#autistic headcannon

[autisticheadcanons]

Monica Geller from Friends is autistic! She often gets stereotyped as having OCD but she reads more as autistic to me. This is because:

-She has trouble connecting to people outside of the main group of friends

-She has very specific routines (the obsession with cleaning/cleanliness)

-She is often obsessive about things, and can go to extreme lengths to accomplish what is on her mind (such as making holes in the wall when trying to find out what the mysterious switch in Joey's apartment does)

-She can be rigid in her thinking, which leads to stubbornness and being bossy at times

-She likes organising things, and goes into intense detail when doing so

[miho-nishizoomi]

I like to think Miho Nishizumi is heavily and firmly in the middle of the Low Support Needs spectrum.

She's very shy and refuses to talk to others sometimes.

She's timid.

Her special interest are tanks.

She can be very soft-spoken.

I know those traits of hers aren't traits or symptoms linked to autism, but i like to think that they are common behaviours and traits present in those with autism of all levels.

I, myself the creator of this weird blog, am autistic myself and would consider myself to be low-moderate support needs.

I show those traits myself, i was considered to have social anxiety during the pandemic even! I'm very shy and hesitant to speak to anyone, even if they're talking about my special interest.

I can be very timid during confrontations, meaning that i can or won't defend myself verbally whenever someone is fighting or bullying me. I simply report it to teachers and let them do the work for me.

I used to have a special interest all about war and tanks included, which led me to watch Girls und Panzer back in the day. It was more of a hyperfixation i think to be fair, but still.

And i can speak very softly while i also can speak very quickly, but i also have a speech impairment.

[emieks]

Edward Horace Brandon AKA "Ed" from Nickelodeon's 1997 Good Burger is Autistic!

[thisblogisblank]

I feel like Furnoss would absolutely LOVE using slime as a stim toy, but because he's so warm it all just melts and gets everywhere and is overall a big hassle so he just. Never gets the chance to use it

[sillaygaydragons]

My boy, Starflight <3

He's probably my fav dragonet of destiny which is why this is long

He's an omni trans demiboy ace who is autistic with neopronouns he/they/flap/roar

Starflight is autistic, I don't make the rules; his special interest is collecting masses of information.

Don't particularly love that he has a crush on Sunny but he can keep it I guess, however, sunny is demisexual and siblingzoned Starflight so they don't become a couple.

Trans boy? Trans boy! Definitely a trans boy, but also a demiboy because he doesn't feel completely gender.

My guy picks up neopronouns every other day. His main ones are flap/roar because he thinks they sound cool. (and cute but he won't tell anyone that) He has a load of others like quill and pounce but I can't be bothered to think of a hoard of neopronouns.

He's ace as in yes for sfw kisses and no for anything nsfw, unlike Clay who is an indifferent ace, Starflight thinks it's icky. (Very valid of him)

He thought he had a crush on Jambu when he first saw him which definetly was messing with his crush on Sunny but turns out he just really likes the colour pink.

He stims with his hands (claws?) when he's thinking or explaining something.

Starflight and Fatespeaker are both autistic and personally I think they're a pretty cute t4t couple. (Fatespeaker is bigender but that's for another day)

Make sure to read the pinned post and send an ask!

[aluminum-allium]

Leman Russ Autistic Headcannons

Loud noises don’t bother him at all but he can get really visually overstimulated especially by paragraphs upon paragraphs of tiny text.

Leman is mostly very chatty and stims sometimes by making animalistic noises much to the annoyance of Magnus.

Oh god does he love wolves, It’s one of his special interest and he even has one of those belt tail things. (He also totally walks on all fours mostly to just to annoy Mags.)

Another one of his special interests is cooking! Although he doesn’t display it as much as his love for all things wolf,

He’s less talented when it comes to logistics than his brothers and it frustrates him to no end .

Leman can have a really hard time understanding the meaning behind what people are saying if he doesn’t know the person he’s talking to well.

[pigeon-wizard]

this is autistic hyperfixation at it's finest

[fafodill]

I like imagining Severus as a student, so utterly focused on his academics. His bad skin, the way other perceived him, his family... he couldn't control.

But potions he could. There was something comforting about having a recipe and being able to try and retry and redo and test and discover. Something so exciting. The first time he found a way - by himself - to make a potion more potent had been so exhilarating.

Finally he had something. His thing. Something that felt right, that belonged to him.

