#stunt stim

[zipzapzopzoop]

"INCOMING!"

Gaston Framagucci | Meet the Robinsons (2007)

[battystims]

brett hand stimboard~ for anon that's SUPER anonymous and definitely not fairly obviously the person with a brett hand icon that just followed this blog

👔 🪪 👔 / 🪪 [🙂] 🪪 / 👔 🪪 👔

[gurorori]

if you say shit like 'autism is not a disability' i hope you actually have really bad things happen to you and you are banned from the autism community for the foreseeable future. get another fun weird club if you so badly need one

so profoundly tired of people trying to make autism into this whimsical quirkiness when it's for most people a serious and debilitating life altering disorder

[dreveel]

Leap of Faith; {Credit}

[unproduciblesmackdown]

if i'm gonna do one thing it's caper

[sandinthemachine]

do you think könig ever bobs his head with the hood on so he looks like a silly seal or a little bird perhaps when they scrunch up

oh yes, I bet he has earbuds under the hood all the time so sometimes he bops his little head to the music and no one knows why

[cryptidcircuswrites]

Hello, Id like to request general HC can be as little detailed as you want with who do you think would be the best and worst person to make friendship bracelets for like who is straight up eating them beads. Joking it with the bracelet. Idk. Making bracelets and devastated you're not in bracelet throwing range ily/p -Marc

FRIENDSHIP BRACELET HEADCANONS

!- friendship bracelets with various characters, mentions of canon deaths

TIM WRIGHT

"Why the fuck would I wanna do that?"

Probably reminds him of the psych ward tbh

It was rare that he'd get to do arts and crafts but he always loved it

Uses as many colors as possible, the psych ward had none

Absolutely loves the bracelets too Wears his everywhere, forever. It's one of his most treasures possessions, not that he'd ever tell you. You only find out because he flips the FUCK out when he can't find it

JAY MERRICK

Makes the ugliest bracelet you've ever seen. Can't tie a knot to save his life. Gets sad if you don't wear the one he made for you, though, so you're stuck with it.

Despite being godawful, he's so excited to be doing something with you

He just wants to hang out all the time, forever (quality time love language gang unite)

The bracelet breaks at some point during season 2, but he keeps the beads in his pocket until his death.

BRIAN THOMAS

"Yeah, sure, sounds fun!"

He's not super into it, but you're his friend, you asked, so he feels kind of obligated.

His bracelets are decently pretty. Nothing too special, not Jay's disaster either.

Wears it for a couple weeks before tossing it in a drawer. You're friends, yeah, but he just doesn't get the whole bracelet thing.

ALEX KRALIE

Says no.

If you ask him again, you have to ask six times before he says yes.

SUPER particular about bead choice.

(Charm and color association, it's a super personal thing but you can't waterboard that out of him)

Pretends not to wear it but it's under his sleeves almost all the time

This man loses his glasses before he takes off his bracelet.

Towards the end, when he's sometimes lucid, he'll stare at the bracelet and try to remember your face.

TICCI TOBY

Twitches right as he's finishing his bracelet, ruining his progress and scattering the beads everywhere.

Gets pissed and leaves the table. You give him the one you made for him, but he opts for giving you jewelry he stole found instead

He wears the bracelet until he has a breakdown and tears it off in a panic, losing it forever

Definitely chews on it

JEFF THE KILLER

Will not make them with you, quite literally doesn't have the patience for it.

If you GIVE him one though, he will cry

He loves small gifts so much

Mans is permanently emotionally stunted, which means extreme reactions to EVERYTHING, not just the constant rage Probably personifies the bracelet.

Definitely talks to it on missions like it can somehow send a message to you.

EYELESS JACK

Eats the beads.

He likes the crunch and is too autistic to not have some kind of stim about them.

Threading the beads is difficult with the claws, so he ends up making you a shaker jar with baby oil and water

He's very particular about the colors, but not shape or texture since it's in a jar and also he can't see the shape very well, but you can both see colors and he wants you to feel as happy about the beads as he does (again, autism)

He wears the one you gave him until it eventually gets lost on an assignment

[kinopio-writes]

Can you write something with like vox x reader and the reader makes like animal noises like meowing and such as a vocal stim and idk💀 I meow and make random noises a lot and yeah😭🙏 sorry for rambling I apologize🦖

A/N: Don’t be sorry; I don’t mind people rambling in my inbox. I encourage it. Speaking of my inbox, it’s currently empty right now because I draft all of the requests first before I start working on them. So, uh, give me more requests, please? By the time I post this it’s probably empty now. This is formatted in headcanons, btw. And the reader is GN because it wasn’t specified. Neither platonic nor romantic. Interpret it however you like.

