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emoprincey · 11 months
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[Image description: An edited version of the "All marriage is gay marriage" meme. The meme depicts two guys sitting on a sofa holding video game controllers. The dialogue has been edited to read "What's your opinion on autistic sides?" "As far as I'm concerned, all Sanders Sides is autistic". / End image description.]
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littlecloudprince · 7 months
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The Little Duke
Summary: "Love this:-)♥️ Can I please request secret regressor Remus (0-3) where no one is aware that he does it? Please and thanks 😊" Request by gamblerezra (on AO3), hope I did your request justice! And sorry it took me so long to get it out ^^'
Warnings: Mentions of accidents/bedwetting, auditorial hallucinations, a meltdown scene, brief mention of blood (very, very brief, not graphic at all), skin injury/rash
A/N: …So remember how I said I'd try to be more consistent with my writing? Well, as it turns out, writer's block and executive dysfunction disagreed! I am still updating this tho, so yeah! I promise you guys, I really am trying! Time just goes by so darn fast! But I'm always open for requests!
Remus woke up small and wet. It wasn't unusual, it had been happening for a while now. Usually he just went back to sleep, and dealt with it later, when he was bigger again. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, but he knew he couldn't go to the others. They'd think he's gross. They wouldn't like it. They wouldn't like him. They'd think he was doing it to annoy or disturb them. But he wasn't! He wasn't doing it on purpose, he didn't even know what it was!
Remus sat up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. But he had to. He was wet, and he couldn't do anything about it like this. But Remus wasn't sleepy! He huffed to himself, not knowing what to do. Why was he like this? He tried to reach out to Thomas, to have him do something, anything that could help. But nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. He huffed, laying back down. Guess there was no other choice.
Thomas woke up to an unusual feeling. He shifted lightly, before freezing like a deer in headlights. He sat up, heart beating in his chest like a mini drum. He peeled back the covers, his face flushing bright red once they were fully off of him. No. No, he hadn't. There was no way, he couldn't have! He's an adult goddamnit, this just doesn't happen!
"Care to explain why I'm up at—" Virgil grumbled, words drying on his tongue as he processed what was going on.
"I—" Thomas started, feeling so embarrassed that tears were threatening to form in his eyes.
"You wet the bed??" Roman rose up. Thomas could only nod meekly, rapidly trying to blink away the stubborn tears in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to!" he squeaked.
"Aw, kiddo, it's okay! Accidents happen, even to adults! Let's get this cleaned up, okay?" Patton rose up as well. Thomas nodded, taking a few deep breaths and wiping his eyes.
"You— You're right. Sorry," he breathed out.
"Nothing to apologise for hun," Patton soothed.
"Yeah. Sorry. I mean— Y'know."
Right as Thomas got out of bed, it was Logan's turn to rise up.
"First step; strip the bed," he reminded.
"I know, Logan, thank you," Thomas smiled weakly.
"After you're done with that, you're taking a bubble bath," Janus appeared to give his two cents.
"Sure, Jan. Thanks," Thomas attempted to smile again. As he went on about stripping his bed, the Sides all sunk down one by one. No one noticed that one of them hadn't popped up at all.
Back in the Mind Palace, Remus had woken up, only to discover that he was still small. He didn't understand, he was supposed to be back to his big self by now! And he really, really didn't want to sleep anymore! He huffed, deciding to get out of bed. Maybe he could find something to do while he waited? He could just stay in his room all day, it's not like the others would notice anyway. His bed would have to wait, but Remus didn't mind too much, he'd just clean it before going to sleep. Maybe.
Remus looked around his room, trying to find something to do. He wanted to colour! Or draw! But all the art supplies were in Roman's room. Hm. Remus flicked his wrist, attempting to summon himself some crayons and a colouring book, but nothing happened. Remus growled quietly, scratching at his inner thighs. Why were they burning and scratchy? And now Remus' tummy growled, too! There was no way he could sneak in the kitchen without getting caught. They'd yell at him. Usually, he didn't mind, but today, he really didn't want to be yelled at. He just wanted... Well, he didn't even know what he wanted. Remus' tummy felt rotten, and not in the way he liked, either!
"They don't like you," a voice said.
"I know," Remus replied. This wasn't the first time he heard voices, it happened a lot. Usually it didn't bother him, but today was different.
"They'd be better off without you."
"You sound like the Emo," Remus shot back. The voice chuckled coldly.
