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bettathanyou · 5 months

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hii i just wanted to say i really appreciate how much love you put into all of your writings, its all so heartwarming and detailed, and you capture cedrics character SO well. you have such an in depth understanding of his personality and its commendable. i really admire your dedication and love for this guy and how willing you are to share it with others :]

but ya i have a request, a headcanon list (or story/anything u wanna do) of Cedrics autistic behavior and maybe how he would act with an autistic partner? the idea of there being this mutual understanding of each others needs is really sweet to me. also i personally hc him with adhd alongside autism so it would be neat if that could get mixed in somehow, too :D no problem if not!

ANON. WTF YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY FR?? THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, THANK YOU. I get so scared of MISCHARACTERIZING Cedric, so to hear that I have an in depth understanding of him from you made my entire day, month, YEAR. I hope this headcanon list is good and up to expectations!!

AuDHD Cedric The Sorcerer Headcanons (With Autistic S/O)

Coming from someone with AuDHD with an autistic best friend, I can't stress how much source material I have to speak about this sifkdiieis

FIRST THINGS FIRST. SENSORY ISSUES GALOREEEEE. That man will shrivel and die if he were ever in the modern era and came into direct contact with a microfiber towel.

A secret Headcanon I have (outside of the reasons I listed in my first headcanon list about Cedric!) Is he wears gloves BECAUSE Cedric has sensory/texture issues. His potion ingredients seem incredibly bizarre at times, and I'm sure the textures of them just get overwhelming at times. If you're wondering why the fingertips are exposed, he might need the extra grip to handle delicate objects, etc etc.

His robe is basically a weighted blanket, argue with the wall. He needs to be regulated somehow, and he's still a nervous wreck anyways

We know Cedric's speech is affected by his audhd. Dude has pedantic speech, overly emotive or deadpan, his volume control is non-existent when excited.

Expanding on that, his tendency to mix up words for spells seems a little... Neurospicy, on top of the anxiety

Forgets spells constantly. Not actually forget how to do them, just forgetting they exist cuz adhd

Has CHRONICALLY turned his workshop inside out because the thing Cedric was using just disappeared after he set it down!

(it was in his hand the whole time lol)

HC that outside of, yk, lack of personal space because no one knocks except Sofia, Autism rage whenever you're being interrupted from a task, especially something your fixated on, DRIVES HIM SO INSANE

Lack of patience. Just. Irritable, and same

His only friend (before Sofia) was an animal companion. C'mon y'all.

Music is so important to Cedric! It helps him regulate. He sings, he dances, he appreciates the dragon Acapella! Definitely uses music to stim, as well as dancing. He does it way too much. Audhd people usually are very connected to creative outlets such as music

Speaking of, his flying machine? CEDRIC IS AN INVENTOR. SO MANY INVENTORS ARE/WERE NEURODIVERGENT

Cedric is so genuinely shocked by kindness from Sofia even though she's consistent with it. That can definitely be trauma, but also feels like a lack of emotional permanence

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria SO BADDDDD Cedric would have a shutdown about it (thanks ADHD)

Prone to more shutdowns than meltdowns. But as we know, shutdowns inevitably lead to meltdowns anyways. I hc that Cedric is definitely seen as "melancholic" because his mood shifts as well as masking (poorly) his mental state after having meltdowns in private

Definitely tugs at his hair, bites himself, hits his head/fists on hard surfaces during meltdowns :((

Cedric's job as royal sorcerer is fun for the knowledge as special interest aspect, but the social parts leaves him in bad burnout, at least before his redemption

Still hates the social aspect of his job though

Potions are his special interest

The amulet of avalor was a hyperfixation, there I said it!

Due to trauma, but also to adhd, I think Cedric has no emotional object permanence. Dude for real acts a little TOO shocked towards Sofias kindness-

There is two types of audhd: sarcasm is the only language they're fluent in, and cannot distinguish sarcasm to save their life. Cedric is the first.

Sofia is the second type LMAO

Where's the same outfit everyday. Like. Cedric would buy the same set of clothes/outfits because too many choices are just overwhelming, and too many textures are Bad

Speaking of textures, again

Picky eater

I've never seen Cedric eat anything except those jellybean looking candies at his parents house

Jellybean/sweets as a safe food

I hc personally that Cedric is familiar with food magic because he conjures his own meals. I can't imagine people would respect his needs/wants enough to be especially accommodating, so he did it himself

Cedric talks to children as equals because of the lack of social hierarchy due to autism

However with the royals his age he is desperately trying to please people for the sake of acceptance (mood)

Okay

Rapid fire s/o headcanons!

Y'all either talk for hours, or parallel play without a word

Doing Nothing Together While Vibing Is Essential

Even though y'all understand each other well, sometimes the weird social rules you force yourself to mask with still stick. So sometimes y'all will have to ask "are you mad or are you unmasked rn"

Same thing with sarcasm. Taking jokes too literally so then you gotta ask for clarification. At this point it just adds to the joke xD

Cuddling/hugs is the best because THE DEEP PRESSUREEEEE

But also don't touch me when I need space pls

Infodumping whenever the chances arise

Seeing cedrics eyes sparkle his smile lines crease when talking about something that excited him feels like the warmest ray of sunshine

Cedric will sometimes get distracted by how much he loves you and loves seeimh you being happy while infodumping and will ask you to repeat things while apologizing profusely

Cedric will buy you little comfort objects you like or give you cool things he finds

Pebbling!!!

Sometimes y'all need to sleep alone for the sake of space, but other nights you gotta be in each other's skin

And both are okay!

Laying in bed doing a separate activity until bedtime is a good compromise when one of you doesn't want to spend the night, but still wants time together

Switching hyperfixations

Adopting each other's vocal stims/speech mannerisms

Suddenly you're saying Merlin's mushrooms UNIRONICALLY

When shutdowns happen, y'all have communication cards! Very helpful for both parties :))

You both doodled in the margins of each other's communication cards

Cedric chronically loses his and you now you're just letting him use yours until they manifest again 😭

Meltdowns, Cedric needs to be alone. He just can't handle ANYONE seeing it, even you

You respect that... And take care of him afterwards with whatever he needs

Whatever way you need support during shutdowns/meltdowns, Cedric accommodates without question

Just

So much love and acceptance and CHOOSING to put in the work in your relationship

Anyways, that's all I got! Feel free to add on! TYSM for the ask!! This was so lovely and self indulgent to write lmaooo

#cedric the sensational #cedricthesorceror #sophia the first #cedric x reader #cedric the sorcerer #sofia the first #autistic cedric #adhd cedric #also audhd #help this is more just audhd character analysis than headcanons

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donniesexceptionalmind · 10 months

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If I think I may have autism, do you have any idea how I would know?

I don’t want to bring it up to my parents because they’ll likely just shoot it down, coming up with reasons I don’t.

they’re good parents, but they don’t hear me out sometimes.

but what are some of the main, like… symptoms…? ( not trying to be rude)

Greetings, Anon!

"Knowing" whether you're autistic or not depends on how much research you do (self-diagnosis is valid) or if you get an assessment by a professional.

The Autism Spectrum is still misunderstood in society & also by professionals. It's truly necessary that we autistic people advocate for ourselves & that we share our experiences!

Autism is a neurodevelopmental condition, so you are born with it.

The two core symptom cluster, according to the DSM-5, are:

Persistent deficits in social communication & social interaction across multiple contexts: social-emotional reciprocation; non-verbal communication; developing, maintaining & understanding relationships

Restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interests, or activities, as manifested by at least two of the following, currently or by history: stimming, persistence in routines & sameness, deep interests (special interests), hypo- or hypersensitivity to sensory input

A non-exhaustive list of my traits:

I don't really understand tone, sarcasm, jokes - basically, I'm a very literal thinker, though I enjoy being sarcastic myself & I did learn some idioms & phrases - time is a great teacher

People would say I have a very fun way of speaking, saying things aloud like: GASP, ANNOYED SIGH, ... which are things you'd usually just... do. But these are kind of my verbal tone tags (I love tone tags in general)

I'm as blunt as it can get, which can make people uncomfortable - I say what I think. I don't feel the necessity in camouflaging & I honestly think it's dumb to do so - it is never meant to hurt someone?

