#downy writes

[galedekarios]

gale & scent

i saw a post the other day wondering about what gale would smell like and i can't find it right now, so i thought i'd make my own post about it.

it's not the word of god, of course, but tim did say that he believes gale smells like a combination of:

-sandalwood -bonfire smoke -beard oil -talcum powder -winter

tim downie: "i think gale smells like sandalwood, i think he does - and probably bonfire smoke. [...] yes, beard oil. that's a definite must. [...] probably a talcum powder. [...] sandalwood and bonfire - not too much, not like you're standing next to it, but just a little... for me, that smells of winter. that's the thing."

personally, i also like the idea that a hint of fresh salty sea air clings to him, a memory of waterdeep he carries with him no matter where he goes.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #actor: tim downie #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #for all your writing purposes

[breannasfluff]

What if... through time/portal shenanigans, Eldritch!Chain met Wing!Wild for a shift

Traveling through time? Check. Meeting alternate versions of a hero? Also check. Legend sits up in his bedroll and stares at Wild. Or…not-Wild. Not their creepy vibes Wild. No, this one is crouched by the fire, cooking what looks like bugs. Oh, and he’s got wings. Because yeah, that’s how this day is going to go.

Legend points, which is rude, but so is dealing with this so early in the morning. “Who are you?”

Not-Wild looks up and honest-to-Hylia chirps at him. Yeah. No. He’s not dealing with this alone. The vet leans across and whacks at Twilight’s bed roll. “Fix this!”

The rancher blinks slowly, entirely too comfortable. “Mornin’. Cub cookin?”

“He’s weird now. What did you do?”

“Me?” Twilight blinks again and sits up, turning to the fire. “Whadja–oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

They both stare at the not-Wild. The person? Bird? Avian? Ruffles feathers and fluffs his wings up around his ears at their stare.

Twilight cheats and slaps Time awake. “Somthin’s goin on.”

By the time the old man extracts himself from the bedding, everyone else is awake and staring as well. Time manages an impassive face pretty well, but his tells give him away. The vein next to his eye is twitching. 

“Good morning.”

Bird boy whistles again and looks at his pan. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Er, right.” Time shares a helpless glance with Twilight. Goddesses, they really make the vet do all the work, don’t they?

“Hey, kid. Where did you come from? Where’s our Wild?”

He cocks his head and flutters his wings. “I’m with you for now, I guess.”

“Who said?”

“Hylia.”

Well, shit. She would inflict some kind of dimensional weirdness on them. 

Wild gives the pan a shake and waves Four over. “Here. You can have half,” he stresses.

Four sidles closer, the wariness growing to confusion as, likely, he doesn’t feel the need to run for the hills. Then he glances in the pan. “Are those bugs?”

“Yeah. Got some nice crunchy bees.” The avian pops one in his mouth and crunches and oh–Legend would like his weird Wild back. Sure he eats animals whole but they aren’t…bugs. “I’ve got a nice big spider we can split, want some of the legs?”

Four blanches and skitters away to the other side of the clearing. Insane-Wild turns his attention on Warriors. “Catch!” Then he chucks something that smacks the captain in the face. Warriors shrieks and flails. The thing falls to the ground. Wild chatters in what must be disappointment. “That was good quality meat!”

“You threw it in my face!”

“Yeah?”

“I have meat juice. On my face.”

“...why didn’t you catch it?”

The captain joins Four on the other side of the clearing. Most of the others back up as well. 

Twilight makes the next move, coming to stand by Wing Boy. Wild sidles away. Twilight shuffles closer. The champion sidles away again. They continue the weird shuffle all the way around the fire as Wild’s wings get higher and higher. Finally, he gives a strange tsksksks and bites the rancher on the arm.

Now Twilight is yelping and hopping away. “What was that for!”

Wild eyes him, wings ruffled. “Too close. You know better.”

“Nah, I don’t!” He rubs his arm with a truly wounded like. Like a kicked puppy. Fitting, considering his transformation.

