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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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I Gift ye with some silly cross guild concepts:

• Buggy with autism and ADHD, with a special interest in explosives, weapons, chemistry, and who uses the circus performances as stimming.

• Mihawk who is Not Neurotypical At All being faced with the antithesis of his whole vibe and somehow being roped into other stims

• (Buggy absolutely makes a swing with silks, and they cuddle in is Often. Ritchie is a living weighted blanket AND HE PURRS)

• Crocodile walks into this not expecting to start a side hustle making stim toys but here we are.

• dadodile theory where Luffy shows up and suddenly oh the stim toy stock is sold out, neat :))

• Buggy getting carried like a kitten by his Big Boyfriends

• polyamorous fighting bc someone's hair oil smells too strong or this brand of soap is Icky or smth so very domestic and sweet and all three end up pausing bc Damn. They're pirates and yet fighting over rose vs lavender scents or what detergent is best.

• sometimes after hours when everyone is asleep, Buggy will do small performances and tries to teach some tricks to the other's. Mihawk offers gardening lessons, and Croc likes teaching them old games from Alabasta when he was a child. Results are.... mixed.

• Buggy oftentimes make azidoazide aside completely on purpose bc Big BOOM Go Brr.

• people think Croc and Hawk have the braincell, but secretly none of them do. They're all a special brand of Absolutely Unhinged.

• Mihawk has a bad tendency to just... bite his loved ones like a cat.

• Crocodile would sooner cut off his other hand than admit to being needy. (No, he totally doesn't just yank his victim of the hour into his lap and then hold them in place with his hook until he's got his cuddle fix, shut up-)

• Buggy is both very smart and very stupid. Bro is a chemist, a weapons maker, a dealer, runs numerous businesses, heads an information network, grew up on the Pirate king's ship with training from the best of the best, could probably stage a world wide coup d'etat if he tried, but still fights against the impulse to swallow a muggy ball Just Because. Smart of Brain, Dumb of Ass.

((You can probably tell Buggy is my favorite but shhhhh let the Guild cook- /hj))

Okay, no, these are all amazing. And don't worry because Buggy is my favorite too, I get it.

They're all just a trio of neurodivergent men who think they can rule the world but actually they're oversensitive and also pretty dumb sometimes. I love their poly relationship so damn much. It gives me life.

#these are all actually pretty sweet #the one with them carrying buggy i love it #and mihawk biting as a love gesture so true #i luv them #they're so meow meow coded #one piece #cross guild #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile

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baby-yongbok · 6 months

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Imma get SKAMMED fir this. But i, as a person with the tism...i truly think Seungmin is SOMEWHEREx on the spectrum, even if its low need/low dependency. He is, i can see the behaviors, i see the food icks, i peep it all.

And so here i am, how do you think he would handle his autistic partner? The good, the bad and the overstim.

I see what you see 👀.

Honestly, this was probably the most challenging thing for me to come up with because the people around me don't help me much with what I go through day to day so... I had no idea what to write. I've thought about this for so long but this is what I came up with. 😅

I based this off of my own experiences, struggles and preferences 💕

The Good:

Seungmin is a cute lil bully but he’s a sucker for you and is always looking for ways to help. He’ll order for you at every restaurant because he hates seeing you panic and study your order a million times. He's pretty much memorized everything down to your go-to drink so it’s easy for him to say “Don’t worry about ordering. I got it”

He makes beats out of your stimming. When you’re tapping on a table or rocking a lot he’ll start humming and doing some complimentary tapping. You two have made up so many songs that you could make an album out of them

He makes sure that all of his hoodies are tagless so that when you steal them you aren’t bothered by the annoying tags tickling you. If it has a tag he did that to keep you from taking it.

Skzoo Earplugs (I actually need this asap)

Your comfort scent is EVERYWHERE. Candles, perfume, laundry detergent, incense, you name it.

A weighted blanket with his scent on it… need I say more?

The Bad:

He understands that you get overwhelmed but he hates that he can’t practice a song for more than two hours around you. Everytime you say that you’re sensitive to him practicing a high note he clenches his jaw and bites his tongue before just stopping all together or leaving to go to the company.

He gets a bit impatient when he has to guess what’s wrong with you. Are you hungry? Tired? Do you need to use the bathroom? He doesn’t know and neither do you.

Neither of you want to clean the sink drain so… what now?

He’s called you ten times but your phone is on vibrate… in the other room.

Overstim:

Walks, walks, walks and more walks. Doesn’t matter what time it is, he’s taking you to get some fresh air. The two of you don’t even have to speak, just enjoy each others company

He’s the king of distractions. Dancing, singing and being a complete goofball just to try and calm you down.

He has a mini meltdown kit in almost every room, you aren’t even aware that half of them exist but it’s there, so when he randomly pulls out a stress ball from the kitchen cabinet to try and redirect your attention try not to be too surprised.

He has a code word that lets the guys know to keep quiet. If they hear him say ‘Jupiter’ all sound fades or everyone leaves.

He has a stim apps on his phone. Tons of apps that can ground you and even some that help you communicate when the sound of your own voice is too much to handle.

(Unedited)

✨Masterlist ✨

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greghatecrimes · 6 months

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Do any of your autistic Thirteen headcanons work their way into the baby!Thirteen AU? How do our favorite gay doctor dads help her?

yesssss 100%!! House would be super aware of her autistic traits because of his own, so he’d be pretty great at helping her. Cutting the tags out of her clothes, using laundry detergent that won’t irritate her sensitive skin, always has sunglasses and ear protectors in case it’s too bright or too loud, making sure she has a say in picking out all of her clothes so that the textures aren’t overwhelming. He’d also give her plenty of space and quiet to regulate when she’s feeling overwhelmed; probably pick her up and take her somewhere where they can be alone and turn the lights off, and hold/hug her in his lap so she can have some gentle pressure sensory input. I think toddler Thirteen would also regulate by carrying either her blanket or a favorite stuffed animal with her (I’m picturing a bunny), and House would be very chill about her bringing them everywhere they go. He’d say they’re part of the family, lol. And she would have so many stim toys. In their apartment, in House’s office, even in Wilson and Cuddy’s offices, there’s always something that’s safe for toddler hands to fidget with.

