decided not to do a book cover

A helping hand [M]

Genre: Smut 

Lenght: 952 words

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x Cat!Hybrid Reader

Request(s): “can i request minhyun x cat!hybrid smut? tnx”

“hellooo! i really love your cat hybrid smuts!! can i request minyun cat hybrid smuts too? :)”

You breathed shakily when the cold water hit your hot skin, your hazelnut cat ears were pressed against your head as tried to cool down your temperature. Since you were part cat you hated to shower but you didn’t know what else to do, it was the fifth shower you took and you still felt the painfully ache of your core.

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Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

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Weeb Cult

Context: We were running the Lost Mines of Phandelver map (with 5e Homebrew characters), and have encountered the Cult of the Dragon’s hideout. This was also my first time DMing. 

DM(me): You enter, and it becomes clear that these hooded men are definitely up to no good. They wear horned dragon masks, black robes and- oh god. 

Storyteller(ooc): I can see where this is going. 

Me: They’re also wearing leather-made dragon wings…? 

Storyteller(ooc): Called it! 

Dragon Knight: OH GOD, THEY’RE WEEBS! 

Me: *buries face in hands* I wish I was joking but that’s what it says here… 

Druid (ooc): It’s like the design people thought up some really cool designs but all I can imagine now are people in crappy dragon mascot costumes. 

Dragon Knight: Can I join the cult? I have a mini dragon! 

Everyone: No. 

One Campaign later, we decided to run Rise of Tiamet. This was how I decided to propose the module: 

Me: Guys do you remember the weeb cult from our first game? 

Knight(ooc): Yeppers 

Me: (Storyteller) and I found this: (Insert picture of Rise of Tiamet book cover) 

Knight: Oh my god. OH MY GOD 

Storyteller: The weeb cult is stepping up their game. 

Knight: I’M IN! 

Druid: This is absolutely not going to be a serious game, is it. 

Me & Storyteller: We’ve literally never had a serious game, (Knight) spent the next week after we encountered the dragon cult giggling every time we referenced them. 


Originally posted by pip-hamilton

Easy solution for writing problems

Problem #1: Can’t write past the first page, or can’t write the first scene.

Solution: Don’t start your novel by the beginning of the story, but a few scenes before the beginning. Later on, you’ll remove those scenes, so you are free to write crap. Your goal is to write, just write.

Problem #2: Not having a story for a novel, not enough ideas, or lack of elements.

Solution: Borrow a range of ideas from movies, games, series, gifs, books, songs, music videos, commercials, even Youtube channels. Merge them together to fit your genre and go for it.

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Problem #3: Too many story ideas for a novel, too many ideas syndrome, or unable to choose between two plots or characters.

Solution: Score your options from 0 to 5 in the following categories: how much would you like to read it, how much would you like to write it and how much are you ready to write it. Pick ideas with a higher score.

Problem #4: Editing as you write, or perfectionism.

Solution: Trying to change your editing instinct takes a lot more effort than the actual editing. If you are a perfectionist, if you can’t fool yourself into not editing as you write, just let go. Accept yourself the way you are and edit as you go.  

Originally posted by becausebirds

Problem #5: Procrastination.

Solution: Turn off your wi-fi. But, if you keep turning it back on, just set aside your computer and write the novel by hand. Writing longhand boosts creativity.

Problem #6: Can’t think of a plot, plot is not interesting enough, or nothing is happening in my book.

Solution: Explain your story to an imaginary friend, to a muse, or to your spirit animal. Talk to them, out loud or into your mind, it doesn’t matter. Ask questions, hear what they have to say. The more you talk, the more you’ll understand what the story is all about.

Originally posted by turnsdarknessintolight

Problem #7: Receiving hate, or a bad review

Solution: Don’t read reviews. It’s that simple. Readers are allowed to express themselves. Some will love your style, some won’t. Write for yourself, because that’s your only and best tool.

Problem #8: Can’t find my genre, can’t decide on a subgenre, or can’t find my niche.

Solution: Just answer these questions: When you visit a bookstore or an ebook website, which section do you check first? Which type of book would you love to find? What kind of book cover or synopsis would you pay a lot of money for? The answer will show you the way.

Originally posted by sheepscreed

Voltron Force [Battlefront] damaged copies + digital PDF release

Finally makes a post about this–

Voltron Force [BATTLEFRONT] will be going back up for sale on September 20th at 3pm Pacific time. 

There will be books in new condition, damaged copies, digital PDFs, and sets of the exclusive Voltron military au dog tag necklaces. There is a very small number of items left. I still haven’t decided if I’m going to be doing a reprint of these books so please DO NOT ASK ME IF THERE WILL BE. 

The store link>>


After long last, here’s some information regarding digital PDFs of Voltron Force [BATTLEFRONT].

Digital PDFs will include all 62 pages of the doujin, including the guest pages and covers. However it will not come with the free postcard that comes with the physical copy of the books.  

THIS IS IMPORTANT IF YOU WISH TO BUY THE DIGITAL BOOK: The shop will list the Digital PDF as “COMING SOON.” You won’t be able to buy the digital copy from this shop. Click on the item and check the description box for a link that will redirect you to where you can purchase the digital PDF. 

The digital copy will cost $10 per download. 

The digital PDF will only be available for purchase from September 20th to September 25th (5 days). 


The damage varies between books, but includes one or more of the following: dented cover/spine, scratches on cover, binding glue damage, damage to the foil stamping. 

Each damaged book will be sold at a discounted price of $10, not including shipping.


The dog tags that I made exclusively for this doujinshi will be sold separately from the book now for $15. This includes all five dog tags. The dog tags will not be sold individually. 


Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!

Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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Remembering You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 3,579

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Humping, (slight) Daddy Kink, somewhat rough but also really sweet side of Mitch

Notes: I killed two birds with one stones. First, MY FIRST DRABBLE FOR THE PRINCESS SQUAD. SAY WHAAAAAAAAT??? And second, my first post for Mitch Week all thanks to @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe. Double SAY WHAAAAAAAAAT??? Yes, this was planned as soon as Mitch Week was announced. I’m a hoe for Mitch, send help. Hopefully you all like this. Expect more Mitch soon. 

