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mlmxreader · 2 years

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A Win-Win Situation | Corinthian x m!reader

Anonymous asked: I had this idea for a Corinthian fic where his boyfriend(the reader) is autistic and the corinthian is just very protective of him and maybe some random person says something ableist and the corinthian stands up for him and eventually during the night hunts down the stranger and kills them.

If you have any questions about how to write an autistic character please feel free to pm me.

Also if you don't feel comfortable writing an autistic character that is also completly fine

summary: Corinthian's nature is a violent one, which just so happens to come in handy when people make comments about your autism.

tws: swearing, talk of literal torture, violence, murder, ableism

To be protective was not in the Corinthian's nature, it was not in his known behaviours for him to feel protective or for him to protect anyone but himself, but when he started dating you - his current boyfriend of almost four years - things did change a little; of course, you told him about your autism, and you told him what would trigger certain things and what would help to prevent that or to ease it, and he was more than happy to accommodate your needs where he could and when he could. He was naturally suspicious of others, but when you told him about some of what you had gone through being autistic, he grew more suspicious; outside of your friends and family - people he knew and had met on several occasions - he did not trust any cunt to come near you and speak to you without him.

Corinthian's nature, however, was one of blood; if someone were to ever upset you, his perfectly mortal boyfriend, or to make a derogatory remark about your autism, he would sort it. Happily. To maim and to torture and to kill were some of the most pleasurable things in his books, and he was more than happy to indulge in those pleasures as it was, even more so if it was someone who had harmed his boyfriend. Not unlike a normal couple, as opposed to a literal walking serial killing nightmare and his mortal boyfriend, you and Corinthian did go on dates; usually, he would end up with a target by the end of them, but you didn't pay any mind to that. As far as you were concerned, he did bad things but he wasn't a bad person. He took you wherever you wanted to go; the zoo, the aquarium, the museum, the art gallery, the cinema, restaurants, pubs, clubs - all you had to do was say a name and he would deal with the rest and would whisk you away for a couple of hours.

He preferred the clubs, if he was honest, as pounding music and cramped bodies often gave him a better chance for a kill without being caught. But he did like to sit with you in the museum, looking at whatever caught your interest and attention; usually things from the Great War. Oh, the stories he could have told you if you had known what he was. If only you had known. He could have told you so many deliciously graphic and gory stories. He wanted to, he really did, but he couldn't risk you knowing he was a literal nightmare; he didn't want to risk losing you, as odd as it sounded, as he had found more than a fondness for you. So perfectly mortal. So oddly fascinating and with such brilliant eyes that he missed it when he didn't see you the second you woke up.

Still, when it came to things like stimming, certain textures and tastes and smells that made your senses recoil and writhe in horror, when it came to ensuring that you weren't overstimulated, Corinthian was pretty good; he wasn't there constantly, he couldn't be, but he did what he could for you. Anything to help his perfectly mortal boyfriend.

You were both just walking down the street after Corinthian had dragged you along clothes shopping with him, he didn't want any of his clothes to cause you sensory issues, so he had decided to ensure that each piece got your approval; you had your arms wrapped around his bicep, wearing your headphones and listening to songs that scratched a certain itch at the back of your head, quite content as you let him walk you back to the car. But then he heard it. He knew that word, and he knew exactly what it meant, and although you had not heard it, he gently tapped your fingers and cleared your throat.

"Go sit over there a second," he growled, giving you the shopping bags and squaring up to the person who had dared to make a comment like that.

They looked up at him with a scoff. "What? You're offended that I said the truth?"

"You do realise what that word means," Corinthian growled. "Don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," they nodded. "It means fucking Lenny over there with the fucking rabbits."

Grabbing them by the throat, Corinthian pinned them against the wall, his voice low and menacing as he snarled. "Say it again, and I will make sure that everyone knows what your insides look like."

"You're being sensitive!" They gasped. "Why can't that fucking idiot be normal?!"

He squeezed their throat a little harder. "I don't think I made myself clear. You insulted my boyfriend, called him a slur... tell me: if I tied you down, put a rat on your stomach, covered it with a bucket, and put hot coals on the metal - how long do you think you'd have until it chewed through your organs?"

They swallowed thickly, grabbing his wrist to try and get him off. "Let me go you fucking freak!"

"No," he shook his head. "Apologise."

"I'm sorry!" They cried out. "Tell Forrest Gump I'm sorry! Please!"

Corinthian let them go, but not before he grabbed their wallet and got their address from their licence; he hummed, walking over back to you and tapping you on the shoulder, putting on that sickly charming smile and offering you his arm. He didn't need to tell you when you didn't ask, he could simply say he had heard them say something else; maybe something about how workers rights weren't in jeopardy due to the Tory government. He wasn't sure. He could make something up to make sure that he was still clear that they deserved it. But then he loaded the bags in the boot of his car, and held the door open for you to get in, and he smiled as he sat in the driving seat, his hands on the wheel as he turned to you.

"You didn't hear what they say, did you?"

"No," you admitted. "Why?"

"It was bad," Corinthian replied, "people like that shouldn't be allowed to have mouths."

A sick idea came into his head, making him grin.

"Corin?" You looked him up and down.

"Yeah?" He hummed, that grin dropping immediately, all the nightmare's focus on you.

"You gonna drive?" You laughed, making him grumble a little as he started the ignition and reversed out of his spot before getting on the road.

If you were honest, you loved Corinthian's car; the opened top and the radio blasting and the steady and smooth way it glided along the roads, the feeling of your headphones around your neck and nothing but the music could be heard; today it was a Sabaton day, and Corinthian knew that you loved their 'Coat of Arms' album. He had it playing, the CD on repeat.

Corinthian took you home, made your favourite for tea and did so knowing exactly how you liked it, he hung around for as long as he could; but when night fell and everything was quiet and you were sound asleep, he snuck out. He found the address with ease, and he caught them again; they didn't seem too apologetic until he had them tied down and was brandishing his knife with a grin. Daring to laugh. He was going to take a lot of pleasure in this.

He didn't return to your side until the afternoon, and by then, the news was already in the papers about his little noble deed; he couldn't help but to laugh when he saw the headlines. It was deserved, and more than that, the kill had given him enough pleasure to keep him going for a while; maybe a week, maybe a week and a half.

But when he did return to your side, he put his arm around you, and hummed softly, unable to stop smiling. "Anything you wanna watch?"

You instinctively and immediately cuddled into him, humming quietly as you ran your fingers over the fabric of his jacket; it was so soft, but it didn't give you that odd and awful sensation that other soft textures did. He smelled like metal, but he always did. "I was thinking we could start that show - y'know, the one about the superheroes acting like cunts?"

"Sure," Corinthian agreed with a curt nod. "Anything you want."

No one was going to mess with you, and almost certainly, no one was going to get away with thinking that they could make comments about your autism; Corinthian was going to make damn fucking sure of that. And as far as he was concerned, it was a win-win situation; he could protect you, and he could indulge in his favourite pleasures all the same. It was perfect. You were his perfect mortal boyfriend.

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astroellipse · 2 years

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vent :l

slightly drunk. probably a bad choice hopefully power metal will keep the bad thoughts away. hopefully if i put them all in here it’ll be fine! i don’t even know who i’m talking to, there’s like 10 people nowadays that see anything i post, but what fucking ever! it gives me some peace of mind that anybody might see what i say, even if they don’t. even if it’s probably better that they don;t.

good fucking god relationships are a bitch. i’ve mentioned my boyfriend a few times here and there and. hoo boy. holy shit. i am getting Frustrated. maybe i need to stop crushing on men ~1.5x my age. i don’t know. right now it seems like i might have been used by a man during a transitional period of his life for company a second time. maybe not. i hope not. the first time definitely, this time god i fucking hope not.

but then again it’s naive to think my first relationship literally ever would work out perfectly, right? i know better now, and if there has to be a next time then so be it i guess. i figured this might happen anyways. i warned him i’ve got some stupid shit goin on in my head, there were times where i acted a bit paranoid but i always mad sure to apologize and acknowledge my faults and it hasn’t happened in over a month where i come to him spouting nonsense trying to work through an anxiety attack...

and still, he’s wary about everything i say. i ask him what he’s up to, he asks why and tries to get me to admit some ulterior motive. he hasn’t spoken to me of his own volition in a month now. i haven’t heard anything even bordering on nice, much less affectionate. he doesn’t return i love yous or good nights or please rest wells. he doesn’t have the time or energy, apparently. in some part i can understand. he works 5 days a week and helps his grandparents all days on his days off, and is stuck doing paperwork most other times.

but still, he doesn’t even pretend to enjoy it when i talk to him, or try to tell him good night when i do on occasion or anything. i get worried that he’s stopped being interested in me, then then he’d break up with me, right? or maybe he’s debating with himself too. or maybe he does enjoy it but he’s too tired and preoccupied to realize he’s being kinda rude like every time i try to talk to him. he is autistic and has told me that he does not particularly enjoy talking in the first place but in the past, before he claimed he was just too busy and stopped talking to me almost altogether, he still said good night and good morning to me most days. then one day he stopped, and didn’t respond to anything i said, and then got annoyed with me when i got worried after a few days.

my other worry is, am i ok with him acting like this every time he’s under stress? how would he react if we were in person? is it worth going through? i thought i loved him, but i’m not entirely certain if i can love this, him being comfortable with acting like this for an entire month and more as this goes on. i don’t know. it’s hard to think about.

and i’m still worried whether his love is genuine. the second it became difficult he completely shut himself off from me. now this is a bit different from the first time this happened, that was best friend not boyfriend, but still. being completely shut out sucks ass.

i don’t know. i think being rejected in that way again might break me. i’m already fucked up about rejection. i thought it was very literally impossible to like me before that best friend i mentioned. i don’t want to think like that again. i don’t have anyone else so close. well, i don’t have anyone close at the moment. i have friends, some friends i’m getting along with better than ever before and others i’m drifting from, but none of them are friends that i feel like i can really talk to. none are the sorts i can tell random thoughts or worries, or invite to do things or be invited. i’m a stupid fucking introverted shut in. i can’t even rely on college to make friends, it’s all online and independent. goddamn i’m a jealous piece of shit.

jesus christ and there’s the self hate. that’s the big reason i need therapy, hopefully i can actually make the fucking appointment on monday. i pussied out today because i’m a useless goddamn pansy. god. aren’t i funny? i try to make my outward personality as kind as i can, even cutesy or air headed, but i hate myself with a passion. i’m analytical to boot. i admittedly think so harshly about those around me.

almost every day i contemplate dying. it’s been like this for years. there have been stretches where i don’t, where i actually felt alright, but it’s happening again. i don’t think i’ll actually do it. even if i still feel bad about having nobody close i still have normal level friends. i think i’d be missed. and i couldn’t do that to my sisters. but i still think about it.

okay i tihnk i’m done now. if you read all that thanks ilu but also why would you do that to yourselfd

#collecting my thoughts #a heavy one #could have been longer but i dont wanna think about it anymore

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vsa-pieldepapel · 2 years

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Oh Kris, oh baby, oh. Okay, I'm dumping a bit here, and I hope I don’t strike a cord within you, but overwhelming curiosity has me wondering if you might agree:

What if because they're the only human in Hometown, they don't recognize that they differ from other humans? They assume that their deviations from "the norm" are due to being human? What if their discomfort/confusion with being autistic coincides with their species dysphoria?

What if that's why Toriel constantly checked that human caretaking guidebook out from the Librarby? Because everything the guidebook said about human behavior only applied to neurotypical humans?

What if, because they think that their autistic traits are due to their humanity, they never get properly diagnosed and never receive proper treatment?

Oh my god, autistic Kris makes the entire possession situation even more upsetting. They're quiet, they're not talkative, but the Player forces them to interact with every enemy and person and vendor and chest and piece of furniture, never letting a piece of dialogue or flavor text go unseen. The whole forcing Kris out of their comfort zone thing really just hits harder.

Holy shit, holy shit, I'm convinced of its canonicity now. I'm convinced. There's too much subtext that just fits perfectly. Like, as much subtext as their nb-ness (kind of subtext? Kind of not).

>i hope I don’t strike a chord within you

You did, everything related to this shit does, but thats fine I know when I have to distance myself from it and i dont blame others for it. So I’ll treat it more about kris the fictional character and less about my life experiences, using the latter only to inform the former. Thoughts under cut. again I dunno if this post will Disappear later on lol

-I disagree. I do think kris has very little knowledge of other humans and has maybe never seen one irl, but the human standard and the monster standard seem just close enough even in monster-only hometown kris is weird. Kris is aware they’re different. I think part of it may be them conflating both physical and mental differences. both compound to make them feel extra isolated

-the book, i never thought it was about That, though I can see toriel noticing the differences. I think toriel took it out constantly because of the different challenges that came w a human kid, aka diet, clothes for winter, illnesses, blood and injuries, puberty, etc. maybe there was a behaviour aspect to it but I dont think it was the main reason. I think kris has a female/xx/afab body because afab autistics are so good at masking it makes a clinical difference, which is why everyone refers to kris as a weirdo but the A word is never brought up. They’re just good at covering up the deeper shit

-The diagnosis thing is another reason why I stick with femkris (I’ll just use that for brevity cus picking the terms is hard okay? Correct it in your mind). I got diagnosed at 21. i dont doubt they would finish teenagehood without a diagnosis, if they ever get it at all. I dont think it’s necessarily because of the species thing so much as people just sticking to “weirdo” and “quirky” and never bothering to research on a deeper level (as tends to happen irl)

-As for the nb thing, I’ll be real, Per the net’s definition im a “desister”. I was abt to buy a binder and socially transition at age 19. My hairs been very short for years, my fashion very androgynous, i get called young man/boy/sir outside and inside the net constantly and I was always ostracised by girls... I like femkris because it brings back memories from that time and the % of autistics who transition (and desist, detransition, or just stay in their new identity) is high (so like the whole thing is interconnected). sometimes I scarcely feel like a human at all, much less like whatever standards people have for “girls”. I use they them for kris because of nostalgic value/cus it’s what the game does. I think they’d probably stick to being nb for life cus monster kid does too without any problem. This parts projection and very cringey. I am sorry you had to read this kek. I would rather not go on a rant about this part of my life because I know no one cares

Finally on the possession and it being canon- I don’t like the way the fandom acts about the possession sometimes. I think kris has enough of a will even under Player to give strict boundaries. Kris saves Susie of their own will for example, and if you make them say something they don’t want to they will twist it around to be a joke or sarcastic. I like to think when the game gives you an option to do something, it is because kris, consciously or subconsciously, is willing to do it, and if they really don’t want to do something, they won’t let you. But only two chapters are out- we just don’t have enough information to know this yet

I also don’t think it’s canon. I don’t think Toby fox went out of his way to write this in deliberately, because I know my autist brain loves pattern recognition and connecting little dots of information, cataloguing and labelling it, and that is probably how I come up with all the random shit i do. I wouldnt take it as canon until either the game or Toby make it explicitly stated. Its just something I like to think for fun or comfort, and I would def not use it to enforce anything

Like the other post, if this gets trouble from tumbler dot com it shall go in the gutter

#deltarune #kris deltarune #vsa answers #not even gonna add a drawing here this is pure analysis #autism bullfuckery

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fakeloveaskblog · 2 years

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(Hi, me again. I’m sorry that the blog isn’t getting much attention because it definitely deserves it, you come up with really nice stories and I love reading your updates. I hope the regular people come back soon but in the meantime I have another ask for Janus. (I was holding back because i was worried that other people weren’t getting a chance to send asks but I will happily send more as I love seeing characters respond to my asks, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.) hope life is treating you well and have a great day!)

