#is my autism alluring

[theminecraftgay]

Caffeine jitters are killing me, draw the dysfunction brothers

[nightfallsystem-moved]

whats with autistic people and fish

[foxmulderautism]

just had the absolutely insane thought of like okay so basically until heaven timeline is december-january so it would be REALLLYYY cool if i wrote most of it during that time??? like the stars aligning + as a novella it feels much less scary than writing a whole novel? but then i also associate january with RR because that's when it starts but also felix and dorothy's birthday is in january (and in 2024 they would be turning SIXTY) so i'm tentatively wanting to start writing RR again in january too....and my tentative goal for 2024 is to write a first draft of either RR or lover boy (DON'T QUOTE ME ON THIS) but i just loooove timelines and timelines aligning. and lover boy starts in june so i'm like what if i managed a first draft of RR by june and then once june hits i draft lover boy again??? which none of this seems likely to me because i can't predict my hyperfixations a year in advance but i just think it would be so delicious.

[isaacathom]

how many times can you compliment a friend's fit before it becomes weird. i need to know for science

[foxofanequinox]

gansey Acquires queers bro. he's the lure for all these gays that stick around because of his pretty face and extreme levels of autism. ronan? how many times can you describe them as knowing each other and being so in sync and LIVING together and tell me ronan doesn't have heart eyes. adam? im like 90% sure he in text calls gansey attractive. they're so terrible to each other but adam stays. hmmm... and Blue??? she's literally queer. she's the she/they bi alt girl to gansey's "whats a pronoun" nerd loser. caught by the allure of autism quests and silly boys. noah? his boyfriend was a huge nerd for the ley line you can't tell me he doesn't think gansey's intelligence is attractive, and gansey not being a bitch and murderer is a plus. henry literally was into gansey. said outta my way gayboy im bout to get it (gansey). the list goes on. what is it about a rich white guy with severe anxiety dressed like jake from state farm that calls the queers running. why are you assembling a squadron for each letter of lgbt. gansey's allure bro.

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literally any character upon meeting gansey bro cmon. au-rizz-m goes crazy for richard campbell gansey the third.

[dross-the-fish]

I like how the story of Jekyll and Hyde can be read as a metaphor for so many different neurodivergencies (plurality or social anxiety for obvious reasons, autism because of masking, ADHD with the way the lack of inhibitions can be compared to what executive disfunction does, anything conducive to low empathy) but you went “no, that’s just a neurotypical addict.” Do you know anyone who suffers from addiction or something? What made you gravitate towards that for him, I mean?

I do have first hand experience with alcoholism in my dad's family and addiction that inspired my writing of him as well. I used to live in a really shitty trailer park and when you live below the poverty line in the rural southern part of the US drugs are everywhere. Mostly weed and people abusing their prescription pain meds, sometimes meth or coke. Most of the addicts I knew were more or less functional until they couldn't get their fix. I remember seeing someone spiral at a friend's house when I was pretty young and it really stuck with me so some of the shock and fear I felt in that moment goes into people's reactions to Jekyll and Hyde. I also made the choice to go the drug allegory route in part because it's canon and because Robert Louis Stevenson struggled with drugs and was said to have written Jekyll and Hyde on a six day bender. The addiction metaphor is pretty baked into the text, I just took it a few steps further. And Edward is not just Henry's drug, I like the idea that Edward is repulsive to most but alluring to some and for those that are drawn to him he's a corrupting influence that's hard to quit. That's also why I make him so seductive. If you spend enough time around Edward you'll find yourself doing things you might not have even considered before. Like a lot of addicts who are in denial about their problem they have a tendency to try and drag people down with them. This is also why I don't explicitly write him as ND, because I don't want people associating him being an unrepentant murderous asshole with already heavily stigmatized ASPD disorders. I do have ND characters, Edward just didn't need to be one of them. Theo is actually one who's more heavily coded as having a low empathy disorder and it's due to the function of her vampirism dulling her ability to feel things like love or empathy because it's in her best interest to feed off of and potentially kill humans. She makes a conscious choice to be kind to people even if she doesn't "feel" it. She goes out of her way to be mindful of the emotional and physical well being of her friends. Sometimes that looks like giving someone a hug or a cup of tea even if she gets no "feel good" reward response from it, she remembers that she wants the people she cares for to be safe and happy.

[doctorpandorica]

So Fanfiction, Deadpool and Wolverine, and Logan, made have a fucking epiphany about my mental health. Seeing it sky rocket at the box office, gives me hope that A, I am not alone and B, the world can be a better place. And I have to say, I really do believe both Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman deserve the world.

For the first time in my life yesterday, I looked at myself and thought I look pretty. The FUCKING kicker is I did again this morning and I felt the same way. Maybe just a baby step, but it's a step in the right fucking direction mother fuckers. But, How did I get here (Yes, I'm pulling this shit on you).....

