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 It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out Tonight we're taking names ‘cause we don't mess around

This place about to blow

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Rules | About | Mun

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Go on Anon and ask my muse your burning questions!

About them, about their world, about their friends- Anything!

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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Munday Questions

😎 - Why did you choose your mun name? Does it mean something to you?

⭐ - What line of work are you in? Do you enjoy it?

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

😍 - Do you have a specific character type that you usually find applies to your favorites?

🕜 - How long have you been Rping for? Did you start on Tumblr?

🌟 - What was the first fandom you remember Rping for?

🎨 - Are you an artist? If so, would you be comfortable sharing some of your work?

🐱 - Do you have any pets?

🐶 - What's your favorite animal?

✒️ - What sort of hobbies do you have outside of writing?

🔥 - Is there anything you would like to promote?

😏 - What's something you want people to know about you?

❤️ - What is your favorite character you've written?

🦕 - What's your favorite dinosaur?

🍿 - What's your favorite movie?

📺 - What's your favorite TV show?

🎮 - What's your favorite video game?

😔 - Have you had any bad experiences while Rping?

💖 - Do you have any blogs you really enjoy writing with?

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?

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i’m thinking about a fictional character and i’m gonna make it everyone else’s problem

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 12 is live!

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adhd/autism headcanons: covers emotional overload, sensory input, and meltdowns

katsuki has adhd and is autistic, as well as having a couple of other disorders. for obvious reasons, autism affects his everyday life but adhd does as well because it's impossible to just compartmentalize your neurodivergencies. he has trouble regulating emotions and trouble identifying them, called alexthymia, which also makes it difficult for him to identify and relate to other people's emotional state. due in part to this and in part to his poor unbringing, most of his confusion and overwhelm comes out as anger.

this manifests in various ways. first of all, when he does get angry he loses composure. he raises his voice, has difficulty regulating it--too loud, voice cracks, verbal tics such as making odd noises that most people don't make and give him weird looks for, and, being tics, he can't control or regulate them even when he's masking as hard as he can. he also has physical tics that are similar. palms crackle, fingers flexing and unflexing, fists clenching and unclenching, small head jerks, tooth grinding, body can't seem to stay still. anger is overwhelming for him but it's also one of the only clear emotions he ever feels, so while he does have a "neutral" anger setting in which he's bitchy but not worked up, that dulls a lot of his other emotions

he also has a lot of sensory sensitivities and is actually pretty prone to going semi- or non-verbal, way more than people realize. he can mask his way past both of these but it's really unhealthy for him and tends to lead to a breakdown or a fullblown meltdown. even with his hearing deteriorating and sometimes because his hearing is deteriorating sound is one of the worst sensory triggers. when his palms crackle uncontrollably it's an awful, sharp sound and it's too uneven and too discordant and it hurts more than anything. it's a mental kind of distress and a physical one, and sometimes that triggers the fear of trauma from blowing his right eardrum out partially

when katsuki is very stressed out or melting down he holds his hands up near his head, it's a barrier to the outside world but it causes problems. he pulls at his hair and his palms crackle so sometimes he burns himself because his scalp isnt completely resistant to his quirk. he ended up commissioning mei hatsume for a beanie that is resistant to his quirk as a support item. the beanie is snug and that makes him feel more in control and safer and it comes down over his ears which blocks out some sound softly

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so as it turns out, deaf!bakugou headcanons can and WILL make me cry, which is absolutely nuts to me, because that’s a very New Experience for me. 

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so anyways send me your deaf!bakugou headcanons I am on my knees BEGGING you

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“Fear is good. It means you have self-preservation instincts. Never be ashamed of your fear.”

Fear sentence starters | Accepting

The words did very little in the way of allaying his fears and even less in the way of helping him to feel like less of a failure. They rang with plenty of truth. Fear was healthy. Fear kept you grounded, helped you to find your strengths and weaknesses. Fear kept you alive. Much as Shinso said, fear meant you had self-preservation instincts, and that was exactly what you needed in the world, especially as an aspiring Hero.

Despite that, despite the truth of those words and despite Bakugou objectively knowing all of that, the words still managed to smack of failure. Not because Shinso meant it that way, but because the blonde couldn’t think of this as anything else. Imagine someone trying to become a Hero, driven to uselessness by something as juvenile as a loud noise. A wannabe Hero who was nothing more than a pompous fuck-up-turned-pussy who couldn’t handle thunderstorms. It went beyond whatever the fuck doctors had tried explaining it away as. It was cowardice in his eyes and in his mind and nothing had served to convince him otherwise.

And now that cowardice was on full display. Now he was sitting on someone else’s bed, curled over his knees with his hands pressed firmly over his ears and his expression scrunched up as he tried to regulate his breathing. Worse again, worst of all he had to take the hand off of his left ear, the one he heard more from, in order to scrub at his eyes and rid them of the traces of tears that never strayed past his wet line. Now he was in a place where someone else could see how the great Bakugou fucking Katsuki, wannabe Hero extraordinaire, was terrified of thunderstorms after a fateful blast from one of his gauntlets had sealed the deal and completely torn his right eardrum.

He’d had it explained to him by professionals, and more than once. It was a sign of PTSD, symptomatic of his trauma. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it and it didn’t make him any less powerful or driven; it didn’t mean he was lesser. It simply meant that the loud explosions way up in the sky triggered a panic response that he couldn’t control, and that should have been okay. But to Bakugou it was anything but. He’d grown up in a household where weakness was punished, and fear was weakness. He’d lived in a place most of his life where you were ‘given a reason to be afraid’ if you showed the signs of being a ‘fucking pussy.’ And now all of that trauma coupled with his new-found fear of loud noises that he didn’t have direct influence over was culminating in him cowering on Shinso’s bed trying to block out the sounds that made him feel like the insides of his ears were crackling and screaming and bleeding all over again. Each new crack of thunder brought with it a hollow ring in his right ear, and he couldn’t even tell if it was phantom ringing or his hearing aid anymore.

The blonde shook his head, breaths ragged around the edges, and tried to open his mouth to speak; to argue against the fact that fear was good. In his crimson eyes it was anything but. But another, much louder clap of thunder boomed through the sky, hard enough to rattle the windows, and he all but jack-knifed back around himself with a strangled whimper that would have made him want to curl up and die if he weren’t concentrating so hard on not hyperventilating, shaking like he’d been the one struck by lightning.

Like he’d been the one blasted out of the sky by his own explosions.