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aidansloth · 4 months

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Coffee and Chamomile

Summary: Hitoshi can’t sleep (again) so he decides to get up and make himself some good-ass coffee ‘cause he’s smart. When he reaches the common room, he realizes he’s not the only one who wanted a hot beverage.

Warnings/Things to keep in mind: slight hurt/comfort, swearing, suggested low self-esteem on Shinsou’s side and some dirty jokes because they’re teens. And adorably cute. Reader is referred to as they/them or ‘you’, this takes place in the dorms and Shinsou is part of Class 1-A (or 2-A, whatever you want). Also I don’t remember perfectly the layout of the dorms so pretend. I’m not up to date with the episodes (stuck on season 4) so please no spoilers! Last disclaimer: this is KIND OF self-indulgent and I’m autistic so if you think the reader is acting weird, that’s why.

Words: 2.3k

Posted this on AO3 too! You can find it here.

2:38am

Hitoshi turned in his sheets, covers uncomfortably sticking to his form as he sank his face into the scrunched-up pillow.

3:04am

An exasperated groan escaped his lips, half suffocated by the cushion; his arms wide around the mattress and his breathing deep and empty.

3:29am

That’s it. He’s getting up and making himself some damn coffee or whatever the others left in that poor kitchen. His sheets are hurled carelessly as his feet instinctively find their place in his cat-shaped slippers. Trying not to make too much noise (an act he had mastered by now) he opened the door and made his way to the common room. His phone, used as a make-shift torch guided him across the corridors; as he got closer and closer he noticed light becoming brighter, when he finally reached his destination the realization dawned on him. Someone else was up.

He quickly turned his phone-torch off before turning the corner, to find one of his new classmates dancing (or whatever that was) with their back turned to him, hands busy with what looked like a cup of tea.

It wasn’t long since he joined the Hero Course but he was starting to remember some names and whatever faces he didn't remember from the Sports Festival. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that good with names. No one talks to him anyways, why should he care?

While he did recognize you from behind he did not remember your name. You were nice to him, he thought. Nicer than the rest at least. That Denki guy seemed nice too- a bit too intense though. You lent him a pencil- or was it a tissue? No mind that, what was he gonna do now? Leave? No, you’ll turn around and notice him and think he was spying on you. Did you even want company? You seemed pretty busy. On the other hand it’s his common room too- but has he been there long enough to intrude on your private moment like that? He might not be here to make friends or be nice but that doesn’t mean he has to be an ass.

That’s when he realized you hadn’t noticed him yet. Ah. So aware of their surroundings for a hero.

He decided that grunting awkwardly was the best course of action. Bummer, you were wearing earphones. He tried a louder cough, but you only noticed him once you found yourself face to face with him. A loud curse left your lips and your hands instantly slammed against them as instinct. Hitoshi’s eyebrows raised and he pressed his lips together to suppress a chuckle. Good thing you placed your tea down earlier. Their eyes were now staring straight into his.

“Ehm- hi.” You licked your lips, saliva suddenly missing.

“Hi.” He managed to grunt out. Now this was awkward. He watched your eyes dart back and forward before settling back on him. He really wanted to say something, anything to get this uncomfortable feeling out but that little voice at the back of his head held him back.

“You here to make yourself some tea too?”

His mouth opened slightly, the careless innocence of the question taking him aback. Still, no words came out. He nodded. He actually wanted coffee but he didn’t think himself able to explain that through words now.

“Cool. I boiled extra water accidentally. What kind of tea did you want?” Your smile looked so genuine and again, careless. Like you didn’t think he was dangerous. Out of habit he was about to nod again but stopped in time to force some words out.

“Is there carcade?”

“Yep!” You were definitely too chipper for this hour in the morning. He tried not to think too much about the fact that you answered his question with no hesitation. He watched as you moved your hands swiftly along the mugs and tea bags, your movements rhythmic, like you do this a lot. In no time your teas were ready, so you placed yours in front of your stool and in front of his. Not that he sat down yet, no. His eyes were too busy watching you. The tea caught his attention quickly enough. Sitting down his hands snaked around the mug, his hoodie sleeves just a bit too long.

A string of silence hung.

“I guess we’re both awake for the same reason.” Hitoshi was glad his voice was back, though the ever-lingering anxiety stayed. He actually didn’t know why they were up but he thought this was a decent conversation starter. His gaze was too occupied marveling at the tea to notice your tilted head and dog-like expression.

“You’re writing fanfiction too?”

Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting that.

“Ehm- no- no I’m not.” Suddenly he felt weird and sorry he wasn’t writing fanfiction. His classmate nodded understandingly while taking another sip off their mug. Looking back at the kitchen island he felt particularly stupid for not noticing the laptop with an open Google Document page open. There was a small beat of awkward silence before the next sentence.

“Then why are you up?”

Ah. There it is. What was he supposed to respond now? Oh yeah, basically I have insomnia, meaning I get no hours of sleep and I do manage to miraculously fall asleep I’m awoken by nightmares and now, as our new guest of honor, the gracious sounds of the guys’ snoring which breaks the laws of time and space by getting across all those walls!

“Just- stuff.”

He thanked every god in the universe that they didn’t ask anything surrounding his very weird and suspicious answer but opted for a simple nod and a ‘cool’. Clinging his fingertips against the mug he realized he should try to keep the conversation going as well; you probably thought he didn’t want to talk to you with all his dry answers. His grip tightened and his teeth sank into his bottom lip.

“What- what is the fanfiction about?” He swore he never saw someone’s eyes light up faster, their lips immediately stretched into a painfully wide smile.

“Basically, you know ‘Lord of the Rings’, right? The fantasy book? There are these two characters, a dwarf and an elf. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, these two races have a really tough history which led to prejudice and hate on both sides. But for this certain world-saving quest they have to interact with each other, trust each other, you know? For the first quarter, maybe, of the quest they don’t get along very well. I mean, not trying to kill each other or anything, but petty threats and jokes are thrown around. At a certain point in their journey they have to take a break in this elven kingdom and by the end of it they are the best of friends! Now, I ship these two characters together, so, I’m writing a specific fanfic that takes place during their pause there and since Tolkien didn’t really go into detail with what they were doing during that time I have lots of creative freedom,”

Hitoshi’s lips pressed together as he watched them gesticulate their way through what could only be defined as a speech; his half-open eyes never left theirs while his chin rested on his hand. His eyes lingered from one feature of their face to another, still listening of course: he was good at that. Though his eyes may have lingered a moment too long on their lips.

“-not even mentioning their relationship later on at the end of ‘The Return of the King’, commenting on Minas Tirith’s architecture like a bunch of housewives! Really, in the middle of a war ‘This place needs more trees!’-” Their face dropped and Hitoshi’s heart with it. Did they notice him staring too much? He did that, didn’t he? Fuck. He made them uncomfortable-

“I’m sorry. I’m boring you.” They say huffing out a half-regretful chuckle. It nearly tricks him.

He stared just a little bit longer before talking.

“You’re not.”

He watched as their lips turned into an awkward smile, like they thought he only said it to be nice. The silence slowly crawled back. Hitoshi didn’t know what sudden urge slapped him in the face enough to have the courage to speak, but he did.

“Your voice is relaxing.” Good job asshole, now they think you’re a creep. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from your surprised one, which quickly turned into one of joy. And now he was blushing. Might as well dig my own grave with that one. Fingers tapped on mugs. Their mouths opened once, closed and then opened again.

“Do you mind if I- we move to the couch? I hate stools.”

“Sure- yeah.”

And moved to the couch they did. Fanfiction-writing long forgotten, they placed their teas on the small table in front of them; Hitoshi was surprised when they got blankets for the both of them and instinctively covered him too but he wasn’t about to complain about it. For a little while they sat in comfortable silence, only sounds of breathing and sips were heard. Just for a little while though. Until he noticed they kept yawning and their head dropping a bit every couple of seconds. His eyebrows scrunched up.

“You tired?”

“Meh, just a bit.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you up? I mean, we’re not that busy right now with school, you could write during the day and not in the middle of the night. Unless you can’t sleep but it doesn’t look like you can’t.”

“Well-” They huffed out a smile. “-it’s not exactly about having time. It’s a bit more complicated. Like-” They exhaled again, squeezing their eyes shut and then reopening them. “There aren’t enough hours during the day to- to be. The whole day feels like a dread and the only thing I look forward to is those hours in the night where I can do anything I want without that senseless guilt. The night is the only time I feel free to be.”

Hitoshi stayed silent for a moment, elaborating every word meticulously.

“That’s- that’s-”

“Sad? Pathetic? Depressing?”

He chuckled. “I mean- a bit.” Their soft laughter mixed together. “What I meant to say was, that’s- relatable.” A simple shared look was enough to fill the silence between them.

“So, why are you up?” Before Hitoshi could excuse himself again they stopped him.

“Don’t you dare say ‘just stuff’ again to me, I just gave you a tear-ripping, punch-to-the-face, gut-wrenching speech.” With their index finger pointing at him he let out a soft laugh, though his eyes lost a bit of their shine for a second when he started speaking.

“I have insomnia.”

“Ah. So you got up to make yourself chamomile or something?”

“Well, I wanted to make myself some coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Coffee.”

“And you let me make you tea, why?”

Hitoshi adjusted himself quickly and cleared his throat. “You looked happy.” He felt their eyes stare through his soul, he felt naked.

“Is this helping?” God thank you for changing the subject.

“Is what helping?”

“Talking.” He thought for a moment.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. Don’t usually talk to people.”

They smiled. “I noticed.” He grinned.