I have horrendous fear of endings and I finally learned....or accepted it's because it's symptomatic of my misery. Things like desperation, depression and anxiety can trick you into the allure of mistaking familiarity as comforting, even when it's hurting you. That you are far less that what you are actually and are deserving of far less than you actually do, that the consequences of our choices are proof that our pessimistic view is the whole of reality.

But, it's only half of the truth and that is the majesty of realism, seeing the glass is both half full and half empty. The best understanding of Pessimism, Optimism and realism can be explained in a quote by William Arthur Ward. Where the three are stuck out at sea on a sail boat,

"The Pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."

To make the best choices in life you need to see every possibility and my heart goes out to those that are so blinded by pessimism, hope seems like fairy tale. I mean it's hard enough even if you can see things are possible but, it's still a bitch of an up road battle.

Which brings me to one of the most devastating ones in my life, the death of my dad. I always wondered how someone who seemed so sure of himself, could understand my pain so well. In hindsight I knew he had very hard life, it shouldn't have surprised me that he not only had crippling OCD, Anxiety but, depressions that at times reached suicidal ideations.

I was more my father's daughter than I realized, and took those fucking movie, to really appreciate what that meant.

Don't blindly accept things, ask questions.

If I had, I would've realized it's not that I don't care what others think, I'm really fucking depressed. And that's why I don't put effort in what I wear, or personal hygiene or wear make up. Never assume to know who you are, that's part of the majesty of life, that not knowing.

You never truly fail, until you give up.

For more clarity , I would like to add, some words of wisdom from a beloved science teacher,

"If at first you don't succeed, find out why"

Treat people fairly, across the board "Give people a chance"

To be sparingly coupled with, both

Trust your gut

This requires a lot of hard work, with self regulation and introspection. I've found DBT or Dialectical Behavioral Therapy to be very helpful. Which I must add the following because, I was wrongfully diagnosed with Autism (feeds into the dangers of acceptance). My therapist who diagnosed me ironically introduced to me the saving grace that is DBT. But, told me it wouldn't help me because I am autistic which she came to the conclusion based on ...

Flat Effect

Only developed when I hit puberty, the same time I developed depression and anxiety. People don't develop autism later on in their life, they are born with it.

Black and white thinking

If anything I think this is the problem with society and for anyone to say this about me, has obviously never heard me talk about anything. I found this utterly insulting

Anger prone

Repressed emotions and didn't start happening until 20's

Lack of Eye contact

I get really nervous around meeting new people, particularly if they stand really close to me for some fucking reason.  Once I get to know people I have no problem looking them in the eye.

Lack of Socialization

Low self-esteem brought on by my Depression

Social Anxiety and general Anxiety (fear of doing something wrong)

I actually do have a desire to socialize, but mistook relief after social based anxious episodes as me not liking it.

The same was done with someone very close to me, who was told they were Bipolar even though it didn't fit. They chose to trust they 're doctor, and was proven insanely wrong by they're new Doctor who aptly diagnosed them as having Borderline Personality and they are doing so much better.

Anyway I participated in a DBT group for about 16 weeks or so, one of which was diagnosed late in life with a form of autism. And the difference by the end of those weeks only strengthened my faith in DBT.

Don't start anything, but always finish

Don't go looking for a fight but, stand up for yourself when necessary, emphasis on necessary.

As long as people aren't hurting others or themselves, mind your own business

For some people this can be tricky, especially for those guided by their idealized narratives of the world. Again DBT can help with this in the grand scheme of things.

I mistakenly thought, that because I didn't seem to react how I would expect (bad assumptions) that I was fine. Even though, I was able to acknowledge that I was deeply depressed, which I was able to trace back to age 11, which for clarity was 20 years ago. Which fun fact I only discovered in my senior year of high school, followed by my anxiety a year later my first year of college. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE !!! EVEN IF YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TOMORROW!!! HAPPYNESS MAY NOT BE A CHOICE BUT THE PATH TO IT IS!!!

More In-depth analysis of how Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds and Marvel factor into follow in follow up post. Because This post is too damn long, already. Thank you to those who read it all the way through , I wish you contentment.

[lady-zoras-artroom]

Here's a fun ShadAmy moment I cookied up just after looking at cute ShadAmy Art of Shadow smiling and Amy being mesmerized by it!

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"You deserve everything Good!!!" Amy shouts from behind the black hedgehog. Her shout came from the depths of her heart.

Shadow stopped when he heard her. Still and silent like a statue with the exception of a small ear twitch. His heart beated a little louder from what the pink hedgehog shouted echoed in his head.

Taking the chance now since he stopped, Amy takes a step as she continued.

"You deserve happiness! You deserve to smile! To wake up and feel the welcoming warmth of the sun in the mornings!" Amy stands in front of the ebony hedgehog with defiance blocking his way.

