#coffee no work on me adhd too strong

[juniper-clan]

"Assume Bisexuality" is one of the funniest but also the most relatable character rules I have ever heard

I actually have to go out of my way to make a character cishet, bisexuality just comes naturally to me............

[luckyfinch]

i’m bored and need to start the year off strong so

Sonic characters headcanons!!! maybe i will update sometimes…

Sonic

ADHD, also has an anxiety disorder

either overthinking or not thinking at all, always

dyslexic… he gives me the vibe

TRANSGENDER. this hedgehog is TRANS. he is a trans boy. i will never falter upon this hill

i like the hc that when first meeting Tails, Tails assumed he was a boy, and Sonic goes “yknow what hell yeah” and becomes Sonic right then and there

would be a Marvel fan i know it in my heart

forced to watch Twilight by Amy. Team Alice truther, the two argue about it very heatedly

he can prepare an egg 25 different ways beautifully, but otherwise is ass at cooking

NEVER let this boy bake

saw Shadow take a handful of plain coffee beans from the bag once and eat it, never looked at Shadow the same

“oh i never mentioned them? well yeah i’m a triplet. guess it never came up!” -> cue everyone flabbergasted

Shadow

AUTISTIC.

Demiromantic, Asexual

this guy has PTSD i will never accept him not having PTSD

also i don’t care if Shadow eating coffee beans is canon or not it’s canon IN MY HEART!!!!!!

his favorite disney princess is Merida from Brave

i imagine him liking sweets but not liking anyone to know. gotta keep up his mysteriousness. also he’s a little embarrassed

Rouge buys him the candies he likes occasionally cause he would never get them for himself

Sonic tries to show him roblox just one time. Shadow destroys his computer and ignores Sonic for a month after losing DTI, and Sonic never tries to get him on a game again

Sonic tries to pass on the Twilight trauma and makes him watch the saga. Team “move back in with her Mother.”

^ Shadow and Sonic get into a physical fight over it

^ Shadow wins

sometimes he babysits Cream for Vanilla

spreads rumors about Tails to literally ANYONE. the most random people, who have never seen or heard of him. he makes shit up just to do it

claustrophobic

Warrior Cats reader, i imagine him liking Yellowfang

Tails

forced to do does Sonic’s taxes wholly of his own volition

snacks on coffee beans while he works after seeing Shadow doing it; begins to prefer it over coffee

major insomniac, Sonic sometimes has to force him to go to bed when he spends too long hyperfixated on a project

big fan of Indiana Jones

he plays all the Lego games, and MUST 100% everything

has a youtube channel for his outrageously complex Lego builds which has a surprising amount of subscribers

^ Sonic only finds out about the channel after accidentally opening Tails’ mail and seeing his Gold Playbutton award

^ “oh yeah i forgot to tell u about that i guess!” “….HOW DID YOU FORGET?”

hates Shadow. the beef is insane. they cannot be left in a room together without fighting

homophobic but only in context of sonadow. if sonadow was to exist Tails would HATE IT SO BAD.

^ Shadow would grab Sonic’s hand or something while making eye contact with Tails just to piss him off

during thunderstorms, Sonic lets Tails sleep in his room. they watch movies until Tails can fall asleep.

owns Rarity (my little pony) merch

has an extensive rock collection which is his pride and joy. Sonic always brings him back cool rocks when he travels around

Amy

lifts in her free time. girl is jacked

uses :< :> :,C X3 when texting

loves vampire media, big Twilight fan. Team Edward, and she’ll die on that hill

loves baking!!! (Sonic isn’t allowed in her kitchen)

colorblind

she LOOVES Dress To Impress. bought herself VIP, forces Sonic to play it with her (he acts annoyed but he plays it on his own time too)

Knuckles

PTSD

aroace vibes

hates being alone

likes drawing, but ends up getting frustrated and breaking the crayons/pencils by accident

the coolest mf around ON GOD!!!

has the worst present wrapping skills ever seen. everyone knows exactly which gift is his during white elephants

turns out to be a surprisingly good cook, annoying Sonic to no end

eats toothpaste

[etheribot]

5 tips for the work-at-home witch ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

when i'm not witching around, i actually have a day job! my job is primarily a work from home job, spending my days alone in my room writing reports and reading legal documents... it gets stale (●´⌓`●) this is a list of some little witchy things i do to keep my head on straight and prevent myself from going mad and impulsively quitting my job!

some of these tips might also work for students!

you might have to switch it up a bit, but some of these tips could help you get through homeschooling, digital learning days, or homework.

₊˚⊹♡ 1. light a candle ♡⊹˚₊

one of the first things i do when i begin work for the day is to light a simple votive candle. the element of fire is a strong element, and by lighting a candle you can harness the energetic energy of the flame. the goal of lighting a candle while you work is to keep yourself "fired up" per say ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ . light the candle with the intention of remaining motivated and energized. for extra effectiveness, you could dress the candle with herbs that also have energizing metaphysical properties. (remember, though, always double check that your herbs are safe to burn!)

₊˚⊹♡ 2. use a sigil ♡⊹˚₊

sigils are an extremely simple yet effective way to use magick! personally, i like to draw the sigil on the back of my dominant (or "working hand") with a non-permanent marker. if you follow this method, be sure to wash it off once you've finished work for the day! leaving a sigil on your body too long can be a bit draining in my personal experience.

if you're more artsy, you could make a piece of art out of a sigil to keep on your desk. a painting, a piece of embroidery, a sketch, or even some digital art done and turned into your desktop wallpaper (tech witches would love that, i feel.)!

i personally like to make my sigils for work out of phrases like "may i work efficiently", "may my work be done properly", but & "may information come easily to me".

₊˚⊹♡ 3. money bowl ♡⊹˚₊

i actually haven't done this yet (˃ᆺ˂) it's a spell i plan to do during the next full moon.

but! the idea of a money bowl is to essentially bring more money in to your life. if you're looking for a promotion or a pay raise, a money bowl on your desk certainly won't hurt!

₊˚⊹♡ 4. work outside ♡⊹˚₊

if you're able, work somewhere other than you're typical working area at least once a week. coffee shops, libraries... even a different room in your house! the change of energy will keep you from feeling too stagnant.

i really recommend taking your work outside, if able. sometimes, i print out a few documents i need to read and go sit out under a tree in my yard. sitting outside in nature not only helps to keep you grounded, but it also helps foster your connection with the local nature spirits. connecting to your local nature spirits AND getting your work done at the same time... talk about multitasking! (ᴗᵔᴥᵔ) if you can't work outside, then take time during your breaks to step outside. a small walk or even just sitting outside under the sun is enough to help keep your centered.

₊˚⊹♡ 5. enchant a watch ♡⊹˚₊

i have severe ADHD, but i also have severe severe severe anxiety. because of this, under my doctor's guidance, i can't take ADHD medicine for fear of my anxiety medicine not working effectively. since i'm rawdogging my ADHD i tend to have a hard time staying on schedule... so i've enchanted my watch!

i recommend using materials that promote focus and organization. ever since casting an enchantment on my watch, i've noticed an uptick in my overall productivity in all facets of my life - work included. i haven't missed a deadline, and while i still have a nasty habit of procrastinating, once i finally make the effort to begin work i find myself staying on schedule way easier than before.

that's it for now! if you have any questions or would like me to go further into detail about certain things, feel free to send me an ask! <3

[karlachismylife]

Soap for the character ask game plz :)

Do I really need a reason to yap about him? Nah, but I'll take it, thanks :)

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So. John "Soap" MacTavish.

favorite thing about them

Is "everything" a good enough answer? No? Damn. I guess I'll have to go with his passion. I can tie that to his ADHD, I can tie that to the fact that he's sunshine (and sun burns hot and flares), it doesn't matter - his emotions are bright, run hot, he's impulsive and he feels so strong. I relate to that, I also just like everything bright and flashy. His anger, his loyalty, his sense of justice, his love - they are so big and strong they cannot be contained inside his heart no matter how huge it is. This is what makes him dangerous, this is what makes him vulnerable, this is what makes him so fucking lovable to me.

least favorite thing about them

The fact that he prefers coffee over tea (source: his VA). I'm sorry, I can't stand coffee, my throat literally closes up and stops breathing if I enter some coffee-smelling space and it's not something I can control well (I tried, I swear). So the knowledge that living with Soap would involve the apartment reeking of the forbidden drink, and even worse, kissing him might taste like coffee... it's heartbreaking. I'm training that man to drink tea whether he likes it or not, coffee doesn't do anything for ADHDers anyway.

favorite line

I mean. I feel like using any of Ghoap batner here would be cheating cuz it is very much the best thing ever and also they're bouncing off each other. So I'll go with "Kids, guns and balloons. That's a new one."

It's at the start in Las Almas. I love listening to Soap in general, I love all the Scott-isms he has (even though it seems actual Scottish didn't appreciate those too much), I obviously love the funny lines he has or when he gets angry. But this one just stuck with me. Probably not because it's a Soap line, but because it's a sad line in general (and hits a little too close to home in the current situation).

