#writing tics

[writing-tics]

different kinds of tics

Tics can divided into few categories: simple/complex and motor/vocal.

Motor tics are movements. Examples: blinking, shoulder shrugging, making faces or gestures, etc.

Vocal tics are sounds. Examples: meowing, barking, saying words or sentences, whistling, etc.

sometimes it can be hard to differentiate between them. I have a tic in which i click my tongue. It is a movement, but there is also a sound to it. I'm not sure whether it's the movement or the sound that makes the pre-tic tension go away.

Complex tics involve a lot of different muscles. They can appear as something done intentionally, but they are never intentional. Examples: saying words or frazes, making gestures, jumping, grimacing, etc

Simple tics are quick, and, well, simple. Examples: winking of an eye, tensing of a specific muscle, sniffing, simple "woo", or a similar sound, etc

Different types of tics can feel very different. They may alleviate the pre-tic tension in different ways. For example i need to hear the whistle in order for the tension to disappear, but I don't need to hear my meowing for the tension to go away.

I may not even notice some of my simple motor tics. but sometimes there is a big cumulation of them and it's awful. Some of the more complex ones feel like i'm being controlled by some alien life force or sth. And some of my complex tics are chill, and idc. It really depends on the day, on what I'm doing and what my tics are at the moment.

bibliography

NHS

A handy table

MedicalNewsToday

the last two paragraphs are based purely on my own experiences. Other people with tics will probably experience things differently.

[miriam-heddy]

Writing Tics🪲: We All Have Them. Beta Readers Can Help Us Delete Them Before We Post!

I just began reading a new McDanno (Jan 2025) story. Straight away, I got Déjà vu. I used “find” and found there are 18 instances of “for the first time” in 28,682 words. Is that a lot? If it were garlic 🧄, I’d say one can’t have enough. And there are 3 more chapters still unposted, as it’s a WiP. Thus far, there are 59 comments and 51 kudos on this story. I’m willing to bet no one has mentioned this tic 🪲 to the writer. Is that really a kindness?

I’m mentioning it here, not to pick on this particular writer (because professional writers have tics, too!)—but to highlight yet another great reason for fanfic writers to get a beta reader. Make it a New Year’s Resolution! 🥳

[autisticdreamdrop]

tic things 10

typing/writing tics.. like seriously tics are so complex..

[newwwwusername]

Girl, Interrupted (1999 Movie) - Susanna & Georgina - Tourette's Syndrome Awareness Month Prompt 14 : Writing/Drawing Tics

Prompt : Write a fic about a character with writing and/or drawing tics Headcanon : Susanna has tics

Susanna grumbled in annoyance as her hand acted on its own and wrote unintelligible nonsense across the page of her notebook. Georgina looked up from her book.

"Everything okay over there?"

"My hand keeps writing random shit on its own" Susanna complained, unafraid of sounding crazy at this point because, well, she was in a mental ward. "It's really distracting"

"Do you know what might be causing that?"

"I don't know" Susanna sighed. "It's probably a number of things"

"Hm" Georgina hummed in consideration. "Have you considered going for a walk or something?"

"I can't leave the building yet"

"You could just walk around the halls" the blonde suggested. Susanna smiled.

"Yeah" she nodded. "I should. I need a smoke break anyways"

"That's the spirit!"

Do not repost on other sites! If you want to participate in this month's challenge, there are 15 Tourette's-centered prompts that you can find here

[needsdean]

Reconnecting with nature after spending weeks in front of my ipad trying to write a very intense Merthur scene in the right way

[autisticfanperson]

now what if i gave my favorite character tourettes

[arckiaym]

has anyone done this yet? og under the cut

[crushedsweets]

i like the way ships work in this fandom. like nothing can truly make sense because 90% of the stories do not overlap (minus ships like ticciwork). but there will always be someone on the internet who can see the potential in anything. and watching the slow rise of ships in this fandom is a joy in itself even when its not my thing. everything is so reliant on an individuals perspective/AU/etc for these characters. especially in such a small fandom

[mxmorbidmidnight]

⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹

𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝑆𝐻𝐴𝑃𝐸𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅

ᚠ ᚢ ᚦ ᚱ ᚲ ᚷ ᚹ ᚺ ᚾ ᛁ ᛃ ᛇ ᛈ ᛉ ᛋ ᛗ ᛏ ᛜ ᛚ

I greet thee dear, welcome to my blog. I am The Shapeshifter, The Wizard Goose, Plague upon John of England *menacing honking*. I am a Witch and a feral beast. I spend these days in which I suspend casting runes, spitting tricksome prophecies and harassing the English monarchy. How I have come here I know not, but joyous I am to converse with thee. I hope thou may find a thing of sorts here, whether it be comfort, whimsy, disturbance or perhaps the cup of dice.

