#saw a post on dyslexia and made me think

[reasonsforhope]

Life is hard for neurodivergent people in Peru. Now a grassroots uprising of people with bipolar disorder, ADHD and autism – organised through picnics in the park – is pushing for change at the heart of government.

On a bright summer afternoon in Lima, the capital of Peru, Carolina Díaz Pimentel takes some red and green tape out of her backpack. She’s in a park waiting for people to arrive at a picnic she and her friends are hosting. Guests know that they don’t have to be on time, don’t have to make eye contact, and can leave at any time if they feel overwhelmed. No one will question them.

“We want everyone to feel comfortable. At least this afternoon we want to take a break from the rules that are imposed on neurodivergent people every day to fit in,” says Díaz Pimentel, a journalist and a co-founder of the Peruvian Neurodivergent Coalition (CNP), who is herself autistic and has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Hence the coloured tapes. Each attendee will choose one to express their “social battery”. If they choose the green tape, it’s because they want to participate in the activities. Red signals they prefer not to be approached. Everyone wants company, that’s why they are here, but in different ways. And that’s OK. People start to arrive. Several choose red.

CNP is a social initiative that first kicked off in March 2023. It is the alliance of five neurodivergent women who were already making waves by posting openly about their conditions on social media, but who longed to make real-world change. “I used to see this kind of gathering in countries like Mexico and Argentina and was sad to be so far away, until I saw the announcement of a picnic in Peru. Before joining the coalition, I didn’t really relate to anyone. I had good friends, people that care about me, but I knew I wasn’t like them,” says Mayra Orellano, another of the directors, an interior designer with borderline personality disorder (BPD).

Today [in March 2024] is the coalition’s fifth gathering. A picnic may not sound like fertile ground for a burgeoning social movement, but behind the bags of cookies and crisps, that is what CNP is doing – campaigning for the rights of neurodivergent Peruvians to be understood and accepted, and to live free from stigma and abuse.

The birth of the neurodiversity movement

The concept of neurodiversity has been around for almost 30 years after first being coined in 1997 in an undergraduate thesis by Judy Singer. Singer, an Australian who is now an eminent sociologist, argued that conditions such as autism, dyslexia and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) are all simply part of the myriad ways in which human brains are wired. It proposed a new way to think about human difference and provided a name for a burgeoning movement. In Peru, however, it remains a concept that few have heard of.

“Neurodiversity is not a medical diagnosis, it’s a political movement that brings us together to defend our rights,” says Díaz Pimentel. When she first started posting about her bipolar disorder on social media in 2017, it was taboo: very few talked about their diagnosis in public. Bipolar disorder remains a stigmatised condition in Peru...

Diaz Pimentel’s commitment is stronger than prejudice, she says. Two years ago, when she received her autism diagnosis, she posted a photo of herself holding a rainbow cake with the words ‘Congrats on the autism’ spelled out in white icing. She wanted to celebrate with her community because she considered it a rebirth: at the age of 29, some of the puzzles of her childhood finally made sense...

From picnics to influencing policy

Neurodivergence is a huge umbrella that describes people with very different conditions. In Peru, this causes confusion and a lack of accurate data. Even in the case of autism, the best recognised of the neurodivergent conditions, the National Registry of Citizens with Disabilities lists some 15,000 people on the spectrum. But according to international statistics on the worldwide prevalence of autism, there are likely more than 200,000 people with the condition in the country. 

María Coronel, the psychologist in charge of the ministry of health’s child and adolescent mental health department, says that clarifying this data is one of the institution’s priorities. She acknowledges that initiatives such as CNP’s can help educate people: “These organisations add to our efforts to detect people on the autistic spectrum and give them the help they need. They have a great ability to reach others because they are telling their own experiences.”

Although CNP has only existed for a year, the group is already influencing government policy. Two congressmen have asked for members’ feedback on bills to protect the rights of autistic people. The state agency in charge of integrating people with disabilities into society consulted them on the appropriate terms with which to refer to neurodevelopmental conditions. And the ombudsman’s office made a video with them to warn about gender bias in autism early detection. (In Peru, 81% of people receiving treatment are male.) ...

Creating a more sensitive society

The CNP community says its work has changed their own lives, but Díaz Pimentel recognises that it isn’t enough. Some experts agree – that the problems are as much structural as they are societal. “In Peru we have a gap in specialised human resources. We need more psychiatrists and neuro-paediatricians. We need more young people to choose these careers,” says Coronel...

[Natalie] Espinoza is also a CNP founder and the only founder who is a mother. She has a five-year-old autistic daughter. Finding a pre-school that would accept her was very difficult. Espinoza is familiar with that kind of rejection. At a former job, she was fired when they found out she has bipolar. She had always performed well, she says, but she was told that a person “on that kind of medication” could not work with them.

“When I found out that my daughter was autistic, there was no mourning or denial, just a desire to hug her tightly because I felt very afraid of what society might do to her. I would like her to grow up in a more sensitive place,” says Espinoza. Dedicating time to the coalition’s work is her way of contributing to that change. Currently its communications reach more than 12,000 people and it has 15 WhatsApp groups. Messages whizzing back and forth help their community in everything from getting diagnoses to finding places to sleep in the event of being evicted from their homes.

So what does the coalition want next? “We want it all,” says Lú Herrera, a lawyer with BPD and the fifth co-founder. They would love to create, for example, a “neurodivergent house”, a place where they can offer shelter to victims of violence, run educational workshops, organise neurodiverse entrepreneurship fairs and provide legal advice on inclusion rights.  “Everything we already do but in a place of our own. 

“You know what else we want to do in that house?” asks Herrera as if reminding herself. “We want to have mindfulness sessions, dance lessons, pottery classes. Activities that will ground us. We neurodivergents struggle so much every day that it would be nice to have a place to rest.”

For now, the picnics are opportunities to recharge, ready for the next conversation-shifting step.

-via Positive.News, March 13, 2024

[charliedawn]

Hey not to be to tmi or trauma dump but I have hade a shit week and just want some Hannibal family or Sinclair brother fluff and maybe even a bit smuty. I work as a nurses and is so fun to relax and read your post. I love the story lines you have going.

Sorry for my bad grammer and speling. I have dyslexia and English is not my first language.

Ohh and if you do add smut can the S/O be more of the dom. Cuz I want more of that stuff but its like no one does that stuff. But again no presure. Love your work and heres a cookie 🍪

Vincent was usually the one taking pictures of you to carry with him. He was surprised when you suggested that you’d be the one taking pictures of him this time around. He hesitated since Vincent doesn’t like his appearance, but after a little of persuading, he finally yielded and gave you his precious camera for you to take pictures.

And then, you started taking rather innocent pictures of him at first.

You would take random pictures as he worked or made wax figurines. You would also take pictures while you were on dates and then…You had the idea of taking pictures of Vince without his mask.

Of course, he refused at first.

But, he eventually agreed since he couldn’t refuse you anything. You hence started taking pictures…lots of pictures. You even asked him to take poses for the picture.

And he blushed when those pictures would involve him taking off his shirt and you bombarding him with pictures just to have sexy pictures of him.

You *grin before taking Vince by the chin to have a better look at his face.* : "Do not move, love. That’s a good boy…"

Bo worked at the gas station next to the hospital you were working at and you usually ran into each other after work. And you would walk back home together since you weren’t living that far apart from each other…

You *smile and wave when you spot Bo*: "Hey, Bo ! Wait up…"

Bo looked back at you and smiled.

"Oh, hey there, darls. Did you finish early today ?"

You nodded and you then started walking next to each other. Bo had tried multiple times to ask for your number, but he never seemed to gather the nerve to ask you. And you didn’t seem all that interested so he had decided to just give up…But then, he was surprised when you asked:

"Hey. Wanna come to my place tomorrow ? Maybe…Have dinner with me or something ?"

He was speechless before he finally grinned and chuckled.

"Hell…That sounds good to me. What should I bring ?"

You smirked before replying:

"Your sexy ass should do just fine…"

Bo almost choked on his own saliva.

"Sorry, darls. I think I didn’t hear ya quite right. Could you hum…say that again ?"

You chuckled before glancing back at him.

"See ya tomorrow, handsome."

And with that, you started walking away with a swing to your hips and Bo would be lying if he didn’t say his eyes hadn’t followed those hips until they were out of sight. He then grinned before chuckling and whistling.

"See ya tomorrow, darling !"

You were in the truck with Lester when you decided to come up with a plan to tell your boyfriend that you needed him…You were discreet at first. You took off your vest and scooted a little closer to him in the truck. He didn’t seem to notice at first. It is only when your hand ended up on his leg that he glanced at you—but didn’t say anything. You squeezed and poor Lester almost let go of the wheel.

"Hum…B-Baby. Hum…Whatcha doin’ ?"

You smirked and didn’t say anything. He sighed and decided to start the car again. He drove for a little while before your hand ended up on his leg again…but higher. You felt him tense up, but he didn’t say anything. You could even see a small smile draw on his lips.

"…You shouldn’t distract the driver, Y/N."

He said after a while, but didn’t push your hand away. It was only when you squeezed again that he snapped his head towards you and grinned.

"Really ? Right now ?"

You nodded in confirmation and he didn’t need to be told twice. He parked the truck and pulled you on his lap to kiss you…

Hannibal Jr. saw you come back from work and saw that you were upset. He didn’t say anything at first, but frowned a little as you collapsed on the sofa in the living room. He closed his book and slowly made his way to you.

"…Long day, my dear ?"

You wordlessly nodded and he sighed before slowly caressing your hair.

"Do you wish to talk about it ?"

You shook your head negatively and Hannibal Jr. nodded understandingly.

"Very well. Anything I can do to make your day better ?"

You were about to answer negatively when you suddenly had an idea and looked up at him with a small mischievous smirk.

"Well…Since you offered…There might be ONE thing."

Hannibal Jr. raised a quizzical eyebrow at you before he seemed to understand and smirked back.

"~Oh. I see."

He then leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"…The handcuffs are in the drawer to the right."

And with that, he wordlessly stood up and went to the bedroom. You smiled before quickly grabbing the handcuffs and joining him…

You and Morgan worked at the hospital, so you would often see each other at work. However, your fiancé seemed to not be paying attention to you and be absorbed by his work. So, of course you had to remind him sometimes to pay attention to you…

That’s how you decided to find him and drag him to an empty room to have a…chat.

Him *smirks* : "What is it about, my darling ?"

You *smirk back* : "You know perfectly well what it is about…"

Him *sighs and leans back* : "Fine. I admit having neglected you. I apologise."

You *chuckles* : "Oh no no no. You aren’t getting off the hook so easy. You are going to have to do better than that."

Him *tilts his head* : "Really ? And what do you suggest ?"

You : "…Surprise me."

Morgan took your hand and kissed the back of it.

