#it’s Cus sensory issues

[s-darling-art]

Matching undercuts !!!

[insomniac-dormouse]

Raph doesn’t understand Donnie’s sensory issues, but he’s trying. He’s annoyed that he keeps ruining shirts for seemingly no reason tho

@nerves-nebula

[grymmdark]

why am i always so fuckin coldddddd man what the fuck

[akuasucc]

finally took oomfs advice and washed my braids djkd

[navysealt4t]

uhhh if anyone has binder recs do share!!!

[skenpiel]

its possible they left campus but i Got to find the sans cosplay trio and ask for a picture with themm…… i dont care about the other two but i want a picture with ht sans so fuckinf BADDDD oh god. aghrhh

[myapathyhaspeaked]

does anyone, when their head gets too full of noise, have their head suddenly turn, like you violently sneezed or an invisible man tried to break your neck

[lemonthing]

Reblog for larger sample size?

Edit: since there seems to be some confusion when I say sensory issues I mean any kind and the poll has no relevance on whether or not it effects your headphone/earbud decision, it's merely if you experience sensory issues or not

Edit 2: I'm sorry for not including a both option (I honestly just didnt think that many people had both cus theyre kinda expensive), if you wear both just pick your preference or which ones you prefer to use in public, if you dont have a preference then just choose other. Also people who say they hate both I totally agree with you but this is mostly just like if absolutely necessary (like in public) or just click other!

[thefearedashantis]

Buttered Noodles 

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Summary: James is understanding of your food sensitivities

Warning:  food sensitivity/sensory issue

*I personally dislike my food touching and creamy textures. Plus this is short and horribly written but what can be done.

- jermaine (シ_ _)シ

“That bush looks like a head of broccoli”

You don't say it because the bush necessarily looks like broccoli. It's simply the urge to talk nipping at you. The need to Distract yourself. Foods all that's on your mind at the moment. The bushes lining the street are the only things in your field of vision where its fixed out the car window.

Besides, what other food could a bush possible resemble but one of many tasteless greens.

James doesn't respond with anything other than a concerned glance. Usually on drives you'd be lounged out in the passenger seat, playlist cued up, serenading him with raspy heavy metal. But there you sit, stiff as a plank. Quiet except for the occasional mumble. Hands knotted in your lap placing wrinkles into your pretty clothes. Mouth pinned into a thin wobbling line. 

You'd met his friends before. They were kind so that wasn't the source of your stress. The trouble arose around the fact that it had been in a pub setting, where the only requirement was drinking and nodding along.

But this would be different. This was big.

A birthday dinner. Where you'd have to sit up straight at a dining table and contribute to conversation, answer and ask questions, smile. All while eating your meal in the same timely manner as everybody else. Not too slow and not too quickly. Not itty bitty spoonful's and not gaping mouthfuls. You'd have to pause between bites, swallow, have a sip of your drink and repeat. Not staring at your plate, make eye contact occasionally.

You've always been very sensitive with food. You grew up in a clean plate household. Only by the grace of the universe were you able to find someone as understanding about it as James. Exactly why you don't want to embarrass him in front of his friends with your pickiness.

You would try your best to stomach whatever was placed before you but boy would it be hard. When certain textures or smells or mixtures made your mouth watery and your palms sweaty.

Food touching. Utensils scraping. The mushy sound of chewing and the wet gulp of a swallow.

However, You'd grind your teeth and bare with the horrors if it meant making a good impression.

“I made sure to tell Moonie you have trouble with certain foods.” James is talking lowly as if afraid to startle you. 

“Huh?”

“Oh, I told Remus some of the things you don't fair well with-

Your eyes grow to twice the size in alarm "You shouldn't have put him out that way Jamie!"

