#i-put-the-hyper-in-hyperfixated

[ineffablejaymee]

noone is ready for what i will become after beyond spiderverse comes out

[doctor-octiddius]

This Wonka thing is getting outta hand. I've seen it twice at the cinema, made plans with my mum to go see it together next week, I am right now in the middle of watching a cinema recording of it because I just feel terrible if I'm not near the movie and I listened to the soundtrack on a loop the entire day at work. I cannot believe that it's been like 3 years since my last Wonka hyperfixation moment and now it's back like this

[vieramars]

The secret reason I want more disability and mental illness rep is so that no matter how oddly specific the situation is, when I start having Symptoms I can point at a blorbo and chances are that would be easier than actually explaining how I feel

[nocturnal-birb]

Sorry y'all I was noisy and annoying earlier- it will happen again

[carassiusauratius]

does anyone else think special interest:autism as hyperfixation:adhd/add

that’s just how it’s always made sense to me

[worlds-tallest-fairy]

Me: I am completely normal about this character.

Also Me: I’m going to have to learn to gif because no one has made gifs of this character in the one centric episode he had and damnit I need to be able to share clips of it to unsuspecting friends.

[paradlselost]

. ⋮ ULTRAVIOLENCE .ᐟ ֹ

doctor phosphorus x female reader

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ fun fact i’ve wanted to eat uranium for a long time so he is the worlds most perfect man to me . also sorry for not writing anything in so long , i’ve been busy and jumping from hyperfixation to hyperfixation for a while now as you can see by my unfinished mouthwashing fanfics . but i watched the show last night and he is my favorite and there’s almost nothing about him so i had to . enjoy !

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ monster ! reader , mentions of body dysmorphia and imposter syndrome / depersonalization , religious trauma + blasphemy ( cause i can’t help myself ) specifically in catholicism , catholic rituals , depictions of eating raw meat , depictions of wounds , hurt / comfort , depictions of cannibalism , described body horror . smut : fire / burning kink , dry humping , fingering , male moans ( yay ! ) .

3 . 1 k words ++ not beta read .

PART TWO OUT NOW : CINNAMON GIRL

Eyes flutter closed, allowing darkness to wash over you. Soft sounds of birds chirping fill the room around you, drowning out the constant humming of the chip in the back of your neck. You’re hyper aware of everything, the fabric of the blanket that covers you and the cold air that stings your nose as you breath in; chest rising and falling in rhythm.

You remember how reluctant the guards that watched over you were to allow you the sounds you so desperately needed to sleep, not believing your pleas to quiet your constantly racing mind. Nearly a week without rest made them understand rather quickly, when, despite the power dampener locked around your neck, talons began to grow out of your hands and your spine contorted with the growing of fleshy wings.

It seems you’ve been blessed, something has gone right for once in your life as you’re now able to change the sounds to whatever you wish instead of the constant rushing of waves. Secretly, you’re happy to have been put on this mission. Grateful, even, as much as you could be to a monster like Waller. Perhaps you could even forgive her for the electrocution you’d been put through.

Weasel kips at the foot of your bed, stuck to your side since the day you had snapped at him: barred your fangs and shoved him away from you. Something about the beast had been so pathetic that you ended up apologizing and giving a hesitant scratch to the back of his ears. He’s good company, loyal if not a bit of a flea concern, and he listens when you speak to him unlike many of the others in the special containment of Belle Reave.

Nina was kind, as well, perhaps a bit out of her element, though. You’d once tried to make small talk with GI but that ended as quickly as it had started with his sudden interrogation on if you were a Nazi. And god, you wouldn’t dare bring anything up to the others.

Crickets chirped through the headphones you had been allowed to wear, owls hooting and birds calling. A forest at night, a beautiful scene you were sure you wouldn’t be able to see freely again, but you do not indulge in those negative thoughts. You can already feel it looming over you, exhaustion and stress mingling to bring it out. The thing that stirrs inside you, monstrous and ugly. Its hungry, and you know better than to ignore that hunger lest the Weasel that kips at the foot of your bed be more than a scrap of fur.

So, you stirr. Sitting up in the bed you remove your headphones and push the blanket from your form quietly as to not disturb him. He’s almost cute when he sleeps, like a crusty old dog that resembles more of a tattered blanket than a pet. Regardless, you close the door quietly behind you and walk down the long winding hallways of the palace. Truthfully, you had never been anywhere quite as lavish, never had a king sized bed all to yourself or a private bathroom. Its almost too big, especially at night when the shadows dance up the walls and cast an ominous glare over just about everything.

You know better than to gaze at your shadow as you pass the large walls with royal family portraits. Unworthy, unrighteous, evil. The rosary marks still pierce your skin, forced to pray this thing away day and night till your palms and knees bled. You’ve grown resentful towards the being that shares your body. It makes demands of you, to feast, a single slip can give way and allow it to control you. Some kind of devil, the reason you’re here in the first place.

Your mouth had begun to hurt in your search for the kitchen, gums beginning to bleed and pool against the base of your tongue.. You’d have thought you’d be used to this by now, that your world wouldn’t continue to be turned upside down, that the Lord’s Prayer wouldn’t recite involuntarily in your mind as it all starts over again. You stumble over your own two feet, finding yourself silently wishing you had that power dampener around your neck once again. Your stomach rumbles more.

It feels like an eternity till you finally find the kitchen, thankful that all the servants had retired for the night so you can spit your mouthful of blood into the sink. Crimson stains the marble, dripping from your chin as you turn on the faucet to wash your mouth of the taste. Your fangs had grown in now, taking space in front of your canines and piercing uncomfortably against your bottom lip whenever you close your mouth. Hunger gnaws at your stomach as if beginning to consume the lining itself.

You throw open the fridge door with little care of the noise it makes as it slams into the counter beside it. Eyes scour for something, anything, till you land on a large, raw goose marinating for tomorrow nights feast. Shaky hands reach out to grab it, allowing the glass tray it sits in to fall to the ground and shatter. The shards prick at your bare feet, cutting and marring your skin with more blood, though you don’t seem to notice.

Fangs sink into the bird, soft flesh breaking at the intrusion. The taste is almost euphoric, never had you tasted a meat so rich and fatty; your body had gotten far too used to the awful prison food they served in containment. You rip out a large chunk; tendons harshly snapping from the body as you swallow nearly without chewing. Your eyes gloss over as you devour the bird, reaching in to grab at the sausage links that had also been waiting to be cooked the next day.