Him : "Your wish is my command…"

It was a day when Kevin had been particularly mean to the family and you decided it was time to teach him a lesson…You hence walked past him and whispered.

"You. Come with me. Now."

And of course Kevin followed you. When you were both in the bedroom, Kevin was ready to plead his case and talk…but you shushed him.

"Darling. I love you. But, you talk too much. It is time we do something about that loud mouth of yours…" You told with a smiled before pushing him on a chair.

"Now…I am going to teach you a lesson, and you are going to be a good boy and stay still, alright ?"

Kevin didn’t know what you were about to do, but he smiled nonetheless before whispering.

"Do your worst."

Kevin is and will always be a brat.

You smiled at his reply before tying his hand and covering his mouth with a soft cloth.

"Here we go. Now, the game is…no matter what I do. You have to keep quiet. Can you do that ?"

Kevin didn’t reply, but he nodded and you smiled.

"Good…Now, let’s start…"

Peter is a sub. In all the possible ways. One word from you and he’d be on his knees for you. That boy doesn’t know how to say no.

Him *cuddling you* : "…Are you okay ?"

You *sighs* : "Yeah. Just had a long day…"

Him *nuzzling your cheek* : "…I don’t like you having bad days."

You *smile and hug him tightly before kissing his cheek* : "It’s okay. As long as I got my good boy to cheer me up."

Him *smiles happily and pulls you closer to him while you stroke his hair.*

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Chapter 5 (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Summary:

Agatha and Rio are finally finishing their senior year! It defiantly wasn't easy but they made through it!

Notes:

IT'S DONE!!! IT'S OVER!!!!!!!!! Just kidding y'all but this is technically the last chapter lol. This was super fun for me and it's the first time I've ever finished a multi chapter fanfic. There will be a post after chapter but besides that I'm pretty much done and happy with how this mini series came out. As always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

It had been months now since Agatha started living with Rio’s grandmother and cousin, slowly but surely it took a bit to adjust but she started to fit right in. Rio even began teaching Agatha some Spanish since Agatha wanted to understand her grandmother better. She regretted only taking French now instead of Spanish in school but Rio says it wouldn't have helped her anyways. Agatha even started watching some of Rio grandmother's novelas with her. Even though she couldn't understand them, she could still tell what was going on and sometimes Rio came in just to translate some parts to her. Even though the pair had now been not only living together but sharing a room together, they actually fought a lot but it was never that serious. They would always fight and then make out, the two were definitely not a regular couple. It had been getting closer to prom and even though Rio always told herself that she would never go, now that she had Agatha she wanted to go. Agatha honestly didn't care either way until she heard Rio was going to be in a suit. The two kept it like a wedding and didn't show each other what outfits they would wear, Agatha even went to Wanda's to get ready and then from there have Rio pick her up. 

“I don't know Wanda, do you think Rio will like it?” Agatha questioned, curling the ends of her hair. “Agatha shut up, you look gorgeous and Rio thinks you look hot in anything. She literally clings on you when you come to school in your fugly sweaters” Wanda said, putting on eyeliner. “Hey! My sweaters are not fugly! Rio said - oh wait ok, I see your point” Agatha told her, groaning. Wanda couldn't help but laugh. Agatha heard a ding and knew it was her phone so she checked it to see Rio was texting her.

Hi sweetheart, you almost ready? I'm thinking of heading out in 20, is that enough time? 💚

Hi baby, yeah 20 works. Wanda’s finishing up her makeup and I'm finishing my hair so you should be good

Perfect, te veo 💚

Agatha couldn't help but smile at her phone. “Stop smiling at your phone weirdo, I don't need you having wet dreams in my bathroom” Wanda said giggling. Agatha acted shocked, “I was not having wet dreams! You just wish that you had a loving relationship like mine” Agatha said with a huff. “I do, we're just not freaky like you two” Wanda said with a deadpan tone. The twenty minutes went relatively quick for the two and before they knew it Rio was already at the door. “Ok you wait here and I'll go get it, I'll call for you to come out. You look grog” Wanda said, rushing to open the door. Rio was semi disappointed to see Wanda greeting her at the door but she understood they wanted to make a bigger deal out of the outfit reveal. “Hey Rio, let me go get Agatha. She's gonna love you in this”Wanda said, rushing to call for Agatha. “Agatha! You can come out!” Wanda yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Slowly but surely Agatha came out and stopped when she saw Rio. She had her hair up in a messy bun with a suit that snatched her curves perfectly. Rio was also just as stunned by Agatha, she had a perfect purple dress that made her look like a princess. Agatha finally made it down the stairs to which Rio took out her corsage. “Surprise, my lady” Rio said, holding out the flower. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said, taking the flower and pinning it to her dress. “Awww you two are so cute. Here let me take a pic” Wanda said, pulling out her phone. The two posed and knew they were going to have to take a bunch of pictures later. “Well we're gonna head out, speaking of, where's Vision?” Agatha asked, realizing he still hasn't shown. “Well about that, he-” Wanda was interpreted by a car horn from outside. When they went to go look they saw Vision coming out of a limousine. “Holy shit. No way” said Agatha, in clear shock. “Yes way and you can come with us” Wana said giggling. “Oh my God, please baby please can we go in the limo” Agatha pleaded to Rio. “Fuck yeah” Rio said, still in shock that her friends got a limousine. The limo ride wasn't that long but they got to take a lot of pictures with it at the school and bumped music the whole way to the school. 

Prom was fun for all of them and they were all happy they could spend it with each other. They eventually found Jen and Alice together, the two had shown up late due to “Alice's makeup being difficult” but Rio already knew that it was cause they were fucking or something in that vain. As the night came to a close the prom king and queen was announced to be Wanda and Vision. Agatha couldn't have been happier for her best friend and cheered for the two. As a small celebration, the group went to go party at Alice's after the prom. So here they all were, drinking and sitting in Alice's garage. “So do you guys know what or where you're going after highschool?” Alice questioned, fiddling with her hair. “Well I already told you but I'm going into skincare and beauty products for sure” Jen said, nudging Alice. “That makes so much sense, no wonder you have such perfect skin” Agatha groaned, never connecting the dots. “What about you, Harkness?” Alice asked. “ Well I thought maybe some high end four year but now I'm starting to realize that I never really wanted that. I'm thinking of being a detective so I might just go to community to start with criminal justice” Agatha said, putting her arm around Rio's waist. “Really babe? Are you sure you wanna do community” Rio asked, knowing how bad Agatha had wanted to be accepted into a university. “ Yeah baby, it's cheaper and plus I get to go with you” Agatha said , kissing Rio on the cheek. The friend group couldn’t help but awe but Alice and Jen decided to fake gag which caused Rio to hiss at the two. “Welp, I guess my cat is out of the bag. Community college for moi” Rio said dramatically. “We get it Rio”Alice said with a groan. “Alice, why don’t you tell the group what you told me” Rio said with a smile. “Of course you would do this to me. I’m going to the police academy to become a cop” she said, awkwardly looking down. This caused Wanda and Agatha to almost spit out their drinks. “Wait! You wanna be a cop despite what we’re doing right now is illegal” Wanda questioned, looking around for cameras. “Hey! I’m not a cop yet! Plus people can live a little” Alice protested. “Trust me, I found it funny as fuck since when she told me we were skipping second period and were getting high” Rio said with a laugh. “What about you Wanda?” Rio asked, still laughing a bit. “Oh I’m aiming to become a veterinarian and Vision wants to become a lawyer” Wanda said, giggling looking at Vision. “Yeah it’ll be a lot of work for the both of us but we’ll make it work” Vision said, putting an arm around Wanda. The group continued to discuss their future plants while also just joking around. It didn’t take long though for the time to pass and next thing they knew it was time for graduation.

Agatha was fixing her shawl and pins before ready to leave with Rio. “I’m sorry we have to leave early babe” Agatha looked back apologizing to Rio. “It’s fine, plus we have to make sure Miss Valedictorian is all ready for her speech” Rio said, sneaking in a kiss on the cheek. “Mmm thank you sweetheart” Agatha told her, turning so she could kiss her on the lips. “Alright I think I’m all set to go now” Agatha said, looking again in the mirror to make sure she looked good. “You look perfect baby, come on let’s go” Rio said, dragging Agatha by the arm. Once they got there all their friends were already there since Wanda and Jen were also high achieving students. “Can you guys believe this is real?” Wanda asked, still shocked how fast the time went by. “Eh, it was going to happen eventually, if you wanna have a real dilemma think about when you’re gonna die” Rio said jokingly but shocked Wanda and made her traumatized. “Rio” Agatha groaned, knowing how Rio loves to traumatize people. “Wanda she didn’t mean that, don’t think about that. Think how we’re graduating and how happy you were about that!” Agatha said, basically shaking her friend. Before they all knew it, it was time for the ceremony. Agatha gave her speech and honestly Rio couldn’t remember a word she said but she could tell you how beautiful she looked giving it. Since Agatha was Valedictorian  she got her diploma first and sat back down at her seat at the podium. When it was Rio’s turn to go up she gave zero fucks and after getting the diploma instead of walking down the stairs, she went to go kiss Agatha to which the whole stadium cheered. After getting her kiss she walked down the stairs after the teachers got upset at her, Agatha couldn’t help but laugh. Once they finished and turned their tassels, Agatha went running down from the podium. When she saw Rio she basically flung herself at her and Rio caught her. The two lovers spun for a minute before kissing in the crowd of graduating high schoolers. They weren’t sure what the rest of the future would bring the two but they did know one thing. “I love you Agatha Harkness” Rio said after separating from the kiss. “I love you Rio Vidal” Agatha said giggling, giving Rio another kiss.

[wttt-dirus-work]

So, i saw a post with NY headcanons and it reminded me that while i included my own disabled headcanons in my fics, i forgot to make my own headcanons post (?) and i've got more than i though lol

So here we go!

NY: Dude got a bad eye, someday it's normal, other days it get blurred. He also has a scar over it, and his shoulders can get funky when its humid outside.

NJ: some of y'all already knows it, but Jersey got Tourette's. Mostly shoulder jerking, neck twitching, blinking hard and grimacing. When it gets bad his back jerks, and his vocals tics get worse (mostly whistles and pop, tho if hes anxious/stressed he does repeat some words)

Delaware: he got arthritis in his hands, and can hardly move them.

Mass: He was injured during the revolution, and walking became harder for him (limping and his legs became stiffer), then another injury during the civil war made him unable to walk for some days, therefore he use a wheelchair most of the time. He is still able to walk, but it is either too painful, or he doesn't have the energy needed to be able to stand all day.

Connie: he got shaky hands, when he's tired, nervous or angry, he cant hold anything with those. Its his nerves, and it doesnt hurt but its annoying.

