#with construction noise-cancelling headphones

[saunne]

Pros : The ADHDon't medecine is working. I can hear myself thinking and generally are much aware how scattered my brain is. My impulse control is still crap but at least I'm a lot more aware of it. Like I stop in the middle of doings Things™ sometimes and goes "why the fuck did I started doing that while I was doing that other thing instead". The "dry mouth" side effect is actually useful cause I drink three times more and are for once correctly hydrated.

Cons : It worsened my hearing sensitivity. Worsened as in doubled. In a week and half span. It's terrifying. The lowest sound level on my phone became "too much" after more than ten minutes. Even with the headphones in my ears but no sound, I am still far too aware of all the sounds around. I can't watch TV with my mom anymore because the constant sound changes drive me crazy. I almost had a panic attack at work again. Because of a phone ringing in a "bad tone". Children's cries turned into a weapon of mass destruction for my hearing and I have to work around children so if it keeps going it will become difficult really fast. The sounds I hear now have a direct influence on my mood: I listened to the same song almost constantly on repeat yesterday from 9:30 a.m. until 2:30 a.m. the next day because it put me in a "zone". I had "zone" sounds before but not to that extent.

[kn1ghtc0r3]

[cockworkangels]

noise cancelling headphones save me

[drearyd0ll]

had such a shit day yesterday i'm still recovering

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

thought i could write in peace, but the second i opened my laptop the construction workers in the apartment under mine started drilling again

[de4dlyniightshade]

all I think about is Spencer x autistic reader, or just nuerodivergent reader and the bond that they would share. Ps ily💞

as a very autistic person YES!!!

i always imagine spencer would end up with another autistic person just bcs it makes it so much easier and he'll have the understanding that he needs.

i really hate to see how he's treated by his "friends" throughout the show, they know he's autistic, they know he can't help it, they know he's just trying to make conversation yet they still shut him down and brush him off and basically make fun of him and i think that if someone came along who was like him and was completely willing and able to listen and understand he'd almost break down in tears after having been forced to mask for so long.

i imagine he would stim A LOT around an autistic partner just bcs he knows there's no judgement and nobody will ask what he's doing or tell him to stop, he'd also be able to indulge in the more "childish"(which is definitely the wrong definition but it's what it's put down to) behaviour of autistic people and probably ends up seeing you as a motherly figure that he never really had but definitely needed.

LOVES music at home with you, especially if you show him music that you like bcs it's completely new to him and he loves the different sounds and would gradually get more and more comfortable with dancing with you.

if you got him noise cancelling headphones as a gift he'd be very thankful but is convinced he doesn't need them and doesn't wear them until something like construction or loud neighbours make him put them on just to test them and he's immediately in awe and wants to slap himself for not using them sooner.

loves satin and silk, one of his favourite textures that helps keep him calm so one time when you're out shopping and find a silk handkerchief you buy it for him to keep in his pocket so he can constantly have it if he needs it.

i'm gonna stop here but can you tell i love spencer x autistic!reader?😜

[piratefishmama]

Crossing The Line | Part 14

Said metalhead was wearing a leather jacket, black, ripped at the knee denim jeans with a wallet chain dangling from a belt loop draped round to his back pocket, a bullet belt, that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, combat boots, and an iron maiden tee.

His hair was its seemingly usual unruly mass of dark brown curls, and he had lightly smudged dark eyeliner around his eyes to make his eyes pop. That was the extent of how much effort Eddie had put into his outfit. And yet he looked like the tastiest little snack Steve had ever seen in his life, he loved it.

They were like polar opposites style wise but from the look on Eddie’s face they were both exactly what each other wanted.

“Sweater vest for Eddie” Steve parroted with a warm smile and a bashful little, “I figured… I mean… I thought you’d like it.”

Now, Eddie had turned up at that apartment, with the intention of figuring out whether or not Steve was wearing ear plugs at his gig and just lying to him to get into his pants (which, flattering, but also rude), and going from there.

But then Steve opened the door in that sweater vest. With that smile. Claiming he wore it because he thought Eddie would like it and his heart just did a series of pathetic flip flops and any hope of Eddie ever being mad even if he did wear earplugs went out the window because what the fuck. What the fuck.

What the ever-loving fuck.

How was this man real?

He needed to send Mike Wheeler a goddamn gift basket for sort of introducing him to the guy although he was pretty sure Mike would blow a gasket knowing he was severely crushing on the guy who apparently ‘ruined’ crazy train.

