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cupio; enhypen smau

synopsis; an enhypen social media AU in which the entire nightball team and magic outreach board gets detention and discovers a cute little creature they have to protect, cupio, who has the powers to make their wishes come true. loosely based on the dark moon webcomic and dark blood album by enhypen.

pairings; jake x y/n, niki x oc (!!!), jay x oc, heesung x oc

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A Witch Adrift

Chapter 1 - The Idea of a Demon is Tempting

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     “Okay… you can do this. No big deal. Not like fucking up could cost you your life or anything, haha?...Right?...Yeah, let’s go with that. Good first impressions are a must here, and I know I look hot; I didn’t spend so long on my appearance for nothing. Candles, check. Chalk pentacle, check. Blessed salt circle for just in case, check. Super old book that may or may not be cursed, check. Fancy-looking athame, check. Alright, I believe that’s everything. Now for the incantation and blood, I guess. Okay, (y/n), deep breaths. Nothing to be worried about. It’s just like… following a recipe. Something simple like riding a bicycle, or cracking an egg, or committing premeditated murder. Okay, incantation, incantation…” You delicately open up the book, flipping to the page with the summoning incantation, silently scolding yourself for not placing a bookmark earlier.

     You take a deep breath, “Here we go.” Standing outside of the salt circle, you begin to chant, “O magne inscrutabilis potentia, a te peto ut det desiderium meum. Meo sanguine et devotione pathetice te peto, ut me ab aliis amoris mundum tribuas. Corpus meum ad locum quod maxime cupio. Please, Give me pretty boys! Preferably non-human, but I’ll honestly settle for almost anything humanoid!”* You prick your finger on the tip of the athame, and watch as you let a drop of your blood drip onto the pentacle encircled with salt. 

     A moment passes. Then a few more. ‘Maybe it’s like… a slow internet connection? Or maybe I just have bad metaphysical reception? And I just have to wait a little bit longer? Yeah, that has to be it.’ You end up waiting there for about ten more minutes before you finally accept defeat and retreat to your bed. “Can’t believe I thought that’d work on the first try. Summoning a hot monster boyfriend is gonna be harder than it seems.” With the heavy weight of disappointment aiding in your exhaustion, you succumbed to sleep quite easily that night.

     An uncomfortable warmth is what first rouses you from your slumber. You wriggle around a bit, trying to kick the covers off. The second thing that rouses you is the panic you begin to feel when instead of soft blankets, you feel hard wood instead– Hot wood. Your eyes snap open, and in a blind panic, you try to sit up, only to immediately hit your forehead against wood, just mere inches away from your face. You try to look around, but it’s too dark to see anything. Your surroundings are steadily getting hotter, going from an uncomfortable to a worryingly high heat. You try to feel around you, but quickly realize you are completely and utterly trapped with scarce room to move around in. ‘Ok, ok ok ok ok, okay. Calm down. Don’t panic, don’t panic . You’re fine. It’s just hot. And cramped. Think! Calm down, and think .’ You’re still panicking, but you’ve managed to force yourself to breathe in deep breaths instead of hyperventilating; it only helps somewhat, the air being too hot and stuffy to breathe easily. Reasonably, you know that telling yourself to not panic will not help in the slightest, but you don’t have much of a choice. Forcing yourself to breathe is the only option you have. Your ears are ringing and it feels as if your pitch-black surroundings have somehow managed to get even darker. You start to brace your palms against the wood in front of you, but you slightly flinch back. The wood is starting to get too hot to touch. You manage to get your hands together in front of you to be able to wrap the bell sleeves–’since when was I wearing this?’ –around your hands as some sort of makeshift oven mitts. Bracing your elbows against the surprisingly plush surface underneath you, you push your hands against the slab of wood in front of you. Desperately scrounging up all the strength you can muster, you push, and push, and push, and p–Your hands fly forward as it suddenly pops off, flinging itself to somewhere out of sight. The sudden rush of fresh air isn’t as refreshing as you hoped; instead of clean air you end up with a lungful of smoke.

     Your chest hurts and you can’t stop yourself from violently coughing. There’s so much smoke– too much smoke. You struggle to sit up and pull yourself out of your now-open box; there’s too little air and you’ve already lost control of your breathing without realizing. Using the side of the box, you hold onto it as you roll yourself over the edge, only to have the air knocked out of you when you hit the ground after falling a larger distance than you expected. With a short whine of pain, you look up; the box, which you can now tell is a coffin , is floating about a meter off the ground. You slowly roll over onto your stomach and finally manage to take a glance of the room you’re now in. 

     Blue. Bright, unnaturally blue flames surround the elegant room, accented by numerous identical floating coffins and a fountain of green liquid bubbling in the center.

