#adhd impulsivity is just wild sometimes

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

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[wonderlandwalker]

Second Chances | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox Summary: Eddie royally screws up your first date (read part 1 here) Content Warnings / Tags: fluff (i think), swearing, the worst luck ever, no use of y/n, henderson!reader, reader is described to have some freckles idk, prolly a lot of spelling errors that I'll fix later read now at your own will Word Count: 1.4k A/N: so I kinda went through some trauma this past month but I just started ADHD meds and surprise surprise they work. Still didn't proofread this and am purely posting it cause I literally just wrote all of it in one go and I have poor impulse control even the meds can't fix that

He was late, and he only knew he was late because Wayne had gotten home and wondered what he was still doing at home. Now normally Wayne wouldn't have bothered grilling the guy, but Eddie hadn't been able to shut up about this for a week. Turns out this day was the day the kitchen clock had decided to stop working, resulting in a TV remote being flung at it the moment Eddie realised, because, of course, it had to be today, of course, his luck would run out again. But Wayne wouldn't let him give up that easily, because as he said it: "fate can go fuck itself, go over there and grovel", which honestly wasn't such a bad idea. So here he was now, definitely speeding, definitely more nervous than he already was, and definitely praying to any god who would listen for help. Because this was your first date, a date he didn't think would happen in the first place and he has already managed to screw it up without even being there. In an after thought he came to the further realization that he definitely did not want to face Dustin any time soon, the boy had become oddly protective of you once his friends actually clued him in on what was happening, which was obvious to everyone -except as established Dustin- with the way Eddie's eyes would trail after you every time he managed to spot you. He was trying to hype himself up, talk some confidence into himself and find a good way to apologize, not that he thought there were any. But just as he turned the corner to your block he heard it, he heard the worst possible sound on earth at this moment, he heard the sirens to Hopper's car. For a sweet small second, he allowed himself to believe Hopper wasn't after him, there was someone else committing a traffic violation on the other side of the street. Yeah, that's exactly what was going on, on the other side of this very much empty street was a car with a bunch of teens hooking up and Hopper had turned on his siren as a warning so he could put his clothes back on. Thinking about it, that wasn't even such a wild idea, like, that has happened to him before, well, except for the empty street anomaly. Right, time to face the music: Eddie came to a stop only about a hundred meters away from your house and rolled down his window as Hopper approached. Eddie shook out face to rid himself of the nerves and turned on his best smile. "So what's your excuse this time?" The Police Chief began to ask. Eddie quirked up at the question "It's not like the other times Jim I promise." Hopper looked him up and down squinted his eyes at him, cocking his head down just the slightest bit "How many warnings have I given you this month kid?" Eddie sighed, he knew where this was going. "Two" "Which makes this?" "The third" Eddie answered, dragging out his words. "Third warning kid, gotta write you up today" Hopper began to grab the police pad in his back pocket to write up the incident report, but Eddie was not above begging, at least not currently. "Listen, Jim-, Mr Hopper-, Sir, you can give me the ticket but can you please give it to me sometime else-" he was frantically moving his hands while talking now "- I'll even come by the station and pick it up myself tomorrow morning first thing but I have to-" And of course, things had to get worse:

The gods hadn't listened to his hasty prayers, because he could see Dustin in your open front door attempting to push you outside while pointing at Eddie's van. And he could tell the moment you spotted him because he could feel a small nerve entering his system, he could feel your presence connecting with his. And Hopper was asking him to please step out of the car right now. So he did, he stepped out and saw you give him a small wave which he tried to return except Hopper was snapping him out of the trance you still had on him from the other side of the street. So Eddie gave it one last-ditch attempt "Hopper please" "Alright let's hear it, what's your excuse?" Eddie's eyes brightened with the bit of hope he had just grabbed. "I have a date" he tried to explain "A date with who?" The chief wasn't gonna admit it, but the kid had grabbed his interest. So Eddie started rambling about how you two had met and how it should be your first date and then he caught your eyes again and he couldn't hear it but his mind filled in the blanks as he watched your soft giggling while looking at the situation unfold and he felt all his tension drop out of his body at once, he felt at ease from the way your eyes searched his, instantaneously so. "Wait a second, Claudia's daughter?" Hopper was looking over at the porch now too as your mother came out of the house as well. "That's not a great first impression" "Tell me about it" Eddie was trying to ignore reality as hard as he could right now. "Alright here's what's gonna happen, giving you one more warning but it's coming out of your tolerance next month" Hopper had assumed his dad stance, a hand on his hip and the other pointed straight at Eddie, and if he hadn't been oh so terribly grateful right now he would have been tempted to make fun of him for it. "Yes, yes! Definitely that please!" Hopper released one last sigh before he spoke back up "Go on over there then" Eddie took the olive branch and ran away with it before he could change his mind. With his van performing some emergency parking down the road he ran over to you just as you shooed off Dustin, and now he stood face to face with you, he stood close enough to count the fading summer freckles on the bridge of your nose and to smell the perfume he had started associating with you, and he wanted more time to admire how well he could see you right now but he had more pressing business. "I'll make this up to you I promise" He knew his promise probably wasn't worth much, but he had to try anyway. He had already started internally debating if it was worth getting down on his knees to beg as a smile cracked on your face. "This is exactly what Dustin predicted would happen" You were full-on grinning now, and it took him a second to comprehend that you weren't upset, you were amused, and he was confused. "He what?" "When he found out we had a date this weekend he tried to convince me you'd be at least an hour late with the Hopper on your ass I'm just stunned at his accuracy" Maybe this really was his year after all "So you're not upset?" "I'm just upset I owe that nosy dipshit money now" And now Eddie was laughing too because you started asking him if he wanted to just skip his reservation which you guys had missed anyway and go to the drive-in because you had heard they were playing Monty Python. So Monty Python it was as he drove there and got both the sweet and the salty popcorn because he wasn't sure which you'd prefer and spent the rest of the evening what he'd say was the perfect time. But he wasn't done yet, he had promised to make things up to you and this was only the beginning for him, a beginning to many good times ahead.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Hello! Okay so this is my first ask!

Could you please do number 30 "If I told you that I didn't need you, well that would be a lie" from the pocket full of hope prompt list you recently posted for Stuart Scola and Sasha please?

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @noxytopy @district447 @stelacole @abby-splace

Companion piece to:

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Escapee - You and Stuart are reunited when a face from your past escapes from prison.

Safehouse - You and Stuart discuss moving forward now you're back in NY.

The Life You Could Have - You get a glimpse into the life you could have with Stuart.

You’ve been in the safe house for three days before you start to get restless. Stuart can see it in the way you pace the living room, tidying Jack’s toys, stacking the books in a neat alphabetised order.

This happens sometimes when you can’t go for a run or hit the boxing gym, that relentless energy you have, it starts to build and build inside you. It makes you impulsive, reckless.