I usually don't want to converse with people & I'd rather spend my days 24/7 in my lab. Social interactions are tiring & often very boring if I'm not interested in the topics (which can be seen as egocentric or arrogant, but I am truly not)

I feel overwhelmed in crowded places. There is too much going on & it's not structured at all - I might have to spend hours or days recharging: alone in my lab, sleeping & stimming - autistic burnout is real

I don't understand relationships at all: e.g. How do you define friendship? What is expected of me?

I'm deeply & deliberately analytical & my decision-making process is methodical rather than efficient (no considering 'gut feelings' of mental shortcuts, as well as pushing feelings aside)

Processing a situation takes more time & energy: bottom-up thinking (allistic people process things in a top-down way)

I have trouble understanding body language & social cues: identifying them is not intuitive for me, I've had to learn a lot... & I still don't pick them up

I also question social norms & rules - most of the time, they seem so arbitrary & unfair to me. But I have learned some, of course - though I don't feel the need to put any energy in it

I have trouble sharing my feelings & showing cognitive empathy (understanding why someone feels something), I am often seen as emotionally 'immature' or arrogant/ not caring when in fact I do, I just don't know how to show it

I have trouble with tone - I can be very cold or too expressive, too loud or too quiet for others, but I don't see it or hear it

Control is my main tool of coping, whether it be what I eat, the order in which my things are placed, my food, ... routine & structure is life! If I don't have control, I will fall apart

I need to know exactly what to expect before I enter an unfamiliar situation or location

I'm hypersensitive to sensory input, especially sound, touch, taste...

I STIM ALL THE TIME.

I experience Meltdowns & Shutdowns from sensory overstimulation & too much socializing, as well as inconsistencies in my schedule

Stress, Meltdowns & Shutdowns can cause me to lose my ability to speak for a certain amount of time

My special interests: Jupiter Jim, Technology, Astrophysics, Quantum Physics... I could think about them all the time & I sometimes forget I am alive - my wonderful ability to hyperfocus

My interoception is bad: I have trouble identifying bodily cues, such as thirst or hunger, as well as needing to sleep or taking care of myself; I'm also a bit hyposensitive to pain

My bad boy image is my mask to camouflage my struggles

...

If you desire to do more research, which I would advice you to, here are some tips:

Please avoid Autism Speaks. !!!!!!!

Get to know the autistic community & get in touch with us, share your experiences, ask us... here on tumblr, I'd recommend checking @my-autism-adhd-blog out. They're doing a great job of sharing information about autism & related neurodivergencies. There are also great creators on Instagram & TikTok too.

The website 'Embrace Autism' is a good source for self-assesments & information

I also recommend: Unmasking Autism by Dr. Devon Prince, as well as the 'Neurodivergent friendly Workbook of DBT Skills' & basically any other piece of literature written by autistic people

If you're into that: some scientific papers about neurodiversity are great too, especially when centered around masking, camouflaging & mental health - but you have to find the good ones (the ones that are neurodivergent positive) - personally, I enjoy reading papers because of their logical & methodical writing & format, it doesn't matter if they're about some cool space data, quantum physics or psychology - statistics are amazing

Thank you for the inbox & I hope I was able to help you out! ✨️

Please don't refrain from asking if you want more input!

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angelgoeslewd · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your requests are open and i need a little bit of comfort so if you don't mind, could I request Wren comforting a PC who add a big meltdown because their was too much noise and they almost shutdown? Thank you if you do it, i hope you have a nice day/night

Clemmmm I missed u omg ❤️ anything 4 u

🔮 summary: after one of remy’s parties, wren finds a wounded little bird in his cottage.

⚠️ warnings: brief sexual descriptions, slight derogatory terms. this is DoL after all.

Remy was a decent boss, in Wren’s books.

Good pay, kept the booze coming as long as a job was done well, and a blind eye to any… additional income Wren and his men decided to make on the side, as long as it didn’t interfere with his farm. He had relatively understandable morals when it came to cheating him or undermining his authority, of course. Fair, Wren would even say. As long as you were on the right side of the fence.

Out of all the things Wren has seen Remy do, there was only one thing he hated the man for.

His parties.

Now, Wren likes anything with the word ‘free’ in front of it. Especially when the invitation includes both free alcohol and free.. ahem, company.

But this is nothing more than a stupid power grab; Remy’s gilded elbow-knocking cage — it’s a poor excuse for a fun time and an even poorer way to waste the night away for.

Wren almost feels sad for the man.

They were all politicians, of some sort, all looking to gain something from the night. Finically, socially, or hell, even emotionally. Dr. Harper may have been wearing a mask, but the glint of his glasses, the only glasses he ever wore, wasn’t very subtle.

And Wren prefer subtle. He preferred midnights on the docks, the waves hiding their footsteps, shadows obscuring their faces, sea salt disguising their scents, the way that hair could be colored or cut or even hidden away in a wig to further be more obtuse.

It drained him, Remy’s parties. Every step he took back to his cottage, felt weighed down by niceties and manners and the smell of perfume and cologne that clung to him just like the ladies and men at the party did, treating him like Remy’s livestock as they touched and squeezed and batted their eyes. And of course, he couldn’t do anything about it. Not as Remy’s right hand man. Not as his unwilling guest of honor. He had to smile and wink and make it an enjoyable time for them, just so they might donate a dollar or two.

Didn’t Remy hire enough sluts for them? Why’d they have to take their repressed libido out on him?

Sighing in relief as he finally reached the door, he opened it, flipped on the light as he reached for his hat. He stilled immediately when he heard it, eyes almost closed from exhaustion flicked open, on guard.

If he was anyone else, he would’ve mistaken that squeak as the door protesting against the cold, wet night air.

But he wasn’t anyone else. He was Remy’s underworld dog, groomed into knowing what was lurking just beyond every corner.

Lowering his hand, he slowly stepped into his house, casually swinging the door shut. He made sure to silently slide the lock into place, before he turned, wondering what kind of pest problem he’d have to deal with tonight.

The cottage was still dark, freezing cold from the rain and lack of heating. Shadows stretched across the room like boogeymen, but they didn’t dare cross his path. He stepped forward, crushing one under his steel-toed boots, then another, continuing until he was in front of his fireplace, shadows stilled from their wounds.

Wren pulled out a matchbook, usually kept on hand from his need of a good dose of nicotine every so often, one he was explicitly forbidden from partaking in tonight. In one stroke, it was lit. In another, both his cigarette and the fireplace burned with ambition, incinerating all the corpses of the shadows left behind.

A shoe, black and scuffed, tried to disappear from the sudden light under his dining room table. It was quick, but too slow to escape Wren’s notice. He smiled, shifting the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, taking one long drag before he plucked it from his mouth.

He whistled as he strut towards the table, playing with whatever unfortunate soul hid under his table. He wondered if that Alex kid from across the way grew enough balls to confront Remy about his crops. Or maybe this was just a poor attempt to try and steal from him. Whoever it was drew the wrong cards tonight.

As he finally approached the table, he made a big enough show of walking around it, like a lion stalking its prey, before he leaned his elbow on the table, putting his full weight onto it, letting it groan with effort. Another whimper flew loose, followed by a small gasp. Well. At least they weren’t totally stupid.

“Alright, enough’s enough,” he growled, “Now, just who do you think you are, comin’ in here like thi-”

Underneath the table, a pretty little birdie was all scrunched up, clutching their knees to their chest, the maid outfit that Remy made all the ‘servers’ at his party wear barely concealing your panties. Your thighs and thigh-highs did a better job at covering you then whatever he made you wear. He knew your face. He knew what you looked like flushed and embarrassed, knew what lied under those lacy little garments.

