#oops my neurodivergencies are showing

[lovecolibri]

Hey! If you get this, answer with your top 5 music artists and send it to the last 7 people in your notifications 💜

Hey! For once I am home to do this instead of forgetting and it sitting in my notifications for ages! I go through phases depending on the time of year and my mental state so in no particular order, these are the current top faves

1. Ed Sheeran is high up there thanks to the tour concert I just attended, and the variety of songs and styles so something fits for every season. Also he's just such a doll and I have MAD respect for how he does what he does with the looping system and the precision timing that requires and being able to commmand a whole stage and a stadium with 85k people alone. No dancers no backup vocalists or musicians, just a dude and a guitar and a loop station. Baller.

2. Taylor Swift because I'm an emotional girlie and the lyrics speak to my soul from the petty/bitchy to the sad to the longing to the in love ones.

3. Sleeping at Last also because Emotions and Lyrics That Will Haunt You, but also Lyrics That Will Heal Your Soul. Eternal fave and absolutely fascinating person to listen to when he goes over how he creates songs.

4. It's almost time for my fall playlist which means some Graveyard Club so yay for 80's/emo vibes, I'm excited to pull them back into rotation!

5. Picking only 5 is hard when my tastes range from Josh Groban to I Am Ghost depending on the weather/season/my mood, and aside from a few select artists I don't follow a lot of musicians beyond a song or two that I heard on a commercial one time or in the background of an episode of a show (special shout out to Jeremy Messersmith having a song on Chuck that did actually get me to download the whole album). But to pull something Different, I'm gonna end with Two Steps From Hell because sometimes you just need some epic soundtrack music that makes you feel like you could bench press a Hummer.

[lifesshort-imshorter]

My Sunday PSA for ADHD:

I am *constantly* seeing people talk about accidentally doubling up on their meds because they can't remember already taking them - or skipping them altogether just in case they did take them.

Seriously, guys, please think about getting the timer caps for your pill bottles. This has been a lifesaver for me when I grab my bottle to take my meds, remember I need to do something, set it down, and then when I see the pill bottle again I can't remember if I even opened the damn thing. This has happened enough that I can't count the times, and even if I could I wouldn't tell you because really, brain? C'mon.

This thing tells you exactly how long it's been since you opened the bottle and helps to keep you on track. These come in multiple sizes to fit virtually any pill bottle you already have, but they also come with their own bottles (and labels!) on the off chance they don't - and you can find them online easy enough.

Best part is these things can work for multiple people for different reasons. Got a forgetful parent or grandparent and want to make sure they're safe with their meds? Great gift. Have a teen in the home but you smoke weed and want to keep an eye on it? Perfect nug jar. Just curious about how long your adhd meds last before productivity goes down? Perfect timer.

Have teen children and worried they're going to access your Vicodin from that dentist appointment? Have a high fever and can't remember how long it's been since you took your last Tylenol? On day three of a depression streak and can't remember doing anything but staring at the wall? Can't remember how long it's been since your last birth control pill? Great purchase.

Just keep them in an area you are frequently and stop worrying (I keep my adhd meds right next to my computer, and my morning meds next to the sink in the bathroom). Get rid of the am/pm pill containers that no one remembers to fill anyways. Trust me, it is worth it.

In case I've inspired anyone, these are the ones I have, but there are other brands and styles out there from different sites if you don't support Amazon.

Even if it's not for you, please share so that other people see.

[heyclickadee]

Six, “Magic is not respectable, sir.”

SOMEONE SAVE EMMA WINTERTOWNE

Okay but seriously. Emma’s entire life is a series of people putting their needs and wants, even if they’re things they want for her, ahead of her. She’s deathly ill, but her mother won’t take her to a doctor because the idea that Emma might be sick causes too much cognitive dissonance, so she ignores it. Sir Walter knows she’s deathly ill, and he actually quite likes her and wants to get to know her, but he also needs to marry her to save himself from financial ruin and to do that he needs to keep her mother happy for another week. Norrell is going to put his ambition ahead of her and bargain half her life away. The gentleman with the thistledown hair is going to be so invested in having her at his parties he’s not going to care of even notice that she’s miserable. No one is actually going to listen to her for about a decade from this point.

So. Venice. Not that. That city is ever going to come up again.

Lady Wintertowne’s entire monologue about Dreamditch is…interesting. The story is buried under a sickening load of classism—the way she talks about Dreamditch is shocking—and probably some bitterness and buried grief about the sister who died. She’s probably not that reliable of a narrator here in terms of even telling us what she thinks happened. And beneath all of that, I think we’ve got some indication that Dreamditch’s perception of what was going on was actually quite a bit closer to reality than hers—that there maybe really were some fairy spirits watching over the kids, that the kids did offend them, and that it’s maybe why the sister died or—knowing what we see later on with Arabella—didn’t die, but was maybe taken elsewhere instead.

“Poor Norrell! To be classed with the Dreamditches and Vinculuses of the world,” aaaaand there it is. It comes as a shock to Norrell, but the fact is that as a practical magician, he’s been thought of as on par with the begging street magicians—a novelty, someone to entertain, but ultimately beneath “respectable” society and occupying a place outside of it. That’s why Drawlight has been dragging him around to dinner parties—he (and his many acquaintances) don’t actually see him as any different than the street magician in Mrs. Littleworth’s story. They want to see him do tricks, and he ends up being accepted as long as he’s useful.

None of what I’ve been saying for these last few commentaries is really a defense of Norrell; Norrell is conceited and can be downright despicable at times. But the chapters where we do get more of Norrell’s point of view do give us a more complicated picture of the guy.

[wyrmswears]

Hiii!

I know the au ain’t about Jay, but does he have an animal form? How did Edd & Eddna found him or he does not exist?

I do apologize for the amount of questions not being libber related😞

Pd. I also love wolf children i imagine Libby just recreating the feral Yuki scene right?

Hellooooo!! Had to think about this for a bit; I really didn't give Jay too much mind when making this AU lol. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed getting to flesh out this AU further using your questions so thank you so much for asking! :D I made the AU for Libber and Ice but it's always fun to expand on other characters and how the changes the AU makes affects them.

This post turned out longer than I expected (oops. I love infodumping about my AUs, sorry lol) so the answers in their entirety are under the cut! Spoilers for Prime Empire and Dragons Rising (though nothing particularly about s2) are mentioned though.

The short answers are: Jay is still adopted, Libber left him at the Walkers' doorstep before dying. And yes, Jay has a wolf form like Libber does, but he can't access it until after the Merge.

The long answers:

The second question is easy - the comic on my other post initially had a third page that would've answered this but I found it difficult to get to flow well so I scrapped it. When the Walkers arrive home after coming across Libber, they find Jay on their doorstep. The idea is that she had left him at a safe place as a final act before succumbing to whatever killed her. (Much like in Wolf Children, I don't have a particular cause of death thought out.) Ed and Edna don't make the connection between the child on their doorstep and the wolf on the highway of course, because why would they?