“Are you going to go back to sleep then? Well, not sleep- you get it.”

“Don’t know. This couch is very comfortable.”

“Oh yeah?” You said, raising your eyebrows with a shit-eating grin. A wide grin grew on his face and he let out a laugh.

“Yeah.” You nodded again.

“You know, I won’t get offended if you want to go back to sleep- or to your fanfiction.” He said.

You shook their head. “I’m fine here.”

He gulped, praying that the low light won’t show his blushing cheeks. Their conversation went on for another half an hour at least, Hitoshi couldn’t tell honestly. Their teas finished and mugs cold, they got up (mostly because they realized the time). Cups in the sink, they began talking again once Hitoshi yawned.

You chuckled. “Is my voice that relaxing?”

“Incredibly so.” He grinned seeing them laugh again. He cleared his throat.

“So, you going to sleep?” Hitoshi watched them as their shoulders dropped.

“Yeah- yeah, is that okay? I don’t mean to leave you alone but-”

“Yes- yes it’s fine don’t worry about me, I won’t die,” he grinned, his hands in his pockets “sleep, you need it.”

“Oh, and you don’t?”

“No, I’m like Batman.”

“Are you implying he doesn’t sleep because he calls himself Batman?- He’s not even- He doesn’t have super powers like that, you are aware-” Their soon-to-be ramble was interrupted by his laughter.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m not mocking, promise.” He bit his inside cheek, clenching and unclenching his fists in nervousness. “I just- like how passionate you are.”

“About Batman?”

“About Batman.” They looked at each other for a second before you nodded.

“Alright… Well, I’m off to bed. Nice slippers by the way.” Hitoshi grinned like a lovesick boy at your comment.

He nodded smiling and moved away a bit from the entrance of the corridor to let you pass. They smiled and wished each other a good night. It only took a few steps before you stopped and whipped around.

“Wait!” You ran and before he knew it they had plunged into him, his torso wrapped nicely within their arms. His body froze at first but quickly came back and wrapped his own arms around their frame. Hitoshi could feel his muscles relax. It wasn’t long before they moved away leaving an empty feeling in both of them.

“Goodnight!” They said and Hitoshi swore that was the sweetest smile he had ever had the luck of witnessing.

“Good- goodnight.”

As if he was able to sleep after that.

Thank you for reading! Constructive criticism/advice is welcomed.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi x reader #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #i love him soso much #first time writing for hitoshi #hope you like it!#wrote this instead of sleeping #hitoshi shinso x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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10th doctor x autistic!reader - my safe place

Hiiii Please could I request a 10th doctor x Autistic reader please just sine comfort? Thank youuu :) - Anon💜

To say you had been terrified was an understatement.

It was supposed to be something simple, calm, a nice little trip to a peaceful planet to relax after everything that had gone on recently.

It was supposed to be a war free planet.

But when you rocked up on it, and Daleks were waging war on everything living thing and immediately recognised you and the doctor you thought that was it.

You thought you were done for.

There was a lot of shouting and yelling and the doctor in his panic had accidentally shouted at you as well.

Now you were sitting in the far corner of the console room to the TARDIS, head buried in your knees, breathing raggedly.

You were overwhelmed, upset, scared, a whole flurry of emotions and it was stressing you out and making everything worse.

The doctor quickly set the TARDIS into flight, and he ran a hand over his head as he took a deep breath to calm his racing hearts.

“Okay, okay we should be alright now.” He said.

He waited for your reply, and he furrowed his brows a little bit.

He knew you were in here, he made sure you got in first, but he was expecting a reply.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

He looked around, he checked under the console, on the rafters where you liked to hang out to get out of his reach and he didn’t find you until he all but tripped over you.

He landed on the floor with a bang and he quickly sat up.

“Why are you sat in the floor?”

He spun himself around and he immediately frowned seeing you curled up on yourself.

“Oh.. oh okay. You’re okay, hold on just a minute.”

He jumped up and ran away, he parked the TARDIS on earth, and then he ran back up to you, dropped to his knees in front of you.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He rushed out.

He carefully looked at you, the way you had your hands over your ears, the way you rocked slightly back and forth.

“Come here…”

He slowly reached out, placing his hands over yours, and you snapped your head up to him.

The doctor smiled softly and sat down in front of you.

“You’re alright…” he whispered.

He was still pretty new to the whole sensory overload thing, he understood you had autism, and he understood sometimes that impacted how you did things.

It meant you would do things differently from how his other companions did things.

While they would tend to do their own thing, you worked with him, your mind worked different, and it opened a whole new array of possibilities he didn’t even realise could happen.

You two were the dream team.

And he always understood sometimes you got overwhelmed.

Just like now.

A few tears fell from your eyes.

“Hey don’t cry, come on, I don’t like to see you cry.”

He moved so he was sitting on his knees and he leant forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s okay… we’re safe now.. there’s no noise.. nothing but us and the TARDIS…”

You sniffled a little bit, and you moved your eyes away from him.

And his hearts broke a little.

When he first met you, you wouldn’t look at him, then when time went by you trusted him more to look at him.

He was over the moon.

But when he was the reason you were upset or overwhelmed you couldn’t bring yourself to look at you.

It’s how he knew he had done something wrong.

“No.. what did I do..” he whispered.

He wracked his brain and it quickly came back to him.

“Oh no sweetheart I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout at you I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He moved his hands away from yours and he held his arms out.

“Come here, come on.”

You shuffled forward, and you put your arms under his jacket, resting your ear on his chest, and he took the edges of his jacket, wrapping them around you.

He created almost like a cocoon, you wrapped up in his jacket with him.

It was your favourite thing in the world.

You loved it.

So that’s what he did.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t shouting at you.. I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

He placed a hand on the back of your head, and he looked down at you.

He could feel your gripped his blazer, and he let himself fall back so he was sitting down, pulling you with him.

“We’ll sit here for as long as you want.”

And that’s what he did, just sat there with you.

It wasn’t often he stayed in one spot or he was quiet, but this was always one of those times.

After a while, you moved away from him and he let you go.

“(Y/N)?”

You backhanded his chest making him yelped and shuffle away.

“I’m sorry!” He whined.

You huffed and got up, climbing to your favourite spot and you crossed your arms as you looked down at him.

“No come back! Let me hug you!”

“No…”

“Please?! Let me hug you!”

The doctor grinned a little bit and held his arms out to you, making grabby hands to tell you he wanted you to come back.

“You can’t resist me forever.” He mused.

You huffed and turned your head away from him.

“Aw (Y/N) please? Come on, just a hug. I know you want to.”

He grinned a little bit and leant against the console.

He knew you of course.

He knew you all too well.

You would sit up there for a few minutes, pretending to ignore him, and when he turned his back away from you, just like he did now.

He could hear you come down, hear you pad along the metal floor, and you lifted the back of his trench coat, resting your head on his back.

He smiled to himself and reached around him to take your arms and wrap them around himself.

Your safe space was right next to him, you felt comfort knowing that he was there, that you could reach out and feel him there.

But he had to pretend you weren’t there, otherwise you’d get embarrassed and go back up to your little perch out of his reach

#doctor who #doctor who x you #doctor who x reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who imagine #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor imagine

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hazbin-hotlee37 · 1 month

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please lee lucifer i want a cute, ticklish lucifer!

These people could be Alastor and Charlie, and I think the reason for the tickling might be because Charlie sees his father a little sad. Lucifer was in a bad mood that day. Anyway, Charlie is upset because he hates it when his father is sad, and seeing Charlie upset, Alastor wants to know why, and Charlie asks Alastor for help to make his father happy! I would be very happy if you write, thank you!

Hmmmmm, love the depressed, autistic dads lmao

I gotchu

Lee!Lucifer, Ler!Charlie & Ler!Alastor. (Mentioned AdamsApple)

Light of My Life

Lucifer laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Everything had been going great, so why was he feeling so… so numb? He hated days like this, especially since he had promised to hang out with Charlie! Since Adam was busy trying to reconnect with his own kids, which of course Lucifer supported! 100%! But… He wished his lover was here… God, that’s selfish isn’t it?

Luci sighed and found the energy to pick up his phone and text his daughter, telling her that he couldn’t hang out. He didn’t really say why, and he knew it would make Charlie curious. That’s… Kinda what he was hoping for…

Charlie felt her phone vibrate and looked at the text, she got concerned instantly. Her dad canceled? That was rare nowadays, before he did it more times than she could count but now? He never, and I mean Never, canceled. For the reason of wanting to repair their relationship. So, this was concerning.

“Is everything alright, dear?” The Radio Demon asked, his head tilted curiously.

“O-Oh! Al, hey, I didn’t see you there! I’m doing fine, it’s just my dad-..” She paused upon seeing the deer demon's ears twitch curiously.

“Whatever could be the problem with the King of Hell himself?” Alastor asks with a slightly more sinister smirk.

“I’m not sure, he just canceled our hang out though. Which is so unlike him nowadays…” The Princess of Hell says with a sigh, putting her phone away. “I’m gonna go check on him…”

“Well, let me join you! I’ve been in need of some new entertainment” Alastor says with a smirk, his hands behind his back.

“*Sigh* Fine, but don’t mess with him, okay?”

“Well… That’s a lot less Fun, but fine.”

The two walked over to Lucifer’s quarters of the hotel, knocking on the door. There was a soft groan and response and the door opened magically, so they entered. Charlie let out a soft gasp at her fathers current condition.

Lucifer was curled up in bed, his hair a mess, wearing ducky pajamas. His room was messed up as well, lots of rubber ducks scattered around as well as random little notes, since he wasn’t the best at remembering things.

