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@hazelriver74

25yo My AO3 is HazelR
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I don't think I can say this enough times as an autistic person:

Autism is not a superpower, nor a gift from any god, nor a blessing in disguise from another planet/outer space/the universe/wherever out there.

Autism is just autism.

Short DPXDC Prompts #723

Danny is in Gotham and smacks a sticker on the batmobile, not knowing what car he just vandalized. Now he spends his free time at night trying to 'tag' batfamily with stickers. The Bats also make it a game to collect as many stickers as possible

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One night Red Hood feels like he’s being followed but can’t see anything. Just as he senses movement behind him and whips around, his helmet cameras get obscured by something and laughter echoes around him when no other sound is creating echoes.

The presence disappears before he can get the helmet off, only to find a sticker slapped on the front. As if his face was a car bumper.

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Jason: Did anyone else get hunted down and tagged tonight? Or is it just me being followed by a kid with no self preservation instincts?

Tim: Nope. Not just you. Did you actually see them or?

Jason: only out of the corner of my eye. They tagged my helmet by the way.

Tim: Yeah, they got the batmobile, my bike, Robin's sword and Batman's utility belt.

Jason: without being seen?

Tim: Yes. B is losing his shit by the way. So avoid him if you don't want that today. Damian is torn between anger and a strange sort of pride. I think he wants to adopt them so he can train them. Honestly I have never seen him so motivated to find someone.

Jason: You're shitting me. Damian is having a positive emotion about this? Is it cause they are smaller than he is, and therefore not a threat?

Tim: Huh, you know what, maybe. I'll add that to the board.

Mean while in the batcave.

Bruce: I will find them. And impress upon them the danger of their actions. They are so small. I should make a file.

Alfred: Master Bruce. You would be better suited to sleep on it. You have searched and found nothing as of yet. Leave the computer and sleep on it. A few hours rest may provide the clarity you need to progress on the case.

Damian: Father will not rest until the child is found. Which is understandable. They are admirably skilled for their apparent age group. They were roughly 4 inches shorter than I am now. We both know Father will struggle to rest until he knows the child is safe.

Alfred: I will drug the coffee then. And yes, small children are your Fathers weakness. You do not seem opposed?

Damian: No. They managed to place a sticker on my sword, without me being able to see them fully. They show talent that should be honed.

DPxDC: Accidentally Aliens

Team Phantom (Danny, Dani, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, and Jazz) end up having to flee Amity and Earth (maybe the anti ecto and the GIW tries to nuke Amity) and the Fenton parents (who know about Danny) shove them into the Spector Speedster tell them that they love them all like their kids and shove them through the portal shutting it behind them.

The last thing that the kids see is the portal closing behind them and a flash. All of them have powers and are liminal to some extent. Jazz even has her own transformation and they all don't look human.

The Specter Speedster bursts through dimensions and ends up in DC. The JL sees a space ship pass the Watchtower and a few people are dispatched to check it out and possibly welcome the people.

They open the pod and it's a bunch of what look like very inhuman kids in protective suits of some type. When they go to wake them the two that look the most similar babble at them in a very nonhuman language and Green lantern is sent in to get a universal translator going. Because of the ecto and the differences at earth, the kids mostly use infinite realms terms and concepts (this will be important later)

The kids tell them that their Home "Amity" was at war and that the enemy was using what they called "ecto-nuclear fusion weapons" and the last thing that they saw when they were shoved into the "speedster" was the "Phantoms" parents trying to protect them and a flash of blinding light.

The Kids are introduced as "Phantom", "Phantasma", and "Specter" all of one family. With blinding white hair and Green eyes for the younger two and the eldest had bright green hair and purple eyes. She blushed green when asked "I took after Mom, my little siblings took after dad."

The others are "Huntress" who has light purple skin unlike the Phantoms and has a green set of armour apparently under her skin, "Nightshade" with pale green skin and bright purple hair and eyes, that touches the earth in almost awe and is immediately wrapped in plants "Some of them feel almost like home." And "Dullman" who the others called "Tuck" and they wouldn't explain where the nickname came from who had what looked like hieroglyphics (but wrong somehow) in gold on his light purple skin.

When asked if Huntress and Dullman are related they both looked disgusted "Is it because we have the same color skin? Just because we're the same race doesn't mean we're related. We're actually in a haunt with Phantom both of us and Nightshade."

When questioned on what a haunt is they look startled. "Do you not have haunts here? What about frights? It must be so different if you're a loner species!"