He didn’t even ruin it, it was just… a different style than Crazy Train was supposed to be in! “I love it… suits you way more than the metal look, definitely should have worn it for the gig.” Would have stuck out like a sore thumb but by god he’d have been the prettiest thing there.

Cool as a cucumber, Steve leaned himself against the doorframe, that bashful smile turning coy with just the raise of a brow and the flash of teeth “I dunno, then I’d have missed the look on your face just now.”

“Well I mean, sweater vests, cute glasses, slippers, are we having a cosy night in, Stevie?” Be cool, be cool, be super cool, don’t be a weird little nerd, don’t be a weird little nerd.

Steve reached out, warm hands taking Eddie’s own, then gently, he tugged Eddie inside. “Well, we can if you come in.” And he was hit by a wall of something delicious. A smell so delightful that his stomach just had to rumble in protest over the fact that he wasn’t already eating it.

Ear plugs? Who gave a shit about ear plugs really?

Okay no, he had to stick to some morals, even if his stomach was angrily telling him to wait until after dinner because then at least if Steve turned out to be a very sneaky asshole, he’d at least have gotten a meal out of the night.

“Wait wait” the door was closed but at least Steve seemed to pause, that smile dropping, replaced by curiosity, god how did he make that look cute? Stupid knitwear an glasses combo. “Okay so… this is probably gonna sound dumb, but Frank noticed it, y’know Frank, our bassist? He uhm… he noticed you were wearing what looked like ear plugs at the gig and uh…” oh god the eyes widened, his eyes widened, Eddie wanted the floor to swallow him whole. First real date in god. How many years? And he was fucking it up by bringing up something nobody else would bring up on a date with Steve Goddamn Harrington. “…Were they… earplugs?”

Fuckers would probably just be happy to be there. Could wear those big ol construction site noise cancelling headphones and nobody else would bat an eyelid, but it was about PROFESSIONAL COURTESY, Eddie was a musician too!

He didn’t want to be on a date with someone in the industry (wildly different success rates with it but WHO CARES) who was lying about liking his music to get in his pants.

It could have gone a few different ways, gaslighting being one of them, but Steve smiled, he had such a pretty smile good lord. “Mmhm, c’mere I’ll show you.” Steve was still holding his hand, so Steve had the full capability of pulling him through the entryway toward one of the two bedrooms in the obviously temporary apartment, probably just rented for the time they were there like an Air BnB situation. The room was pretty tidy, save for a little dressing table covered in hair products. “Theeese are them.” And he produced a little silver cannister from his bag and deposited it into Eddie’s hand.

Curious snooping was pretty much accepted in that situation, so Eddie unscrewed the top and emptied the contents into his palm, two sets of black earplugs with a little hole running through the centre, fitted with a sort of white mesh material which sat snuggly within the hole.

“…What am I looking at here, Steve?” Steve just breathed a little laugh and took one from him, then popped the centre circle out of one, the little white mesh disk sitting perfectly in his palm.

“So, short story long, I was a dumb teenager. Rich kid surrounded by bad influences, y’know the whole stereotypical drill, pretty much every magazine in the country and some outside of it painted me as kind of an asshole, ‘King Steve’ they’d call me. I hated it but it’s kind of like quicksand in those old adventure movies, y’know? Just dragging you under, inescapable. Anyway, I also walked headfirst into a low set doorway ogling Chris Hemsworth’s biceps so... I’ve had a few brain injuries.” He tapped the side of his head with his index finger twice in rapid succession. “That uh… it has side effects… brains are tricky, a few too many concussions can get you hearing loss, sight loss, it can get you chronic migraines, aversion to sound, lights, it can do a lot of invisible damage… I… struggle with sound sometimes. And my sight too hence the glasses, but sound is the relevant one here.”

Eddie tilted his head a little in question, a silent motion to continue, research had given him none of this information. Maybe that he was a shitty teenager once but nothing else.

“Sharp noises, like uh… electric guitars played in a certain way, speakers turned all the way up, I get migraines basically and these are designed to filter out certain pitches to make things easier on my ears. Maybe… maybe I missed a few chords here and there, maybe some of it sounded a little off, but I can still hear through the plugs just fine. Robin got them for me, they’re supposed to help people with tinnitus, sensory issues, migraines…” he took the plugs back one by one, placing them back into the cannister and dropping it back into his bag, before he returned to Eddie and retook his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze “I swear I could hear just fine during your gig, and I really enjoyed it. I really like your music, Eddie… I think you’re amazing.”