Hi Janus, First of all you are not a hateable person in any way shape or form even though some people do hate you their opinions are not universal so you shouldn’t worry about Logan’s parents hating you just because your parents do.

Secondly try not to freak out too much, if you try your best to be your amazing, loveable self than I’m sure they will absolutely love you. Don’t worry about playing to expectations they want to meet you not some idealised “perfect” version of you which would honestly probably be fairly boring because your imperfections are what make you, you and you are incredible so don’t try to hide or change that for the sake of pleasing other people.

Also if the worst happens and they don’t like you, which is perfectly fine and wouldn’t be you fault some people just don’t click, then as long as you are civil with each other it shouldn’t be a problem, it will be disappointing because it’s important to you to have Logan’s parents like you but at the end of the day Logan’s opinion of you is the only one that matters because he is the person that you are dating.

This is all under the assumption that they won’t like you which as I said before I don’t think I’d likely. Now hopefully that should help somewhat with your nerves, if you are still worried, which is a perfectly reasonable thing to feel, maybe ask Logan and Patty to reassure you as they know Logan’s parents well and can give you more information, I personally find I always feel better when I have all the facts but that might just be my autistic brain talking so it might not help you much. Just remember that no matter what happens Logan will still care about you.

(I also have some words for Remus)

Hi Remus congratulations on sleeping with Janus, that sounds like a big deal for you so I’m glad it went well. This is the lawnmower ghost by the way here with more fun fact to brighten up your day first of all did you know that cellphones have ten times the bacteria on them that the average public toilet! Also roughly 250,000 deaths are caused by medical error each year and last but not least did you know when a group of rats living in close quarters get their tails tangled together (this can happen for many reasons), they’re called a rat king! That all for now but I will return with more at some undisclosed point in the future. Bye!

(aw thanks <3 glad to hear the asks are making u happy also don't worry if multiple people send asks about the same thing i most of the time make sure to use all the asks C:)

Remus was laying on the couch with his mouth half full of chinese takeout (including the box it came in). Rowan was laying on the other side. they were casually kicking at each other while watching tv.

He burst out into cackles when he read the first sentence of our message “Ro! Ro! They said I slept with Jannie!”

“I am an adult. Such childish jokes does not humor me!! I am a mature being!!” She replied while holding back chuckles.

“But uh yeah” He fiddled with his hoodie sleeves “I- I never got a lot of sleep- or well not a lot of safe sleep when I was with uh Os....spending the night with Jan.....meant a lot”

He and Rowan listened as you listed the facts. Remus got a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Ro-boat give me your phone!!”

“You are not licking my phone to get it’s bacteria!!!”

Remus launched on top of her to try and get her phone but she pulled her arm away so he couldn’t reach while bonking him on the head with her other arm. He pouted.

“You’re boring. I’m drawing 1000 rat kings and you can’t stop me”

“Why would I stop you??? Unless you’ve created a magic that let’s you create life out of drawings”

The twins locked at each other and silently nodded. They both jumped up from the couch to go and look for spells that could turn drawings into life.

“Hello” Janus mumbled back.

They were sitting curled up against Logan’s side. Their boyfriend had noticed their unease and changed to the backseat of the car to comfort them.

Logan nodded along as you spoke “Well it certainly sounds like your friend here speaks nothing but facts. You are indeed not at all hateable”

He leant down to press a kiss to Janus’ forehead which made them muster a half smile. “So you are basically telling me to act natural? I suppose if me and Lo’s parents will meet more times it would be good if they met the actual me. But- well it’s totally not at all like if i start acting natural I will get nervous and as you know I become so incredibly honest when I’m nervous! Just the world’s biggest truth bomb! People love it when they’re obviously lied to right to their face!”

“I liked it”

“Really now?”

“I found it intriguing, even cute if I may say so”

“Oh great I will charm your parents with my cuteness”

“That’s how I did it” Patty butted in from the front seat “Oh look there’s our old school!”

By now they had driven far enough to get into the outskirts of the couple’s childhood town. She pointed out at an old middle school. The kind where the swings were left broken for months and the books where old enough that their parents had once used them. It was the only one in town.

They drove past a supermarket where groups of teens where hanging around. A knock off burger king followed. The closest mall was 45 minutes away. The cinema even further away. There were however 2 churches somehow. Hopefully in one of them, in the prayer bench right in the corner, the small pencil drawing of Logan and Patty holding hands was still carved into the wood.

Janus deflated like a small weasel “Great. We’re almost there”

Your message continued. Logan was still nodding along.

“I must admit my parents liking you isn’t even that important to me. Though it would be a bonus if they did, which I am sure they will”

“Your invisible friend is right, we should have probably told you a bit more about them beforehand. They’re just really nice okay” Patty assured “They used to be punks when they were our age and they lived in New York y’know during the 80′s so I don’t think you’ll exactly baffle them”

Janus squeezed his boyfriend’s hand and sent him puppy snake eyes. He put on such an extra look he looked like a wet puddle “Do wyou pwomise you’ll still cware about me?” He had to hide the genuine question in sarcasm.

“No doubt about it. Always. No questions asked” He replied in his most serious tone.

Janus took a deep breathe and did rapid hand stims to try and psych himself up. He sat up a little straighter from his deflated position.

“I will totally do this. I will totally completely definitely be able to do this and it will go greA-”

Janus was flung into the seat in front of him as the car stopped abruptly. He stopped himself with his hands and looked around with his breathe hitched in his throat to see what had happened. Patty’s hands still lingered on the steering wheel but her eyes were focused on a house across the street.

The house had been decorated to the ninth with colorful Christmas lights blinking from every tree in the garden. The lights were on in the windows and music could be faintly heard.

“They’re having a party” Patty said without looking away.

Logan reached out and took her hand. He pressed a kiss to her skin before gently moving his thumb up and down to comfort her.

They stayed in silence as Patty continued to look into the house. She saw two older people as well as 3 kids. The oldest was at most 10, the only one of her siblings she’d actually met.

“They wouldn’t recognize me anyway” She mumbled as she turned back to the road and continued to drive.

Logan kept holding her hand for the rest of the short car ride. His parents lived only a few blocks away after all. It was a smaller house. It stuck out like a very healthy thumb with it’s rich garden. His dad took meticulous care of every tree, plant and vegetable. (One of Logan’s first experiments had been trying to see what kind of music would make the plants grow the fastest. His dad had been very proud)

Janus looked a little green as they got out of the car. They leant against their boyfriend’s arm to not run away and hide in a deep dark bog. Patty was the one that knocked.

The door opened. Logan’s parents had similar neutral expressions on their faces as their son usually had. Their son nodded at both of them while greeting and they nodded back. Before he launched into their arms and they both embraced him. They hugged him so hard they nearly lifted him off the ground, which was impressive since he was taller than both of them.

Once they’d finally let him out of the hug they both went to hug Patty. The mother cupped her cheeks and beamed as she said “Hello deary. You’re looking as gorgeous as ever”

“Aw you’re not looking half bad either. I like your new glasses”

They both let out OhohOHohO sounds as they moved their glasses up and down at each other as if to wave.

Janus stayed awkwardly right at the start of the hallway. They didn’t know if they were supposed to take their jacket off or not. Until both of the parents turned to them.

The dad held out his hand “And you must be Janus?”

“Last time I checked yes. The real one too. Not a clone” Janus blurted back while taking his hand.

He let up into a hearthy laugh, nothing like Logan’s. “Well I’m Kenneth and this is Christy”

“Nice to uhm meet you”

Kenneth looked like a rocker from the 80′s had randomly aged 30 years. He had long greying hair and a band t-shirt under his knitted cardigan. Christy had thick glasses with flowers on them matching her flowery jumpsuit and the kind of curly hairstyle a grandma would be jealous of. She also had both her arms absolutely filled with tattoos.

The hallway was small and cluttered with framed movie posters and abstract art filling the walls. The house smelled of salmon and roses.

“So” Christy clasped her hands together “Have you committed any arson together yet? Thrown any bricks through windows?”

“Not yet” Logan replied.

She jokingly pulled in his ear “Unwise son unwise I say. Couples who run from pigs together stay together”

Janus was nervously pulling in the beads in his hair while unsure of what to say. christy waved it off.

“It was just a joke dear. Don’t worry. Oh look at the time. It’s almost Donald Duck time, we should go to the living room”

They passed the dining room that was half connected to the kitchen and a very messy room they liked to call the “interest room”. Let’s just say Logan had gotten his neurodiversity from his mother’s side of the family and she changed interests about 2 times a year. Right now she was really into sculpting poisonous plants, so the half finished statues were filling the room.

Kenneth turned the tv on while the rest sat down on the couch. The cartoon which played every year on Christmas at the exact same time started the exact same way it did every year. Janus stuffed a ridiculous amount of raisins into his drink because the only thing keeping him calm was cramming food into his mouth.

He looked over to Patty and Logan who sat cuddled up under a big blanket. They had the side of their heads leant against each other and every now and then they both somehow turned their heads at the exact same time to kiss, like they could feel deep down in their bones when the other felt smoochy.

Janus pulled their beanie further down on their head as they forced back a feeling akin to jealousy. They really wanted some boyfriend cuddles right now but they were far too scared of his parent’s thinking lower of them, or worse thinking they were disgusting for it. They knew Patty and Logan were far from a straight couple but they were still a guy and a girl.

So Janus sat there for the entire hour and awkwardly sipped on their drink. Every conversation or funny comment that was said sounded like static to them.

Eventually they were pulled up from the couch and dragged out into the dining room. The table had 5 chairs around them. Kenneth had made the napkins look like flowers. There was a wine bottle on the table which everyone shared. Janus was still a bit zoned out as Christy welcomed everyone to dinner and told them the first part of the meal was out in the kitchen. It wasn’t until they had started to eat some of the eggs, salmon and herring on their plate they were able to zone back in into the conversation.

The walls were covered with shelfs. They were all filled to the brim with stuff. If it wasn’t stacks of DvDs it was CDs or books. There was a shelf dedicated to the crafts Logan had made as a kid for his science experiments, several photoalbums and a collection of star trek DvDs that were labeled as extra important since the show was their son’s special interest. There were even some of Patty’s art’s and crafts on the same shelf like they were just as proud of her creations even if it was mostly amateur collages and bead bracelets.

Patty was telling them about some recipes she’d been making. About how Logan had researched a bunch of science about yeast so he could help her make bread. There was a comfortable lul in the way they all talked that made Janus feel like he had forced himself into a situation he wasn’t supposed to be in.

Until both Christy and Kenneth turned to him. They were both sitting on the opposite side of the table.

“So, just out of curiosity here, how did you and Logan meet exactly?” Kenneth asked.

Obviously they both already knew. Logan had called them nearly everyday while he had just started to crush on Janus since he could tell it was a really serious crush and also he wanted to gush.

Janus looked for words but found none that fit “It was at work” They finally got out “We had a lot of shifts together”

“He would start to stammer every time I asked if he wanted me to make coffee for him as well” Logan added. He reached out to place his hand on top of his partner’s but Janus moved his hand away.

“Aw I remember when me and Kenneth actually got to talking 2 hours after meeting, it was at a bar concert so there wasn’t much time to speak, he was tripping over his words like a wet rag”

“I was quite literally a wet rag actually. It was very sweaty in those bars. And Christy looked so....If i may use some newer terminology” He looked over to Logan who nodded at him “‘very pog and fab’“

“I had shoplifted hairspray from walmart and was using the plastic bag as a shirt” “She was using a plastic bag as a shirt!” They said at the same time.

Janus was keeping their eyes on their plate “I like your movie collection. It’s uhm interesting. Please go on about for a long time....” They added quietly “so i don’t have to talk”

The couple tried to come up with some movies in their collection to recommend to them. Logan had been clear about them liking reptiles, philosophy and scooby doo after all. But Janus mostly mumbled out some vague civil response.

For the rest of the main dinner Janus continued to stay out of the conversation. All while eating the sausages, ham and meatballs. All while the Christmas porridge began to cook on the stove. There was an anxious feeling gripping around their throat, they were sure if they started to speak they would say something wrong and ruin everything.

The rest of the people there chatted on without them anywhere. They compared their wordle streaks and discussed which dog Patty and Logan should adopt with the same importance as discussing adopting an actual child.

Christy clasped her hands together “Does anyone feel for coffee?” She looked at Patty “Or hot chocolate?”

“With marshmallows?”

“With marshmallows!”

They moved over to the living room. Logan set a cup of hot chocolate in front of Janus and held back the urge to kiss them on the forehead. Christy, Kenneth and their son all drank solid black coffee with exactly half a cube of sugar in it.

It had started to darken outside. Kenneth went to get a lighter for the candles and when he returned he was also carrying a photo album. He sent a look to his wife which made them both snicker. He sat down next to her and moved his hands around her upper arm while she held up the photo album.

“Logan?” Christy asked with a smile.

“Are you planning on showing pictures from my childhood?”

“Yes!”

“Well they are just previous states of my self. Nothing unusual about it. Sure”

She moved the album to the middle of the table so everyone could see clearly and opened it up to a page. The first photo Janus saw was of Logan, maybe 7 years old, focusing very hard on making a volcano in a sandbox while Kenneth helped by handing him play shovels.

Honestly if it wasn’t for the familiar look of concentration and the dark blue eyes Janus probably wouldn’t have recognised him. Aside from him being a kid and super short, he was also very thin. Gaunt even. His black hair reached down far past his shoulders. His glasses were ridiculously big for a kid. He had bangs????

“I didn’t know you used to have long hair?” Janus mumbled to him.

