#haptic fidgets

[stimboardboy]

minecraft haptic fidgets

TNT - slime | creeper - pixel heart

[cutiepieautistic]

Forest agere stimboard

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[riddlerbrandautism]

Leonard snart stimboard

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This was a request!

[sauerkrauted]

Why did no one tell me that haptics on the iPhone are like little blips of serotonin in my autistic brain??

[merakisphere]

Orbi Loops has always been a small project of mine tucked away in the corner of my Etsy shop where nobody browses, but lately l've seen reviews come in saying, "This is the best fidget tool I have ever used!", and "Tickles my brain like no other stim has before!"

Got me thinking, hmm maybe people actually do enjoy it...

Long story short, I was trying to find ways to use up the thousands of extra beads I have from my Fidget Bloom fidget bracelets. I reflected deeply on what I love about sensory toys and determined that they are: satisfying audible sound, tactile/haptic, and very importantly, continuous motion.

I developed Orbi-Loops as kind of like a rattle toy for teens and adults. We all played with some form of rattle toys when we were infants, why stop?

If you like fidget toys, or use stim tools in your everyday life, I encourage you to check out my handmade Orbi-Loops and browse the hundreds of reviews I received from people who've shared their experience. If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask. :)

[curioscurio]

Autistic homies please please please drop your favorite stimming apps! I ADORE this one despite all the ads (an ad every 2 games but you can buy ad free for $5) and would love something similar

^ The original Antistress app is so amazing because it has a wide variety of almost warioware style mini games, simple and calming games, pointless games, basically a huge variety of physical, visual, and musical ways to stim! It has haptic feedback so it vibrates at the perfect times in tune with the activity. It also has some classics like soap cutting, fidget cube etc. Highly reccomend for everybody bit it's especially good for stimming :]

[apas-95]

Tasking?

You think the word to yourself. You like to quiz yourself like this, every few minutes, whenever you're outside the wire. Keep your eye on the big picture.

Tasking. Pickup. Pickup supplies. Right, check the...

Your flightsuit sits comfortably loose around you, and you feel each pocket's weight. You reach down, keeping your eyes forward, and grab the day-planner your partner got you. You glance down at it in three-second intervals, reminding yourself 'heads up' each time you revert your gaze to your surroundings.

Ah, right. Isotonic drink, bread, more of the aubergine paste they like...

You snap your gaze up, at something above you. Air defence?

No, it's alright. Isotonic drink... check. Bread next.

Your hands fidget, habitually keying at controls that aren't there. You lock your gaze on objects of interest as you walk, letting your optics- correction, head, rotate around on an orbit view. Shelves of food. Shopping cart. Person.

You circle around, searching, for an indeterminate time (no mission clock) before approaching a staff member seems worth it. You stare at their midsection, centre-mass, and speak to them.

"Question?" you ask, loud and sharp. Perfect radio standard. "Location on no-gluten bread?" - Your partner is allergic.

They say something, unclear.

"Say again?" - not 'repeat', never 'repeat', or people die.

Someone brushes past you.

"Spacing!" you blurt out, stepping away from them. You- no, wrong. Bad. Disengage.

You head for the paste. Retask. How long has it been?

Vibration against your leg - haptic missile launch warning. The alert voice fills your head:

DEFEND, DEFEND, DEFEND! CHAFF, FLARE!

You dash aside, slamming into a shelf. Something falls around you. You hear music from your pocket. Phone. Right. Fuck.

It's your partner, so you answer. They say something, but there's too much chatter. People talking around you, blocking the net. "Break, break, break!" you call. Clear comms. The chatter doesn't stop. Couldn't they hear you? "Break, break, break!" you call, again, louder. Your partner says something urgent on the line, but again it's crosstalk. Something's wrong. Nobody's listening.

Pressure, back right shoulder. Proximity detect. You spin around, there's someone, close. Arm extended towards you. Close-in. You key guns, adrenaline pumping for the rattle and snap of the autocannon, the pop of the enemy magazine. Nothing. No comms, no guns.

You jump backwards. Get into missile arming distance. You fall onto your back, rolling hard. Why? Broken- no time to think, just react. Key missiles and countermeasures. No launch. No launch. Why?

You curl into a ball. Tuck your legs in. The alert voice is in your head again:

EJECT! EJECT! EJECT!

You are both ejected and not. You are outside the reinforced sanctuary of the cockpit, exposed -- but you haven't ejected. You don't get it. You shudder on the floor, repeating it to yourself.

Something grabs you. Squeezes you tightly around the back. It feels like your harness.