Eddie felt like he was going to spontaneously combust right there on the spot.

Flattery always did have a certain effect on him, and with it being laid on so thick, honeyed words without an ounce of dishonesty in them… there was really only one response he could conjure in the moment, “…can I kiss you?” And the smile it earned, worth the brain dead moment.

“Well since you asked so nicely, but only one, dinner first, kisses later.” Kisses. Kisses. Plural. Many many kisses. Eddie felt like one of those cartoon characters that got all flushed and then just simply melted. Even though the kiss Steve gave him was chaste, a gentle, but lingering press of soft lips against his own, one of Steve’s hands cradled his cheek and god,

How had he lived until that moment not kissing Steve Harrington?

“Nono one more” was his sole complaint when Steve eased back, feeling the breath of Steve’s laugh dusting his damp lips, and the caress of his lips so very close whispering,

“Okay, just one” before doing just that.

Part 16

[docwritesshit]

Period Comfort from your resident emo

Synopsis: Just... Period comfort with Macaque

Genre: Fluff!

Pairing: Macaque x Reader

Word count: 544

Authors note: I just started my cycle and asked my friend who I should write for period comfort and they said Macaque so here I am

You groaned into your pillow, another wave of pain shooting through your body. The heating pad on your abdomen was doing its best, but your cramps weren’t going down without a fight it seemed.

You exhaled slowly, reaching over to your phone to try and see if anything on it would help distract you from your torment. You pulled your noise cancelling headphones from its charger, putting them on.

You unlocked your phone, scrolling through the various apps you had to see which one caught your eye. Then another stab from your uterus made you hiss, and flop back down on your bed.

Why must the world punish your because you were made to have kids? You were in no need of them right now, and not gonna be ready for them for a while, maybe even for your whole life.

A notification dinging brought your attention back to your phone. You looked and smiled when you saw the contact.

<3 My Dramatic Furry Emo<3

Darling, are you free tonight? There’s a new show in town for a few days and I was wondering if you wanted to go to it.

You frowned, texting back.

I’m so sorry, my uterus is currently murdering me and it gonna last me a few days TuT

Ah. I see, Ill be right with you shortly.

You raised an eyebrow at his reply, and jumped when you heard a knock outside your bedroom door.

“Come in!” You called out.

Macaque strode in, looking over your form. He squinted at the heating pad on your stomach, the noise cancelling headphones, and the open bottle of pain killers on your bedside table. He shook his head, but smirked

“If you need anything, you do know you don’t have to hesitate to say something, right?” He inquired. You scoffed, moving a bit to make room for him on your rather tiny bed.

“I would have, but I didnt need anything,” You insisted. Macaque raised an eyebrow.

“… I would have liked some chocolate.” You mumbled. Macaque chuckled, reaching into a portal he created and pulling out a small box.

“You’re lucky I picked this up yesterday to surprise you with today. It seemed my foresight comes in handy.” He quipped. You suddenly ripped the box from his grasped, opening it.

“Awww, you got me my favorites!” You cheered. Macaque smiled, walking towards your closet as you ravenged the box, watching the shadow monkey collect blankets and pillows.

“Uhhh, what are you doing?” You asked. Macaque just replied with a smug grin, and trotted back over, seeming to construct walls out of the materials, as well as wrapping you up.

“Macaque!” You squealed as he wrapped you both in the blankets. He chuckled, taking the box from your grasp.

“I think this calls for a does of sleepy cuddles and rest. Doctors orders.” He stated. You snorted, but snuggled up to him. He purred softly, wrapping his tail around your midriff, squeezing a bit to put some pressure on your abdomen to help with the pain.

“You know I’m here for you no matter what, right dear?” He whispered in your hair. You smiled against his chest, and sighed in content.

“I know, you’re always here. You’re my warrior after all.”

[missnatzooie]

Pearl and Marina headcanons (with some Pearlina!)

Pearl:

Pearl squeaks, a lot, she squeaks when she wakes up or if she is surprised (if Marina hugs her).

She may act tough, but deep inside, she's a big softie, especially to her girlfriend Marina and Agent 8, they have heard Pearl talk in a soft voice and have seen her more gentle side, which is rare to see.

Pearl has a tendency to blush whenever she hears Marina's voice, but she often tries to cover her face, to no avail, Marina adores it.