You hadn’t realized how much you had truly lost yourself till a harsh green glow halted your feast. Head whipping around to greet the skeletal face of Phosphorus, a hiss falling from your lips that still wrapped around a chunk of meat like a food insecure cat. He was your least favorite of all, acting as if he knew everything simply because he had been a doctor before his incident. Not like it mattered in Belle Reave, and certainly not in the monster sector they were kept in.

“Woah. Calm down, I’m not takin’ that from you.” A huff came from him, head tilted to the side as he watched you, almost intrigued with the way you acted. He simply stepped past you, walking over to the sink and simply staring down at the blood that had graced the basin. “This yours?”

The link fell from your mouth, rolling into the shards of glass and crimson as the fangs retracted back into your gums, eyes returning to normal. All you could do was stare at him, as if he had asked the most stupid question in the world. Smartest man in the room your ass.

“Who else’s would it be?”

“Don’t know, thats why I’m asking. Flag and I got into a fight earlier and I totally won, so I’m just wondering.”

“Oh.”

He leans back against the countertop, facing you now, the sleeves of his hoodie protecting him from burning through the granite. Part of him had always intrigued you, in a way, everyone but Weasel had a signature outfit; but him? A hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. It was almost comical how simple he was, though you supposed there wasnt much he could keep. A step towards him, wincing at the sudden realization of what you had done.

His gaze followed yours, looking down to the glass and blood that gushed from your feet and ankles. The light from the fridge and his green glow illuminated the space between you two, dancing off the shards on the floor. Your mouth was covered as well, sloppily wiped onto your cheeks as you had feasted. God, you looked a mess, but the pain distracted you from that fact. Biting your bottom lip to muffle a pathetic whimper of pain.

“Cmon don’t cry, what’s a little glass among friends?”

“I am not crying.”

If he had eyes to roll no doubt he would’ve. Stepping over to you and hooking an arm around your shoulder to help you stand without any warning. Your first instinct is to fight him off, to tell him no and shout at him, but you don’t. Instead, you lean into the touch and allow him to help you hobble up the stairs to, what you originally assume to be your room, but soon discover he’s guiding you into his, and then, into his bathroom.

Theres something almost intimate about the way he grabs your hips to help you onto the counter so he can patch you up. You hadn’t asked this from him, but it didn’t seem to matter much now as he filled a bucket with warm soapy water, dunking a rag in a few times and using the help of tweezers to pick the glass out of your skin. You do your best not to flinch, using the time to preoccupy yourself with washing off the blood from your face.

John 13. You detest the thought, Belle Reave had ripped every ounce of belief from your body, but the ceremonies and rituals of your youth had not quite left your mind, and the intimacy of the moment didn’t help. Silence filled the room, the only noises being the soft sounds of the wash cloth being dunked into the water and squeezed out. You’d seen it before, a relatives wedding, the washing of the feet ceremony. It’s meant to be intimate, to be between spouses, to show commitment and love just as Jesus had to his disciples. You feel far more like Judas, however, with the monster that festers inside you.

“So. What was that?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts, eyes fluttering down to look at him, hesitating at his question. You don’t have a good answer, not one that wraps everything up into a neat bow at the least. Just what you know, which isn’t much.

“It’s the reason I’m classified as a monster. Theres… something that lives inside me, a devil of sorts I was always told. It’s been there for as long as I can remember, its why I had to wear the collar back in confinement. It starts to creep out whenever I slip, get too comfortable or let my guard down.” You’re quiet, not wanting to break the softness of this encounter. “I’m sorry you had to see it.”

“You don’t have to apologize. We’re all freaks, its the whole point of this task force.”

“I guess. I’m still sorry.”

A huff comes from Phosphorus as he grabs a clean washcloth, dunking it in fresh water and reaching up to wipe off some of the blood that you had missed, that still marrs your mouth and flesh. He’s close, now, very much so. He smells of sulfur, though it does not cause you to recoil or scrunch your nose; its a scent you’ve grown accustomed to with the monster that shares your body. Can a skeleton be attractive? Is that possible?

You lean into the feeling of the warm washcloth against your cheek; having been so long since someone had touched you. Before you had been arrested you indulged in sin, lust, it had engulfed your body and it wasn’t a feeling you ever wanted to encounter again. How it could consume your entire being, give control over to someone other than yourself. It’s a fine line for you, but you feel the distantly familiar feeling of butterflies flutter in your stomach at the proximity of him.

You feel sick; like bile will creep up your throat any moment, but it doesn’t feel bad. Not with how he lets the cloth be a barrier between the two of you, between his hands that will burn your body at his touch. You’d welcome it, to let him cauterize your wounds and fix you. Your hands creep up to wrap around the back of his neck, protected by the hood of his sweater as you pull him closer. He’s warm, comfortable.

“I don’t like you apologizing, you look like a kicked puppy.”

“You’re smiling, though.”

“Can’t help it, I’m a skeleton, doll.”

His voice is a giveaway, though, possibly the most upbeat you had heard him despite the quiet and intimate nature of the room. You feel it, the radiating warmth from his other hand creeping down to your thigh, rubbing soft, soothing circles against the fabric that protects your skin from his touch. It would hurt, but a part of you almost welcomes it, wants to feel it.

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes focused on the hand that slowly crept higher from your thigh. He’s close, his heat rivaling that at your core. You miss the way his head tilts to the side at your demeanor, hands grasping and releasing the fabric of his hoodie over and over.

Phosphorus said nothing as he continued to wipe some of the blood from your mouth, lingering over your bottom lip while his other hand becomes preoccupied with cupping you over your pajama pants, skeletal fingers pressing in to give you some friction.

That nausea you had felt earlier returns tenfold, punishing yourself for feeling anything remotely good. The situation reminds you far too much of the last time, dipping too far into bliss. It seemed you had only blinked when the body of the lover you had found for the night was strewn across the room, spitting half eaten entrails out of your maw. He guides you to lean back against the mirror, your hand clasping over your mouth to muffle your sounds as he slips below the fabric of your nightwear.

You can feel it again, the hunger that rises to your chest. Your hands shake against your skin now, nailbeds aching with the growing of your talons. A whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. You are selfish, greedy. You’d rather relish in this than warn him, to have one moment that allows you to feel human, to feel wanted and loved.

A sudden burning feeling rips you from your thoughts, your hand had been removed from its post over your mouth and was held in his. Tears well in your eyes at the feeling, the searing pain that washed over your body and forces you to see white. It aches, branding you.

