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rottenpumpkin13 · 6 months ago

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I'm sending asgzc on a shopping trip! What ridiculous things do they buy and what happens

Angeal: He's the type of person to become giddy at home appliance stores. Angeal drags the rest of the group to the camera shop, the plant store and, as a treat that gives Genesis anxiety, the thrift store.

Genesis: You are NOT purchasing that.

*Angeal is wearing a T-shirt that reads "PROUD GRADUATE OF THE HOW TO BECOME AN ALPHA MALE CLASS OF 1998"*

Angeal: I don't know what you mean. This shirt is in perfectly good condition.

Sephiroth is wearing a shirt that reads "RIZZ 'EM WITH 'TISM"

Sephiroth: Don't be a snob, Genesis.

Zack & Cloud: They have loads of fun as Zack shows Cloud around all those big city stores he's never been in. They hit up the video game store, a hunting store where Zack buys a pocket knife that doubles as a spoon and a toenail clipper, buy matching leather jackets, visit the pet store and yearn to co-parent a pet hamster they'd name Thrasher, and, the best part of their shopping trip: The Silver Elite store.

*Zack and Cloud meet the rest of the group with a bunch of shopping bags from the Silver Elite store*

Zack: We got tons of Sephiroth merch!

Genesis: You two are ridiculous, fawning over useless items that glorify a celebrity.

Cloud: By the way, Genesis, here's your Silver Elite VIP member card back.

Genesis: ......

Sephiroth: ...........

Genesis: While he loves hitting up designer boutiques and fancy department stores to update his wardrobe—and make his friends into pack chocobos as they carry his bags for him—Genesis thrives at the book shop. He's like a kid in a candy store, breathing in the scent of new books and exploring all the fun, new reads he can't wait to sink his teeth into.

*Genesis comes back with a shopping bag*

Angeal: Well? You were in there for two hours. Buy any interesting books?

Genesis: After much deliberation, yes, I found one book that I'm sure I'll enjoy~

*Genesis pulls out a copy of Loveless from the bag*

Angeal: ........

Genesis: I wonder what it's about.

Sephiroth: He enjoys accompanying his friends on shopping trips, but it's only to spend time with them. In reality he doesn't have strong material urges, although.....

*Sephiroth comes back carrying five large bags, seemingly very content with his purchases*

Zack: Aww, find something you like?

Sephiroth: Yes. I stumbled across the most amazing store. It sold everything from limited edition train sets, remote control airplanes, several colorful marbles that I intend to start collecting, board games, and it even had an arts and crafts section.

Genesis: You went to a toy store.

Sephiroth: No I didn't.

Angeal: It says so right on the shopping bags—Midgar Toys.

Sephiroth: You cannot prove anything.

Cloud: You're wearing a glow stick necklace and a ring pop.

Sephiroth: Yes, envy me.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #zack fair #headcanons #cloud strife

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blondeaxolotl · 1 year ago

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I would love any thoughts you do have on sebagrelle and headcanons for them. I love your version of them. so cute! <3

Sebagrell is like one of my top favourite ships just because of how fun their dynamic is, a demon butler who's just trying to do his job and a crazed reaper who puts no effort in hiding that she's in love with him? Sign me up I got a few headcanons I'm willing to share why not (might be long so have fun ready) - Sebastian first realising he might be developing feelings for Grell is funny, not only does he physically beat himself up for it, but it gets to the point where he just tells the phantomhive servants "If I see ANY red in my view point I'm going to lose it all". But Ciel ends up making it worse when he realised why he's acting like this and starts commanding him to do tasks that involve the color red just out of spite (ex: picking out cherries/strawberries) - Sebastian pre-relationship might've been in deep denial, but in relationship Sebastian had his ego go up to the heavens because not only is he aware that he's winning with a girl like Grell, but he purposely does PDA, ESPECIALLY in front of William just because it pisses him off (P.S. No William is not jealous, he just hates Sebastian's guts and is concerned for Grell's safety because she really picked a manwhore of all people + Will is aro, he's just looking out for his bestie) - Most of the time Grell is the big spoon in the relationship when it comes to cuddling sessions, they do switch turns every now and then but Grell is the one who prefers to hold him instead of him holding her. Sebastian doesn't mind, I mean wife is warm, she's a pillow plus he purposely sheds his hair when they cuddle just to annoy her because it gets stuck in her hair and clothes, but it's okay Grell fights back because she wears a strong perfume and it rubs off on him (he doesn't realise until it ends up triggering Ciel's asthma) - Grell's love language is biting, she bites the absolute hell out of Sebastian when she gets overly happy. Sebastian would describe it as "imagine being in a shark attack on land but the shark only goes after you 5 times a day", he of course got used to it eventually and let her bite him ONLY when he takes his jacket off and rolls up his sleeves because this woman destroyed so many of his jackets and they're not cheap at all. - Sebastian was confused when Grell begun to appear more and more at the manor and Ciel said nothing about it, not even ordering him to kick her out. He soon realises those two were working together because Grell started bribing Ciel with candy to let her into the manor to have her time with Sebastian, not only did Ciel end up having free candy, but it would mean Sebastian would be too distracted to come and stop him from eating it. So of course he let her in and it started becoming an often occurrence. (To the point Ronald started doing the same bribe to get with Mey-Rin). -------------------------------- OKAY I THINK THAT'S ALL THE TIME I HAVE RIGHT NOW, I probably wrote a lil too much but my tism' was triggered what can I say 💜 Hope you enjoy my lil wall of Sebagrell text, as a bonus have a quick lil doodle I did last night

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #mono ask #grell sutcliff #grelle sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #sebagrell #sebagrelle #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #bonus meyron mention #sorry for the wall of text the tism was triggered #it will happen again

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clotpolesonly · 6 months ago

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Six Of One

welcome to another episode of "Jess projects her experiences onto fictional characters" 😂 it's been a little while! (i strongly suspect that this experience of mine is the 'tism somehow, hence me subjecting my autistic king Declan to it) anyway, the title is a truncation of the phrase "six of one, half dozen of another" which means that two options are equal in value and, thus, it doesn't actually matter which you choose. one is as good as the other. | Jordeclan | Gen | 2.3k | Established Relationship | Verbal Shutdown | Accommodations | Fluff | (also on AO3)

The new studio space was spacious, well-lit, and blissfully free of vegetable-esque breasts. This one also had an elevator instead of three flights of stairs, thank God. Declan stepped out of it and into the familiar scent of turpentine and canvas, strong even though all the doors along the hallway were currently closed. A small, private smile tugged at his lips, despite his mood.

