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Hello again! (I'm the one who asked about requests) might I suggest... autistic sides/side hopping in crunchy leaves for sound stim + happy flapping arms? It's so fun, I love the crunchy noise
Falling Leaves
Summary: Patton adored the fall.
Not for the cooler weather or the variety of pumpkin-spiced food items—though he liked those things too. No, Patton adored the fall for all the leaves that came with it, leaping and bouncing from crunch to crunch, boots hitting the pavement and bringing a smile to his face.
Logan learns to understand this.
Pairing: Platonic Logicality
A/N: Lucky for you, I adored this prompt and started writing it pretty much as soon as I saw it. It’s probably the most fun I’ve had writing a fic in quite a long time, even if it’s not particularly complex or emotional. So here! I hope you enjoy!
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Patton hopped across the sidewalk outside their house, jumping from one leaf to the next and delighting at the sounds they produced. Some were wet and disappointing, smushing under his boots and leaving an absence in his chest but some—some—made that wonderful…
“Crunch.”
Patton echoed the word aloud as another leaf was flattened beneath his shoes, unable to stop the giggle that erupted from his chest. It felt childish but, at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to care—people were always gonna judge him for one thing or another, might as well have fun with it.
“Crunch, crunch,” Patton echoed again, stepping on two different leaves in quick succession. Unfortunately, one did not make the lovely noise he had expected and he frowned for a moment, searching around for one that would.
“Patton, what are you doing out here?”
Glancing up from the ground, Patton saw Logan approaching him, groceries in hand from his trip to the shops. Patton gave him a big grin and watched Logan nod his head in acknowledgement—not really one for exaggerated expressions.
“I’m crunching the leaves!” Patton explained, eyes still distractedly scanning the ground for any that he might have missed, “They make this really cool sound when you step on ‘em and it’s-”
The rest of that sentence was simply Patton flapping his hands happily but he was sure Logan was familiar enough with that stim to understand exactly what he was trying to convey.
Logan simply hummed his reply, seemingly satisfied with the explanation, before turning to head into the house and leaving Patton to his crunching.
It was only a few minutes before Patton found himself mostly out of fresh leaves. Autumn had only really just begun and Patton had possibly jumped the gun in his leaf excursion but in his defence, he had been really excited. Now though, Patton headed inside, knowing that the cold seeping into his exposed arms and legs had demanded it far before he’d decided it was worth it to listen.
Logan wandered into the hall at the sound of the door closing, just catching Patton’s sigh as he rubbed at his arms, trying to warm up a bit.
“Why did you return so quickly? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”
He had a feeling Logan only really knew that because Patton had told him as such. The reasoning behind it was irrelevant anyway, he was just happily surprised that Logan even cared enough to ask.
“I’m out of leaves,” Patton stated plainly.
“Out of leaves? What do you mean? There’s an infinitesimal amount of leaves in Flo-”
“Lo, I don’t think that word means what you think it means.”
Logan blinked for a moment. “…Well, regardless, I think it’s near impossible for you to run out of leaves”
“I mean, around the area, at least. I’m sure there’s some elsewhere but we’re not elsewhere, are we?”
Patton tried not to be too overtly disappointed by his statement, knowing that though Logan may not be the most intuitive of the four of them, he was almost certainly scanning Patton for any irregularity in his body language.
“We could be…” Logan said thoughtfully.
A confused sound drew from Patton’s throat but no one was there to hear it as Logan had already ascended the stairs out of Patton’s line of sight.
Almost immediately, Patton picked up a stim toy from the kitchen table, fiddling with it absentmindedly and wondering if Logan had any real plans to return.
He had a tendency to do things like that, wandering off, poorly estimating the amount of time his task will take and returning several hours later as if he expected the person he left to still be there. Or sometimes he would want the person to follow but wouldn’t clearly instruct it, resulting in him turning around to say something and finding only empty space.
Just as Patton was about to head up to see if he was needed, Logan finally came back into view, several coats and scarves piled in his hands. Carefully, he passed one to Patton who opened it up to find his favourite winter coat—light blue with little white pawprints on it and fur around the hood.
“Would you like to go for a walk with me?” Logan asked as Patton looked up at him questioningly, “We can find more leaves on the way.”
The grin Patton gave him was blinding. “I think I’d like that.”
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He flapped his hands absently as Logan locked the door behind the two of them, anticipating all the fun stimming to come.