"You really don't get it, do you?"
"Go 'way."
"You want them. You want them to want you. But they won't. They never will, will they?" the voice taunted.
"Go 'way!" Remus stomped his foot for good measure. He hated the way his bottom lip wobbled, and how his vision blurred as salty tears welled in his eyes. He hated feeling weak.
"They left you. They're not coming back. They have a new family now. Without you."
"No!"
"They don't need you anymore. *He* doesn't need you anymore. He hates you," the voice kept going, mercilessly jabbing at Remus' sensitive spots. Remus saw two strips of colour take form. Yellow and purple. Janus and Virgil. They stared down at the duke, disgust shining in their eyes. They wouldn't speak, only staring menacingly.
"Stop!" Remus closed his eyes and covered his ears, firmly pressing his hands on them in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He fell on his knees, curling up to be as small as possible.
In the meanwhile, Thomas was trying to work on songwriting, but something kept gnawing at him. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It bothered him. He had gone to the bathroom before going to sleep, like he always did. He hadn't drunk too much water, or anything else for that matter, and his dream wasn't particularly scary. So why had he wet the bed? What was wrong with him?
"You're not making any progress, Thomas," Logan pointed out after rising up.
"I… I know. Sorry. Just…" Thomas trailed off.
"Just?"
"Thinking."
"About what?"
"Just… Ah, you know, nevermind. It doesn't matter," Thomas shook his head a bit.
"If it bothers you, it does matter," Logan stated.
"Is there something wrong with me?" Thomas bit his lip. He looked up from his notebook, but avoided Logan's eyes.
"Why would you think that?"
"I mean…" Thomas didn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip, his gaze wandering uncertainly.
"I just…" his voice wavered, and he swallowed thickly as he felt a lump growing in his throat. He rapidly blinked his eyes, not wanting Logan to see him cry. He didn't even know why his tear ducts were threatening to betray him, there was no reason to cry. It was… illogical. Thomas let out a shaky sigh, hiding his face in his hands.
"Hey…" Logan sat across his host, unsure what to do.
In the Mind Palace, Remus was getting closer and closer to meltdown territory. It was getting harder to breathe, the voice was getting louder, and the burning and itching of his tighs was getting to be unbearable. He hated this. He hated this, he hated this, he hated this! Remus let out a scream, fiercely ripping his pants off before aggressively scratching at his inner thighs. Angry tears burned in his eyes as he reached for the first object he could reach, before throwing it at the general direction of the taunting voice.
"SHUT UP!" Remus shrieked, clawing at his ears for a moment before throwing himself on the ground, shrieking incoherently as his thighs demanded to be scratched again. There was a knock at Remus' door, causing his hands to fly from his thighs right back to his ears as the sound pounded at his eardrums.
"NO!" he screamed, throwing whatever object he could get his hands on toward the door.
"Ow!" Patton yelped, getting hit in the face with an empty deodorant container. He rubbed at the tip of his nose, processing what was happening. He flinched as he realised the state the still shrieking little duke was in.
"Hey…" he entered the room, and sat on the floor, making sure to give Remus some space. He reached out to the red-faced boy, carefully stroking his hand once. When Remus didn't protest, Patton continued, slowly but effectively getting the toddler to calm down.
"There ya go, Dad's here buddy, Dad's gotcha…" he coo'd gently. By now Remus had completely stopped screaming, but silent tears were still running down his face, his anger melting down to sadness. He reached his little hands out, choking back sobs, a quiet whine escaping his throat.
"Aww, you want Dad to pick you up?" Remus didn't answer verbally, instead just clenching his fists in the 'grabby hands' motion. Patton took the cue, and gently picked the boy up. Remus winced as his thighs pressed against the fabric of Patton's clothes. He had scratched them so vigorously that they were now completely raw, dried up blood covering his fingernails.
"You poor thing! Dad thinks you need a bath, hun. And then, once you're all squeaky clean, we'll put some lotion on your thighs so the hurt will go away. That sound good?" Patton murmured softly upon inspecting Remus' thighs closer. The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes, exhausted from his meltdown.
"What got you so itchy in the first place?" the fatherly Side asked. Remus just shrugged, not quite sure himself. Patton looked around, only now noticing the pants on the floor.
