#tourettes headcanon

[mugsy]

Sylvie has a bad habit of assuming the worst in Giovanni. And when he gets upset, he gets defensive. Some instances of this are more lighthearted and easy to resolve! This is one of those instances

Ft. Tourettic Giovanni again. Tourettes awareness month is in a week and I will not be able to hold myself back when it arrives. Prepare yourselves

[disabledstraydogs]

Memes for when you headcanon your faves as having a disability.

Links to all flags are under the cut, text transcript is in the alt of the image.

If you want one of a specific disability/symptom feel free to ask!

Flags in order:

Disabled (general)

General mobility aid flag by spaghettimakesflags

Disabled (general)

EDS flag by themogaidragon

ME/CFS flag by lesbianayda

Epilepsy flag by spaghettimakesflags

DID/OSDD flag by the entropy system

Striped schizophrenia flag by psychotic-pisces with the original flag being by madprideflags.

BPD flag by ptsdsafe

Autism flag by unknown (?)

ADHD flag by Reinrein

Tourette's flag by first-sight-and-second-thoughts

[tugstoffoles]

[ticpunk]

If you have any tourettic character headcanons of your own, send them to my ask box!

[transpoettryinghisbest]

It's Tourette's Awareness Month!

To celebrate Tourette’s awareness month, I want to share my first ever Tourettic headcanon. Maggey Byrde. She’s hyperactive, restless, easily irritated and is known for having bad luck just follow her around, which is often what having Tourette’s feels like. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just bad luck, and it causes many problems in its wake. But despite all of the difficulties she faces, and the judgement she gets from a neurotypical world, she still has such a go-getter attitude and never gives up on trying to live a normal life.

Tourette’s has taught me so much about life and trying to find meaning and appreciation for life. So here’s to all of us.

Thanks so much to @probablygayattorneys for making this edit for me!

[tourettescrusade]

Hey y'all

If I made like, streams, drawing characters with tourettes (canon and headcanon) just having tics or interacting idk having fun.

Would you watch it?

Bc I've been low on motivation and the background music isn't cutting it anymore haha

Plug for my art blog here just in case you want to check out my stuff before you decide lmao @holadrawss

[awakefor48hours]

Quick, share a neurodivergent headcanon that isn’t ADHD and/or autism

[that-1-url]

so something I've noticed within a lot of fandoms is that people will post their "neurodivergent" headcanons. which is fine ofc, however when they say "neurodivergent" they are typically only referring to autism or ADHD. maaaayybbee ptsd if the character(s) are "traumatized enough" (by that I mean, there's typically one who everyone uwuifies and infantilizes because their trauma is most prominently on display within the media). a common headcanon that often fails to address the trauma of other characters, or that trauma doesn't always manifest itself as PTSD/C-PTSD.

point being, while there's nothing wrong with headcanoning characters with these (autism, adhd, ptsd), maybe...do research? branch out more? imagine how nice it would be if suddenly large amounts of people were not only educated about other lesser-known forms of neurodivergence (ocd, did, npd, bpd, aspd, schizotypal disorders, etc.) but destigmatized them by giving these headcanons to well-loved, popular characters (rather than the villains or antagonists, or even just less popular or even hated characters). (and hey, if you didn't know, schizophrenia and autism can present similarly)

(that being said please do research before you head canon something stigmatizing or ableist.)

it could pave the way for real, genuine, non-stigmatizing or demonizing representation.

and this could probably be a separate post but I wanted to include it here as well:

POC CHARACTERS CAN BE NEURODIVERGENT. POC CHARACTERS ARE ALSO AUTISTIC, ALSO HAVE ADHD, OCD, AND MORE!! STOP LEAVING THEM OUT, STOP ONLY HEADCANONING THE WHITE PROTAGONISTS AS AUTISTIC.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk, please feel free to add on

[sagecoloureddaydreams]

I have Tics and I second this

Once again, Nick from Hell Followed With Us has Tourette’s bc I said so.

