#or like. ways to stim more discreetly

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

throwing this into the queue but like. it's lowkey been bothering me. so i'm asking my fellow tumblr weirdos.

since the summer, i realised that listening to music even on one ear is fucking great for my spoons. being in a stressful situation immediately gets way easier. especially during school - lots of noise, lots of people (i don't like), little sleep, little motivation, did i mention all the Noisy People - it really helps to put on some music during breaks. i just. get away from the situation a little and save some spoons and stuff.

but i've also started doing it basically every possible second, whether strictly necessary or not, and it does make conversations with my friends harder. which is also annyoing to me bc i care about them and when it looks like it's gonna be a longer conversation but i still get at least a minute of music, i'll turn it off too, but.

anyways my friend recently got annoyed about me not understanding her that well bc she was on the side i was listening to music with (i asked to switch sides) and said it's really unhealthy that i can't function without music anymore. should i try to like, at least cut it down significantly? i mean, i used to get through an entire week without needing music that badly. but also. i used to not be so overwhelmed by everything. i don't know.

[mandoriana]

HEADCANON OF ARTHUR PENDRAGON

Okay, so maybe I'm designing a little bit, but I really think Arthur has autism and Merlin ADHD, so I brought some headcanon on Arthur and then I'll bring a post with Merlin headcanon.

Arthur definitely feels he needs to earn everything in his life, like affection, respect, or any form of good things happening to him.

He saves lives, or so he says, but it's more like he's saving to try to make up for the ones he took and to earn the right to be alive, which is an absurd thing to believe, but he believes it.

Arthur used to stim by waving his hands or humming a tune, but his father saw this as impertinence and disobedience, so he started punishing Arthur whenever he did it.

Gaius identified signs of "mental illness" in Arthur at the age of 8, and when he told Uther, he was ordered never to tell anyone.

Arthur feels ashamed of himself, so he would rather die than tell anyone about his "illness."

This often leads to people misunderstanding him, but part of him feels that this is what he deserves. Like, he thinks he would hate being judged for his mental illness because he doesn't like the idea of his actions being retroactively justified or excused, not being self-aware enough to realize that this horribly elevated sense of hyper-responsibility over simply screwing up everything in his life is, in itself, a response to trauma. Also, he is the biggest hypocrite, wanting to save lives but never trying to save himself, always putting himself in danger without caring about his own life.

Arthur has some insane standards that he forces himself to meet. He works non-stop as a prince and knight, always doing something, unable to stay still or even sleep until everything is done. He skips meals, neglects his well-being, puts everything at risk, and expects himself to do this every day, every hour, without fail, every time.

The main reason Arthur never had a personal servant for too long is that no one could understand the prince's needs; they brought the wrong breakfast, at the wrong time, and in the wrong way; they tried to touch him without permission or approached too quickly, which unnerved the prince; they also cleaned his room and left everything with strong smells that Arthur hated.

His comfort food is fig pudding, but his father forbade him from eating it to not ruin his diet and good looks. Merlin steals some pies for Arthur when he feels his prince is down.

Arthur doesn't like rough fabrics or tight clothes.

Physical contact is not accepted unless Arthur initiates it himself.

He can't stand strong smells, so he abhors being near some court ladies who overdo it with perfume.

His hyperfocus is on war strategies and Greek tragedies.

Arthur loves wearing armor; the weight of the armor and his cape brings him comfort.

When overwhelmed, Arthur crouches, wraps himself in his cape, and covers his ears.

He feels really hurt when someone speaks ill of him because he doesn't know when they are being sincere or not, the only exception being Merlin, whom Arthur knows is just joking.

Merlin is his emotional support person.

The first time Arthur had a sensory overload in front of Merlin, he expected to be punished for it, but Merlin just started questioning what Arthur needed and began taking care of him.

Arthur's comfort person is Merlin.

Arthur gets anxious in crowded places, but if Merlin is in sight, he can calm down.

When he becomes king and needs to give speeches, Merlin stands behind him, discreetly holding his hand so Arthur doesn't feel nervous.

To the knights, Arthur is the serious and quiet part of the duo, but when he is alone with Merlin, he talks a lot.

He likes to give gifts to Merlin, especially clothes that he finds comfortable and in beautiful colors.

Merlin has an almost inexhaustible energy, always moving and doing something. This can be irritating to some, but Arthur finds comfort in Merlin's constant and active presence.

When Arthur has a sensory overload, Merlin knows exactly what to do to calm him down. He creates a calm and safe environment, using his magic to block excessive stimuli.

Arthur has a very rigid daily routine that he follows religiously. Any interruption or unexpected change can make him extremely anxious. Merlin is the biggest advocate for his prince's routine and never lets anything interrupt Arthur.

Besides war strategies and Greek tragedies, Arthur has a deep interest in heraldry and genealogy. He can spend hours studying coats of arms and family trees.

Arthur prefers direct and clear communication. He can get frustrated with indirectness or sarcasm, except when it comes from Merlin, whom he understands better.

Arthur is sensitive to bright lights and prefers environments with soft lighting. He avoids large halls lit by many chandeliers.

Arthur has a collection of small objects that he finds comforting, like smooth stones or old medallions. He likes to hold these objects when he is stressed.

Arthur prefers to focus on one task at a time. He feels overwhelmed when he has to deal with multiple responsibilities simultaneously.

Arthur feels safer in small, confined spaces, like inside a closet or under the bed, rather than in large halls or open areas.

Arthur has an exceptional memory for details, especially related to battles and strategies. He can precisely remember troop movements in past battles.

Before each battle or important event, Arthur follows a specific preparation ritual that helps him focus and calm down.

Arthur sometimes has difficulty reading other people's emotions, which can lead to misunderstandings. He relies on Merlin to help him interpret the intentions of those around him.

[lostlosersclub]

So. Nico Di Angelo HCs :>

ANSBDJDJJ GLADLY!!

be prepared for so much projection

ok so:

• nico is trans, and came out to bianca during the lotus casino. she helped him cut his hair afterwards

• he is also autistic and had a special interest in mythomagic for a long time

• part of why hes not great at interacting with others is the autism

• oh right just bc i say so he also has ocd, ptsd, anxiety, panic disorder, and depression

• hades was always very accepting. i just feel like he would give nico a binder while he was on his own

• binds for way too long. will (who is also trans btw) lectures him on binder safety daily

• he is also physically disabled from his powers. i hc him as using mobility aids. i also hc him as having a hellhound service dog when hes older

• he is often described as twisting his skull ring in the books, so i say that its him fidgeting and stimming discreetly

• favorite fruit is pomegranate

• had an especially hard time grasping the fact that hes gay because he felt guilty for being trans

• when he was outed, cupid also outed him as trans. when jason was the only one who knew, jason would pull him aside to check that he was binding safely

• listens to emo music but less like mcr and stuff hes more of a midwest emo listener

• always wears tons of jewelry like rings and necklaces because he likes fidgeting with them

• wears headphones around his neck for sensory issues, but also to block out the voices of the dead

• has very light freckles and a mole right under his right eye

• goes nonverbal when super stressed out and is prone to panic attacks

• get sunburnt very easily

• lets his hair grow out a bit to around shoulder length once he’s older

• got his ears pierced when he was little, and kept them in to this day

• got more piercings as he got older

• got a star tattoo to match will

sorry this is so long im very passionate about my boy

[midnightwryter]

🚦Traffliclight Trio Shenanigans

Fandom : LEGO Monkie Kid Characters : Red Son, MK, Mei

➥ CW/TW : Implied Spicynoodles/Implied Dragonfruit/Implied Chimera(?)

Hidden Enjoyment ? ➠ Red Son dealing with two people who people on the 'hero's side' isn't usually like him. He doesn't show it much but he can't help find hidden enjoyment in their presence. It's somewhat a comforting feeling. When Mei teases him for being a hero though, he disagrees but tolerates it for them.

