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strange-doll-child · 30 days
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@autisticgxb2 I wanna say happy birthday <3 first of all hehe
For a gift, here's Theodore finally done lmao hehe
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candy-fae · 10 months
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I wish there was an autistic Barbie and Ken! My childhood dream growing up as an autistic child.
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Okay okay so the idea here- is stimming Barbie, and non verbal Ken. They come with a Barbie chew necklace, and a pack of Barbie themed communication cards respectively!
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HHSD for @autisticgxb2 (Happy Birthday!!)
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I wasn't supper happy with my MS Paint Doodle, so I dug out a sketchbook and re-drew one of my screenshots! Consider this an extra birthday gift! I might even digitally line/color it!
this whole crappy ms paint thing has really gotten me back into the swing of drawing, which is nice!!
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thenightjillcamehome · 10 months
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Professor Bruce: *tells the whole thing about Alastair Crump’s life*
People like you and me: And yet there is glowing over on his family life, exile years, the wives, and who murdered him.
alastair crump is #notmyhatbox thank you and goodnight <33
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a lil snippet of alistair crumps backstory from my haunted mansion 2023 mall cop au for @autisticgxb2 's birthday!!! happy late birthday SCREAMMM🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️
(tw for some mild themes of child abuse and parental death--i tried to keep it light but its unavoidable for this guys backstory)
Alistair hid in his room, curled up beneath his bed despite the boiling heat.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG.
"ALISTAIR CRUMP, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG.
The little boy screwed his eyes shut and covered his ears. He was going to pay for this later, when his father calmed down and found something to pick the lock with, but for now he was safe.
The banging ceased for a few moments. Blissful silence. Alistair peeked one eye open, watching the shadow of his father's feet in the crack between the floor and his bedroom door.
Before his mother's death, Alistair's relationship with his father had always been...turbulent, to say the least. His father was always unimpressed with anything he did, no matter how hard he tried. Oh, Alistair's mother had always doted on him, and praised him no matter how badly he'd failed, but Father was, well, his father--surely he could do something to make the man love him? Right?
No. Always the cold shoulder while Addison worked on whatever project he was doing this week.
When Mrs. Crump fell ill, Alistair had the vain hope that his father would take notice of him. That Addison would say, "Look, son, I know this has been hard on you. But you've kept together so well. Why don't we get ice cream and have some father-son bonding time and recount the good times we had with your mom?"
When Mother died, Addison hadn't come out of his room for three days. Alistair had to cope with not just the loss of one parent, but the loss of both.
Now Alistair was to take his mother's place. The cooking, the cleaning, the sewing. All things his mother had taught him so carefully. All things he had loved to do before she died.
Today, when Addison had asked his son to mend the button back onto his coat, Alistair had taken one look at his mother's dusty sewing kit and promptly burst into tears.
Addison had struck him on the jaw, the spot where the bones of his skull hinged together. It wasn't the first time, Alistair reflected, running a finger down the side of his face and opening his mouth a little to test if it was broken, but it had hurt more than the others, emotionally and physically. It had felt like a breaking point.
He'd screamed at his father, dashing up the stairs while Addison clunked after him drunkly. Taking the key from the top of the doorframe where it always rested, Alistair had whirled inside and locked the door in his father's face. And oh, oh! Alistair you're gonna pay for it, you rotten boy, what would your mother say, hiding away from your own FATHER, you coward, you coward, you COWARD!
Alistair heard a rattling come from the door. Maybe if he pushed himself far enough under the bed, his father would think he jumped out the window and ran again. Maybe his father would leave for the rest of the day looking for him, and he could escape punishment for a little while longer. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and stung his eyes.
Click.
The door swung open.
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As a late birthday gift to @autisticgxb2 :
Ebenezer Laughton meets BTAS Scarecrow
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A mysterious portal opened up in Jon's lab. He jumped when he saw it right next to him. He began frantically hiding away all his tools to protect them and swiftly dawned his Scarecrow costume with some fear gas bombs at the ready. Eventually someone came out of the portal. A stalkier Scarecrow with a green shirt emerged.
"Wow! Hello... me...?" The figure asked.
"What is your name?" Jon asked cautiously.
"Ebenezer Laughton, I am the Scarecrow." Ebenezer boasted.
"You're not me, but we share a name. I am the Scarecrow." Jon.
"Interesting..." Ebenezer let out.
"What is your Gotham like? Have you defeated the Batman?" Jon asked.
"Gotham? Batman? What are you talking about?" Ebenezer asked.
"Where are you from?" Jon asked.
"Rhinebeck, New York. You?" Ebenezer asked.
"Georgia." Jon said dryly.
"Oh wow, a Southern Scarecrow." Ebenezer said in a fake Southern accent.
"Yes yes, very funny." Jon rolled his eyes. "Do you make fear toxin?" Jon changed the subject.
"Fear toxin? I have fear gas, but not toxin."
"How on Earth do you have fear gas without fear toxin??" Jon demanded.
"I produce pheromones that trigger people's panic responses." Ebenezer bragged. "It's useful, for I can feed off of people's fear." Ebenezer explained.
"Fascinating!" Jon marveled.
"I don't scare you?" Ebenezer asked.
"Hah! No, but I would love to study you. I have a degree in the psychology of fear and make various fear toxins in my free time. Your abilities could benefit my studies greatly! If you'd be so kind as to allow me to run you through some tests...?" Jon asked.
"I'd be delighted. So you scare people with chemicals?" Ebenezer asked.