The same way he’s able to hide being autistic, masking his stimming and eloping to have meltdowns in his room, he’s able to suppress his tics until he’s alone. his face mask and hair helps hide most of his face tics, and any others he tries his best to suppress- which results in him having tic attacks once he’s away from everyone. Only a few of The Watch members know.

[mugsy]

My friend brought up the idea of Giovanni having Tourettes and I fell in love with it immediately so here’s some doodles of this idea. I neeeeever see Tourettes headcanons ever and I NEEEEED to change this. It’s my duty as a tourettic. I’ll die if I don’t.

Anyways. Giovanni Tourettes real. Do not get on my ass about it if u aren’t tourettic urself I don’t wanna HEAR IT!!!!! Take this edit and begone from my sight

[disabledstraydogs]

Kenji has Tourette's

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Image ID: A transparent image of wan Kenji in front of the diagonal version of the Tourette's flag by first-sight-and-second-thoughts.

The divider is of the striped version but made into a gradient.

[naturesapphic]

Heyyyyy loveeee can u please write a fanfic abt reader having Tourette and Billie dealing with it!!

(Little reader or big reader idm)

Headcannon: Fem!reader having Tourette’s & how Billie helps

Billie eilish x tourettes!fem!reader

Warnings: nothing I think?

- we all know that Billie has Tourette’s

- so when she found out her girlfriend had them as well she felt seen

- of course she knows people who has tourettes but this was something more. You were her person and you have something she does as well

- you and Billie’s are kinda similar but sometimes you’ll have days where it’s really bad

- your head will jerk, you move your muscles in different places of your body, you’ll repeat stuff over and over, etc

- the two of you when y’all have a tic attack is always there for one another

- when you have a major gif attack billie helps you in any way she can

- she’ll help distract you by asking you about different things, give you a massage, or turn on your favorite show/movie

- she’ll also get some essential oils to help the both of you as well

- you also learned that some foods help too

- overall billie is very understanding and mindful as she also has it and because she is just a great human in general

A/n: I was trying to make this longer and I’ve done some research on it but I’m scared I’m gonna accidentally say something wrong so if I did please let me know :) I hope everyone still enjoyed it and remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[angelwowings]

I’m making a post about Tourette’s for people that write for toby first things first. A common mistake that I have already pointed out but still see people making twitches are not tics twitches a caused from stress and poor diet etc while tics are not. Also as a person who had struggled with both they feel completely different I can feel tics coming up and twitches go almost unnoticed. And about the swearing part only about 10% of people with Tourette’s having swearing tics. So depending on how hard you write for Toby’s Tourette’s please keep that in mind. I am aware that his creator has confirmed he had ‘severe’ Tourette’s but that was clearly not shown in his story or any kind of other imagine we got from him so…..and please when you write about him and he has a tic attack don’t make y/n or whatever character hold him during it. yes it can calm one down but same goes for the seizure rules tics cannot be prevented by holding the body.

oh and some other facts: tics can trigger tics it’s pretty common me and my best friend both have tics and both get triggered of each other and also things like small noises can trigger tics. Most people can also feeling tics as a sort of tingling feeling creeping up the back of your neck (that’s the best description I have heard someone describe it) most tics also get triggered from sudden temperature changes

those last few sentences are from mine and my friend’s experiences :) I thought it’d put it in there too since it’s common but everyone is different with their tics

btw before anything no I do not have Tourette’s although I do have a tic disorder (also different things but won’t get into that)

Thanks for reading! Please spread this so people won’t make mistakes

(also this is not proof read and I’m dyslexic so if any typos don’t be surprised)

[monowritestoomuch]

YuuriVoice Characters Reacting To You Having A Tic Spasm/Tic Attack:

Notes: 

I wish there were VA’s doing tic attack comfort audios, but I can never find any :(

I lowkey forgot what Faust calls his listener so someone please let me know in comments or reblogs. Also made a masterlist!

I wrote this because I actually want decent representation for tics in the modern day but sadly Hollywood sucks so might as well do it myself, as someone with tics. This took a really long time! If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comments or reblogs!

And if you’re bald, I formally apologize.