But also I feel like it's kinda. The fact that I, a 22yo civilian am not actually surprised to see that "kids, guns and balloons" situation (although I am so fortunate to not be witnessing that directly), and Soap, a 26 (I think?) yo SAS Sergeant who ran off to enlist at 15-16 is. It says something about how he views the world, doesn't it? He lacks that cynicism. I've seen people say that veiwing him as a "happy go lucky" guy is incorrect, but I dunno, man. I think if someone who kills people for his job is surprised to see kids involved into crime+politics games, then he's a pretty damn optimistic lad that believes in the good in the world.

brOTP

Soap and Alejandro. There's just something so smooth, straightforward and inherently good about just two men coming to fight for what's right. Also nothing is funnier than Soap's constant cultural shock in Las Almas and Alejandro just chuckling at every silly question Johnny asks. Big brother Alejandro go go go!

OTP

Karlach x Soap for life, everything else is secondary.

nOTP

I reject the concept of nOTP, even the least likely/adhering to my tastes ships are at least interesting to explore. However, I am not a big fan of toxic relationships and such, so something like Soap x Makarov or Soap x Graves would be interesting to look at, but probably upsetting.

random headcanon

He likes the pink Orbit bubblegum, the one that comes in little stripes. His dad used to bring those at the end of the work week, sometimes unopened, sometimes with just a couple pieces left, and Soap stashed them away in his pillow case when he had the willpower not to eat them all at once. His old pillow in his childhood bedroom still smells like bubblegum.

absolutely based on my own life

unpopular opinion

I don't know what's popular to say what's unpopular. But maybe the fact that I think that Soap isn't like a total horndog 24/7? I still think he is pretty horny, more than an average person, but I also think that he's more tactile than anything and that even when he gets a random boner or just is hot and bothered, he can be satisfied with non-sexual touch. But he does not respond well to touch starvation, oh no.

song i associate with them

I am so bad at assosiating songs with characters/ships etc :( I'll be boring and repeat myself for the third time: Ren's "Loco"

favorite picture of them

That comission of him and Karlach I got, duh

But if we're talking ingame, nothing beats him being pretty and doing puppy eyes in that Milena interrogation scene. That hand reaching scene alone has me by the throat.

Thank you for asking about him!! Love youu <3

[vigilxnte-shit]

no one asked but here are some thoughts on matt murdock and things that smell good

my credentials are i have worked at bath and body works for 3.5 years (these are all bath and body works products. this is not sponsored i just have adhd and was raised by a bath and body works mom iykyk)

for himself:

1. coffee and whiskey cologne

i think he would really like this one because it’s two things he’s already used to the smell of with just a tiny bit of vanilla, it’s very masculine and sexy but still light enough that even i, a cis woman, use it sometimes for layering

2. flannel candle

@millennial-birkin and i discussed this, i think he’d like this one because it’s cozy and clean without being too heavy or woodsy

on his partner:

3. any type of skin scent (think glossier you, pinrose pillowtalk princess, etc)

the server has heard me go off about this multiple times, these are the kind of fragrances that are designed to mingle with your natural scent and therefore smell different on everyone. he’d love these because for one, they enhance your skin’s natural scent, and for another they’re not too strong, typically just light with either a powdery or musky note (or both)

4. vanilla romance

little bit of a bias here bc this is my personal favorite but i genuinely think he would love it on his partner because it’s vanilla (i am a certified vanilla girl it’s my favorite) but it’s a vanilla backed by a soft spicy and light woodsy note. almost like a skin scent with a bit of vanilla in it

random things:

5. vanilla suede laundry detergent

i think he’d love all laundry detergent smells just because they’re clean and fresh (me personally, i want to eat fragrance boosters because of how good they smell) but this one especially has a little tiny touch of warmth that i think he’d love

6. sun drenched linen wallflowers

makes the whole apartment smell good

anyway this isn’t important but i thought i would put it into the open anyway

[kaija-rayne-author]

Review 10.3 of Dragon Age Veilguard

74 hours in, 72 playtime

Obligatory disclaimer, feel free to jump to the cut if you've read it.

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I'm on media blackout while I play this, so I'm only getting second-hand info on how awful it is right now in the DA Fandom. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard

Section 10.2 here.

So. I didn't want to play tonight, didn't really have the energy. But I legitimately fear if I don't play for even one day, I'll drop it and not come back. I have ADHD, its a strong possibility, and I still want to see what happens in the story for myself.

I hereby announce that I am, in fact, Eating Crow. Game Lucanis is way better written and developed than in his intro story.

And Lucanis did let Emmerich help, after all. Plot hole taken care of.

That's it? That's all we get about The Titans? After all the previous foreshadowing, we get a single companion quest to find out and resolve (completely unrealistically) the entire issue of The Titans? Are you seriously kidding me?

I need a stronger word than flabbergasted.

Discombobulated. I'm discombobulated at the sheer level of mishandling so many incredibly important aspects have been treated to in this game.

Yes, it's nice to get confirmation about my guess to the history of Titans and Elvhenan... but are you seriously fucking kidding me?

Lucanis talks about coffee more than we get something as important as the Titans settled.

Anywaaaay.

Called it on the identity of the Gloom Howler. And the 'reason' for Isseya to be doing the exact opposite is 'she's been driven mad by 400 years of guilt for following orders'? Edit, it's been pointed out she's suffered the blight for 400 years, too. The blight, in the Lore, basically makes creatures start digging out dragon/arch demons. Because all they can hear is 'the song'. There have been speaking hurlocks working for the benefit of the unblighted. There's the Architect, who keeps showing up and is sane. If directly opposed to anything mortals would want. There's no support in the Lore for blight making someone mentally ill. I truly just feel it's bad writing.

That is so over the top ableist I'm not sure if I can describe it in small enough words why we shouldn't say grief and guilt makes us fucking mentally ill in a dangerous fashion! There isn't a mental illness that I'm aware of that includes a person completely reversing deeply held, sacred beliefs so they do the exact opposite of what they've previously sacrificed so much for.

Crazy and mad both mean mentally ill. That's why calling Isseya mad or crazy is ableist. Isseya would protect those griffins, She’d very possibly steal them to protect them from the wardens. I could see where, out of fear, she'd decide that the Wardens weren't worthy of the griffins after all.

What I cannot see is her sticking a knife into the skeletal remains of a 400 year old arch demon dragon and actually finding liquid blood. That's some foolish jurassic park nonsense. Thinking maybe she got it from the blood marrow? That's dried and almost dusty within a century. Or turned to a rocky like consistency. I don't care how magical the creature those bones came from was, that's just not happening. It's ridiculous.

What I cannot see is her then using that to infect the griffins she fought so hard to save from that very fate.

Last Fall wasn’t my favourite of the books. But both the writer and the character Isseya deserve fucking better than what the end of her story will likely be. I can think of two ways that dumpster fire could be satisfactorily fixed, but I have zero trust in the Bioware writers anymore, so I highly doubt they're going either direction.

And outright stating that too much emotion makes us dangerously mentally ill... I've always said Bioware had ableism problems. I've said they need to hire diversity editors.

I'm utterly appalled that they thought that whole storyline was even remotely okay on any level.

So. Do I have this right?

The Evanuris did lots of bad things. One of the worst was severing the Titans and the dwarves from their dreams.

The Evanuris bound themselves to high dragons, blighting them, and they did this for more power.

The blight is somehow The Titans' or dwarves or both severed dreams? If that's the case, the blight should now be receding or cured because the Titans have been 'fixed'. In a completely unrealistic and ridiculous manner that does a disservice to the whole damned Titan Evanuris war, but hey. I'm used to bad, nonsensical writing. Especially in this game.

Solas made the veil to imprison the Evanuris? Bad side effects. Which, in the Lore, include the death of magic in THEDAS and the eventual death of the realm itself. But we're apparently conveniently brushing that under the rug of bad writing to drive through a story that makes no sense.

He tied the veil, their prison, into their life essences.

So the theory they seem to be going with is that by killing the arch-demon dragon, the Evanuris will become mortal.

They were mortal before they bound dragons to themselves for more power. Mythal was mortal. She was murdered. (Oopsie, even bound to her dragon.) But the Evanuris, the first elves, didn't age and were eternal. They could be killed, sure, but just regular living, even inside a prison, wouldn't have killed them. So why exactly would all the other Evanuris be dead? Just killing their dragons wouldn't have killed them. If they were somehow dead... Wouldn't that have thinned the precious veil that they've spent three games, numerous books etc. stating was thin and as full of holes as my grandmothers crocheted doilies?

Somehow, the veil is completely all better now and holding back a world of blight that never existed in the fade except maybe in the black city? We've been to the fade several times in this game and seen no blight.

How exactly is the blight the corrupted dreams of dwarves or Titans? Does that make any sense to anyone else?

Does that mean that Genlocks (blighted dwarves) dream?

And the veil is what separates the world and magic/dreams/world of spirits?

If the so precious veil is tied to the life energy of the Evanuris... and the veil was created to contain them... what exactly is going to happen to said veil when those Evanuris die?