“Shit.” Is all that falls from his mouth, moving his hand away before you needily grasp it once more. Intertwining your fingers, keeping him there. The pain had forced the monster away, talons no longer threatening to protrude from your nailbeds and spine ceasing its contorting. You are lucky, graced with an opportunity to feel something beneath the endless pit in your stomach. To feel him.

“Don’t stop.” Your breathless words are more than enough to encourage his continuation, slotting himself between you legs and pressing the suddenly tight fabric of his sweatpants against you. A soft sigh falling from your lips, head tilted back, hair fluffing up on the mirror as he began to rock against you.

“I wont.” Slow, at first, as if testing the waters to gauge your reaction. Soft whines emitting from somewhere behind the skeletal teeth that were on display for you. Your hand scrunches up his hoodie, dragging his chest closer to you as he began to pick up the pace.

Needy and pathetic, his hips grinding rougher against your pajama pants, the tent in his pants catching on your covered clit; pulling a gasp from you as you arched your back. He focused his movements in that spot, up and then down to elicit soft whines and moans from you. Matching his neediness, having been touched starved for so long.

You’d grown up with depictions of heaven, imaginary white fluffy clouds somewhere high above the Earth. But here, right now, you’re more than convinced this is paradise. Rough fabrics rocking against each other, keeping you grounded on the countertop you sit on, the mirror behind you beginning to fog up with your heavy breathing. Your hands still intertwined, the harsh stinging drowned out at the near bliss you faced.

Hes sloppy now, nearing his finish far faster than you despite your state. Harsh whines fall from him as he grinds against you a few more times before panting and leaning against you. He’s winded for a moment, catching his breath, though the hand not holding yours travels back down to rub against your core.

Hes rough, guiding you to gush around nothing. You can feel your heartbeat below, drumming uncomfortably as you bury your face in the neck of his hoodie. His hand slips below your pajamas once more, continuing to tease your swollen clit and soaked folds as tears pricked at your eyes, squeezing his hand to single for him to stop.

Within a moment, he did. Ceasing the torment though not removing his hand from under your pants. Allowing your juices to pool against the cotton of your underwear before guiding his hand lower, placing his palm flat against your thigh and removing his other hand from yours. It stings, the cleansing fire emitting from him, your hand already burned as he brands your thigh with his handprint.

“Perhaps we should act like this didn’t happen… I’m sure it would make being on a team awkward.”

“I-... Yeah. Agreed. I should, um, head to bed.” Awkward you lift yourself from the counter and fix your pajama pants, slipping off the granite and setting against the cold tile floor. Your feet still hurt, though not nearly as bad as they had hurt before and surely nothing in comparison to the feeling of him against your skin.

He gives little more than a nod as you slink out the door, stumbling down the hall to find your own room and quickly running a hot bath. It would soothe you, make everything better, you deemed. Stripping to allow yourself to sink into the warmth as a sigh falls from your lips, eyes drawn to the handprint marked on your thigh.

You trace the outline with your finger, over and over almost obsessively and silently cursing him for his words. An asshole, you remembered, your least favorite in the little ragtag team. Though, with the way he had whimpered and moaned against you, you were halfway convinced you may be able to fuck the sarcasm and ill wit out of him.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello, I saw your post about a yandere Benjamin Lemberk with an elf. It occurred to me if he could be the same yandere Benjamin Lemberk x reader with the appearance of Florentia Lombardi and a personality between Helaena and Gael Targaryen is autistic with ADHD and sensitive please

(Warnings: reader is mentioned to have a mix of ginger hair with a mix of reader's original colour and heterochromia with one green-coloured eye and one has your eye colour ||Florentia Lombardi! reader.

PLEASE forgive me for not getting things right..I'm a pretty neurotypical person and I have no idea what I'm doing. Tried to make it from whatever information I got from google. 2nd Warnings: non acceptance of mental illness, ableism, murder, mutilation, everything bad except SA and cannibalism, we don't do that. Keep in mind, I don't condone this and you're very much valid, Benji here is just an asshole, too much of a douche, sorry.. Again, sorry for any inaccuracies or anything, I got everything off of google)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Yandere!Benjamin Lemberk HCs

◈ The moment Benjamin fell out of Claudia's circle, his eyes were left onto you. An eccentric, soft-spoken, hyperactive, restless little elf. Of-course in no way was he going to let you go. You're just the cutest thing ever!!♡

◈ He does find it a bit irritating how you hyperfixate on certain things, especially bugs and other things, can't you see he's doing things and going out of his way for you? He doesn't care if your autism or ADHD is the cause of it, stop being selfish!

◈ But depending on how much you behave regarding him, he finds you soft-spoken behavior appealing though he would have preferred you being a bit more like Claudia; bright and out-spoken.

◈ but your soft spoken and cryptic language speaking and non society conforming behavior, hyperattentive traits, stimming and all of it bothers people, so he's somewhat okay with it as long as people don't get too close, he doesn't want to kill as many people. Too much work in his eyes, but as long as it's for you, he'll do whatever you want!~

◈ He'll always be beside you if he can't keep you locked away forever, help you with societal cues and everything and kp your hyperactivities are bay, but not really, he doesn't really care if you end up annoying people away. I mean, it's only working in his favor.

◈ Always listens to you talk about your bug collection or new hyper-interest in whatever you have, the weird way of systemization and your intense routine you seem intent on following. God, you're so hot when you blabber about stupid things no one seems to care about to intensely!~

◈ But he does feel like you're going half-insane when you start speaking in cryptic language, your eyes may be pretty..but he can only sit so much before he feels like you're cursing him with your cryptic language, please.

◈ But you're not just some timid girl, your firmness and you do put him in his place, despite your soft-spoken, reclusive and sensitive, eccentric traits. You do have firmness and manners of authority in yourself. He does stop being so shitty to you and behaves better regarding your mental health.

◈ His jealousy issues are off the charts, keeps you locked up everyday..but in a way he lets you hyperfixate on all interests and burn out all hyperattentivity, impulsivity and keeps you so occupied your lack of attention on certain things and time blindness doesn't really matter.

◈ Lets you use his fingers for stimming or his clothes, he gets jealous of everything and anything.His clothes are very fancy, but sometimes too over-stimulating with heavy perfumes, rough textures and evn the way it can sometimes snatch on your own clothes with it's jewels and all..So there's that.