“I was attempting to look like my dad since I thought he looked very cool”

“You thought? You no longer think so?” Kenneth pretended to wipe a tear away “Guess my cool days are over”

“Indeed. Very sad. A true tragedy” Logan replied sarcastically.

The next photo showed a just as tiny Logan dressed up in a Data cosplay. His parents were wearing matching generic star trek costumes to not steal his spotlight. They seemed to be at some con. The tiny Lo had his usual monotone expression but his arms were blurry from flapping.

The family happily explained to Janus the memories surrounding the different photos as they continued to show them. He still didn’t respond with more than general nice words.

Christy was about to turn the page but suddenly hesitated. She glanced at Janus before looking to Patty “Dear, you start coming in in these next pictures”

Patty waved it off “It’s fine, thanks. It’s just Jannie”

“Alrighty then”

A series of photos showed Patty and Logan in the living room. Blowing out candles, opening gifts, etc. There was a banner saying Happy birthday to Lo for turning 12. It was kind of amusing to see Patty be the taller one of them. She’d apparently always been on the fuller side so it literally looked like she could pick him up and throw him out the window if she wanted to.

Even though her smile looked genuine it didn’t look happy. Maybe happy wasn’t the right word. She looked out of place. Uncomfortable. Like she was constantly waiting for something to happen.

“Oh. Right. It was the first birthday party where it wasn’t just my parents and me. It was an incredibly happy day” Logan said in his dry tone.

“That’s nice” Was all Janus got out as a response.

Patty looked at the clock “Gosh I think I have to go. I was meeting up with some of my friends, y’know the lovers from my cosplay club, at a restaurant not far away remember? I’ll be back tomorrow so don’t start eating breakfast without me!!”

Christy and Kenneth both leaned in to give her quick hugs “Of course not. we would never miss out on your life changing pancakes”

They all said merry Christmas to each other and Logan gave her a kiss before she stood up to leave. Janus’ eyes had widened in a panic. He pressed his lips so tightly shut his skin nearly turned white. He shoot up and excused himself to go after Patty.

“Jannie! Great!” Patty exclaimed as she saw them. She was standing in the hallway fixing with her dress “Can you help me with my tits? I do not let my Logie stick a syringe into my thigh every other day to then not show off the fruits of my labor”

“I thought you injected the E” They replied while helping her.

“Needles are scary!!”

“Then take it in pill form???”

“No!! Then I wouldn’t have Logie cuddle and comfort me for being so brave about the needle every other day!!”

“Understandable then. You didn’t tell me you were going away!! You can’t just leave me with Logan and his parents!? I will die! They will kill me! They will roast me like a pig over the fire!”

Patty finished finicking with her dress and took out her phone “I did tell you” She showed some of their text messages.

“.......Okay....You might have told me. But I forgot!! Patty! Dear Patty cake! You can not do this me! Mercy please think mercy fully!”

“Honey please” She cupped their cheeks and made them met her eyes “Take a deep breathe. It will go fine. They already love you, trust me, I can tell. They loved you the moment they saw that you made Logan happy in ways only a few people ever can”

Janus placed their hands on top of hers and sighed “But what if I say something wrong? What if I get too close to Logan? What if they think I’m disgusting?”

“They won’t! I promise they won’t. I really get your fear. I made Logan keep quiet about us for a few years. I was scared because we both thought we were two gay guys together, and Logan had never thought about liking guys before meeting me. But his parents never thought any ill of me even if they could have easily taken it as me converting him. He’s told me that the morning after we had told them we were a couple the first thing they asked him was if he needed any date or gift ideas. And the second thing they asked was if they had to have a talk about how to have safe sex”

“My parents would never take it that well”

“Neither would mine”

Patty looked unusually serious as she continued.

“I had to run away when I was 16 because of the fear of being forced into conversation therapy. You know that. They took me in here without question. When I told Logan I was trans I was sobbing out of mind ‘cause I was sure that meant I would end up homeless and drug addicted and selling my body and all alone until I died, because that’s what my parents told me happened to all trannies” She let up into a chuckle “After comforting me Logan’s first thought was to ask if that meant he was straight. And his second thought was to promise he would make sure I would never end up alone. It was Christy who took me shopping so I could get a whole new wardrobe that actually felt like me. It was them who fought for literal years so I could get hormones. It was them who assured me my parents hadn’t always spoken the truth. If they can take me transitioning and Logan going from identifying as gay to straight to bi and poly in a few years I assure you they can take you kissing Logie”

Janus leant into her arms and she hugged them in return. She rubbed her hand up and down his back.

“It’s okay. I get that the fear doesn’t go away. Sometimes I still see hell in my dreams. But you’re allowed to feel safe, you should be able to”

They took a deep breathe and nodded. They reminded themself of the things you had said earlier.

“I hope you have fun with your kinda girlfriends. Merry Christmas”

“Merry Christmas Jannie”

She moved out of the hug and kissed them before leaving. Janus stayed in the hallway for another minute, slowly breathing in and out. They went back into the living room and sat down next to their boyfriend.

They were still looking at photos. Logan was gushing about the photos he and Patty had from prom. He was in a suit with star trek earrings in. She had on a dress and her hair was reaching to her neck. For the first time in all of the photos her smile looked as real as it did nowadays.

(They hadn’t actually gone to prom. Patty had been vehemently hated by all of the boys in their class ever since she was like 7 and Logan hadn’t felt like making his fists bloody on prom night. So they had just dressed up and gone to the nearest Applebee's before stargazing all night)

Janus hand shook a little as they reached out and placed it on top of Logan’s. Their boyfriend sent them a warm look as he intertwined their fingers. Their voice was even more shaky as they spoke up.

“So if I remember correctly and if I am still in the same timeline you uhm asked me how me and Logan meet, correct?”

The parents nodded “Don’t tell me you lied about meeting at work. Did you meet in the hospital? At a weirdly themed party? Prison?”

“Oh no. Nothing of that cool sort. It was actually very boring. I just- I said it so vaguely. To be honest it took a week after meeting him until I felt anything for him” Janus confessed.

“Let me guess. Did he tell you facts about black holes? Does usually work perfectly for flirting right Logan?”

“Infodumping about black holes have been proven to only work with women actually. To the men I usually tell them about the names on all the bones in their body. For nonbinary people it usually helps to mention some form of slug and or baked good I’ve made”

Janus squeezed his hand “Well Logan came up to me while I had gotten stuck reading the backsides of the books about reptiles while working. He asked if there was anything wrong with the books. In a panic told him I liked snakes....The next day during our lunchbreak....He was wearing a star patterned tie and he was beautiful.......And he was reading a book about snakes....He told me....He told me he didn’t know that much about snakes but now he wished to know more so we could discuss it together....He told me he liked talking to me....He told me he hoped learning about my interest would mean we would speak more often....It was the kindest thing anyone had done to me....I fell in love instantly”

Christy and Kenneth both let out similar replies. Something about “Aww” And “That sounds like our Logan”

“It’s always a good reminder when we hear that we were able to raise him right. Or not raise him exactly. That we let the good parts of him that where always there blossom” Kenneth said.

Logan smiled at his partner “It’s funny. I fell in love the day after. There were these group of young teens that sometimes comes to the library during school hours. I think during their lunch. I usually didn’t pay them any mind unless they were playing loud music. But Janus grabbed me by my arm while they were there and asked me if I could also tell. Tell that those kids were skipping lunch because they were afraid of being bullied. Tell that they were hungry. He got this wonderful wide almost sinister smile as he asked me to help him steal all of the cookies from the breakroom so these kids could get some food. It’s not unusual for me to get minor or even major crushes but from the first instance of my heart beginning to beat faster after he said that I knew it was far more than that”

Janus leant their head against his shoulder “I still give them a few dollars so they can get lunch every time I see them”

“I know you do. I love you for it. And for the other tiny things that eventually turn into big things that eventually turn into never wanting to lose you”

Logan hesitated but Janus nodded as they met eyes. He leant in and gave them a quick kiss right on their lips. It tasted like herring but it was worth it.

A ringing came from the kitchen. All three of the family members got up at the exact same time and said almost in unison “The porridge!”

They came back with 4 bowls of Christmas porridge and sat them around the table. Christy looked at Kenneth and poked at his cheek

“This year I will get the porridge almond! You have had your fair share of almond wishes already. Time for me to wish for a grandchild!”

“Please tell me you’re planning on only wishing for a grandchild between Lo and Patty” Janus replied.

She smiled “...Sure”

They ate while discussing black holes and the latest space pictures. Janus got to the bottom of the bowl and saw an almond sticking up. They took it and held it up. Everyone did a civil little clap and gave them time to think up a wish.

They closed their eyes and thought. Their mind immediately went to Remy. Remy who was probably all alone with their abuser all day and night. Remy who was in constant pain. Remy who Janus didn’t know how to help.

Janus silently wished that Remy if nothing else at least could have a happy Christmas. Hopefully the universe would listen even if Christmas day was technically almost over.

“I’ve made my wish”

“Getting the almond during your first year here must be a good sign. Right honey?” Kenneth asked.

Christy nodded back “Indeed dear. A great sign in fact. Very scientific”

They stayed by the couches for a few more hours. Janus let Logan move his arm around them and pull them close to his side. He liked to roll the beads in their hair between his fingers.

They played card games and talked about why Janus had decided to become a librarian and what kind of literature they liked. Which of course made them infodump about 18th and 19th century philosophers. Kenneth knew a surprising amount of them since well he used to be a punk, he had read some theory.

That just made Janus even more excited and they got the urge to flap while speaking. They held it back but Logan noticed the way his partner was vibrating and flapped his own hands to encourage them. It made Christy play with the loose parts of her hair, which was her main happy stim.

The clock had nearly turned 12 and Logan had absolutely destroyed them all in every single card game they had played.

“Kids maybe it’s time to turn in for the night. Us ancient oldies can’t stay up this long normally” Kenneth said.

“We had assumed you were going to share Logan’s room but we have a very comfy blow up mattress if you want that” Christy added.

“No uh I can stay with Logie. That’s fine”

“We can leave the dishes for tomorrow. If the porridge grows legs while we’re asleep well that’s just a scientific achievement”

Logan hugged both of his parents “Merry Christmas mom” “Merry Christmas dad”

Janus wasn’t expecting any hugs but both Christy and Kenneth held out their arms for him. He leant into their embrace. Logan joined in so it became a group hug.

It felt comforting, and warm, and....safe. Janus wasn’t used to feeling like a part of a family, but he certainly didn’t dislike it.

After a little bit they all moved out of the hug and said their goodnights. Christy and Kenneth went to the bedroom on the first floor while Logan lead janus up to his bedroom on the second floor. Aside from his room all there was up there was a cleaning closet and the laundry room.

The room wasn’t that big, especially not since stacks of books were covering large parts of the floor. The rest was taken up by a desk, a star themed bed, several bookcases and an entire corner dedicated to all of his Star trek merch.

“I ran out of space for books in me and Patty’s apartment so I began shipping my unused books to here” Logan explained.

“Is that Spock’s face on your pillow?” Janus asked while eyeing the pillow filled with kiss marks.

“Don’t you judge me mx. Monsterfucker”

They couldn’t help but notice the cute photos of kittens hung up on the wall, the myriad of non Spock pillows on the bed and the fluffy blue carpet on the floor.

“You and Patty shared a room for a while didn’t you?”

“She was the one who convinced me to put up all those glow stars on the ceiling” Logan turned off the light and the entire ceiling lit up in soft greens and blues from the constellations up above.

“Cozy”

Logan loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to get ready for sleep. He leant down and kissed Janus, making them freeze with getting their shirt off, before letting out a flustered chuckle.

“I told you they’d like you” Logan murmured.

Janus moved their arms around his shoulders “I know darling. You were right, you usually are”

“Mhm! They’ve never disliked any of the partner’s I’ve brought home. It was very unlikely you would break the pattern”

“They’re nice people. I’m..I’m glad you had them as parents. If uh that makes sense”

“I understand”

Logan unbuckled their belt while kissing them. They were left in their undershirt and underwear. which was what they usually slept in. Lo just slept in boxers because he was like his own personal heating already. They cuddled down under the covers with Janus pressing close to their boyfriend’s chest and with his arms around them.

They let out a content sigh and moved their finger along his skin “It’s warm”

“Mhm” Logan replied with closed eyes.

“And the food was really good”

“Mhm”

“And this bed is really comfy”

“Mhm”

“And I can’t sleep”

Logan opened his eyes and glanced down at them “well if my dearest snake can’t sleep then neither can I. Want to see a magic trick?”

Janus let up into a smile “Sure”

Lo turned to lay on his back and moved his hand to fumble around on the nightstand. He opened the small cabinet and took out a bottle of lube “Ta-da. Magic” He said in his monotone voice.

His partner let up into a wave of laughter while playfully pushing his face away “You stupid bastard”

“What else are you supposed to do on Christmas night. Is it not a holiday of magical experiences”

That just made them laugh more.

“Only if you want to”

“What if someone hears?” Janus half teased.

“Honey I’ll make sure no one does”

“And how would you do that?”

“Oh you know, I always have my ways”

Janus sat up on their knees and put their hands on either side of his head “My little darling” They murmured before kissing him. Logan parsed his lips and welcomed the kiss as he trailed his hands up under their shirt.

“How are your bathrobes this fluffy?” Janus asked, just a bit mesmerized.

“My mom has good contacts with textile ladies” Logan replied while putting his own.

He got up from the bed but Janus stayed laying down. He pulled in their wrist to get them up but they pulled back so he landed face down on the sheets.

“C’mon we gotta go shower before going to sleep” Logan murmured.

“I wanna cuddle though” Janus put on a fake pout while hugging him.

“We can cuddle in the shower”

“But your bed is so nice”

“Do you just want to be carried to the shower?”

Janus took off the pout “Yes please”

He picked them up and carried them bridal style down the stairs. They held each other close in the shower and Logan got to shower all the parts of their body that they adored with kisses, which was most of their body.

The warm water had rubbed out the last bits of sleepiness from them. So they sneaked to the kitchen to make some tea. They kept making each other laugh over stupid things and then laugh even harder when they tried to keep quiet.

The laughter died on Logan’s tongue when he opened the cup cabinet. He froze for a moment. He shook it off and took out two cups.

“You good?” Janus asked.

“Yes. I...The cup I usually use wasn’t in it’s normal place. It just....It reminded how long it’s been since I lived here full time...How the house goes on without me”

Janus moved their arms around his waist and stood on their toes to press a kiss to his cheek “Now you have your own home”

“Mhm. Still is a bittersweet feeling”

“I get it hun”

Logan put on some water before placing his hands on top of Janus’, their hands were comfortable placed right on his tummy. He relaxed his head against theirs and let them move him around in a sort of dance. The moonlight streamed in through the thin blinds.