Your ear protection is fitted into your head, over your ears. Active noise cancellation kicks in.

Your partner's voice, very close, against your face.

"Go quiet," they say, authoritatively. Order.

You freeze. Silent running. Hide from enemy detection.

Awaiting orders.

"Prep for retrieval. Return to base," they say. They shift their hands from your back and lift you from the floor. You key in behind them, keeping spacing.

Thank fuck. Tasking.

[akakris10]

I'm just using my new tourbox as the world's most expensive fidget touye. These haptics are fucking satisfying as shit

[kinfort]

red medic stim kit with clickers and buttons for anon

🌵galaxy fidget clicker

🌵love pill slider

🌵heart d pad fidget keychain

🌵pixel heart clicker

🌵cross keyboard keys fidget

🌵magnetic haptic slider

🌵keycaps fidget

[th3sl33pys1mp]

Theain stim board :3

Links below ☆:

[patientzerohateshospitals]

You Smiled at Me and Said

Part 1: Accidents Happen

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"Matthew?"

He paused and looked up from his workbench, "Yeah, Sammy?"

Sammy motioned towards the computer he was sitting at, a news article and a scientific paper displayed on the screen, "I had been doing some idle research before I came across the topic of human civilization and I found some articles online claiming that civilization could collapse in the year 2050," Sammy paused, his cybernetics whirring softly as he attempted to gauge Matt's reaction.

Matt looked at the screen before looking back at Sammy, confused, "OK...do you mind if I ask what has you so interested in it?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on the topic," Sammy replied, picking up on Matt's confusion, "I am simply curious." It was common for Sammy to ask questions about the world and the people that live in it, he almost always wanted to get a second opinion from Matthew.

The two sat in silence for a moment before Matt spoke up, "Well, all I can really say is that I've heard about the whole 'collapse of civilization' conversation before," he waved a hand in the air dismissively, "but I never it put too much thought into it, what difference will it make if I try to do something about it? I'm just one person." He looked back down at his workbench, "It's not guaranteed I'll even be around to see it happen," he added before continuing his work.

On the workbench was one of Sammy's arms, a mesh of metal and silicon that was a feat of engineering. He had spend weeks, months even, designing and building the arms alone when he was making Sammy's body, so when he found out that the haptics in Sammy's left arm weren't working as they should, he immediately went to work to try and fix the problem. For the time being, Matt gave Sammy an old prototype he had laying around as a replacement.

As Matt continued working on the arm, looking for the cause of the malfunction, he failed to realize that Sammy was still looking at him, frozen in his seat.

Sammy felt... uncomfortable. Well, not exactly. He was experiencing an emotion that he hadn't categorized before. The last thing that Matt had said wasn't sitting right with him, and he wasn't sure why, so he had to ask.

"Matthew?"

"Yeah?" he replied, still looking down.

"What do you mean 'it's not guaranteed' that you will be around to see it happen? You'll be there when it happens, surely, maybe not in the same place or country, I do not know what the future holds, but eventually you may see the effect it would have on the world."

Maybe it was just in his head, but something sounded off about Sammy's voice. Matt looked up and realized that Sammy hadn't moved at all since he last looked at him, which shouldn’t have been viewed as abnormal in that moment; Sammy wasn’t human, he didn’t have that desire to fidget or move as much as humans would, or at least that’s what Matt had assumed, but in that very moment it felt… odd, but not uncanny. Matt took a deep breath before responding, "Like you said, the collapse is predicted to happen in 2050. That's about 20 years from now, and a lot can happen in 20 years," Matt sighed, "I might... you know... die before then."

Matt immediately felt nervous; he and Sammy had never talked about death before this very moment. Matt wasn't always aware of the things that Sammy would research in his own time, so he didn't even know if Sammy knew that life... just... happens, and it'll eventually happen to them both. Matt had originally wanted to introduce the topic to Sammy delicately if he hadn't already done the research, and definitely not alongside the discussion of another morbid topic. 'How the fuck did he even go down that rabbit hole in the first place?'

But Matt’s worries couldn’t predict the internal conflict Sammy was having. Sammy was doing the math, silently calculating the likelihood that Matt could die. Matt’s concerns could never predict the internal turmoil Sammy was experiencing when everything, every calculation, every possible event and outcome ultimately came back to the same conclusion: Matthew is human and will eventually, as all living things do, die.

He will die.

Sammy didn't know what to do. He feels ridiculous; how could he have had such an oversight, his programming never could have prepared him for this moment, but this was important! He just experienced fear and what could only be identified as sadness and hopelessness for the first time; this was momentous! This was everything! And yet... nothing all at once, because there was nothing he could do about it.