As for whether Jay has an animal form... On one hand I find it very amusing when characters of non-human heritage turn out to be just normal humans, and Cliff Gordon is still completely human in this AU, but I also think it'd be boring to ignore his heritage completely for the sake of the bit. After mulling it over I've come up with this:

Jay grows up showing quirks that align with him being half raijū, but nothing that can't be explained by him being the elemental master of lightning or just a peculiar (and probably neurodivergent) child; these are things like a fascination of thunderstorms, abnormal resistance towards electrical shocks, hyperactivity, a tendency to chew on things...

He has no idea that his biological mother wasn't human until after the events of Prime Empire when Wu, now aware that Jay knows he's adopted as he used it to reason with Unagami, requests to speak to Jay privately. He explains that, if Jay has an animal form then he shouldn't feel like he has to hide it from the team as he is sure that they'd accept him, much like Libber's teammates accepted her. This is sweet and all, but Jay is very confused what he means about having an animal form. And thus begins the explanation of who or what exactly Libber was.

After learning that he isn't completely human, Jay isn't really upset - hell, Zane and Lloyd have both dealt with the same thing and it turned out fine - but he only talks about it with Nya. This is part of my general characterisation of Jay where I feel like he doesn't keep too many deliberate secrets, but does only mention certain things about himself on a need-to-know basis meaning that, while he doesn't care if the team knows he's adopted, only Nya, Zane, and Pixal know that he is (Zane and Pixal for being present at the end of Prime Empire). Nya 'needs to know' because she is his yang thank you very much. Nya helps him to research about raijū and they find out that they can come in a variety of forms. Jay thinks he'd look like a noble and mighty creature, maybe a lion or an eagle. Nya thinks he'd be a chihuahua.

Nonetheless, that seems to be the extent of it; Jay doesn't figure out if he has an animal form or how to use it, and all that's changed is that Nya has become a lot more aware of her yin's oddities. That is, until Dragons Rising.

I think after the Merge, Jay has no issues with accessing his animal form: much like his mother, he's a wolf-like canid. If you told him, he'd probably never believe that he had spent the first 20-or-so years of his life with no clue to his heritage and no abilities related to it when his natural state of self after getting amnesia is to flux between forms. Maybe it developed as one of the strange effects of the Merge, or maybe its a new ability as a result of his environment, much akin to Cole's rock golem. Nonetheless, it serves as a message to Nya that this isn't the same Jay she knew before the Merge. He flaunts his heritage to the team that he never told and has changed, both physically and as a person, without her there to see.

As for the P.S, I'm not entirely sure what scene you are talking about - there's quite a few where I imagine Yuki could be described as feral lol - but Libber is overall quite alike to Yuki in my mind, particularly when she is younger and less concerned with hiding her wolf side.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

RC9GN Commentary + Thoughts

my current and ridiculous hyperfixation on RC9GN is dominating my entire life, oops- but basically, this is mostly me once again testing the waters of not only a potential fanfic with a reimagined/continued-fanon season three and beyond but before i start

Here’s my general commentary of the show!

For starters- Randy is so neurodivergent-coded? He has ADHD, and I feel if his actions in the canon are viewed from a more ND angle, a lot of his behavior makes so much more sense to be honest; he stims, he doesn’t exactly think before he acts sometimes (and it’s only later - once he’s truly thought about his own actions - that he finally realizes he could’ve messed up), he gets overstimulated, and on another thing- he definitely has displayed signs of not only rejection sensitivity dysphoria but he also looks for others’ approval - not in the people pleasing way, he wants to be noticed and he can’t exactly get that

The show can be mature- and it shows in certain moments. Howard‘s beef with the Nomicon is genuinely legitimate, and we see he hates and despises being alone - he’s not socially anxious, but he does seem to only have Randy as his friend; though could it also be tied with Howard just being so used to having him as company that not having him around just gets a little distressing? They were friends from literally three years old- maybe it’s the knowledge that Randy’s now faced with this life-threatening role?

Another thing! The whole thing with the First Ninja (part of the commentary and thoughts of this post) having lost his entire family at the hands of the Sorcerer? That has got to have developed some serious ptsd and survivor’s guilt- it could explain why he’s so strict and rational and attempts to be this mediating figure but also suddenly gives up and loses his temper (like- if his soul is in the nomicon, then has he had proper contact with people? He’d have been completely isolated-)

Going off on “Finja” (though i seriously need to give him a name-), his official introductory episode could’ve gone so much better? Like. I get it, why he seemingly gave up so quickly but also- I think he sees his younger self in Randy and that’s why he could be harder on him, but going back on the last point; “Finja” has gone through so much - even if it isn’t inherently canon - and goodness me, I wish we could’ve seen more of his character- and the idea he’s Randy’s ancestor? Hello?

Massive Commentary incoming!

The Norisu 9 is such an interesting concept- I want to know more, but for that I need to write it; who were they? They were a clan- could they possibly be brought back as other ninjas that fight alongside the Ninja? (AKA Randy) If that’s the case though, wouldn’t it have been mentioned beforehand? Then again- this is entirely fanon. Maybe it’s only in specific moments; like we all know there are eight other realms - apart from the Land of Shadows - that Randy would’ve had to face. Imagine just-

The Norisu 9 are carefully chosen, and that’s likely why they weren’t seen before? Maybe it was thought the bloodline vanished- or only show up when fighting against specific threats like, say, the Sorceress- but now I have to figure out who would be the rest of the Norisu 9? Off the top of my head, genuinely- Debbie should be one of them (a theme of dark purple? But seriously- I feel they all have a select set of powers) - i can’t fully explain my thoughts right now, but also Theresa? Like, they definitely have certain qualities to be ninjas- though that still leaves six more people-

Also like, I really want more on the tengu and the ninja? I have a lot more dedicated to the fanon season three and this is only one part of my thoughts but- i keep thinking about the one episode where tengu! Howard (in the time travel/season one finale episode) was hurt and it affected Randy; like this has so much potential? Like just imagine the angst that could create- or even if Howard was permanently linked to the tengu, and he developed powers and things went a little… south - there is going to be so much I’m going to explore with this tbh

I need to dedicate an entire nine post thesis purely dedicated to my attempts at interpreting the different realms that Randy would have had to face if the show wasn't suddenly cancelled, oh my god

Another thing- the Sorcerer had so much potential as a villain; it's basically what he could have been if the show wasn't posed so much as a lighthearted action-comedy, but this is also a topic for another day. The amount of brainrot I've been dealing with is so ridiculous, someone help

[tlbodine]

How to Socialize

OK, before I dig into this, a few disclaimers:

1 - I'm not like. A psychologist or anything. Just a writer who's been part of a whole lot of online communities and has run a pretty successful one for a few years.

2 - The advice that follows is not intended to make anybody feel bad or be a condemnation or enforce standards of behavior. If you read this and don't vibe with it, cool. Keep on scrolling by.

**also, oops, this is really long because I wanted to be thorough.

OK. So with that all out of the way. I was talking with a coworker today. She's undiagnosed but suspects she's some flavor of neurodivergent, and she works over on the sales side, where she was recently hired. Part of her training involves being coached specifically in how to interface with clients -- active listening, etiquette, how to ask good questions, that sort of thing.

She said to me today, "For like 27 years everybody has always just told me I was weird and intense and off-putting but nobody ever told me what I was actually supposed to DO until literally this week. Mind blown."

And I was like, shit, you know what? You have a point.