"…Oh," he understood now, the lingering smell in the room making more sense. Truthfully, he had not paid much attention to it at first. It was Remus' room, it was subject to strange smells, and generally, it was better to not ask questions. By now the other Sides had learned to tune it out. Now, however, was not the time to dwell on that.
"Well," Patton said, "let's get you cleaned up!"
Some time later, as Patton had finally gotten the freshly-bathed toddler in a pull-up and t-shirt, and the washing machine running, he felt the ever-so-familiar tug of someone, likely Thomas, summoning him. So, Remus on his hip, he sank down.
"Oh! Logan! Did you need me for something?" Patton asked, surprised to see that it hadn't been Thomas who summoned him.
"I…" Logan started, his words drying on his tongue as he processed the fact that Patton was holding what appeared to be a toddler.
"Is that… Is that Remus?"
"Yup!"
"…Why is he a toddler?"
"No clue! So what's up?" Patton asked.
"Right, well, Thomas is experiencing a sort of… emotional crisis, and that's not exactly my area of expertise. I figured you would be able to help," Logan explained, gesturing to the host, still hunched over the desk, hiding behind his hands.
"Huh, okay," Patton frowned a little before walking to Thomas.
"Hey, buddy…" he started, gently laying a hand on his host's back. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing, just…" Thomas trailed off, taking a breath and rubbing his face before turning to look at Patton. His eyes were a little shiny, and he seemed exhausted. His brows furrowed in confusion once his brain registered the toddler Patton was holding.
"Remus," Patton explained.
"…Huh?"
"I don't know either, I just found him like this."
…How small is he?" Logan asked, furrowing his brows as well as he thought.
"Can't be older than two, I don't think. Poor guy had wet the bed, so we had a bit of a bath, and got some lotion on that nasty rash," Patton explained, gently moving Remus' legs a little so the other two could see how red and raw they were.
"Is… Is that why I…" Thomas trailed off, too embarrassed to say it outloud.
"Of course!" Logan suddenly explained, smacking his forehead as the realisation dawned on him.
"Remus' regression must've had a side effect in affecting you, Thomas!"
"A *Side* effect? Eh?" Patton grinned.
"…Yes? I'm not sure what you're implying here, Patton."
"It's- It's a pun, just ignore it," Thomas shook his head a bit.
"…Anyway, we can't leave a two-year-old on his own. I trust you'd be willing to care for him until we figure out a way to get him back to his adult self, Patton?" Logan said, raising his eyebrow slightly.
"Oh! Uh… Of course!" Patton tried his best to conceal his surprise, quickly regaining his composure and giving Logan a grin. Taking care of Remus couldn't be *that* hard!
Right?
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box-of-fandom · 1 year
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I'm bored but I don't wanna go to sleep so here's some more autistic sides. (Some of them are me projecting) (some of these are regular headcanons)
Virgil:
Special interests are mcr and horror movies
Used to mask around the light sides until one of them was like "dude we're all autistic no one cares." He still does it subconsciously but not as much as before.
MUST have his headphones within reach at all times.
Hates feeling warm, his room is 65⁰ on cool.
Has a purple lava lamp, hes always watching Remus when he comes over to make sure he doesn't try shit.
Logan:
When he's angry, he tries to rationalize his feelings, feels invalidated by said rationalizing, gets even angrier.
Crofters on toast is a same food for him, he eats it for breakfast every morning
Plans everything out, gets upset when plans change last second
Has a fidget cube to stim with
Patton
NEEDS soft things to calm down, his room is full of stuffies
Speaking of, him and Virgil has a jack skellington build a bear and Patton has a Sally one. (Let them be friends!)
Stims by baking! So many sweets around the house
Picky eater gang💪💪 he can try new stuff but it has to be on HIS terms, yk?
Remus
Chews EVERYTHING, he has chewlery but that doesn't stop him from eating table legs. Regularly chews pens until they explode
Rabies pride Remus. (This isn't even a headcanon at this point.)
Also jumps as a stim! Generally big stims
Hyperfixated on JTHM, regularly talks about the JTHM-> gay cartoons pipeline. Also probably about the 9/11 -> Twilight pipeline.
Janus
Like Logan, he gets upset when plans are changed last second.
Gloves help his sensory issues
Probably hyperfixated on phycology at one point, helped Patton with his plushie video.
Sometimes is the "allistic translator" for the others
Roman
Spinterest is Disney (obviously) but I also see him really enjoying Greek drama. Maybe has a book club with Logan/Janus (when they make up)
Also loves Minecraft, helps him destress.