Also, I’ve been super busy with a cosplay so this would’ve been done sooner but I’ve been busy so sue me. If I mix tenses, I tried, okay? Enjoy this as my ability to write and post is about to go down the drain.

Alphonse🍬:

Tic Spasm & Large Scale Tic Attack

You were laying on your bed in the morning, having just woken up. You were groggy and stiff. That’s all you thought you were. Stiff.

Alphonse lay by your side, sleeping soundly. He seemed to be so peaceful while he slept, a gentle smile creeping onto your face as you looked at his beautiful own, bathed in the morning light. 

You try to sit up, which would have been easy. Simple and easy, if it was a normal morning. 

You feel your muscles convulse and stiffen, panic overcoming you. You fall back on your mattress, head hitting your pillow. You start to shake as your tics overcome your body, vision blurring. Your neck started to twitch and snap in multiple directions, as your back froze up, shaking. 

You felt movement beside you, and a hand on your bicep, shaking you lightly. You could slightly hear a voice, but your hearing was going in and out, eyes shaking side to side and up and down. 

Your vision hazed back in as you turned your head to face. . .your loving boyfriend, brows knitted with a concerned expression on his face. 

“Hey, hey, Boo,” he said softly, cradling your arm. “You can hear me now, right? Yeah, yeah?” To that, you nodded. 

“The ticking thing you told me about? Tourette's? Tic spasm, right?” he asked, lips downturned as you attempted to nod before your neck snapped in the other direction. “Okay, okay. I get it you can’t really talk right now, so just try and breathe, like you usually do,” he attempted to reassure. “Deep breaths, okay. Here, I’ll breathe with you, okay?” 

The two of you took deep breaths, yours much shakier than his own as your body slowly stopped ticcing and shaking. Once it stopped completely, he spoke up again. 

“You feelin’ better, Boo?” he asked, an empathetic expression on his face. “Can I hug you?” he asked after you nodded in response to the previous question. He wrapped you in his arms, his lips in your hair, kissing the top of your head as he cradled you.

Seth🐺:

Collapsing/Wooziness with tic attacks (Cuddle comforting)

It was a normal day at your house, unpacking some old boxes with Seth’s help, which you very much appreciated. The two of you had cleared out so many boxes within the past few hours and it was going smoothly. 

That was until you started to feel a little woozy.

You’d had a slight headache for an hour at that point, and because it was dull, you didn’t think much of it when it started, but it only became worse.

A chill crawled up your spine as you picked up the next cardboard box, Seth carrying two boxes to the opposite side of the room.

Your head was swimming and your back was tingling. Your chest felt heavy. You shakily set down the box, although the weight wasn’t heavy, you felt yourself shaking. You felt slightly lighter when you put it down, deciding to sit down on the floor, resting your head against the wall, the coolness feeling like heaven on your forehead. 

Your head was still spinning as Seth slowly walked over, kneeling in front of you and looking you in the eyes as you twitched, head spinning. You looked up to face him, a pained expression on your face, seeing a concerned expression on his. 

“You okay, Sugar?” he asked, concern etching his features. You nodded absentmindedly, humming in response. 

“‘m ‘bit dizzy,” you muttered dizzily. “-felt like collapsing.”

Seth nodded, still evidently concerned. “You want me to get you some water?” he asked. 

“Mhm,” you hummed. He kissed your brow, leaving the room briefly, before returning a few minutes later with a cup of ice water.

He held it in front of you, handing it to you, your hands shaking as you held the glass up to your lips. He held his hands under the glass, just in case you dropped it. “Sip slowly,” he ordered, not sounding like much of an order, but more of an educated ask. 

You drank the water in gulps, the coolness of it a pleasant relief on your headache and chest. 

You had but a moment to set down the glass before your body started shaking harder and you forced yourself to swallow the last gulp of water before you started twitching uncontrollably. 

Seth backed up a foot, deciding to give you some space, as he knew you hated to be cramped.

He held his hands in your own, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands. You didn’t understand why, but it helped, your ticcing calming down, albeit only slightly. 

He sat next to you, you placing your head on his shoulder as your shaking continued, legs outstretched. 