#baby thirteen au #greg house #remy thirteen hadley #ask #purrassicjet #headcanons #autistic thirteen

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smallghostcorner · 2 years

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can i get some eddie hcs with an autistic little? if you arent comfortable with doing this one thats perfectly okay /gen

Of course i love making HCs of this man

He has a little bag he keeps for you with stim toys in it

Keeps your favorite songs on him at all times

Lets you use his walkman when you're overwhelmed to help calm you down

Will buy you so many teethers

You have a comfort item? He will remind you to grab it before you guys go anywhere together

If you don't want him to touch you he will "hug you from a distance" or blow you kisses

Let's you chew on his hand and hair

Keeps a "good texture bag" basically a bag filled with little scraps of fabric that you deem to be good textures for if you need a reset

Made you comunication cards for when your non verbal

Won't even think about changing his laundry detergent/body wash/body spray

You two stim together (he is also autistic)

Keeps all your safe foods in stock at all times

Makes sure to have at least one pacifier and stim toy at his house in case you forget to bring one

Thinks your baby stims are cute (idk if anyone has this where my stims r different in littlespace)

Thats all i can think of

Id also love to do a fic like this

#age dreaming #age regressor #agere little #agere blog #eddie munson #sfw little post #sfw littlespace #cg!eddie #cg!eddie munson #litte! autistic! reader

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starlit-mansion · 10 months

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i might make the post where i was very critical of laundry stripping specifically in one person's 50k note post unrebloggable soon because my problem with the original post is that it's a bad resource for probably 90% or more of people and situations, and i don't think mine is a sterling resource either. I just think that it's important to be really critical of life hacks, ESPECIALLY one's with really dramatic visual stim elements like seeing a bathtub full of brown sludge as proof it's worked.

So my slightly more articulated points are:

Based on OP's comments, OP has uncommonly hard water and issues with at least one of the big common detergents, and specifically was talking about very old worn clothes. All of these are probably not applicable to you if you don't think your clothes are gross right now. If they smell and feel clean as is, then you don't need to torture them for no reason.

You can make your own laundry soap, it's cheaper than storebought but also particulate inhalation is no joke, and you might be at some risk from it from borax... if you can buy borax; it's banned in some places. i'm not fucking doing that, because i want the laundry detergent that i like that already has blueing in it.

The particular practice of alkaline soaking isn't bunk, but it can be harmful to a lot of fabrics, is better for whites and lights rather than your dark clothes (again, dye leech!)

You can just do this with oxygenated cleaners (oxyclean), and you don't need to make your tub unusable for 12-24 hours. the tub thing is a very bright white surface that you can see a very visible change in, but you can soak things IN YOUR WASHER. if it's modern, it probably has a setting for it. if there's not a reason for you to haul heavy wet clothes from your bathroom to your washer, you don't need to see the dramatic visual results of soaking, the same way you don't need to see your dirty dishwater when you've got a dishwasher right there doing the work for you

the real thing that experts have to say on it is just wash your clothes more effectively. don't overload the washer, use 2-3 tablespoons (or the 1 line in the cap) of detergent per load, don't use scented additives or fabric softeners, look up how to clean your washer, add white vinegar into the fabric softener dispenser or add it in and run another rinse to deal with any issues from your clothes not being rinsed out. this is not as tiktokable but it's easier and cheaper and overall a good choice for the environment

if you need to do this for stuff, you probably need to do it once before doing laundry in the above way to maintain it, to strip out buildup from fabric softener, deodorant, body oils, lotion, etc. I'd only bother with it if the laundry was gross! I don't actually have stuff that feels and smells nasty. I used to have a polyester dress that had a body odor funk, but i stopped wearing it and donated it to a thrift store. It probably could have stood a good presoak to get rid of the gunk. i'd have done it in the machine drum or a bucket next to the machine, personally.

really, this is just rebranded presoaking. it sucks that most of us aren't taught how to do laundry correctly and there is a genuine pitfall of residue-leaving products that make things worse, but i also think Big Laundry is less out to get you than it seems. washers are helpful and efficient and we don't need to start mistrusting them and doing laundry by hand

line drying in sunlight is genuinely nice and also good at getting rid of germs and saving power and wear on the dryer. I can't do it where i live now but i used to. If your really want to do something old-fashioned for the aesthetic, a line of nicely hung clothes is lovely. (You can pop them in the dryer for 5 minutes to get rid of crunchiness, esp on towels)

I would be hypocritical if i said wash stuff less. I don't, because something in my head says it's gross. i want my clothes clean and i won't rewear stuff after 8 hours of wear unless its an emergency or a polyester skirt. however, you can hang and air stuff for longer wear. just don't do it for stuff directly touching your junk and pits and feets. wash that.

...also fast fashion is not purposefully trying to get your clothes dingy to make you buy more. the other problems with it vastly outstrip those and that was the one part of the post that genuinely bothered me. why invent a problem when you already are dealing with another separate problem (people don't know how to do laundry effectively and rely on info from commercials, and also there's a lot of hard water in most places.)

finally: research this stuff on like at least one reputable news/interest site. they're gonna write articles about every trend some tiktokker popularizes, that's good clickbait right there.

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steele-soulmate · 5 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 523, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1158

I woke up the next morning to find that the Ratajczyk bedbugs had come in at some point to infest the bed. Peter was spooning me in his chest, his face squished into the back of my neck as he breathed easily, his arms wrapped around me, snugging me in tightly to him with a hand pressed to my heavily popped out tummy. Elizabeth and Katie both flanked Baby Tommy, the three kids with their respective dolls- Elle, Jing and Baby Tommy’s little unnamed dollie friend- sprawled all about the bed. Mittens and Primrose were sleeping, the motherly cat against the triplets and Primrose tucked in next to Baby Tommy with her little skunklet nose tucked underneath her tail.

I smiled at the open door policy that my husband and I had in place. If the door was shut, then we weren’t to be disturbed. If the door was open, the kids could come inside and keep us company. And boy, did they take full advantage of our rule- sneaking in for early morning snuggles was the main reason, I felt.

I was currently at that stage of my pregnancy where all I wanted was to be fucked into oblivion by my husband’s thick meat, him kissing me all over my befreckled face as he waited for me to come back down again before performing a quick check in and then resuming his manly task.

Peter seemed amused by my frisky sex drive, sometime humoring me with a quickie before returning to whatever he was doing or gently turning me down in favor of tending to the kids. I found myself falling deeper and deeper in love with him as he easily divided his time between getting little girl’s nursery read for the Ratajczyk triplets, helping the girls out with their homework and giving Baby Tommy and Baby Eve skin on skin.