And that got me to thinking about communities -- from online spaces to meet-ups to society at large -- and the way we try to teach people behavior.

I feel like, overwhelmingly, folks are assumed to just understand what they're supposed to do. If there are community guidelines in place, they're usually rules about what not to do. But you can follow the rules to the letter, and still come off all wrong, and then nobody will ever tell you what you're doing wrong because it's impolite or whatever, until you irritate them so much that they either blow up at you or else just straight-up start avoiding you, and neither of those are really helpful pieces of feedback.

So. In case nobody has ever actually told you, specifically and explicitly? Here are some tips on being a good community member, the kind of person that folks will generally like to be around and want to be friends with.

Show Interest in Other People

The number one most important thing you can do to be a good community member, is to show interest in your other community members. After all, you want them to respond to you when you say things, right? Well. They want the same thing for themselves.

"But I'm not interested in what they're talking about." No problem. You're interested in getting along with them, right? Cool. So this interaction isn't actually about the subject. It's about making them feel good. And, hey, you know what? If you keep an open mind, you might find that what they're saying is actually pretty interesting.

Some phrases to remember and use when people are talking about an interest of theirs:

"Oh?" (general usage prompt for more information)

"That's really interesting! How does that work?" (acknowledges their interest + prompts them to talk more)

"I heard once about [related thing]." (shows that you are engaged with the topic, and allows you to shift conversation in a direction you're more comfortable)

"I'm really interested in [thing], I feel like that might be similar in [way]." (forges common ground and allows you to shift conversation to a topic you enjoy).

So for example, let's say you're talking to someone who mentions that they're really interested in...idk...volcanos. You don't really care about volcanos. But you like this person. So instead of just saying nothing (because you don't care about the topic), or changing the subject, engage instead: "I saw that movie Dante's Peak. How realistic is that?" "What got you interested in volcanos?" "I don't know much about volcanos. My thing was always horses. What's it like being a volcano girl?"

Whatever. The point is not to learn about volcanos (although learning new things can be fun!) but to give them a chance to talk about their thing.

Give Other People a Chance to Speak

The flipside of the thing above: If you're talking to someone about their interest, don't go so overboard trying to relate to them that you don't actually let them talk. In the horse/volcano example, see how it ends with a question? The question hands the topic back to the other person. It's like playing a game of catch. Conversation is tossing a ball back and forth. If one person hogs the ball, it's no fun for the other person.

When you're talking about your interests, you'll want to pay attention to the person/people you're talking to. In general, engaged conversation partners will mirror your energy. If they're asking questions and relating what you're saying to something they know, then they are trying to carry on conversation with you. Proceed!

If you notice they are:

Responding more slowly (without saying a disclaimer like "sorry, multitasking/at work, keep typing!")

Starting to reply with single-word responses ("cool!" "Okay" "lol") or emotes

Saying the same thing over and over ("That's awesome!" three times in a row)

They are most likely trying to disengage from the conversation. It's almost certainly not that they dislike you or that you've done anything wrong. They've probably just run out of things to say, or they really want to talk about something else, and they're looking for a way to politely exit the conversation. You can provide them with a graceful out by saying something like, "Anyway, that's my thing. What have you been up to?"

(Incidentally, if you notice that people have a tendency to stop talking to you or change the subject when you're trying to converse, check that you're not inadvertently giving off those disengagement signals. Saying things like "ok" or "I know" without any further prompting or question can be perceived as a cue for the other person to stop talking).

Avoid Self-Deprecation

Sometimes, you realize that you've made a misstep, and it seems natural that your next step should be to apologize. This isn't a bad impulse! But the way you apologize makes a difference.

For example, let's say you're talking in a discord channel and realize that you've been going on for a while and nobody else is saying anything. You get self-conscious and realize, oh, maybe you're talking too much.

So perhaps you're tempted to say: "Sorry. I know I talk too much and it's annoying."

Do not do this. Because now the people in chat will feel contractually obligated to reassure you that you are not annoying.

Instead, try a joke: "Phew that was a lot! Anyway. Anybody else want a turn?"

Keeping things light-hearted alleviates the pressure that other people might feel and keeps the mood from being too awkward.

"Isn't all of this dishonest and manipulative?"

Look. Here's the thing. People who are good communicators -- folks you might hear described as charismatic -- are folks who understand these rules, and other social rules, intuitively. Most well-socialized neurotypical folks communicate this way without thinking about it or even knowing what they're doing.

For those people, conversation is usually less about exchanging specific information and more about nurturing a social bond. Remember -- it's not about volcanos. It's about making the other person feel heard and appreciated.

To stretch the example to its breaking point: What would be dishonest or manipulative is if you pretended that you loved volcanos, or lied about your experience with volcanos, or went out of your way to build a relationship with someone on a shared passion for volcanos when actually you don't really like volcanos at all and one day you won't be able to stand it anymore.

Showing polite interest for a few minutes by asking a question? Is not dishonest. That's just you signaling to them, "I don't get your thing, but I care about you as a person and talking about this seems to make you happy, so please continue."

That's all for today. I might be back later with a post about sympathy and venting and advice. But for now, I hope this was at least a little bit helpful for somebody. Good luck out there making conversation!

[transfemme-floofer]

I scrolled through the available TV channels for Florets next to my best friend Millie in Mistress’s vines, looking for something to enjoy together, before stopping on one particular show in particular

“Florets and Fun, what’s that” I enquired

The Affini and Millie looked at each other “Petal, you explain” Mistress encourages. Millie burst out in neurodivergent joy as she explained “okay, you know how back on Earth there were lifestyle car shows like Top Gear or Men and Motors?”

“Yes”

“Well, here we have the same thing but for Florets”

“That sounds like fun, shall we?”

“Go on” we pressed it and the screen came up with a notice with a sad cartoon floret and text that said “oops, ask your owner if you can watch this” Millie spoke again “oh yeah, there’s a little bit of naughty language and like playful violence… but Miss Anisette always lets me watch it because she knows I was really into cars on Terra” I looked to my Mistress “can we?, please may we watch it” She ponders for a painfully long time “alright, I know Anisette, she has the best judgment out of everyone I know

She presses the approval button, and we are treated to the sweet sound of the Allman Brothers

[magicalgirlmascot]

We know a little about Vakama’s family, and Nuju’s… did you have any details worked out about some of the other Turaga’s families?

A little bit! Not a whole lot tbh.

Vakama has been no contact with his parents at least since he became a Turaga. They were neglectful and very much the kind of parents who check out of their kid's life when he starts showing signs of neurodivergence, blaming him for not being "normal." I mentioned at one point Lhikan sitting the Metru down and telling them they needed a will and a POA, and that was the catalyst for Vakama cutting them out. He suddenly realized that if something happened to him, even if it was just a car accident and not Toa related at all, they'd be the ones making decisions for him and that scared him.

