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happi-tree · 7 months

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midnight (close to you)

Taylor ❤️‍🔥 just now u up

Lincoln grimaces at the 03:27 in bold numbers across the top of his screen before swiping on the message and unlocking his phone to type out a quick reply.

Me Yeah.

Lincoln is no stranger to seeing Taylor up at weird hours, but as he glances at past messages (filled on Taylor’s part with lots of exclamation points and cutesy little emotes), he suddenly feels a bit more awake.

A chat bubble appears below, animated dots appearing and disappearing as he waits.

Taylor ❤️‍🔥 🕯️?

Me On it.

Or: Taylor has a bad night, and Lincoln tries his best to make it more bearable.

ao3

Swiftli time, lovebirds!!! Here’s my fic for day 5: demons/nightmares. Like days 1 and 3, this is part of the supernatural au @llumimoon, @kaseyskat, and I planned out together. Hope you enjoy!

(Title taken from "Sleep-walking" by Dreamcatcher).

Lincoln Li-Wilson is tossing and turning in a vain attempt at sleep when his phone buzzes.

Blearily, he wipes at his eyes as he focuses on the screen, wincing at the sudden brightness.

Taylor ❤️‍🔥 just now

u up

Lincoln grimaces at the 03:27 in bold numbers across the top of his screen before swiping on the message and unlocking his phone to type out a quick reply.

Yeah.

A chat bubble appears below, animated dots appearing and disappearing as he waits.

Taylor ❤️‍🔥

🕯️?

On it.

Lincoln pushes himself out of bed, making his way over to turn on his fairy lights (a joke gift from Normal, tiny pairs of butterfly wings casting the room in warm-tinted pinpricks of light) and opens one of his dresser drawers, pulling out the components he needs.

Next to go is the area rug, rolled up and pushed to the side to uncover the large pentagram painted into the floor, encircled by runes Lincoln had checked and double-checked, written in Taylor’s steady hand.

He places the red taper candles in the direction of each of the four winds, scatters coarse salt atop the inked circle (a formality at this point, but he can never be too careful). He fumbles with the lighter, trying a few times before remembering to shut off the ceiling fan.

Lincoln makes sure to crack the door open (the increasingly invasive questions from both of his dads had been downright embarrassing the last time they did this and he is not in the mood for a repeat experience). They won’t mind, he knows.

Besides, there are many worse things a teenage boy like Lincoln could be doing than ritually summoning a demon. Half-demon. Whatever.

At each point of the star, he places small offerings: an unopened box of strawberry crunch Pocky; a Garfield plush (which he deeply hopes Taylor will give back to him, since it’s one of his favorites); a room-temperature Ramune; a sparkly sticker; a homemade charm bracelet (no iron or silver, of course, warded for protection and serenity).

In the very center of the pentagram, Lincoln carefully places the Hatsune Miku keychain Taylor had lent him for this exact purpose.

Lincoln pricks his finger and lets a drop of blood fall to the outer edge of the circle, lets the sizzle of it drown out the soft mutterings of the incantation.

Five pinpricks of flame flare higher, brighter, and brilliant ribbons of fire spread outward to conjoin in the center of the circle. Lincoln watches warily as the ball of flame grows and grows, expanding outward and beginning to color with the reddish-magenta hue of his friend’s aura, casting the room in stark maroon shadows.

Before his eyes, the blaze grows brighter, burns hotter, practically pushing at the bounds of its ink-carved confinement, and Lincoln feels the heat lick at his face, warm against his cheeks.

As suddenly as it began, the light is extinguished, revealing the hunched pajama-clad form of Taylor amidst the embers and smoke, the faint cerise glow around him fading until he’s backlit by Lincoln’s fairy lights.

It’s an enchanting sight, normally, one that Lincoln cherishes, but not when Taylor’s glancing down at the painted floorboards with glossed-over eyes, trembling slightly.

“Hey,” Lincoln says, breaking the line of salt with a nudge of his socked foot, crawling forward until their knees touch.

A single, long strand of Taylor’s fringe is still aflame, so Lincoln leans inward and pinches it gently between his thumb and forefinger and extinguishes it with a hiss.

“Taylor,” Lincoln calls, voice hushed in the night but hopefully loud enough to get through to him. He tucks the midnight-dark strand behind the delicate, reddened point of Taylor’s ear.

When he doesn’t respond, doesn’t look up, worry settles further in his stomach, a leaden weight.

His hand cups his best friend’s face, carefully guiding upward until Taylor meets his gaze.

Glazed-over and deeply tired, Taylor stares blinkingly at him for a moment, eyes welling with tears.

“Hey,” Lincoln tries again, “what’s going o-” The air is knocked out of him in a quiet oof as Taylor lunges forward into his chest. He’s uncomfortably warm to the touch in such a way that would burn most people but only leaves Lincoln with a tingling sensation, kind of like sitting by a fireplace for a bit too long. He can feel the fabric of his sleep shirt growing wet where Taylor’s buried his face into his shoulder, and his arms come around to encircle his friend instinctively.

“You’re burning up,” Lincoln frets as he touches the back of his hand to Taylor’s forehead. It feels like stretching his hands out over a bonfire rather than a candle, like usual, and he frowns at the way the heat pushes angrily against his wardings, making his hand glow a barely-perceptible gold. He frowns even deeper when Taylor only wriggles further into his arms, making a sad, distressed sort of sound.

Lincoln notices the way Taylor presses his ear into the left side of his chest, pushing against him like he’s searching out his heartbeat, and something in him twists a little.

This floor can’t be comfortable for him, especially not when he’s shaking and breathing unevenly.

Lincoln looks behind him, opens more of the salt circle with his bare foot, knocks over a crimson candle in the process.

Whatever, he’ll clean it up in the morning.

“Gonna pick you up now, okay?” Lincoln murmurs, ducking his head so he doesn’t have to speak too loud and making sure to keep his voice slow and steady and reassuring.

Taylor nods against him, and Lincoln allows himself a shadow of a smile.

“Good,” he says, and adjusts his hold, sliding one arm under Taylor’s knees and another along his back (beneath his shoulder blades, just in case). Something thin and warm coils itself around his forearm and squeezes, and Lincoln doesn’t need to look to know that Taylor’s wrapped his tail around him for support as his clawed hands scramble for purchase on his upper back. The fabric of Lincoln’s shirt shreds a little, but as always, Taylor’s scratching doesn’t manage to break through the latent magic just atop his skin.

“Up we go!” Lincoln says, and Taylor clings to him even tighter as he holds his smaller friend aloft, carrying them both to his twin XL bed and depositing Taylor as gracefully as he can.

Which isn’t very graceful at all, since Taylor refuses to let go of him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Lincoln soothes - or at least tries to. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I just need you to let me go, ‘kay?”

Taylor shakes his head, mumbling something almost inaudible into his chest.

“What was that?” he says, even though he knows he heard the muffled no, not again the first time.

“Can’t,” Taylor says instead, leaving Lincoln leaning awkwardly over the edge of the bed, feeling oddly cold despite the feverish boy in his arms.

“Okay,” Lincoln mutters, shifting his hold a little (because while Taylor is relatively easy to pick up, soccer has, admittedly, not done much for his arm strength). “Can I move my hand so you can hold it, maybe? So I can be next to you?”

Taylor hums in the affirmative, so Lincoln slides a hand from beneath his friend’s back, and Taylor takes it the second it’s offered, clutching it with clawed fingers like a lifeline as Lincoln climbs into the narrow bed beside him.