“You’re going to leave aren’t you?” He asks you that night after he’s tucked Jack into bed. You’re drying the dishes on the draining board, putting each one back in its rightful place. Outwardly you’re the epitome of calm, but he knows you, knows your brain is going a mile a minute.

“It’s the only way to end it.” You tell him, folding the towel before you sigh placing your hands upon the surface of the counter. ��I’m not sure how much longer I can stand being cooped up like this, it feels like I’m trapped in my own skin.”

It’s the ADHD, you’ve never received an official diagnosis but Stuart sees it in you, he always has. He mentioned it a couple of years ago back before you got married and you conceded he was probably right. You hate the idea of being shoved into a neat little box so you handle it on your own and it works mostly…

Until you end up a position like this, trapped in a house without the usual mechanisms you use to cope.

“Sasha.” He says softly, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, trying to sooth you. “You just gotta hold out a little longer-”

“That’s not really how it works with me.” You remind him.

You may have been apart for a few years but he hasn’t forgotten the other way you deal with his feelings. His fingers thread in yours and he guides you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him so Jack doesn’t hear the noise. The way you fuck him that night, it’s wild, untamed. He’s forgotten that it can be like this with you, he’s forgotten how he can be when he’s with you. It’s bite marks and scratches, bruises that’ll last for days and finally it’s ecstasy, the most intense euphoria he’s had in a very long time.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s to an odd sense of unease. He runs his hand over the sheets to find your side of the bed empty and a cloying, ominous silence seeping through the house.

It’s then he sees the note propped up on the nightstand and his heart sinks because he realises the truth now, that last night wasn’t really about burning off that excess energy, it was really about saying goodbye.

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[warletscarlet]

Wild Kratts Headcanons

genuinely have no clue if this fandom is dead or not but I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole and it isn’t stopping. So anyway here we go! All of my hc’s are strictly platonic, Krattcest shippers back away rn 🤺. This is the 2D characters and not referring to the actual people! I know the characters are basically them but this is specifically for the cartoon. they’re all headcanons I either liked or had myself.

-Being as close as they are, Martin and Chris are very physically affectionate with one another (and with the Tortuga crew at times, but mostly the bros). They’re always giving each other hugs or leaning on the others shoulder, or Chris just straight up climbs onto Martin’s back/shoulders.

-With their friends, the boys are always giving them hugs, small shoulder touches, things like that. It’s their natural way of interacting with the people they care about.

-The Kratts have been found sleeping in trees various times (mainly Chris). At this point nobody questions it though they do get worried about him falling out and getting hurt.

-The Kratt Bros are also sometimes found sleeping in the same hammock, whether it’s in the Tortuga or hung up on a tree branch. They usually do this when the other has a nightmare or after partially tough missions (I.E:Flight of The Pollinators, Platypus Cafe, plus other episodes but these are the ones I heard about most and I haven’t gotten to watching too much of the show again yet). Touch is their love language and sometimes they need this to remind themselves the other is okay.

-Chris climbs basically everything. He loves climbing and if you took him to a rock wall climbing gym he’d have a field day. You can find him in the oddest places on the Tortuga.

-Aviva isn’t the most touchy person but will give hugs out of gratitude/happiness.

-The brothers share a single braincell. That is all.

-Jimmy has a very close relationship to his grandmother and was raised by her; which is why he knows all of her recipes.

-Aviva is like a mom friend. Not in the sense she’s motherly but in the sense she has to babysit two hyperactive brothers who are constantly running around/getting in trouble and breaking things.

-Martin can carry Chris no problem (on his back, shoulders or bridal style), but Chris cannot carry Martin on his back/shoulders for long. Though he can hold him bridal style (as we have seen.)

-The bros are huge nerds. If you ask them about animals they will talk for HOURS about them.

-Koki is downright fabulous and can rock anything. Don’t @ me.

-Martin has ADHD and Chris has autism. Martin fidgets, gets distracted easily, and can act impulsively (though reels Chris in when Chris is the one being impulsive). He tends to run off during creature adventures. He has combined presentation ADHD and Martin also has a tendency to forget to charge his creature pod.

-As for Chris, he has autism. He doesn’t recognize social cues and corrects people when he thinks they’re wrong about something, and doesn’t realize when they’re annoyed with him for it. He also can be pretty blunt. And he has to keep things organized, such as how he organized all of his creature disks and hates them being moved out of place.

-Chris, out of everyone, cusses the most. He doesn’t around the Wild Kratt Kids but he will when with the crew/his brother. He has definitely called Zach a motherf*cker and Aviva and Martin found it hilarious.

-The Tortuga Gang have frequent movie nights, but they will never watch a movie where an animal dies with the brothers. They WILL cry.

-After the Tazzy Incident, Chris still has some Tazzy traits. Mostly just sharper canines but also more sensitive senses. He can’t hear, smell and see are well as he could when in tazzy form but it’s definitely increased from normal. His eyes also do that thing cat eyes do when they’re in the dark and the light hits them. Has 100% given Martin heart attacks and absolutely has used it to mess with Zach.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 14: Maridun

A/N: Sorry this is later than I planned but this weekend was a wild whirlwind of ADHD impulsivity and RSD about my writing. Girlrotting.

Warnings: None I think. Fluff, cuteness, just Tech and Stitch being Tech and Stitch.

Word Count: 6.1k+

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Tagging: @dreamqueenkala @ravenclawbitch426 @highlylunar

This was massive, for both of you. You were out in a busy market, clutching the strap of your bag as you continuously fought down the urge to scream at people who came too close and Tech was walking with his brace over uneven ground.

The pair of you stayed close to one another, continuously bumping shoulders, Tech covered your back and sometimes you found yourself leaning into him. Your senses were heightened, feeling everything about Tech including his concern for you. Someone accidentally stepped backwards into you and his hands came up to stop you stumbling.

You wanted this whole experience to be over with except you couldn’t do that to Tech. He was looking at everything, enjoying the Ord Mantell sun on his skin and breathing the air deeply. This was revitalising for him.

Forcing yourself to carry on you bought some supplies and ordered some medical equipment to be delivered. Your heart was erratic, fluttering and throbbing until Tech touched your arm and you spun round to face him.

“My sensors indicate you are struggling to regulate your heartbeat. Your breathing is shallow and I can see you are….” His gaze lowered as he made a fist with his hand and then opened it to copy the motion you were making around the straps of your bag.

“I’m ok,” you breathed, hands wringing the strap as you studied the comforting shape of his helmet.

“I conclude you are not being completely truthful. If this is too much we can return.” His voice was slightly automated by the vocoder giving it a tone you hadn’t heard in a while. He sounded like himself.

“I can’t let my anxiety cut this short for you, Tech.”

“You should not put yourself in situations you are not comfortable with on my behalf.” He searched your face, eyes narrowing behind the goggles as he observed you. “Is there something I can do to alleviate your symptoms?”

“Um…” hold me? Take my hand? Encompass me with your sense of self? You were shocked by the reaction, not really one to seek out touch as a comfort first. Your mouth opened uselessly as you tried to form together an appropriate reply when his attention was drawn to a spot just behind your shoulder.