Either I've figured out the end of the story, or found plot holes the size of Texas if they try to say that veil is still in place once Gilly and Eggy are dead. (Why again are there only two Evanuris left? Have we gotten an answer to that? That makes any sense?)

They've made the answers to everything too pat and yet so convoluted they're tripping over things they've said are fact in this very game.

I just... how? Why? What the actual fuck? How is the writing in this so reprehensibly bad?

I can write better stories in my sleep FFS. And have. One of my published novellas was a dream before I wrote it down. And at least everything makes sense in it.

Section 11 here.

[schemmentisjacket]

Chapter 3 - Prep Day pt 3

Authors Note: Little something something about non binary queer new teacher coming in, leading to Melissa finding the one.

Seated between Jacob and Melissa, Charlie found themselves looking up to Ava on the stage, that second coffee was starting to hit and they found their leg bouncing as Ava worked through introductions.

C pov:

‘And finally our new fourth grade teacher. Look at that fine head of hair, damn you balancing out Ed Sheeran bringing down the ginger rating. This hottie is Dr Charlie Flinn.’ Ava announced down the microphone, as Melissas hand lands on your leg, making you jump slightly.

‘Dr ay?’ Melissa leant over into their ear ‘Looking like that coffee is hitting, you okay?’

You could feel Melissa’s hand burning through your jeans, as she rests her hand on your bouncing leg. ‘Mmhm, got a phd, not a medical one though, but you think I would have learnt too much coffee affects my adhd meds,’ you chuckled quietly, ��and being under the spotlight like this gets my anxiety going.’

The hand on your leg squeezed gently but doesn’t move, as you hear Ava move onto talking about a man a few seats down called Gregory.

The rest of the afternoon was spent moving more things into your classroom and sneaking glances across the corridor into Melissa’s room.

So far you’d realised she was a strong woman with a killer sense of humour who drove a stunning sports car, and had so far shown a softness towards you.

You couldn’t wait to learn more about Melissa Schemmenti.

M Pov:

It hit the Friday. You had been enjoying prep week. Watching the new teacher move in across the way. Everyday watching the different outfits and sneaker combo. One day cargos, another tight skinny jeans. Big hoodies, leather jackets, jean jackets. Assorted accessories. Always a pair of gloves.

Today they’d pulled up in a dark pair of oversized jeans, a flyers hoodie and a black jean jacket. Today they had a beanie perched on top of their head, their usual unruly quiff was flopped over their forehead poking out the hat.

‘Didn’t pitch you as a hockey fan,’ you called popping the trunk on her car to take out the last of the supplies she needed.

‘Yeah been watching since being a little kid. Lemme give you a hand with that,’ Charlie reached over, taking a couple of boxes out and into their arms.

‘I’ve never been. You’ll have to take me to a game sometime and come with me to the football. Ya’ know if you’d like?’ You threw out there, glancing at them as you shut the trunk and began heading towards the school.

Charlie smiled, hitching the boxes in their arm, you saw the muscles flexing in their upper arms, ‘Yeah that’d be real nice, we could maybe grab some food or something, before.’

‘Or I could cook? I’m Italian remember, I mean if you wanted to come over, though it might mean seeing Jacob. He’s staying with me at the moment cos him and his boyfriend broke up.’

‘Yeah that sounds nice, I’ll check the next few games season out and let you know, here pop your number in and I’ll drop you a message, work something out.’ They slid their phone from their jacket pocket awkwardly and passed it over to you.

You held the door open for them as you stepped through the main doors and into the school corridor, one hand tapping away into the device before slipping it back into to their pocket for them.

‘You feeling ready for next week when the kiddos get here?’

‘Absolutely cannot wait!’ Charlie grinned excitedly turning to look at you, up close you noticed a little scar on their lip, on the side that never quite curled up as much. Though you noticed when they spoke sometimes you caught a glimpse of something shiny. All week you’d slowly been noticing new things about them. Day two you had noticed they’d come in wearing a nose ring, they hadn’t the day before because they’d taken it out at the weekend. Just a small silver hoop in one nostril, matching the small silver hoop in one ear. A simple silver chain nothing thick or with any kind of charm.

‘I gotta ask what that is shining in your mouth,’ interest peaking, ‘I keep feeling like I’m going crazy seeing something.’

‘Oh this?,’ Charlie asked, raising their lip higher, the scarred lip twisting and their nose crinkling as they activated their facial muscles, to reveal a silver canine tooth. ‘Cracked tooth. One year at hockey camp in College. Someone was throwing slurs during the game and big hits at me and my team mates, so we dropped gloves. I got a cracked tooth and he got a free nose job. It’s the only time I’ve ever thrown a punch. Called my best mate the F word.’

‘On second thoughts maybe you should keep the mug I leant you Rocky.’ You could feel the heat rising across my chest and neck. The idea of them as a sweaty hockey player fighting. ‘You’re full of suprises.’

Charlie laughed softly, ‘Nah, not much going on with me really.’

You raised an eyebrow, I’m not so sure.’

The day passed quickly, with everyone focusing on finishing touches for the kids arrival on Monday and before you knew it Charlie was tapping on the doorway.

‘Hey I’m heading out. Just wanted to say have a great weekend. I’ll see you Monday.’ Charlie said slouching against the door way casually.

‘You coming in all swagged out like that for the students?’ You asked, giving their sleek casual look a once over. Looking back up you caught them watching you expectantly.

‘Ah Melissa, you have no idea.’ They throw a wink in your direction as they back out the room, ‘Something for you to look forward to.’

You let out a sigh. They had no idea.

Your phone buzzed.

From: unknown number

Took me a while to find you in my phone ‘Red Hot Italian 🤌🏻 🇮🇹’ thought I’d drop mine over incase you needed anything.

Don’t miss me too much, it’s only two days.

Your Favourite Newbie 🤓

Save New Contact:

Handsome Hockey Rocky 🏒💪🏻

[soullust]

meeksy headcanonsss

hopeless romantic but hides it well (most of the time) 

he loves horror movies to a worrying degree. and splatterpunk but not as much

in my mind he’s like . so insane and deranged 

honest to god believes in ghosts

pyromaniac . he loves setting shit on fire. deffo made a molotov coctail b4

his love languages are acts of service n words of affirmation

n possibly physical touch ...

really likes body mods but doesn't get too many bc he overthinks about them too much

learning comes naturally to him, so he doesn't have a strong work ethic when it comes to academics. gifted kid syndrome, basically :)

he’s in for a fucking surprise veeery soon (the burnoutttt...)

computer engineering major linguistics minor but he barely graduates college bc. well… :)

has a significantly older sister and was a rainbow baby

also him and his sister share a birthday

was raised extremely religious (catholic)

children love him. hes mildly scared of children

transmasc gay demisexual and you cant convince me otherwise 

n yes, i do have a hc deadname for him . lmk if youre curious

can drive but doesn't like it

also generally dislikes cars and cannot be be bothered to buy one so he just borrows one from his friends or sister when he needs one.

whenever his sister gets a new ar she just gives him her old one bc he really shouldn't be 27 and carless, especially in usamerica

talks with his hands alot

bruises so very fucking easily. like holy shit he looks like a VICTIM

prefers tea

drinks coffee but takes it super sweet with a lot of milk / creamer that it might as well me a milkshake 

polyglot . he’s fluent in like four languages and knows other four at a somewhat conversable level 

like charlie he prob has adhd and gets hyperfixated on random things

can do tattoos and has a very basic tattoo kit. does stick-n-pokes too

practiced on pitts todd and himself at some point 

the results aren’t bad but its kinda obvious they weren’t done by a professional

can play piano and cello but doesn’t do it often. mostly when his parents want him to impress their friends 

i take headcanon and one-shot requests btw

[daka-d3monb0y]

1- What's the name of your AU if there is one? If no official name what would you call it?

Time Variant Authority/ Time Travel AU

2- What is the most prominent differing factor between your AU and the original source Material?

Time travel was discovered by The Creator, though he deemed it too powerful and catastrophic to use. Eclipse got his grubby little hands on it and just had it. Monty discovers it and is the first to use it.

3- What is your favorite character in the source material and who's your favorite character within your AU?

In canon I Miku is my favorite character xD, I just like the chaos she brings. In this AU my favorite character in this is Eclipse. He's more of an evil Solar actually and that's what's interesting to me.

4- Are any of the characters in a relationship (QPR, Romantic, Emotional, ect.)? If so what are the most defined ones you've built so far, and within the universe how did their bond come along?

There are canon romantic relationships. But I go into Eclipse's relationship with Puppet a lot, we see how they fell apart by his actions when he's time travelling. Monty and Moon's relationship is vital to the story, Moon is a kind of key character to the universe itself.

5-What 'fanfic tropes/fanfic tags' does your AU use?

Uhhhhhh I have no clue.

6-Do any characters within your AU have any disabilities (mental or physical)?

Monty has ADHD, Sun has anxiety and OCD, Moon is "eccentric", Eclipse is a sociopath, and Puppet has PTSD. Uhh idk what else.

7- Do any characters have familial bond amongst eachother? If so how strong are their bonds, and how did they come about?

