Harry frowned cutely while he considered that, then he gave Draco an expectant look. 

“Oh!” Draco caught on a moment later, and ruffled Harry’s hair affectionately. “Is this super secret squirrel business?” 

> Bonus Drarry fanart: Frolicking (T — T4T, gender euphoria)

Marvel:

Dreaming Of You (Stucky, E, 12k, includes moodboard — 40s, ft. First times & Transguy Steve)

Steve’s mouth parted and his tongue darted out to lick it automatically, under Bucky’s attention. He pulled Bucky from his daze with a teasing tone, this side of a challenge, “Are you gonna stare all day or show me what I’ve been missin’?”

Bucky met his eyes and while they darkened with want, there was an underlying softness. Steve nearly melted into a puddle from that alone. He never imagined Bucky would look at him as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on him—like he wanted to devour him. It was an utterly thrilling thought.

If You Were Mine (Winteriron, M, 0.9k | Part 1 of My Heart I Surrender, includes a moodboard — Medieval A/B/O, ft. Knight Bucky & Tony, the King’s Omega)

Bucky could see what Tony’s own husband clearly couldn’t and if he were his Alpha, he’d treat him the way he deserved.

Still, that didn’t mean he was longing. 

Natasha finally sighed, her tone serious despite how quiet her words were. “You are playing a dangerous game, Barnes.” 

Tempting Fate (Winteriron, M, 3.3k | Part 2 of the series mentioned above, Chapter 1/?, includes moodboard — More protectiveness and mutual pining)

“Forgive me, Sir Barnes. I should not have asked. That is private, between you and your Omega—”

“I don’t have an Omega.” Bucky walked until he was by Tony and lowered himself to a knee, a sign of respect not often afforded to Omega’s. He flashed him a crooked smile, “So you see, there is nothing for you to be embarrassed about.” 

That charming smile and the gentleness of his voice, the way Bucky reassured him that he didn’t see him as weak, and listened as if everything he said was important… 

For the first time in his life Tony truly felt seen. And safe.

Sweet Surrender (Stucky, M, 3.3k, includes a moodboard — Friends with benefits, ft. D/s & Aromantic Bucky)

Then Steve stretched out much like a kitten would. He tucked himself against Bucky’s side, watching him smoke with half lidded eyes as they basked in their afterglow. Bucky loved this kind of attention, his confidence flourished under it. When Steve caught a glimpse of that charming curl of his lips it was as if he was transported back to their shitty little shoebox of an apartment in Brooklyn. 

A Learning Curve (Winteriron, M, 1.9k, includes a moodboard — A/B/O and angst, ft. Brat Tony & Daddy Bucky)

“I’m a handful, Buck.” Tony reminded him weakly, pulling his focus to the present. He loved Bucky so much he was willing to give him an out. “And I don’t think I could change that even if I tried.”

Bucky flashed him that crooked grin of his, that was smitten and also meant trouble. “I fuckin’ hope so,” he pulled Tony closer by the front of his shirt and ducked his mouth by his ear, “‘Cause I got two big ass hands, ‘n they belong on my pretty Omega.”

The Brat Flag (Stucky, M, 0.8k — A/B/O, ft. Brat Bucky & Older Daddy Steve)

The responding silence was suspicious enough for Steve to lift his gaze from his screen. The second they landed on Bucky, his breath caught in his chest and his cock stirred. 

“So you say,” Bucky hummed softly and carefully undid the tie of his silk robe. The fabric parted just enough to reveal the lace beneath, before he let it fall from his shoulders. “Answer your emails, Daddy. I’ll just be here, entertaining myself…”

Trouble (Stucky, M, 0.6k — A/B/O College AU, ft. Non-binary Bucky & Alpha/Alpha dynamic)

Steve wished he had Sam’s confidence in the matter, but… “Have you seen Bucky, Sam?” Sam couldn’t help laughing under his breath at Steve’s pained tone, he was quite dramatic when it came to Bucky and their attractiveness. “They’re so far out of my league it isn’t even funny.” 

Before Sam could chastise him for that last comment, someone spoke up from behind them with an amused huff. “You looked in the mirror recently, doll?”

The Loveliest Pup (Stony, M, 0.5k — Nonsexual puppy play, ft. Daddy/Owner Tony & Puppy Steve)

Once he was finished Tony gazed down at him and teased, “Oh no, is someone too full for one of his cookie treats?”

It earned an adorable head tilt and affronted ‘ruff!’ from Steve. 

“Of course,” Tony chuckled and mused in a playful tone as if it were life and death, “What was I thinking? My sweet puppy could never be too full for a treat.” 

Thick (Stucky, E, 0.3k — Teasing and denial, ft. Transguy Steve and Daddy Bucky)

Steve was a good boy—Bucky’s good boy—and a spoiled one at that. One of Steve’s favourite things was when Bucky teased him and turned him into a mess, making him feel so good he could hardly think beyond Daddy. 