Vermont: he got diabetes! Type 1; and it's so fucking expensive that it's Québec his "dealer" (it cost around 98$US when here its around 12$CAN sooo). He also got a sweet tooth, and forget to watch his sugar level (Hampshire there's for it; buddy's wayy to protective to let anything happen to Vermont)

PA: he's dyslexic, and it's mostly Mass who helps him with paperwork when he's not badgering Connie.

Florida: That gremling got Adhd, big dyslexia and his first language is spanish (which doesnt help with the reading). He also got so many scars from disturbing wildlife (anyone has seen that "yoink" dude in the everglades? Yeah thats flo). He got chronic pain in his left knee, and his right wrist always cracks when he moves it.

Louie: french lover is a people pleaser, but the chillest person you'll ever meet. He never panics, and is sometime too calm; but hurt any of the southern state (or Cal) and you're done. He's the voodoo capital, so dont mess with him

Georgia: hes an insomniac, but is fucking sleepy during the day (the math aint mathing ya know). He can sleep anywhere except during the night. He's bud with york and nevada, you can find those three driking in silence during a poker game.

Virginia: (uses they/them) they have a limp on the left leg, who always in pain (low but chronic with some real bad days). They're also a sleepwalker (think Celinaspookyboo style) and Georgia (or one of the insomniac state) each switch to watch them at night.

Montana: deer in headlights when spoken to. Will not talk to anyone when he doesnt have something to say or isnt upset (that sketch with the clown thing? Yeah he talked to them cause he was angry). Dont talk to him, dont even aknowledge him and he'll be more than happy to not exist in your mind. (Hes jealous of alaskas ability to not being seen)

Cal: dudes his always in pain. The fire, the drought, to goldrushes, hes always hurting. He got big scars from the fires, and his skin is the dryest thing ever despite all the moisturizer he uses. When he's burning up his eyes gets cloudy grey; they itch and cry all the time, and he cant see shit. He also need an oxygen mask when its too bad, and his eyes are naturaly gold.

Washington: hes a bitch. Dude got poor circulation too, so his hands and feet are always cold. When it's raining for too long his hair is oily, and when it's a drought it's the driest (he uses dryshampoo and got a routine to fight it).

Oregon : hes gay. Thats a known thing, and he's the bridge between Cal and Wash. Hes nicer to cal than wash, but he's not kind. The west coast are nice in interraction, but they ain't your friends.

Nevada: ah, vada. He got scaring from the nuclear testing, can see in the dark like nobody, and is the only state who can chose to change their physical appearance. Has coloured hair (pink or purple mostly) and the greenest eyes you'll ever see (or purple, didnt made my mind yet). Hes careful with his diet and always exercice despite the painful joins.

Texas: that idiot got sleep apnea but refuses to get checked out for it (and get a CPAP). He also has asthma (geez that word is hard to write) and colorblindness (can't see red). He only wears his shirt cause he knows what the colours are and refused to be pranked about that.

If you wanna adds your own, your welcome to do so! ^^

[fountainpenguin]

i know youve mentioned that the dimmadomes have adhd but are there other characters in your fics that are neurodivergent? :0 if that makes sense

It's not usually mentioned in-story, but here are some that have shown up in my writing:

Humans

- You brought up the Dimmadomes having ADHD/OCD comorbidity. They're some of my favorites just in terms of me developing those headcanons somewhat separately for each one of them... starting with Dale, not Dev, actually. But Dev was a logical conclusion afterwards.

Detail I think is cute: Both Dale and Dev like Sims games because they like building nice, organized things that are under their control (Yes, Dev does have a computer in his bedroom and I imagine he uses it mostly for games). Dev likes cleaning and organizing simulators. Dale played a LOT of Sims during the 50 years of frozen time. I like to think Sims was an awakening for teen Dale in terms of same-sex relationships, but he will never, ever tell you that. Come to think of it, there's no way boy x boy manga-loving Dev is not also exploring same-sex relationships through his Sims world. Like father, like son?

Realizing how funny it would be if Doug had ADHD and OCD and that's why he jumps from one business to another and why his dream in "Mooooving Day" is a suburbia of people dressed in identical outfits living in identical houses in many identical rows still has me on the floor. I'm sorry, I just think my realization of that when I'd already headcanoned both Dale and Dev with ADHD/OCD was extremely funny. Big "Wait a minute" lightbulb moment.

Dale has several interesting things we could talk about, and they're discussed in detail in the character profile I'm posting for him next week. On his list are complex PTSD, hypervigilance, and dissociation. He also has misophonia as part of his OCD (and so does Dev).

- My OC Hadley Harrington also has ADHD/OCD comorbidity. Her big thing is hoarding OCD. I discussed it more in her character profile and we saw it in action in "50 Words of Dev and Hazel," where Dev dug through his mom's stuff to rescue an au pair that had been crushed under her hoard.

In that story, Dale told Dev he was allowed to go to a Christmas party with his peers as long as he brought back some of their wrapping paper so Dale could wrap Hadley's present. She actually likes her presents when they're made of scraps because the recycling helps her feel better than paper being wasted, plus she thinks it looks fun in videos, and Dale knows that. Just a little detail I thought was cute.

- Chloe has mild OCD. She sometimes has anxiety attacks and experiences dissociation.

- Timmy and Mikey Munroe are two other characters who have ADHD in my works and I LOVE playing them as foils for each other, with Timmy being less attentive and Mikey being more hyperactive.

- Mikey also has dyslexia (Heavily implied by canon where he struggles with the spelling bee), which is interesting. I am still obsessed that his crush (Sophie Sanders) seems to have dyscalculia. Boy who struggles with words, girl who struggles with numbers, what crimes will they commit?

- Peppy Happy Betty has severe anxiety. In the original version of "Solo" (which was posted and up for a while), she said Sanderson helped her through her self-harm struggles. I later tweaked it so she says she's been scratching herself as I didn't think the original phrasing fit with the rest of my T-rated content (and I didn't want to catch people off guard with it).

Pink and Gray is supposed to delve into her self-harm, which is part of why I plan to raise its rating when it comes off hiatus (and I'll update the tags accordingly). This is one of the stories that I expected to censor most from its original draft, but since I want to raise its rating for other reasons anyway, I'd like to explore her self-harm arc too. Carefully and with proper tags as mentioned. Betty gets into tattoos later as a way to redirect some of those feelings. I... think she has bat (Anti-Fairy) wings tattooed on her back, but I'll have to double check. Pretty sure it's bat wings.

- I'd also like to write Hazel as autistic- I've seen autistic writers talk about the many things they relate to with her and I like their portrayals.

- I've been waffling over making Kevin Crocker neurodivergent because it feels right to me, but I haven't nailed down exactly what I want to do with him. Open to suggestions, but still doing research and trying to find what feels right :)

Non-Humans

Disclaimer - My non-humans have non-human brains; I'm translating a few things from their in-universe diagnoses for clarity.

- Goldie has Harm OCD. Her species (will o' the wisps) are stereotyped as "damsels force drakes into harems" and she has a lot of paranoia regarding that.

Enter Goldie-Poof dubcon arc where Poof feels awful about expressing his relationship concerns to Goldie, knowing she'll panic about them, so he keeps hiding his feelings. "Watch and Learn" was a story where Poof broke up with Goldie, only to take her back almost immediately.

- Anti-Cosmo has bipolar disorder (hand in hand with mania, depression, dissociation, and hypersexuality). Specifically, he has a parallel of it that applies to his specific species- In-universe, he has multiple diagnoses for his condition.

Anti-Fairies refer to him as "having a lightning spirit in his head" (and those he grew up with used they/them pronouns for Anti-Cosmo in his youth because of this, in accordance with Anti-Fairy culture). Fairies diagnose him as "being a Fairy in an Anti-Fairy's body" since his mood changes are arguably similar to those of a drone without pheromone exposure.

In Fairy terms, Anti-Cosmo has divus displacement disorder, which is treated by rubbing pheromones on his face every day. This is referenced again in the sideblog post I'm putting up tomorrow (about pheromones), but Anti-Cosmo throws off a lot of people because he always smells different due to those pheromones. Fairies consider him to have a shifting identity and don't trust him.

- Anti-Cosmo's mother (Anti-Florensa) and brother (Anti-Robin Jr.) have a magical parallel of schizophrenia. His brother experiences hallucinations of the past while his mother has hallucinations about different future timelines.

Anti-Cosmo had a bad falling out with his brother around the time he figured out who he's a reincarnation of (Frayed Knots), as Anti-Robin's struggle to remember who Anti-Cosmo is in this lifetime (and react to him appropriately) strained their relationship.

In Anti-Fairy culture, they're also considered to have their souls entangled with nature spirits and are referred to as they/them by many people (though their enjoyment of being addressed that way fluctuates).

- Foop has dissociative identity disorder. I don't really have anything more to say about it. Lots of trauma going on there. Definitely some PTSD. And again, as an Anti-Fairy, his culture also diagnoses him as having a nature spirit tangled with his soul.

Unfortunately, Foop doesn't get a lot of the help he needs because Anti-Fairies tend to wave his situation off as a genetic condition rather than something trauma-related, seeing as several members of his family tree are also diagnosed with nature spirit conditions. This actually plays into why Foop connects with Fairy culture in a lot of ways (and why he has a pixie therapist, not an Anti-Fairy one).

- I think Poof has a little PTSD too and/or some anxiety, seeing as he had a panic attack at the end of "All I Ever Wanted" when talking about life with Goldie.

- Two characters of mine (a fairy named Rupert Roebeam and a pixie named Walter Keefe) have dysolfactya, which is a parallel of dyslexia I created for the inability to organize scents in your head (Not exactly the easiest thing to live with in a world that relies on pheromones to keep you from wandering into dangerous areas).

- I... usually refer to Longwood's and Poof's lack of interest in preening as a parallel of asexuality for a world where licking necks and faces is a big deal, but it's kind of interesting to think about. In-universe, they'd probably be diagnosed in some medical or psychological way.

Very pre-DSM update vibes, which absolutely fits the time period I have the cloudlands set in. Something akin to "diagnosed with critically low libido" for sure, but for licking.

- H.P. has OCD (Imo, this is implied by the song he sings in the Musical about how he doesn't hate the Fairies and doesn't want to take over, but can't stop himself from doing so because he "must cater" to his urge to be "the world's administrator," not to mention his insistence on 37-year plans).

He hates untidy notes- There are several scenes where he rewrites his entire note page because he doesn't like marks on his notes (including crossed-out words). He also has issues with lying and his athazagoraphobia (fear of being forgotten), leading to the winning combo of making it explicitly clear when he plans to enact a takeover plan. There's a whole thing about how he has to justify his takeovers in terms of "It's their fault for not stopping me; I warned them I'd do it."

H.P. also experienced zoochosis during his time at the Eros Nest (zoo run by Cupid's family), leading to repetitive behaviors with no clear end goal. That probably affects him even now in a PTSD-adjacent way.

There might be characters I didn't mention - I feel like I'm blanking on something Anti-Marigold experiences - but those are the ones that come to mind for FOP 'fics!