“Oh gosh, dad… I didn’t think things got this bad… What happened..?” Charlie asks, sitting on the bed by her father.

“Heyy, Char…. I’m just… Having one of those days… Sorry, I-I canceled on ya… I-I-I-... I just can’t today…” Luci mutters with a shaky sigh, not able to look his daughter in the eye.

Alastor remained silent, he felt… Conflicted. Concerned even… He’s never seen the King of Hell himself so low, it just reminded him that anyone could be vulnerable, no matter how powerful.

“Dad, it’s fine, trust me. I just wanna make sure you’re okay… I-I know you said things were bad when you were alone, so…- I’m here, Dad” The princess of hell says as she pulls her dad into a hug, who gratefully hugs back. Though, she accidentally squeezed Lucifer’s sides, who in response, let out a squeak (That sounded similar to a rubber duck).

Both Alastor and Charlie perked up a little and shared a softer smile as they looked at each other then back to a now nervously-giggling king.

“W-Wahait-.. Charlie. Charlie, no… No….. NO- Chaharlie!” The fallen angel burst into bright, bubbly giggles as he felt his daughter’s fingers scribble over his sides.

“Maybe this will cheer you up!” Charlie says with a smile.

“While normally, I may not be the biggest fan of yourself, your highness, I do have to say… This is quite the adorable sight.” Alastor says with a smirk as he gently takes hold of Lucifer’s wrist and starts tracing his claw over his hand and palm.

“Ehehehe! Ohoho gohosh! C-Chahar, EEP! Ahalastor!” The fallen angel squeaked and giggled but didn’t pull away, because it was actually working. It was helping…

“Tickle tickle, dad! Aww, your laugh is actually really cute!”

“I must agree with you, Charlie! It's not something I would’ve expected from the King of Hell himself!”

“Ohoho gohoodness mehe! Ihihi- Ehehehahaha! *Hic!* O-Okahay- Okahay, Chahaharlie! Naha- Nononono NOhoho”

Suddenly both Charlie and Alastor got a face full of feathers, it even knocked Alastor over onto the floor. Lucifer quickly folded up his wings, feeling slightly bad but also giggling slightly.

“Oof-! My goodness-... That was quite rude, if I do say so myself” Alastor says sarcastically, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Ah! I’m sorry-” Luci says with a soft smile.

“It’s alright, dad. Are you feeling better..?” The Princess of Hell asks with a slight smile.

“Yeah, yeah… Thanks, Char. You’re the best” The King of Hell says as he hugs his daughter, who happily hugs back.

“But… This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook”

“Ohh… no”

“Welp, that’s my que to leav-”

Let’s just say, revenge was happily served.

#hazbin hotel tickle #lee!lucifer #ler!alastor #ler!charlie #Mentioned AdamsApple #soo much fluff #lots and lots of fluff

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auphelia · 10 months

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A long day (1/?)

Warnings n tags: f!reader, autistic!alhaitham hinted, student!reader, soft alhaitham, fluff, eventual smut in later parts if I don’t chicken out, not proofread, selfship coded, I don’t think readers appearance is specified? like alhaitham can lift you but he’s buff so...

Note: I have been haunted by Alhaitham for so long, now I am reduced to making the content that I desperately crave. I am not a writer, nor is english my first language, so expect nothing! I will continue this fic at some point but I’m too tired right now so I split it up. Also, minors DNI

Word count: ~1200

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Alhaitham had undoubtedly had a rough day. He slammed the door a little louder than usual as he entered his house, the noise causing him to startle slightly in both surprise and discomfort, which only served to sour his mood further. Your head perked up the moment the door slammed shut, it was never really difficult to guess if it was your boyfriend coming home or his loud roommate Kaveh. But today was different, the door had been shut with more force, and noise, than what Alhaitham usually did. But Kaveh shouldn’t be home before tomorrow, something about a project if you remembered correctly. Letting out a small sigh, you put the book you had been reading away.

"Alhaitham, is that you?" You did your best to keep your voice soft and gentle, hoping that he'd already turned off his noise cancelling earpieces.

"Obviously" He sounded tired and annoyed although he did his best to hide it behind his usual neutral tone, but you weren't fooled by that, not anymore.

It took you only a moment to deduce that it must've been a busy day for him. You frowned a bit at the thought, there had been too many busy days for him ever since he was forced into accepting the position of *Acting* Grand Sage. You debated going out to hug him as usual, ultimately coming to the conclusion that the unexpected touch would likely only aggravate him further. Instead, you rose from the couch and went into the kitchen, rummaging around for some ground coffee beans.

You cursed under your breath, why did Kaveh always have to move things around in the cupboards and give them new spots whenever he cleaned? You thanked the Archons that Kaveh was away today, knowing full well that he enjoyed pushing Alhaitham's buttons to get him to act brashly on days like this.

Meanwhile, you could hear Alhaitham going about his business getting his shoes and that silly cloak he insisted on wearing off. You smiled as you heard some faint clattering, he was finally getting around to emptying all his pockets. A loud curse rang through the otherwise quiet house followed by a thud. Hm, maybe he wasn't emptying his pockets, maybe he accidentally dropped the pouch around his waist? You measured enough water and coffee for a single cup and setting it to brew.

"Are you okay love?" You tried to placate him by using his favorite term of endearment, knowing he must be furious at himself to warrant cursing.

"Physically I am in perfect shape" His voice was less composed now, he sounded exasperated. You smiled to yourself, in some ways, Alhaitham was like a small child, getting annoyed as soon as something didn't go according to his plan.

You could hear him enter the living room as you stood in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.

"You're still working through this book for your thesis? At this rate, you won't even start writing before the deadline for submission has passed" His voice was sounding less annoyed, a good thing, even if he was knowingly taunting you.

"You should accept my offer of assistance, it would be the only logical thing to do" His voice took on a slightly teasing tone, subtle enough that you had to know him to catch it. With a small chuckle you entered the living room, the cup of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked over and offered it to him.

"It would be improper for a student to receive help from the highest authority in the Akademiya" You spoke the words with a smile playing on your lips, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to help and despised not being allowed to.

"Besides, you hardly know enough about my field of study to be of any meaningful assistance" As you spoke, he took a sip of the coffee, visibly relaxing at the warm feeling spreading through his body from both the drink and your presence.

"Hm, is that so?" A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he sat down on the couch, leaning back and crossing his legs. It was clear that he took it as a challenge, if the way he reached out for your book on the table was any indication. You swatted his hand away with a grin before grabbing the book and placing it out of his reach.

"You have enough tiresome scholars and students to deal with at work as it is, no need to add me to that list" Although you were mostly teasing him, there was a hint of truth to your words, you could see the toll his current position took on him. He let out a sigh, not having any argument against your statement, instead he patted the spot next to him, signaling that he would like you to sit close to him. With a satisfied smile, you sat down, resting your body against his toned frame. Alhaitham placed a soft kiss to your hair, silently thanking you for putting up with him. The two of you sat in comfortable silence while he finished his coffee, you eventually picked up your book again and started reading, feeling him shift next to you to read along.

"You should take a bath. You reek of poorly-written submissions and the sweat of scholars desperate for funding" You poked his chest, not taking your eyes off of the book in your hands. He let out a low, amused huff before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"And it seems my *carelessness* has caused it to rub off on you." His voice was matter-of-factly, but if you'd care to look back at him, you would see a small glint in his teal eyes. A small giggle escaped you as you closed your book and tried to wiggle free, which only caused him to pull you closer with a soft hum. He set the now empty mug down and reached over to take the book from your hands and place it down on the table before bringing his hand back up to gently caress your cheek.

"Perhaps you would be interested in joining me for a bath?" His voice was still calm, although you could hear the hopeful tone entering his words. You leaned into his hand on your cheek, enjoying the feeling of his careful touch. He always touched you with such care, almost as if he was scared you would break under his touch.

"Hmm fine" You make a show of seeming disinterested, but both of you know this was exactly the outcome you'd hoped for.

"But we'd better get to it now, I don't want to be caught naked when your roommate comes home" A small kiss is planted on Alhaitham's jaw as you speak, making his lips turn up in a soft smile. When your words register in his mind, his face contorts into a slight frown. He quickly scoops you into his arms and stands up, not bothering to answer you but instead making a beeline for the bathroom as he clutched you to his chest.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #acting grand sage #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #fluff #i needed to get this out #my own shit #alhaitham supremacy #pure fluff #for now #auphelia writes stuff now

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I'm gonna be real I haven't even seen the original question list, BUT you did say to keep asking for 17, and I DO like hearing headcanons. So. What about 17?