     ‘Did I… did I actually succeed?!’ You feel your panic start to subside as excitement brews in your chest to replace it. ‘Did I actually manage to summon a hot hunk of a demon?!’ Your excitement quickly morphs back into panic when you remember where you were. ‘Wait, if they managed to trap me so easily and are confident enough to allow me to even have a chance to escape, that means they must be very powerful… Oh no, what if they’re really mad?! What if they hate me for summoning them?! Oh, no, you’ve really done it now, (y/n),’ Unconsciously, you shifted to rest on your knees and grab your head, anxiety quickly overwhelming any panic you felt. 

     “How dare you ignore the Great Grim!” a shrill voice makes you flinch in surprise. It seems your panic has subsided enough to have your ears stop ringing and allow you to hear once again. 

     You turn to face the, admittedly, odd voice for a demon and see… a cat . All those high-octane emotions you felt disappeared in an instant. All that hard work, and you ended up with a talking cat with… flaming ears? You rub your eyes and look again, hoping that maybe the panic combined with the smoke in your system is making you see things.

     It’s still a cat.

     “Man, this is not what I signed up for; I’m goin’ back to sleep.” You began to stand back up but stopped when you remembered all the smoke. And then also remembered that you woke up in a floating coffin that you definitely did not want to go back in.

     ‘Wait, if I was in a coffin, does that mean all these other coffins also have people in them?!’ You look at the rude cat with a newfound horror. ‘If this cat is the source of the fire, does that mean it’s trying to kill all these people?!’

     “Stop ignoring the Great Grim and hurry up an’ gimme your uniform!” The cat spoke again, but their words went in one ear and out the other.

     The room was steadily getting hotter and the smoke kept compounding, slowly filling the room. With no time to waste, you took off in a sprint towards the double doors a small ways behind the cat.

     “Wha–hey! You can’t leave without giving me my uniform! Get back here!” The cat, who was now behind you, yelled as you ran past it.

     The hot flames licked at your clothed legs, but you didn’t stop; you couldn’t afford to if you wanted to live, or at least not get severely burned. When you reached the door, you didn’t bother to stop as you grabbed and twisted the handle and slammed your shoulder into it, forcing it open. The door was heavier than you expected, most definitely going to leave a bruise on your poor shoulder, and opened only barely enough to squeeze yourself through before it slammed itself shut. You ran down the cold corridor, the cool air a welcome change to the sweltering room you escaped from. The corridor seemed to be outside, with only the stone path and some pillars separating it from a courtyard. As you ran, you clumsily patted out the flames clinging to your pants.

     You hoped the heavy doors would delay the cat, but it didn’t work for long, which you learned when you heard, “Don’t run from me, human!” come from not far behind you.

     A quick glance over your shoulder confirmed that the cat was catching up to you much too quickly for your liking. A sudden burst of heat at your back made you screech and look behind you again. The cat reared back and shot out supposedly another blue flamethrower, assuming that’s what had just hit you. Without thinking, you flung yourself to the side and dove into the courtyard. You hit the ground hard, not exactly ready to do any parkour, and rolled a few times before clumsily picking yourself back up, stumbling a bit before breaking out into a sprint again. Though thoroughly out of breath, you pushed yourself to keep going as the cat swiftly turned into the courtyard to follow.

     ‘Ahh!!! What do I do?!’ You looked around the courtyard for anything to use, but it was pristinely kept, not even a twig to be seen.  You scanned the ground for anything as you ran, looking for anything to throw– the cat was gaining on you– when you saw it. Something to use. 

     Doing your best to not slow down too much, you began to hop on one foot as you fumbled to take off the fancy shoe on your other foot. Pivoting around on one foot to face the cat as you started to run backwards, you threw your shoe at it. 

     “Whoa! What’d you do that fo–” The cat dodged the first one, but as it turned to watch it land behind it, you quickly took off and threw your other shoe, which did hit the cat right on the head. “Ngyaah!!”

     ‘I feel really bad but I think some violence is justified in this situation!’ You finally made it across the courtyard as the cat was preoccupied with the new lump forming on its head, and you made a sharp turn into another hallway, one leading inside the building. Not taking any chances, you ran through the first door on your right and slammed it shut behind you.

     You slid down the door, catching your breath as you looked around the new room you found yourself in. It was a library, except there were… floating…books. You took a deep breath. ‘Now’s not the time for that! I can process this magic shit later; I have to hide!’ Looking around, there weren’t many places to hide. ‘Well, a place on the ground would be a bad idea– it would be eye level with a cat. There’s a banister, meaning a second floor, but no stairs nearby… how do I even get up there?’ Walking forwards, you noticed a ladder attached to the bookshelf on the  far wall– one of those fancy ladders on wheels meant to reach books from the higher shelves, like in Beauty and the Beast. An idea came to you. A very bad one. It’s amazing how all critical-thinking skills are lost when you’re in a panic. You dashed to the ladder and scrambled up until you were a few rungs above the level of the banister railing. Directly behind you was the second level, but it was blocked by a wall that served as a bookcase only on the other side. You would have to attempt to leap around the wall and grab onto the banister on the side, as well as avoid the few cords and lanterns that were strung around for aesthetic purposes. You silently cursed whoever tried to make the library pretty.