[lilislegacy]

(This gets a little rant-y sorry!)

I just saw the post that somebody said about Annabeth and Percy dropping out of college and I totally see that.

Something that I see a lot, especially in fanfiction, is people forgetting that these 2 are neurodivergent and severely traumatized.

College is really hard. In general, for a neurotypical person, it would be difficult.

I'm writing this from an autistic, dyslexic, adhd, ptsd point of view. College is really fucking hard.

I've seen fics where people will talk about how they'll be taking 4-5 classes per semester. That's not really possible for them.

I have been taking one class a semester, and it is excruciating.

Granted, I do not go to New rome University, which is mainly demigods. So it might be tailored differently to how most demigods learn, but still, college is really difficult.

I could definitely see them trying college but taking it at a substantially lower pace than normal.

Like the original ask said, they might just drop out because it would be too much of a mental load.

Especially because of how soon the turnaround is from their severe trauma (tartarus) and them going to college. Even if they tried their best, they wouldn't do well. (This is also me speaking from experience. When I was going through stuff in high school, it made my gpa drop like a brick.)

I'm just tired of people acting like the only symptoms of their trauma is bad dreams and that their only symptoms of their adhd and dyslexia are "oh squirrel!" And not being able to read.

(Sorry for ranting. This is just kind of a sore subject for me. Especially recently, I have had to deal with some ableism from my professor, and I'm looking into transferring to a different college because of it)

thanks for the ask @invadericee!

i totally see where you’re coming from. college is really really hard on its own. being dyslexic, adhd, and traumatized does not help.

however, i really do not believe that they would drop out. the biggest reason being they are both so determined to get though it. and when those two are determined, nothing is stopping them.

you also have to remember that new rome university doesn’t just accommodate for kids like them. the university is made specially for people like them. most everyone there has adhd. most everyone there has dyslexia. and many of them have ptsd. and likely, the teachers and staff are demigods. so they are the same way, and therefore know how to teach in a way that actually works for them. also, new rome university is a very very small college, so the students would get a lot of one-on-one time with professors and counselors, etc. so i don’t believe their learning disabilities will hurt them very much there, because the entire system is built around them having those learning disabilties. you know?

but i completely agree with you that i don’t like how people downplay their trauma a lot. and rick riordan himself is the biggest suspect of this. in chalice of the gods, percy and annabeth are mainly just happy to be alive and having a good time, and percy only makes one passing remark about his mental state not being great. and i get why rick didn’t dive into it - he wanted the book to just be happy and silly and enjoyable. but still, i wish he would show how they’re coping a little bit more. in the bits i’ve seen of TSATS, sally mentions how percy and annabeth have horrible nightmares, which probably means percy wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. but like you said, ptsd isnt just nightmares. and adhd and dyslexia aren’t just cute little issues either. now, i will say, i don’t think their adhd is the same kind you and i have. theirs is more hyperactivity than anything. and while most people with adhd struggle with not being able to focus on one thing, i think with them it’s more that they are constantly focused on a million things (becasue that keeps them alive.) i don’t know why it matters, but i just felt like giving my thoughts on that lol.

i don’t even know what my point is anymore. basically i don’t think college will be as hard for them as you think, but i agree with you on everything else 😂

[foreverformula1]

F1 hard truth:

Lando Norris’ hardships in basic academics as shown in Grill the Grid isn’t solely the fault for training for F1 and dyslexia but also probably his lack of interest regarding educating himself and/or how he was academically educated growing up.

Because it’s interesting how this argument comes up only when it’s about Norris and sometimes some others too. But all drivers are pretty much average and Verstappen who is known for being the Top 1 at the moment, has a shocking pre F1 victory strike since Karting days (LITERALLY NEVER ARRIVING SECOND!) , countless stories about his hardships with his father coaching him since he was about 3 years old and making F1 all of his life, is often one of the best at these same games.

Fernando Alonso and Sabastian Vettel too.

The truth is that one might not me much intelligent and that’s about it, I completely understand it and struggle with it myself even when I was pushed academically more than my classmates.

But it becomes inexcusable when you don’t know where your country is. Something a 7 year old can do. He, like the others, travel the world as a job, even in their karting days.

We can sympathise with it and him, but don’t make excuses ,come up with theories or put the blame on motorsport. It shows that you are trying to sugarcoat it because you are aware that there’s no defence for it. He’s just … uneducated on basic geography but you don’t want to think about it because you like him. But you don’t have to “unfollow” him because of it. You can still like everything else about him while admitting that it can be better and surely without shaming him!

I believe that formal institutionalised academics are to ensure a certain level is reached. You actually can learn everything alone but of course, can’t or are not allowed to do some things without certification, for everyone’s safety. So it doesn’t make sense that just because someone didn’t complete high school, they are illiterate and completely stupid. As someone who comes from countries with actual illiterate people and is the daughter of one (who is now literate but you can see the struggle when one reached a certain age and the brain has harder times correcting some errors). So please stop theorizing that just because he or other drivers haven’t attended university or maybe have not finished high school, they are uneducated.

Edit: I saw the replies and rechecked my post, you are right and I modified the term. But I want to explain that I did not mean that he is actually stupid. I was just lacking of words and terms to explain what I meant. Now I replaced it with “Uneducated on basic geography” because I know very well he has other theological knowledge that would be hard to me. The “illiterate” part is misunderstood, I meant that as a way to indeed say that I believe the contrary: People can be literate without high school. I added it there because a pet peeve of mine is people actually being convinced that without a minimum of 3 years of university makes you illiterate all of a sudden. It’s a silly mentality to me, and it’s always an ick when a “fan” of him uses this “excuse”. I wanted to be understood but I messed up and I am sorry, but I hope you people understand what I meant in general with the post. I did not make it to shade him or point it out unlike many people in various social medias and comments under these videos;

I made this post to tell people who overanalyze and over-excuse him to just let it be. That’s it. It’s backhanded to put so much energy into this and prove otherwise when it’s plain simple (and other factors could play a role in it too, I know). But some people want to gaslight themselves into thinking that a celebrity of their liking is not as amazing(according to their personal standards and values) as they wish they were. People do this with other celebrities too, pushing the narrative that one is “secretly intentionally chaotic” or the contrary, just an example. People need to accept their celebrities without the guilt for one thing that turns them off. Or at least respect it and not force said narrative. People will gaslight themselves into changing the smallest details about celebrities to “vibe” better with them. Especially females (or maybe I notice it more with them because I am also one?), for example they will make hundreds of posts to show that they appreciate the female star’s natural voice when in reality it’s just simply at its’ deepest. I think it’s tied with the “not like the other girls” preference. Because they act like they have super high pitched voices when they simply are…ladies with an average feminine voice+feminine (sometimes hyper) style and persona. And all feminine things are now being called “cutesy” and childlike. When sometimes they are simply feminine /+and pretty. Because many times they are not even obnoxious at it. You’d think that they are talking about an anime girl voice, but it’s just a lady. They just don’t vibe with her voice and will gaslight themselves that she’s pushing it , ‘but that’s okay to them’.

[fitpacsblog]

okay but this is insane how almost everyone in tubbo’s chat and on twitter is claiming tubbo fumbled fred. it’s actual bs; how is that the case??? tubbo read the letter how he thought it was supposed to be read and tbh almost the entire chat back then also interpreted it the same way tubbo did. tubbo just straight up isn’t in the wrong here. it’s honestly very irritating to me that fred’s admin said all this to phil OOC because 1. tubbo wasn’t even aware that he ‘fumbled’ according to fred, 2. I don’t think tubbo’s lore should be mocked like this to people (phil in this case) who aren’t part of his lore, and 3. why didn’t the admin just contact tubbo in dms??? there was clearly a miscommunication but because Fred’s admin OOC revealed that tubbo ‘fumbled’ everyone is now blaming tubbo, his dyslexia, his memory, and whatever else, for ruining frubbo.

how can tubbo be blamed for mistaking what fred said when it wasn’t clear to at least most of his chat back then that fred was waiting for a letter back from tubbo. on that note too, why was it tubbo’s responsibility to reach out to fred, the last we saw of fred he got kidnapped by cucurucho and seemed to leave tubbo a goodbye letter that said they may be able to have a date together if fred comes back. fred proceeded to be gone a week and then come back and have an awkward conversation with tubbo and supposedly ‘confess’ to tubbo but the ‘confession’ was so unclear nobody took it that way. fred imo should’ve been the one to reach out to tubbo, according to what that last letter of his said to tubbo. why’s it tubbo’s responsibility to leave a letter saying ‘yes’ to the date when he already agreed in person, he was just waiting for fred to come back, if he wasn’t killed by cucurucho.

on another note, i saw another post abt the unprofessionalism of the admin and I agree. because the admin brought this up to phil and made it out to be entirely tubbo’s fault that frubbo didn’t work out, everyone has been calling tubbo dumb for reading the letter wrong and for not reaching out to fred with a letter to ask about the date.

At this point I want frubbo dead and gone, I hope they have a very awkward meeting in the qsmp where fred maybe even tries to ask tubbo on that date again and tubbo rejects him. I also wish a happy stop blaming tubbo to everybody who doesn’t even watch tubbo.

[greenbowlerhat]

an incomplete list of random ass good omens headcanons that i’ve come up with, most of which are at least partially me projecting:

-crowley is a big fan of the iced shaken espresso, aziraphale is of course into the london fog

-when aziraphale greatly enjoys a book he starts buying every nice copy of it he finds

-crowley gets migraines and is very sensitive to the sun, also gets super sick when it’s too hot or cold or when the weather changes too much — see also: he has a big heat lamp of some kind in his bedroom and / or various places in his home

-crowleys favorite color is blue, and nobody knows this — not because he doesn’t want to tell people, just because they never asked and assumed it was black or red

-crowley also likes to act in plays when he gets bored, and aziraphale likes to direct them… i like to think neither of them realized this until aziraphale by chance saw a play crowley was in and then tried to catch him at the stage door and didn’t shut up about it for years after

-aziraphale prefers to read hardback books as opposed to paperback

-crowleys favorite book is the perks of being a wallflower — other than 10-15 specific books he prefers not to read, and maybe he has dyslexia

-aziraphale hates wearing hats, says they “make his head feel weird”

-and so i think after that, crowley bought him earmuffs

-aziraphale can both knit and crochet and right after he learned how for a while he made a ton of stuff and sent crowley home with it every time he saw him

-crowley has a handful of tattoos that nobody knows about (again, not because he’s hiding them, just because nobody’s really gotten a chance to see them), and aziraphale has at least one that IS a secret

will post more if anyone is interested 🤞

[haystarlight]

Disabilities and Disclosure

@lollytea made a post about this idea and I went with it.

I don't have dyslexia. If you or someone you know has it, I'd appreciate your input!