The water plinged that it was done and they both made some tea. Janus choose lemon flavor and Logan dark berry flavor. They cuddled up shoulder to shoulder on the couch and listened to the first bird songs of the morning.

“Honey” Logan began, his tone even more serious than it usually was “Me and Patty have been talking about...things”

“Things? I know you’re looking to adopt a dog but that dog can not be me Logie! I’ve told you! Ugh! This is totally a very common problem for me!! Definitely totally very much!”

“No dear” He looked down into his tea “As you know a while back Patty told me she felt satisfied and wasn’t looking for any more surgeries and well obviously that means we can now save money for other things...future plans...and that sort...And you also know we’ve been looking to get pets and eventually in the future a kid so well. We’ve been thinking about saving up for a house”

“How fancy” Janus replied, unsure of how this concerned him.

“Yes. And it has a lot of benefits! We will be able to have guest rooms for lovers! Or future partners! And we will be able to invite more people over for dinners and parties! It will most likely only be a single floor house, not something awfully big. But still it will be...Ours...It will be something we can grow for the rest of our lives”

“Well I’m happy for you then”

“We’ve been wondering if you would want to move in?”

Janus nearly spat out his tea “What?”

“I love you honey, and Patty really enjoys your company. If I was legally allowed to marry a second person I would ask for your hand in marriage no doubt. It will of course be some time before we’re able to buy a house. I just wanted to lay out the idea. It will always be your choice”

“I...” Janus tapped their fingers against the cup “I...Logan...I’m sorry...This is kind of a lot...We haven’t even been dating for an entire year”

“I understand”

“No. I. I really enjoy sleeping over at your apartment. I enjoy eating breakfast and reading the newspaper and taking out the trash and all that domestic stuff...But I enjoy having my own place I know I can go back to at any time..If that makes sense?”

“It does”

Janus took a sip from their tea and thought about waking up every day pressed between Logan and Patty. Thought about stumbling up to drink water at 3 am to be meet with one of them unable to sleep stress baking or working. Thought about being able to go into the other room and kiss their cheek whenever he wanted to. Thought about every day being like a sleepover until it turned into normality. A lovely normality.

He took a sip from his tea and smiled at the thought. He leant his head against Logan’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Well I suppose I’ll have to think about it”

#i have 0 idea how the fuck americans celebrate christmas btw. i just based it on my countrys traditions #mini fic #thanks for the ask #gosh i am very sick rn #sanders sides #loceit #logan sanders #janus sanders

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lost-caticorn · 4 years

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Izuku Midoriya (Deku) is autistic - HC

Hi hi ~ so I am autistic and I strongly headcanon most of BNHA's characters as neurodiverse (and gay but that’s another story). I think that Deku is definitely autistic and here are the main reasons why. For this “analysis” I’ve used both the anime (until s4 which is currently airing) and bits of the manga.

(I’ve had comments on my previous autistic headcanons pointing out that I was projecting myself onto the characters and YES I am very much doing this. No but seriously, I am writing about why I think certain characters have the same neurodivergence as me so yes of course I’m going to use my own life as a reference and as a material to explain why I think the way I do. If it bothers you it’s fine but don’t spread negativity is all I ask for.)

All autistics are welcomed to add to this post btw I’d love to have more perspectives <3

1. Stimming

I feel like this one is extremely obvious so I'll start with it: Deku is one stimmy boi omg. Just look at the way he swings on his chair before watching that one All Might video:

“Stimming” also known as “self regulatory behaviour” is basically the repetition of movements, sounds, visual stimulation. It’s a way for autistic people to calm and reassure themselves, concentrate and express their feelings.

I’m also putting his mumbling in here because it’s very common for autistics to talk to themselves, it’s a form of vocal stimming:

2. Special interest

"special interest" is a term used by autistic people to refer to the topics that interest them. When we're invested in something it's not just a hobby. For us it becomes an obsession, we think about it 24/7 thus why we have a word for it. A special interest is not only an obsession, it's a safe place, an escape route if the reality becomes overwhelming, something that gives us a joy and fulfilment.

All Might and generally Heroes are Deku's special interest. He spent years to research and gather all informations in books. He's so obsessed he goes back into 'fanboy mode' super fast and forgets the time and place at times. He knows everything by heart AND well enough to use it directly in battles.

Also like his mumbling could be due to him being in hyperfocus: an intense form of mental concentration that focuses consciousness on a subject, topic, or task. Hyperfocusing on special interests is something quite common for autistics. He’s so focused that he forgets that it's not really “appropriate” (by society’s standards) to do that when other people are around.

AND he does that quite a bit huh.

3. Blunt, honest and infodumping

Deku is very honest and isn't afraid of being vulnerable. This is something I tend to observe with the autistic community because we simply don't see why some things are considered shameful or embarrassing. We say what we think and we don't see the wrong in that.

He has a tendency to infodump: Infodumping is the practice, common amongst autistic people, of giving intricately detailed summaries of their topic of interest in single heaps. This can occur in conversation both online and offline. "Speaking in paragraphs" is another way to describe this. It happens multiple times in the manga but this one is my favorite example:

First of all, he was SO stressed at the beginning of the interview. Again, this is interesting in itself because Deku is not shy, he’s usually more on the spontaneous side. It reminds me of when he had to be funny with Sir Nighteye to gain his approval because he was surprisingly very stiff. This makes me think that maybe he feels uncomfortable in any social situation he’s not already familiar with. That’s... Very relatable as an autistic person because most of us also have social anxiety.

Anyway, about the infodumping. This example perfectly shows the switch that occurs in his behaviour before and after a special interest is brought up. When being asked about himself he doesn’t know what to say at all but he gets loud the moment he’s asked about All Might and start literally speaking in paragraphs. When can clearly see that he’s not stiff anymore. Talking about All Might was both a relief and something that got him suddenly excited.

4. Bullied

I find it so interesting that the series begins with Deku's perspective and within the first pages we are already introduced to the concept of inequality in this world. People are not born equal. Deku learns it very early at age 4 because he's quirkless and I can't help but draw a parallel with neurodiversity.

He's bullied for being different, for not having a capacity that others have, for not meeting expectations.... This reminds me of almost every autistic person ever unless they become very good at masking (hiding autistic traits) very fast. Also he points out a few times that he’s probably not only bullied for not having a quirk. This makes me think that even if he had one he would have been ostracised anyway. Maybe being quirkless drew attention on him but he was different from the start. As an autistic person I relate so much to this and I think the discrimination he faces is very relatable to a lot of neurodiverse folks. This is my interpretation of this aspect of Deku.

5. Strong sense of justice

No I'm not saying that us autistics are better people BUT I think we have a strong sense of justice that we aren't afraid to show no matter the circumstances. A lot of people don't express when the feel like something is unfair mostly because of social rules but because we're quite blind to these we often blur out things without even thinking or considering time and place. I think we see that in Deku's childhood especially when he stands up for his beliefs while being quirkless and powerless.

6. He comes up with unique ways

Something very interesting with deku is how he always manage to come up with a unique plan. I think this is something most autistic people relate with because we often perceive things a bit differently than most and as a result we have unique ways to achieve our goals.

Ok and that’s all for me ~

Honestly there is not one single moment of him that makes me think he’s not on the autism spectrum lol. I could understand people disagreeing with other headcanons but this one?

I’ve seen posts talking about hyper empathy as an autistic trait Deku has and I didn’t put it in here because I don’t feel knowledgeable enough on the subject to touch it. That being said I think it’s a very interesting point to make!

Anyway if you’re still here, thanks for reading I hope it was enjoyable!

#bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #bnha hc #my hero academia #autistic headcanon #autism #neurodiversity #actuallyneurodiverse #autistic culture #aspergers #aspie #stimming #bullying #special interest

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lemystical-puffle · 3 years

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My A3 Sexuality Headcanons that no one asked for!

[These won’t include Gender, only sexual orientation or lack thereof(is that a phrase?)]

Color coordination

Gay

Pan

Aro

Hetero

Sakuya Sakuma: Pansexual! He doesn’t have any preferences, honestly after his childhood he just wants someone who will love and accept him!

Masumi: Bisexual. I feel like he would love the director whether they be boy, girl, other, all, he just wants someone to give him attention, and that person just happened to be out beloved Izumi Tachibana.

Tsuzuru: okay this ones me projecting but whatever Aro/Ace Tsuzuru. He doesn’t feel romantic attraction, and instead just feels a family-brotherly kind of love towards his friends and fellow actors. He doesn’t really want to romantically be with someone, and yet instead just wants to be there for them when they need it and love them the same way he loves his family at home

Citron: Also pan!! But Pan-Romantic specifically. Citron literally just wants to love everyone ever because he’s just awesome like that, but won’t go pass kissing someone. It just makes him uncomfortable which is perfectly fine because he is Citron Lastname! But yeah, also no gender prefermance

Itaru: Bi with a male preference. I can’t really explain why I think this, I just do. Maybe because most of the woman he has ever shown interest in are his 2D anime waifus. Also I mean come on he totally had a whole thing for Lancelot he thinks knights are hot and that is so valid.

Chikage: he is a gay cabbage. Listen the only time he has said he liked a woman it was because he said they weren’t like his mom and I am just- I’m sorry I don’t trust that. This man is a gay, he is never had a boyfriend but he has definitely thought of hooking up with his boss for a raise, thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Tenma: Also bi! Bi-Ace specifically. I wasn’t really sure where to put him because on one hand I feel like he has a lot of MLM energy but on the other hand his solo song so I just, bi. I feel like his gay awakening came when he played the token gay best friend in a romcom because gay actor erasure but Tenma didn’t really understand, but later he was in a scene where he was with his boyfriend who shows up for one second to remind the audience he’s a homosexual and Tenma was just: crap he’s not

Yuki: okay at first I didn’t know what to put for Yuki cause on one hand sexuality erasure Yuki has specifically said he likes girl and he defies stereotypes and stuff but on the other hand he never said he didn’t like boys so he’s bi with a female preference. I feel like Yuki is the kind of guy to just happen to fall in love with whoever and just go “oh crap did I just fall in love?” And while he likes girls more sometimes it just. Happens.

Muku: Surprise surprise he’s Pan! Muku totally reads shoujo manga with all sexualities and is very livid about good representation, will write a “negative review” (and in Muku terms that’s him being very polite, 4.5/5 stars and linking research resources) about how inaccurate a sexuality was portrayed. I feel like at first he just thought he was a very active ally and now he is just: “oh crap boys. And girls. And enbys. And genderfluids. And everyone.”

Misumi: Misumi is very homosexual, which at first he was sad about because homosexual has 2 o’s which are circles but then he realized he can just say gay but spell it like: G🔺Y so he got happy again. I feel like it was one of the reasons he was kicked out of his home, he just likes boys Jeez Ikaruga parents no rights. (I also Headcanon him as autistic but that’s not what this post is about).

Kazunari: In Kazunari Miyoshi’s world he never has to make a decision in his life and that includes sexuality. Show him a guy and a girl and tell him to pick one and he will simply overload until he picks the person who knows the most trivia on classical art or smthing. Kazunari just: adores everyone ever, and that’s okay! After a lot of internalized homophobia and fear, he was able to come out to first a small group of college friends and eventually felt comfortable with the label and was able to express it openly, now he wears it with pride!

Kumon: I really don’t have any explaining to go here, Kumon just feels gay to me. My head can’t wrap around him wanting to be intimate with a girl. I do think there was this big moment of him coming out to Juza and Juza just going “s’okay.” Then they hug and get ice cream

Banri: Banri is bisexual with a straight pride flag and a Juza Preference. Catch him at the straight pride parade telling “those Homo’s that they’re going to burn.” While making out with Juza against a wall. That’s canon I don’t take criticism

Juza: Also Gay, I feel like Kumon came out first and Juza did research and was like “oh me too.” And just thought about how he’s never actually liked a girl and thought boys were kinda pretty and oh crap Settsu slicked his hair back oh crap oh crap pretty men.

Taichi: Taichi is bisexual, with his preferences being as random as his hair. Except no weird 1/4 quarters going on. Idk where I was going with that analogy I’m sorry. Taichi just likes the humans and wants to go kiss kiss with them all, and then bring them along on his journey for fame and popularity!

Omi: Listen, Omi is the mother of Mankai, and as the mother he loves everyone unconditionally. He also totally wanted to kiss Nachi I’m sorry. I feel like Omi has a male preference, but only by a bit as he loves everyone! He is a good boy and brings all the snacks and water to the pride parades so his friends stay healthy :)

Sakyo: Sakyo is the straight~ supportive dad who doesn’t care if you’re gay straight bi pan anything as long as you pay your taxes. Was probably a little confused at first just because. Probably said “LGBT? Isn’t that a sandwich.” But he got informed did research and is now a huge ally! After more research he identifies specifically as graysexual/romantic as he feels rarely any romantic attraction at all unless under certain circumstances aka Izumi Tachibana. I akso think he suspected that Azami was LGBT for a bit before he came out so he wanted to do research so that Azami would feel comfortable coming out when he was ready. Also he can’t like, not support Sakoda (who I Headcanon as gay :) )

Azami: Azami is bi-aro. Sex? Nah he won’t even hold your hand before marriage, however he will love you no matter your gender. I also see him with a female preference just from his straight upbringing and it’s the title he feels most comfortable with after some internalized homophobia, especially with how his dad shamed him for liking makeup. He is still getting used to the LGBT community and I feel like he is still taking baby steps, learning about different identities and wanting to do all he can to support both himself and his fellow actors due to simply not knowing where to start. Don’t worry Azami take you’re time! There is no rush, you are trying to figure yourself out and we all love you so much for it, there is no shame in changing your mind later. We adore you all the same. (If you couldn’t tell, I wasn’t only talking to Azami. If you are still questioning yourself it is 100% okay, because honestly I am too. There is no rush to figure yourself out, and I hope you know that we are all here for you!)

Tsumugi: Tsumugi is gay, but I feel like he also had a lot of internalized homophobia. I feel like when he was younger he really liked Tasuku but didn’t really understand the difference between platonic and romantic, and it took some time before he was able to really discover himself and come to the identity he has currently.

Tasuku: Tasuku is gay and homophobic.

