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hello! i’m too lazy to make a graphic promo right now so this’ll have to do. this is a brand new blog for near from the manga death note, written by zacharie! originally made back in july 2016 and remade in april 2021. mutuals only, low activity. if you’re interested in interacting with this tiny, rude genius then hit that like and / or reblog! ( and reblogs are very much appreciated to help spread it around! )

Made in honor of Autism Acceptance Month! Remember to specify muse when sending to a multimuse.

What sensory sensitivities do they have?

What are their favorite textures? What are their least favorite textures?

Do they stim? If so, how?

How do they handle smalltalk?

How do they navigate friendships? Do they have many friends?

What are their special interests?

How organized are they?

How do they feel about routines? Do they have any routines in particular they stick to? Does it upset them when their routine is interrupted?

Do they have any comorbidities (depression, anxiety, OCD, etc?)

What can trigger shutdowns or meltdowns for them?

What are their comfort foods? What foods do they refuse to eat?

Are there any kinds of clothing that bother them? Soothe them?

Can they read expressions well, or is it hard for them?

Can they read between the lines, or do they take things more literally?

Do they have trouble putting their thoughts into words?

Are there any times your muse has trouble speaking?

What subjects of study or tasks does your muse excel in? Which do they struggle with?

Do they need accomodations or support in daily life? What help do they need? What help do they receive?

Are they open about their autism? Do they know they have it? Do they prefer to keep it to themselves rather than disclose?

Does their honesty ever get them into trouble? How?

Do they have a strong sense of right and wrong? What issues are most important to them?

How do they practice self-care?

What do they want people to know about them?

THESE    ARE     PRINCESSES    MADE    OF    VALOUR    &    POISON    ALIKE,     &    THEY    ARE    HERE    TO    HOLD    COURT     AS    YOUR    QUEENS.

i was born hungry.

i am something.

what could i be?

there is a light that i can see. but only, it seems, when there’s darkness in me.

i am waiting.

i was born waiting for that something, just that something.

crying sets me free.

i’m beautiful. i know, ‘cause it’s the season.

i am an organism. i’m chemical.

that’s all. that is all.

i’m in my prime.

you like control. well, i do, too.

you can come closer, i’ll let you hurt me how you choose.

this view of you, of the top of your head, makes me forgive you.

i’m tired of not loving you.

my heart wants to hold you, but i know the rules.

i’ll sell my heart to you.

i want, i want.

i think my brain is rotting in places.

i think my heart is ready to die.

i think my body is falling in pieces.

tell me what you took. what’d you take?

i think the ground is pulling me down.

if i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive.

i should move to brand new city and teach myself how to die.

real men don’t need other people.

i think i’m a real man.

well done, girl, you’re looking good.

they’re above that, damn it.

go ahead. do it, do it.

you’re home to me.

if i am not yours, what am i?

let me go towards the morning star, with hope it won’t disappear.

i’m all used up, pretty boy.

mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?

i’m tired of this searching.

i know my room is a mess.

i hope you leave right before the sun comes up.

let’s shake this poet out of the beast.

sometimes i get closer to it, but i’ve never found it.

a hopeless violence, i named it, ‘love’.

you are dead, the light of a world is fading.

don’t fear them or their hunger.

you were human, don’t forget it.