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eddies-disability-swag-blog · 5 months

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Disability Swag Summit 2!!

The Swag Summit is back!

Now with some improvements.

I’ve added different categories to display and represent a wider array of characters and disabilities throughout the competition.

Also, since my goal is representation, you can submit any character with disabilities as major or “minor” as you want.

Also, head canons and coding are allowed, just mark them as such in the form.

The categories go as follows:

Motor

Here go characters with movement disabilities, like paralysis, missing a limb, or not being able to coordinate your body. Here go people with club foot, Parkinson’s, flat feet, dyspraxia, tic related disabilities, cerebral palsy, paraplegia, amputees, mobility aid users, etc.

Visceral

Here go characters with disabilities related to their internal organs, endocrine system, immune system, amongst other systems inside of your body. Disabilities in this category may include asthma, autoimmune disorders, allergies, chronic pain, diabetes, PCOS, fibromyalgia, IBS, skin conditions, amongst others.

Sensory

Here go characters with disabilities related to their senses, be it sight (blindness, colour blindness, cataracts, astigmatism, photosensitivity, etc), touch/pain (CIPA, Hyposthesia, Dysesthesia, etc.), hearing (deafness, being hard of hearing, etc), smell (anosmia, phantosmia, etc), taste (Ageusia, Hypogeusia, etc) or a combination of different senses (like synesthesia).

Speech

Pretty straight forward, disabilities related to speech, be it selective mutism, speech impediments, full on mutism or other speech related disabilities.

Physical differences

Catch all term for people who were born or developed some sort of physical difference. Idk if it counts as a disability, but we’re looking to represent as many people as possible here so. Here go people who are missing limbs, visible organs or pretty much any body part, people who use prosthetics, people with extra body parts (that are actually not normally supposed to be there, don’t fill this category with bug people and aliens) people with deformities, scars, conjoined twins, little people, people with gigantism, etc.

Neurodivergent

Since different types of Neurodivergencies overlap so much, I feel like separating them would make my job 10 times more difficult, so I decided to lump together Cognitive, Info-processing, Psycosocial, Learning, and other mental disabilities. Here go characters with Autism, Dementia, DID, Schizophrenia, brain damage, PTSD, OCD, Tourette’s, dyslexia, etc.

Other

Those who do not fit under other categories, be it because I forgot, because it’s not really categorizable or because it’s a fantasy disability (if the fantasy disability is close enough to one of the other categories, put it there too for good measure).

And finally

Rules!

1- No real people. Live action characters are fine, but I feel kinda uncomfortable putting actual real living (or historical) human beings here. Maybe you can submit a disabled real animal if you want, but no people.

2- Preferably positive or neutral representation, please. As in, I rather not see blatantly ableist media represented here, there’s better representation out there, but if you really have to, I guess do whatever you want.

3- Be civil. This is for fun and not to be taken seriously. If you manage to spark drama or harassment out of this silly and fun competition, you are going to the dungeon.

4- Don’t make submissions in the asks. The asks are for questions and propaganda, make your submissions in the form.

5- Propaganda is allowed and highly encouraged! Either share it in the asks, at @eddies-disability-swag-blog or tag it as #disability swag summit

6- Should go without saying, but, like, bigotry is cringe, so, like, don’t do it?

Anyways, here’s the form! Submit away!

The Form will close on December 25 (May be earlier or later depending on the number of submissions), so make sure to submit your blorbos by then!

#disability swag summit #dss2 #bracket tournament #disability #disability pride #disabled #neurodivergent #disability advocacy #disability swag

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louff4tw · 3 months

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Younger Bruce Wayne/Batman Headcannons

- He CAN cook. It’s weird to me people are like “he can burn water” Alfred raised him. I Headcannon he taught him and then when he trained he learned how to cook restaurant quality in case he needs to go undercover. He’s not Alfred level but he can cook

- He was a angry teen. The trauma messed with his head and he fought with Alfred a lot. Alfred thought about leaving a few times at the worst of the fighting but cared to much about the child he’s known since birth.

- Bruce adored him growing up. After he became his caretaker it was never discussed what would happen after Bruce turned 18. And part of what triggered the fights was that he was afraid Alfred was gonna leave when he turned 18.

- He left the day before he turned 18. He may give several excuses of why but it was in case Alfred left. He couldn’t face it if he did. The relief he felt when he realized Alfred was staying made him want to cry.

- Until 13 whenever he had a nightmare he would sit outside the floor next to the door to Alfred’s room. It helped to hear him. If Alfred spotted him he would be incredibly embarrassed. Alfred would let him join him in bed (Not in a weird way. Begone you creepy fucks)

- After 13 he decided he was a big boy and instead would stand at the closed door. Hear him snore and go back to bed. He continues this to his day with everyone who is staying the night.

- Autistic. Also he used to follow Alfred around stating different facts. He loves to stim by using a tire swing his dad put up when he was born. Spinning really helps him. Wasn’t diagnosed till after Tim was diagnosed and Stephanie called them autism twins. He was confused and she had to point out all the things in him she’s seen. Alfred didn’t even think of it. The rich don’t usually get diagnosed. After being diagnosed and with the trauma his kids had a better time understanding his communication or lack there off. Poor Alfred felt so bad when he realized so many issues in Bruce’s childhood would not have been a issue.

- The different issues he had were big crowds being overstimulating. The seams in his sucks. The suits we’re claustrophobic and felt like they were choking him. Plus the texture of the suits were horrendous. So much velvet back then. He hated being touched and people wouldn’t stop it. (Hand in hair. Shoulders or upper back. Or old laddies pinching cheeks). Had trouble talking to his peers. Weirdly the only one he could hold a Conversation with was Lex and sorta Oliver. But he didn’t like Lex and Oliver was annoying. He would talk about his special Interest and others would get annoyed. Sometimes only felt like Alfred and some elderly scholars understood him.

- Massive science nerd and loves Sci Fi’s and mysteries. Loves Star Trek alongside Grey Ghost.

- Is pansexual. But has never officially come out until Tim came out and was nervous

- Would sneak out in disguise. He also knew how to skateboard. Would hang out with a bad group. Drank and did pot when he was 16 but stoped when a friend was killed. This helped push him towards being Batman.

- They didn’t really do holidays after his parents died. The main tree didn’t get put up till Dick came around. Alfred would put up a smaller one in one of the lounges.

- Used to carry around a Sony Walkman and listen to albums. Really big into all kinds of music. Would sometimes stare into the abyss as he listened. He eventually gave the Walkman to one of his kids. They pass it around to whoever wants to use it. Currently with Cass.

- He took Karate for years and already was a black belt by the time he left. He also trained in fencing. He would always do things that tried to push his limits and would frequently hurt himself to the point cps was called. Of course they didn’t do anything but it frightened Alfred as Bruce hid these injuries from him.

- Was not rare for him to fall asleep next to his parents Grave and Alfred had to carry him in. He stopped when he was 15. When Jason died he started it up again. While Jason wasn’t buried on the manor cemetery he had a stone. Alfred had to call Dick to help get him inside. He passed out from exhaustion and wouldn’t wake.