     “It’s fine, bad ideas are my forte. Nothing to worry about.’ A nervous gulp found its way down your throat. ‘Maybe…maybe I shouldn’t–’ your thoughts were interrupted by angry shouting coming from outside the library. The cat was back. ‘Ah fuck, there’s no time!’ Without thinking any further about what the consequences of your stupid actions would be, you jumped.

     You safely flew over the cords and the banister was now visible and just barely out of reach. You could grab it if your momentum carried you a little bit further. It’s right there, you’re gonna make it–your short moment of joy was interrupted by your foot snagging on something: the cord. The top of the banister just out of reach, you began to plummet. In a panicked scramble, you grabbed onto whatever you could. With one hand, you managed to grab onto the high end of one of the decorative posts of the banister. Using what little strength you had in your panic, you pulled yourself just close enough to grab onto another post with your other hand. Your moment of relief was short-lived as you swung  your stomach into the edge of the mezzanine floor. You gasped from the sudden pain and realized a little too late that you lost your grip on the posts. You tried to scream, but you had no air to do so. You began to fall again, but managed to grab onto the very bottom of two of the posts. The pain in your shoulders was immense. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sudden pressure managed to partially or fully dislocate one of your shoulders. The posts were thicker at the bottom, and it was harder to keep a strong hold of. You tried to pull yourself up, but it only caused your grip to slip more.

     The sound of the door slamming open kept you from thinking about what to do now that you were, for all intents and purposes, stuck.

     “Foolish human! Did you really think you could slip away from me?!” The recognizable voice of the cat carried through the room. You turned your head as much as you could to get a glimpse of the very angry cat past your arm, but couldn’t see anything. “What are you doing, human? Get down here and gimme that uniform if you don’t wanna get burned to a crisp–yeOW! That hurt! What gives?!” The cat’s yelling was interrupted by something you couldn’t see, but you heard the crack it made.

     “Consider it tough love. Now, just what is going on here?”

A/N: Translation of the spell reader chanted:

*O great beings of unfathomable power, I plead of thee to grant mine selfish desire. With mine blood and devotion, I pathetically ask thee to grant me a world of love from others. Summon mine body to a place of what I most deeply desire.

Looks like our protagonist accidently did the wrong spell. Whoops.

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a masterlist of [thing] culture is... blogs!

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part 1: orientations and general queerness

queer - general

@queercutlureis

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aspec

@ace-culture-is

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@aspec-culture

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Autistic Reclaimed Characters Masterlist

I’m getting back into making reclaimed characters/OCs by reclaiming autistic characters from media. 

Character’s name (full name, if given): Christopher John Francis Boone

Apparent age: 15

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (which is a best-selling mystery novel and a drama/mystery play) and it's bad because it is ableist (the author did little research about autism and autistic people), normalizes the abuse of autistic people, and the book has a stereotypical depiction of autism. Mark Haddon portrayed the protagonist Christopher as elitist, intolerant, dismissive, unconcerned for others, unsympathetic, remorselessly violent, and not noticing or responding to insults and abuse. He is ableist towards other disabled kids at his school and looks down on them while also looking down on non-disabled people. Christopher is mistreated (abused, neglected, abandoned, deceived, gaslit, and insulted), often by authority figures like his parents and most other characters either overlook or actively attempt to justify this. His father Ed lied about his mother Judy being dead to him for two years. Ed also killed his ex-girlfriend's dog Wellington with a garden fork and receives no consequences for doing so except for causing a rupture in Christopher's relationship with him, and he tries to pressure Christopher to repair it by focusing exclusively on how much he is hurt by Christopher. Haddon also portrayed Christopher's parents in a sympathetic light even though the novel is from Christopher's point of view and despite Ed and Judy being abusive and neglectful to Christopher. Siobhan (Christopher's mentor and teacher) is only present in the early parts of the book and absent from the rest of the book without an explanation; the author could have used her to show that Christopher does not deserve to be abused and neglected, but he did not. The novel presents the autistic protagonist as responsible for his parent's divorce and being mistreated by others while showing that he is unaffected by this mistreatment, and portrays abuse, abandonment, and gaslighting as normal and justified. 

