#i was so happy until he said the autistic line

[titan-god-helios]

y'all have GOT to stop using autistic/acoustic/restarted as an insult or a synonym for stupid. fucking hell

[k1ngl30n]

Everyone's getting mad over the 'he's still trying to come to terms with himself' and 'seven seasons?' lines, but... I agree?

Hannibal, as a show, was never meant to be cancelled so early. Bryan had plans for the fifth, sixth, ninth season before season one had even began production. Will's character arc was meant to be more embellished; his embrace of Hannibal was more a halfway point than his full Becoming. He fell into the ocean, accepting Hannibal's influence, but that doesn't mean that he accepts his love for Hannibal yet (I don't actually believe they fell but that's for a whole other post) or that he would kill willingly, and not because he's trying to protect someone (all throughout the show, he's only ever killed for protection. He's still canonically a guard dog, and not the wild wolf Hannibal desperately wants him to become)

Will WAS still trying to come to terms with himself -- but he was ALSO in love with Hannibal. He just didn't know he was, and that, I think, is the entire point of Bedelia's confirmation; he had a suspicion on what that feeling was, and he needs to come to terms with how the only time he has felt this powerful, all-consuming love was when *Hannibal* was around, and how more of his 'normal' life was a lie than he thought. He needs seven seasons (although that number was actually a joke -- come on, guys) to become the happy, domestic, problem-free murder husband that fandom wants him to become because of this. He is a complex character with an exceptionally long list of internal conflicts, and Bryan undoubtedly had many, many obstacles to throw in his way before he was allowed to settle down with Hannibal.

In short, just because fandom wants it to happen, doesn't mean that it should.

I can guarantee that majority of people could have heard 'murder husbands real?????' in S1 and wanted to skip S2, S3, and however many more seasons until they could watch just the on-the-run fantasy of Hannigram. But, factually, this isn't a payoff until you overcome the challenges -- there is no sassy S2 Will without the imprisonment, there is no manipulative Will without the encephalitis, there is no relationship without Mizumono making them realise that they had one to begin with. There is none of their love until you go through the hardship they went through to earn it.

There is no powerful, consuming Murder Husbands love until they jump over the hurdles to get to it. Would you rather they settle now, or they reach whatever final stage they were meant to get to in order to become well and truly conjoined?

Thank you for coming to my TED talk; please ask me about the retconning of autistic Will Graham

(p.s. PLEASE let me know if I missed something else that he said that everybody should ideally 100% disagree with. I haven't watched any of the panels yet, just reading the complaints people have about those two lines in particular)

[bunnist4rz]

Guys peak or peak @clayderogatory I love you and ur silly autistic ideas paws are you

TW/CW : none,, knight!leon kennedy x royal!reader,, angst no happy ending

Leon and you wandered through the castle gardens, the dew-damp grass muffling your footsteps. The pale light of dawn softened the sharp lines of his face, casting shadows over the world as you held each other close, aware that your time together was slipping away. His armor, dulled by the night’s rain, no longer gleamed with its usual brilliance, but the warmth in his eyes remained undiminished. The faint scent of roses drifted on the breeze, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting beauty around you—beauty that seemed cruel in the face of your looming separation.

“I can’t believe the time has come,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leon looked down at you, his expression resolute. “I’ll come back to you, I promise. Stay strong, my love.” He pressed a small, worn necklace into your palm. It was a simple thing, a leather cord with a silver charm shaped like a knight in mid-gallop. “This will keep you safe until I return.”

You stared at the token, warmth flooding through your fingers where his touch lingered. “What if—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted gently, cupping your face. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’ve both faced too many battles already. This is just one more.”

With a heavy heart, Leon mounted his steed, the creature snorting in anticipation of the coming fight. You stood frozen, watching him ride away, the clanking of his armor and the thudding hooves slowly fading into the distance. “Leon!” you called out, desperation in your voice. “Promise me you’ll write!”

“I will,” he shouted back, his voice carrying on the wind. “And I’ll be back before you know it!”

When the castle gates closed behind him, it felt as though they shut out the sun itself, leaving you shrouded in a deep, aching loneliness.

Weeks blurred into months. The castle was alive with the constant murmurs of war—strategies, victories, losses—but nothing about Leon. Each day you wore a mask, feigning interest in trivial conversations. “Have you heard the latest from the battlefield?” a courtier would ask.

“Yes, I’m certain it will be over soon,” you’d reply, though your heart was elsewhere. Each night you sat alone with the necklace in hand, whispering prayers to gods who never seemed to answer.

The wedding preparations came, an unwelcome interruption to your grief. “You should be excited!” the ladies-in-waiting chirped, adjusting the fabric of your wedding dress.

“Excited?” you echoed, forcing a smile. “Yes, how thrilling it is to be married to someone I barely know.”

The laughter of the court felt like a cruel mockery, echoing against the stone walls. “You’ll grow to love him, I’m sure,” one of them said.

But your thoughts remained with Leon, who fought for a kingdom that seemed so far away from the one you inhabited. You moved through the days like a shadow, performing your duties while your heart, your true self, lay buried with the man who had ridden away at dawn.

Your betrothed, a noble from a nearby land, was kind. He sensed the unspoken grief you carried. One evening, he approached you while you were gazing out the window, lost in thought. “You’re so far away,” he said gently. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You turned to him, the weight of your sorrow heavy on your heart. “I just… I’m trying to cope with everything. It’s hard to pretend everything is fine.”

“I know about your past with Leon,” he said, his voice low. “You don’t need to hide your feelings from me. It’s okay to grieve.”

“I don’t know how to move on,” you confessed, tears welling in your eyes. “Every day feels like a betrayal to him.”

Your spouse nodded, understanding etched into his features. “We can share this burden. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

Yet the ache in your chest never eased. The days passed, filled with the echoes of war and the quiet suffering of those left behind. Then, one fateful evening, as the sky was painted in shades of blood and fire by the setting sun, your father summoned you to his chambers. His eyes, usually stern, were red and wet with unshed tears.

“Father, what’s wrong?” you asked, fear creeping into your voice.

He handed you a letter, his hand trembling. “It’s about Leon.”

Time seemed to stop as you read the words that shattered your world. “No… No,” you gasped, your heart racing. “It can’t be true. He was supposed to come back!”

Your father’s voice broke as he tried to comfort you. “I’m so sorry, my child. He fought bravely, but he was injured… he didn’t survive.”

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you crumpled to the floor, the parchment fluttering from your fingers. “He promised he’d come back,” you cried, your voice raw with despair.

Your father knelt beside you, his arms encircling you in a rare display of tenderness. “I know, my dear. It’s unfair, and it hurts more than words can express.”

In the days that followed, you drifted like a ghost through the halls, your eyes vacant, your spirit shattered. The castle, once vibrant with life, now felt like a tomb. Your spouse approached you one evening, concern etched across his features. “You’ve been so distant. How can I help you?”

“The only thing that would help is to have him back,” you replied, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to be present when I’m filled with this grief.”

“I want to be here for you,” he said, sincerity lacing his words. “Just let me in, please.”

“I wish I could,” you whispered, the weight of your heartache anchoring you to the ground. “But part of me is lost with him.”

“Then let me help you find it again,” he urged gently. “We’ll face this together.”

At night, alone in your chamber, you clutched the necklace to your chest and whispered to the emptiness, “I’ll keep waiting for you, Leon. Even if it’s only in my dreams.”

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (Non-Canon) Autistic Character?

Evidence below the cut!

He has a special interest, dungeon monster, which he knows a great deal about and will talk at length to anyone willing to listen. He is not good with social cues, he did not know a member of their party didn’t like him for years until the man flat out told him because he never picked up on the hints being given. People find him off-putting because of his interest and lack of social awareness and he doesn’t understand why, he tries really hard. He is extremely loyal to his friends and sister

First Submitter added:

A second submitter said:

He is an amazing character and a great portrayal of autism in media that isn’t either cutesified or demonized, showing the positives and negatives

He is canonicly socially awkward. He often misinterprets and fails to understand the "tone" that's being held in a social situation. He is notably interested in monsters, to the point of having extensive knowledge of many different species, he also canonically has an monster OC. He has made comments that were deemed inappropriate by his teammates, for example, he was happy to be eating different monsters (due to his interest) while searching for his sister, in a moment, to seem positive he said "If Falin [his sister] hadn't been eated by the dragon [the reason they're looking for her], we would have never tasted all of this flavors!" (Or something along the lines) To wich he was respondes "SO YOU'RE HAPPY FALIN ISN'T HERE?", he then tries to find support in another character and said characters tells him something like "This is not the appropriate moment". On another occasion, he had the opportunity to milk a minotaur because there was no cows, the scene is difficult to describe if you don't know the manga/anime, but he was basically living the dream. After having milked the minotaur, he told one of his companions, very excited, "They let me milk a minotaur! It had four nipples!". In that same day, he also requested to be specificly fed minotaur meet dispite knowing he was the only one who liked the idea. It is also canon that he dropped out of school because he couldn't keep up with it. And that's just some of the stuff. Autistic people who know the manga and/or anime know what i'm talking about, these are just some of the examples (and also i might be wrong in some scenes since i haven't watched the anime, and i haven't read the mangas in a long time)

I, Pixie, would also like to add that I definitely see him as autistic and I wish it were made canon!

