#parasol stim

[cutiepieautistic]

Caregiver! Marie Stimboard

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meemonster01

[fruitypiestims]

Even MORE random pony stickers

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[untitledstim]

self indulgent kasane teto board !!

⤷ psd, div | 1, 2, 3, - 4, 5, 6, - 7, 8, 9.

[nwrsie]

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♡ — 003 : created for (a late) day 01 of @kiochisato ‘s event (a character from your favorite childhood show) !

♡ — 004 : requests open ! click here for requesting info !

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[systimming]

Umbrella + parasol board!

- Mod Primarina + Mod Paddy.

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[black-salt-cage]

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[triflelayer]

Parasol Kirby stimboard with stars and pastels. ☁️/⭐️/☁️

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[itsjustdotsandcrosses]

Archmage Vishalny, Arcane Diplomat and Master of Enchantment (DND NPC)

#2, a secondary main stim board (vampire/dark themes hidden)

With themes of twirling skirts and corsets, boots and umbrellas, black hair/braids, and calligraphy/ magical text. A board of things she pushes forward in her reputation of her aesthetic. Knowledgeable, put together, fashionable, a certain type of glamorous studiousness.

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[missnatzooie]

Autistic Marie headcanons

If Marie has a meltdown, she'll go into her squid form to calm herself down, sometimes she'll let Callie hold her until she's calm enough to go back into inkling form.

Marie enjoys talking about various weapons (especially snipers) and even food, she also likes to talk about the Chirpy Chips and tends to buy their new albums as soon as they're released.

She has a sensory-friendly weighted blanket that she likes to wrap around herself while she watches TV.

She doesn't really like wearing socks as they feel sensitive to her.

She twirls her parasol and plays with her hair clip (from Splatoon 2) as forms of stimming.

She enjoys humming parts of her favourite songs, which include some Squid Sisters songs (vocal stimming).

She tends to stare off into space when she's deep in thought.

She can be anxious around other people (though she's gotten better at talking to people by Splatoon 3).

She talks about her hyperfixations on her podcasts.

She loves dancing and also uses it as a form of stimming.

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Okay consider this, all if not, most of the science kids are neurodivergent.

ALL! I CHOOSE ALL!

Simon:

Has days where they’re nonverbal and uses sign language

Tends to ramble and doesn’t know that to do with their hands when they don’t have some sort of touch screen

Zero filter

Not comfortable with changes

Denise:

Hates when their stuff is moved without them knowing

Hambones as a stim. (It’s kinda fun)

Has days where they just lie down in a dark room and wrap themself in a weighted blanket and wear an eye mask while gentle rain plays through their headphones

Infodumps about astrology

Marc:

Used to bite his arm, but now he chews on his belt chains

He squeaks

Hates loud noises, and will hide in his hood when overstimulated

When he’s frustrated, he walks around in a circle

Jean:

Flaps his hands when he’s excited

Hates any tight and constrictive clothes

Sings and hums as a stim

Won’t move onto new activities until he finishes the ones he’s currently on

Reshma:

Twirls around in place

It takes her a second to get some jokes

Still learning different facial expressions

Hyperfixates on magic girl anime

Lacey:

Can’t lie to save her life

Doesn’t understand sarcasm

Doesn’t process pain like allistic people

Screams as a stim

Cosette:

Pulls at their hair

Refuses to use any other makeup brand than the one they already use

Uses it’s special interests to make gifts for others

Repeats certain phrases when she’s overwhelmed

Zoé:

Likes to have everything planned out before she does something

Struggles to express her feelings

Scratches at her skin a lot

Likes to make sound effects

Ismael:

Let the guy infodump about magicians he likes

Not comfortable with physical affection, but if he engages, it’s fine

Any slight physical discomfort, and he will go to great lengths to make himself comfortable

Refuses to wear any tight clothing

Aurore:

“The world is small and safe when I’m under my parasol!”

Pulls at her pigtails

Enjoys routine

Thrashes when she’s angry or upset

Mireille:

Likes hugs with pressure

Disgusted by any slimy, bumpy textures

Struggles with eye contact

Appears to be apathetic, but she just doesn’t understand some situations

[toonjazzy]

Listing things I liked and disliked about the Mario Movie cause I am bored

 I think I was pretty neutral mostly. There was both good and bad shit. Please do not attack me- I will list what I disliked first so that when I list the good stuff, it’ll probably make you smile I hope-

Dislikes:

No accents. I get it was “explained”, but I still feel they were kinda bland. Even the cartoon had better voices :P

Chris Pratt Mario, so fucking weak-

Luigi barely having any screen time and spends most of it in a cage. I get it’s called The Mario Movie, but I really wanted to see more of Mario and Luigi being brothers

Mario never calling Luigi “Weege” like in Super Mario Adventures

Penguins were hardly even there...