- Following the one comic. He did try to kill himself when he was a preteen with his Fathers razor. Alfred found him and called Leslie. Only time she saw Alfred cry. He begged her “please save my boy! Please” this night haunts them both. He spent a week in Arkham. It didn’t help really. They kept it hush hush and used a fake name. Matches Malone. Bruce Still uses this name for undercover. Alfred wouldn’t leave him alone for months. Made him sleep in his room and Alfred sat outside the open door of the bathroom for showers and baths (facing away you sick fucks)

- After his parents death he never really thought he would ever have a family. Or feel happy again. He was so so wrong.

#batman #batfam #bruce wayne #damian wayne #robin #tim drake #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #red robin #dick grayson #stephanie brown #Duke Thomas #alfred pennyworth #the signal #batgirl #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #barbara gordon

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illdowhatiwantthanks · 26 days

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Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x autistic!fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, literally BRIMMING with fluff, Autism Struggles™, meltdown Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Your brother's getting married today, and you're the best man. But one big, day-long party? With lots of socialization? Just because the day will be good doesn't mean it will be easy. It's a good thing your girlfriend, Casey, is there to help you through it.

“You gonna be okay?” Casey asked as you got dressed that morning, carefully zipping your suit into a garment bag.

You shrugged. “I kinda have to be.”

She stared at you, brows furrowed, from the edge of the guest bed you shared when you visited your parents’ house. Her hair was in a messy bun, an oversized t-shirt draped over her body. Morning Casey was your favorite Casey. So messy, so lovely. What you'd really like to do is stay in bed.

But your brother, Chase, was getting married today, and you were the best man. You loved your brother, but weddings were just one big, long party. And parties were very, very difficult for you.

“Come here,” Casey said, patting the spot next to her on the bed.

You sighed, but you were relieved to have her there. It warmed your heart when Casey worried about you. You’d never really had anyone who worried about you like Casey did, someone who took care of you and protected you. Usually you were the one taking care of everyone else.

You sunk into the bed next to her and leaned your head on her shoulder as she wrapped an arm around you.

“You can take a minute today,” she told you, rubbing small circles into your back. “If you need to.”

“It’s Chase’s wedding day.”

“Yeah, but it’s your body and your brain. If you get overstimulated and you need a break, you’re allowed to take it.”

You rocked slowly backward and forward, not overwhelmed yet, but preparing for it. Casey ran a gentle hand up and down, up and down your spine.

“If you want,” she continued, holding you close, “you can text me, and I’ll call you. That way it’s my fault. You can tell Chase I needed to talk to you or something.”

You exhaled deeply and wrapped your arms around Casey’s middle. “Big squeeze?” It was less of a question and more of a secret language.

Your youngest brother, Eli, who had autism too, often needed “big squeezes” with lots of deep pressure to regulate. When Casey learned that they helped you, too, they’d become a part of your every day.

She pressed her body into yours and squeezed as hard as she could, and you fell limp in her arms.

“I’ll see you tonight?” you asked, reluctantly pulling away.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m gonna come with your mom and your siblings.”

You exhaled deeply. “Okay. We’re gonna be fine. It’s one day.”

This one day was long and hard and hot, but buzzing with excitement. You helped Chase and the groomsmen set up the chairs and tables in the spring heat. You’d been a little worried when Chase had asked you to be his best man. Of course, you’d been grateful; you did not want to wear a dress as part of the bridal party. But you’d been worried that the other groomsmen or his fiancé’s family wouldn’t like a girl being the best man.

But you’d known the groomsmen since you were all children, and it was just like old times. And as for Bailey’s family, they were thrilled to have someone to act as a go-between for the bridal party and the groomsmen.

By that evening, when it was just about time for the wedding to start, you were sweaty and sticky in your suit and bow tie. And you were tired of people already. But Chase hummed with excitement, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. And you knew it was going to be a beautiful night.

Casey and your mom brought the twins, Eli and Winnie, a few minutes before the wedding was set to start, to say hello to you and Chase. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw her. She was always beautiful. But today she was stunning. Red hair gleaming in the afternoon light, curled slightly at the ends. An A-line dress in a deep emerald green, that plunged down her neckline in a way that made you feel lightheaded.

“Wow,” you said, breathless. “You look…” You couldn’t think of a word big enough or beautiful enough to describe her, so you just shook your head.

She giggled at your gobsmacked expression and pulled you into her for another big squeeze.

“I love you, but it’s too hot for big squeezes,” you mumbled into her chest.

She brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead and looked you over, smiling softly.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, fiddling with your bow tie and shrugging your shoulders. It was a rented suit. And you were five feet tall and had boobs. It wasn’t a great fit. You’d begged Chase to let you buy a custom suit, but they’d wanted you to match the other groomsmen. You were afraid you looked like a tiny Tony Soprano.

She kissed you on the cheek and squeezed your arm. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Where are you sitting?” you asked. “So I can look for you.”

“Second row. With your grandparents.”

“Oh, god. Don’t let them say anything homophobic to you.”

Casey laughed and squeezed your hand one last time for good measure as Eli and Winnie pulled her toward the ceremony seating. “I can handle old white people,” she called back.

You smiled as you watched her go, then turned your attention to Chase, who stood next to your mom, tears already leaking down his cheeks.

“Oh, buddy.” You pulled out a pack of tissues and handed him one. “Do you have a pack?”

“What?” he said, sniffling.

“Jeez. Here, take these.” You stuffed your tissues into his suit pocket.

“What if you need them?”

“I won’t,” you assured him. “No offense or anything. I’m just not a crier.”

Chase sobbed like a baby during his vows, and when he turned to you for the ring, his face red and streaked with tears, you couldn't help but shed a few of your own.

But by the time the ceremony was over and pictures had started, you were starting to feel the pressure of the day. You slumped into Casey as you waited for the bride’s side of the family to finish their photos.

“You all right?” she asked, massaging the back of your neck. “I saw you tear up. It was very sweet.”

“My feet are killing me.”

“Why don’t you put on your Birks?”

“I can’t wear Birks with a suit!”

“Who’s gonna care!?”

You hesitated for a moment, then conceded. “Alright. After the pictures.”

Your heart soared when your family beckoned Casey into the family photos. Despite the fact that you and Casey weren’t married–it just wasn’t a priority for either of you–your family had still embraced her as one of their own.

You’d never been in love before. Never dated before. Never loved anyone in your life the way that you loved Casey. And your family could see it. She was once in a lifetime for you, and they knew it, and they treated her like it. If anything, they were even nicer to Casey because if they scared Casey off, there wouldn’t be anyone after her. Not for you.

Casey knew it, too, and she loved you desperately for it. Loved that she was truly your one and only. And she meant to honor that for the rest of her life. You loved her deeply and selflessly and, to Casey, you deserved all of that and more in return. And she was more than willing to give it.

It was the little moments of the wedding that would stick with you afterward. Chase tearing up during your best man speech. A crowd cheering on Winnie as she did the Cupid Shuffle. Eli resting his head on your shoulder as you danced. The way Casey watched you dance with Eli, the softest of smiles playing on her lips.

You’d asked her to dance after that, to Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey,” placing a gentle hand on her waist as she wrapped her arm around your neck. And as you swayed back and forth under the fairy lights, bugs singing from the trees and your family and friends dancing around you, you didn’t think you’d ever been happier.

Casey pressed her forehead into yours, staring into your eyes with so much love it overwhelmed you.