Pictures of character: 

Birthday: August 11

Sexuality: Mspec graysexual neuroromantic/echoromantic/arovague (queer acespec arospec for convenience)

Personality: Christopher is intelligent, sensitive, perceptive, naive, arrogant, and tends to come off as aloof. He has a very self-centered point of view, values logic, tends to be literal-minded, and is sometimes clueless when it comes to social norms. He takes pride in his intelligence and views himself as rational and logical though he can be insensitive, cold, reckless, irritable, irrational, and illogical at times. He tends to have emotional outbursts, lash out, bottle up his emotions, and split due to trauma, but he is working on expressing his emotions in healthier ways. Christopher used to be violent, break into people's houses and vehicles, steal, vandalize property, and have an ableist and elitist attitude before he got the proper help he needed. He cares about the people he is close to, treating them with kindness and is protective of them. His samefood is strawberry milkshakes. He prefers to use a stress ball or something similar to stim. Christopher is a trauma, physical/verbal/emotional abuse, and emotional neglect survivor. He is autistic and has PTSD/possible C-PTSD, NPD, conduct disorder, BPD, depression, chronic boredom, low empathy, abandonment issues, and violent intrusive thoughts and impulses. 

Likes: His special interests are math, prime numbers, countries, capitals, detective fiction, mystery novels and movies, thriller films, autism/disability rights, astronauts, and Steven Universe (he especially enjoys Steven Universe: The Movie and Steven Universe Future). He also likes Jojo's Bizarre Adventures, his pet rat, his service dog, Siobhan, strawberry milkshakes, puzzles, computer games, Tetris, and everything being in order.

Dislikes: The colors yellow (when not kin shifting to Peridot) and brown, yellow things (when not kin shifting to Peridot), brown things, dirt, gravy, wood, blood (squick), being lied to/deceived, his birth parents (his birth dad, in particular), authority figures who are ableist and invalidate him, crowded places, noisy places, being made fun of, his chronic boredom, saying he can't feel or doesn’t have emotions, romanticization/glorification of cheating/affairs/infidelity, being called "a handful", everything not being in order, and being touched during a meltdown, shutdown, or flashback.

Fears or triggers: Animal death (especially dogs, trigger), garden forks (trigger), his birth dad (fear/trigger), him or autistic people being blamed for divorce (trigger), being threatened to be or saying he should be institutionalized (trigger), being abandoned (fear/trigger), loud sudden noises (fear/sensory trigger), angry yelling (trigger), being threatened with physical violence (trigger), and being called a "specimen" or other dehumanizing things (trigger).

Relationship status: Taken (Aki--QPP/zucchini and chosen person, and Clover--girlfriend and favorite person)

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters

Extras: He is demipansensual, panalterous, panqueerplatonic, cupio-aplatonicflux/neuroplatonic/aplatonicvague (aplspec for short/convenience), demipanaesthetic, and demipan- in other attractions. He is Peridot kin (SU), Spinel kin/IDs with Spinel (SU), Steven synpath (SU), and Jotaro Kujo hearted (JJBA). His favorite persons are Briony and Clover, and his chosen person is Aki.

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Caitlin Ann Smith

Apparent age: 10 (going on to 11)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Mockingbird (which is a young adult novel and a theatre play) and it's bad because there were multiple moments when the main character Caitlin's behavior is too textbook, the author's writing clearly leaned to a clinical view of autism spectrum disorder, and it was written particularly for a neurotypical audience. Kathryn Erskine preferred the clinical research over the thoughts, feelings, and writings of autistic people. Caitlin's epiphany is problematic because it did not feel like her own, it was inspiration porn due to her having to "learn" empathy, and it feels like the epiphany that ableist organizations like Autism Speaks and neurotypicals who fail to understand autistic people want autistic people to have. While the book was written with good intentions, Erskine regurgitated the "no empathy" myth, people around the autistic character are constantly trying to "fix" her and this is shown to be a good thing, and the book ended up being inspiration porn for neurotypicals.

Pictures of character:

Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I'll make it November 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Caitlin is intelligent, cheerful, socially awkward, pedantic, often blunt, and comes off as arrogant without meaning to. She tends to get excited and passionate about things she enjoys. As a result, she tends to infodump. She has black-and-white thinking, hypermorality, and fluctuating empathy. Caitlin can come off as tactless at times due to being brutally honest, but does not mean to hurt people's feelings and will try to clear things up if there are any resulting problems. She also does not always understand social cues and expectations, but she tries her best. Caitlin is more caring than she appears to be. She is autistic and is recovering from depression that is caused by the death of her mother who died of cancer and PTSD that is caused by the death of her brother Devon who died in a school shooting and being bullied in school.

Likes: Her special interests are drawing, dictionaries, and To Kill a Mockingbird. She also likes art, making charcoal drawings, pastel colors, the colors black and white, black and white TV shows and movies, cartoons (especially Disney), Bambi, her friends (especially her best friend Michael), small spaces (they bring her comfort), hiding under a dresser (her "hidey-hole") and bed, and stuffing her head under couch cushions.