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Memoirs of a Women of Pleasure || Librarian!Bucky

(I do not own the photo - full credit to owner)

Relationship: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Summary: You find an erotica novel in Bucky Barnes’ to read stack of books. 

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1204 words

A/N: this was purely based off of this post i made and uhhh request a smutty part two if you want it 

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to hunch,” you playfully chirped as you caught sight of Bucky, nose buried in the current book he was reading. Bucky’s head popped up at the sound of your voice, a smile gracing his features once he saw you. 

“G-Guess not,” he chuckled as you began piling your book on the counter, “d-did y-you enjoy those?” He asked as he stood up, starting to scan the book back in. 

“Yeah I really did, all the horror mystery ones were my favourites for sure,” you said as he stacked the books on the little trolly of book he had to reshelve, “I-I still think you need to r-read more of K-King’s work,” he said as you leaned your elbows on the counter. 

“His books are really scary though,” you chuckled as he pulled the sleeves of his sweater before crossing his arms over his broad chest, “I-I guess, but they’re w-worth the read,” he assured as you pursed your lips in thought. 

“Got any recommendations?” You smirked knowing full well that he had recommendations for any and every author you could think of. 

Bucky’s smile got wider as he nodded his head enthusiastically before scrambling out from behind his desk and asking you to follow him. You went through rows and rows of book going further into the library as you admired just how Bucky managed to memorise almost the entire library. 

“I’d start with s-something like The Shining,” his voice brought you back to reality as you took the book from his outstretched hand making sure to lightly brush your fingers against his knowing it made him blush. 

“C’mon Barnes, lay it all on me,” you chuckled before he began reciting more of King’s more famous works before you finally decided on three; The Shining, Carrie, and of course, IT. 

“That should hold me down for a little while,” you said as you hugged the books to your chest before following Bucky back to his desk to check the books out, “i-is there anything else t-that you need?” He asked as he finished scanning your library card. 

“Nope, that’s all,” you smiled grabbing your library card and then your books, “thanks, Buck,” you said before retreating into your favourite corner of the library to start with some of the books. 

Still, you couldn’t help but get your mind off of Bucky. In fact, he was solely the reason you came to this library. It was out of your way and there was another much closer library to you. 

Your library had been doing some renovations over the summer a few months back and had ended up closing for a week straight so you had to find another library. The moment you stumbled into the one and your eyes landed on Bucky, you knew this was your new favourite library. 

You opened the cover of IT deciding it would be a good first book to start your King journey. Your eyes flickered up to where Bucky was sitting only to find him looking at you. The second your eyes met his head fell down as he scrambled to find something to do making you giggle. 

You and Bucky had been going in circles, playing the same game with each other, but neither of you had ever gone further than just flirting. You knew that Bucky was on the more shy and reserved type while you were a little more outgoing than him. You just didn’t wanna overwhelm him so you stayed silent and coming down to see him nearly everyday. 

You finally got Bucky out of your thoughts as you began the novel, quickly becoming entranced and soon enough, you had lost track of time only looking up to see the large clock on the wall reading nearly ten in the evening. 

“How is i-it?” Bucky’s voice asked as he came up to where you were, taking a seat beside you, “I’m terrified, but I can’t stop reading,” you chuckled as he smiled, “that’s h-how it is with him,” he said as you locked eyes with him. 

“You know,” you began, putting a bookmark in your book and closing it, “I think I’m gonna sign out one more book, is that okay?” You asked as you piled up your King novels, “o-oh yeah o-of course,” Bucky stammered out, jumping out of his seat. 

You chuckled as you made your way through the bookshelves to find some sort of comedy to read before you fall asleep so IT wouldn’t haunt your dreams. Finally you came across some random novel that promised to leave you laughing for days. 

You doubted it, but anything was better than IT at this point. 

“Alright Buck, I’ve got it,” you said as he swirled around, placing his own stack of books on the counter before taking yours to scan it, “alright,” he nodded, “y-you’re all set to go,” he smiled as you grabbed the book, eyes ghosting over his own stack. 

Bucky was an avid reader, no doubt. He would always take a rather large stack of books home after almost every shift that he would occupy himself with, but this stack seemed a little off to you. 

“Hey can I look through your stack?” You asked, pointing a finger to his books. Bucky just nodded his head without a second thought as you placed the books in front of you stopping at a particularly interesting one. 

At that moment Bucky must’ve remembered what exactly was in his stack because he whipped around once more, “a-actually wait n-,” but it was too late because you were holding the novel in your hands, a smirk etched on your face. 

Memoirs of a Women of Pleasure,” you read aloud as his face turned a deep shade of red as he looked between you and the erotica novel in your hands, “i-it’s not w-what it l-looks like,” he stuttered out grabbing the book from your hands. 

“Then what is it, Barnes?” You egged him on, absolutely loving the fact that he had a book full of, well, porn, in the stack he was planning on reading. Something about it made you almost tingle at the thought of him reading erotica novels. 

“I-I’m just h-holding it f-for a f-friend,” he tried to save himself, eyes avoiding your gaze, “mhm, sure,” you smirked, rounding the corner of the desk so you were only a couple of inches away from him. 

“Well,” you said in a completely normal tone of voice, “I should get going,” you said, reaching over to grab your four books, tucking them against your chest. Bucky nodded, watching your every move suddenly aware at just how close you were to him, “but if you ever need anything, feel free to ask,” you whispered before spinning around and walking towards the doors. 

Bucky’s jaw dropped at your words, heart racing as he processed your words, “night, Buck!” You yelled, leaning against the doors. A wave of confidence overcame him as he yelled a firm, “I’ll see you tomorrow, [Y/N],” before dropping his left eye in a wink as he heard your giggle as you left the library. 

Hopefully he wouldn’t need the erotica novels soon enough. 