"Friendly greetings from friends, savoring delicious meals with them, going on walks, just living a peaceful life," The pink hedgehog added. Clasping her hands together she softly smiled as her emerald gaze shimmered with empathy and compassion.

"You deserve the world, Shadow."

Shadow was stunned.

He could feel the beating of his heart growing louder. His mind swirled with rampant thoughts and his emotions burst left and right.

When he came to, he avoided her caring eyes. The silence lasted for a while as he waited to see if she would turn away from him. Give up on him. Leave him.

But when he glanced back to see she was still there, waiting so patiently with such understanding, he could feel his cheeks warm and his heart beating the loudest than it ever had. The stoic hedgehog tries to regain his composure all while trying to hold back his response, yet he felt his lips move on their own. A quiet whisper leaves with his very breath.

"It's you who deserves the world."

Amy tilted her head, swearing she did hear Shadow whisper something. She comes a little closer, curious about what he whispered. "Hm? What did you say?"

In response Shadow stiffen. His mind racked with many words at the speed of light. Is he overthinking it? Maybe, he should just be honest with her. She never once judged him and was always asking for his opinion.

"You deserve the world more than I," He spoke softly yet was firm. "If not, I can make the whole Universe yours. Just ask me and I will."

Amy was so caught off guard she held her cheeks as they burned a bright pink. "D-don't says things like that!!!" She squeaked.

Shadow chuckled from her reaction, finding delight by her little squeak and body language.

"STOP LAUGHING!!" The pink hedgehog’s squeaks more with a stomp of her boot. Her cheeks puff as she crossed her arms with a little huff. Adorable!

"This is supposed to be about you." She mumbles.

Shadow's chuckles came to a soft sigh. Easing out, he makes direct eye contact with the shorter pink hedgehog. "If I do deserve the world, then you deserve more than just the Universe."

He reached out to grab Amy's hand.

The pink hedgehog immediately took his hand feeling his grip was firm, yet gentle and mindful. She felt him pull her closer only to feel him breath in her ear as he tenderly spoke.

"You deserve everything beyond the Universe."

Her ears twitched upward, her face glowed brightly like the rose she is named after. Her heart pounded her chest as she soaked in such tender words and an alluring voice she never heard from him before. Her face was hidden behind her shaking hands only to slowly peek from behind to see a smiling Shadow to her side.

At least she got him to smile and let him know his worth, yet at a cost of her receiving the same if not more in return.

🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤🩷🖤

I might doodle some of the scenes and Reblog them to this! Or anybody can do it too! I just wanted to get at least one of my fics out there as I come up with them so suddenly and then just leave them unfinished because autism brain aaaa-!

And yes, I will finish the other short fics too! With art for them!

Enjoy the shipping! ^^

[lakeshorez]

An Anecdote of Asexuality, Autism, and Other Oddities.

i originally posted this absolute essay of a comment underneath Carseatheadrest’s song “It’s Only Sex for, obvious reasons, however - I figured possibly it would be helpful to post it here to reach more folks who may resonate. (The song is fire btw, y’all should check CSH out!!) Apologies for any grammar mishaps - I wrote this after waking up from a five-hour long nap prior to taking my meds (whoops), and my autism can make it difficult when writing long-form pieces like this.

This is merely a slightly unhinged vent-post that seemed to get out of hand as I continued to write it; mainly focusing upon my own struggles with intimacy and how society views it as a whole - my relationship with being asexual, and how my autism leads me to perceive the act of sex in a slightly altered light compared to most.

General content warnings for: surface-level mentions of sexual content (nothing too explicit, I promise.), and brief mentions of past trauma.

That being said - I introduce you all to a glimpse inside my thoughts - and hopefully - despite having few followers, lol - some of you can relate, understand, or hell, possibly even learn something new about yourselves!

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I’m 17 and although I’ve never been intimate nor do I have a partner - I’ve always felt immensely disconnected from most people’s allure towards intimacy since I find it weirdly “feral” in a way? Like, perceiving how aggressive people act within sexual scenarios with one another seems to put me off. As if they’re ’drunk off lust’ or something, being fully controlled by desire I guess? But to be fair, the only blatant exposure I’ve had to intimacy is through written text, along with hearing others’ testimonies on the manner. But, whenever I hear people going on about how they find it arousing when someone uses dirty talk I just feel weirdly— put off? I don’t know. Plus, I might be the only one who feels this way, but I absolutely despise the feeling of being in the act - more so the physical aspects of it. Sure, the closest I’ve had to actually being intimate is with by my own hand - but my point is, the sensations that are being absolutely overblown throughout the rest of your body; heavy breathing, sweating, a dazed mind, trembling limbs, etc - feel too overwhelming to me. I think I could be a result of me being autistic, and likely having heightened sensory impulses makes it feel so strange. But another thing I’ve noticed for me, is that the sensations feel eerily similar to when I’m upon the brink of a panic attack strangely enough. Not to mention how utterly tainted with filth I feel after the fact. Sure, I’ve tried to read articles upon articles on why sex and self pleasure is a natural occurrence - the health benefits and all - how it’s abnormal to feel ashamed or disconnected from the act, how I purely need to suck it up because if I dare express any destain from engaging in it, I’m considered a fault in the system. And yet, the internalized feelings of disconnect from my own body still linger, regardless how often I try to convince myself it’s normal.