Dislikes: Bright colors (neon colors especially), saturated colors, bright lights, noisy places, maintaining direct eye contact, dirt, bugs, wool clothing, fuzzy clothing, live-action TV shows and movies that are not black and white, saying that she does not have or needs to learn empathy, people not communicating with her, bullying, school shootings, and school shooters.

Fears or triggers: Really loud noises (sensory trigger), lights buzzing (sensory trigger), wool clothing (sensory trigger), fuzzy clothing (sensory trigger), gunshots (trigger), and being called "weirdo" or "freak" (trigger). No fears, but she gets uncomfortable when talking about school shootings and school shooters.

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Michael Schneider (best friend), Josh

Extras: She is Scout kin/IDs as Scout (To Kill a Mockingbird), Bambi kin (Bambi), and her comfort characters are Jem (To Kill a Mockingbird) and Atticus (To Kill a Mockingbird).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Rose Howard

Apparent age: 11 (going on to 12)

Gender: Cis girl

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Rain Reign (which is a children's novel) and it's bad because the author Ann M. Martin wrote it in Autism Voice, the narrative is stereotypical, and Rose is explicitly framed as other due to being portrayed as overly literal and the book's constant focus on her obsession with homonyms, numbers, prime numbers, weather patterns, and rules. It also stereotypes autistic people as not experiencing emotions, unfeeling, uncaring, unable to be hurt, and overly rational. In general, Martin denied Rose emotional agency and wrote a story about an autistic character for a neurotypical audience.

Pictures of character: 

(Rose with Rain)

(Another picture of Rose and Rain)

Birthday: In the book, her birthday is unknown so I'll make it September 20

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Rose is intelligent, level-headed, brave, determined, polite, socially awkward, and a rule-follower. She loves homonyms and tends to blurt out when she hears one. Rose is caring, patient, and undertakes the role of peacekeeper. She is autistic, has OCD, panic attacks, and hypermorality, and is recovering from depression that is caused by her mother leaving her and her father (she is dealing with her feelings of guilt over it) and PTSD that is caused by her father's past alcoholism.

Likes: Her special interests are weather patterns, homonyms, and numbers (especially prime numbers). She also likes her dog Rain, her uncle Weldon, wordplay/puns, meteorology, the weather channel, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, The Incredibles movies, The Secret of NIMH, and being on her routine.

Dislikes: People not explaining things to her, people not listening to why she is upset, being made fun of, being invalidated, and being off her routine.

Fears or triggers: Alcohol (trigger), hurricanes (fear), and being shaken (fear/trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Rain

Extras: Her comfort characters are Madame Foster (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends), Helen Parr (The Incredibles), and Mrs. Brisby (The Secret of NIMH).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Willem Edward Smith

Apparent age: 12

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): How to Fly with Broken Wings (which is a children's fiction book) and it's bad because the author Jane Elson wrote Willem as stereotypically autistic without naming him as such. Willem seems to check off all of the diagnostic boxes of autism without having much of a personality beyond this. Willem isn’t always treated with respect or dignity, particularly when he’s reduced to facts about airplanes and telling people that he can fly. In the middle of the book, Willem suddenly becomes a magical autistic detective by pulling out several pieces of physical evidence and lines of argument to prove that one person wasn’t involved in gang riots, although these abilities are never previously mentioned. Elson doesn't fully address him being mistreated at school. Sasha describes him in her first chapter as “one of life’s special people” and regularly refers to him as her special friend as their relationship develops. Willem is relentlessly bullied at school and in danger at home, although no other characters do anything about this. Other kids make him jump off of objects or buildings and there are rival gangs in the area who are also interested in manipulating him. In class, his teacher frequently singles him out by requiring him to make two friends instead of completing equations for homework like his peers. The teacher tries to mix up students to get kids to interact with Willem and pulls each aside to say that she wants them to show him friendship, though she recognizes that forcing him to make friends in class encouraged him to interact with his bullies and put him in numerous dangerous situations, and she apologizes by the end of the book. The assignment led to Willem being deceived or put in dangerous situations more than once, and the author offers no clear condemnation of this. Willem’s main bully apologizes for his actions a few times but immediately returns to hurting Willem, and when he eventually befriends him it’s in order to gain favor with the girl he likes. Many adults apologize to Willem-- including his teacher, who recognizes that forcing him to make friends put his life in danger; not that her treatment of him was emotionally manipulative. Also, there is no further discussion of any emotional repercussions.