Nuju gets along with Kualus better now than when they were younger. The age gap didn't help (their parents were fairly young when they had Nuju and then Kualus was Baby Oops 10 years later) but Hot Beast Summer ultimately served to make Nuju realize just how much he'd been ignoring that relationship. They argue still, but they are quite close. Their parents live a good distance away so they don't see them often. Possibly in another province. Or maybe they moved to California after retirement and their ice elemental sons refuse to visit them there lol

Whenua is also no contact with his family but didn't do that until a few years into his marriage. They were not happy about him marrying a man (and a disabled one at that) and no matter how much he tried to get through to them they refused to change. He stuck it out for as long as he did because he was raised on the idea of "traditional family values" (and all the bullshit that comes with), but eventually it became too much. He doesn't regret it, he can't, but it does make him deeply sad in a way that Vakama (and Lewa) aren't about their families.

(At one point I was going to have a chapter or two about Whenua dealing with his father passing and all the complicated feelings about that. But I couldn't find a good place for it, and then my grandmother died in the spring and writing about a funeral service was hitting a bit too close to home. It might show up as a short story someday but for now it's pretty firmly tabled.)

Nokama is very much an oldest sibling. Of how many I'm undecided, but she's definitely the oldest. She's used to being in charge, which is where her whole "does whatever she thinks is best without asking" thing comes from. (Contrast with Gali, who also has Oldest Daughter Syndrome but was also the youngest sibling, so not only was she given responsibilities her brothers often weren't, but also her brothers never listened to her ever because she's the baby.)

Matau grew up in a pretty loud and chaotic blended family situation where he was the second youngest of five. It was a home full of love, but also full of yelling kids. So Matau has absolutely no trouble dealing with loud groups of children lol. As far as he's concerned that is childhood's default volume.

Onewa had a tough home life, but unlike the others I haven't really decided what that looks like yet. He strikes me as the sort of person who ran away from home several times before he was even in high school yet.

[finch-velutina]

Gomu Gomu No Mi Analysis/Headcanons: The Neurodivergency of Devil Fruits:

(tl;dr: Luffy is an absolute weirdo and I love him SO much)

Luffy is neurodivergent, this much is obvious. However, Luffy is also someone who has eaten a fruit at a very young age, which also affects the way he sees the world and interacts with it. I personally believe that Luffy is neurodivergent not just in mind but in body, and I absolutely love to think about how the Gomu Gomu no Mi affects Luffy both physically and mentally.

[Spoiler warning for up to Dressrosa because gear 4 is discussed ]

Luffy and Blunt Damage: He's Just Built Different

One of the most obvious examples of how Luffy's fruit affects how he views the world is how he treats other people in regards to blunt damage. Blunt damage is a Thing That Happens to Other People to him, and as such he has trouble remembering it exists. When he Gomu Gomu no Rockets his nakama into things he apologizes after it happens, like he didn't think it would hurt them.

Because blunt damage is a type of fall damage, Luffy also doesn't understand how far a normal human can fall. My absolute favorite canon example of this is from the Arlong fight, where Luffy "swaps places" with Zoro by hurling him ten feet in the air while severely wounded.

Instincts (the stretchy kind)

Related to this, I don't think Luffy can get vertigo because he has no instinctual reaction to heights whatsoever. We saw him fall off a cliff in Syrup Village without even waking up. His first name may be Monkey but there is nothing monkeylike about not waking up from Oops Fell From Thing. His instincts literally work in a very different way, which is so interesting to me.

Another example of how Luffy's instincts work in strange and delightful ways is from this tiny 2 second bit in the Davy Back Fight arc. Any normal human would have ducked when seeing something fast coming towards their head. Not Luffy though. He physically pulls his head out of the way. There's nothing natural about that reflex and it just shows how much Luffy's fruit is intrinsic to his being!

[ID: Screenshot of Luffy in the Davy Back/Long Ring Long Island arc avoiding a spiked ball by holding his head an arms' length away from his shoulders ]

Being rubber, which is an insulator, has affected his temperature perception. In alabasta he mostly complains about being thirsty, not hot, and always has delayed reactions to things he touches being hot or the climate being cold, like on Drum Island. (This is one of my favorite examples of how luffy's neurodivergency interacts with his Fruit because his poor interoception is both a mental and a physical thing).

Gears

Now it's time for even more analysis of how the Gomu Gomu no Mi works! Time for the Gears. A Gear is not, like, a state of mind in the same way Luffy being a Rubber Human is, but it's part of luffy's loveable weirdness, so I'm including my theories/headcanons on them too.

Gear Second: I think this makes it hard for him to walk, because he is moving very fast, which makes his bones looser and more rubbery.

Gear Third: The main operating principle of this is Luffy inflating his bones. What happens to the non-inflated parts of his arm like the muscles? Obviously they have to stretch and are put under a lot of strain, which is something I think is part of him becoming tiny after. This would also explain how getting stronger during the timeskip caused the shrinking to stop happening - his muscles are stronger and more resistant.

Gear Fourth! This is the first gear to affect Luffy's entire body. It's explicitly stated that Luffy gets so bouncy in this form he can't stand still or walk very well, which delights me. In gear 4, Luffy inflates his muscles, and the bones are now the part stretching. They're more resistant to stretching than inflating, which makes moving hard, doubly so because his muscles are huge and less precise. (Sidenote - this is different from a standard Pistol bone stretch because those recoil right back into place without being held stretched for long periods of time). This is why he can do that accordion fold in with the muscles that brings that concussive force like in Kong Gun - his bones naturally want to scrunch the muscles back to release the pressure on the bone.

How are his lungs affected by this form? His lungs are extremely important to his forms because gear second, the basis of them, pumps blood very fast and needs more airflow. The lungs are surrounded by both muscle (inflating) and bone (stretching) so the tension between those two seems like it would put a weird strain on the lungs. I think some sort of lung inflation like in Gomu Gomu no Fuusen is necessary, if only so that Luffy can get enough air.

[midwesternvibes]

(Because images won't show up on comments)

Yeah ok Legacy of the Gods time (aka Percy Jackson x Rottmnt crossover)

So basically, instead of being kidnapped by Big Mama in the early 2000s, Lou Jitsu narrowly avoids a terrible marriage and instead continues his life of partying in Hollywood.

He meets several beautiful people and eventually finds himself with 4 kids. Oops.

In his defense, he has no idea how some of these kids were ever born, it shouldn't even be possible, but alas. He's a dad now.

He raises them (while continuing to ignore his Hamato legacy), moving to NYC away from his life in Hollywood to give his kids a chance at a semi-normal life. Weird stuff happens to them all the time but hey, he's rasing 4 neurodivergent boys, shit's gonna happen.

Even if some of that is.....really unexplainably weird.

There's been incidents. He files each one numerically in case he needs to bring it up on a court case.

They're somewhere in the 1000s by the time little Raphael reaches 10.

He needs bigger filing cabinets.

But finally his boys make a friend! There's this really sweet girl who plays with them all the time and seems really mature for her age, like SUPER mature, and her parents are never around.....

Well, there's always an extra seat at the table for little April, who's limp keeps her from playing some of the rougher games sometimes.

The kids have a REALLY hard time in school, and a good portion of Yoshi's Hollywood money goes into finding tutors willing to stick around long enough to actually teach his boys. He gave up on traditional schooling pretty quickly. Sure it secluded them a little bit, but they do plenty of sports and clubs, and they're REALLY REALLY REALLY good at it!

......where did they get these genetics from???

Anyways, everything is going great!