Perhaps it wasn’t right to call it a mood. By all accounts, Declan felt fine. His day had gone well so far, with a number of business transactions handled smoothly and efficiently, a phone number attained for a frustratingly difficult to track down associate-of-an-associate-of-an-associate, and several texts exchanged with Ronan with hardly any insults involved. It was breezy outside with just a hint of chill in the air signaling the incoming cold snap. The barista at the café had called him Derek again, but she’d finally gotten his coffee order just right. Matthew had only been five minutes late to soccer practice instead of his usual ten.

Declan had had far more stressful days than this one—he could practically see the look Ronan would give him for the sheer magnitude of that understatement—and yet he couldn’t help the tightness in his shoulders as he let himself into the studio.

Jordan was at her easel, engrossed in whatever she was working on today. Music spilled from her laptop, as it often did when she painted, and her voluminous cloud of curls jounced with every enthusiastic bop of her head. The baggy jean overalls she’d taken to wearing had been released from her shoulders, straps instead tied haphazardly around her waist to leave her in a mildly paint-splattered sports bra instead. She was barefoot.

Some of Declan’s tension eased.

The Artist Unbound, oil on canvas, he thought. Or perhaps pastels, to capture the soft haziness of the feeling that grew in his chest to see her like this. Not for the first time, he considered taking Jordan up on her offer to teach him how to actually make art himself, instead of only appreciating others’. It was always said with a teasing lilt, but she meant it. Every time, she meant it.

It wasn’t until one track flipped over to another less to Jordan’s liking that she noticed his presence. She immediately rerouted from the laptop to dance her way across the room, smiling, until she was close enough to kiss him.

“About time, Pozzi,” she said, arms sliding around Declan’s waist. “I was beginning to think you’d fallen down a manhole or slipped through a sewer grate or something equally cartoonish and ridiculous. Not because I thought it likely—I mean, let’s be honest, if anyone is going to fall prey to cartoon physics in this, the real world, it would definitely be Ronan—but I’ll admit, I did get a certain amount of schadenfreude from the mental image. Hope you don’t mind, love you lots, anyway, what took you so long? Did Matthew lose a fight with his cleats again?”

Declan opened his mouth to tell her about the Masshole who cut him off right when he needed to change lanes to catch his exit. He was going to tell her about the lady’s flowery “Choose Kindness” bumper sticker and make a quip about irony. “If only I could be that lacking in self-awareness,” he planned to say, “it’s probably so much easier to live that way.”

He didn’t say any of it. He thought it. He thought it clearly and fluently, all the words lined up and ready to go. Then he opened his mouth and nothing came out.

His shoulders inched back up toward his ears. Jordan’s fingers dug into his back, no doubt feeling the tension creep in there as well, and she pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Alright, bruv?”

Declan closed his mouth. He nodded. It both was and was not the truth.

Jordan tilted her head to the side, lips pursing. She didn’t look concerned, which Declan appreciated, but the scrutiny brought more color to his cheeks than he would’ve liked.

Tone light and easy, she said, “Hand-Cat got your tongue with its weird little hands?”

That mental image, every bit as cartoonish as Ronan falling down a manhole and twice as disturbing, yanked a laugh out of him. Jordan’s smile was smug, like it always was when she managed to make Declan laugh in a way that would embarrass him if he’d done it in public, but she was still watching him carefully. Looking for clues, maybe, or for an explanation.

Declan wanted to tell her, It’s fine.

He wanted to tell her, You don’t need to worry, it’s only that my mouth has spontaneously developed a dysfunction where it refuses to produce sound.

He wanted to tell her, This happens sometimes. No, I don’t know why.

He wanted to tell her, All the words are still in here, I just can’t seem to get them out.

Instead, he fished his phone out of his pocket. He opened up their text thread and typed out a message, turning it around for her to read instead of sending it.

[Do you mind if I talk like this?]

Jordan had to pull back further to squint at the small screen, tightening her grip on his waist to keep from tipping over backwards. A crease appeared between her eyebrows, lips pursing again. Her eyes darted to his face for a mere second, assessing, and then her face cleared. She shrugged expansively.

“Doesn’t make any difference to me, Pozzi. Words in air, words on a screen—six of one, if you know what I mean. Call it a baker’s dozen if you throw in emojis. Did Matthew teach you about those yet? The silly little pictures the kids are using these days?”

Declan rolled his eyes. He typed out another message.

[I’m acquainted with the concept of emojis, yes. I didn’t even need Matthew’s tutelage in them.]

He included a little old man emoji to punctuate the statement. It might have been the first time he had ever actually utilized an emoji in a text message, but Jordan didn’t need to know that. It made her laugh, anyway, which was the important thing.

She stepped back out of their embrace, her hands taking a brief detour to squeeze his ass before letting him go completely, and dug her own phone out of one of her overall pockets. She held it up with a jaunty little shake.