[noridoorman]

My reaction to episode 8!

Shh, spoilers below!!

I loved every second of everything that was there.

Nori and Uzi's conversation at the beginning was so sweet, albeit short. Bseeing that little happy face Uzi made at seeing her mom again... Man, she's been through so much and probably already thought she might have lost everyone else. So seeing the one drone she always believed was dead alive and ready to help Uzi kick some butts... Just look at her happy face.

Uzi's little laugh when Nori gave her "parental" advice is so sweet too. In all the years of her life, she never got that from her mom until now. And she finally got her mom back. It's so sweet.

Along with the shy smile and wave Uzi did, as if she's saying "Do I look good with the necklace?" And Nori responds with the cute emoticon on the stone.

Of course, that gets cut off my N RAMMING Uzi with the spaceship and oh my god, them.

LOOK AT HOW PROUD AND HAPPY HE LOOKS!! Plus, we got to see his little fangs!

And when he admits that he was mad about Uzi trying to sacrifice herself... Like, you can clearly see it in his expression and voice, he was really hurt by what she did, but also, he's happy that she's alive.

And honestly, I can't be the only one that when she first grabbed his face, I thought she was going for a kiss lol.

BUT OF COURSE CYN HAS TO RUIN THE MOMENT

I really wanna know what they said, Uzi probably cursed a lot lol

AND OF COURSE, THAT SCENE.

My god, hearing the music, the beautiful visuals... Like, the fact that "Falling for you??" is playing here and the way they hold each other and look at each other with so much love and adoration... The scene gives me so much goosebumps.

I loved how Uzi admits that she can't read the room because that's another point for autistic Uzi!

Their soft expressions, and Uzi's tiny "yay" oh my god they stole my heart.

I honestly kinda wanna know how N managed to steal the spaceship and go past J.

AND V'S BACK, LET'S GO!!

I was almost screaming like crazy in the hotel room, I've been hoping SO SO MUCH THAT SHE WOULD COME BACL!! :D

AND SHE'S RIDING ON THE SENTINEL, LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT?!

The way she says "Working with CYN?!" WAS SO SATISFYING AND GOOOOOOD she's so angry, go beat up ur ex babe /silly

This scene made me lose my shit, it's so funny, why is Lizzy being shook like a maraca

The backstory we're getting between them too. So I guess both were aware on everything, but only V was the one that wanted to change but was too scared to.

The amount of backstory we're getting on J too here kinda breaks my heart and kinda makes me angry at her. The way she said "it tricked me too..." probably because she geniunly through Tessa would be alright and fine, just for her to be... not.

J is obviously heartbroken. But she feels like she has no other choice but to team up with the Solver, especially know that it is wearing Tessa's skin, that's the closest J can ever have something of her.

"You know there's no escape, even in death!"

That line makes me think as if J wanted to die at some point, but couldn't. There's so escape for her from the reality that Tessa is dead, because the Solver will always bring her back.

Help, she's so smooth and cute and akhjdskjhsfdakjsda

The way how teriffied he is breaks my heart

When I saw that, I was in panic.

All of his eyes are focused on Tessa.

Cause of his trauma

Man, this entire scene with V apologizing for everything and even crying... She's been through so much pain and keeping so much secrets to protect N, but the burden of everything kept on weighing on her.

And her face as she realized that he revealed himself because he wanted her to stop...

And just as Flesha was about to eat N's core, Khan saves the day with DOORS! >:D Gosh I wanna kiss him on his stupid face

Gotta love V's tiny smile at Uzi, you go bisexual

I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI I LOVE NORI

SHES SO AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG AND AWESOME AND SUPER AND HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE NORI?? BECAUSE I TRULY LOVE HER

AND THE NIGHTMARE PLAYING FOR THE FIGHT, GOSH I NEED THE SONG NOOOOOOOW

The Solver plays soooo dirty, making Uzi believe that she accidentally killed N. Gish, her expression...

The song is so catchy my god

They're so stupid, let them get married now

MY GOD SHES SO STUPID I LOVE HER I WANT THEM TO GET MARRIED AGAIN AND KISS AND ARGHHHHH

Tumblr doesn't let me add more images at that point rip :')

I'll give a more formal opinion on a seprate post!!

[sunnysidesevenup]

HII IL YOUR OC SO SO MUCH CAN YOU YAP A LIL ABOUT THEM??? (I NEED MORE CONTENT)

ALSO NEW MOOT?? 😭❤️🫶 MAYBE??❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

NEW MOOT, HI OMGGGG YOUR ART IS SO COOL

and YES ABSOLUTELY I can yap about my guys 😭

Yuichi:

- my beloved magicless prefect lol. He’s probably the most normal of my oc’s in the sense that his problems are like, average family problems, but also he went to another world and was basically like “omg I get to start over and never talk to anyone I previously knew ever again!” so maybe not that normal.

- He’s actually got similar problems to Riddle! He doesn’t realize his family being that controlling is abnormal until he meets Riddle, either—so he’s also having a crisis. When the gang is learning about Riddle’s mom and situation he went “yeah but isn’t everyone’s parents like that? haha” to which Ace and Deuce stared at him like “NO??? WHAT???”

- he didn’t have any friends in his old world, mainly because 1) his family kept him so busy with massive expectations, studying and work and 2) he’s very undiagnosed autistic lmao.

- him and Malleus are not shipped together but please know that they have the absolute most romantic friendship possible. It’s 100% platonic. they just say lines to each other that sound like they belong in an otome game with complete platonic sincerity

Arlo:

- probably the oc I post about the most at this point lmaooo 😭 and yet I’ve never spoken about his backstory or problems or anything somehow,,,,

- he falls in love easily. I mean, like, people are nice to him and then he immediately has a crush on them. It’s something he HATES about himself—and it caused him a lot of problems growing up. Every single person he’s ever liked payed ZERO attention to him, in favor of other people (usually his siblings). He’s not playing second best, he’s not even on the scoreboard.

- he used to be really sweet! which was mostly him just trying to get people to like him (and his parents to pay any attention to him). He eventually figured out that being mean to people got attention quicker, and it felt more natural to him (also it’s hard to fall in love with people when they hate you, isn’t it?)

- he fundamentally believes he’s not a very good person, so he would NEVER confess his feelings to Neige.

- his unique magic is called Siren Song! like the name implies, it causes people to fall in love with him and be willing to do anything for him for 24 hours. It’s the type of unique magic he was desperate for as a kid, but now he HATES it. It’s just a reminder to him of how pathetic he was (his words).

Elio:

- he’s so sweet and I love him so much. despite all the grief he’s felt throughout his life he tries his best to be happy and optimistic, and he’s never tried to close himself off from connection.

- despite how easy going he initially seems, he’s VERY pissed at Sebek lol. The guy spoke bad about humans a few too many times around him, might have said something about his family, and now he gives him the Disappointed Upperclassman Stare whenever he enters a room😭

- he’s in the board game club! he likes games a lot, but he also has unnaturally good luck. Azul and Idia lowkey ban him from games of chance sometimes. (Also… Idia occasionally forces Elio to do gacha rolls for him. His luck is just better, and he wants that new character!!)

Ithel:

- his personality is actually pretty dramatic and sarcastic lol, he says funny stuff constantly but under his breath. very studious as well!!! he’s very smart

- when I say he’s experiencing trauma, I MEAN it. like. constant nightmares of dying, panic attacks, etc. the two years when he’s separated from Elio while he’s at school are what push him over the edge. Despite this, he outwardly seems to hold it together pretty well.

- he’s an amazing actor! If he wasn’t as freaked out, he might actually be able to get a role in a movie or something—it would make him happy.

- he teases Epel for being “cute” constantly, just because he knows it bothers him. despite that, they get along fairly well. The type of friendship that roll their eyes behind Vil’s back and then giggle at each other, and then immediately get caught lmao.

[sillygoblinantics]

Can I trauma dump for a second?

Personal essay by Bri

Can I be vulnerable with you all for a brief post? You don’t have to read what’s under here if you don’t want to hear about dark thoughts and events from my childhood. So take this as a content warning going forward, especially if you are not in a good state of mind I want you to ignore this post and check out my other light hearted stuff in the meantime. 🩵

In the past month spanning the duration of September, Lily Orchard has made several posts answering self asks where she makes various and progressively worse than the last threats on many people who she labels are stalkers.

Each of these posts were said throughout the month that is a very particular awareness month: suicide prevention month. The amount of ways she’s phrased it are just heartless and reckless.

Today, being no different than the others has struck a cord to me personally.