He begins to wonder how children might feel, when they first realize that one day mom or dad, or whoever loves them enough to care for them, won't be around forever. One day they'll die.

Sammy’s eyes must have drifted as he was sat in his seat, frozen in fear and premature mourning, because Matthew suddenly called out, “Can you look at me? Please?” And what else could he do in that moment besides precisely that, simply look at him with seemingly apathetic eyes. "I know that what I just told you may be overwhelming for you," Matthew said as he stood up from his workbench and began walking towards Sammy, "but I'll be around for as long as I possibly can, I don't plan on leaving anytime soon anyways." Matthew, now standing in front of Sammy, grabbed Sammy's right hand. As he felt the smooth, synthetic skin against his own hands, Matt smiled sadly at Sammy, "you just need to remember that sometimes," he paused before he finished what he had to say, "accidents happen," Matt lowered his voice as he squeezed Sammy's hand, "and sometimes, there's nothing you can do about it, and that's ok. Don't worry about these kinds of things," he chuckled, "I might even promise that I'll be there with you to witness the collapse of civilization if it weren't such a morbid idea."

Sammy chuckled alongside him, if only to release some of the tension in the room and to prevent Matthew from worrying about him; if he was silent for too long, he knew that Matthew would start to suspect that something was wrong. But there was indeed something wrong.

Their conversation had ignited something in Sammy that couldn't be doused, a thought that could destroy him if he didn't let it go, 'I'm going to lose you. Maybe not now, but one day I will, and I won't know what to do.'

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(This is just a snippet about the lives of two OCs I made up whilst sleep deprived. The characters are basically just basement engineer and the sentient AI robot he built; Matthew/Matt and Sammy. Robot has an existential crisis, or whatever you would call this, on his creator's behalf, that's it for now. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING A STORY AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. Thank you @lovidor for encouraging me to post this. I might write more but I need to focus on my university work. Title is from the song Simple and Clean - PLANITb Remix by Hikaru Utada.)

[cutiepieautistic]

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[bookshelfpassageway]

my kingdom for a mechanical fidget with really satisfying and varied haptic feedback and ZERO NOISES

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

wild how all I have to do is lay the wrong way to turn one of my ribs into a haptic fidget

[blueberrypancakesandmakingout]

5am Timbre

I listen to the grain of the rain on the roof as I wake. The sound swells and shrinks slowly with the passion of the rain. I check if she’s texted me. 5am. Recently I’ve been waking jumping my leg, as if sitting through a consultation with a doctor. Not this morning.  I drift in and out of sleep, listening sometimes to voices online, sometimes just to the rain kissing the rooftop.

Intuitively, we often call “timbre” “texture”. It’s the surface of a noise. It’s the bit of the sound that touches you. Some haptic or visual metaphor allows you to identify “that’s a carpet” or “that’s a trumpet.” The metaphors we use to describe sounds cross over into materiality. The parameters of texture and timbre, volume and frequency, act on your body. Maybe we can feel the timbre is smooth or prickly, warm or cold, on our skin. We feel “heaviness” on our bodies. (Dylan Robinson, Merzbow).

I’m in a talking stage with MJ’s “Billy Jean”, slowly becoming obsessed. My coworker makes a joke about that iconic synth melody. That weekend I hear it in a club with my friends, now I can’t get enough. My housemate and I listen over breakfast. The taut always circling obsessive bassline draws me. The anticlimax of the choruses, the cutaway under “not my son”. I’m obsessing over his voice, his little vocal tics, not just the classic Michael Jackson-isms (“HEEhee-ee”) (which are novel to me anyway as I didn’t have classic music around me growing up), but his little intakes of breath. His yips and moans, the eyebrows drawn together in pleasurepain under some lyrics, the clicks of tongue, hisses thru teeth, exhalations and gasps running up on syllables.

I follow that bassline and that synth melody and the little twisting STAbs of synth trumpet out to other records I think take cues from this era of pop music.

I have a long, loving, fruitful relationship with Forget by Xiu Xiu. We come together rarely these days but it shaped me, forever, continues to hold me, whenever we convene I become obsessed again. The fruiting proliferation of detail, TIMBRAL detail, endless flowering of synth lines or bells or noise or warped voices. These voices from Other places, coming forth across planes ectenic. Every timbre somehow strange or damaged. Every surface on every side fizzing, square, hissing, cutting, barking coughing spinning noise, crackle and fuzz you can feel on your fingertips.