@avatarmerida @fairytales-and-folklore

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"Disabilities and Disclosure"

"I'm gonna have to borrow that book when you're done with it!"

Willow wasn't really thinking when she made that promise. She'd been too caught up in Hunter's cool outfit and his sweet smile to realize what she was signing up for. She'd been so preoccupied with flirting with the cute boy she didn't bother to think she was actually going to have to read that book later.

At first, she put it off. They were busy fighting villains, rebuilding society, rebuilding their homes, starting a new semester at Hexside. Then, a few months after she and Hunter started dating, he remembered she had expressed interest in reading Cosmic Frontier.

Oh no.

"Here you go! you can keep it, I have another copy at home."

"Aww, Sunflower, this is so nice of you."

Hunter blushed, he always blushed when she called him that.

Aw fuck. The book was even bigger than she remembered.

"A little fat, ain't it?" She chuckled nervously "how did you read it all in 2 days?"

"Haha well, yeah. I don't wanna brag but you do remember I've been called a 'genius teen prodigy'," He said this in a tone that sounded like he did want to brag. "it's not that fat, tho. A regular reader like you can probably kill it in a week or two. And then you can share your thoughts with me, Gus and Camila!"

Yeah. Sure. A regular reader like her.

A week or two. Sure.

Hunter must've sensed her uncertainty because his voice immediately dropped from excitement to comfort.

"Hey, I won't get upset if you don't like it. Just so you know."

"Aw, yeah, I wasn't worried about that. But thanks."

She tried looking at the summary on the back and almost got a headache. She knew he wouldn't mind if she didn't like it... But would he be disappointed if she couldn't even finish it?

"Oh, and I hope you're cool with this... I kinda wrote stuff on the margins," he said this bashfully.

Willow opened the book on the first page. The first two pages of every book are always blank before the actual story gets started. She'd always considered that a waste of paper.

This time, however, she saw on the first blank page something written in Hunter's perfect calligraphy. He had such nice handwriting. Her writing was so messy in comparison.

Even she was able to read the three simple words written there with love and care.

'To my Captain 💛'

What had she done?

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The days passed by and no matter how hard she tried, the damn book was impossible to finish.

It's not that she couldn't read at all! She could read! She was 16, not 5!

But some words were harder to understand than others. Words that were really long and complicated gave her the hardest time. It didn't help that all these characters had odd names that looked impossible to pronounce and even harder to spell. She kept getting headaches whenever she stared at a page for too long.

She had always been like this, since she started school. It was one of the reasons abominations were so much harder for her than plants, abominations required a lot of reading and theory, plants were direct hands-on action. She had so many memories of staying up late with her parents trying to help her as she agonized over the homework.

And, as the days passed, she kept avoiding having to talk to Hunter. He always asked her how far into the book she was, which scene had she gotten to, who was her favorite character so far. And Gus was no better. Gus knew of Willow's reading issue but it seemed like the young boy had forgotten about it as he got caught up in the excitement as well.

One day, Willow was alone, sitting on the school steps when she suddenly couldn't take it anymore and screamed in frustration, throwing the book away from her.

Luckily, someone caught it.

"Wow! You must be really angry at this thing," Luz said, in between scared and impressed. "did your favorite character die or something? I hate it when that happens."

Willow sighed.

"No, it's just... it's so hard to read."

"Really? It says here the age rating is 13 and up," Luz pointed at the back of the book.

Willow groaned.

"Is it because you don't understand all the weird sci-fi things? I know you guys still don't know a lot about the human world. It makes sense you don't get all the space and science-y thingies," she laughed. "heck, I'm a human and even I don't get it half the time! It's super confusing, you don't have to feel bad for -"

"That's not it either, Luz."

There was a silence between the two of them. Luz felt the weight of that silence and sat down next to her. The human carefully laid a hand on her best friend's shoulder.

"Hey. You don't have to tell me but it looks like it'll make you feel better to tell someone."

"It's... I don't... it's not that I can't read or write! You've seen me do it! I know how to read and write! I'm not a baby!"

Luz simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"But, even though I can do it, I find it very... difficult. There's lots of words that I can't spell because they're too long, the letters sometimes like... move around and blurr together even when I'm wearing my glasses!" She took off the golden frames as if to clarify. "and I keep getting headaches and I hate it when a sentence has too many comas and -"

"Oh, you have dyslexia!"

Willow stopped her rant to look at her friend. She put her glasses back on, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, that's what humans call it! I don't know how witches call it or if it even has a name here. I didn't know witches could have dyslexia... but I guess it makes sense cause human brains are very similar to witch brains. I wonder if-"

"Luz, what's dyslexia?"

"Oh, right, sorry," she smiled apologetically. "it's a learning disability. It's what you just described. Someone who has a hard time reading, who can't spell long words, who struggles with big books... etcetera."

Willow looked shocked, her mouth slightly opened. It has a name? Other people have it?

"I'm not a doctor so I can't really diagnose you. But, if you want, we can do some research! There's lots of info on the human realm! It's actually a really common thing so we have lots of methods to help make it easier. We can look up Cosmic Frontier audiobooks! You can just listen to it, no reading required."

Despite of herself, Willow smiled. Luz was a really good friend.

"Thank you, Luz. That sounds nice."

"And I bet Hunter will love to help! You know how he loves research!"

The smile dropped as quickly as it had come, replaced by panic.

"NO! DON'T TELL HUNTER!"

"Okay, why?"

"He just... Hunter's so smart and I'm..."

"You're smart! Just because you have a learning disability doesn't make you not smart! Mom has ADHD and she's super smart!"

"What's ADHD?"

"Oh, it's another learning disability. I think I have it too but that's a conversation for another day."

"Mmmkay," Willow shrugged and went back to the matter at hand. "Hunter's so smart and he's such a good reader and... and he's always going on and on about how talented and clever I am and he admires me so much and... I don't want him to be disappointed or to see me different."

Luz stayed silent for a moment while she contemplated what to say. She finally settled on:

"I'm not gonna tell him because I respect your privacy but I think you should tell him. Hunter loves you but he doesn't have you on a pedestal, he knows you're a person with limits and weaknesses. He's not going to be disappointed if you tell him this."

Willow didn't respond but she knew her friend was right. Oh, where would she be without Luz the human?

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A few days of research and information gathering with the assistance of Luz and Camila, and Willow was now ready to come clean to her boyfriend.

She sat with him on a picnic they'd set up in the forest as she laid out all the information. Hunter would occasionally ask a question but, for the most part, he just let her speak. In the end, Willow stared at him in deep dread.

"Wow, ok. Thanks for telling me this," he stopped to take a sip of apple blood before continuing. "how can I help?"

Willow stared at him, processing the words.

"You want to help?" She asked incredulously.

"You're my girlfriend and you need help, therefore, I'm willing to do what I can. Is that not how it works?"

Willow couldn't help but smile. Hunter was getting better at this relationship thing.

"Yeah, thank you. I was just... I was being paranoid."

Hunter tilted his head, offering her to go on.

"You're always... you're so smart and well-read and... you always tell me how talented and clever you think I am and you compliment me for knowing so much about flyer derby and plants and insects... I feel like I'll disappoint you if I'm actually not as smart as you think I am."

Hunter frowned. He did tend to go on about how amazing his girlfriend was, he couldn't help it! He loved her! And she had always looked so happy when he said those things, responding with a smile or a blush or a thank you or paying him a compliment in return.

He didn't realize that maybe there was a bit of a negative side to it.

"Willow, I'm not gonna be disappointed in you for having limits and weaknesses. Nobody's perfect! And that's fine! You're the one who taught me that!

The plant witch snorted. It was true, she had been the one to teach Hunter that. Why couldn't she remember her own advice?

"There it is," Hunter said, fondly.

"There what is?"

"You snort like a pig when you laugh, you kick people in your sleep, you take pictures of strangers on the street like a creeper..." He counted on his fingers. "I could keep going but the point is, I know you're not perfect. It's okay to not be perfect. I don't love you because you're flawless! I love you because you're Willow and you're impossible not to love."

He said that last part so sincerely, she had to believe him. The plant witch grabbed her boyfriend in a tight hug. He hugged her back and she felt the warmth fill her with comfort.

"I love you too, Sunflower."

They kissed. They'd already kissed so many times, it came naturally to them by now. Willow was long familiar with the taste of his lips but it still somehow brought firebees to her stomach no matter how many times she did it. It never got old, she would never get tired of it.

Every time they kissed, like clockwork, flowers came out of Willow's head. It was like her heart and her magic couldn't control themselves when she felt his kisses. This time, the flowers on her hair were white bellflowers.

"Now, back to the 'how can I help?' thing," Hunter said, after they had broken apart. "I think I have an idea you might like."

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Normal people would simply find a Cosmic Frontier audiobook for Willow to listen to. Or maybe they would read to her out loud. Or maybe they'd show her the movie adaptation (tho, she'd been told by Hunter, Gus and Camila that the movie was awful and did a terrible job at adapting the original source material).

Hunter wasn't a normal person, not by a long shot.

He'd decided to act out all of the memorable scenes from the book like it was a play. After telling the others, they had also been incredibly excited to help.

Everyone did something. Willow built the stage and props, Hunter made the costumes and wrote the scripts, Vee and Gus were on special effects with their shapeshifting and illusions respectively, Amity brought some abominations for extra manpower and Luz and Camila put together a playlist of songs that went perfect with every scene. Eda and King brought snacks.

When the night of the premiere finally came, Willow sat down at the Owl House's backyard with Luz, Amity, King, Eda and Raine as they watched it all unfold. Luz took out her phone and started recording because she wanted to put it on Mewtube, Amity didn't understand anything that was going on, Eda ate all the snacks and King fell asleep on Raine's lap halfway through. Perfection.

It wasn't a quality production, it was very low budget and DIY. It reminded Willow of those plays the bard witches from the drama club at Hexside often did. It was silly and weird but it was wonderful.

At the heart of it all were the actors. Vee obviously knew how to play a convincing alien monster, Gus and Camila were not professionals but they felt such passion and appreciation for their character's plight that they could bring themselves to do a pretty good performance. And Hunter was just IN IT! He was an artist lost in his art and Willow never wanted him to stop ever.

His voice cracked with emotion on the dramatic scenes, he stricked poses and smiled at the audience, he recited every line from memory, he even cried on the sad parts. It was hard not to love the book when it inspired something so incredible on all these people she loved.

When the play ended, the actors took a bow and everyone clapped. Luz was the loudest, woohoo-ing and wolf whistling. She cheered so loud, King woke up with a yelp.

Willow made flowers with her magic, throwing them at the stage enthusiastic. Gus caught one and pointed a finger gun, winking at her. Vee caught one and giggled. Camila caught one and her smile got even bigger.

She threw a whole bouquet of roses. Hunter caught it and blew her a kiss.