Texting !! ➠ Mei and MK having Red Son in a group chat with them is somewhat entertaining. Doing stims and Red Son is often confused about it, so they both have to explain it to him in a way he can understand. In which, he does understand it and after sometime he starts to do it as well. To add on, Red Son probably does some proper form of texting, using full words and sentences. MK and Mei however, probably started texting with both semi-full sentences, shortcuts and tag tones. After some time though, they quickly understood each other even if the text is full of key smashing.

Physical Affection !! ➠ MK and Mei hug and have that good buddy buddy affection they aren't afraid to do in public. Red Son occasionally does the arm touches with both of them and small acts of affection, but doesn't do it often in public. In worry of what his parents or other people would think of the Demon Bull King's son. In private though, MK and Mei assure him that it's okay to show physical affection. He likes the reassuring affection, he doesn't ask for it of the other two, but discreetly asks for it if he's desperate enough.

Warmth !! ➠ In cold weather, MK likes to huddle up between Mei and Red Son. Both having Pyrokinesis, they aren't affected much to the cold. Well Mei at least- because it wasn't too long ago that she had Pyrokinesis.

Partners in Crime !? ➠ Red Son holding both MK and Mei's hands like, "This is my boyfriend. This is my girlfriend."

Protection !!! ➠ These three are considerably protective over each other. Being able to react quickly and take action, no matter the threat. Or if something startles them. Like, a bug. To add on, Red Son is probably the one to consider protecting the other two the most because he is an Demon born with Immortality. Often trying his best to remind the other two that they are mortals, who unfortunately who can succumb to sickness, injuries and death... While MK isn't and does not have Invincibility like he use to, he and Mei are both mortals still with powerful abilities with skills they would still need to learn more in the future.

Combat !! ➠ The trio is noticeably experienced in combat in and with their own skillsets. They all have speed... Red Son probably having the most experience, he is skilled in close combat usually using just his fists to throw calculated hits and punches, and often dodging if he's able to. He also uses his pyrokinesis to aid himself in close combat. MK is able to use his Golden Staff for close combat, and sometimes long ranged combat(via controlling the size of it.) When he did not have his Golden Staff, he is able to do close combat to an extent. Even wrestling if it counts. Mei has her swordsmanship, being any to wield the Dragon Blade at ease. Making her a skilled sword fighter. She also possesses the abilities of Dracokinesis and Pyrokinesis, being able to use draconic energy and control fire to her will. TLDR !! - If they are coordinated enough, they should be able to fight alongside together. Hopefully in sync enough their abilities aren't able to collide with one another.

[vaguelyapeanutbutterandjelly]

Tism, but military propaganda

Task force 141 x Autistic!Gn!Reader Warnings: None really A/N: I feel like theres a good chunk of the cod fandom is people who saw the mw2 remake and heard "A new hand touches the beacon". But with a special interest y'know, anyways shout out the the autistic propaganda enjoyers, I love y'all. John Price

Once you tell Price, he had to do a lot of research. He knew autism existed and you would have sensory needs because of it, but that was about it.

He goes through his entire house to make sure you'd be comfortable in it (When he learned how certain fabrics make you feel he found any he had in his house and chucked them in the bin.)

Horrible at remembering information and lore about your special interest(s), that doesn't mean he doesn't try though.

Every time you start talking about it Price stops what he's doing if he can and listens to you and asks questions even if it's a very niche topic.

Sometimes when he has a stack of paperwork to do he'll ask you to talk to him about it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves your voice.

When he can, Price will stock up on all of your safe foods so even while he's deployed you'll have a little stash to eat. When his missions last months on end don't be surprised if you find "random" packages of your safe foods and snacks at your doorstep.

If or when you both move in together, you have free rein to make the house perfect for your needs.

Posters, figures or stuffies you want to put around the house because they make you happy? Weird little thing you picked up on a whim that looks a little questionable? Copious amounts of little trinkets?

Put them anywhere you'd like.

Tell him offhandedly one day about how much you despise the overhead lights in rooms Price is already asking your opinions on different small lamps.

Doesn't completely understand what stimming is but he's supportive. He buys you any fidget toys, chew-able things or anything of the like if you want them.

He'll be a little concerned if you vocal stim a lot but tell him it's a normal thing and he'll just say "Oh, alright"

The second you start getting overstimulated or just done with being in public, Price already has his keys out. If your not happy he's not happy, if he can you'll find yourself out of that situation and going home in record timing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Lets be honest, Ghost is too.

When you tell him he gives you a thumbs up and asks what some of your sensory needs are.

His special interest is anything knives, so if yours is anything related to knives you're in luck. One of the only times he'll be extremely talkative is if you ask him about them.

For the most part though, Ghost prefers to listen to you talk about what you like. He likes listening to your voice, it calms him down.

If you see some merch of something you really love, or a stuffed animal of your favorite animal he'll not-so-discreetly use his military money to good use.

Not only is Ghost extremely good at listening to you talk about your special interest(s), but he has a weirdly good memory when it comes to it as well.

He could forget what he had for breakfast but he could repeat that fun fact you told him a week ago word for word.

Not great at cooking, actually pretty bad at it, but if he can find a recipe on a dish that you love he'll make sure that it's cooked perfectly to how you like it. Just for you.

Ghost understands how hard it can be to de-mask, both literally and mentally, and he still struggles sometimes on what is him and what is his mask. So if you start trying to learn to de-mask more he'll be extremely supportive.

If you ever go non-verbal around him, Ghost would not care at all (In a good way)

Most likely already knows BSL if you want to sign with him, otherwise he doesn't mind trying to find a way to communicate.

Chances are if you start getting over stimulated or uncomfortable somewhere, he doesn't want to be there either so he'll be happy to just up and leave. If you're too nervous to excuse yourself, he'll bluntly tell whoever is there that you're both leaving and do just that.

Ghost doesn't stim a lot but he loves when you do. He sees it as you feeling safe and comfortable enough around him that you're open with your expression.

When he goes on deployment, he always leaves some little trinket he knows you'll love on the kitchen counter for you to find

Usually it's a new fidget, something related to your special interest, or something skull related

He always feels so happy when he sees or hears you stimming around him in any way, it just reminds him how he loves you. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

The king of making sure all your needs are met

Also, amazing communication skills, he always makes sure to check in with you to see how you're doing throughout the day

If you let him, he'll host little 'slumber parties' where he'll gather a bunch of snacks, blankets and let you pick a show/movie for you both to watch.

Bonus points if it's something you've seen a million times before, he loves when you know little tid-bits about your favorite movies

Loves listening to you talk about any special interest you may have

He's a curious lad so expect him to ask a lot of questions about everything

Off topic, Gaz makes really good french toast.

Gaz is really good at memorizing the brands you like, he absolutely refuses to buy you a different brand without consulting you first.

"Angel, they're out of the normal one, should I get something else or forget it?"

Researches your special interest(s), especially if it's really niche or taboo, so he can keep up with you

If he sees anything with your special interest on it he'll buy it without a thought if you don't stop him

He finds any of your stimming adorable

If you own any chelwery/things to chew on he'd get interested and buy one for himself

Absentmindedly gnaws on it when he's doing something mundane, not a big fan of how much it makes him salivate though

If you get overstimulated when you're both out and about Gaz would find a quiet and secluded area for you both to take a break at.