Probably the reason Thomas got diagnosed at some point
Sings/flaps hands/rocks himself to stim.
Helps Patton bake (LET THEM BE FRIENDS AGAIN) his favorite thing to bake are cupcakes because he likes decorating them.
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notemaker · 4 months
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It's not a headcanon if it's the truth.
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time-woods · 5 months
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EMOTIONAL WIN ! ! the bug lets his emotions make decisions for once !
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ok. imma do this again because im so sick of this neurotypical label-centric world we live in and the inability that people have to understand individuality, masking, and nuance in presentation of disorders.
edit: this is not meant to exclude all the various neurodivergence diagnoses other than just adhd and autism- this poll was created first and foremost because i was curious about those two in particular, but also because there's not that many button options for the poll itself and if i added more than those variables the permutations would skyrocket
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modeus-the-unbound · 29 days
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Blacktabby games....why does Deconstructed have the intro you gave the Spooky bitches! (Nightmare, Wraith, Burned Grey, Spectre)
What are you implying about this absolute Cardboard Cutout of a vessel?
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soinzzz · 10 months
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tmisos · 3 months
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been missing the purple eyeshadow a lot lately </3
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[@thatsthat24]
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fadedstarpng · 28 days
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autistic people when there's collectable things with tv shows with multiple generations of them:
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hamartia-grander · 8 months
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This definitely won't happen but it would be so fucking funny if they arrive at the planet Thrawn and Ezra were stranded on and it turns out that these two are best friends now and Thrawn is completely on Ezra's side. Morgan Elsbeth pleads for Thrawn to return and reignite the Empire and he's just like "those bitches? Fuck em. Ezzie and I started a band, we play Jizz music on Wednesdays. Here's my wallet pictures of us hanging out."
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emoprincey · 11 months
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[Image description 1: A screenshot of Logan from the Sanders Sides video Losing My Motivation, with the caption, ""But you don't look autistic.""
Image description 2: A screenshot of Logan from the same episode with the caption, "Oh sorry, let me just-"
Image description 3: A screenshot of Logan from the same episode wearing a Sherlock cosplay - a deer stalker hat, a scarf, and a black jacket in addition to his black polo shirt and light blue tie. / End image description.]
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littlecloudprince · 1 year
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Logan's Starry Night
Summary: Logan isn't feeling sleepy. Star can't quite put stars finger on what this feeling is. Could it simply be a need for comfort?
Warnings: None that I can think of! Let me know if there's something I should list!
A/N: Some agere Star/Stars Logan for your agere Star/Stars Logan needs! Because self projection go brrrrrr hehe :3 Also, cg Janus for your cg Janus needs!
Logan was definitely supposed to be asleep by now, given that star was regressed. Star definitely wasn't supposed to be outside, swinging and looking at the beautiful night sky. However, that's exactly what star was doing. The stars in the sky were just so mesmerizing that Logan couldn't stop looking at them. Couldn't stop thinking about them. The sky was completely clear, the stars twinkling and the moon glowing. Everything was peaceful and quiet. Just how Logan liked.
So why did star feel the way star did? Star didn't like it when star felt like this. Star didn't like feelings in general. They were so confusing, and star didn't understand them at all. If anyone ever asked Logan how star was feeling, star couldn't answer. It's not that star didn't know the words, star did. Star just didn't know how to apply them to starself. Simple definitions like "happy" or "sad" just never quite fit.
Star stopped the swing, and let out a deep sigh. Star was thinking about earlier. About how star had screamed at Remus. About how star had lost control. About how stars schedule was yet again disregarded. Logan's bottom lip trembled, as all these grown-up thoughts kept circling in stars mind. Originally star had wanted to regress tonight specifically to get away from these thoughts for a while, but it seemed like they didn't want to leave star alone. So, Logan jumped down from stars swing, and decided to go to the sandpit instead. Maybe if star played with stars toy cars and spaceships for a bit, star could distract starself from the unpleasant thoughts?