Warnings: None

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Vox x Reader who vocally stims

• the first time you vocally stimmed (made a noise that was indistinguishable), he raised a brow but shrugged it off

• then it happened again

• were you…calling for him?

• he’d just ask you straight up

• “the fuck are you doing…?”

• after you explain, he’d stare at you weirdly before nonchalantly going back to his phone, storing that info in his hard drive

• he’d get used to it after a while

• you also pause whatever you were doing after you do it as if you’re waiting for someone to respond

• if he’s in a good mood, he enlightens you by responding with a whistle (he even does it unintentionally sometimes)

• he won’t outright scream or make animal noises

• I think he’d be most weirded out by the latter

• ooh, I thought of a random scenario where Vox yells in frustration (probably about Alastor, lol) while you’re in the room, and you just scream back

• he’d get so confused that it momentarily stunts his anger (if he heard you, that is)

• after that, it would sort of ruin the moment for him, so any anger he feels just dissipates

• moving on, if your vocal stim is singing or humming, he’d ask you, “What’cha singing?” in the same manner as the time he asked Val, “—someone who owes you money?” in episode 2

• I don’t think he’d sing with you or hum, but he would listen

• I like to think that he likes having background noise

• if your vocal stim is more about quotes from shows or movies, he’d probably think you were talking to yourself at first

• he does that, too, so he doesn’t judge too harshly

• perhaps just a little sideways glance, but there’s no thought behind it

• after a while, he’ll start to tease you about it or start smiling to himself as he scrolls through his emails

• if you quote more intense dialogue from dramas, he chuckles because of how random they are

• if you quote something from his shows, he’d just smugly grin to himself

• all in all, you don’t have to be afraid of judgment because this guy will not care after he gets used to it

[jangofettjamz]

Short And Shy

Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: You were an inch shorter than Tara and extremely shy. She absolutely adored you for it.

Warnings: Description of autistic meltdown

Requested by: @d-epicplayz1028

Words

3rd person POV

Today was stressful on Y/N, a bad mental health day to be specific. Y/N lived by a simple schedule. He'd wake up, get ready for college, ride to school with his girlfriend, learn and spend the rest of the day with her. This would hardly waver from its course, but he was content with that. However, unfortunate events would impede on that schedule.

Tara and Y/N walked hand in hand down the halls of their college, the glares of students did not go amiss by the couple. They watched them; stared, most of envy, jealousy and the occasional resentment. Not that it bothered them of course, at least not Tara. Y/N wasn't fond of all the attention he was getting.

They found their place in their seats, each offering a warm smile to the other, filling them with a sense of warmth and comfort that only such a loving smile could offer.

Though, that sense of warmth quickly dissipated when one of the jocks and his friends burst through the door with a boom box in hand, blasting loud music that bounced across the lecture hall walls.

Y/N winced as the sound waves from the speakers invaded his ear drums. Tara took notice of the discomfort his face had displayed and moved to cover his ears with her hands, her thumbs moving in circular motions across his temples in an effort to calm him.

The lecturer was too busy reprimanding the boys who had interrupted his class to even notice the couple. He spouted something about having the boys expelled if they attempted a stunt like that again, Tara didn't really care for what he had to say, keeping jer focus solely on her lover.

Y/N began babbling incoherently, a symptom of overstimulation from loud noises. People were starting to look at the two of them and starting to whisper, not helping the situation at all. He could feel all the eyes on him, like the whole world's gaze set itself on him, to mock and belittle him.

He felt as though his throat had closed up, cutting off any potential communication. His senses were in overdrive, the smell of the mahogany chairs he sat on invading his nasal passages. His clothes felt wrong, the material itching his skin, too irritable to go unnoticed. Tara put two and two together, he was gonna have a meltdown.

Tara kept whispering sweets words to her partner "Shh shh shh, it's okay baby. You're okay, my love. Can I hold you? Would you like to be held right now?" The boy nodded desperately, wanting the warm embrace and comfort from her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap and began rocking him, a technique that proved to be quite effective at calming him.

The lecturer finally took notice of the couple and demanded to know why the sound of cries were present. "Ms Carpenter what is going on?" He asked impatiently after having to deal with the jocks.

"Y/N is having a meltdown, may we be excused?" The lecturer nodded, likely not wanting to argue anymore than he had to. Tara picked Y/N up and carried him out of the classroom, his shorter stature allowing this to be possible.