It’s gotten to the point where I’ve sorta realized - perhaps it’s just not for me. Perhaps, I feel better when I’m not forcing myself to be someone I’m not? Or perhaps, what if all this time I’m merely lying to myself - what if my apathy and disgust regarding it was a result of unresolved childhood trauma? Perhaps made even more so of how I’ve never even held hands romantically with another human being. What if I’m wrong? Wrong about not understanding what all the hype is about — an unmoved fault in a sea of flirty playboy bunnies. I’m still trying to properly unpack a lot of what may have caused me to feel so strange about it, likely a large mess of factors; past trauma, growing under the watchful eye of a Christian mother, the fact I’m a pan trans guy- but I think one large part of it may be due to my autism. I’ve noticed, with a lot of basic tasks life throws at me, I always had a tendency to overanalyze and dissect a lot of things, sex included. I tend to view it in a very literal and logical light - sure, I can fully understand why people enjoy it, how they enjoy the emotional bond it creates, how they feel sparks from the bounds of pleasure that surge throughout their bodies - but other than that, I never can comprehend why people seem to place it on such a high pedestal? I could never quite comprehend why people put intimacy on the same level as eating, breathing, or even sleeping. I could never comprehend why people seemed to make such fusses over it. How my own mom couldn’t comprehend I don’t care much for the act, how people can’t physically accept the fact someone could live without it, as if the sensation itself is the elixir of life.

I feel whenever there’s conversations regarding the topic, autistic people such as myself tend to be left out of the conversations a whole lot. I suppose it’s unfortunately due to a whole slew of factors, such as infantilization; people viewing us as innocent children who’d never engage in something as adultery and taboo as sex because in their minds, we’re practically nothing more than overgrown children. However, I recall reading about how studies have shown that people assigned female at birth on average tend to have more nerve endings displayed around their reproductive organs - therefore, often feeling sexual sensations to a more heightened degree compared to our amab counterparts. However, I think it could also be linked to the discussion of being autistic and our feelings regarding intimacy. Since we tend to already have an intense heightened display of sensory inputs - primarily touch - I suppose it makes sense why I, and a lot of other afab autistic individuals feel like we’re on the brink of having a sensory overload when feeling any sexual stimulation. What would be considered as pleasurable to someone who isn’t autistic, could be interpreted as something almost painful to someone who is.

Whenever I try to learn on how to be more comfortable with the idea of intimacy, often the advice is so blatantly intended for non-autistic folk, along with taking on a very cisgendered-heteronormative view upon the matter as well. I’ve always felt extremely alienated when it came to talks about it and whatnot - mainly due to my autism, the fact I’m a trans pansexual dude, and past trauma relating to intimacy. Yet …in an odd way, whenever I browse through comment sections of videos on talks about intimacy and how to be an intimate partner, it’s like I’m seeing a glimpse in an alternate reality - a reality where everyone just seems to “get it”. A reality where not a single person ever had to cope with a horde of internalized mental struggles regarding such a topic, they openly state how much they enjoy being intimate with their partners, going into immense detail upon what makes them “tick” with tens of comments beneath them sharing that same anecdote. Cracking jokes and sharing their stories like it’s a normal Tuesday. And yet, part of me can’t help but feel like I’m an anomaly in an odd sense. Why regardless of how many sex-positive articles and videos I burn into my mind, I’ll constantly feel like I’m a flaw upon the system. How there’s always an eerily familiar contortion lodged deep within a pit in my stomach whenever the mere thought is brought up. How the nauseating pit only continues to expand itself - feeding off my utter discomfort, my inability to “get it”, like a spreading sickness that lacks no means of ending. But the pit never leaves, it just sits there within me. It only expands and contracts itself, constantly shifting its size and intensity to remind me of my abnormality. I can feel it deep within my body - I can feel its cruel weight make itself known whenever the topic of intimacy is brought up, whenever I feel that desire burn throughout my skin.

I suppose it’s why I felt like there was something wrong with me when I despised the sensations intimacy brought. Whenever I’d bring it up, I was told I was just a goddamn immature 17 year old who needed to ‘grow up’ and wait until I found a partner, then I’d finally “get it”. Then I’d finally understand what all the hype was about, then I’d finally feel whole. After all, being a virgin your whole life is something to be ashamed of, isn’t it? And yet, the closest thing I’ve had to experiencing any sexual stimulation is by my own hand - but even while I’m in the act, I can’t help but feel the overwhelming sensation of my heavy breathing, my heart throbbing at an unsteady rhythm, my limbs trembling, the almost burning sensation that only increases between my thighs until it boils over. And after? I feel disoriented. Like my mind is attempting to sew itself back together through trembling limbs and shaken breaths. And I want to cry. To sob, to clutch my shaken limbs around myself in a desperate means of granting myself comfort - I feel like I’m about to explode, with no other means to feel whole once again.