Sky steps into the fray, but his eyes are glued to the wings. “Is your nickname still Wild?” he asks, only he’s addressing the wingbone rather than the boy attached to it.

“...yeah.”

“Your wings are beautiful! They remind me of my loftwing.”

Wild loosens slightly, wings drooping. “Yeah, your loftwings are cool.”

The chosen hero, because he has rocks for brains, reaches out and pats some feathers. Wild shrieks and explodes off the ground. His wings kick up clouds of dust and he launches straight up, then flaps into a tree and balances on a branch, hissing down at them. Sky is left blinking in confusion, hand still outstretched. 

It takes a good ten minutes for Wild to flutter back down, during which the bugs have been moved out of sight and eggs and potatoes set to cooking in a new pan. 

Legend watches from the corner of his eye as Wild paces around the edge of the group, then zeroes in on where he sits with Hyrule. He gives a funny bird call and trots over, shoving his way between them. 

“Hey!” Hyrule moves entirely, annoyed at being ousted from his seat. Legend gets a face full of feathers which he doesn’t dare push away. 

The avian trills again, wings pulling in tighter.

“Wild,” Legend says, or tries, muffled by feathers. “We don’t know what you want.”

He chatters at them both. “Force of habit.”

“To steal seats?” Hyrule’s prickly, both because he hasn’t had his morning tea, and because his fae sensibilities have been offended.

“Not stealing.” Wild’s attention is caught by the bag at his feet and he dives for it.

“Hands off!” Time jumps for it as well and a wrestling match begins before Wild lets go of the bag. The old man falls back on his butt and masks spill everywhere. 

Everyone tenses as the fierce Deity mask lands in the dirt, but the avian ignores it to grab for a cow mask. He holds it up with a grin. “This is my favorite.”

Time is still sputtering and Hyrule grabs some of the masks, passing them over. “You can’t just–take things!”

Bird boy blinks back, the picture of innocence. On the other side of the clearing, Twilight sulks. Warriors considers his scarf with misery; must have gotten meat juice on it. Sky’s wariness fades into resignation and he sits next to Four, who’s still a little peaky. 

This Wild inspires no strange feelings, but the absence of them is…disconcerting. It’s like a small piece of Legend’s awareness is missing; like he grew an inch without realizing. 

Wind, who was out collecting wood after his watch enters the clearing with a cheery smile. “Good morning! What did I miss?”

The champion perks up and taps his slate, pulling out a crab and tossing it at the sailor. The crab is, unfortunately, still alive. And angry at being thrown before breakfast–or to be breakfast. The crab attaches itself to Wind with vengeance. 

Wind starts screaming.

Legend closes his eyes to the chaos. Hylia, please give them their old Wild back. Nothing is worth this much chaos in the morning.

#what if breverse #absolute chaos #lu wing bois #eldritch wild #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu time #lu sky #lu legend #lu twilight #lu hyrule #lu four #lu wind #my writing #breannasfluff #so much for drabble length #i'll probably pop this on ao3 at some point too in Downy Feathers #asks

[keeponquinning]

yeah, i'm down for tim downie.

not just as gale, anymore.

his cameos, the streamily stream.....and the nail in the coffin? the big mood clips.

this man is ten years older than me and not "cool" but a "dork" and apparently that's my type.

peeps come find me 😭

#tim downie #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #joe is younger than me #tim is older than me #why can't i be into people my age?? lmaoo #but guys i need a whole series of tim playing a hot teacher / principal everyone goes for #and gets bc he's not so secretly a mess #i'm talking former students but also fellow teachers #members of the school board / district #parents even?? #don't make me write this

[gingerteaonthetardis]

i knew going in that gale's story pacing was. not. the best ever, but literally nothing could have prepared me for crossing into the shadowcursification zone, getting into one (1) fight, and my slowburn wizard situationship exploding into a category five Horny Event after like a week of crickets!! and then us bopping off to camp and him going 'actually, i kinda wanna blow myself up 👉👈' ???? girl. what is WRONG with you (affectionate)

#even though i reciprocated fully i couldn't help reading it like. Local Wizard Embarrasses Self So Badly He Just Embraces Death #it was so funny but also. larian writing team i am in your walls #whAt is the way to play so this crazy pacing doesn't occur??? or are we just supposed to put it down to Magic Mood Swings #anyway the galemancing is so fun i am having a great time. tim downie you are That Bitch #abbey.txt #bg3

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

💬

Yeaaaah

From Chapter 1 of Spilt Blood, Ancient Gold, Solemn Secrets Never Told, Something Lost, Never Found, Beware The Heir Of Dismal Downs...