If you tell him you just want to head home he won't judge you, he'd do anything to make sure you're happy and comfortable John 'Soap' Mactavish

*Cough* diagnosed ADHD *cough*

Will spend 30 minutes looking at two different brands of one of your safe food trying to remember which is the 'good' one

He ended up having to call you after he started convincing himself you didn't even like the food

Heard you joking about liking sharks once and now he buys everything shark themed he saw

100% will talk to people if you don't want to/feel uncomfortable talking

Will also punch someone if they make fun of your autistic traits within 50 miles of him

He'll trade facts about your special interests for facts about different explosives

Soap would try to teach you how to make a bomb

Soap would deny ever trying to teach you how to make a bomb

Soap would high five you if you ever "somehow" learned how to make a bomb and then blew something up with it

If you don't like overhead lights because they're icky he'll replace all of the normal lights in the house with disco bulbs

Can't fold like a wet tissue to bright lights if you're too busy boogieing

Usually hates doing dishes by hand because of, ironically, the soap

But if it comes down to it and you cringe at the mere thought of touching wet food, he'd happily wash dishes in your honor

He knows that he can be pretty loud so when he's around you he'll make a conscious effort to be a little quieter

Painfully oblivious most of the time so if you start to get overstimulated and need to leave someplace, you’ll probably have to point blank tell him

Once you do though you're both out of there

Soap does everything short of picking you up and sprinting to the exit

--------------- Hope this was good, please don't steal this and reposts are appreciated. Thanks for readin'

[saraph-smidgens]

Prologue - Away With The Fairies

I've always been pretty good at recounting my thoughts and experiences and putting them into my writing, so I'll recount this as best as I can in the most story-like way that I can.

October 31st, 2024. Just yesterday, right? The day I first posted on this blog, which occured right after the “experience” that's probably going to have “quite an impact on my everyday life”.

I'd ordered Domino's© to eat, my usual: Texas BBQ and chicken strippers. BBQ and garlic and herb dips. Standard. Two YouTube series that I love had been updated and I had happily consumed the new content along with the meal.

Despite the hot electric blanket and chocolate drink in my skull-shaped mug, I felt… incredibly bored. I watched Coraline for the 1000th time, which I obviously loved, but it didn't lift the heavy feeling in my chest. Neither did putting on super loud music and coming up with music videos in my head for my blorbos. All that did was give me a headache.

Yet again, for probably the 10th year in a row, I'd done nothing for Halloween. I still remember one day, in my old house, where I went trick-or-treating. I don't remember my costume, only going out with my mom across the street and one of my neighbours happily complimenting it.

I know I've long overgrown that spooky ritual, but still, why couldn't I have at least worn a costume to post on Instagram or something?

I just want my life to be more interesting.

Right when I finished that thought, I felt some… change in me. The heaviness in my chest itched and swirled and tightened, and a flurry of half-baked ideas grasped my brain for a moment before leaving as quickly as they arrived. It was similar to the tightness I feel in my chest sometimes when reading an especially angsty fanfiction.

I shook my head and tucked a few strands of sweaty curls behind my ear. It probably meant nothing, just my mind’s way of stimming from the new fandom content I had been handed on a silver platter just a couple of hours ago.

I would've thought nothing else of it if there wasn't a stranger sitting at the foot of my bed.

Before I could comprehend anything else about the image in front of me, I instinctually went to scream bloody murder.

But my throat tightened.

“Hey… Hey!” soft words fell out of the figure’s mouth, “keep quiet, okay?”

My whole body was shaking, and I tried to discreetly turn my head to look towards my desk, where my usual pair of scissors sat. I quickly discarded that idea. At that moment I was tucked underneath my duvet and aforementioned electric blanket, and the figure was in a kneeling position, back straight and looking down at me. They were in a much better position to leap up and grab the sharp item.

Instead I tried to control my sharp breathing and fully comprehend what I was looking at.

A trick-or-treater who didn't share my opinion on when you had outgrown the tradition, I guessed.

Their light purple minidress practically glowed from the glitter on it reflecting the light from the TV, which was currently playing another series that I was mildly obsessed with.

Their hair was an organised mess of voluminous curls, some let loose and others tied with a pink bow to create a half-up half-down style.

Their giant purple butterfly wings where could you get ones that looked so realistic?! almost fluttered a little every time they rocked on their knees, and I could catch a glimpse of a pair of purple heels with little fake butterflies attached to the straps that encircled their ankles.

“Um,” I choked out, every muscle in my legs and arms locking up from adrenaline, “nice costume and all, but trick doesn't equate to home invasion.”

They stared at me for a few seconds before sighing softly and rolling their eyes, “God, I know you're dumb and all, and that you Combos get blinded by fear, but this is kind of a hard thing to miss unless you have literally never looked in the mirror, which I know is not true.”

I stared back for a long minute, my mind just as frozen in my body, before it clicked.

That's. My. Fucking. Face.

My mind came back and immediately rushed around for an explanation. Several came forward.

“No,” the clone(?) interrupted, “you're not dreaming.”

Well, maybe-

“There were no drugs in the Domino's©. Probably.”

Hmm, well-

“I didn't make a silicone mask of your face-”

What if-

“Enough!” They yelled and my thoughts escaped me for a moment.

“First of all,” they sighed, “I can hear your internal dialogue, use she/her please. I know you say on your profiles to use any pronouns but I'm kind of the reason you mildly prefer this set,” they- she then gestured towards her extremely feminine outfit.

But cl-

“I know that clothes don't equal gender, you know what I'm trying to say though.”

“Sorr- wait, wait, wait. Explain literally everything else you've said the past minute. You can hear my thoughts? What do you mean you're why I tend towards she-”

“Oh my God,” her wings stretched out enough to touch the walls, “how has it not clicked yet?! Am I not good enough at my job?!”

I glanced towards my TV again, peeking over her right wing, and let my eyes linger on what was playing. An episode from a YouTube show that I fell in love with in 2018, and left the fandom in 2021, before returning to just a few months ago-

“Do you get it now?”

Everything settled into place.

“You… You're a si-”

“We prefer the term smidgen, actually.”

“...why?”

“Well, y'know how a while ago you were writing a fanfic for that show and wanted some synonyms to use for that word? That was one of the ones you didn't pay attention to when googling it, but I kept it.”

“That doesn't explain why.”

She shrugged, “I don't know, it's just cute.”

I laid back, my head involuntarily shaking gently with my mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air after being caught and tossed into the bottom of a boat.

“What are you then? Give me a whole exposition dump, I can take it.”

“I-” she smiled and stretched her arms out to feel the giant butterfly wings, “am your Creativity.”

“Oh,” I hummed, “like Ro-”

“This is nothing like that show, alright?! Sure, our manifestations as people are partially inspired by it but that also comes from, like, Inside Out, and that one CGI short film about two parts of a guy's brain trying to woo a lady! Sever the connection now, I'm begging you!”

The outburst had me pressing my back to my headboard, looking at a copy of my own face with eyes that I then realised were not protected by a pair of glasses and were pointedly not dark brown. And with no pupils. Quite a wacky pair of contacts, I guess.

Then, I quickly sat up, “I- listen, this whole little act has been real cute but you need to leave my hou-”

“Saraph!” She yelled, and continued before I could comment, “don't ask what I know you will, the reason I know your nick-and-name is simple and it's because I. Am. You! Well, a very strong part of you. The bit of you that fell in love with Alexa from Barbie And The Diamond Castle and wants her to be a cottagecore lesbian couple with Liana-”

Something in me snapped, and my breathing picked up again, though the type of fear I was experiencing as I curled up into a ball in my bed was different from the one I felt when I realised I wasn't alone in my bedroom.

“And then Mariposa and Princess Catiana were also- wh- hey, wait, c’mon, it's-”

The other me’s voice became distant as tears welled up in my eyes.

“I've fucking lost it,” I whispered, “I knew the paranoia and floating colours meant there was something up but I decided it was nothing so I said nothing and now I've gone off the deep end, I'm literally talking to myself but I was a fairy princess and-”

“It's okay,” the voice came back, the speaker's wings having relaxed at her sides, “you're not crazy or insane or anything like that, I know for a fact you aren't. You're imaginative at worst- honestly I kinda wish you were mad because that would make writing surrealism much easier- listen, I know that this is very new for you but, well, you kind of asked for it.”

“H-how?” I breathed out.

“Well, about 5 minutes ago you thought to yourself, quote-unquote ‘I just want my life to be more interesting’.”

I groaned and uncurled my body, pressing my hands to my face, “God, I did, didn't I?” I then let my arms fall and sat up again, “but I didn't know this would happen!”

“So?” Creativity smiled, “you're always wanting change. And you're good at adapting to it. This could be a good opportunity for learning new things about ourselves… And for drawing and writing. Like with everything you do.”