And despite it all, I often find myself wondering; “Why did nobody warn me about this?” Why didn’t they warn me of the intense barrage of sensations being thrown at my body in the most uneven hellish masses imaginable? Why didn’t they mention how my body would feel like it’s dying? After all, isn’t it guilty pleasure? A pleasure unmatched by anything granted by nature itself? A pleasure delectable as the sweetest honey, the closest thing to heaven humanity has acquired without the act of death. Shouldn’t it feel immaculate? Shouldn’t I feel satisfied? And yet, I lie between my disheveled bed sheets, clutching onto a pillow as heavy tears stain its fabric. And I can’t help but internally beat myself up over my emotions - why I feel so dejected and mentally shaken over a sensation that’s considered one of nature’s greatest gifts. How no matter how many times I mentally prepare myself to ‘fix’ my ongoing barrage of mental turmoil through watching videos of a person who clearly hasn’t felt the anguish I’m in explain in detail how to ‘enjoy’ the act. Assuming it comes naturally to anyone who watches, assuming that not a single person on the opposite side of the screen has ever felt such alienation from the rest of the human race over something that everyone just seems to magically have imbedded within their minds from birth. Assuming nobody is as utterly flawed as I am.

I suppose my detachment in regards to intimacy - even if it’s limited to merely touching myself once in a goddamn blue moon - has convinced me that I, in all my traumatized asexual autistic glory, would make one hell of a horrible partner. Who wants a partner who flinches at the slightest of touch, a partner who feels like they’re on the brink of a panic attack when the sensations get too intense for them to bear, who can’t stop hyperventilating and sobbing through thick and heavy tears as they try to soothe me like a distraught child, how dare I try and have my partner be some therapist for my issues…After all, that’s what a horrible partner does…right? A horrible partner doesn’t care for their spouse’s sexual needs - haven’t I heard of all those couples who break up because they couldn’t be satisfied in bed? How dare I try and insinuate that my future partner should settle for less, that they should live in an unfulfilling relationship unable to act upon a natural desire because I’m too utterly messed up to have it drilled into my thick skull that it’s normal. How dare I be so selfish.

It’s all I hear when I tell people I’m asexual, when I try and explain my autism physically does not allow me to think nor feel any different, how my entire being practically makes me feel differently around the entire discussion regarding intimacy. And yet, they express their worries and condolences. Not directed towards me, but to whatever future partner may interweave their fingers with mine someday. They mourn more intensely for that nonexistent entity over the person who’s standing in front of them in the flesh. They mourn for the fact that my future partner will have to somehow settle for less in their words, they try and convince me that merely granting my affection and love through hand-written notes and carefully crafted gifts and trinkets will never compare to the sheer raw intimacy sex can bring. How dare I insinuate that someone could be happy and fulfilled without such a need for something so natural, how dare I express one can feel fulfilled through other means that do not entail intimacy. How dare my sheer existence challenge their narrow mindset. How dare someone who chooses to become my spouse be understanding and grant me their compassionate empathy for simply being, how dare they feel fulfilled and satisfied by being granted affectionate notes and gifts over being touched by their beloved, how dare they “settle for less” and be content with simply experiencing the light of their partner through a clothed body. How dare they challenge the status quo for merely existing. It’s as if, people physically cannot fathom that someone can feel equally happy and fulfilled without the need for it. However, I suppose I don’t blame them - it’s everywhere you look. The expectancy to engage in it is practically being advertised and gossiped about in every corner of the world around them. As if feeling any distain or discomfort with the idea is an immediate challenge against something bigger. Like an act of rebellion, almost. But, am I being rebellious? How is me being some traumatized asexual autistic person on par with being some rebellious teenager? I’m not trying to challenge anything nor anyone, but it seems as if my sheer existence is already capable of doing that.