“Mind if I respond out loud?” she asked, walking backwards in the direction of her half-finished painting. “Only, this shit’s messy, and touchscreens and fingerpainting don’t get along very well. Though I suppose I could make something avant garde out of it. Statement about the sanitization of the internet and corporate whatever-you-like killing the creative spirit and whatnot. You’d have to buy me a new phone after, if I sacrificed this one to the art gods, but I know you’re good for it.”

[You can talk normally.]

Declan sent this text, since Jordan had retreated too far to read it from his screen. She checked the message and nodded. Then she spent a minute fiddling with her phone, humming along to the laptop’s next selection. She propped it up on the edge of her easel, far enough away from the canvas to not be in danger of getting splattered, with an air of triumph.

“Futzed with the settings,” she explained. “So it won’t time out and turn off as fast and I won’t have to keep trying to unlock it with messy fingers. If you say something and I don’t notice for too long, whistle or some shit.”

Declan watched as she picked up her abandoned brush, loaded it with paint, and set about her work without further ado. It took him a moment to recalibrate. He wasn’t certain exactly what reaction he’d expected, but an absence of questions, comments, or concerns apparently had not been it. Eventually, he shucked off his jacket and took up his usual position on the couch, angled just so to have the best view of Jordan herself and also a glimpse of her piece as it came together under her deft hand.

Normally, this was the part of the evening when Declan would talk. Well, he spent a lot of every day talking, but this was when he would actually say things. Things that mattered to him, stories he wanted to tell, jokes too inappropriate to make in a business setting, anecdotes no one else in his life would’ve cared to hear but Jordan always did. Now, he turned his phone over in his hand a few times before typing out, [Missed my exit. Some Masshole with a “choose kindness” bumper sticker cut me off in traffic, if you can believe that.]

Jordan’s phone buzzed with the incoming text. He watched as she finished a careful stroke of the brush before glancing down at the screen, still lit up. She snorted.

“Choose kindness? The irony’s killing me, mate. D’you think she takes selfies sipping $18 frappuccinos and captions them with Love Is Love and #positivity?”

[Almost certainly.] He added a peace sign emoji. It made Jordan laugh. [But Matthew was very nearly on time today, I’ll have you know.]

Jordan’s gasp was theatrical. “Really? He does learn!”

[Miracle of miracles. He didn’t even bitch when I said we didn’t have time to stop for McDonald’s. Truly, a day of firsts.]

Part of Declan thought that maybe Matthew had chosen to let it go on purpose—one of those rare moments of perceptiveness that were growing less rare with time, now that Matthew was making an effort toward, as he put it, “learning how to think better”. On the way to soccer practice had been when Declan’s mouth had started to betray him. He’d had to think “Matthew, put your seatbelt on” six times before he’d managed to actually communicate it audibly. The McDonald’s question had been met with a curt “no time for that”, forced out with far more effort than made any kind of sense for four very simple words that Declan said on a regular basis. By the time they’d reached the school, it had been a true struggle to muster up a goodbye, and once he had, he’d known there would be no more verbalizing tonight.

Matthew hadn’t seemed upset or like he thought Declan was mad at him, which was a relief because he wasn’t. There had been nothing wrong. Declan wasn’t even anxious about anything, beyond his general baseline. He’d thought plenty of perfectly amiable thoughts in Matthew’s direction on that trip. He’d told himself to say them instead, over and over. The rest of him just hadn’t cooperated.

He wondered now if, had he not been driving, Matthew would have minded him texting instead. Matthew wasn’t text-phobic like Ronan. He probably would’ve been over the moon about the opportunity to introduce emoji usage into their conversations, regardless of whatever malfunction of Declan’s speech capabilities had provided it.

Jordan certainly didn’t seem to mind. She chatted away the same way she always did, with only a slight delay when her eyes were too busy to spare. Text wasn’t a particularly expressive medium for conveying tone, but she knew him well enough to infer when he was being wry. She did send him an amused look for how long it took him to type out several paragraphs’ worth of commentary on the Henry Wallis wannabe from down the hall, but she put down her brush to read it all eagerly enough that he didn’t feel judged for it.

Despite the alteration to their routine, it felt just the same as it always did.

Declan wanted to tell her, I love you.

Instead, he texted, [You’re really not going to ask, are you?]

He’d been quiet—so to speak—for long enough that Jordan had to double-tap at her screen with the back of her cleanest knuckle to access the notification. She didn’t need clarification or context. She just wiped some carmine paint onto the thigh of her overalls and said, “Is it something that needs asking about?”

Declan turned that question over in his head. He would have asked, if he’d been in her position. He’d been asking himself for hours. Hell, he’d been asking himself for years, what this was and why it happened and why he couldn’t just spit it out when he got like this. He’d yet to find an answer or a solution.

But Jordan hadn’t needed one. All she’d needed was a way to keep hearing him.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

He couldn’t say it right now, but he could wrap his arms around Jordan’s waist and press a kiss to her shoulder. She set down her brush in favor of reaching up to bury her fingers in his curls, cupping the back of his head to keep him close. She was undoubtedly getting paint in his hair. He decided that he didn’t care very much. They stayed like that for most of a song, swaying gently, Jordan humming along contentedly despite this particular track not being of a genre that easily lent itself to humming.

On the easel, Jordan’s phone screen dimmed, sleep mode impending. Declan picked it up before it could go fully dark. He typed in a text and held it up for Jordan to see.

[Thank you.]

Jordan wiggled around to face him properly, settling her arms around his neck and somehow managing to trap the phone between their chests. She kissed him, sweet and slow.

“Anytime, Pozzi,” she murmured against his lips. “Six of one, know what I mean?”

Declan thought, I’m starting to.