YES!! thank you thank you

17. List five headcanons for your favorite characters!

Sayaka's things she isn't proud of? dangerous sabotaging of rival groups: messing with their food etcetera to make them extremely sick but not kill them, Things like that. she got the idea from the bio-terrorism part of the documentary Wild Wild Country, which she once overheard her dad watching. and, anyway, it's easy enough to "accidentally" find ways on Tiktok to just slightly poison people, all billed as pranks, so no one's the wiser. she is, believe it or not, a relatively calm person, but extremely paranoid about her career, and sort-of blacks out into a Different Person of Bad Decisions when she feels backed into a corner

in a non-despair AU that includes all the franchise's characters, one of the reasons Junko gives up on the idea of a Killing Game is that she can't convince the more powerful members of Class 79 to her side. after getting turned down by Angie and Kirumi, she figures fucking with people like everyone's annoying little sister is probably an Easier way to get her kicks

everyone makes fun of Byakuya for the time Hina punched him for like, the rest of their lives. it's pretty Dope

we're told that the reason that the NWP had so many Safeguards on it was not In Case Of Enoshima but actually in case of Usami and Chiaki going rogue. what we're not told is that AI Chiaki has tons of restrictions on her programming to stop her from turning the NWP into a despair-filled gamer version of the music video to "Unholy." she, in herself, was a Gamble. she's essentially a robot that woke up the avenging angel of a girl that was tortured to death, a robot tasked with healing a load of terrorists who, quite frankly, may not deserve it. she was hugely dangerous, and Usami really means it when she says Chiaki breaking her own limitations to act for the greater good was a miracle

Komaru dates both Syo and Toko. Syo is the "fun" one, and Toko is the "domestic" one. if Komaru tries to talk to Syo about bills she nopes out to the back of the headspace and makes Toko discuss that Boring shit

BONUS: The Despair Twins are autistic. Mukuro's hyperfixation is weaponry, and her empathy is in another room. anhedonic Junko is so good at analyzing and masking it's a SHSL talent for her. she Enjoys it, really

#danganronpa #byakuya togami #aoi asahina #tokomaru #toko fukawa #komaru naegi #genocide syo #chiaki nanami #sayaka maizono #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba

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freckliedan · 5 months

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Hi!!! I just wanted to talk about how Dan and Phil as a brand is so relatable to neurodivergents in the way that they've been treated recently. So DnP built their careers off of being "weird" and "quirky" and socially awkward. That was Their Thing. Dan spoke for years about being violently bullied (quotes such as "being punched in the head by dickheads" stand out as a pre-BIG example of just how violent it got at times), Phil had the Why I Was a Weird Kid series, they both were frequently talked about as being "weird" and "awkward" by other YouTubers - they WERE the "weird" ones of the vlog group. The ones that awkward teens could relate to. Unfortunately, this got the attention of the #imsoquirky crowd who talks like they're experiencing all of these things while also being the same people who would mock me for my autism.

And that's the crowd now saying Dan is too old to be posting catboy photos or saying that the two of them "give the ick now, idk why." And I just can't help but notice how much I relate to that as an autistic and ADHD person. So many times over the years, I've made "friends" who were slightly into my interests, but then got weirded out by how hard I went into them. I think what we're seeing is the same thing happening to Dan and Phil. Drawing cat whiskers on your face to answer questions? Well that's "so cute and quirky"!! (/s). But actually playing as Catboys in JRPGs, dressing up in cat ears, making animal noises (which the two of them always did but ig this group overlooked), etc? Well that's "too far" and "so weird."

I think Dan especially got hit with this because he has more subscribers. When he talks about being bullied, most people can relate to that. But then when he goes and honks a horn in a game repeatedly (which tbh I've done before myself, very ADHD coded of him) or talks about hiding behind vending machines to avoid talking to people, that is suddenly "too annoying/weird" for some of the audience that got into him for his "relatably weird" content.

Sorry this is such a long ramble, but basically Dan and Phil have accidentally become the perfect examples of how kids with autism/ADHD/social pragmatic disorder/nvld/dyspraxia *insert other neurodivergencies that can cause atypical socialization* are treated. People might find your initial "quirkiness" relatable because everyone feels awkward or socially anxious at times, but it's when they see that you are Actually Just Like That and it's not to be #relatable that they turn on you and start saying that you're "too much" and "too weird."

Dan and Phil were the "weird" ones of the British vlog scene, and those of us who tuned into the younows or watched their older videos knew this, but someone who only subbed after watching a meme review or the two of them playing undertale might have assumed that they were the "right" kind of quirky/weird.

This is probably incoherent, but I hope you get what I mean.

this isn't incoherent! just such a well thought out ask i don't have anything to add. there's really specific ways i'm comfortable talking abour dnp + neurodivergence & neurodivergence in general so it's not something i've ever done super in depth posts abt!

i've actually gotten a few really lengthy asks like this over the last few weeks, so this is to you and to my other askers: i really appreciate that folks want to share their ideas with me but sometimes i genuinely don't have enough to contribute in response to add on to what's being said! and that makes it pretty impossible to answer asks like this.

so this is to everyone: feel free to @ me in the replies on your posts! (doing that leaves things cleaner than @ ing in the body of a post, which in my experience means folks are more likely to engage, if that's what you're looking for). especially loop me in about dnp + neurodivergene or dnp + gender!

this isn't a promise i'll rb or even see things, this website's functionality is shit, but like. it's actually way easier for me to see and support than if yall are sending me essay length anons, and this way i + others can find more people who share the same opinions as us! make ur own posts & ppl will follow u i prommy

#jam replies #anon #very unrelated response to ur ask but like. yours is a complete thought i agree with in meaning if not 100% in your phrasing but i know whe #not to be a pedantic asshole so like! @ me in yall's posts. it will work out better for you than sending me asks like this that i can't #answer

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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Heya! I'm kinda new to writing requests so lul. But uhh... could you write about Bdubs x autistic!Reader? Like he helps Reader calm down from the very hard day working in the court (could be a meltdown or anything really. Stuff happens) cuz Ren (even tho he's a sweet guy ooc) is an annoyance. So He leads Reader to a quiet room, not trying to not overwhelm them more by touching them (cuz restricting movement is something I hate so so so so much. Childhood was horrible from how people held me like I was an animal) and he lets you calm down from the intense stress of melting down and they go back to work when they're ready and able (cuz ready and able or to different things for me). You can decide pronouns Reader uses. Just wanna have comfort for something I do that makes me worry about judgment.

Also can I be ☕ anon if it's not taken. If it is, please suggest one!

Thanks for the req! Im not sure if i represented autism well, i tried to go with what i know through my research because im not autistic as far as im aware. Please do tell me if i made a mistake or presented something bad!! I dont want to accidentally portray autism wrongly ^^ also its short as i dont want to prolong it if i did misportray autism

And ofcourse ofcourse! You can be ☕ anon! I didnt really think of having anons until now so thanks for reminding me!

-ˋˏ✄— Order in the Court!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ BDoubleO x Autistic! Reader

Pronouns: they/them

"At ease, please!"

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

“Order! Order! Order in the court!”

The loud voice of Ren the King’s shouts startled Y/n not the slightest. Their thoughts had dozed off a few moments ago, wondering how their collection of animals back at base were doing. Did they remember to leave enough food for them? Were their animals left with enough entertainment for the hour they were gone? Was the temperature fitting enough? They had over a dozen creatures—from cats to dogs, parrots to pandas, axolotls, a few barn animals, a warden—

“Order! Order!”

They flinched slightly, unnoticeable to most Hermits.

Most. BDoubleO always seemed to notice their little habits—from flinches to stutters, and the little happy finger click they did when they successfully tamed—or captured, you can’t really tame wardens—another creature.

He turned his head slightly towards them, sending a side glance their way.

The mumblings of the King’s Court never seemed to die down. Ren sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

“Guys, guys! Your attention, please!”

Y/n licked at their lips, their head downwards as their fingers danced with each other. The mumbling and whispering eased down soon after, and the members of the court finally paid attention to their flustered king.

His hair was wild, standing in all directions as his face flushed in red.

“What may be the issue, my king?” Bdubs, voice calmer and lower than usual, spoke up first.

“Well, as thou shalt see—” Red pointed to the outside of the castle, out the window where the statue of himself stood. “Someone has graffitied my glorious statue!”

Y/n subconsciously shuffled backwards further into their seat. Ren’s increasing volume as he rambled on and on about how the renegades—as he says—disrespected his statue.

“Uh—my king?” Bdubs mumbled lower now, eyes flashing towards Y/n’s direction for a split second. “My liege?”

When Ren hadn’t responded to his quiet calls, inaudible to his loud complaints, Bdubs resorted to whisper-shouting his name instead.

“Ren!”

Ren turned his head towards Bdubs, ready to correct the man, when his eyes moved from the mossy man to the jittery Y/n beside him. Their head hung lowly, their hands gripped each other tightly, and their widened eyes refused to make contact with anyone in the room. “Oh,” Ren mumbled softly. “Oh—I, uh—”

“It’s alright, Ren,” Bdubs whispered, standing up shortly. He tugged lightly on their shirt, enough for them to feel it but not enough to startle them. They turned their head backwards, glancing at the general direction of Bdubs’ face. He held his usual smile, calmer and softer, before pointing his head in the direction of the door.

“Come on, love,” he whispered lowly. “Y’wanna get outta here?”

Without another word, Y/n followed him outside.

As soon as they were out, as soon as the air brushed through their face, Y/n let a sigh leave their lips.

“You alright there, hon?” Bdubs whispered, standing a comfortable distance away.

Y/n stayed silent, letting the wind brush through their face for a few moments. Bdubs waited, patient and kind.

A moment passed, and they sighed. “Yeah—yeah, sorry. That…that was dumb of me.”

“No, no.” Bdubs was quick to reassure them, voice still soft and smile still kind. “No, that wasn’t. You’re fine, Y/n. You just needed a moment of silence, and Ren didn’t notice it in time.”

“But—” “No buts,” Bdubs scolded them lightly. “If you ever need just a moment to keep yourself comfortable, I’ll always be there to help you, got that? You're not a problem to me or anyone.”

They stayed silent for a second before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good, good. Do you wanna go back or do you want to stay here for a moment.”

“I think—I think I can go back in now.”

Nodding, Bdubs gestured to the door, opening it for them.

“After you.”

—PATCHWRK!

