Autistic Hogwarts Students

Autistic Hogwarts students

Autistic students who are best friends with their pets, owls, cats and frogs.

Autistic students who spend all their free time in the library.

Autistic students who know spells that can muffle the sounds around them. This could be really useful in the great hall and other crowded places.

Autistic students who made a deal with the elves in the kitchen that they get their favourite and sensory safe food and drinks every day.

Autistic students who know secret passages and the least popular stairs in Hogwarts to avoid crowds.

Autistic students who like to wear the school uniform because they always wear the same and they won’t have to decide what sensory friendly clothing they want to wear each morning.

Autistic students who like to communicate with the merpeople by sign language. The merpeople come to the big windows on the far side of the Slytherin common room if they are curious or want to talk.

Autistic students who stim by flying on a broom or play quidditch in the heavy equipment.

Autistic students who buy their stim toys in a magical fidget shop: Potions which smell like everything you want them to. Blankets that adjust their weight to the needs of the owner. Stim toys which change textures and other things like self-rotating glitter jars, endless bubble wrap, moving pictures for visual stimming. Everything you’d ever imagine.

Autistic students who create their own ‘personal space’ inside their wardrobe with an extension charm to relax, recover and be alone.

Autistic students who use the time-turner to visit their favorite classes, again and again.

Autistic students who are befriended with the ghosts and portraits because they need no physical contact and have hundreds of years of knowledge to share.

Autistic students who have a self-writing quill which makes notes in class.

Autistic students who have a magical bracelet or pin which displays the mood and show if they want to communicate or be left alone.

Autistic students who have a collection of magical stim toys which can fly, hover, change colours or textures or make sounds.

Autistic students who sneak out of their common room at night because they like to wander the empty and quiet halls.

Autistic students who invented a light that only shine for them if they want to read and learn all night without waking everyone.

Autistic students who made howler which can only be heard by the receiver because they are bothered by the sudden noise every time someone received one.

Autistic students who are allowed to visit the greenhouse, potion class, astronomy tower, stables for magical creatures or the quidditch fields if they want to experiment or learn about their special interest.

Autistic students who meet other autistics in the room of requirements to train or analyse social situations, talk about their special interests, stimming together, etc.

Autistic students who have self-organizing and magically expanding shelves.

Autistic students who have an arrangement with the house elves in the kitchen that always food and drinks appear near them when it’s time to eat and they forgot about it.

Autistic students who have blankets which can adjust their weight if they want their blankets to be heavier or lighter.

Autistic students who go nonverbal have magical cards which can display and verbalise their thoughts if they have to say something.

Autistic students who have a special interest in muggle things and interrogate all new muggle-born and half-blood students about it.

Autistic students who ‘lock’ their wands, so they can stim with it without setting of spells.

Autistic students who learn to cast their spells wandless because they don’t like the feeling of holding a wand or like to flap their hands.

Autistic students who are allowed to miss class if they (are about to ) have a meltdown, shutdown or a sensory overload.

Autistic students who have enchanted chairs and tables in every classroom which can adjust the brightness of the light, the speech volume of the teacher and other students and the room temperature to make the perfect environment for each student.

Autistic students who have a magical compass which shows them the fastest way to their common room or safe place from every location in Hogwarts if they are going to have a meltdown, shutdown or sensory overload.

Autistic students who stay over Christmas in Hogwarts because it’s quieter and less stressful there than at their home.

Autistic students who are visited by their families and friends on visiting day at Hogwarts once a month. On every train station and in Kings Cross on platform 9 ¾ a wizard is positioned who cast a temporary spell on the visitors and lead them through the barrier. They will arrive at Hogsmeade where the students can meet them. In special cases, they can stay in Hogsmeade for a few days. After that, the Hogwarts Express will bring them back to the muggle world.

Autistic students who manipulate stinkbombs from Zonko’s Joke Shop or Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes that they smell like their favourite stimmy smell.

Autistic students who have a huge collection of chocolate frog cards or rare magical plants.

Autistic students who always have a sneakoscope on them, which make an alarming sound when it’s in range of an untrustworthy person, like a poltergeist or bullies.

Autistic students who like to spend their time in the shrieking shack, when everything is too much and they need alone-time. It’s a lonely place because no others students dare to go there.To get there, they use the secret passage under the whomping willow.