“You’re so sweet with your brother, Y/N,” she said. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

There was so much happiness inside you, it was bound to come out. You pinched your eyes together and stimmed, shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders. “Sorry,” you mumbled, more as a reflex than anything.

“Honey, you know I love your stims. You’re perfect.”

You smiled and tried to look in her eyes, but couldn’t, so settled for wrapping your arm around her back and pressing into her. Casey understood. She always did.

She rested her chin on top of your head and sighed. “You think we should do this?” she asked.

Your stomach flipped. “Get married!?”

“Not the wedding,” she continued. “Just at the courthouse or something. A honeymoon at the beach. Quiet, you know? Just us.”

You were stunned into silence, swaying mechanically as Casey’s words tumbled through your mind. She wanted to marry you. She wanted to marry you!

You were quiet for so long that Casey started to lose confidence. “I mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to. Things are great the way they are.”

You looked up at her face–so beautiful, your favorite face in the world–and cupped her cheek. There was fear in her eyes, and for neither the first time nor the last, you were completely dumbfounded that she cared about you this much. That she’d given enough of her heart and soul to you that she was scared you’d reject her. As if you ever would.

“Casey, I would love to marry you."

And then, so fast it took you by surprise, she pressed her lips into yours, both hands on the side of your face, thumbs tracing back and forth along your cheekbones. And, for once, you weren’t embarrassed. Even though you were in Tennessee. Even though your family could see. She kissed you in front of everyone, and you let her. She kissed you, and you kissed her back.

“Oooooh!” Winnie squealed from behind you, pointing. “Casey and Y/N sitting in a tree!”

You pulled away, face blazing, and Casey placed another smiling kiss on your cheek.

“Shut up, Winnie!” you called, as your sister continued to laugh and point.

It was a beautiful night, a beautiful send-off for your brother and his new wife, made even more beautiful by the thought that you’d have a wife soon, too. But as soon as Chase and Bailey drove off in their car and the remaining guests started chatting, you hit your wall. You’d worked so hard all day, so hard to keep it together, to make small talk, to be nice, to smile, to act normal. But you’d reached your limit.

You stood next to Casey, rocking slightly, as she talked with some of the wedding guests. You tapped the palm of her hand twice with two of your fingers–your signal that you were getting dangerously overstimulated.

Casey ended the conversation, much nicer and more naturally than you would have, then took you aside and held you close.

“You did so good, sweetheart.”

“Casey,” your voice was soft and choppy, and you felt like you did when you were about to have a panic attack. In fact, it was often hard to tell the difference between overstimulation and panic. “I need to go home.”

“Okay, honey,” she said, nodding and squeezing your hand. “You get your stuff and go to the car. I’ll grab Winnie and then we’ll go. Are you okay to be alone?”

You nodded and walked quickly toward the parking lot, trusting that Casey wouldn’t make you wait long.

Back at your parents’ house, Casey was your savior. She had you take a shower while she put Winnie to bed, and by the time you’d curled into a ball in the guest bed, Winnie was asleep.

Your body shook, and your heart beat wildly. Casey crawled into bed next to you and gathered you into her.

“Sorry, love,” you mumbled, shivering. “Not exactly a romantic end to the night…”

“Sweetheart, you did so good,” she said, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Honey, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to sleep,“ you worried out loud. “I’m so damn keyed up.”

“Shh.” Casey hushed you, running a hand rhythmically through your hair. “We can stay up as long as you need. Just let go, okay? I’ve got you.”

And she did. Casey held you close as you shook and stimmed and hyperventilated. She massaged the stress from your hands. She squeezed you tight for deep pressure. She hummed distractedly into your ear, the vibrations of her voice deep and comforting.

When your body had finally started to regulate itself, you sank into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing your leg over hers.

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you whispered as you drifted to ssleep.

You heard Casey inhale sharply, then she kissed the side of your head, holding you just a little tighter than before.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #casey novak drabble #casey novak one shot #casey novak fluff #law and order svu #svu #autistic #neurodivergent #casey novak x autistic reader #x autistic reader

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killengine · 2 months

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Sukuna Yuji Twins AU (with Autism) P1

Kenjaku, after failing to find a suitable vessel for Sukuna: I guess I’ll just give birth to him, not the weirdest thing I’ve ever done

Jin Itadori: W-we’re having twins (tears of joy) Kenjaku: Yaaay… (trying to figure out if something went wrong)

Kenjaku/Jin is just so funny to me. Kenjaku: (detecting cursed energy on one twin) Lets name him Ryomen.. It was uuuh…. My grandfather’s name… And his middlename should be Sukuna….. Jin: Beautiful name babe <3 <3 I love you

Sukuna is 100% aware and has all of his memories. He is confused and unhappy. For his first few years he’s stubbornly nonverbal. Jin is trying to get him diagnosed and Kenjaku is like.. Suku honey please… Play along… Sukuna does not. He does not care. He gets diagnosed.

Ok ok so Sukuna’s attitude about this development is mostly ‘wait it out don’t engage’ until he can sufficiently condition his new body. However, twins hold significance in jujutsu and its not long until he realizes that his brother is an external storage for his black box. He can potentially hold more techniques if Yuji can be properly used. Sukuna isn’t the greatest at longterm manipulation though and isn’t sure about how to proceed. Kenjaku advises on playing the role of little brother for now

From Yuji’s perspective Sukuna is his autistic little brother who needs his protection. Often its getting into fights on his brother’s behalf. Part because he knows Sukuna will take fights too far if he takes care of it for himself. Part because Sukuna opens up when Yuuji fights. He gives critique and pointers. Sukuna never ever plays but now he’s paying attention, spending time with Yuji, sharing his interest, and wrestling!! Whats more is Yuji doesn’t need to hold back with Sukuna. Yuji is freakishly strong and has accidentally hurt playmates before but Suku is even stronger than him!

Uraume babysitter mode. They take a younger vessel (teenish) while the twins are about ten. Sukuna is so happy to see them. They are one of the few people Sukuna talks to enthusiastically. Often about very old historical things that Yuji doesn’t follow well. Though, Yuji tries and does read up on history books and can actually manage to get Sukuna to explain some history to him. He can only seem to get Sukuna to teach him history when Uraume hasn’t been around for a while.

Uraume teaches Yuji how to cook. Another way to bond with Suku <3 Uraume thinks Yuji is really sweet and likes his enthusiasm especially how Yuji’s people-pleasing personality extends to Sukuna-sama. Uraume’s approval does help Sukuna soften up. He can better see how Yuji can fit in to his life now that his consistent and reliable pillar (Uraume) has found some synergy.

Yuji can tell that Sukuna can see things that other people can’t. Sukuna pushes Yuji away from actually interacting with curses and doesn’t tell him what they are. Awareness of curses increases their chances of targeting a person so Yuji is in the dark on it until it can no longer be hidden

(not sure how to continue with actual plot)

#ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #uraume #jjk AU #sukuna autism is me projecting sorry not sorry #interact!! I need ideas!!