Once the shaking slowed and your breathing returned to a semi-normal state, he started to rub your back slowly, pressing a kiss into your hair. His hands were big and warm, a feeling of calmness washing over you.

“You feel a bit better now, Sugar?” he asked, concern still evident in his face. 

“Yeah,” you responded, speech still slightly slurred. “Less dizzy.”

“Good,” he answered, wrapping his arms around you, as if to both comfort you and himself. “I want you to be safe and happy, and I wish I could fix this whole thing and make it go away for you, but I can’t and I’m sorry,” he apologized. 

“It’s not your fault,” you responded almost instantly. “I’ve had this for a long time now, I know how to work around it, it just sometimes gets the better of me and–” you pause. “-sometimes I need to rest in someone’s big, strong arms,” you attempt to joke. 

Seth doesn’t laugh, but a small, gentle smile appears on his face. He kisses you on the cheek, laying down with you on the hardwood floor and cuddling with you until you felt well enough to stand up again.

Auron🩸:

Vocal and physical tic attack

Auron had been wondering where you were, as you weren’t in your cubicle in the law department and your co-workers had reported to have not seen you for over an hour, which concerned him. 

He walked past the breakroom, seeing you inside, shaking on one of the chairs. He could hear your rapid breathing and could see the panicked expression in your eyes. 

Your left hand was over your chest, your left hand practically tearing your hair out. Your pupils were blown wide and you were twitching every few seconds. 

You knew it got bad, but never this bad.

Auron sped into the breakroom, and right up to where you sat. 

“What’s going on?” he asked, hands in front of him, unsure whether he should touch you.

“T-wooooo-t-tic attack–” you attempt to say, stuttering and ticcing between words. “-’m sorry boss, I’ll get back to work soon, I just ‘ave to–”

“No, absolutely not,” he interrupted, shutting you down. “You are shaking, Rook,” he started. “And you can barely speak.”

Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment as you looked down, still shaking. 

He sighed. “You said that it would be this bad during the interview, and on your file, but-” he paused. “-I didn’t think it would hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” You responded quickly, fist waving wildly around you, trying to be cautious as to not hit your boss. “Just,” you pause, your voice cracking as you repeat the word. “-tense, just tense.”

Auron frowned at you, seemingly not believing in your explanations. “You’re panicking too, you know.”

You had noticed your breathing speeding up and becoming rapid and inconsistent.

“Sorry,” you apologized. Auron’s frown deepened. 

“Would you,” he paused, not knowing if it would help, or if it would make your ticcing worse. “Can I hug you?” he blurted out, eyes looking anywhere but yours. 

Your back was tense as you remembered how nice his hands felt when you two would spend nights together. Although he seemed tough, his large, warm hands would rub your back, sending you to a realm of comfort and sleepiness.

You thought for a moment before attempting a nod before your neck snapped in the other direction, continuing to twitch. 

He sat in the chair beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around you, his hands on your back, tracing shapes into it.

You were sent into a sense of calmness, his tracing feeling familiar and comfortable in the background of the rain pattering on the windows outside. 

You were still shaking, but the warmth that spread across your body relaxed you, lessening the flinching and twitching until you were barely shaking at all. 

Once your breathing was regular, Auron stopped tracing the shapes on your back, retracting his hands to his pockets. 

“Are you,” he stopped, taking a breath before he spoke again. “Do you feel better? And don’t spout apologies–you don’t have to apologize for this.”

You nodded, not feeling like talking anymore.

“Don’t worry,” he started, standing up. “Leave early today, don’t worry about the work, deadline extended,” he said, walking to the door, stopping as he opened it, a foot out the door. “If-if you ever need someone–just to talk to about this, come find me in my office.”

You silently thanked him, a slight smile on your face, as he walked out of the door. He seemed stoic, but underneath you knew, he cared. He cared about you.

Faust🥏:

Tic attack (+regular panicking)

“Hey,” Faust started, entering your streaming room. “You ended the stream abruptly, what the hell happe–oh shit.”