But hey, I guess you could say - it’s only sex :3 (I’m so sorry)

[tgirldomme]

Can we get an essay on trans people with thick thighs tho

yes of course !!!

there’s an endless list of things to love about thick thighs, so it’s impossible for me to write everything, but i’ll give it a go regardless.

one of my favourite things about thick thighs is how you can use them as earmuffs when you’re…. enjoying… your partner. the softness, the comfort, is just so fucking divine. the same goes for using them as pillows - oh how i’d love to lay my head in the lap of a pretty trans person with thick thighs.

i also love touching and teasing at them: drawing circles on them, gently pinching and playing with them - they’re just so comforting to enjoy. and oh how i love to enjoy them with my mouth - licking at them to tease someone, so needy from foreplay. nibbling at them, perhaps even gently biting to, the perfect softness.

and oh how i love thick thighs on my face and body - maybe it’s the autism, but they’re the best blanket in the world. i love almost nothing more than to be buried in a pretty persons thighs, or to feel the pressure of them on my chest.

and errrrm idk how to word this properly but thigh fucking is insanely hot 😵‍💫 , and people’s inner thighs are also fucking gorgeous and really alluring. i just fucking love thick thighs.

p.s. if anyone wanted to share their thighs with me in DMs i would GREATLY appreciate it xxx

[little-bee-demon]

Hello to whoever finds this blog... I guess-

Please just call me Azrael (Or Azzy if you want to... Or Az.... Or... Anything you want? I don't really care anymore...)

I'm a trans male and use He/They/It pronouns. I'm Asexual, pansexual, and Demi-Romantic. I don't enjoy anything sexual, so please don't mention that.

I'm half demon and half angel, and specialize in crystals and electricity.

(Ooc: I may be hyperfixated on crystals and electricity, but please keep in mind, I'm an idiot.)

I have autism and ADHD so please, excuse me if I'm slow.

I enjoy heated blankets, pillows, beanbags, shiny stuff, random trinkets, bottle caps, paperclips, chocolate-covered strawberries, bats, berries, feathers, possums, rats, crystals, lemon pie, baking, books, coffee, tea, and hot chocolate.

I don't like butcher knives, technically knives in general if they're sharp enough, needles, hospitals, crowds, strangers, spiders, being seen as weak, loud sounds, being yelled at, and being manipulated.

And if you wish, ask me any questions or talk to me, you can go ahead and do so.

I think that's everything you need to know... I hope you enjoy my blog! Or.. something....

Turns out I have someone I know on here- So I guess I'll do this?

People I know:

@emerald-green-girl (Ooc: ran by @gamernerdwrites )

@devilish-detective-storm (Ooc: ran by @7azrael7 )

(Ooc: Everything below this will be trigger warnings and things I don't want to see on this blog. Please follow these rules.)

Trigger warnings: mentions of abuse, possible suicide thoughts or mentions, mention of weird mother-son relationship (nothing too serious! Just possible mentions. Azrael and his mother don't do anything together and Azrael won't go into details about it. Just vague mentions. I will tag this the best to my ability.), misgendering (Azrael won't misgender anyone, but he might mention getting misgendered.), and cursing (he's allowed to say fuck. He needs that privilege.).

Things I won't allow: purposely misgendering Azrael, sexual comments towards him, genuinely mean comments towards him. (This might be updated if needed.)

Because this account is based off one of my characters whose name I go by, you can just call me All Seeing.

I'm also trans and go by the same pronouns as Azzy here (He/They/It). And once again, enjoy this blog and interacting with Azrael Allure, a boy who was practically born with anxiety.

Main blog: @7azrael7

[devilish-detective-storm]

My brother, @little-bee-demon, told me to get on this damned app. So here I am. Regretfully.

Just call me Uriel, and use He/They pronouns for me. I'm also a bisexual man and currently thirty-seven (37).

I'm half demon and half angel, I can control the weather, so apologies if something happens. I also work as a detective, so I probably won't post as much as my brother.

(Ooc: Gods I'm an idiot and forgot to finish this. Anyway. I literally do not know how detectives work so don't mind the chaos of me being an idiot-)

Like my brother I have autism and ADHD, but I take medicine for it. But it wears off around six everyday, so again, apologies if that's noticable.

I enjoy pumpkin spice stuff, warmth, coffee, BBQ chicken, sweaters, cigarettes, peppermint, sour food, spicy food, sometimes my ex, and sometimes Azrael, and apples.

I despise loud sounds, reminders of my past, the scars on my hand, being called the golden child, sometimes Azrael, sometimes my ex, the cold, my mother, and my twin sister.

If you want to talk then go ahead.

Friends or family:

@little-bee-demon

Friends:

N/A

Bothersome acquaintances:

@emerald-green-girl

(Ooc: Under the cut is things about the owner of the blog. Please call me All Seeing.)

Trigger warnings: mentions of abuse, possible suicide thoughts or mentions, mention of serious fights between brothers (nothing too serious! Just possible mentions. Uriel won't go into details about it. Just vague mentions. I will tag this the best to my ability.), misgendering (Uriel won't misgender anyone, but might mention how people he knows keep getting misgendered), and cursing (he's allowed to say fuck. He deserves that privilege.).

Things I won't allow: creepy comments towards him, highly sexual comments towards him, genuinely mean comments towards him. (This might be updated if needed.)

I'm a transmale and my pronouns are He/They/It. And please, enjoy this blog and interacting with Uriel Allure, a detective who just wants a nap.