#hermitcraft x reader #bdoubleo100 x reader #bdoubleo x reader #bdubs x reader #hermitcraft bdoubleo x reader #hermitcraft bdubs x reader

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euphorial-docx · 2 years

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Hi you! I'd love to hear some more of your Autistic Regulus headcannons!

sorry it took me forever to respond. i had to brainstorm for a little bit

anyways, to the headcannons!

sensitive to fabric textures, like he absolutely hates the feel of velvet. tags need to be cut out IMMEDIATELY

needs precise instruction. if he’s even slightly unsure, he will spiral and just freeze up.

absolutely not a multitasker. he does everything one task at a time, thank you very much

accidentally a teachers pet. for a long time, he didn’t realize that telling the teacher about his peers bad behavior was considered bad. he was just being honest ffs

great vocabulary ever since he was a kid

i feel like he’d have a comfort item. maybe a snitch or a family ring that he brings everywhere

prefers to be self-taught

loves philosophy. is very interested in asking those deep questions about life and death and everything in between. he doesn’t particularly want to answer said questions, but he likes to ponder them

ah yes, social anxiety

that boy is so easily irritated.

gives up on things that he’s not automatically skilled at

people often assume he doesn’t lie because of how blunt and honest he is most of time, but in reality, regulus is a fantastic liar.

i feel like he’d hold a pencil/quill oddly. his friends would notice the way he’s writing and just ??? what the fuck, regulus? how can you even hold it like that?

while on the topic of writing, he has atrocious handwriting. it gives doctor. he can understand it, but no one else can. his friends know not to copy his notes

is he stressed? if yes, then don’t expect any words from him.

has daily routines that he always abides by. his friends would know when he would be where and try not to mess it up. if they do mess it up, that’s where that “easily irritated” trait comes into play

he has a visual stim where he likes to watch the water. spends a lot of time at the lake, just sitting by himself and observing

easily picks up on the presence of people around him, almost like a sixth sense of some kind. he is hyper aware of the people in the room and dislikes when they are too close

he’s a quiet speaker. like, he’s hardly ever loud, on purpose or on accident. that doesn’t mean he’s “uwu shy” he just naturally talks quieter, doesn’t matter if he’s being nice or being a bitch

he played “oddly” when he was little. he would play by organizing his toys or lining them up neatly. he would also set up scenes with his toys, but never actually act out the scene— he just liked setting it up (i did this a lot as a kid lmao. i would make house blueprints out of chalk and not actually play with it)

normally sticks to his friend group and rarely ever deviates from them. he honestly has no interest in making more friends

romance does not come easily to him. not that he isn’t interested in romance (at least to me. i don’t personally hc him as aspec), it’s just difficult for him to navigate

as a kid, he often preferred to talk to older people— older family members, teachers— over kids his age

taught himself how to act “normal” by mimicking the people around him.

struggles to understand when he makes a mistake. he often won’t apologize because he simply can’t comprehend that he did something wrong.

had an imaginary friend as a kid. i don’t have any specifics about it, he just gives me that Vibe

#autistic regulus black #regulus black #actually autistic #autistic headcanon #jegulus #jegulily #marauders #marauders headcanon

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acertainmoshke · 7 months

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🧥 🍎 and 🌙 for the October ask game!

Ooh these are some good ones, thank you! I'll start with Cold Iron for this ask. And under a cut because, predictably, this got long.

🍎 apple: let’s talk about friendship in your wip. do you have any favorite friend/platonic dynamics? any friendships gone sour?

You know that scene in Leverage where Parker and Elliot are trapped in an ice cave having a deep conversation about how they have a darkness Hardison doesn't share because of who they are, what they've been through, and the things they have to be willing to do? That's basically Shakatra and Doug. By the time they meet, both are considerably more likely to kill casually and, while not exactly enjoying it, both understand it as a necessity so their better friends can be safe. Shaka introduces him to the idea of wandering deep into a rain-dripping forest and screaming at the top of your lungs, and Doug takes them to seedy bars to chill for once. Both of them are usually the most dangerous person in the room (Doug is human so of the two, Shaka is much more of a danger but compared to other humans Doug is awful fast and mean). They can both be kind of dicks in a very much not joking way, but it's refreshing that neither of them is bothered by the general grumbling, complaining, and insulting.

There WILL be some friendship drama but I'm not nearly far enough to know what it is yet.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Oof, does Shaka ever. This is actually my really self-indulgent darkness hit here. Not only were they an unwanted changeling child (in the early 1900's!), but their mother determined that rather than abandon them to die it was better to punish them for the loss of her real daughter. So they were abused and bullied throughout childhood, struggled as an autistic inhuman kid in school, got beat up by older brothers until they were old enough to strike back. But they stayed, even after they met Kris and understood that leaving was an option, they stayed because of their baby brother Richard. He was the only one who actually liked them, and they took care of him and protected him back.

What they're trying to hide is that they killed him.

They didn't, of course. Probably. If I really want to go dark I'll make it accidentally their fault, but as of right now what happened was he accidentally fell off the fire escape in a fight with his mother, and Shaka wasn't fast enough to save him. Both of them fell 7 stories. They weren't human, they survived with only bruises (and the general idea that they were unkillable and should test that theory as much as possible). He...did not. They ran away after that, and as of book 1 it's the only thing they haven't been fully honest with Kris about.

In later stories, they are also trying to hide who they were back at the beginning of the series as they learn to be less violent and have more compassion, they don't want to admit who they used to be.

🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

There haven't been a lot of these so far, but I'll do my best...

Ok, there haven't been any so I'm just going to write something. This takes place towards the end of the first book.

It was good to be home, but the platform seemed smaller than before. I took the stairs two at a time and spun on my bare feet at the bottom, letting my body fly into the nearest wall. The air stirred slightly and I raised my hand instinctively to catch the box of cigarettes. Kris, holding Jack on one hip, winked at me. I flicked the first one and the end sputtered into glowing life. I let myself take a long, comfortingly familiar, drag on it before flicking another one to life and placing it carefully between his lips, on the side away from where Jack snored against his shoulder. Maggie looked around and dropped Cassie's hand. Cassie, released, swayed until she almost collapsed, stumbled, and blinked up at the flickering lights. Maggie adjusted her glasses. "Think we could get some fire or something in here?" I went to share a glance with Kris, something like We've never needed one before, but he was already moving. There was a pile of paper bags in one corner with paper wrappings flung on top from all our diner meals. There may have been a trash can at the bottom of the pile at one point, but it was impossible to tell anymore. He tossed several into a small mound in a more central part of the platform, under a light. And then he threw his cigarette in the middle. Maybe it was the oil that soaked through the paper in big greasy stains, but it worked surprisingly well. Soon the fire flickered up almost to my eye level, the smoke drifting lazily up the stairs and down the street. "I'm really tired," Cassie said, yawning. She was leaning against the grubby tiled wall, in stark contrast to her blue silk gown, and tugging idly at one dark pigtail. We settled the kids into our old nook. They had enough room to burrow under the blankets until both vanished entirely. There wouldn't be room for two kids and three adults, but that was a problem for future us. The fire blazed. Warmth crept into my fingers and toes for what felt like the first time in my life. I lay my head on Kris' shoulder and he didn't pull away. He was huddling into the circle of heat and turning to ask Maggie if she wanted to try our diner tomorrow, which was definitely better than the one we met her in. I still didn't understand why this made her laugh, but things were good again and we were home and safe and actually warm and for just this moment that was all that mattered.

Tag list: @pga-books

#moshke writes #writeblr #cold iron #ask games

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urproblematicfav-arsonk · 1 year

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I would deadass mean a lot to me if it was made canon that Willy, Ron and Scary all have aspd/npd/autisim. Like the(largely accidental)rep would be so great in my opinion.

I fully believe Ron also has npd but unlike Willy he had somewhat of a support system through his mother and later the dads.

Scary fundamentally struggles with empathy and connecting emotionally with others. As much as the "lol I'm an angsty teen girl who's a mean loser" is like a joke, its sorta played too over the top to not be indicative of something else here.

Even as a autistic child I knew there was something "wrong" about me. I felt out of step with reality and often that no one actually could understand me.

Scary is constantly trying to connect and then failing in a way that I actually think is really similar to Willy.

I always interpreted the Fishing Scene as Willy legitimately being like "uhhg ok what do dads do?? They take their sons fishing????" Willy was very loosely trying to be a "person" and the second it went wrong he gave up immediately and just went back to the solution that's worked for him since he was a kid dealing with annoyance/harm.

Repeatedly there are these moments where Scary, very awkwardly is attempting to connect/mask and be a part of the group and works for like 10 seconds and then she can't keep the jig up and goes back to her normal/natural behaviors. Specifically I think the DnD game is a good example of this for her. Its really common for people like us to have this tbh sorta irrational belief that we know the "right way to have fun". Travis McElroy actually talked about how his npd would often make him genuinely frustrated at his family during Graduation because they weren't playing it right and he would have to stop, think, and remember " oh I'm not the ultimate authority for fun and other ppl can play however they want"(did he actually do that? No, but still he's trying I guess)

When I was a kid I'd get mad at my brother for adding toy cars to our fantasy games cuz cars don't belong in dragons and princess political dramas and my mom would literally tell a 6 year old me "u know this is why no one plays with u at school right?" Absolutely devastating but she was right lol.

Scary being controlling and weird and saying no constantly during her game is such peak npd/autistic behavior. She thinks that her way is the "correct" and "fun" way to play and gets frustrated when they won't play right. And the worse part is that she's very clearly trying so hard here. This is uncomfortable and difficult for her to be vulnerable and open like this. But she can't seem to do it right and the end result is everyone playing without her. Once again proving in her mind that No One Understands her and that she's Alone.