What he saw was you, lying on your back on your fluffy rug, shaking and twitching. Your head was twitching backwards every few seconds, hitting the fluffy rug, which didn’t help much as it was thin and the floors were hardwood. 

“So this is why you abruptly ended the stream,” he realized aloud, watching as you shook and flinched. 

You could barely talk, your hearing blurring in and out through your aching head. Tears streaked down your face, warm, salty and unending. 

Faust didn’t know how to help you, panic settling in his veins as your condition only got worse. 

The back of your head kept hitting the rug, the underlying floor giving you a headache. You could feel your arms moving without your brain telling them to, going in several different directions, freezing in the middle of the air for a minute before twitching back down at your sides.

“What-what do I do?” Faust asked, clearly more panicked than you were. You could tell he was on the edge of a minor panic attack with how he was acting. He seemed to be panicking about this whole thing even more than you were.

“I–” You try to say, repeating the vowel several times over due to your ticcing. “J-just a tic attack, ‘m gonna be fine–woooooo-” you pause, shaking terribly. “-just give me a-a minute-”

“Fuck! Should I call a doctor?” he shouted, pacing the room. “Should I call my brother, he might know what to do–no, no he wouldn’t even answer his phone!” You hear him ramble. He opens his phone, seemingly googling something. 

“How–no, what to do when your friend has a tic attack?” he mutters, typing the words into the search box on his phone. “Remain calm, don’t draw attention to it, and simply offer quiet support–do you want a hug or a shoulder pat or something?”

You smile at his attempt of assistance warmly. “Could I have the Disney themed w-woooo-weighted blanket?” You ask in-between tics.

“Ye-yeah, of course,” he responds, running out of the room for a moment before running back in and draping the Winnie the Pooh weighted blanket over your body, the weight helping with the tics.

Faust plops himself into a criss-cross-apple-sauce on the fluffy rug, eyes watching you intently as your ticcing calmed down. He sat beside you, hands in his lap until your ticcing stopped, making sure you were okay after and writing down a note to do some research on tics in the near future. 

Charlie🍕:

Zoning out, shaking and minor tics

“Hey Casp’, I’m back from my shift!” he shouted through the apartment, which was unusually silent. “Casper?” he called out, walking further into the apartment. 

He found you trying to make dinner in the kitchen, shaking and twitching as you held onto the dark-toned counters, eyes unfocused. 

He ran over to you, gently taking your forearms in his hands, feeling your arms shake. He walked you down to the couch to sit, your eyes still unfocused. 

Your hearing blurred, as did your vision. You could hear Charlie talking to you about something, seemingly ranting, as he held your shaking arms in his hands. Your eyes were unfocused, eyes facing a wall with a painting on it. 

As your vision blurred back in, you could see the painting clearer. It was one of the few that you’d brought when you moved in with Charlie. A sailboat amongst a calm water city port, several boats around it and in the distance of the painting, clouds gathering overhead. Some of the tiny people in the painting were waving, others sailing and others moving objects in the painting. But the big sailboat in the middle of the painting was the focal point. A woman, dressed in a Dolly Varden dress and a pirate captain’s hat stood sailing it, her long red hair blowing in what seemed to be a breeze, a wide smile on her face, eyes squinted. 

Focusing on the painting had cleared your mind a bit, allowing you to focus more. You remembered why you’d bought it. You’d bought it at a garage sale in your hometown, before you had moved to the city, finding it stunningly beautiful. It reminded you of life in a sort of way, beautiful and peaceful for but a moment. The approaching clouds symbolized the things that could go wrong, or would go wrong. The duality of life and man. The Approaching Storm, it was named. You’d been attached to the painting ever since, not understanding why, but just feeling like it was important enough to garner your spirit.

Your eyes focused, turning your head to face Charlie, who was facing you, concerned, until you faced him. 

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” he responded, looking at you warmly. “You feel any better?”

“Yeah,” you answered, tired. “I forgot to take my meds yesterday, and this happ-happened, sorry–”

“Don’t apologize, you can’t control these things sometimes,” he told you, drawing you into a hug. “I’ll make sure you take your meds tonight–and for the rest of the week if you need it?”