LUIGI AND PEACH NEVER SWAP CLOTHES LIKE IN SUPER MARIO ADVENTURES-

Peaches...I am tired of fucking hearing that song on the internet. AND MY MOM HORRIBLY SINGING IT-

NO KOOPALINGS *SOBS*

Peach is fucking shorter. SHE IS LITERALLY CONFIRMED TO BE 6′1

Peach’s voice wasn’t doing it for me

Peach being animated weirdly

The story they gave Peach becoming a princess in my opinion made no sense

Peach missing her ponytail for some outfits

Peach having an axe instead of gun like in the Rabbids game. I REALLY WANTED HER TO HAVE A GUN-

No Peach Parasol ;-;

Peach having more of Daisy’s personality. AT LEAST MAKE HER ACT LIKE SPM PEACH OR SUPER MARIO ADVENTURES PEACH, SHE WAS MORE BADASS IN THOSE

The Bowser Peach wedding again. Bowser please, she doesn’t like you XD

Giving Peach a bland Wedding dress, you’d think Bowser would give her a fancy one! And my brother was disappointed that she didn’t say the line “And who picked this dress out? It's AWFUL!” like in SPM, he really wanted her to say it XD

Lumalee animated so weird-

Mario and Peach didn’t have enough adorable scenes together :’)

King Bob-omb got exploded *SOBS*

NO PMTOK REFERENCES- (JOKE! HUGE JOKE-)

Now what I actually liked :D :

Mario Bros Rap! MY BROTHER AND I STARTED RAPPING IT-

The original Toadstool cameo! (She had a way better voice than this Peach btw-)

PAULINE CAMEO

SHY GUYS!!!!!

BOWSER MY BELOVED

TOAD! I LOVED HIM SO MUCH!

PEACH FUCKING TOSSING MARIO, HAD ME DYING-

Mario’s zero to hero montage

THE 80′S SONGS THAT APPEARED

BOWSER

ALL THE MUSIC REFERENCES

INVERTED TRIANGLE CAMEO

DK RAP!!!! I legit screamed. I sat there rapping while my family was confused cause only I know the DK Rap-

THE FUCKING BLUE SHELL KOOPA! AND HE HAD WINGS LIKE THE ORIGINAL

LUDWIG VON KOOPA REFERENCE

Bowser playing piano

KAMEK DRESSED AS PEACH

Peach kicking everybody’s ass at the wedding

BOWSER

LEVEL COMPLETE, STIMMING WASN’T ENOUGH, I NEED TO EXPLODE! SUPER MARIO BROS 2 OVERWORLD THEME HAD ME IN TEARS SINCE PEOPLE FORGET ABOUT THAT ONE AND IT’S ONE OF MY FAVES

BOWSER BOWSER BOWSER BOWSER BOWSER BOWSER

Listen, I’ve loved Bowser since I was 8, don’t judge me-

[caramelcuniculus]

"If anyone besides you had found me first, I would have taken their life. It is as simple as that." Desmond was stern and serious in her tone, but how couldn't she be? The world was left in a state of disrepair and at this point, it was every man for himself. Yet Simon somehow fell victim to the philosophy and became the thing he that sought to destroy him. It made her question just what happened, what being turned against your will truly meant, but it didn't matter when a potential threat stood right in front of her. Vampire. Believe her, this hurt her just as much as it hurt Simon. The stake had yet to be lowered. In fact, the red eyes made a quick glance down at the armed weapon at her disposal, then at the target that was now being shielded by the parasol's handle.

Desmond recognized the nervous stim. Gentle rubs against the curved material seemed to settle the started Simon Petrikov, but it wasn't doing much. If the archaeologist wanted to, he could've knocked the umbrella out of his hands and ended things there. He didn't. He didn't want to. He didn't need to, either. Simon's being may have been an opposing force, but Desmond couldn't bring himself to believe this was some kind of trick. Simon meant all he said, even lowering his guard by actively fidgeting in front of him. This wasn't some act, some mask. The vampire really feared the gaze that still glared deep inside his eyes, staring into his soul. The reality that he was the one causing his best friend discomfort made him feel sick, but the archaeologist had no other choice. Vampire.

Red blinked sorrowfully. "I assume I didn't realize how close I was to the enemy lines. Thank you for the heads up, Petrikov. I'll better prepare myself next time to bring a doubled supply of stakes and holy water. Does that make you weary? It should, because I'm not sure if I should or shouldn't keep your word. It's a dog-eat-dog world out here, you know." Desmond's bitterness was there, but so remained the despair. There was no denying it: they were devastated. Who wouldn't be really? Now the archaeologist knew they really only had themself left in this world. A wife and daughter dead, friends deceased. For all they knew, their birth family was gone, too. Poor, poor little He--

Marceline? A little girl named Marceline. That was the thing that made her drop her defenses; the sharpened dagger lowered slightly from the heart. Desmond's mouth opened to speak, but there was nothing there. It was as if all the rage, all the distrust and betrayal had been wiped from her conscious. A daughter. Another daughter. "That… changes everything." The archaeologist's hand lowered as her head hung low, looking at her shoes and Simon's, his concealed by the shade of the parasol. Silence was shared between the two before a shaky sigh escaped Desmond. Her head raised to look back at the vampire again. Melancholic red and lips that quivered as if she were about to cry.