So In Love

Summary: Shawn’s been more affectionate then usual and you aren’t complaining by like why Shawn?

Requested: Yes ( Your writing is sooo good. Can you do a Shawn imagine where he just wants to be cuddled up with you all day and you have no reason why. Like if you’re sitting or laying down he’s on you with his arms wrapped tight and stuff. So you ask him why and he gets all embarrassed and says it’s because he was writing and realized how much he loved you and misses you while he’s away and he never wants to let you? Thank youuu xxx)

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none, maybe a some language idk



You woke to the sound of the tv playing music and your boyfriend cleaning the living room around you. You didn’t want him to know you were awake yet because you loved watching him like this. He was completely carefree and was being himself, singing along to the songs as he wrapped the cord back around the vacuum. He stood and turned to check on you, only to find you lying on the couch with a big grin on your face. “Do you enjoy being a creep and watching people?”

You laughed, “Only when they look, and sing, as good as you baby.” You sat up and pulled the blankets from your body. He walked towards you and leaned over slightly to press a sweet peck to your lips.

He rolled the vacuum back into the closet and slipped into the kitchen to grab chips and salsa for you two to snack on. He returned to the living room, placing the snacks on the table and found a new movie for the two of you to watch. He made his way back to the L-shaped couch, sliding himself between you and the back of the sofa. His arms wrapped around you and pulled your body closer to him. His fingers slid your hair away from your neck, his lips placing light peppered kisses along your jaw. “I love you baby.”

A small smile fell on your lips, a content sigh leaving your mouth, “I love you too Shawn.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night on the couch, your bodies intertwined with each other. His lips left sweet pecks on your forehead all night.

The light from the sun shone through the window in the living room. Your eyes fluttered open, your body not wanting to wake up just yet. You rolled over and snuggled your head into the curve of Shawn’s neck. A light groan left his mouth, his arms and legs stretching outwards. “Good morning baby girl.”

“Nope, it’s not time to wake up yet. I’m still tired.” You buried your face into the cushion of the couch. He pressed a kiss to your temple before slipping off the couch and heading to the bathroom.

“Come on sleepy. You have to get up at some point today,” Shawn called from the kitchen. You slowly slid off the couch and made your way to the bathroom. You pulled your hair into the best messy bun you could muster up, and brushed your teeth. You bent over to spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth and when you stood up, Shawn was standing next to you, causing you to jump a little. Your hand flew up to your chest, “Jesus, Shawn, you scared the shit out of me. Why are you so quiet sometimes.”

A laugh erupted from him, “I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to know what you wanted for breakfast.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the kitchen, the two of you preparing your breakfast together.

You fixed your swimsuit bottoms before grabbing a towel from the closet. “Shawn I’m heading out to the pool. If you need me just yell for me.” He was cooped up in his music room, working on more songs for his new album.

You closed the sliding door and placed your towel on a chair before walking over to the pool to dip a toe in to check the temperature. It was still warm outside, leaving the pool slightly warmer than usual. You dove into the pool and swam to the edge, overlooking the city. You weren’t sure how much time you spent there but you were eventually brought back to reality when you felt the water next to you splash over the edge. “Hey beautiful. What are ya looking at?”

“Nothing really. I’m just thinking.” You sighed and looked back to the buildings.

“What’cha thinking about?” He placed his arms on the ledge of the pool, looking over the city as well.

“You know, things. Us. Our future.”

He nodded his head and was silent for a while. The two of you enjoying the sounds of the busy city below you. You leaned your head over and onto his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist.  “I love you darling.”

You finished making dinner and were now setting the table for the two of you. You walked back to Shawn’s music room and listened to him strumming his guitar and mumbling. You quietly slid into the room. You continued to listen and watch, he strummed a few notes then leaned down to jot them onto the sheets on paper in front of him before returning back to the guitar. “Shawn baby, dinner is ready,” you quietly said. He placed the guitar down and followed you back to the kitchen.

After you finished doing the dishes, Shawn returned back to his music room. You decided to catch up in your book that you had left months ago.

You felt a pair of arms wrap under your head and your legs, lifting you from the couch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled into his chest as he carried you to your bed. He placed you down on the bed before moving to his side and joining you, covering both of you with the sheets.

You woke up to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers brushing over your cheek. You closed your eyes tightly before opening them to find your boyfriend watching you. “Good morning love,” he brought his lips to yours in a sweet, loving kiss. You snuggled into his chest. The two of you laid together for a while before you got out of bed.

You decided to grab a quick breakfast before going out. You had to go run a few errands that morning. You grabbed your keys from their hook on the wall before yelling a quick goodbye to Shawn, who was already in his music room.

You opened the door to the condo, placing your keys back on the hook and dropping all your bags on the floor. You didn’t hear Shawn in his music room, or watching tv. You peeked your head into your room to find him asleep on your bed. You smiled and grabbed your book and curled up on the couch, picking up where you left off the night before. It wasn’t much longer until you felt the couch dip next to you, Shawn’s head resting in your lap. You chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Hi sleepy head. Did you have a nice nap?”

He nodded his head and mumbled a quiet, “Can we just stay in tonight instead of going out to dinner? I just want to spend time with just you.”

You moved your book and looked down at him, “Of course babe.”

You got up to check the fridge for something to snack on and felt Shawn’s arms around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder. You turned your head and kissed his cheek before grabbing some leftovers to reheat for dinner.

You turned a movie on and settled into the couch, Shawn’s head back in your lap. You ate your leftover pizza and placed the plate back on the table since Shawn wouldn’t let you get up off the couch. You played with his hair as he watched you instead of the movie. He loved watching how you would smile during the happy parts, or when your eyebrows would furrow when you tried to follow the plot line in your head. He grabbed your hand from his hair and placed a kiss on your palm. You smiled down at him. You noticed he had been much more affectionate, this weekend, than he usually was.