"I believe that it's an error in translation. If you would be so kind as to explain." Batman was gentle they were in fact children. It was Specter who stepped forward

"So you have your 'lair' which is the place you belong to where you find your 'frights' and usually your 'haunts'."

"Sounds like a town or maybe home?"

"Your fright is the group of liminals you belong to, usually including your parents, guardians, adults, any same (with that she gestures to her siblings) chosen sames, and your closest liminals. All of us are part of the same fright though some of us belong to multiple."

"So similar to a family and friends but the concepts might be broader and more mixed."

"And finally your haunt," she smirked teasingly at her younger brother, "Are your chosen, the ones that are infinite, a choice and a constant demonstration. Many people only haunt with only one or two others my little ghost got three." Phantom is blushing green and the others of the 'haunt' are also flushed as they curl around each other. And the JL members notice what they hadn't before, that Nightshades plants reach out to the other three, that each of them except Dullman have what looks like kiss marks in gold on their knuckles, that each of them has a little hair pin with constellations they don't recognize, and the way they stand close together.

"I believe that a haunt is their way of saying a close relationship, likely romantic."

"Our parents haunted with our guardian Plasmius off and on, but our other guardians didn't haunt with them. That's not common, usually you raise your frightlings with your haunt and any additional members of your fright, but your fright is always flexible."

When asked about their fright their responses varied

"My grandmother and plant father" Nightshade "and these problems, plus Draconess Dora and the Phantoms parents."

"My parents and Phantoms parents, some of the tombs frightlings, and maybe Technus. Plus my darlings."

"My father, maybe Technus and Skulker, Plasmius, the Mad Phantoms and these dorks."

Phantom started listing off "Mom and Dad, and Plasi no matter how much I'd like to deny, Dorathea, Auntie Pan, Frostbite, Clock-pops, maybe Ember and Kitty and 13. Those are a pair, and of course my sames and my haunt."

"My list is different." Phantasma stated "I just turned 3 so mines a bit less. My dad Plasmius, my mom Mad, my papa Jackie. Plas always said that Jackie made everyone look at him, I never found out if that's because Plas found him attractive or the way he would bust down any wall in his way. I have my sames, though I'm a mirror born so I'm closer same with Phantom than Specter. Um Uncle Nightmares likes me too!" Phantom smacked himself and let out a word that needed no translation

"I forgot about Frighty. And Pariah. Is he fright?" Specter shrugged

"Technically. I mean you're set to inherited his throne so as his successor he made you fright."

Basically all of them info dumping in a way that makes them seem really alien. And confusing the entire league.

The Batkids stances on murder:

Dick: murder is wrong. Except when it’s the joker

Jason: murder is ok

Cass: murder is wrong

Damian: murder is wrong

Duke: murder is wrong

Steph: murder is wrong

Tim: murder would make Bruce upset

To be fair, humans are some bullshit from a balance perspective.

“I’ll just outrun that human…any day now… any… day… jesus christ it’s the terminator.”

“Maybe I can outsmart it and hide. What’s that you say, its brain takes up 20% of it’s caloric intake? FML.”

“It doesn’t have any natural weapons. I’ll just turn around and kill it. OH GOD IT’S GOT STONE CLAWS THAT ARE UNHOLY SHARP!”

“Okay, fight number two. It’s squishy so if I’m careful and find the right time when it’s weak I can - IT HAS PROJECTILE SHARP THINGS!”

“I’ll try crossing the river. It’s too gangly to be buoya - IT CAN SWIM?!?”

“Okay nothing can swim and run and climb. I’ll just go up this tree… FML it descended from apes.”

“It doesn’t even have fur, I can run to a colder climate and escape. Welp, it’s wearing the fur of my loved ones to keep warm.”

“If the whole herd bands together and protects each other, we can trample it… it can CONTROL FIRE.”

“Fuck it. Might as well just follow them around and get domesticated.”

Prettymuch everything we did to animals comes out of a horror movie.

Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively

I loved this visual so much I had to doodle it.

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I'm taking a short break from this account. I'm I'm so annoyed and tired of people speaking over nonspeakers and invading our spaces. I can't anymore.

I'll be coming back and making regular posts again when I am less drained.

ALSO, ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, TODAY I AM TEN MONTHS ON TESTOSTERONE!!

Congrats!

the most annoying people are the ones who just reply "no 💖" to recovery/self-improvement posts

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THE WET BOX

ill never forgive you guys for reblogging the version without the wet box addition now there's edgelords in my notes and nobody gets to hear about the wet box

I want to talk about AAC being treated as and/or viewed as a toy.