The family bond is very important to this story. Eclipse is Lunar's father in this so their relationship is important. As the AU progresses Eclipse becomes addicted to time travel and the power he has being able to change time itself, he ends up isolating himself from Lunar and the rest of his family.

Sun and Moon were made by Creator, separating made Eclipse, he made Lunar, Earth is made by Creator. Bloodmoon and KC were never made/born, instead Moon, Eclipse, and Lunar have parts of the homicide code.

8- What are the ages of the characters in your au? Or are the ageless/immortal?

Robots (for the main variant of this AU). Everyone is adults except Lunar.

9- what's the general world like? Is it futuristic, modern, apocalyptic, post-apocalyptic, does it take place mainly in a coffee shop or something of the sort?

Starts out in the Pizzaplex, they're just doing their jobs. Moon dies actually, Monty time travels Eclipse follows him. Eclipse keeps doing it, changing the dimension as he pleases.

[Moon never invented portal travel, or doesn't until later. So nobody knew there were other dimensions, it was kinda just a theory Moon had.]

10 - are you working on any fanworks (fanfic, askblogs, rp blogs, animation, comics, ect.) about this au? If so link them!

I'd like to make a comic-type thing for this, but it will mostly be written out and released on Wattpad and AO3.

11 - What is the worst thing(s) that happened to a character(s)? Did they have a tough life, a loss, or anything of the sort? If so what? How did it affect them?

It starts out "happy". In the way of there isn't the craziness and adventures the canon has. There's just the Pizzaplex. I'll explain later in the story how the homicide code was an important thing earlier but is no longer as much anymore. Moon never fully trusts Eclipse, especially around people.

12 - what's the best thing(s) that happened to a character(s)? How did it affect them?

Uhhhh July 16th never happened. So yay. Maybe I'll add an adult Evelien. Creator doesn't appear as bad as he is in canon.

13 - Did you take any unique design choices for any of the characters? If so describe or show them off!

I plan to draw but for now have Gacha designs (the designs can/ might change)

14 - What character(s) in the AU have been worked on and built up the most and what are they like?

Eclipse is the main character, and kind of the villain in the story. I go into Lunar a lot too.

15 - What is your least favorite character in the source material, and what's your least favorite character in your au?

Vegeta. I love him, but I hate him. He's so cringe. Probably in the AU too, because I need some chaos.

16- Is there any major personality changes you made to the characters?

Lunar mostly. He's considered a kid but he matures a lot throughout the story. He's a lot more like his dad than he should be.

17 - What is the most 'out of character' thing in your AU?

Idk I try to keep them pretty close to the original scouse material?

18 - How long have you been working on this AU?

A few days tbh xD.

19 - Is there any OC's or self-inserts? If so what are they like and how do they affect the story?

I don't use OCs in fanfiction media.

20 - What inspired this AU?

There's somewhere in an Astral Spiff video (I think in a few) where he explains when doing tasks out of order in SB you have to be careful to not skip one of Moon's segments or he jumpscares you. That's been called TVA Moon, and the inspiration for this AU.

21 - Has your AU steered off of your original plan for it at all? If so do you like how its changed? If it stayed the same what's the base idea for it exactly?

I accidentally started writing it as a Human AU variant, so throughout the story you see two parallel dimensions. Both the Eclipses will technically meet.

22 - Do you have any variations of this specific AU? If you do how do they differ amongst eachother?

Oh. Well, yeah, the human variant. And later when you're at the TVA you see hundreds of people time travelling.

23 - Does this AU bring you comfort/was it made for comfort?

No. It's very angst heavy. It starts with Moon's death, there is nothing comforting about this.

24 - Is this your only TSBS AU or do you have any other ones? If other ones is this one your favorite?

I have a bunch. I mostly write for my Main Human AU. I enjoyed working on it.

25 - What parts of the AU are you proudest of?

The reveal of TVA Moon. He just throws Eclipse on the ground and drags him through a portal. It's really funny, and the whole AU has always been about him even tho we follow Eclipse.

26 - Do you keep this AU mostly private to yourself? If so why?

No. I just have only been working on this for a few days lol.

27 - would you consider this AU to be dark, light, fluffy, or what would it fall under and why?

Dark probably. It's got angst, Eclipse destroying his life and dimension, hurting his family. Yeah :P

[beginning-writer]

Can we talk about how Lancelot's marks glow when he is near fire in the first episode?

So, i was rewatching Cursed on the netflix for the god know how many time, and i just tought like: "Oh i should try to pay a bit more of attention to the details this time, after all i'm writing a fanfic, this would help me a lot in the criative process." But then my eyes catch in the very first scene of the Weeping monk and i just notice his tear marks glow bright red when he is in the woods burning, killing the moon wings.

My mind absolutely stoped when i saw that. Cause what do you mean Lancelot's, marks glow and i never noticed that? What kind of incredibly effective and devilish wicked spell is that? Or perhaps that was just my ADHD working again... Anyways, i am just absolutely obsessed whit this.

OK, SO WHAT IF LANCELOT'S MARKS COULD GLOW WHIT MORE THAN JUST FIRE?

Any incredibly unlucky person who has the pleasure of knowing me know that i am absolutely hiperfocused in the Arthurian legends, but i still don't know how to deepens this hiperfixation since i didn't born in one of those countries where the Arthurian legends are part of their folklore. But one specific thing about Lancelot got in my mind, that is the fact that he cries a lot, but also doesn't know how to express himself properly, and then i just got this idea when i saw the marks glowing: "What if i could make this glowing marks thing a way of him expressing emotions since he is bad whit words and facial expressions?"

And that's exactly what am i going to do.

From now on, i have this headcanon that Lancelot's marks glow when he feels too strong emotions or feelings. For example: If he is too embarassed, along whit his blushing cheeks, his marks will glow slight pink too. And if he is too sad, his marks will glow in deep wine-color.

But what if i could go even further?

Hear me out in this one. The idea of Lancelots marks glow whit strong feeling and emotions is cool, right? But what if it went further?

I don't know how to explain, (actually i do but that's just cause i like how it sounds) but how about the idea of the Ashfolk having inner marks?

This might sound like a crazy idea or one of those you just have at 03:06 AM while is surviving on only coffee and refuses to sleep. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL IN MY MIND. Like, they have tear marks that possibly glow in the fire, but what if they also had inner marks in their lungs and heart that also can glow whit overwhelming feelings?

And that could also give and opening for a possible fire power, cause if they marks glow inside their bodys and react to the fire, who said they cannot actually procreate fire, more especificly fey fire?

I am probably going to be more obcene than i expected but, can you only imagine if Lancelot were having sex whit someone (i'd say Gawain but if you're a Nimulot shipper that fits too) and he is just so overwhelmed whit the pleasure and wonderful new sensations that his heart and lungs glow in pleasure while he archs his back and moan like a fucking wh0re gripping the bed sheets as if for his dear life? well i can, and it's absolutely marving.

And finally, conclusion.

My point is, i didn't notice it the first time i watched, but this is just a too good oportunity for head canons and roamtic fanfics promps to just let it pass.

My head canon is made, and is not just about him but the hole ashfolk. They have marks inside their bodies, in the lugs and heart, and the obvious ones in the face. And the marks glow whit strong or overwhelming feelings/emotions, or when they are near/surrounded by fire.

And just for the sake of it, the last part on the "What if i could go even further" topic was just cause i saw a reblogged post by @lancedoncrimsonwings of a suggestion of a fic called "Came a lot" of the weeping monk by @baezen, and i just tought it whoul fit in very well.

Hunted kisses for you❤️

[paracosmicparadox]

So, I'm falling back into the FFXV kick, and I have decided that I disapprove of how little complex character development Square Enix has given the guys?? Like where is the emotional depth beyond surface-level cutscene angst?? So I took matters into my own hands and have compiled a handy little list of headcanons / expanded canons that I think make sense.

Noctis: Has clinical insomnia and frequent lucid dreams (sorta a given, but bear w me bear w me)

Feels the weight of having to take so much on from such a young age much, much more than he lets on

Loves to argue

Would've been happier if he and Luna stayed as childhood best-buds rather than betrothed fiancés (controversial, ik, but it just didn't seem like he cared that much for her romantically to me?? Like he obviously cared about her, but it seemed like a really strong penpal vibe rather than a "We're-gonna-get-married-and-be-the-next-hotshot-couple" vibe. If you disagree, coolio, I'm not gonna debate w you on this one)

Has a natural sadness to his eyes regardless of what he's feeling

Went through an anime phase (possibly still in his anime phase, idk)

Social anxiety for the win

Severe RBF

Prefers tea over coffee (black tea is best---particularly lavender earl grey)

Can play the cello (practicing tho?? Don't know her)

Writes the most beautiful poetry when The Motivation™ strikes him (usually when he's home sick and half-delirious)

Prompto: Has ADHD and clinical anxiety, but is undiagnosed and doesn't take any meds for either of them.