The slight wobble of his head is done in apology. All you'd get, because he wasn't actually sorry. The movement sends his glasses slipping down his nose. You reach out on instinct to adjust them for him. "Its no stress mouse, he was happy to make sure you'd be accommodated"

And how would that appear. Everyone enjoying a full homemade roast dinner while James’ girlfriend poked and prodded at some frozen chicken strips and potato wedges? 

"I can eat whatever he prepares" Could and Would.

"You can. But you don't have to. Remember that." The grounding weight of his hand finds its place on your thigh and your shoulders immediately slump with a release of tension. "Take a breath for me love"

You've squeezed your fingers so tightly your nails have dug bloody crescents into your palms. They burn. Your face warms in a rapid flush. Maybe it wasn't too late to throw yourself from the car. 

"Yeah"

"If you start to feel icky we can always find you a safe food alright? It puts nobody out to make sure you’re well fed"

Icky. James' word for what was, in your head, unreasonable upset and stubbornness. There was a time when more cruel terms were hurled at you. When you sat in the kitchen until the morning doves began to coo. A plate of pasta long cold on the table. You liked pasta. Would have eaten the pasta if only the sauce hadn't been pre added for you. White and thick and slimy. Buttered noodles by themselves were delicious. But you weren't allowed to get yourself a fresh plate until you ate the one already given to you. Even if that meant going to school the next day on an empty stomach and not a wink of sleep. 

"Yes mum" You have to bite your cheek to keep from smiling at how thoughtful you actually found his actions, feigning upset by purposefully avoiding his gaze. He sees through this of course.

"There she is"

And you know by the crinkle at the corners of his eyes when he grins at you that James would gladly join in with any alternative option if it would make you feel more comfortable. Confident. All you had to do was ask and he'd do anything for you. 

[starsfic]

Experiment 1186, or Bigger Bodies Bobby BearHug, notoriously had complications of sensory and mobility after the creation procedure. But when hearing and verbal issues continued to persist after initial attempts at correctional surgery, Bigger Bodies Bubba Bubbaphant took initiative through unprompted research into nonverbal forms of communication, discovering a process known as American Sign Language, or ASL for short.

Anon: Poppy and her Angel come across another VHS tape as they make their way through the factory. The contents therein depict a high-level company scientist in a heated debate with a lower level employee over company ethics. This is nothing new to the Angel, as they were that lower level employee, and they remember that argument clear as day. The thing that caught them completely off-guard was what happened after their past self on tape had left and was well out of earshot. If their former superior and another colleague's following exchange were to be taken seriously, they very well could've become involuntarily marked as the next Bigger Bodies experiment subject had the Hour of Joy not derailed everything.

"What are you doing? Why are those things out of their cells?"

Normally, the sudden voice of the Doctor would have every scientist jumping. Dr. Harley Sawyer had shown a willingness to "volunteer" those who displeased him for the next round of experimentation. The scientists knew what these involved.

Many were sick for days afterward.

But, right now, all of them were more focused on the three in the center of the room. If the scientist sitting next to the Bigger Bodies had heard the Doctor, they didn't visibly react. Instead, they slowly worked through signing something before patting their chest.

Experiment 1183, also known as Bubba Bubbaphant, nodded and glanced at Experiment 1186, Bobby Bearhug, who had been staring at the scientist. Slowly, she raised her hands and followed the sign that the scientist laid out, finishing it by pointing at the scientist.

"Yeah, that's me," the scientist said as they signed the words. "You did really good!"

"Thank you," Bubba said, following their cue and signing the words. It was a little harder, considering he didn't have fingers, but the attempt was made. "Is there anything else you can teach us?"

Dr. Sawyer cleared his throat and the scientist jolted, finally noticing him. "Not right now," they signed. "Maybe you can go and show the others? I'm really proud of what you both have learned so far."

Bubba nodded, his expression drawing into a blank one. As he got up and helped Bobby get to her feet, the scientist turned to their boss.

"What is this?" Dr. Sawyer repeated. Instead of the normal anger, however, he looked curious.