Pictures of character:  

(Willem with a dog and holding hands with Sarah)

(Willem)

Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it June 21

Sexuality: Questioning

Personality: Willem is shy and timid yet friendly and easygoing. He doesn’t believe that true friendships can be made by assigning people to be friends. He infodumps regularly and has trouble distinguishing when the other person has heard enough or when the conversation is over. Willem relates to people by using the colors of the traffic lights. He tends to take things more literally and struggles with understanding facial expressions. Willem gets very anxious in stressful situations. Willem gets very anxious in stressful situations. He stims by counting, rambling about anything, shaking his hands, and flapping his arms and hands. Willem is a trauma and physical/verbal/emotional abuse survivor. He is autistic, has anxiety, and is recovering from PTSD that is caused by being bullied at school by other kids, being emotionally manipulated by his teacher, and the trauma from the gang riots.

Likes: His special interests are airplanes (especially Spitfire planes), model airplanes, pilots during World War II, and flying. He also likes his dog Buster, Magic Man Archie, tea, digestive biscuits, cookies, his grandmother Gracie, Sasha, Peter Pan, Arthur (his favorite character is Carl Gould), and traffic lights.

Dislikes: Bullies, gangs, riots, being made fun of, being excluded/left out, people who are too close to him, Finn Maison and his gang the Beckham Estate Boyz, being assigned friends, being forced into a "buddy system", being manipulated or deceived, shouting, being kissed, and his food touching.

Fears or triggers: Bullying (fear/trigger), gangs (fear/trigger), riots (fear/trigger), Finn Maison and his gang (fear), falling (fear), death threats (trigger), being assigned friends (trigger), being forced into a "buddy system" (trigger), shouting (sensory trigger), being kissed (sensory trigger), and his food touching (sensory trigger).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Sasha Barton, Magic Man Archie, Buster

Extras: His comfort character is Carl Gould (Arthur).

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Character’s name (full name, if given): Colin Fischer

Apparent age: 14

Gender: Cis boy

Source material (and why it’s bad, this part is optional): Colin Fischer (which is a young adult novel) and it’s bad because despite being written by an autistic author--Zack Sentz--and Colin being likable, the book distances the readers from the perspective of him by othering him and casting him as incomprehensible and weird. Colin is rarely seen as anything but intrigued, confused, or panicked, and that reinforces the damaging, ableist notion of autistic people not having emotions. He is also depicted by Sentz and Ashley Edward Miller to be a super special autistic with “mysterious skills”. Colin’s brother Danny loathing him and their parents is portrayed with no nuance and no emotions from Colin’s end. In the book, Asperger’s syndrome is mentioned as being “related to” autism rather than being part of the autism spectrum. His school is said to be supportive and accommodating, but there is not much proof to support this as the narrative appears to condone the ableist treatment of the protagonist. For example, when Colin is purposefully taunted in class and ends up barking from stress, the principal accepts that it wasn’t his fault, but she also threatens Colin with punishment if he “acts out” again. Another example is his gym teacher Mr. Turrentine ignoring a note from his therapy team that he can skip gym. He also aligns with the popular image of “high-functioning” autistic people as being a socially awkward, math/logic/train-obsessed, straight, white, middle-class teenage boy. His symptoms become less extreme at the end of the book, which is seen as a positive development; this portrays autistic traits as undesirable and negative.

Pictures of character:

Birthday: In the book, his birthday is unknown so I’ll make it September 22

Sexuality: Disordinebisexual biromantic, leans towards females

Personality: Colin is curious, inquisitive, and friendly. He enjoys being organized and tends to have meltdowns when not being organized. Colin has slow reflexes and activities like basketball, soccer, playing catch, monkey bars, riding a bicycle, and gym class are difficult for him while activities like jumping and bouncing are easier for him. He speaks in a monotone voice, but talks fast when excited. Colin is often very literal and has trouble detecting sarcasm. He stims by barking when stressed or overwhelmed, jumping especially when happy or excited, and making repeated clicking sounds. He usually has a hard time telling when people are upset because facial expressions don't come naturally to him, and does not always understand social cues and expectations. Colin pet regresses to cope with stress and being autistic, disabled, and otherwise neurodivergent. He is autistic, nearsighted, a dog regressor, and has gross motor dyspraxia and hypotonia.

Likes: His special interests are science, aliens, trampolines, SHAED (his favorite song is Trampoline), asparagus, Sherlock Holmes, and Star Trek. He also likes math, trains, jumping, bouncy balls, dogs, his notebook, repeated clicking sounds like pens, stacking things, and patterns (especially finding them).

Dislikes: The color blue, blue things, being touched if he does not initiate it or if he is unprepared for it, being touched when stressed, direct eye contact (he finds it uncomfortable), phones ringing loudly, the sound of the school bell, mushy foods, high-pitched voices, dolls, gym class, sports, perfume counters at store entrances, being made fun of or taunted, bullying, ableist people, having his infodumps be interrupted, his room and belongings being tampered with, Rudy Moore, and biphobes/bimisics.