People were overjoyed at the family update that I posted to Instagram- a green and white onesie and the name Matthew Oliver Ratajczyk- Baby Mattie, a green and blue onesie and the name Brandon Edward Ratajczyk- Baby Teddy and a pink and white onesie and the name Josephine Rose Ratajczyk- Baby Jojo. The final picture was a picture of the ultrasound with the boys nestled around Baby Jojo.

People went nuts.

I had set up an Amazon wish list for diapers, crib pads, bottle liners and other such things, all things that we would go through like tissues and would need a healthy supply of. I felt as though people should feel like they were attributing to the family, and the wish list was quickly emptied two hours after I had announced its existence.

Peter had spent most of the next few weeks reading up on Spina Bifida babies and had also discovered a small business on Etsy that made soft bedsheets for people with stim issues and he had purchased three sets of crib sized bedsheets- one in yellow, one in white and one in green. He had washed the bedsheets in gentle unscented detergent before dressing her bed and folding the other bedsheets and setting them into the closet for now.

The babies’ cribs were hand carved with love and care, each one with a different character decorating the headboard- Pooh Bear and Piglet, Kanga and Roo and Owl and Rabbit.

He had touched up the paint on the walls and sanded down the rough spots on the furniture that had originally been for little girl. He also disassembled the crib that James and Aaron had thoughtfully purchased for our usage and had stashed it in the garage for now while he had vacuumed the rug and steam mopped the hardwood floor, bringing up at least three years of grit and grime. He tossed the plush toys into the washing machine and effortlessly restored them back to their former glory. He finished up by hanging a sign with the Ratajczyk triplets’ names onto the door, proudly identifying the Hundred Acre Woods as the babies’ shared bedroom.

I hadn’t been downstairs since Valentines Day, and due to how uncomfortable I always was, I was mostly confined to the master bedroom, happily amused by knitting, crocheting, working on my latest book, doing gentle pregnancy yoga or anything else that held my attention for more than three minutes. I trusted the kids and Peter to keep the downstairs at least presentable and tidy, and in exchange for me staying up in my tower, a regular supply of blueberries would be bought up to feed the great mommy dragon that I was.

From time to time, Isabelle would seek me out to ease her itch. I had happily pleasured her to the best of my pregnant ability, loving her willingness to engage in sweet kisses and sensual cuddles or an impromptu threesome with Peter fucking her at the foot of the bed while she ate me out.

Peter seemed to pick up on how horny I was as of lately, and loved having me ride him in cowgirl, our hands clasped lovingly together lovingly as we locked eyes with one another, shooting off higher, higher, higher-

I would always come to in the tub, warm water flowing from the facet and Peter on his knees with my washcloth in hand, smiling gently at me as he soaped me up before rinsing the soapy suds from my sweat streaked body.

“I can’t wait to meet you three,” I murmured in a soft voice one night when Peter had tugged my back flush against his chest, me having packed pillows into my front, wedging me in place. “Mommy can’t wait to meet her babies.”

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crypticfandomtrash · 1 year

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General Headcanons 1

Light is gay. His parents and sister know, but don’t want to embarrass him by saying anything. They’re very supportive! I’m tired of the “unsupportive parents” thing, especially with parents/people from an older generation. Light worries about his parents finding out (even though he does not need to). He thinks he’s in the closet, but he is not.

Light’s father is a Japanese Christian (under-represented group IMO) but has knowledge of Shintoism and Buddhism. His mother and her side of the family are Shinto except for his maternal aunt, who is a Buddhist. They set up shrines in the house. Sayu leans towards their father’s faith, but retains excitement for Shinto festivals. Light believes in the existence of a higher power, but does not belong to any faith.

L is asexual. He’s completely uninterested in sex or physical intimacy. He wouldn’t be completely against a romance, though. He has no preference.

L does believe in God and is technically Protestant, though he is not affiliated with any particular sect or church. He has a low opinion of organized religion and would rather contemplate faith/theology quietly. He knows that religion is NOT the same thing as faith. I’m actually tired of the “smart people are atheists” trope. Some of L’s inner thoughts on Kira and God don’t seem like “non-belief” to me. But that’s just my interpretation.

Light doesn’t have any mental disorders, but he does have some traits found in several. That’s normal. Everyone does. He has a few narcissistic traits, but not the personality disorder. He’s also a perfectionist and desperate to stay virtuous (definitely shown in the manga). It’s this perfectionism and desire to be good that causes him to snap/mentally withdraw after accidentally killing the first two people. He rationalizes and tries to justify everything so he can keep thinking he’s a good boy. He would’ve have stayed a good person if he hadn’t found the notebook. He has a social life. The manga shows this better, since he actually has friends and whatnot.

L is autistic. It’s pretty obvious. I’m autistic and even share a lot of the same quirks! I recently started reading Death Note a few months ago (as of the post date) and was pleasantly surprised to see a character who acts similarly to me.

L has mild autism (most likely Asperger’s) and LIKES Watari doing everything for him, but he can obviously do things for himself. He’s brilliant but lazy, though very efficient when he does work (like me).

L’s main stims are biting his fingers (not the nails since his nails always look perfect), wiggling/shifting his feet, hand flapping (only when alone or with Watari), and sitting the way he does (pressure/balance stim). He also has several minor stims, like shaking his leg(s).

L has sensory issues with touch. It’s also a control thing. He likes being in control and people touching him is a loss of control. He’d prefer to initiate any touches. He also has sensitive hearing, though his issues with it have improved since childhood. Now he uses his very sharp hearing to solve cases better.

He also has excellent vision and observational skills. This is one of the many reasons why he’s the best detective in the world.

L does not like certain textures or fabrics, which is why he prefers simple clothes. He will wear other things if he has to, though.

L also likes and dislikes certain scents. He’s bothered by Light’s intense colognes, but likes the smell of laundry detergent and other fresh scents. Mint, lavender, strawberry, vanilla, patchouli, and chocolate are scents he enjoys.

L purposely keeps his hair messy, even arranging it that way. He cares very little for most social norms. He’s an autistic man who just does what he wants! He also does it to get people to lower their guards and underestimate him.

In terms of Lawlight shipping, I do ship it but I can also see platonic or no relationship at all. For shipping, Light would fall first. L remains distant and thinks very negatively of Light for a while (confirmed by How to Read). It would take L quite some time to actually have feelings for his enemy. I love slowburn.