#Jordeclan #Declan Lynch #Jordan #TRC #TDT #fics by me #autistic!Declan #which is not said explicitly IN the fic so i didn't tag it on AO3 #but it's true in my heart and is part of my projecting LMAO so i'm tagging it that way here for my sake XD

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koterkot · 6 months ago

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explain the entirety of pluto lore in one comprehensive tumblr post. GO!!!!!!

ok so first of all fuck you Second of all- Pluto is a gieeg oc of mine, here's a old reference sheet i made for them in ms paint because that is somehow my main art program:

(tw: comedical usage of the f slur. i'm sorry gay people.)

[* Due to the gieeg mothership that Pluto has lived in for most of his life having like, weird time dilating shit, a gieeg year is roughly 5 human years. (HIS ASS IS 80 YEARS OLD DURING MOTHER 1!!!! HI GRANDPA!!!!!) ? I just picked random numbers and that's now his birthday in the gieeg calendar that has like 50 days and 50 months lma-]

SSOOO COUGH COUGH IGNORE THE SHITTY ART I SWEAR THAT I HAVE IMPROVED ANYWHOS- Pluto's story is simple, he was born in the mothership with two disorders, being them SPD (Selfharming Psionic Disorder) and OPD (Overwhelming Psionic Disorder) together with the bonus addition of The Tism. Raised in the Mothership of their species, their mother Eris is one of Giegue's strongest troops, and is mostly absent from Pluto's life as she is too busy beating the shit out of alien scum on other planets that Giegue plans to conquer.

[credits to thealmightyven for cooking this shit up, this was her first drawing and ofc the first thing she does is ask pluto if he's a queer] COUGH COUGH WHEEZE AAND THEN THERE'S CERES!!! HIS DAD!!!

(AALSO OLD ART AND STUPID SKETCH BLEUGH) he works for marketing giegue as like this super cool warlord when in reality he's just a traumatized teenager that got weaponized because he's really fucking strong and stuff OH!! OHH!!! SPEAKING OF GIEGUE!!! wait no nevermind we need to touch on pluto's childhood first uhhh uhhh Pluto basically got bullied a LOT as a kid. Last one to get picked for everything, always made fun of due to their lack of tail and inability to use PSI without physically and mentally straining themselves. Sooo... What did Pluto do??? Shut himself away from the outside world, watch their dad's massive collection of holotapes full of movies and tv shows and cartoons and shit

[ANOTHER OLD ASS DOODLE RRAGGGH!!!!] AND LIKE!! THEY LIVED BY THEMSELVES AND THEIR DAD FOR A VERY LONG TIME!!! Until... BBOOM!!! A good while after Pluto's 16th birthday, and 2 days after their last check up on their psionitrist, (doctor specialized in psionics and shit) THE FEDS PULL UP AT CERES' DOOR!!! AND THEY CALL FOR!!! PLUTO!!!

ok so cutting a long story short pluto has like a FUCK ton of psi, and like, the same level as giegue's, soo he basically is supposed to get drafted into their army but unfortunately he has SPD in which has no distinct treatment, sooo their best solution to fix up pluto was to SEND HIM TO THE BIG BOSS!!! GIGAGAS!!!

resuming a entire fanfic's worth of gay tension they eventually come to one conclusion

AAND NOW PLUTO HAS HIS FIRST FRIEND!! EVER!!! using the insane confidence boost of being the Commander of All Gieegkind's best friend (secretly boyfriend), Pluto goes from "loser dork town mayor" to "COOLEST GUY IN TOWN!!! YEAH!!!"

this helps pluto form a few friendships, and by a few i mean like 6 people (probably more than you have anon. HAHA!!) this relationship with giegue though, lasts for only 2 years before it is permanently ruined by giegue's first invasion onto earth. and his loss. i'll touch more on that later on my SECOND POST!!! (YES!!! THERE WILL BE PLURAL POSTS!!) that'll cover what happens to pluto after the events of mother 1 and during mother 2 and stuff BUH BYE!!

#mother 1 #oc #earthbound #earthbound beginnings #digital art #ms paint #doodles #gieeg #gieeg oc #pluto the not dwarf planet #please gas this shit up i cooked way too much cough cough wheeze #giegue #my ocs #oc artwork #oc art #original art #I FUCKING LOVE EARTHBOUND!!!!!#cypress if you're reading this i'm going to kill you #slash j

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disastrousduckss · 5 months ago

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Mockingbird Branch has inherited Ablaze rizz getting like 4 people interested while also inheriting the potential tism of collecting special rock and sticks and that still helps

SNSNSNSJ WAIT NO- BECAUSE HE DOES CARVE A LOT SNSNSN

Creek did confessed his feelings to Branch, but homeboy was carving a gift for Ablaze so the confession went unnoticed.

What made him fall for Branch? The fact he was pretty then and that he is still pretty now

Tresillo did kiss Branch, but only because Branch did it in the spur of the moment (he was running a test drive on one of his projects and it worked sjsjsj)

He fell for Branch because he was brave, they met at night and when Branch first saw him, he didn't scream or anything, just stared at him with curiosity and all (even going as far to say his markings are beautiful)

Hickory and Branch went skinny dipping, but they did keep their underwear on sjsnsnsm, I would say they have the closest relationship because of the time when [SPOILER]

He fell for Branch because he was strong and isn't afraid to show his emotions. Hickory is a yodler, they live up in the mountains where you didn't really have the time to be vulnerable

So, he's able to be vulnerable around Branch, and he likes it

Idk who the 4th one is, unless you are counting Poppy? Cause I'm that case she isn't one of his love interests in this au, SHES THE OTHER THREES WINGMAN SJSJSJSJSJ

(or they bribe her into helping one of them and keeping the other two away sjsjsj)

#disastrous answered #mockingbird au

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mysticalsoot · 1 year ago

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connor's godverse [source material]

godverse/godbur taglist; @lillylvjy @witheredroseanon @enanon (msg/ask if you wanna be added!)

due to the recent popularity, my autism latching to this au and the few requests to let others dabble in it themselves; I've decided to make this central post of the godbur-verse and all it has to offer. you may use godbur or goddess!wilma and write them how you wish but do credit me mainly because I want to see what others create with my ideas!! that is all, now enjoy my tism vomit.

main masterlist // godverse masterlist

meet wilbur and wilma, our characters in this story of power and love and god-like shenanigans. the two of them are godly twins who rule their respective sectors in their shared world. they're an unlikely match, almost polar opposites; but not quite.