There it was. The moment of shocked silence, before their faces turned to stone, and Scrooge felt the ground fall out from under him.

“Hortense, you should go to your room,” Downey said, and the girl scurried off to be with her sister.

#the chaos duck has spoken #ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck #downy mcduck #chaos duck writes #chaos duck answers #scrooge mcduck villain au #(insert long-ass tumblr-breaking title here)

[jb-nonsense]

along with the coding issues, writing wise that scene (plus meeting Tara) needed to be polished up. With the meeting Tara, there needed to be a little more dialogue than just "stop eating pigeons" and then she flies off. And then this scene, because once you do get the "So your last name is Dekarios" tree, and then it flows back to the main tree, there's a weird rhythm that I need to show in quotes.

And then it goes back to the main tree with

which we've discussed Tara, his mother, and his last name/not moniker self.... so who was he thinking about introducing us to then?? Tara, his mother, or Gale Dekarios????

but it matches if you don't discuss Dekarios and it's obvious he means Tara then

#like. the dekarios thing is cute but maybe....they were planning to cut it due to the weird flow #which they should've thought of that when writing the tree out #idk there's so many things with that little talk that seem unpolished from code to writing #Downie does a great job tho

[acrosseveryuniverse]

Downy Feathers Timeline

Considering that this one-shot series (among others and upcoming) does have a timeline, I'm going to use this to assist me in organizing the story. More will be added as I continue to update and post chapters.

Order from top to bottom is first to last respectively:

Lessons In Preening (Flashback)

Precious Little Thing...And Secret? (Sera, Adam, and Emily visiting Lute and baby Vaggie a bit after she's born. Sera questions father.)

Lessons In Preening (Lute after cancelled Extermination Day)

Spin-Offs' and What-If's (Coming Soon):

#my stuff #my writing #downy feathers #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel vaggie #fanfiction #vaggie #one shot timelines #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel sera

[chasingmidnights]

The T. Swift Project

Song: Picture to Burn

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors d.n.i.!!! I don't think there's really anything to watch out for in this one. I guess maybe narcissism? Other than that, I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Growing up in a small town didn't give you many options, especially when you started looking for love.

When the mayor's son started to take an interest in you, you thought you had struck the jackpot.

You should've seen the first red flag when he picked you up in his red pick up truck and the plates read: Th3 Man.

You slowly began to realize what a narcissist he was and how much control he liked to have... all the damn time.

Over time, you became tired of the constant fighting and him putting his own needs and wants first.

Five months and that was all you could handle of the town's golden boy, Tony Stark.

Rumors quickly spread about you and you did your best to ignore them because you knew the truth.

As you made a bonfire on everything he gave you (which wasn't much, mainly just pictures), you started to plan your revenge.

You'd start by going out with Steve Rogers, one of his best friends.

#the t. swift project #picture to burn #taylor swift #the taylor swift album #tony stark drabble #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fandom #tony stark #tony stark x reader #robert downey jr #robert downy jr characters #marvel characters #tony stark moodboard #chasingmarvel moodboards #chasingmarvel original work #courtney writes

[kurtie4life96]

"I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive." -d4vd

#im in the downy dumps #lmao just another friday tho #i love writing #but i wish i felt good enough to #i wish someone would treat me as nice as the people i write in my fics #oh well #heres my face #and some gifs i made #i wish steve harrington were real #and eddie #and robin #i think the mania is coming soon tho #i hope #romantic homicide #d4vd

[amtrak12]

Long rambles about my current fic project because I’m too excited but I promise it will be horrifically boring for all who follow me unless you also happen to like reading Lucifer fic so I’m putting it behind a cut.