“Shawn, can I ask you a question?” You looked down at him, his eyes had a twinkle in them from the lights on the ceiling shining down. He nodded his head. You studied his features, a look of absolute love on his face. “You’ve been really loving this weekend. Is everything okay? I mean, I know you are a very affectionate person when we are home anyway, but this weekend has been like a whole different Shawn.”

He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Of course everything is okay. I’ve just had a lot of time to think lately and I’ve just come to a realization. I’m working on new songs and the only thing that came to my head was you and how much I love you,” he sat up and brushed your hair out of your face. “I love you so much. I guess I never had time to sit down and really think about us. I see a future with you and that makes me so happy. I see us buying a house together and having kids together. I see us growing old together and being surrounded by our big family. I never want this to end with us. I love you too much. And I miss you like crazy when I’m not home. I hate knowing that when I’m gone, you’re by yourself with no one. And it makes my heart so happy to think that eventually when I leave on tour you won’t be alone and you’ll have a baby with you. And I just can’t stop thinking about how much I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.” He rambled on and on. Your smiled was a mile wide.

“Shawn, that’s what I was thinking about yesterday. I can’t wait to have a family with you. I love you so much.” You grabbed the sides of his face and brought him to you. Your noses lightly bumped before your lips attached. You pulled away with a smile on yours lips.

This was the man who you were going to spend the rest of your life with and you couldn’t wait.





Magnus Chase somehow managed to shower all the chocolate off of himself, but he couldn’t wash off the sensation he felt on his lips.

In fact, he never wanted to.

He put on a fresh set of clothes and laid down on his bed, staring up at Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and thought about Alex Fierro.

He thought about his badassery in every way, shape, and form—in every sense of each of those words. No matter if Alex was a girl or a guy, Magnus finally admitted to himself something he already knew, but couldn’t quite believe himself until now.

“I’m in love with Alex Fierro.”

The words felt amazing yet foreign to say. He had crushed on Alex since she arrived at Hotel Valhalla all those months ago, but he never really realized what those weird fuzzy feelings in his stomach were until Alex kissed him under the blanket in Niflheim, and suddenly, everything became a thousand times clearer.
Even after the second kiss, Magnus still couldn’t quite fathom the idea that Alex might actually like him back.

Magnus touched a couple of fingers to his lips to make sure they were still there and thought about what Alex had said.

“I need some space, Chase.”

Magnus decided that that was reasonable.

I mean, I did kind of just say that her kissing me is the best thing to ever happen to me, Magnus thought to himself. And on a boat made of dead people’s toenails, surrounded by giants. Yep. Super romantic.

Magnus thought about everything before deciding something for himself:

I need some space too. But first, Alex Fierro.

He thought about how Alex would call him stupid if he heard Magnus’s somewhat contradicting thoughts, but the thought of Alex made Magnus’s cheeks flush and his stomach buzz.

Magnus got out of bed and headed towards Alex’s door and knocked. When Alex opened it, he gave Magnus a face that said: really?

“Magnus, what part of ‘I need space’ and ‘I’ll get back to you’ did you not understand? Do you want me to explain it to you like you’re two?”

“Hello to you too, Alex. Listen, I understand you need space, and I’m completely okay with that. I just came here to tell you that I need a bit of space too, just to figure things out, okay?”

Alex nodded and crossed his arms.

“That’s fair.”

“B-but I also don’t want us to completely ignore each other,” Magnus continued, feeling himself getting flustered. Alex smiled, which did anything but calm down the wild party that was happening inside of Magnus’s chest.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re smitten and flustered!” Alex said, pinching Magnus’s cheek and laughing. Magnus’s face only became more red.

“I hate you,” Magnus said, trying to be seriously sarcastic but smirking.

Alex smirked back. “I hate you too.”

Magnus got lost in Alex’s eyes before he remembered what he was going to say.

“Oh, one more thing: can I borrow that book with all the BLT terms?”

“Did you mean that book with all the LGBTQIA+ terms?”Alex asked, rolling his eyes and smiling. “I do tend to have the power to make people question their sexuality. Here, I’ll go get it.”

Alex returned carrying a decent-sized book that had been well-used and well-loved. The cover was covered in colors and stickers, and the title read: The Queer Alphabet: A Guide to LGBT and Everything In Between. It looked like it was written in silver holographic glitter that made rainbows when you moved it.

“If you damage this book in any way, shape, or form, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Magnus sensed that despite the fact that they were einheirji in Valhalla and could easily reincarnate, Alex was not being completely sarcastic.

“This is the book that helped me figure out who I am. I got it from my abuelo,” Alex whispered, not meeting Magnus’s eyes. Magnus gently patted Alex’s arm.

“Thank you for sharing this with me, Alex.”

Alex Fierro smiled and Magnus’s stomach was about to explode with happiness, rainbows, unicorns, and falafels.

“I hope it helps you as much as it helped me,” Alex said before closing the door and leaving Magnus staring at the polished brown wood.

Magnus returned to his room, plopped down on his bed, and opened the book. On the inside of the book was a note, written in what looked Spanish. After being homeless and looking at Mexican restaurant menus for two years and hanging out with Alex for the past few months, Magnus was just able to read the note:

My Dear Alex,
I hope this book helps you figure out who you are. No matter what, never stop being the amazing person you are, and don’t be afraid of change.
With love, Abuelo.

The last few words of the last sentence were underlined in neon pink pen, and in the same color, just below the note, was another note (in Spanish) that read:

I won’t.

Magnus softly smiled at the little exchange.

As Magnus flipped through the book, he felt like he was discovering a whole new world. He knew, of course, that non-straight and non-cisgender people existed, but he never truly knew how many types of non-straight/cisgender people there were. As he went along the book, he noticed little notes written in the margins with neon colored pens and definitions highlighted in either pink or green. He also made a list on a separate sheet of paper with a list of sexualities and romantic orientations (something else he previously did not know existed) that he could possibly be:

  • Aromantic: yEaH tOtAlLy (no)
  • Asexual: hmmm, probably not
  • Bisexual: maybe probably?
  • Demisexual: I know this doesn’t have anything to do with demigods but I bet Percy’s demisexual (but I’m not)
  • Gay/Homosexual: It would probably be hard for me to be attracted to only one (1) gender with Alex Fierro being genderfluid
  • Heterosexual: LMAO NAH BRO
  • Lesbian (see: gay/homosexual): not even close

Magnus kept flipping through the book until he came across a term that, when he read its definition, made his heart vibrate for a second.