Sure making potion could be dangerous but it still felt safer than people. Ingredients were friends, whispering secrets to him if he listened close enough. -----

I worked on this drawing for a long time. The second one was my first attempt and even though I liked the colors I wasn't happy with it. I let it rest and finally decided to redraw him altogether.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Wanda Maximoff x autistic!reader headcannons

Authors note: These are all my headcannons of autistic!reader, which are in turn based on me. This is rather self-indulgent, but when writing for autistic!reader I only have my own experiences as an autistic person to work with.

-Wanda is so very sweet when you become overstimulated.

-She makes sure you have what you need to avoid a meltdown.

-When you're having a same-food she'll buy it for you no matter what it is. Whether it's frozen TV dinners, McDonald's, and something from a restaurant. If it's the one thing she can get you to eat she'll make sure you have it.

-She turns her office into a sensory room for you. She still has her computer in there, but she hangs up fairy lights, a sensory swing, a projector of space for the ceiling, and a tent bed you could hide away in when you needed it

-When you get overstimulated she stays close, but doesn't touch unless you initiate it.

-She always carries extra of everything on her clothes, food, drinks, headphones, stim toys, meds...you get the idea.

-She helps get you communication cards and a pride pals lanyard with all the pin plaques you picked out. Of course you grabbed all the autistic and ADHD pins

-She loves listening to you when it comes to your special interests. She engages with it no matter what it is, even if she doesn't understand she'll ask all of the questions to learn more and to hear you talk.

-Wanda always makes sure if you aren't comfortable talking then she'll talk for both of you. She will check in with you to make sure you're okay.

-The two of you have special signs to each other so the other knows if the other is okay or if you need to exit stage left.

-With your love language being gift giving you're constantly finding things that remind you of Wanda and you'll get it without thinking (Wanda gave up on trying to tell you not to do this)

-Wanda learned early on in the relationship that due to childhood trauma due to being autistic you regress at times. She loves taking care of her little girl.

[sillybilly4]

Nonverbal because he’d be too powerful

Littlest sibling privileges ig

Also no I totally don’t change Shamura’s eye count every time I draw them, that would be stupid

[afterartist]

Someone please give Soundwave a raise

He puts up with so much

[autisticheadcanons]

All 3 movie versions of Willy Wonka are Autistic. I have no idea about beacuse i never read or listined to it.

[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Somebody told Vox about Shark Week and he immediately decided to recreate it in Hell because it meant he could just take over everyone's TV's and infodump abt sharks for a week straight and nobody could stop him. The other Vees have tried but eventually gave up. Alastor hops on the radio every year and just talks about how dolphins are cooler then sharks for an entire day just to piss off Vox. He doesn't actually care about dolphins he just wants to rile Vox up. Vox retaliates with a segment called "Why sharks are cooler then dolphins(fuck you Alastor)". Shark Week is an annual event and everybody just kinda has to sit through it.

[thief-of-eggs]

Zukka where it’s Sokka with that audhd rizz, Zuko with that autism rizz (aka it’s all- “wanna see my collection of rocks shaped like boomerangs???” and “yeah, ok.” ((they basically just confessed their undying love))

[effy-writes]

Haiii! I adore your writing and I just wanted to know if you'd be okay with writing head cannons for poly fizz and Ozzy X male reader where the reader has autism and gets super overwhelmed and overstimulated from noises, eg if it's too loud, if its too quiet, if theres too many noises at once and because of this they practically always where headphones? Thank you either way!!!!

ofc!!!!

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Fizz x Ozzie x Male!Autistic! Reader HC

content warning: overstimulating and overwhelming loud noises, vague ableism

requests are open!

•Because you get overstimulated and overwhelmed from loud noises/or pure silence Fizz and Ozzie bought you noise cancellation headphones.

• Speaking of loud noises, they try their best to keep you in a comfortable environment. When you and Fizz are in public he'll always keep an eye on you. Occasionally he'll ask stuff like "Do you need anything? Do you want me to take you somewhere else?" etc.

• Once Fizz and Ozzie met you, the two decided to have a low stimulation hours at Ozzie's! Which basically consisted of dim lights and little to no noise at the restaurant. If somebody complains about it then they'll kick them out.

• You never go a day without your headphones, and sometimes you'll get weird looks for wearing headphones inside. Ozzie once beat up a guy for making fun, while Fizz took you out of that environment since he didn't want you to see your boyfriend beating somebody up.

• If you do forget to bring your headphones (which is rare) both Ozzie and Fizz have backup ones.

• Sex can especially overstimulate you, but you three found ways to make it more enjoyable for you.

• One day you were so burnt out that you couldn't even go to Fizz's performances. So, Ozzie facetimed you so you could see Fizz perform!!

• You always talk down on yourself because you need extra help with things, but the two always reassures you that they don't care that you may need extra help with things. They love you and will do anything to make you feel safe/happy.