Autistic students who like to spend their time at the boathouse because it’s quieter there than on the lakeshore.

Autistic students who row out onto the great lake to play with the merpeople and the giant squid and feed the squid toast from breakfast.

Autistic students who can’t travel in the crowded and noisy Hogwarts Express. Instead, they’re allowed to use brooms, portkeys, floo powder, apparition spells or flying cars or carpets.

Autistic students who can’t live in the common room could rent a room in Hogsmeade or stay home. They have to travel every day to Hogwarts and back home.

Autistic students who are allowed to travel with floo powder through the fireplaces from one classroom the next to avoid the crowds in the hallways.

Autistic students who like to flap and rock while reading about their special interests use flying books or let them fly.

Autistic students who like rules, order and organisation want to be praefect of their house.

Autistic students who like the sound of the water in the Slytherin dungeon or the howling wind in the Gryffindor/Ravenclaw tower.

Autistic students who have a bad sense of orientation and take a copy of the marauders’s map from the Hogwarts merch shop with them to find the way to their classrooms.

Autistic students who visite besides muggle studies the social norm class for muggle and wizard worlds, in which muggle-born, half-bloods and pure-bloods learn about the social life and the daily life with or without magic in the other world.

Autistic students who have problems with personal hygiene. Instead of teeth brushing they can chew on a bubble gum made out of the juice of a rare magical plant. And instead of showering they can use potions or charms to stay clean.

Autistic students who got stimming attachments from Olivander’s. They can modify their wands with chewing bits or little attached fidget toys or transparent parts with shiny liquid in it, like a glitter jar.

Autistic students who have magical contact lenses which can adjust the light level of every environment after the users needs.

Autistic students who teach themselves Parseltongue because they see it as a new challenge and a special way to make friends with animals

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

Stephen accidentally hits Tony with a love spell. And Tony falls in love with another person!! Or something along those lines!!

Firstly thank you for your patience, I know this is an old request! And secondly I was drafting an angsty Tony-falls-for-someone-else fic but then… this happened instead. Enjoy!

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The text on the dusty yellowed page stared back up at Stephen, taunting him, each handwritten letter burning into his retinas.

He couldn’t get this spell quite right.It was supposed to be used in the event of a serious fight; if done correctly the opponent would become more sympathetic to the caster, would see them as someone likable, someone they shouldn’t hurt. It would be useful to end a fight non-violently, and to make negotiating with particularly nasty individuals easier. It was… perhaps a manipulative and unconventional way of dealing with an enemy, but if there was a way to avoid fighting or death and destruction, Stephen was all ears.

The problem was, this spell needed to be… subtle. You were merely suggesting to an opponent that perhaps you shouldn’t fight, perhaps you and your side was likable, understandable. You didn’t want whoever you were fighting to cease everything to kiss your feet out of respect and admiration. Well, if it stopped the fighting, perhaps, but that wasn’t the point.

But if there was one thing Stephen wasn’t, it was subtle. Every time he attempted to cast this one, it was always too strong. The delicate rune conjured up into the air tended to implode into a brightly colored ball of light, and Stephen was loathe to discover what would happen if he’d cast it on someone.

And as he huddled in the corner of Tony’s lab, cursing as he failed yet again, he wondered if it was even worth it.

Across the lab, Bruce, Tony, and Steve were all discussing something in low voices, pointing to a screen in Tony’s hands as they worked. Think of them. Imagine casting this to defend them out in a fight somewhere. Spells always came easier when you had the added drive to protect people you cared about, so Stephen took a breath and attempted to concentrate on that.

Cautiously, he raised his hands, forming a sort of peace sign with his fingers as he moved them in the pattern described for the spell. An orangish-pink rune blossomed into existence in front of him, shaky, but stable. Good. Now just to—

The delicate rune imploded as he shifted to the right, almost instantly collapsing into a ball of crackling light. It whizzed towards the wall, and to Stephen’s horror, ricocheted right off and flew back across the room.

“Duck!” he screeched, motioning as fast as he could for the others across the lab to get down. He hit the floor hard, wincing as he went down on one knee, and covered his head with his arms. He heard Steve and Bruce yelping in tandem as they ducked below the table they were working at; a sickening heartbeat later, a loud thumping noise accompanied them.