She hurried out of the classroom with him in her arms, ignoring the numerous voices talking about them. Y/N keeps his legs around her waist and his face in her neck while she carries him to her car, weak sniffles are heard by Tara, making her even more mad at the jocks who caused this.

Once they made out of the building Tara sets him down and opens the car door for him, he hastily gets in and shuts the door, stimming to try and regulate himself. Tara takes her place in the drivers seat and holds him for a few more minutes, carding her fingers through his scalp.

"Stupid jocks, aren't they" She says to which he mumbled out a sound in agreement, still unable to verbally communicate properly. "Let's go to my place. Is that okay?" He nodded again, prompting Tara to buckle up and he the same.

- 20 minutes later

Tara turned the key to open the front door to her apartment, it was there they were met with Sam. She was going to greet Y/N, but thought twice when she saw his current state. She went for it anyway "Hey buddy, what happened?" She says expressing deep concern.

He looked to Tara to speak up for him, she got the message and spoke up. "Some asshole and his friends blasted music in our lecture. He got overstimulated so I took him out of there." She explains, he held her hand a little tighter, his head nestled against her chest.

Sam cooed out of sympathy "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" she says and he smiles at her words which she happily returned.

Tara kept repeating sweet words to him, making him feel safe. Y/N felt the environment around him become warmer with each word that came out of her mouth, comforting him I'm the best way possible. "You're doing so good baby, you're safe now. Nothing can get you here. No stupid jocks, no loud music, just you and me" he felt at home, she felt like his home; a safe space.

She looked down at him, taking note of his features, admiring him. He saw this and his cheeks went beat red. She giggled mischievously, knowing the effect she has on him. She placed a kiss on his forehead and the heat in his cheeks rose to new heights.

Her hands worked his body, one in his hair and one rubbing his back and arms. He kept his hands in his sleeves due to the shyness he was experiencing. Tara kept placing kisses on his head, loving the way he reacts to them.

"Are you feeling a little shy, baby?" He nodded, then yawned, tired from the meltdown earlier. "Shy and tired I see. Wanna take a nap for me?" A part of him wanted to protest, though, he knew that she was right and that he needed rest.

He nodded his head, eyes half open. She took upon herself to carry him to bed, showing her impressive strength despite being 5'1, though he was inch or two smaller than her.

She placed him on her bed, looming over him like a guardian angel. She draped the blanket over his small frame like a protective shield from all the bad things in the world and kissed his forehead with love and passion "Sleep tight, sweet boy. I love you"

And just like that he was out like a light. Tara stayed by his side as he slept, holding his hand knowing her presence alone brings him great comfort.

She was never leaving him. Ever.

[hockstetters-overbite]

just gimme anything Patrick, headcannons of the randomest shit are my fav

I LOVE THIS STUPID FUCKING IDIOT SO IM SO HAPPY TO WRITE ABOUT HIM OMGGGG--

Tws: It's Patrick, tf you expect from him? Animal death, one sided henpat, and messy ass drama

One sided Henpat is my favorite thing ever, I definitely think Patrick has/had a thing for Henry and that Henry didn't reciprocate his feelings at all in canon so sorry if ya like Henpat lol!

This fucker has ears that can hear just about any rumor, he definitely tried to start a few rumors too. he loves messy, messy drama

Personally because of the junkyard scene in the book, I think Patrick either had access to things children shouldn't be seeing or is an S/A survivor. it doesn't justify him touching Henry at all but i feel like it'd be a logical explanation

Patrick once told Belch that blue fire was cold and belch ended up touching the fire...Patrick got his ass handed to him after that stunt

Him and Belch definitely gossip about Henry being a lil bit fruity for Victor, Patrick's definitely a bit jealous of Victor being so close to henry

This boy is definitely a fan of taxidermy, his collection of bugs is quite expansive and I headcanon that he has taxidermied a few beetles and has a few butterflies pinned up to his wall in a photo frame!

He's definitely a mama's boy

Unlike the rest of the gang, Patrick wasn't childhood friends with anyone besides Belch

Even with Belch it was more like Belch's mom making him go play with the weird kid next door and I really live for that dynamic

He fucking hates his neighbors, no one even knows who his neighbors are but Patrick fucking hates them

Once spread a rumor that Henry had Chlamydia, no one really knows why he did it (he thought it'd be funny)

Patrick has vocal stims that are literally just him saying things that he has heard that he thinks are funny

His music taste consists of rock, metal, and the teeniest tiniest bit of pop and country

Once threatened to skin Henry alive for saying Dolly Parton's music was shit

he hates pugs

If ya'll couldn't tell, I had a lot of fun with these! a lot of these were just random things I thought of while staring at Patrick lmfao

I hope these were enjoyable!

