#Jack is 100% autistic

[soullessjack]

mob psycho 100 is literally just “what if we put an autistic kid in as many situations as possible until he’s so overstimulated he turns into the avatar” and it fucking rocks

[wheelie-butch]

jack reacher is definitely like my weirdest special interest to explain. yes its a 20+ book copaganda thriller series for mums to buy in the supermarket. yes he's designed to be the ideal heterosexual male fantasy. yes he's my special little (biggest guy in the world) autistic (not true) bisexual (not true) guy. yes he's my best friend (real). no he doesn't own a phone.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Jack Noir: remember to make it look like an accident

CD: You got it boss!

CD: *shoots Jake* Whoopsie!

[meistoshi]

<- you can in fact fake this level of oblivious

[transsexula]

Some Christian popped up on my dashboard this Easter, and I'm still unsure how. Their post detailed the story of Jesus and the "historical facts" of the situation. While I'm not a theology major or anything. I do have enough well-researched information to disprove multiple of their claims (such as the Bible being written within 25 years of the events they describe)

But. As soon as they are confronted with facts that do not align with their beliefs, it's like they stick their fingers in their ears and start sob-screaming "LALALALALALALALA" so they can't register anymore. It's kinda horrifying how quickly they shut down, and their minds flip into a feedback loop.

No matter what you say. What tone you use. The wording used- it doesn't matter. As soon as they realize they can't refute what you're saying, and that what you're saying shakes any core pillar of their belief system- it becomes not a "hey, maybe I should do some more research to back up my claims and/or find the actual truth" but instead a "you won't even CONSIDER my position why is it so scary huh??? You scared Jesus is real and I'm right???? What's so scary about the lord Jesus christ????"

My guy. Nothing. Absolutely nothing is shaking, shocking, or new that you are saying. I'm actively telling you that you need to try harder, because your "proof" takes logical leaps so fucking wide, I'm convinced you've fallen INTO that gap.

Idk, interactions like this remind me of how thankful I am to not be wrapped up in this circular logic bullshit. I'm so glad I had the brain power as a child to see how much horse shit adults were hawking at me.

I mean. My whole journey out of Christianity started because of how these people are. I looked around at family, at friends, at respected leaders, and asked why every reason they pointed to sucked so damn hard. You ask a simple question- "what proof do we have on our side? What can I use in this spiritual war against the enemies to show them they are wrong and the church is right?"

Suddenly, you get told to shut up. Some of the bolder ones tried to convince me- there's science behind it. Here's a creationist website. There's history behind it. Here's the bible- The same book we are trying to prove is the written word of God. Here's apologetics. They all point to the Bible and blind faith. Stories aren't grounded in reality. The creation scientists lie. The supposed Christian historians destroy context for artifacts so they can buy and trade religiously important museum-worthy archeology finds. Christian parents want to ban books. My church doesn't want me reading anything other than the approved list. Why do you have so many questions kid? Just stop asking. It's making everyone uncomfortable. Just have faith. Just stop asking, you don't need to know, leave it in God's hands, have faith. Stop asking questions. Why would you question that? God said it, it's true. That's how this works- hey! Wait! Why don't you want to listen to this Sundays sermon? It has the truth you seek. It doesn't matter that the pastor is raving about his own politics again. Maybe you should just try a different church- hey, why do you have questions again? Maybe this isn't the denomination for you. Everyone knows baptists are a little crazy. Try seventh day adventist teachings. Not for you? Did you grow up catholic? I'm sure you just didn't find the right truth. I guess you aren't trying hard enough. Wow I can't believe you're such a non-believer. I can't believe you've lost faith. Why so many fucking questions? Again. Just look at the Bible. No stupid. Not THAT bible. The other version is the correct version. Hey why do you keep asking questions-

[paranoidginger]

Random headcanons for the TF2 mercs!!

Scout: ADHD hardcore, should probably be medicated for it, but isn't. This man cannot stand still for anything, he is always tapping his feet or fiddling with something. He definitely bites his nails, especially his thumbs. Repressed bisexual who is accidentally homophobic because he thinks he isn't supposed to like guys, and thinks everyone chooses to like the opposite gender. He's a surprisingly good artist, and he has dyslexia. That mixed with dropping out of highschool made him somewhat illiterate, spelling is hard, and so is reading any big words.