Hisoka: Hisoka is homo-demi-romantic asexual. I feel like it won’t want to date anyone without really earning their trust and feeling safe around them, and after that point he still will be pretty shy romantically, but it is very much understandable and we all still love Hisoka

Homare: Homare is pan. He doesn’t really care about gender, he just wants someone who will love him and his poetry without seeing him as broken. I feel like after his last relationship he was hesitant to date again, but after some time and help from the rest of winter troupe he was able to rediscover himself. (Also autistic Homare go brrrr)

Azuma: Azuma is an old gay man who just thinks boobs are neat. That’s it that’s the post sent tweet turn off replies.

Guy: New color who this? This is because I didn’t know what to put for Guy, so he simply doesn’t identify as anything. I don’t know a lot about Guy but I know enough to feel like relationships would be very awkward and touchy for him due to his problems with emotions and expression. He isn’t straight, but he doesn’t really identify as anything either. He’s just: Guy. Which is more than valid

[oh also all of winter is Poly and they’re boyfriends thanks for coming to my Ted talk]

Hope you all liked these! Of course they are all my own opinion and you don’t have to agree with all, they’re just how I feel!! Feel free to reply or reblog with your own opinions or Headcanons!!

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May I ask for 11, 14, 22 and 28 for Benoit Blanc if you don’t mind?

Certainly! Stuff below the cut!

Disclaimer: I personally headcanon Benoit’s s/o as being somewhere on the spectrum. I know not everyone identifies with this so I’ll also be including snippets of otherwise when I deem it necessary for accessibility. Happy reading!

11. What do they hide from one another?: Benoit isn’t really secretive about himself. He may avoid being upfront about his intentions (most often with regards to a case), but even then he tends to come out with the truth eventually, and with such a sense of calm that it’s more like he simply went along with peoples’ assumptions of him. But when you two start seeing each other more seriously, he does feel a tiny bit embarrassed of the fact that he may not be as up to date on all manners of slang, pop culture, etc as he would like to be. It’s not a hidden thing, really; it was a given there would be a bit of a gap there, what with the slight age difference going on. But he’s supposed to be one of the greatest detectives out there, isn’t he? He may not take the title seriously but he surely has some vagueness of an image to uphold, right? He has to have tabs on everything. Besides, deep down, he wants to seem impressive to you. Like I said, it’s not so much hidden . . . but the tab to Urban Dictionary sort of is. You hadn’t even meant to find it, you just needed to use his laptop for a quick moment when -- “. . . Ben? What, uh . . . what’s up with --. . . Why do you need to know what ‘guap’ is?” “It’s for a case, darlin’!” He has since become a little less afraid of asking you what certain terms mean. You, on the other hand, aren’t exactly as candid as your other half . . . (Spectrum Option) You weren’t exactly sure what possessed you enough to think you could skirt by without him noticing. The man was a detective after all; surely he would’ve noticed at some point that there were some things . . . amiss about you. Sure, he could chalk up your difficulty holding eye contact to shyness; everyone used fidgeting devices now, so that you had quite a few on your desk as well as on your person wasn’t anything spectacular. But surely he noticed that whenever things got too loud or rowdy at the station you disappeared; that you seemed to get particularly upset when your system was thrown off; how certain textures were enough to completely rattle you; that you had a speech pattern that could, in a word, be described as . . . “unique.” Besides that, you knew it was silly to hide the fact that you were autistic: It was nothing to be ashamed of! It was simply how your mind worked and you were doing the best you could with it. And you wanted to say you were doing pretty well in most regards, but past social experiences had a way of convincing you otherwise. Particularly in the romance department. Potential date mates would get thrown off by your seemingly stony expression or occasionally flattened tones; they didn’t always find themselves impressed by your preference of going slow; sometimes your methods of stimming threw them off; and that was if they could even get you to stop being so anxious about certain social interactions. You knew deep down that Benoit wouldn’t be like that; he was far too kind to. But also, what if?! Eventually, before the courting got too, too serious, you felt it would just be better to be honest and open with him about it. You owed yourself that much. Thankfully, you never really needed to know what the “what-if” could be, as it turned out that you were right: Benoit already kind of knew you were somewhere on the spectrum after his first few interactions with you. Having more intimate encounters during your courtship honestly all but confirmed it. This isn’t his first, fifth, or even tenth rodeo wherein he’s encountered and befriended someone who’s neurodivergent, after all. He understands to a point why you wouldn’t necessarily jump to telling him, however, though he’s glad you felt comfortable enough with him to confide that. (Non-Spectrum Option) Honestly, it’s hard to hide anything from the last of the Gentleman Sleuths. He’s so perceptive that even if it meant hiding snacks from him, you’d eventually come back to your desk to find him eating your stash of Craisins. The one thing you have managed to keep a secret, though? Your old fanfiction identity. In your teens, you were scribbling down fics anywhere you could get them: Fanfiction.net, Quizilla, Blogspot . . . On one hand, you thank the experience for giving you practice with proper writing skills, which is part of what earned you the job you have. But on the other . . . they just weren’t the greatest showcase of who you were, young or not. And Benoit does not need to know about the shipping wars you started on accident. Thankfully, Quizilla is gone and nobody really uses Blogspot anymore . . . But sometimes he asks you if you’d ever read or watched books and movies you just so happened to specialize in, or what your thoughts were, and you can’t help but wonder if that blond bastard is on to you.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?: The moment you appear to be under the weather, Benoit’s already activating Mother Hen Mode. He summons the Mama Blanc in him and already has you laying down in bed or propped up on the couch with some quiet music playing or a court procedural drama playing while he’s in the kitchen making homemade chicken soup. If you put up a struggle eating or are too tired to feed yourself, he’s not above feeding you. He’s going to make sure that you eat at least enough to be able to take half a zinc tablet without getting sick, and make sure you drink plenty of water and vitamin C. And God help you if you think you can just do work from home because even if you’re not experiencing the worst cold, he’s not convinced you should be up and about instead of resting. At most, he’ll let you sit on the couch instead of staying cooped up in your room all day. He’ll even join you, often times sitting next to you and reading through files he brought home from his own casework. He doesn’t really mind the close contact in spite of your protests. Which is annoying because when he inevitably catches your cold, he’s more fussy than you are. Not in the man flu fashion, but he’s a lot more stubborn about resting. He knows it’s what’s best, but he’s so used to handling himself over the years that he’s gotten into the habit of doing as much work as he can before dropping, with self-care just happening to take place between his illness naps. You have to actually scold him and hide his files for a bit until he eventually falls asleep thanks to his exhaustion and the medicine you make sure he takes. Because of this, you’re more task-oriented when Benoit is sick. Certainly, you make sure that he’s eating the proper things and taking the right vitamins and medication and getting enough rest, but between all that you’re also making sure that he has less to worry about. You quietly clean around the house, you do the laundry, you run as many errands for him as you can (groceries, dry cleaning, etc), you even meal prep. That way when he gets better, he’s better in a cleaner house with next to nothing to worry about besides the paperwork he’d had taken away from him earlier. As much of a fight as he puts up at first, he truly does appreciate your generosity and kindness. He’d kiss you if it weren’t for the fact that he’s still a bit sniffily.

22. Where does their first kiss happen?: In the filing room. Sexy, right? You were technically still courting at this point but it was undoubtedly clear that things were getting serious. Nobody said anything about it, though. After all, was now, in the middle of a potential scandal, really the best time to talk about going steady? Probably not. Though you’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t buzz around in your head all day and all night. You had to be professional about this. Just as Benoit is, you reminded yourself as you watch him reading through the files you’d given him moments earlier. His brow furrowed before slapping the manila folder shut. “Well, that’s a crock of shit,” he muttered. “Hm?” you questioned, perking up. Maybe he needed input? He certainly seemed to be seeking yours more often as of late. You tried not to shiver when he focused those icy blue eyes of his on you. “This doesn’t make any sense,” Benoit explained, giving the file in his hand a gentle flap. “Carters doesn’t even have a history of violence; I sincerely doubt he suddenly became overwhelmed with the temptation to attempt fratricide all over some rather tacky jewelry. Which therefore begs the question. . .” He paused dramatically. “What do you suppose would cause a man to jump from petty theft in high school to murder in his mid-thirties?” You shrugged. “Bad friends,” you half-joked. It gave Benoit further pause. “. . . What ever happened to that accomplice of his? From the petty theft?” he questioned. Obviously, you didn’t have the answers; but the department filing room most likely did. Somewhere amongst the many boxes and cabinets, lined up in crammed and musty-smelling aisles, lay the answer. And, to your dismay, it appeared to be on a shelf a little higher than you were tall, serving as a load-bearing wall against other boxes of files. You grimaced as you arched your feet once more, attempting yet another lurch forward to reach. You weren’t sure who let this section of the filing room get this bad but whoever it was (you were sure it was Debbie; it was probably freaking Debbie), you were going to wring their neck. “(Y/N), really, I insist --” Benoit began, but you were quick to cut him off. “No, no, Mr. Blanc,” you insisted. “I got this.” You couldn’t see him press his lips into a thin line. “You know, it’s perfectly fine to call me by my name,” he said. “Mhm,” you grunted. “’M just . . .keeping it professional.” Dammit! Your fingers had just brushed the edge! Just a bit more -- “This isn’t a situation for HR, I technically don’t really work here,” you heard him chuckle. “And anyway, stop being so stubborn, and let me help.” “It’s fine!” Really, it was: You managed to nudge the box closer. “(Y/N), be reasonable.” You suddenly felt warmth against your back. Oh. Oh, God. He was pressing up against you as he leaned forward. You felt your cheeks burn at the stimuli. With far more ease, he nudged the box close enough to the edge to where it could easily fall into your waiting hands. Unfortunately, any relief was short-lived: Truly, the box was load-bearing. You yelped as the threat of musty cardboard and decades worth of paperwork threatened to fall on you . . . only for it not to actually be carried out. You glanced upward to find Benoit, once again, leaning forward. Just enough to shove the materials further on the shelf. You hear him huff and chuckle. “See? I bet you’re real happy now that I came along, aren’t you?” You turned just enough to glare at him. It didn’t last: Nobody can really find themselves glaring at Benoit Blanc for long whenever he had a smile on his face. At the very least, you couldn’t. He had that effect on you and you wanted to despise it so dearly, at the very least now you did. But you just couldn’t. Nor could you bring yourself to turn your face away as you noticed him leaning in closer. You had to be honest: You never took Benoit for the sort of man capable of performing such a strong liplock. Strong, warm, yet sweet and enticing -- “BLANC!” The sudden cry was more than enough to make you part. There, in the threshold, stood your less than amused superior, arms crossed and glowering. “Do you really think that this is the place to be making out?” Lt. Elliot demanded. You whimpered, hiding your blushing face behind the box still in your arms. He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he scoffed and stormed off, feeling his point had been made. As you began your walk of shame out of the room, you hissed at your newly acquired boyfriend, “This is why I wanted to keep things professional!” To your dismay (and deeply hidden amusement), however, Benoit appeared to be unfazed. If anything, he seemed quite pleased with himself. He chuckled as he placed an arm about your lower back. “Oh, admit it: You didn’t mind being a little unprofessional.” He didn’t need to use his smarts to deduce that, and you hated that.

28. Why do they get jealous?: Benoit rarely gets jealous. He trusts you enough, and he trusts the bond you two share a great deal. But on the rare occasion he exhibits what would be called jealousy, it’s usually because of one of two things: Either A) someone manages to best him at wits or glamor and it appears to impress you, or B) someone younger (and hungrier) than he approaches you. The reasons why these are rare occasions, though, are simple. For the first bit, Benoit is mighty smart. He won’t go as far as to consider himself a downright genius, but he’s aware enough to know that his mind thinks a bit more broadly and rapidly than the average person’s. Sometimes, though, the lifestyle he runs brings him to circles where he must interact with great minds. And sometimes, as you are often his companion for certain circumstances, you may meet, say, an Ivy League alumnus who isn’t afraid to kiss you on the hand as a greeting or give you a grand tour of their vast estate while Benoit has to hold interviews. And as for the second bit, Benoit knows and accepts he’s no spring chicken. He also knows he may not be fast and furious in terms of romance, and some younger folk may find that tedious. The worst case is if that Yale graduate with the big fancy mansion is also around your age. But he also knows you. In the end, any insecurities he might have about his lifestyle or age are squashed because he knows you’re not the sort to just grab onto anyone just because they’re rich, shiny, and new. You’re honest and know what you do and don’t want, and he also knows that even if you’re having internal battles with your thoughts and feelings, you eventually come out with them. That’s how he knows you thought that one heir to the Havington Spa empire was a bit of a pompous douchebag, or why you were bored listening to that one poet who many saw as a prospective Nobel Prize winnter. You try not to get jealous yourself. Maybe you put him on a pedestal, but you certainly see a lot of value and endearment in the likes of Benoit: He’s smart, handsome, understanding, kind . . . Maybe a bit ambitious and odd, but nothing too terrible. He was, without a doubt, one of your favorite people to be around. But sometimes, you worried if he could potentially be another’s favorite as well. There had been the occasional case where his gentleman charm appealed to a woman involved, usually suspects but occasionally they were just vaguely related the the situation and decided to throw their two cents in, if only to have more of a chance to be around Benoit. You couldn’t tell if maybe you were reading too into it, or if Benoit was ignoring them or even flat out oblivious to their efforts, but come on: There’s only so much ignoring a man can do when a lady has her bust pressed up against his arm! But what really drove you nuts was whenever she’d initiate banter with him. One of the best ways to the detective’s heart was wit. And sometimes, to your dismay, these cases would include women who could make hogwash sound like Shakespeare. And that they made it look so easy drove you insane! But luckily, that was about as far as the women would get: The best way to Benoit’s heart was embracing the unusual, which was startling against the backdrop of a prim and proper gentleman they assumed him to be. They’d quirk a brow when he found himself making odd little rhymes, stand by awkwardly as he monologued to himself, and assume he was joking whenever they came upon him singing showtunes or making references to musicals. You, however, responded accordingly: You’d echo his limericks to feel them for yourself, listen and take notes of his allegories so you could contribute your own thoughts, and joined in on whatever song he brought up. In the end, you needn’t really be jealous because he’s already made up his mind: You’re his favorite person. And there isn’t a pair of doe eyes and a thesaurus mouth that’s going to change it. But still: You’d rather not take that risk!

I got carried away in some areas I think . . . But hopefully it turned out okay!

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chartedrights · 4 years

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Golden Age AU Masterpost

For everyone lacking context, the Golden Age AU is just me riffing on every piece of comic book media I’ve ever consumed. Here are some single-paragraph rundowns I’ve made to keep track of things as I start to write!