Fears or triggers: Sudden loud noises (sensory trigger), phones ringing loudly (sensory trigger), the sound of the school bell (sensory trigger), perfume counters at store entrances (sensory trigger), high-pitched voices (sensory trigger), mushy foods (sensory trigger), and dolls (fear).

Relationship status: Single

Friends: Other autistic reclaimed characters, Melissa Greer (best friend), Wayne Connolly

Extras: He is alienkin and dogkin, and his comfort characters are Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock) and Spock (Star Trek). He has reading glasses to help with his nearsightedness.

@luigiskids​, @connerskids​, @mikus-oc-blog​, @asherschildren​, @kirby-hates-pedos​,  @vela-hates-creeps​, @ashisintheskies​ any thoughts?

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Masterlist Updated Version 4

This is for the updated versions of the original lore.

Worldbuilding/Lore Terms:

More inclusive language

Pre-Decimation, Decimation, Post-Decimation, The Resurrection can all be found here.

Aspec Initiative Center (AIC), and if you need help getting there.

Aspec Special Operations/Operatives (ASOs)

Safe Houses and HeadQuarters (HQ)

Voidpunk

Guardians (leads to the 8 Flaws and 6 Temperances) 

Patron Goddess

Aspec Leader

Aspec Hunt

The Shadows

Flag

Signature Jammers

Aspeclings/Acelets/Arolets 

Voidling 

The Rings of the Void (aka Void Rings), the Black Ring of the Dragon, and the White Ring of the Gryphon can all be found here.

Stray/Rogue Aspecs

Mop, the AIC Emotional Support Kitter 

Detecting Hunters 

I am holding off on gender identity with respect to aspec powers because something is being planned for trans and nonbinary people. 

General Aspec Powers:

The Art of Void Traveling with a Safety Prayer, and more about Voiding

Masking/Damping Powers

Boosting Powers

Mythical Companion Problems and more about Mythical Companions

Alternate Forms

Effects of Cake on Powers

Elemental Aspect Powers and more here

Aspec Identity Powers (some/more will be added later)

Aspec Powers

Aspec Magic

Aroaces

Acespec Powers

Arospec Powers

Aspec Lesbians

Demispec

Greyspec

Trans Aspecs

Oriented AroAce

Nebulaspecs

Akoirospec

Quoispec

Pan aspecs

Bi aspecs  

Genderfluid Aspecs 

Cupio Aspecs 

Triple A 

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Caught Somewhere in Time - Part 8

Word Count: 1,098

Pairing: None (Maybe a very slight OFC x OMC)

Main Characters: Sam, Dean, OFC - Andi, OMC - Max

Warnings: Mentions of injury, Mentions of death, Swearing

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 9 (Final)

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Author’s Note: We’re almost there because this is the second to last part!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Supernatural, only my OFC and OMC. Also, the plot line is basically a mash-up of a couple different episodes so I don’t own those either.

Previously: I turn on the radio and a song comes on, I recognize it from some movie I’ve seen, “Viper” by Dixieland. “To get you out of your slump, Doctor Singer has prescribed a little bit of dancing,” I say with a smile. I extend my hand to him and he takes it. We dance to various songs for the next hour or so. At the end of the final dance, he says, “Thank you, Cassandra. Really. I needed that.” He pulls me into a tight hug. I stand frozen for a second in shock, but return it once I regain composure. As he releases me, I say, “Call me Andi.” I lay down on the couch as he walks over to his door. “Night, Max,” I say, sleep already pulling me under. As I drift off, I hear him quietly reply, “Good night… Andi.”

         I’d spent most of the day sleeping, a rarity given my habit of waking up at 0500, but it was a welcomed gift. Max had shown me around Chicago and I’d had a wonderful day. It was going on 1700, and we were sitting in his apartment, both reading, when he spoke up, saying while rubbing the back of his neck, one of his nervous habits I’ve picked up on,

        “Since you’ll be gone soon… I was wondering if you...maybe...wanted...to have a night of proper dancing?” He adds hurriedly, “Not that last night wasn’t fun. It was amazing. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to someplace with an actual band?”

        “I’d love to, Max,” I say enthusiastically with a smile. I look down and remember that I don’t have the right kind of dress to dance. My fed get up wouldn’t cut it and the dress I wore last night is too long for the kind dancing I think we’ll be doing. He sees my hesitation and says,

        “Don’t worry about your clothes. You don’t have to change. If you’re leaving, then you don’t really have to worry what other people are thinking.” That last sentence comes out of him with that same tone as before. I can tell now; it definitely holds a note of sadness.