The tears on your face glistened in the firelight.

“I’m sorry,” you gasped out between sobs. “Wren, I’m so sorry- I- I didn’t think- I didn’t know where else to go-”

You shook, like you were cold, but Wren could feel the heat coming off you in waves.

“Shh. What are you doing under there, birdie? No place for a pretty thing like you. Ain’t it cold?”

A sob escaped you. You nodded.

“Well, get yourself out from under there then-” He goes to grab your arm, but you flinch back, a gasp escaping your lips before he can touch you.

You’ve been here a couple times. Wren hasn’t been the best to you, but he doubts anyone else is either. He’s seen the cigarette burns on your arm, the smell of antiseptic soaked carelessly into your clothing, more than once you’ve come in smelling like sex. You can hold your alcohol. You can play a good hand in poker, have a downright sexy bluffing face (not that it helps against him, but it’s still cute to see you try).

It’s not exactly what normal people your age can do. Most still wince at the taste of whiskey, need reminders on what hands there are. You have probably been through enough shit in your life where these unholy things stick to you like glue. Wren knows what that’s like.

But he has never seen you in such a state.

You’re at a breaking point, he realizes, as he kneels down fully and takes in just how disheveled you look. Your hair looks like it’s been snarled hopelessly from you clawing at your ears, there are scratch marks on the side of your cheeks, with blooming bruises surfacing like flowers in May. There’s a handprint on your other cheek, parts of your dress have been torn and he can’t make the call on whether it was you or someone else.

“Birdie,” he whispers. “Come to me?”

Your eyes have been screwed shut, refusing to even glance at him. You don’t move for a moment, stay clutching your knees, indent marks from your nails nearly bleeding as you give a small shake of your head.

“At least tell me what’s wrong, then. Can’t help ya if I don’t know what to fix.”

Your lip quivers. “Th- the noise. People talking. Rain. Music. Laughing, shouting. Crying. Angry. I- I can’t- it’s too much-” you whimper.

“Ah.” Wren drops his hands back into his lap, brow knit. Just like the callouses that marred his hands, he wasn’t exactly known for being ‘soft.’ “You’re… asking a lot of me, birdie. Don’t really know what to do.”

You sniff, eyes blinking open as you stare at him through your tears. “Me… me either. I don’t know what I’m doing in general, though…” Your voice is so low that it nearly blends in with the crackle of the fire. He cracks a smile. Despite how much is going on, you still try to keep some semblance of normalcy. He almost admires you for it.

“Were you at Remy’s party?”

You nod your head, moving your eyes to stare at the fire. There’s a sharp flash of red hot-ness through Wren at your confirmation, something he can’t exactly explain or place. He’s almost disgusted, which is odd, considering what exactly his job entails. But it’s not that. It’s different. Something about you, dressed like that… at Remy’s stupid party… that people like Dr. Harper attend…

Apparently, you see something in his face when you glance over to him. “Not… not like that. I told him not like that. Wasn’t paying enough for it anyways…”

“Oh.” His tongue bites the dismissal of him actually caring about whatever work you do before it slips out. You probably didn’t need that right now.

He refuses to give light to the thought that it might not be true, either.

“Can… can I stay here?” You ask, sounding almost scared to hope.

He falters at that. “I… suppose? Sure, alright.”

There’s bits and pieces of the normal you coming out, the tinge of sass you give him as you crawl forward and nod your head to the side, motioning for him to move so you could get out. He scoffs, putting his cigarette out on the stone floor before he moves aside and stands up.

“You still know you owe me one for this, right?”

You stand with him, dusting yourself off. Damn, that outfit really does look good on you. Maybe he’ll make you wear that next Blackjack night. He almost misses the shrug you make, popping out of his mind when you finally answer.

“I figured.”

Then it’s silent. You both don’t know where to go from here. You simply stare at each other for a minute, both of you wondering how you got into this situation, when Wren decides to make the first move. He clears his throat.

“I, uh, got a shower if you want-”

“No! No, I’m ok. Thank you,” you reply quickly, flushing deep enough that Wren can see it even through the dim light. He blinks.

“Well… alright. I’m gonna shower, though. Smell too much like Remy’s drooling lapdogs,” he answers, still wondering why the hell you were blushing. You cannot be that innocent. He’s seen first hand what you can do. He begins to unbutton his shirt, finally taking off his hat and setting it on the table. “Don’t go snooping. Clothes are in the dresser. There’s food in the fridge. Get what you need and settle down somewhere.”

You give a nod, eyes still locked on the floor for reasons Wren didn’t understand. He shrugs it off and continues past you to the bathroom, tossing his old shirt in the laundry basket.

Wren is drying his hair with the towel when he comes out, shaking it out a bit too canine-like. He looks around the room for you, confusion setting in when he can’t find you.

He calls your name, wondering if whatever made you so embarrassed earlier was too much to handle and you had left. But there’s movement from a pile of blankets he didn’t notice before on the couch and your face peers out of the tiniest hole. He almost can’t believe it. It’s adorable, even he has to admit.

“Comfy?” He asks, already knowing the answer. But you nod enthusiastically, humming your approval for the thick, fluffy blankets. He would kill someone if anyone found out he owned them. But you… you have your uses. So he’ll stay his hand tonight.

He goes to the dresser and sheds his towel, very well aware you’re watching him. It makes him smile, wondering if he’ll get to see how much cuter you can get. Wren likes to play with people and you became his new favorite target when you waltzed into his cottage that one night, demanding he deal you in. He absolutely mortified you when you lost, stripping you down and forcing you to give shots to him and his crew where ever they placed them. And yet, you came back the next week, asking for another hand, impressing him and intriguing him all at once. It just so happen to help that you were cute.

He’s pulled on a shirt and boxers, pretending to fold his towel before he swings around and catches you watching him. You meet his eyes guiltily, batting your eyes like you know you’re going to get away with this.

“You see a way to pay me back?” Your eyes drop and Wren senses that he might’ve said something wrong.

“Can… can we figure that out later?” You whisper. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, ok? Just… just not tonight.” For the first time, he notices that you’re clutching a mug, fingers wrapped around the cup so firmly that they’re turning white.

“Ease up, birdie. It was a joke. You don’t gotta do anything for me tonight.”

A silent ‘oh,’ escapes your mouth, fingers reddening as you loosen your grasp. God, he almost wishes he didn’t say that. He wants to turn your ass that color.

Shaking that thought off, Wren makes his way over to the couch in which you’ve taken refuge. He sits next to you, turning his head to meet your eyes.

And in that moment, Wren the smuggler, Wren, Remy’s right hand man, his guard dog, his means to an end, does something that he honestly refuses to acknowledge. He opens his arms and beckons you with a, “Come ‘ere.”

You scooch over immediately, almost tossing yourself into his arms, burying your head in his chest, taking in his scent and warmth and silence. You both don’t say a word, savoring each other’s touch.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #wren the smuggler #angelic songs #let wren be soft OK #LET ME ROMANCE HIM WTF #.SMS SENT #🍩 of dol

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thegrandlinesimp · 2 years

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(i think ur open for event requests if not please igNore) but congrats on 100 darling!!!! im so happy you got into writing <3 sincerest congratulations and we’re so happy to have you here

could i please request my hubby eustass kid with the fluff letters C (comfort), G (gratitude), S (support), and Y (yearning)?

feel free to just choose a couple or leave one out if you don’t feel up for it, thank you!!! this is so cute and fun I look forward to reading what people send in xx

Σ(゜ロ゜;) L-Lemon-san! I-in my ask box?!

a fellow kid simp I've been too shy to gush about him to!

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH SENPAI!!!

Still on an autism awareness event high so I threw in some shutdown headcanons into Comfort since no one asked for my small-dog-syndrome-anger-level-tulip during that event!