For context:

I was transferred to a school for kids with learning disabilities when I was 9 in the middle fourth grade. At this private school I would receive proper education and resources that would help me excel but in less than four years at this school I would be the target and victim to one boy’s torment and abuse. Let’s call him Pepsi, because he wouldn’t shut up about bragging about how his mom was ceo of the company’s local branch. Pepsi had been a troubled boy who had bullied kids before I arrived and because of his parents the school couldn’t do anything outside of suspension. I being prone to teasing and not understanding tone or jokes due to being born autistic was the perfect target for Pepsi. So he would harass and pick on me: tripping me in hallways, flipping me off, calling me names and messing with something I showed interest in, standard bullying stuff. During this time I was slowly driven into high stress/anxiety and shortly following I would have depression. I would hurt myself by scratching my arms with paperclips which my mom would eventually request the school have a teacher escort me to and from the bathroom just so I wouldn’t self harm. This was between 4th, 5th and 6th grade.

It was around here that I begun having suicidal ideation… I tried asphyxia: belt, infinity scarf and even a cats-in-the-cradle toy. These attempts were always at home and would be stopped by my parents… at one point my old dog came bursting in to check on me when I was crying my eyes out and wouldn’t leave my side until she made sure I was ok.

(I’m tearing up over that specific memory as I type this out… she was a very good dog…)

Seventh grade Pepsi would do something that began my ideations and planning that would go into effect the next grade. During a school dance, I decided to invite my brother and his two friends as I didn’t know any guys or really thought someone liked me. I tried to hangout with my brother on the bleachers in the gym. While sitting on the bleachers one of my peers approached and asked if I’d slow dance with them. No boy ever did this and I thought it was genuine I was so happy until at the other side of the gym, under the basket ball hoop against the wall, surrounded by other boys (who weren’t goons) I saw Pepsi, laughing. Laughing and pointing and I still remember the feeling I had as I could feel my lil heart shatter into pieces in my chest.

I ran to the bathrooms tears running down my face. My brother and his friends saw this and were about to beat Pepsi up but the school chaperones stopped them. I wish they didn’t.

From then to eighth grade I was barely myself and would sit in class staring out the windows down the long uphill half mile long driveway that cut through a small bit of woods and opened to the busy road. I’d watch all kinds of cars pass: big cars, small cars, pickup trucks, suvs, eighteen wheelers, buses and all sorts of vehicles pass by between the tree line. I’d watch and imagine myself being hit, thinking of the day I’d enact this plan.

I was excited for eighth grade, not only would I be graduating and headed for high school but it was the year our grade would get to perform one of two Shakespeare plays! The class before us did Romeo and Juliet and our class would get to perform the Scottish play. I was excited even if I was a narrator. My mom made it clear to the school and teachers to make sure that Pepsi and I were kept apart at all times. At. All. Times.

The one time during rehearsal, when me and Pepsi were in the same room, the one moment that a teacher stepped out for just a few minutes. Pepsi took the opportunity and berated me, said every nasty thing he could at me.

I can’t remember most but what I know is something about my weight and that no one would love me and that I should die.

I felt a switch go off and suddenly I was speed walking towards the door of the gym (the stage was in the gym since the art and music classes were connected to the gym) and as I was walking I could hear my teacher calling my name but I didn’t look back. Once I got out the door I ran, I ran so fast.

I ran down the hill, the sound of my shoes hitting the pavement echoed in my ears still and the only thing in my mind were: the plan but also the hope that I was still being chased by the teacher, I kept running and running and by the third Italian cypress tree that lead to the small forested area and up the driveway of the school I skidded to a halt. I caught my breath and with a glimmer of hope for a hand to grab me I looked behind me:

…

The teacher wasn’t there… they stopped chasing me. Why did they stop chasing me? Weren’t they suppose to care?! Why aren’t they here?! I looked back at the road now crying for a different reason. I flaked out… I couldn’t go through with the plan. ‘No one would care’ I thought… so I turned around and ran back up the hill and past the school buildings and near the back where I waited and cried for the day to be over or for someone to notice me. The advisor or some type of teacher; who would take his class on nature walks behind the school on the old trails where an amphitheater was; found me. I didn’t tell my mom at pick up. I told my first therapist about it and later was sent to a hospital and then five days at a literal hell where it only instilled fear of being vulnerable and honest about my mental health stayed. I had to stay out of school for a few months until I could graduate… I missed my chance to be a narrator for the play, I fumbled my science fair… I would forget about this day until I was a junior in high school with a new counselor and my mom. I only had dreams of running down the hill of my middle school and I never knew why until my mom told me and my counselor… those dreams stopped after the revelation.

I was twelve years old when I tried to kill myself via being hit by a car.

Lily orchard, you have no fucking right to act like the bigger person because you’re trans or native or whatever bullshit you spew.

It’s been two or three years since I’ve had any suicidal thought, a year since I’ve self harmed and I refuse to relapse now.

I don’t wish any horrible thing on you, no one does, no one has or will ever wish harm or ill will on you. And the people who do have something to say about you are validated after putting up with your abuse that has been documented on so many occasions.

I don’t wish what I have gone through on my middle school bully, I wouldn’t wish the worst thing ever on him. I wouldn’t wish the worst fate even on you.

The only thing I wish you get: is help. Actually human help.

And Lily, if I see you talk smack about anyone’s mother or father like this again, there’s nothing I can do in my power to act; because you’ve already done it to yourself.

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Thank you to those who aren’t Lily orchard for reading this, it’s a heavy subject for me that as I share and open up about becomes much lighter and helps me get the strength and confidence to be able to be honest with the people I care most about outside of the internet.

While I can say I’m in a better place it’s always changing but it’s gotten easier to manage and recenter myself.

Stay safe everyone (ówò)

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

OC in 15

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rules: share 15 lines of dialogue that capture the vibes of your oc!

I'm doing my autistic son Raven because he's my favorite child (and I have the most actually written for him 😅)

"I'd protect you even if it wasn't my job."

“How many times have I told you that you need to be more careful with sharp things, princess?”

 “I agree that they [Sapphire's parents] are a little much, but if I don’t do my job and get you back before they realize you’re gone, they will quite literally kill me. And I would prefer to keep my head attached to my body.”

Raven’s head whipped between the bandits now barreling towards them, and the princess. “Did you do that on purpose?” / She grinned smugly and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I need to get out of here,” He gasped, “Can-... Can we go somewhere else, please? Somewhere that’s not so-” He squeezed his eyes shut. “...Loud?”

“I can braid hair,” He said, “I’ve mentioned before I have sisters, you think I never braided their hair?”

She shifted, turning so her back was to him. “Alright. Do your worst.” / He gently pulled her long auburn locks out of its braid, softly detangling them. “I intend to do my best, actually.”

“What about this: if you promise to be a little more careful and not put yourself in danger, I’ll-“ his face twisted in confusion and concentration for a second. “I’ll… breathe down your neck less…” He blinked, running a hand through his soft, dark brown waves. “Is that what you meant? That’s what you meant, right?” [my sweet autistic son, i love you]

"I think kidnapping someone to be their slave over a stream is more rude than what I said."

"Do you think I got all of them?" / Raven nodded to the glittery carnage in her wake. "Uh, yes, I think you did." He rubbed his sore wrists, then gestured cautiously to his sword. "Can I... have my sword back please?"

“Do you ever wish you hadn’t become my bodyguard?”  / “Sometimes-” Sapphire’s face fell and he quickly added. “-but other times I wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, but… also the most happy and excited to live. I haven’t known a lot of people that were excited to just live.”

[Raven] “You’re kind of ruining my rescue plan.” / [Sapphire] “Oh, I’m ruining your plan? You’re the one ruining my escape plan-”

“I will always come for you, you understand?” He told her. His voice cracked as he choked on tears, but he couldn’t have cared less. “I will always come for you, no matter how long it takes. And if you ever end up in that awful place again, I’ll bust down those dark gates myself. You’re never going back there if I have anything to say about it.”

“What if it weren’t murder though? What if it were… an unfortunate accident? We need the life essence for the spell don’t we? And the animals we’re killing for food clearly aren’t going to make enough for the spell.” He leaned on his wagon where his princess was fast asleep under her curse. “I’m just saying-”

“No. Well-” Raven bit his lip as he watched her sleep on his shoulder. “She never got them before. After rescuing her from the sleeping curse… she gets them every night now." ... "She’s not scared of anything, ma. Or… she wasn’t… until…”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Question, could I request the riddlers with s/o who has sensory issues? If you feel comfortable writing for it

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

OH BOY, DO I... You came to the right place I have PLENTY of personal experience with sensory issues. Nightmare. Lots of Riddler parties lately! Seems like you guys LIKE them or something.

For those unaware, I'll be referencing sensory overload which is a common experience with neurodivergent people where certain sensations become Too Much and sets off an intensive reaction emotionally and/or physically. For example, me being autistic, when I personally experience overload I first get really irritable and uncomfortable which can quickly turn to hyperventilation/feeling like I cannot breath if i can't resolve/get away from the source of the overload. I tend to have issues with a bit of everything sensory wise, but it can be a little different for everyone with certain sensations being much more likely to trigger or be upsetting than it is for others.