"Bubba heard about Bobby's struggles with her voice and hearing," the scientist said. Their hands were still. "He took it upon himself to find an alternative method of communication for her. I was impressed and decided to try and help."

"Without permission. Both of you." The look in his eyes was strange, caught between glee at his experiments doing something new and the fury at being left out of the loop.

"Yes," the scientist admitted. "Without permission. The methods we were using to communicate with 1186 were clearly not working and violating several parts of the ethics clause in the work contract-" Anger overtook the glee.

"That is not your role to decide, Angel." Dr. Sawyer snarled, looming over them. The rest of the scientists turned away, leaving their coworker to the Doctor's mercies. "You have introduced unusual variables to this project and the damage you have caused is unknown."

"Damage?" Angel sputtered after a moment of gaping at him. "Bubba and I want to help her! Hell, there are tons of kids in Playcare that have issues with communication and the staff are just lumps on a log-"

Dr. Sawyer raised a hand. "You are clearly angry and unable to communicate-" he said. Sadistic glee joined the anger at the expression on Angel's face. "I am cutting these sessions short. If alternative communication is viewed as needed, we will review-"

"You can't-"

"Leave. I'm giving you the rest of the day off to cool down."

Angel looked around, but nobody met their eyes. Finally, they groaned before turning and marching out of the lab.

Dr. Sawyer lingered, watching where Angel had just left. "Schedule the next procedure for August, when the marketing campaign will start," he said. "If Nurse Angel demands to follow their name," He finally turned to his desk and unfurled blueprints. "Then they'll be an angel-"

The TV went dark.

Angel, ten years older now, stared at the TV. It hadn't been a surprise to find one down here in the labs, their old workplace, but they didn't expect to find this tape. "Fuck," they finally managed.

"You remember that?" Poppy asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do, I was so fucking mad-" But they hadn't expected Dr. Sawyer to plan on experimenting on them.

Fuck.

[ghxst-system]

just saw multiple people say theyre "jealous" of my disability??

AND THEN THEY USED *THEIR* DISABILITY AS A REASON TO BE JEALOUS

you do NOT wish u had to sit down, stay home, be in pain all the time or have complete numbness and partial paralysis ACTUALLY

"but im autistic with sensory issues" (direct quote)

SO AM I. STILL WOULDNT WISH MY DISABILITIES ON ANYONE!!

what planet are u living on where this is okay cus it isnt earth

[askhatchetfieldhigh]

Richie: Does Paul not like musicals or just not like the everything about the theater? Cus I get it, sensory issues be wildin. But uhhhhh, if he just hates them... good, keep it that way. Don't let him change.

I think its a mix of sensory issues and just... pure hatred...

~~ Richie :3

[bahfreak]

Can you do a fictive who will be fusion of two characters? ( idk how to call it) would prefer if source will be Genshin

sure thing. i decided on lynette and lyney.

room 017, lynne

names: lyn/lynne, lyney, lynette

pronouns: he/him, she/her, they/them, it/its, kit/kits, paw/paws, doll/dolls, lace/laces, cu/cute, 🃏/🃏s, 🎀/🎀s, 🐾/🐾s

terms: any, neutral preferred

genders: genderfluid, genderpunk, bingender, girlboyflux

orientation: aro-spike, pansexual

paraphilias: Ω, 🌷, 💐, 🎎, 🍬, 🔗 (meanings)

species: cat kemonomimi

cisids: purple eyes, ash blond hair, autistic, semi-verbal, sensory issues, fangs, eds

trisids: plural, dyslexia

transids: british, dog phobia, cfs, hpd, npd, introvert, dust allergy, blueamian

roles: magician, jester, delight

source: lynette and lyney from genshin impact

typing quirk: all lowercase

[i-love-fourswords]

just some four swords headcannons :3

I've had at least 7 or 8 years to think up some silly ideas for one of my favorite franchises!! Sooooo here is a (very) messy list of my favorite headcanons I've thought up so far!!!