She enjoys making ASMR videos for Marina, she makes them to help with Marina's sensory issues and when she's feeling stressed, she makes stuff such as lightly tapping on her crown or showing off her sparkly rings.

Pearl will sometime try to put mayonnaise on everything she eats, with Marina stopping her.

She walks around quietly rapping to herself when she's deep in thought.

When she's feeling lovey-dovey, she will curl up on Marina's lap begging for affection, which means lots of hugs and kisses!

Marina:

When Marina's happy, her voice will sound a little higher pitched and her tentacles will start moving slightly by the tips.

Marina enjoys reading up about various articles about technology and building information, she finds herself getting lost in these articles that she'll jump if she hears a sound.

She'll curl up to her girlfriend Pearl when she wants hugs and kisses.

If Marina sees some construction when she's out with Pearl, she will start happily stimming, from her tentacles moving excitedly to her flapping her hands.

If Marina's angry or about to have a meltdown due to sensory overload, her tentacles will start twitching, she'll softly huff to herself and may even angrily ramble in Octarian, once Pearl sees this, she'll go over to her girlfriend and try to calm her down with some ASMR, or just some cuddles until Marina starts to calm down.

Marina enjoys singing to herself while she's in the middle of doing something, Pearl loves hearing her girlfriend's beautiful singing voice.

Marina loves her Pearl plush, she calls it her ''Pearlie Plushie''.

She has some stim toys for when she's stressed from work or something else, such as chewable necklaces in the shape of an octopus, noise cancelling headphones, little trinkets that she plays around with such as beads and cubes with buttons that she can press.

[salternateunreality2]

AGSZC ND AU: Overstimulation (not the fun kind)

Disclaimer: not an expert

AU setup: all the boys are neuro-spicy except Angeal, who has depression/anxiety. I HC that GZ are more ADHD-leaning and SC are more Autism (ASD)-leaning

From: the archives of my convos with @strayheartless

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The Big Light (can go back to hell from whence it came)

It is EVIL sometimes, and Angeal learns that the hard way from all his boyfriends hating it at random times. He also learns the hard way that dimmer switches are OF THE DEVIL. They make such obnoxious electronic buzzing noises that even Chill-geal gets annoyed and changes it back an hour after installing one.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....(wait a second)...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"HOW IS IT A NEW PITCH?!?!?! I CHANGED NOTHING?!?!?!"

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People Entering One's Domain

If Cloud's in the barracks and the other troopers/thirds come back from going to drinks, he instantly hates everyone and everything because they are SO MUCH. So he cringes away and tries to preserve his sanity, which his squad mates misinterpret as rejection and being stuck up.

Boy no, it's because you smell of 50 different things, sound like a herd of elephants at a football match, messed up the air currents and temperature, and TURNED ON THE BIG LIGHT.

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Coming Home

At the end of the day, sometimes The Guys (tm) barely make it to Angeal's apartment before angrily grunting and violently shedding itchy/uncomfortable uniform pieces until they're left panting and half-naked in the entryway.

Angeal only made the mistake a few times of trying to start something sexy, narrowly avoiding getting his fingers bitten off.

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Mako dials the already heightened senses up to 11.

Cloud trashes a science room before Zack and Angeal are able to subdue him and carry him out, his fingernails slicing into his head as his hands are clamped over his ears, face buried in Angeal's chest to block out the smells and light. He only gets a brief reprieve from sensory hell before they get home and he starts vomiting and getting sick from the mako, since it would bother him with or without ND.

While Cloud's Going Through It (tm), Angeal's getting Stressed (tm) and somehow Zack's ADHD superpower of being great in emergencies kicks in and he keeps the polycule sane, escorting Sephiroth out when the sounds of Cloud being sick get to be too much, helping Genesis channel his angry energy constructively, and being a shoulder for Angeal and Cloud to lean on.

Zack is actually the one that makes Lazard pay for noise-canceling headphones and sunglasses out of the SOLDIER budget. His advocacy is so effective that Lazard ends up making it standard that these things are available on request to anyone in SOLDIER.

Later, Cloud tries to apologize to Sephiroth and Lazard, and Lazard's about to say "This happens sometimes, the labs should have done a sensitivity test before giving you a full dose" when Sephiroth jumps in with, "No that was awesome, do it again next time, even if it's not as bad."