The Board of Directors is analogous to the Justice League- they’re pretty much entirely people with superpowers (with the exception of Carol, at first), they’re very prestigious, and they come together to ward off larger threats like the impressive super powered task force they are. Or they used to. Membership’s sort of dropped, and people with powers are getting harder to find and recruit, and the big headliner who ran it left it in the hands of some nurse, which is like. So not sexy.

PEIP is PEIP- they fit right in where they were. In the shadows, in the dark, fighting the threats that the “special people” won’t, protecting people on a lower level than “oh god, the apocalypse,” because apparently the superheroes aren’t concerned with espionage or alien meteors anymore. The pricks. Mostly run by people without superpowers- as far as they know- and deeply concerned with keeping heroes responsible for their own actions. They would be oversight, if they were allowed to be.

CCRP Technical is an interesting place. Charlotte and Ted work there, for Sam, though neither of them is quite sure what it actually does. Paul was recruited in hopes he’d grow into upper management, but he didn’t have the ambition for it. Bill has been there for a decade or two now, ever since he started attending those meetings with Becky and Mrs. Davidson. Melissa... Melissa is their rising star. Mr. Davidson isn’t sure what they found in her, but he’s glad to see her succeed! Good for her! Four for you Melissa, you go Melissa!

Hatchetfield.... is Hatchetfield. It’s small, it’s insular, it’s full of gossip and weirdness and people with eccentric ideas of morality. It might be easier to admit that superheroes and supervillains exist, but let nobody say that the citizens of Hatchetfield ever took the easy road. They will walk uphill, in the snow, denying the supernatural both ways.

Paul is a real sweetheart. He’s autistic, he’s quiet, he likes his routine and the simple pleasures in life... and he just happens to be unkillable and he maybe possibly sort of has the ability to fly. He could be an excellent addition to either team, but he refuses to be a proper superhero, making him Hatchetfield’s most obvious target. Which in turn means that he often ends up acting like a proper superhero against his own will. He thinks Emma is perfectly lovely and still hasn’t noticed her committing crimes.

Emma is Hidgens’ Lab Assistant, which is code for “committing crimes for college credit,” and she does a lot of the footwork for him. Being a henchman definitely tops food service, lets put it that way. She also gets to follow in the family business- a long line of Perkins supervillains ended when Jane broke free and became a real hero for Tom’s sake. She always wanted to be a good person, but Emma is not as opposed to violence. She also cannot wait for Hidgens to level Hatchetfield, which is made complicated by the fact that she likes Paul rather a lot, and he likes Hatchetfield.

Hidgens is a supervillain. He never leaves his house, orchestrates incidents of immense damage to the civic infrastructure, and refuses to acknowledge that just maybe putting children into the path of radioactive chemicals is not a valid scientific experiment. He’s not necessarily a bad person, it’s just that his morals refute even the idea of black and white. More like blue and red. Orange and green. He is of the opinion that world peace can only be achieved by world domination, and therefore has begun a track to world domination. He and Sam have a blood feud of indeterminate origin.

Becky Barnes, low-level healer and walking anesthetic, somehow ended up in charge of the Board of Directors. The last leader disappeared three days after handing off control, and Becky is still looking for them. Becky is very conspicuously not looking for her ex-husband, however. It makes some people suspicious, and nobody more than Sam, who is Stanley’s most obnoxious cousin. Apparently, ruining Becky’s life runs in the family. Despite these troubling events, Becky does her best to keep the city standing and the world turning- she and Bill manage what they can, Carol and PEIP manage what they can’t. She’s still in a precarious place, however, and she’s looking for help.

Frank Pricely supplies everyone with gadgets. Hero and villain alike, everyone pays. Not always the same price, but everyone pays. He’s a neutral party, and he acts the part, but everybody likes to debate his loyalties. There’s no such thing as truly neutral, right? Everyone has their price- even him. It’s just a matter of what that price is.

Lex is his cashier, which means that she learned early on in her career in retail that the panic button is not half as good a first resort as the paralysis darts Frank keeps in the cash drawer. She has the ability to manifest objects, as long as she knows where they are. She needs a concrete location to pull them away from, which means that she snoops in every house she visits, checks the staff rooms of every store she enters. She can, on command, find you just about anything you need. For a price. She’s learning a lot lately, though, and what she learns about her powers might put her at risk.

Bill is one of the few members of the Board of Directors still standing. He and Becky get coffee all the time, and commiserate about the lack of help in Hatchetfield. He has telepathy, and certain illusionary abilities, which come in especially handy when he’s talking people down or trying to sneak hostages out of hostage situations. A gentle, well-intentioned man, Bill is not outwardly very intimidating, but he’s strong. Much stronger than most people would like to think. Becky keeps trying to hand off leadership to him, and he gently hands it back every time- he’s got other problems to deal with right now.

Formerly married to the infamous Perkins family heiress, Tom tries to live a nice, quiet life. He used to be a hero- and a damn good one- but Jane defected for him, and then died for it, and he carries more guilt than he probably should. Tom never thought of himself as special, really, and he still doesn’t. He can warp matter- twist it into shape, turn it from one thing to another, and he’s a fine craftsman when he wants to be. But it’s a dangerous thing to have on hand when you’re angry or frightened, and Tom still has an awful case of PTSD hanging around his neck. He’s doing his best to wrangle with it, but he’s going to need some help.

Ethan is just a teenager. Really, he promises. He absolutely swears. Nothing special about him! He’s just real intuitive! He and Lex have been looking into that whole “experimentation” thing they did at CCRP back when they were babies and it wasn’t even interesting! He’s just a mechanic, honestly. He’s a straight C student! He hasn’t even joined the cult off the coast on that houseboat!! He’s a good kid. No reason to be concerned at all.

Ted is also Hidgens’ henchman, but definitely the lower-ranked of the two. He applied hoping he’d make some friends, but thus far all he’s managed to do is fall in love with Charlotte, who is Sam’s henchman. It’s not going badly for him, but it’s not going well, either. He and Paul still work together. Every time Hidgens asks, Ted is like “Paul? Nah. He’s totally normal.”

Gary is a mob lawyer. He used to work for Emma’s family, but now he works for Sherman and Linda. They’re technically competition, and if they ever find out that he’s playing both sides he’ll absolutely die, but in the meantime he is racking up that cash. He is so rich. He is capable of great evil, and occasionally does terrible things, but overall he’s an affable guy. He and Charlotte had an unfortunate tryst once that ended with her tying him to the Welcome to Hatchetfield sign with his own scarf, but he still pines for her. She’s the one that got away. And continues to get away. cops hate her: local woman refuses to go to jail.

MacNamara still works for PEIP, which is only slightly a different job, on account of there being very public superheroes in this world. He and Xander have been married for ten years, but they are both under the (mistaken) impression that it wasn’t a real marriage because it was done undercover. He thinks about that and is very sad about it sometimes. But they’re partners, and that’s good enough that he can be content with it. For now. He has the ability to intensify or nullify other people’s superpowers, and he does his best to keep it quiet. He thinks there’s something noble about living without superpowers, and vaguely wishes that he and Chad’s roles were swapped- until he remembers that Chad has one (1) brain cell to his name.

Xander has the ability to speak to computers. It’s not flashy, at first glance. It doesn’t have the pizzazz of Paul’s gifts or the subtle mind fuckery of John and Bill’s. But he can know whatever he wants, can hear anything, tap any phone call, look through any webcam. He doesn’t, because he’s not a fucking creep, but he can. PEIP was lucky to find him before CCRP- and so was everyone else in the world. Xander’s not flashy in general- he keeps a lot to himself. He and John have been partners for a long time, and they still haven’t said they love each other. He still hasn’t told John that he’s a member of the Board. He still hasn’t told John that he and Paul are in the same book club.

Schaffer doesn’t need powers. You think she needs powers? Her power is that she breathes and death turns away. PEIP was built by good people like Schaffer, people with principles and strong hearts and ice cold spines of steel. Normal, human people, unremarkable except that they chose to be better. She’s fourth-generation PEIP, born and raised to believe in the service they do, the protection they provide. Some of the more bitter agents will say that Schaffer benefitted from nepotism. They will never say this in front of her, because deep down they know she did not and they know that she will prove it by kicking their asses. She and Carol used to date, but the strain of crossing enemy lines in what was, essentially, a Cold War between PEIP and the Board got to them both. Schaffer is the person Hidgens called after he got struck by lightning.

Charlotte is Sam’s henchman and quietly in the running for longest con ever pulled. One day she is going to off him and take his place as the leading supervillain in Hatchetfield, but that day is not today. She likes Ted, but Sam keeps telling her to kill him, so their relationship amounts to “the inherent eroticism of trying to murder each other”. Nobody is entirely certain how she does what she does, but she’s very, very good at her job. Emma looks up to her just a little. She had a therapist once. He tried to sleep with her. She no longer has a therapist. She does have a very lovely goldfish, however.

Mr. Davidson is MacNamara’s twin brother and Hidgens’ ex. His wife is a genuine bona fide Batman-level hero in a bigger city, so he occasionally gets kidnapped or tortured. Hidgens still writes him bitter and mildly threatening love ballads that he genuinely treasures and sends very heartfelt thank you notes for. His life is so messy. There’s so much drama. He’s also completely powerless and cheerful about it. (Re: the Working Boys.... he’s Chad. Chad MacNamara Davidson.)

Alice is developing absolutely no superpowers and she’s really really annoyed about it. She used to take this out on Lex, as teenagers will, but after Lex dropped out she began to regret that. Too little and much too late, but regret is regret. She keeps trying to mend that bridge, but it’s not working. Unfortunately for her, she’s still been seen with Lex and Ethan, and that’s enough. Imminent danger perceives no difference between friend and foe. Alice is full of a very different kind of potential, however, and sooner or later all that bottled-up anger and stress will lash out.

Deb, on the other hand, is an intern at the Board of Directors’ headquarters, which is now St. Damien’s given that Becky is in charge. Interns for heroes are much less common than henchmen working for villains, but Deb has a keen interest in coordination and overseeing operations. Bill hates having her on comms for missions, but she’s just... so good at her job. She can brew a pot of Red Bull twice-steeped coffee, arrange a date with Alice, avoid an international incident, redirect PEIP and talk Bill through defusing a bomb in the same ten-minute stretch. Lesbians can do anything. This is a fact. They are the backbone of our society.

Hot Chocolate Boy is full of secrets. And hot chocolate.

And speaking of St. Damien’s, do you recall poor Bridgette, who lost her eyesight in a horrible accident? I’m not saying Hatchetfield is going to have it’s very own Matt Murdock expy, but I am saying that. She’s blind, she’s Catholic, and she’s coming for your kneecaps.

Linda is a very low-level villain who operates out of her husband’s office and sics her Boating Club on people. Gerald should technically be a threat, given that it’s the Monroe family prerogative to slaughter rising heroes with an alacrity that distinguished them from all the other families in Hatchetfield. He is not. He’s barely even a henchman. Linda got all the bloodlust between the two of them, and she is out for blood from the start. Though initially quickly defeated, she grows in seriousness over the course of time and ends up a formidable threat with a weighty grudge against Becky and Lex. She’s not much in a physical fight, Linda, but she is deeply, deeply vindictive, and she’s willing to make any deals she has to to bring Becky down. Any deals. With anyone. Anything.

Sherman Young is a mob boss, and you know it. He’s a real creep and he’s got some sick hobbies, even for a man in his line of work, but somehow the 80s jacket and the comb-over mullet make it all worse. He’s the richest man in town, and that’s saying something, but if Linda has a say in things he won’t be for long. The Youngs, the Monroes, and the Perkins have been at war since the founding of the town, and Sherman is cutting down his competition. He might have even arranged for Jane’s accident to happen, but nobody is sure. Nobody living, anyway.

Sam is a villain. He’s not super or anything. He’s just a villain. He’s top-tier Joker-level normie, but he still goes toe-to-toe with all kinds of heroes. Notable for being pretty much exactly the same as his show counterpart in regards to his proclivity for threats and violence. He once told Paul to “talk to his fucking gun” only to find that Paul is, despite all outward appearances, fucking immortal. He is still very embarrassed about it. He’s up and coming in the Hatchetfield Villain circuit, but he’s definitely a threat. To who? Who can say. Somebody, somewhere.

Papa Ed is a PEIP informant, and he has the ability to speak to animals. He’s raising Peanuts to be a very small, very enthusiastic little squirrel spy.

Man in a Hurry is a former speedster who lost his powers and compensates for it by Being In A Hurry at all times.

Homeless Man is a CCRP agent. He specializes in camouflage and compassion. He doesn’t remember what came before, but he knows something did, and finding out what it was is all he has left to hope for.

Howard Goodman does not have superpowers, but he’s got gumption. Okay, I lied. He doesn’t have gumption. But he’s a very nice man.

#black friday #starkid #tgwdlm #Golden Age AU #masterpost #long post #[finger guns] love these idiots #this is SO LONG #and i tried not to spoil everything #there’s some stuff i’m keeping in store bc :)) i can

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grimmradiance · 3 years

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The dreamers? 👀

Okay so here’s hoping there isn’t a secret character limit on ask responses because Hoo Boy, I Have Lost Control Of This Ask.

Monomon

A. realistic

Monomon is super hyperempathetic--that’s part of the reason the Foggy Canyon is the way it is. She’s surrounded by other creatures that prefer to simply exist, who are fine with being left alone, but also don’t mind if she or that odd heavy bug she adopted gives them a little pat on the way past. That’s also the reason Quirrel is so good with a nail--Monomon could channel the powers of lightning and/or explosions that other jelly creatures seem to have, but emotionally? imagine the toll.

B. not realistic but hilarious

She has NO sense of scale whatsoever. None. Most bugs in Hallownest measure things against their height, since a bug’s shell is rigid and generally about the same length all the time, but since Monomon is 70% jelly by volume, she tends to measure herself like a cat or a mouse would, by the amount of space she needs to fit into places. This makes Quirrel’s life...unusual, to say the least. She gets stuck places sometimes.

C. heart-wrenching

If she’s hyperempathetic, imagine how she fucking feels about Quirrel and the Hollow Knight. I can’t even go off on a three paragraph rant on this one it just makes me HURT. Quirrel being sent to the Howling Cliffs for No Thoughts Crystalline Memories Empty treatment was probably her best attempt at mercy. God. I’m never gonna be over these sad fucking bugs.

D. it’s my canon and I choose what parts of it matter

Monomon is a very, very clever conversationalist. She knows how to talk in just such a way that you feel like you’re being heard and understood, until you suddenly realized you’ve said something aloud you really shouldn’t, and Monomon says “don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.”