𓋹

𓋹

I am called many names. Shapeshifter. Versipellis, Gestaltwandler, ilcruthach, Vormveranderaar. All words meaning Shapeshifter. As well as Werewolverine, Lovecat, Dracaena, She-wolf and Jackalope Hare. These names I did snatch into my claws while doing historical, mythological, folkloric and etymological research. If you wish to know the etymology and history of these names look upon this post

🕸️What art thou to call me? however you please. Choose one in the previous list or assign me thine own title. As long as it is done with respect I shalt answer. To be given a name is a great honour. 🕸️

⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹⛧𓋹⛧⛧𓋹

I fall under the definition of nonhuman, I take many forms. Most notably a goose. Much of the posting thou may see upon here is I, The Mighty Goose, Plague upon John of England violently honking or screeching in Shakespearean. I often find myself taking forms such as that of a siren, Dracaena, Wolverine, Harpy, Jaguar, Bin Chicken, Hyena and jackrabbit. The forms in which I might take are boundless as the ways of water across this sphere. For I am whatever I please.

ᛐᛜᚢᚦ

☾ I bear connection to mythological and folkloric shapeshifters, as to be they are ballads of myself or perhaps a close friend ☽

My gender is fluid. The pronouns I do favour art he/she/it, preferably alternating between the three as I cannot be confined by one singular. I am polyamorous and queer. OOooOooOh hOnK hOnK

As of now I am writing The Shapeshifter. A ballad describing my identity. Here you may find what of it has been released. For the past four years I have been crafting a novel series. It is influenced by folklore and mythology, containing queer, nonhuman and disabled characters.

𝑃𝑂𝐸𝑇𝑅𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐸𝑆

The Shapeshifter's lament (part of the Shapeshifter)

The Shapeshifter

Vivamus Moriendium Est

Fight Dog

The Verdict

𝑀𝑌 𝑁𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐿

Lore

Character intro

I am disabled and neurodiverse. I have FND, tourettes and POTs and I am a cane user (in need of a wheelchair but unable to access). I have OCD, ADHD, sensory processing and likely autism. I will often post about disability advocacy on this blog. I am apart of the goth subculture (my favourite bands art The Cure, Inkubus Sukkubus, Sisters of mercy, Bauhaus, Scary Bitches, Coctaeu twins). I am interested in classical literature, History, Folklore, Paganism, vulture culture, Etymology, Shakespeare and gothic horror. I will on occasion post images of my goth makeup upon this platform. I art a minor, be freaky and thou shalt be CURSED I say! grime of a chicken hearted mutt upon thee for thou art liver bellied and foul as a cattle foot in a yew stump.

ReQUESTS (honk)

The Challenge of the goose, tis a challenge where I the tricksome goose shalt grant thee a riddle. Simply request for one in mine ask box or say "I call upon the challenge of the goose". I will trial thee with a riddle I have written, if thou does succeed I shalt grant thee an honorary goose title.

In addition if thou art curious about my writing, identity as a shapeshifter or wish to ask me any questions, do so. Tis no reason for shame, inquiry and curiosity about what we do not understand is a wonderful thing.

Goth resources

Boundaries:

I AM A MINOR!!!! I will not private message with adults, adults can interact with my blog but private messaging is off the table. DNI: perverts and bigots. I don’t mind images of dead animals as long as it isn’t a dead goose. Please don’t send me pictures of dead, injured or cooked geese.

Tags:

#the shapeshifter's riddles : my poems

#morbid lore : to do with my ongoing ye olde goose feud with the entirety of Britland.

#challenge of the goose: answering riddle requests

#morbid memes: memes I have made myself (as seen below, mostly to do with geese)

#morbid's gaggle : interactions with moots

#morbid midnight : I tend to tag all my posts under this tag.

#morbid Reblogs

And now I must return to unionising the cows under lesbianism against John of England. Upon thee I wish plentiful fruit, soft sun upon thine cheek, much bounty and many adventures to seek. May the skin of your palms be coarse to the Strike of a bramble. So says The Shapeshifter

[calilk]

Gem’s death was the cause of Pearl’s realisation. After all that time chasing and taunting and blood, after an offer was finally extended and then brutally taken away, finally, the pin dropped. As stark text blinked into the corner of her vision, with nothing for company but the apathetic water lapping at the shore of this oh so lonely island, finally the reality of Pearl’s emotions hit her. The deep longing in her chest finally revealed its mark. The arrow set fly so long ago finally struck empty space, an absence, a still-warm corpse. Pearl, with so much love to give, and yet again, no one to take it from her cold and broken hands.