I stopped and looked at her, “you just asked me to not make referenc-”

“I meant what I said!” she snapped, but it was gentler than before, “but I just had to get that line in.”

“Alright,” I nodded, “okay, alright, cool.”

For the first moment in the last few, long moments, it was quiet. I realised then that, with this revelation, I might not have as many opportunities for silence as before. Even though I've craved a lack of unnecessary noise for years.

At that moment, I couldn't help but look at the large, thin, pink-purple appendages which stuck out of Creativity's back.

“I like the wings,” I mumbled.

Creativity grinned and stretched them out again, “aw, thanks. They really drive the point home, huh?”

I nodded, “I was going to ask if they were real but I doubt you could have that much control over some pieces of fabric.”

“There probably is someone out there who has created mechanical cosplay wings that you can move,” the smidgen mused, “but you're right. They're real. Well, as real as the rest of me.”

My right pointer finger and thumb came up to rub at my eyes, “so, what happens now?”

“You're sleepy,” Creativity stated, “and on top of that, the clock is about to strike midnight, so I must be gone now if you are to slumber.”

“Why are you talking like that?” I yawned, “I don't like Disney that much.”

“It's the first thing you thought of, isn't it?”

“I guess…” another yawn made a crackly sound fill my ears.

Creativity finally got up from her kneeling position, instead standing on the carpeted floor. The heels made her tower over me from where I shifted to lay down more.

Her voice softened, “your art and writing's going to get so much better from this, let me tell you.”

Before I could respond, she had sunk out.

The room somehow felt emptier than it did before she arrived, but that was soon mended by one of my cats jumping up onto the bed and curling up in the place Creativity had sat just a moment ago.

My eyes grew heavy and my thoughts began to slow down in the way they always did as my brain tried to convince me to sleep.

A human-like being representing all my creative ideas, who I can talk to face-to-face and go over my reverie with…

Maybe that could be better.

Yeah, fucking weird right? Who would've thought the embodiment of my Creativity would take inspiration from my childhood love of Mattel, Inc.'s Barbie movies? And why those ones and not the Rapunzel one? A recluse, introverted painter seems more fitting to my personality than Mariposa. Oh well, I'm writing this right after I woke up on the morning of November 1st, meaning that the spooky month is officially over unless you're those two kids.

Reiterating what I said at the start, I'm pretty good at writing out shit that's happened to me in the form of a story, huh? There may have been a few pieces of dialogue that I missed out but I just woke up, alright? And I was in a state of panic for most of it. Forgive me for my imperfect memory.

I hope this was at least mildly enjoyable for you, and if so, I'll post any more strange happenings with these “smidgens.” as long as this gets more than a handful of notes on Tumblr.

Have a good start to the month with the American colonisation holiday!

[agedre]

Hello! I want to get fun gear for my dreaming but 1. My parents will judge me and 2. I can’t find anything I like at Dollar Tree. Any tips for what to do about either of those? 🚀🧸��️🌈🖍️

hello! i hope you don’t mind my answering this publicly, i figure other people could potentially add some other tips!!

🌙 try getting something more discreet! plushies are typically a good option since they can be for everyone of all ages! there are also things like adult coloring books and stim toys! also, try using little themed items like colored socks, baby lotion, and

🌙 look at online shops! amazon typically has cheap stuff if you can get it or have prime! if not, there are other shops like etsy and such that sell cute stuffed animals, clothes, books and etc for cheap!

🌙 if you can’t find anything online or are unable to make online purchases, rather than dollar tree you could go to stores like five below or cheaper places in the mall if you have one near you! you should be able to find cheap and discreet childlike items to help with your dreaming, like cute journals and stationary, books, plushies, games and stim toys, and such.

🌙 if you manage to find things like pacifiers and obvious child items that you like and are able to buy, i’d suggest keeping only one or two of them and hiding them in things like your pillowcase or a shoebox! that way you can use them discreetly without anyone finding them or questioning you.

i hope any of these help!! i’m honestly not sure what else i could suggest but if anyone else has any ideas to help this kiddo that would be amazing!!! i’m sorry you’re not able to dream freely and in peace, but one day you will, i promise!!! i’m wishing you the best of luck!!

[rhadinesthes]

[I decided to make a compilation post of Martin's stim/tic. 'Cause that's a perfectly normal thing to do. It's a lot of text, but if you just want to see the moments, I made all the relevant timestamps blue, 'cause that's a fun color. Honestly, this is becoming A Problem for me.]

So here's the deal. Recently, I was made aware that Martin has this stim/tic where he sticks his tongue out and bites at his lips, often without seeming quite aware of it. It sorta fascinates me (and it's cute), so I decided to keep an eye out for it.

(Usually I tend to rather closely watch his gaze dart around in every direction as if he has no idea where to look. I definitely think it's at least partly an anxiety thing, but now I wonder if it's also an eye contact issue. Ah yes, that thing I never do and always forget about.)

Actually, it's not hard to find footage showing this behavior, so I've compiled a list. As I was watching these vids, I observed actions that I would place into three rough categories: Martin outright sticking his tongue out, Martin biting/pulling at his lips with his teeth/lips, and Martin sort of... very visibly licking his lips, I guess. The third category is hard to describe, which makes the timestamps I've listed quite useful for comparison. Additionally, I've noticed that sometimes he looks down just before or while he does these things, as if he's a bit self-conscious. Other times, he just goes for it. There are also moments whether by angles or video quality or just his movements, one doesn't necessarily see his tongue, but his mouth moves in this very characteristic way which strongly implies to me that he's doing something of this sort. Many of those (some from videos not featured here) seemed too minor to list, so I didn't. I think he has a lot of mouth tics that are just difficult to describe. Interestingly, I also noted Dave and even Fletch licking their lips, though they (usually) did it less often and more discreetly than Martin. (I've colored Dave's timestamps green and Fletch's yellow.) Frankly I don't know what the threshold is for it to cross over from being done in an average/normal way to being done in a tic/stim way. I likely didn't even catch all of the times Fletch and Dave do this sort of thing, as whenever Martin is visible, he has my complete attention.

As an aside, I also have the impression that the way he's always raising his eyebrows is also part of this to some extent. I also noticed that he rubs the sides of his nose a lot. In addition, it seems to me that much of his laughter is very… nervous. Forced, even. Seeking approval, even. It wouldn't surprise me if those are also tics/stims. It's as if he's always laughing things off that he otherwise… wouldn't. I know it's been >40 years, and there's absolutely nothing I can say that hasn't been said 100 times before, but man. I feel alone in this anyway.

The list included here is certainly not exhaustive, however, since I haven't seen every video... and frankly, I don't really want to. I'm being insane enough as it is. Might not stop me in the end, though... The major thing I wanted to do here is showcase it across the decades. The vids from the 80s do seem more... plentiful? Easier to find? I will say they're definitely easier to comb through despite the often very poor quality.

But anyway, I digress. On to footage of Martin doing the things.

First up is a vid from 1985 that's split into two parts. In the first part, he does it at 1:43. In the second part, he does it within the first second (and someone even commented on it) and then again at 0:05 and 0:54. Poor baby really seems like he's dying of boredom this entire time, constantly wiggling and fidgeting with his bracelets and staring off into the middle distance. But I do appreciate him knowing the name of (one of) the diacritics they dropped for the band name, and him hiding behind his hand at the end is extremely cute.