That is, until that weird green smoke filled up Yoshi's room one night.......

Feel free to ask me questions! I'd love to expand on more, there's just so much lore I couldn't possibly get it all out in one post! My ask box is always open!

[dysfunctional-doodle]

i love that they have an autism groupchat. like of COURSE they would make one. i don’t even really know what they’d talk about but like. lmao

(also an adhd chat that’s 99% mikey and most of what is said is just spamming memes. some related to adhd some completely irrelevant)

also referring to bay mikey as their DOUBLE AGENT I CAN’T

i’d love to hear some neurodivergent headcanons you have (i am very passionate about neurodivergent headcanons i have so many it’s unreal)

I hc that most of the Donatellos, if not all, are autistic with varying levels. I also hc that 2003 Raph in particular has autism due to the mannerisms he has in the show and I will die on that hill.

My hcs also revolve around every Mikey having ADHD (Bayverse, 2003, 2007, 2012, Rise - which was basically confirmed anyway - 2019/Batman vs the TMNT) /ADD (1987). They simply are not Mikey without it, in my opinion.

As for mutant mayhem (I’ve done a post about this) but in concept art Donnie and Mikey both have autism rep stickers - Mikey on his nunchucks and Donnie on his laptop (? I can’t remember where his was too well oops).

Other than that, I don’t particularly hc many other neurodivergent behaviours in any of the turtles notably, though I do see a lot of hcs for 2012 Raph having IED which is interesting, but I’ve not watched enough to know much about his mannerisms. Obviously I’m not a professional, these are just my thoughts and completely understand if people don’t see it or disagree! I just am quite fond of the Mikey ADHD hc the most :)

(Also, I hc Bayverse Mikey as ADHD and Autistic due to @brightlotusmoon ‘s Bayverse fanfics and tumblr posts, which are all amazing and you should check them out!)

[silvexus]

Re: Sometimes feeling species dysphoria as someone who doesn't ID as non-human - would you be willing to expand on that? It's okay if not - I don't want to pry - but I've never heard of someone having that experience before and think it might be valuable to the overall conversation.

That said the comparison to cis folks sometimes experiencing gender dysphoria makes intuitive sense to me, too.

Sure! I'll try my best to figure out how to articulate this in a way that makes sense and is also respectful (as someone who doesn't ID as non-human, I obviously do not want to appropriate experiences!) but I do fear it may not be as interesting as it sounds.

This got really long, so I'm putting in a read more, oops!

For clarification, I experience psychosis (since childhood) and have neurological disorders. I think the combination of these things is what causes what I'm about to try to describe, though I would certainly not try to say that the only thing that can cause species dysphoria is this sort of experience, nor would that would make someone's experience any less valid if they chose to ID as non-human if they were in a similar situation. Everyone is different, after all!

Primarily, this thing I equate to species dysphoria manifests as two different things that I tend to describe as non-human body language and non-organic yearning.

Non-human body language isn't as encompassing as I'd like it to be, but it's hard to articulate. My limbs don't feel right sometimes; disproportionate to each other, maybe. My spine feels wrong; too short, maybe? That could be the scoliosis causing both of these things, but it happens in my arms sometimes too. I don't know what it wants to be, however. There's ways my body wants to move to convey ideas to others than I can't emulate properly. My vocal mimicry is good, but not good enough, though I wouldn't really tell you what calls I'm supposed to make. I do trill a lot, when I can.

My teeth aren't quite sharp enough, I know that. And would a tail help? Would upright, pointy ears? A crest of feathers? I wouldn't mind a crest, I think, but then the moment passes and what I have is... acceptable. Fine. I am here, in this place, and my nerves are made of fire.

In a more permanent fashion, I bunt people to show my affection, but even when I physically can't it is a constant urge. (I nearly broke poor @/sattarehi asking if I could bunt him.) It's easier to move on all fours sometimes, or just in ways that are unintuitive to a human blueprint. To curl around people while we're sitting on the edge of a bed, them sitting up, me on my side to encircle them, in a way I don't see others doing often. The way I hold my arms sometimes feels like the resting position of something else; holding them at my sides like a person is expected to feels wrong, like it'll impede my ability to flee if I need to. (From what? Is that the paranoia? The hypervigilance? The nerves again? The various and sundry neurodivergencies?) When I'm socially allowed to cross my arms it helps, but it's not quite perfect.

Sometimes, the fact that I cannot do these things more effectively (though my brain does not grant me the knowledge of what that would look like), that I am considered eccentric and strange for doing them at all, pulls at something in me that doesn't speak in any language I have access to.

As an aside that may only slightly be relevant, my social integration is interesting. People who are friends or close associates or even people I think of fondly become extensions of us in a way that isn't so much possessive, but in the same way a tight knit family group might be among certain animals. (Which is why when people ask 'do you experience romantic love?' I can't honestly say. This is already quite intense, you want me to try and define it further?) And that's to say nothing of the prey drive. The human prey drive is intense enough, and I can certainly repress it well (I can't believe PvP games were good for something) but mine feels a little overtuned.

... So the non-organic yearning is fun to try and figure out, but it provokes the same feelings, so I'll try to articulate it just in case it helps!

It feels like I am made of something deeper. Something farther. Here, there, everywhere. I feel like I am floating adrift in a dark sea, unable to drown or sink, though surely I must. Surely I must. And yet.

It isn't an invincibility. It isn't a belief in a higher power or an afterlife. For the sake of my health, I cannot believe in these things. (We shan't talk about my childhood delusions, but they were quite elaborate! You could tell I was into world religions as study subject as a child.)

But sometimes I look into the sky and feel it staring back, like I am stuck in a Polaroid that an old friend keeps looking at to remember me. I look at pictures from all of our instruments that turn into the infinite dark beyond our planet and my brain thinks I want to go home the same way I do when I see my hometown on a map. I am not from here, something in me insists. I am from nowhere, but I am certainly not from here. Is that the intergenerational trauma? The thing that infects you and fills in where your grandparents' language and food and culture is supposed to be? The remains of what a war before you were born left behind? Or is it something else?

It feels like something else, the same way sometimes my body feels wrong in the same, but different, way that it always feels wrong. It feels like whatever I am, separate from this meat suit and these mutinous neurotransmitters, is from somewhere else. That it knows this. That it wants to go back.

Not all of my body dysmorphia is neatly gender dysphoria. Species dysphoria, as a term, helps gather these experiences up neatly, even if I don't identify as non-human. I am human. I am a strange, eccentric human, even if I feel like Something Else Wearing A Human Skin, but ultimately human regardless. Despite that, almost. Maybe, in a strange, contradictory way, I'm both. Human is what I want to be, at the end of this day. But regardless, it does help me understand things a bit more than someone who doesn't have the same experiences, I think. And maybe this will change in the future as my understanding of myself grows! I'm a whole adult, but I'm growing every day, you know?

(You know that book, Casual Rex? And they made it into a show pilot/TV movie called Anonymous Rex? And it was about dinosaurs barely surviving their extinction and pretending to be human and they wore disguises to blend in? There's a scene where a character describes another character as "she's a human pretending to be a dinosaur pretending to be a human!" Life feels like that sometimes.)