Yup, this was her new favorite book.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

The Mafia Princess Chapter 9: A Decision

A/N: Just as a note, I switched the chapter titles from 'Part' to 'Chapter' and also went back to normal numbers because using numerals was starting to confuse me and my dyslexia whenever I looked at my notes lol. Also holy shit they have a 3 days option for polls now fucking finally.

Mafia Princess Masterpost

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Winning Result/Previous Chapter: Let herself be dropped off, grab some food, and go home.

Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post! And, you now have 3 days to vote instead of 1!

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For a moment, Elsa pictured the idea of arriving at her house and getting out of a car that so obviously belonged to someone in the mafia. She then decided that she was doing a good enough job of not pissing off her foster parents and she wanted to keep that streak alive for as long as possible.

“Thanks for the offers, but I think I’m good with just getting dropped off,” Elsa said, unbuckling her seatbelt and then grabbing her bag. “But thanks. For, you know.” Elsa waved a hand in the air, kind of hoping that it would explain what she was trying to say. “Everything.” 

“It was my pleasure.” Desi gave her a smile that made him seem actually kind of normal instead of like some big, terrifying mafia boss. It was kind of cool. It was also nice to know that if Elsa ever got in trouble with the mafia, she had what was basically a get-out-of-jail free card. “Hopefully if I see you again, it won’t be hiding behind a dumpster.”

“I’d just like to point out that you hid behind there too.” Elsa preened at the snort of laughter from Aidano up front before she was opening the door and hopping out. Doing one last check to make sure she had everything, she gave a little wave. “Bye.” 

Closing the door, and grinning at the flash of a wave she saw from Desi, Elsa turned and headed towards the McDonalds. For as much as her choice had been born from a sense of hysteria and being overwhelmed by the fact she had just made friends (?) with a mafia boss, she was actually hungry. Plus, the curfew for her to get home wasn’t until five, so she had plenty of time to grab a bite to eat and then hop on a bus. 

With that thought in mind, Elsa happily ordered the biggest cheeseburger meal she could afford and grabbed four extra salt packets to drown her fries in (she also shoved a handful of extra packets and a good stack of napkins into her bag for future use). Then, once she had a good seat, she pulled out her sketchbook and immediately set to work. 

While the fancy clothing store had been a little intimidating, there had been tons of fabric and clothes that looked like they would make for great outfits, and Elsa wanted to at least sketch out some of her favorites. Maybe, if she was really lucky, she could get into sewing when she got the funds for it and try her hand at making some of her designs. 

Sure it was a bit of a silly kid’s dream, but she figured she was allowed at least one until she reached about… fifteen. Yeah. Fifteen seemed like a good, solid age to give up on any silly kid dreams and become a part of the real world. 

With that thought in mind, Elsa set about sketching out as much as she could think up or remember, taking bites of her meal every so often. 

By the time she was finished actually eating, she had about ten more pages filled and was making a mental note to try and find some decently priced sketchbooks in the future. Her current one was getting close to getting filled. 

That was a problem for her future self, though. Her current self had to worry about getting home before curfew. 

Luckily, due to a decent enough bus system, Elsa made it home with about twenty minutes to spare. Unluckily, she heard her name called from the kitchen in a tone that was very much saying, Get in here! 

Hesitant and careful, Elsa tried to make it seem like she had done nothing wrong as she entered the kitchen and asked a casual, “Yeah?” 

“I’m not upset, but I would have appreciated a little warning, at least.” Linda, in the middle of scrubbing clean some dishes, looked up at her with soapy hands and a mildly frustrated look. It didn’t seem pointed at her, though, so Elsa felt comfortable enough just nodding her head with an apologetic smile even as she had no clue what the hell Linda was talking about. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” Linda ordered with a mock joking tone that at least assured Elsa she wasn’t in any sort of trouble. “Anyways. The court called and wanted to confirm the custody appointment for tomorrow. I told them that you would be there on time — it’s at 3:45. Tomorrow is Friday and your school lets out at 2:30, right?” Elsa barely got to nod before Linda was continuing. “Alright. That should give you plenty of time to get there. 

“I went ahead and filled your bus pass back up, so you should have more than enough to get to the courthouse and back here. Since it’s a Friday and you have all that, I’ll give you until seven to get home. Alright?” Again, Elsa sort of just nodded as she tried to take in all of that. Finally, she cleared her throat. 

“Got it. By the way… Did my mom happen to call here?” Elsa tried to make herself sound like she actually wanted her mom to have called, even as she hoped that the answer was a resounding no. Going by Linda’s ‘knowing’ look, she wasn’t in luck. 

“You just missed her by about twenty minutes.” Linda sounded actually a little sympathetic, which meant she knew probably nothing about Elsa’s past or her relationship with her mom. “Told her you were still out, but she said she loved you and if you had any questions to read the letter she sent you?” 

“Yeah. Makes sense,” Elsa said, nodding quickly and moving to grab a water bottle from under the large case of it under the table. “Sorry for not telling you about the courthouse thing. I’ll try to be better about that, but my social worker will know better than me about all of that. Uh, I got some homework, so I’ll see you at dinner. Thanks!”

Calling the last word out as she quickly headed for her room, Elsa just faintly heard Linda shout something noncommittal before Ela got into her room, closed her door, and then threw her bag and water bottled onto her bed as hard as she could. 

She didn’t do much more than hurt her arm and shoulder, but the action helped get rid of some of her anger and frustration at no one telling her anything. Like- Seriously?! She had to be at the courthouse — tomorrow — for some sort of custody thing with her mom- Shit. Her mom was probably still trying to get her back, wasn’t she? God, now Elsa wished she had read the last few letters her mom had been sending her. 

Well. She at least had one on her. 

Digging into her bag, Elsa pulled out the crumpled letter from that morning (god, it felt like days ago she had shoved it into her bag) and tore it open. As expected, it was just a single sheet of paper with her mom’s messy scrawl. 

Hello baby! 

I mentioned this in the last few letters I sent you but I wanted to make sure you remembered the upcoming hearing. They should call to confirm the date and time with you but I’m looking forward to seeing you. I promise that once it’s all over you and I will be able to get back to that life we should have had. 

Dean is going to take care of both of us. He’s excited to meet you too! I can’t wait to see you again baby. Take care and I love you so much. 

Reading through the letter three more times, Elsa sat there and could only bring herself to mutter, “Who the hell is Dean?”

Moving over to her desk, Elsa fell into her chair and opened the first drawer, pulling out the other three letters from her mom that she hadn’t read. 

After skimming through them, she found out that Dean was her mom’s new boyfriend who had been going on about ‘taking care of her and her daughter.’ Like… sure the guy could actually be decent, but it could also be some kind of trafficking scheme. Considering her mom’s track record, she wouldn’t be surprised if it was that second one. 

Her mom had been talking about the court hearing in the last couple letters, though, so Elsa guessed that that one was on her for not reading them. Still. Her social worker couldn’t have called and told her or something? 

Now she had to be at the courthouse tomorrow at 3:45- Crap. 

Leaning over enough to grab her back, Elsa pulled out her sketchbook and then flipped through the pages until the business card Desi had given her had fallen out. This time she looked at the address and business hours closer, groaning when she saw the place closed at four and they weren’t open on weekends. 

That meant she would either miss out on getting her jacket until Monday, at which point it might be tossed out because she was just some kid and obviously all of that was suspicious, or she would have to skip the court hearing with her mom. Why did no one tell her that life as a twelve-year-old could be so complicated?

[dyslexic-dyspraxic]

I think one of the things people overlook is not meeting expectations as someone with dyslexia and dyscalculia, because I have seen posts on ADHD but none on Dyslexia or Dyscalculia

More than anything, I was made to feel like a failure because of my dyslexia and dyscalculia

I was constantly told I was smart and evaluated as if I was neurotypical intelligent

But I would always struggle, I would always fail to live up to expectations because the thing about neurotypical intelligence is you are expected to be good at everything academic, maybe you excel at one thing, but you aren't really bad at anything, struggling with language or maths is never even considered for neurotypical intelligence

And there I was struggling to read, coming out as dyslexic and being hit with "but you're so smart" with varying levels of derision and confusion

Struggling with basic maths as people praised my intelligence and dismissed my grade as nothing impressive because it was what they expected of me, because they didn't see the anxiety I had over adding numbers together, they didn't see how my difficulty with numbers was covered up by my intelligence, I could do logic, I could do complicated problem solving, I couldn't tell you what 13% of 500 was without feeling anxious and freezing

People looked at my grades and they only saw someone smart, they didn't see how I struggled, they didn't see how I tried to meet expectations and fell short, because reading is exhausting and numbers make me anxious, they would dismiss my struggle because "you still did well, it's still a good grade" and it was, but it wasn't good enough

I was being compared to the neurotypical with the same predicted grades as me, the neurotypical who did better in all their exams than me, and I never met that expectation

They judged me as neurotypical and found me lacking as neurodivergent

[dumbasslesbi2]

But I Thought You Had a Girlfriend? ~ Post Story (Agatha x Rio Students AU)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Summary:

Some good ol' future/post story time skip

Notes:

AHHHH LAST CHAPTER!!!!!! Can't wait for the finale of Agatha tonight and praying our lesbians and live happily ever after. Anyways, please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.

“Come on, vamanos Rio. We're gonna be late” Agatha said dragging Rio. “Babe we're not gonna be late, calm down” Rio said, putting on her heels. “Mama, mommy!” Nicholas yelled, coming up behind. “Nicholas! Sorry Rio he got out of the room” Rio’s cousin said apologizing to her. “It's ok cuz” Rio said, picking up her baby boy. “Nicki, you have to be good, we'll be back, ok sunshine?” Rio said, giving her son a kiss on the cheek. “Nicholas we'll be back soon so the better you behave, the quicker we'll be back” Agatha said, also giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Okay” said the boy, looking up at his mothers. Rio handed him back to her cousin as they were ready to leave. “We'll be back, love you both” Rio said, leaving through the door. She went over to the car and opened the passenger door for Agatha. “Thank you sweetheart” Agatha said, giving Rio a kiss on the cheek before she entered. “Anything for you Mrs. Vidal” Rio said, giving Agatha a small slap to her butt before going to the driver's side. Rio started driving with Agatha's hands on top of her on the center console. “Are you excited? We haven't seen some of them in a while” Agatha asked, admiring their rings. “Agatha, what do you mean? We saw Wanda and Vision two weeks ago, you saw Alice yesterday and I saw Jen last week” Rio said laughing. “Hey! That can be a lot of time for some people” Agatha said with a pout. “Well we're here so put away that pout” Rio said, giving Agatha a kiss on the cheek. 