WILBUR; the cat

strong-willed and fairminded; colder on the exterior but with a heart two sizes too big.

visually 27 yrs old // queer leaning // autistic coded // less present with believers // 6'7" tall

wilbur rules the left sector of the golden realm. he focuses on doing right with his devotees, guiding them on the path of what's right and moral, keeping them from going astray. he keeps his relationships professional and has yet to drift from that rule.

wilbur has many rules he holds himself to, but most of them are one's he's given himself; in fear he would fall from his holiness if he did not. there is nothing to fall to. what he knows is what is there.

he keeps piles of journals filled with every thought and idea he's ever had, most are to himself. most aren't very kind. he keeps his rules listed in one specific journal. one he's decorated with painted doodles on the front and flowers pressed in the pages.

wilbur keeps great distance between himself and his believers. his golden rule being;

'distance is good for the start, when it will end in distance too'

he fears attachment will wreck his thoughts and deem him unrulable if he was to ever lose a mortal he grew attached to. regardless if it's a common tradition for a mortal to be assumed by their god.

that is cut short when one particular mortal catches his eye and captures his heart with their love and kindness and appreciation for what he's given them.

his first rule he broke, was close communication. there was something about this one mortal that his mind cling to, and they seemed very keen on him too. they weren’t in any belief of any god in particular until he claimed them (get your mind out of the gutter).

little did he know, they would take to it as well as they did. they enjoyed his company and his words and guidance. reaching for his metaphorical hand to lead them to the best outcome. they trusted him, he was trusted. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t break the next rule soon after.

falling in love. he was enraptured by them, and their continuous devotion to him, doing all they could to see him. to be with him. to be by him for as long as they can. to stay living in his world.

despite his growing love for this sweet one, wilbur had to cast them out, back to their life. they were meant to be mortal and he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of what’s meant to be.

when he finally awarded his mortal with a life in his realm; he felt his shoulders lighten and a big weight of worry lift from him. they were safe with him, even if it meant he broke his golden rule amongst many other rules. he finally understood when people said they would do anything for their love, because he’d do just that for them.

wilbur like any other god, adorns both fangs and white feathered wings. he can retract them at any moment he wishes, and often chooses to hide them; especially around his mortal. he doesn't want to scare or overwhelm them so he keeps those features to himself.

the left sector is the home of the eldest twin. the one with moral responsibility who doesn’t stray from the rules unless prompted, and even then he fights back. the world is covered in sunlight and flowers. a beautiful garden at the back door of wilbur’s home. a place to write and be quiet and play music and just be. where butterflies and bees and animals roam and scurry on the grass and through the fields, where one can admire what is around them without worry of what could be happening. a safe haven.

WILMA; the dove

laid back and relaxed counterpart to wilbur; the divine feminine

visually 27 years old // mtf, feminine preference // autistic/adhd coded // hyper diligent with believers // 6'3"

wilma rules the right sector, the world of beauty and art and femininity. she focuses on bringing love and art to her believers, showing them what beauty is in the world; especially if they hadn’t viewed it in such a way before.

wilma has closer relationships with her believers, not upholding herself to the same strict standards as her brother holds himself. she believes that each person deserves to have a heart and hand reach out to them, pulling them into a hug and away from danger.

through wilma's art you’ll find the many attachments she’s had to her believers but never once giving in. they must have the best mortal life possible, and she can’t meddle with that. it would be unfair to them, cruel even.

her golden rule is this;

‘you must leave them be, even if the heart screams otherwise, let them free like doves must be’

so she paints and she sculpts and her emotions end up seeping into her every piece, and each piece has its place in her home. unlike her brother, her work in creativity is more inline with what she thinks and feels rather than lists of rules and thoughts and worries. she’s a brighter being, sunnier and lighter. she finds peace in everything.

sketchbooks and canvases and have finished sculptures line the halls of her home, making it here through her efforts in the arts.

although her efforts to not let her attachments get the best of her are fruitful for a while, there is (as always) one mortal who causes her to break her only rule. one with a beautiful heart and mind that always finds the sweetness in nature and those around them. someone spiritually equal to her that she can care for and love on and be inspired by.

she grew closer and closer to this mortal, their shared attachment to one another grew into a deep and loving bond, that left the other with a feeling of emptiness when they couldn't have the other.

wilma fought her desire to bring this mortal to her, wanting them to have the best life in their own world they possibly could. she couldn't even dare disrupt it. they could do so much! so much, without wilma.

she fought herself and her mind and her heart, for months it was aching for her mortal. she needed them, but she couldn't give in. her mortal reached out to her many times, without response as she struggled to justify bringing them to her.

finally, after watching her brother give in to his own wants, she does the same. it isn't all that bad, and what's the worst that could happen? her mortal doesn't like it in her world? she could send them back! they'll be happy either way.

so she brought them to her, and they were finally together. her muse was with her, in front of her eyes and in the flesh.

wilma and her mortal spent their days in the flower fields and ponds, embracing and giggling and admiring one another. adoring each other and their flaws and beauties.

as with wilbur, and any other god; wilma has the same fangs and wings. she doesn't choose to hide them as her brother does, keeping them on display, besides when she met her mortal; best not to scare them off.

she takes great pride in her appearance and her special features, showing them off 90% of the time. they don't bother her mortal, so she keeps them on display and she tries her best to show them off.

the right sector is home to the feminine, the beauty and the art of nature. creativity, divinity seep into the ground of this sector. ponds and rivers and fields of flowers adorn this world and make it what it is. it's a safety net for creatives who don't feel there's a place to belong in their own world. a safe haven.

its euphoric in its sights and aesthetics, tunnels covered in vines and flowers, water flowing beneath it. golden light covers the sights in a blanket of love and peace that wilma admires greatly.