“Lookin’ good, Tech!” Wrecker shouted through the crowd, Omega beaming as she rode his shoulders. Hunter pulled off his helmet, giving you a nod in greeting.

“Where is Echo?” Tech asked.

“Nice to see you too!” Wrecker growled in mock sadness and Omega giggled, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Echo is back at the ship,” Hunter explained. “Refuelling for the next mission.”

“Mission?” You could sense Tech’s instant interest, the optimistic uptick to his tone and everyone cast a glance at everyone else.

“Ask me,” you demanded, planting a hand on your hip.

“It’s nothing drastic,” Hunter started.

“We need Tech’s…” Wrecker waved his hands around like he could grab the word he was looking for out of the air.

“Expertise?” Omega offered.

“Yeah! Yeah.” You glanced up at Tech, finding him already gazing hopefully at you.

“What is it?” You hoped it was nothing you’d have to say no to. These guys had been apart for far too long and he was itching to get back to his squad.

“A village is being plagued by…butterflies,” Hunter said a little awkwardly.

“Butterflies?” Tech asked, spitting the word out through his helmet.

“A friend of Cid’s has asked for help and apparently this is the best use of our time,” Hunter crossed his arms, brow furrowing and his swift sense of annoyance wasn’t something he could hide from you.

“I can’t wait to see them,” Omega gushed, clearly the only excited one of the group. “I’ve never seen a butterfly up close before.”

“Sounds boring,” Wrecker grumbled.

“No blaster fights?” You asked.

“I don’t think so,” Hunter replied.

“No explosions?” Wrecker rolled his eyes and Hunter shook his head.

“A nice easy mission that Tech would probably enjoy.”

“Actually,” Tech held up a finger letting everyone know he was going to make a point. “I prefer noisy fauna that I can record. A butterfly does not offer much in that way and therefore, I am a little disappointed you would come to this conclusion.” Hunter sighed at his brother and you smiled, seeing what he’d tried to do.

“Tech, they’re trying to get me to allow you back into space. But if you don’t want to go…”

“NO!” Four sets of no bombarded your ears and people turned to look at you all because of the noise.

“Well then. Is there room for one more?” Silence greeted your question and your smile faltered for a moment.

“You want to come with us?” Omega asked. “Can you do that?”

“I don’t see why that would be a problem,” Hunter said as he glanced up at Wrecker who had a goofy grin on his face.

“I’ve missed havin’ Stitch around.”

“It is a sound idea,” Tech said firmly. “I am still having physio,” he announced needlessly and you could feel the heat in your face at such a statement.

“That settles it then. We leave before the rotation is over. See you back at the ship.” Hunter put his helmet back on and gave Tech a pat on his shoulder as he walked past; Omega waved happily, her little face beaming and Wrecker gave Tech a good natured shove that had Tech falling into you by accident. He sighed with slight irritation and righted himself quickly.

“We should head back,” you suggested and he gave you a quick nod, already tapping away on his datapad.

You walked back in silence, thankful to be leaving the busy market. The crowds thinned out, allowing you room to lengthen your strides. It wasn’t until you felt the presence that had been at your back disappear, that you realised you’d left Tech behind. Quickly turning you hurried back, his eyes were wide as he leaned against a wall, head bowed and a hand hovering over his leg.

“Tech! I’m so sorry!”

“My pain medication seems to be wearing off,” he gasped through the helmet. Your hands were shaking, appalled that you had been so wrapped up in yourself you forgot about your patient. Letting out a frustrated noise you abandoned trying to open your bag.

“You’ve overdone it. Lean on me.”

“The brace is sufficient,” he claimed but you shook your head.

“I need to touch you to lessen the pain.” He stared at you for a moment, his eyes blinking slowly as he realised what you’d just said.

“You can do that?”

“Trust me,” you murmured, dipping under his arm and leaving him no choice but to accept your help. His armour pressed against your body and you much preferred him without it for something like this. Curling your fingers round his side you concentrated.

Sounds muted, drifting to the background as you zeroed in on Tech alone. The subtle whoosh of his heart beat matched with yours, beating in unison as your breath echoed in the stillness. His aura permeated yours, creating that bubble of calm you always sought so desperately and could barely achieve.

You felt him relax, the tension drained from him as you took on his pain, the throb of it in your own thigh and then you just, let it go. His emotions were right there, the warmth of his kindness, the spike of surprise as he felt the effect of your power and something else that felt sheltered and secretive, a feeling you couldn’t put a name to.

“That, is fascinating.” He whispered in awe. “Is this a skill you have recently acquired?” You urged him to walk, satisfied that he limped less and didn’t lean on you so much.

“I think it’s something I’ve always done.” Tech’s helmet tilted, his eyes glancing at you as he listened. “I have always had a gift for healing. The Academy became my home when he left me there, I lived there for a time before I began to train.” You cleared your throat before continuing. “They couldn’t explain my natural affinity with healing. People I tended to healed faster, there was no explanation. I had no idea what I was doing, I just assumed I was…good.”

“It does explain certain things,” he said to himself. “I calculated my recovery time and I am already weeks ahead of schedule. And it is not the bacta. Hunter’s ribs healed faster than they should have, he certainly seemed to think so anyway. Wrecker’s burn…”

“Maybe it’s why the Trandoshans wanted me.”

“You would certainly be an asset to anyone that owned you.” Putting his arm down, you reached and activated the door, the pair of you walking into the medbay. Tesama greeted you both and Beetoo was going around cleaning some bays that had recently been used.

“An asset indeed,” you murmured.

It felt good to be in your armour again. Tech and Echo had tweaked the colouring at some point, the skull had been covered, as had the boys ones and your red was covered with orange to match the Batch. Omega was talking your ear off as she sat next to you, her eyes wide absorbing the sight of Tech shooting you all into hyperspace, legs swinging happily off the edge of the seat.

“…and so then, we entered the cave and the floor was covered in bones!” She finished dramatically, wiggling her fingers and widening her eyes. Echo sighed and covered his face with his hand.

“They weren’t bones,” he groaned.

“They were! Weren’t they Wrecker?!”

“What?” He shouted.

“The bones!” She shouted down the ship.

“Aw, yeah! Loads of ‘em.”

“I think that is highly doubtful, judging by Echo’s reaction,” Tech said and Omega stuck her tongue out only for Hunter to catch her in the act and put his hand over her face much to her surprise.

“They were! I swear!” She insisted.

“They were dried husks,” Hunter rumbled, ruffling her hair lightly. “Nothing more.” She pouted and slumped in her seat with her arms crossed.

“Bones sound better,” she grumbled. You grinned and got up, stretching a little as you got used to the feel of the armour moving with you. As a medic you’d been wearing comfortable clothes, but they were all loose fitting with pockets and made of thin material. Now you were in a skin tight bodysuit, pouches hung off your belt and they bounced lightly as you walked. Wrecker was laying on a bunk, his groan low as he tried to contain it.