Okay so I'm that person who actually loved S6 and the finale but who also loves reading all the alternate 'Lucifer stays and gets to raise Rory' takes that fic writers put out because, while I don't want kids in real life, I am such a sucker for a good baby!fic. I'm also a HUGE sucker for time travel shenanigans so all the 'Rory time travels to a different season' fics are mmm *chef's kiss* delicious. Right up my alley.

Time travel shenanigans are also right up my writing alley. So, if I was going to use Rory to change any season of the show, it would 1000% be season 3. I abhor season 3. It was so uneven. It doesn't flow from season 2. The timeline was inconsistent from episode to episode making it hard to follow the main arc. Cain is arguably the MOST boring antagonist of the series and yet he was also supposed to be sympathetic at times???? I HATE HIM!

(also his curse doesn't make any sense. Is he really the only person in the history of humanity to not feel guilty for his actions? THE ONLY ONE? That doesn't make any sense! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!)

Anyway, I have tried multiple ideas to shift the events of S3 but my favorites just weren't working out so I let myself play with an idea someone else did in a fic: time travelling TODDLER Rory. The original fic writer dropped her in S4 right after Lucifer learned about Chloe's plot to permanently banish him to hell -- so you know, the absolute perfect time to drop their toddler daughter from the future on them. It was AMAZING. That fic took me for all I'm worth and then some. I'M IN LOVE.

So I thought, time travelling toddler fic, what a perfect treat to give my brain instead of beating my head against the wall. Except when I dropped a toddler Rory halfway into S3... it worked? Like the entire plot just ran through my head, one event after the other, and the emotions were delicious, but not as delicious as the ones that came after the goodbye to Rory. The fic is done, Rory's gone home, but the GRIEF my friends, THE GRIEF!!!!! Like can you imagine? 'Hey here's your daughter. No she hasn't been born yet but you don't mind, right? Great.' *two months later* 'Okay time for her to go back to her own timeline now. Say bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! See you in two seconds for her and SEVERAL YEARS for you' like ????? Heartbreaking. Just absolutely gutting stuff and I must write about Lucifer and Chloe navigating that. Especially because they're not even in a real romantic relationship yet when Rory goes home? They're full coparents and have recovered their S2 'dancing on the line of a relationship' but they haven't actually crossed that line yet. Then the adorable creature tying them together is just.. gone. She's just gone. Now what are they supposed to do?

(Also my god, the pressure knowing the future would put on you. Like, hey we know we're going to have a daughter before we even start a relationship. How awkward is that? So weird. So delicious to explore too.)

And then of course after the time travel and after the grief, you have to change the timeline right? Like sure, sure you showed Rory triumphantly returning home to her family in the epilogue of book 1. The reader knows they changed the timeline and Lucifer stays. But S3 Lucifer didn't believe the timeline would change when Rory left. S4 Lucifer didn't believe it would change either even as he and Chloe figured out how to have a relationship with each other. So OBVIOUSLY we need a third one to finish the story out. And OBVIOUSLY -- given that toddler Rory accidentally invented time travel because Trixie was sad about her daddy and Rory was determined to go to heaven and bring him back for the 'best big sister ever' -- we show Lucifer moving from 'I'm destined to abandon my daughter :(' to 'oh shit we actually can change the future! I can stay! :D'.... by allowing them to save Dan.

Now, I didn't know if they would save Dan or not. I know it's fic, but I still worried it would feel cheap if I let the *entire* future get rewritten. But if it's a plot device, it's not cheap. It's just smoirt. *taps side of head* Also it would still have to be a close call so that they know they've changed the future. They need to know they've changed the moment that Dan died in Rory's original timeline.

(Also also, since they don't know how Dan died in the original timeline, I get to write things like Maze stalking Dan 24/7 as a protection detail and Dan finally catching her and being like WTF are you doing? It's gr8. I'm totally normal about this trilogy. I promise.)