And then, of course, she tells Quirrel, because what is knowledge for if not to be shared? The two of them could totally take down the structure of the White Palace if they were on the same page about how to go about it.

Herrah

A. realistic

This is more about Deepnest in general, but the Weavers prefer to be left to their own devices, and leave other groups of insects to theirs. I mean, look at the Weaverlings from the Weaver’s Song charm. They’re the only companion charm that doesn’t actively target enemy bugs, they just sort of...wibble around. And they’re a relic of the Weavers as they moved towards the heart of Deepnest. The dangerous, heavily-trapped and hypervigilant Deepnest we see is a product of outside interference, presumably the Pale King being salty that the Weavers didn’t accept his rule.

B. not realistic but hilarious

Herrah didn’t just teach Hornet to be a persnickety little anarchist terror in the White Palace, oh no. She tried to teach Quirrel to be a feral little gremlin too. I mean, most of it didn’t stick, but she tried.

C. heart-wrenching

You know that one Tumblr post that’s basically “sorry, all the nice queers are gone, you killed them, so now it’s just us pissed-off cockroach motherfuckers left”? That’s what happened to Deepnest. What kind of peaceful or uninvolved society would need anything fucking like the Midwife or the Devouts? Well, they’re perfectly good to have around if peace is no longer an option. Every once in a while I just lose it thinking about all the culture the Weavers probably had preserved through their tapestries, and how much of it must have gotten destroyed along the way.

Also bonus round for Sad And/Or Horrifying Implications regarding Hornet: most spiders lay hundreds or thousands of eggs at a time. I don’t have the time to even START unpacking Hornet’s distinct lack of siblings (as in specifically not half-siblings).

D. it’s my canon and I choose what parts of it matter

slaps my little hands on the table. Even as everything was going to shit, Vespa and Herrah were still good friends, and sent letters to each other over the Stagways. She got to know a number of Vespa’s subjects very well, including the Hive Knight. Silksong better give us more lore on them.

Lurien

A. realistic

The Pale King loved having Lurien around because Lurien was half of TPK’s charisma. TPK very much seems the type to get wound up in his own thoughts and image, constantly micromanaging it to get the best response from specific people. (Unrelated, but I think only the Hollow Knight knows what TPK is really like, since if TPK really did believe Hollow had no mind and no voice, why would he bother? People make that exact assumption all the time with disabled people anyways, I am sick of my peers realizing I have a disability and changing the way they act around me send tweet This is a whole other post, maybe I’ll write it another time.) So who better is there to have around than someone whose hobby and greatest skill is watching a situation and analyzing it? Once the Dreamers were sealed, TPK’s public image was fucked, no doubt about it.

B. not realistic but hilarious

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned Autistic Lurien before but he is in my head, so branching off of my own experiences: this guy is the KING of Relatable Lapses Of Insight. This man has drunk paint water before on accident. This man has tried to sit on a stack of tablets and knocked himself over. This man will spend three minutes explaining how light reflection works to try and convey the word he’s forgetting. (The word he’s forgetting is “mirror.”) I care him so much.

C. heart-wrenching

I cannot overexaggerate how fucking brilliant of a meta-narrative choice the existence of Lurien’s butler is. I *cannot.* I am perpetually in awe of how good Hollow Knight is with environmental storytelling, and how much material it leaves for people who love to dig way too far into things.

Why do I bring this up here? Lurien’s butler is a parallel to Hornet and Quirrel, who are, to Herrah and Monomon, their only concrete link to the present that isn’t at least partially painted over in the Pale King’s propaganda. And he’s been Light-ridden for gods only know how long. The popular fanon about Lurien having it bad for the Pale King always gets me thinking about this, because we have Lurien’s journal as our only source on him. A scarce few lines: his sleep is in service to King and kingdom.

I can’t help but wonder if Lurien chose those words especially deliberately, knowing they would be his last. “Though my gaze falls no longer on this city, I will act forever in its protection,” in a journal carefully hidden in a private building of the City of Tears. Why hide something like that with so much care, unless there was something to be gleaned from it? Well, whatever information we need to know about Lurien to contextualize anything outside of context clues and the King’s image of him would have been with someone who was loyal and trustworthy enough to watch over him. Someone who was loyal and trustworthy enough that that would be all that remained in their mind, even under the Light’s influence.

Basically, what I’m getting at here: I know for a fact there is something we don’t know about Lurien, and whatever that secret is, it died with his butler.

D. it’s my canon and I choose what parts of it matter

Lurien travels! He is very good at making up academic or political excuses for it, but we all know why he’s really leaving the city: to paint. He isn’t quite as skilled with natural features as the regular shapes you see in a city, but he enjoys himself so that’s what matters.

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Ok first of all your Darkling magic post was fantastic and I can't get enough but now I MUST know...what kind of magic do the Stayer sisters have and how does it manifest??? (Also if you want to share more about Jasper's I will take it because I can't get enough of this bastard)

first of all: i apologize for the length of time between my posting of the worldbuilding post and the posting of this ask... i had almost finished writing you a response and then my computer shut down and the ask did not save! so that was a blow directly to my head! i also apologize for... the length of this!

second of all: [cups my hands and offers you this]

They say Cressida Stayer was nine years old when she turned her hair to gold. They laid her down in bed blonde, and the next morning, the waves cascading down her shoulders were solid metal, glinting harshly in the sunlight, weighing her down, creating that odd head-cocked expression she still wears now. Nine years old. Two or three years before most people develop enough magic skills to dye a single curl. Much less transfigure their hair into precious metal.

People also say Leovald Stayer’s immediate reaction was to hack it off her head and melt it down for cash. But generally they say that part a lot quieter.

— darkling, segment iv: control

so: the stayer sisters and magic.

if we charted the stayer sisters on the passive-to-active scale, it would look like this!

(left to right: ruby, cressida, and gracen.)

that said, they’re all leovald stayer’s kids, and leovald is pretty well known as one of the most magical people in dovermorry, if not in general. so he fully expected his children to have large amounts of raw magical energy as well. and they didn’t disappoint. cressida is the one well-known as a Magical Prodigy ™, but gracen and ruby are also notably powerful and notably in-control of their magic, especially for their ages! (21, 19, and 16, in descending order.) most people don’t get really, really good at controlling their magic until well into adulthood. technically you can join the guild at 17 or older, but the median age on the Mage’s Guild’s high council is, like, sixty. (when leovald is the young guy in the group, there’s an issue.)

interestingly, cressida is about two months from turning 17. but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. in descending order:

gracen’s entire thing is control. gracen stayer has a lot of power inside of her that would very much like to be outside of her, and gracen would very much like to prevent it from getting loose. she deals with this by being so hyperaware of her magic that it cannot possibly Do Things On Its Own, because she keeps it on an extremely tight leash. (this is a pretty good metaphor for how gracen deals with things in general.)

gracen... runs the stayer household. by which i mean she does everything from cleaning up after Mandatory Family Dinner to helping cressida with her calc homework to making sure ruby comes home before curfew (as not to get yelled at) to organizing leovald’s paperwork and making sure he doesn’t say something stupid on TV. gracen does most of leovald’s grunt work, actually. does she hate this? yes. but she’s also pretty sure that training the most powerful man in dovermorry into instinctively relying on her for everything is… a good long-term move, pragmatically speaking.

so gracen has a lot to do! and a lot of magic that she absolutely will not allow to build up inside of her. and she deals with this by using her magic for everything. she parcels small bits of magic out for every small task - doing the dishes, summoning a pencil from the other side of the room, making paperwork organize itself. if someone spills their drink on the carpet, gracen will draw the drink back out of the fibers, drop by drop, into the cup. by twitching one finger. understandably, this takes a lot of practiced focus and control; magic is very much something you can study and gracen very much studies it the way feral high schoolers study for the ACT. it almost doesn’t matter how active her magic is, because her magic NEVER takes any kind of natural form - she wrings out every drop in a very deliberate way. (i say almost because she can still feel it. she deliberately keeps it calm. it is harder than it looks. pretty much everything i’ve just said about gracen’s magic is a FANTASTIC metaphor for [gestures] the everything about gracen.)

and then there’s ruby, who is exactly the opposite. quelle surprise.

look, ruby is fully aware that no matter how much she practices, she is never going to be as good at controlling her magic as gracen. so she just… doesn’t. she just doesn’t! she doesn’t control it and she doesn’t use it. magic isn’t her best skill - her skillset lies in writing, in thinking, in persuading, in befriending, in provoking. why on earth would ruby magically whisk her laundry off the floor when she can just pick it up? and why would she pick it up when she can probably convince someone else to do it for her?

“but max,” you are thinking, “doesn’t her magic build up like you’ve been saying?” yes and she likes it. to be fair, she has comparatively more passive energy than her sisters; it’s easier for ruby to deal with this buildup than it would be for gracen. or for jasper, for that matter. when jasper’s magic gets to be Too Much, it’s a physical palpable thing; he gets itchy and shaky and tense and sometimes sick until he can twist off the metaphorical cap and let off some steam. for ruby, it’s more like an adrenaline rush - pounding heart, shaky limbs, heightened senses and emotions, without the risk of Making A Mess in public. she likes to let her magic build and build and build and build and then pull it back and release it into something deliberate at the very last minute. she finds this thrilling. which isn’t to say she doesn’t care! that honestly takes as much control and focus as gracen’s strategy does.

at her high school graduation, ruby “accidentally” “lost control” and set off magical fireworks over her head as she crossed the stage. loudly and vividly. leovald in the audience was so psyched he shouted. gracen would have slammed her head into the wall, except she had to comfort cressida, who reacts to loud noises like this:

as much as gracen and ruby differ in their ways of handling their magic, they’re… very similar at the core. what looks effortless is actually a lot of concentrated effort behind the scenes. and then there’s cressida, who just… does not have that.

some people (leovald) think of magic as a thing to flaunt. some people (jasper) are constantly fighting it. cressida just… does not care all that much? she just does not care. magic comes very naturally to her because it is first and foremost a way she copes with being trans and autistic in a world that is not made for her. she used to turn the lights out when rooms got too bright (and then sat back and let everyone else wonder what had happened). she’ll change fabrics to make them softer or smoother. the real story of her hair has nothing to do with gold - she was ten, not nine, and she grew her hair out to shoulder-length overnight, because she was sick of having short hair. and that was what made the rest of her family realize that maybe all that stuff about wanting to be a girl was, like… significant.

technically, yes, she is a Magical Prodigy ™! her magic settled very early and she has a LOT of it. and her magic, more than even her sisters’, is very similar to leovald’s. leovald lets his magic do WHATEVER the fuck, and the result is that he warps the world around him a LOT - fireplaces light when he walks into the room; lights flicker when he raises his voice; doors burst open in front of him even when they aren’t automatic; when his emotions are running high they affect the weather. cressida’s magic would like to be doing all of that. leovald would also like cressida’s magic to be doing all of that.

but cressida… kind of just doesn’t give a shit? she has a lot of untapped potential that she is fine with not tapping. she is perfectly content with living her life using her magic to, like, change the radio station from the backseat of the car (when you’re the youngest of three children, you NEVER get shotgun).

buuuuuut leovald is really psyched about having a freaky magical savant child. and most people see cressida - quiet, staring off into space, blank facial expression, not great at talking - and quietly assume that the magic thing is… like… all she has going for her. so she’s very much been pigeonholed into Magical Prodigy Zone, whether she likes that or not.

whoa this is a lot of text have an image

and then jasper is just… the anti-cressida. he has a thousand and one talents and gets perfect grades and charms everyone he meets and he is a walking biohazard when it comes to magic. and it drives him CRAZY, as much as he pretends not to care.

most people have their magic all figured out by the time they’re in high school. jasper is sixteen, almost seventeen, and something about it is… still just not working for him. even simple stuff (duplicating post-it notes! making flashcards shuffle themselves!) just… takes much more effort than it should. and because he hates being bad at it, he doesn’t use it, and then it builds up, and he ends up jittering like a live wire, and then if that goes too far things explode.

jasper has elected to blame his mother pretty much entirely for this, because vee has NONE of the same problems. (plenty of problems! but not related to magic.) …plus, you know. jasper’s had enough mishaps in public to know that his father ALSO blames jasper’s mother, pretty vocally, whenever he gets the chance.

on a conscious level, jasper is actually fine with having magic that just Does Not Fucking Work. because he has SO many nonmagical skills that it makes up the difference. at his boarding school, he sits atop a throne made of forged prescriptions, pay-per-page homework, and confessions of love from people who do not know him nearly enough to confess their love to him. on a subconscious level he has a whole complex about it but [gesturing] that’s a given, isn’t it

#suits-of-woe-main #THANK YOU BTW SERIOUSLY...#i adore your writing so your interest in this makes me 🥺🥺#so here i am writing an essay as per usual.#max.txt #darkling tag #leovald stayer #gracen stayer #ruby stayer #cressida stayer #jasper greenwood #all maxes know... is rewrite shakespeare... and respond to questions with a full page of text...#asks

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autisticpeterparkerheadcanons · 5 years

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He’s not sure how Flash of all people finds out, but somehow he does.

And somehow, this fact makes the bullying worse than ever.

Peter has a thick skin, especially when it comes to Flash, but he’s still insecure, and some things will always sting more than others.

He’s gotten more comfortable about stimming in public, and Flash seems to have picked up on his more obvious ones, and imitates them in an exaggerated way, of course.

May and Tony and MJ have been drilling it into his head that stimming is perfectly fine and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of it, but seeing Flash use it as a way of making fun of him makes him want to start hiding it again.

He starts stimming less when Flash is anywhere near him. Which means he doesn’t hardly at all during decathlon, and sticks to more subtle ones when they have the same classes.

But the fact that he’s doing it less doesn’t deter Flash at all. It actually seems to egg him on. “I knew you were just doing it for attention, Penis. You’re nothing special.”

Peter would never admit how much more this recent onslaught stung from anything else Flash has ever said.

MJ could only shake her head and say, “He’s a jerk. Ignore him and stop repressing your need to stim. He’s never gonna understand what this is like. He’s never gonna understand why we need to. Don’t force yourself to stop because of him. It’s not worth it.”

He tries. He really does. But even on the days he feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin, he hides it because his stubborn pride won’t let him give Flash any more ammunition.

He’s sitting in class on a bad brain day with Flash one row over from him, and he does his best to hide his stimming so Flash won’t see. He’s wearing a hoodie, and one hand is in the pocket focused on a cube, but honestly it’s just not doing much for him today.

What would help? Moving. Moving a lot. But he pushes down that need to incessantly bounce his leg because Flash will definitely see that. Lunch is next. If he can hold out until then, he can move around as much as he needs to.