“Wrecker?” You approached, sensing he wasn’t completely himself.

“Oh, hey Stitch.” He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Can I touch you?” Your fingers danced in the air, feeling things that no one else could as you stretched towards him.

“I thought you didn’t like that,” he looked worried, eyeing your hand like it was a snake about to bite him.

“I don’t like people touching me, when I’m…”

“Havin’ a moment?” He filled in and you nodded. “Ok.” You gently pressed your hand against his upturned palm, feeling his discomfort and you instantly knew what the problem was.

“Sit on the chair and I can adjust your neck again.” Wrecker couldn’t move fast enough, settling himself in the chair and spinning it. He faced the back of it so you had unhindered access to his neck and you felt along the tense plane of his shoulders.

“What’s happening here?” Hunter asked with a hint of amusement drawing the attention of everyone in the cockpit.

“Oh, just you wait, boss.” Wrecker had a self satisfied grin on his face as he waited for you to start.

“This again,” Tech said with a wrinkle of his nose and the middle finger was used to push up his glasses. “I have to say the noise surprised me last time.”

“Noise?” Hunter cocked his head as you readied yourself. “Stitch…”

CRACK!!

Wrecker grunted in pure bliss but Hunter flinched, his hand going to his blaster just like Tech’s had the first time you did this.

“Easy,” you murmured, but not overly sure if it was for Wrecker or Hunter. Your fingers spread, gripping tightly as you snapped Wrecker’s head round, almost embarrassed by the noise that came out of his mouth.

“What the—!” Echo appeared in the cockpit doorway with Omega pushing past.

“It is not something I find particularly comfortable,” Tech said with a faint shudder.

“Feel s’good.” Wrecker told them, his speech relaxed.

“What are you doing?” Hunter had a demanding tone to his voice but he could clearly see you weren’t hurting his brother.

“Wrecker carries more weight than you lot do, his body is under extra strain and therefore it shifts out of alignment easily.” As you explained you dug deeply into his shoulders, needing away any knots you found. “His joints need correcting, otherwise he’s prone to headaches, painful joints, pinched nerves…” you looked up to see them all staring at you, Tech still with an expression of muted horror.

“I love having Stitch on board!” Omega broke the silence with a beaming smile and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“There you go big guy. Should be good for a bit.” You backed up as he rose, rolling his shoulders and moving his neck from side to side.

“Aw, yeah. That’s better,” he growled. “Can I…?” He held his arms out and you nodded. Wrecker was gentle as he wrapped his thick arms around you, giving a squeeze as your feet lifted off the floor.

“At least he asked this time,” Tech muttered sullenly. “First time for everything.”

“So where are we actually heading?” You asked. Tech, who was sat in the pilot's seat, working on something that looked suspiciously like a set of headphones. His fingers expertly twisting the wires before he closed the casing. Gods, you could watch him all day fiddle with anything.

“We have charted a course for a planet called Maridun,” he responded absently.

“Never heard of it.” You leaned back and waited for the inevitable info dump as Tech drew a breath in.

“A temperate planet in the Outer Rim. Its primary terrain is grasslands, wide expanses of savannahs and plains. Used to be home to a Separatist Outpost but the Empire doesn’t seem so interested in them just yet.” He flipped the device over, the streaking lights of hyperspace illuminating you both in its cool glow.

“But you think there are things of interest on the planet?” You’d seen him barely leave his datapad since he found out where you were going, doing his usual pre-mission research.

“Correct. From what I have read the fauna is somewhat intriguing. Corinathoths, for example, are beasts of a sizeable nature, sporting large spikes that protrude from the joints of their legs. No doubt to protect from predators.”

“You’ve seen them before?” You asked, crossing your legs and leaning forward, your hands fiddling with the top of your greaves.

“Unfortunately, no. I have only read about them.”

“So the predators would have to be bigger than these…Corinathoths?” Tech looked up and gave you a lopsided smile, letting you know the word was correct.

“Not necessarily. The predators of Maridun are avian quadrupeds. There was a report mentioning their ferocity once in the Republic Archives. But since the Empire took over…” he trailed off and you knew he hated that information was being erased for no reason. “Mastiff phalones. They hunt in packs it seems and therefore the spikes would prevent them overwhelming such large creatures without some casualties.” He held up the headset, turning it over in his long fingers before turning his seat round to face you. “Can you try this on for me?”

“Um…sure.” You stood and he rose with you, the faintest grimace on his face and you saw he kept his leg out straight. You expected him to hand you the headset but to your surprise he widened it to go over your head; settling comfortably on your ears.

You gazed up at him, drinking in his concentrating face as he gently swept strands of hair back behind your ears and adjusting the pads so they sat perfectly over your ears.

Every brush of his fingertips had you nibbling your lower lip, your skin feeling like it wanted to peel from your body as the hairs all over it stood on end. He seemed unaware of your heightened reaction, pressing some buttons on the side and soon you forgot everything.

The purrgil song played directly into your ears and your eyes widened in shock. His lips moved, a frown marking his face but you couldn’t hear him. He went to take it off but you stopped him, encircling his wrist gently as a smile began to curl along your lips. Tech fidgeted with his goggles and he searched your features, the frown finally relaxing.

You stood there for a few moments, your eyes closing at the beautiful song that sang in your mind, banishing every thought and feeling only to replace it with a sense of peace. Tech’s wrist flexed a little in your grip but you didn’t have the heart to let him go, feeding off his energy as it weaved with your own. A dance only you could feel as strands of yourselves twisted together.

Tech delicately touched your wrist making your eyes flutter open. He didn’t speak, using his eyes to point to your grip and you loosened it. Your gaze grew wider as he balled his fist up, resting it in your palm and spreading his long fingers slowly along yours. The touch was teasing, creating ripples to echo down your arm and you were sure you gasped because his gaze immediately went back to your face. He held up his other hand, fingers flexing in the ever changing light and you carefully placed your palm against his. Pressing your gloves together and connecting on a level you hadn’t achieved before.

Your chest was heaving, the calmness tingled with a sense of expectancy, it tickled down your spine and you shivered. Your gaze was drawn to look out of the Marauders canopy, picking out the shadows that seemed to haunt your hyperspace travel. Shapes of the purrgils bled through the hyperspace lights and you watched with a sense of wonder.

Tech followed your gaze, surprise reflecting behind his goggles as you both stood there in silence, palms pressed together until your fingers slipped, curling over his knuckles.

Tech looked down at the motion, his eyes tracking over the way your fingers were relaxed and he tried to copy the motion, gingerly bending his over the back of your hand.

“Tech!” You weren’t sure how loud you were being, the purrgils were still singing in your ears but he looked up. You broke the connection with your right hand, pointing to a small shadow about the same size as the Marauder. It was a calf, pushing its curious way towards the ship you felt Tech tense and draw closer to you. Absently you put a hand on his chest, eyes still gazing in wonder at the baby as it peered at the ship. “It’s ok,” you whispered. Sure enough the shadows disappeared as quickly as they came.