(Also also despite my main rants about Cain -- he lives in this trilogy? And goes to jail for the Sinnerman crimes/murdering Charlotte instead? But I've also changed his curse to being tied to Abel's guilt instead of his own. It was my spouse's idea to make it God's response to 'am I a brother-keeper?' like yes. Yes you are Cain. And now you don't get Heaven until your brother does. AND this means I get to have Eve interact with her son which would be both interesting and useful because Cain can tell Eve about Chloe being a gift and then Eve can tell Chloe because 1) it would drive a wedge between Lucifer and Chloe and 2) Eve can relate to being created for someone else and thinks it's kind of shit that Chloe doesn't even know she was created but mostly 3) it would drive a wedge between Lucifer and Chloe so Eve can get closer to Lucifer again. \0/)

(I love my girl. She's such a shit-stirrer when she's got that tunnel-vision on. <3)

Um, so yeah. That's what I'm working on. What are YOU working on? Are you also being completely normal about a story idea? :P

#like just picture you're Chloe in S3 and you don't have any idea that Lucifer is the actual devil #and now you're taking care of this seemingly abandoned toddler who - given her looks and last name #is very likely your partner's child despite his protests to the contrary #but you'll try to avoid jumping to super obvious conclusions until the DNA test comes back #and then the toddler throws the biggest temper tantrum you've ever seen a child throw because her toy is missing #and these DOWNY WHITE WINGS burst out that she hide and screams under #FUCKING WINGS!!! ON A THREE YEAR OLD! #like you would lose your goddamn mind if you were Chloe right? #of course you would #I'm so excited to write this fic #I'm incapable of writing narration at the moment #but my ideas #my ideas are solid #(Rory's wings will turn pink at the end of book 1) #(it's a hero's journey for the baby but 'the world gets flipped on its ass' journey for Chloe and Lucifer) #(it's a work of genius) #(I love it)

[skyriderwednesday]

It affects literally nothing, but the idea of Vetinari’s fancy fainting couch chaise longue having a contrasting pink cushion to set off its green velvet upholstery (and for his lordship to fling on the floor) tickles me immensely.

#discworld #fic writing #he doesn’t want the damn cushion ok? #he’ll take the fancy chaise - it’s very comfortable #good for napping on #but he draws the line at a downy pink cushion #the only thing he’ll admit is that it makes a satisfying thump when he throws it on the floor #and also the dogs like sitting on it #tailor fic

[breannasfluff]

“Link! What do you think you are doing?!”

Link, who’s halfway up on Epona’s back, screeches in surprise and tumbles off. The young horse slows to a trot, then a walk. She circles back to check on her errant rider. Link grumbles as he gets up, shaking out his wings before turning to Malon. “I almost had it that time!”

She cuffs him with a wing, but it’s too soft to do any damage. “I’m asking again, what are you doing? Epona’s young! She doesn’t need you climbing all over her.”

“I want to launch off her back! Think how useful it would be in battle.”

This time, Malon’s wing smacks him directly in the face, and he spits out feathers. “Battle! That’s the last thing you need to be doing!” She reaches out for the horse, who noses at her hands in hopes of a treat. “Hylia above, Link, what if you got hurt?”

He snorts and waves away her concerns. “Can’t be worse than a girl startling me when I’m standing on the back of a horse.”

Malon looks at Link and Epona, and then considers his wings. He can’t help but resettle them, trying to fluff them a little larger. Not that he needs to show off for Malon; she’s seen him covered in hay and mud too many times to be impressed. Still, it can’t hurt.

Heaving a sigh, Malon turns Epona around. “Okay, if you are going to do this right, you’re going to want to get her to a gallop first. And you have to keep her going when you start moving around. Keep your wings tucked…”

Link nods along to her instructions before climbing on and setting the horse to a trot, canter, and finally a gallop. There’s a moment where he slips and almost slides off the saddle, but Epona jerks to the side to correct for his blunder. 

Spreading his wings, Link pushes off the saddle and uses the height and burst of speed to launch into the air. Then he’s laughing and cheering as Malon takes off to join him. “It worked! Did you see that?”