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krisnb485 · 5 months ago

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How do Liko and Dot’s quirks interact with each other?

Ok so, to understand the quirk-related interactions between Liko and Dot, first we've gotta explain what their quirks are.

Liko's quirk is named Conduit. Her strong emotions generate energy which is pumped by her heart through her veins. She can transfer this energy onto others to power up their quirks, heal them and output her feelings onto them, which can either uplift their mood or make it horrible depending on how Liko's feeling at the moment. When she gets excess energy, parts of her body crystallize and crystals start growing out of her body in an attempt to adapt itself to the energy. She can use that energy for firing off blasts of energy akin to Tera Blast, manipulating the crystals and separating them from her body to create a shield similar to Terapagos' shell, amongst other things like powering up her own body. She can also willingly drain energy from other lifeforms' bodies in order to further amplify her power, but she can't drain too much or the other person will be greatly weakened or even die because of the lifeforce absorption. She can't have too much energy stored in her body, because if the crystals get too big and bulky, it will interfere in her fighting capabilities and her body will become unstable and could even bring her to death by her body exploding from the inside out, but she also can't output too much either, since once she runs out of energy acquired from other people, she starts taking energy from her own lifeforce, which as explained during the lifeforce absorption part, is fatal for the individual. Her body's warmer than an average human's because of this, and ofc this makes her have a really high emotional sensitivity, similar to her og part but multiplied by ten.

On the other hand, Dot's quirk is named Hydra. It's a mutation quirk that makes her body very reptile-like, with qualities similar to those of a Leviathan, and electric powers akin to electric eels. Her freckles glow depending on her emotional state, and she has two forms; a "repressed form" in which she's smaller and her reptilian traits are less noticeable, and she's weaker and slower in this form as well, and an unrepressed form which amplifies her strength and speed and makes her bigger, like six feet or smthin like that. Because of her reptile-like body, she gets cold easily and is very weak to low temperatures, and commonly craves physical touch with things that are warm and soft, so her comfort items (something something the tism) tend to be a big help in keeping her warm and calm.

Because of Liko's high sensitivity to emotions (and the tism), she tends to get overwhelmed and completely disconnects from her sensory input in order to focus herself on the emotion and energy input she gets, which is uh, NOT good lol. A big part of Liko and Dot's relationship in this AU is physical touch, since Dot's touch on Liko's skin allows Liko to keep herself grounded and not completely dissociate, since the texture of Dot's scales is very comfortable and familiar to her.

Not only that, but as Dot gets more comfortable with physical touch around Liko, her animal-ish instincts to keep herself warm make her crave cuddling with Liko, since Liko's quirk makes her body warmer and she overall makes Dot feel safe when she's around her (HOT/COLD CUDDLING PILE YAYYYYYY)

Going into the more angsty side of things, because of being enrolled in UA and constantly being forced into danger, the entire class 1-A often gets greatly hurt and thrown into Recovery Girl's office and the hospital. Liko would not only often try to help Recovery and/or the doctors and nurses on healing Deku when he gets hurt; which may I remind you, implies HEALING BROKEN ARMS WHICH WERE ALMOST BLOWN UP FROM THE INSIDE OUT, but she would also be really stubborn about healing Dot. But because of Dot's anatomy and her electric powers and stuff, her body requires a lot of energy in order to be properly healed from fatal wounds, and Dot would insist Liko about not trying to heal her and just letting her recover the hard way, since she knows the drawbacks for Liko's quirk. But Liko's so selfless and has so little sense of self-care that she's not stopped by Dot's attempts to make Liko be safe and healthy and heals Dot anyways, who can't really do anything about it since she's on a hospital bed after almost dying. Liko's gonna become super sick and weak after doing that, but don't worry guys Dot's gonna make Liko feel better by having a cuddling session with her on the hospital bed

Elaborating on the cuddling, Liko instinctively craves physical touch as well, since her body's way of self-preservation consists on passively draining other people's energy to make her feel better. So not only would cuddling with Dot make her happy and allow her to generate more energy for both feeling better and healing Dot, but it would also make the energy-draining part much quicker. Liko would have quirk-related trauma from the dangers of the energy absorption and combat properties of her quirk, so at first she would do her utmost effort to get Dot away from her so that she doesn't drain her energy off of her, but Dot would take advantage of her unrestricted form; which she would feel more comfortable with using thanks to Liko and her finding her un-supressed form cute, to keep her from getting out of her arms (I'M NOT NORMAL ABT THESE GIRLS AND THE PHYSICAL TOUCH FLUFF OK I LOVE THEM)

There's much more to this, but some stuff may or may not be too heavy spoilers for certain specific scenes and or story elements, so I feel like this rant serves its purpose.

#kris was here #anonymous #anon ask #thanks anon!#pokemon horizons #my hero academia #horizons x my hero au #hero!liko #hero!dot #hero!likodot

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council-of-beetroot · 6 months ago

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The singular vote is in! Let's discuss the Prussian partition!

Alright so Feliks now has to live with Gilbert. Prior to Gil's rise in power he was a fief under Feliks' rule. Now he's all excited because the tables have once again turned and he will savour every minute of it.

I've covered the forced fem forced marriage au a bunch so I'm taking a different approach but still keeping it in mind.

Gilbert's main goal is really make Feliks symbolically his after so long. Especially given that Gil hates Tolys and Feliks was married to Feliks so it's so fun for Gil to go "Fuck you Laurinaitis! I am fucking your wife!