This next one, dated May 4, 1985, is a treasure trove. He does it twelve times in just under nine minutes-- and that's just what's actually visible! I doubt there's a video in existence with a higher rate of Martin doing the thing. It did occur to me that the second part of the previous interview is quite a short video itself, so I actually did the calculation. It turns out that this video's rate is ever so slightly higher. [2x60+16=126 seconds and 126/3=45.333... (once per 45 seconds on average) vs 8x60+49=529 and 529/12=44.08333... (once per 44 seconds on average)] Here's the whole list: 0:28; 1:03; 1:33; 1:43; 1:57; 2:33; 2:37 (though obscured by the potato quality); 5:20; 5:47; 6:37; 7:34; 8:34. There could also be a subtle one at 3:14, but I can't tell for sure due to the quality. He must be spectacularly bored and uncomfortable. The talk about Martin's A-Levels is also intriguing to me. My limited understanding is that they're preparatory classes for university, which leads me to liken them to all of the advanced/college prep classes I took. I thought I read somewhere else that he did do five of them, but he only admits to two here (French and German, I think?). I wonder where the five number came from, then. Perhaps just people's tendencies to exaggerate.

Next is a French TV interview dated May 7, 1986. One of the commenters was even nice enough to list all of the times for us: 1:36, 3:51 (though I'd rather link 3:49), and 5:23 (though I'd also rather link 5:22). Incidentally, 3:49 is the second gif from the post I linked up top.

The next example is from 1987. Martin does the thing at 0:16 and 0:55. 0:16 is the first gif from the post linked up top.

I also found a video of an MTV interview plus the band recording IDs ahead of the Rose Bowl concert, dated April 26, 1988. There's another video that's just the IDs, amusingly notable because its thumbnail features Martin sticking his tongue out. Times when Martin does the thing are: 0:16; 6:32; 9:14; 10:09; 10:38; 11:31.

The next vid is dated September 7, 1988. Martin only does the thing at 1:29, but it's right when the interviewer sticks the mic in his face, which greatly amuses me. This vid also has the acid house moment.

Next up is a VH1 interview from 1997. The subject matter here is pretty rough, but my German isn't good enough and the dub is too dominant to fully understand what they're saying. That remark Martin made about Dave's family, though... holy fuck. That whole exchange was just brutal to behold. Timestamps featuring Martin are: 3:36; 6:06; 19:03; 24:21; 27:13; 28:23; 29:34. Interestingly, I also spotted Fletch doing it at 8:48 and Dave doing it at 9:42 and 19:53.

Following that is the Singles Tour press conference, dated April 20, 1998. I found the subject matter pretty boring, but it has plenty of relevant moments: 4:25; 11:00; 12:24; 14:45; 17:00; 17:50; 18:34; 20:43; 21:59; 23:20; 25:15; 25:22; 28:46. I spotted Dave doing it thrice, at 13:24, 16:01, and 19:03.

Here's a vid consisting of B-roll footage from 2000. This vid is of particular note because it consists of footage not from any public appearance. Martin does the thing while he's on the phone at 5:12, and Anton even zooms in on it (which I find highly amusing). At 6:44, he appears to start running his tongue around the inside of his cheeks. Aside from those, Martin in the rocking recliner is just adorable to watch. Makes me want a rocking chair/recliner to rock in. It's been so long. Is it even possible to not rock in a rocking chair?

Next up is an interview from 2005. We get to see Martin's tongue right out the gate, but it turns out that we don't get to see much of him in this vid-- it's really a montage of Dave doing the thing, and does he ever: 8:00; 8:57; 9:41; 10:45; 13:04; 13:43; 14:29; 14:43; 16:17; 17:15; 18:14; 21:25; 22:07; 22:49. Fletch joins in at 11:46 and 19:32.

Here's a short vid from 2009. We see Martin do the thing at 0:10. This segment was painful to watch. I get the impression the host is fishing for something lurid from Martin, and Martin's not having it. Maybe there's some culture clash at play, like there might be regarding the next example.

That example being one from 30 March, 2013. Hoo boy, do I have some words for this. Even aside from the culture clash debate about the questions themselves (which are primarily directed toward Dave), no part of this interview landed with me. In particular, the swipe at Martin at the beginning really rubs me the wrong way. Dave comes off unbothered on the whole, but Martin seems so uncomfortable the entire time. Anyway, I noticed the thing at 5:27, though it's somewhat obscured by the angle here.

Here's another French TV one from 2017. The camera cuts to him with his tongue out at 3:57, and he does it again at 7:48.

To sidestep for a moment, I noticed something in an interview from 10 October, 2022. Strictly speaking, what I observed at 11:36 is that he seems to go for it and then stop himself. Honestly, that in itself is also rather interesting, but I'm not quite sure how to articulate that interest. Maybe that it seems to clash with the rest of what I've compiled? I do wonder if in this instance, I'm seeing something which isn't actually there. On the other hand, watching a few current vids, it seems that he tends more to do more subtle things that are harder to describe and leave me uncertain as to whether I should list them. Considering what originally drove me to make this list, though, I chose not to. I've still noticed his gaze darting around plenty, though.

Lastly, here's the first part of an Apple Music interview from (I think) March 2023. You can see Martin stick his tongue out at 10:49, and at 5:36 he also does something with a similar vibe but more subtle. I think that first timestamp of him doing it even now in this very year really shows how ingrained and not quite conscious it is, as well as it being a lifelong habit.

I'm certain I could go on finding more and more footage of these behaviors, but I think I've made the major points well enough for these informal purposes. Now, as for why this is A Problem for me in particular. Watching him do this, observing it so closely and cataloguing it in this way, has made me realize all of the similar (and in some cases the same) things I and I'm pretty sure one of my parents do. There was a particular moment a couple weeks or so back when I suddenly caught myself licking my lips sort of like these moments, and now I'm super aware of it and can't stop. I don't even know whether it's something I've always done and never really realized before or if it's new or what-- I certainly don't want to think I'm that impressionable... I've noticed I do it most often when I'm about to start chewing on my lower lip. Because that's a big thing of mine: chewing on my lips and cheeks and tongue. And I do it (and have done it for many, many years) nearly constantly. I think I actually replaced chewing on necklace chains and shirt collars with this at some point in my youth. Considering Martin's tics/stims has really brought to my attention the sheer number of little tics and habits I have and have had throughout my life. I don't know what any of that says about me-- it's not something I get to know, and that troubles me when I think about it. So like. This topic fascinates me, but it also stresses me out.

But ah, that's enough getting personal for now. I don't have anything more to say at the moment, so I'll call it done. Props to anyone who bothered to read all of this. It's definitely my tumblr magnum opus in terms of both depth and sheer insanity of chosen subject matter.

I got so stressed making this post. Please validate me.

[sleepyrays]

how was the glowstick?

the thin plastic casing made a great stim toy . the crunch under the force of a bite was immaculate. the give of the tubes when bitten was 10/10

tasted like bitter medicine in a way that's bad but you keep going in for more anyway.

odd sweet notes. doesn't mean it makes it good. the back of your tongue and mouth will feel irradiated and weird.

coated the mouth oddly

great snack great stim toy for 3 year old baby just make sure you throw it away discreetly and wash your face so nobody knows what you did.

for added 3 year old effect simulator walk around the house as silently as possible with the glowstick in your mouth being chewed checking on everyone as they sleep and don't get caught.

overall life experience based on humor, recall, conversation starting, and storytelling: 10/10

[mikeys-jellycat-selection]

Jellycat Review: Bashful Bunny (medium, apple) 🎀

It's almost Easter time. My store has just completed our yearly "Bunny Buy" in anticipation of the influx of Rabbit Enthusiasts. I wade through seas of Bashful Bunnies every single day, and to be honest, I'm not crazy about them. But what's this? A single Bunny in particular catches my eye. It's lime green (green is one of my favorite colors), it has a cute white tail, and its flopped over from a severe stuffing deficit. Apple is one of my favorite words, and this particular beast is irresistibly flopsy, so I'm unable to restrain myself from purchasing my first Bashful Bunny...

The specs 🎀

Fur texture: 7/10

Bashful Bunnies are soft. Their fur is pretty inoffensive... it has a nice, pleasant silkiness that unfortunately gets disheveled rather easily. I can't really rate it too low because jellycat fur, even at its most average, is way more pleasant that the norm, but compared to the "Beautifully Scrumptious" fur of the coveted smudge collection, it's nothing to write home about.