Many people, especially children (but not always), are curious about my device and want to play with it or push buttons. It can be frustrating when I am trying to use my device to communicate important messages. It can also be uncomfortable when someone touches my device without permission or moves it out of my reach. It is important to understand that AAC devices are not toys, but a vital disability aid. It is essential to respect an AAC user's communication device and treat it with the same respect as you would any other communication tool, such as a pen and paper or a phone.

I do not treat your vocal cords like a toy, so why is it any different with my AAC device? /rhet

when will higher functioning / less support needs / less disabled autistics realize that the difference between stims and tics isn't voluntary vs. not voluntary

this idea that you can control stims is bad. It (even if not on purpose) says that people who has self injury stims can just stop. we can't. I cant just wait to stim later. If i could just stop injuring myself by stimming, i would.

please stop spreading false information about stims.

the difference between stims and tics is that stims self soothes (even if it hurts you physically) while tics do not

this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

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Danny's Nest

Tim gets sacrificed in a ritual to summon "the ALL powerful conqueror, Phantom". And by sacrificed, I mean Tim really dies and Danny is forced into his body forcefully.

There's no coming back from that. Not even after the cultists are stopped.

The bats arrive to find Tim crying and unresponsive in the center of the summoning circle, the cultist all knocked out around him. Danny is absolutely devastated at the turn of events, he is trapped because the moment he leaves the body it will die for good. His only hope is that the soul manifests as a ghost and that ghost fuses with the body, which will lead to a new halfa. Tim’s spirit was charged with enough ecto during the ritual to guarantee he comes back as a ghost, but not enough to immediately manifest. He needs time, his spirit follows Danny unconsciously to gather more ecto to form a ghost, even if Danny can’t see him yet. The question is, will the bats let Danny stay in the body long enough for that to happen? or will they try to banish him first and ask questions later.

Phantom blankly stared at the blood surrounding him. His hand reached up to absentmindedly touch the gushing wound across his throat, feeling the slow healing begin as his ectoplasm fused with the body’s circulatory system. It was not a pleasant feeling; there was blood and dirt mixing and drying on his skin. He took a breath (and wasn’t that a novel feeling after years of not being able to?) and looked at the kneeling cultists surrounding him.

Feeling the weight of his stare, one of them hurriedly spoke: “Your Majesty! We’ve not dared to hope that you would answer our request, but you have graced us with your presence. For that, we are humbly grateful. We have—”

“This was a child,” Phantom noted. His voice was hoarse, the vocal chords repairing themselves as he spoke. He knew that the body was young, fresh and soft in a way that spoke of inexperience. It was nothing about a physical feeling—the actual physical state of the body, but it was a feeling nonetheless.

The cultist blinked. “Ah, we do not know the exact age of Red Robin. But, surely you are pleased, Your Majesty? The younger the vessel, the more time you may have to guide the world.”

“A vessel,” Phantom repeated, rolling the word around in his mouth, tongue feeling foreign. In the back of his mind, he thought he heard a tinny amalgamation of voices. He forgot how limited hearing was. (Forgot how quiet it was when the Infinity in his head was muffled.) “Vessel. Ves-sell. You have given me a child for a vessel.”

There were shifts among the cultists. “We are aware it is not the most dignified vessel for you, Your Majesty,” a new one said. They faltered for moment as Phantom turned his gaze towards them. “But he is one of Gotham’s most significant vigilantes! Surely, his body is fit enough to contain you?”

“You slaughtered a child. . . to contain me.” Phantom’s voice was cold, a quiet danger in his voice. “You thought you could contain me, the High King of the Infinite Realms? The audacity you have rivals the king before me. I do not require a vessel. You slaughtered a child for something I did not need.”

The air grew heavy. Out of the corner of his eye, Phantom saw one of the cultists fall limp. A flinch went through the rest, and multiple people started quietly gasping as it got harder to breathe. “Your—Your Majesty,” the first cultist choked out. Phantom made sure to keep his own breathing level, consciously keeping track of every breath the body needed. It would not be good if it died just because he forgot to breathe.

Phantom continued: “The only reason this body has not died is because I am now inhabiting it.” Distantly, he realized that all background noises had stopped. It was now only him and the quiet wheezing of cultists. “To assume that I, the High King of the Infinite Realms would require a vessel, would condone a child vessel, is a crime worthy of death. This child’s blood stains your hands, and so your blood will pay it back in full. Only out of respect of this child, I do not use my own hands to do this.”