You squeezed his hand, feeling him give you a squeeze back before he untangled himself. His large hands came up to take the headset off and you relinquished it regretfully. Already you missed the pocket of peace it gave you and with it, Tech’s closeness.

“What is that?” You whispered.

“I have created this to help you with your meditation. I am assuming it helped you relax?”

“Yes. I’ve never…that was amazing,” you replied.

“It is so you can have peace on the ship, I added a noise cancelling feature because Omega talks a lot.” You glanced into the darkness of the hold, knowing that all of them were sleeping back there. Well, nearly all of them. You felt Hunter’s awareness in the dark and you wondered if he sensed the closeness of the purrgil like you had.

Tech was busy tweaking the inner circuits, making them spark a couple more times before closing the casing once again and pressing buttons on the side.

“Thank you, Tech.” You were genuinely moved by such a gesture from him, it made your heart skip and you were on the verge of telling him how you really felt. Wouldn’t it be so easy to finally spill the desperation that filled you, the ache of yearning for him to be something more to you? So easy. But you hesitated, knowing now was not the time nor the place.

“It is no trouble. Merely an understanding of how to put these things together and having the right tools.” He took a breath, his fingers slowing. For a second you watched his face, hoping maybe he’d tell you what was on his mind as his rich honey brown eyes flickered to where you were standing.

“Don’t you two sleep?” A tired voice said from the doorway and Tech almost jumped out of his skin, his hands jerking suddenly at the sound of Hunter’s voice.

“You know why I don’t sleep,” you told him, unruffled by his sudden appearance. “You’ve witnessed that for yourself.” Tech nearly broke his neck to stare at his brother, his eyes dragging to you and back to Hunter as he tried to work out the meaning behind your words.

“You still need some,” Hunter retorted, running a hand through his hair before replacing his bandana. “The bunk is free.” You sighed and moved past him, you knew an order when you heard one.

“Tech needs sleep too,” you told Hunter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am.” He watched you walk past and get into the bunk that he had just vacated. Frowning at his feet he concentrated on the sound of your breathing and within minutes it had levelled out. Satisfied you were asleep he activated the door to the cockpit and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Leaning casually on the console he wondered how he could bring this up with Tech. He watched his brother attach the headset to his datapad, no doubt downloading some more sounds onto it for you.

Hunter frowned to himself and pulled his knife free. His fingers weaved the blade with precision as he picked out things to say but it was Tech that broke the silence with a huff.

“I get the distinct impression you wish to speak to me?” Hunter stopped the blade mid move, his fingers pinching the blade.

“I do.” Hunter pushed the blade home and turned the chair to face Tech, crossing his arms. “I feel we need to catch up. It was pretty much radio silence with you in the medbay.”

“There was no need to feel concerned. I was well looked after.”

“Well, I can see that,” Hunter said with a suggestive tone, changing his position to rest an elbow on his thigh and a hand on the other, tilting his body towards Tech. “It’s been over two months. It’s only natural you would…gravitate.”

“We are not celestial bodies, Hunter. To what are you implying?” Tech adjusted his goggles, fingers curling around the rims and Hunter gave a half smile as he exhaled a huff through his nose.

“Nothing. I’m glad you two are friends,” he finished a little stiffly. Tech nodded, once again buried in his task. “She’s right though. You need to rest.”

“I have rested a considerable amount the past couple of months. I am enjoying being back here and occupied,” Tech admitted in a quiet tone.

“All right,” Hunter stood up and put a hand on Tech’s shoulder. “Hasn’t been the same without you.”

You stepped off the ship, your HUD almost devoid of information as it had nothing to register except the rolling plains of yellow grass. The sunlight beat down and you could hear the sound of some fauna drifting through the helmet. Small insects buzzing and calling was the only evidence of their existence.

“The village is a couple of klicks that way,” Tech announced as he consulted his datapad.

“Why are we so far out?” Wrecker moaned.

“So the ship is hidden,” Echo told him. “In case there are Imperial scouts we don’t know about.”

“Oh. Makes sense,” the big clone mumbled.

“Omega,” Tech’s tone stopped her mid-step and she glanced up at him. “Stay close, anything could be hiding in the grass.”

“Ah, yeah.” She backed up into Hunter, clutching her bow as she eyed the tall grass nervously.

Echo sealed the ship up, giving you time to remove your helmet and tilt your face towards the sun. A soft sigh expelled from between your lips and you felt so much lighter, closing your eyes and just taking a moment to bask. It was revitalising. This is what you imagined when Rex said stand in the sun and meditate, this feeling of weightlessness, comfort and warmth.

The boy's voices washed over you, lost in the ripple of the breeze and the swish of the long grass. Absently you reached up, brushing the underside of the tree leaf and you cocked your head, listening. The vibrations that trembled at your fingertips were strong, humming with the contentment of someone welcoming you back. Wrapped up in an embrace so cosy, so safe. Automatically your mind went back to when you felt this before…

Are the trees singing again, Ad’ika?

“Stitch.” Blinking quickly, Tech came into focus and your hand dropped heavily to your side. “Am I interrupting?” He was staring curiously at you, his eyes tracking over your relaxed features as you gave him a grin, but your fingers twitched at your side, itching to feel the vibrations again.

“No, I’m just realising what Rex meant.” You were attuned to Tech more than the others, you could feel the tiny shift in his mood at the mention of Rex but you had no idea what it meant. “Are we going?”

“Stitch! Tech!” Hunter beckoned you over to the edge of the grass plains. “Keep your eyes open, weapons drawn. Stay close,” he demanded of Omega and she nodded, her bow already partially drawn. Hunter made a motion and the boys tightened ranks, keeping you and Omega in the centre. Wrecker brought up the rear, his blaster drawn as he covered you all.

Tech had his vambrace open, his helmet moving from side to side as he surveyed everything around him. You could see from his datapad that he was recording, occasionally holding it up to get a better sound. He still limped, relying heavily on the leg brace to get him through the walk and you did a mental check of what was in your backpack and pouches that could help him.

Echo walked casually along, his kama moving against his legs and you sidled up to him. He glanced at you, unable to read his expression through both of your helmets as he cocked his to the side.

“How is your scomp?” It had been a few weeks since Echo had been in your office with his sandy predicament.

“No complaints,” he told you. You watched the way his vitals appeared on your screen seeing he was nice and relaxed. Your attention turned to Omega, the vitals adjusting for her slightly faster heart rate and elevated temperature. She was excited as she shadowed Hunter through the grass. He swept his knife out through the stalks, parting them with his hand when they became too thick.

“How far?” Asked Wrecker

“Not far.” Tech replied. We should…” he was cut short when Hunter held up his hand, drawing the group to a halt. Everyone crouched, except Tech who spun to put his back against a nearby tree. You heard the grunt that came from him through the com in your helmet and you eyed him cautiously. The vitals on your visor changed, he had a slightly elevated heart rate and you caught the way his fingers flexed uncomfortably over his thigh. The number for his breathing flashed red as his breath hitched and you risked crawling closer to him.