Design: 6/10

Something about the Bashful Bunnies... They're not ugly by any sense of the word, but personally, I'm not super fond of them. Their arms are very thin in person, their faces are occasionally laughably malformed, and their noses are just a bit too big for my tastes. HOWEVER... The brightly colored spring Bunnies of the most recent release are pretty adorable! Their precious white tails add a great pop of contrast, and the vibrant colors just add a special something to their design that I feel the more muted BB's lack. I appreciate their large ears, though, and they're pleasant to hold. Their necks fit well in my hand, and those long ears are great for grabbing and stroking. My bunny is slightly understuffed, which I adore, since slouchy plushies have a great appeal to me. Keep in mind that every bashful bunny has a unique face, so I recommend purchasing in person, if at all possible.

Size: 8/10

Medium BB's are superior to their larger counterparts, in my opinion. They can sit in your hand, provide an acceptable hug, and be carried around easily. They're not TOO small, at a respectable H12" × W5" inches, but they're not particularly big either. A great every day plush that fits in a bag or can be carried around somewhat discreetly.

Accessibility:

As of 2/13/23, Bashful Bunnies are literally everywhere. They're one of, if not the most, beloved and well known jellycat designs, so they're not in danger of retirement any time soon. If you can't find a bunny in the Apple color, they also have Zingy (chartreuse), Fern (a softer, more understated green), and Forest (a deep, darker green). Retail price is $25.00 (all BB's are), and the second hand market seemingly isn't asking for too much. You can find an Apple bunny if you look.

Overall 🎀

I like my Apple Bunny! I liked him enough to buy him, which is more than can be said for literally every other Bashful Bunny. Mine also had a few appealing defects which drew my attention, though, so take my opinion with a grain of salt. This is one plushie I'm not afraid to cuddle with, because I'm not particularly worried about damaging him or ruining his fur. For that reason, I actually spend more time with Apple than I do some of my favorite plushies. Apple Bunny provides a valuable service. It is a thankless job, but an essential one. I can't lay my entire body onto my precious Wilf, for example, what if I crush his fur? His brothers and sisters are too valuable for this task, so it falls to the intrepid Apple to suffer being flattened every night, and shaken violently about like a fuzzy maraca whenever I need to stim.

Overall, I'd rate my Apple Bunny a 7.5/10. Here's a picture of my unfortunate friend. Note the misaligned eyes and the slouch.

[mirandamckenni1]

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[honeymelonpm]

Suds and Saliva

Characters: (Yandere) Arthur Harrow X reader

Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Punishments (Not Sexual!!!), Age Regression (Kind of i think?!)

Summary: Reader was kidnapped by Arthur Harrow and his cult.

You weren't sure how long you had been kept in the room. It couldn't have been more than a week or two since he took you.

You stood in front of him, arms glued to your side, eyes fixated on the old maroon carpet beneath you.

"What did you do?"

You began to fidget, discreetly digging your nails into the side of your thighs.

He let out a deep sigh when you didn't respond, "Y/N, I'm not going to ask you again."

You sniffled, a stray tear rolling down your cheek, "I didn't do any-."

"I don't like liars Y/N."

You began to tap your feet gently against the grimy carpet, wishing you were anywhere but here, transfixed under his searing glare.

"How did you do it?"

After a few moments, you responded "I didn't-"

He snatched your upper arm and began dragging you out of the musty room.

"No, no please!" You tried to pull yourself out of his hand, but his grip only tightened.

With one hand, he pulled you out of the room and took you into the bathroom, before letting go of you and slamming the door behind him.

You stood awkwardly infront of him, keeping your eyes down and moving your fingers through your hair, trying to soothe your anxiety.

He placed his icy hands on your shoulders and guided you to the sink, a grubby mirror hanging on the wall above the basin.

He looked at you through the reflection of the mirror, "In this house, we don't lie."

Letting go of your shoulders, he rolled up the sleeves of his muted red blouse, and stood beside you.

A piercing squeak sounded off the tiled walls as he turned the tap on. He picked up an old piece of soap from the vanity, the top of the soap had dried since it was last used, but the bottom had become weak and slimy, a result of it being kept in a wet and moulded dish. As he lifted the soap, a trail of sludge remained in the dish, while the rest eased out from beneath his fingers as he rubbed the soap under the water to create a lather of foam.

Your toes began to wiggle from within your socks, a stim that always helped to comfort you, as you anticipated what would happen next.

He turned the tap off, another squeak echoing around you.

You looked at his hand holding onto the bar of soap, covered in bubbles, then looked back at him.

"Open your mouth."

The corners of your mouth tugged into a frown, your eyes widening ever so slightly as you looked at him, you gently shook your head a little.

He raised his chin, "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you, open, your mouth."

Tears began to bubble in your eyes, blurring your vision, looking back into the mirror, you opened your mouth a little.

"Wider."

As you opened your mouth wider, it became more obvious that your lips were trembling.

"Stick out your tongue."

A pit of shame formed in your stomach.

You pushed your tongue out by a fraction, feeling unable to fully comply out of embarrassment.

He sighed, before pinching the tip of your tongue and pulling it out, an incoherent yelp escaping your throat.

He rubbed the bar along your tongue, making you gag when he made his way to the back of your tongue, before holding it there.

"Now put your tongue back into your mouth and close it."

The edge of the soap was too close to the back of your throat, causing the tears you tried to suppress to bubble over. Your body started shaking as you began to cry. You gently shook your head, trying to tell him you couldn't because of the soap against your throat.

"Put your tongue back into your mouth, and close it." He repeated with a threatening tone.

You lifted your hands gradually to meet his fingers holding the soap on your tongue. You pushed your fingers against the bar and slowly tried to put your tongue back into your mouth. When you had closed your mouth, the end of the soap was hanging out of your mouth, your lips firmly around it. You looked up at him, waiting for his next instruction.

"Bite down."

Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt your teeth cut clean through the bar. Your tongue clenched under the side of sludge, you could feel bits of soap lodge in between your teeth. You opened your eyes again, your senses now overwhelmed with the foul taste of suds.

You expected him to finish up with you, but instead, he closed the lid of the toilet from behind you and sat down, without saying a word.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your mouth stuffed with a bar of soap, you had never felt so embarrassed.

Your toes continued to wiggle against the tiles, your fingers started picking at the hems of your jumper.

Soapy saliva began running down your chin, creating a faint dripping noise when it landed in the sink.

As the silence continued, you could make out voices from outside. A blur of orange flickered through the frosted window to your right. You could hear people laughing and talking, and the occasional thud that you could only assume was wood being tossed onto a fire.

You sniffled once, and then twice, before a clink rattled from the toilet behind you, indicating that he had stood up.

He proceeded towards you, pinching the end hanging from your mouth as he stood at your side.

"Open your mouth." He instructed.

Your jaw softened, and your teeth retracted from the bar as he removed it from your mouth, trails of spit clinging to it.

He turned on the tap and rinsed it underneath, a small panicked sound erupted from your throat as you feared he would make you do it again.

He let the water run for a while, before putting the bar back in its dish and shutting it off.

"Spit it out."

Your hands clung to the edge of the vanity and you desperately leaned over to rid your mouth of the horrid taste.

You spit into the sink, your hand found its way to the tap. He threw his hand over the tap before you could turn it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You peered at him as you stayed hunched over the sink.

"I only said you could spit, you don't get to rinse your mouth."

You pleaded him with your eyes, hoping he would forgive you and go easy on you.

Instead, he fixed his sleeves back down his forearms and gently wrapped one hand around you head, before using his sleeve to wipe the smear of suds and saliva from you lips and chin.

He stared at you for a final moment, deciding if he was done with you or not.

"Go to your room."

You didn't wait a second longer, as soon as he told you to leave you did so without hesitation.

You shuffled across the hall and into the dark wooden loft, before sitting down against the headboard of your bed.

Arthur followed closely behind you.

When you sat down, he reached for the chain that was attached to the end bed post, threading and pulling up the chains until he reached the cuff, proceeding to lock it back around your ankle.

