#RAHHHHH AUTISM

[bluesilverr]

Dumps my old art here

[carabinerdrawing]

armand has every disability and every mental illness because she deserves it, actually (affectionate)!!

[daringdoombringer]

“The Birth of An Omen”

Transformers Mythos AU

New interest, new au everypony, and I’m COOKING. Throwing y’all into this headfirst. no prior context. First time sharing fanfiction on Tumblr, it seems to do well here. Whipped this up in like, an hour and a half the same day the idea was made. There aren’t many physical descriptions as these designs haven’t even been finalized i’m hyperfixing HARD chat. thank you Adrian Von Ziegler your Norse music is a lifesaver.

Word Count: 1107

Warnings: none though the vibes are pretty spooky

ENOUGH CHITCHAT ONWARDS WITH THE FIC!!

Starbolt sprung awake in a panic, sputtering out half-words as he sprang out of alt mode.

“Ajahdv a wh- what?! Am I- Where am-“

The Autobot froze, missiles pointed at his surroundings. He slowly brought down his arms. Composure very, very gradually coming to him through frantic eyes. Darkness. Complete and utter darkness surrounded Starbolt, there wasn’t even a discernible floor.

“He-hello??!” He frantically turned in place, looking around.

“Hello?! ANYONE?”

Silence. Barely an echo returned.

“Where- where…. …w-where am I?” The question devolved into a whisper as Starbolt anxiously hunched over, hands brought to his Spark.

“Am.. am I… …*sigh* oh what am i thinking, of course- of course I am. Not many outcomes after careening straight into a mountain, are there?!” He spat, crossing his arms. Promptly turning his chin up with shut eyes.

“Fine then, fine. Perhaps I wasn’t wOrThY of a noble death anyway!” Starbolt drawled, mockingly directed at whoever must’ve put him here.

A moment passed. Another. And another. Silence.

Starbolt stopped tapping his foot, eyes fluttering open. Confusedly looking this way and that for *any* indication of where or what this place was.

“Heh- ok. So I’m not dreaming. I… I r-really am dead. That’s… that’s what is happening right now.”

“I’m… I’m dead.” He rasped, an inevitable realization creeping up his wings. He stared at his hands, somehow still visible to his optics. Confused, he clasped them together. Touching his face, then patting himself down, thoroughly puzzled at his state. He was still… corporeal. In one piece.

“Huh… ” Starbolt observed. Going over what little he remembered before this point. He was battling a Deception battalion midair, was knocked off course- and now he was here.

He pondered, carefully putting a foot out to take a step; before drawing it right back. No, too risky. There wasn’t much to explore here, he couldn’t even see where the floor ended and everything else began. The bot nervously twiddled his fingers with wings down. Doubt crossed his face once again.

“Well then, this uh… this is… far from what I expected the Allspark to be-“

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

“WAUGH!!”

Starbolt jumped at the booming voice, scrambling backwards. He quickly took his arm and shoved it in front of his face, stopping the sudden light burst from radiating into his optics.

He brought his arm down slightly, providing his vision enough space to discover what was pitted for him next.

“WHA- WHO ARE YOU-“ Bolt’s protest was cut short at the sight.

A pair of gargantuan glowing eyes staring down at him. So large he could have easily flown between them, with plenty of room to spare. Their eerie glow faintly illuminated Bolt’s surroundings to his horror.

It was no floor he had fallen on. He was cowering in the palm of an equally gigantic hand.

Still peeking over his arm at the menacing optic gaze, shaking with abject terror. Those piercing eyes, glowing with red, divine Energon.

There was no mistaking their owner.

“M-M.. Megatronus Prime?” Starbolt finally managed to whisper. Words clumsily falling like pebbles.

“I-it’s- you? It’s… it’s really y-you?”

The gaze relaxed slightly, staring with jest at their trembling subject.

“I go by many names, sire.”

Megatron’s response was nearly purred more than said, his words twisted and distorted into something nigh unrecognizable. Yet they were said with such softness. Such understanding. They were coming from everywhere, yet nowhere, reverberating through Starbolt to his very Spark.

Bolt carefully, slowly lowered his arm. Staring in silent awe for several moments. The ultimate evil staring back.

“…. I- I uh- right. of course you do- sire… I- l-listen-“

Bolt reoriented himself to a kneel, a blubbering mess all the while. With hands clasped in prayer, he stared up at his otherworldly captor.

“I… I do not know what I’ve done to deserve your presence. You.. you see, I was a follower of Orion, I- I spent my last moments b-battling your own, I-“ Bolt was nearly to tears, optics squeezed shut at the divine presence before him.

“Please, why do I deserve this?! An afterlife upon your hands? Surely- SURELY there’s been a grave misunderstanding, L-Lord Megatronus-“

“There is no need, mortal. You have done no wrong in our eyes.”

Bolt froze. Slowly gazing up through blurred tears.

“wh.. what…?”