Logan got to the sandpit, and picked up a white-and-red toy spaceship. Star liked it a lot, but it wasn't stars favourite. Stars favourite was an indigo and purple one, and star always kept it in stars room where it would be safe. Logan didn't feel like going inside though, so white-and-red would do. Star sat on the grass next to the sandpit, and proceeded to fly stars spaceship, making wooshing sounds for good measure. After a moment, Logan set the toy back down, letting out another sigh. This didn't feel right either. Everything felt wrong, and Logan didn't like it. Star got up, and decided to just pace around the yard for a bit. Maybe stimming would help? So, star begun pacing. Occasionally, star would flap stars hands, or chew on stars UFO shaped chewie necklace. Star tried repeating words and humming and quietly singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Star tried jumping, star tried stretching, star tried everything.
Logan sighed, having made stars way back to the swing. Star still felt off. Would stargazing do the trick? Logan guessed it wouldn't hurt to try, so star decided to lay down on the grass and find out. Star wanted to find some constellations.
"Ursa Major. Ursa Minor. Draco. Leo. Leo Minor. Lynx," each time Logan spotted a constellation, star pointed to it and said it's name outloud to starself. Star kept spotting and naming constellations, completely unaware of the passage of time.
Janus had woken up to get a glass of water, and was now sneaking back to his room. However, as he glanced out the window on his way, he could've sworn he saw Logan laying on the grass. Janus stopped in his tracks, and rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't playing a trick on him. When he looked again, Logan was still on the grass. Now Janus was a little worried.
"Cama- Cami- Cam—"
"Camelopardalis," someone helped out. Logan got startled at the sudden voice, and hurriedly sat up. Star looked behind starself, and saw Janus.
"What are you doing up so late, darling?" the scaley Side asked, quickly picking up the fact that Logan was regressed. Star was wearing stars overalls and a long-sleeved shirt, clearly having no intention what-so-ever of going to bed.
"I...couldn't sleep," Logan said, avoiding Janus' eyes.
"Did you try to?" Janus raised an eyebrow. Logan sheepishly shook stars head, still avoiding eye contact.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't wanna go to sleep," Logan mumbled, desperately trying to hide the fact that star was tearing up.
"Why not?" Janus asked, taking note of Logan's demeanour.
"Cause...Cause then it's tomorrow and have to be Big again," Logan's voice broke slightly, and star tried to be subtle at wiping stars eyes.
"A- And... And so much Big stuff to do, and... Tommy not listen! A- And the wedding! Everyo- Everyone hurting! Yelled at Re, I—" the boy's breathing got faster and heavier the more star spoke, and Logan was getting dangerously close to a meltdown. Star was gripping stars hair harshly, occasionally hitting stars temples.
"Logan, everything is okay. You're safe. Breathe, space cadet. Breathe. Are you okay with touching right now?" Janus immediately began soothing the child, sensing stars distress. Logan nodded, not able to speak, before all but launching starself into Janus' arms. The latter summoned his extra arms, before protectively wrapping them all around the sobbing Logan. Three wrapped around his torso, one cradling his head, and the last two gently stroking his back.
"Everything will be okay, Logan. I'll make sure of it," Janus muttered in the child's hair, having just decided that star would be taking at least tomorrow off. The two of them stayed there for a while, Logan crying starself out in Janus' lap. Logan's sobs slowly died down to sniffles, and briefly nodded off before waking back up.
"Let's get you to bed, hm, starchild?" Janus spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Logan just nodded, too exhausted to talk. Stars fingers inched closer to stars mouth, but Janus caught them before they went in.
"Ah, no bud, your hands are dirty from being outside sweetheart. Use this until we can get you your pacifier, yeah?" he offered the now slightly smaller Logan his ChewFO. The toddler accepted it, contently nomming on it as Janus got up and carried star inside.
"Hm. I know you're tired, but I think we should give you a quick bath. You've got grass stains and dust all over you from playing outside," Janus mused. Logan was too tired and small to argue, so star just nodded lightly. Janus took off his own shoes before taking Logan's off too. He then carried the child to the bathroom, trying to be quiet so as to not wake the other Sides up.
"You wait here, okay? I'll go get your jammies and pacifier so we can get you all cozy after your bath," Janus set the child down on the floor, giving star a few bath toys to occupy starself with. Though, Logan looked so tired star might just sit and wait. Still, Janus thought it'd be better to be safe than sorry.
He hadn't taken long, but when Janus finally returned to the bathroom, Logan was already nodding off slightly. Star was struggling to keep stars eyes open, swaying a little from side to side.
"Such a sleepy baby you are," Janus coo'd, gently announcing his entrance. Logan perked up slightly, a whine escaping stars throat as star reached out to the caregiver with grabby hands.