Warning: a bit of suggestiveness (it’s Kid what do you expect), some light angst and slight reference to self harm stimming

Kid fluff letters

(Fucking award-winning smile!)

Comfort (How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc?)

Sad/depressed (yes, yes, everyone, I know all too well there’s a difference, fight me):

He gets it, though he may not show much other emotion other than anger or delight, he understands that everyone’s wired differently (why do you think Killer’s still bffs with this idiot?). He’ll let them be sad, depressed even, leaving them to their own devices for a couple of days while making sure they’re taken care of food and hygiene wise.

But once those two to four days (the length depends on the cause of the feeling) are up, he’s dragging them out of the bowels of the ship by the scuff of their shirt to get some fresh air, to feel the warm sun on their skin.

“Take a deep breath of that sea breeze, babe,” he’d grin at them, making sure they do so, “smell it? That’s life’s next big adventure, ready to share it with me?!”

Panic:

rip bitch

He’ll deadass panic too.

But his way of panicking is to scream at you to not panic, it starts as shouting but gets louder the longer it goes on.

This happens once, for every subsequent panic attack, he’s gonna get Killer.

Shutdown: Link for an explanation on shutdowns and how they differ from meltdowns

The first time he sees this it freaks him the fuck out, literally shouts in their face to look at him but they just cower slightly and start self-harm stimming, scratching at their own skin till it bleeds.

Suffice to say, reinforcements (Killer) were called in for that.

Now though? He knows what to do, keep an eye on them, give them one of their stim toys (remembers not to get mad if they don’t take it from him, just calmly places it near their hand) and drape his cloak over them (it’s heavy enough to act as a weighted blanket and smells like him so it’s perfect for calming them down). If he absolutely has to go he’ll call out for Killer to watch them.

When they finally come out of it, he’s gonna ask for permission before every little touch.

Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Verbally, Kid isn’t very grateful. Very rarely will his s/o get a simple ‘thanks’. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice the things they do for him.

Massaging his aching shoulder after a hard battle or overuse of his prosthetic? What do they want? A cuddle? A hug? They fucking got it. Brought him his favourite drink and snack while he’s super busy in his workshop? He’s gonna go out of his way to make them a little something.

Just don’t expect him to pull out a chair or open a door like a gentleman. That shit’s for pansies. They’ve got hands, so use them!

Kid is all about acting, doing, words don't come easily for him. So he does what he can to show he’s grateful for his s/o.

Support (Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

Number one hype man here, wants his s/o as fired up about their goals/dreams as he is about becoming the Pirate King. From something as little as losing five kilos to finding All Blue, he’ll help them achieve it.

Will shout at them for one more push-up till they pass out, one more lap around the deck. But no more snacks! Killer will sneak them a little treat once a day when their Captain isn’t looking.

Also if you did find All Blue holy shit he’d be beside himself! Killer! Make a fucking feast! Now he has to become Pirate King cause he can’t have his s/o showing him up!

Yearning (How will they cope when they missing their partner?)

Do not, I repeat, DO NOT leave this man child alone for more than a week or two!

Just like how people go through the five stages of grief when they lose someone, Kid goes through (I fucking typed something and it autocorrected to ‘rehab’ I’m dying) the three stages of being a clingy, insecure little brat.

The first week is all good, he just needs a couple of suggestive pictures of his s/o and he’s happy.

Week two is where the loneliness begins to set in, he’ll busy himself with extra projects and be a little snappier to the crew. It’s not anything a longtime member of the Kid Pirates can’t handle though.

It’s week three when things get bad.

He.

Fucking.

Sulks!

Permanent frown on his face, looking like he’s gonna cry half the time, sulking.

Week four is the tipping point, when his inner demons begin to whisper in his ear.

He starts thinking they’ve left him, found someone better, someone who’ll treat them right. He could never treat anyone right, so maybe they’re better off without him…

But…what if they’re being held captive! Tortured and starved! Bleeding out on a cell floor!

Man does not rest till they are safe in his arms.

Will allow himself to cry ONE (1) time, and boy does make it count. If anyone barges into his cabin during this they are straight-up dead, gone.

Next time his s/o sees them they’d better be ready for one hell of a bear hug! Having to remind him of their ribs as he nearly crushes them in his arms.

Though if it has only been a week or two, be prepared to not walk right for a couple of days.

#THAT FEELING WHEN SENPAI NOTICES YOU!!!#eustass kid #one piece #fluff alphabet #100 event #kid x reader #kid x y/n #kid x you #eustass captain kid #one piece x reader #100

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the-autistic-agoraphobe · 20 days

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Autistic April Day 12: My Favourite Autistic celebrities or characters.

Two of my favourite Autistic celebrities are Chloe Hayden and Elle McNicoll.

Chloe Hayden is an Autistic advocate, author and actress. She is mainly known as her role as Quinni in Break High (who is also Autistic). Chloe Hayden has also wrote a book about her life experiences titled "Different not Less". I have read and thought it was great. I haven't met Chloe myself but she looks like a very fun and bubbley person to be around.

Elle McNicoll is an Autistic Author who has wrote 5 books and has another book called "Some like it Cold" that is coming out in October this year. All the books she has wrote has at least one Autistic character in it. Her book titled "A Kind of Spark" has been adapted to be a TV series where many of the characters are played by Autistic people. One season has been released with another season coming out this year. I have read all her books and loved them and I have seen the first season of "A Kind of Spark" and loved that too. I dressed up as Addie (the main character from "A Kind of Spark") for Halloween last year.

Image Descriptions:

1: This is a picture of me dressed up as Addie. I am a white woman in my 20s. I have dark brown hair pulled up at the back and I am wearing a flower crown with yellow flowers. I am wearing sunflower earrings. I have demin overalls and a purple and white horizontal striped shirt on. I have an old key around my neck on a string. I am sitting down and I'm holding a Jackel lantern. There is black text beside me that says "Me dressed up as Addie for Halloween."

2: There are a list of prompts for each day of the month for Autistic April. The top and bottom of the image is light purple and the middle part of the image is white with black text on it. The black text says "Autistic April 2024 Prompts: 1: Special interests 2: How you found out you were Autistic 3: your favourite stim 4: alternative forms of communication 5: your favourite fidget toys 6: textures you hate 7: safe foods 8: other disabilities you have 9: LBGTQI+ 10: childhood special interests11: comfort items 12: your favourite Autistic celebrities or characters13: unmasking 14: sensory aids 15: misdiagnosis 16: Autism friendly places 17: Disability support you have received 18: animals 19: favourite thing about being Autistic 20: echolalia 21: idenity first or Person first language 22: the spoon theory 23: colours that represent Autism (not blue) 24: Autistic owned small businesses 25: meltdowns and/or shutdowns 26: Your clothing prefences 27: Self care 28: Relatable Autism memes 29: Accessibility 30: routines" There is an infinity symbol that is half red and half gold on the top right corner of the white section. End Descriptions.

#actuallyautistic #autistic #autism #autismacceptance #autisticapril #autismacceptancemonth #chloe hayden #elle mcnicoll #a kind of spark

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dagnystrashzone · 3 months

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I'm being so quiet everywhere else on the internet but I'm filled with rage and want to scream. I hate that we still have so many mutual friends on Facebook, where so many of them he met because of me. Tumblr has always been my scream into the void place.

When I'd raise concerns about Ms 3 Red Flags in a Trenchcoat he'd either shutdown and give me the silent treatment, or he'd guilt trip me by saying he feels he wasn't allowed to be poly. When you're ignoring your nesting partner's needs and continually surprising me with new partners (despite my being clear that I need advance notice so my nervous system doesn't meltdown. I'm Autistic and sudden new people especially Hey Sudden New People **IN MY SAFE PLACE** is fucking dangerous.) Yeah. That's a case where it isn't really poly, it's fancy cheating you don't feel bad about.