Pansexual: Attraction to people regardless of gender; attraction to all genders.

Magnus looked at the pink, yellow, and light blue striped flag that was next to the word.

Suddenly, he felt right.


The next morning, Magnus returned the book. At least, he tried to. When he knocked on Alex’s door, there was no response. Magnus took a post-it note and wrote a note on it and stuck it to Alex’s door. Deciding it would be better and safer if he kept the book in his room rather than leave it on the floor in a hotel full of regularly-dying-and-fighting dead people, Magnus went back to his room to prepare for the day’s battle. He had just taken his shirt off when he heard a voice behind him.

“What is it with you and not closing the door before you change your clothes?”

Alex Fierro leaned against Magnus’s door frame wearing a pink and green chain-mail sweater vest with dark green jeans.

Magnus felt the blood rushing to his face.

“I—uh—” was all he could stutter out.

“Gods, Magnus…” Alex said as she rolled her eyes—Magnus realized that Alex was now female—and smiled up at the ceiling.

“At least you’re not covered in chocolate,” Alex finished, her heterochromatic eyes sparkling.

Magnus couldn’t think of anything to add, so he decided to do what he did best: awkwardly change the topic.

“Thanks for letting me borrow the book,” he started. “It really helped.”

Alex smiled fondly and genuinely, and Magnus nearly melted on the spot.

“I’m glad,” Alex said, walking towards Magnus and pulling out a crumpled-up post-it note from her jean pockets. Magnus realized it was the one he had left for her.

“I’m guessing you’ve decided on…hmm…asexual?” Alex tried to hold back a laugh (and failed to do so) as she and Magnus looked at the bad drawing of a pan with “oh no I’m attracted to kitchen stuff” written next to it. Magnus couldn’t help but join in.

“You do know what pansexual means, right?” Alex asked, still laughing.

“Yeah,” Magnus replied.

“Good, because I’m pansexual too.”

Magnus couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that exploded in his chest.

“I know it’s none of my business, and you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to or whatever, but what’s your romantic orientation?” Alex asked, calming down.

“Probably panromantic as well. Can that be different than my sexuality?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I know people who are asexual but biromantic, pansexual but aromantic, et cetera, et cetera.”

“Cool,” Magnus remarked. “What’s your romantic orientation?”

“I’m panromantic too.”

“Cool,” Magnus said.

The duo stood awkwardly next to each other before Magnus realized what Alex wanted.

“Here’s your book,” he said, getting it from his bed and handing it to Alex. “I promise I didn’t damage it.”

“You better not have,” Alex said with a smirk as she turned around and began walking to the door. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, Chase.”

“See ya then, Fierro.”

Alex looked back and smiled before closing the door behind her.


The battle was a bloodbath.

The daily battles always were, but it was especially bloody today.

Everything Magnus could see was tainted red due to the blood dripping down his head. He felt light and heavy all at the same time and he could feel himself about to die. He called upon his healing powers and was rejuvenated just enough for his vision to become clear again and for him to have enough self-awareness to see what was happening no more than ten feet in front of him.

Alex was fighting—and losing to—a berserker from Floor 432. Magnus noticed that the berserker’s spear was about to impale Alex.

He started running towards the two fighters. Despite knowing that death in Hotel Valhalla was temporary, the thought of Alex dying and him not doing anything to stop it made Magnus sick.

Magnus gathered up the little strength he had left, and at the last second, he threw himself between the spear and Alex.

The spear impaled him straight through the heart.

The last thing Magnus heard was Alex screaming, and the last thing that he saw was Alex beginning to cry as she beheaded the berserker with her garrote.


Magnus woke up hours later in his bed, his scars from the day’s battle in the last stages of healing.

He attempted to sit up in bed and grunted at the pain in his chest.

“Lie back down, idiot.”

Magnus’s eyes adjusted and he saw that Alex Fierro was standing over him, his eyebrows knitted together with what was either worry or concentration.

Magnus noticed that Alex had shifted genders again and was now male.

“I’m fine,” Magnus said, wincing at the pain.

“Like Hel you are,” Alex responded, rolling his eyes.

Magnus sighed as he asked, “Why are you here? Not that I don’t want you here or anything, I just—”

“I waited for you to wake up, idiot,” Alex responded, crossing his arms across his chest.

Magnus let the fact that Alex Fierro had waited for Magnus to wake unsettle in. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest.

“Listen,” Magnus said as he started to explain himself.

“About what happened on the battlefield—I know you said you needed space—”


“—and I understand that completely, but I just—”


“I couldn’t just stand there and watch you die!”

“Dude, I’m already dead.”

“You know what I meant.”

The two einherjar stared at each other.

“I get that you need space—”

“Magnus, please—”


Magnus was cut off by Alex Fierro leaning down and kissing him.

As Magnus closed his eyes, he suddenly forgot what he was saying.

Though it caused his shoulders to scream in pain, Magnus reached up and gently took hold of Alex’s head.

When the couple broke apart, Magnus noticed that Alex’s gender had shifted to female.

“You’re—you’re a girl now,” Magnus noted.

Alex smiled and nodded.

“Neat. I didn’t know that kissing a genderfluid einherjar caused their gender to change.”

Alex laughed and held one of Magnus’s hands against her face

“I thought you needed space?” Magnus asked, rubbing his thumb against Alex’s face.

“I got my space, Chase,” Alex said, kissing him again.

“I’m ready when you are.”

Magnus couldn’t (and didn’t try to) stop the smile that beamed across his face. He leaned forward and kissed Alex again.

Magnus backed slightly away, stared at Alex’s eyes, and smiled again.

“Bring it on, Fierro.”