"Aw, I know, let's get you all squeaky clean so you can finally sleep, hm?" Janus murmured as he began carefully undressing the baby. Once that was done, he moved to the bathtub, turning the water on and making sure it wasn't too cold or too hot before plugging the drain. He let it fill up, picking Logan's bath toys up and moving them in the tub. Once the tub was full, he turned off the faucet before picking Logan up.
"In we go," Janus sung softly, carefully placing the baby in the tub. Logan fussed a little, cranky from being overtired, but soon calmed when Janus handed star one of the bath toys, a giraffe that doubled as a teether. Star began nomming on it contently, letting Janus do all the work.
Before long, the baby was clean, diapered and dressed up in stars space-themed footed pyjamas. Janus was putting Logan to bed, having just clipped stars pacifier to stars pyjamas, when star kicked up a fuss again. Star began crying, stars feet kicking as star reached out to Janus with grabby hands.
"Shh, shh, little starlight, go to sleep love, you're safe," Janus shushed gently, offering Logan the pacifier. The baby took on to it gladly, suckling on it as star began to calm down and doze off. However, as soon as Janus attempted to set Logan down, star began fussing again, clinging tightly to Janus' shirt. The caregiver gave it a couple more times, but after the third unsuccessful attempt, he took the cue.
"Alright, alright, you can sleep with me on the couch tonight," he murmured. Logan really needed the comfort after all, having been so overworked and stressed lately. Janus was going to have to have a talk with Thomas later, they were all going to take some time off whether the host liked it or not.
The baby was out like a light by the time Janus got them both situated on the couch. The caregiver had made sure to set a bottle filled with water nearby, should Logan wake up thirsty. He checked that the baby was comfortable on his lap, under stars weighted blanket and with stars Crofter's bear mascot plushie tightly hugged to stars chest. Lastly, Janus gave a gentle kiss on top of Logan's head before finally allowing sleep to take over himself too.
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Do you know there is some saying of wearing only one side earring symbolise incomplete and loneliness?
But what if the other half earring is given to another person?
Then when you meet him would you start seeing that incomplete piece of yourself?
Whether he goes your part of existence accompany?
Do you see reunion through him?
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romeavethinker · 3 months
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being an adult with a hyperfixation on extremely childish media is so funny i feel like a plant by Big Autism to infiltrate the neurotypical masses. i cannot tell a soul about the 2010s minecraft roleplay series i am constantly thinking about or the mission will be compromised.
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fumifooms · 3 months
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Laios Touden and autism; admiring the non-human
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Do you think people exaggerate when they scream about Laios being autistic? Do you feel like it’s weird that so many people including autistics are so set on Laios, the problematic (but incredible and kind) king TM, being the most autistic that has ever autisticed? Why do we cheer on autistic people wanting to be monsters?? Isn’t that weird?
Well, of course it depends on the way it’s done, it can be done quite offensively, but long story short Kui blew it out of the park. The thing is, autistic people really do like monsters and animals and robots. Nonhuman does not mean subhuman, it just means Other. Feeling a connection with them has been shown to be an extremely common autistic experience for that very reason.
Because some people don’t understand why we autistic Tumblr Laios stans cheer “autism! Autism!” whenever he talks about monsters and feeling alienated to humans so! Here’s a post about how yes even research papers are analyzing the special connection we form with animals. I’m not even joking but Laios Touden & the mass cries of relatability with autistic people he gets and all the love for him could be used as study material and evidence for future papers because the link is that strong. Oh also I think it’s notable that being autistic and undiagnosed vs diagnosed makes a huge difference. In my experience as someone who was undiagnosed up until 18, it’s even more alienating to not know that there’s a reason why you’re different, being gaslit that you’re ‘normal’ and you just need to try harder and get with the program, etc. Personally when getting diagnosed I went through the 5 stages of grief because the thought of having been fundamentally different all your life (a difference which you will never be able to change) and mistreated for it when you weren’t “wrong” all along makes you unload all the anger and sadness and loneliness and sheer trauma you’ve built up over time. Like it’s world shattering.
So! Back to seeing dogs as family. Also I implore you to value experiential evidence when it comes to autism and other neurodivergences because brains are complicated and neurotypicals not being able to understand us well even with scientific research is like, a whole thing even though we’re right there speaking about how we feel and being right every time because the topic is literally us and how we experience the world. 