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Vacuum Cleaners (May they burn in the fiery pits of hell, just one circle above Hojo)

Vacuums smell bad, sound bad, look bad, probably taste bad, are unwieldy, and go BONK.

Angeal: *starts pulling out the vacuum*

Zack: WAIT WAIT WAIT YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THAT!

Angeal: whyever not?

Zack: *grasping Angeal's shoulders* trust me. And put. Down. The machine. Before any of the-

Cloud: HISSSSS

Sephiroth: YOWL!

Genesis: *charging up a firaga as Cloud and Sephiroth scamper into the distance*

*12 hours later*

Lazard: Where are Sephiroth and Genesis?!?!? And that trooper always hanging around?!

Zack: SOMEone touched a vacuum.

Lazard: FFS, Hewley

Angeal: How was i supposed to know?!

Later, in Aerith's church, Aerith comes across Genesis prowling outside, glaring and only barely not hissing, while Sephiroth and Cloud are cuddling in a dark, quiet corner, clutching each other and nuzzling.

Aerith: Oh, honeys...was it the accursed machine? Did Zack do this to you?

Sephiroth, signing: -Angeal-

Aerith: aww, nooooo, and you had trusted him so much!

Cloud: *shivers*

I think Zack wouldn't mind vacuuming if he was in control, and Angeal likes having a clean house, but to the rest of them it's a literal devil. That's why they call it a dirt devil. E V I L.

If Zack's not in control, he feels like following it around and yelling back at it.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Hiiiii, so don't know if this is where I can request.. :/, so if you don't want to take this request that's fine. But I saw your todoroki fic.. and I thought maybe you can do a fic of todoroki x reader where todoroki has a fear of thunderstorms.. cuz u know loud noises and all that. So reader comforts Todoroki. Just like a really fluffy fic :)

(Sorry if this was confusing, perfectly fine if you don't want to do this)

:))

Rain, Rain, Go Away

»»——⍟——««A/n: I was working on this and then lost the request and was super confused

Based off this timestamp

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You knew the forecast is to rain today, but you didn't think much of it. It's not scheduled until way into the night, and you'd already be asleep. All you had to do was make sure you and Shoto's phones are charged just in case the power goes out.

Shoto comes home, you eat dinner and watch a movie, ending the night cuddling in bed as you both start slipping into unconsciousness. It only is lightly raining when Shoto turn's the tv off, settling down to spoon you and go to sleep.

Shoto doesn't mind the rain. The sounds of the heavy water hitting the bedroom window he finds the sound calming as he latches on to the sound in his mind, and it carries him to sleep. The problem; is the thunder. The first crack makes Shoto jump, startling him awake after only being asleep for about two hours.

He jumps, instantly jolting against your back as he sits up. Shoto looks around the room, then another crack of thunder sounds, and he jumps again, this time holding his breath and looking at the window, understanding that it must be a thunderstorm.

He brought his attention to you, looking down at you to make sure his movements didn't wake you. He didn't, and he lets out a slow sigh, relaxing back against you and squeezing his eyes shut, his arm tightening over you a bit and pulling you closer.

He takes a few slow breaths, trying to calm his nerves and get back asleep, but it's no use. The thunder isn't letting up, and suddenly the pater of the heavy rain isn't as calming as it was. All Shoto wants is to go to sleep, but he can't the rain and thunder keeping him awake, his nerves all over the place, and he can feel his eyes filling with tears.

After yet another crack of thunder, which frankly felt a little too close to your little shared home, Shoto hides his head in your neck, sad whimpers coming out of his throat.

"Y/n." He doesn't want to wake you, but he has no choice. "Y/n." His voice is quiet, calling for you, and any other time you probably wouldn't have heard him, but something deep in you switched like you knew he needed you, and you were awake right away.

"Shoto? Shoto, what's wrong?" you mumble and turn around to him, pulling him to hide in your neck.

"It's loud," he says, his voice cracking.

"Aww, baby," you coo to him, running your hands through his hair and taking note of the way he holds on tighter to you each time another crack of thunder sounds. Who knew a pro-hero could be so scared of something as simple as a loud noise?

You move slowly, reaching your hand into the table next to you to grab the headphones you knew you stashed there. You'd gotten them for Shoto during when you were getting work done on the house, and all the construction noise was a little too much for him. They weren't exactly noise canceling, but they're good enough.

You sit up and pull away from him for a second, giving him a gentle smile when he looks up at you with wide glossed-over eyes. You lean in, giving him a quick peck on his lips before leaning back again and sliding the headphones over his eyes.