Is legit like SO SMART, but can never focus, so not many people take any notice

Wears contact lenses (he had glasses as a child and I refuse to believe he had some high-tech corrective surgery to eliminate the need for them when lenses are cheaper and less risky)

Doesn't drink caffeine because it makes him jittery

Doesn't drive the Regalia when the guys are around because having other people in the car distracts him from the road. Also he tends to drive like a speed demon, which worries Ignis to no end.

Sunburns insanely easily

Could legit become a hitman if he wanted to with the amount of gun-knowledge he has. It doesn't matter what firearm you put in this boy's hand---pistol, SMG, sniper, rocket launcher, you name it. He can and will hit the target every single time.

Addicted to adrenaline

Pansexual

Has a lot of self-loathing (we see a bit of this in Ep. Prompto) and talks with an online therapist about it via text whenever his lows hit him. He's making great progress in learning how to heal and how to accept himself for who he is beyond the mask he wears for others

Ignis: More than a little bit of a control freak, and works very hard not to be too overbearing or critical about his friends' misgivings

Hypochondriac

Wants to protect everyone all the time and mentally kicks himself when he doesn't get there fast enough

Is SO PROUD of Noctis's journey and felt a stronger hatred towards Ardyn than anyone else in the group for what he forced Noct to go through (he stayed up at night sick to his stomach with hollow rage and baked nonstop to take his mind off of it)

Can verbally obliterate a man, but only rarely chooses to do so bc he's classy like that

After losing his eyes, he notices so much more beauty in the world than he used to (the sound of rain on the Regalia's roof, the specific gait of each of his friends, the smell of salt on the wind in Galdin Quay, the flawless feel of one specific silk tie he has in his repertoire, etc)

His internal compass is never wrong

Regularly takes antacids for his stomach

Has the straightest teeth you've ever seen

Demiromantic

Gladio: Hates being wrong: it's his way or the highway

Actually so much smarter than the musclehead jock front he puts up

A little vain and easily jealous (this man has a Jealous Face like no other)

Thunderstorms are his favorite; his ideal place to be is at a campsite, during a storm, with a well-worn book and a mug of Irish coffee in hand

Would throw himself in front of a bus for any one of his friends

Would beat up kids for the folks he cared about in middle school and spent the time he wasn't training to be a Crownsguard sitting in detention with the most unrepentant, smug, and-I'd-do-it-again look scrawled across his face

Can make a better smoothie than anyone (except maybe Iggy)

Spotify junkie

Had a dinosaur phase as a kid and can still name random facts about them whenever the opportunity presents itself

Avid technology-hater and only has a phone to make calls and join the others in playing King's Knight since they begged him so profoundly (he's sure the thing's going to be his downfall)

Gets most of Prompto's pop culture references

[peachdoxie]

I don't think I ever really processed the trauma I went through in OCD treatment and reblogging that comic about OCD the other day really triggered me and arghhhhhhh I don't know what to do about it. Thoughts I guess.

The main thing is like, any time I would express doubts that I actually have OCD, my therapist (who specialized in OCD) would tell me that doubting that I have OCD is actually a very common symptom of OCD, and it felt like he refused to actually listen to my doubts when I was like "my avoidance happens because there's some block in my brain that I can't get past and it's not rooted in anxiety."

Like, because he thought I had OCD that meant that any thought or behavior I expressed automatically was because of OCD and not like, adhd, autism, fibromyalgia, sensory processing disorder, etc. It felt like my only options were to agree with him (which I didn't want to do because I don't!) or continue arguing and therefore just confirm what he already thought.

And like honestly it made me almost question my sense of reality when I was like "I'm avoiding this thing because I'm worried the physical exertion will trigger an asthma attack or tachycardia event or fibromyalgia flare up or migraine" and he'd be like "but what if it doesn't and you're fine?" and I was like "I can't take that risk because of how long it takes me to recover from these health issues" then he'd say "OCD treatment is about learning that you can and have to work through discomfort and, yes, even pain" and honestly if not for the fact that I have a strong sense of self and years of experience to back this up, I might have started to doubt that my health issues were really as bad (even though they are!) as I was perceiving them.

Like one exercise I had to do was increase my anxiety (to show myself that I can handle anxiety) by hyperventilating through a coffee stirrer for a set number of seconds, and I was supposed to do it even if I was going to black out but when I said I felt like that was too risky for me because of the aforementioned health issues (the tachycardia especially) he just kept trying to convince me to do it even though I kept saying I don't think I should!

And he kept suggesting things to convince me to do tasks, like if I don't do xyz by our next appointment I have to donate ALL of my savings to a political cause I disagree with, and I was like "that just creates more anxiety for me because I genuinely do not think I can do this thing because my brain won't let me!" That was the last session I saw him because I cancelled after that.

Honestly I think the main reasons OCD therapy was so traumatic for me were 1) I constantly felt invalidated when I expressed concerns and 2) I was being misinterpreted by someone who refused to listen to me. That second one is something that actually really bothers me a lot and some of the biggest falling outs I've had with friends in high school were when they misinterpreted something I said as malicious and used it against me. But the invalidation of my concerns goes right along with it.

The thing is too the part of me that does have perseverance and anxiety—not the logical side of me, that is—still worries that maybe he was right all along and I do have OCD and all of my problems are just because I don't think I can do something so I don't, even though my logical brain can point to all of the evidence contrary to that worry.

Like yeah, I do have intrusive thoughts that cause my anxiety, but I'm pretty good at handling them. And my avoidance is based in past experience of "if I trigger one of my health issues by doing one of these specific things that have triggered them in the past, it will make the rest of my week very difficult as I struggle to recover and play catch-up." It's like, what anxiety I have is most often based in very real, very tangible worries—and even now, I'm struggling not to start spiraling about it, so I'll stop before I get there.

Tbh the only good thing to come out of those six months of hell was the conclusion that the vast majority of my problems aren't caused by anxiety and that there is something else going on, whether it's autism, adhd, fibromyalgia, or whatever. I'm not sure it outweighs the trauma, but hey I learned something I guess.

Tbh I try not to be too pissed at myself for seeking OCD treatment in the first place and basically wasting my leave of absence by making minimal progress. I decided to listen to the therapist who diagnosed me (different from the OCD treatment therapist) instead of going with my idea of seeking help from an autism/adhd therapist, because I tend to defer to authorities on things like that—though I will say, the negativity and fearmongering on Tumblr around getting autism/adhd diagnoses certainly didn't help.

I think overall it's frustrating because I will never get closure with the OCD therapist. He will always have misinterpreted me and refused to listen to me, and I'll just have to live with that.

It's also frustrating because I don't think either therapist necessarily did anything wrong, per se, since they were looking at what evidence they had from their experience in their fields, which certainly biased them—and they both admitted to me that they don't know much about autism or adhd, and I should have taken that as a yellow flag and bailed sooner—and I'm going to shut up because the spiral is starting again.

Anyway if you read all this, thanks I guess. I'm mostly just train of thought writing to get the thoughts out of my head (perseveration is a symptom of OCD but also of adhd/autism and I need to keep reminding myself that). Please don't give me advice or suggest I reach out to either therapist please. Compassion only.

Please also don't try to convince me that I do have OCD because I don't need someone encouraging my anxiety spiral.

[8-bit-fanfic]

Too tired to do my usual bit, but wanted to give a lil idea for Sanders Sides fanfic :3

Idea: Logan is overworking again, and Roman is the one who finds him in the middle of the night. Logan's still typing away. Roman, as a part of Creativity, has the same habit and knows all too well how exhausted Logan will be in the morning. Roman helps Logan stop working and do some self-care of Sleeping And Taking A Goddamn Break. Hurt/comfort style, platonic Logince.

Sorry for it being kinda long. No pressure to write this (/gen). Just wanted to share an idea to help inspire you :D

See ya around! (/lh)

(@oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat)

thank u so much for the prompt. this was written by me, logan. the logan fictive. i projected onto it pretty hard lol

IT’S PAST THREE A.M. A wave of hunger so strong it nearly knocked him out of his chair hit Logan full-body. He took in a deep breath to calm the nausea, and after a moment of sitting with his head in his hands, a hand rested on his back. He stiffened. 

“Logan,” Roman said softly. 

He held up a finger. Roman rubbed his back gently. After the nausea passed, Logan looked up, and he could tell he looked tired, he looked broken, upset… he wished he could hide it. He couldn’t. 

“Come here,” he said and opened his arms. 

Logan stood and fell into the prince’s embrace. He nuzzled into his neck, and Roman held him. 

Roman was Logan’s best friend, through and through. There was nothing in this world they couldn’t get through, not if it were an outside conflict or one between the two of them. They would figure it out. Always. 

Roman cooked Logan a meal and made a pot of coffee—with Logan having ADHD, it would calm him enough to get him to sleep. It worked like a charm, and he slept in late the next morning. Though he was frustrated, and went to Roman to complain, Roman had a smug smile on his face. 

“You gotta stop overworking yourself,” Roman said. 

“Coming from you?” Logan rolled his eyes. 

But Roman just smiled. Because he knew Logan was trying. 

And Logan would get better. 

this was more on the comfort end of hurt/comfort, but don't worry i know it'll be evened out :)

[rolandtowen]

Chapter 5 is here and she is a CHONKER! (for me at least lol, over 3,000 words).