That doesn’t last long, though, because Taylor is quick to throw an arm across Link’s shoulders and drape his leg across Lincoln’s own in a strange, full body half-hug.

Lincoln hums a little in concern, worry pulling at his brow. Taylor really must not be feeling well with the way that every point of contact between them burns the tiniest bit, despite the layers and layers of enchantments and wards and immunities that have woven themselves into Lincoln’s cells.

Taylor’s head buries just below Link’s jaw, the way Normal tends to do when he’s feeling needy or sad and wants their pack’s scent around him. His horns, still growing by the day, clip against the side of Lincoln’s face harmlessly as he shuffles into him.

Lincoln takes a minute to marvel at the close bond he has with his friends that defies human description. To go from having nobody his own age to talk to, much less be around, to having three people who care about him - despite rocky introductions - who love him enough to call him family, to be pack, to choose him, to come to him for comfort and camaraderie, to want him… it’s a lot.

Sometimes, if Lincoln thinks about it too hard, the way his friends give him affection so freely - the way Normal nearly tackles him to the ground with the force of his hug and calls him by Name when the world gets to be too much, the way Scary leans into him without hesitation, the way Taylor curls into him now without reigning in his infernal traits - he could almost cry.

Taylor’s tail wraps around Lincoln’s waist, steadfast and needy, the spaded tip of it thumping irregularly against Lincoln’s side.

They rest like that for several moments that seem simultaneously like an instant and like they stretch on into eternity, eons passing with each movement of Lincoln’s fingers through Taylor’s sleep-mussed hair.

Since Lincoln can’t really look at Taylor without craning his neck awkwardly, he chooses a spot on the ceiling to stare at, reveling in the feeling of Taylor cuddling up against him and taking obviously deep, slow breaths so that Taylor can match them. The heat at his side slowly abates from almost-singeing to a comforting warmth, and just as slowly, Taylor’s breath evens out from where it fans against his neck.

Lincoln lets the relative silence wash over him, waiting.

“Link?” Taylor asks, voice slightly muffled.

(Taylor’s lips brush against the side of Lincoln’s throat in a way that makes his breath catch, sends his heart fluttering in his chest, but that’s not something he wants to think too hard about right now.)

“Yeah?” he responds quietly, and thankfully his voice doesn’t sound too strangled as he whispers.

“Thanks.” Taylor doesn’t look up, doesn’t let go, but he’s relaxed more fully into Lincoln’s side rather than grasping in a desperate panic.

“Anytime, man.” It’s amazing, the way Taylor’s presence can warm him from the inside out without even trying, without even factoring in his demonic abilities.

Lincoln doesn’t press for answers.

At this point, he doesn’t really need to. It’s become something of a routine for them over the past few months - whenever Taylor is left in an empty house and craves company, whenever Lincoln is feeling a little too cold, whenever sleep eludes them, the summoning circle is there, just to the side of Lincoln’s bed, and suddenly, things are a little less lonely.

Sometimes, Taylor wants to talk. Sometimes, he keeps to himself, and Lincoln tries not to let it worry him too much.

Anxiety meds are great for that, but the haunted look in his friends’ eyes is an unknown that Lincoln can’t protect them from, can only try his best to understand, fumbling and human as he is.

“I, uh. Had a bad dream,” Taylor starts, tucking his head out of Lincoln’s neck to face him.

Ah. Tonight falls in the former category, then.

“Yeah?” Lincoln hears himself say, though he had figured as much.

“Yeah. Really, uh. Really bad.”

Taylor’s voice sounds so small in the mostly-dark quiet of the room.

Lincoln squeezes their hands, still conjoined, a tiny, wordless reassurance.

“You’re safe now,” Lincoln tells him. “My dad’s warded this entire house like crazy.”

Taylor scoffs. “Yeah, like I could forget after the first time you snuck me in.”

“I thought we agreed we would never talk about that again,” Lincoln responds, mock-shuddering.

“You begged me not to bring it up, I promised nothing. Not the same thing.”

Lincoln likes seeing Taylor’s smile again, even if it’s just the barest flash of fang glinting in the soft glow of his distant fairy lights. Even when it fades a few seconds later.

Taylor’s tail squeezes around Lincoln’s middle, and Lincoln brings a hand to rest on his shoulder.

“Hey,” He murmurs. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, I won’t let anything hurt you.”

Taylor laughs again, but it’s a shaky, mirthless sound, this time.

“I know you wouldn’t,” He says quietly. Then, “You didn’t, in my dream. You, uh, died.”

“Oh,” Lincoln says.

“Didn’t wanna bother you with it, but you were awake, and it’s stupid, but…” Taylor’s voice trails off.

Lincoln exhales, holds his friend closer.

“I wouldn’t wanna lose you, either,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, just between his horns.

Taylor’s warmth flares in his hold, just a little bit, and the corners of Lincoln’s lips turn up a fraction. Even despite everything, his best friend is incredibly easy to fluster.

“There were… hunters,” he mumbles, looking down at Lincoln’s orange-and-black striped comforter, grasping for his hands and fidgeting with their loosely-locked fingers to distract Lincoln (and maybe himself, too) from the way his shoulders still tremble. “They were coming for us - Norm, Scary, Hermie. Me.”

Something in Lincoln’s stomach feels like it just twisted, and pressure builds behind his eyes - half-exhaustion, half-sorrow.

“Taylor - hey, Tay, look at me, please?”

Lincoln sees the way that Taylor’s downturned, red-tinged mahogany eyes brim with tears, threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

Lincoln gently extricates a hand from Taylor’s grasp, brings it to rest under his chin, tilting it upward until they are face to face again and he can peer into his eyes.

Taylor’s eyes have a fire lit behind them, one he’s always noticed in the back of his mind before either of them were aware of his demonic heritage. It’s captivating, the way that they catch in the light, spark to match the bright burn of Taylor’s convictions. Again and again, they’ve drawn Lincoln in like a moth to a flame, crimson-brown-black and enchanting in an entirely different way than anything of the fae.

Lincoln thinks he would jump into the fire and set himself ablaze if it meant that he would never have to see the light behind his eyes shrink to the pinpricks that he sees now.

Hot tears stream down Taylor’s cheeks, silent except for the small hiss the droplets make as they hit the fabric of Lincoln’s bedspread.

Lincoln thumbs the rest away as Taylor leans into the affection, catlike, and the thing in Lincoln’s stomach writhes again.

“Taylor,” he says again, “Look at me.”

Dark eyelashes flutter open, and Taylor looks so, so tired, so haunted.

(Lincoln’s seen that look before on the face of someone else he loves, and he’d give anything to never see it on either of them again.)

“I need you to listen to me.”

Lincoln has… a hard time making eye contact, sometimes, but this is important, so he stares into his friend’s eyes, doesn’t back off or let his gaze slide away.

“You know my family wouldn’t let that happen. That - my dad - it’s his whole thing, you know?”

“Your dad wasn’t there,” Taylor says. “Just you.”

“Then I wouldn’t let that happen. You know I wouldn’t, if it came down to it.”

“I know,” Taylor replies, miserably. “That’s the problem.”

Oh.

“The jackass - in my dream, y’know - the guy that shot you, you know what he said? He said that it was a shame that he had to waste a silver bullet on a pesky human. That it was sad that we’d, like, magicked you into siding with us. Which was so fucked up and I - I couldn’t move, I was so angry. And scared, god, I was terrified, and Norm and Scary were, too, and then it all went black, and-”

“And you woke up?” Lincoln guessed.