Stepping on leaves was such a seasonal thing, giving him only a small window to be able to enjoy it, and Patton was delighted at the chance to wring as much pleasure out of it as he could.
There was quiet as they walked, occasionally interspersed with excited giggles or a muttered “crunch” from Patton. Logan didn’t seem to be paying Patton too much mind but sometimes when Patton flapped particularly hard he caught Logan drumming his fingers against his thigh quickly—a stim of his own—so he knew he was being granted at least some of Logan’s attention.
Logan spoke up as they turned a corner, hearing Patton make an awed noise at the number of leaves he could see.
“What is… the appeal… of this exactly?” Logan’s voice was careful, not judging but mostly curious—exactly what Patton would have expected from him.
Patton hummed for a second as he thought, stepping on a nearby leaf.
“Well… part of it is trying to figure out which leaves are gonna make the sounds you want. I think that’s the bit that’d appeal to you, anyway. You gotta look at the leaf very carefully—” he interrupted himself with a short hop, smiling at the crunch that resulted—“so you know which one’s the right kind of leaf!”
“And what are the criteria for the… right kind of leaf?” Logan asked, eying the ground with a kind of suspicion that Patton had to try not to giggle at.
“I can’t tell you, Lo, that’d take all the fun out of it!”
Logan furrowed his brow for a moment, screwing up his mouth before taking a step forward onto one of the leaves in their path. Patton watched his shoulders drop at the way it was smushed into the concrete but rather than becoming discouraged Logan scanned the ground again, taking another step forward.
This time, as Logan’s boot descended upon the leaf, Patton heard a—“Crunch.”—Patton’s word quietly mirroring the sound Logan had created.
He glanced briefly at Logan, seeing the corners of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly, his hand moving to tap quickly against his leg again. Thankfully, Logan didn’t return the look, eyes focused firmly on the ground where more leaves could be found.
With a quick scan of the walkway, Patton bounded forward a rather large distance, landing on another leaf and grinning as he was successful yet again.
“Crunch.”
He turned his grin on Logan, watching him step on every leaf before him until finally reaching one of the right ones.
“Crunch,” Logan replied softly and Patton beamed in response.
Their walk, while fairly quiet before, was now filled with twice as many quiet crunches—both from the leaves underfoot and the mouths of the two walking.
Patton was happy flapping twice as much too, ecstatic to be sharing in this experience with someone else for the first time since his childhood. He had been a bit worried that Logan wouldn’t enjoy it or would think it was too silly—as opposed to Patton, Logan had issues surrounding not being taken seriously—but he was so very glad to be proven wrong.
And as they arrived back at the house, Logan saying goodbye with a nod and a small smile that hadn’t been present before, Patton made a mental note to ask Logan out for a walk again before fall was over.
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Autistic!john and aide!crystal going to the beach and having the time of their lives?
They go on the hottest day of summer so hopefully the water is warm enough to actually swim in.
Crystal is in normal beach gear, but John...he’s sure wearing something. He has on goggles because if saltwater or sand touches his eye, he is going home. He has on big ass rainboots because sand in general feels like hell and if his feet touch that blistering sand...he is going home. He has on a long sleeve shirt because sunburns aren’t cool when you are as pale as Edward Cullen. And then regular swimming shorts.
They set up their umbrella, chairs and towels onto a shady area and with that, John is gone, Crystal running after him. John loves water!!! Not showers though. But pools and lakes and the ocean? Great. He can’t swim for shit though so Crystal absolutely has to watch him and make sure he doesn’t get dragged off by the tide. He refuses to use floaties so they compromised on a life jacket.
John’s bobbing in the water, splashing and screaming and Crystal’s floating and paddling around him, getting dowsed in water every so often. There’s lots of flapping and chittering and some beach goers are giving John a weird stare but he doesn’t care so neither does Crystal.
They eventually go back on land for lunch, John immediately putting on his boots. They have chips, soda and sandwiches but John can barely eat because he’s stimming with the water dripping from his hair.
“Oy, John! We worked so hard on these sandwiches. Eat it before it goes soggy!” Crystal says, shoving John’s sandwich closer to him.
“Drip, drip, drip,” John signs.
“Fine. I’ll eat it then,” Crystal says. John shrieks and practically shoves the whole sandwich into his mouth. Crystal snorts.
After a little sunbathing, they’re back in the water, this time, John just laying on his back, letting Crystal drag him around, riding the waves.
They do end up going home rather early when John’s nose and cheeks start getting red. His skin just does not like the sun very much. Which is fine by John. The beach is a very chaotic place. He couldn’t tolerate much more of it anyways.