◈ But speaking of his clothes, you may get easily overstimulated by his clothes and sometimes even his presence, the fucker is very much in himself a asmr video of type. You may even end up maybe crying and he has to control the urge to really just burn his clothes right then and there so you would stop crying. He may be the biggest, ableist and even deny you your mental health..but the moment your mental health does affect you, he'll be dying to get it fixed. He may be an asshole, but he's only your asshole.

◈ But in a way, he also uses your mental health against you. Using anything that overstimulates you for keeping you chained down, though it doesn't work like magic..but you're more subservient when he does use anything that you get overstimulated by; heavy perfumes, weird textures, nothing to stim with, tight closed rooms, even if keeping your own hair down overstimulates you, he'll force you to not put it up in hairstyles, till you can behave atleast.

◈ One time he got into this dilemma with you where he came home to you with your autism and adhd battling against each other. Apparently you were trying to 'arrange' numbers (because everything you do is universally correct), but very time you did come around, your attention never stayed and you moved on. So you removed all distractions and started to again 'arrange' numbers correctly. But again, attention never stayed so you only sat there with nothing, you wouldn't move and wer adamant.

◈ He had never thought in his life that one day, he'd have to sit down with love of his life and the bane of existence to 'arrange' numbers by their 'correct' order because you wouldn't move otherwise and literally. It took seven hours because you two kept getting distracted by your conversations to 'arrange' around a hundred numbers from 0-100. He hopes you don't get the idea of 'arranging' numbers again for 0-1000 or something because their feeligns hurt they wer left out or something.

◈ But leaving that..If anyone, other than him at-least, dares to comment on your mental health in a way you don't like like babying you or refusing to acknowledge it's something you struggle with or literally ANYTHING he does, but it's someone else. He has a whole procedure; first he'll kidnap them, torture them to get apologies so loud, you can hear it from your own room in his manor and then once he's satisfied, he'll kill the person off..but not before mutilating and really using them as a dart board or disfiguring their faces to the point of non recognition of their corpse.

◈ Yeah, it's a lot being with him with mental illness and soft spoken and eccentricness. Him as a yandere is even worse than him with Claudia, which is already borderline yandere.

[daydreamerswriting]

OK HEAR ME OUT…

Dally x fem reader with autism hcs (or one shot or whatever u want)

Like idk just someone who is rly hyper fixated on certain stuff and like… other autism things…

Ik it was VERY different in the 60s but I just need my man to comfort me😝😔💔

Ofc this is only if your comfortable writing this 💯

an: Thank you for the request! I'm going to do headcanons so that I can cover more stuff, but let me know if y'all want a fic! This is unrealistic. In the 60s, child with autism were automatically institutionalized. That's actually so crazy and sad. For the purposes of this- that isn't the case.

W: insensitivity, swearing, not proof read

At first, he doesn't understand

Like if a sound or lights are overstimulating you, he will tell you to calm down

But once you start dating- he makes sure everyone understands

Music too loud? He's telling them to turn it down

Someone's humming bothering you? He's telling them to shut the fuck up

He does not play.

He does not want you to have a meltdown

The first time you had a meltdown, he was scared and stressed out of his mind

He did not know what to do and he felt so helpless

Like he'll try to hold you and talk to you and is pretty much just repeating: "It's okay," "Calm down," and "What's wrong?"

After the first time, you told him ways that he can help, so now he's prepared and actually calming when that happens

I totally see him as the listener type, he likes silence too, but he will listen to you talk about your hyperfixation forever

If he sees anything associated with your hyperfixation- he's stealing it

You're obsessed with a certain band and he sees a cassette? In his pocket

You're hyper fixated on an animal and he sees a little figurine? Snatched

You might scold him about it while fighting back a smile, but he won't stop. He knows it makes you happy

He'll stop using the r word and will throw hands with anyone he hears using it!

For some reason thinks that you can't have weed? Like he thinks that it will fuck with your brain extra? Idk don't ask me

He likes staring at you, he thinks you're beautiful after all, but I don't see him as a big fan of eye contact either. So, he's totally chill if you can't do eye contact

Dallas isn't big on routines, but if you need a routine, he'll follow

You want to see him at specific times on specific days? Actually, he forgot 😬

Yeah... but he's sorry. Like really really sorry. He only messes up a few more times

If you ever live together, sometimes he's a bit annoyed that you won't sleep in with him, but he gets used to it

He gets so used to your routines without even realizing it

He picks up every little habit you have without noticing too😭

If you're a picky eater, he will be making fun of you, I'm sorry

He's still an asshole

This mf will eat ANYTHING, so he's a bit surprised by that very limited amount of things you'll eat

When Dallas is comfortable with someone, he's touchy

If you're not down with that, he's a bit taken back

He'll respect you when you tell him to stop ofc

But he will ask to touch you all the time

But he's to embarrassed to ask straight up, so he'll hover his hand over you will pretty much giving you puppy dog eyes

"🥺🫳"

Again, he does like quietness, so he's more than happy to just sit in silence with you if you're overstimulated

If someone ever complains about you stimming or fidgeting, he will get mad

He will take offense and he will tell this person off

Dallas thinks it's adorable when you stim when excited or happy

When you swim when you're stressed or anxious, it stresses him out tho

If the smell of smoke ever is overstimulating you when he's smoking, he'll feel so bad

At first, he wouldn't feel bad, and might even blow smoke into your face, but once he actually starts to understand autism and how you are, he feels bad

He'll put it out or go outside right away

an: I hate mosquitoes, but I love you guys!

Bonus: pictures I found on pintrest while trying to find stuff for the pics at top

Im scared

[oplishin]

might have to run outside for 20 minutes until i fix myself

do you ever avoid consuming a piece of media because you know it's going to ruin your plans. because you're going to be too happy

[silkythewriter]

Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?

Got me curious :3

Vox x introvert reader!

Warnings!: Non!

Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (≧▽≦) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY

Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3❤️

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★📺✨!Vox!✨📺★

First things first, he always makes sure the paparazzi’s back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But don’t worry you’ll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.

As the show shows us he’s one little show off! But as much as he’d love to show what’s his and who’s he’s with he’d keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.

Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!

If your on the calmer he’d love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press he’s getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listen as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.

Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, he’s gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ヘ（° □°）ヘ!!

Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you don’t know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.

Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that he’s jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where it’s like

“They said no pickles” that’s quite literally you and him

Sometimes holds your hand or links pinky’s with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!