After three seconds of horrified silence, Stephen launched himself to his feet, immediately rushing over to where the others had been working.

“Is everyone okay? Is anyone hurt? Is… Tony…”

Steve and Bruce appeared to be shocked and unharmed, but Tony… Tony must have leaped out in front of them, or done something equally stupid and courageous, and it looked as though he’d taken the full brunt of the failed spell. He was crumpled up on the floor half under the table, his body smoldering slightly.

“Oh, seven hells…” Stephen whispered, reaching out to touch Tony’s shoulder. What had he done? Had the spell hurt Tony? …what was going to happen to him now?

To his immense relief, Tony shifted at Stephen’s touch and rolled over, looking to all the world as though he’d stuck his fingers into an electrical socket. The little group clustered around him seemed to let out a collective breath they’d been holding as the man on the floor managed a shit-eating grin.

“Man, doc, what’d you hit me with?” Tony asked, his speech ever-so-slightly slurred. Though appearing to be physically unharmed, there was… a certain other change in Tony Stephen couldn’t quite put his finger on yet.

“It was a faulty spell. I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful, especially in your lab, too. Hold still, let me make sure you’re okay.” Stephen’s hands floated over Tony, examining him one last time for any injuries as he braced for the engineer’s usual lecture on lab safety and expensive equipment. Instead Tony moved forwards, leaning shockingly far into Stephen’s personal space.

“You could use my lab for whatever the hell you liked, love doctor, and I would be loathe to make you leave,” he drawled, his gaze very pointedly dragging down to Stephen’s lips.

The sorcerer yanked himself away from Tony, going as white as a sheet. Sure, he and Tony flirted back and forth, but THAT was a… whole new level. What the hell had that spell done to him?

“Tony—?” Steve asked sharply, his eyebrows creased together in utterly confused dismay as he knelt down next to him. “Uh—“

Tony’s gaze flicked to Steve, his eyes instantly glued to his biceps. He let out a low, lazy wolf whistle, his gaze traveling up and down his new object of interest. “Hooo, how’d you get in here, hunk of handsome?” he murmured, words strung together in a happy, loopy slur of language.

“I was— I was just working with you, right here, Tony…” Steve trailed off, innocent confusion evident. His eyes narrowed as they flicked towards Stephen, accusatory.

Before Captain had a chance to berate him, Bruce interjected.

“Tony, could you tell us what you’re feeling? What do you last remember? Does anything hurt?” he asked carefully, adjusting his glasses. At least that doctor wasn’t glaring at him, Stephen thought appreciatively.

“Mmmmm, ohh, Doctor Banner,” Tony mumbled, crooning as he slouched back onto the floor with an absent grin. “Y’knowww, I read each and every one of your thesis papers. God, they were fascinating. Used to go over ‘em in bed at night, imagining you were there with me, explaining every word in my ear as we—“

“Alright, that’s enough,” Steve said firmly, clapping a hand to Tony’s mouth. He turned his gaze back to Stephen, ignoring how bright red Bruce’s face had gone, his blue-eyed expression baleful. “An ill-timed prank, don’t you think, Strange? What’d you hit him with? A love spell? Hilarious. And unprofessional. Reverse it now, please, before Peter gets here to film it for YouTube.”

Stephen shook his head rapidly as Tony leaned into Steve’s hand, clearly kissing at it passionately. Captain yanked it back, a mixture of intrigued horror and pink-tinged embarrassment written on his face.

“I was— it’s not, not, wasn’t a prank. I swear it. I’m trying to learn a pacifying spell, one that… it, it increases the affection and respect an opponent has for you, but I keep casting it too strongly, it keeps backfiring, and…” Stephen gulped as Tony’s lovesick eyes found him, looking quite like a lost puppy abandoned on the floor. “…and I suppose this is the result of it being cast too… heavy-handedly.”

“So,” Bruce sucked in a breath, evidently still not recovered from Tony’s comment. “So, then, he’s…? A little in awe and… lovestruck with everyone now?”

“I don’t know,” Stephen admitted shakily, trying to ignore the fact that Tony’s hand was crawling up Bruce’s leg upon hearing his voice again. “I’ve rarely seen this spell cast, and never heard of it backfiring. I don’t… I don’t know…”

He put his head in his hands, and almost instantly felt another hand in his hair, mussing it up.