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 3 months

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What’s it like to have a autistic person in your life and they get scared easily when they are home alone (even if they have someone home alone with them) and they start crying cause they miss a certain family member

I’m asking cause I’m home alone with my twin sister (she is the one with autism and we’re 21 going on 22 in March) with me and our younger brother (he’s 15 and me and him don’t have it) and she starts crying for our Mom and our Dad sometimes cause I read this is probably borderline disorder so can I please have more information about it to share with my twin sister

Sorry for blowing up your inbox with this crazy message but I need answers and you’re a great resource to turn to 👍

Hi there,

Thins sounds like separation anxiety. Here are some sources talking about it in more detail and some tips on how to help:

I know some of these refer to children. But I think these tips can be helpful for adults too.

I hope these help. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open

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aemondslefteyeball · 10 months

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It's The Everything For Me

[Modern!Helaena x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Sapphic yearning]

(Needed something a little bit lighter before cracking into the next chapter of Sic Transit Gloria Mundi so here's my first one-shot. Let me know if y'all want more Helaena.)

Word Count: 2.9K

Love the way you teach me,

Love the way you listen.

You glanced over to the corner of the room where Jaehaerys sat at the pottery wheel, a concentrated expression pulling at his cherubic face. A smile pulled across your face as your heart warmed at the sight, to the right of him Jaehaera was snuggled up securely in a sensory swing. The clock on the back of the classroom read 4:35 in angry red lettering. Normally you would be irritated at a parent being so late to pick up their children, but this time anticipation tugged at you. The twins had been an absolute dream since you had the pleasure of meeting them back in August. The first-day jitters hit you before every school year, and you had been setting up the last of your science posters when an ethereal voice broke the silence. Botticelli’s Venus stood before you, her silver hair aloft with light and a shy look on her face. From that day onward her soft lilac gaze flashed behind your closed eyes, the smell of her perfume haunting the classroom after she had left. She had come to talk with you about Jaehaera who was diagnosed with autism but left to fend for herself last year after her teacher gave up. The sadness on Helaena’s face broke your heart, the silent admission at how often her daughter had been othered by the people who were supposed to nurture her. You made sure to meet Jaehaera’s every need, and you loved the twins as if they were your own. This was the first time Helaena had been late, though you secretly hoped she would make a habit of it. The twins kept at their respective tasks until the blonde burst into the door, an apologetic look drawn across her angelic face. “I’m so sorry!” She made direct eye contact with you, her cheeks flushed and breath heavy, clearly having run from the lot.

“Oh, it’s no worry.” You smiled at her before looking back down at the stack of spelling assignments you were grading. “They’re always a dream, they’re so well-behaved I barely noticed they were here.” You teased, though it was half true. There was an ease about them that you found soothing.

“Either way, we should get out of your hair.” Helaena’s hands tugged at the sleeves of her powder blue cardigan. Please don’t go. She walked towards Jaehaerys and unsuccessfully attempted to pry him from the wheel.

“Please Mom, I'm almost done!” Your throat dried as you tried to think of any reason to spend just a second more with her.

Suddenly, your salvation dawned on you. You stood from your desk far too quickly, and Helaena looked back at you in shock as your chair rattled against the floor. “Well we have the tomb, maybe your Mom would like to see that?” You looked from the twins to their mother, holding your breath for a second.

Helaena looked back at the boy on the pottery wheel, his glasses crooked on a chubby little face smeared with clay. The most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen pulled across her soft pink lips, and she nodded at you. “I’ve heard about this…” She brought a finger up to her lips, face twisted in concentration. “A Valyrian tomb, right?” You looked back at Jaehaerys and winked at him before looking back to the blonde and gesturing for her to follow you.

“Yeah, we asked the janitors if it would be okay to clear out the closet while we have our unit on Valyrian history.” You gestured to a wall of Valyrian burial veils in the hallway, pointing out the two the twins had made. “Every student contributes two things, and the day after our test we’re going to have a Valyria party and explore the tomb.” Waving your fingers and adding a spooky lilt to your voice, your heart raced as the giggle broke out from the woman next to you. You smiled before looking down at the waxed tiles. When you two finally arrived at the tomb, you opened it and led her in, leaving the door propped open behind you. Maroon and gold tapestries soaked up the light, and different art pieces and knickknacks placed around the makeshift tomb cast an ethereal glow to the janitor's closet.

“Wow.” Your palms began to sweat. Good wow or bad wow???? You smiled anxiously at her as her gaze panned back over the shelves you lined with miniature towers. “This is amazing.” Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you beamed at her, shifting your gaze to the art as if proud.

“It’s the kids that do all of it.” Your hand came up to awkwardly rest at the nape of your neck, praying you didn’t look like an idiot in front of her. Thankfully and heart-wrenchingly, she didn’t seem to notice you at all as she glanced back over at the artwork. Helaena doesn’t say anything else, and you guide her back to the classroom where Jaehaerys had finished his vase and put it on the cart destined for the kiln. You sent the twins off with a hug, and Jaehaera squeezed you for an extra second. Helaena locked eyes with you for a second, and something unidentifiable stirred in her lavender irises. When you let go of Jaehaera her mother looked as if she was thinking about something for a second before she gave you an awkward wave and left the classroom.

The snow had been piling up high around the classroom, and you found yourself grateful that Christmas break was starting. Cinnamon pine cones had been stacked on your desk and a wax burner filled the air with the scent of gingerbread. You were ladling out a cup of hot cocoa for yourself when her voice broke the silence. “I come bearing gifts.” The blonde held up a green gift bag, and ecstasy poured through your veins.

“Well, I can get you a cup of hot cocoa and some cookies and we can call that a fair trade.” You suddenly thanked God that Baela brought you a glass of spiked eggnog after the students left. Helaena nodded, and you pulled out the prettiest mug you had available and filled it with painstaking care. Once it was suitably full, you added some whipped cream and peppermint crumbles. Grabbing her the few gingerbread men that were still intact, you brought the bounty to your desk, where she had pulled up a chair. The two of you spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing and were only disturbed by the darkness that fell dimly over the classroom.

“Well,” Helaena said, looking at the unopened bag before you. She nodded to it, and you reached for it. Pulling out the crimson tissue paper, you gasped as you lifted the black bust out of the bag. It looked like it was an authentic Valyrian piece, the stone having clearly been tempered by flame.

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked back up at her. Holy fuck she’s trying to kill me. Your mouth moved aimlessly before the words could come to you, and you cursed yourself once again for looking like a moron in front of this absolute goddess. “I can’t accept this.” You said finally, moving to hand it back to her. “This is so kind, really, but th-” Your train of thought derailed when Helaena’s soft hand was placed on yours.

“Merry Christmas.” She squeezed your hand lightly before finishing the last bite of her cookie and grabbing her purse. When you got home you put the bust on the mantle of your gas fireplace and grinned stupidly at it for far too long.

In the spring your unit on bugs had started. To give the children a hands-on experience you got a Praying Mantis as a class pet, and every child had been given a caterpillar that would grow into their own butterfly. You were tending to the habitats when her footsteps stopped beside you. The blonde sat and watched you for a few moments, and you tried to will the blood from rushing to your cheeks. “So pretty.” Your head snapped over towards her when she broke the silence, and you looked back at the enclosure, laughing awkwardly.

“Yeah, they are.” The blonde took another step closer, and you prayed she wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding through your ribcage. Helaena reached into the habitat, ever so gently tilting a chrysalis so that she could look at it, letting out a small tut.