Over the years he kept complaining that we didn't have enough in common, though I gave all his games several tries. Hell, I played WoW for like 3 months, but the grinding wasn't fun for me. He never bothered to try Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley with me. I watched Naruto & One Piece with him, but he couldn't make it through an episode of Cowboy Bebop without whining that he was bored. I asked him to come to a mermaid meet up with me and dress up as a pirate so we could get cute pictures, he said no because he doesn't like pirates. (But has watched all of One Piece) We both love musicals, but he wouldn't listen to any new ones that I liked.

I gave SO MUCH, and the bar was SO LOW. But he couldn't be bothered.

I had a nightmare last night where he kept bringing people to my apartment expecting me to just play hostess and feed and entertain them. He'd just barge in and use all my things and break stuff and got upset with me when I was telling him no and trying to get him and these random ass strangers out of my space. I couldn't get back to sleep this morning. I'm currently staring at a sword I made when I qualed for Kingdom Regent back when we started dating. He used it, and broke it, less than a month after I made it. It still has not been replaced. Last year when after he started bringing Ms 3 Red Flags in a Trenchcoat to Amtgard I told him I wanted him to ask me before taking my gear onto the field. He got buthurt. I was tired of him just expecting he could always use my things. It didn't feel good anymore.

I love being generous, but when it's expected and never ever returned, that shit is fucked up.

#personal brain shit #amazon breakup rage #tired of crying just want to scream and break shit

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jinxedshapeshifter · 8 months

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i might end up making a side blog dedicated to the good doctor

anyway here are a few reasons i love it so much.

yes the autism representation is good. there are some incredibly subtle representations of autism that are represented that aren't brought up even in autism centric spaces much and that fact makes me incredibly happy (for example, i don't see a lot of discussion about shutdowns, but as someone who experiences shutdowns more than meltdowns, seeing an autistic character shutdown because he's overstimulated, then see another character refer to it as "falling apart" made me feel represented because it can feel like you're falling apart, and from the outside, it looks like you're falling apart). like at the very least i feel represented.

i swear to god lea has adhd. shaun and lea give me audhd couple vibes and i love it. at the absolute least, lea is definitely not neurotypical.

the good doctor made me want to pursue a medical career again. not just "oh, something like bioengineering where i'd be working in the medical field would be super fun!!" no. i want to get a bachelor's in biology, go to medical school, and do a residency in either neurology or surgery (possibly something else, i'm not entirely sure yet). if i can get some structure in my life and find a place to live in salt lake city (where they have a university that doubles as a med school and a teaching/research hospital) i can absolutely start the journey to being a doctor at an actual hospital as soon as next fall.

im learning about actual conditions i didnt know about. did you know theres a real congenital deformity of the spinal cord that leads to your spinal cord being split in half at a certain point, leading to what basically results in two functional spinal cords? or that your heart can develop outside the ribcage, and protrude outside the chest? or that just getting a surgery, no matter how sterile the operating room and surgical tools are, can give you sepsis, because cutting you open can leave you vulnerable to bacteria regardless of sterility of the surgical environment due to the bacteria inside your body (risk goes up depending on the surgery; for example, your risk for sepsis goes up if you get surgery on your intestines for obvious reasons)?

theres what i perceive to be a realistic balance between personal experience/empathy and objective medical knowledge when it comes to the doctors in the good doctor. for example, morgan not wanting to fuck up a patient's chances of playing violin in the future, and this resulting in the patient's arm getting amputated. on the other hand, shaun's objectiveness means in that same situation, he was trying to convince morgan to do testing, something she was hesitant to do. i think that experience helped morgan find a middle ground between being empathetic and being practical about what tests and such she needs to do in the future; as melendez tells her, one day, she will kill a patient. all doctors eventually do; mistakes are made, surgical errors are made, signs and symptoms are missed, things get misdiagnosed, and a patient dies. i feel like that's a very grim reality in medicine that people don't like to acknowledge (especially people who practice medicine) and adds some realism to the good doctor that isn't seen much in shows centered around anything medical. it's something i'll have to accept if i do decide to go into medicine. yes, the goal is to save people; but i can't save everyone, and in my career i will almost be guaranteed to make mistakes that result in someone dying. the earlier i can accept that (before residency is best), the better off i'll be as a doctor, no matter what specialty i decide to go into.

most of shaun's colleagues are super accommodating when it comes to shaun's autism. it's just a detail i appreciate. they also figure out what helps him out of meltdowns/shutdowns fairly fast, which is another thing i can appreciate.

#the good doctor #jinxed chatter

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computerfrog2000 · 1 year

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So as an update to this post by @whalesharkpasta :

I wanted to do an updated version for myself after thinking more about my autism symptoms and recent-ish regression/burn out I’ve experienced.

So when it comes to how strangers perceive me in public, it mostly depends on how overwhelmed or stressed I am. If someone is casually observing me I can either just appear fidgety and aloof, or I can be ticcing, moving unusually, and unaware of my surroundings where I’m running into things and other people.

Now when I actually interact with a stranger that’s a different story. All focus goes to just being able to say what I need. This will involve stuttering, completely forgetting words and how tone works, and long pauses to get my thoughts together. And with fidgeting and little to no eye contact. I think most people realize there’s something up with me at this point. Luckily most of the time they are patient and kind.

I am constantly moving my body repetitively and “weirdly” and rarely notice that I’m doing it. Most of the time I think it’s funny that I do this and my boyfriends poke fun at me at how I do things and maneuver around. Other times it can be problematic where my tics can’t be controlled or I run into things/other people. I often have bruises of unknown origin from banging into things and not feeling it.

My meltdowns often can lead me to banging my head or even trying to run away. Meltdowns usually lead to shutdowns afterwards, or shutdowns happen on their own. Shutdowns can and often do make me go catatonic and unable to speak. This can last anywhere from like 20 minutes to a couple hours.

I was in general education and got speech therapy and was in “social skills” groups in elementary school. I definitely should have gotten occupational therapy for my sensory processing and motor skill issues. I luckily am getting that now at the age of 24… I was not diagnosed with anything when I was a kid due to weird reasons like my parents and pediatrician not wanting to label me with anything. Plus my mom having sexist views on girls having autism. Even though she is a speech therapist. She actually was my speech therapist at my school since she worked there.

When it comes to my language, I completely understand what others are saying for the most part, except for auditory processing stuff, once I know what words they’re saying I do understand. I struggle with expressive language most of the time to some extent. When I am not overwhelmed I sound pretty “normal” with good tone, though I still have frequent pauses because I don’t think in words. I think in images, feelings, abstract concepts, vibes, etc. Before I speak or write/type I have to translate my thoughts to actual words. This happens faster or slower depending how I’m feeling. I often forget words, several times a day. I remember the feeling of the word, and that it exists for the context of what I’m saying. (Though there have been times where I think a word exists when it actually doesn’t)

When I get overwhelmed I can lose all tone and rhythm to my speech. I pause after every couple of words for several seconds. Sometimes I give up and go to using gestures or typing. I’ve been considering using symbol based AAC during these times, I just would need to get that set up and find a decent app for it. Plus get over my internalized ableism and embarrassment associated with it.

I used to be a lot more functional than this. Most people wouldn’t think that I was autistic in middle and high school. Even from ages 18 to 21 ish. But I started regressing for various reasons. Especially in the past year or so. Thankfully I think the regression has stabilized at this point.

I was finally diagnosed with autism sometime last year by my neuro-psychiatrist. I’m wanting to get a full psychological assessment to fully determine my level of support needs and what sort of support I would benefit from. But finding providers who assess adults and take Medicaid is nearly impossible.

Looking at this guide, which shouldn’t be viewed as an actual diagnostic tool, it can be helpful in understanding yourself and give thought to what to bring up with your doctors. Discussions with my loved ones and therapist/doctors has led to thoughts on what my level could be. Me and my boyfriends half jokingly say I’m level 1.5

It’s hard to say without getting fully assessed. I know that I require support, and it seems like I require more support than a lot of level 1 autistics I personally know. There’s a lot to take into consideration, since the shutdowns are exasperated by my dissociative disorder. And my level of independence is impacted by my seizure disorder(s). Plus a bunch of other things that complicate how my symptoms present.