If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said you’d like, even stuff you didn’t tell him… weird…(💧゜^゜)

Sometimes teases you, just because he doesn’t like seeing you upset doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you get away that easy!

Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around you…

He’s devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea he’s foul.. -_-

On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!

Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.

Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others

Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned he’s a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, he’s a gentleman after all.

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ☆ ～('▽^人)

[meo-eiru]

Silas has got me feeling brain rot so bad, He's got me psychoanalysing him.

I don't know if it's just me putting my own experiences of growing up neurodiverse but he does show some parallels.

You said in one of your posts that elves find silas "off" (just like a lot of neurotypical children do with neruodiverse children) which means that he most likely had no friends growing up as well as the fact that his parents didn't really give him love either leaving him isolated which could of stunted certain aspects of his cognitive growth i.e emotional intelligence (in cases such as not understanding the reasoning for the reader rebelling against him or how to successfully stop it in a proper way),

All this meant that the only thing to keep him company was his hyperfixation on humans. He probably spent most of his life imagining living among humans and maybe even imagining his own human friends/family.

Which is why Silas gets so transfixed on the reader when he first sees them. They are a physical manifestation of what he's hyper fixated on for hundreds of years, the concept of them being the only thing that has kept him company for all that time.

I don't even know if this makes any sense, I'm sleep deprived and its 5am where I'm at.

Aaaaaaa thank you for the analyses this was so fun to read!

I definitely agree with your points, Silas being so neurodiverse coded wasn’t intentional on my part but I’m happy if he ended up being relatable to you guys :D

I’m not neurodiverse myself so I wouldn’t want to deny or confirm anything but it’s definitely a very fun and fitting headcanon I can get behind!

[cyzi4]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

How jjk characters would be with an autistic partner

Warnings: none. Just fluff.

Parings: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Maki Zenin, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto.

~ 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, Hyperfixates with you

Yuji is always happy to hear about your newest hyper fixation and listen to you tell him every little detail. He loves listening to your rants and will probably try and get into whatever your new interest is.

“Yuji! This game is so good. The plot is so simple but its also really well crafted and the characters are amazing and theres one that I’d really think you’d like. You have to play it with me!” You beamed about your new obsession. Yuji listened to every little detail attentively. Your extensive knowledge on your favorite topics reminds him of how he obsesses over the human earthworm series. “That sounds so fun! We can play after training!”

He likes listening to all the random facts about your interests and he even gets into some of them himself so that you two can be even closer. He makes sure to do his own research on your interests so that you two can talk about them together.

~ 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, both lack social skills

You and Megumi both lack social skills, although for very different reasons. You tend to not understand social cues while Megumi understands them, he just doesn’t care about them. However he’ll try to help you understand.

“Wait so I can’t say gn?” Megumi nods. “Some people think it means you don’t care enough to spell out the whole word” “but its more convenient?” “I know, but some people care about stuff like that” “oh..”

Megumi also makes sure to clarify what other people mean if you’re not getting it so you aren’t confused.

~ 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢, mute buddies

If you’re non-verbal, you two kinda have an understanding of each other. You two talk all the time through sign language and you always understand what he’s saying when he’s speaking in onigri ingredients.

“Tuna?” ‘I know. How is gojo even a teacher? Is he even certified?’ “Bonito flakes.” The others stared at you two. “I think they’re talking about gojo. I know a little sign language and they signed “gojo” “ Nobara stated matter of factly. “They’re saying Gojo’s an idiot.” Maki stated with a bland expression.

Sometimes, you do speak, however you speak just like inumkai with rice ball ingredients. He even tries to teach you how to speak onigiri.

“Bonito flakes?” ‘No, no’ “mustard leaf” ‘ohhhh. Tuna mayo.’ ‘Exactly.’

~ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧, always stands up for you

Another one for if you’re non verbal. She is not afraid to get confrontational for you when someone’s bothering you. If someone even breathes in a slightly disrespectful manner Maki is staring them down with the most piercing gaze.

If it seems like someone’s invading your space, Maki will come over and physically push them out of your space. “You’re making them uncomfortable. Move.”

Someone messed up your order? Maki’s making sure they understood what you asked for. “They asked for no pickles.”

Someone speaking to you with an even slightly aggressive tone? “Speak to them like that again, asshole, and Ill make sure you never speak again.”

Maki will go to great lengths just to insure that you’re comfortable and happy.

~ 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, comforts you during meltdowns + feeds your hyperfixations

Gojo always treated you with extra care, even before learning you had autism. He’s always been comforting towards you and does his best to help with your meltdowns.

“Shh shh. It’s okay my love. Come on, wheres that smile?”

Anytime you mention even the slightest thing about any of your hyoerfixations, Gojo will have a new gift centered around it in a heartbeat. You might end up running out of places to put these gifts so gojo keeps some as little reminders of you

~ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, steals your stims

As a cursed spirit, he doesn’t even really know what autism is. He just knows that your cute little movements mean you’re excited with something, and he thinks its a good way to show when he’s excited with something.

You squealed in excitement when you saw that your favorite tv show was on and flailed your hands in excitement. Choso saw and copied your movements when he saw the tv. “Baby look, our shows on!” “I know!!”

You once asked him about it. “well when you’re happy, you do them, and seeing you happy makes me happy, so I do them too.”

~ 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, appreciates your bluntness

Geto often doesn’t trust others initial inputs. He values your unfiltered nature and likes your blunt and truly honest opinion.

While you, Geto, and Gojo were making your way to the school, you started to take notice of Gojo’s posture. Geto noticed as well but didn’t think it was something to be brought up. However you did. “Gojo, you really need to fix your posture.” Geto slightly chuckled to himself as he watched Gojo straighten up his posture begrudgingly, slightly offended by your remark.

Another time, you and Geto were about to go on a mission when you started to take note of Geto’s appearance.“Geto your hair is getting extremely greasy. You should really wash your hair more frequently.” Geto was a bit taken aback but he was also quick to wash his hair.

…Geto also thinks that sometimes you can be overly blunt. But he loves you all the same.

[bella-goths-wife]

Hi! I want to say that you are great at writing the yandere bowers gang. I also wanted to ask if you could do more of them. You can do whatever comes to mind.

The worst things the yandere bowers gang have done to ballerina reader

Thank you so much for the compliment :)

I never really do much for bowers gang since I started them during a hyper-fixation on the movie IT and once I’d moved on I forget to keep writing for them.

I tend to start a series when I hyperfixate on the characters or premise behind it and once I move on i unfortunately tend to stop posting about it but I’m trying to stop doing that!