Hunter trailed his fingers in the dirt, Omega’s bow created a purple glow in the middle of the group and Echo’s blaster was already in his hand. You reached a hand towards Tech, placing your palm just above his knee pad to absorb the worst of it. He accepted the way you filtered his pain away with a soft sigh of alleviation.

“Up ahead,” Hunter whispered through your com channel. Tech pulled his binocs free and scanned the surrounding area.

“I see five Mastiff Phalones,” he announced with a whisper. “They have caught our scent.”

“Let’s find some cover,” Hunter suggested. “They will have a harder time surrounding us.” You stood, wrapping an arm around Tech, hearing the hiss of his leg brace as he stepped. Your position was circled by the boys, Tech at your side with both blasters in his hands.

“Two o’clock…” Hunter whispered. Echo backed up slightly when the beast materialised from the tall grass.

You began to shake, your own weapon, a dead weight in your hands as you stared at the creature. They had the heads of birds, wicked curved beaks and fierce yellow eyes that locked onto the group. Blue streaks lined the side of their faces and down their bald necks, leading to thick black plumage that covered their backs. Front legs, scaled and clawed stepped carefully forward. The back of them reminded you of a wolf, lean and furry but ending in more aviation like claws.

They surrounded the group, forcing you back against a large tree trunk that you felt through the material of your gloves. Wrecker stepped forward with a snarl, his blaster trained on the nearest one that snarled back.

You weren’t sure who attacked first, only seeing the flurry of movement and the explosion of blaster first that flashed across your HUD. The noises sounded so loud in your helmet, the cries of the creatures and the brief communication between the boys. You tried to raise your weapon to fight but Tech planted himself before you, his own firing off rapidly until the clearing was empty. The whole encounter took less than 30 seconds.

“They’re gone,” Hunter stayed in his ready stance, blaster resting on his wrist and his knife settled in his hand as he looked around.

“We should continue,” Tech said. “The village is barely 0.5 klicks away.”

“What even are these?” Wrecker asked as he nudged a dead one with his boot.

“Something we don’t want to encounter again,” Echo replied dryly as they began to move away as a group. You lengthened your stride to catch Hunter up and he cast a quick glance at you.

“You all right?” He asked quietly.

“Yes. Well no. Back there…” you swallowed, your glance casting over the screen grateful he couldn’t see how awkward you were being behind the mask.

“What about it?” He prompted you gently.

“We never got round to training me.”

“Hmm.” He seemed to think for a moment. “We can, now Tech is on the mend.”

“I feel so useless,” you admitted bitterly.

“Stitch,” he came to an abrupt stop which you copied, looking up into his helmet as he cocked his head slightly. “You are not useless.”

“We are here.” Tech pushed past you both, breaking through the trees to reveal a small village laid out beneath you at the bottom of the hill. “I now see what they mean by, invasion.” Standing next to Tech you gasped at the sight before you.

Butterflies of every hue littered the rooftops. Most basked in the sun, their bright colours glinting in the light. Others fluttered around in clouds, dipping and weaving as they chased their tails. A vast number of them stretched across fields and lined fences. You watched as people tried to shoo them away, only coming up like a puff of smoke to settle somewhere else.

You could hear the hubbub of the village as though a thousand people were whispering at once and you knocked gently on the side of your helmet, wondering if it was com distortion.

“This is what we’re here for?” Wrecker grumbled.

“I think they’re beautiful!” Omega gasped.

“Beautifully boring.”

“Speak for yourself, Wrecker.” Tech didn’t wait as he made his way towards the village, vambrace open once more and his nose almost pressed against the screen of his datapad. Hunter shook his head, a little chuckle coming through as he watched his brothers and you could tell he was happy to have his squad back together.

Removing your helmet you noticed the village noises didn’t lessen. Frowning a little you couldn’t work out how the few people you could see were making this much noise. The constant chatter whispered in the shell of your ears and you wiped a hand over them as you followed the rest of the group.

They let themselves be known to the leader of the village, a grumpy looking old man with a shock of white hair and grey eyes. It turned out some refugees from the war had made a home here, trying to escape the Empire and slip under the radar.

“Of course if we had known this was going to happen we wouldn’t have settled here,” J’ton said angrily as he gestured to the butterflies. Omega was crouched down peering at some on the floor, her brown eyes wide with wonder. “They’re a beacon to our position! Cid mentioned she knew an entomologist, I didn’t realise she’d send…all of you.”

“I am not an entomologist, but I do know these creatures,” Tech said as he glanced around. “They are Carrier Butterflies.”

“What do they carry?” Wrecker muttered as he swiped a hand at one that got too close. “Patitites?”

“Messages,” Tech answered. “They were used during the Clone Wars as they were not so easily intercepted or jammed. Unlike a transmission.”

“That’s great,” J’ton frowned. “But what do we do with them now?” You lost the train of the conversation as one of the butterflies drifted before you. It was bright royal blue with black edging on its wings, long legs tucked under its body and a tail that flowed with each wing beat. Your gaze fixed on its multifaceted eyes, drawing you in, the sensation of something lucrative just beyond your touch making you want to reach out.

Flattening your palm you felt a thrill as it stretched out its legs and settled delicately in your hand. The antenna waved about, little hairs on the ends fluttering as it seemed to lean towards you.

“Well aren’t you stunning,” you whispered.

“Stunning nuisance!” The butterfly took off quickly at the gruff voice. “We’ve tried eradicating them but they seem clever,” you heard J’ton say. Tech’s reply was lost as you walked over to Omega and knelt on the ground beside her.

“Why would they want to kill them?” She whispered. “It makes me sad.”

“Hopefully we can show them a better way.”

“If anyone can, Tech can.” Both of you looked back at the group, Wrecker had kicked his helmet up to his forehead, blaster thrown over his shoulder as he followed the conversation. Hunter had his tucked under his arm, gesturing with his free hand as he tried to placate the village leader. Tech still had his helmet on, his gaze swinging from side to side, datapad in hand as he listened. Echo stood a little way from the group, facing away from them as he looked back up the hill towards the direction of the Marauder.

Leaving your helmet with Omega you approached Echo, letting your presence be known with a sigh. “You sound as irritated as Wrecker,” he commented but you shook your head.

“It’s beautiful here. It’s a real change from being stuck in the medbay all this time.” He turned to look at you, a noise of hesitation falling from his helmet.

“I should have considered that.”

“It’s ok. Even I forget what I’m missing sometimes. So long I spent cooped up, trapped in the bindings of my captors…at least I don’t have the threat of violence and more scars being added to my body.”

“You never know with Cid,” he joked lightly and you smiled briefly. “So…training, huh?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll be able to use this thing accurately,” you gestured to the blaster on your hip. Echo turned to place a hand on your shoulder, he patted you lightly.

“Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a while unless Tech can come up with a solution within the next hour.” You heard the touch of aggravation in his voice but the next time he spoke, it was gone. “We’ll sort you out.” He went to join Omega leaving you with a lingering sense of restlessness. Echo didn’t want to be here.

[palettepainter]

Can we get some more funky facts about Lazer? I just think he's so adorable and cool!!!

(Give him a sec he's buffering-)

-It's easy to get him flustered if you know the right things to say. His fans often compliment him so he's fairly good at keeping his cool when he's on the clock, but he finds terms/petnames like cute/cutie/adorable/beautiful/handsome very intimate so he's more likely to stammer a little if you call him that (this is especially so if it's coming from someone he likes or looks up too)

-He and his sister Penny are the most aware of their problems. Lazer's faults are that he can be blinded by impulsiveness sometimes thanks to his ADHD, which can lead to him saying/doing stuff without properly thinking them through before hand. He also has a habit of running on energy drinks and highly caffeinated foods and drinks which then leads him to crash so many hours later. Lazer tries to combat this by switching his coffee/energy drinks out for tea to help relieve stress and anxiety and taking power naps when he can

-Him and Penny both have awful sleep schedules that they're trying to fix. Lazer plays more at DJ gigs late in the evening that can sometimes last until the early hours of the morning, and Penny often pulls all nighters thanks to her completion attitude with work. They're what you could call the night owls of the family

-Lazer's had his heart broken a lot thanks to past relationships. When his career was first taking off a lot of people got with him just for his reputation and money, most of her partners assumed he was dumb as he was still new in the big world that makes up the music industry. In general Lazer is also very trusting and easy going, so tended to overlook things that concerned him back in the day because he thought he was overthinking. Penny has had to deal with the teary aftermath of his breakups, which often means escorting a drunk Lazer away from a confused bartender and letting him sleep on her sofa for the night

-Him and Penny are actually super close despite them often having those typical sibling disputes

-Drinks his I Respect All Genders juice religiously

-Has some WILD drunk stories (Lazer: So I'm sitting there, barbaque sauce on my titties-

Rand: What the actual fuck-)

-While he stims through tapping his fingers, humming and rocking back and fourth (in general when he's sitting still he'll be moving in some way: like tapping his fingers, bouncing his leg or rocking) he has a habit to chew his fingers when he's especially upset or nervous. It was the worst when he hit puberty, Penny brought plasters for his fingers

-Cockatoo's are his favourite animal

-Him and Penny love Mama Mia they binge it together when they're both feeling burnt out and unmotivated

-He's sort of protective of all of his other girl cousins, it's a older cousin/big bro sort of protectiveness which sparked even since Penny asked to be referred to by female pronouns. Penny experienced some hate through her transitioning and that sparked Lazer's protectiveness over the other girls in his family

-Speaking of which he probably cried more than Penny did when she officially transitioned. He's such a worry wort and Penny had to remind him a lot that she was perfectly fine (and that maybe he should go take a shower he was starting to smell-)

-Penny is also very protective of her brother and is not shy of showing it. Penny knows Gavin is a sweetheart at best and a bit oblivious at worst, so if Gavin ever introduces her to his new boyfriend or girlfriend she is instantly suspicious - she's seen Lazer's heart be broken too many times and she swears she won't let it happen again

-He carries Zoot under his arm like a sack of potatoes

-He can work well in very noisy environments. Since he plays at gigs, which are always loud, he can witstand being in loud and crowded environments for a long time. He knows his limits though and will take a break when it gets too much for him

-Sometimes he ends up yelling without meaning too, again thanks to his job. Since gigs are always loud he often has to raise his voice in order for any of his team to hear him, and the habit carriers over to when he isn't working. He gets a bit embarrassed when this happens since he knows it can be annoying to other people, so just kindly ask him if he can lower his voice and he will

-He ugly cries when he's upset. He feels emotions hard so when he gets upset he really gets upset

[asundcr]

( EVAN MOCK. TWENTY-SIX. NON-BINARY. HE/THEY. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( REECE CANOSA ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( 3 YEARS. )  i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( WRITER. ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( LATE NIGHTS FUELED BY CAFFEINE, THINGS THAT GLOW IN THE DARK, CURIOSITY THAT KILLED THE CAT, CRUMPLED UP NOTES. ) if anything, i feel like they could be ( IDEALISTIC, ADAPTABLE, IMPULSIVE, RECKLESS. ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( REDACTED. ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE STORYTELLER. ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade! 

STATS

full name: reece cristanto canosa   hometown: new york, ny   sexuality: bisexual  birthday: january 28, 1998   zodiac: aquarius sun, aquarius moon, cancer rising  height: 5’8”  languages spoken: english marital status: single children: none  traits: idealistic, adaptable, creative, impulsive, reckless, disorganized 

BACKGROUND death mention and overdose tw

the middle child of three, reece was raised by two artists in new york city

their upbringing was very untraditional and reece got to pretty much run wild and do whatever sort of extracurricular activities he wanted

when he wasn't running amuck or skateboarding where he wasn't supposed to, reece went to the movies and read a lot — became a huge fan of horror because their uncle who was a lot younger than reece's dad would always give reece stephen king, shirley jackson, and edgar allan poe books to read

he was pretty good in school, but really didn't care about anything besides english class and sometimes science if the topic was cool

they cruised through school, passing easily and applying to mostly local schools

they went to nyu for creative writing and published his first novel his senior year; it picked up a bit of a cult following and was given a lot of positive reviews

he graduated and decided to stick around in the city for awhile, taking the extra room in their uncle's apartment

just over three years ago, reece came home and found their uncle dead of a drug overdose; this traumatized him completely, they were super close and he was absolutely devastated

this triggered reece to want to get tf out of the city and where better than to a spooky place like hollow creek?

since moving, he has published a book of short stories, but has not been able to produce a follow-up novel that they deem Good Enough

PERSONALITY

certified yapper, you will never get them to shut the FUCK UP

overly confident in a way that is perhaps worrisome

he's smart, but doesn't show off about it

absolutely has undiagnosed adhd

knows a lot about a lot of things and also knows a lot about nothing (king of trivia)

loves to lie! for fun, for no reason at all

loves to tell a story, but is it a true story? who's to say! but it will also take 17984 tangents and turn in directions unrelated to the story itself

addicted to sugar, always has some sort of gummy or hard candy on him, skittles melt in his pockets a lot

kind of straight edge in some respects? (due to their uncle's death) but will drink and smoke weed (profusely)

doesn't talk about their uncle, much prefers to just focus on anything but negative emotion

talks very fast, always doing about ten things at once

probably annoying

is going through some serious writer's block, but does not want to focus on WHY that may be in the slightest

loves to go out and have fun, loves to be a menace to all around

fun to be around and they think they are so so funny (jury's still out)

pinterest found here, WC found here

[the-ace-with-spades]

Omg I am so freaking excited for the next chapter of slow down (you’re doing fine). Like frothing at the mouth, jumping up and down and squealing loud enough to scare my roommates type of excitement. I love, love, love that fanfic and it makes so unbelievably happy to just read the sample, especially from Bradley’s perspective. It’s so much fun to learn a little more about Hangman, Rooster, Ice and Maverick every chapter. I am dying for the reveal at some point that Maverick is in fact The Godfather and that the COMPACFLT is Maverick’s husband. Hangman and the other Daggers won’t know what hit them, they are so clueless.