Date #7

Author’s Note: Recently, I’ve been struggling with my writing and each time I read a scenario from these awesome writers on here, I go, “damn, why do I even bother” because let’s be real, I’ll just be one less shitty writer that stops writing because she sucks socks. Writer’s block hit me real bad and I considered looking for another thing to love like, sports or something lol. 

Which is why I’m dedicating this scenario to Rys @optosomnio (surprise ayy) who’s been really encouraging and sent me a bunch of prompt/quote blogs to help me get over the problem. And I got my muse back mostly because of the countless prompts and quotes I went through and this scenario happened. Also ily rys

Jeon Jungkook. 4 641 words. Fluff + M for implied smut.

❝ Tired of waking up in strangers’ bed every morning or leaving at an ungodly hour to wonder the streets, Jungkook comes to you with an irresistible proposition; “So date me. I can make you forget about Taehyung and you can help me understand what it’s like to be in a committed relationship for once ─seven dates, just seven dates.”❞

You’re not quite sure why, when Jungkook, clad in black skinny jeans, denim jacket over plain white t-shirt that does a generous amount of justice to his chiseled chest and side parted dark locks that makes him more attractive in your eyes, approaches you with a smile that oozes confidence, borderline smugness and emanates the sweet scent of trouble ─a surge of warmth sweeps through you and makes home in every crevice of your heart, definitely lacking the usual eye roll or inquisitive, faux ignorant, arch of brow.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He whispers from next to you, voice so velvety, brushing your skin like divine satin.

“First off, no pet names. Second off, I must be crazy for agreeing to this, Jeon Jungkook what have you done to me?” You sigh, exasperated.

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MX Reaction: He realizes he loves you

A/N: so we’ve haven’t been posting lately, we are sorry. We are trying to write as much as we can right now. Anyways I decided to do a Monsta x reaction because Monsta X and their comeback is literally everything right now. Hope you enjoy! ~Emily

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You and Shownu had been dating for 5 months. The two of you would spend every second possible with each other. The both of you had really busy schedules, with him being in Monsta X and you close to finishing college. Shownu had come over to your apartment after he had finished practice, wanting to see your beautiful face. Shownu walked into your apartment covered in books and notecards everywhere. You had been sitting on your couch flipping through your notebook, with a highlighter in hand. Shownu had been standing by the doorway, admiring how cute you looked. He stood there taking in your position, your concentrated face, and your everything. He scanned the beautiful person in front of him. He let out a small cough, making you acknowledge his presence. Your head snapped up. “How long have you been standing there.” Shownu took a seat next to you. “Long enough.” He smiled shyly. Long enough to fall in love you.


He fell in love with you the moment he saw you with his mom. His mom had invited you to come over for dinner and meet you for the first time. You had been nervous the entire week, rummaging thorough your closet to find the perfect outfit to meet his mom. So many thoughts were running through your head and Hoseok could tell. He loved how nervous you got to meet his mom. He tried to calm you down and tried to tell you that his mom would love you, but the both of you knew it didn’t help. The moment you walked into the house his mom fell in love with you. You helped her with everything and shared embarrassing stories about Hoseok. Although he was embarrassed, he loved that the you and his mom grew close quickly. That’s the moment he fell in love.


He was on tour and you were home. He had a busy day, but he found a small moment to video chat you. The moment he saw your face pop up his heart began to flutter. You were in his hoodie and eating cereal. Your eyes lit up when you saw him. His beautiful face on your phone screen was the only way you could see him, but you didn’t mind. He was living his dream and you were more than happy for him. It had been this way for months and Minhyuk could not believe you still were with him. He fell in love with you when he realized you supported him to the ends of the earth and were willing to wait for him every time he was away. You caught up for a while until you jumped out your seat and ran out of the cameras view. Minhyuk was so confused. A minute later you came back with a bag. “Look what came yesterday!” You said as you pulled out a tshirt from the bag. You turned it around and lo and behold. Minhyuks name was written on it. “You did not.” Minhyuk said as he watched you change into it.


You and Kihyun had been dating for six months. The fans and the boys loved you with their entire heart. Knowing that you loved Kihyun with more than your heart, and he did as well. Kihyun had been on tour for the past month and you had been at home cheering him on, sending him texts, leaving voicemails for him to read and hear after his show was done. He had been at a photoshoot when Minhyuk came up to him with his phone. “Have you seen this?” Minhyuk asked as he shoved the phone in his face. A video of you with a bunch of fans was on the screen. Kihyun took the phone and watched the video. It was you and a small group of fans cheering for the boys and wishing the best of luck on their tour. The end of the video was of you and the fans singing shine forever and goofing off. Kihyun couldn’t help but smile for the rest of day. “Isn’t the girl I love the best?” He asked Minhyuk as he gave him his phone back.


You and Hyungwon had decided to go out and get coffee. The both of you have been tired and needed something to boost your energy. You walked hand in hand all the way to the nearest coffee shop. You talked and argued about the weirdest things like why you give balloons on birthdays, aren’t they just rubber? You arrived at the coffee shop in a fit of giggles and smiles. Hyungwon got in line to order while you found a table to sit at. You chose the corner next to the window. The minimal hours of sleep you got because of studying began to take a toll on you. You decided to lay your head down until Hyungwon came back to you with your coffee. Hyungwon carefully walked to your table, making sure he didn’t spill anything. He arrived to your table and found a sleeping you on it. He placed the coffee down and admired you for a second. He could see every feature in your face and the way you breathed. He couldn’t help but notice and feel his face getting red and his heart starting to beat a bit faster.


It was game night with Jooheon. It became a tradition for you even before the two of you were dating. You sat on the floor in front of you coffee table. The game Jenga had been sitting in front of you, the both of you get super competitive during this game. You were carefully planning your next move, you were not about to lose to Jooheon and have to buy him ice cream this time. You carefully selected the next block you take out, and with a great ease succeeded on not making the tower fall. You cheered for yourself as Jooheon carefully tried to take out the next block. As he was was nearly finish taking the block out the tower began to wobble and eventually toppled over. You jumped with excitement. You had finally won one of the game nights. Jooheon sat admiring your excitement. That’s how he fell in love.


