Rat coin purse designed by Paul Frey for the renowned Lacloche Freres jewelers and was popular in the early 1900s. It is part of the French Art Deco movement and is made of brass and a small ruby.
I love it when characters are immune to psychic attacks/emotional manipulation magic/psychoactive drugs or whatever, but for DEEPLY mentally ill reasons.
Fear gas? I already have an anxiety disorder. Also you don't know the meaning of fear until you have a category 5 autism event in the middle of a social scene and know you'll get severely punished if you act out
Depression aura? Bitch I live an economically productive, nutritionally balanced and physically active life that other people rely on like this.
Haunted? How would my ADHD ass even know?
Pain machine? Hm. If your machine's "10/10" is my "4", I should probably talk to my doctor about better meds.
Oh, we're all mutually unintelligible? This is Tuesday with Autism and Audio Processing issues.
There's something very cathartic about a character facing down the horrors and laughing because the antagonist can't even get close to what they already live with.
i know people make jokes and call percabeth their parents, but they are legitimately the most mom and dad coded characters i’ve ever seen. these two were BORN to be parents. they are literally 17 and already give off ‘married with 3 kids’ vibes
percy, with jeans full of pockets, none of which have anything remotely useful for 99% of situations (but he’s got plenty of jokes!)
and annabeth, with her literal mom purse, packed to the brim with anything that could possibly be needed in any situation
bakugou doesn’t know how to handle physical touch.
“your heart's beating really fast.” you commented softly as you played with his calloused fingers. your face laid flush on his chest, his free hand playing with your hair absentmindedly as he stared at the ceiling. “you’re imagining things.” he spoke raspily, words rumbling through his chest. you smiled, rising up from your position to peer down at him. “m’kay. then, hypothetically, what do you think would cause it?” his blond brows furrowed, intimidating eyes narrowing, “don’t get smart with me, woman.”
your eyes narrowed as well, leaning closer to his face, a wicked smile capturing your glossy lips, “do i make you nervous, katsuki?” your question rang in bakugou’s ears. no shit, you make him nervous. he practically shits bricks around you. but of course, he’s riding the high horse right now, so that thought will never make the light of day. his ruby eyes faltered between looking at your teasing eyes and looking at your tempting lips. “you wish, loser.” he turned his face to the side, avoiding eye contact as his cheeks dusted pink from your close proximity. you laughed softly as you went back to laying on his chest, “you really know how to make a girl feel special.”