Just A Quick Life Update: Im Moving To A New Apartment In Just Over A Week And Have Been Rather Busy

Just a quick life update: I’m moving to a new apartment in just over a week and have been rather busy packing and getting ready for the move. If you’ve sent me a request, I promise I’ve seen it and I’ll get to it as soon as I can! :)

What did they do to you

Okay, so I know the reason the physics in Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom have so many weird exceptions and edge cases is because the games' designers are concerned foremost with puzzle-crafting, and only secondarily with producing a coherent world model, and nearly every bit of weirdness can be explained by the fact that some puzzle mechanic required the games' physics to work that way. There's simply no deeper unifying logic to be found, and trying to find it is a good way to give yourself a headache.

One of those pieces of weirdness lies in the relative weights of various objects, particularly in relation to Link, the player character. Some objects are incongruously heavy or light for their size because the puzzles in which they appear require them to be, and Link himself is weirdly lightweight, presumably because that was the easiest way to cause him to experience the exaggerated knockback that many puzzles require without making the forces involved ridiculously strong.

Most objects and characters which recur among the two games are at least consistent in this respect. However, it has been empirically determined that in Breath of the Wild, Link weighs the same as 8.5 apples, whereas in Tears of the Kingdom he weighs the same as 10 apples, and now I can't stop myself from wondering what fucking puzzle mechanic required Link to be exactly 1.5 apples heavier.

Could I get an autistic coded reader with autistic coded malleus (or sebek if you'd rather)

Yes, you can! I’m sorry that it took so long to get to your request!

Autistic-coded Malleus with an Autistic-Coded Reader

You and Malleus get along like a house on fire. The two of you could get lost in conversation for hours on end, talking of everything and anything that caught your or his attention. It didn’t matter if had no idea what he was speaking of, nor if he knew what you spoke of either. The simple joy each of you saw in each other’s faces was more than enough for each of you to be filled with the desire to hear *more*, to greedily eat up the tenderest of expressions, the excitement that special interests brought, the energy that passionate discussions in the dead of night brought.

Long walks that happened well past curfew, when campus was quiet and the buzz of a school in operation couldn’t overload your senses, was time set aside just for the two of you. This routine had settled into being part of your daily life at Night Raven College, something that had become sacred between you and Malleus.

“Prefect,” was how he’d greet you each time, with an incline of his head, voice a soft murmur. Each time he’d off you his arm and you’d take his hand or grab onto the cuff of his blazer sleeve, depending on how much direct touch bothered you that day. On days when speaking cost you too much labor, your throat clamped up with the exhaustion of the day, he’d speak enough for the both of you, leading you on the usual circuit around campus.

He always felt warm and sheltered in these moments with you, the world seeming to contain only the two of you under the light of the stars and dimmed school buildings. Sheltered by the knowledge that you always listened, even on days when you didn’t utter a word. You spoke loud enough without ever opening your mouth: the glitter of excitement in your eyes when he told you about his latest research, the way your lips would tug into a smile when he told you about new gargoyles, how you would squeeze his fingers when he remembered something you had told him. He always remembered everything you told him. Spoken and unspoken.

On days you had more than enough energy to spare regaling him with tales of your adventures around NRC, the two of you would sit in Ramshackle’s living room, and he’d drink in your every word. His eyes would be focused on you the whole while, contently taking in your every expression, endeared with every raise in volume your excitement brought as you talked. And when you’d laughed, unguarded, at him for being so focused on you, he’d take the teasing in stride. He’d tease you in turn when you would play with his fingers, fidget with the cuffs on his clothes instead of your own. Luxuriating in the feeling of home, of someone he could be with, without preconceptions, without misunderstandings, with masking.

Bonus Content: Autistic Malleus Headcanons

- His difficulties understanding social cues was exasperated by the triple threat of his isolated upbringing, his severely limited knowledge of modern human society, and the image that everyone has of him as the lil-powerful crown prince of Briar Valley.

- The ones who understand Malleus’s cues and habits best are Lilia and Silver. Due to Malleus’s position as crown prince and the expectations of this role upon him, however, Malleus still finds himself unable to really be his full self around them and maintains a certain facade around them too.

- The first person that Malleus fully feels comfortable being his full self around is you, the player from the game. You truly understand him and listen to him. You had no preconceptions to place upon him.

- The autistic traits that affect Malleus the most are fixation, rigidity, and social difficulty.

- Due to the expectations of crown prince placed upon him and the perceptions placed upon him by others as a powerful, regal figure, no one but you, the player from the game, realize how difficult it is for Malleus to socialize or adjust his steadfast beliefs.

(A/N): Since autism is a spectrum of traits unique to every autistic person, I ended up basing the reader’s autistic traits on how I personally experience autism. Hope that’s okay!

“we could’ve been us” is such a raw fucking line neil gaiman how dare you put this in my silly little fantasy rom-com

It’s hard not to be dragged down when you write such a compelling case for General Lilia. I’m still pretending that I didn’t suddenly simped for him for a half hour after declaring I don’t get why people simp for Lilia like an utter clown. It’s all a fever dream that never happened if I pretend hard enough

Enemies to lovers where you constantly fight with General Lilia Vanrouge on the front lines and then one day you both just have enough, yelling at each other and then somehow you end up with his lips on yours, pouring all his frustration and the emotions he can't show on the battlefield into the kiss. His words are cold and distant but you can feel his expression soften when he looks at you. He doesn't want you to notice so he just keeps distracting you with his kisses. Imagine burying your fingers in his long hair and he nibbles at your lip gently with his little fae fangs. He has his back pressed against a tree with his legs wrapped around your waist and you can feel him sighing into the kiss. For just a moment he doesn't have to be the general anymore, now that he's away from all eyes but yours. He's still confused about how he feels but he's locked his emotions deep inside his heart below his armor because there's no place for them on the battlefield. Every kiss has him yearning for another because for months, maybe even years on end he's only known wounds and pain. You separate your lips from him to take a breath and he's almost instinctively trying to pull you into another kiss. He's touch-starved and lonely and angry and so terribly confused. Baul calls out for him to discuss the strategy for the coming day, unaware of how much the fearsome general just let his guard down in the shadow of the trees in a desperate attempt to feel something other than whatever cold emotions war brought along. He doesn't leave without pressing a kiss to your forehead, softer than all the previous ones and he returns to his cold expression and leaves without a word but you can't help but feel like this is the start of something troublesome.