It was definitely one of those days. 

Ritual (Winteriron, E, 0.2k — Cock piercing kink, ft. Daddy Bucky & Brat Tony)

Bucky watched Tony with half-lidded eyes, steadily leaking precum into his mouth. He ran a thumb around those pretty pink lips and stated, “Best decisions I’ve ever made.”

Tony let out a curious noise so Bucky explained with a smirk, “Making you mine and gettin’ that damn piercing—but fuck if they ain’t both gonna kill me.”

Making Out (Up) For Lost Time (Winteriron, M, 0.1k, includes a moodboard — College AU and dialogue only, ft. Banter)

“Just shut up ‘n kiss me already, pretty boy.”

Heaven (Stucky, E, 0.1k — Finger kink, ft. Older Daddy Steve & Brat Bucky)

Steve stared down at Bucky with a smirk and lifted an eyebrow. “Is there somethin’ you want, sweet boy?” He murmured low and sultry, while he tapped two fingers against Bucky’s lips.

Syrup (Spidershield, M, 0.1k, includes a moodboard — Fluff, ft. Daddy Steve)

“Oh yeah?” Steve nipped at Peter’s bottom lip and then crooned playfully, “So you don’t want Daddy to eat you next, pretty boy?”

Peter’s cheeks tinted pink and he poorly contained a breathy moan, “Well, I suppose I could be persuaded…”

> Bonus Marvel fanart: Reel Him In (Stucky, ft. Bucky in a Wonder Woman costume)

> Bonus Archie Comics fanart: Food > Everything Else (G — Aromantic Jughead)

Tagging: anyone who’d like to! Please tag me if you do, whether it’s for fics, fanart or both I’d love to see🧝🏻💚 I hope the fandom gods are kind to everyone in 2023.

#I wrote so many trans characters this year I love that for me #and a lot of Omegaverse too it seems >:) #otpcutie fics #otpcutie art #otpcutie #tag game #otpcutie talks

[wrecking]

november!! weird month, but hey we got some good music. open for names and a little blurb about each one

olivia rodrigo - guts : basically guaranteed top 2 aoty at this point which is hilarious, but in my defense i am in my teenager era

studio killers - self titled : i refuse to use the "special edition" cuz it's literally just the album with one song swapped for a song that came out 5 years later so they could split their single off the album. idk why this has been resurfacing but it's quite good so hey why not right

jessica lea mayfield - make my heart sing : idk i'm in my grungy traumatized alt-country rock thing era and yeah this hits

hayley williams - flowers for vases / descansos : [ bolds the word "traumatized" in the last one silently ]

sigrid - the hype : this just kinda snuck up on me? really good pop hits we love to see it

be your own pet - mommy : surprisingly memorable! was kinda whelmed on first listen but it's very listenable and fun so hey

kesha - gag order : [ underlines the word "traumatized" from earlier ]

faye webster - i think i'm funny haha : starting to revisit a lot of music i stopped listening to around the time of my return in august 2022, so this record has become a solemn comfort item in a way, which is fitting i think

hiroshi yoshimura - green : stunningly poignant ambient record. has become a major force in my life fr

julia jacklin - pre-pleasure : [ circles the word "traumatized" ]

taylor swift - 1989 taylor's version : i really don't have any defense other than this album reminds me a lot of 2017, and with tears of the kingdom coming out earlier this year i was itching to revisit it in a new way. the fucked part is that three of her records could've been on here actually tho (this + red tv + midnights)

laurel halo - atlas : really really good ambient record. it sounds like the cover looks in the best way

boygenius - the record (+ the rest tbh) : finally coming back around to this and crying my eyes out to cool about it, what else is new

fiona apple - extraordinary machine : this one has just been floating in the background of the whole month for me. it's really good and underrated for her tbh

pearly drops - a little disaster : just so good. it's stim content to me i think

billie eilish - tv songs : [ adds stars around the word "traumatized" ]

hitsujibungaku - our hope : god this album is just so evergreen. can't wait for their new one next week wtf wait it's next week LMFAO

troye sivan - something to give each other : idk this has stuck with me quite a lot! not as good as BN or IAD but defs better than bloom imo. one of your girls is a classic already i just know it

carly rae jepsen - the loveliest time (+ the loneliest time) : this one finally came back around for me and god what a flawless (set of) album(s). she really said hold on i'm making bangers

ethel cain - preacher's daughter : i can't even prove i streamed this this month, but this album has been rattling around my skull the whole time.