The blonde turned to look at you, her face tantalizingly too close. “What kind of plants do you have?” You smiled at her, fidgeting with your hands as you shifted your gaze to the cocoon.

“Milkweed, borage.” When the blonde nodded approvingly and turned her gaze back to the habitat you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“Really, really beautiful.” She said one more time, your gaze still fixed on the array of chrysalises within the fabric cage. You had never really taken a hard glance at them, but you could start to see what she meant. When you turned to look back at Helaena, she quickly looked away.

Over spring break you tried to enjoy the brief respite. The days were warmer now, and you ached to leave your house. Pulling on a sundress and grabbing your purse, you headed out to the Lyseni Market. The aroma of roasting cherries greeted you as you walked away from your favorite stall. Carrie had put out a whole new line of bath bombs that smelled as sweet as the spring breeze, and you made sure to pick a few up for yourself. You were underneath the blossoming cherry trees when she spotted you, holding a wicker basket full of produce. “Ms. L/N!” She exclaimed, a happy smile on her face as she held her basket. “May I?” She asked as she gestured to the open spot on the stone wall next to you. Helaena sat after you eagerly nodded, moving your purse to your other shoulder so she could sit closer to you.

“We’re not at school right now.” You shot her a small smile as you bit into your crepe, savoring the taste of strawberries and Nutella. “You can call me Y/N.” Helaena smiled at you and leaned back slightly.

“Where did you get that?” She asked, glancing back towards the crepe in your hand. “I’m famished.”

You looked back down at the crepe, an apologetic expression drawing across your face. “Suze made them, but she closed up her stall a few minutes ago.” When the blonde’s smile dropped, your skin crawled. “Wanna split this?” You glanced back towards her, holding the crepe out. “I’m not that hungry.” You lied.

The small wave of guilt abated in you when her face lit up and she took the crepe from you, taking a bite of it before moaning. “I need to come out here more often, this is amazing.”

“You should try her pumpkin cheesecake crepes in the fall.” Your tone was almost warning, and Helaena nodded.

“Nope. That’s dangerous.” Chuckles broke out as you leaned into her and batted at her arm playfully.

“You have twins, you can definitely handle a crepe.” You teased.

“Speaking of them.” Helaena groaned, rubbing at her temples tiredly. “I could really use a cup of coffee. Any vendors here good?”

You shook your head with a frown, “No dice. But…” Your heart fluttered when she snapped to meet your gaze. “There’s a really good coffee shop a few blocks away.”

A grin pulled across the blonde’s face as she stood, offering a hand out to you. “Alright, I’m paying then.” She winked at you. “Since you got the crepe.” She held the wrapper up before tossing it in the nearest recycling bin. The walk to the cafe was filled with perhaps the easiest conversation you ever had. Helaena remembered things about you that you had never even told her, apparently having gleaned from the twins. Your knuckles brushed against each other as the two of you walked, and you both looked away. A cherry-red blush burned across your reflection’s face, but you swore for a fraction of a second you saw a similar one painting Helaena’s features. Telling yourself you were just reading into this, you held the door open for her and walked in. After the two of you ordered you settled into a little nook away from the view of the street. The black forest latte you ordered was as perfect as the cafe always made it, and you watched Helaena’s eyes widen after she tasted it. A few more hours of eager conversation passed, and as the rays started to wane into late afternoon, you glanced back toward the blonde. She looked uncomfortable for a few moments. “We should probably get outta here.” She admitted, one hand coming to play with a lock of silver hair. “But I know this uh…” She gestured idly, her face thoughtful. “Place,” Helaena said finally, her lilac gaze locking onto yours. “You interested?”

You have no fucking clue. “It sounds great.” Helaena left a tip on the table and the two of you got up, to yet another destination. It was a bit longer of a walk, but the late afternoon sun cast a comfortable warmth onto your exposed skin. When your knuckles brushed against Helaena’s again, you let them linger for a moment. A large park stood before the two of you, but it didn’t seem designed for children. Large abstract sculptures were carved into the ground, with steps too high to be a playground. You looked at her in wonder for a moment before stepping onto a roundabout. “Can you push me?” You asked, and you held a careful hand down as the skirt of your dress waved in the breeze. You kept your eyes locked on her silver hair for as long as you could, but eventually stumbled off the roundabout giggling. Helaena reached to steady you, and your hand rested on her shoulder. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds longer, and your heartbeat raced. When your lips locked you brought your other hand to rest gently against her face. She tasted like cafe mocha, and her lips were as soft as an angel’s. Electricity crackled wherever your exposed skin met. She tilted her head, and the two of you deepened the kiss, only drawn out of it by the sound of somebody settling onto the swings near you two. I hope that motherfucker gets audited by the IRS.

“Shit.” Helaena cursed as she pulled away, your heart dropping as she did so. She licked her lips before turning her gaze to the ground. “I should probably get going…” She trailed off. “The twins.” You nodded and smiled politely. Your heart felt empty the entire walk back to your apartment, and you cried into your cat’s belly that night.

After April 6th Helaena was formulaic. Methodical. She would drop the twins off with a wave before shooting you a terse smile and walking away. She waited in her car for the twins when school was over. Each day you mused might be the one the earth swallowed you whole, and time passed achingly slower. When the end of the school year came you felt some relief. If nothing else, the twins wouldn’t be in your class next year and the space would help you finally get over your stupid little crush. You were standing on a chair peeling sticky tack off the wall when she walked in. “Bae?” You called out. “I’ll catch up with you guys when I’m done.” You focused on your task, and Helaena let the silence hang for a second longer before you turned to face her. You turned back to peel another wad of blue tack off the wall, poker face engaged. “It’s great to see you.” You said politely.

“I uhm…” Helaena held a wrapper up towards you. “I got you a crepe.” She offered meekly. You stared ahead at the wall, reminding yourself that you wouldn’t see her again after this. Desperately as you tried, you just couldn’t convince yourself it was for the better.

“That’s very nice. Thank you.” Gathering the last wad, you took a step down from the chair before she had the chance to offer her hand. Helaena outstretched her hand and you took the crepe. The worst side of you told you to ice her out, turn away, and refuse to look to see if it affected her as much as it did you. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“I wanted to ask you something.” You turned to look at Helaena, taking a bite of the crepe and looking at her as if to continue. “Now that you're not my kids’ teacher anymore…” She trailed off, and you bitterly swallowed the crepe. Here it is. She was going to ask why you kissed her, and you couldn’t think of any proper excuse. “Would you want to go out sometime?”

Your eyebrows knit together at the question, and you froze on the spot. The crepe started to shake in your hand as your heart pounded. You pulled your lips over your teeth before nodding enthusiastically. “I hear there’s a butterfly garden on the other side of town.” Helaena smiled, looking down and blushing before she held a hand out. You took her hand, and the two of you walked out of the classroom into the warm summer day.

#hotd x reader #helaena targaryen #helaena x reader #helaena targaryen x reader #helaena x you #house of the dragon helaena #princess helaena #modern helaena #helaena x fem reader

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the-frankenmost · 2 months

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Alright so, I don’t talk about my canon openly very much, but I think there’s at least two people who want to hear about here so I’m just gonna ramble.