“Yeah,” Taylor says. “Nearly melted my phone trying to text you.”

Lincoln frowns, scooches closer to him. Rests a hand on Taylor’s cheek, leans in to press their foreheads together.

Taylor’s horns poke uncomfortably against his skull, but Lincoln ignores it - besides, with all of the immunities he’s built up, the pain barely registers.

“I’m here,” Lincoln says.

“I know,” Taylor responds, and his voice is hoarse.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You - Link, you can’t just say that. I know you’ve got some weird, fucked-up magic shit protecting you, but you’re human, and I’m -”

“Half-human,” Lincoln reminds him, not unkindly. “You didn’t ask for this.”

“Well, you didn’t, either!”

“I know,” Lincoln responds. “We’re both new to this, and there’s horrible people out there that have it out for us, and we just gotta… live with that.”

“It’s not fair,” Taylor groans, resting his face in the crook of Lincoln’s neck again.

“It isn’t,” Lincoln agrees as he begins to card fingers through warm, dark hair. Taylor makes a soft, whispery sort of sound like the crackling of a campfire, resonating from his chest in the demonic equivalent of purring.

“You’re right. I’m human, even if I’m harder to mess with than most,” Lincoln says. “But I chose this, at least a little bit. I chose you, all of you. And I’m not gonna back out. We’re in this together, dude. As long as you’ll have me?”

“You say that like it’s a question. I’ll always want you. I’m a selfish bitch like that.”

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend like that,” Lincoln teases, and presses another kiss to the top of Taylor’s head for emphasis.

He chuckles. “You keep that up, and people are gonna think we’re more than best friends.”

“Pretty allonormative of you, Taylor,” Lincoln snipes. “Plus, I don’t see anyone else here…”

“Well, then, I guess I can retaliate without an audience,” Taylor responds, and Lincoln can hear the familiar mischief in his voice.

“Retal- ah,” the air leaves Lincoln’s lungs as Taylor presses his lips against the side of his neck, purposefully lets a fang graze against the delicate skin there.

“Mm,” Taylor hums. Lincoln can feel the vibration of it against his throat, and the sound goes straight to his head, warm and sleep-fuzzed and more than a little deliriously dizzy.

“Sorry,” Taylor says, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he pulls away after a moment with a soft popping sound. “You were saying?”

Taylor’s tail sways back and forth behind him, giving him the appearance of a predator ready to pounce.

“Guh,” Lincoln responds intelligibly, trying to get his brain back online. “You’re the worst, sometimes, you know that? Like, I was going somewhere with that, and then - you -”

“I am pretty insufferable, huh,” Taylor says with a close-lipped grin, sounding far too self-satisfied.

“Guess I’ll just have to suffer you, then,” Lincoln replies with a small grin of his own, dragging Taylor down into his arms.

Taylor gives in easily, tail brushing against the side of Lincoln’s leg affectionately.

“Taking one for the team,” Lincoln says. “I’m pretty good at that.”

“Too good,” Taylor says, looking up at him from the circle of his arms. “I don’t need you throwing yourself into the, like, line of fire for me when I’m immune, yeah?”

“The dream wasn’t real, you know.”

“Could be, someday,” Taylor muses, and though the tear tracks have evaporated from his face, there’s still a twist of uncharacteristic melancholy in his expression.

Lincoln hums. “Well, in the meantime, maybe we can protect each other? And the others. That sound okay?” he asks. “Because I’m not gonna stop having your back anytime soon.”

“Same here,” Taylor says. “You’re ours, and anyone who comes at us can take you away over my dead body.”

“Possessive,” Link notes, pointedly ignoring the way his heart jolts. “And kinda morbid.” “Eh, it’s a demon thing, I think,” Taylor shrugs.

“Dork.”

“I dunno, I think it’s kinda hot.”

“Taylor, you’re part demon. Being hot is your thing.”

“Oh, so I’m attractive to you, huh? What are you gonna do, kiss me about it?” There’s a single fang poking out of Taylor’s smile, and Lincoln fails not to think about the way it felt brushing over his pulse.

“Maybe. If we both go to sleep after this.”

Taylor blinks lazily at him. “Sleep sounds nice,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Think you could keep the nightmares away?” His eyes, as tired as they are, are so deep and dark and beautiful.

“I’ve got a few charms for that,” Lincoln answers, pointing around the room at bundles of herbs and twine and rune-inscribed parchment that Marco had strung up along corners of the ceiling.

“Link, I was trying to be flirty.”

“Oh,” Lincoln says. Then, “So if I kiss you, you’ll go to sleep?”

“Mm, that can be arranged,” Taylor agrees, his tail snaking around to tap against Lincoln’s nose affectionately before wrapping around his waist.

“Good,” Lincoln breathes, and he leans in to meet Taylor halfway.

In the end, Lincoln loses count of how many lazy kisses they exchange in the faint glow of the fairy lights before they succumb to slumber, but when he wakes, Taylor is still in his arms, a faint smile on his face in his sleep.

Lincoln can feel his face mirror the expression as he wipes a bit of Taylor’s drool away with the back of his hand. He leans down and ghosts his lips over Taylor’s temple, tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear, filled with an uncomfortable-yet-comforting warmth wherever their bodies overlap.

Lincoln basks in it as he closes his eyes again, resting against the pillows, and knows that whatever dangers lurk ahead, they’ll face them together.

#ah. swiftli my beloveds <333 feels good to post them again!!!#ideally. i would've posted day 2/4's fic yesterday for More Context purposes but alas 😔 the eepy got me and we have a schedule to keep #i don't think it's toooooooo hard to read between the lines for this one? v light to nonexistent detective work here methinks #but i'll let y'all be the judge of that!#anyway. the li-wilsons have made me particularly unwell in this au and i will be abnormal about them FOREVER #anyway uh. boys cuddling and kissing perhaps queerplatonically. what then 😳😳😳#tbh you can read this anyway you like! just know that neither of them are completely allo in my head (happy belated ace week)#and also. there's a couple little nods to link having autism here and there <3 bc i am an autistic link truther #and an autistic taylor truther too btw it's just not as obvious here #okokok now for actual tags #dndads #fic #swiftli #dndads halloween week 2023 #happi scribbles #bat and wolf #happi rambles

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thatchaotictiefling · 9 months

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I love how learning about the ace and aro communities has given my language for aesthetic attraction.

I've struggled with labels like bi or lesbian or even ace or aro for a while. I've been mostly going by "queer" for a while and I like that, and opening my eyes to the idea that not all infatuation is necessarily sexual or romantic is so cool and takes so much pressure off of labeling my own feelings and worrying over what it means for my identity.

My autistic ass can not tell the difference between most feelings towards people, so knowing feelings finding different types of people beautiful and sexy don't have to be strictly or at all sexual fucking rules.

Anyway. Old man yaoi forever.

#chaotic lore #queer #lgbtq #i might be on the ace or aro spectrum but my autistic ass can not tell how these feelings are supposed to feel. whatever; we ball anyway #this post was about tf2 smut art btw.#and about baulder's gate 3 gale.#i love women on a realer level but these fictional men got me feeling something!#ok to rb

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corvidares · 12 days

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you know what, i've sent this list to a couple friends at this point so i might as well make it a post -

ACE ATTORNEY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

(all mostly sfw) (i'll make a separate list of nsfw ones) in no particular order, besides the first few!