The ranch girl grins at him. “You just got lucky, Epona did all the hard work.”

He’s too excited to push. “You know what? Fair. I want to do it again!”

Also an AO3 here!

#lu wing bois #downy plumage #lu time #lu malon #link oot #epona #loz #breannasfluff #my writing

[nebulaahh]

Watching/rewatching certain Gale cutscenes and dialogues and feeling violently ill

#face down on my bed #a tear just left my eye #whoever did the writing for him when I fucking get you #TIM DOWNIE WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU #nebula speaks #bg3

[tsvai]

speaking of downy woodpeckers, this lad's been coming and going all afternoon

#personal #tsvai photos #downy woodpecker #birds #animals #he usually announces himself by going SQUEAK and then CLACK as he lands vertically on the bird feeder support pole lmao. #also i hear Dusk Cardinal on the approach outside as i write this. pip pip pip pip pip.

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

#spilled ink #writeblr #personal #please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it #i really try not to write so specifically about it #bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child #i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years #i might delete this. feels big. #the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum #and if u say ur autistic #inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms #please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do #and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort. #but it still feels like... #when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing. #they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly? #and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find #the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go) #and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW." #''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.'' #and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic #someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.

[jello-chennie]

✧ Izuku, as quiet, bashful, and nerdy as he is, is a total closet perv.

✧ genre/tw smut ⚠︎

✧ w/c 569

When the almost unbelievably pretty foreign transfer student makes an entrance on her first day in 1A, Izuku’s stomach was set afire by the downy wings of butterflies running amok inside him.  But when you turn around to write your name on the board at Aizawa’s behest, Izuku can’t help himself when his eyes start to wonder across the shape of you—when you turn back around, Midoriya is almost hypnotised by your pretty eyes and charmingly kind smile, and those butterflies quickly turn into extra blood that sit heavy in his balls. 

Midoriya isn’t able to get up to join his friends at the lunch table that day.

He thought he already had it bad before, but discovered new parts of himself after your arrival.  

Izuku who desperately tries to eavesdrop on conversations you have with the many people who hurry to try to introduce themselves to you, totally not in an effort to overhear you giving out your instagram handle.  And Izuku definitely didn’t blow through an entire box of tissues in the one night alone.  And of course he wasn’t dying of shame while having a conversation with his mother on the phone about the sudden wave of bulk pack tissue box purchases on their Amazon account.  It’s totally just a cold he caught.

He almost feels a little pathetic at the fact that there are only sweet and appropriate photos on your social media pages, but that’s more than enough for him—for a short while.  The more time he spent around you in class, the more he craved you.  He eventually found himself on some very specific porn sites in an effort to find an actress that even remotely resembled you.  That seemed to make the issue worse, as he then started to have some very vivid dreams of you with little left to the imagination, thanks to his helpful visual aids.

He tells his friends that he’s just been adding in extra workouts in the morning when they ask why he does his laundry so frequently these days.

And when the two of you become partners for a training course one day, Midoriya is enthralled by your personality and your quirk.  He immediately starts analysing it all, but quickly needs to run to the onsite restroom when he starts trying to estimate the size of your tits. In the small port-a-potty, he imagines himself taking the measurements with his palms.  Once he finishes and takes a moment to breathe, he cringes as he thinks in retrospect of himself from a few moments earlier:  Izuku had one hand held in the air, palming around nothing, as he fucked into the other one. This time he really thinks himself pathetic.

When you become closer as friends, beginning to spend time casually together in each other’s bedrooms, he smiles innocently in your face, while a stolen pair of panties sit snug in his pocket.  He also pretends to be deeply invested in his economics textbook when he overhears you complaining about constantly needing to go underwear shopping a few months later.

Eventually, you fall for his boyish charms, and the two of you begin to spend time together as a couple.  And in the most unsmooth way possible, he acts shocked and pretends to know nothing when you find a familiar long lost pair of pink panties hidden amongst his things.

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