I don’t remember a lot before Gloomsvile so we’re not getting much of a “backstory” here :/ sorry. I do remember that it was only Mom though. I was a total momma’s boy. Len was very obviously the favorite though. I don’t really want to get into that here. I had (and still have) ADHD and Autism. Can’t comment on Len too much because memory is still very fragmented, but he definitely was not neurotypical. I was a very sensitive little guy while Len was the more rough and tough boy. Mom would call me a cry baby a lot. Len and I were twins, we weren’t born conjoined. I don’t remember how we died which is probably a good thing. Len loved creepy crawlies, I did not. He’d play with worms and I’d just be there freaking out. Still really don’t like the squirmy type.

Came to Gloomsville in search of more and stayed because, Ruby, duh. R.I.P Actually hit it off In Gloomsville and the neighboring towns. I remember the first time we made it into the paper, Ruby threw a big party and Len and I ate too much and got sick lol.

One time Skullboy thought he was related to a long line of Rock Stars and tried to get us to let him join the band. I’m named Frank for a reason (jk). Shut that shit down quick. Dude sucks at music. I think Iris AND Misery had had crushes on us for a while but that was extremely short lived. I don’t think anyone in that house was straight

(-Poe & Skull Boy) but I was probably the last one to come out for reasons we’ll get to later.

This is where the memories get more frequent and also a bit more sensitive. Read ahead at your own risk please.

Len and I had a medical emergency one night and for some reason the only solution the doctors could think of was to separate us, we were so far gone when they had us sign a waiver so neither of us could comprehend what was happening. Woke up in my own hospital bed in my own hospital room. Good lord the fear I felt that afternoon. Apparently Len had been freaking out way worse because he’d woken up like two days before I did. Shit was terrifying. You’d think “oh well now you get to experience privacy!” Fuck that I want my brother. I don’t remember exactly what had been wrong but both of us needed several different transplants, I got a new stomach. With that came new stomach issues. Could no longer have a lot of favorite foods or I’d get really sick. Len got off easy, I’m happy for him. We both got new dicks because we’d shared one. God bless that decision holy shit.

It was shortly after the emergency separation is when my mental health started to decline and I had that big meltdown that Skull Boy found reason enough to break my nose. In all fairness he’d thought I’d shoved Ruby when really I’d just startled her pretty bad. Not much better in my opinion. She didn’t deserve that. The guilt is what drove me to go hide in the woods surrounding the house. I’d originally planned to cool off and then lock myself in the garage for a while but fate had other plans for me that night. Took a tumble all the way down that huge hill the house sat on. I tried to find my way back home, I really did I promise. But I’d been so exhausted and was so lost I’d ended up in the neighboring town in the complete opposite direction of the house. I was lost in those woods for so long I’d kinda lost it a bit. My brain convinced me that there was nothing for me back home and that they didn’t want me there anymore. Kinda exiled myself at that point. Some guy found me collapsed in the snow and took me to him place to fix me up so I wouldn’t die out there. Definitely would have if he hadn’t found me. He’s the one who gave me the train ticket and the deed to the farm in Pelican town.

The train ride took days to get to Zuzu city. I slept the whole time anyway so don’t remember much. Lewis met me at the station and escorted me to the bus to the town. Passed out on the bus and woke up in the hospital, again. Getting real sick of that. Harvey thought Lewis had brought him a corpse at first so when I’d woken up he freaked out. Comforting. People would come visit. They were so nice. Got released from the hospital and Lewis and Robin showed me to the Farm. I miss the farm to this very day. I’d give anything to go back. Got the place all cleaned up with Robin’s help. Hid in the old cottage, refusing to come out for a month or so. Finally decided to try planting the seeds Caroline had given me to start the garden. Was very cynical about it until the little baby seedlings popped up. Immediately was hooked. I’d sit on the steps leading to the patio and just talk to the little guys. Random chicken showed up on my property one day and that’s when I’d met Jas, Vincent and Charlie. Jas was fascinated while Vincent was dragging her away from the farm screaming and crying that I was going to eat them. Only came outside to water after that. I’d catch Jas snooping around the property. She reminded me of Ruby so I’d get sad. She’d leave little flowers from the fields surrounding the ranch just south of the farm. Those flowers kept me chugging during that period of time. Eventually decided I wanted to keep Chickens for company so I made my way to the ranch. That’s when I met Marnie and Shane. Marnie had Shane help me with building the coop and the run. Didn’t say much. Marnie took it upon herself to keep pressuring him to come help on the farm after a while. He’d never really say much to me. We all know where that ended up.

Shane and I would talk more and more with each visit. Jas would come help too. I got fairly dependent on their visits. As Shane and I would talk more we’d get closer. We officially started dating about six months after I’d first got there. I was happy for the first time in ages, and so was he.

Things carried on as they were for two years until the big Stardew County fair. I was cleaning up my little booth when I heard a familiar voice shouting my name. I don’t know how or why they’d decided to attend this fair of all the other fairs and festivals but they’d found me. Len quickly went from sobbing in relief that I was alive to throttling me. Oh ho ho he was pissed when he found out about Shane. Had to pry him off of him. Poor Shane was so rattled. We had a big sit down talk with everyone. Skull Boy couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I could tell he blamed himself for my disappearance, and that made me feel terrible. Ruby never gave up on looking for me.

Everything eventually went back to normal. They’d come visit fairly regularly. Len would just show up unannounced sometimes but I liked it. Shane didn’t. Shane and I eventually got married and this is where you’d think it was happily ever after. I wish that was the case. I really do. I don’t remember the exact amount of time between that and my eventual, untimely death. It wasn’t long enough though. I was so happy. I had my friends back. I had my brother back. I was married with an adopted daughter, though Jas continued to refer to me as “ Uncle Frank” I didn’t mind though. I’d told Shane I was going to the mines and he practically begged me not to go because I’d previously gotten hurt down there, but I’m a hard headed, stubborn idiot. He knew he couldn’t stop me so instead he came along. I don’t know what happened down there, as I’ve blocked it out but something terrible obviously. Shane carried me all the way to Harvey’s, but it was too late. There was nothing anyone could do.

And now I’m here. Anyway, it’s 2am so I’m going to sleep now. I’m certain there are typos but I can’t be bothered. Goodnight.

#ruby gloom #frank and len #frank kin #ruby gloom kin #stardew valley #sdv #canon #yeah

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1863-project · 2 years

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I’m going to be honest - it heartens me so much to see so many of you starting to stand up and say things about the ableism in certain popular Submas depictions in this fandom. There have been times I felt like I was alone or one of very few people saying things about it, and the more of you that are vocal about this, the less alienated I feel as an autistic person.

I’m what people on this website would consider “old,” even though in real life I’m still pretty young (33 isn’t ancient, you know). But when I was diagnosed as autistic in 2009 at age 20, it was still a verrrry difficult time. Autism Speaks dominated the autism narrative in the United States, and people like me were being dehumanized by their rhetoric constantly. But autistic people were starting to fight back, and I ultimately was able to become part of this self-advocate community and stand up for myself and other autistic people. In 2017, I took things one step further and founded the Autistic Gaming Initiative, an all-autistic streaming team raising money and awareness of autistic-led charities, like @autisticadvocacy and @awn-network - AWN’s Autistic People of Color Fund is especially a favorite cause of ours. Since then I’ve spoken at conferences and been published in an ALA publication about libraries and autism, which still doesn’t feel real to me!