Disclaimer for this whole post that, of course, no group is a monolith and everyone has different experiences or can diverge from the norm of the group, and that doesn’t diminish the validity of either side! Like, I know autistic people who have trauma with dogs and hate them. But, trends do happen, and in this case... Autism is very “My experiences with humans make me feel dehumanized in a bad and lonely way so instead I’ll dehumanize myself in a good and inspiring way”.
“I was treated like a failed human my entire life and you’re surprised that my response was to become a dog.” -Patricia Taxxon
It’s literally well recorded that autistic people relate to animals more than humans globally. With this post, besides spreading autistic Laios truthism and explaining why the portrayal hits so deep for so many,  I want to show in what way this is a very specific experience and not looking at his character through an autistic lense really misses a lot of why he’s everything that he is. (Tacking allegedly onto here for legal reasons, different interpretations are valid etc etc /gen). This honestly isn’t super long though.
To define an important term, anthropomorphism in the studies and in this post means to attribute human traits to the nonhuman, which not only includes anthro furry designs but also animals irl, inanimate objects, and animated media as opposed to live action, to humanize them and empathize with them.
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Paper: https://www.liebertpub.com/doi/10.1089/aut.2019.0027 
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“Dogs taught me how to hunt and socialize and work in groups”, Laios having internalized body language... So real so real. I, too, make a great dog impression. And I want to emphase the part that it helps greatly develop a sense of emotions and relationships! For Laios, he didn’t get along with kids his age, it was him, Falin and the dogs against the world. Since it’s a group of dogs too, it taught him group dynamics and social hierarchies (like with Falin being considered as being below the dogs in authority according to the dogs rip), and the importance of group coordination when hunting.
For me, I cannot like, concisely explain just how much animals were important to me developmentally. I also grew up with dogs, but like I vividly remember encounters with like hamsters as well just radically shaping my understanding of boundaries, the importance of giving something space and the way you interact with them and respect their side of it. Unlike humans they don’t really mask how they feel, it’s direct cause-effect reaction and data gathering. There are no words involved, so the focus on having a perfect phrasing and tone is gone, leaving just pure interactions. 
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There’s also no reason to mask how you feel either, and you don’t have to feel silly over wanting to form a connection and it showing, what, is the dog gonna laugh at you because you obviously want to make friends with it? Toshiro or Kabru might, but dogs and cats will just tell you to fuck off and leave it there worst case scenario. I often say that I think one reason Marcille is special to Laios and he feels comfortable around her is because she emotes INTENSELY, she gestures, she puts her whole body into it, her facial expressions are pretty exaggerated and her ears even emote too- like with a dog’s ears!
I think there’s def also things to be said about how he gravitated towards Izutsumi at first, all excited, was eager to sleep in the same bed as her, but in the Izutsumi sleep rating chart we see they really just casual and chill so it’s not a Laios talking to Shuro deep into the night situation just a “I like sleeping besides animals” situation and that is enough to hype him up. I love how he pet her in the extra about why Chil let her sleep with him too. He’s just so transparently eager to befriend her, even if in the end they weren’t all that compatible and he accepted that.
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There are honestly so many examples I could give for this. Like Grandin the famous cow lady.
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More about autism & empathy:
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https://www.spectrumnews.org/news/double-empathy-explained/ (Also mentions a study in which groups of autistic, allistic then a mixed group played a game of telephone and both singular groups had similar levels of information retention, but the mixed group was significantly worse. As an autistic person yeah duh, obviously autistic people are different from one another and can have plenty of interpersonal issues, but communicating with other neurodivergent people feels pretty intuitive and straightforward and comfortable. One of the reasons why neurodivergent people tend to naturally gravitate towards each other I suppose.) 
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^ Paper: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5932358/  For good, extensive summary of why we relate to animals so much you can go to the “anthromorphizing and asd” section of the paper. This paper extends to our widespread liking of cartoons and robots as well. Ok so this is a whole thing I won’t get into here but this is a big reason why a lot of autistic people are agender leaning as well. Genders and queerness in general is a lot about social constructs, and being queer is being marginal to these, not fitting into boxes or challenging those social norms and conventions. Queerplatonic relationships are a great example of this, where the framework of the relationship is platonic but the intangible nature of what it is exactly is the point, not familial not anything but everything at once too, just adoration, I like to say having pets is a bit like it as well, bc obvi it’s not romantic and often not fully familial, very platonic but also sooo much cuddling and adoration and kissing and whatnot that you wouldn’t typically do with a friend or family member. I’ll talk about qpr and labels another day though.