He’s so focused on not bouncing his leg that when the teacher calls on him to answer a question, he freezes. He has no idea what she asked or even what she was talking about, and that’s all it takes to shove him over the edge.

He can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t say anything at all. He wants to run away but curl up in a ball and block out the world at the same time. He’s aware that his teacher is talking at him, but he’s not processing anything she’s saying. He can feel everyone staring, and he’s sure Flash is laughing quietly to himself, and he just can’t.

But then Ned is there, filling his field of vision, gripping his elbow firmly with one hand and signing ‘do you need to leave?’ with the other.

If he leaves, Flash will have a field day. But he currently can’t really function, so he doesn’t really have a choice. (And if he’s honest, he really doesn’t want to stay anyway.) He nods, and Ned pulls him to his feet, takes him to the office, and soon May is there to get him.

It’s the first time he’s shutdown at school (at least the first time after coming to know what a shutdown is), and he’s miserable because he hates this and hates it even more that there’s not really anything he can do about it.

The next day, Flash...leaves him alone? Mostly. He’s not really sure what happened after he left, but he has his suspicions that Ned told MJ and MJ tore into Flash with a vengeance.

(Not that Flash has ever listened before, so he wonders why he is this time; MJ must really have something good on him to use as blackmail. He doesn’t ask. He’s not sure he even wants to know if he’s honest. But he is grateful. Flash barely throws a glance his way for the rest of the week. It doesn’t last, but the reprieve is certainly nice, anyway.)

He’s not sure how Tony finds out the details (because he didn’t even really tell May), but somehow he did, and the next time he’s over at the Tower Tony sits him down as soon as he arrives to talk about what happened.

(He has a sneaking suspicion that it has to do with Ned and MJ again, but he can’t prove it, and he doesn’t ask.)

They talk through it, and it ends with Tony gently reminding him that stimming is okay, no matter what anyone else says, and if he needs to then he should.

Peter knows this; he does. But he’s conditioned himself away from it, and he’s still trying to undo that, and it’s hard.

Tony is quiet for a moment. “Ya know, I could just --” and he mimes firing off Iron Man blasters around the room.

And Peter laughs because he knows that Tony really is only half joking and his mentor probably would go scare the crap out of Flash if he asked.

(Tony lets it drop after that, and they go to work.)

MJ’s threats only last so long before Flash is back at it. Still, it’s not quite as bad as before, he thinks.

April rolls around, and he decides to publicly out Spider-Man as being autistic. He doesn’t regret it for more reasons than one, and he could honestly say that Flash didn’t factor into it at all. He just wants to give other autistics someone they can look up to -- someone like themselves.

Flash suddenly not mocking his traits is just a bonus effect. Apparently even Flash doesn’t want to be labeled as ableist, especially when Spider-Man is the one doing the calling-out.

Things get easier for him in more ways than one after that. It’s sad, he thinks, that a superhero coming out was what it took for teachers (and other students) to actually follow through on accommodations, but he’s glad for it. Not just for himself, either. He knows it’s helping other kids get the accommodations they need, too.

(He makes a mental note to go live more often about causes that are important to him. If people listen to Spider-Man about this, maybe they’ll listen about other things, too.)

#actuallyautistic #autistic peter parker #autistic headcanon #ned leeds #michelle jones #flash thompson #ned and mj are Good Bros #flash is a jerk #but he's not beyond hope haha #can i write one of these without tony appearing?#apparently not lol #tony stark #may parker #she gets a mention in there at least #cw: bullying mention #don't tag as st//rker please and thank you

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mystt · 5 years

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i have a lot of thoughts about the state of homestuck right now and no one to talk to about it. im so sorry

i really want to love june egbert with all my heart, accept her with open arms!!! i relate so much to the idea of a weird awkward guying going thru a lot of his life feeling like something was wrong, like there was a disconnect between himself and the rest of the world, only to eventually realize that the problem was so deeply rooted that he never even realized that it could BE the problem! all of the art has been amazing, of seeing this just-out trans girl finally ecstactic to be herself and her friends meeting her for the first time all over again. the #juneisreal party on twitter yesterday was the most joyous and connected ive seen the homestuck fandom be for a long time!! but, because this is homestuck, i dont think everything about this situation is all sunshine and rainbows, not in the longterm anyway.....

frankly, a lot of ppl aren’t too happy about this, and they have every right to feel that way. i can sympathize with those people because tbh i wasn’t a huge fan of roxy being transmasc in the epilogues (to be fair, theyve grown a lot on me now that ive had some time to think about it / see content involving them)! john has been an established character for a long time, someone that a lot of ppl have grown a very deep and personal connection with! its totally possible that someone read homestuck, interpreted john’s character in a very similar way to i just did, and come at the totally opposite outcome! maybe john is actually a trans guy and has a lot of trepidation navigating sexuality and gender because of it. the point is that all of it is valid, and as long as everyone respects eachother’s headcanons we’ll all be fine and dandy, right?

well, with hussie making her ‘real,’ the fandom dynamic around june (and roxy) content will inevitably change. the letter that hussie wrote for the epilogue is a bunch of garbage but it basically boils down to the epilogues not really being an epilogue but an on/off ramp to whatever homestuck ends up being in the future. this all but guarantees more june/transmasc roxy content, which im totally down for, but will that content be as ‘dubiously canon’ as the epilogues were? and if not, what happens then?

are we supposed to believe that basically all homestuck content from this point on is al-a-carte, where each reader is able to pick and choose what is and isn’t canon? we were already doing that, but that’s the fandom’s job! call me crazy but there has to be some separation between fanon and canon! otherwise, you get complete mob-rule anarchy, which we’ve already seen wrt roxy and june!

homestuck is in a lose-lose situation with its characters at this point. the core appeal of the WHOLE DAMN COMIC is that all of its characters have very defined personalities and very amorphous everything else. homestuck is so everlasting because every reader comes out of it with their own permutations of each character in their head.....almost like.....a headcanon, u could call it!

but at the same time, homestuck has to have more ~representation~ in its cast nowadays. its just the trend that all media is following as people demand to see more of themselves reflected in the things they enjoy. that is absolutely valid in most forms of media where characters are well-defined in their identity, but that doesn’t work with homestuck, because no matter what you WILL be stepping on the toes of someone’s version of a character that they’ve been fostering in their own head for god knows how long

i think there ARE ways to make homestuck’s cast more diverse in a concrete way without making everyone upset! the first is to......make new characters......if homestuck really is entering a new era, why can’t it burst onto the scene with a new rainbow cast of misfits for everyone to imprint themselves onto? not enough trans mlm rep? why not make a new one (that isnt lanque)! not enough canon autistic rep? hire an autistic person to make an autistic character! friendsim would’ve been perfect for this, but they didnt take advantage of it basically AT ALL (and where they did they......kinda fucked up lmao)

something else ive seen suggested is to establish new identities for characters that don’t fundamentally change who they are. if you’re like me and you think homestuck needs more trans girls, why would you take JOHN of all ppl and make him mtf when you have a perfectly good rose....or jade....or terezi (or roxy but eh. thats not on the table anymore) right there!

and i think its important to say that i dont blame this at all on the original creators of the june headcanon, i appreciate what theyve done and the works theyve inspired a lot! its not their fault, but things have really REALLY got out of hand. with pesterquest on the horizon, i think we’re in a fascinating and nervous period for homestuck. things are going to be changing soon, and i dont know if its gonna be for the better :C

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck fandom #look. im hoping at least SOMEONE will read this a;lkdsjf #masc roxy ment

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The Worst Third Date Ever part 5

Chapter 5: It's a date

After their case in Denver, Spencer got his suitcase at the hotel and while JJ made the check out to leave, he was typing a text on his phone.

Dave walked to him "hey kid, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm letting know Max we will return tonight, she asked me to text her when I'm done with a case" Rossi smiled looking at his boy genius "you know what? This is some new experience because, I always saw JJ, Hotch, Derek, Matt, Emily, Luke even you texted someone they are ok and they will return home" Spencer smiled and Dave patted his back.

"There's always new experiences in life and I'm happy you are living this one. She cares about you a lot" Spencer nodded softly.

"Yeah, she wants things slow and that's fine for me"

"That's perfectly normal, especially when she had a relationship with a man that wasn't nice to her. I totally understand that"

"Me too and I won't do anything she doesn't want me to. So I don't know when to ask her to be my girlfriend"

Dave smiled at him "you will know, when the moment arrives, you will know" Spencer just nodded and JJ with the rest of team arrived, ready to return home.

They chatted about their parallel universes expectations, he told JJ he wanted to be a cowboy with horses and cattle and she would be there with Will and the kids, Dave will have a saloon and Penelope a place for wounded animals.

Dave told them his wish to be a boxer and then talked about his conversation with Muhammad Ali where he was drunk.

After that the travel was relaxed. They slept a few minutes before the pilot announced they arrived to DC.

They leave to there houses, it was midnight so they decided to do the paperwork in the morning.

Spencer drove to his apartment and when he arrived he found a letter under his door. He was nervous because he knows how unsubs try bad things with the nails but when he saw it was from Max he relaxed a bit.

It was written by her hand so it could not be someone faking her, also no signs of stress in her writing. He was profiling a piece of paper but he had to make sure.

When he was sure the letter was legit he opened the envelope and inside was a letter.

Hey Spencer:

I wrote this letter to welcome you home after a few days working outside.

Since we met and you told me somethings about your job, I got worry, and after faced Cat, well it grew up more.

Now finally I got two tickets for a "Paint and Drink" event, I know you do not drink alcohol so you just skip that and drink water.

It is this Saturday night. The rest of the week I will be busy but I promise to call you when I can.

See you soon,

Max Brenner.

Spencer took out the tickets for the event and smiled at that. He was not the kind of artistic man but he hopes he can do a decent job.

Then he put the letter and tickets on his table and walked to his bedroom, changes into his sleeping clothes and lays in bed falling sleep almost immediately.

The next morning he woke up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and then walked back to his bedroom to dress up and drives to his work where he did his paper work.

At noon JJ walked over to him "hey Spence, I guess you are ready" he nodded "ok want to come over with us to eat? Emily will arrive tomorrow, she and Andrew want to spend another day together so, no cases until she comes back"

"Sure I would like it" he stood up and gets his messenger bag with him as the team leave for lunch. Talking about random stuffs.

"So Spencer how are things with Max?" Luke asked as they walked in a Chinese restaurant.

The others looked at him waiting for his answer "well she invited me to go to a 'paint and drink' event this Saturday night"

"Oh that sounds awesome, I heard it was a cool way to connect with your couple and do something different"

"I would love to see Spence painting" JJ said with a smirk "he is the math boy"

"Actually everything is math... music, art, cooking..."

"Ok I will stop you right there before you ruin my artistic side" said Tara.

They all walked in and asked for a table for 6 people. The waiter led the way to the table and after they were sitting he handed them the menu.

They ordered their food and talked happily. It was one of those weird calm days when the BAU did not have to see dead bodies or catch psychopaths or psychotic people.

"How is little Rosemary doing?" Asked Spencer.

"She's amazing, she is quieter than the other four were. She let us sleep" Matt smiled "and since it's our fifth kid, there's almost anything we didn't expected from her"

They laughed then JJ added "yeah when you already had a kid, the second is easier. I can't imagined the fifth"

"It's still an experience but not like the first" he smiled.

JJ nodded and they finished their food, they decided to divide the bill and everyone pay part of it.

Spencer calculated it and they all pay their food then go back to the office where the rest of the day was calm.

When Spencer was ready to go back home he got a call from Max.

"Hey there" he said holding his bag.

"Hey, how was your day?"

"It was pretty good, a normal office day it's a weird thing here at the FBI. What about you?" He was pushing the button of the elevator.

"Busy... can we meet at the coffee shop? I have to tell you something"

"Sure, see you in... um... ten minutes?"

"Perfect, see you"

He wondered what she wanted to tell him that were so important and cannot wait. He drives and in ten minutes he was at their usual 'coffee date' place.

When he walked in, she was already at the line to order coffee.

"Hey Max" he smiled and walked toward her.

"Oh hey" she hugged him and kissed his cheek gently, they have not openly kissed in public yet "glad you arrived, I was about to order for you too"

He nodded and she ordered their coffee and then went to pick them up. They added their cream and sugar then walked to a table.

"Ok what did you want to talk about?" He asked drinking some of his coffee.

"Right... um... do you remember that job opportunity at the Smithsonian?" He nodded "well they called yesterday. They want me to prepare a class for some autistic children" he smiled at her.

"That's amazing, Max!"

"I know right?! I'm super nervous, the class will be this Sunday. I spent the day searching information and preparing the class" she bit her lip "can you help me with something?"

"Of course anything"

"Can you read it and tell me if I'm doing fine? It just you use psychology and I bet you know more than me about them"

"Sure I can, did you bring it?" She nodded, get it out of her purse and handed it to him.

He read it quickly and smiled at her "it's perfect. The autistic child had various characteristics and I think this class it's perfect for them. Make sure to do it in a place with a good acoustic so your voice can be listened and doesn't bother them. Always talk with a calm voice and if they go into... um... their own mind use a light touch to bring them back. Ok?"

She nodded taking some notes "thank you Spencer" she leans in a kissed him gently "and if I have more questions I can call you right?"

"Of course. But I think you will do it just perfectly. I was wondering if, after this, the Saturday night date will still happening"

"Yes, that's why I'm doing this today and maybe tomorrow. We are on Thursday so I still have tomorrow after my class at the school" he smiled and looked at his cup.

"You know I am a man of science no an artist, right?"

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that. But I also know that anyone can paint. And it doesn't matter if you do a Piccaso or a three years-old scribble. I will still love it because you made an effort" she smiled sweetly at him and he smiled back.

"You are really sweet, let's see what I end up doing" he laughed gently and drank more.

"You will do it really good" she smiled and checked her watch "oh I have to leave, Michelle invited me to go her house" she looked at him "see you on Saturday?"

"Of course, enjoy your dinner with your sister" he smiled at her and they both stood up. They both hugged each other and them she left.

He looked as she got in her car and drove to her sister's house, then he walked to his apartment.

Saturday will be an interesting challenge for his scientific brain. Let's see how it goes.

OOooOOooOO

What do you think? I am kind of a nerd so I will try to make him paint something nerdy like... some quantum physics theory or something from Doctor Who or Star Trek.

I do not know, if you have some other ideas I would like you to comment them. I am always open to new ideas.

Thank you for read.

#fanfiction #spencer reid #maxine brenner #maxcer #criminal mind

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