TW: Ableism mention, self-harm relating to bad sensory issues

Gotham

Oh does he know all about it. He's the one who is definitely on spectrum and experiences the most outward symptoms. The worst for him is the sensations of bad touch and textures. Fortunately smell doesn't bother him much considering his old line of work. Yet if it's something that bothers you, he'll be happy to keep some coffee nearby! Coffee contains nitrogen, which helps neutralize odors. So it's a natural deodorizer! If.... If that's what bothers you.

The most sympathetic to sensory issues because he knows what it's like. He's also very aware of the consequences of too much turning into sensory overload. You'll notice a lot of his clothing is rather sleek, more of a silken or cotton texture. As a child he had this wool sweater his father would make him wear until Edward scratched himself to bleeding. Anything slightly itchy on his skin will send him over the fucking edge. Maybe you relate.

He will get overprotective about you getting set off. A little baggie of coffee beans, ready to cut the wiring on lights that are too bright, maybe even shoot someone not willing to turn the goddamn music down! Excuse me, this dish has x and that has a bad mouth feel so they NEED to take this back and remake it. If it's you, you deserve the fuss.

BTAS

Not related to sensory issues per say, but this is the man that would make the highest tier fidget gear for you. You can bet he would be equally attentive to satisfying sensory issue situations. Get ready for weighted blankets and a room that is basically a sensory cocoon for you to escape to when things get to be too much. It's not a devoid space, it's just a room set up for you that he'll never put air fresheners or candles in, it has some light sound proofing and it's own thermostat. He'll call it your "office."

He already modified most of his place to be adjustable at the drop of a hat, but now he polishes it off and gives you the remote. Dimmer type switches for all the lights in the house and you can shutter up the windows, too. He's ready to cater to whatever it is that irritates you in particular.

If you ever get a sensory overload in public, he's the one who will notice and quickly whisk you away to a quiet and safe spot to help you come down. Breathing exercises that he made sure to look up for you, hugging pressure if that's what you need and a soft voice to ground you.

60s

You are going to need to remind him a lot. It's not because he doesn't care or won't do anything for you, it's because a lot of his life is kind of nightmarish sensory-wise and he's just used to that level of chaos by now. He does everything big! Big lights, big sounds, you get it. Plus he doesn't really know a lot of neurodivergent people so it's not something he's actively aware or thinking of.

That being said, however, he's doing the equivalent of taking his jacket off so you can cross a puddle- but with sensory issues! "Oh! Pretty thing, do cover your ears, this might be loud." Mentally keeps a list of foods or ingredients that you don't like the texture of. Just in case he notices before you! Then he gets the bonus of being your knight in armor looking out for you.

If anyone were to be rude about it or uncompromising, he'd take it as a personal offense. Likely give them a witty riddle, a slight scare and then plots to ruin their day/life in the near future. No one is going to mess with you and get away with it.

Zero Year

Undiagnosed, but lowkey has the Tism. He's INCREDIBLY picky about the food he eats because of related sensory issues. It can't be too mushy, it can't be too grainy, it can't be too hard to chew- the list goes on. He's an expert at sending things back in restaurants if it bothers him, so he'll definitely do it for you.

Just know that at times he will be too self-involved and might unintentionally set you off before remembering last second. He'll be apologetic when he does it! Try to suck up and get back on your good side. Remember all the times he went out of his way to do NICE things for your sensory issues!

He will be downright obnoxious if someone else is setting off your sensory issues, however. Do you know the statistics of the population having sensory issues and YOU'RE playing loud music in your tiny shitty establishment? Do you know what that's like for someone who is sensitive to auditory issues? Maybe a little experiment is in order...

Do not ask what the experiment entails unless you want graphic details.

Arkham

Has sensory issues himself but would never admit there could be something "wrong" with him, so he downplays it a LOT as if it's just a regular experience. It's one of several reasons why his hideouts tend to lack the noise of other people. He also immensely dislikes physical touch unless he initiates it himself or it's you. So when you explain it, he's both understanding a little surprised.

Of course there's a name for it. There's a name for everything and he knew that- but also... knowing there's a phrasing to explain what he's been experiencing is enlightening to say the least. Considering this is the man that would make fidget rings and the like to keep you occupied if you also stim, he's going to try and be attentive to sensory stuff.

If it's something like aversion to his machinery noises, for example, while he's not going to stop making things... You find a set of noise-cancelling headphones waiting at the door when you enter the hideout. He won't stop specific behaviors of his for you, but he'll try to find ways of making it okay for you. Compromising! It's definitely showing his way of loving you since anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off if they didn't like how he lives his life.

Telltale

Don't take this the wrong way but at first, he's going to think you're just being overly sensitive/picky. Because you're his partner, he's not going to be intentionally rude about it. If something is bothering you, he'll try to take care of it. Whether it's a sound or smell or feel on your skin- He doesn't mind taking whatever steps to try and resolve it.

Likely he won't take it seriously until there's A) A sensory overload or B) You really have a conversation with him about why it's a big deal. Mentioning how it's not that different from his OCD triggers would be helpful here. Then he gets it.

His grand narcissism still effects his perception of other people's issues, even when it's the one he loves. Once he has the realization, however, he'll be getting on the ball and will torment anyone who doesn't take you seriously. What are your needs? He wants to have the full discussion. Because, whatever it is, he plans on you having it from now on.

2022

While it might not be sensory issues exactly, he knows the sensation of being mentally and physically overloaded in a way that could incapacitate you entirely. The moment you tell him, he's almost apologetic. Are you telling him because he did something that triggered your issues? No? Oh, thank god.

If it's related to touching, it'll be a little hard for him at first. He really wants to cuddle and be physically affectionate but he will respect your boundaries if it really bothers you. Otherwise, this guy is going to have the softest blankets and pillows for you to burrow in after a hard day. He can even lay on you or the blankets for a weighted component! Matching cozy sweaters and socks that are soft on your skin.

Sensory overload will scare the shit out of him the first time it happens. Such an intense reaction and you seem so distressed! Afterwards he'll be learning the signs that it could be starting with you and your triggers so that he can shut it down before it gets bad. He is not above murder to stop the trigger if need be. It's for his angel, after all!

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 2: The Exile

Chapter warning: Character injury, description of warfare

Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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The Exile

Tech had been more excited to meet the siren again than he initially thought he’d be. Three days had passed far too slowly for his taste, and his brothers noticed he was more distractible than usual. Hunter took it as the aftermath of a near death experience, and told the others to give him some space to decompress. 

That suited Tech just fine, and at midnight on the scheduled day he snuck out of the bunkroom as carefully as he knew how. The usually persistent rain had slowed, so he crouched by the docks edge to look for Shiani in the water below with his flashlight. 

It didn't take long for him to spot glowing eyeshine just at the bottom of the service ladder, so he clambered down carefully. 

She smiled when she saw him, lifting her head fully from the waves and offering him a hand. He jammed his rebreather into his mouth and nodded, reaching back until her fingers found his and a tentacle wrapped around his middle. She took him down, through a small underwater tunnel that led into the volcano cavern. When they popped up in their private little beach, she set him on the shore before hauling herself up. Faint blue bioluminescence pulsed along her sides and tentacles in the dark of the cavern, and he watched her pump the water out of her chest cavity though the gill slits on her side so she could take a breath of air.

“Good to see Tech again.” She signed. 

Tech nodded, reaching into the dry bag he'd brought and setting out four camping lanterns so they could see. Shiani's eyes brightened at the light, leaning over them with the fascination of a child. “Likewise.”

He strung the lanterns on a simple dart line and attached it to two outcroppings like industrial strength string lights. Shiani clapped her hands and made a series of cooing sing-song noises he could only interpret as happy. “Lights are pretty. Love lights.” 

He smiled, scooting over closer to her. “I brought you a comm device. It was Wrecker’s, but he broke it and I was able to repair and reinforce its water-resistant properties. It should now be fully waterproof.”

Shiani let him show it to her, comparing it to the one he wore on his wrist before he attached it to her own just above her manacles. “Comm device.” She repeated when he tapped it, leaning in. Up close, he could see a greenish discoloration on her left cheek, and a cut that had scabbed over in blue. It looked a little swollen, which was concerning considering the level of cleanliness that could be expected in the ocean.

“Yes… what happened here?” He gestured towards her face when she cocked her head to the side. She touched under the swelling and winced. 

“Argument with big brother.” 

He nodded. His brothers got into fights all the time, and Hunter and Crosshair came to blows about once a week. “It looks painful. I can bring bacta the next time.”

“Bacta.” She repeated aloud, determined to learn the language.

“Yes. It is a healing agent.” He explained, pulling out his datapad. “Here, if we are going to share ideas we should start with language. This is Arubesh, the written version of Basic.” 

“Arubesh.” Shiani smiled, looking at the screen as he typed and signed what he said so she could start understanding. She was a very quick learner, he found, memorizing the names of his tools and what his and her names looked like.

He showed her how to use her comm and started teaching her to read, deciding he liked teaching. She sat with her many limbs updrawn, hugging them as she concentrated. After several hours, she flapped her hands to get him to look at her. “What do you call those?” She pointed up out the mouth of the volcano. 