[zipzapzopzoop]

"INCOMING!"

Gaston Framagucci | Meet the Robinsons (2007)

[pjsk-hot-takes]

I think as an autistic person the idea of autistic Rui isn’t like. Inherently Bad or anything. I think there’s other characters that have more stuff supporting it (Kanade, Nene, Kohane) but it’s not like inherently a bad headcanon or interpretation

but the way people *handle* it is….. weird……

Like it’s used a lot as a justification for his behavior. Which like I’ve BEEN ostracized for being autistic so I know what it feels like. And I don’t think he deserves to be ostracized. But why are we acting like him literally using bombs on school campus with absolutely zero qualifications is a normal thing that needs to be defended.

Like that’s still extremely dangerous to the other students and just completely disregarding of other peoples safety. I don’t care how much Rui claims he “has it under control” he’s a teenager!!!! He doesn’t have a degree in pyrotechnics!!!!! He should not be doing that especially not at a public school where people could get hurt!!!!

And like if for whatever reason he genuinely needed to do something with explosions. Like if it’s a stim or a special interest or whatever. There’s a lot of safer alternatives you could try?

stim boards are a thing! Video games are a thing! Fanfic is a thing! If it’s the science process of it I’m sure you can simulate something similar in real life that is far safer. I’m sure if he has a psychologist they could help come up with other options. Literally if he needs to do these dangerous stunts there are safe!!! Alternatives!!!!! It doesn’t need to be the real thing!

Also, like, if it does need to be the real thing - one, keep it to shows maybe??? Where everyone is consenting??? Two, there are actual pyro technicians that you can hire for that exact purpose. Rui has no reason to mess with dangerous explosives unless it’s for budget reasons which like I THINK omitting real explosions or going for a safer alternative that mimics explosions is a better idea than messing with dangerous ones and having little to no clue what you’re doing. Sure maybe Rui has read up on it but he’s still a teenager and still isn’t a professional and shouldn’t be trusted with dangerous equipment that could hurt others in public.

Rui doing this type of stuff around Tsukasa and himself is one thing, because at least they’re consenting, but in public is a whole different story.

I feel like the fandom babies and infantilizes Rui. Like “oh noooo he’s just autistic it’s not his fault he puts people in mortal danger :((((( look at him!!! He’s so sweet!!!!!” I just. I don’t like it. I think autistic people SHOULD be allowed to point out the ableist undertones here without like, being shot down.

And yeah it’s true some autistic people might not know when they’re doing things wrong, but that’s still not a justification to defend his right to put people in mortal danger??????

Like, if Rui doesn’t understand that, he still. Shouldn’t be doing it. Like he should still be given safer alternatives that could maybe work instead and be safer for everybody involved. Not given free rein to cause as much damage as he wants that’s. Idk I don’t like that and I don’t like how much people fervently defend it.

Giving him alternatives isn’t, like, a Bad Thing. He can engage with dangerous stunts in safer ways or at least do it in a way that doesn’t endanger other non-consenting people.

And also, like, Rui and other characters doing this type of stuff for the sake of comedy isn’t actually a bad thing imo I still think it can be funny so I’m not saying it should be erased or toned down in the actual story. I just think people trying to defend it from a moral stand point is weird. Like you can acknowledge it’s not. A good thing to do in real life???? And maybe not glorify it????? And still enjoy/find it funny in the story like it’s just a comedy thing.

Maybe this doesn’t make sense I’m tired but. Idk I don’t like how people treat Rui being autistic as a justification for anything he does wrong ever. It feels infantilizing.

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[chronicbeans]

Human Illustrator Wally Darling AU (Headcanons)

While I'm working on writing a few original stories, I'ma keep y'all Welcome Home Illustration Wally AU fans fed with some info about the AU. This is for Wally, himself. I'll also make some about the rest of the cast.

TW: Mentions of Schizophrenia, Hallucinations, Medications/Side Effects

🖍️ Wally, as stated above, is an illustrator! He's loved to draw ever since he was a little boy. When he was around 20, he started to draw pictures based on the odd things he began hearing or seeing. When he explained that to his mother, who he still lived with at the time, they took him to the doctor. After a while, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. He was very little when he was diagnosed with autism, so he doesn't remember when it happened.