Shadow is def gender fluid, ik its cliche to make the magic one genderfluid but like you cant tell me Shadow doesn't mess around with their gender expression every once in a while

With that, vio is comfortable wearing clothes "meant" for both genders, like he is confident he's a guy, he just likes to feel pretty yk???

Blue has sensory issues and red is always there to provide comfort for him, I like to imagine that blue can't handle many layers or textures and red always brings an extra pair of comfortable clothes for him when they go out or have to dress up!

Blue does laundry for everybody, not out of kindness, but because he has a specific way of doing it and nb else does it the right way.

shadow actually suffered a lot of change while in the black mirror (apologies I'm blanking on the name lmao) so his hands and feet and faded to black with claw like finger tips, their eyes have also faded to black with white pupils (cus yk we gotta do that angsty shit lmao

Any how! Ik that's not alot but it is my first post on my alt blog so id like it to be short and sweet, have a great day or night!!!

[bibibi-tchx]

Do you think baby Dom likes to be messy with pudding? Like smear it all over the table and draw in it

lil man got them sensory issues

like yea he’ll happily play with his mouse, or his sgetti- but baby probably refuses to even look at jelly (jEllO) unless his cgs are feeding it to him in the smallest of pieces where he can feel it jiggling

so chocolate mouse: damian somehow makes the BEST safe one for dominik, bcus our baby has a sensitive tum tum :( hes a sensitive boyo!

and when someone turns their back, theyll regret it in an instant because dominik has just straight up taken the mouse into both of his hands and shoved it everywhere: he wants to eat it quick and share the love!

damians a bit upset the first time, not really understanding why dom dont like the mouse he worked hard on, “whats wrong, mi niñito? don’t like it?” with a sad papi pout

but OH PAPI NO!!! THE OPPOSITE!!

“nuffin! loves it, papi! sharin’ it so the’s tadle-“

not table- tadle.

“so the tadle can has some too! is ‘ummy!” dominik says with a handful of mouse dripping from his fingers and a decent chunk of it dripping from his mouth as he gives damian the biggest, most toothiest grin ever

damian’s heart SWELLS cus this absolutely adorable lil boy loves his own food that hes specialised for him, and now he wants to share it

sure, with a table, but he loves it sm hes sharing it!

ty neko <3

[didderd]

adhd sans is such a relatable character, seeing as i have my own issues. i seriously struggle with stuff similar to his problems so it feels comforting knowing there's a skeleton just like me and a lot of other people

yes omg

i love Duck sm. projecting heavily onto this boi, especially with the comic.

fkn. sorry, i hope you don't mind me using your ask as an excuse to ramble abt my neurodivergent ass. you don't have to read this.

ramblings bordering on venting, but mostly jus cus i wanna talk abt my disorders more, but not in a venty way, but hhhh.. under read more:

ADHD is such a struggle, especially the executive dysfunctioning. ppl would assume that the Tourette's is the more crippling of the disorders i have, jus bc it's more physical and more like. known for being disabling(?) but at least in my case it's nothing compared to my ADHD symptoms.

the most my Tourette's does usually is bruise my wrist or make me have to stop what i'm doing (like literally just now stopping writing to snap my fingers and clap several times lmao hkgvhc) for a moment to tic.

but my executive dysfunction stops me from doing just about anything. chores, basic hygiene, important life shit, even eating and hydrating.

and my dissociating does the same thing as my tics, making me stop what i'm doing sometimes. or it'll make me have to like.. slow down and not able to look at what i'm doing while my vision is unfocused and i stare off into space or at whatever's directly in front of me lol.

the sensory problems also. sometimes i can't walk around in certain cloths bc the texture is too much. it feels like sand paper. (there's more i could say abt the sensory problems, but i need to stop rambling skdbvjsdvk)

anyways, yeah. so fkn grateful for adhd sans, bc now i have a character to pour all these problems into lmao.