[blueroan-equestrian]

Bully

Aonung and reader

Never directly said but I may have leaked my neurodivergence into the oc and I always wanted to be close to be close with my siblings but my mom always pit us against each other so may have went over board with the bonds in this one… oops this has you starting at 18 and when you are a little bit older 22 mate with Aonung

As Neteyam’s twin sister and Jake and Neyteri’s other oldest child I too was handed big expectations though dad seemed to be more gentler with his daughters. Kiri being so close to our age we were close but she was still closer to Lo’ak. Neteyam and Lo’ak were the only ones allowed to go on missions as dad said it was our duty to learn from grandma and become healers.

One raid I heard from one of the warriors told me about what Lo’ak did that almost got my twin killed and I was pissed. I charged to find them. Before I even could see them I could hear dad yelling and Neteyam trying to take the fall again. “Stop taking the blame for him! If you don’t let him fall he won’t learn!” I growled with a singular focus, ignoring my father telling me to go back. I decked Lo’ak as hard as I could.

Dad pulled me back quickly, “Hey, enough! Go back.”

“No! Teyam is bleeding and this moron…!”

“I said enough. Neteyam walk your sister back to the village.” Dad hissed.

Neteyam walked forward and wrapped an arm around me and applied gentle pressure to get me to move forward. Once out of ear shot he turns and hugs me “I know you were just scared but you can’t just deck Lo’ak.” I gave him a look that said watch me so he continued, “I’m okay, see it’s just a scratch.”

“This time… what about his next stupid move? What about then? Neteyam… I can’t imagine living without you.”

He pulled me tighter, “Hey, I’m right here.”

…

Not long after we were forced to flee our home to the Metkayina clan. There we were taken in and the leaders assigned their children to teach us their ways. The girl, Tsireya, was kind and it was clear Lo’ak liked her… however her brother, Aonung was crass and rude. I didn’t like him as he clearly detested us.

But I noticed he was a little bit more gentle with me so I started to play into it. When he would get frustrated with one of my siblings I would run my hand down his arm and hum, “It was a good try don’t you think? I was out of breath before them anyway.”

He’d pause before turning his attention to me with a sigh, “yeah I guess…”

On our way home from our sessions Lo’ak scoffs, “Why are you always hanging on to that Asshole?”

“Because when I hang on him he eases up on you, you’re welcome.” I smirked.

Neteyam laughed wrapping an arm around me and bumping against Lo’ak, “weaponized flirting.”

…

When we started working on learning to ride the Ilus when Lo’ak was struggling Aonung simply laughed, so I got really close and he instinctively wrapped an arm around me as if to assist me in treading water. I leaned my chin on his shoulder, “Aonung… is it really that hard? That looked like it really hurt. Should I be nervous?”

He gives me a squeeze, “Nah, even this idiot can do it. I’ll show you, pretty girl.”

…

When my brothers got in a fight with Aonung and his friends I stepped up and yelled, “Enough! What is this all about?”

My brothers got up and joined me. Lo’ak jesters at Aonung, “This asshole called Kiri a freak.”

With a straight face I stepped up to Aonung and smacked him, “The only freak I see here is standing here in front of me.” I pivoted, “let’s go.”

When dad found out he was furious and despite the fact that Lo’ak wasn’t in the wrong, he made him go apologize. It was a while since he went to apologize so Neteyam and I went to track down Aonung and when he tells us what he did, with the surge of emotions all I could do was scream. I screamed so loud I attracted many other Na’vi attention including Tonowari.

“What is the meaning of all this screaming?” Tonowari asked.

Pointing an accusatory finger at Aonung, “He sent my little brother to his death!”

Tonowari looked over at his son, “Son? Tell me that this is some sort of misunderstanding.”

Aonung looked at his feet and his father lost it, “You better hope that, that boy isn’t dead! Come with me, we’re going to go find him!”

Neteyam took me home to wait and as soon as we were out of sight I took some deep breaths and flopped down. All emotions were drained out of me. Neteyam gave me a look and I stated, “What? What did you expect me to do?”

“Tell his father and dad.”

“Well now everyone knows what he did.”

“Are you even concerned about Lo’ak?”

“Of course but what use am I right now? And you are acting like I acted irrationally. Tonowarni is going to find him and that was emotionally draining!”

Neteyam plopped down by me, “I guess you are right, I’m sorry. You know he’ll be alright.”

…

I was walking on the beach on my way to the grove for some special fruit when Ao’nung came out of the water and tried to catch up with me. And though I tried to quicken my pace, his long legs carried him right up to me though he did stay a step behind me giving me space. “What do you fuckin want, fish boy?” I growled refusing to even look at him.

I could hear his fumbling steps as he tried to keep the one step behind me and not over take me. “Pretty gir..”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” I hissed interrupting him.

“Sorry, I mean (y/n)… please forgive me I will do anything to make it up to you. I already apologized to Lo’ak please… please tell me what I can do to make it up to you.”

I dead stopped causing him to bump into me and when I pivot we are practically chest to lower chest. “You can feed yourself to that monster you left Lo’ak for.”

Aonung bowed his head, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m sorry I picked on your sister and I’m sorry I left your brother alone… with a horrible creature no less. But I really like you…”

“Liar. If you actually liked me not just lusted after me then you would have never treated my siblings like you did. But none of that matters I never liked you. You were an ass, I had to flirt with you to get you to be decent.”

The last part seemed to hurt him the most, “I suppose I deserve that… but can’t we start over again?”

I scowled at him, “start over? Can’t restart something that never began. Now buzz off!”

He looked sad but he deserved it so I stormed off.

… my twin brother was almost killed and I was a wreck waiting for him to heal enough to be stable. Ronal was with him now continuing his treatment as I sat on the edge of the deck with my feet hanging over the edge, tears streaming down my face when Aonung sat next to me and wrapped an arm around me. I allowed him to pull me close, holding me in his arms letting me sob into his chest, allowing my snot and tears run over skin. “He’s going to make it.” He whispered into my hair. “He’s strong and mom is doing everything she can for him.”

…

After the battle was seemingly over I allowed Aonung to get closer to me. We were walking down the beach to go to the grove to retrieve my favorite fruit. Aonung tested the waters by bumping his arms into me before wrapping his arms around me. When we arrived Aonung would climb the trees for me insisting it was his job to get the high ones, even though I’m much better at climbing the trees. Once my basket was full Aonung took the basket from me and carried it back to my family’s bungalow. Stopping before the entrance he shifted the basket. “You want to come in? We could eat together.”

Aonung swallowed, “You sure?…”

“Yeah now come on.”

…

It’s me and Neteyam’s 22nd birthday. Neteyam has found a mate and plans on giving her a betrothal necklace tonight but right now was our traditional time together where we just redo each other’s hair. My hair wasn’t completely braided like his so it wouldn’t take as long but it still felt nice to do. I was taking out the last of his braids when Aonung found our hiding spot.

“Hey… you look good with your hair down Neteyam.”

“Aonung, what do you want? This is our time.” I snipped.

Neteyam was completely relaxed, “relax sis, he doesn’t mean any harm. Right Aonung?”

Aonung chuckled nervously, “Right… what are you doing anyway?”

“Doing a full refresh of his braids. This is our tradition. No matter when we last fixed our hair, we do this on our birthday. I find it grounding.”