Some random background that I feel I have to share because it's so fucking funny

When the Prussians took a look at the new piece of the juicy ass that is the country of Poland that they recently acquired, they realised all of Poland looks nothing like on Instagram.

When Frederick is referring to Canada, he is referring specifically to the Iroquois Confederacy as he saw both the Poles and Iroquois to be on the same level of uncivilized.

At this point Gil is also raising a young Ludwig so I feel he decides to kill two birds with one stone and as he is teaching Ludwig the ropes of nationhood and all that stuff, he has Feliks dragged along so Feliks can also get the same quality Prussian education and instruction he lacks. I feel like Feliks often spends quite a bit of time with Ludwig actually as Feliks is alright with kids, and it gives Feliks something to do other than sit on his ass, so Feliks ends up almost in like a nanny nurse situation to Ludwig.

I legit picture Gil a la homeschooling. Blursed, I know

Feliks by naturę baffles Ludwig because he's so spontaneous and free going and without a care compared to Ludwig who is so straight laced and naïve.

At events Gil likes parading Feliks like a trophy. I elaborate on this in my polpru week fills.

I feel like Gil given the Prussian/Russian collaboration on making sure Poland remains subdued, is unafraid to send Feliks right into the hands of Ivan or threaten Feliks that he will send him straight to Ivan which manages to be worse than being with gil.

Probably the worst thing for Feliks living with gil, is most likely the objectification of being treated like a trophy and having Gil constantly belittle and make fun of and just devalue Feliks as a strong, reputable, and capable person.

When Gil is thriving he makes it everyone else's problem

But back on to Ludwig. Feliks and young Ludwig have an entertaining dynamic because Feliks is not like most people in Ludwig's life and Ludwig is a strange kid to Feliks (it's the tism™)

#hetalia #hws poland #hws prussia

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krisanthimum · 1 year ago

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Silly lil HC's of mine

Some of y'all might not know, but tigers are actually so muscular that people have reported on multiple occasions that they've remained standing upright post-mortem. (I don't support poaching in anyway but this is still a SUPER interesting fact)

Now, what does this have to do with ninja turtles you might ask?

The thought has been infesting my brain that two of the turtles would be strong enough to actually hold their position in doomed timelines.

I've seen people do it with Raph before, which makes sense as he's both the biggest and most obviously strongest in the show. It feels naturally fitting for him to meet his end still protecting his family with everything he has! And I love it!

But

You know which other brother is likely strong enough for that?

DONNIE

Leo has more technical strength, fighting by outsmarting his enemies and redirecting their attacks against them more then make that many actual strikes.

Mikey, while proven to be able to thrown massive amounts of weight, it was never without the help of his chains. That combined with the fact that he has a much more momentum based fighting style where nearly all the work is done by the weapon controlled through technique rather than strength means he's not it either!

Besides Raph, Donnie is the only one who fights with his own raw power. I cannot for the life of me remember where I saw it but someone once mentioned that Donnie using the bō staff, a weapon that requires full body control was fitting as struggles with motor control come with the good ole tism (hope that was how to phrase that). He has one of the few weapons that would require him to be fairly muscular to use effectively, consistently!

This fact combined with them being literal supersoilders, which c'mon has gotta mean endurance for days (cough cough Shredder fight), mean that he would not only be able to hold his position, but potentially for days if need be! Though it would 100% be very uncomfy alive ofc

So it's my whole hearted belief that if this boy was in a situation in which his arms were holding him or someone he cared about away from danger, he would be the last to give.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #my hcs #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #i might share some writing i got of this later #idk lol #mixing special interests like soup #look at my witches brew >:]

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soapydoodles · 1 year ago

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[F&F] Myotosis "Myo" Reference

Myosotis Reference for my original project Flora & Fauna :)

A trans mulegirl (she/it) Quick tip: - Myo has thinner limbs and a stockier torso :)! Personality

mild-mannered

stubborn tho

very sweet

But shy as f u ck

Socially awkward bc didn't really know how to be it's own person for a while

Perhaps the tism (?) which doesn't help being quiet and shy

Definitely general anxiety

Paranoid very easily over little things

Quirks

Whenever she gets surprised, her face just. Blanks. Myosotis.exe has stopped responding

Its ears turn red when embarassed/flustered

Myo is very handy with stuff once its learned a skill

Surprisingly strong despite her looks

Touch-starved and will literally m e l t into someone the second it gets touched if it trusts them.

Trivia

Myosotis is the genus of forget-me-nots

Myo’s original name, Venticola, is named after a species of these same flowers

There are several references as to Myo’s backstory

It’s birthday, February 2nd, is Groundhog Day which is a reference to it being treated as a “do-over” child.

Forget-me-nots are mourning flowers

Mules are considered negatively and useless

Myosotis’ favorite food is chocolate-covered raspberries

Backstory (tw for child abuse, death, and neglect) Her parents named their first child, her elder brother, Myosotis. Two years later they had a second child whom they named Venticola. As they grew, Myosotis adored his younger sibling and often hovered over it as its’ self-appointed “protector.” They both got along very well for siblings. Then when Myosotis was around 8, there was an incident. Venticola witnessed the entire thing, and immediately after would be blamed for his death. As such, Venticola’s parents started treating Venticola differently. They started calling her Myosotis and promising she’d see her brother again once she made up for her mistakes. Soon enough it became her new name. As it grew older it learned more of what making up for its mistakes entailed; its parents told it that it was to be used as a new host for the original Myosotis when he was revived. Initially, it was okay with this— afterall, Myo would see its sibling again— however, time went on, and Myo realized more and more that it was to be replaced. It’s body would be taken over and Myo would die. It didn’t want to die. She planned instead. Days before the procedure was to happen, she stole a carriage from her parents and ran as far as she could. She now hates to stay in one place for too long in fear that she’ll be found, even though, rationally, her parents most likely stopped looking after a few years.