The rain had slacked up and the cloud cover was rolling away, revealing the sparkling shine of starlight. Shiani’s eyes were wide, mesmerized by it. Tech looked up to, and while he’d seen the sky many times he couldn’t help but look forward to the day he’d finally get into a ship and have his chance among them. “They are called stars.”

“Stars.” Shiani repeated, smiling softly. 

Tech nodded. “One day, after my training, I will board a ship and fly out among the stars to fight in a war.” He explained. 

“You’re a little boy, Tech. Shouldn’t be going to war. War is death.” She frowned, looking at him worriedly. 

“I will not be a boy much longer.” He shook his head. “We were designed to age rapidly until adulthood, then it will slow to normal human rates.”

Shiani’s frown deepened. “No childhood, and your life shorter. That’s terrible.”

“I do not mind.” He shrugged. “It is my purpose. We are clones, we were designed to be expendable.”

“Life is not expendable.” She wanted to scoop him into her arms and secret him away from Tipoca City, horrified that the longnecks had a new method of cruelty to inflict on the innocent of the galaxy. Tech was surely an innocent, with those big golden-brown eyes that looked back at her behind yellow lenses and messy auburn hair. He should have had a lifetime to worry about his dreams, not train for a war he clearly hadn’t started or chosen. “Whose war?”

“I am unsure. The information is tightly controlled by the longnecks.” 

Shiani sighed. “They’re bad people, Tech.”

“They made me, and my brothers.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, hoping she didn’t terminate this friendship they seemed to be forming. He liked talking to her. 

“Even bad people have to make something good every once in a while.” She sighed again, reaching for his face before pausing an inch from his cheek. “No touch.” She said aloud, chastening herself and putting the clawed hand back in her lap. 

Tech glanced at his comm. It was an hour until dawn, and he needed to be back and washed before Hunter smelled seawater on him. “I must return to Tipoca soon.” 

Shiani nodded. “I’ll take you back. Three more days?” 

“That sounds acceptable. You can contact me with the comm device, if I do not answer I will call you back as soon as I can.”

“Comm Tech. Tech comm back.” She beamed, offering him an arm to sweep him back to the dock. He was getting used to how fast she swam, and now that he’d waterproofed his goggles he could see the natural landscape underneath the support struts of the Tipoca. The most concerning part was the amount of scrap and garbage just outside of the cave walls. The city dumped most of its trash into the water, and it left behind a soggy landfill just underneath. Shiani took him right to the ladder this time, and hovered at the water’s surface until he made it to the top. She lifted an arm and waved goodbye to him, flashing her teeth in a big smile before she disappeared to get home before morning. 

Kashae never needed to know she’d slipped out after he’d thought she was in bed. Big brothers were just overprotective and suspicious, but she’d show him how useful contact with the surface was. Tech would keep their secret, and she’d learn how to fix everything falling apart in Acopit. 

Shiani stopped at the Temple on her way home, swimming through the large worship hall. The flood had broken out stained glass windows, the colorful shards now worn smooth and littering the ground for blocks around the temple. The Holy of Holies was her favorite place, and had been since she was small and her father brought her here. The domed ceiling was patterned with a mosaic that had survived time and sea, showing the gods of the sirens. They’d been in this place long before it was filled with coral and water, when sirens shared land with longnecks and songs echoed across the surface. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tiara of coral and stone, setting it on her head lightly before approaching the mosaic respectfully. 

Three figures looked down at her as she floated, their painted eyes as real as her own looking back. They weren't sirens like her, but so much more. The Melody, the Light, was a beautiful woman with long greenish hair and a flying creature on her arm. She looked radiant and serene, one hand extended like she'd offer her friendship with grace. 

On the other side was The Harmony, the Dark. His fist was clenched, power radiating from his hardened being decorated with red tattoos on his face. A powerful ally or dangerous enemy, who could crush the soul from her soft body with a whim. 

Between them was the Song. Balance incarnate, holding out a hand to each of his children. A Father with his son and daughter, offering choice and council. 

The Melody gave the sirens their song. The Harmony gave them their scream. With both, and the guidance of the Father, their chains were broken and they were free from eternal bondage. That was what the priests and priestesses said, when they sang out the stories to the gathered sirens at high holidays. 

Shiani reached her little hands up to both at once, longing for the starlight and darkness of space above the cold depths. That was real freedom, and all she'd ever wanted-

“Princess Illumai.” Another siren’s voice caught her off guard, and she turned. It was three castle guards, all of them holding the harpoon launchers the sirens used both for defense and hunting. 

Shiani frowned, eyes locked on the weapons in their hands. “You can’t be in here. It’s forbidden to bring weapons into the Temple, especially in here..”

“Not when making an arrest on the order of the King, Princess.” The guard captain looked regretful, his green skin carrying an unhappily dull yellow undertone. “King Kashae has ordered us to bring you to the High Council Chamber as soon as you returned to the city.” 

Shiani blanched almost gray. Kashae had ordered someone to watch her… He knew she’d left. He knew she’d deliberately disobeyed him… not her brother but her king.

“Please just come with us.” The captain waved, and she was surrounded and escorted out. She glanced back at the three gods, eyes wide with terror. 

Sirens didn’t keep prisoners. Punishment for minor lawbreaking was time spent working for various parts of the city like the hunting parties or craftsmen guilds. But serious crimes were punished with exile, which was almost certain death. Sirens weren’t meant to live alone. They needed each other, their families and clans supported them in every part of life. Childrearing, hunting, care of the injured…

She was ushered from the Temple to the High Council Chamber, a former courthouse with a low center and arena-like raised seating so her judges could look down at the accused. Kashae sat quietly in a throne at the front, a scowl on his face when his sister was pushed, terrified, into the middle of the room. “You went to the longneck city.”

She met his eyes, deciding there was no point in attempting a lie. She had her reasons, he had to understand. If she could sway the Council, twenty older sirens including her own parents, she could maybe survive this. “I did. I went in search of a way to protect this city.”

“I forbid you to go, as your king.” He stared her down. 

“I know. But I did what I thought was best for our people. As Minister of Security, a position you gave me because you know I care about the sirens of this city. I was doing my duty.” She held her head up high, looking at the various ministers and council members. Some were listening, others seemed to have their minds made up about her. She’d always been a thorn in the side of the old-fashioned, pushing for upgrades and new ways of thinking when what they’d always done was crumbling around them. “It’s only a matter of before the perimeter defenses fail. The lights already barely work. If we don’t do something, we’ll end up with no power and trapped in the dark. Is that what you all want?” 

There was a murmur throughout the chamber. 

Kashae sighed, looking to the side. “Irri?” 

A light blue female with a finely crafted coral tiara floated down from her seat next to him. She was Kashae’s mate, dressed in a sea-silk tunic the young king had made himself only a year before to woo her. “I followed you, Shiani.” Irri said softly. “You weren’t just seen, you met with a surface-dweller on purpose.”

Horrified gasps and sharp bursts of vocalization rattled the chamber. Kashae sat upright, looking at his sister with a dead serious expression. His tentacles were pulsing with blue rings, his eyes showing he was fighting to hold his temper in check. “You made contact with a long neck?”

“No. He’s a human!” Shiani shook her head, hands coming up. “His people are slaves too. They’re not evil, I read his hearts-”

“You read a surface-dweller’s hearts?” One of the council gasped. “You let it that close?”

“He’s only a child!” Shiani turned, eyes wide as she felt the sympathies in the room shift. She was losing them; a potentially lethal situation. 

“A child that the longnecks made?” Kashae hissed. “I told you it was too dangerous. Even if his hearts were pure, he’s a child. You can’t trust a child to understand the severity of keeping our people hidden…” He gritted his fangs, the seam of his jaw twitching. “Apparently, I can’t trust you either.”

“Kashae, please-” Shiani pleaded. 

“You’re nineteen cycles old, Shiani. The youngest minister on my council. I thought you would know better, but you can’t stop dreaming!” He slammed his fist into the arm rest of his seat and lost the fight to keep from snarling at her. “You put our entire people in danger over some nonsense a Tidedreamer babbled about when you were a child! A thousand years ago, a king's sister would have killed anything to do with the surface on sight.” 

“A thousand years ago, this city wasn’t about to be overrun by things a hundred times our size!” She slammed her hands down on the podium in front of her in return. “Tech is the key!” 

“I will hear no more about this, or the surface. You will be stripped of your position as Minister of Security, and you’ll be making harpoon guns in the city where I can keep an eye on you. You’re lucky I don’t strip you of your place as your mother’s heir.” Kashae shook his head. “After you go back and drown that thing you showed yourself to, so he can’t tell the longnecks about us.”

Shiani froze, horrified. “... You want me to kill a little boy?”

“It’s your own fault, Shiani. You should have kept yourself hidden. Now go up there, find that… human… and drown it.” 

“No.” Her fists clenched at her sides. “I won’t.” 