You nodded, smiling as you hugged him back, warmth pooling in your chest. 

“Wanna watch movies and eat the leftover Chinese food in the fridge?” he asked, a cheeky smile appearing on his face. 

“I th-thought you’d never ask,” You responded as he stood up from the couch, wrapping a fluffy blanket over you and going over to the kitchen and opening the fridge, grabbing a few containers and bringing them over to the coffee table as you turned on Deadpool.

Lucien😈:

Collapsing(minor), tic attack, absence of medication

“Human–I mean Angel! I’ve brought back some of that human food you like! I think you called it pizza? I got you the one with the cheesy crust, and the cheesy breadsticks!” Lucien called out into your apartment, smiling widely as he carried two boxes, one big pizza box and one smaller box, filled to the brim with cheesy breadsticks.

When he received no response, he called out again. “Angel?” 

Lucien walked around the apartment calling your name, until he found you collapsed on your bedroom floor. “Angel!” he shouted, rushing over to your shaking body, the boxes of food making a ‘thud’ sound as they hit the floor. 

“‘m fine Lucien,” You say, voice raspy and dry. 

“Like hell you are!” he exclaims, his face a cross between angry and concerned. “I know for a fact this is not normal human behavior! Humans don’t just collapse!” he shouted,  his voice ringing through the apartment, and your head. 

He was so loud, and your head was throbbing in your skull. 

“I ran out of meds, Luci–” You interrupted quietly, your voice slightly above a whisper. “-’nd I can’t get any more for another week, when I get my paycheck–” You continued, feeling drowsy. 

“Human medicine should be free,” he huffs. “We have free medication in Hell.”

How is Hell’s medicare system somehow better than the medicare system on Earth? You wondered. 

“We agr–wahhhh–we agree on th-that,” You say in-between tics, your body shaking. You felt colder since Fall was rolling in and you never had a good personal storage of body heat. You thought that might’ve been something that triggered a tic attack besides the absence of your meds.

“I’ve-I’ve lived with-without my meds before, Lucien,” You tell him, eyes blinking slowly as you felt exhaustion seeping into your bones. “I’ll survive without th-them for a we–eeee-ek,” You finish in-between tics, giving him a tired smile, as if to tell him not to worry. 

“But that’s not fair, that’s not how it should be,” Lucien huffed, furrowing his dark eyebrows. 

“Y-you and be both agree on that, buddy,” you laugh. “B-but sadly, life ain’t that w-wahhh-aay.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked, still hovering over you, concerned. 

You still felt practically freezing, shaking not only from the tics, but from the lack of body heat

“I am freezing,” You start, rubbing your hands together. “-and you are like a stove, Dear Luci,” you continue. 

“Human cuddles then?” he inquired, ignoring the ‘Dear Luci’ comment. You nodded as he scooped you up into his big, hairy, muscly, red arms. He carried you to the living room couch, cuddling you against his chest. 

He sat down on the couch with you on top of him, cuddled into his warm chest. He threw a blanket over the two of you, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He kissed your forehead, smiling into your hair as you drifted off to a well deserved sleep.

(CC: God, I love cheesy breadsticks dipped in garlic sauce. My favorite Pizza order is that, but with extra cheese. . .lmao pizza FORGOTTEN)

Finn🌻:

Collapsing and minor tics (Severe Tourette’s)

“Welcome to Talk Floral! What can I help you with toda–oh it’s you Sunflower!” he exclaims, originally thinking it was any old customer who walked into the shop, before realizing it was you. “It’s–it’s good to see you! Do you need an arrangement?”

You shook your head. “No, I just wanted to see my favorite florist!” 

“I’m your favorite florist?” he repeated, baffled. “You know other florists–wait, I’m the only florist you know!”

“My favorite is the one I know,” You say, giggling. “He’s also my amazing boyfriend,” You teased. He laughed and grinned, blushing.

“So what’d you come fo–” Finn started to ask. 