Scary can't mask or connect in her own neurodivergent way and she's literally being left out. Her sense of empathy and right/wrong is slightly off from everyone else's and more often then not Link or Normal's reaction to that is to call her bad or just get(rightfully)angry at her for not being able to understand something that is literally not able to come to her naturally like everyone else.

Or maybe its just really funny for Scary to be a over the top emo teen and for Ron to be unhinged lunatic who will say the most hurtful and deranged shit of a whim. Lol its sorta difficult to apply this deep analysis cuz how much of this is Beth genuinely giving us character information and how much is it "oh wouldn't it be funny if I said who's ur daddy tho" and I'm supposed to just laugh and not go on a iasip style conspiracy on Ron's brain

#aspd and autisim is the same disorder theory has bamboozled me thoroughly #anyway #projection time everybody #still waiting for my willy redemption arc #where is it Anthony #come on man stepping up stamplers breaking the cycle #where is it tony #i wouldn't be surprised tho if beth did think about this #she has pretty good understanding of these kinds of things it seems #dungeons and daddies #dungeons and daddies s2 #willy stampler #ron stampler #scary marlowe #beth may #actually autistic #meta #character analysis #neruodivergent

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marvelousbutterfly · 2 years

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how about (for your autistic peter parker series) peter (who's already having a bad day) unexpectedly meets Howard and Maria Stark (if u don't mind pretending they're still alive lmao) they make him upset and protective irondad + hurt/comfort ensues!

It took me a while, but here it is, anon! I got a bit carried away with this story, so this is only the first chapter, featuring mostly Hurt Tony and Protective Peter. What you requested, which is the other way around, will be featured in the next chapter!

Thank you for your patience, and I hope you and everyone else enjoy this!! Happy reading, everyone <3

(tw for implied/referenced child abuse and implied/referenced alcoholism)

No matter how far that I've run (memories always seem to catch up again)

Chapter 1: You bring me the past, didn't ask

Read on ao3

Summary:

"It's actually a really funny story," Peter started, but Tony didn't seem amused. "I'm okay, it was just me being clumsy and having no spatial awareness."

"Jesus, kid" Tony said, sounding exasperated but amused. "One day you'll be the death of me."

"I bet he's not worse than you," sounded a voice that was vaguely familiar to Peter. He looked up to see a man he recognized from the TV.

Tony's face paled as he turned around to face the unwelcome guest.

"Your father has arrived, boss" Friday announced a minute too late. ------- or in which Howard Stark is back, Tony is forced to face his past and Peter learns more about his mentor. Also, angst.

"And then I accidentally opened my locker on my head. Ned tried to warn me when he noticed I was too close to the door, but oh well… It hurt, but it was also hilarious, you know? And it got me thinking - can you imagine me knocking myself out with my super strength?" Peter asked, finally taking a breath after rambling about his day at school.

"I can, and that's what worries me…" Happy mumbled with a grimace from the driver's seat.

"Anyway, Ned and I laughed about it, but he still glared at the people who laughed at me in a bad way. I don't know how he can even tell the difference. Have you ever noticed how…" the boy continued, jumping from topic to topic the rest of the way to the Tower.

When they finally got there, instead of simply dropping the boy off as usual, Happy escorted him to the elevator.

"Friday, take Peter to the kitchen, please, and get him to put some ice on his forehead" he requested, and then mumbled under his breath with a mix of concern, annoyance and fondness, "I really don't get paid enough for this."

"Bye, Happy!" the boy waved, then groaned as Friday reminded him to get some ice for his head. ______________________________________________________________

Peter sat on the kitchen counter, placing an ice pack on his wound like Happy and Friday had instructed him to. He hated the sensation, but every time he put it down for too long, Friday would lightly scold him until he placed it back onto his wound.

"Hey Pete, I didn't hear you come in. How was sch-" Tony walked into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw the boy. "What the hell happened? Are you okay?" he asked, inspecting the bruise.

"It's actually a really funny story," Peter started, but Tony didn't seem amused. "I'm okay, it was just me being clumsy and having no spatial awareness."

"Jesus, kid" Tony said, sounding exasperated but amused. "One day you'll be the death of me."

"I bet he's not worse than you," sounded a voice that was vaguely familiar to Peter. He looked up to see a man he recognized from the TV.

Tony's face paled as he turned around to face the unwelcome guest.

"Your father has arrived, boss" Friday announced a minute too late.

"Great, thanks for the heads up, darling." ______________________________________________________________

TWO DAYS EARLIER

"So, what did you want to talk about that was so urgent?" Tony asked as the hologram screen flickered in front of him, slightly distorting the figure of Doctor Strange.

"I've been sensing an anomaly in our timeline and now I was finally able to track down the person responsible for that - an amateur sorcerer who has been playing around with time traveling. I'm still working on this issue, but I thought I should reach out to you and-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there" the other man interrupted, "I'm done with travels between dimensions, timelines and what-not. Doing it once to defeat that evil raisin was more than enough."

"The thing is…" Strange hesitated, a grimace evident on his face, "Someone made it through the portal into the present."

"Ugh, don't tell me there's an evil version of me running around Manhattan right now" Tony joked, but his grin was soon wiped from his face as the sorcerer's expression remained apprehensive.

"I guess you could describe him in such words. It's your father."

Tony was speechless as Doctor Strange explained that the amateur sorcerer messed with time with the sole intention of bringing Howard Stark back - and succeeded. Now, Strange was doing his best to fix what had been messed with before he could send the man back.

The younger Stark couldn't help but feel uneasy about his father's presence in this timeline. Then, he immediately felt a pang of guilt at the thought. How could he think like that? It was his father.

"So, can he be there tomorrow?"

The question brought Tony back to reality, reminding him that Strange had been talking the entire time.

"Huh?"

"We need a place for Howard to stay while I fix the broken timeline, and the Tower is the best place to ensure that he stays safe and that no one else notices he's here. Can I drop him off tomorrow after I talk to him to gather some more information?"

Tony sighed, regretting the answer even before it left his mouth. "Sure, I guess. I'll get some protocols ready," he said reluctantly. As soon as the call was over, he took a few shaky breaths and turned to one of his many screens. He had a lot of work to do.

In his haste to code protocol to keep his father's presence a secret from the public and especially the press, Tony nearly forgot that Peter would be staying with him for a few days while May was attending a conference out of town. So all he could do was try his best to swallow down his panic when Happy let him know that the kid was on his way. ______________________________________________________________

PRESENT DAY

As Howard stepped out of the elevator, Tony instinctively stepped in front of Peter, feeling the urge to shield him.

"What is this about, Anthony? Did someone manage to have your child to get to your money?" the man asked in a disdainful tone, leaning to the side to peek at the boy behind Tony.

"Not that it's any of your business, but this" Tony took a small step to the side, allowing his father to see a glimpse of Peter, who in turn was eyeing the eldest Stark curiously.

"Intern?" Howard huffed.

Tony took a deep breath and turned to look at Peter.

"Buddy, why don't you go down to the lab and get started on your homework?" he suggested, making sure not to mention his name, "Oh and keep putting ice on that head of yours."

As soon as the boy walked out of the room, Howard turned to look at his son once again.

"Stark Industries is hiring middle schoolers now?"

"He's in high school, and he's a brilliant young boy who deserves this opportunity to learn more."

"With you as a mentor, I'm not sure he'll get that opportunity," he sneered. "Now, I think it's time for a tour around SI, I want to see what you've done with the place."

"Sure, I'll have Friday notify the CEO herself"

"Wait, what??" ______________________________________________________________

Tony got Pepper to show the renewed building to his father - accompanied by Rhodey, because he would never leave anyone alone with his father. As soon as he got that out of his hands, Tony took his time in the elevator on the way to the lab - to Peter.

The boy was hunched over a textbook, but his eyes stared into the distance, his eyebrows furrowed together, deep in thought. Howard's words rang in his head, and he couldn't shake the need he felt to protect Mr. Stark from him.

"Pete?" the man called quietly, waking him from his thoughts.

"Did he treat you like that all the time?" Peter caught Tony off guard with the straightforward question.

"Only when we were in the same room" he joked, already building up the walls he worked so hard on tearing down.

"That's not fair! He's your father!"

"Look, kid, it's complicated. I've never been the easiest kid to have around."

"Neither have I!" Peter argued, "Kids don't have to make it easy in order to deserve loving parent-figures."

Tony didn't answer, he didn't know what to say. His father has always been like that, so he never thought about the possibility of things being different. He would just focus on the paternal love Jarvis had for him, and on doing his best to break the cycle and be a better father to his own kid in the future.

Now, Tony realized, the future was here. ______________________________________________________________

Tony avoided his father at all costs throughout the next few days, always finding an excuse to leave the room.

One day, though, his father was waiting for him outside the lab, and he couldn't escape. If he wanted to meet Peter upstairs for their movie night, he'd have to go through the man.

"So this is where you've been hiding, huh?" the man said, peeking inside. "You really haven't changed."

Says the dead man, Tony wanted to say. Instead, he decided on "I've changed a lot, you don't know me."

"Oh we're snappy today" his father mused.

"Look, I have better things to do, if you don't mind" Tony tried to walk past him, only to have his path blocked again.

"Better than talking to your own father?"

"You talk as if you've ever treated me like one," the younger Stark said before he could stop himself. His shoulders tensed up instinctively as he waited for his father's reaction.

"You know what, Anthony? You're right." Tony almost choked at the words, his brain not catching up to the venom seeping through them. "You are different. You've gotten weaker. You want me to treat you like a father does, but you're not even the man I raised you to be."