Pressure (pushing down on me) - genuinely the best ace attorney fic i've read. between the characterization, expansion of plotbeats, the prose, etc. Pressure elaborates on and reinterprets canon scenes taking place in the main trilogy. Obviously narumitsu flavored. CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH.

Kindred - my FAVORITE, genuinely a comfort fic i've reread at least three times. miles adopts Pess, a borzoi dog tied to a murder case. very narumitsu flavored

Indefensible - also HIGH up there as a favorite, a very robust murder case with fantastic characterization across the board. it's got narumitsu, it's got franmaya, it's got drama. everything you need. there IS a few sex scenes, but the author warns you in the chapter descriptions if thats not your thing.

continued....

take it like a man - light angst centered on phoenix, and suit shopping. it's good

New Digs - really well written oneshot highlighting maya's ptsd, which we don't do enough of as a fandom btw

you still love him (but she does too) - classic case 3-5 hospital scene, very beautifully written

i didn't know how so we took it in turns (to my surprise we found my words) - narumitsu hurt/comfort focused on miles' ptsd

the soul truth (and nothing but the the truth) - FRANMAYA CENTRIC MULTI CHAPTER!!! WOOHOO. a really very good case fic :]

Triple Blind Taste Test - this is a oneshot about fran being autistic and struggling with food texture, which makes Me Personally feel very seen

to know gifts given - miles and pearl bonding, very cute :'D

the patience of little great things - trucy sickfic, miles does the Most to help phoenix take care of her.

#ace attorney #narumitsu #wrightworth #franmaya #ace attorney trilogy #fanfic #ace attorney fanfiction #corvi caws #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #maya fey #trucy wright

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holewithinahole · 9 months

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The Spirit's in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [1/3]

Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Warnings: dubious science, non-native writer, non-beta'd

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Ao3 Link

Woopsies, I'm back to plaster my insecurities on fictional characters. This work is part of a two-part series which follows the events of the Ghostbusters primary canon. The first part, set during the first movie, will be cut in 3 smaller bits for Tumblr. When all parts will be posted, I'll upload it on Ao3. The parts are all written, so it'll be released soon enough.

I just want to do a little disclaimer. Usually my 'reader' characters are very loosely characterized so anyone can project on them. However, this reader might not fit everyone? I'm sorry about that. Overall, if you're autistic, on the aro/ace spectrum or just a tiny bit ND, you might feel more connection to the reader lmao.

Ah! Also, the science sucks, pls ignore. It can be read as a prequel to It's always the quiet ones, btw.

Summer, 1984

This is a good song, you think, the beat intense enough to distract the back of your brain as you write down the last advancements of your research. You’ve spent the entire month of July reading books and other scientists’ papers, but not managing – until now – to sit down and order the large number of notes you piled up. Running on the pure energy of your hyper-focused state, a dozen cups of coffee and a single chocolate bar, you definitely didn’t notice the man stepping into your lab, not until you randomly glanced up and met the disconcerted gaze of an unknown guest.

“Excuse me?” he mouths out.

You straighten in your chair so quickly your back snap.

“Ah! Yes! Sorry, what is it?” you stammer, taking out your headphones with shaky hands and fumbling with your Walkman.

The man stands at the entrance of the lab, strangely stiff, seemingly assessing his next course of action before taking exactly four steps toward your desk.

“I would like to borrow a soldering iron.” He rights his glasses up his long nose.

The first thing you take note of is the low modulation of his voice; an unusual pitch that seems to vibrate directly out of his chest. The second is his wide, rigid build. From your chair, he towers over you, and your neck is starting to hurt from stretching uncomfortably (it might just be your overall terrible posture.)

You’ve been staring a little too long so you clear your throat and get up. “And you are? Not that I’m unwilling to lend you a soldering iron but I can’t just give my tools to strangers–”

“Dr. Spengler, I work at the psychology pole of this university,” he interrupts.

He looks at you like you’ve got a stain right in the middle of your forehead. You glance away.

“Psychology? What do you intend to solder? A loose neuron?” You stand up, cracking up a joke nervously.

“I assure you I don’t conduct any dangerous experiments on unwilling subjects.”

Despite the tension, it’s the ‘unwilling’ that does it for you and you let out a chuckle. Finally meeting his eyes, the light frown he adorns is either one of incomprehension or irritation, making you drop the smile immediately.

“Uh–” you croak out before you decide better not to say anything. You both end up looking awkwardly at each other, and time seems to be stretching to amplify your discomfort – and probably his as well. It feels like orbiting a black hole while he’s rushing through the universe at 18.5 miles a second.

Smart enough to be a researcher, stupid enough to ruin a simple conversation.

Fingers fidgety, you walk away to rummage through your closets, taking out the tool and handing it to him. “I do intend to have it back soon, Dr. Spengler.”

There’s a slight hesitation in his hand before he takes it, nodding curtly. In your defense, you do try to smile, even if it’s an uptight, embarrassing attempt. Oddly enough, he doesn’t leave, staring at the iron for a couple of seconds.

Abruptly, he clears his throat, looking intently at your face. “I’m improving a prototype that detects the presence of paranormal entities and directs me to them using a boron-trifluoride counter tube and a platinum electrode.” He doesn’t even take a breath. “A component of the rate meter I installed seems to be defective, and the cable of my soldering iron broke while I was working.”

He comes to a sudden stop, mouth half-opened but doesn’t resume his explanation. At a loss on how to react –and surely gaping at him considering you weren’t expecting to be slapped across the face by a presentation on neutron detectors, you whisper a small: “I see.”

A nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth makes your stomach drop.

“Uh, I mean; you can borrow mine!” You let out a tiny laugh. “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

Ground control to Major Tom, your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong, screams your forgotten Walkman.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Dr. Spengler didn’t come back to your lab after your disastrous first meeting. He did return the iron, though. You simply found it on your desk one morning at seven o'clock, electric cable neatly wrapped around the handle.

You were secretly hoping for the doctor to come back to your lab to hand the iron back, so you could have apologized and asked more about his work, about his degrees… anything really. You had planned the interaction at least thirty times, going through a series of ice-breaking sentences that all relied on the fact that he would be back. He had preferred to avoid you, which couldn’t compel you to go see him yourself. Clearly, you had left a bad impression, and anxiety wouldn’t let you go look for him to apologize.

In the meantime, intrigued by his academic history, you started going through published papers by Dr. Egon – you quickly learned – Spengler. And if you thought you couldn’t get more curious about this mystery of a man, you browsing through numerous seemingly random articles – like ‘Quantum tunneling in anastomosis formations and nuclear exchanges’ – made you raise many eyebrows. Your fascination reached new heights with his brilliant article on ionizing radiation, written in M.I.T. no less. Egon Spengler had become the person you wished to chat with the most yet the most inaccessible.

You can think of a million questions to ask him, a million conversations to have. Why ionizing radiations? Did he have an interest in cosmic particles? Were his studies on gamma radiation related to his microbiology degree? How did he end up working in the psychology aisle of Columbia? Could ectoplasms really be quantified as a network of negatively charged particles?