Neteyam smiled as I began to section off his hair, “Well what’s up my friend?”

Aonung shifted, “Oh um… nothing… I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can just catch up later.”

“Nonsense have a seat and join the family time.” Neteyam chuckled.

Aonung comes and sits across from us, “so…uh… happy birthday…”

“Thanks man.” Neteyam laughed.

“Thank you.” I hummed.

“Of course my pretty girl … um… Neteyam… I would like your blessing to court your sister.”

“I’m right here. And we kind of already are.” I complained.

Neteyam sat up, “He means more officially… like I would of had to do back home. Aonung I have a couple of questions before I give my blessing. First, how do you see my sister?”

“I see her by my side as my light and as my strength. I see her as the mother of my children and the heart of my family.”

“Ok… Kanza already knows how my sister reacts to your fights so we already agreed if you fuck up she’s coming to stay with us. What would you do to make amends after the two of you get into a fight?”

“Well I know I would have to give her a moment and I would need it too but then I would first get her, her favorite fruit and bring it to her and ask to talk it over. I would listen to her feelings and share my own as we are equals in this relationship and we have to work on this together.”

“Last question, when did you know it was her?”

“After I did that stupid shit to your brother and she was angry with me and I realized she might never speak to me again and it actually bothered me.”

Neteyam leaned forward and patted Aonung’s shoulder, “Blessing granted my friend.”

Neteyam leaned back and I continued working on his hair.

Aonung turned his attention towards me, “So my pretty girl, I would like to have our first courtship in front of the clan during the spring festivities.”

“That’s in two days, Aonung! Why are you asking so late!” I scolded pausing on the braid I was focusing on.

Aonung blushed, “Well I’ve been out for trainings for the past month and I thought it would be cute to ask you on your birthday.”

Neteyam chuckled reaching back to pat my shoulder, “It is cute but if you haven’t noticed my sister isn’t someone who handles things sprung on her very well.”

I groaned, “I hate that you are right about that but yeah it’s cute… but what if I mess it up. I still don’t have all your traditions down.”

Aonung smiled reaching out to touch my cheek, “Ma (y/n), this is just a formality, nothing to worry about.”

I raised my eyebrows working on a hair knot, “Really our clan used it as a way for the clan to decide whether or not to accept them as their leaders mate.” Aonung went quiet, “it’s the same here… but they won’t veto you. You’re amazing! You have a natural healer and already have had previous training to be a Tsahìk before. Which is why mother was alright with me courting you in private and has been taking you under her wing. She already approves of you so surely the clan will follow suit.”

I groan, “Alright but I don’t want to think about this. I just want to enjoy my birthday with my brother. Can we just forget about this for now?”

“Sure of course, will I see you tonight ?”

“Yeah at dinner.”

…

I walked in Aonungs private pod, inside he had prepared some of my favorite foods. “Ma’onung you made dinner for us with my favorite foods… even the ones you don’t like.”

He smiled bringing me into his arms, “of course Ma (y/n). I see you. Happy birthday my beautiful girl.

…

The festival comes around and Aonung keeps an arm around me as we walk amongst the clan on the beach. He has really grown up but I started to notice how he seems just as nervous as I was despite being all confident earlier. I found it comforting. He squeezed me close and kissed my head, “are you having a good time, pretty girl?”

“Yes I am. Thank you. Are you?”

“Of course I am pretty girl. Shall we dance?” He gestured with his free hand.

Once the festivities died down, Aonung walked me back to my family home. He took me into his arms and leaned down for a kiss but stopped short before he touched my lips allowing me to close the distance. Once he had my lips against his, he dominated my mouth. It was as if he was a starved man. But when he pulled away, it was all too soon. He chuckled at my frustration, “Easy love, we can’t be caught making out too much. It’s important to stay proper during our courtship.”

I groaned, “It’s just a kiss.”

He smiled and gave me a peck, “You know how strict court ship is for the future chief. But don’t worry, we’ll be mated before you know it.”

“Ulg! Fine, when’s our next outing?”

“In three days… this will be a big one…. You will be coming with me on a hunting trip… don’t worry I picked a location that will be easier for you. You don’t need to worry, tomorrow my sister and Rotxo will take you out to practice some more. But just so you know I think you do great already.”

I smiled up at him, “Thank you and thank you for setting that up for me…can I get one more kiss?”

Aonung wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. He pulled away as quickly as he had swooped in, “Good night pretty girl, get some sleep.”

…

It comes to our last courting where his mother decides her thoughts on us and the clan decides whether or not to accept me. I was looking through my necklace tops trying to decide what was best for the occasion but couldn’t decide which one was appropriate. My dad placed a hand on my shoulder, “Aonung is here to see you.”

Panic set in, “But I’m not ready!”

“Calm down he just wants to give you a gift.”

I nodded and made my way to the door where Aonung waited. “Hey Aonung… You look dashing.”

“Thank you my love. I brought you this to wear today.”

He held up a beautiful netted necklace with beads and shells laced into it, “I made this for you to wear today.”

I smiled, “it’s gorgeous! Thank you.”

He kissed me quickly, “of course… see you soon.”

…

I approach Aonung and his family in front of the clan. Aonung took my hand and turned to his mother who announced her support for us and like Aonung said the clan followed suit.

…

Aonung brought me to the water where Eywa and our ancestors could be heard. Our loin cloths already left on the shore. Aonung kept us above water easily, one hand wrapped around me, while the other retrieved his queues and allowed ours to bind together. He was visibly overwhelmed at first, just as I was. But as we synced his hands travelled down to my thighs. He pulled me up and I could feel his tip prodding at my entrance. He kisses me gently before using his grip on my hips to sink himself below the surface. I gasped as he attached his lips to my cunt. While one hand treads water, the other shoots down to lace through his curly hair. His tongue twirls around a bundle of nerves that had my body shaking. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me firmly against his mouth. I whimpered as I squirmed on his tongue. As squirmed he moaned and the vibrations against my sensitive flesh. I pulled at his hair as his tongue slowly pushed into my wanton whole. My euphoria drove him further as he could feel it through our bond. He suck my bud into his mouth as I absolutely lost my mind, grinding down onto his mouth. He resurfaced with a smug smile, “that was beautiful, you’re already so out of breath. That’s not good.” After giving him a look, he said “we’re going to have to submerge for this next part.”

I groaned, “seriously? Can we make it quick then? We can have another round if you want to take your time at home.”

He chuckled and gave me a kiss, “okay I will be quick. But our night won’t be over do you understand?”

I nodded, “I understand… ready.”

“Big breath.” And then he pulled us under before he slammed into me, completing our Union. He quickly fucked himself into me. I could feel him hyping himself up so he would cum inside me in just a few pumps. He quickly pulled us back out of the water grabbed our loin clothes and without pulling out dashed us to his now our pod.

I could already feel how hard he was inside of me. He smirked, “You did so well baby… I think you’re already ready for another round.”

I groaned, “Yes!!! Please yes!”