As they got out of the car they saw the big sign of “Welcome Westview Class Reunion” to which Rio couldn't help but cringe at. “I can't believe you made us come to this” Rio said, gagging at the sign. “It'll be fun baby, come on” Agatha said, interlacing her hand with Rio’s. “Ugh, fine” Rio said, kissing Agatha's hands. As the two entered the gymnasium they found their group of friends. “Long time no see” Wanda said, giggling at the couple. “I swear to god, you and Agatha are the same” Rio groaned, already tired of the joke. “ Well at least you didn't hiss at me like you used to” Wanda said with a shrug to which Rio hissed at her. “Why did you remind her” Agatha groaned, pinching her bridge. “Some things just don't change I guess” Alice said with a laugh. “Kind of crazy we've all lasted this long with each of you if you think about it” said Jen, giggling at everyone's interactions. “Tell me about it, it feels like yesterday I can remember us at Alice's place after prom” said Vision, bringing Wanda closer to his side. “I'm still shocked you two decided to stay here” said Jen to Rio and Agatha. “Agatha hates traveling” Rio said in a deadpan tone. “What! Not true” Agatha said, playfully hitting Rio. “ Oh really cause during our honeymoon I remember someone saying-” “ Don't you dare” Agatha interrupted Rio. Rio was silent for a moment until she finally said “Riooooo, I'm scared. What if we get robbed or killed” in a whiny tone to make fun of Agatha. Everyone laughed as no one expected Agatha to ever say anything close to that since she always acted so independent “God I hate you” Agatha said with a groan. “Mm I think you love me” Rio said, pecking a kiss on Agatha's cheek. “Ya I think you were right Alice, some things don't change” Jen said, looking at the two. They chatted for a bit and mingled until eventually it got late for the two. They bid their goodbyes to everyone and drove home, hoping their son wasn't too sad about leaving him for the night. 

As Rio opened the door, Nicholas was already running up to them. Agatha picked him up and immediately hugged him. “Aw I'm sorry baby, you missed us huh” Agatha said, cradling their son's head. “Mommy! mama!” he yelled into Agatha's ear. “Ow, inside voice Nicholas please, I'm right here” Agatha said with a giggle, detaching him from her shoulder. “Nicky did you behave?” Rio asked before taking Nicholas from Agatha. “Yes mama” he said, looking up at Rio. “He was pretty good until you two got here” Rio's cousin said, walking into the room. “Thanks for watching him cuz, it means a lot” Rio said, smiling at her cousin. “Anything for you Rio, imma head out now, got some work I have to do tomorrow, I'll see you next week though “ her cousin said, getting ready to leave. “Yeah for sure! Can't wait to see you then” Agatha said , leaving a path for Rio’s cousin to leave. As the night went on the two got Nicholas ready for bed and decompressed for the night. As the two were finally ready for bed and comfort under the sheets Rio couldn't help herself as she's been doing for years. But before she could even say anything, Agatha beat her to it and said “I love you Rio”. She couldn't help but giggle at this since Agatha read her so well and said “I love you Agatha”.

[starkidblogs]

Just the Beginning 

Chapter 7

A/n: Happy New Year and very late Christmas! I hope this year has been kind to you and that next year will bring more wonderful surprises. This will be my last fiction post of this year, so i made it longer. I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry for the spelling and grammar errors. I think my dyslexia is getting worse.)

You looked down at the box in front of you. You knew whom it was from, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. You picked it up, taking it back inside, but not before skimming outside to see if Chief was out there. It felt futile as there was nothing but the silence of the night. You sighed, feeling defeated by the loneliness and concern about him.

You walked into the kitchen quietly and sat close to the counter, placing the box and envelope on it. You felt nervous about what it could contain inside. You held your breath for a moment before deciding to open it.

"My dear lady,

I wanted to apologize for our last date. I hope you enjoy this small gift to make it up, for the distress I caused you at the museum. When I saw it, I knew it had to be with you. I had to depart for the moment but rest sure I'll be fine and return as soon as possible.

~Sincerely, your Chief."

You felt your cheek becoming pink, but your mind became curious about what he was thinking after that day. As you carefully open the box, a creek from behind you. Closing the box and hiding the letter, you turned around to find Moe walking toward you. He purred on your leg as you gave a small sigh of relief. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." You said as you picked him up, letting him snuggle in your arms.

"Not only him." A voice came from the darkroom as you turned to see Pigsy. "Oh! I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep." You meekly spoke as Pigsy stared you down. Those minutes felt like hours as you sat at the counter and he was cooking something, and the air felt tense with doubt. You stared down at Moe in your arms till a bowl of noodles was in front of you. Confused, you looked up to see Pigsy, who seemed apologetic.

"I haven't been the best guest since this chaos started." He looked down at the floor before looking up at you. You gave a weak chuckle as you spoke, " Well, I wouldn't put it past you. Everything seems to be falling apart, so it's good to be careful around others." Pigsy sighed, "but it was rude of me to be hostile with you. You appear to be great friends with Sandy, and he knows how to bring the best out in someone." He said, and you nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry for my rude behavior," Pigsy said as he hung his head in remorse. "It's quite alright. I should be thanking you for the amazing foods you made." You smiled as he lifted his head. Pigsy gave a soft grin as you ate. It was a while before you both finished and talked more. Pigsy soon left you alone to go back to sleep.

"Well, Moe, I guess I made a new friend." You talked to the yawning cat. "And it seems to be you getting sleepy too. Come on, let's go." You carried the blue feline and placed him on a soft pillow. After that, you remember the gifted Chief gave you. You went to find the box and envelope staring at it for a bit. "Better now than never." You whisper to yourself as you open the small box.

Inside the box was a teardrop pendant, and the gem was white with blue undertones, held by a silver chain. You were surprised by how it looked. It was so simple, yet it had elegance to it. "What am I going to do with the man?" You chuckled to yourself before putting it on. "Thank you, Chief. I hope you are safe where ever you are…" You said as you wanted to bed, looking outside the window. As you shut your eyes, you felt like someone was at the window before going to sleep, creating the pendant gave a faint glow of neon blue.

~timeskip because of the chaos~

It had been a few days after DBK and his bull clones had taken over the city. You attempted to search for Bai He and her family but weren't able to find them. You tried thinking optimistically, thinking they found shelter someplace safe. Feeling that two of the people you cared for the most could be in danger, you and the gang had taken up the duty to take out as many bull clones as possible, not only for them but for the citizens as well.

Since bull clones target you more than the others, Sandy taught you how to defend yourself, but most time Tang and you stayed in the truck and slammed into them. During the calm moments, you and Tang talked about JTTW and making sense of Mk being the Monkey King's successor.

Other times you cooked with Pigsy and had fun with Mei and Sandy. 'Mk' was unfazed by most things happening, but you included him either way. As well as finishing Chief's suit, having no way to contact him, you kept it safe till you met him again.

Today you guys head back to the noodles shop after getting some supplies. While driving closer, you noticed another Mk driving up to the shop. Unaware of the bull clones gathering closer as he steps out of the tuk-tuk. "Pigsy, step on it!" You wasted little time to say as Pigsy slammed the brakes and collided with the pile of bull clones that were almost bombarding Mk. Everyone came out of the truck and posed in front of mk. He was in awe as he saw the new outfits you crafted for the gang.

"Guys! Ohoh! You guys look so awesome!" He smiled as he got up from the ground, Mei jumping in front of him. You felt proud as Mei had to give him the news of DBK. "Yeah, so um. Some stuff happened while you were away. Got kinda intense." Mei said as she rubbed her head. You could see mk looked a bit confused as he spoke, "But I left you with one of my boys?"

Remembering the Mk inside the food truck, you turned your head towards him while tang gave a sarcastic remark about him. "Oh, he's been super useful." The other Mk spoke in a huff, "I don't know what to tell you, guy."

As he finished his sentence, his body glowed into a golden cloud before exploding into a bunch of hair. ' I guess that's what they meant when they say that's not mk…' you thought, as you Tang and Pigsy became covered in hair. You quickly swipe it off as you hear Mk asking Mei what happened during his time away.

"Well, after you left-" Mei's sentence was interrupted by a cough from tang before he spoke up. "If you'll allow me?" He gave a grin as Mei gave a groan of annoyance but allowed him to continue. Tang continues in a more narrative tone.

"Well, after you left, the bull clones attacked, but they were different. More powerful than before, we believe it all ties back to the demon bull king himself. Mk, he's conquered everything." Hearing this left Mk in shock about the situation. "Where is he? Where's DBK?" Mk asks, giving a serious look. Sandy spoke up as everyone turned towards him and the mountain. "We're not sure, but there's pretty scary noises coming from the mountain." You can see Sandy holding Moe tight.

"We better get going before he finds out Mk is here." You said as you walked towards the truck. Mk was surprised to see you, but he agreed, "yeah, let's ruin DBK parade again!" Everybody was inside as Pigsy slammed on the gas and sped to the mountains, lightning striking down close.

~Meanwhile, in DBK throne room~

In the deep underground, Deamon Bull King watches as his rain over megalopolis. He gave a roaring laugh at how the people coward in fear of the bull clones. DBK switches between the screens of bull clones seeing how empty the street of the city becomes. " Look at how they coward and run! With this power, not even the great sage could not stop me!" DBK heavily breathe, as he felt the power of the canister flowing in him. Princess Iron Fan was behind her husband, disliking his behavior, even after taking over the city.

Something wasn't right.

"Yes, father! We have finally taken our right full place as the rulers of the city!" Redson said as he moved beside her and spoke with pride. He was about laugh, but a warning appeared, catching the attention of everyone. DBK turned to the screen he saw Pigsy food truck heading their way. The computer scanned the beings in the moving vehicles, detecting six screen pops up. It showed Mk, Mei, (Y/n), Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy.

DBK heard the whisper of Lady bone demon in his mind as he saw the image of Mk. "MONKEY KING! COME TO TAKE ME? BIND ME?" He yelled, the image of Mk turned Sun Wukong, "I WILL NOT LET THAT SIMIAN ABOMINATION TRIUMPH AGAIN!" As he roared, PIF became uneasy about how the power was taking over him. It was only seconded till he noticed your image. The present you shifted to your past life.

"If it isn't that persistent pest? I'll be sure that she gets the message this time." He snarled, snapping his finger as bull clones rushed around him. "Be sure she is nothing but dust." Under his voice, he muttered, "I will not, be losing an instrument of my destiny even if he is slipping away from my control."

~ Back to You~

As Pigsy drove on, you realized it was hard to move. What hasn't occurred to anyone was the space in the truck. Everyone was squishing into each other you were under Sandy's arm and the door. "Oh, Mk! This is (y/n)! A friend of mine!" Sandy said as he did his best to make room. "Oh! I remember you!" He said, giving a grin. "Nice to properly meet you. I think, given the situation, it could be better." You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but I guess now then never." You smiled.

"Wait, how did you get involved?" Mk asked curiously, you chuckled nervously, looking away, "A bit of a long story, but I was with Sandy when this started." It wasn't long before you guys reached DBK lair entrance. Lighting was struck on the symbol of the bull king, frightening Moe and causing him to crawl toward you. You held him close to make sure his alright.