“Aww, Houdini, it’s not your fault, not… your fault, no, and I’m not upset! I’ve never felt better than this… mhmm,” Tony crooned, his other hand still wandering towards Bruce’s crotch, who politely and firmly pushed the curious touch away.

“Tony, no more, okay? Let’s get you up and somewhere quiet,” Steve said firmly, reaching out to put his arms under Tony to lift him up.

“Let him be! He can’t help it,” Stephen snapped, getting to his feet. “I’m sorry, a thousand times over, but the spell’s altered his personality for the time being, there’s no use trying to make him just… stop.”

Steve grunted as he lifted Tony, who seemed to be cheekily ragdolling his way closer to the captain’s body, into his arms.

“So you mean to tell me Tony’s changed? How long is this going to last?”

“It’s a temporary spell. It’s not meant to be long-acting, but I have no way of knowing.” Stephen paused, reaching out to take Tony’s pulse. It was slow, relaxed. Good. Nothing too fast that he’d have to worry about. Tony reached a hand up to pet Stephen’s fingers in an… almost cute caress, and the sorcerer couldn’t help but blush. “A few hours, if we’re lucky? At worst, a… few days?”

He could hear Bruce suck in a breath beside him.

“There’s nothing else we can do?” he asked, giving Tony a nervous pat on the back.

“I don’t… I could potentially try more magic to reverse it, but… I don’t know what would happen, and I don’t want to make things worse,” Stephen murmured, straightening up. “I think it would be best to get him into a quiet place with minimal interaction with others, and simply let the spell run its course. Let him rest and drink some water and allow the magic wear off.”

“We could take him to the spare bedroom down the hall,” Steve suggested, waving vaguely in the direction of the room.

“Good idea,” Stephen said, reaching into his pocket for his sling ring. Portaling there would be faster, and save them from encountering anyone else in the vicinity of the hallway.

Steve and Bruce moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sorcerer, accompanied by a cheerful warble of “I’ve never been to bed with THREE guys before!” from Tony as the portal sparked around them, taking them away.

***

It was tough to keep people out of the bedroom and away in general once they’d gotten Tony to settle down and relax in bed. Already Peter had come by to investigate what was going on, which made Tony burst into a tirade of happy, emotional sobbing.

“Peter! Oh, Petey-pie, I’m so happy to see you, I—“ Voice crack— “I’m so glad you’re like, my kid, my… son! You came to see me, oh, teens these days, god, I love you so so much spider… spiderman! Pete…”

Peter was quickly ushered out by Stephen, but the poor kid was almost as emotional as Tony about his little breakdown.

“Do you really think Mr. Stark means that?! I mean, he’s… he’s a little out of it, but…”

Stephen just sighed.

Nat had also poked her (rather nosy, Stephen thought) head in to see what was going on. But after a bubbly speech from Tony about the perfect curves of her body and how much he secretly adored her red hair, which was cut short by her threatening to knock Tony’s sense back into him in a rather unpleasant bodily area, she too was escorted out.

Steve and Bruce left eventually, Bruce after succumbing to total embarrassment from Tony’s increasingly lewd language and Steve after another spat with Strange, but Stephen stayed by Tony’s side. The excuse he gave was that he needed to monitor how the spell was progressing and to be on hand in case he was needed, but there was a deeper level of concern and care he harbored for the loopy man curled up in his bed.

Tony talked aimlessly to him, seeming almost dreamlike as he started at the ceiling in a happy daze. He chattered about the other residents of the compound, Steve, Bucky (“god, imagine what that metal arm could do”), Pepper (“Stephen have I told you about Pepper I love her so much, she’s my best friend in the whole wide world and her kisses are so nice, Stephen you should totally kiss her oh my god her lips—“) he Odinson brothers (“dude, can you imagine how impressive it would be if you managed to get with BOTH of them?? And I mean Loki is a total asshole but there’s something about him that’s, definitely kind of hot, I mean, I think I could forget New York for one night… and Thor, hmmm, he could make me feel worthy any time he wanted t—“ “Tony!”), T’challa (“I need to visit Wakanda again, their technology, oh man… years behind what I could do… and who could resist the King himself, oooo, those heart-melting EYES—“), and anyone else that seemed to cross his mind. It made Stephen laugh every time Tony went off on another spiel about something, but that made Tony giggle and get even more loopy and lovestruck, and nothing at all seemed to be helping the spell wear off.