That was when your hearing tuned out, your vision becoming blurry. You feel your legs shake as you hold onto the table at the front of the store. You hear a voice becoming eerily closer to you. A blob of yellow and green appeared in front of you just as your legs gave way, causing you to collapse in someone’s arms.

You feel yourself shaking, your vision unfocused. You felt your head being laid in someone’s lap. 

“-ey, hey! You okay Sunflower–oh sorry, clearly you're not okay–I’m so sorry for asking-” You heard your boyfriend, Finn say, running a hand through his hair. “What do you need? I can get you something? I can get some of the candy from the back–or I can just stay here, with you–” 

“I’m–eeeeee-I’m good Finney,” You start, in-between tics. “Love, it-it’s just a bad tic day. J-just a bad day, Finn. I-I’ll be fine–”

“You’re not fine!” he shouted, raising his voice and his shoulders. “Sorry for yelling, Sunflower,” he apologized. “I’m just worried for you, a-and for your wellbeing, be-because I care for you, because I love you.”

“I-I love you too, Finney,” You responded, smiling as your vision returned. “I guess, if-if it’s not a bother, *hic* could you get me some candy from the back–and th-then– *heee* hug me?” 

Finn smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss into your hair and standing up. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” he said, walking to the back and then back out with a bag of sour patch kids. 

“Here, have some,” he told you, propping your head up on his lap and putting a few watermelon sour patch kids in your mouth. You chewed them slowly and swallowed them, feeling a slight rush of energy to stave the growing exhaustion.

Once you did, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the back, gently placing you on the couch before snuggling in beside you and kissing your forehead. 

Your vision was slowly returning, as was your hearing while Finn cuddled you putting his head in the crook of your neck and smiling into the nape of your neck. 

“Love you,” You whispered to him, wrapping your shaking arms around his body. 

“I love you too, My Sunflower,” he told you admiringly, pressing one final kiss to your forehead before you two fell asleep in each others arms

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[cephalosaur]

Give me Sonic Neurodivergency Headcanons

Any and all Sonic characters accepted and demanded.

Note: I'm tagging a few neurotypes, but if you have any ND headcanons that I did not tag, please share.

[forggywrites]

Hobart Brown X GN reader with tics

Hobart “Hobie” Brown x GN reader with Tourette’s/tic disorder headcannons

This is a very self indulgent post because I love Hobie and have Tourette’s syndrome.

CW: talk about tics, ableism, idk what else.

Literally doesn't care

Man probably doesn’t notice either

If he does notice your tics and they’re hurting you he will be concerned.

“Hey love, what's goin on wit ya?” 

When you explain he just shrugs 

“All right, that's cool.” (he means this in a ‘glad you told me, but it doesn’t matter to me’ kinda way)

King is so supportive of you tho

Won’t acknowledge your tics most of the time

(I’d much rather my tics be ignored)

If you tic something funny (and you’re okay with it) he will laugh or giggle a little.

If someone gives you shit for your tics, he WILL defend you (if you want)

He knows you can handle yourself but he also knows you get tired of explaining it to others.

If someone is being REALLY shitty, don’t be surprised if he takes them out back and teaches them a lesson about minding their business.

If you’re having a bad tic day he will take care of you

Need something to hold while your motor tics are making you hurt yourself? He will bring you a pillow or even wrap himself in your arms to help soften the blow.

Won’t make you stop ticcing but will do anything to help them subside

Need meds? He will bring them to you

Need someone to calm/comfort you during a tic attack? He will be there with a comfort show/movie, snacks, and comfy items.

You need music to calm your tics? He already has his guitar out and is strumming your favorite song(s)

Being a punk doesn’t mean he's disrespectful to everyone, just the government and capitalism

He cares for you a lot, your tics don’t change how he feels.

If you are another spiderperson he gains a lot of respect for you.

He knows how hard this job can be, so seeing you do the job just as well makes him think you’re all the more badass.

But he doesn’t baby you, he knows he’d hate it if someone did that to him, so he treats you just the same.

Still offers to help you (in his own way) if he notices you struggling.

If you’re getting shit from other spiders, he will immediately go off about how spider people don’t discriminate.

He’s there for you no matter what.