The average human body was not able to withstand a high level of power. The most it could take would be the power of a Being. Frost started to cover the floor, and the cultists began pleading Phantom to stop. He did not; the child probably pled for his life too. The cultists did not stop, and so neither would he. Just as the last person dropped to the floor, hair frosted over and blue in the face, Phantom heard a window shatter. He did not look away from the cultist, but he did hear a deep voice start to talk.

“Red Robin.” More footsteps from the window area, all different levels of noise, all different people. “Red Robin, report. What happened?”

Slowly, Phantom turned to look at the people who just came in. All were regarding him with caution, the closest being a large man in an all black vigilante suit. After Phantom took note of their outfits, he looked at the body he was inhabiting, seeing the suit he had ignored earlier. He looked back up. “You are his team,” he said. After a moment, he corrected himself: “You are his family.”

“And you’re inhabiting my brother’s body,” a man with a black and blue suit stated, smiling. It was not a nice smile. “We heard over the comms.”

“Comms,” Phantom said slowly, rolling the word around like he did with ‘vessel.’ “Comms. Comm. Com-mun-i-cation. C—”

“Who or what are you?” a man with a red helmet harshly interrupted. His hand rested on a holstered gun that Phantom eyed in idle interest.

“I am Phantom, of the Infinite Realms.”

“Why would they summon you? What is your purpose here? Is Red Robin still in there?” the black-clad man from earlier asked. On the last question, a note of desperate urgency bled through. Ha. Bled through.

“Red Robin is your son?” Phantom asked.

There was no hesitation. “Yes.”

Phantom looked at him. Looked at the sweat lining the man’s exposed jaw; he could easily imagine the man running towards the warehouse as he listened to his son bleed out. “I am keeping his body alive.” He tilted his head up, exposing his neck and therefore the blood caked slit of his throat. It was wide enough that they could see a sliver of muscle throbbing beneath. “My ectoplasm is bonding to the body, accelerating the healing. Once the body is fully healed, I will leave.”

“You will not!” a child demanded. Another child, his mind crooned, a young one.

Phantom paused and looked at the people staring at him with grief barely hidden in their eyes. He took in their ready stances, the determination filling their frames. Oh. “You misunderstand,” he soothed. “Once the body is healed, your Red Robin will inhabit it again. While I heal this body, I will have Fright Knight search for his soul. It might take a while.”

“Fright Knight?” the child asked.

“A friend.” Phantom smiled at him. It only seemed to anger the child further.

“Why?” the blue-clad man asked. It was not a question. “How long will it take?”

He thought for a moment. “The body can be healed relatively quickly,” he informed them. “Red Robin’s soul will be the real determinator. Newly departed souls are. . . fragile. Some do not form at all. The time it takes relies entirely on their willpower, resilience, purpose. What is the time dilation here relative to the Realms?” Phantom mumbled the last sentence to himself.

“Red Robin has high levels of all three,” the black-clad man informed him, clearly wanting Phantom to give them a specific time frame.

“Mm. Then, at most—considering the time dilation—three months. At least, two weeks. Time here moves faster,” Phantom politely told them.

“And how do we know you’re not just trying to save your own skin?” the red helmet demanded.

Phantom blinked at him. “If you know a magic-user, they can verify. Anyone who knows more than the basic magics know this: an Ancient has no reason for a vessel.”

Anonymous asked:

hey there, long time fan here! sorry to pop in like this but I'm genuinely confused from that ask about Rocky and Mitzi. while what you said absolutely rings true for their relationship, I always thought Rocky also just had a bit of a crush on Mitzi? esp the additional material basically says so. has this been retconned? in any case, tysm for keeping up the great work all these years, love the comic!

Not retconned, no. I was answering a question about Wick and Rocky. I didn't go further with my response to elaborate on the nature of his fixation on Mitzi because, again, that's the story's job. I'm really not trying to be difficult or evasive, I swear. I'm just kind of sitting here hoping the writing conveys some things that needn't be explicitly laid out by me in Tumblr asks. (It's also extra tricky to answer these days, because I don't know if the person asking has some context from the comic, or just the animated pilot.)

Anyway, Rocky has a lot of feelings. He paints very romantic pictures of things with his words. He's quixotic. He conflates. He very definitely has "a thing" for Mitzi. But what is it, exactly? And is it really about Mitzi?

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