Light’s main celebrity crush is Hideki Ryuga (the real one).

Light is lactose intolerant, though he does power through it for milk and sometimes ice cream.

In contrast, L is not lactose intolerant. He loves milk and drinks a ton of it.

Edited and reposted entirely after reading some analysis posts from mikami and casuistor and agreeing with them to varying degrees. If you haven’t, check these two out!

#death note #repost #reupload #light yagami #l lawliet #death note headcanons #my headcanons #reposted due to changes/format #autistic author projecting onto L somewhat #deal with it

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 1 year

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I have to wait for the bank to be open to call them about the wire to call the other bank about RECEIVING the wire to figure out where $60,000 has vanished off to AGAIN before anything else can happen today, and then we can get to trying to figure out where wifey's paycheck has vanished off to, and THEN we can buy detergent and doggie supplies and I can start my work day and maybe even buy my chew stim and a nice little insertable binder for process recordings.

I really just want to be able to do what I need to do this week and not worry about it, but everything apparently has to be a level 10 crisis this week.

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friendly-neighborhood-arsonist · 10 months

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Sometimes life really is about the small moments.

I have numerous mental illnesses. I'm almost always depressed and anxious and dealing with chronic pain and executive dysfunction.

But yknow what?

This morning I made myself loose leaf tea for the first time and enjoyed it with a bagel. My cat was sitting in the next chair over. It was 6am I'm the only one up. The sky outside has just started to lighten and the whole house was quiet and peaceful. I blasted some music in my headphones and just sat and stimmed while eating my bagel and drinking my tea. And it's one of the best moments from this week.

If anyone's wondering the songs it was rwby intro music s1-5, mother mother (just discovered them), cavetown and a couple misc songs

Also sidenote I can feel my tea hyperfixation returning. That loose leaf was trader Joe's earl Grey de la creme (probably spelled wrong) and it's one of the best teas I've had so far. It was rich and warm and cozy and the vanilla was a perfect addition. My favorite black tea!

Looked it up online since the bag we have is old and I stumbled onto a review page. And this BITCH had the audacity to compare the tea to the fucking tidepod challenge because it "tasted like detergent" at full strength. Like it was a bit bitter before sugar but it wasn't bad????? And with sugar it was AMAZING!!! And I had mine at full strength so idk what they were on about.

#rwby #rwby music #tea #loose leaf tea #mental health #positivity #serene #music #neurodivirgent #nd #adhd #actually adhd

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belltrigger · 2 years

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I know you already did one of these but if you're still doing the promts could I suggest "surprise" and unrequited"?

-Send me a “Surprise” and I’ll write a drabble about one character discovering something surprising about the other -Send me a “Unrequited” and I’ll write a drabble about one character longing for the other

No problem Anon! I. I have been in a mood lately. So this ended up extremely spicy. It also became long. _(:з)∠)_

"Blankship Midnight Train" is going to be my tag going forward for this level of spice or higher. Please, ah, don't click through the readmore if you are not 18 or over.

Title: A Seed of Doubt Word count: 5,497

When they had first moved into their apartment, they spent a good deal of time together carefully selecting both shared and personal furniture. Most of their living space was going to be shared, after all, so determining what was most comfortable for them both was absolutely necessary. The only place in their home that was supposed to be separate was their individual bedrooms. Emmet, for the most part, followed Ingo's lead on what furniture should go everywhere, including their rooms. As with most of their things, Ingo's room décor was mostly black with white details, and his were white with black. The only difference of note ended up being Ingo got shelving for his models, while he got bookcases for whatever he felt like. Any number of things lined his shelves: books, little stim toys, the keychain plushies of them he'd found, photos of them that he especially liked.

Although it was mostly a two-way conversation, there was one thing Ingo would not be swayed on. He insisted they both have a full-length standing mirror in their rooms. It was important, he had said, for making sure they always presented with propriety and professionalism - you had to make sure you were dressed perfectly from top of your head to the tips of your toes. Even when they were dressed in casual clothes, just going out as themselves, not Subway Masters, it was essential to make sure they looked just right.

Ingo had always been the more fastidious of them. Although he understood the usefulness of the mirror, and wanted to maintain the crispness of their appearance, Ingo wasn't here now. He almost removed it when Ingo went missing, because he kept jumping at the sight of himself, mistaking his reflection for Ingo. His heart rate spiked in excitement every time, and it had become exhausting. The only thing holding him back from either getting rid of it entirely, or placing it in storage, was the fact that Ingo himself had picked it out.

Now, he was glad he hadn't removed it. He could never manage to compose himself enough to do this in Ingo's room.

Wrapped in Ingo's coat, black hat tipped down slightly to shadow his eyes, he stared at the image he made as he stood facing the mirror. Tugging on the gloves was an afterthought, but useful for what he had planned. None of the rest of the uniform was necessary, but he put it on anyway, tip to toe in Ingo's clothes.

Their Boss coats were immensely important to him, a sign of the responsibility they held. It was impossible to describe how proud he felt when he wore his, a mirror match to Ingo's. They needed to carry themselves with pride and composure whenever they wore them. As such, it was always treated with the utmost care, always layered over a fresh, well-tailored uniform.

But, this coat still smelled faintly of Ingo, and the pride was replaced with a low burning shame at how merely putting it on made him feel warm and wanting. The detergent and cologne Ingo used was the most obvious, but underneath, having stayed in Ingo's closet as a spare, it undeniably smelled like him. As if to confirm, he held the sleeves up and rubbed his face against them, taking a deep inhale. He held it in until he had to cough, holding the fabric against his mouth. After composing himself, he lowered his arms, and stepped closer to the mirror. Less than an arm's length away, he placed one hand against the mirror.

Schooling his mouth into a frown like Ingo's, he tried to keep the expression firmly on his face as he slid the fingertips of his free hand firmly down his chest. With the same face as his brother, the image in the mirror was close to what he wanted, though Ingo probably wouldn't have such a heavy blush. It was as if Ingo was appraising him. The thought alone sped his pulse, stuttered his breath. He took a deep breath, measured his thoughts, and spoke in a carefully practiced and near-perfect mimicry of his brother's voice.

"Look at you." Staring at his mouth, Ingo's mouth, added to the illusion created by the voice. "Barely touched by your brother and yet, you're already so excited." Ingo would whisper the last word into his ear, make a shiver run through him. Maybe he would chuckle next, amused at how weak Emmet already was at just a few words. "Do you think about this even when we're at work? Do you daydream of me bending you over one of the seats?"