Soldier: Jack of all trades, he has had every job possible, but if he weren't in love with going to war, he'd probably settle on properly running a raccoon sanctuary. He is the reason why Medic had to invent a cure for rabies. Definitely thinks that being a lesbian just means that you like women, regardless of gender, he refers to himself as a Lesbian after learning that Pauling Identifies as one.

Pyro: Probably not even a human, uses any and all pronouns. They're really smart, despite acting childish, and are the one who built their flamethrowers. Probably collects stickers. Would definitely watch MLP and drag the other mercs into watching it with them, Pinkie Pie is definitely their favorite of the mane six. They draw a lot, and are pretty good at it whenever they want to be, they just prefer drawing silly things. Their room probably smells like burnt plastic and gasoline.

Demo: Only goes sober whenever shit gets super, super serious, like one of the other mercenaries that he cares about gets hurt. He's got a really strong caretaking instinct that gets drowned out by drunken recklessness. He's a total lover, and definitely the type of guy to kiss the homies goodnight. It takes a LOT to actually get him drunk drunk, like, I'm talking ungodly levels of alcohol that would probably kill the average person. He's Spy's drinking buddy, and probably knows the most about Spy's background from listening to his drunken ramblings about regrets and how he wishes he was a better father. Demo probably knows a lot about most of the other mercs, just because he's a good listener and a vault whenever it comes to sensitive information. He's also really fucking smart. Probably pansexual tbh, just based on vibes.

Heavy: He gets nervous whenever he has to help out any of the more 'delicate' mercenaries. He knows he's ridiculously strong, and he has excellent control of himself, but he can't help but feel like he's handling glass whenever he's helping out any of his injured teammates, especially when it comes to Scout or Spy. He's super fucking protective of all of his team though, and would absolutely crack skulls if anything happened to any of them. He is the only person other than Medic who is allowed to touch Archimedes. Probably bisexual with a preference towards men.

Engie: He's usually pretty polite, but can be one of the most brutal out of any of the classes. He's definitely autistic with a special interest in machines. He probably wants to capture one of the mvm robots just to run tests and see if they're sentient. Low-key god complex, like, moreso than medic, he's just super humble about it. He definitely talks to all of his machines. He's 100% a trans man, I can see him as being demisexual.

Sniper: Definitely autistic, he's probably got a shitload of random animal information. Total arachnophobe, but only towards small spiders. Hand him a tarantula and he's fine, but show him a stick covered in baby spiders and he's going to probably kick it as far away from himself as possible and run away. He adores lizards of all kinds, and probably used to lay on the ground watching them all the time as a kid. This man can't use a kitchen for shit, but he manages to make anything he cooks over a fire absolutely delicious, he probably refuses to share though. Probably Asexual. Has a shitty taxidermy rat in his camper that he's unnecessarily proud of, and he probably collects bones. Super into oddities and weird little knick knacks, and he still has all of his baby teeth that he keeps in a little jar on a shelf. Can't run for shit, but could walk for hours if need be. Likes doing arts and crafts, he knits in his free time, and almost always has a sewing kit with him.

Medic: Knows a little about every different medical field, he just sort of studied up on whatever piqued his interest. DOES have a PhD in medical science, he just lost his license to legally practice in a hospital or doctor's office. Gay, probably a trans man. Has definitely experimented on himself before, giving himself different deadly diseases and whatnot just to challenge himself to make a cure before he dies. Also autistic. Spoils the fuck out of his birds, and would probably Frankenstein together a human body for Archimedes if he could figure out how.

Spy: Bisexual genderfluid icon. Usually only gets caught because he's being way too much of a cocky showoff. Definitely wears eyeliner and says that it 'helps him see better' when it's bright out, even though it's 100% just a fashion statement. Has a collection of antique cigar boxes and lighters.

[the-river-rix]

Bones ND/disability hcs!!!