Needless to say, I’ve become intensely aware of how the general public still perceives us over the years. Although we’ve made some incredible strides in the decade plus since I’ve been actively advocating for change, due to organizations like Autism Speaks and others dominating the narrative for so long we’re still perceived as a “tragedy,” something like cancer, and there are so many people that think we need to be “cured.” Which...there is no cure. We’d basically be eliminated. It’s eugenics. And the general public still believes so much of it - the anti-vaxxers, the Autism Parents (TM) who think there’s a “normal” child inside their autistic child, the people who think they can cure their autistic children with bleach enemas. These people still see me - and every autistic person reading this, and every autistic person on the planet - as “tragic.” They want us gone.

That’s why it was so difficult for me to go into the Submas tags. The angst hurt, but the ableism hurt more. These characters mean so much to me as autistic-coded characters who are so much more like me than any other fictional characters I’ve ever seen, and to go into the tags and see so many people playing with my identity like a toy or prop and more or less fetishizing mental illness to boot...it cut me so deeply. I spent a lot of time actually struggling with my mental health over this, because it was a reminder that the world still sees me and everyone like me like this. We’re still not allowed to simply be human to so many people.

A few examples:

The “one of the twins is a Zoroark” things, like the “N is a Zoroark” before them, play into the narrative that autistic people aren’t fully human. As I’ve mentioned before, there’s a valid theory that changeling myths were created as a way to explain the existence of neurodivergent children, particularly autistic children.

Certain ships, which I won’t name, blatantly fetishize mental illness for entertainment.

Emmet ALWAYS gets the worst of this, and he has since 2010, when he was also frequently either infantilized or made to be violent or “unhinged.” The fact that it’s the more blatantly autistic-coded of the two characters that gets this treatment again and again says something, and what it says isn’t good. It’s a reflection of how society views people like us as a whole, unfortunately.

So every time I see another one of you speak out against these ableist depictions, even just in the tags, it helps me feel a little better. People like you make it possible for people like me to exist. Thank you.

#actuallyautistic #autism #Pokemon #Submas #fandom ableism

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secondgenerationnerd · 1 year

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Could we get some teen lian and dad roy at home pls (ps i have always felt like irey had adhd and jai has autism what are your thoughts on that?)

Ooo if we’re talking the comic versions, absolutely! My versions lean more toward the Hyperactive ADHD, meshing interestingly with Mar’i’s austim. (Lian is some form of neuro spicy, she just doesn’t care enough for a diagnosis) Fun fact: ADHD and Autism have a fair amount of similar traits

Adding in Jason for some fun 😂😂😂

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“Dad?” Lian calls out, tossing her keys to the side.

“In here, Pum’kin!” Roy calls from the kitchen. Walking in, she takes note of her father’s mussed up hair and rumpled clothes, even if he’s causally sitting on the counter. Wouldn’t be too weird if Uncle Jason’s dark hair wasn’t sticking up, or wearing one of her dad’s goofy shirts, chopping vegetables for dinner like it’s any other night. Doesn’t help that her dad’s checking Jason out way more than ‘best friends’ should.

“You two are shameless.” She snorts, kissing her uncle’s cheek.

“Uh-huh. You do remember that two of your teammates are my little brother and my niece, right, kid?”

Her dad raises an eyebrow at the other man, “Why would she need to remember that?”

“Because, Dad,” Lian jumps onto the counter top beside him, lowering her voice to mimic Jason’s, “They’re the big scary Bats.”

“Ah yes. The big scary bats.” Roy nods grimly, “Mysterious. Spooky.”

“One could even say Creepy.”

“Or Kooky.” As if on cue, father and daughter snap their fingers twice, then crack up. Jason rolls his eyes and waits for it to die down.

“I was telling her to remember because she and that boyfriend of hers—“

“You can say Jai, Uncle Jason. Your brother’s best friend’s son. My best friend.”

“The one shoving his tongue down your throat every 20 minutes. At least according to Mar’i.”

Roy shakes his head, “Nope. My Squeaker’s never kissed any one. Male, female, non-binary, anyone in between or beyond those descriptions.”

“…Roy, babe, you do realize she and the speedster fu—“

“Fundamentally get along, yes.”

Lian can’t help but snort, “Yeah, Dad. Just like how you and Mom ‘Fundamentally getting along’ lead to me.”

Roy makes a face at his daughter, which she happily returns, “If Jai gets you pregnant, I’ll castrate him.”

“Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have done it already.” Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, she heads upstairs, “I’m gonna change! Don’t forget Mar’i and the twins will be here later!”

“What? You don’t want them to know you’re in private school? I’m sure they’d love the uniform—“

“DAD!”

Shaking his head and laughing, Roy looks back at Jason, “Remember when she was little?So sweet and even tempered?”

“The feral hellion, who swore at classmates in preschool?” Jason snorts. But he puts down the knife he was using, looking at the other man, “Do I need to have a conversation with Jai?”

“Nah, he’s a good kid.” Roy shrugs, “If Wally didn’t teach him to respect a partner, Linda put the fear of God into him. Now, get over here.”

“She’s right upstairs, Roy.” But Jason moves towards him. Arms bracing against the counter, boxing the archer in, he raises an eyebrow. The picture of patience. Like they hadn’t been 5 minutes away from stumbling upstairs when Lian’s car pulled up.

“Yeah, but she always hides her school uniform. We’ve got, like, 15 minutes at least.”

“In that case.” Jason leans in. Just as their lips meet, a shout comes from upstairs—

“Dad? Do you know where that explosive arrow I was working on went?”

Dropping his head, Roy grumbles, “Have a kid they said. Such a blessing, they said.”

“Roy, we both know damn well no one told you to have a kid.”

#lian harper #lian nguyen harper #roy harper #jason todd #arsenal #red hood #little red hood

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twinanimatronics · 2 years

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Me, Ceph: —Is dubbed the “Sun” to @dana-chan-the-control-brain‘s “Moon” when it comes to which of the Twins we’re most like—

Also me: —Needs this EXACT level of minimal light in a room or can’t hope to do any sort of concentration/creative work at all —

(not my room but I wish it was)

Just ADHD/Autism things

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birdo-is-here · 10 months

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Hello laddies uhhhh the autism won, have a long post containing the world-building for my ocs

First of all, it is MUCH bigger than just one universe. More a multiverse, but it sometimes even goes into other multiverses (not often tho)

It’s like the MCU, but better because its made by me /hj

Anyway, here you will find an EXTREMELY simplified version of the general layout of the multiverse:

Imagine a circle. That is a universe.

Now imagine an infinite number of that circle inside a larger circle. That is a multiverse. Wow!! However, circles do not tessellate, so that leaves some blank space in between the circles. That is called “null space” (very creative, I know)

This is just the layout of The Birdhouse, aka the multiverse we’re focusing on

THE OTHER MULTIVERSES!! AKA THE OMNIVERSE EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE SYNONYMS DONT THINK ABOUT IT

There are many different multiverses with all types of names and shapes that couldn’t possibly be simplified or comprehended by the human mind (or in other words: I don’t wanna draw)

There are an infinite number of multiverses each with their own sets of rules and laws (or lack-there-of). Many have “leaders” of sorts that “run” the multiverse (or make it seem as if they run it, at least)

On occasion you will find Strays who were either born outside of a multiverse or have abandoned their multiverse for whatever reason.