An ex, early in our relationship, saw me fidgeting at a show, serially scratching the pads of my fingers with a thumbnail, then the thumb with the nail of my third finger. On the spot she gifted me a necklace, silver, little crocodile pendant on the end. The back of the crocodile, many tiny ridges forming a rough surface. The perfect stim toy for the pads of my fingers. Sitting on my friend’s bed, possibly in the same year. Fingering a tiny indigo teddy bear, using my fingers to slowly process the gentle roughness of the pilling on his teddy surface. Every timbre here, every surface my fingers could ever want. Every surface ever lovingly provided to my fingertips.

Standing among a hot throng of people on a bus in 2018. Jamie’s incantatory choruses chiming against me. Walking through the rain to the bus this morning, the same happens, my heart rings. I’ve noticed about myself, I love prose which swells with detail to the point of bursting, garbled incoherence. But I love lyrics which are conversational, direct, repetitious. Devin Townsend singing “I, I wonder, I wonder, why?... Ok I know, I missed it, the point I mean, I missed it.” Greg Puciato repeating until he’s curled vomitous on the floor - “I gave you everything you wanted you were everything to me.” George Clarke does this often too. There’s something about the directness, the flat thump of language, the over and over, and over again of it. A directness of expression made heightened, obsessive, frantic or vibratory through repetition. Places a cool hand on a raw wound.

Jamie’s wobbling lament. Over and over. “Just for once, come to me, when looking for what means the most.” Over again. “Everyone loves you, the pain has just begun.” Or even more simply: “Wondering, maybe?” Again and again. “Forget… forget”.

This raw-throated, rocking obsessive repetition, come to me, hold me, tell me you need me like I need you. Desperate dehydration for love’s smoke signals or a psychic touch from another. A word, a requitement, a brush of hair, a glance and a smile. Over and over. Missing connections that were, or craving connections that were almost. Wondering… maybe?

[aestheticsworldasmr]

Satisfying Stress Relief games

Satisfy your eyes & frustrated angry brain who had been sick and tired at home all the time with this oddly satisfying surprising series of games with easy & relaxing visuals! Try these most satisfying ASMR trigger based games with the best haptic feedback if you like to stack colors organize & tidy things up that will relax & satisfy your eyes with its smooth addictive game play following series of satisfying tasks including

Bubble Tea with Sweet Satisfaction:

Enjoy the ice blended Taiwanese popping bubbly boba drink shaken well with ice! Put in the bubbles add water to make them bigger turn them into chewy tapioca balls, add milk & blend it. Top it with cream & serve the ice blended frozen bubble tea just like slushy to the client for sweet satisfaction. Have your satisfaction with super fun addicting bubble tea simulator.

Satisfying ASMR Slicing Sand & everyday objects as cakes:

Forget soap cutting & enjoy ASMR slicing of kinetic sand & everyday object as cakes. Cut, slice & dice these everyday objects that look like cakes & sand sculptures using 1000 degree knife. Swipe to cut slice & dice into ASMR slices, Just press the knife & feel the device vibrate so nicely & smoothly that you will feel like cutting it in real. The best slicing simulator with smooth haptic feedback.

Stack Satisfying Pixel Cube Roller:

Love to fix the item & break them all? Drag pixel roller, stack colors & lay pixels in the right way that are messed all around! Once all the pixel cubes are in order crush cubes by tapping them with finger, make them see smashing, crushing & break'em all with real nice & soft vibrations for some amazing ASMR triggers.

Massage The Slime Man:

Massage the tired man for ultimate relaxation. Trust me his back is just like slime simulator. You will feel like pressing, poking a slime while massaging him. Why not give it a try & try not to say wow!

Idle Factory Conveyor Belt Sort Sport:

Enjoy this sort sport & Collect the rotten items from the conveyor belt of the factory. Collect all the right items in the right time to finish. Oddly satisfying process for fun!

Match 3D Item – Matching Puzzle with tricky brain test:

test your brain & Match similar 3d objects in given time! Simple yet challenging game for all groups. Match various pairs of well polished & perfectly designed objects in time. The best matching puzzle with simplicity & smoothness is here.

Perfect Fit it 3D:

Perfect Fit for the right place. Fit'em all with smooth press ! Insert the metal pieces that will fit perfectly into the metal block. Press the piece when it is at the right place & fit shapes. When it is fitting inside your device will vibrate slowly gently with its haptic sensors for an ASMR trigger & it will be done so smoothly that you wont be able to resist not saying Wow.

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