Sandy smiled proudly and said, "Alright! what's the plan?" He looked at Mk. Who realized he didn't have a plan. "Uh… I don't know. I was just gonna to wing it?" He said, unsure. You, Mei, and Sandy agreed. "Sounds great! Let's go!" Sandy said as Mei pumped her hand in the air, and you grinned. Mk shook his head, "What! No, I didn't mean you guys too!" He expressed worried about their safety. Tang pushed up his glasses before speaking, "You thought you were going without us?"

Pigsy chuckled, "Mk, we get it. You're the monkey kid. It's your job to fight the bad guys." Sandy chimed in, "But we're your team, little man! And it's our job to get you there!" Mei smiled as she continued Sandy's sentience, "No matter what!" The whole gang had a big grin as they reassured Mk and their decision to fight by his side. Mk was touched, having tears almost spilling out as he turned to everyone and smiled. Before you knew it, the truck was already driving and flying toward the DBK lair.

As Pigsy landed, he swerved around before finding balance. Everyone was swishing around, but another truck appeared behind you and bumped into you guys. Tang flew out of his seat and on to window next to Pigsy as he tried to drive. As tang looked up, he could see an enormous hole in the ground, "look there! DBK throne room! It's gotta be-be down there!" He stammered as he could see a vehicle full of bull clones closing in on the truck. They collide with it a couple more times before using full force, causing it to explode. You did your best to protect yourself and Moe as rolling out of the truck. You, Tang, and Pigsy stayed behind as Sandy carried Mei and MK to the entrance.

"Go get him, Monkey Kid!!" You yelled with a grin as you stood up and regained balance. He turned back to see you, grinning before he almost fell off Sandy's shoulder. Mk was caught, by Sandy, as they ran towards the pit. You saw Sandy crush another one of the tank-like vehicles that charged at them. You placed Moe on your shoulder as you went to help Tang and Pigsy get up. "Okay, Now what?" Tang asked you.

"Well, crushing them first of all!" You said as you saw bull clones coming towards you. You handed Moe to Tang as you stood side by side with Pigsy. "Ready, kid?" He asked, and you nodded. "As I'll ever be." On cue, a swarm of bull clones came charging at you guys. One took a swing at you, causing you to dodge it and grab its arm. You took a stance as you threw it into another, who was aiming at Tang and Moe. Pigsy took out a line of sausages, using them as nun-chucks, and took out a few.

'Vermin! Can't let him go!' You turn to see one of the bull clones hissing at you. It was faint whispering, but as the bull clones got closer, it became one voice. You were surprised and shook your head as you kept focus as you kicked one to the ground. You looked up to see tang become pale but give a thumbs up. You weren't focusing on the next bull clone.

'I don't plan on losing my most faithful servant to some lowly mortal!' It aimed at you, getting a clean shot to your back as you weren't concentrating. 'Like you!' Your breath was knocked out of you as you tried to inhale. "(Y/n)!" Pigsy and Tang yelled as they saw you fall to the ground.

'You may have done better, but you're still weak! Your fate hasn't changed ' As bull clones stood over you before Pigsy punched them away. Tang rushes over as you try to regain your breath. You could hear laughter coming from the clones as they closed in on you four.

"You can do this, (Y/n)!" You heard a voice yelling as you opened your eyes and saw it was from Pigsy. "You have us now!" Tang raised his voice as he helped you sit up. "We're behind you, (Y/n)! No matter what!" another voice come out of nowhere. You, Tang, and Pigsy became confused for a moment, until you saw Sandy coming from the sky as he smashed into the bull clones. "Thanks, guys." You said as you felt your lips form into a smile as you got up.

"Guys, get on!" He said as he put you three on his back. Before he threw a punch, an explosion transpired, and bright blue lightning stuck, blinding you for a moment. You blinked a few times before you opened your eyes to see a spirit-like essence depart the bull clones' bodies. You heard the whispers, all chanting the same word.

'Freedom'

The nowempty clones soon collapse to the ground. Tang followed, soon after, who was drained. You let go carefully and took a sigh of relief for a moment. "Is it over?" you asked the group. "Yeah, it is!" Mei's voice was heard, from inside a huge monkey mech coming from the ground with Mk.

After a while, you all sat on the shoulder of the monkey mech, eating a bowl of noodles. "Welp, ya did it, kid," Pigsy said before taking another bit of noodles. Sandy was grinning as he held Moe in his hand, "You beat DBK again!" You saw Mk seeming down and doubtful of what happened with DBK. "I'm not sure I did. Whatever was powering him up. It made him different." He said. in seeing this, Mei tried cheering him up.

"But we won~! right?" Tang chimed in after her. "I'm sure it's fine." He soon put his chopstick in Pigsy's bowl, trying to take some noodles. " You were done with this?" Pigsy, not having it, took his bowl away from tang. "Hey, get your mitts off my bowl tang!"

"At least over now, right." You said as they agreed. As you finished eating, a feeling lingered as you all went home. You recalled the blue spirit leaving the bull clones.

'It is over, right?'

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @tazzy-ace ☺️

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 37 works, 7 of those are part of series.

2 - What’s your total AO3 word count?

255,686.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

I’ll write for any fandom, if I know enough about it at least. But the fandoms I have fics on AO3 are; The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Supernatural, Not Me, The Eclipse, Semantic Error, Between Us and Never Let Me Go.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind? / E / (Not Me/The Eclipse)

There Is No Normal / E / (Supernatural)

Want A Do Over? / T / (The Eclipse)

In The Light Of The Morning / M / (The Eclipse)

When The Darkness Comes / T / (The Eclipse)

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes and no, it depends on the comment and how I’m feeling. I know I seem like a loud mouth on here, but I’m actually extremely shy and have generalized anxiety disorder, so interacting with people - even online - can cause me a lot of anxiety so it can be difficult to reply to ever comment.

6 - What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I don’t know. I don’t think any of my fics actually end with angst, start with it, run with it or just are angsty in general but I typically try and make endings at the very least hopeful.

7 - What’s a fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There Is No Normal, I would say that one is the happiest ending for sure. It ends with a proposal and a happily ever after, domestic bliss with a dog and a kid and a happy group of friends and family.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Nah, I legit have the best readers on the planet. The sweetest people, who I love to interact with. The closest thing I got to hate would be one little complaint during a Big Bang I was in because I alluded to a character being a switch instead of a strict top, someone saw that and went to the mods to complain instead of coming directly to me. So I absolutely did not change it, because screw their petty ass lol.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

All kinds, I’ll write all types of smut featuring all types of genders and sexualities. I’m also willing to try to write any kink (within reason) but that doesn’t mean I’ll write it well lol, I make no promises, I might be total shit at writing a type of smut I’ve never written before.

10 - Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

Yes, I do write crossovers. I think the craziest is actually an unpublished fic that is a crossover of Supernatural and The Void, which is a Canadian made Lovecraftian horror movie from 2016.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If so, its not come to my attention.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, I’m always happy to link to any translations of my works on the original fic, so I always remind translators to drop me a line with a link so I can post it.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I have a co-author that I’ve worked with for like a decade now. I trust them with so much, we work together amazingly well.

14 - What’s your all time favourite ship?

Bro, I’m supposed to have one!? Impossible to answer, no way, next question lol.

15 - What’s a WIP that you want to finish, doubt you ever will?

I’m not really sure, I wanna think that all my WIPs will eventually get done. Because of how my mental health fluctuates, I tend to not to like posting chaptered WIPs because I don’t like leaving people waiting. Which is probably why I only have a couple posted, those ones will absolutely get done. As for non-posted WIPs, well… since they’re not posted there will be no proof of them not getting done. 😈😈

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea, so I’ll go with what I’ve been told. Characterization, emotional atmosphere and general ambiance. Also smut, I’m your neighbourhood smut peddler for a reason lol.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling and grammar in general, I have dyslexia and mild aphasia due to a TBI that I suffered in my early twenties. Even though I go over my fics dozens of times before they get posted and typically they go to a beta, not always, I’ll admit I am impatient lol. There are still some fuck ups in my fics, even after posting.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Unless I speak it at least somewhat fluently, I don’t do it. If I wanna suggest that the person is speaking in a different language than what’s being written, I just slap it in italics.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty sure it was Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Ginger Snaps, I can’t remember tbh.

20 - Favourite fic you’ve written?

One of my faves is actually not even on AO3, it was back in my LiveJournal days. It’s a Torchwood fic, it’s basically a Torchwood version of Alice Through the Looking Glass just way more violent and gory. I might actually go over that old thing one day and eventually put it up on AO3, it was one of my first big fics and it’s still one of my favourite plots.

Tagging - I honestly forget who I follow that writes, who draws and who’s a gif maker lol. I don’t wanna tag the wrong type of creator, so if you see this and wanna take part, then consider yourself tagged! Make sure to tag me back so I can read your answers 🤗🤗

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hey i’m doing this again because this is fun

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hello, i agree it's fun

for this ask game

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

i would say very character and dialogue driven, i outline some very general ideas for events of the story, but i personally don't really enjoy big action sequences in general so i don't write them much. i write out silly little lines and heart wrenching shit, and sometimes i'll think of a random line and then i add it to my outline and say "i'll get to it eventually"

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

yet again, another unintended attack, first kissing now this. so like...i don't really revise much at all before posting. i read through/skim the chapter like once and then post it, then i find mistakes after posting it and correct my ways and pray that other people have the same type of dyslexia i have where it just makes random assortments of words make sense.

tbh though i'm planning on going back through some fics that i've already posted that i'm more serious about (mainly: although i am broken, my heart is unchanged still) to make sure that things within the story make sense because i really want it to be a good fic.

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

this depends a lot, it's like case by case sort of circumstance.

like with the vast majority of my family, they know that i enjoy writing but they don't know what it is that i write (gratuitous amounts of fanfic) and like i'm awkward with them so they wouldn't get to see what i write in general anyways. two of my sisters know that i was trying to start writing a memoir a few months ago, and so one of them asked what i was doing on some random day and i said i was writing and she asked if it was for the memoir and i said, no i'm writing fanfiction. that is the one sibling that i would tell that to though because i remember once seeing a notebook in our room that had her 1D fanfiction, i never really read it but i know i saw those names and that shit.

my best friend knows fully well that i write fanfiction, i've told her about some of them at some points but it's like she's not in the fandom that i write for and she's a bit more uncomfortable about the ties to hp than i am so i don't really talk about it with her much. probably for the better tbh because some of my earlier fanfics did have sections where i was venting about her.

i met up with my soon to be roommate a few weeks ago and both of us were really anxious and awkward but then like made the discovery that we're both fandom people (different fandoms though) and so we both said at one point or another that yeah we write fanfic.

i don't really talk much to many people around me though so it's not a very known thing.