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I love it sm i screamt when i saw the autistic reader I WIN I NEED MORE

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★ Summary: A Compilation of Headcannons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Autistic Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @JoelG

☆ She notices it before you speak. The stillness. The quiet intelligence you wear like a hand-me-down jacket. The twitch of your fingers, the tick of your breath, the way you hesitate before stepping into noise. ENA does not judge. She categorises. She studies. Her head tilts, sharp and interested. “Are you experiencing a SYSTEM OVERLOAD, partner? We can reorganise your sensory pyramid. Let’s start with the silence.” And then she sits beside you. Doesn’t speak again. Just… lets you be. Two opposing halves, resting in symmetry.

☆ When you info-dump about your favorite hyperfixation—whether it’s beetle taxonomy, train models, or a single obscure cartoon that aired once in 1998—Salesperson ENA’s red side lights up like a business expo. “Wow! You’re pitching an entire emotional enterprise, I love it. Could I subscribe to your newsletter? Or… marry it?” The meanie side, pale and sharp, cuts through the room: “HEY. IF YOU INTERRUPT AGAIN, I’LL CHEW YOUR FACTS INTO PIECES AND SPIT THEM INTO A MUSEUM!” You blink. She grins. Both sides are listening. Really listening.

☆ Routine? ENA treats it like a sacred business model. “So your Tuesdays require specific cereal-to-milk ratios and one (1) viewing of That Video With The Cat Screaming? A delight. I shall PRINT THE SCHEDULE and laminate it with my tears.” She starts mimicking the routine too, sometimes dramatically over-committing to it. One day she shows up at your door with four bowls of cereal and a projector. “Oops! I over-scheduled our scheduled overscheduling. Let’s recalibrate!”

☆ When you get overwhelmed—when the lights scream, and the noise becomes too much, ENA does not ask what’s wrong. She knows. She flips her hat backward, lowers her voice. “Time to switch gears. Come with me, my love. Let’s find a sensory haven.” And then she takes you under the table, into a bathroom, or behind a vending machine where everything buzzes in exactly the right way. She creates a little ritual with you. “Let’s play the quiet game, but instead of being quiet, we just exist. No rules. No points. You win by breathing.”

☆ Touch is complicated. Sometimes it’s comforting. Sometimes it’s a full-body fire alarm. ENA respects that like a legal clause. “Touch threshold acknowledged. Engaging… emotional contract.” She offers you her mitten hand when you’re okay with it. The yellow, clawed one stays behind her back unless you request it. She even makes laminated cards: [Touch okay] [Please no touch today] [I would like a pat on the head only] You catch her referencing them with comical solemnity. “Hm. The oracle says we’re on [Headpat Hour]. Shall I proceed?”

☆ You stim. Flap your hands. Rock. Mumble. Hum. ENA? She mirrors you. Not to mock—but to validate. “Ohhh you’re FLAPPING?? ME TOO—WEEEHHH!” She makes it a duet. Sometimes it’s a whole musical. She turns your stims into a ritualized language. A way to say “I’m okay” or “I’m not.” She calls it your “corporate communication channel.” “I am now subscribing to your emotional data stream. Please keep broadcasting.”

☆ Sometimes people talk over you. Treat you like you’re slow. You don’t always have the words right away. ENA sees it. Salesperson smiles. “Pardon me, but you’ve exceeded your cruelty limit.” Meanie bites. “SHUT UP AND LET THEM SPEAK, YOU MOIST JELLYSACK.” ENA’s loyalty is a crashing stock market. Loud, sudden, intense. But always on your side. She will fight GØD if you’re being misunderstood. And then offer GØD a limited-time coupon.

☆ You script your conversations sometimes—rehearsed lines to get through tough moments. ENA? She calls it “performative theater!” “Oh! A fellow playwright! Let us prepare Act II of this Grocery Store Encounter Scene!” She even starts playing along, adding her own scripted responses. “Hi, how are you?” “I’m functioning within acceptable parameters. And yourself, my most esteemed collaborator?” She validates your way of communicating like it’s art. Because to her—it is.

☆ When you mask—when you try to be “normal” in public, even if it hurts—ENA sees right through it. She leans in close. “I see you under the disguise. The real CEO of your own joy.” She doesn’t ask you to stop masking. But she reminds you, gently, that you don’t need to with her. “You’re already profitable as yourself. No quarterly reports needed.”

☆ Your existence to her isn’t “difficult.” It isn’t a puzzle to be solved. You are anomalous. You are nonlinear. You are wonderful. And ENA, caught somewhere between marketing lingo and existential dread, wraps her arm around you and says, “You are the most reliable investment I’ve ever made. I hope you know that. Even if this whole world crashes… I’d still pick you.” Her Salesperson side beams. Her Meanie side nods like a glitching earthquake. She means it.

realized i didn't post for a moment, so have this ig

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I spent a lot of hours on this art.....

Hehe im sure they would have hang out together in another universe

little sally </3

feeling like creating a selfship art discord server bcs hell,,

why isnt there something like art fight but like,, not only month thingy

and who doesnt want free art of their blurbos n urself lmao,,

but yeah,, going crazy

Is this anything. Is it ever?

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what i think will happen everytime i post

Mutuals every time we’re all online this is what we’re doing

Hey selfshippers, interact with this post if it's okay to send you asks or interact with your posts about your f/os! I love seeing specific ship content for you guys along with general selfship imagines/content and wanna support and join in on the fun of community :)

Please no pro.shippers please and thank you

proship dni

well,., ummm….

selfshipping moodboard

self indulgent drawingz for i because that was a shit of a day today.