“We’ve both been watching you intently. You possess great speed and intelligence within your Spark. Even I will admit, you have impressed us greatly”

The Autobot was surprised at his comments. Unexpected, yet fairly true comments.

“I..l well, thank you, Lord?” He squeaked, though still decently terrified. “Im- I’m flattered, truly. Granted I wasn’t the greatest at combat but- y-you know, we’re- we’ve all got our weak spots.”

Megatron gave a single nod. Through his optics' glow, Bolt could almost make out a faint smile.

“Though, if it doesn’t bother you… may I ask- a question? A question you’ve likely expected, no less.” Starbolt asked, wings perking up.

Megatron blinked, bringing his hand a little closer.

“if… if I was really a disciple of your opposite… if I truly didn’t do anything horrible, in my life that is so, so very feeble to yours… w-why is it that I’ve appeared to you?”

Starbolt softly pleaded, clasped hands over his Spark once more.

“Out of all the Primes, why did you, deserve me? Why am I… here?”

Megatron was silent, closing his eyes briefly in pondering. When they opened again, they were narrow, almost tranquil.

“Your greatest gift is making yourself known, Starbolt. I’ve been needing someone like you. For a very long time.”

Megatron thrust his outstretched hand upwards, knocking him down. Before Bolt could react, he began to chant.

“May you be my trusted voice to Cybertron, may your wings taste freedom no mortal has known. Your valiant cries shall shake the stars, may every Spark race upon your presence!”

His rattling voice pounded in Bolt’s head, swirling through infinite blackness. Threatening to tear him apart from the inside out.

“BE REBORN, MY DUTIFUL MESSENGER!”

A brilliant burst of red and purple light enveloped Starbolt. He gave a single shocked scream, one that fell on deaf audio sensors. It ended as soon as it began. In an instant, the Jet Autobot was gone.

Megatron lowered his hand, gazing at his empty palm in triumph. He gave a smug grin, closing it into a clawed fist. He already knew where Bolt had gone, a disciple of his acquaintance no longer. The brazen god chuckled, before turning foot and disappearing. There was much to do, after all.

He had a new servant to attend to.

[dixidin]

To all the hazbin hotel fans who just saw the new trailer *grabs your shoulders* we. are. normal.

[moominpopzz]

Just spent like 2 hours sorting beads god I love autism

[soup-scope]

because i’m autistic, i hc every character i see as autistic. it’s my own personal form of therapy

[cecilsrandomeverything]

My mom got this from someone at here work and I just….

HEART SQUISHY 🫀❤️

[alonsolobotomy]

hi yes i think all of you should listen to this right now

[little-paper-ghost-child]

It’s allways so funny to me when my friends are like devastated at the fact that I pass everything in smash or pass, like what are you expecting I’m autistic and asexual in reality I would never screw anything and I am taking this game so seriously like no, you could pull up someone who is ask like a cool famous person or something and yeah they seem objectively pretty or nice but no, I would not smash them I know nothing about them also they are most likely significantly older than me so pass.

Like I know it’s a joke typically in retrospect and that it’s not serious but when I’m put on the spot like that my brain takes everything so literally

Idk man I’m just weird

To be fair my friends don’t really play smash or pass anymore bc the main guy that likes to play left our friend group

Now I just have to listen to them say the most down bad things about my ocs

OH YEAH I KNOW YOU GUYS ARNT ON TUMBLR BUT LEAVE CANTER AND TOM ALONE

TOM HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH MAN

AND CANTER IS A FUCKING POST MAN. HES A SAYTR AND A POST MAN

[whumpy-wyrms]

CANNIBALISM

[vasalean]

Ya know I feel like if ever got the power to freeze time for like a week or even a day I feel like I would just look inside people's houses. Everytime I cross by someone's house I think "I wonder whats in there🤔 " not even just expensive houses im talking old houses especially since they have so many nooks and crannies. Its also interesting to just see how the average suburbian lives when compared to the ultra-rich. And coming from Someone who before 2021 lived in an old house and an ESPECIALLY large one there is always a peice of lore that is attacted to each of the oddities in the house like the object you never move or the room filled with random crap you don't need. And mostly it's just because I wanna see if they have like a gaming basement or something cause when I went in my dad friends house they had a basement with like 500 shovelware wii games and I had a category 5 austim moment I was thrilled lol.

[hjonko]

PT.2

They’re like this to me

Alternatively

[astragene]

Naugus staring down in judgement

[4nonymous-cr0w]

guys I think I may be hyperfixating on a person help????? We met and immediately skipped like 27 steps of friendship and are rocketing towards queerplatonic (autism be like that sometimes) and I'm DYING like I want to talk to him 24/7 this is an Issue

[spurdroid]

Remaking my silly intro

Uh oh! It's all sonic!

My name is Silv or Cain and I use they/it Pronouns.

I am a digital artist and 3d modeler but I also dabble in music and game design.

I have AuDHD and cannot be trusted (I will ramble for days on end)

My special interest is SONIC

That's all idk what else to say.

[raindropsandstardust-blog]

Swifties!!! Are you ready for it…?