        “Cool,” I say, getting up from my seat on the couch. I walk over to the table where he’s sitting and, pulling him by his hand and forearm, say, “Let’s go!” We walk down the street and into a bar. What strikes me first is the aroma. It smells of smoke and and beer, but it’s a smell that I’ve grown to love. The interior is breathtaking, but not in an over-the-top way. There are lights hanging from the ceiling, giving off a soft, friendly orange-tinged light. There’s a bar to my right with stools lining it on one side and an alcoholic's paradise on the other side. There’s a bartender, a younger man with black hair, checking on an old man who’s nursing his tonic and gin. There are other couples sitting at the bar, talking and laughing. On my left, there’s a dining room. Booths with leather upholstery line the walls and small dining tables are towards the interior. Straight ahead, there’s a dance floor with a raised stage behind it. There’s a band getting ready to play there; I see their sign says they’re Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. One of them says into the microphone accentedly,

        “Movers and shakers, we’re going to get you off your rears. Maybe you’ve heard ‘bout this guy. His name’s Jack. You all know who I’m talking about? Swell! Because it’s time for Jumpin’ Jack!” The drum starts with a funky beat and a trumpet fall. The saxophone and trombone join in, giving the place a whole new life as the jazzy swing music plays. He pulls me out onto the dance floor, my hands in his. He starts dancing and, even though I’m not a good dancer in my time, much less this one, I join in, feeling carefree and light. I let the music take me where it may and I enjoy every second of our hours spent dancing together. The night was magical and as the last song finishes, he pulls me into a tight hug. I want to stay in this moment forever.

        But now I’m standing in the warehouse. And it’s time to say goodbye. Inside my spell circle are the AJS Model 16, my bags containing my stuff, and the three bottles of alcohol Max had insisted be mine after last night.

        “Do you want me to find you in the future?” I ask.

        “That’d be nice,” Max says, tears seeming to threaten his grey eyes. We embrace once more.

        “Goodbye, Max,” I say.

        “See you later, Andi,” he replies. We release each other and he steps back to the wall. I walk out the center of my spell circle and count down to 2300, the time I’d told Dean to start the ritual. The clock strikes the hour and I begin to recite,

        “Viatori ego sum. Semitam calcandi supra tempus et spatium ego. Et ambulabo in finem; ut sumonitor meum.” I throw the hemlock into the rusted bowl in front of me.

Dean’s POV

        I’d found the instructions in a metal box in the center of the circle. After having read them carefully over and over, memorizing them, and spending the day making sure everything was right, to the letter, and repainting the time-faded spell circle, the time had finally arrived. Just as Andi instructed, I start to recite the incantation at exactly eleven, standing on the x she painted for me just outside the spell circle,

        “Sumonitor ego sum. Semitam calcandi supra tempus et spatium vos. Et ambulate in finem; ad mihi.” I toss the hemlock into a rusty bowl next to me.

        “Cupio ad iter a tempore ad tempore invicem. Send omnis quae in hoc circulo ad circulum sumonitor meum. Mea enim esse integrum et totum.” 23:02 rolls around and next in goes the wolfsbane.

        “Iter facio a tempore ad tempore invicem. Send omnis quae in circulo vos ad circulum. Habes es integrum et totum hic.” I add the wolfsbane to the mix at 11:02.

        “Mitte ad ego ad sumonitor meum.” Rabbit’s foot. Poor little guy. Always gets the shaft. I can hear what sounds like Dean’s voice softly speaking.

        “Me concalo vos ad me.” In goes the foot of the poor little rabbit who got the short end of the straw in this deal. I could swear I hear Andi’s voice in the room, quietly chanting.

        “Quia viatori ego sum.” A strand of my hair goes in next. Dean’s voice is louder now.

        “Quia sumonitor ego sum.” A piece of my hair is next. I hear Andi’s voice loud and clear now.

        “Et volo huius.” I light a match and toss it in. Dean’s and my voices echo through the warehouse. Fire erupts from the outline of the circle, creating a wall of fire around me. And with that, me and everything inside is gone in a flash of blinding light.

        “Et volo huius.”. I light a match and toss it in. Andi’s voice and mine mix together as they echo and boom through the warehouse. Fire erupts from the outline of the circle, forming a wall of fire around the circle. And with that, Andi, an AJS Model 16, two bags, and three partially full bottles of alcohol appear in a flash of blinding light.

To Be Continued...

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The Nightball team, or Night Ball Boys (nbbs), are those who tried out and made it onto the small but mighty and coveted Decelis Nightball team. Last year, the boys epically won the championships, and they plan to do it again.

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dead to me

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about the MOB

MOB, also known as the Magic Outreach Board, is the renowned board of the largest school club, the Magic Outreach Club. To become a member of the board, one must be a member of the club, be in the top 10% of their class, and have no more than one strike on their record.

The Magic Outreach Club specializes in the education and outreach of all things to do with magical creatures— the only things in the Visy world that actually contain fantastical magic—that we know of…

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