Your body continued to shake with the occasional hiccup as he sat beside you.

"Do you know why I punished you?"

You sniffled as you nodded your head.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

Again, you nodded your head.

"And what did you learn?"

A hiccup jumped out from your throat, "We don't tell lies."

His expression softened, "Good girl."

[vancilocs]

can i get a carmina and bailey?

i had dinner

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

She doesn't mind it, she'd rather people other than close ones call her ms. Murillo or Carmina instead of Mina

Doesn't mind it, the nicknames derived from it are kinda funny

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

She's tall and very thin, also has big black eyes with dark shadows underneath

Pink hair, piercings and tattoos mainly, height also

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

She stims a lot more when alone, dances and sings with her cats, generally much more lively when alone. Around people she can seem very morose

Quieter when alone, then he'll just be on his phone and relaxing. He's not still super talkative but he's more attentive with people around

4. How do they act around a crush?

Fiddles with her hands and things like pens and paperclips, she's learned how to hold eye contact better but when crushing she really can't

Nervous smiles, glancing at them but not really holding eye contact, really interested in their day and thoughts and feelings atm

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

She doesn't really lie because she's so bad at it, if anything she just freezes completely instead of coming up with a lie

Avoids eye contact, stutters, tries too hard to be chill

6. What do they smell like?

Very mild scent of deodorant and laundry sauce, sometimes a faint whiff of chemicals she uses at work but barely noticeable since she's very particular of good work hygiene

Deodorant and hair product, laundry sauce

7. What is their hair texture like?

Straight hair, pretty soft, fluffens up easily

He's got 3B hair he takes very good care of, soft n bouncy

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

She has some bracelets that are good to stim with and some necklaces she used to chew on, but she doesn't really wear them as much as keeps a bracelet Elvira gave her in her pocket to stim discreetly.

He has a lot of piercings, sometimes wears necklaces and large earrings. His favorite piece is his wedding ring though

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

Not a word but she clears her throat often as a stim.

Tends to drop a "like" in half his sentences.

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

She's very quiet when she walks, especially if she has just socks on, scares people easily

Other than going quiet when he's nervous, nothing really

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

Maroon or silver

Orange

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

She shares trivia about her interests and learns about the other's interests to share trivia about their interests, gives small gifts like handpainted cards, some hugs and kisses and cuddles

Cuddles, asking how the other's doing, little acts of service like bringing food. Making and sharing food also

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

She's learned to do so in professional situations but casually barely ever

Not strong and continuous but glances frequently

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

She's very different from her parents, but deafness runs on her mom's side of the family and neurodiversity on her father's. Also fairly different from her siblings, even Elvira who's chatty and outgoing.

He's very similar to his mom, gentle and quiet and dealing with anxiety. Very similar sense of humor to Heather also

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

Works the best alone, has a hard time asking for help from anyone in any case. Truly the "pleasure to have in class" who then has struggled from not being able to stand up for herself ever since

Very caring and kind and patient, also kind of the person who can't really stand up for himself. Loves a lot and will not forgive easily if that love is broken

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

She was homeschooled ever since the bullying got so bad she didn't want to go to school, so she doesn't like children or teenagers. Also being questioned for her career choice has made it so she doesn't open up easily. She's made good work healing from her self-esteem issues and being true to herself but she still tends to repress herself a lot when around other people.

Thankfully he hasn't had many heartbreaks because after what his dad did it's lucky he believes in love. But on the other hand, being so close to his mom makes him appreciate family and makes him a great dad as well bc he had a great role model.

[bnha-butterfly]

Hiya dearie. Can you do Tsukishima with an autistic s/o and both Tsukishima and his s/o try to stay away from the VBC when they don't have earplugs, but sadly one of the louder teammates don't realize this and pulls them into the gym without needed earplugs

The best way to describe the Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club was rowdy, with loud and rambunctious being close seconds

That being said Tsukishima made sure to take into consideration your sensory limitations when you first asked to watch one of his practices

He got you those molded earplugs that sit comfortably in your ears and always left you with his headphones just in case.

If you were gonna be there supporting him then he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible (as he should)

Usually you’d just wait for him in the gym as he finishes changing in the club room. But you put your earplugs in his bag earlier during class for some reason 

So there you are waiting a few feet away from the gym sending him a text to bring you your earplugs with him when he’s done changing. 

Your playing some random game on your phone when here comes Kageyama and Hinata running to the gym arguing about something or another. 

You give them a wave and just go back to your phone, or that’s what you were hoping for but here comes Hinata questioning you.

He’s asking why your waiting out side the gym cus like I said usually you’re already in the gym helping Kiyoko and Yatchi with the little things.

You tell him you’re about to tell him you’re waiting for tsukishima but he’s already leading you into the gym

It’s not that bad. It’s only the managers, Hinata and Kageyama and it can’t be long before Tsukishima comes so you should be fine.

But Tsuki is taking a little bit longer than normal and now Noya and Tanaka have joined the two problem first years

The loud talking alongside the squeaking of their sneakers squeaking on the gym floor (which you’ve become hyper aware of) is starting to make you feel anxious and out of place.

So there you are trying to stim as discreetly as possible to ease your anxiety and FINALLY Tsuki joins you in the gym.

He’s taken the time to learn you like the back of his hand and can read you better than you know yourself. So the look of anxiety on your face doesn’t pass him

He motions you to come outside and you are more than happily listen. A little extra speed in your step.

He steps of the gym with you and cups your face too center your attention on him

“You should have just waited for me out here. I don’t need those idiots making you all overstimulated.” He says in a somewhat scolding tone. But you know he’s just looking out for you.

Once you’re calm and ready to go back in he hands you the case he keeps your earplugs in that he’s stuck cartoon dinosaur stickers too. He also puts his headphones around your neck just in case you need it.

Once he’s put his own earplugs in he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then leads you back into the gym.

[autisticzukka]

I 200% hc autistic zuko and want to emphasize his autism in my fics. Do you have any ideas about what a happy zuko looks like? What are his stims? How does he express himself when no one is telling him that what he’s doing is weird/wrong? I love the idea that he eventually feels safe enough to be more himself. Love your blog!

lmao okay so I have rewritten this a BILLION times! here goes take 1 billion and 1. tw for talk of pain as a stim in a way that might be distressing to those struggling with self harm urges, and the general abused child stuff that Zuko gets (with a focus on ableism).

How does he express himself when no one is telling him that what he’s doing is weird/wrong?

Okay so, bummer incoming, but I doubt that Zuko was encouraged to or allowed to stim while growing up. Stimming is basically identical to fidgeting, and everyone who’s ever been fidgety knows how weird and controlling adults get about it.

Zuko grew up surrounded by the Most concerned with proper etiquette adults, as royalty, all while constantly falling short of the expectations placed on him. So at this point, it’s not really a question of how does Zuko express himself when no one is telling what he’s doing is weird/wrong-- he doesn’t need people to tell him that anymore. He tells himself.

So I think that Zuko did what a lot of people do, and found socially acceptable stims, largely invisible ones. When I had very long hair, I’d play with it discreetly. When I wore long sleeves I would hide my hands and play with strings on them and such. When I needed to stim so much I thought I was going to explode, I’d bite the inside of my mouth or dig my nails in.

Happy stimming is so much harder for me to control than other types of stimming, and it feels much worse when interrupted and punished. So I’d use extremely quiet and invisible stimming for it. I have pretty full lips, so it’s hard to notice when I bite the inside of my inner lip. At this point, biting my mouth is actually my first go to happy stim!!

The reason this is so relevant is because the happy Zuko smile that feels most genuine to me in the entire show, rather than performing happiness, is when Aang compliments him in the Firebending Masters. it’s mostly an animation quirk and i’m reading heavily into it, but here, read with me:

he got a lil pout. lip sticking Out

frame just before, you can see it even more so

frame where his smile starts! his lips have thinned out quite a lot

and he’s so happy by a rare and genuine compliment, he turns his face away to hide it, and his smile is very thin and subdued, like he’s pressing/biting his lips together.

then the insult registers and we get these really great “i dont know what i expected” faces lmao

SO.