I want to briefly clarify that I am fully supportive of people self diagnosing. I self diagnosed in middle school with ADHD and autism, mostly cause no one would listen to me and the adults in my life had no interest in assisting me. Turns out I was correct. And I believe most people who self diagnose are correct about their situation as well. Not everyone is privileged enough to get diagnosed, and some people don’t want a diagnosis for various reasons. Sometimes just understanding why you feel and experience life in the way you do is enough. For me, I needed to get diagnosed because I require supportive services that would otherwise be unavailable to me without diagnosis.

Alright, have a nice day everyone!

#will.txt #autism tag #long post #just me talking about my personal autism symptoms

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sgkjd · 2 years

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autistic masking for me comes with such amazing benefits (sarcasm here) like being able to intentionally sneeze silently, making myself delay my coughs and crying outbursts, manipulating my body (or my mind?) that no i don't want to pee and going a few more hours without doing so, knowing how to scream without letting a sound out etc

i've actually been told before "omg how can you do this??" at the fact that i sneeze without making a sound like it's a superpower u_u

it's nothing fun nor can be healthy in any way and i'm currently focused on unlearning these subconscious habits. my body really cannot take me doing things like that, especially when over the time it's become even more sensitive with a lower threshold for the time i can delay not crying or peeing when i really need to as well as for the intensity and frequency of meltdowns/shutdowns that would come crashing after that.

now imagine if i had learned so well to force and manipulate my natural bodily needs like that, how well i could and can hide the more subtle and not-on-the-surface emotional pain and other extreme discomforts. it's a long process, it's going to take a lot of time, and it's okay. it's really okay. i cannot rush things like that since they need my patience and care rather than me using force that's only momentarily effective.

#letting myself do more physical stims and not just things like slight tapping or skin picking #has helped me prevent my meltdowns immensely too #(skin picking is a terrible stim but god ive been unsuccessful in finding a non harmful replacement stim for it)#whewwwwss #; words generated by me #actually autistic #autistic masking

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commie-raccoon-raymond · 19 days

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Hiiii! List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutual and followers! <3

Ooooooh thanks for the ask :D /vpos

(I'm probably just gonna ask my mutuals, don't really have many people that like my posts )

1. My partner and my friends <3 They are my found family and they can always make me laugh :)

2. Music I just absolutely love to loose myself in music, it's super fun to stim to and it has saved me from getting meltdowns or shutdowns a dozen times. I listen to a lot of different genres, but mainly folk and punk. Currently I am a bit hyperfixated on 70's music (mostly David Bowie and T.Rex )

3. My hyperfixations I get a lot of different hyperfixations and they never seem to stick longer than two months, but sometimes they come back :) My current hyperfixation is the Marauders Era, I just love my dead gay wizards so so much

4. Creating things There's just nothing more satisfying than actually creating things, I really like making things with the stuff I have, I'm kiiiind of a collector and I collect everything that I might someday be able to turn into something.

5. Collecting I just love collecting information and random items, for example I have a small rock& crystal collection and I'm currently starting a collection of bones and herbs :)

#ask game #ask

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giuliamarcovaldo · 3 years

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You’re Okay, Luca

i wanted to read autistic!luca fics but i couldn’t find any. so what did i do? i wrote my own. this is my first time posting fanfic here! so enjoy this little autistic!luca story (with some luberto fluff and angst)

TW: mentions of violent stimming + meltdown

“I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

Summary: Luca gets over stimulated at a fancy dinner party, and Alberto witnesses Luca having a meltdown for the first time.

I want to say they’re 16-17 in this??

100% sfw because they are children

word count: 1580

also please don’t kill me if the Italian words are wrong i used google translate sksjsjaksk

(also note: i am autistic)

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Alberto knew I was autistic. I told him about a year ago, when we first became a thing.

“This doesn’t change anything, Luca. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” His words rang through my head as I felt the onset of a meltdown.

Giulia had invited Alberto and me to a gathering with some of her extended family in Genoa. They were all very nice, and Alberto even made friends with some of them (which was no surprise). That wasn’t the cause of my meltdown. It was the atmosphere. It was a bright, loud fancy dining hall, nearly at full capacity. I was wearing a suit and tie that Giulia’s cousin had let me borrow. The collar was scratching my skin in the worst possible way but I didn’t want to be rude so I sucked it up. That was my first mistake. Between the bright lights, loud conversations and music, jam-packed room, a plethora of smells from foods that I had never heard of, and the suit collar, I could feel it coming.

It was sensory overload at first. I tried stimming subtly. I wasn’t out as autistic to everyone yet and the thought of them judging me for stimming made my anxiety worse. But I had to do something. Squeezing my hands into fists under the table. Chewing the inside of my cheek. Running my fingers through my hair repeatedly. It wasn’t enough, but somehow too much at the same time.

I was getting more and more fidgety. It was becoming harder to mask. Would it be rude to just get up and leave without saying anything? Probably. I couldn’t move anyway. I was frozen in my seat. My facial expressions were almost completely gone at this point, along with my ability to speak. Alberto noticed that something was wrong.

“Luca, hey, are you alright?” I couldn’t get the words “no, I feel like I’m about to explode into a violently stimming disaster if I don’t get out of here right now but I can’t move and I feel helpless” out of my mouth so I just nodded and gave him a small, unconvincing smile. I didn’t want to burden Alberto while he was having such a good time. I knew it was ridiculous to think that Alberto would mind helping me calm down, but my brain wouldn’t quit telling me otherwise.

Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. It wasn’t working.

Alberto didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. Ever since I told him I was autistic he tried his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible in every situation. I loved him for that but I hated myself for it. It’s like I always need to be babysat and I hate it. I know that he loves me so why do I feel so guilty?

My intrusive thoughts running through my mind was the final straw. It was all too much. Alberto’s face looked more concerned as each moment passed. He was about to witness me having a meltdown for the first time since we met. I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of vulnerability but I didn’t really have a choice. I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Luca, we’re going to go some place quiet, okay?”

I shook my head no. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had gone from sensory overload, to shutdown, to a full-blown meltdown. I couldn’t hold back my stims anymore. I started hitting my head with my fists and pulling at my hair. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably, exposing my green-blue scales.

Perfecto.

I didn’t know which was worse: violently and uncontrollably stimming in front of everyone, or unintentionally outing myself as a sea monster. They might have been tied. Most of the guests were too into their conversations to notice the autistic sea monster having a meltdown next to them but the few who did notice started to pass glances and whisper amongst themselves.

“Luca, Luca, you’re okay. I know you don’t like anyone touching you when you’re in sensory overload but I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

Alberto helped me get up from the table and escorted me out of the dining room, using his suit jacket to cover my face so no one would see my scales, but being careful to not let it touch my face. We made our way to a long hallway off of the lobby. Alberto sat me down on the ground and flipped the hallway light switch off. Light from the lobby trailed into the hallway but didn’t reach us at the end.

I was out of the environment but still at the height of my meltdown. Tears were still coming from my eyes. I continued to tug at my hair while I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t vocalize anything except for non verbal sounds. I felt so helpless, so defeated, so ashamed.

Alberto tried to redirect my violent stims, to no avail. I’m sure he felt helpless too. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. And I felt bad that Alberto couldn’t help that.

Alberto sat a few feet away from me, probably resisting the urge to pull me into a hug.

“I’ll just sit with you, okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Alberto reassured me that he wasn’t leaving. My perception of time isn’t that great but it felt like at least 45 minutes before I started to come down. Still there, like he said he would be, Alberto let out a deep shaky breath. I hadn’t looked at him the entire time because I was too embarrassed that he had to see all of that. When I finally did glance up at him, I notice two trails of purple scales down his cheeks. Knowing he had cried hurt me even more.