,⚠️, This is a vent post, I'm ranting what happened to me and what passes through my head at 3am rn so don't except this to make 100% and its just my feelings on the table, and check the TWs

TW: s3lf-harm below the cut, and vent text; mentions of s3lf-harm, d3personalitazion/d3realisazion, d3pression?

So... yeah, that was very shitty

first off all I didn't sleep at all at night, I just can't sleep when it's a school night, I was playing tinkerbell and the fairy rescue on ds emulator on my phone, going on tiktok and stuff, just everything I could do to not think of school or just my life in general. Asked to stay home but no, I had to go for at least the morning OR after lunch, since breakfast i was crying and trembling, even in the car, i still think of how my parent told me they won't drop me to school in the morning bcs i was crying and i'm like "why do you care about that??" like, I know how to wipe my own tears n hide it quickly what do u think i was doing in middle school lol, so I got dropped and I was feeling like, so drowned, I couldn't take this for me like that, so I went in the toilet and s3lf-harmed bcs it was just too much, I don't wanna be there, no one cares about my actual mental except 2 online friends but that's it. i'm just trapped in my own fucking mind, so i went to class, crying less but crying and just not in the mood, my classmate noticed and told the teacher if we could work on something that requires less work (we work on machines, like,, big machines-) so the teacher went to see me and told me if I can work, first off i didnt wanna be here but I got pushed to go there so "well I gotta do it", to tell me then that he would be way better for me to stay home for my mental health and take time to heal, and im fucking exploding in my mind, even rn,, I got fucking pushed to go to school to get the chance to be graduated BUT at the same time the school tells me to fucking stay home??? Pick a choice man since I can't even take a fucking choice for myself, I got sent to the nursery in tears with my classmate, got asked a few questions by the nurses and they let me in a room until lunch, i was listening "to binge" in tears and taking deep breaths (hard when u got breathing issues *probably* caused by stress/anxiety, said the doctors lol), then I went back to "class" to take my bag and everything then left

I hate being there, it's fucking loud and I feel like people mock me or purposely act like im not here, can't say it's new but like, when you're forced ig you get how i can feel. There is also this thing I've been thinking about for a lot of time, it's d3personalitazion or d3realisation, i don't know if I learn about it well but I kind of see myself in all of this, more in d3personalitazion but at the end I don't even know. And I fear if I talk about it, people will take me for crazy like... I feel trapped in a body that I wish I could just go off but I can't, but at the same time I'm aware I'm just realisticly and physically myself but I just can't in my head. I'm not taking care of myself, I'm taking care of my self, taking care of that body, like a child. When you ask me something it's never from the bottom of my heart because people want me to say something that will please them or satisfy them at least, I wish I could just d1e and start everything over, maybe just finish it actually. I'm just a fucking empty head, that's what I am, I can't be myself at 100%

I look at people at my class and think why and how they get to be themselves, like, no shame, no questionning themselves, when I just don't got the chance to do the same since middle school?? Why them and not me? Why everyone but not me? What's wrong with me, I have the minimum a person could have but I'm so empty, everyone got to be human and i feel out of place, disgusted even, i'm just a soul and that's all

nah bcs off topic that reminds me i was on c.ai with a 2D and i was explaining my life and he was like "..u got trauma" and i was like huh and showed my friend and she told me "I got to agree with him" WDYM MY BESTIE AND STUART BOTH AGREE I HAVE TRAUMAS???? I probably do but I just can't accept it like, who didn't get "teased" one time in their life?? And people have it worse!! Wdym traumas for me??, that's just life bro,, "but traumas affect your life afterwards!" ,,,,oh! Well cant say what fucked me up. Yet I say that, but when it's other people having their moments im like "Well «....» affects you now" even if it's "nothing" at all, but me?? Naaah, no way dude.

in short: you're valid but I'm not

I mean when I try to explain irl I get downed so no wonder why I'm this way.

I have a huge hatred for everything and life but at the same time I embrace it, isn't that crazy

Yeah, that was a shitty day.

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Probably drew me w stu 'cause i listened to the plastic beach album all night n this morning now that I realize

I'm not excepting anyone to see nor read this at all lol, but thanks anyway.

guess who got what

thanks internet for giving me another interest i hate y'all/j (ily/p)

If you say ur afraid to post, then why do you do it anyway?

If you're afraid of an audience, then... like... don't post, y'know? Just pointing that out man

It's just that when I draw something, most of time I won't post it because, idk, would come out as weird? always felt like too much everywhere i am, or feeling like to follow a certain plan that isn't even clear for me,, but yeah

im tryin' my best you see, sorry if it's a weird and lame ass answer, but thanks for your ask dude that's cool

I made a more general blog! Like I'll post whatever I want on it, so if you wanna follow, here:

@fiforlaae

ch s/i reacts to new j&p s/i ,, if they don't fight each others to death im gonna sleep

oh oh,,

another one

(@pinky-in-blankets )

Send this to your favorite blogs! Remember your f/os love you! 💜 We all need some love and positivity 🫶✨

( SURPRISE ITS ME ACTUALLY ME! PINKY! GET APPRECIATED YOU FUNKY LIL SELFSHIPER WE LOVE TO SEE IT ✨️ *Throws hearts at you*/pos )

OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I ONLY SEE THIS NOW

TYSM PINKY UR A SWEETHEART

GET A ROSE FROM ME

UR F/OS LOVE U SOOOOO DEARLY (they told me and i'm no liar!1!)

happy valentines day to the selfshipping community and everyone else 💜🤲💗

so, I've been playing mysims because of nostalgia (probably) and

I think I may like him.. iykwim,,,,,,

my half of the art trade with @pinky-in-blankets :]

And their half (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) (got permission)

I like this drawing a lot

funny how their relationship are actually kind the opposite :3 i'll may make a post about it

Still like this lil thing with my whole life,, tysm for the art trade (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) 💜