It kind of all goes back to this then:

I love the idea that he eventually feels safe enough to be more himself.

The only way for Zuko to feel safe enough to be more himself in front of people is to start stimming in front of them, and meeting acceptance. And I don’t mean just the absence of punishment or backlash or criticism: it has to be honest, proactive acceptance. Because Zuko will fill up the criticism void himself, and decide what others were thinking if they don’t tell them. I mean, fuck! He still will, at first! “I can’t believe my friends are lying to me, I know how I look, I look stupid, why do they have to be such goody two shoes, I’m humiliated, I’m never doing that again.”

But... happy stimming is so fuckin cute when you’re not super ableist. Like yeah, I actively suppress it in myself and sometimes leave a room to stim or just try and force it down for later but-- happy stimming is ADORABLE. Seeing someone so happy that they can’t contain it? Even when they’re clearly actively working to do so? It’s such a good feeling. It’s intoxicating and exciting and it’s nice. It’s nice to see other people be very very happy.

So first comes the acceptance from others, and Zuko working through a lot of his own internalized shit. If he can accept that getting half his face burned off was cruel and undeserved, then eventually he’ll start questioning how much of his treatment was undeserved. What’s actually normal versus what he just thought was normal, etc.

I do really think that Zuko would try and leave and stim somewhere else if he got too overwhelmed, and that post canon, now that not everything is life or death crisis with one impossible goal in the distance to strive for, that would be... a lot more often. And I think that Sokka would see him happy stim once when he thought he was in private and have a tiny heart attack over how fucking cute it is, and make it his life mission to inspire it as much as possible. I think he’d also try to demonstrate that like... it was okay?

Less so in the way Katara or Aang would, through aggressive verbal acceptance, and more through letting himself stim more. Like, Sokka has big ‘swoops people into quick dances when he’s very happy’ energy. The rest of the gaang tend to take a lot of their lead from him, so I think they’d pick up on it. And when the Avatar is publicly stimming all the time... it’s probably not such a big deal if the Fire Lord is. Or if kids are.

Shortened list of stims:

+ Bites lip and generally fucks around with his tongue & teeth in his mouth to avoid visible stims + Fidgets with clothing and other pieces of fabrics, particularly loose threads. He’s pretty destructive about it. + Hopping up and down + Climbing things + Throwing himself off of things, especially like rolling off a bed, especially especially if he can manage to burrito himself for a pressure stim as he does. + Going in.. not small spaces, exactly, but shadowed overhangs where he can be out of the way and small but still quickly get out and observe most of the room. Under tables, on top of roofs, etc. think cats. + physical stretches, as a stim disguise. rolling his shoulders out, loosening his neck, shaking out his wrists, bouncing up and down on his feet, etc. he doesn’t do them quite right and they’re more rhythmic than they should be, which gives away that they’re a stim rather than a proper stretch. + fidgeting with very small scraps of things between his fingertips, or small stones, shells, etc. yes zuko thought that shell was pretty. YES zuko thought that shell was pretty neat to rub his fingers on and then panicked trying to look cool in front of mai and gave it to her instead. Uncle said women liked pretty things and that shells are pretty! It all works out!

[jessiebanethedragon]

Jealousy 3/?

Wolffe x reader / Crosshair x reader

Patching them up in the small medical tent was awkward. What was more awkward was that in the time it took the crew to set up said tent, they’d brawled twice more, until you’d threatened to use binders on the both of them if they didn't settle down. Crosshair had broken Wolffe's nose and you were pretty sure Wolffe had bruised Cross’s ribs. Both of them were worse for wear. 

“Sorry, sorry!” you apologized profusely as you reset the commanders nose, cradling his head in your hands as he grunted in pain. Rubbing small circles by his temples, in hopes it would help somehow. 

“Am I still handsome?” Wolffe asked, holding himself up with his hands on the table behind his back. And flashing you a smile that  had definitely  caused trouble in the past. Subconsciously  you trailed your hands down to his jaw. Pretending you were still looking at his nose. But really just staring into his eyes. 

“Bold of you to assume you were handsome to start off with, commander.” You told him, trying so hard not to lick your lips while you eyed his. He hummed at you, whether it was from the sass or the hold on his face that he was now leaning into, you couldn't be sure. 

“Darling you wound me.” he mumbled up at you, giving you his best puppy eyes. You Stepped away from him quickly righting yourself and remembering the fact that you had another patient sitting a few paces away from you. 

“Actually I fix the wounds wolffe. Remember that the next time you decide to attack one of your vod.” Crosshair chuckled, followed by a wince. Gently you lay him down on a cot and start to cut away his shirt. They both watch your concentration as you run your gloved hands across his chest, emotionless, your face still looks stunning. And for once the two of them aren't arguing with the other. 

“I think they’re just bruised, a couple of bacta strips and you’ll be good as new.” You tell him firmly. Turning to your case and pulling the precious bacta. 

“So you’re not gunna kiss it better?” Cross teases, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“Too much bruising to kiss better.” You tell him applying the first strip. 

“Kiss it more than once then.” He insisted, smirking at you while you applied the last strips and run your hands over all them again, checking for lumps or air bubbles. and you’re definitely not doing  it because you like the way his muscles feel under your hands. Crosshair goes to sit up, but you gently push him back.   

“While I Have you both here, I want to mention something.” You say softly trying not to sound as angry as you are. You make the excuse of fiddling with your supplies so you don't have to look them in the eye. 

“Get into another brawl over something stupid again, you can patch yourselves up.” you tell them sternly, pausing to let things sink in. “get into a fight about anything to do with me.” You snap, anger coming through your calm face. “And I won't even supply you with the items to patch yourselves up. I’m not wasting bacta or stim shots on either of you because you're both so hot-headed you can’t keep it together. Got it?” You get a mumbled ‘yes’ from each of them and an even more mumbled apology. You turn to leave the medical tent without another world.

You find Sinker and Tech playing the game you taught them on the ship, and Wrecker and Warthog are already drinking something you guess isn't water.  You join them around the fire they have set up in the little clearing you’re calling home for the night. 

“Those di'kut’s okay?” Hunter asks sitting next to you on the ground, where you're planted yourself. He hands you a drink of some sort. And not caring what it is you accept.  

“Yeah they’ll be fine.” You sigh. “I just really need them to pull it together.” 

“They will.” Hunter says with a confidence that erases your anxiety. 

“Meds!” Sinker calls dragging his chair closer to you and prompting Tech to follow him. Soon Warthog and wrecker follow suit. And Boost emerges from the woods holding on to an old piece from some kind of speeder. You asume with all this trash around here hopefully he’d stay out of trouble. 

“Tell us an academy story!” Sinker says with a big smile, and you know now that he’s mentioned it the boys will never let it go. You sigh with a smile. 

“Okay, okay.” Boost and Sinker whoop in happiness. Hunter looks at you suspiciously. 

“I thought you were a perfect student.” He says squinting at you. 

“I was!” You defend yourself, “there were just a couple of incidents that were less than according to regulation.” and you launch into a story about the time in med school when you had to stitch yourself up because the scalpel had slipped and cut  your hand. But you didn't want the instructor to notice and stop your examination so you just sewed it up discreetly and kept going. Leaking Small amounts of blood onto the floor and only being able to use one hand for the entire racial exam. Which thankfully, was performed on a dummy. Getting so lost in your story you don't notice the two clones (who look nothing alike) standing outside of the medical tent staring longingly at you. 

“Crosshair.” Wolffe grits out.

“Wolffe.” Crosshair responds, looking at him. 

“Whatever happens, between either of us, or the battle, she stays outta it.” It’s  a statement Wolffe gives, not a question. 

“We keep her safe. All costs.” Crosshair affirms. 

“All costs.” Wolffe sticks his hand out, knuckles still bloody from  the right earlier. And Hunter turns around just in time to see Crosshair shake it.

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