“Are you feeling better?” I was still nonverbal and rocking back and forth but my violent stims had passed. I opened my left hand flat and tapped it with my right index finger.

“Oh! Right,” Alberto pulled a pen and pad from my jacket, which he had helped me remove from my body earlier in my meltdown. He slid them across the floor and anxiously waited for me to write my response.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Alberto’s face changed as he read what I had written. His green eyes looked sadder when they met my gaze. I could feel my tears starting to well up again.

“No, no, Luca, mio amore, please don’t feel bad. I should have checked on you earlier than I did. I got a little lost with everything going on in there. I’m sorry that I didn’t check up on you sooner...” Alberto was very protective of me. I know that the thought of me suffering while he didn’t know was absolutely crushing him. But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anybody’s. I was starting to think rationally again. I shouldn’t feel sorry for having meltdowns, for being autistic, for being myself. But I should have spoken up when I started to feel uncomfortable. That’s something I need to work on, and I know I can do it as long as Alberto is with me. And he always will be.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” I know Alberto was dying to physically comfort me. It was his love language. I nodded my head yes and gave him a warm smile. He crawled over to me and I opened my arms to embrace him. I listened to his steadying heartbeat while he whispered affirmations to me and gently rubbed my back. Warm tears started to fall down my face.

God, I love this boy so much.

“Bontà, there you two are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What happ-“ Giulia’s voice got closer as she made her way down the hallway.

“Oh no, Luca... mi dispiace... I didn’t know you were- when did- where-“ She crouches down next to the two of us. Giulia, also being autistic, could tell I was in post-meltdown. She slaps her palm to her forehead and curses herself.

“Of course! I should have been more aware about- why didn’t I- are you okay?”

“Giulia,” Alberto places his hand on her shoulder. “he’s alright. Nothing that happened is your fault. Or... mine for that matter. We’re alright.”

“Can I get you guys something? A glass of water?”

I nod my head yes.

“Water sounds good, grazie, little sis.” Alberto and Giulia exchange smiles, then she leaves down the hallway, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“Luca,” Alberto cups my cheek in his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I love you, okay? I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Please, don’t ever feel like an inconvenience. It hurts to see you like that, and I know it hurts to experience it. Please, tell me next time, Okay?”

I didn’t even need to tell him that I felt like an inconvenience. He just knew. Like I said, he knows me too well. I nod my head, and pull him back into an embrace. Alberto combs his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the tangles that I made in it earlier.

I feel lighter. I feel safe to be myself. I feel more loved than ever.

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that’s it! my first fic! a lot of this is me projecting onto luca (sksakdjsjjsk) but i had a lot of fun writing it! feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. likes and reblogs appreciated!! :)

#luca #pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #autistic!luca #luberto #mine #my writing

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ironmanstan · 3 years

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daaamn cowboy, back at it again with the wh- Jotaro Headcanons

hi yes mr kujo has autism this is a Fact actually this is what the hcs will b about

He has two special interests, the obvious one is the marine biology, but I also think he has an interest in biology of all types! Due to him in part 4 showing he knows a lot both about nature and animals (like in the rat episode),

He stims but not in typical ways, like hand flapping. I think he probably does more discreet ones, maybe due to being made fun of or feeling exposed when he was younger in school and stimming. Maybe repeating phrases in his head or under his breath, like listing different information about something. Or finger spelling.

He has shutdowns more often than meltdowns. When he used to have them at home, Holly learned to help him through it and giving him the space and sensory input (or lack of) he needed. He can usually speak during them, but when he’s nonverbal she would ask simple yes and no’s so he could nod or shake his head, (”can i touch you? do you wanna be left alone?” etc.).

Joseph eventually learned to help him or at least keep things quiet and calm for him but damn he’s awkward about it. He tries. He forgot to ask before touching Jotaro once and got his hand SLAPPED away by Splat.

Jotaro would never admit it but he actually doesn’t mind when Joseph starts rambling about stupid shit (ADHD king), it grounds him when he needs sensory input to focus on. Kakyoin also rambles (also an ADHD king) and Jotaro especially likes it because Kakyoin tends to keep his voice level and doesn’t go from normal talking, to shouting, like Joseph does.

Both Joseph and Holly know he struggles to express his feelings, so they both know to pay more attention to his actions and the way he expresses himself. When Jotaro left to fight Dio without so much as a hint of hesitation Holly cried harder than she ever had.

He has a flat affect. His voice seems monotonous and his face tends to have the same expression except for rare occasions. When people first get to know him, that + him just being huge is, extremely intimidating. Kakyoin got worried Jotaro didn’t like him at first, and chalked it up to how he kinda sorta tried to kill him. Kakyoin is observent, and suddenly one day realized Jotaro is just Like That to everybody.

Josuke, is not observant.

Koichi is smart and realized Jotaro’s pretty monotonous to everybody, and tried to tell Josuke but he didn’t listen.

“Do you think he doesn’t like me because I messed up their whole family and everything D::::”

Josuke is also very bad at keeping things to himself and not being open about his emotions and so he eventually (probably after the rat fight bc wooo bonding moment), was like

“Do uh. Do you like. Do you like me?? Like. Uh, idk nevermind.”

And Jotaro thinks this over quietly, and Josuke sighs almost in relief because ‘oh good he didn’t hear me’.

“I like you a lot, I just, It’s hard for me to show I care sometimes. But you’re like my little brother I care about you a lot.” And he gives him one of his rare rare Jotaro smiles. :)

Josuke is beaming for a week straight.

Later after part 5 Jotaro meets Giorno and they both instantly realize they are both autistic and they very quietly vibe. Neither of them knows how to read into the other’s tone and Giorno is almost constantly masking so they come to an impasse.

Jolyne, much like Jotaro, would never admit it, but she loves when she gets him rambling about one of his special interests. The joy and the genuine care behind it, coming from her dad, she loves it so much, and she loves knowing he trusts her enough to go on without a care.

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OH about the autism thing re: rules a big sign of autism is a very strong sense of right and wrong and adhering to rules we perceive as utterly and completely nessecary to follow. its interesting considering the another trait is a rejection of societal rules but i think its more an alignment with the rules and values we decide are worth following. which is what everyone does.

its just that with troubles with emotional regulation, which most autism people have, our responses to the breaking of those rules or what we percieve as obviously wrong regarding our moral code triggers a very stressful emotional reaction. whether thats distress/upset/anger etc.

and it can happen over anything! i couldnt watch the cat in the hat film till i was 12 years old, because the constant breaking of the rules and idea of getting in trouble was so stressful to me it triggered a crying/distress response and made me go into a meltdown. these things get easier sometimes as we grow into adults. but when you have something you hold dear all but turn upside down on you when youre already a person averse to change, it can feel like a huge shakeup. even if youre aware it's not necessarily the end of the world/you acknowledge such a response can be really silly.

laura youve gotta remember that you, like me, and multiple other autistic f1 fans in the replies of that ask have high empathy and low emotional regulation. F1 is your special interest and has been dear to you for years. It makes complete sense for you to have a distress reaction for a violation of both the sports rules, which you apply as The Rules and your moral code.

Suffocating these emotional responses isn't going to help you or any other autistic person, though many neurotypical people believe it is. Whether its an emotional outburst, a meltdown, a shutdown or another response, trying to force it down wont work. It's your body responding to overstimulation. Focusing on how youre feeling, keeping somewhat of an awareness (if you can) on how youre acting and making sure to make sure that, yes, other people arent negatively affected by these emotions but far more importantly that you yourself are okay.

Anyone sending anons trying to rile you up or start an argument over this are the kind of people who poke and prod at autistic people to make fun of them. They're disgustingly common in the fandom, but they're fortunately also not the smartest. And it's completely in your right to delete messages of and block people seeking conflict in bad faith.

However you respond to this situation and whatever similar things might happen in the future I do hope you know that you have my complete support. I really hope this dumb long ask explains that, because I really do know what you're going through, even if my own response to this has been different.