After nearly a solid hour and a half of talking, though, Tony’s voice began to dwindle along with his energy and enthusiasm. Stephen watched as he coughed, his voice giving out on him, and sunk back into the bed.

“Tony? You okay? You feeling any better?”

“Maybe a little more… lucid,” Tony mumbled, rubbing his head. He looked tired, and just a touch… sad, perhaps?

“Do you remember everything?”

Tony frowned. “I jumped in front of Steve and Bruce to shield them. Next thing I knew I was on the floor. I said a lot.”

Stephen chuckled. “You sure did.”

Tony’s frown deepened. “I just… I love everyone, I love all you guys so much,” he mumbled, and Stephen paused, unsure if the last dregs of the spell had Tony in their grasp or he was still just a bit loopy and tired.

“We know, Tony.”

“No,” he murmured, insistently trying to push himself back up. “No, I care so much about everyone here. I’d do anything for you guys. I work late and research as much as I can and… I just—“

“We know, Tony,” Stephen said gently, reaching out to keep Tony from getting up. “We know you work and you care and you… honestly stretch yourself so thin. You don’t have to bear everyone else’s weight. You’re not Atlas. Sit back and rest, and just let us look after you for the day.”

Tony paused, his eyes big, soft. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Okay. I love you. Thank you for looking after me. You’re always so stoic and responsible, and you always do your hair so nicely, did I mention how hot those grey streaks a—“

“Okay! Okay, clearly that spell hasn’t worn off,” Stephen laughed, gently detaching Tony’s arms from his own. The smaller man looked perplexed and hurt at this show of pushing him away.

“But I love you!” Tony whimpered, reaching back up to hug Stephen, who gave in, rolled his eyes, and let it happen.

“Alright, tin can. Now just lie back and rest. Let that spell wear off.”

“I wanna go see everyone else,” Tony protested. “Did you see what Thor was wearing this morning? That nightgown? God I hope he’s still in it. That was hot. And—“

Stephen smiled wearily, pulling a blanket over a freshly chatty Tony. It was going to be a long rest of the day.

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

Queen of Hell

Request: “Hey could I get another request I loved your other one so yeah umm maybe the Avengers are having a movie night watching supernatural and Tony decides to see if summoning a demon is real and he summons the reader who’s the queen of hell and they find out the supernatural world like Sam and Dean and Cas and Crowley and stuff are real”

Warnings: none :)

A/n: holy crap, my first cross-over fic. it really sucks.

“Tony, this isn’t gonna work.” Steve sighed.

Tony shrugged, mixing together the different strange ingredients. “I may be a man of science, but I do enjoy screwing around. Who knows, maybe it’ll work.”

“Dude. It’s just a TV show.” ]

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

we come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun, where the hot springs flow

two very good special boys commissioned by my good buddy @jadefyre!! <8D

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

Reblog to save a Muslim

As you probably know, Punish A Muslim day is coming up on the third of April. Any Muslim who lives in England is in danger so please stay home. Don’t send your children to school. DON’T GO OUT on the 3rd of April. My non Muslim friends, please reblog this, one of your followers could benefit from it.

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sparklypuppy05

6 years ago

• Use the hand you write with.

• Make a fist with your thumb outside, not tucked inside. If it’s tucked inside your fist, when you punch someone, you might break your thumb. The thumb goes across your fingers, not on the side.

• Don’t be like in the movies—don’t aim for the face. Face punches don’t usually stop people, and you can miss when they duck their head or break your hand on their jaw. If you want to get away quickly, or end a fight, aim for the chest, or the ribs. If you really want to do some damage, e.g., you’re being attacked, aim for the throat, which will make it hard for your attacker to breathe for a hot minute.

• When you punch, you want to aim and hit with your first two knuckles. Not the flats of your fingers, and not your ring or pinky knuckles, which can break more easily. You can use your weight, if you’re on your feet, to add wallop, and spring into a punch with your feet and torso.

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