Irri blanched and looked at Kashae, who looked like he was boiling over with fury. In the seats above them, their father Kathal also went ghastly pale. The room started to whisper about the Princess’ defiance and recklessness. 

“Will you dance for his life?” Kashae gritted out. “Is that how you want this to end?”

“Your majesty…” Kathal called, trying to level his son’s rage. “A Fang Dance seems extreme to suggest…” 

“I don’t want to fight you, Kashae. But I won’t kill a child who didn’t do anything wrong.” Shiani swallowed hard. A Fang Dance was a fight til surrender or death, and Kashae had been leader of his hunting party before he was even old enough to take a mate. He was one of the best warriors in Acopit, and the surrounding cities of Below Kamino. 

“If you won’t fight and you won’t kill him, you leave me no choice.” Kashae’s voice went icy cold.

Kathal’s mate and Shiani’s mother, Shina, let out a cry into her hands. Shiani glanced up at her parents, watching her father comfort her mother. It felt surreal, what was about to happen. She was the princess, there was a crown on her head and her ancestral chains on her wrists… yesterday, she’d been in charge of protecting the city. She’d been the jewel of Acopit, the most marriageable female in the sea who valued her work more than finding a mate. She’d been royalty. 

Kashae looked up at the gathered council members before steeling himself. “Last chance, Shiani. Decide your fate.” 

“I will not fight you. And I will not kill him.” She said firmly. 

“Then you have chosen exile. From this moment, you are no longer Shiani Illumai. Your clan name and ties are revoked. No siren will speak your name. No one will help you hunt, no one will tend your wounds. You are no one, and you will be driven from our city and hunting grounds. Surrender your chains and crown, you are no longer Queen Mother Shina’s heir.”

Shiani looked at her chains. Her inheritance from her mother, her link to her ancestors who escaped bondage and returned to the sea still trailing the broken chains the longnecks had kept them in. She was no longer princess or her mother’s daughter, it would be a simple if heartbreaking thing to take them off and lay them down. But her hearts surged with the absolutely unfairness of everything happening. She was trying to save these people. They were throwing her away, into the wilderness with nothing but what she had in her hands. All because she loved them, and she wasn’t a murderer. Because a little clone boy named Tech had bright golden eyes and she didn’t want to see the light go out in them. 

“No.” She said firmly, then hauled off and shoved the podium forward. It skidded towards Kashae and Irri, who both swam upwards out of the way. It was never meant to hit them, Shiani didn’t have the physical strength to shove the old stone that hard, but it made a great distraction as she took off as fast as she could past the guards and out of the chamber door. 

“Catch her!” Kashae ordered. 

Shiani booked it for the city gates, other guards on her tail. She was just past the perimeter when a squad of guards caught her, trying to hold her down and take the crown and chains off her. She hissed and snapped, trying to get away while their claws raked her flesh and she was struck with the butts of the harpoon guns. Just as she thought her only connection left to who she’d been an hour before would be ripped off her skin, a dark shadow eclipsed the group. The guards looked up, spotting a massive shark, and darted back towards the city perimeter where they’d be safe. Shiani grabbed her crown from the sand and took off again trailing blood. 

They’d come back after her once the shark was gone. They’d hunt her to the death for stealing the chains… There was only one place they’d never follow. Tipoca City, in the midst of the longnecks. The only way she’d survive was to go back to the shadow of the enemy and their city lights, and pray she wasn’t found. So she made a beeline back for the volcano cavern, shooting through the narrow tunnel and back to the little private beach she’d only a few hours ago been sharing with Tech. 

His camp lights were still strung up, turned off when they detected the rising sun outside. She lay on her back in the sand, clutching her crown and bleeding into the waves that lapped up against her skin. After a few moments of staring up at the circle of daylight above her, she pumped the water out of her chest and sucked in a breath of air. It came out in a desperate, broken little scream of agony before the siren rolled onto her side and curled into a ball. She was nameless, clanless, utterly alone in the galaxy with no way to hunt or protect herself… the former darling princess of Acopit now left to fend for herself in a heap of garbage underneath her ancestral enemy’s city. 

The only ray of hope was a single clone, a child soldier who’d grow up much too fast to go to war… but when Shiani had cried herself out and curled up in the drier sand to tend to her stinging injuries, she decided she wasn’t afraid to pin her hopes on Tech. He was a good boy, he’d grow into a good man. And if her stubborn people wouldn’t let her save them, that was fine. She’d make a new goal, and Tech could teach her. 

She was getting off this planet, into the stars. 

Shiani wasn’t at the dock when Tech climbed down to the surface of the water, and she didn’t answer his comm when he tried to call her. He disliked interruptions to his schedule, and he’d planned to spend the night talking and teaching. He wasn’t giving that up without a good reason, so he jammed his rebreather grumpily into his mouth and swam himself down until he found the tunnel. It was claustrophobic by himself, instead of zooming through at the speed of waterjet propulsion, but he made it in about a half hour from the time he’d started swimming. 

He wasn’t prepared to see the siren laying on the sand, curled in a tight ball and an… incorrect shade of purple. “Shiani?” He frowned once he’d spit out the rebreather, crawling over to her. 

Her head lolled over to him, blinking like she was fighting exhaustion to stay awake. “... Tech?” She mumbled. There were new bruises and deep scratches all over her, some of her tentacles glued together with dried blood. 

“You are hurt.” Tech jumped right into problem-solving mode. “I brought bacta. Let me see.” He had to sign at her to get her to uncurl, but she did eventually let him look. The scratches all came in sets of four or five, and the worst ones across her back looked like they might be infected. He carefully sprayed down everything he could see and cleaned the worst ones with alcohol first, which made her squeal and squirm. “I am sorry. I know it is unpleasant. What happened to you?”

“Big fight with brother.” She winced, flexing her freshly bandaged limbs. 

“Perhaps you should stay away from him. He does not seem very nice to you, and these injuries are more severe than a typical fight. Hunter and Crosshair fight all the time, but I have never seen them hurt each other this badly.”

“Going to stay here now. Cave will be my home.” She sat upright, looking at him with concern in her eyes. “You came here by yourself.”

“I expected you at the dock. When you were not there, I was concerned.” He said as if it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy. Shiani’s hearts ached to think her brother wanted her to drag him to the bottom of the sea and kill him. Tech was so kind and pure… quirky, maybe, but what did she know? Maybe all humans were like that. She’d never seen one before him. 

“Tech is sweet.” She lightly patted his hand, which she justified as a needed little touch. Sirens were cuddly, and if he’d let her she would have folded him into her coils and held him like a child’s doll to comfort them both. Her for the pain and him for having worried about her. 

He sat close to her, pushing up a little mound of dry sand for her to lean on that wouldn’t hurt her back. “You intend to live in here? You will need better accommodations, but I would be able see you frequently.”

“Shiani would like that. Tech will be my best friend.” She smiled fondly. “Shiani can see you grow up, even if it is too fast.” 

“I will be biologically fully grown in less than another standard year. After that, my aging should slow. I believe the age progression models indicate the equivalent of about 25 to 30 standard years.” 

Shiani chuckled. “Be older than me. Shiani only 19.” 

Tech nodded. “I will likely catch up with you in a few months. Would you still like me to teach you to repair things, or will that change since your living situation is different?”

“Can Tech teach me to build a starship?” She turned her head to look at him. The light from the lanterns caught his eyes at the right angle to turn the brown into honey gold. It was charming, and he was adorable… though it was unsettling to think in a year he’d be a grown man. Would it change things for him? Or her? 

“I would have to learn to build one myself, but I can share the knowledge I obtain. But perhaps we should start with Basic, so we can talk while we work? It would be difficult to sign and use tools.” 

Shiani nodded. “That’s a good idea.” 

“Of course it is. I am seldom wrong.” He poked his index finger into the air, a charming little habit she already was finding endearing after only seeing it once. “I used to say never… but that was before I left my tools in my pocket and sank during that aquatics lesson.”

Shiani giggled. “Had to be wrong one time, so Shiani could meet Tech.” 

Tech looked around. “Perhaps we should start by making a list of things you will need. I can steal them from around the barracks, and bring them to you.” 

The siren beamed. “Tech is my favorite person.” 

Tech pinked slightly when her tentacles wrapped around his middle in an unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome hug. He’d thought about those tentacles a lot in the last three days, fascinated with the way they moved. Maybe she was his favorite person too… he didn’t hate when she hugged him, like he did when Wrecker picked him up off the floor.

[billieeilishshusband]

Billie Eilish x Autistic Male Reader

I hated loud sounds, It hurts my ears. But when i got a ticket with my friend for a Billie concert i wasn't going to pass, We were at the front, I had my headphones on because as much as i love Billie music hurts when it's too loud, anything does. I had the crowd and how close we all were, I didn't speak ever, well not sentences, It was words or noises, sometimes just because i hear a noise i just repeat that noise. While bopping my head to Billie's music i kept making a happy noise i couldn't describe it.