You sit up fully, getting comfortable and motioning for him to move his head onto your lap, settling your hand in his hair when he does. You stay like that, massaging his head and watching as he lays there curled up against you, his eyes slowly closing. You can't help the ghost of a smile that forms on your lips.

This may not be the ideal situation, yet it's perfect.

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Ahem: @izukuisbaby

[arafergirl-artdump]

(eng/jpn/rus) Starter pack when you discovered you're autistic.

(Little disclaimer: This was made totally based on my own experience. Also, i mainly write about things related to autistic experience, but it's not exclusive to it. It possibly can help ADHD/ADDers, high sensitive people and everyone who have any relation to some autistic traits)

Hi there! If you are reading this, i can assume you recently discovered you're autistic. Well, it can explains a lot of what happened in your life, but sure you're thinking "what's next? Will it change something in my life?". For this i need to explain what is masking.

From Wikipedia: "In psychology and sociology, masking is the process in which an individual camouflages their natural personality or behavior to conform to social pressures, abuse, or harassment". So, basically, it means you're hiding some traits of you and your personality by (in neurodivergent case) mirroring others. It can start in very young age. I can assume you're older than 8, so you can consider as late-diagnosed, so you probably masked a lot. Later (or even now) you can notice that your behaviour changes: you notice how loud, bright, smelly, ect. things can be, you do more repetative movements (it's called stimming, it can be not only physical. Listening a lot of music can consider stimming too, for example), you maybe start to talking about things you like a lot, like, A LOT. It means you are unmasking, maybe some thing are not so noticable for you, that's fine, every autistic experience is individual. I mean, if you already notice those things, i can advise you some things that helped and still helping me.

Let's start with clothes. Sure you know this feeling when you're in some itchy clothes and it's so itchy you want it to pull off immediately. Well, now you know the reason why you felt it! But where you can buy clothes that will NOT give you this feeling? The only brand that never gave me this sensory hell is UNIQLO, plus their clothes are genderless. But if you can't buy their clothes or prefer other brands for reason, just make sure this piece is have a huge percent of cotton, lien, bamboo or any othere sensory safe fabrics.

So, what about other senses? Well, there's a poll in here that shows that most neurodivergent people are mostly sensitive to noises (of course it's not an offical research, it's just a Tumblr poll). You propably should get some noise-cancelling headphones. Also you can get construction headphones! I actually have ones, it's good for going outside, but isn't if you want to lay down because of how big they are. Well, i recommend get both and use them at the same time. Also you may have problems with lights, so get yourself a good glasses if your eyes will be tired. There's nothing i can recommend for smell and taste, well, you probably already have safe food even if you don't recognise it yet, so find foods that are safe for you.

And not so first need things! They can help you in the future, but some isn't nesecary if you don't have needs i have. So, in short:

weighted blanket - good for sleep or when you're feeling anxious. If you can, buy it, but you can make it by yourself.

fidget toys - good for stimming, but some of them are can be loud, so my ultimate recommendation is Tangle. But only you know what's good for you!

AAC app - good if you don't like use your voice much. Currently i use "Card talk" and it's good for communicating, but there's bugs with created cards' audios, it can become too fast or too slow. You can fix it by closing and opening the app again, but it can be a bit annoying.

I hope it can help you with living your autistic life comfortably! Reminder: it's based on my experience, so i'm sure there's somenthing that bother you less and bothers me a lot. Well, i said everything i wanted to, so have a great day!

(Damn, this post is long)

(PS: "Card Talk" is so buggy i need to make new audio for created cards. If you aren't multilingual as me, better find other apps)

(PPS: I just found one that is good for multilinguals, it's "Cboard"! So if you're talking in more than one language, this app is pretty good!)

[entity9silvergen]

(For my Hisuian Zoroark Ingo fic)

The central themes of the first half of this fic are 1) Ingo accepting that he is a Zoroark and 2) Ingo figuring out how to cast an illusion of his human self. There are a lot of fics where Zoroark illusions fully allow the Pokémon to speak human language and use solid opposable thumbs. It does not work that way in this fic so I'm going to use this post to explain the normal parameters of a Zoroark's illusions to contextualize exactly what Ingo is trying to do.