He looked at me with such adoration that I didn’t care there was smugness in his smirk. He leaned forward to kiss my lips as he began to pump in and out of me. He pushed my leg up to my chest opening me up more to him. He moaned in my ear as he pressed his body into mine. My arms were wrapped firmly around him holding him to me until his hips stuttered and his hot seed spurted into me causing the coil in my stomach to snap and my walls squeezed around him. His body went limp as he allowed my leg to come down and my arms fell slack. His breathing was heavy and his heartbeat was thumping strongly. I found his weight on me comforting.

When he rolled off me our queues got disconnected. I curled into his side. He wrapped an arm around me lazily, “that was … that… felt… felt otherworldly.”

I chuckled and decided to tease, “yeah it was okay…” I began laughing when he looked at me with the wtf look. “Sorry couldn’t help it! It was great.”

[breakingblorbos]

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Most Kinks & Fetishes

Please ask first!

Fandom Crossovers (mostly just to ensure I know the fandom)

Consensual Noncon (depends on character)

No, I will not!

In/ce/st Ships (i.e. twincest, cousins)

Explicit content involving underage characters

Ageplay (calling a character daddy doesn't count lol)

Extreme Kinks, such as s/ca/t, v/or/e, n/ecr/o, etc.

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to deny your request for any reason, including no reason at all! 9 times out of 10 this won't be necessary, but if you're rude or demanding non-jokingly, I won't write for you! Just be chill and it'll be Saul Goodman! :)

Also I don't have a Masterlist to link here, because I've never posted anything ever! It's all just vibing in my Google Docs while I polish and tweak until the end of time! Fun! :D /s

So, yeah, I suppose that's the long and the short of it. I didn't expect for this to be so long, but I have a tendency to just keep adding details to things! Good for writing; not great for writing a blog intro. I'll edit as needed over time, though. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Seriously, props to you. Here's a cookie mwah 🤲🏼🍪

[frogs-in3-hills]

11, 12, 18, 21 for the turtle asks! :)

my answer to the voice acting one got really long, so. oops adding a readmore

11. Favorite turtle (iteration specific)?

maaan this is a tough question. i think i’ve said before that my Top Favorite Turtle of All Time switches between all the 03 kids, but it’s usually Mikey or Raph. right now I think Raph is my favorite. His 03 characterization is so compelling, he just tugs at my heartstrings in a lot of different ways. I love that he starts at his lowest point early in the show and then we get to see him gradually learn to navigate his feelings and connect with the people around him. He's doing his best to figure out his place in the world, he feels like a very real depiction of what it's like being a neurodivergent teen (okay I know I'm projecting now but also I'm right). The sibling angst can hit a little close to home sometimes but I also look at him and think "oh that kid is gonna be okay. he's just figuring it out." Yknow??

Other incarnations that are very dear to me: ‘87 Raphael, bmvtmnt Mikey, 90s movies/07 Leo, and Rise Raph

ask game

12. Favorite turtle across all iterations?

It’s Mikey is anyone surprised. Like. That’s my funny little guy!!

I think he brings something new to the table with every incarnation. Like, the rest of the boys feel like they mostly have the same core traits across iterations, but I get the sense that most Mikeys are different from each other on a more fundamental level. They all have different ways of thinking and flaws and I find them all to be very compelling and entertaining to watch :]

Raph is a close second though! Again, who is surprised qwq

18. Did any of their voice actors really stand out to you?

Ahh omg I'm actually so glad you asked this one anon. I pay a lot of attention to the voice acting so just going in loose chronological order:

Obviously Rob Paulsen is a fucking gem who brought Raphael to life and p much singlehandedly made '12 Donnie likeable (sorry the writers did all that to you buddy). But man I don't see enough love for Barry Gordon as Donatello! He brings such a particular vibe to the character that's so endlessly endearing I just think it's funny that he's kinda the meanest one but he sounds like the littlest fucking guy ever

Michael Sinterniklaas as Leo is so fucking charming I just. Holds him gently. I like how confused he sounds all the time. I like his little laugh he does in the scene where they're playing with the hose. I like his "it's okay!" line in The Ultimate Ninja. I like that he's going for grinditude. I like him so bad ToT And Sam Riegel as Donny is wild because I think he sometimes has the weirdest line reads--not in a bad way, just like, why did you say it like that. I'm forever obsessed with him.

Rewatching 2007 movie was so wild I could barely focus with how many voices I recognized in there. Sarah Michelle Gellar as April was really fun. With Mako as Splinter okay I may as well just cry myself to sleep

Greg Cipes and Ashley Johnson characters are literally their own ship dynamic like whatever that is I don't care they invented it

The entire Rise cast is sooo good I adore every one of them the comedy just legitimately would not work without them. Not a bad line read in that whole show tbh. I'm particularly fond of Josh Brener as Donnie for that autistic-ass delivery. Also cannot stress enough how great Ayo Edebiri and Zelda Williams are too like the entire cast just has such a good vibe

21. Give one character a hug?

I MEAN. It's hard to choose they all deserve a hug!! But I am not much of a hugger and neither are a lot of the characters who need the most hugs. So I think... Rise Mikey or Alopex maybe? I think that they would give very good hugs.

[greypetrel]

10 Things about me

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Rules || Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

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Contrary to people's and to the algorithm of my Instagram's belief, I am not a horse girl. I took some lessons and love to pet horses, but I never went past trot and it's ages since I last rode. I am a missed horse girl, yes, but not one. That's Aisling who took control of my socials and I can't fight her.

I can sail. My father lives by the sea and helped in regattas, I've been around boats all my summers until I decided my mental health was more important.

In spite of that, I can't tie knots to save my life. I never learnt. Not for lack of trying. I tie bows and shoelaces, that's it. My sailor career sank before it started.

I don't like shoes, I don't like having them on, I would live barefoot if I could and if walking barefoot in a city didn't disgust me so much, first thing I do when I get back home is taking my shoes off.

I have mental health issues, but I seldom speak about them with people who don't tell me first they have similar issues or are neurodivergent, because I'm tired of having people giving me advices, or saying they are supportive and then acting annoyed when I show symptoms or put up boundaries.

I am very weak for food and will lose every scrap of dignity eating things I like, and I'd say I'm sorry if I was. Actually, I'm not.

My nickname is "Arja" and it's read "Ah-ree-ah". Dued to pettiness, I refuse to write it in the English correct spelling because I don't want to be associated to a certain saga that I really liked until its author started talking shit about Tolkien and the infamous last season of the show came out.

I took 11 years of piano lessons, but it was always for fun and I'm not as nearly as good as I should be. I'm teaching myself the ukulele and I'm enjoying that A LOT.

I very, very seldom cry at movies. The notable exceptions has been Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen as a band are very important to me), Star Wars Episode VIII (last Carrie Fisher movie, I grew up with SW and… I wasn't ready to let Leia go), Lilo and Stitch. I always cry with The Show Must Go On. When it goes "My soul is painted like wings of butterflies" I start crying. The last time I was at the hairdresser and the hairdresser thought she had set the water on "Scorching hot".

I have a collection of museums and exhibits I've been kicked out from for being the very last one in the building. The best time was in Florence Archaeological Museum. The curator came to shepherd-dog me out because they all were litterally waiting for me to go home and have lunch and I hadn't interpreted the first "We're reaching the closing hour" as a "You must get out NOW". Oops. (He was super nice when he clarified it)