I got carried away but queerness in Dunmeshi is something I 100% want to make a big post on one day. Experiencing the world with different guidelines and not registering things to have the same boxes, sigh. Personally I also relate to Laios on a gender level, “cis by default because I don’t care all that much but if I were to dig deeper I’m probably otherkin and I want to be socially associated with traits of monsters and animalistic rather than man/woman” sighh hard to be a cryptid in this day and age. I wish we had a term like furry but for monsters, I want to be in the fantasy or folk tale genre ty, like changelings. Goshh changelings... You know, the irl myth where people said their neurodivergent kids were fairies’ children instead of human. Diminished physical sense of self means I see myself as some unknowable black  void aesthetic wise, but like in a way that simultaneously makes me feel seen. Like becoming a monster, losing your sense of self but also somehow just being simplified and seen for what you are, it’s weird to try and explain. This post is more about relating to the nonhuman than about seeing yourself as such, but like connect the dots right, that IS an important point of Laios’ character. It’s because our brains literally work different than allistics which makes us feel as other, but also because of social ostracization and functioning in a different way than society at large, living in the margin of society, being weird and non-conforming.
Meanwhile, animals and social norms... Like ok, showing your neck and rolling on the ground to show that you’re friendly and harmless and play biting might not be proper. But have you considered that it’s also fun and feels very intuitive. Play with a dog in the dog’s way I promise it is so nice and freeing. Play tug of war and growl back when they growl. Hiss at your cat to tell them they do something wrong, engage with them on their level.
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Autism made social life hard, but it made animals easy. Do you have anyyy idea how good it feels to mask all day every day and feel constantly misunderstood or like you’re doing a performance but then you can just, drop all of that in the company of animals and they understand you. They understand you. You form an understanding and rapport so easily.
And this whole thing with Laios is so explicit too, with the Winged Lion saying “You’re sick and tired of the human world”. Notice the choice of words. Sick and tired of the human world. Exhausted from the constraints, sick of the mind games. It really isn’t as much about loving monsters as it is about loving the nonhuman. Relating to them because you feel that you can actually understand how they work and think, and feeling like they could understand you back as well. Animals are safe.
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Like I could go on about how Laios admiring even just demi-humans like orcs is because they’re socially seen as non-humans more than any true physical thing, that they’re not bound by human society and its rules and live with their own lifestyle. But it would deal myself 1000 points of psychic damage and I am not ready to cry today. It’s idealization 100%, and like, Laios DOES want to be treated as human, to be valued, but it feels like an unreachable thing meanwhile becoming a monster is instant gratification and freedom and a sense that now no one will be able to hurt you in a way that reaches you, never again shall you be defenseless, and then if people dehumanize you then that only strengthens your sense of identity as a monster and UGHH ugh ugh.
And like. This post is a mess at this point but if you want to kinda delve into the more “why” then I recommend this Patricia Taxxon video essay. It starts out on a very different topic, but it’s all about autism and finding comfort in the inhuman. Long story short is othering made us like this also animals are just simpler to intuitively get along with.
So when I post this
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I mean it. I really mean it when I say he’s me. I have never felt so seen. So many conflicting emotions all wrapped so concisely yet so intangibly woven into the whole storyline so subtly. 
Not being depicted as a monster of an human being for feeling/having felt that way?? The manga understands you. The world can understand you. Other humans can understand you. You can bond with them. You can. And I think that’s a big part of Dungeon Meshi too- Laios opening up to others about how he really is and his interests, and all the bumps on the way but how it was the only way to truly get to know each other and bond. With the climax being Laios confronting head on his complex with monsters and humans, and his monster-loving side and animalistic side being exactly what saves the whole world, what saves humanity. Because Laios does value his friends, does think humanity has beautiful sides to it, he wants to help it thrive and eat and become more accepting, carving out a kingdom for misfits and demi-humans. At the end of it, transforming into a monster and being free is a daydream fantasy, and the reality of it is that Laios does belong in the world as he is, and does receive and give out love.
If you enjoyed this you’ll probably like some of my other Laios analysis!  Here’s an analysis of his succubus and what it says about his relationships with other humans. And here’s an analysis about his relationship with Shuro from his perspective.
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