"Y-yeah," he said in his own voice. Just for Ingo, he would put a little whine into it, let his big brother hear the eagerness in his voice. Admitting that he thought about this at work too was absolutely-

"Filthy." Chastising, Ingo would put a little more pressure into his touch, punish him for having such thoughts. "Not an ounce of shame in you." Still, there was a tone of fondness in his voice, because he was still Ingo's precious baby brother. Ingo, carefully watching his expression in the mirror, avoided anywhere that was too sensitive, veering the moment his breath caught. "My precious brother, you're so sensitive. Have you been waiting for this?"

Lifting his hand away from the mirror, arm wrapped around his own waist as if Ingo had pulled him back, he straightened up. Ingo would wait, just a moment, so he could appreciate the anticipation vibrating through him. He would wait just long enough for soft, needy complaints to start slipping out. After all, he needed confirmation on just how impatient Emmet had been. The hand previously on the mirror came up to caress softly at his chin before sliding one finger up to brush across his lips.

At just the slightest insistence from the gloved digit, he opened his mouth, allowing it to slip in. His eyes fluttered half closed but kept his gaze riveted on the mirror as he closed his lips around Ingo's finger, greedily sucking it into his mouth. He would be so good for his brother, show just how enthusiastically he would do anything he wished. The feeling of the fabric on his tongue was unpleasant, but if Ingo wanted it, he would swirl it around and around, forever if necessary.

Pulling the fingers out suddenly, Ingo's voice was edging on breathless. "Are you that desperate for a part of me in your mouth?" His own whine got caught in the question, and he focused harder on Ingo's frown in the mirror to keep his brother's voice coming out of his mouth. "When did my innocent little brother become so wanton? Are you like this for everyone?" The hand that had held onto his waist slid inward, to play with the zipper of the black slacks. It lingered, with just enough pressure that he had to confirm it was even there in the mirror. Once Ingo noticed his eyes were on it, the pressure increased. "Or just for your twin? Do you like your own face so much?"

Desperate, his own voice argued against it. "n-No! To all of it!" But the hand was insistent, reaching inside the now opened pants. His hips bucked reflexively at the touch, and he shuddered out a light moan. The urge to bite the glove of his free hand to muffle his cries was ignored; it would have blocked his mouth, Ingo's mouth, and it wasn't as though anyone else would hear. No one else was around to judge him.

He coughed again, throat itching, but pushed through it. Swallowing, and clearing his throat, he forced his brother's voice out again. "What would your fans think if they heard you talk like this? Unless they already have." He began to stroke, squeezing as he emphasized the last words. "Can you even carry yourself properly anymore? Do you debase yourself for challengers who defeat you, now?"

"I wouldn't. Not for anyone else."

"Hard to believe."

Overwhelmed, he leaned forward, hat falling away as his forehead pressed against the mirror. He struggled for words, something to convince the Ingo that wasn't even here of his feelings. Huffing, trying to force through the doubt, he began to move his hand again, bringing his eyes up to the mirror. "Nii-san... Ingo... I love you. Only you. No one else." He bit his lip to stop the pants that punctuated each word. He was getting close.

"No one else? What has possessed you to think I would even entertain such a thing?" His entire body winced as if struck, and tears prickled at his eyes. Both hands released their contact on his body, as if Ingo had harshly pulled away. Anguish gripped his chest and his lungs burned. He doubled over, coughing, hands suddenly full of purple tinged white petals, blood droplets spattered across the flowers. His eyes widened, and the pain of falling to his knees was dulled by the clawing sharpness of long stems winding up his throat

As he choked out more petals, he pulled in on himself, the length of the black coat spread around him. His eyes burned almost as much as his throat, and he whimpered Ingo's name in between sobs. Dropping his forehead to the floor, his vision watery with tears, all he could see were the blurred shapes of petals everywhere.

-----

The flowers overwhelmed him whenever he thought too deeply about his feelings for Ingo, almost as if a punishment for his taboo feelings towards his twin. The first time it had happened, he'd ignored it, thought it only an extremely vivid and unsettling dream. Even cleaning up the mess of petals and spittle, he convinced himself it was just a hallucination, a side effect of his despair at losing his brother.

When it happened again, in front of the mirror, it had scared him enough to actually admit it happened. The reasonable part of his mind knew he had to find out what was happening to him, or else he wouldn't be able to find Ingo. During any time he had that wasn't allotted to work or hygiene, he would switch between following leads for his brother's disappearance and searching for info on his strange new condition.

There were surprisingly few sources of information on it. It would have been helpful if he could find anything explaining what the disease was, but everything was written as though it was a well-known and understood phenomenon. One of the few botany entries he found mentioned having to identify the flowers so you could translate their meaning. It was possible, the texts said, that someone could have "Hanahaki disease" without realizing why. Unfortunately, flora that was not also a Pokémon was outside of his expertise.

Flowers came from the ground. Clay knew ground pokémon. Using this logic, he went to the gym leader that Ingo often spoke with. Their discussions were boring, so Emmet barely listened in, but he knew Clay was verrrry knowledgeable. Ingo trusted him. So Emmet would too. He took the most identifiable flowers, even if they were a bit messy. It was simple enough to explain away that one of his pokémon had gotten sick from it.

When he met up with the gym leader, Clay had tipped his hat while saying something about how dedicated he was for still looking for Ingo, despite the odds. People always brought it up to him, but they were twins - would others not bend themselves in half backwards for their own siblings? Since Clay was Ingo's friend, he just sort of hummed pleasantly as an answer. The gym leader seemed to catch on, and continued with the conversation as if it were a normal day, even if Clay was used to them both being there.

Turned out that Clay did not know flowers, which surprised him, but Clay did know someone. Together, the spoke through Clay's X-transceiver, and Emmet found the plants to be Phalaenopsis orchids. Instead of asking if the expert knew about flower meanings, because he couldn't take the chance on revealing his feelings, he asked for their contact in case he had future questions. For his Pokémon. Because he was a responsible trainer.

As he left, Clay wished him well, and let him know that they were always welcome to visit. He wouldn't, not until he found Ingo, but it was a nice gesture anyway. He said he would.

Armed with the knowledge, he began to look up flower meanings with the hope that would give some context to the disease that had flowers blooming from inside his throat. The plan to stay up all night for information was thwarted when he stumbled on his first result for the flower: "Brother love."