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[cconfusedkat]

Ok w the power of autism i have a list of au's i wish to make drawings for more one day

from normal au's related to game

mystic pursuit (main au i talk and draw for anyways) (mystic seller & lamb ocs centered + lamb/allure)

six sheeps of sanheim: a hypothetical au where if mystic never got involved with the murders of the six lambs and instead lived a normal life (which means pre hurt bishops & normal childhood of allure & their mother zainab)

bad ending au: if mystic got ahold of the archangelo's horn relic and eventually (quite literally) ending the world (extremely cheesy i know but its still rlly fun to think about

regretful war & regretful wisdom (goat + ram centered au with the one who wilts) (also the only au to be within ANOTHER au! Crazy) (<- mystic pursuit & rwrw go together basically)

plague et death (ewe centered au + the one who rots) (the one who rots is a toww kallamar , cuz her ears stapled to a post are her form of punishment)

pestical hymn (sozo vessel centered au + the poisonous one) (the poisonous is toww heket , sozo upset heket cuz he was supposed to be sent to a different god when being sacrificed but ended up in Heket's domain)

fool's fidem (toww leshy au but i cant rlly figure out much plot for it yet still)

a lamb's rat (lamb/allure toww au) (lamb imprisons knucklebones crew nd ratau has to save each of them but he doesnt know that lamb imprisoned them til the end)

vampyrs of the old faith (already drew for it but still I want to make more stuff) (essentially a vampyr au with four big coven powers of each vampyr bishop && vampyr hunters such as sozo/monch/forneus etc)

And like four other modern au's lmao- one is a rockstar centered au with its cheesiness as a plot, another is where the bishops nd lamb/goat/ram live until the modern era and begin adjusting to the 20th century, another two idk how to explain the plots of but its definitely there Somewhere

Nd then media related nonsense-

lamby playtime (poppy playtime au) (might have to go back nd forth to one of my friends for this au though) (hi jyoung im gonna bother you so much more about this au-)

cultist kindergarten (,,garten of banban au) (im so sorry its a special interest PLEASE blame my mascot plagued brain)

great cult of 1712 (self explanatory reference to great comet of 1812)

ghost au with the bishops as the papas (self explanatory)

sister location au (self explanatory)

slay the fleur (stp au ,, except its wiltgoat && it sorta explains their doomedness together dldkskdsl)

stex (self explanatory) (sorta) (no not really. Umm starlight express except lamb is rusty probably)

cats (musical) (nothing can explain this. Im so sorry) (blame jyoung again /j.)

hocus pocus au (self explantory)

epic au (sorta self explanatory)

Ok thats all i got o7 when i say this game has ruined my life I Mean It. Nine months of brainrot nd more unmentioned au's i think about a lot

[eeulysian]

MASTERLIST ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆

once again, if you're a guy, get off my page. i wont tolerate any interaction with males on my page because my works are not for or about men. try it, you'll get blocked. thanks

💘 - imagines/hcs/thirsts/drabbles

💗 - fluff

💟 - smut

💜 - angst

💝 - full fic

✦ mixed emojis like "💝💗" for example means it is a full fic under the fluff category! triple hearts like "💝💗💟" means its a full fic containing both fluff and smut!

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— genshin impact

💘 what kind of celeb would they be? (hc)

💘 extroverted char x shy reader (imagine)

— honkai impact 3

💘 what kind of celeb would they be? (hc)

💘 dr mobius and her cute test subject (imagine)

— honkai star rail

💘 what kind of celeb would they be? (hc)

💝💗 alluring (kafka)

💘 eating kafka out and the other way (imagine)

💘 ruan mei is nonchalant? (imagine)

💘 ruan mei and autism (imagine + hcs)

💘 extroverted char x shy reader (imagine)

— path to nowhere

💘 what kind of celeb would they be? (hc)

💝💟 irrational compensation (countess chelsea)

💘 dating adela (hc)

💘 dating uni (hc)

💘 extroverted char x shy reader (imagine)

💘 dating zoya (hc)

[aikothatonegoob]

Hi hello! My name is Aiko / Benedict

-I am a DID system + Autism and ADHD -Big trouble with tones please use reaction images/tone tags -I mostly post on Twitter (aikothatonegoo) -I post about ocs, edgyverse, fpe content! -most of my content will be edits that were either originally on tiktok or just edits in general -I do a lot of OC x Canon! -I am a big fan of allure and Benedict (my wives if you care) -Please keep nsfw content/comments away, suggestive is okay but I prefer to not have nsfw stuff -I also post fanfics on a03 sometimes -I am a native English speaker but I am learning German currently! -I hope we can be friends :3 links to other socials (my linktree) (Art by theedgyverse on Twitter and tiktok)

[cheshire-silent-cat]

Move my heart

Hobie x y/n (Pt3)

Did I just use my free day to write this yes I did and no one can stop me, this hobby of mine is quite fun being able to share my whacky ideas and thoughts with you all so I wanted to take a moment before lunch to tell you all a big thank you for reading and sharing my work. I really do love it here.