"I can, but I don't need them in order to strike fear into the hearts of my enemies. I have a degree in the *psychology* of fear. I know how to get into people's heads." Jon said with a sinister grin.
"You don't scare me." Ebenezer let out.
"... Not yet..." Jon teased.
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bathtub4rats · 1 year
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@autisticgxb2 I can! YIPPEE
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@autisticgxb2 requested: 
Writing prompt-Loki and Crowley being the type of friends, where they drink and talk about their boyfriends?
On with the fic!
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“It’s weird that you’re dating the guy who used to be my boss.” Crowley commented, toying with the little umbrella in his fruity, super strong drink. He wondered if he should get a second one of these, or go for a new flavor next drink.
“Well, things just happen, you know how it is.” Loki replied, waving about a hand. “I mean, you and an angel? Really? Seems like something from some harlequin novel or whatever. A cliche that came true!”
Crowley snorted, downing his drink before requesting a second of it. “Look, I can’t help that Aziraphale’s just the right kind of bastard angel to make me all gooey in the core for ‘im, ya know? But seriously. Lucifer? He’s a twat!”
“I can’t deny that.” Loki shrugged. “But I do like a bad boy, and one who causes so much trouble for everyone around him.”
“Like you?”
“I like a man who can compete. Besides, he’s the ruler of Hell, that’s a bonus!” 
Crowley snorted again. “Former. Former ruler of Hell.”
Loki rolled his eyes. “Details, details, he still has power and influence, still the devil, in a sense. Just because he dipped out and ran off to see the world, I mean, can you blame him? Forever stuck in a disgusting hole in the ground, surrounded by death and torment? Can make a guy dream of freedom.”
The demon wasn’t going to point out the obvious, considering that was pretty much how Loki was for ages, so he just took his new drink and took a swig. “Is he good in bed?” He said instead and Loki coughed, caught off-guard.
“Shit, Crowley! A warning next time!” He coughed again and Crowley laughed. He had hoped to ruffle the feathers of the infamous trickster, and it looked like it worked.
“But anyway,” Loki sniffed, straightening his vest, “to answer your question... well, him walking about Hell naked a lot of the time very much left much to the imagination. And my imagination was correct.” He winked and Crowley made a face.
Oh, his little joke backfired so hard on him, uhg! 
“Oh, uh, ew! Gross! No, don’t want to think about that! Fuck, the mental image!” 
“Ha! You asked, idiot! Now you have to deal with the mental image of my boyfriend’s co-!”
“Stop! Fuck, forget I even asked about him!”
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I got this strange crossover AU (Jessica Jones/Harry Potter), where Kilgrave is Voldemort’s rival in the whole Dark Lord department. Mostly due to him having control of his Unforgivable Curses growing up. Plus this mental image of him caring a hell lot for Barty CrouchJr., since most of the Death Eaters treat him like crap on his certain habits (Acting like a snake and whatnot).
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Sounds like an interesting AU. :)
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strange-doll-child · 2 months
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Oughffhh fankid request for @autisticgxb2
I know a while back I said I wouldn't, but hmngnghfhfh
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HHSD - Screencap Redraw!!
Originally sketched this out for @autisticgxb2, and later after I got my ~new~ tablet, I decided to color it. I took some inspiration from the style of @possibleratking, but I changed early on (as you can see with the hat) and just kept simple shading while also going (mostly) line art free. I re-learned some stuff from when I drew all the time back in the day, and this got better as I went one. Overall, I am really proud of the results, and I may again try ratking's style with a more "shaped" style. As this was too cartoony to pull it off.
Anyway, a nice challenge and easy way to get back into it at the same time. I'm happy with the results!
(reference below the cut)
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porchtart · 2 years
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Quick question-Being autistic, I am wondering how will it translate into the Church of the Silent universe?
I mean there's a lot of ways that me being Autistic affects everything that I make and in ways that I am likely not aware of, but certainly I will have Autistic characters in Vuliros. I don't have any plans to go in-depth regarding neurodivergency or mental illness on Vuliros using specific terms because that requires a whole bunch of world-building that just isn't my focus, but certainly there are Autistic folks and mentally ill folks in that world, they would just be called different things. IDK if that answers your question but that's what my current "plans" are.
(The reason I include mental illness here is because the mental illnesses that I have are very much informed by my neurodivergency and are inextricably linked to each other.)
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@autisticgxb2 Here they are!
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bathtub4rats · 1 year
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@autisticgxb2 ehehehee I LOVE 66 scarecrow’s design also I was looking at the pages you sent me and I saw his gun and it’s so silly I love him,, :D
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strange-doll-child · 1 month
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Time to drop in some angsty headcannons for Ellie Gracey!!!
*She hates Ramsley the Butler for not only his racism, but also the lives he had ruined in his corruptible life.
*Ellie gets her gloomy outlook for strangers from her “mother”, Alistair
*Named after William Gracey’s first wife
*Break Elizabeth’s heart; you get to see her angry as a lioness
*Very disappointed with the way Southern states are constantly trampling on human rights everyday.
Let me know if you need more~!
Ooo niceeee heheh
Also I love how Alistair is the mom in this situation that's funny to me HSHSH
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strange-doll-child · 5 months
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Can we have more Alicia Crump, pretty please?
I'm so sorry this took so long, but of courseeee
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What do you take if for? A lady in men's clothing, hehe (Closest thing you'll get to me drawing Alistair <3)
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