(These are the characters that I have the clearest idea on I will prob update it)

Temperance Brennan: Autism, C-PTSD

Seeley Booth: ADHD, C-PTSD, Addiction Disorder, Chronic Pain

Angela Montenegro: Anxiety (potential depressive or manic disorder but I’m not sure)

Jack Hodgins: AuDHD, PTSD, paraplegic

Camille Saroyan: Anxiety, depression

Zack Addy: Autism, anxiety, depression, C-PTSD, Chronic pain (in his hands), he struggles with depersonalization and derealization but it’s a product of his cptsd

Lance Sweets: Autism, C-PTSD, Anxiety

Clark Edison: autistic

Arastoo Vaziri: PTSD, either DPDR or an unspecified dissociative disorder

Wendell Bray: Autism?? (I’m kind of not sure something is up)

Colin Fisher: Autism, depression

Vincent Nigel-Murray: AuDHD, anxiety, depression

Daisy Wick: Audhd, anxiety, dyspraxia, BPD (I’m not 100% sure here because of symptom overlap)

[1ris5starlight]

The Celestial family finds out that Sun is autistic.

(Old meme)

(This take place in the recent period, so Old Moon and Solar are alive).

(Context: Sun is autistic, he can't help it).

Moon is talking to Monty and the rest of the family, in the restaurant (Monty asked if they could help him with the restaurant).

Moon: yeah, but Sun isn't good with constumers-

Jack: Moon!

Sun: I'm good with constumers!

Celestial family & Monty: *unsure & not convinced* Eeehh- not really-

Sun: I'm great with the costumers!

Celestial family & Monty: *still not convinced* Mmmmh-

Earth: He's autistic, he can't help it!

Sun: Yeah, I'm autistic!

Jack: Moon!

Moon: *hushing Jack* just a sec.

Moon: No Sun, you're not autistic.

Lunar: *place toothpicks* How many- how many toothpicks on the ground?

Moon: don't play this game again.

Lunar: come on! how many toothpicks?

Moon: No, it just involves me cleaning toothpicks.

Sun: a 100?

Jack: Moon!

Lunar: *trying not to laugh* N-no-!

Moon: A 100?!

Lunar: *trying not to laugh* it's three-!!

Moon: there's three!

Lunar: ok ok. How many now?

Jack: Moon!

Sun: Three?

Lunar & Moon: No!

Monty: Ahrg, he's the worst kinda of autistic-

Lunar: he can't even count!!

Jack: *screams* MOON!

Moon: OH GOD, WHAT?!

Jack: THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE!!!

Moon & Monty: WHAT?!

5 minutes later:

Restaurant: *burned*

Celestial family: . . . Sorry Monty..

Monty: *traumatised, because he has no longer a restaurant* *sigh* It's fine.

■End□

[chaoscheebs]

I'm still thinking about this post by milleniumlesbian about the many ways Seto reads heavily as autistic and the tags by oliversbones after I commented in the tags that Seto is absolutely against the idea of getting diagnosed with autism re: ableism and the mental health crisis in Japan, so I don't want leave the idea in the tags.

Seto Kaiba 100% is aware he is a textbook case for autism but never has and likely never will get a formal diagnosis for the following reasons:

Before his mom passed, Seto was still a little kid and maybe his parents hadn't quite picked up on it as something he may have needed help with.

After mom passed, his dad was a single parent with two kids, including a literal baby (i.e. Mokuba) and this Was Not A Priority.

After dad passed too, ahahahaha the shitty greedy relatives paying attention or the orphanage having the resources to do jack shit ahahahahahaha

Post-orphanage, do you really think Gozaburo "Yeah Putting A Kid On A Collar And A Leash And Threatening Him With A Fucking Riding Crop Will Lead To Making A Good And Stable Heir" Kaiba noticed or gave one singular shit?

As noted in the first paragraph: ahahahaha ableism ahahahaha mental health crisis in Japan, which then leads into...

DEBILITATING FEAR IT WOULD LEAD TO MOKUBA BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM BECAUSE OF PERCEIVED INABILITY TO CARE FOR MOKUBA

Also it giving people one more reason to try to wrest KaibaCorp from him (but really it's like 99% Mokuba he's worried about let's be real).