Your life became filled with thoughts of the doctor, so you blamed it all on professional curiosity and you pushed yourself back into your work. Labs have been deserted by most researchers, preferring to treat themselves to a well-earned vacation. Nothing you can’t agree with in essence but previously attempted vacations had instilled a strong feeling of dread in you: you showed yourself incapable of not visualizing the amount of unfinished work. It’s not as bad as it sounds, really, to be work-obsessed; you love your work. Summer in Columbia is peaceful, solitary but also desperately unstimulating. Researching alone is undoubtedly slower, especially in your field, and knowing there’s an ideal candidate for some great brainstorming a few buildings away is nerve-wracking.

After an entire month going by with no new interaction with Dr. Spengler – not even sighting him at the corner of a corridor, the awkwardness that made him run away fuels your guilt. However, the opportunity of meeting again with Dr. Spengler comes unexpectedly. It comes with a mandatory meeting with the dean of the academy.

“You’ve been summoned as well, uh?”

You snap out of your social distancing trance. “Sorry?”

Next to you stands another professor with an easygoing smile and a relaxed stance. “Dean Yaeger. He likes to summon us like he’s royalty,” he jokes followed by a low staccato of a laugh.

“Oh,” you pointlessly say. “Yeah, he tends to do that.”

He offers his hand, showing another pearly-white-toothed smile. “I’m Dr. Ray Stantz, department of psychology.”

You offer your name back as you shake his hand. “Department of Physics.”

“Neat.” Dr. Stantz grins. “You should drop by our aisle sometimes. Spengs has a degree in physics; I’m sure you’ll get along well.”

“Who?”

“Dr. Egon Spengler, my colleague and friend.”

“Oh.” How you despise idle chatting. “I know him. He came to my lab to borrow a soldering iron about a month ago.”

“Venkman – our other colleague, forced him to go ask; he was so grumpy after being stopped in the middle of his experiment.” Dr. Stantz sure does enjoy making conversation. “He returned it, right?”

You have the impression he already knows the answer. “Yes, he did.”

“What field of physics do you specialize in by the way?” he asks excitedly. You have to say his jolly attitude is endearing, slowly getting you more at ease.

“High-energy physics.”

“That’s amazing, man. ‘actually wish I knew more about it. You should definitely swing by our lab soon. You can take a look at what we’ve–”

“Ah. Dr. Stantz.” Dean Yeager has the most distasteful expression on his face. “You may come in.”

Dr. Stantz gives you an apologetic look as Yaeger nods at you. You remain standing in front of the door, anxiety spiking up. Now you have no other choice than to go, or it’ll be rude, right?

Shit.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It took you more than a week of conditioning to get your ass moving, leading you, once more, in front of a closed door. You have to say, this part of the psychology department is far from what you’ve imagined. You wonder what Dr. Stantz, Dr. Venkman, and Dr. Spengler did to offend Dean Yaeger to the point of being located in the university equivalent of a demilitarized zone. No wonder they need to borrow equipment from the physics department. The bright red ‘Burn in hell Venkman’ tagged on the door isn’t the most welcoming sight either.

You reluctantly raise your hand and knock four times. The shuffling you hear inside almost makes you run away. But thankfully – or miserably you’re still unsure about that one, an unknown man opens the door. Dr. Venkman, you guess.

A lazy smile stretches on his face. “Can I help you?” There’s a low edge to his voice, something that’s intended and practiced.

You try not to come out as too appalled. “I’m looking for Dr. Spengler.”

Dr. Venkman raises an eyebrow, and you immediately chastise yourself. At that moment, you see Dr. Spengler popping his head behind him and you lose your train of thought… and your words. “Uh, Dr. Stantz told me to–”

Dr. Venkman opens his eyes almost comically wide, pivoting slowly between Dr. Spengler and yourself. “Aaal-right. You know what; I have to meet up with Veronica of the literature department so– I’ll leave you guys to it.” He claps obnoxiously on his friend’s shoulder before departing, sliding past you while whistling some tune.

You watch him go, slightly distracted when Dr. Spengler grabs your attention again. “Dr. Stantz isn’t here today.”

“Ah, I see…” No wait–

“He’ll be here tomorrow at 8 am.” He angles his body towards the inside of the room like he’s wanting to go back to what he was previously doing.

“Actually,” you force out, heart at the edge of your lips. “I wanted to apologize to you.”

Only the small widening of his eyes behind his frames indicates his surprise because his voice remains soft-spoken. “Apologize for?”

Better to be honest than invent a stupid excuse he’ll probably spot immediately. “Yes, I clearly made you uncomfortable last time. I was only trying to idle-chat, but I’m terrible at it.”

“What makes you think you made me uncomfortable?” Dr. Spengler asks.

A few seconds pass. “…because I went out of my way by questioning whether or not you had the knowledge to speak about particle physics?”

“Did you?” You realize he’s probably genuinely asking, not as a way to rile you up but as a way to understand. Somehow, it calms your nerves. Just a little.

“No,” you say. “I’m sorry… you just looked upset when you left.”

He faces you completely this time, taking his time to answer. “Then I’m the one apologizing. I was grateful for your help, but I failed to show it.”

Some part of you wonders if it’s entirely true. You brush it off. “It’s alright. I guess we’re not good at understanding social cues, uh?”

He seems to be pondering something. “I’ve been told that before.”

You chuckle. There’s a tension off his shoulders, and you thank Dr. Stantz internally.

“I’m actually working on a prototype of particle thrower. Your input would be appreciated.”

“A what?!”

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters #ghostbusters reader insert #non binary reader

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bison-appreciation-club · 7 months

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hello! welcome to my blog. click on the readmore to find out more about me (you know you want to)

🍄 my names and pronouns 🍄

my names are dee, beathan, silas and any abbreviations of silas (si, sile). mutuals can call me dorris alexander challenge. i use they/she pronouns, but i prefer masculine or neutral honorifics (sir, dude, mr, mx, gentleman, etc). you may call me 'my liege' if you desire

🌾 more about me 🌾

i'm white and british. at the moment i'm learning more about my scottish and irish heritage. i'm also autistic. my special interest is the nez perce war.

🌻 my interests 🌻

nature, celtic reconstructionist paganism, the wild west, medieval europe, codes and spying during ww2, the ancient egyptians, bison, small fluffy things, nature, hiking, folk music, scottish stuff, bbc and cbs ghosts, lord of the rings, animal crossing, horror novels, found footage stuff, space, plushies and the history of maize. as you can see, i am a very well-rounded individual.

🌿 dni and byf 🌿

dni: terfs, general homophobes and transphobes, racists, conspiracy theorists, anti-vaxxers, pro-lifers and zionists. ik that if anyone in that list really wants to interact with me then they will, but i promise you WILL get blocked.

byf: i do complain a lot lmao. i'm trying to escape from my family's conservative beliefs that i have believed for years. i'm very bitchy about it. also, i swear a lot, in case you haven't noticed

🌊 where else to find me 🌊

my ao3

my pinterest

my cohost

my spotify

i'm not really active on any of them but there ya go

🪻 sideblogs 🪻

@doodlebugs-and-doodleart, @heneversmiledagain, @suairceagsionadh, @the-days-of-49, @aesthetics-hypothetics, @pipistrelle-s, @wyncandel, @mus-rusticus, @be-ace-eat-cake, @moodboard-creator, @rosehips-and-autism

🦜 tags 🦜

i don't tag things regularly at all, so if you're looking for a reasonable tagging system here then you ain't getting it. however:

#dee rambles - all my own posts

#dee's history stuff - all history related posts, both my own and reblogs

⚠️ i don't censor anything, including tags. all tw's are tagged 'tw [x]'. this applies to all my blogs ⚠️

🦬 links and donations 🦬

donations:

links for palestine

palestine fundraiser (please donate to help families escape from gaza)

donate to the wampanoag langauge reclaimation project

important links:

more links for palestine

even more links for palestine (mostly not donations but resources to learn more about palestinian culture)

shop palestinian brands

stuff to do for thanksgiving (*definitely* not links to resources about decolonisation (it totally is btw))

what to do if someone has hypothermia

executive dysfunction tips

suicide helplines

debunking the lies your abusive parents told you

how to adult successfully

just nice things:

time is a flat circle

the sound of every forest in the world

if you're having a bad night

internet guide

bison (!!!!)