A good example of this would be 3p (my sibling’s character, hello Rebekah), who happens to be a deserter of war (yes war still happens in the omniverse it’s rather sad) and has therefore been kicked from her multiverse. L

Another example would also be one of mine known as Glitch, who was created outside of the multiverses and ended up moving into The Birdhouse. These creatures specifically can be known as Viruses or Parasites, either work rlly

Basically, the best way to simplify ALL of the multiverse/the omniverse is that they cannot be simplified.

You may be asking, are there other Omniverses? Probably! But I will NEVER be looking into that because that overcomplicates things much more than they already are and I also don’t need to need any more infinitesimal anyway!!

THE BIRDHOUSE

Of course, The Birdhouse has a “leader” — or, an Artist/Writer — who is known none other than Birdo (I’d say it’s not me but… it is. There’s no avoiding it, it’s just straight up me but I have an excuse for it and that is the fact that i am the artist/writer of these stories so it works)

However, because there are no rules and shit, The Birdhouse also has Co-Writers/Co-Artists, who are known as Crown and Pan (Believe it or not, they’re not based on anyone I know)

Birdo being the head of the multiverse as well as the original founder, has the most control of the script and story. Crown and Pan have some level of control over the script, but not to the amount Birdo does. They can also get in trouble if they directly go against Birdo’s plans, fun!

Birdo also has control of The Birdhouse’s general defenses, as well as who gets in and out.

Pan’s level of expertise is based on the general concept of “space & time”, and is basically the physical representation of such. He can bend space and time to his will with very little consequence.

Crown’s job is much more personalised, being the personification of just… sentience, ig. I’d say humanity, but it goes much further than just humans! So just… anything with a conscience and soul (that does include plants and allat, btw)

Of course, not everything is run by just these three, they’ve also got some other Helpers to fill in smaller roles, as well as their “children”

The Writers have, as of right now, 7 living children (and 1 “deceased”, but we’ll look into xem later) known as Nightingales.

Birdo has three: Neo, the eldest, and Tali and Novo, who are twins.

Pan has two: Thyme and Speise, with Thyme being slightly older than Speise.

And finally, Crown has two (TECHNICALLYTHREE): Regi, Grimley and Lite (dead :( )

The Nightingales were initially created to help out with the roles of the Writers.

- Neo helps Birdo with the general defenses of The Birdhouse + some general activities

- Tali is in charge of the borders between universes, basically being the weird little creature in the wall between rooms in the house.

- Novo is essentially the multiverse’s garbage disposal and local hazmat suit guy, absorbing rotting universes (we’ll get into those later) before they can infect any others, he has complete control over the Null Space

- Thyme oversees the management and flow of time itself

- Speise oversees the management of space itself

- Regi manages “life” before birth, or beforelife (kinda like the Jerries from Soul)

- Grimley, as opposed to Regi’s job, manages the afterlife (or more specifically, the safe passage to a universe’s respective afterlife)

- Lite, when alive, managed the lives (or lack thereof) of conscient souls (after their death Crown took over this role)

There are also Helpers, who are either:

- Inhabitants of a universe that have been taken out by a Nightingale (normally Neo) and changed both physically and/or mentally to suit the role they have been given.

- Created to suit the role they have been given. These ones are usually much less “human” in many ways, but do still tend to have a touch of humanity to them.

- Examples of Helpers would be: The Therapist, Interviewer, Reporter, Narrator, Cameraman, Gift Giver (hello cjrp community), Delivery Man and the Milkman.

IN-MULTIVERSE UNIVERSES (aka brush-strokes)

Inside the multiverse can be described as nothing other than “organised chaos”

There is an unknown number of universes that are potentially infinite, but nobody really knows. Not even the Writers! (mainly bc I don’t wanna overcomplicate things getting into the probabilities of infinity, so why not make it unknown)

Of course there are alternate universes, however they are a bit separate from other universes.

Let’s picture it like this: Each timeline is a single line headed in one direction. You will not find any AUs on any one timeline, however each AU has its own line/timeline of events.

You can travel across AUs, but it has to be deliberate. You have to be clearly thinking in your head “I want to go to the ___ AU” as you are universe-hopping.

Travelling through universes is surprisingly easy provided you have the right tools/knowledge. Some universes can have a small rip/fracture in reality that allows for easy passage to other universes, others may just need a certain inter-dimensional tool obtained one way or another to universe-hop. A small number may even have just a doorway to the other universe.

If there’s one thing that always happens when travelling, is that the hopper will always AT LEAST catch a glimpse of Tali’s domain (remember what I said about Tali basically being a little creature that lives in your walls?)

Hopping is essentially the equivalent to phasing through your wall to reach another room. Sometimes there are doors to reach the other room as well, but they are EXTREMELY rare. Looking into Tali’s domain is basically the equivalent of briefly seeing the inside of your drywall as you pass through.

Sometimes people may be a little stupid and try to do the universal equivalent of taking a sledgehammer to the wall and breaking it. Using the wall analogy, it doesn’t seem too bad, but this isn’t actually just a wall. It’s the actual confines of reality here, so it doesn’t actually go that well and usually results in all universes affected having to be absorbed by Novo’s Null Space if they aren’t dealt with by Tali and/or Speise soon enough.

If reality is broken beyond repair for one reason or another in a universe, it may start to shatter and break, causing it to become unstable and soon begin to rot. A rotting universe isn’t very good news, as that rot will spread to other stable universes and begin breaking them up too. Fortunately that’s why we have Novo, who manages the rotting universes and absorbs them before they become a liability.

INHABITANTS, + OTHERS

Back to the Nightingales for a moment, they also have some stuff!

In The Birdhouse, there are Proxies of the Nightingales. Proxies don’t do THAT much, they’re basically just representatives for the Nightingales whenever they themselves aren’t there.

Each Nightingale can have up to 3 Proxies (however they usually just keep it at 1) Proxies aren’t mandatory, so some go without having Proxies unless the opportunity strikes. Proxies must be extremely trusted allies of the Nightingales, and must also be members of The Birdhouse only.

Inhabitants tend to get a lot from becoming a Proxy! They get to summon their respective Nightingale on command, are sometimes able to commune with their Nightingale telepathically, and basically earn free protection from some deities.

When Inhabitants find a way to universe-hop easily, they may choose to become something known as a Hopper (so creative, ik), who basically travels the universes for whatever reason they have.

There are also Off-Scripters, who are an EXTREMELY rare group of people/not people who will deviate from the script Birdo has set. They’re generally very annoying to deal with for Birdo, as well as some Helpers such as the Narrator or the Cameraman. These guys are generally extremely self-aware and less serious characters.

There are ALSO also Part-time Off-Scripters, who only SOMETIMES deviate from the script. These guys can be even more annoying for Birdo, because he never knows WHEN they’re gonna fuck shit up for her. They’re also a bit more commonly found than full Off-Scripters, but still very rare.

That’s all I can think of for now! I’ll reblog this with new info or forgotten info over time, but this is the chunk of it :) Also if u have questions feel free to ask

#Birdo’s silly little guys #birdo babbles #long post #birdo babbles for an extended period of time

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