Tl;dr he is absolutely not formally diagnosed and I'm now picturing Kaiba googling coping skills in the middle of the night and slowly getting angrier and angrier that all the sites for tips are all mommy blogger "how to deal with your autistic child" things.

[bleue-flora]

Wait I actually love how Sam and Quackity are Dream's safe people in the playdate au :[ 'cuz when he's feeling bad Sam will keep people away and Quackity knows how to keep company while being quiet so he doesn't get worse :[[[

Idk why but I keep imagining the kids somehow showing up on the real dsmp and the shock on everyone when all the kids immediately want Dream (because Dream is safe and he doesn't let people be unfair. Even when he's a stick in the mud he's safe)

(Sorry really really spinning them in my head. Baby Quackity hiding on C!Dream's cape and on his head C!Dream is just chanting "Don't flinch form the baby don't flinch from the baby don't flinch from the baby dont-")

Rude how can you forget Punz, Dream’s bff lol XD. But I mean safe people may be a bit of a stretch. Sam is also autistic (wait did I mention Dream is autistic? Oops yea that’s why he is often seen as weird by the other kids and manages to kinda get isolated even amongst people as a result) so he also understands and respects the need for peace and quiet from people. He can often just go home when he gets too overstimulated but Dream doesn’t really get that option (since Vik and Lazar take naps in his room), hence why he hides in the slide, so Sam often keeps him company and keeps people away when he’s having a meltdown. Sam is also a peacekeeper as well as the one helping everyone with their creations and stuff whether they need help tying their shoes, help blowing up a floaty, sewing one of Michael’s eyes back on after Sapnap was a little too rough with him, or fetch the water for Foolish’s sand castle.

Quackity on the other hand is very competitive and devious. Like the boy who’s always playfully fighting with other boys and making everything a competition. He’s also the - I learned this new cuss word our parents don’t want us to use and I saw these older kids playing this game of two truths and lie where if you get it wrong you get slapped (or something I don’t know… hopefully you know that kid I’m talking about). He’s also the one to throw out insults and start fights easily. He often ends up having to come apologize to Dream later and check if he’s okay and tries to cheer him up with some new game he learned.

Now that’s an insane idea, though the dsmp is far too explicit for them lol. (No babies btw just kids some pretty young like Lazar, Vik, Schlatt, George and Jack, with Slimecicle as the youngest but he still walks and talks and plays with his older brother, Quackity, before his oldest brother, Purpled, puts him down for a nap.) They all just huddle behind c!Dream, scared of the other members. And Dream is just trying to remind himself that the kids behind him are not trying to stab him in the back. They just want to go home to the real world or get food or whatever and their Dream was always the one to go to. C!Dream is definitely not bitter by this btw nope, definitely not, not sure what you’re talking about, he is absolutely 100% not jealous of everyone being kid Dream’s friend…

Imagine they come to the dsmp when c!Dream is still in prison and they break him out (get c!Techno to break him out like he does in canon) because - Dream is the safe one who usually has all the answers surely he knows how to get us back to our world… When c!Techno shows back up to the audience of anxious kids waiting inside his house with c!Dream hidden in the cape in his arms, c!Philza rushes all the younger ones over to his house so they don’t see the bloodied and injured shape he is in. They tell them c!Dream just needs a bath and rest instead of that he was tortured and needs medical attention. C!Techno and c!Philza being the bad parents they are (they did not sign up for this!) don’t push back against the oldest kids being stubborn and demanding what’s going on. They ended up proving to be helpful hands at least… When c!Dream is healed and wakes up, the kids pounce on him asking numerous questions in excitement and apprehension. On one hand he hasn’t had positive human touch in ages and welcomes it, on the other there are too many hands everywhere and he can’t watch them all. They think the scars are really cool, poking at the sensitive tissue and asking where they’re from, he’s forced to make up wild stories of adventure, pretending their trophies of long ago and not torture from a month ago. He tries not to flinch everytime someone refers to one of the kids as Quackity…