This chapter deals with Bucky's sensory issues. Read on Ao3 or under the cut!

warning: this chapter includes brief details and descriptions of pain-stimming using a fidget toy. this kind of stimming is NOT framed as self-harm, but proceed with caution if you believe you may find this triggering.

“Tell me about your week, Bucky.”

Bucky’s back in Brooklyn, in Carlos’ office. He hated leaving Louisiana in the winter, but he did still technically live here. Plus, he was occasionally still needed for Avenger’s related issues. New York is convenient, he tells himself. That’s why he hasn’t moved completely to Louisiana yet. Not because he’s too nervous to let Sam know how much he loves him, of course not – 

“You with me, Bucky?”

“Oh, yes. Sorry. This week’s been weird.”

“How so?”

“I feel like I’ve been doing all the things you say will help with the trauma – eating well, making time for my hobbies, listening to my body, all that shit – and I still feel like I’m sliding backwards sometimes.”

“Did something specific happen this week?”

Bucky nods. “Sam came by for a few days, and he took me out to this coffee shop. Apparently he really wanted to try their chicory coffee, whatever that means – anyway, we got our coffee like normal folks do, and then…”

“Then?” Carlos prompts gently. 

“This kiddo, couldn’t have been more than a toddler, started wailing. I don’t know why, but it – I got almost angry ”, Bucky whispers the word like it’s something shameful. “At this little kid I didn’t know. Sam didn’t even react, so that’s how I knew it was something about me. I was wrong.”

Carlos nods in understanding. “And what did that anger feel like in your body?”

Bucky thinks for a moment. “My heart rate went up, and all I wanted to do was leave, run. I just wanted the noise to stop.” He shudders, thinking about the intrusive thoughts that had raced through his mind when the kid was crying. 

“What happened then?”

“Sam noticed I was, shaking, I guess? He got our coffees to go. And I felt a lot better when we had our coffee in the park, but I was still – scared. And frustrated.”

“Why did you feel like that?” Carlos asks. 

"It's just - it's so frustrating because I feel like I'm getting better, you know? I'm putting in the work to deal with my trauma and then it gets undone by a crying baby." 

Carlos pauses his writing. "You are doing really good work, Bucky. I don't want to minimize that. But I also want to explore another avenue for why you reacted so strongly in the coffee shop." He takes a sip of water, then asks: "I know from the files that the serum heightened your physical capabilities. Do you think that also applies to your senses? Touch, hearing, sight, that sort of thing." 

"I'm…not sure," Bucky admits. 

"For example, do you find yourself hearing things others can't?" 

Bucky's face falls. "Doc, I'm not crazy." 

"I'm not saying you are," Carlos assures him. "But, if you pause and listen to this room, what can you hear?" 

Bucky takes a deep breath, then starts listing off what he can hear: "My breathing, the traffic outside, when you write things down, I can hear that lamp flickering – do you have a mini fridge behind your desk?" 

Carlos' lips quirk up. "How did you know?" 

"The fridge in my apartment - it makes the same kind of sound." 

"Describe it to me." 

"It's like a buzzing? Not the same sound as a light bulb, but close. A little bit of a lower frequency. Wait, can – can you not hear it?" 

Carlos shakes his head. "Based on what you're describing, I'd say you have a very strong sense of hearing. Most people cannot hear things like fridges or light bulbs. Some people have sensory processing issues because of other conditions, like autism and ADHD, but I suspect the main cause for you is the serum enhancement." 

"It makes sense," Bucky says. "I already had decent senses before the war, that's why they made me a sniper. And the serum..." He trails off. 

"Amplifies everything," Carlos finishes. 

Bucky sighs. "I'm guessing you don't have any advice on bringing my senses back down to a normal level?" 

"I'm afraid neuroscience is not my expertise," Carlos picks up his pen again. "But, I can give you advice on how to accommodate your senses. Would you like to start with that?" 

Bucky nods, and Carlos gives him a list of things to try, which he dutifully writes down in his notebook. "Since we're trying to lessen how much sensory input you're getting, I think you should try out a pair of noise canceling headphones." Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Not for when you're in the field. But when you're just out and about. They don't block out everything, so you should still feel like you can be alert." Bucky nods, satisfied with that. 

"You should also get a white noise machine to turn on at night to help you sleep. I know you kinda used the TV for that, but I think you're liking not having the news on all the time, yeah?" Bucky chuckles at that. "And if that's not enough to soundproof your apartment, we can talk about some other options." 

"So my homework for this week is to invest in the 21st century, huh?" 

Carlos laughs. "We've certainly come a long way in providing accommodations since the 1940s. So yes, try these things out, and keep a note of if they help. Also, I want you to make notes this week whenever you notice a sensation that you either strongly like or strongly dislike. So, a crying baby would be a strong dislike." 

"Definitely," Bucky agrees. 

"Next time we meet we can use your likes and dislikes to determine what's working and where you might need some more support." 

A few months ago, Bucky would have balked at the idea of "support" and "accommodations". But now he just reaches to shake Carlos' hand. "See you next week, doc."

On his way home from therapy, Bucky texts the most tech-savvy person he knows: Shuri. 

B: working on some sensory stuff in therapy. doc says I should get some noise canceling headphones, you got any advice? And a white noise machine, not quite sure what that is.  

Despite the time difference between Brooklyn and Wakanda, his text is read almost immediately and he sees the three dots pop up that mean Shuri's typing. 

S: I'm sending you some options. Expect a delivery tomorrow. 

Bucky rolls his eyes. 

B: I could've bought them myself, princess. 

S: and miss the opportunity to spoil my favorite white boy? of course not 

True to her word, several boxes show up to Bucky's apartment the next morning. One of them is marked as CAUTION: Heavy Load, which Bucky lifts easily. Poor delivery guys. He drags everything into his apartment before texting Shuri. 

B: I hope you paid those delivery guys well. One of these boxes is pretty heavy 

S: oh good, it’s meant to be

S: and yes, I paid them well. unbox everything and call or text me if you have questions

Bucky puts his phone down and sets about opening each box. One is full of several types of headphones and one small box he thinks must be a white noise machine; the heavy box has one item in it, a large blanket. Bucky hefts it out of the box and estimates it must weigh over thirty pounds. He puts it on his lap while he opens the last box, which is full of an assortment of colorful, plastic items. These, he thinks, he definitely has questions about. 

First though, he tests out the headphones. The fit of each pair is a little different, and he finally settles on a silver pair. The padding fits nicely around his ears but it’s not overly snug. He follows the little instruction manual to get them turned on and connected to his phone. When he turns the noise canceling on, a calm rushes over him. 

The fridge, the lights, the AC, the traffic noise – the headphones make it all barely audible. My God, Bucky thinks. This is what everyone else hears? Experimentally, he brings his right hand up next to his ear and snaps his fingers. Just like Carlos said, he can still hear noises close to him, but on a scale of intensity, all of the sound has been brought down from a ten to a three. He can even hear his breathing a bit better, which should be good for grounding. 

He slides the headphones off and braces himself against the rush of noise. It’s not as unpleasant as the cafe had been, but it’s still a noticeable difference. He goes ahead and sets up the white noise machine too, flipping through the different programmed sounds. The fan noises feel a little too reminiscent of his time in cryostasis, and the fire noise is the exact opposite of relaxing. He decides on one that sounds like the ocean – he likes the rhythm of it, and it reminds him a bit of Delacroix. He sets it on the floor of his bedroom to turn on at night, then turns his attention back to the last few items. He unlocks his phone and shoots off another text. 

B: why is the blanket…heavy?

S: weighted blankets are commonly used by people with anxiety and sensory issues. They’re supposed to be 10% of a person’s body weight, and last time I checked in Wakanda, you weighed almost 300 pounds

S: do you like it? It’s okay if you don’t 

Bucky sits down on the couch and drags the blanket across him. He does like it. It’s heavy enough that he can feel the pressure, but not so heavy that he feels restrained. The blanket also spreads the pressure evenly across his body, so he doesn’t feel like he’s tied up or anything. 

B: it’s nice

B: what’s with the box of plastic?

S: fidget toys. Good for keeping your hands busy or adding some extra stimulus discreetly. 

He idly picks up one of the “fidget toys”, a plastic cylinder covered with rounded spikes. His grip tightens a bit, and for some reason his body relaxes at the nearly-painful feedback. Shuri really knows what she’s talking about. 

B: how do you know so much about this?

S: I didn’t become the lead scientist of the most advanced nation in the world as a teenager by being neurotypical, james. 

Bucky laughs at that. 

B: touche

B: seriously, thank you

S: of course

That night, Bucky updates his lists in his journal. 

Like: 

Sarah’s cooking

Hugs from the boys

Touch from Sam 

Water sounds

Weighted blanket

Headphones from Shuri

Warm baths

Dislike: 

Loud noises 

Crowds

Strangers touching me

He switches on the white noise machine and drifts off to sleep.

