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I'm Blake! she/They, Autistic, adult. Find my stories on ao3 at archiveofourown.org/users/Heart_Aflame! My asks are always open if you wanna share something or send a fic prompt!
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Today's Seal Is: Making Contact With An Unknown Beast
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broooo did you seriously disturb my eternal rest & bring me back to this mortal coil just because my ancient enemy the eternal night has returned? after i sealed it away and everything? which one of you tampered with my binding runes 🙄
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you two are so goddamn weird you deserve the world
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eh, screw it *releases my fucked up vampire au from the confines of my mind*
anyway I decided my blog is for me and I can draw and post all the weird silly concepts of my dreams and nobody can stop me. I actually have a lot of potential comic ideas ping-ponging in my head for this AU — not a linear story or anything (beyond what's on this post), just some good fun and shenanigans.
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Hey everyone, remember that being sick or healing from injuries is a hard time for your body. You have to eat a lot and lay still and be kind to yourself! [large neon sign that says HYPOCRITE descends from the ceiling and points at me] Hey what the heck what's this who put that there
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i have crazy garlic fingers from peeling and chopping garlic cloves yesterday this phenomenon is always fascinating to me because it reminds me that i, too, am made of meat, and therefore i am also susceptible to being seasoned
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Four horsemen of the apocalypse - death
Death is the only horseman that doesn’t need to mount their horse; they will reach everyone eventually. Who is the saddle for then?
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Is it an autistic thing that I get frustrated / can’t stand it when my stuff ( especially my stuffed animals ) are not where they should be.
Yes. Yes yes yes.
This has several possibilities from routine and predictability, a need for autonomy and control of environment, and anxiety (plus other possibilities, I'm sure).
I had this as far back as early childhood. I performed "scenic play" in which I would set up my toys in a scene or in a line, and leave them. The creation of the scene was the playing and no one was allowed to touch it. I got great pleasure from looking at my Little People farm all set up, and to find it packed away was devastating.
Now, as an adult, this has translated to how I set up my special interests, my nest area, etc.
A change of these things can cause an autistic sensory stress, emotional distress, and lead to meltdowns.
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My youngest brother came in my room to give me a hug. It's honestly really nice that he felt like he wanted a hug and actually pursued it instead of ignore the need. I'll always want a hug from my baby brother, no matter how old we are.
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You know, on my second read through I'm starting to think - and I mean this with all the love in my heart - that Murderbot might be a little bit of a dumbass






Head empty no thoughts just Sanctuary Moon
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equal rights for women will never truly be achieved until we have more female noir detectives
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