[soullessjack]

oh my god like. the stark contrast between mob’s inner self — saying that everyone around him held him back, everyone was afraid of him, everyone treated him differently, everyone only saw him as something to use and that he was never accepted by anyone at any point; that he would never be accepted for who he really internally feels he is — vs all of mob’s friends and family repeatedly saying “we aren’t scared of you because we know you and we love you, this is just a part of you that we can live with and accept,”— not to mention reigen fully admitting that he was using mob and apologizing for it, as well as telling mob that the only person who really needs to accept mob is himself..? It’s just. It’s so good man

[shaunashipman]

Hi Cleo you’re one of the blogs I check to peer review hot takes and yes I am 100% on the autistic tommy train cuz I already did and then the deleted scene and I’m like yeah SAME HAT TOMMY xoxo thanks for keeping it real

hi jack 👋 that's so sweet ☺️ I just rewatched the deleted scene again and the "are we still talking about cake" bit takes me out every time. like the utter confidence with which he said the buck ketosis thing, then you can see his brain catch up and go "wait I think this a double meaning conversation"

[getting-spooky-on-a-friday-night]

Mort: He's autistic he cant help it. Jack: yeah I'm autistic! Evermore: John- John: just a sec- no you're not autistic, Jack. Patty: *throws toothpicks on the ground* how many- how many tooth picks, on the ground Jack: uuh.. John: don't play this game again Jack: uuh... Patty: Cmon! look, how many toothpicks? John: No, it just involves me cleaning up toothpicks Jack: uuuh... 100? Evermore: John! Patty: No- John: 100?? Patty: It's 3 John: There's 3! Patty: Ok ok, how many now? *throws another* Evermore: John! Jack: 3 John and Patty: No. Mort: Augh, you're the worst kind of autistic. Patty: You can't even count.

[evilgoldphish]

Criminal Minds Point Key

My mummy dearest and I are big fans of criminal minds. Today we decided to rewatch the show and use our beautiful autistic nerd powers to create a somewhat logical point system to determine what are actually the best and worst episodes. 

Every episode starts with 100 points and either gains or loses points according to the following point key:

Jack appears physically in person. (+10)

Jack is heard or shown not in person. (+5)

Henry appears physically in person. (+9)

Henry is heard or shown not in person. (+4)

Victim actually does something smart or plays the long game. (+15)

Hotch/Morgan/Rossi isn't an asshole at all during the episode while being in it. (+20)

Reid’s interesting fun facts. (+5)

Awwwwwwwww that's so sweeeet (+5)

Okay, that actually made me laugh. (+5)

Hotch shows emotion. (+10)

Oooh they smexy. (+5)

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. (+2) 

Actually wholesome. (+2)

*Jazz hands* (+10)

Someone picks up evidence using a glove without even wearing the damn glove in the first place. (-20)

There is a very obvious and easy way to do something that helps with the case but no one even mentions it. (-20)

“Why did you shoot him??? What was the point of that???” (-10)

“How in god's name are they still alive??? Are you immortal???” (-5)

Someone in the team going completely rogue. (-5)

Ruining an entire relationship with a single line of dialog. (-15)

✨Sexism✨ (-10)

✨Racism✨ (-10)

✨Homophobia✨ (-10)

That. Isnt. Possible. (-10)

A cognitive interview turning into blatant hypnosis. (-10)

Someone being immune from legal consequences. (-15)

Being insensitive to victims and/or survivors. (-15)

I understand… but still, WHERE IS YOUR WARRANT (-5)

Someone says something blatantly obvious. (-2)

This doesn't concern you! (-2)

What is that outfit??? (-1)

[theboywithburninghands]

So uh... in my last story I sorta implied Pomni was autistic. This is the story that confirms it. I wanted to explore more of her worldview and how she might find ways to pass the time. So this is what came out of it. It's a bit short, but it's personal and sweet and I think you'll like it. Lists T/W: profanity in some of the linked songs? I guess? I hope anyone who reads my stuff has heard the word fuck or shit before...

Pomni paced about her room. Pacing helped her think. She was here indefinitely, and while her boyfriend and girlfriend kept her from slipping too far into existential despair, boredom was a whole different animal. So, after racking her brain for several hours one evening after dinner, she finally settled on the one idea that would offer instant gratification.  