You've barely even raised me at all, Tony screamed in his own head, but he couldn't get the words out. His brain was flooded with dreaded images from his childhood. Belts, yelling voices, the burn of alcohol in his throat.

He'd fought against his trauma, gotten sober and even found it in his heart to forgive his father, while promising himself to be better.

But it was easier to forgive a ghost than a man of flesh and bone who never even felt he had something to be forgiven for.

"...at the Tower, outside your personal lab…" Friday's voice swam in and out of his head, but he couldn't really process them.

"-e in distress"

"...call some-"

"...ear me? Mr. Stark?"

His mind froze at the name. Was he in a meeting or with the press? Why were they being so formal? Unless…

"Pep?" he mumbled, voice weak.

"It's Peter, Mr. Stark. I can ask Friday to get Ms. Potts if you want."

Peter was in the Tower? What if he heard what Howard said? What if Howard had said something to the boy this time? What if-

"Mr. Stark, can- can I touch you? I think we should go sit down, can you do that for me?"

Peter said when he noticed the color drain from his mentor's face completely. He tried not to let his own anxiety show, and decided it was better to stop asking so many questions, as Mr. Stark's only response to them was to show a confused expression over his dazed eyes. The boy took a few breaths himself and got into action, trying to remember everything he learned about helping someone through a panic attack, and what usually helped with his own.

Still stuck in his own head, Tony felt smaller and softer hands on his calloused ones, guiding him downwards until he found himself sitting on a hard and cold surface. The cold sensation seeped through his jeans and all over his legs in a comforting way, somehow. He spread the palm of one of his hands on the surface, feeling the smooth texture. Was he on the floor? Why?

"Sorry about that, Mr. Stark, I didn't want you to fall over" the young voice explained. Who was it again? Tony opened his eyes - when had he even closed them? - to see Peter crouched down in front of him, worry all over his face.

"There you are," the boy said softly, letting out a relieved sigh.

That, in turn, raised another question in Tony's head - where were they? He tried to look around, but his mind couldn't seem to put the pieces together.

"It's okay, just breathe," Peter said calmly, and Tony noticed he was exaggerating how own breaths, so he felt encouraged to follow along.

"That's great," the boy praised. "Now look around slowly. Can you tell me five things you can see?"

"I don't- I- d-door?" he stuttered, and it seemed to be the right answer.

"Good job! Four more, you're doing great."

The praise encouraged Tony to keep trying, despite the effort it took him. At least he was doing something right.

"Y-you? Uh… elevator" he said in between gasps, "a chair, my-my lab?"

"That's great. Now, four things you can touch."

The man furrowed his brows in concentration as he focused on his hands first.

"Floor, uh- your hand?" he tried, and the hand in question squeezed his, "Wall… my ho-hoodie."

"You're doing great! Tell me three things you can hear"

"Dum-e? The elevator moving, your breathing" he said, taking a couple of deep breaths himself as he felt the fog in his head start to dissipate.

"Good, you're almost there" Peter kept encouraging him, still exaggerating his own breathing for Tony to copy. "Now two things you can smell."

"Cof- coffee, the floor cleaner"

"Great! Now one thing you can taste"

"Salt?" Tony said, confused. He hadn't noticed he'd been crying, and when the realization hit he hurriedly wiped his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"It's okay, it's just us here," Peter assured him. "How are you feeling now?" he asked when his mentor's breathing finally slowed down enough that he was no longer hyperventilating.

"Better. I- I don't know what happened, kid. I'm sorry you had to see that. Not very Iron Man of me" he joked in hopes to disguise his genuine embarrassment.

"Hey, none of that, Mr. Stark" Peter saw right through him, "You can break from time to time, it doesn't make you any less weak."

"You s- you sound like my therapist," the man retorted, still slightly out of breath.

"You should listen to her, then. She sounds really smart," Peter joked, then his face turned serious again. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really, no" Tony sounded apologetic.

Peter didn't know what else to say, so he didn't say anything. He adjusted himself in a seating position next to his mentor on the floor, their hands still holding onto each other's. He started rocking himself back and forth slowly, humming a quiet tune under his breath to soothe himself, and Tony had to admit it, as he was lulled to sleep - it soothed him too.

#autistic peter parker #irondad fic #irondad and spiderson #peter parker and tony stark #mcu spiderman #my fics #butterfly writes

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athosfuckedurdad · 9 months

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Maybe i've talked about this before here but i dont give a fuck i'm thinking about it so i'm gonna write about it

tw for some descriptions of bullying i went through as a kid

Growing up autistic is so interesting because obviously for a LOT of people the bullying they went through because of being neurodivergent was just fucking traumatic, it was really harmful to them being able to accept themselves as they are and absolutely none of this is meant to take away from those experiences, it's just me a little bit chuckling about my own because somehow- while being autistic caused a lot of my bullying as a child, it also very much so protected me from it because I was just oblivious

When I've described the actual events of how I was treated in grade four and grade five, most people look at me with just so much apology, and like! for good reason to be honest! When i think about some of it in an objective/storytelling sense, it was kind of fucked up! if someone else had been in my position and talked about lasting effects from the bullying, i would not blame them in the SLIGHTEST. But that's just literally not what happened for me- When I finish explaining and then tack on a "but it's fine though it never really bothered me" it's never been a sense of repressing some negative emotions I have in regards to it, I just literally was so very much so in my own comfortable little bubble/world that I don't think I even really processed it as bullying for years afterwards because well- kids who were bullied are sad and upset and alone and I just have like one or two friends and read alone at recess most of the time.

the first thing i can think of it that, in the fourth grade I (apparently) accidently touched a dude's butt. It's most likely my hand fucking brushed past someone at lunch without my notice, and literally no one told me until MUCH later, so it could have just been something they made up to justify it. Who fucking knows. After that, practically every single boy in the grade above me just avoided me like the fucking plague. It became a joke, the [NAME] touch, as if even being near me was just this horrific thing. I'm realizing just now that this might have been them being ableist and thinking my autism traits were contagious or some shit. It also could have been the fucking accidental butt touch that no one told me about, i have no idea. It even culminated into physical violence at one point, when i decided I wanted to walk a slightly different path to my cubby and a boy decided I was absolutely not allowed to walk near him to get to my cubby, and when I was stubborn about it, he grabbed the nearest lunch box and swung. I had a black eye because of the thermos in the box.

That could have been traumatizing, but I only have three real associations with any of that at that time- being pissed that the school made ME write an apology letter to the boy who gave me a black eye, the fact that eventually one boy came around to my side and would occasionally ask to borrow my shoe so he could chase the other boys around with it, and utterly cackling about the time I was chasing the boys around the library because they were OH SO DESPERATE to get away from the dreaded [NAME] touch that they were willing to run in a library. I saw it the second a teacher walked into the room and promptly sat my ass down, criss cross applesauce before the teacher could tell what was happening. They did not. They got in trouble for running in the library, and I never did. I was just- in my own little world the whole time, and the closest I ever came to actually having an issue was when I was literally fucking given a black eye

Another incident in grade four was a lot more simple- for a while there were team drives on Google Drive, and there was a feature where you could make someone just a viewer in this team drive. Someone (I eventually figured out who it was, but in the beginning it was a mystery) added me (and a few others) to a team drive called "losers" or something of a similar vein, made us viewers (so we could neither edit the drive title or leave it) and then left. This wasn't... that bad? But it does, looking back, kind of remind me of how much of an outcast I was throughout elementary school. My main association with that was enjoying the mystery of who did it? and when I found out, being able to tell them that no you're not invited to my birthday party actually. You're like the only person I'm not inviting

Fifth grade there were literal hate clubs for me. Clubs were a big deal for them, and at one point there were literally just clubs that, at the higher levels were deliberate hate clubs for me, but at lower levels had fronts of being "blowing bubbles at lunch" clubs. I vaguely remember having very few actual friends who I talked to, especially ones in the same grade as me, and throughout a lot of the year I would mostly just read in the corner at recess, but I liked reading! I enjoyed just being by myself in those cases. There was one particular time when a fourth grader like half my size, who had been just a massive fucking dick to me in the past, tried to stop me while I was going into the school explaining that "hey all of your friends are in this hate club for you. Yeah even the people you get along with, they all hate you." (I struggle to place the timeline of events for grade 5, but I think I knew this at this point) "Even that one person who is still friends with you joined the club, they hate you. i'm your only friend" this I KNEW was bs, that one friend almost certainly did join the club to. blow bubbles at recess, but i KNEW they weren't a part of this hate club for me. I also knew I wasn't about to get emotionally manipulated by a fucking 4th grader half my size, and I primarily just remember- either not really being bothered by it all, or ignoring it because I had better things to do

A lot of the time I either didn't know why or can't remember why I was bullied as a child, but it's really not hard to work out that like- I was one of the autistic kids in the class (I was in the gifted program so there was a higher percentage of ND kids) and was fucking ostracized at times because of it. I had a few friends, sure, but I was never really a PART of that group of kids. But I just didn't fucking notice. I don't think about the fact that I was bullied all the time, it honest to god doesn't affect me in my everyday life. I was bullied because I'm autistic, but I also didn't give a shit because I'm autistic

It just makes me chuckle to myself- and just makes me really grateful because I probably would be working through a L O T more trauma than I ended up having to deal with in any actual seriousness. Being autistic is fun at times

#bullying mention #autism #autistic things #growing up autistic #neurodivergent #long post

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evankelmpp · 2 years

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Superman hcs !!

disclaimer!! autism is a spectrum the way i may experience is not the way we all experience it, im just going off of mine