Guilt and fear shot a bolt of ice down his spine as surely as a vanillite attack when he read those words. He choked slightly, the scratch of a stem nagging at the back of his throat; he could feel buds beginning to form. Shakily, doing his best to ignore it, he scrolled through more meanings. Every other entry was so innocent, full of things like "respect" and "purity," but his mind kept circling around how the flowers really were a punishment.

He dressed as Ingo again that night, debasing himself in front of the mirror, covered in tears and petals.

-----

It had been about a year and a half since he first coughed up flowers, and about two years since Ingo had disappeared without a trace. People told him plainly to move on past his grief and to give up on finding his twin again. That Ingo must certainly be dead or not wanting to be found.

Despite the guilt that the latter possibility evoked, he never gave up hope. However, wearing Ingo's uniform had moved from their apartment to the public eye. He didn't do it everyday, just when he was feeling particularly lonely. Seeing himself in Ingo's uniform in the various shiny surfaces of the Station helped sometimes. Other times, he would whisper under his breath in Ingo's voice, chastising himself for pausing just an extra moment to stare at the movement of his hips in the black coat.

His coughing had gotten worse, but he hid the worst of his symptoms by carrying around a pocket handkerchief. Petals would accompany the shame he felt, but he stuffed them away in a pocket for when he could dispose of them discreetly. The depot agents were quick to forgive his coughing fits, blaming it on pushing himself too hard for too long. A few times, Cloud would defy his authority and send him home.

He would have been verrrry angry with him if he didn't then spend a week in bed every time Cloud refused to let him work. Relying entirely on their pokémon felt wrong, but Garbador dutifully removed the petals and anything else that came with them. Archeops and Excadrill brought him food that he didn't have to cook to regain energy that the petals drained from him. Gavantula kept him warm when he shivered in his sleep. But it was one such day that he got a call on his X-transceiver to tell him Ingo had been found.

Jolting up in bed so hard that he fell out onto the floor, he'd furiously gotten dressed in casual clothes and then run almost the entire way to the station. His brother, his twin, the man he felt empty without had simply reappeared in the tunnels during a routine safety audit. Ramses had warned him that Ingo looked 'rough', and recognized no one, not even Cloud. It only made him run harder, despite his body's protests.

Once he laid eyes on his brother, for it was most definitely his brother even with all the changes he couldn't even begin to register, his legs gave out. Having collapsed to his knees, Ingo had to close the distance, hands hovering over him in hesitation. Ingo looked over him, torn between keeping his distance and touching. The hesitation dissipated when he lifted his arms weakly, Ingo falling to his knees to hug him back.

In the month since then, just how much Ingo had lost came to light. Most of their life together had vanished, but Ingo was optimistic about regaining it by spending time with him. He nearly cried when Ingo smiled at him, reaching out to cover his hand with one of his own. Ingo's wonderful, desperately missed smile slipped when he began to furiously cough, desperately trying to hide the buds that fell into his hand.

Insisting he needed rest, Ingo had determined he needed to take time off from work. Far be it for him to refuse his older brother; more than anything, he wanted Ingo to be happy with him, proud of him, and confident that he would do anything for him. Although he wished they could spend time as if nothing had happened, it wasn't bad having Ingo take care of him.

Over and over it repeated. Hiding the hanahaki symptoms went smoothly for a few months, and then he would be bedridden again. Ingo, who had gained much of his memories back, began to press him on what he knew of the sickness. His brother had given him a very stern, quite unimpressed frown when he said it was just something like to seasonal allergies. It was different from the one he had been giving himself for two years. There was still fondness in it, like how it used to be.

"Emmet," Ingo had said, at the tail end of his week long bedrest, removing the tray his lunch had been on. "Are you sure you do not wish to go to the doctor? Surely, we could find out the cause and save you from having to spend a week in bed so often." Setting the tray to the side when he shook his head, Ingo sat in the chair he'd been keeping by the bedside. His twin recounted the few times he'd checked on him in the middle of the night to find him feverish and murmuring as if suffering a nightmare. Keeping the chair there would allow him to watch over his younger brother through the night should he need to.

Trying to hide his fear, he asked Ingo if his brother had found anything unexpected when he checked on him then. Ingo had just given him a confused look, which he waved off with a laugh and some half-hearted excuse that he didn't even remember.

"It's only exhaustion," he said, even though lying to Ingo was a betrayal of its own. The entirety of the situation couldn't be revealed; it was already hard enough hiding his feelings. "I just have to take better care of myself!" Ingo looked unconvinced, but where usually he would let the topic drop, he just looked more determined.

"I do not believe it to be 'only' exhaustion, Emmet."

A nervous chuckle had escaped his mouth before he could stop it, and he gripped the blanket of his bed. "What else could it be?" Ingo watched him quietly for a moment, before reaching into his pocket. Producing a small, purple flower bud, he held it out in his palm to Emmet. Flicking his eyes up from Ingo's hand, a sweat broke across his forehead as tried to come up with a response, feeling pinned by Ingo's gaze. "W... What's that?"

Ingo's brows furrowed, and he held the bud up, inspecting it against the light on the ceiling. "It would appear to be a flower bud." Lowering it and looking to Emmet once more, his expression had softened into sympathy. "I found it on your sheets the last night I checked on you."

Mind racing, he was distracted by an awareness settling in Ingo's eyes. Surely, he could find some way to feign ignorance, or an excuse for why such a thing would be there. If only they had a grass pokemon with such flowers. "I. don't know. where that. came from." The words tangled in his throat and he bent forward, coughs rattling through the petals that suddenly littered his bed.

Ingo had jumped up to place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing in small circles to soothe the spasms wracking his muscles. "Hanahaki." He sat up so fast that his head almost knocked into Ingo's jaw. At the fear in his eyes, Ingo gave him a reassuring look. "It's not fatal, but why have you let yourself suffer this way?"

"What?"

His twin continued to rub his back, reaching for a napkin from the tray. Accepting it gratefully, he wiped at his mouth. There was no point to try and hide the flowers now. "Who is it?" The question went in one ear and out the other, and he tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Who would possibly not return your love for them?" Ingo rolled the bud between his fingers, staring at it in disapproval, as though the flower would speak the answer to his question.

He must have died. That was the only explanation for this. One of the worse coughing fits had torn his throat to shreds, and he had died from blood loss. There was no other way that he could have his brother back, asking him who he loved as if it were the most innocent question in the world. "What do you mean?" he asked feebly.