oklou - galore : this one always just comes back at the most random times, but it's always welcome. it's like an old friend who's also a sparkling fairy

clairo - sling : [ just points at the word "traumatized" at this point because like do i even need to say it anymore ]

lorde - pure heroine : my winter sleeper hit, this album is so poignant. at least for me, each time i go back to it it grows richer i think. it's a kind of love letter To and From my youth in the same breath, and in this age of "ok but i'm getting older and things are changing but i also feel like a teenager again bc of the hormones but i also know things are gonna get drastically different soon" it's such a good comfort pick

maggie rogers - surrender : despite all the trauma above this, i do still have some fire left in me. [ the intro to either "want want" or "shatter" play ]

the volunteers - self titled : just a sleek good rock album. i love the vocalist and the songs are so good... stan immediately

no predictions bc i've been struggling to listen to music at all this month. i will return someday i swear

#d #m #hi its 29th mabel here i am in content hell i hope i'm ok now

[englishmagic]

wait i wanna hear the flax and linen infodump 👀

Ooh! Okay! So. This is something I talk about all the time at work because during training it is the one thing I kind of fixated on. And I have had some stressful weeks where I have avoided work related topics, hence the late reply. Long ranty infodump about flax under the cut!

SO. Linen, the material, comes from flax. Which basically just looks like grass, but in the late summer it blooms these pretty, blue flowers. Flax doesn't grow very well this far north, so when the harvest is bad, you can use nettles instead, but they are harder to work with and the resulting threads aren't as durable. There was a whole debate about whether or not they could even grow flax this far north in the middle ages, but because of local place names and surnames referencing flax fields, historians have concluded that they probably did - it's at least been a local plant for a long, long time.

Like I said, flax is a grass, a type of straw - I don't know the taxonomy tbh. But most straw has, well, a straw inside - a sort of hollow tube. And then there are fibres on the outside that you can peel off, which is especially easy when the straw is dry. But I've tried doing that with other grass straws out of curiosity, and they just tear almost immediately, the fibres don't hold. With the flax, however, you can basically get the whole length of the straw's worth of fibre, which you can use to make things with. In order to get the fibres off as easily as possible, you dry the flax over the course of the winter, and then soak it again in spring. And THEN when it is dry, that's the easiest point to get the fibres off. I usually do this one straw at a time, because my job is to demonstrate to tourists how this works, but to be honest I prefer to do it that way because I'm still so excited that I can take a piece of grass and tug some stuff off of it and then make a piece of string in like, a minute. But the real way you're supposed to do it is by beating the flax, and then dragging it through a comb-like thing that I don't know the English name of and since I'm just ranting now I can't stop to look it up because I have More to Say Immediately.

You can beat and comb the flax after you've cleared out the hard pieces of straw as well, and the more violent you get with it over longer time, and also, I suspect, the more you soak it, the softer and finer threads you can make. And that's how nice soft linen shirts and things are made. You know how cotton fabric gets softer after you've washed it a few times? It's like doing that before you even weave the fabric. It probably does something to the durability of it, too, if I had to guess. This is not something I've actually done at work.

What I do is literally just make pieces of string. It is excellent stimming when I'm nervous around groups of people, and it's so easy to produce a lot of useful material! You can start right after pulling a fibre off of a straw, and I usually do when I'm talking to visitors. I show them how the fibres work, then tell them about the variable harvests and how you can use nettles as a substitute, and by the time I've finished that sentence I usually have the beginnings of a string to show off. You just take the fibre you got from the grass, bend it in half, then twist one of the two strands - I usually twist it towards me. Then you twine it around the other strand the opposite way, so I would usually twine away from myself. And then repeat the process until you run out of fibre, at which point you can tie it off and have a short piece of string, or you can add on another piece of fibre by twisting it into the old one, elongating it. I have a fishing line that I'm working on, which was started by someone else, that is quite thick and very strong. It's what they'd use to catch fish with in the olden days, and I would LOVE to one day make it into a net, catch a fish in it and then cook the fish medieval style... I also have a sewing thread which I started just to see how thin I could make the thread. The finer the fibre you're working with, the harder it is to twist, so it's a bit more fiddly. This one I feel more ownership over, and I take it home with me in my pocket so I can have it with me when I'm not at work and keep making more and more thread. I don't know how much I will end up with by the time I get sick of working on it, and I don't really sew so who knows if it will ever get to be useful, but still, I find it kinda cool.

I also make threads that are in between those two thicknesses - these are usually the ones I start when I demonstrate twining to the public. I usually cap them when they are long enough to make a necklace out of, and either tie some sort of seashell or other beachside treasure I've picked up on the end of it, or I will try to whittle something, but I fucking suck at whittling so the latter usually ends up looking awfully childish. But I have given seashell jewellery as gifts to a couple of people this summer, and I wear a lot more homemade necklaces than I ever used to before. It's my personal fashion trend of 2022, I guess.

Okay, that's a rant! Now, I am very passionate about this, but it's not the kind of passion that seeks out and confirms facts, more the kind that picks up on tidbits and sews them together into a narrative, so for the love of fuck do not quote me on any of this shit. But yeah, I fucking love me some flax, dudes. It's my jam.

#flax #ask #soz life