#pinned post #blog intro #donations #this post is getting steadily long and longer...

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iceman-soup · 5 months

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hiii introduction time!! + how my blog is formatted :)

about me:

he/him

trans ftm (pre-surgeries :( for now!!)

gay and asexual/ace-spec

adhd and autistic!! :)

CYMRAEG RAAAHHHHH 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

about my blog/fics:

mainly amab reader and masc reader - will occasionally do ftm reader if i feel up to it

i also write gn!reader quite often :D

i will never do fem!reader please don't request it!!

mainly top!reader but every so often switch or bottom reader

i write call of duty and at some point i might post top gun but idk

i am open to requests!! don't be shy :D

i mainly write drabbles or oneshots on here and i have my AO3 account in my bio!

reader pronouns will almost always be second person :)

who am i ok with reading my work?

short answer: most people!!! this is more just things to be aware of:

i write smut. like, almost every fic has smut at some point so. just be sensible judging whether you should be reading that or not

in terms of kinks - i tend to put praise in most fics i think? i also like to write other kinks fairly regularly - check the tagging/labelling subtitle for more info

i WILL NOT write pedophilia, racism, incest (including incest play/kinks), anything against any religion, transphobia, etc. please DNI if you support any of these

DNI if you're fem and read my masc stuff with a fem perspective. you have plenty of fem!reader stuff, plus i write gn!reader often, read that. not the masc!reader stuff.

^ that being said!! feel free to read my amab gn!reader stuff! i know a lot of mtf people might enjoy it and that's fine!! :)

how does my tagging/labelling work?

tags -

i will always tag smut or any kinks!! this will be seen as cw smut, or for kinks cw biting (for example)

don't be afraid to dm me, comment or write an ask if you think any tags are missing/would like something tagged!

ships/pairings will always be tagged

reader gender/agab will always be tagged

please block anything you're not comfy with rather than complaining :)

labels at the start of fics -

these are mainly just pairings and reader info, e.g. amab reader x character

important part! ^ this one means that reader is amab but gender neutral. not masc!

for masc amab reader, it would look like this: amab masc!reader x character

for ftm reader fics, i'll specify if it's pre or post top surgery (and bottom surgery if it's relevant), also masc reader is assumed

if a fic is tagged amab it will likely be smut; ftm will generally be angst/fluff or smut; gn has no mention of reader genitalia if it is smut but it isn't always sexual stuff!!

the colours don't matter btw i just like them :) there aren't enough to assign one to each character so don't overthink them (other than rottweiler!hybrid!soap, that'll always be orange)

sensitive/triggering topics -

i will always both tag these and label them at the start of the fic

please don't hesitate to message me/comment if i miss any!!

please bear in mind that if i'm writing topics like this they are generally from my own past/current experiences. i ask you to be respectful and be mindful of this when interacting with these posts especially :)

^ also please consider this if you want to request a fic with a sensitive or deep topic and forgive me if i feel i am unable to write it properly due to personal inexperience with the topic. thank you!

sorry this is long!! feel free to ask any questions as always :D

#iceman-soup introduction post #idk if i did this right but yeah

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transbot-brian · 8 months

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Actually gonna make an introduction post for once!!

(Formerly sun-shadowscast)

Heyoo, I'm Michael, any sun based name or any variation thereof (Thats what im using right now but its subject to change). I use any pronouns but she, he/him are my favourites NEOS INCLUDED USE NEOS. I'm irish, not english. Ive been mistaken as english before and felt a lot more uncomfortable than i shouldve been

I'm pretty ehh at gaelige but i know enough for some basic conversations

I'm autistic and am always in pain, yet to be chrinic pain but give it another month

I zoom between fandoms every few months, my longest was ace attorney which was about 9 or 10 months.

I do vent on here from time to time but i tag it with "vent" so if you dont want to see, please filter it

I dont tag for specific triggers but i do for flashing lights and stuff

that should be it? My ask box is always open btw

also terfs go suck on my trans cock

#intro thing #idk should i even tag this?

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mramur · 8 months

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I want to know as much of your oc lore as I can

aww :DD nice i have few type: 1. oc groups (mainly SOL with normal universe), 2. individual ocs (dont have group name), 3. and story oc (has plot)

Top 6: the focus are on six kids which are 3 pair of siblings (from 3 different families). All 6 of them are from different grade/school so they also have different circle. the original story used to be about them being in the same club but i changed it.

The siblings pair are Rumi-Ruki, Una-Ame, and Nero-Neko (creative name i know). Out of them only Nero and Neko have complete parents,the rest are single parent and orphan living with their grandmother and adoptive relative. And the saddest family backstory is Una and Ame (father left them after their mother's death).

Anyway the story is just revolving around their daily life like friendship, family thing, and love stuff. nothing unique.

I also love to use these guys to make different AU story, like halloween au, and rpg au.

Reverse harem: another story about six kids from different grade/class. The main plot is about Him, a girl with blessing (curse) to attract harem wherever she goes. Except she was hated that and wanted friends instead, but her curse made her the girls' enemies and boys' love objects. She transferred into lots of school bcs of this and tried to appear and act eccentric to put off the guys.

Then later she found popular guys who is just the same level of aro and/or ace as her and has their own issues, and befriended them. Though everyone at school mistakenly thought theyre all in polyamorous relationship.

btw the characters are: Him (very pretty girl with man-hating attitude at first), Calia (cute underclassman, good social skill but also two-faced), Aldrich (same grade diff class, gamer guy with social anxiety), Paqi (classmate, star athlete himbo and an ex-problematic kid), Aiden (classmate, autistic whos special interest is literature), Easton (mature upperclasman and the student council president who loves sleeping).

old comic with bit of ooc version of them (canceled draft for my school assignment) :

Queer family: Focusing on my wlw and mlm characters daily life, like Mona and her wife Clarice, and their adopted son Emi. Including Mona's good friend (/pupil) Kanna, and his boyfriend Kiri.

Odd group: about Aki, an assassin who got lost in an enchanted forest after getting injured during mission. Taken care by Ako- the heart of the forest itself, and later introduced to the other 'roomates' such as Koko- the banished half-elf, Ron- runaway fire deity, and Ake- vengeful ghost who is obsessed with stealing hands.

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And thats it, im just gonna mention the oc group, the other ocs info ive already posted some here. Thanks for asking!!! :D

#ask #mur.oc #mur.doodles #anw idk if you want specific oc lore but thanks for the opportunity for me to blab all though nyehehe

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tunaricebowl · 10 months

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intro + tag masterpost

hi!! i honestly didn’t expect to get this many followers so quickly but i did (thank you for that btw!! <3) so i figured i’d make this post c:

about me!

name: tuna

age: 21

pronouns: any but they/them is preferred

gender identity & sexuality: non-binary + pansexual

ethnicity: filipino + belgian

languages: english + dutch (fluently) french + japanese (not so fluently)

main obsessions i mostly post about: ace attorney + professor layton + trigun + spider-verse

tags for original posts!