There are a lot of different types of illusions. In this fic, I break it down into five main categories: visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory, and mental. For example, a visual illusion would cause a Zoroark to look like a human. An auditory illusion would make the Zoroark sound human. An olfactory illusion would make them smell like a human. A tactical illusion would make a Zoroark's fur feel like skin. Mental illusions are more complicated but in simple terms they cause either the Zoroark to believe they are human or someone else to believe the Zoroark is human despite evidence they are not.

I normally picture Zoroark illusions like a façade similar to a light projection. This is not how illusions work in real life and therefore it is more complicated in this fic. A human perceives an illusion when there is missing or conflicting stimulus and the brain tries to make sense of it by creating an image of what would make sense there.

In this fic, the Illusion ability allows Zorua and Zoroark to create that stimulus. They do so in a way similar to using a move. When using a move such as Shadow Ball, the Pokémon uses some power inside itself to create something that you can see, touch, and hear. The Illusion ability lets the Zorua or Zoroark emit those types of stimulus and manipulate them in a way that causes the viewer's brain to perceive something that isn't there. Their physical bodies change in no way.

Visual ones come most naturally to Zorua and Zoroark. Most don't learn any type of illusion other than visual ones and maybe some minor auditory ones to mask the sound of them moving. Visual illusions are complicated but their ability just lets them happen more naturally. There isn't a ton of conscious thought that comes with constructing the illusion. It's mostly practice.

Auditory illusions require that focus. Chapter 6 of the fic dives into this more but the principal component of auditory illusions is something called masking. A real life example of masking is sound-canceling headphones. Sound canceling headphones detect noises around you and emit a noise at a specific frequency to counter it. In this fic, Ingo learns which different types of auditory stimulus he can mix with his own verbal words to create new noises that mimic human language.

Human language is complicated, even for humans, so Ingo just kind of has to brute force figure out which illusion noises match up with human speech. As stated previously, other Zoroark don't know how to do this. Anything beyond changing appearance is pretty groundbreaking among the Zoroark and requires a lot of concentration on correctly matching up the details of the stimulus the Illusion ability is creating.

I don't really dive into tactical or olfactory illusions in the fic. Assume they work similar to visual and auditory illusions where he just creates stimulus using his ability. Humans aren't really sniffers so Ingo does the bare minimum and mostly just neutralizes his scent enough that Pokémon can't tell he's a Zoroark immediately. He has no idea what he smelled like as a human so he just kind of half-asses it. Tactile is way more complicated so Ingo only does it when he's being touched, which is stressful so he mostly dodges it.

Mental illusions are touched on later in the fic. In real life, mental illusions can be anything from just lying to common mistakes humans brains make when trying to comprehend information. The closest thing to the type of mental illusions used in this fic are false memories, but in real life those are a combination of lying and common human brain mistakes (simplified). In this fic it's something more similar to a Pokémon's psychic powers. The Zoroark use their ghost powers to reach into the brain and manipulate their perception of reality and/or memories. I have no explanation beyond ghost powers since there isn't really anything similar in real life as far as I'm aware.

To appear human, Ingo needs to perform multiple types of difficult illusions at once and he can't do that as a baby Zorua, hence the training arc. EV training doesn't exist in Hisui but Ingo does it anyway. There is no mention of him eating grit in the fic but pretend he does. This man maxes out all of his stats so he has the strength to cast a really convincing illusion. I think making characters overpowered makes stories less fun but in this case, casting illusions is hard so Ingo needs to be high-leveled/well-trained in order to maintain them.

TLDR; In other fics Illusion works like Transform so the Zoroark becomes physically human. In this fic, Zoroark abilities are limited to visual illusions that cause others to perceive their body as something it is not. Anything else requires a lot of focus and hard work.

[salvadorbonaparte]

I loooove construction work taking place outside my house. I don't mind at all that they've been working for weeks and that they'll finish next spring. I totally enjoy it being so loud that I can't keep the windows open and need to wear headphones on top of that even though we have special noise cancelling windows because of the airport close to our home. It's really fun actually.

[crazycatsiren]

Neighbors across the street are doing construction work with heavy machinery, it's a noise canceling headphones at home stimming to music kind of day. And there are the audiobooks, too of course.

[chavisory]

I have now heard two autistic people talk about not being able to hear through noise-canceling headphones, and I'm like... huh.

(Like I can't hear much through them if I'm playing music. That'll drown out virtually everything but traffic/sirens/construction noise/children screaming. But if I'm only using the noise canceling function... no, I can still hear normal conversation right through that.)