Love you Laura ❤💗❤

Liv thank you so much for this I really, really, really appreciate it in so many ways. Mum going to me "life's shit, it's just a sport. come on lewis be a big boy" when I told her how upset Lewis seemed yesterday really like... sdfgfsd opened my eyes to the fact emotional repression as a rule has been coming from BOTH my parents. They do not understand that a "disproportionate" emotional response is a common thing in autism and they can't tolerate NORMAL emotional responses so looking back on how they've responded to me growing up I think there's a lot of harm done there that they will probably never acknowledge. So it's just rlly good to hear your perspective and know that like. It's normal, I guess?

Anyway yeah aside from "sour grapes slut" the most iconic anon ask of all time, I've deleted / blocked any anon hate or notes on posts I've received bc that's just my rule of thumb. People have definitely tried to rile me up in my inbox but I can rile myself up they really don't need to waste their time sfdjhsfdjhsdf. This to say you're right and thank you for the reminder.

Also, thank you for finally revealing to me why I also HATED that fucking cat in the hat movie and couldn't stand it and had to leave the room whenever my sister wanted to watch it.

#long post #liv #love you bestie

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xo-cuteplosion-xo · 3 years

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Hi there! I found your blog a while back and you wrote your epileptic s/o request really well! If you don’t mind, would you do a request of Atsushi and Chuuya with an s/o with ASD/Autism? Like they often stim with their hands, make small vocal tics, repeat certain words a lot, and even bounce on their feet a bit for example! However, there is often shutdowns and meltdowns that come with a lot of environmental stimulation for them too. They often feel ashamed and embarrassed by their disability, but our sweet young men always reassures them that they’re beautiful/wonderful regardless? I just love seeing neurodivergent x readers and positivity for that! Feel free to do this if you want to, thank you! 🙏💕💗💓💝💘

I hope this is alright. As usual, feel free to correct me on anything I have wrong or if anything is possibly offensive. Love chu peeps!

Neurodivergent reader HC | Atsushi and Chuuya x reader|

Atsushi-

He never brings attention to the tics or small actions you do to stim.

He’ll nod to make it known he’s paying attention to you. If anybody gives a weird look, like ever, he’ll threaten them with a glare.

He understands it can be difficult at times.

If you're in a situation that overstimulates you and causes you to start having a meltdown, he might panic the first few times, but he’ll learn to try things to help calm you down.

He doesn't really know what to do, but he tries to create a safe, quiet, and still environment for you.

He doesn't want to pull you away if you're not going to go on your own. He waits till you're ready, but when you do remove yourself from the situation he follows.

When you look a little better, he remains giving you the space you need, and asks if you're okay.

He doesn't repeat himself (unless he's sure you didn't hear him), letting you take the time you need to respond.

If you ever feel ashamed or come to him with a small rant about the disability, he'll wrap you in a hug and tell you how amazing you are.

He loves you no matter how you are.

There really isn't anything you can do that will cause him to not love you.

He assures you with words and hugs. He’s a little shy with physical and verbal affection, so he’ll probably hand you a bunch of chocolates with a little note, then get all flustered after handing it to you.

He reminds you all the time that you can always tell him if he messes up and makes you feel worse or upsets you in any way.

He’s also open to doing whatever you need to feel comfortable and loved.

Chuuya-

As your partner, he knows the do’s and don’ts with you.

He knows what kinds of affection you like, which ones you hate, dislike, and which ones you like, but are a big no when you're having meltdowns.

It takes time for him to adjust, but he’s one big guard dog.

Like if anybody ever pokes fun or stares just a little wrong at you, he's got his ability up, and he’s threatening them because you're perfect. He’ll probably say things like, “Huh? What do you mean, they're perfect just as they are, you dip shit.” he’s never afraid to stand up for you.

If you tell him it’s fine and it doesn't bother you, he'll roll his eyes because he knows it does.

He’s completely aware how you feel about it, that’s why he’s always trying to reassure you of how perfect you are to him.

If he ever catches you in a situation that is starting to overwhelm you, he'll ask if you're alright.

If you shake your head, he’ll offer to go somewhere quiet where you can get a handle on things.

He waits until he sees a change, then he asks if you're okay, if he can hold your hand, or give you a soft peck.

If you don't respond, he'll nod and wait until you talk to him or reach for him.

If he finds you getting down on yourself over the disability, expect hugs, cuddles, and even praises. He finds anything to praise you on. For example, he’ll tell you how he loves your eyes, your personality, even the way you smile.

He offers whatever you need to make you feel better. He never wants to overstep, so he constantly asks for permission to do things with you.

He doesn't ask because he’s looking down on you; he just never wants to make you uncomfortable, scared, or panicked. He’s seen what people call the uglier side, and he has made it his goal to try and never put you there himself.

He’s open to doing things your way, if you need things done a certain way he’ll do it just like that. Even if it means relearning how to fold clothes.

#bsd #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader headcanons #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader headcanons #chuuya #chuya #chuuya x reader #chuya x reader #chuuya headcanons #chuuya x reader headcanons #atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi headcanons #atsushi x reader headcanons

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chiafett-moved · 3 years

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Autistic Hunter Masterpost

I promised it and it’s time to deliver (not because I have a midterm in eight hours and I didn’t study and can’t sleep). Anyways, your favorite mutant Sergeant is autistic and here’s some fun stuff about him.

Hunter makes way too much eye contact. Like, an uncomfortable amount. He's a peoplewatcher by nature, so it's pretty common to turn around and just see 👁👁

Hunter is also a Perpetually Tired autistic, so his after-mission routine is basically locking himself in his room and sleeping for many hours.

Because he's the team leader and the one to interact with regs and natborns the most, he spends a lot of his time masking. It's very hard for him to unmask, which is another reason he's so tired all the time.

Anger. Oh boy this man is angry. Hunter has two modes and it's chill dad and Rage Pigeon. Again, he's the king of repression, so he tends to bottle everything up and then get really angry.

On that note, he has some pretty violent meltdowns. His shutdowns common but, unlike Fox, who can coast through on overload and silence, he needs the occassional Big Freakout Time.

You know that Autism Moment when you've been running errands for an hour and you're sweating and your mask is itchy and everything is Touching you so you run into your room and immediately strip naked like a little gremlin? Yeah.

Because of his mutation, sensory overload is a constant problem for Hunter. He gets a lot of migraines and nosebleeds.

P r e s s u r e s t i m oh my god can you imagine the relief of coming back from having to be an Adult and have Conversations and having someone like Wrecker around to just. Lay on you for a little while? I hc Wrecker as a very touchy person, so he's not at all opposed to just laying on his Sarge for a while until Hunter's a little more calm.

(I am insanely jealous of Wrecker Hugs can you imagine he's like a weighted blanket but Really Really Good-)

Swishy long hair. Nice to run your fingers through. Nice.

Flirting via infodumping.

Surprisingly good grasp of social norms, but miserably fails at interpreting individual situations.

He needs to be the leader or he needs to work alone. Otherwise, it's going to get ugly.

He'd never admit it, but this is largely because he has a lot of trouble understanding instructions and either needs to make his own plan or to work under someone who gives detailed explanations and doesn't mind being asked for clarification.

Things either matter a lot or don't matter. Emotional and object permanence are not things that matter to Hunter.

Hunter has the Worst case of hyperempathy ever. He's the kind of autistic that hates watching embarrassing scenes in TV shows and gets overwhelmed at the end of books.

Spatial awareness? What is that? Tech please help I am once again lost in a familiar place-

Anyways, Hunter is autistic and I love him a lot! Tune in next time for ADHD Quinlan Vos!

#star wars #autism #the clone wars #autistic headcanon #autistic hunter #hunter tcw #hunter the bad batch #sergeant hunter #star wars the bad batch #swtcw #tcw #hunter headcanons #sergeant hunter headcanons #autistic hunter tag

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