#tuna stuff: collection of all original posts, including rambles and random personal life stuff

#tuna memes: homemade memes straight from the tuna can, including the ace attorney meme masterpost

#tuna art: doodly doodles by yours tuna

#tuna fics: all my fanfictions! if you like narumitsu then boy do i have something for you

#tuna collection: where i show off all my fandom merch and collectibles! i try to take a lot of pics for those who are interested so definitely do check it out if you like stuff like that c:

#ace attuna: ace attorney related original posts

#tunagun: trigun related original posts

#tunaverse: spiderverse related original posts

#professor tuna: professor layton related original posts

please do!

send asks! whether it be stuff you wanna know about me, my opinions on things, requests for fics/art, whatever!

put tags when you reblog my original posts! i LOVE reading what people have to say about what i make, it really does make my day c:

let me know if i need to tag any trigger/content warnings! i want this blog to be a safe space for everyone

please don’t!

be discriminatory in any way. basically homophobes, racists, transphobes, terfs, misogynists, etc dni

ask me to make stuff related to inc*st, r*pe, under*ge, p*dophilia, be*stiality. mostly adding this bc i really don’t like plantcest (vash x knives)

be mean to me i will cry

that’s the most important stuff i think! thanks for reading and welcome to my blog! there’s some extra info about me under the break if you happen to be interested in that uwu

misc/useless stuff about me!

other media i like but don’t post about: it’s always sunny in philadelphia, b99, community

fav music: fob, panic!, mcr (i know i’m emo), indigo la end, kenshi yonezu, eve, the killers, car seat headrest, idkhbtfm, and like many more lol

i currently have 18 tattoos and am planning to get many more!

i am autistic and have adhd lol

i collect lucky cats and have a lucky cat tattoo!

i have a tattoo on my butt that i got as prt of a bet

i am engaged!

my favorite colors are primary colors

i’m not really religious myself but i love learning about them!

i love raccoons and relate a lot to them

outside of drawing and writing, i also really love acting and singing, as well as learning languages and solving puzzles!

i play ukulele, guitar, and bass! self taught tho so like. i suck lol

if you read all that, you’re like. super cool. i like you. have this cat as a reward

#tuna stuff #blog intro #intro post #introductory post #introducing myself #pinned intro

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bytedykes · 2 years

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COMPLETELY FORGOT TO DO THIS OMG, tagged by @bi-demon-ium HI GREBO!!! HI HI HI

rules: tag game! tag people and have them tell you your top ten favorite characters of all time (doesn’t have to be in order).

i loooove rambling i will ramble about each of these btw ❤ i am my own enabler (and procrastinating hw rn ahahaha...ha...h)

Will Byers (stranger things) - i LOVE will SO MUCH!!!! i love him soo so much he is my sweet can of peach preserves i want to swing him around like a ferret literally obsessed with him rn. everything about him makes me want to scream and cry and throw up every day im so thankful will exists nobody gets him like me. honorable mentions el who is practically one unit with will so i can legally put her on the same bullet point, and also all the other st characters who im also obsessed with who are not getting their own bulletpoints but i still want to acknowledge them bc i love them.... soo much.......

MAGNUS BANE (shadowhunters tv) - *long drawn out scream* tbh hes probably the first character i was like, really and truly obsessed with, like honestly magnus bane kicked off an Era for me regarding my derangement and how i participate in fandom. magnus bane was the catalyst of a whole gender awakening for me. magnus bane is my everything. i love him and his husband. yeag

Phoenix Wright (ace attorney) - OBSESSED WITH HIS PATHETIC BISEXUAL SWAG no further commentary needed. honorable ace attorney mentions go to maya fey and klavier even tho i have not gotten to him in game yet. i know imgonna love him when i do go back to playing aa4 so he counts

Bart Curlish (dirk gentlys holistic detective agency tv 2016) - THE MOST WOMAN EVER!!!!!!!! the peak of grimy murder women. they peaked with her here. we need more women like bart

Farah Black (dirk gentlys) - OUGH couldnt resist putting farah in here too bc shes also SUCH a woman i love everything about her she is perfect. honorable dghda mentions goes to tina and amanda and dirk and every other character in this show. shakes them up and down puts them all into the pear wiggler even

Diego Hargreeves (umbrella academy) - i love insane men with sharp objects and insane morals

Constance Contraire (the mysterious benedict society tv) - i love insane little girls who have plotted murders canonically on screen and have insane familial relationships

Ben Hargreeves (umbrella academy) - wait ok sorry to double dip again but i cant believe i forgot how obsessed with ben i was?? i spent literally 3 years blogging about him and drawing almost exclusively him?? i even created a crackship with him to torment my best friends with??? ben i am so sorry. how could i have forgotten. i love ghosts who are younger brothers who are big bitches

lowkey cannot even think of anyone else lmao. im gonna say Megamind from the movie Megamind bc i love that movie and i love him. me when autistic blue men from space <3

i genuinely cannot think of anyone else i only rlly started having Favorite Characters around age 10-11 but all of the guys i liked from then i dont care much about anymore so i wouldnt say theyre All Time Favorites. and since then i have been majorly into only like 5-6 pieces of media where i had True Blorbos, Personality Shaping Characters, so like. that might be it? im probably just blanking im sure ill think of a few more characters i love after i hit post on this but ehhhh whatever live laugh love <3

edit: TOOTHLESS HOWTOTRAINYOURDRAGON. HOW COULD I FORGET YOU

okkkk thats it i guess !! i love being so so normal about fictional character just me and my blorbos having a normal sane time

no pressure to do this but tagging @tmoblrina @toadstoolillustrations @urlocallesbiab @jonathansbowlcut annnnd my wifi just went out! so no one else <3 peace on earth

#tag game #TY FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS GERT I LVOE U THIS WAS FUN !!!#no one is allowed to judge me for my taste in characters btw i promise i have coolsexyawesomer ones i just CANT THINK OF THEM RN!!!!#but also some of these are SO coolsexyawesome already i promise. take my hand

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lucian-evander · 1 year

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OK because i haven't managed the week correctly i end up posting 5 ocs in one day since it's the last day of aro week ✌🏻

The way each character's flag absolutely doesn't fit wuth their aesthetic is killing me 😭😂

Anyway here's liber he/him demiromantic also ace btw . He's a warlock and isn't super happy to be one . Since he's immortal he's kinda blased about a lot of stuff and very done with people . He ends up getting recruited by the pirate crew for a trip and after like 2 years end up with Altaïr the captain (who is one of my fave oc and a fucking mess 😂).

This one is the one i arocoded absolutely not in purpose and realised it later when i was trying to write him with someone and it just didn't work at all 🤣. Hid name is corin he/him greyro and pan. He's a troubadour and secretly a spy for the résistance.

Elwyn they/them aroace . Really trying to understand the point of romance when he could be swordfighting with his elephant friend instead .

Camille they/them lithromantic, he's a sheperd a painter and a poet , the one who can keep a plant alive , doesn't really have a big rôle in the story they're just a confort character i put all my autistic characteristics into 😂

Here sergei (he/him) that i didn't create long ago so he doesn't have a moodboard yet and who on this picrew is planning to climb the window of some rich dude and steal all his money 🙃 and that's the lovepunk flag because fuck amatonormativity and viva relationships anarchy !!!