Once they get home and cleaned off, they’re still warm to the touch. John has an early dinner and sleeps right till the morning. It was a good day for the both of ‘em.
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I want pure headcanons of a pure character
i got some really good bee headcanons for you then anon!!!!!
- bee and gir are responsible for coloring along the walls and the floors of the home-base. her favorite color to use is yellow!!
- she is autistic and stims by bouncing her legs or rocking back and forth on her heels!
- despite water being acidic to her, bee loves her rainboots!!! she stomps around in them all the time!!!
- bee is like a little magpie and puts anything she finds that is shiny and neat into the pockets of her parka. coins, rocks, bottle caps, you name it.
- she alternates between calling zim “Zizi” or dad
- bee looks up to zim naturally as children tend to do with adults, and she likes to mimic zim’s gestures and poses and noises. she does this too when zim is calling the tallest about whatever, copying her dad’s actions and expressions.
- her name being bee came from gir shooting a beehive from his head during the process of zim creating her. zim started to scream and proceeded to throw away the hive. eventually repeating the word bee sounded just right to zim and that was perfect.
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After finishing Darksiders III, I felt the need to revamp my self-insert for the fanbase's survivor au! (My hair has grown so much since my last drawing omg)
Some fun facts:
still uses the alias "umaru"
draws satanic pentagrams as graffiti
always feverish
weapons include a wooden baseball bat, a woodcutter's axe, and a variety of kitchen knives
angry cries
hoards sharp objects to play with
lives mostly on charred demon meat
doesn't talk much
tries to growl but ends up sounding like perry the platypus
hides in garbage bins or abandoned cars
never makes eye contact
tries to look intimidating while wearing rainboots with cute owls on them
nomadic but camps at night
sorely disappointed with what demons turned out to be like
was "found" by Fury after trying to attack her by jumping down through the ceiling with a baseball bat
later tried to give Fury a piece of adamantine as an apology
scratches up the bark inside of Haven to stim, usually with knives
doesn't scream when scared; face twists up into a fearful grimace instead
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Fashion & Self Care for a Void/Nebulakin
Fashion:
You didn't specify if you wanted any gendered clothing or not, so I kept most of the fashion fairly gender neutral and then threw in a few gendered pieces. Let me know if you would like any changes!
Metal framed sunglasses
Hooded Cloak Cardigan
Black Ripped Leggings
"Nothing is Real" Graphic T-shirt
Black Canvas Watch
Galaxy Bracelet
Witchy Pins
Galaxy Chunky Tennis Shoes
"Nothing" T-shirt
Planet Necklace
Tulle Skirt
Spiral Fake Gauge Earrings
Set of Black Rings
Multi Color Rainbow Topaz Ring
Clear & Black Jelly Rainboots
Glitter Boots
Universe Print Backpack
Self Care:
Galaxy Crystal Slime - Great for keeping your hands busy, squishing when you're stressed, and stimming
Universe Projector Lamp - Amazing for meditation, helping to fall asleep, and getting into a calming mindset
Intergalactic Bath Bomb - I had to include this for you, it was just too fitting!
Secret Arts Bath Bomb - A lovely dark color to help you relax in a bath after a long day
Windproof Galaxy Umbrella - This one is unique from a lot of other self care things I've suggested! The underside of this umbrella is the side that had the design on it, so when ever you use it and look up, you'll see a galaxy. This is great to use for shade or protection from the rain. You can go on walks to clear your mind and still be close to your kin type
Star Fairy Lights (Multiple color options available!)- Help decorate your space to feel closer to your kintype
Metamorphasis Bath Bomb- Gorgeous warm scents and dark water is perfect for void kintypes
Respect Your Elders Bar Soap- Soothing to help nurish your skin
Hot & Cold Gel Theraphy Spa Eye Mask - Amazing for relaxation after a long day, to soothe tired eyes, and to help fall asleep
Nebula Bedding - Curl up to feel safe or cozy in this bedding that can help you feel more at home in your current body
Non Product Self Care:
Dream Journal- Keep track of your dreams to help improve your memory and get in touch with your kinself
Go star gazing- there's no better calming activity to help you feel more like a nebulakin than watching the stars
Get a galaxy/star themed coloring book - coloring is a great way to relieve stress and calm anxiety. There are a ton of star themed books out there that you can find in stores, as well as lots of free phone apps and color pages that you can find online
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