[of-time-and-space-itself]

YIPPIE! We Unlocked The Snatcher DLC, LET'S GO!

The best way that I can describe this man in this AU is like.....mostly deadpan, with an occasional snarky quip, he kinda just rolls with the flow at this point. He's very much past his prime, and is now just very calmly sitting in the passenger seat while Hat kid rams her scooter into the nearest cement wall.

He is the only real sane voice of reason in the entire kingdom, Which is why Hat always bothers him with all her problems.

Something I can mention w/o having to be vague is the fact that, - yes, in this universe dad snatcher is a thing. It NEVER comes up in the main story, mostly because I decided I wanted it to be a side thing entirely(backstory for the two kingdoms). Hat kid isn't actually aware of this until post-plot, which is when their relationship really starts to blossom.

In the meantime, he's just her super secret lawyer that nobody really knows about.

[misstictart]

I see one(1) joke and I run away with another comic idea. Anyway. I hope you'll like a bit of angst for once. :') Inspired by this scene (and some musing during a car trip):

Under a read more just in case for bruises and physical injury depiction. Also, as a side note, I decided not to draw the tattoos for the sake of simplification (just like the screenshot above), but they're still there. They're just, well...not the center of attention, for once.

This takes place when Claryce starts to grow fonder of Bob, her constant denial slightly fading as she gets to know him. He doesn't talk much of his prison stays at first - perhaps only to complain about the food or the unsanitary environment - but eventually, he'll quickly learn that there are some things he cannot fully hide from her.

Especially when your cellmates treat you as their favorite punching bag - or throw books at you when you try to make them read. And even more when you're so used to it you almost forget about your bruises to begin with.

While Claryce is aware of physical violence within the prison walls (she often campaigns for better life conditions, be it at work or at the penitentiary) - it doesn't compare to the shock of seeing it for herself. She's aware she can't do much about it, but hey. Might as well help a little with what she has.

And little does she know - it means the world to him.

[aftg-random-fun]

I wonder how many tics Neil has from his other identities? The following are examples of what I mean;

Pushing up glasses he no longer wears

Pushing long hair behind his ears or going to tie a ponytail

Careful movements near the eye not to disturb the mascara or eyeliner

Going to twist a piece of jewelry

Grabbing a pencil with the opposite hand

A piece of slang or accent that slips out

How he leans

How he crouches down

Going to smooth a skirt to sit down when he hasn’t worn one in ages

Writing numbers fancy instead of plain (eg seven with a cross or not)

Just stuff like that. How many shadows from his old lives appear when he’s not paying attention.

[little-one-made-of-void]

I need random/mundane/common experiences for people with disabilities (can be specific to one or more disabilities) funny and not. I'm trying to write accurate experiences in my books but a lot of what I find in the media is sugar coated or only showing the happy sides and I live with multiple disabilities so I know that there are bad sides that I want to represent properly.

[karldotorg]

On a particularly bad day at the DX, Steve twitched and ticked like clockwork. His head moving swiftly to the side and a whistle forcing its way out of his mouth. He groaned in frustration and almost pulled out his own hair. He was sitting at the counter, where Sodapop usually was, with his head in his hands. They were just about to close up the shop for the night, and Steve was glad about it.

"I'm so sick 'ah these damn things Soda!" He called out, followed by the jerk of his head and a whistle. It was like he had hiccups that never went away.

Soda was drawing down the blinds of the shop windows as he said, "I know buddy, I know." He sighed, walked over to Steve, and put a gentle hand on his back. He felt Steve's muscles tense and his body jerked even worse.

"It's just," His head jerked to the side and out came another whistle, "I just want these damn things," He whistled again, "to go away!" Steve finally managed out and slammed his fists on the counter. They were getting worse the more exhausted he got. Soda just patted his back, "Let's get you home." He said softly.

Steve nodded, and they made their way out of the store.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

if the music stops, continue with a dance

Kineshi stares at the pot, at the steam, and the boiling water, then, as if in a trance, he reaches out and—

“Hairo-kun!” shrieks Kaidou, slapping his hand with an oven mitt. “What the hell? The pot is hot, you can’t touch it!”

Kineshi retracts his hand and waves him off. “Don’t worry, Kaidou-kun,” he says, “I always win the ‘don’t burn yourself’ challenge I play when I cook!”

Beside him, Saiki just stares, dead-panned, borderline incredulous. Kaidou’s expression is similar, only larger.

[or, hairo, tourette's, and his wonderful friends]

🔥written for day one of tourette's awareness month!🔥

🔥3,900 words | hairo kineshi-centric🔥

click here to read the other fics i've written for ts awareness month the past three years!