You and Changkyun had decided to go out to dinner. You made it to your favorite diner and quickly ordered. As you sat at the table you both started goofing off. You began to play the game where the other would try to make the other laugh. You both were super competitive so this game usually lasted a while. Your turn came up after Changkyun had totally failed to make you laugh. You had saved the best for last. Your dad jokes. You began cracking each and every one making you burst into fits of laughter, but he wouldn’t budge. He sat there as you said every single joke in you, admiring the way your eyes would crinkle when you wet about to laugh, the way you would clap your hands together while you were laughing, and how big of a smile you had on your face. You had admitted defeat. Changkyun had won the game, but little did you know, you won his heart.

My Year with Maas, a Reflection

At the start of this year I decided to read all of Sarah J. Maas’ books. From Throne of Glass and A Court of Thorns and Roses all the way up to the most recent release of Empire of Storms. I picked them all up, read them cover to cover, and now, twelve months later, I have some thoughts.

I’ve been gestating on this for a while. Like, since September, a while. I had a niggling in my skull since the first chapter of EoS and it just snowballed from there. I’ve avoided the posts for some time, suppressed the urge, reigned in my ever present disgust, but I can’t do it anymore. Despite my enjoyment of her stories I really, really need to vent my issues with the books.

I’m coming at this not just as a fan of the series, but as another writer. My issues with the books are not just about the ships. Quite frankly, when it comes to Throne of Glass, I’ve only had one ship that I stood passionately behind and it had nothing to do with Celaena/Aelin.

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So I’m taking a course on the American Revolution, and a friend and I had the joking idea to make fake posters/covers based on the titles of the academic articles we had to read. :0 Mine was An American Tory by Morton Borden, which explores the complexity of Loyalism in the Revolution. This cover doesn’t really have anything to do with the content, but I did want to draw Alfred looking hesitant and suspicious, with a people of different positions and backgrounds behind him. Something about the title “American Tory” felt very weirdly cinematic and so I decided to make a fake indie/graphic novel type of cover.

Who knows? maybe I’ll make some “fake” comic book pages to go with it as well…..

Masterpost: On calling characters autistic

Part 1: Whether you should explicitly call your character autistic, and how you should go about it

So, you have created an autistic character. You love them, you know their likes and dislikes and you are determined that this is going to be a positive and realistic portrayal of autism. There’s one problem though - how do you let your readers know that the character has ASD?

Actually explicitly calling your character “Autistic” can be awkward. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to interrupt the flow of the story, maybe it’s because you don’t want to risk backlash if people dislike your representation of autism. Maybe “autistic” isn’t a word that exists in the world or time period of your story. So, do you have to say it outright?

There isn’t a moral imperative to call your character “autistic”. One of my favourite autistic characters is never called autistic in-universe. But our blog is about encouraging accurate representation of autistic characters, and if you don’t actually call them autistic…is it actually representation?

Should I call my character autistic?

Autistic characters in media are very important for several reasons. The media we consume contributes to shaping us and our worldviews. If someone reads books and watch movies which contain complex, realistic autistic characters, they’re more likely to 1) be aware of what autism actually is, and 2) see autistic people as human beings, and treat them as such. These characters are also important to autistic people themselves: seeing characters like yourself portrayed in a positive light can boost your self esteem and help you feel less alone.

If you make a great autistic character and you don’t explicitly call them “autistic”, it’s not guaranteed that everyone will understand that they’re supposed to be autistic. Many people don’t have a very accurate working knowledge of autism, and they might not understand that a character is autistic if they don’t fit their narrow, stereotypical view of what an autistic person looks like. Thus the people that would benefit most from this representation might miss it completely.

Of course, the choice is yours, but we would strongly encourage you to explicitly call your character autistic so that you’re 100% sure your readers will pick up on it. Ideally, this would happen in the work itself, but at the very least we would encourage you to make it explicit when you, the writer, discuss the character (on social media, in interviews, in synopses of your work). Bare in mind that if you don’t say it explicitly within the work, you are very likely to end up with readers who deny that the character is autistic because they don’t behave in ways that match their perception of what autism is - they fall in love, they speak, they don’t behave in exactly the same way as their autistic nephew does. It is preferable for the reader to be able to identify the character as autistic without needing to pay attention to the author’s writing outside of the work itself.


So, it’s decided! You are definitely going to tell the audience that the character is autistic. When is the best time to let them know? Telling the audience does not have to be the first thing you do when you introduce the character - it depends what you want to do with your story.

Here are a few general possibilities:

When the character is introduced - immediately telling the audience that the character is autistic means that the character’s autism will play a big part in the audience’s interpretation of the character. You might choose this option if you feel it is important for the audience to understand the character is autistic.
If you are telling a story “about being autistic”, the fact that the character is autistic is very likely to be one that you will want to raise at the start, but even in a story that is not “about” being autistic, knowing your character’s neurotype from the outset can help the audience to interpret their behaviour.

After the character has been established - your character has already been established and you have demonstrated their autistic traits; calling your character autistic at this point is a way of confirming it and making it explicit for anyone who has not realised so far.

A “big” reveal - this isn’t something that I have seen used, but there is the option of “revealing” that your character is autistic later in the story.
This could be used a way of subverting the expectations of readers who have stereotypical views of autism (and confirming other readers’ “headcanons”) for characters who have atypical traits. Otherwise, it could be presented as the solution to a “mystery” about the character.

It is brought up several times - you don’t have to only mention the character’s autism once! Their autism might be referred to multiple times during the story.

In the description/summary of your story - This a useful option if the story takes place in a point in history before the diagnosis of “autism” existed. It can also be used to clarify the terms you use for stories set in the future/different worlds.
(The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time used this method, only calling the main character autistic on the cover - but you need to make sure that you actually do a decent job inside the book!)


OK, time to actually decide how to tell your audience that the character is autistic. Luckily, there are lots of options!