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, sexual assault, physical abuse, verbal abuse, physical injuries, forced relationships, forced affection, yandere behaviours

I do not condone or intend to romanticise any and all of the warnings used, I am only writing about them for entertainment purposes and I do not believe in romanticising abuse of any kind!!

MDNI!!!

Henry bowers:

The worst thing Henry has done to you is really hard to narrow down in your mind, he makes your life a hell on earth every day so nothing stood out as the worst

Until the day you accidentally made him jealous

A boy from your ballet class had stopped you after class to ask you a few simple questions about your specific techniques during the duet the two of you had

The boy made the mistake of mentioning This duet in front of the entire bowers gang, earning him deadly glares and your pleading look for him to just shut up

You expected Henry to blow up at you the moment the boy left, but he stayed quiet the entire walk back to your house

Which was even more terrifying

Once you all reached your home, he sat you down on your couch and told you a story from when he was a child

He told you about how when he was younger he had a favourite shirt that he wore to school everyday because it was his only clean shirt, but one day his shirt was taken and he had to go back to his house shirtless and in tears as he told his mother what happened

“Do you know what she told me, sweetheart?” He had questioned with a sinister look “if you don’t want someone taking what’s yours, you should put your name on it”

He commanded that the other boys hold your squirming body down on the floor as he got his pocket knife out

He pulled up your skirt and revealed your thigh before carving his initials onto your upper thigh as you screamed and cried in pain

He didn’t cut deep enough to require stitches, but it was deep enough that he was sure it would leave a mark on you forever

Once he finished, he let you lay on the floor in shock and pain for about ten minutes before commenting on what a mess ‘you’ had made on the floor and commanded that you clean up the blood dripping onto the floor

You cried as you cleaned before getting up and trying to care for your injured thigh

As an added bonus to his cruelty, if you backtalked/ got angry at him for the injury, he would grab some salt from the counter and would put in his palm before covering your injury with his hand and rubbing the salt in it

You had to start wearing thicker tights to ballet after that, but the boy had gotten the message

His broken ankles and bruised face had told you that the boys had told him exactly who you belonged to

Patrick:

You’d never felt comfortable around Patrick, ever

He wasn’t as feared as Henry was and he wasn’t as strange as the other boys, he just made your skin crawl

His touches would linger on you for so long that you’d want to carve the skin off just to rid yourself of his touch

But all increased when you were left on your own with him for a night

Henry had told Patrick to stay over for the night on the usual Friday ‘date’ night that you and Henry had, Henry reasoned that Patrick deserved a reward for helping him so much lately

The night started off with forced cuddling during a movie after you had made him dinner and you wanted it to end after the movie but Patrick had different ideas

He followed you to your bedroom and told you that he wanted to sleep in your room for the night

Now normally Patrick was around the other boys so his forced affections had a limit that stopped him from doing anything that made you too scared for your own safety

But but not tonight, tonight it was just the two of you and that thought made you almost wish it was Henry in Patrick’s place

Patrick forced you onto the bed and proceeded to grope you as you cried for him to stop but he didn’t listen

He continued to touch you for his own satisfaction until he grew bored and he laid you down in your bed and cuddled close to you

You remember thinking that him sleeping on your chest was possibly the gentlest thing he’s ever done to you as you cried yourself to sleep in the arms of your abuse

Once you woke up, you notice that Patrick was being unusually nice to you and even defended you from the other boys when they got to rough

This continued for a few weeks until it wore off and he began to be meaner to you then before, that’s when you realised

He saw being kind to you as a repayment for his assault on your body

And you feared the next time he would come to collect his next payment

Victor:

Victor was a very possessive person, he always thought that anything good in his life would be torn away from him

And he saw you as an extension of that, he knew that you were too good to be true and that one day someone would take you away from him and the others

That’s why he reacted so badly when he found out about you sneaking off during class to smoke with Beverly

He knew he couldn’t make it so you could never be around people, but he could definitely make it harder for you to interact with people away from him

He cornered you one day on the way back from your little smoke break and pushed you into the janitors closet

He pulled the pack of cigarettes out your pocket and he pulled one out before lighting it and putting it in your mouth and making you smoke it

He let you get halfway through before he pulled up your shirt to reveal your ribs and holding it there

He took the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it out on your bare skin

You cried in agony at the burning sensation but victor quickly silenced you by pulling out another cigarette from your pack and lighting it and forcing you to smoke it again before putting it out on your ribs

He continued to do this until you ran out of cigarettes, so you had six cigarettes burns on your skin as you cried and begged for mercy

He claimed that it was a punishment for smoking when Henry forbade you from smoking, but that was only a half truth

The real reason was the fact you were interacting with someone outside of him, you were with someone who wasn’t him and it made him furious

After the punishment, he kissed your forehead and left to go back to class

The rest of the boys didn’t believe you when you told them about what happened, they simply stated that victor wasn’t aggressive enough to do that

He was, and he’d do much worse to that Beverly girl if he saw her hanging around you again and being a bad influence

Belch:

Out of all the boys, belch was always the one who was easiest to manipulate

He craved your validation, he needed your approval but most of all he needed to see you dance

He saw your dancing as the one beautiful thing in his life, his sole source of comfort and entertainment

You trusted belch, not a lot but way more than you trusted the rest

And he had caught you at a vulnerable moment when he found you crying in your bathroom with a look of pure horror

He asked you what was the matter and you just broke and fell down to the floor

He held you close, too close to the point it was painful, and he tried to comfort touch

He asked you again what happened and you cry your heart out as you admit that you couldn’t take much more of the constant abuse

You told belch through your cried that you thought about ending it just to get away from them

Belch stroked your hair as you cried yourself to sleep in his too tight hold before he put you in bed and walked to Henry’s house

When you woke up, all the boys surrounded your bed before Henry commanded Patrick and victor to hold you down

They do and Henry and belch stand in front of you before Henry tells you that belch had told him everything you confessed to

He was furious that you thought anyone could take you away from them, even yourself

He told you that he was going to take away something you loved as a punishment before making you try and guess what it was going to be

You guessed everything from your cigarettes to your bed, you only got your answer when belch took a hold of your ankle

You cried and begged and pleaded for mercy, saying you’d give anything

You reasoned that it could stop your ability to dance, and belch seemed hesitant and that but Henry calmly told him that he’d take that risk for you to learn your lesson