"I understand now. I don't like it, I won't like it, but I will understand it. I may have done the very same thing had I been in your shoes." It was a pitiful realization, but the right one. Dog-eat-dog world, and he knew how cruel both man and vampire could be. Simon did the right thing, but he still became one of them. Vampire, vampire. The dagger raised ever so slightly, not even facing the heart, rather pointing dimly at the middle of his chest. Unreadable Desmond Sycamore watched Simon's head and body to see how he'd react now, now that he'd gotten him to ease a slight bit of tension. Not all, but some. A deep frown.

"I can protect my own, my own self, but if you feel better in accompanying me, so be it. However, you must, absolutely must promise me that you won't even think of backstabbing me. I wouldn't want to kill you. I don't want to kill you, even if you're like this."

Desmond looked away. "For you, for myself, for Marceline." And the red returned. "You have to promise and you better swear on your damn life, Simon."

What a nice day to trudge through the dominated world. Cracks painted the street and sidewalk that stood within and without the figure passing by, leaving the remains best forgotten. Kicks of small debris and steps against weak ground were the only sounds that seemingly echoed through whatever this once was. The ruins of a city; the result of the end of all things. Another civilization left to crumble and decay into rubble. They always said third times the charm, for whomever came next. Desmond Sycamore hoped they wouldn't destroy themselves and heed the warnings of a time long past. Times twice long past. The humans should've sooner discovered the legacy and loss the Azran civilization had left behind eons ago… but the remains of the world still turn.

Professor Desmond Sycamore, perhaps not much a professor anymore, both was and was not herself. She had her hazel hair and wine irises, but there were added layers to her attire. Accessories far more fitting for the apocalyptic world, especially for one that was threatened by the newly surfacing vampires. To think they'd come to be from fairy tales and folklore, now preying on the people who now lay dead on the streets. Join them or die; most had succumb to the latter. Not her, never her. The archaeologist had lived a long, harsh life before. A set of fangs wouldn't stop her. She had the three necessities bagged onto her person: stakes, garlic and holy water. Her supply was limited, but it was enough. It kept her afloat and kept her walking through broken streets like these.

Today, his mission in life was to locate any food sources. While the city ruins provided more secure shelter, proper nutrition was a delicacy. Desmond knew so long as he stayed in this area, he wouldn't be eating the best, but the very least he could do was try and find any available vendors. It was easy to trade things such as stakes around these parts, especially since more vampires would stop in town searching for their next meals… The persistent thought of eating made a small grumble come from deep within his stomach. The archaeologist held a quick hand to it and squeezed on it. A scoff; he wasn't even that hungry!

Maybe their mind and body were fighting with each other, playing tricks on the unfortunate host. They couldn't say it'd been the first time, and they knew this wouldn't be the last. Desmond simply kept on their way, red eyes scanning the crevasses of tumbled infrastructure for any signs of human life. Wildlife worked as well, if need be. They believed themself to be quite the hunter, after all! They wouldn't mind if they had to--

A cry of her name made her mind freeze up. It responded to the first call, registering that someone nearby both knew her and was alive. The second chant made her head shoot up, quickly turning her head and body to locate the source of the sounds. Desmond knew where; she knew the voice of Simon Petrikov more than anybody. Well, mostly everybody… The antiquarian was spotted and the archaeologist stopped her twirling, unable to hold back an expression of exhilaration and relief. "Simon! I knew it was you!" As her best friend approached, he echoed a statement that was left ignored. She couldn't help her smiling.

"I'm your best friend, after all! I've gone to memorize your voice by he-" Desmond's voice died in their throat once the whimsy wore off and they noticed the parasol in his hands. Not only that, the paled skin… Wide eyed and lost to a disbelief that started to shake them to their core, they took a step back. Desmond wasn't stupid, and Simon knew they weren't stupid. At least he didn't attempt to hide the truth that stood in the display that almost felt like a knife through the back. Back-stabbing. Vampire.

The archaeologist immediately drew out one of his stakes, pointing it at the center of where Simon's heart was. Red like blood, his gaze stared daggers into the dots underneath the umbrella. "Save your concern; I was fending for food out on a nice, warm, sunny day." The stare increased in intensity. "By the by, you must be feeling quite famished yourself. Surely you haven't come out to make me your next meal, have you?" If Simon looked close enough, he could see there now lay unease and sadness in his eyes. The stake in his hands inched a pinch closer towards the vampire's core.

"But you wouldn't, and you won't, will you?" Again, the red looked at him, downward now at his attire. And now pain resided in Desmond's voice. "… Oh, Petry, just what did you get yourself into?"

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