That started to annoy the man next to me, i was waving my hands around it was something i normally did when i was excited. That really pissed off the guy next to me who turned me around to face him, before pushing me into my friend. He started yelling which caused attention from Billie and the bodyguards. She stopped performing just before the guy had pushed me, she was going on about life and performing before she turned "What's going on?" She jumped off stage much to the pain of bodyguards "He won't stop making annoying noises and he won't quit moving his hands around" The man held his hands on the metal bars "Not to mention those stupid fucking headphones" I was sure what to say

"What's wrong with what he's doing?" Billie said clearly annoyed with the man "He's clearly Ret-rded or something he shouldn't fucking be here" He yelled annoyed. I hated that word it was so stupid, i started to tear while my friend was about to yell "You shouldn't be here if you have a problem with someone having fun." Billie said getting close to the man "Apologise and move, or i will get bodyguards to get you out of here" The man looked at me "He probably doesn't even fucking understand me there's no point in apologising" The man fought back. Billie poked one of the body guards and he moved the metal bars before handling the man out "bye-Bye!" Billie said flipping off the guy "You okay?" Billie looked at you kneeling down while back on the stage, I gave her a thumbs up and nodded.

The rest of the concert was fun, after the concert you could take photos with her in line, i waited in line while my friend was taking photos. After a hour and a half, i got to Billie "Hey!" she smiled, i waved excitedly "Hi i'm Sarah and this is YN, they don't speak much but when i tell you he was excited to be here, i mean it" Sarah my friend said while hugging Billie "I'm sorry about that guy earlier he was an asshole" She apologised "Oh no it's fine he's had some way worse things say" She chuckled nervously "Oh i'm sorry" She said feeling bad "it's okay" after that quick conversion Billie went to say Hi to you, i wasn't the biggest fan of hugging people, but i ran to Billie. She chuckled and hugged me back "Nice to meet you YN" She said, i didn't let go of the hug until a minute later "Billie!" I said excitedly. after the photo she thanked us and apologised once more

[tuhbanbuv]

Ode To Ouroboros Headcanons

This turned into a massive ramble but anytime I have the chance to infodump about any of my fics or AUs I will take it.

So enjoy some Ode To Ouroboros headcanons/lore because yes:

Cutman “Cutty” considers himself a cousin to the Light trio. Not exactly a sibling but not as distant as the other masters.

Blues is the closest thing you’ll get to an autistic robot master, sensory issues, not getting social cues and all before and after getting repaired.

Blues has PTSD and low self esteem from…well, everything. But he’s a better big brother than he thinks.

Rock has a crush on Bass, though it’s probably 89% not gonna be reciprocated…sorry, Rock, you can’t fix him.

Roll and Kalinka definitely have crushes on each other and it definitely started out all cutesy like a spontaneous kiss before having to part ways without another word Owl House style.

Tango was intended to be a sort of therapy animal for people with animal allergies or patients with low immunities that couldn’t risk any type of contamination. He sensed that Blues wasn’t well even when Roll repaired him in the Archie comics and helps to aid in his emotional recovery.

The twins (Rock and Roll) and Bass are 14-16, while Tempo and Blues are 17-20. Though Bass is on the older end of the 14-16 age range.

Rock has some slight resentment against Blues for leaving and coming back, especially since he still feels the weight of being Megaman is still on him despite his older brother returning. This will probably lead to things being said that he’ll regret…

Roll doesn’t hold any ill will, however. She just sees Blues as troubled and regretful for everything, and is secretly happy to get another brother. The two have a somewhat stronger relationship.

Light and Wily used to be a couple before and during Blues’ creation, but it was especially toxic on Wily’s end. Until the events of Chapter 4, Light truly believed he could’ve changed. Now any chance of them rekindling anything is long gone.

Adachi has a somewhat positive history with the Sniper Joe line, to the point they influenced a good part of their love for robots and misanthropy.

Blues knows some Spanish and Japanese, but usually sticks to Spanish.

Tempo was accidentally made tall due to a typographical error on her blueprints. She’s twice as tall as the Light siblings and doesn’t hesitate to carry her Blues any chance she gets.

Tempo and Blues got engaged shortly before the events of Ode to Ouroboros. They just figured that they’d rather do romantic stuff with each other rather than anyone else so they basically got engaged then and there. Tempo wears her ring under her glove and on her civilian form and Blues wears it as an earring so he doesn’t lose it. He does get a wedding band to wear on his new civilian form later on so people aren’t confused though.

There’s a good reason why Blues can contact X in his dreams but that’s a major spoiler. Just know that his dreams aren’t just dreams…

Roll loves fanfiction and reads it as much as she can. Light regrets introducing the internet to her.

Blues secretly looks up to Rock, but is somewhat protective of him. If anything bad happens to him he’ll immediately blame himself.

Rock and Roll introduce video games to Blues. Blues prefers slower or quieter games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon, but also enjoys rhythm games (especially with Vocaloids, his favorite is Kaito). Roll loves Kirby and Rock loves racing games. Roll has never won against her brothers during game nights.

Light thought Blues’ injuries were from his core corroding his body. He was wrong…

Blues’ scarf is his comfort item. He loves the thing dearly and will cuddle with it like it’s a baby blanket.

Blues loves music, it’s basically his coping mechanism and love language. Tempo knows this and will sing to him if he’s having a panic attack.

Tempo definitely calls Blues her “short king” and would hold him over her shoulder, bridal style, etc.

Bass (before the infection) hid a lot of his feelings underneath his ego. At one point, he was just as naive and innocent as Rock. Roll teaches Blues how to sew and bake to help distract him from his anxiety/depressing thoughts. It’s become a nice bonding activity between them.

Blues would definitely throw down if someone even remotely insulted his siblings. Any previous jealousy has been replaced with genuine love and protectiveness for the twins. He considers X a baby or son of sorts.

Guts-man is pretty much friends with everyone. Unless you’re Wily he’s nice off the bat.

Cut-man is pretty much best friends with Roll. He loves the kid and would do almost anything she’d ask. Almost, he has some standards.

Wily was planning on giving Bass a sister. Was.

[spicedfink]

Someone posted their opinion on tophabe and I'm not going to @ them since people are apparently being weird but it did make me want to voice my tophabe take because tbh it made me feel insecure and like I needed to explain myself because they were right and so real for what they said.

My thing with (s2) episode 8 is first off I can only process parts of it at a time because that episode made me uncomfortable Second is there is one major factors I take in when thinking about tophabe and a few minor factors: The biggest thing is Joan the canon end game love interest as far as we have been shown tried to point blank kill everybody which is objectively worse. As for minor factors I'll use bullet points: - Cleo also manipulates Abe not to that degree but for longer - All the cast are kind of bad people but the show only framed Topher's actions as bad which I found weird when I really thought about it then they said Harriet was a theater kid and I stopped caring about what the writing was meant to convey - Him giving good advice first in s2e8 reminds me of how I used to give a friend of mine bad advice as a joke when they kept ignoring my real advice and for some reason they took my joke advice seriously. - Topher wasn't in the classroom with Abe so he didn't know the teacher had been hitting on him so it feels like he's just making shit up on the spot - I don't see how Topher would have seen this working. Like it shows him being right there when it starts but like how? I know it's just because the plot said so but the actual "go sleep with this gross person" seems more like a "oh Abe would never actually do that" line of thought - like it reads more as "if I can get Abe insecure he won't ask Joan out" then "Abe will defiantly go for this" (still shitty but less) - It's a cartoon and their actions are exaggerated - s2e8 was such a horribly done episode all around that I can't do anything other than cherry pick it - poor mental health is hardly an excuse but man do I believe his therapist isn't doing him any favors (which is why I have his change therapist in my fanfics) - The fact they're still shitty high schoolers meaning they all have the most room for growth and I'm projecting my own journey of because and actual good person and figuring out my sexuality onto him (obviously wasn't his level of shitty but I said dumb shit and did weird emotionally charged things thanks to how I was raised and poor mental health) - Episode 1 of season 2 Topher got the t-rex arms so I attached myself to his character right then and there ("he's autistic just like me") - I like happy things. The show gave a character who they made clear was suppose to be disliked and bullied for being horrible and didn't show him do anything actually that bad until episode 8 out of 10. And before that ranges from normal weird teenager things he'd logically grow out of, trying too hard to be socially accepted and being mentally ill??? Like no. No I'm personally not going to think this character is a horrible person incapable of growth... And this is why my serious non one sided tophabe headcanons are all for when they are older because I really think Topher would, you know grow up and regret his past actions. Also since I see Topher as queer: internalized homophobia and the such are a bitch (speaking from experience)

I don't actually have a good reason for why Abe would like Topher back past I just think it'd be fun. If Abe gets with Joan and is friends with Cleo I think he should still be friends with Topher though

[panickingpansexuality]

Together? Until the End

Elliott x Autistic Reader

Autistic people have the average life span of thirty-six years at least in the United States and when I'm reminded that I don't get a lot of time on Earth I get really upset. So this is an intense story of what people may need to hear. So this story talks a lot about death and self harm, you have been warned.

Also it is almost one in the morning so I am not sure if this will be any good.

It was another bad night, something that you often dealt with alone, but now that you were dating an incredibly considerate guy you didn't have to.