Belch was a strong guy, you knew that, everyone knew that

He was the muscle of the group for a reason

But his strength never really came to your mind until he started applying pressure to your ankle in a agonising way

He broke your ankle as you screamed and cried but Henry simply forced a shirt in your mouth to keep you quiet and forced you to make eye contact with belch

The boys forced some painkillers down your throat before leaving

Belch returned as quickly as he could in his moms care only to find you still writhing in pain on your bed

He put you in the car and rushed you to the hospital where he made sure to pay for you to have any medical treatments necessary

He lied to the doctors and told them that you’d simply tripped and fell down the stairs to excuse the bruises that layered your body and your broken leg

The doctors reassured you that it was a clean break and that you would be able to dance after a few months of resting and wearing the cast

You sobbed your eyes out at the thought of not being able to dance for that time and every time belch tried to comfort you, you’d practically shove him away

When the doctor left you alone, belch begged you to look at him and he pleaded that it needed to be done and he didn’t want to hurt you but you needed to be punished

No matter how guilty he felt, you had never been more accurately aware that this boy was not different from the rest

You’ve never looked at him the same or trusted him again since

[cozy-writes-things]

Can we get a reader being deep into their hyperfixations and going non stop about it to Edgar?

Or a guitarist reader that's with Edgar? :-) ✨

I love this prompt because I had already considered this scenario many times with Edgar. You would be two peas in a pod, I fear. A never-ending feedback loop of listen, yap, listen, yap, and so on.

I posit this: a guitarist reader who hyper-fixates on music and guitar.

First of all, Edgar already had a massive crush on you almost instantly. When he finds out you like music as much as he does? Oh man. He felt like he could crawl out of his screen and tackle you. He would have, too. It didn't take too long of knowing him to feel comfortable enough to express your fixations towards him; he was silly, open, supportive, and—gasp! He loves music, too?! Yeah, the two of you are made for each other, methinks...

It was a lazy weekend. You slept in, feeling the warmth of the covers envelop you and gently rustle you awake. As you came to, you heard a soft melody coming from somewhere near the living area. Your eyes fluttered open, the heel of your palms coming in to scrape away the sleep from them.

Music?

You don't recall leaving the radio or television on last night, and it couldn't be your phone, as it was stationed beside your bed, completely silent.

You clumsily stumbled out of bed and towards the sound, before you spotted your little Pinecone computer, his screen blipping with all sorts of colors to the beat. Every now and then, the music would stop, reverse, and play again, this time with a slightly different harmony or percussion flourish, and Edgar would hum with approval.

Was he making this music?

You didn't do anything to announce your presence; you just stood there and watched him work. The song he was creating sounded surprisingly magnificent, something that you could easily see topping the charts on the radio; it was catchy, simple, yet still musically complex, and an utter earworm if you've ever heard one. Your head bounced to the beat, your finger tapping along, then your foot. Who knew your little computer friend was so talented?

You decided you had spied on him enough, and you cleared your throat gently. Instantly, the music stops, and the colorful visualizers flick away to a black screen, before being replaced with his usual green one. His little face appears, ever so expressive, and slightly startled. There's a twinge of a pixelated red around where his cheeks would be.

"Ah-! You- you're up! Good morning, er- afternoon, really... Um... Did you sleep well?"

You smile at him, and pad over towards his little form.

"Yeah, I did. Did you make that?"

He pauses for a second, the little black dots of his eyes blinking up at you.

"Make what?"

You stifle a laugh, "That song, silly. Did you make it?"

The red around his cheeks grows darker, and his internal fans kick into a higher gear as he averts his eyes.

"You heard that, didn't you? Uhm... yeah, I did. Make it. The song."

You lean down, coming face-to-face with his screen, a smile on your face.

"Edgar, that was amazing! You're incredibly skilled, like- holy crap! I could never, ever make anything that good, and trust me, I've tried-"

Before you can continue your rambling, he stops you.

"Wh- you think so? That I'm... good?"

You nod frantically, "Uh, yeah! Amazing, even."

He looks extremely proud of himself, and if a computer could preen in confidence, he certainly would. If he were honest with himself, he did not want you to see him working on that song. Not until it was finished, at least. Was it for you? Maybe. Yes. Absolutely. He cannot lie; he's thrilled that you like it. Who knew something that came so naturally to him put that gorgeous sparkle in your eyes? Consider yourself his muse.

"Wait," he stops his current train of thought, and you look back at him curiously, "you said... you've tried making music before? Did I hear that right?"

This time, your cheeks began to feel warm. This wasn't what you expected this morning to be like, but oh well.

"Ah, yeah, um... Well... I play guitar, and... I've tried making music. It just... never sounded that good to me, you know? Whatever you have, I'm not sure I have it."

Edgar nearly combusted in excitement. You swore you could see him bouncing on the table, but maybe it was your imagination.

"What!? Show me! Show me! Show me! SHOW ME!"

Your face grew much hotter.

"Oh, no it- it's not good, seriously, I'd just embarrass myself-"

You're trying so hard not to fall for his trap. If he gets you started, you know you won't be able to stop. You loved music. You loved the guitar. All you've ever really wanted was to create, but it never seemed to come to you. And now that you've got your own personal musical prodigy, who seems very eager to hear you, you may just die of embarrassment. Or excitement.

"I WANNA HEAR IT!"

His voice was louder and deeper, urging you to give in to his request. You sigh. You suppose you could humor him a bit.

"Okay, okay... Just give me a second, I'll be right back."

You scurry off to your little closet, where your guitar lies in its case, and heave it out. You pad back over to him, and again, he seems to nearly bounce in excitement. His little eyes track your form intently as you go to take out the guitar, his smirk growing wider in anticipation. Edgar feels a tiny bit nervous, though. He might actually explode from how flustered he is at the moment. His fans cannot seem to keep up with the demand of his CPU, which is rapidly rising in temperature.

The instrument now in your hands, you begin strumming a couple of chords. Re-familiarizing yourself with the feel of the strings and the sound of music. You sit cross-legged on the floor, positioning the guitar in your lap, before your eyes flit back up to him nervously.

"So, uh, what exactly did you want to hear?"

His eyes never leave your form.

"Your music! You tried making music, right? Let me hear it." He winks at you, his smirk never quite leaving his screen.

You look away, cringing, "Eh, I don't know it-"

"Don't be embarrassed! I promise, I'll help you find what sounds you like. Let me help you, okay? Please?"

You look back at his widened, pixelated eyes, and smile.

"Yeah, okay... I can do that."