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SFW, superman x autistic!reader, gnc!reader, fluff, alternative!reader , i am a newer superman fan so that’s it’s own warning, no pronouns used, and alt!reader, mention of allergies (reader has allergies), reader is physically smaller then superman (not like 4,5 petite or skinny, weight isn’t mentioned)

(sorry for the 50 million tags just wanted to include more diversity cause i see none)

• Due to his super senses he’s incredibly understanding of your overstimulation

• since he got used to it he’d give you his old noise cancelling headphones

•everything’s so quiet you think you went deaf the first time trying them (they were made for superpowered senses)

•he would love listening to your SI’s and would casually learn more to add to the conversation

•(he’d also bring it your super causally like he wasn’t researching it just for u)

•he would end up sneaking you to the daily planet to meet anyone involved with your SI

• for example, if you were obsessed with a show/book he would push for the creator to get interviewed just so you could meet them

•if you had trouble putting your hair up in liberty spikes he’d help

• “Y’know i used to use a whole can of hair spray when i first became superman” he‘d tell you, the first time helping you out

• “yea I know you looked like a pomade ad” you teased

• he wouldn’t laugh but for a split second you think you saw a smirk

• after months of convincing he’d let you put guyliner on him

•THE HUGS THIS MAN WOULD GIVE OMG

•if you are like me and love deep pressure he would 100% deliver

•it’d put all weighted blankets to shame

• “are you sure this isn’t too much i don’t wanna hurt you”

• “i would be so happy to die like this Kal”

• if you even slightly joke like that he would be so worried and fussy over you afterwards

• (he’d secretly use his vision to make sure there was no broken bones)

• this is the bare minimum but he would never judge your style nor you stimming around him

• your guys place would look hilarious half of the house would look all country and fall and your side would look like a haunted house

• opposites attract 100%

• he’d be a regular at all of your safe food places and hide snacks around his place (before you moved in with him) just to always make sure your able to eat at his place (made myself sob with this one)

• he didn’t want you to feel anyway abt that so he’d lie and say they just conveniently… were… at his… place

• he’s a shit lier

• he’d also carry a epipen with him just incase

• after you had a severe reaction and it’s tense because he just had to use the epipen and is still worried about you, you’d joke about how techincally he also has an allergy

• in your drowsy state you’d say “ since kyriptonite is from your home plant and it hurts you… wouldn’t that be like a grass allergy?”

• he’d just kinda look at you like :|

• You guys had planned a date night but after he kicks ass as superman and you have a long day at work/school you decided to just spend time together at home

• You have the wise idea to swap clothes

• You try and fail to not stare at his abs as he basically destroys your rob zombie t-shirt

• You have to tie back your dyed hair and wear a hat and wear a flannel that’s bigger then you so you have to also tie it back

•there’s no way you could wear his pants without rolling up the pants legs 50x so you just wear leggings underneath

• he is half naked with crappy black makeup cause you insisted that he did his own makeup

• you both look stupid but keep pictures to commemorate

• you are practically drooling, like you do not already date this man when you convince him to wear a crop top (it’s not really a crop top he just ripped your shirt trying to put it on but still)

• he is overjoyed when you give him kandi especially when you teach him what plur is and he accidentally breaks them and felt so bad (he looked like a kicked puppy)

• he either leaves them at home or secretly replaces them with stronger material (the elastic band) so he can actually wear them

• he would be confused but very supportive of raves

• we love Kal el in this household

• also you constantly accidentally text his name as Kale because of your autocorrect and it’s the only thing you found out that annoys him

• you abuse that fact

#totally not projecting #not proofread #superman #superman x reader #superman x you

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copics-and-renegades · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 Day 06: Sensory Overload

Their research into supersoldiers - no, actual living weapons - would need some further adjustments.

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I just like making the Angel Transformation scary and painful and horrifying, ok. :D

Yuan outright likens Colette to a weapon after her Transformation has been completed. I like to think that's how he sees himself, too. (In his most self-loathing moments.) Just a fucked-up remnant of some ancient, human war. A rusty but still loaded gun. Something probably pretty dangerous but also something he's usually somewhat "eh" about. Usually. (Note how he doesn't use his Angel powers in battle even though it would give him an edge. And he's very intense about the "no, you idiot, Cruxis aren't gods or celestial beings or anything, angels are weirdo shit from the Ancient War, that's all there is to it" when he steps up to give exposition as always, he gives SO MUCH honest exposition by the way--)

Anyway, angel research being done on Yuan during his time in Sylvarant's army? Top scenario. The Kharlan Heroes would have to get their idea to become angels for a power boost somewhere, a necessary evil so to speak (and then Mithos was like, HOLY FUCK LOOK AT ME BEING A GOD, and we know how that went). And with how Colette says her senses are sometimes overwhelming and outright painful? Hell yes to unrefined Angel powers frying poor Yuan's brain. I'm autistic, I would know what that's like. :D (A discussion of HOW YUAN SURE CHECKS A LOT OF BOXES OF COMMON NEURODIVERGENT BEHAVIOUR AND HOW COINCIDENTALLY THE FANDOM AT LARGE BRANDS HIM AS "DISHONEST", "SHIFTY", "A LIAR" AND "SHADY" IS FOR ANOTHER DAY, BUT DID YOU NOTICE WHO GIVES YOU ALL THE HONEST EXPOSITION ALL THE DAMN TIME AND ONLY REALLY HOLDS BACK PRIVATE BUSINESS AND WHO IS AN ABRASIVE JERK BUT NOT ACTUALLY A *LIAR* IN CANON HMMMMMMM)

Anyway.

Oh and the scar is from my headcanon that he got half his side blown out in a Kharlan War bombing at his hometown as a kid and he initially joined the military to cover the insane medical bills of the experimental - because Half-Elves make for good guinea pigs - treatment that had sewn him back together and oh, in my "canon timeline" he therefore only has one kidney. Because they couldn't heal/regrow from nothing. I guess some of his internal organs might have shifted around slightly because of that, too, but that's getting too complicated to have a fixed opinion on even for me. /random

(By Martel, I LOVE how the arms turned out.)

EDIT: Oh, and he's restrained for his own safety, alright. So that he wouldn't. Accidentally. Kill someone there. Or burn the place down. It's all in his own best interest. :)

#whumptober2022 #no.6 #sensory overload #tales of symphonia #yuan ka fai #fanart #whump #copic #ink

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eternalwritess · 2 months

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Hello! I would like fo request a hazbin hotel and/or helluva boss matchup (if you only do one at a time then go ahead and stick to hazbin hotel). Can be romantic or platonic.

I'm 26, autistic, transmasc, demisexual, and demiromantic(no preference on gender). I'm introverted, and I know how to act extroverted for my job, but I try my best to be in and out as fast as possible whenever I'm out of my home. Truthfully speaking I have a fear of people due to bullying. I'm aware of how oblivious of social conventions I am, and how quickly opinions set in when the wrong thing is said. I'm also very unaware of what I feel 90 percent of the time, but I've been working on it and I'm so much better about it now than I was just a few years ago.

I love fantasy, sci-fi, and horror mainly, especially if it's heartwrenching. I love creativity and art in general, with writing, stop-motion animation, and puppetry holding a special place in my heart. I'm also a huge mythology nerd and will info dump if given the chance. I also really love researching if what occurs in movies is accurate to real life, though this has led to a lot of people thinking I'm a psycho since because of thr Hannibal Lector movies I now know a lot about serial killers and cannibalism.

Something that always surprised people is how my dad was a cage fighter and trained me in kickboxing and muay tai, as a result, I really love martial arts and jokingly spar with my close friends and family(I take extra care to NOT put any force in my hits, not after accidentally kicking my mom across the room while training as a kid)(there were no injuries, we all laugh about it now, though I remember at the time I was crying a lot).

Thank you and have a great day!

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻! /p

He probably met you at some sort of showing for a movie. It was most likely a quick interaction but you did manage to catch his eye

From that moment on you kept on having small but quick interactions with each other and you both found yourselves enjoying it

He then invited you over to see the train wreck known as hazbin hotel... at least thats how he put it

He introduced you to Nifty and that was... a lot to say the least

"Nifty my dear, remember your manners,"

As for your fear of bullies might be relieved quite a bit as this is one of the strongest overlords in Hell. He will smack someone around if needed. Especially if they hurt or bully you

This also transitions into you meeting Vox! You probably scared him somehow and he threatened you. this caused Alastor to appear behind you and in return scare the shit out of him! good job :)

Alastor really doesn't care if you're indecisive or don't know your stance on things. If anything he loves that aspect of you. It makes you mysterious.

"And now what are you thinking now my dear?"

He'll even try and help you with that quality though his methods may be... less than ideal

Although if he goes too far he will end up apologizing and making it up to you later somehow someway

Since you know a lot about serial killers and this man has a MASSIVE ego he will ask you if you know anything about him and what 'the papers' said

"Have you ever heard of me my dear?"

If you say 'no' he won't mind and will instead go on a rant about the killings that he did when he was alive

You and Alastor watch horror movies all of the time together to see who will get scared first. You mostly lose but sometimes you catch him flinching at a particularly loud jump scare and you win

And for fantasy you probably watch it with Nifty since Alastor and Nifty are such great friends :)

Once you told Alastor that you can fight he asked you to show him so you went to the doomsday district and probably beat up a shit ton of people

Needless to say he was impressed with you and decided to get you something as a treat on the way back

You have an extremely powerful friendship!

Overall your dynamic is very wholesome and maybe slightly terrifying to others... but its still very sweet and amazing <3

#hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel matchup #match up #matchups #matchup #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel match ups #hazbin #Alastor hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin #alastor the radio demon #alastor the radio demon hazbin hotel

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