He learns that his likes and dislikes are often paired together. A package deal. For instance, he likes having a cup of hot tea when he’s reading, but dislikes the shrieking noise the kettle makes when it comes to temperature. He also learns that remembering to use his accommodations is half the battle. Eventually he stops setting the headphones down every time he takes them off and just leaves them around his neck. 

Two days after therapy, he feels bold enough to venture outside with his headphones on. The noise of the street, while not completely overwhelming, is still something he finds unpleasant. Especially when there’s a loud honk or a car backfiring. With the headphones on, he easily makes his way to the coffee shop without flinching once. He wants to send Sam a bag of their coffee to make up for him having to cut their date short. The door swings open, and Bucky can tell that the coffee shop is bustling with customers, though the volume of sound doesn’t increase much. 

He makes his way to the register and removes his headphones before he talks to the cashier, because that feels most polite. The noise comes back tenfold, but he grips the spiky fidget he’d attached to his key ring, and he’s able to focus enough to get his order in. As soon as he can, he slips his headphones back on and waits for his order to be called. 

“Latte for James?” A redheaded barista calls out. Bucky takes the cup from her and whispers a “thank you”. He slips the coffee grounds he bought Sam into his backpack, and beelines for the park. There, he sips his coffee and updates his notebook. 

Like: spiky fidget

He vaguely wonders if there'd be a way for him to order without needing to take off his headphones. Sure, he could write his order down and give it to the cashier, but he'd still have to pay, and it seems like every store nowadays has some set up where you have to wait for a cue from the cashier to swipe your card yourself. Maybe…

Bucky whips out his phone and searches the internet for the coffee shop's website. He clicks on it and scrolls, his eyes lighting up when he sees a button labeled “online order”. He could order his coffee and pay for it online, and then just pop into the store for thirty seconds to pick it up. 

Fine. The 21st century is pretty cool. 

He finishes his coffee and begins his walk back to his apartment. November in New York is a bitter thing, biting at any of his exposed skin. He wears gloves most of the time anyway to hide his metal arm, but other than that, he rarely pays attention to how he's dressing. 

Sam likes to mother hen him, telling him to put on a jacket or add a scarf. In the past, he's insisted that he's used to it, that he runs hot, or he's just fallen back on I'm the Winter Soldier, dammit . But as he ducks his head against the wind and turns the collar of his coat up, he knows that Sam has been right all along. Just because he was made to withstand freezing temperatures doesn't mean he has to. 

When he gets back to his apartment, he updates his list yet again. 

Dislike: cold

“So, how did this week go for you?” Carlos asks, notepad at the ready. 

“I feel like I learned a lot. I kept track of what you said.” 

“Do you want to share some of what you learned?”

Bucky nods. “I already knew I liked some stuff, like Sarah's food, hanging out with the boys, and touch from Sam. And Sam, uh, got me hooked on bath bombs the other week, so I like that too.” Carlos nods in understanding. “As for the tech you recommended, my friend Shuri sent me some stuff.” He gestures to the silver headphones around his neck. “These - these have been a lifesaver. I like the white noise too, but I think these are the best invention of the century.” 

“I'm glad the accommodations are helping,” Carlos smiles warmly as he makes a note. “We talked extensively last time about sensations you don't like, and now you've identified sensations that you do like.” Bucky nods. “So your task for this next week is to actively incorporate those pleasurable sensations. Sensory self-care means avoiding triggers, yes, but we should also focus on the glimmers too.”

“Glimmers?” Bucky asks. Dr. Raynor had never used that term with him. 

“You're familiar with triggers, yes?”

Bucky shrugs. “Trigger means something very specific for me, like the trigger words.” 

“Ah.” Understanding crosses Carlos’ face. “Yes, you do have quite a unique experience with triggers. But generally speaking, triggers are things which activate your stress responses, like fight or flight,” Carlos explains while Bucky nods. “Your triggers you identified this week were loud noises, crowds, touch from strangers, and cold. A glimmer is the opposite of a trigger – it calms your nervous system.” 

“Like a warm bath, or a cup of tea?” 

“Absolutely,” Carlos beams at him. “So keep using your accommodations, but every day, try and notice at least one glimmer. You may have to seek them out, or they could come naturally. Just make sure to notice and write down at least one a day. Make sense?” 

Bucky nods, already formulating a plan in his mind.

Bucky goes to therapy on Fridays, so that if he has a hard session, he has the weekend to recover before going back to saving the world. He slips his headphones on before stepping out into the street and finding his flow in the evening rush of people walking home. In a few taps, he's ordered a tea for pickup from the coffee shop he went to with Sam. He slips in and out without having to take off his headphones, and breathes a sigh of relief. Next stop: Prospect Park. 

Manhattan may have Central Park, but Bucky? Bucky has always had Prospect. He finds his way to the lakeshore and scopes out a bench. The park is less busy in December, so he has no problems finding a good spot. He pulls his scarf closer to him as he sits – one that Sarah made for him last Christmas – and he sips his tea. 

It’s a mint tea, sweetened with three sugar packets. God, Bucky thinks. Even that is strange to him. And not just because HYDRA deprived him of these little luxuries, putting him on a feeding tube for seventy years – even before HYDRA, Bucky had to ration things like sugar, spices, coffee. Most folks he talks to today know about the rations of sugar and other foodstuffs. They don’t seem to understand how pervasive rationing was, especially coming out of the Depression. Not only did they stuff newspaper in Steve’s shoes, trying to make his dad’s pairs fit his slim frame, but Bucky had to learn how to sew, to darn socks, to grow a few meager vegetables and herbs – and now he’s able to pick up sugar packets whenever he damn well pleases, with no one checking his stamps. 

It wasn’t just HYDRA that messed with his ability to care for himself – his whole damn life, Bucky Barnes has been controlled , by himself or others. He ate less so Steve could eat more; he went to war, not because he enlisted, but because he was drafted; he fell into the clutches of HYDRA, and was forced to do unspeakable things, things that haunt him at night; he had a little peace in Wakanda, but he was still there under T’Challa and Shuri’s control to undo his brainwashing. And after all of that, after all the pain and suffering he’s gone through over the course of his long life, he submits to the control of the US government, of Dr. Raynor, and even John Walker for a brief spell. 

God, Bucky is so tired of being controlled. 

He sips at his tea, which has cooled to the perfect temperature, and relishes the sweetness. He desperately wants to enjoy being alive, not just tolerate it, not just go and do whatever he’s ordered. So Bucky makes a plan, based off of his “like” list from this past week. 

To Do: 

Read one book this week

Have something warm every day (bath, tea, blanket, etc)

Cook one new recipe

Journal every day

Damn you, HYDRA. Damn you, Depression. Damn you, war and brainwashing and bureaucracy. Bucky’s in control now – and he’s out for revenge.

[hughiecampbelle]

hello hello!! hope you're doing well <3 so i saw ships were open again... and i did get one as an anon a while ago, but the format has changed for the 10k so back i am for your amazing writing <3

i'd love to be shipped with someone from the boys!! (i do feel bad requesting for specific characters even though it's incredibly easy to see who i want to smooch in this show. i love them all though and above all love to see authors get creative. go crazy go bonkers. ok with any character but the deep, homelander, stormfront, and firecracker.)

i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, 1.72m tall, with long, straight, brown hair (that i've always thought about dying but always chickened out of). no tattoos, even though i have a list of which ones i'd get and what do they mean. i'm from brazil but currently go to college in new york, majoring in theatre and minoring in translation. i'm fluent in portuguese and english, learning french, and have the life objective of becoming a polyglot.

i'm in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job (i want to be a musical theatre actress), eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well.

other tidbits: i can't cook for shit, i love cats (i have a rescue named lily) but also like dogs a lot, i love kids and have been told i'm good with them. i'm crazy lucky for some reason and i love crime comedy movies. i'm almost always writing or thinking about writing but i can't ever finish a project (and you may have realized by now i write too much). i love arts & crafts & other manual activities, i do knot friendship bracelets to de-stress. my default hangout with anyone ever is grabbing coffee. i'm also pretty proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 40s-50s music, love curating the vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also i would 100% show brazilian music (mostly rock and mpb, brazilian popular music) to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷

when it comes to love life oh boy i am a disaster — the two situations i have ever gotten myself into were the objective hottest girl i know and the weirdest guy i've ever come across (and both are my good friends atm). for me doing something creative, like a project together, is the quickest way to bond; and being in cahoots with someone is the deepest form of connection. let's ramble about our interests, be weird together, cause a diplomatic crisis, watch a movie, write something, idk.

this was LOOONG but i hope it's not too much and it gives you plenty of material to write with!! thank you so much for carrying the the boys fandom on your back enna <3

Annie is actually blown away by both your love of and intelligence with languages. She's always trying to learn both Portuguese and French sayings (mostly nicknames/"I love you") to surprise you. She loves the look of joy on your face when you realize what she's trying to say. Her pronunciation could use some work, but it's still very adorable

It melts Annie's heart when she sees you around children. She knows it can be a lot, with kids and their parents running up to her, asking her for pictures, showing off their Starlight costumes. She would understand it got a little exhausting. But you have never minded, instead you ask them questions and make them laugh, telling them they're little superheroes, too

Annie feels like she can truly be herself around you. After all those years with the religious conventions and the time she spent with Vought, she was never allowed to be herself. She couldn't show off her real laugh that's squeaky and high-pitched. She couldn't swear as a teenager or say all the crude jokes she thought of. With you, though, she can let loose. She doesn't have to uphold this image like she's had to her whole life

You and Annie are as equally terrible at cooking. You make a plan to cook together, learning recipes and measurements. Sometimes the food gets burned, or worse, under cooked, and a few times you've had to split it out, wondering where you went wrong? But, overall, it builds your skills together and it makes you feel better about your lack of skills

Annie comes to every show you're in at least three times. She'll bring Hughie and Kimiko first, then M.M. and Frenchie, and the third time she goes along, wanting to see you in your glory, feeling like this moment belongs to her. She shows up with flowers every time and tells you parts and songs she's loved as if you hadn't spent weeks practicing lines and songs with her. She's so proud of you, she can't contain herself. She definitely happy cries at the end when you take your bows!