Elliott had come over around five to spend the night, he expected to find you outside with your cows or maybe even resting in the grass under a tree, not in bed clutching a stuffed animal to your chest like a life line.

"Love?" Elliott said, coming towards you.

You pressed your face into the stuffed animal as he came closer, Elliott sat near your knees in the bed. His presence making it a little easier for you to be cope.

He knew about your Autism and your history of self harm (he kissed most of your scars whenever he could reach them, a habit he also made when going in between your thighs), but what he didn't know about was this small piece of Autism that you didn't like to share with anyone and you were certain he didn't know.

You only found out when you were a teenager and now that you're older you felt like you didn't have hardly anytime left and you wanted it. You wanted to spend as much time as you could with him, you wanted him engraved into your soul so that in every life you'd remember how you loved each other, how safe he made you feel.

"(y/n)?" Elliott said, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

"I have to tell you something." You say, "And I'm giving you another out, if you want to leave after I tell you then I won't judge you because no one deserves this."

Silently, Elliott grabbed your hand and squeezed it. The last time you told him this was when you two had first started to become interested in each other and it was when you told him you had autism.

You say up your one arm still clutching the stuffed animal around your chest.

"So autistic people have a shorter life expectancy.." you say unable to look up at him "We're given thirty-six years, sometimes maybe to our fifties, mainly our deaths are from suicide or heart problems...most of the time from stress of having to be "normal" in front of others."

Elliott gripped your hand as tight as he could, he took a deep breath studying the lines of your face. He felt his heart shatter in his chest, he wanted nothing more than to tuck you inside his pocket and keep you safe until you were both one-hundred.

"Can I hold you?" He asked

You nodded and you two met in the middle, your legs going around his waist, his head going to the spot in between your neck and shoulder.

"I'm don't want to leave you so early." You say crying. "I just got you. I don't want to leave you."

"You won't." Elliott said his voice broken, "You're gonna live so much longer."

"I get reminded about it every now and again," you say, "and I just get upset I'm sorry."

"No, no." Elliott said, "You're fine, you don't have to apologize, I'm glad you told me."

"Really?" You ask tears coming out of your eyes.

"Absolutely," Elliott responded, "It gives me an opportunity to insure that you will have a long and happy life. You are my entire world (y/n) and I'm going to do everything in my power to keep you here until we're both one-hundred."

You chuckle into his shoulder and kiss any part of his body you can reach without moving too much. You both move to lay on the bed, facing each other, Elliott's head above yours. His cheeks red from the tears that slipped out.

"I didn't mean to make you cry." You say, "I just..felt like it was something you deserved to know."

"It's not your fault." He said brushing the hair on your head.

"The idea of losing you is worse than any Hell that I could be put through."

"If I do die." You say, "I'd most likely leave the farm to you, you could sell it if you want or live here."

"Why on earth would you leave me anything?" He asks, "You've given me so much already."

"I plan on marrying you." You tell him, face going red, "So legally it would go to you."

Elliott tenses for a small moment and pulls away from you for a moment to look down at you and give you a soft smile.

"I'm glad we have the same plan for our futures together."

You laugh and lean up to kiss him sweetly, kisses with Elliott are always an occasion, they leave you breathless and needing more.

Quickly it becomes your hands roaming against each other wanting nothing more than to just kiss each other and keep each other grounded.

His hands go up your shirt and trace the scars from a time not yet forgotten, he leaves your lips only to go down and inspect your body to make sure you haven't relapsed.

"It's been a bad day." You say, "I'm glad you got here when you did."

"I am too." Elliott says coming back up to your lips, "Another moment away from you and I would've sold my soul to have some magic to transport me to you whenever one of us needed each other."

You roll your eyes at him, smile up at him and press another kiss on his lips.

When your make out session has ended the two of you lay in the bed, too lazy to get up and leave each other's warmth. Looking at Elliott you can't help but appreciate the time you are allowed to have with him and until he can find the fountain of youth to keep you both going for as long as he wishes, you'll just have to cherish every moment with him.

[shikariix]

Battle royale, I want you to pick a song for ALL of your OC's. >:3c

YES BLESS YOU THANKS I LOVE THIS

Emily Come To The Beach by Winnetka Bowling League

Okay first of all. BANGER. I love the vibes of Winnetka Bowling League so much, their other favorite of mine is CVS which is just soo freaking soft. But to bring it back to Emily: she loves the beach!! that's it that's the reason! She loves to sunbathe and swim and play games and DIG HOLES (though she doesn't do that anymore (unless there's a kid with her who needs help)). She's a beach girl through and through and I love that for her ✌️

Rahat Into The Unknown by Panic! At The Disco

Lmao okay well. To give context (which I know you already have), he has the ability to talk to spirits (much like Klaus from The Umbrella Academy), but he's spent most of his life resenting that ability, and trying not to listen to it. He never wanted to be weird or different (Hm. This feels like a study of myself. Let's not unpack that), so he finds ways to suppress it for as long as possible, but fact is that he has a calling and a GIFT and he will learn to love that eventually. And untill then it will remain as an annoying ringing in his ear that keeps him awake at night :)

Anna Hey Look Ma, I Made It by Panic! At The Disco

We're doing a Panic edition today huh? Anna absolutely adored her mom, but she sadly passed away when she was just a child. She had a hard time in school too, being extremely anxious about everything, so when she finally graduates (which is a thing I was planning but still haven't properly written), she thinks of just how proud her mom would be of her. I think she does a lot of things with her mom in the back of her mind, hoping she would be happy.

Sara Alibis by Marianas Trench

For Sara, this song represents how she feels like she never accomplishes enough, how she's always trying to strive for more and just reaching short. "I'm half the man I wanted to be" always strikes a specific chord with me. I also think this song fits the idea that Sara might be autistic - feeling like she can't relate to the world around her, always wearing a mask (an alibi) when interacting with others, well-meant words coming out wrong. There's more to that theory but that's not why the song is in her playlist haha. I feel like the critique her parents always had have left her feeling very small (Feeling Small also happens to be another Marianas Trench song lmao) and this song encapsulates her struggle with knowing she wants to be more but having a very hard time getting there.

Katy Caffeine from the RWBY soundtrack

I know I said this before on this list but this one is SUCH A BANGER. And it was one of the first songs in Katy's playlist! She's an energetic teen with an attitude and she's NOT afraid to take you out! As a pokemon trainer she will jump headfirst into any battle and she is 10000% the type of trainer to lock eyes with you and not let you walk away without a battle.

Gabriella Headphones by WALK THE MOON

I really do see this song as another tossing yourself into danger kind of vibe, but it's also about the resilience of being able to withstand it. Taking a beating, not just getting it. Gabriella's been kidnapped and tortured for years and she never broke.

But also unrelated to that, the line "I wanna open my heart, but you won't open the door" relates perfectly to how she had to wear down her wife before they actually got together and eventually married. Angela was originally scared because she knew her lifespan would be shorter than Gabi's and she didn't want to break her heart, but Gabi was more than ready to take that beating. Or at least she thought.

Tiffany Grow Up by Olly Murs

In this case, Tiffany is the you-person that is being sung about; someone more interested in herself than anything else. The whole idea of 'I wrote this song to critique you but you just play it like it's your jam' suits her SO WELL and it's so amusing to me. I definitely think there's a layer of immaturity and insecurity underneath her Popular Girl Act that some people can see through. She would never admit it though. I doubt she herself even realizes.

[rudjedet]

I have also noticed the phenomenon of people aggressively discouraging the youth from pursuing the humanities/arts, especially when said youth wants to acquire practical skillset like coding & programming as well in order to sustain their studies and lifestyle. Maybe it's about envy? "I had to give up on what I love to do something more practical so why should someone else be able to have it all" mentality? Or "if I could only advance my studies by investing my time only in them then why should someone else be able to study what they love without sacrificing financial stability"?

The truth is that not a lot of us can afford to only study humanities. The majority of people don't have the financial means or connections for that. Learning something that will support your passions is not a bad idea. Otherwise there will be even fewer academics and scholars, or people educated in the humanities & arts.

And as you said, we aren't meritocracy, I don't think is impossible to learn more than one thing and be knowledgable in both, or at least knowledgable in one and employable in other. It may be difficult and time consuming while pursuing degree but I have met people who do more than one thing 🤷‍♀️

Exactly that. I think it's often a combination of things. Like my dad was very much the "well, I never had handouts" type, but once I got to the point where I got financial assistance from the gov't (pittance though it is, I'm happy I have it), and especially after my daughter was born, he started moving away from it. So it's a lack of empathy and exposure, too.

It definitely isn't impossible. Some people do two or three things at the same time, others choose to do one first and then the other. And if you can support pursuing your passions yourself? you'd think the protestant work ethic folks would be all over that lmao.

At the end of the line, people getting employed in fields outside of the one they went to school for happens all the time. But it's only when it's in humanities that it's suddenly a problem. Kinda like how people say they value honesty and straightforward communication ... until the person is autistic, then those characteristics are pathologised.