#and i just realised they're all autistic af 😂#ofc they are i created them #😂😂😂#my ocs #anyway that was the last part of the arospec crew 💚🤍🖤

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hiraganasakura · 1 year

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I posted 2,370 times in 2022

That's 2,214 more posts than 2021!

82 posts created (3%)

2,288 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

blackcat2907

klavier-gavins-lesbian-boyfriend

fanartandvents

memeuplift

sapphire-wine

I tagged 2,367 of my posts in 2022

#reblogs - 2,237 posts

#rwby - 418 posts

#ace attorney - 330 posts

#pokémon - 258 posts

#pokemon - 257 posts

#positivity - 236 posts

#reminders - 225 posts

#stim - 160 posts

#miles edgeworth - 143 posts

#tw food - 125 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#for some reason he gives me vibes of 'if miles edgeworth was a blue-eyed ginger and realized wearing cravats in the 21st century is stupid'

My Top Posts in 2022:

"But if you crash the airship, then we're all going to die!" said Qrow.

"Lol," said Tyrian, "lmao."

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Happy Autism Acceptance Month! Where I am rn today is also World Autism Day! :D

To celebrate I made icons for some Ace Attorney characters that I hc to have autistic swag, since it's my current special interest. These aren't all of the characters I hc as autistic, there's too many to include in one post lol, but I picked some of my faves. Maybe I'll do more...

These icons are f2u btw!

Here you go, have fun y'all!

See the full post

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Translation: "You have made me question both my personal philosophy and my romantic orientation"

100 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

It's not made clear how Manfred died but I think it'd be rly ironic if he died from lead poisoning due to having a bullet in his shoulder for 15 years. Like. He got that bullet in his shoulder and shot Gregory in the exact same event. It would be a well-deserved irony if the bullet killed him, don't you think?

122 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I feel like Phoenix and Edgeworth would talk very nonchalantly about the absurd things that have happened to them and it drives everyone else bonkers

Apollo tries coming to work with a rly bad cold, and Phoenix attempts to talk him out of it. Phoenix finally says "Look, Apollo, at least take some Coldkiller X. Just, uh... make sure it's not poisoned when you do." And Apollo's like "WTH IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN???"

Edgeworth is talking to a prosecutor going abroad and finds out that they're using iFly Airlines. "iFly?" he asks. "You should be careful on your flight. The last time I flew with them, I was framed for murder." He takes his tea and leaves the room while the other prosecutor is calling after him wanting to know the full story

Phoenix and Edgeworth are bickering like an old married couple (as per usual) and everyone around starts losing it when they bring up past experiences like that. It becomes a whole spectacle

1,197 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

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#original post #decided to do this bcus why not #i rly wanna know who the longest tag was about i can't remember for the life of me ToT #year in review #also removed @s bcus i didn't wanna ping ppl who might not wanna be about this ngl #tw long post #gif warning

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For the AA ask game: 27, 30, 32, 41, 42, 60, 71, 90, 94 (sorry ik it’s a lot but im so curioussss)

I love answering questions DW (Putting a read more because HOLY SHIT this got away from me fast)

27. What character do you think is overrated? God I feel. So mean about this but Edgeworth. I mean, I still think he's cool, still enjoy him, still ship Narumitsu and all that but like... He's kind of a bitch and I think we need to acknowledge that more. Like in game one it's understandable because he's the designated antagonist but I think we all forget that he like... says that he doesn't care if Adrian kills herself???? And he treats Sebastian and Gumshoe like SHIT btw it just makes me sad. Same for Larry, honestly. Like he immediately turned on Larry when he found out about the lunch money like. my dude it was SUCH a small incident to you that you literally did not remember it. (I want Larry to have friends goddammit). That got.... a bit mean tbh but I'm just not Edgeworth's #1 fan. Not even in my top 3 prosecutors honestly 30. Character you’d push off a cliff with no hesitation? Hotti. BYE BYE BITCH. (I don't understand why HE of all people was brought back for AJ. Did they REALLY need a doctor and just. not want to make another doctor sprite?? He's not even a real doctor!) 32. Character you wish to see return? Literally anyone from Global but I'd have to say at this point ESPECIALLY Cody (Since he's the one innocent character from the trilogy to not return in the series). If we're barring my obvious choices though... Wocky. I wanna see Wocky motherfucking Kitaki living his best lil baker life. 41. Honest opinion on Athena Cykes? I... I mean she's fine? I have issues with her but I think they mostly stem from the fact that she was introduced WAY too early (in the sense that Apollo should've had a full trilogy like Phoenix did and literally nothing is gained from her involvement in SoJ). Like. Her design is cool. Her lawyer mechanic is uh..... Fucking weird tbh. Like excuse me but HOW am I supposed to tell people's emotions <-autistic. And the "pick out what element is causing the emotion" doesn't really make any sense and it's just... augh. Also I like her concept designs so much better it's unreal (especially the ones where she looks like a little victorian orphan boy or like a 1940s ish lounge singer or something) For reference:

^1940s Lounge Singer

^Victorian Orphan Boy (upper left)

^PENNY NICHOLS????? (lower right) Actually please give Athena glasses please please please. 42. Unpopular opinion? Larry Butz is good actually the writers just failed him after game 1 60. Character you relate to? ...Penny. But also AA1 Maya because of the "never feeling good enough as your sibling" as someone who is too overwhelmed to do college when her brother started college at age 11.... yikes 71. New Games or OG trilogy? Which do you prefer? As a whole? Trilogy. They're a standard level of good. 456 level out to a slightly lower standard of goodness but that's just because AJ is literally just the game of all time (gimme that sweet sweet playing card symbolism baby). 5 and 6 are not BAD (as much as I complain about them) Like. they're bad examples of Ace Attorneys but the rest of the series is so good that it's hard to accurately rank them against other games. 90. Your NOTP? Phoenix slash Apollo. There's just. there's SO much wrong with that. And there was this one artist back when I was on Amino (that long ago, yeah) who CONSTANTLY got featured with their Phoenix and Apollo art and then they posted a defense on here saying that they were into older men? It's just like.... OK but he's literally the adoptive father of his sister you don't think that's not even a LITTLE weird. Bonus points go to Cykes//Quill(the young ones, Aura and Metis slaps) and Apollo slash Trucy (which someone told me was a common ship when I asked how old Apollo was at first?). I love this fandom but the number of people who don't know shit is astounding 94. Your first ship? First ship was definitely Narumitsu, got hooked on that like DIRECTLY after playing game one. uhhhh.... The next big one for me was Kay and Penny which I now regret (it was based off one line in AAI2 and the fact that I was big into tumblr roleplay at the time as Penny and I had a Kay. TO BE FAIR It was 95% Post SoJ or DD era) THEN Klapollo because for a Solid While I absolutely hated Klavier (but I still wrote about him in my now-deleted stories because if you have an Apollo casefic you HAVE to have Klavier, right? That eventually lead to Trucy going on a rant about reptile facts because Klavier called the defendant [who was Penny] a cold-blooded killer. And then she said "they don't call me Trucy 'reptile-facts' Wright for nothing". ...Kinda wish I still had that fic archived somewhere..... I might... if I can get back into my old amino account) SO! sorry for the lengthy answers and hot takes

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