Warning; rage, distress, cliffhanger, unanswered questions and angst, mentions of autism.

If you see any mistakes I may have made please do draw it to my attention thank you

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“yeah what of it” says in an annoyed tone, “hold on you all slept together, here?” Pav asked wearing a face that could only mean he was making romance assumptions once again, “no, well yes, not like that” you stutter, “so what are you guy like a thing” miles interjects “nah man, Oi I beg you mind your business” Hobie spoke getting increasingly irritated, he gazed down at your small figure, his jumper draped over you, he had to admit, it suited you well, his staring continued and he couldn’t help but notice how sad you looked “love, about last night” he started “oh yeah, don’t worry, it’ll never happen again” you say and then leave. Hobie falls on the nearest couch “fuckin hell mate, you man don’t even live here” he groans, as his friend gaze at him in confusion.

From then on you avoided Hobie like the plague, spider woman said it was typical for you to run away from your problems, even though she it wasn’t true it was her way of trying to bait you into working with Hobie again, whenever Hobie made it to a mission, you had already completed it and were about leaving, whenever he invited you to hang out with them you would say you had plans even though it usually included hiding to eat by yourself, however on this day, in a different world, thanks to an anamoly a building had collapsed and even though you had defeated the anamoly what was proving to be more difficult was your current task, you were trying to convince a mentally challenged (autistic) child to trust you enough to come out from under the rubble pile he had been hiding under before the fragile structure gives out and collapses on top of him. Kicking, scratching and screaming he is pushing you away from even helping him and the more the both of you struggled the more unsteady the structure became, frustrated you sit next this hiding spot, looking through the corner of your eye you sense someone, you turn your head to see Hobie, but what really caught your attention was his guitar.

Instantly forming an idea you run up to him, snatching the guitar off his back faster than he could react, almost like even he was curious to see your plan in action, you lay the guitar flat on the floor next to the rubble tower, and start lightly tugging on strings creating a sweet gentle melody, “now that is just long, why not use your bed to pull the kid out” Hobie said feeling cocky, “shhh, and swift movement could bring it down” you say and Hobie runs out of ideas to challenge you with, you start the melody again, humming to the tune, the sound is alluring and gentle, it manages to tickle the curiosity of the child, he slowly comes out, and without warning you grab the child holding the guitar and web away, the tower crashes down releasing a storm cloud of dust.

You and Hobie are separated and you are with his guitar, suddenly you are grabbed by tentacles lifting you in the air, you are met with Hobie once again, with tentacles entrapping his body, “hi, love” Hobie said as the tentacle waved his body around “hi mate” you imitated his accent, you were quite pissed at yourself, here you were ignoring a good guy because he kissed you because you are scared he won’t feel that way about you and it was just a fling and to make it worse he didn’t know what he had done wrong so now you are the unfair one, do you see the problem here, you could feel your subconscious ask you.

“C’mon love don’t be like that” Hobie protested, wiggling around to free himself from the tentacles “alright fine, sorry, what is it that you want to talk about” you said, free from the tentacle now fighting the giant Ursula looking doc oct, “I was kind of hoping , you might want to hang out this weekend, kind of like last time y’know” Hobie nervously plays his sonic guitar sound to keep the anomaly back, “like a date….then yeah of course” you say landing your last kick to the doc’s jaw. A portal opens and you both walk in, leaving the anomaly for the spider people clean up crew. “You two, what the hell was that” Miguel yells, “it wasn’t our fault that anomaly-“ you abruptly take off your mask to say before interrupted by Hobie, “we don’t have to answer to you, be grateful you sent us and we handled it fucking narcissist” Hobie takes off his mask to stare down at Miguel properly.

You both had been so preoccupied with verbally taking Miguel down you had not noticed that both your masks were off, this was the first time you both would be seeing each others faces and identities, but when you both did notice it wasn’t the reaction either of you had neither imagined nor expected.

The room fell silent, and you both watched as the colour drained from the others face, it was you, the mystery lady in his dreams, the reason for his sleepless nights, he always wondered why the dreams stopped the moment he met you, he had so much to say to you, so much to ask you but he didn’t know how to express his emotions, he’ll he was barely processing them properly so he said nothing, giving you the same emotionless snarl he gave everyone else in hopes you weren’t to intimidated by him, he met your eyes and in that instant he was overtaken by shock, as you stared back at him, tearing stinging your eyes “prowler” you whispered, taking a few steps back, you walk away, “wha- hey hang on” Hobie attempts to follow you, but you shoot a web, sticking his hand to a nearby wall, the last thing Hobie saw was angry tears streaming down your face before you disappeared into a portal behind you