Another revelation played on Ingo's face. "Have you struggled with this all this time without knowing how it comes about?" He shrugged, because although he knew exactly why he was being punished, it was not something he could change. He would not stop loving his twin just because of a punishment. Ingo meant too much to him. It was painful to think this punishment might force Ingo to take care of him, but he would make it up to him somehow.

Ingo sighed, and brushed back some of his bangs. He swallowed painfully against the leaves that tickled the roof of his mouth. "Oh Emmet." Fingers continued to caress through his hair, touch soft, gentle. A flashback to the few times he had pulled his own hair with Ingo's voice as a companion pinged his senses, and he jolted at Ingo's touch.

"I'm sorry." His voice wobbled, and he dropped his chin to his chest, vision starting to blur. Ingo's hand didn't leave his hair, a comforting weight that just made the urge to cry worse.

"For what?" his brother soothed, trying to calm him. "It is not your fault. Have you tried to tell them? It would surely relieve your symptoms, if not cure it." He shook his head vigorously, and Ingo moved in closer, voice low and soft.

"I can't." He wasn't sure why admitting to it would change anything. Ingo spoke like he knew what was consuming him, but his tone was so loving, so accepting. If he actually knew, he would never speak this way.

"Would you tell me? Perhaps I can rally your courage to speak to them." He felt as though they were having two different conversations, like they both had information they weren't sharing. But his hidden information was so much more destructive than anything Ingo could have been hiding.

At the same time, he was being so kind, asking him as if it was something that could be fixed. "You'll hate me." His voice was so small, so pathetic, so unlike what a Subway Master should be like. But all the same, Ingo wrapped his arms around him and hugged him so tightly.

"I could never. The very idea is simply ludicrous. You are my precious brother, whom I was separated from for too long. There is nothing in this world that could make me hate you." With his face tucked into Ingo's chest, he felt his mouth fill with petals, but he forced them back down. It halted his sob even as he pulled back. "Emmet, please tell me."

Rubbing at the tears in his eye with the heel of his hand, he gripped his blanket so tightly with his other hand that his knuckles turned white. He wanted desperately to believe his brother, that admitting to it would remove the symptoms, that he could never hate him. There was no reason to not believe what Ingo said was true. Gaze averted, mouth cleared of petals, he thought maybe he could actually admit to it. If it went badly, then at least Ingo wouldn't have to worry about him anymore, wouldn't have to stay up late to care about him.

Gripping the hair over his ear with the hand that had just rubbed at his eye, he didn't look at his twin. "... I love you." When silence greeted him, he couldn't bear to lift his head, but it was like a dam had been broken. "You're so important to me! You deserve so much. I deserve to be punished--" He couldn't finish, having been tugged back into Ingo's arms. Distantly, he thought about how strong Ingo's arms had become while he was gone. It flustered him almost as much as the close proximity.

Ingo's voice was choked up, a whisper in his ear. "Foolish." His heart dropped, but was quickly scooped out of freefall as Ingo kept talking. "How could you believe I wouldn't reciprocate your feelings." It wasn't a question, not demanding an answer. It was if Ingo thought himself guilty of something. He felt faint, sagging in Ingo's arms, held up solely by Ingo's strength. He must have been dreaming.

"But-"

"Were you suffering all this time, wanting to tell me?" Ingo finally released his hold, only to take his face in his hands. Brushing away the tears that were falling with his thumbs, Ingo leaned in to press a kiss against his forehead. His twin's mouth moved to press more kisses along his face, one at the corner of each eye, one to the tip of his nose. "May I kiss you?" he said, close enough that he could feel Ingo's breath on his lips.

Still reeling, he laughed wetly. "Haven't you already been?" Affection warmed Ingo's eyes, and he shrugged with a little smile as if unrepentant. But it seemed his older brother was intent on getting his answer, because he just watched him attentively. "Yeah, you can." And their lips met, relief washing over him, and his lungs feeling truly clear for the first time in years.

----

"So, you have a thing for mirrors, hm?"

Ingo's breath was right at his ear as he stood behind him, chin resting on his shoulder. Heat burned his face red, but he nodded, locking eyes with the reflection of his brother. A warm chuckle into his neck was followed by a nuzzle, and he leaned back into Ingo's chest.

"Look at you." His twin's voice was breathless, admiring. Arms slid around his hips from behind, holding him tightly. It was superior to his fantasies in every way. The weight of arms around him couldn't be replicated by his own, the pleasant rumble of Ingo speaking against his back an unexpected sensation never appreciated in his daydreams. "I suppose I can't complain. I can touch you everywhere and still truly enjoy your expressions."

To demonstrate, he released Emmet's hips with one arm, sliding a hand up to tweak at a nipple through the dress shirt. Gasping and instinctively pressing back, he was rewarded with a pleased murmur from his older twin. He couldn't admit to Ingo that he'd been wearing his coat when doing this, but what could be pulled out of him was an urge for them both to be in their own uniforms. Ingo had not questioned it, almost as if he'd been just as eager.

"So excited. I've barely touched you, and yet you're practically thrumming with energy," Ingo said, hand drifting to give his other nipple similar treatment. He could never truly mimic Ingo, this tone causing him to melt under his ministrations. What he could do, however, is buck his hips back against his big brother, pulling a moan from him. "Cheeky."

"Can't let you have all the fun." Ingo nipped at his ear in response to the smile that spread on his face, and pulled his hips back to grind against them. Any further teasing got stuck in his throat, coming out instead as a whimper. "Ah, Nii-san!" The response must have quite appreciated, because Ingo did it again to earn another huffed out 'ah!'

"Are you watching yourself? You're making the cutest face." He didn't know about cute, but his face was definitely radiating heat. The hand that had played with his chest gently turned his face back to the mirror, causing him to blush harder. Rolling his hips against him from behind, Ingo seemed truly excited to watch him squirm. "My precious baby brother. Don't ever show these faces to anyone but me."

Overwhelmed with the urge to be good, he wriggled his hips against Ingo. "Never! Just you!" The end of 'you' kicked up in tone as Ingo's free hand finally cupped the bulge in his pants. He had trouble standing straight, leaning forward and catching himself on the mirror. Shifting his hands lower so as to not block too much of their reflections, he relied on Ingo's hands to keep him steady from the other side.