Lists. Lists of what? Well, any kind of list. Chronological lists, best to worst lists and vice-versa, top 100 lists… something about them scratched a hot red itch in her brain. Information could be so overwhelming when it was just flopped in front of you, especially in huge portions. If it was broken up piece by piece based on certain categories, it was far more digestible. You didn’t shove an entire pizza in your mouth, after all, you cut it into slices. Being able to break something down was not only comforting, but satisfying. Maybe that’s why she was so good with numbers…

So, Pomni went to Gangle. She had plenty of paper. Most of her room was covered with drawings of all sorts, done in crayon, colored pencil, watercolors, magic marker, even the odd charcoal. 

“Sure, I can lend you some paper…” Gangle had said with a timid but pleasantly surprised smile. “I didn’t know you liked drawing too, Pomni.” 

Pomni laughed a little. “Um, actually, I was going to make a journal. To keep up with all of the wild stuff that goes on around here, you know…?” 

“Oh, okay! That’s a good idea! I don’t know if I have any regular pencils, but I have some black colored ones. Would that be okay..?” 

Pomni had told her it was perfectly fine, and she went back to her room with ten big sheets of sketchbook paper, three black colored pencils and a red twist sharpener. She made a makeshift desk, the flat side of one of the oversized building blocks in her room and another building block for a chair. No real lumbar support, but eh. Her body was a bunch of pixels anyway. She set her things down tidily, placed one of the sheets in the middle of her desk, and began to write.

She tapped her pencil on her desk. Man, it felt good to have something to fiddle with while she thought… She decided to start with a profile of every other performer in the circus. She began by writing out a quick template, something she could use as a reference so every profile followed the same pattern. After some thinking, she came up with this: 

Name: Their name (duh)

Potential Real Name: Educated guesses on what their real name was before they came here

Likes: Hobbies, favorite foods and candies, favorite people 

Dislikes: Fears, least favorite foods and candies, anything else that bugs them 

Musical Taste: Music I’ve heard them listen to on Layla, or if I’ve asked them. 

*Hobby Related Stuff: See asterisk

Personality: What they’re like. What they’re like to me, others, etc.

*Variable, only if needed for major hobbies

Things like gender or age didn’t matter since she already knew all of those by heart. Personality would be the biggest category obviously… well, the only way to see if it satisfied her was to try it.

So she started with the first person that popped into her head.

Name: Jax 

Potential Real Name(s): Jackson/Jack, John/Jonathan/Johnny, Max/Maxwell, Braxton, First initial J, middle initial A, last initial X, Alexander/Alex, Xavier

Likes: Me, Ragatha, practical jokes, spaghetti and meatballs, lock picking, bowling, Nerds Rope

Dislikes: Corn, bad dreams, condescension, authority, anime, Ayn Rand, black licorice

Musical Taste: Radiohead, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, Foster the People, Soundgarden, Garbage (the artist), Linkin Park, Flyleaf, whoever wrote that song “Pepper,” Big Black, Bad Brains

Personality: Formerly a bitter, selfish assho-

Hm…

Pomni stopped to think. She had never tried actually writing down a swear word here before. They were never censored in her head, thankfully, but as soon as they left her mouth they were filtered out. 

She picked up her template sheet and wrote “asshole” in the bottom left corner. A few moments later, a black censor bar appeared over it. Pomni smirked ruefully and went back to Jax’s profile, scribbling out the beginnings of her swear word and continuing. 

Personality: Formerly a bitter, selfish jerk. In fact, in some ways, he still is. One of the first adventures I ever went on with him, he threw me out a window between two moving trucks. He kept putting things like tacks and whoopee cushions on my chair at dinner, hid bugs in my room, he was awful…  A few months later, he let me come into his room and talked to me about the law of entropy… He actually said he was sorry for the way he treated me after that. Then he got me my favorite food (honey-glazed garlic salmon), down to the way I like it cooked. I kissed him. He kissed me back. We kissed a lot. We didn’t really know what we were for a while, but it got made clear pretty quickly that we both loved each other.  