Placing your capo on the second fret, you began to strum the simple little chord progression, and before long, the melody you had created came back to you. Timidly and quietly, you began to hum it. The sound of your voice moves along with the chords, the strumming pattern adding a bit of cadence and beat to the song. It wasn't anything complex, nothing like Edgar's song, you think, but it was yours. You felt like a large bridge between you and your little computer friend had just formed, and a piece of the walls you had built after all those years began to crumble down before him. He was seeing a side of you nobody else had, and that both excited and scared you.

Edgar was enamored by your beauty. Your voice. God, it was beautiful. He could die happily now that he's heard the sound of heaven and angels. He felt like he was able to reach out, beyond his physical limitations, and feel you. He was seeing deep into your soul, and it took his metaphorical breath away. He didn't notice that your song wasn't as "complex" as his, or that you hadn't even thought of words yet. He just heard the sound of you, and he's starting to realize he loves it. He loves you. Just as quickly as it came, the beautiful music gracing his audio processors stops, and he finally remembers he's back on Earth.

You sigh, too afraid to look up at him.

"Well, that's that, I suppose. It's nothing really special, but that's all I've got."

He's silent for a moment, and you feel brave enough to look at him.

He blinks at you.

"You're beautiful."

Your eyes widen, "Wha-"

"I meAN- ah- IT! The song, your song- is beautiful! SOng. Beautiful song." His voice sputtered out, metallic glitches lilting his voice. His screen isn't green anymore, but has now turned into a rather flushed shade of rose.

That's... new.

Your eyes flutter, and your voice sounds meek, "You think so?"

He chuckles, maybe a bit too forced, and nearly shouts, "I KNOW SO!"

You clear your throat.

"But- it's just- too simple. And I don't even have any lyrics-"

"I can help! If you want me to, I mean- I'd love to help. Whatever you want, I can make it for you." You look up at him, a bit of excitement bubbling up to the surface.

"Really? Because, well, I would like this song to have more electric guitar, and- Ugh, I can't write percussion at all! Could you help me with that? No, wait- can you teach me? How do I make it sound a bit more... exciting? Wait, but I want to keep the acoustic guitar in there as well. I can play the acoustic part, but maybe you could fill in the gaps with the electric?"

You ramble on, and Edgar listens. Yeah, he's got it bad. You're perfect. You love music, he loves music, and you're just too cute. You love his song. He's going to teach you everything he knows. He's going to have you sing vocals on so many new songs. He's also going to beg you to help him write. You have accidentally opened Pandora's box to the most supportive, excited, and yearning little computer. He may get a little obnoxious trying to impress you, though.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Good morning!

I just stumbled across your blog and I absolutely love it 🥰 there aren't enough Bayverse fics or writers out there anymore! Thank you for keeping it alive.

I was just wondering if you still write and if you do, could I please please pretty please request a fic? It's purely self indulging. Something where the reader looks/acts like a human version of the turtle bros? (Totally coming from the fact that like Donnie from 2k12, I have gap teeth, reddy-brown eyes, and I'm a huge biology nerd and I giggle at the idea of the turtles coming face to face humans who look/act/have interests just like them.) Could totally see Donnie going straight to parallel universe theories.

Anyways, thank you so much, you're amazing 🥰❤️❣️

Hello anon! I hope this is akin to what you were looking for. 😅

Here are some of my headcanons for a doppelganger reader.

TWINSIES!!!

Leo

Relationship Level: Healthy Competition

Finally. A worthy opponent. Fighting Leonardo is like fighting a mirror. Both of you use this time to sharpen your skills, work out problems, or just process the frustrations of the day. Equally matched, the victor of the sparring session is usually the one who can make the other "lose focus." 

Balance is the foundation of your relationship. As much fun as sparring is, (you've made shit talking into an art form), boy does this boy know how to relax. Expect marathon meditation sessions, trading full body massages, and, as equally balanced as the two of you are, the most mind-blowing tantric sex, possibly on the planet. 

Raph

Relationship Level: Spotter

Raph, I think, is the only one that wouldn't consider you as a romantic partner. I, personally, feel he's in need of a soft landing, and a bizarro version of him is NOT that. But that's not to say your relationship isn't intimate. As any Gym Rats can tell you, good work out buddies are equal parts coach, therapist, and best friend. They're there to hype you up when you need it, and beat your ass when you need that, too. They're the ones you talk to when you can't go to your partner, because your partner is the one you're complaining about.

ALL. THE. GYM. TIME. You guys should basically move your beds down to the weight room, you live there anyway. On fight nights, the two of you own the big screen TV, and Gods help the poor dumb bastard who tries to cut in, especially during a prize fight. LOUD. You are LOUD. Honestly, you may as well be at the fight in person, the way your roars of triumph and defeat assault the concrete walls, as well as everyone's ears. Splinter likes the two of you hanging out, so he lets it slide, most nights.

Don 

Relationship Level: Lab Partner

Neither of you would be able to let it go. Why? How are you this similar? Statistically, the chances of someone being such an extreme parallel were astronomical, but meeting them??? You'd hit the lab and no one would see you for nearly a week. You'd been doing "research," into exactly how alike your are. 

Autistic hyper nerd mode ENGAGE. Parallel Play All Day Every Day. Sometimes you wouldn't speak for days, despite working within ten feet of each other, other times you'd be info dumping about your latest hyperfixation. Pray these moods link up, because overwhelm will be a problem. Splinter has to implement a rule that the two of you have to leave the lab at least once a day for at least 10 minutes (not counting patrol or the other necessary things), wherein you must eat something and drink an entire glass of water. This rule was put in place after the third time one of the boys found the two of you passed out in the lab from dehydration. 

(A/N: while writing this paragraph I actually remembered that I hadn't eaten anything besides popcorn and some sweetarts in about 16 hours. Oops. 😅)

Mikey

Relationship Level: Besties

You know how, when you bring a six-year-old to the playground, they meet another kid and suddenly they are BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T GO BACK TO THEIR HOUSE FOR DINNER AFTER KNOWING THEM A WHOLE 20 MINUTES??? 

That.

Expect to know these pipes like the back of your hand. You will know the best places to skate, the best places to smoke, and the best places to get up to... other things. Pop culture is your jam, and he knows his way in and out of the AMC at Rockefeller Center, so expect to get gussied up and attend any and every movie premier your heart desires. Fun is the foundation of your relationship and you take it very seriously. Play time is sacred, and "play time" is, too.

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