We are going to list several strategies. There are lots of ways of fitting these into context: try relating what you say to an autistic trait which is affecting your character at that point in the story: are they struggling with executive dysfunction? having fun stimming? looking up information about their special interest?

Here are some ideas of topics related to autism that might provide you with the opportunity to casually drop in the term “autistic”: sensory overload, stimming, executive dysfunction, alexithymia, difficulties with social interactions, problems with communication, special interests, eye contact, meltdowns and shutdowns.

Here are some techniques for telling the audience that the character is autistic. Each suggestion is accompanied by at least one example to illustrate how it can be used:

The narration says “they’re autistic” - it can be slipped in as a sort of “aside” if that feels more natural in your story

“Karen swore loudly. The village church bells had been ringing for 45 minutes and her head felt like it was going to split in two. Of course being autistic didn’t help, but the main problem was the bloody eejit who decided it was a good idea to hold bell practice today of all days.”

“Ming looked down the guest list. Selvie was bringing Cheng Mae as her plus-one. Ming had only met her once: he knew that she was autistic, that she loved Criminal Minds, and that Selvie was trying to take the relationship to the next level, but none of this helped him with choosing what table to put the couple at. He called Helen in from the kitchen to ask what she thought.”

The autistic character says they’re autistic (in dialogue) - either explicitly telling another character, or mentioning in passing

“Sorry I went a bit weird yesterday - I’m autistic and crowds are really overwhelming for me. Can we try again next Saturday? You can come ’round to mine and I’ll cook a romantic dinner”

J: How did you choose your therapist? I’m trying to find one
K: She specializes in working with autistic people. My dad helped me find her.
J: Oh, is she expensive?

The autistic character says they’re autistic (as the first-person point of view narrator)
They might mention it as a personal aside, or they may refer to it repeatedly throughout the narrative.

“I hate the store. I have been to every aisle at least twice already, but either two items are in the same aisle but not written next to each other on the list, or I can’t see the item I’m looking for. I know I struggle with finding things directly in front of my face because I’m autistic—my brain just doesn’t process the images my eyes are passing over fast enough—but it’s so annoying. I just wanted to find the cereal my sister likes.”

Refer to (or flashback to) a time in the past when it came up
For example, the character could refer to to being in special ed at school, their parents might talk about the character having atypical development (eg. not speaking until a later age than usual), they could refer to the mental health professional who first suggested that they seek out a diagnosis, the character might make a comment comparing something to one of the tests they did while being assessed for autism, there might be a flashback to ABA sessions.

“Hey, Cam, you know that you are allowed to say when you disagree with something, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Cam hesitated. “Um… I mean, yes, in theory. But I was taught in social skills that I had to smile and nod when people speak. It’s hard.”
“Of course, I forgot. It was more important for them to teach the autistic kid to be compliant than to teach you how to communicate your needs,” he scowled. “Sarcasm,” he added
“Thanks. I realised, this time.”

Another character discloses that the character is autistic (note: this is something that is not necessarily an appropriate thing to do in real-life — please don’t go talking about other people’s diagnoses behind their backs unless you know EXPLICITLY that this is ok with them)

“What’s the deal with Zephyr? Is he always such an arse?”
Caroline sighed, “listen, Katharina, Zephyr isn’t trying to be rude. He’s autistic, he can’t pick up on your hints that you want to change the subject. Just tell him—nicely—that you want to talk about something else”

Chantelle looked the teacher in the eye, her face resolute.
“Please, Mr Clive, Aaron is autistic, and I need to know that the school understands that. Things have been difficult for all of us since the earthquake, but the changes have been really hard for him. We lost our house, we’ve moved to a new area. Can I work with someone from the school’s SEN department to plan his induction?”

Another character mentions it when talking to the autistic character

“You know, when I first heard you were autistic I was expecting something different”
“Robyn, this is not the time,” Enri snapped, “let’s fix the ship first, please”

From: K.Litchen
To: I.Khan
Subject: Favor please! <3

Hey, Ibby, you can definitely say “no” if you want to, but is it ok if I give your email address to my sister? She just found out that my nephew might be autistic and I think it would help her to talk to an autistic adult bc she’s panicking right now.
Also, you left your dictaphone at the office on Friday, I can drop it off tonite if you like?

Kim xxx”

Say it in the blurb/synopsis of your book/comic/film/etc

“17th Century France: The Beast of Gévaudan has been terrorising the area for two years. After two twelve year olds are killed in his village, Pierre, an autistic baker, begins investigating the attacks. He uncovers secrets, lies, and the terrible truth behind La Bèstia — but who will listen to M. Fournier’s oddball son?”

Include information in the background of a panel/scene (for a comic/film)

  • A panel shows a letter that is relevant for plot reasons, but you can see part of another letter behind it that references autism
  • The character goes to visit their therapist and there are posters about autism on the walls
  • The character wears some sort of autistic pride t-shirt (example 1 and example 2)

This information could also be backed up by (or highlighted in) your dialogue. The prose-based equivalent to having information in the mise-en-scene would be using descriptions of the background.

That’s it for part one!

Next time on On calling characters autistic:

Part 2 - what if autistic isn’t a term that exists in my story?
We discuss telling stories that are set in the past, the distant future, and on other worlds

Part 3 - hinting
We discuss ways to strongly imply that your character is autistic (techniques that you will ideally combine with explicitly calling them autistic)

So I just remembered something.

I saw a photo of the JTHM trade paperback just recently and noticed the rusty, red splotches in the Z? logo. That’s blood, you see? MY ACTUAL BLOOD. It was a thing I vaguely recall advertising way back when this was a new book and EVERY cover for every popular comic HAD to have blood in it. It was hardcore as fuck because it was like putting a bit of myself into this thing I was doing, like the creation of this book was a violent act of creation, right, a troubled, painful birth!

So here’s what I just remembered: While working on the cover, I got a nosebleed as a result of using too much nasal decongestant spray and decided to just use it on the cover.