Now he’s… better. Not perfect… no one is perfect, but… he’s grown a lot. I don’t know what changed. He told me once he acted like such a bully so people would forget about this whole purgatory situation and be mad at him instead of at the world. I didn’t believe that then and I still don’t. I could ask him, but I don’t know how he’d react. I guess I’ll wait and see.

Anyway. He’s great, really. Underneath that sandpapery outer shell, he’s just as vulnerable and human as the rest of us. He’s funny, he’s charming, he’s handsome… and most importantly, he’s genuine. I love him. 

Pomni smiled at this completed profile and set it aside. She paused to sharpen her colored pencil, the lead on the end worn down to a nub. After it was sufficiently sharp, she grabbed a fresh sheet of sketchbook paper, cracking her knuckles and fixing her posture before getting back to work. 

Name: Ragatha

Potential Real Name: Agatha, Raquelle, Ann/Anna/Annie, Annabelle, Agnes, Anya, Christie

Likes: All of us here- me included, horses, video games, ballet, hugs, stuffed animals.

Dislikes: Centipedes, circus peanuts, ripping her stitches… she doesn’t have a lot of dislikes.

Musical Taste: Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack, Smokey Robinson, Tom Petty, Pink Floyd, OutKast, Kendrick Lamar, Joan Jett, Carole King

Video Games She Likes (Heavily Abridged): Dark Souls Trilogy, Final Fantasy VII, Legend of Zelda, Goldeneye, Spyro the Dragon, Bloodborne, Uncharted 2, Assassin’s Creed 2, tons more…

Personality: When I first got here, I thought Ragatha was just being nice to me because I was new. But she just… never stopped being nice. She always had my back, always had something encouraging to say… I left her behind like a coward the first day I was here and she didn’t give up on me. I look up to her.

She’s not perfect. She can be a bit arrogant without meaning to, and she used to let Jax walk all over her, but… well, things are a lot different with Jax now. And I think she helped in some way with that… 

I love her just as much as I love Jax. I couldn’t imagine life without her sweet smile and her cute laugh and her hugs. Oh my god, her hugs! I HATE hugs, but somehow she makes hers incredible. She’s incredible.

Pomni re-read the profile and grinned. Oh, this felt so GOOD. Being able to put her thoughts down and in the form of a neatly organized set of lists. Scraps of order in this world of never ending chaos… She needed to write more.

She sharpened her colored pencil again and started work on Gangle’s profile, breezing straight through it and moving on to the next person. Zooble’s profile wasn’t as complete as the other three so far, since Pomni didn’t know as much about them. She would just have to add more to it the more she found out about Zooble. 

She was a good ways into Kinger’s profile, adding Luna moth to his list of favorite insects, when her eyelids sagged. Pomni grunted and rubbed her eyes. Time must have really gotten away from her. She should ask Caine for a clock. Well… maybe not. Seeing time slowly creep by in this prison would probably do more harm than good. Either way, she must have been writing for an hour or two, it made sense for her to be tired. She went on an adventure that day. 

She decided to take a break, give her brain a chance to wander. She crossed her arms on her desk and laid her head atop them. Sketchbook paper always had a pleasant, ethereal smell to it, like a shaft of sunlight illuminating a shelf of old yellowed scrolls in a castle’s study. She loved that smell. Pomni felt even more at ease. She found something to pass the time, and nobody could stop her. She could write as many lists as she wanted, about anything she wanted. She closed her eyes, the warm, private dark behind her lids the perfect place to imagine what she could write next. 

Within minutes, she was asleep. 

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The faint yet insistent song of birds woke Pomni up. She blearily opened her eyes, lifting her head up off of her arms, the spots on them where her head rested warm and flushed. Pomni reached a gloved hand to her right eye and rubbed it, something slipping off of her shoulders and drifting politely to the floor. She turned around to find her comforter rumpled about her chair. It must have been draped over her while she slept at her desk. Did she do that..? She turned back to her desk.

 It took her eyes a moment to defog, but everything on her desk was right where she left it, Kinger’s profile stopping at Luna moth. She stretched, a yawn bubbling up and escaping her mouth. She picked her blanket up and made her bed, tempted to flop right back down onto it and get some more sleep. But she needed to organize her things first. 