Want to request a ship?

My love!!!! I hope you like it!!!! :D Xoxoxo💜💜💜💜

[brynnterpretations]

hello!! saw ships were open for the boys so wanted to ask for one, please :)

i'm a bi & ace jewish brazilian girl, currently in college majoring in theatre & minoring in translation (i want to be a musical theatre actress). fluent in portuguese & english, currently learning french, and i have a life objective to become a polyglot (4+ languages!!). in love with theatre, literary analysis, linguistics, music, writing, and art in general — will absolutely ramble about anything i am interested in, and also might have strong opinions on stuff that maybe i didn't need to have a strong opinion on 💀 i can get a bit combative about that at times... i definitely take as my biggest skill, besides singing and acting which are quite literally my intended job, eloquence and just my way with words (toxic trait is believing i'd talk my way out of a murder fr fr). friends that know me more recently would even say i'm an extrovert because of that, but honestly i am a pile of nerves of an introvert with social anxiety that simply loves yapping and putting on a show. most notable quirk/habit might be how precise i always am with finding the right words because i simply cannot leave an opening for misinterpretation (and that's on anxiety and a suspicion of undiagnosed adhd oops); that might lead me to be a bit picky (for the lack of a better word), specific, and/or literal with the words other people use as well. i'm also pretty proud of my music taste — from alt rock to 20s-40s music, love curating the vibes and i'm a bit of a playlist freak. also i would 100% show brazilian music to whoever i'm paired with 💥🇧🇷

hope this is good, thank you so much :)

Thank you so much for the request, you sound so cool and this was super fun to write! I hope you like it. ☻

I ship you with...

Annie January ♡

Girlfriend

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You and Annie meet at a small coffee shop while you're both grabbing coffee. The university you go to in The Boys' universe is twenty minutes away from Vought Tower (it's notorious for feeding non-supes to Vought for corporate work, NGL) and though the coffee shop itself is a bit out of the way, Annie enjoys not having the big swarms at Vought's Jitter Bean.

It's a very, very sappy meet-cute: you drop a textbook for one of your gen eds, Annie picks it up, and as you stutter out an apology — you just dropped your textbook in front of Annie "Starlight" January! — she's enamored.

What can I say? She lives for anxious energy.

It starts out slow. You meet right when she becomes part of the Seven, and as we know, things are rough starting out. Still, she finds herself going to that same coffee shop not just to avoid the crowd, but in hopes of seeing you, Cute Textbook Girl, again.

She starts bringing in some of her more secretarial/paperwork-y tasks in to the café, and, eventually, politely asking for a seat next to you turns into genuine conversations, which then turns into her walking you home when you both ended up staying there too late (thank God for 24/7 coffee shops in NYC). After a good month of pining after you, Starlight finally gets the courage to ask you out, probably a few days or so before the Believe Expo. She'd been terrified to due to Vought essentially marketing her as an All-American Christian Girl-Next-Door!!! Barbie doll, but as she continues to uncover the corruption of Vought, the most important thing to her is being true to herself and to the rest of the world.

And to you, the cute girl.

This... kind of... works out in both of your favor? While Vought is pissed at first — Ashley would definitely rant about how "we already have a lesbian!" in reference to our bisexual queen Maeve — they use y'all as the Token Gays™ (as well as showing that Supe and Non-Supe relationships are great, never question the power!) and parade you around pride festivals. When June comes, pictures of you two are on every billboard in NYC.

Enough about Vought, though: Annie adores you. She is endlessly impressed by your linguistic abilities and especially your work in college. Due to her Supe upbringing, college had been pretty out of the question for her, but even if it wasn't, she'd have a hard time figuring out what she wanted to do besides something in public-service. You being so passionate about theatre is admirable to her, especially since it's artistic. In the world of "The Boys", there's not a lot of genuine creativity, and you're a very rare gem to her because of that.

Because of that, expect tons, tons, tons of kisses and back rubs while you're stressing over assignments.

Also, any and all performances you have always are attended by Annie, complete with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and dessert afterward. She gets deep into whatever you are performing, even if she knows the plot of it.

She also loves how well-spoken you are. While well-spoken, Annie is one of those people who forgets words that she wants to use constantly, particularly when she's stressed or ill, and you are a beacon of light for her during those times.

For example, while Annie's trying to work on a case report on thirty minutes of sleep: "Honey, what's the word for that thing that hospitals roll people in on?" ... "A stretcher?" ... "Oh my God, thank you!"

And on that note, some pet names she has for you: honey, baby, and sweetie. She's a born-and-raised Midwesterner.

Annie's the kind of person who has a good music taste, but gets stuck on listening to the same music constantly — she's a creature of habit — so she loves the music you listen to. It's not something she's heard a lot, especially the Brazilian music, so she listens to your music religiously and loves creating Spotify Blends for the two of you.

Expect to share your wardrobe with each other.

Outside of knowing very basic sign language, Annie is monolingual, so she loves hearing you speak other languages. After stressful days, all she wants is to lay in bed with you while you read out something in Portuguese or French. She loves your voice.

Annie is pretty busy a great chunk of the time, but she always finds ways to incorporate you in her life, whether it's just having you by her side while she rifles through paperwork or she's secretly talking to you through an earpiece about Love Island (mark my words, Annie loves trashy reality TV) on patrols.

Because of that, too, she tries her best to surprise you whenever she finds some time off, some of these including reservations at your favorite restaurant, impromptu road trips, or even tickets to one of your favorite artists' concerts.

While Annie prefers that you don't get extremely involved in the work she does due to how dangerous it is (while Hughie was one thing since he was already involved by the time of their canonical relationship, you started as an outsider) she knows you are extremely smart and capable, so she always tells the truth to you. If you wanted to get involved, she'd take a bit of convincing, but would ultimately trust your judgment and competency (which you have a lot of!) and introduce you to The Boys.

And that brings us to...

The Boys ☻

Friends

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Hands down, Frenchie and Kimiko are your best friends in The Boys. They're friendly to you from the get-go, but once they figure out that you can A) fluently speak Portuguese and English, B) are learning French), and C) have the goal of learning four languages, they are set. They greatly value people who find ways to communicate with others, even with language barriers, so they saddle up to you very quickly.

You catch onto sign language pretty quickly, meaning you all talk massive shit, particularly when Butcher is going onto one of his tirades towards Hughie.

Whenever you all have free time, you, Kimiko, and Frenchie all have movie nights that end in super deep conversations half of the time.

Also... they insist on you performing monologues for them in French/Sign Language, particularly extremely crude ones. Believe it or not, the two have an immature sense of humor sometimes. I mean, how else do you get through the days in The Boys universe?

Butcher likes you — don't get me wrong — but because of your rambling and readiness to defend the member of the team he disagrees with the most (Annie), he can be pretty harsh on you. He also teases you and Annie constantly, which isn't the best, either.

For example, when you and Annie were having a very personal, sweet conversation: "oi, you two done scissoring yet?" (queue Annie's sunbeam eyes).

He also caught on to how firmly you stand by your passions quickly, and when he's bored or trying to prove a point, will rile you up. He's a bit of a dick. Sorry.

M.M. really, really likes you. Though he doesn't get to talk to you too much due to being the backbone of the coup, he thinks you're a sweetheart, and always makes a point to greet you and make some small talk when you stop by, even if he's pretty visibly and audible stressed.

However, while your interactions with him aren't as plentiful as they could be, you two end up in the office together quite a lot, and you get our boy hooked on Brazilian music. Mark my words, that man wordlessly shows up in merch of an artist you showed him every other week.

Hughie is a very good friend to you. While you two don't have a lot of overlapping interests, what you do have is an ability to explain your passions and get others invested in them, so you two are forces to be reckoned with (particularly for Butcher, the cranky geezer). It is Yap Central™ when you two are in a room together, and your similar energies pair really well together, making you two quite the comedic duo.

(Also, because of you, whenever Hughie's freaking out on a mission, he recites musical theatre facts he'd heard from you to call himself down).

So, even with Butcher's assholery, trust me: you've got a very good group of people by your side, and they love you.