"Good boy." Ingo's voice was deeper than he'd ever heard it before, offering the praise he'd never allowed himself before. Shivers ran wild across his nerves. "You've done so well, keeping everything together as you waited for me. I'm so proud of you." It felt so much better than whatever he'd been convincing himself Ingo would say to him. He whined his excitement, Ingo's hand keeping his face towards the mirror. Ingo's eyes in the mirror narrowed, pleased, drawing another round of eager sounds.

"N-Nii-san-!" It was getting harder to talk, no longer due to flowers choking him, but because everywhere Ingo touched and every word he said sparked along his entire being.

"Ah, perhaps I should stop teasing you, hm?" The sound of the front of his slacks being opened almost pulled his eyes from the mirror, but he wanted to be a good boy. He kept his gaze firm, sliding his eyes down to take in the view of Ingo's gloved hand tugging him free from his pants.

Vibrating in excitement, he bucked into Ingo's hand, letting out a soft, begging "Please."

Ingo nuzzled at the side of his neck, giving him a little nip. "What a good sound." Ingo being happy with him was more euphoric than any touch, but Ingo was not about to be outdone by his own voice. Long, firm strokes mixed in with teases at his tip, and he wondered if Ingo was touching him the way he would touch himself. Were they so identical that they both felt good the same way? His twin was clearly applying some sort of prior experience, and the idea of Ingo touching himself to thoughts of him caused his hips to stutter, release painting the mirror.

He sagged in Ingo's arms, but stubbornly kept his hands against the mirror. Brain fuzzy from pleasure, he smiled at Ingo's reflection. "Nii-san 🤍" Pressing kisses to his neck, Ingo released him long enough to turn him around, back now against the mirror. Closing the distance, Ingo kissed him deeply, and he wrapped his arms tightly around his older brother. Moaning into the kiss, he felt Ingo's own excitement nudge against his groin. He broke the kiss with a deep breath, Ingo sucking in his lower lip as if trying to stop him from pulling back.

"Are you tired already?" Asked against his lips, he could feel Ingo's teasing smile without seeing it. Hands grabbed at his ass, making sure he couldn't move away as Ingo rolled his hips against him.

"I couldn't call myself your brother if that was all it took."

"Mm, quite right. What do you say we have a bit of a stamina challenge?" He's not sure why he never imagined Ingo to be competitive in the bedroom. It was an absolute oversight on his part, and he chastised his younger self for having ever doubted his amazing brother. They were perfect rivals throughout their entire lives; it only made sense.

But. "I'm gonna wear you out, old man." An obviously fake gasp as Ingo leaned back just slightly, ready to insist he was only a few years older now, hardly an old man, but he didn't get a chance to say a single word. Emmet sealed his promise with a kiss, intent to pull Ingo's breath out of him the way he had been doing to him. He'd see just what sounds Ingo could make for him.

Maybe, next time, he'd make Ingo wear his coat in front of the mirror.

#blankshipping #blankshipping prompt fic #anon ask #hanahaki disease #Blankship after dark #Blankship Midnight Train #degredation kink #unrequited! ... except not at all. I'm sorry I can't seem to write true unrequited oTL #solo mirror #Bell Fic

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#stim #stims #stimming #pouring #soap #crushing #powder #washing powder #detergent #blue #green #silver #mine

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Could you do headcanons about the brothers with an autistic MC? I love reading headcanons people make about it as an autistic person myself ;v;

Please note that because autism can vary from person to person, I mostly went with sensory overload. Please correct me if anything seems wrong!

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None of the brothers are too familiar with modern humans. They know Solomon, yes. But Solomon is...well, Solomon. He's not a good example of human behavior. So whatever MC does, they just think the model for people. They quickly adjust.

Lucifer

Will make sure MC has everything that they need to help them better succeed at RAD - doesn't matter the cost, just let him know.

Learns quickly to say exactly what he is needing and works to leave no room for any miscommunication to them on his part. Tries to make sure MC understand what he's saying and how he can better communicate.

Tries to make sure his brothers don't get too loud if sound can cause a sensory overload.

Mammon

His tsundere side is probably not great, especially if MC takes everything he says seriously.

If he realizes what he says actually hurts MC, he'll do his best to drop the tsundere act and try to express what he's feeling. It's difficult, because he feels like he's being far too open and vulnerable. But if it's for them, that's fine.

He's probably do well with anything MC uses to help get through a world set up for neurotypicals and may steal some of their things from time to time when he starts to get overwhelmed.

Leviathan

He has the best noise cancelling headphones that are pretty comfortable on his head.

He'll buy MC a matching pair that they can wear whenever they want.

Levi likes his bathtub, it's a good place to unwind. However, when he's laying in it one night, he starts to realize just how LOUD his room is - he has computer fans going, the lights make a light buzz, Henry's tank, how did he not notice this until now?!

He'll start noticing noises everywhere and start wearing his own headphones more often.

Satan

He'll do research on what it's like being autistic and do his best to make HoL better for MC.

And while doing research is great, he wants to hear from MC directly on what would help them the most.

He can be a bit sarcastic, so he does have to catch himself and rephrase things from time to time.

Does clean up his room a bit, his room can be a bit overwhelming.

Asmodeus

He uses a lot of perfumes, but if he learns that scents can overwhelm MC, he'll do his best to learn exactly how much perfume he can use, which ones are good to use, and which ones he needs to avoid using.

He can also be a bit touchy and if he notices that MC's uncomfortable with him touching them he'll back off until they initiate it.

He'll get some cool stimming accessories for them that are totally cute and will match whatever outfits they're wearing.

He also helps MC shop for clothes that have textures that are a bit more bearable.

Beelzebub

Beel is very blunt and says exactly what he's thinking, so him not communicating well will probably not happen too often.

He will work help MC figure out what Devildom foods match their personal tastes and texture preferences. If MC describes what they're able to eat, he's able to find food pretty easily.

He'll try not to eat all of the foods that MC eats and saves them for last. That way, there will hopefully still be things left for MC.

He'll remind his brothers when they cook for them to make something for MC.

Belphegor

Belphie's probably the one that is most affected by how clothes are washed. Is the laundry detergent too strong smelling? Does it leave a weird texture on the clothes or blankets?

He'll make sure there's good laundry detergent for MC's preferences.

Belphie's also one of the hardest characters to know exactly what he's thinking, so he has to work very hard to say what is on his mind.

He usually has to apologize the most to MC when he messes up.