She yawned into her palm and picked up the completed profiles, tapping the sheaf of papers on her improvised desk so they fell into order. She blinked and examined the top sheet. It was written in purple colored pencil, not her black one, and it definitely wasn’t her handwriting. She held it a bit closer.

Name: Pomni

Potential Real Name: No idea

Nicknames: Pompom, Poms, New Stuff, Newbie, Shorty, Clownface, Jingles

Likes: Jax and Ragatha, Salmon and rice, number puzzles, swimming, long walks, lemon drops, fudge ripple ice cream, cuddling

Dislikes: Hugs from strangers, snakes, spicy candies, cooking, whoopee cushions

Musical Taste: U2, Coldplay, Snow Patrol, Marina and The Diamonds, Regina Spektor, Keane, Ariana Grande, Corinne Bailey Rae, Duffy

Personality: Pomni shouldn’t have lasted long here. She’s a nervous wreck that’s prone to crying, depression, overstimulation and anxiety attacks. We were all a little worried she would abstract early. 

But she never did. She showed everyone that not only is she tougher than she looks, she’s smart as a whip and one of the most courageous people any of us have ever met. She’s a great friend to everyone, and never gave up on even the people here that seemed beyond help.

We all love you, Pomni. 

Pomni set the piece of paper down on her desk. She rubbed her eyes again, her glove coming away flecked with water. She got everything organized, sliding her paper and pencils under her bed. She took the sheet with purple handwriting, folded it neatly, and tucked it into her pillowcase. She rubbed her eyes again, sighed shakily, and opened the door to her room, ready to meet the sunrise. 

[danganronpa-headcanons-imagines]

I love Kiyotaka Ishimaru so please tell me if you have some headcanons about my boy ! It can be any type, i just like to talk about my boy ☺️

Thank you in advance

I am ALWAYS ready to talk about our boi Taka!! He deserves the WORLD

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru Headcanons

Kityotaka is known for being a total hardass. And he is. But when he isn't on the job or on high alert, he (surprisingly) can be pretty chill

When he relaxes he likes to either do absolutely nothing or absolutely everything. He is either sipping tea reading a book in dim light, or getting way too invested in Monopoly and crying to play the shoe

Even when he is totally chill, his voice is still booming and loud. He has a hard time controlling his volume and gets shocked when people tell him he's yelling cough cough autism

I know it's shocking, but he has a bit of trouble making friends. But if you endure his... eccentric qualities, he is a bro for life. I'm talking ride or die

100% the person to call out people who wrong him or his friends with no shame or hesitation

"He asked for NO PICKLES, this is UNNACCEPTABLE behavior for your establishment!"

Yes... he has asked for a manager a couple of times. But not to insult them, he intends to give advice and teach them ways to be better workers! (This has lead to him being escorted out a multitude of times)

We've all played Danganronpa, we know he's jacked. He may be a scholar at heart, but he never forgets to have gym time everyday. Kiyotaka leads a healthy lifestyle, and that includes healthy food and exercise

Personally does NOT like deep fried food. It makes him feel sluggish and tired, which you can't be if you're gonna be a role model!

His favorite food are vegetables, hands down. Something about the crunch of a celery stick or the flavor of a stewed carrot is absolute heaven. This man will eat a raw tomato like an apple

This man has a strict bedtime. By 9pm he is out like a light. If you want him to stay up longer you need to get him super drunk and high energy, or this man will conk out on your kitchen floor

Owns a dog that he's had since he was a child. It's his best friend and they've done pretty much everything together. It's really the only being that can keep up with Kiyotaka's energy

An absolute MONSTER at karaoke. Regular songs he's okay at, but Ishimaru absolutely ROCKS at power ballads

Definitely has a skincare routine, this man's skin is silky smooth. And added onto it is precise eyebrow care and grooming

We can joke and everything, but I genuinely headcanon Ishimaru as autistic (he just like me fr). He is aware and not ashamed of it, but often tends to over-apologize to people for his behavior and quirks

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Hope these are enough headcanons lol! I kinda kept writing and had to stop myself