🖍️ Wally didn't really like the medications the doctors immediately prescribed him for his schizophrenia. They had a lot of horrible side effects, which made him not feel like himself. He often felt drowsy, dizzy, had blurry vision, and just wasn't doing so well. He made sure to give each medication a good shot, before deciding that he didn't find going through the side effects very worth it. So, he mainly just goes to cognitive behavioral therapy (which he calls talk therapy).

🖍️ He really wants to make sure every child feels appreciated. He was treated as the odd one out as a kid until Barnaby came along and became his friend. He doesn't want other kids to have the same experience. He just doesn't have very many direct ways of helping them, besides book signing and donating to charities and local daycares/schools. He usually donates anonymously, because he doesn't want the media to see it as a publicity stunt.

🖍️ He usually stims by chewing on things, pacing around, or waving his forearms. If he doesn't have something to chew on, like gum or a pencil, he will usually end up biting his lips or the insides of his cheeks.

🖍️ He lives with Barnaby, who often helps ground him whenever he gets anxious and tries to keep his goals realistic. In turn, he tries to do the same for Barnaby, which Barnaby tries to stop him from doing. Barnaby actually moved in with Wally after he got bankrupt trying to start a comedy club and a part of the reason why he doesn't want Wally to help calm him down is because he feels like he already "owes too much to him". Wally doesn't really understand that.

🖍️ Also, Wally acted as Cupid and helped set up Eddie and Frank, who are happily married in this AU. You can't stop me they are too cute together not to.

[dreveel]

Stunt Woman; {Credit}

[germplush]

Kai!! an age stunted teenage giraffe! he's autistic (he/they/it) and he's a sensory plushie and we love him.. btw it's stimming / rocking and wagging tail - shane/angel/locket/theo/bug

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello, could I request dancing with Copia in the rain, perhaps after not seeing him for a while? Sorry if it's vague-

Aw, that's actually super cute! - Jez

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia was the kind of man that, despite the initial awkwardness, could bring people go him. They loved how sweet he was, how comforting his presence felt. You supposed it made sense why he was chosen as the next vocalist for Ghost. And then as the next Papa. And you were proud of him, you really were!

You simply hated the idea of him being away for so long.

He would call you every day, the sweetheart that he was. You'd talk about your day, ask how he has been, pout that he was so far away from you. And he'd tell you about his day, what weird stunts the ghouls pulled, ask about the rats that he left in your loving care and join in on your pouting, wishing you were there in his arms.

It was nice, yes. Laying in your bed, watching him on the screen of your laptop as he removed his facepaint. His words were sweet, very sweet. He had a way with words, once he got past the initial blockage in his brain. And even if he had issues speaking, you still thought his stimming was adorable. You'd mimic him playfully, which always made him feel better, less weird. You just wished he would be here, next to you, so you could kiss his hands. His face. So you could wrap your arms around him while you sat in his lap in just your little nightgown. So he'd hold you tight, nuzzling into your neck.

And tonight was the night. He would finally return. You didn't care that it was last midnight. You stood there, looking through the window next to the giant door to the Ministry, but you barely saw anything. It didn't matter that you were barefoot and only wearing the night gown you knew he liked and matching panties that he got you. It was warm outside. Or maybe it wasn't and you were just hot because of how excited you felt. In more than one way.

Finally, after what felt like ages of waiting, you heard the car pull up. You used all your body weight to pull the giant door open just so you could run outside and throw yourself into his arms as he got out of the car. You didn't care about the teasing chuckles from the Ghouls (most likely Swiss and Sunshine) or the soft coos at how adorable you two were (definitely Cirrus and Cumulus), you just wanted to kiss him again.

You didn't care that it was raining cats and dogs. That you were already soaking, even though you barely got outside. It was just an excuse to take a shower with the love of your life.

Once you finally broke the kiss, both of you started giggling like idiots. Aether probably made a comment about it, considering he got smacked in the head by Sodo hard enough to let out a dramatic whine. Finally mountain started chasing the other Ghouls back to then den to give you two some privacy as you just held onto each other and giggled.

You didn't realize when you started dancing, Copia happily twirling your joyful self on the grass and dipping you dramatically, like in a scene straight out of some cheap romance movie. Lucky for you, he loved cheap romance movie, so you ended up making out again.

"We should go inside, yes? Don't want you getting sick now that I'm back." He suggested, resting his forehead against yours as you both took a moment to catch your breath, his arms holding you pressed against him. You could swear you felt a soft poke in a very familiar area, and you loved that. You'd take care of it as soon as you were back in his room.

You only got to nod before you laughed again as he picked you up like a princess. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling at how he looked, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.

For moments like these, you could survive all the tours and weeks apart. Just to see him look at you like this, when he finally got back.