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heckyeahgnome · 9 months ago

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I’m struck by the similarities of our culture’s (21st century USA, I can’t vouch for other places, sorry) common perception of what the fey are like and the fact that many of those traits can be explained by autism.

Also for the purposes of this argument, elves and fairies will be used interchangeably because they are both fey depending on the mythology you use. In some occasions, vampires are also included in the fey.

Also, for the purposes of this argument, I will be using my own cultural understanding of autism symptoms. Yes, these come from the internet and have not been fact-checked, but I find that the literature regarding autistic people is lacking when it comes to describing the lived experiences of autistic people. I’m talking about two different cultural understandings, so I’m using my cultural understanding to make the points.

Now that I have covered some of the formalities, here are some similarities I have noticed:

Fairies are known for being extremely true to their word. People with autism are also known for having extreme difficulty telling anything but the truth.

Fairies are known for being mysteriously alluring, often woo-ing people. Autistic people (as we have recently discovered by way of TikTok’s Tism Rizz fad) are also particularly alluring because they make deep eye contact. And talk very candidly to people, which makes them feel at home. (This is speculation, I do not claim to actually know where “Tism rizz” comes from, but our societies anecdotal evidence support the claim that it does in fact exist.)

Fairies are particular about food. Mortal food tastes like ash in their mouth, and they experience their own food on a very deep level. Autistic people are also particular about food. They have same foods and food sensitivities because the textures can be upsetting for them.

Additionally, elves are known to experience the world very deeply. Legolas can see very well. *A Court of Thorns and Roses* fairies can smell, taste, and feel in a way much stronger than we can. Meanwhile, autistic people have very strong senses as well (at least when it comes to negative sensory experiences).

Vampires are frequently bound by rules like “you must be explicitly invited into a house before you may enter” this is similar to the very literal nature autistic people often share which was discussed previously.

I could go on, but I believe there is sufficient evidence to begin seeing the connection.

Now what does this mean for autistic people and fairies? Either our cultural understanding of autistic people overlaps with fairies because we have lasting social remnants of labeling things with the fey, OR fey have been used to label autistic people before autism was discovered scientifically.

Anyways, just something to think about, if you have info to add to this, please let me know because I would be interested in having this as a research topic at some point. (I’m an English Major in a school that focuses on science fiction and medievalism heavily)

#how the fuck do i tag this #fairy #fry #fae #fey #faerie #autism #the tism #tism posting #vampire #elves #tolkien elves #acotar #interesting

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hi valen its hana can i still get a bandori card + essay or has the offer expired

HANAAAA this is so exciting for no reason LOL OKAY. i believe a little bandori propaganda wont hurt anyone. everyone should play bandori it has lesbianism and found family amd GAMBLING BY GACHA

whats there not to love....anyway im giving u....TWO kin assignments. And the first one...one of the highest honors i can bestow onto you. One of my top 5 fav bandori characters which is lisa imai. she really loves gyaru and fashion in general and she also really loves amigurumis but she denies it bcs she feels like it doesnt fit her whole cool charismatic persona LOL. shes really niceys. from the wikia: Lisa is a friendly and lively girl who appears mature and calm. Despite her appearance, Lisa acts as the mediator in tense situations, and takes care of everyone well. It's because of her that Roselia (the band shes in) is able to continue to stick together despite the contrasting members personalities and disagreements at times. She often chides the others if she feels necessary, bringing balance to the group.

Lisa is very caring in nature, and is able to notice when a friend is troubled, usually being the first to try and help. She does her best to do what she can, sometimes to a fault, where she'll put her all into something regardless of her own feelings. Adding to her caring nature, she sometimes calls herself an "onee-san", but the other characters have also compared her to a mother at times.

Despite her skills and proficiency as a bassist Lisa believes she is the least skilled member of Roselia, and can get quite sentimental at times as well. She easily cries when her friends, or especially Yukina, reaffirm just how much she is needed in the band or in general. However as time goes on, she becomes more confident and is able to call herself a proud member of Roselia.

some of my fave cards of hers (theres a lot more cards i love of her her cards just tend to be so so pwetty....)

And the second one is nanami hiromachi:3 shes SO silly shes in a horror research club at her highschool but all they do is watch horror movies rlly...shes so silly that she thinks shes TOO silly and is shy abt it. THE tism is strong in this one....And shes PINK how fitting is that. anyway from the wikia: It is due to her parents' odd nature that Nanami yearns to be a normal girl, as she believes that being normal is the only way to make and keep friends. However, because she inherited their intellect, talent, and artistic skills, people have had high expectations of her. As a result, others were jealous of her and she had no friends at all, especially when she won an art contest in middle school. This isolation resulted in her deciding to hide her talented and genius nature. She joined Morfonica because of the popularity of the girls' band trend, believing that way she'll be able to finally become normal. Nanami is a somewhat peculiar girl who longs to be normal, and constantly wonders whether the things she does or says are normal. She worries about standing out and hides her true self in order to blend in. Due to the fact that she hasn't had many friends, Nanami has no idea how to stop people when they argue and such, was even willing to search the internet for a guide for that.

Though she hides it, she gets excellent grades, has great artistic skill, and is a bit of a prodigy. She tends to brush her achievements off with phrases like "it was just a coincidence" or "this is nothing special". Adding to her genius nature, she is able to do things just with a bit of research on the internet, such as arranging songs or making accessories for the band's outfits. While pursuing the "normalcy" she yearns for, Nanami has sometimes ended up doing things that are hard to achieve normally or aren't regarded as normal, such as getting an average grade on all of her tests.

And my favorite cards of her of course...

I actually have the pond one i saved up for SO LONG to get her....And she came home....AHEEM...my silly genius he/she....

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