Also I just recently discovered you other fic ( sometime I feel like) a monkey pilot and I am once again in love with your characterization of Bradley and how supportive Ice and Maverick are. It’s such a beautiful story with so much emotion and I don’t know how I managed to miss seeing it for so long. I feel so bad for Jake as well because it must feel like he’s some how switched realities with all the changes that are hitting him right now, but I also kind of want to punch him for being such a dick.

Finally, I just have one quick question. I noticed that you head-cannon that Maverick is older than Ice and was wondering why that was? I am not against it or anything I am just curious to see how other people determine ages for characters when they are not officially stated in the original movie or book. For movies and tv shows, I just usually base it on the actor’s age unless this is like wildly off for some reason.

Oh my god I'm so sorry it's taking so long, adhd and life hits you at the worst moment I'm afraid...

this is going to be a technical spoiler but I'll just say that there's part two of the series that will be called I took the good times (I'll take the bad times) that will show the sixteen weeks after slow down and Bradley and Jake navigating how to actually be together -- this is where the funny family meeting stuff and first breakdowns would happen.

there will be a small 5+1 fic about Mav and Ice that's, well, that's the summary: five times Ice waited for Mav and one time Mav was ready for him. will be called we have all the time in the world (all the love). Because, a bit of a spoiler even if it was alluded in slow down, Ice and Mav haven't actually gotten together until Bradley was, like, eleven in this 'verse

also i'll say I'm glad you're enjoying monkey pilot! that fic is my ugly child and honestly, I have not expected such warm reception for it... I think I'm incapable of not writing Mav as a parental figure and since I'm also incapable of killing off Ice, he's going to be babytrapped in most of my fics 🤷‍♂️

as for Mav and Ice's age, I either headcanon them as of the same age (born same year) with Mav having his birthday in September and Ice in November/December, or that Mav is actually a year older. I think this is a cultural thing since in Poland some people believe the month you're born would define your personality. It's especially more common in the region I'm from and present mostly in the more superstitious older generation - I was mostly raised by my grandma and still kinda believe that people born in Sep are more temperamental, impulsive, wild but also fiercely loyal and people born Nov/Dec are more cool-headed, calculating and goal-orientated. It doesn't make much sense I'm afraid, it's just me finding the months suitable to their personalities?? As for the 'Mav is older', I assumed that could be a possibility as it's implied that he went to the OCS after college (either in the top gun novel or the movie??) since he wasn't able to get into USNA and I thought that could set him back a year -- and since he seems to have the same amount of experience as the rest of the NAs and RIOs, I thought he might actually be older.

Thank you for your kind, kind words, you don't even know how nice it feels to read your asks or comments. Hope you're doing well 💙

[art-of-mathematics]

During the last days I often have like motoric tics or hard stimming (not sure what it actually is, so I just describe what I do:)

Since few days I often move my hands very abruptly - as if I am brushing something off my arms or head with my fingers. It is very fast and has a huge impulse (sorry for the physics term, I do not know any other word right now): so to speak it is sometimes so wild that it hurts a bit.

I also "knot"/entangle my fingers until it starts to get painful.

I also flicker/flip my fingers against each other so they make these *plep* noises.

While I do this I also sometimes ping/punch my neck or head with my fingers with the motion described above.

It gets a bit better when I can focus/concentrate better and when i use my hands to doodle something (If I distract my hands with complicated motion - as in drawing - it gets better)

I do not know what it is.

Is this another feature of my ADHD and autism?

... What distresses me is that it is currently very intense. Hyperactivity is worse currently as well.

... I mean, I have found what is helping me with situations when the hand stimming gets too intense (drawing), but it is still distressing me.

Has anyone of you any similar experiences and/or tips to handle such problems?

[darklordofthesimp]

Bpd is wild. Everything emotion is heightened. Wr lack emotional permanence. I will literally doubt everything you ever said to me in regards of positive emotions as soon as you leave the room or wr are having a fight. We have the tendency to self harm - wich sometimes mean, I have sex with strangers without protection, i dont take care of myself. I feel empty a lot of times. The relationships I have (not even my romantic once but evrry) are unstable at best. I am impulsive and reckless. I quiet literally have a temper, like I get angry at stuff that appear normal for others. We can get paranoid when in stress. Bpd sucks. Its so stigmatised. Like my live is hard enough as it is.

I've got some family members and friends who suffer from BPD.

A diagnosis is so important because it helps everyone around you understand what is happening, it just sucks that the stigma is so fucking shit and uneducated.

I've got ADHD and severe temperament issues, so when this particular member would drop in mood and isolate and spiral I would get fucking furious because I was like "What the fuck have I done to you?" And then we'd fight a lot because I'm like "just fucking get your shit together What rhe fuck is wrong with you"

And they'd be like "why the fuck are you so angry, stop being a cunt."

Lots of back and forth. Then they got their diagnosis and I got mine and we were both like 👀👀👀 "Oh"

Now we vibin.

I'm really sorry that it's something that's difficult to live with and manage, I know it's not easy.

[shyspider]

Hey! I saw you post something about a missing message or spam 😋 yeah that was me. I had a thing explaining that I’m Blue from archive of our own the twin tails and When sparks burn (if I remember that name correctly 😅) but I guess me re-deleting my account because my summer semester started last Monday and I erased it Saturday to start reading on my psychology book, microbiology, humanity’s 2, and intro to literature. I used to be on here in high school but when I started collage I kinda left. I was on here too much and was trying to distance myself from social media to focus and it helps resist the ADHD impulse to give in and log in to my account and scroll instead of doing whatever report or essay ect ect. But I still come on here every so often to check up on old friends like Deep-space-dukat and Horta-in-charge ect ect.

So just an explanation for that but basically my thingy was saying I’m Blue and when I was visiting back here I saw your profile and I wanted to pop in to say I loved the newest chapter of sparks burn you (and this one too with Optimus and megatron arguing like an old married couple during an effing battle) and I’m excited for the newest twin tails chapter! 😄squee! Also I wanted to show you a picture of my betta Takeda (who unfortunately developed a tumor on his right hill set and developed dropsy and passed away a couple months back. Apparently white, yellow, and pink bettas are prone to cancer because that coloring is so unnatural it’s a severely inbred trait and so is long fins which probably explains his temperament issues, having to black out his tank because he’d attack his reflection or rip up his fins) and I upgraded the tank from a 5 to 10 gallon and got Boreal a Samurai betta (I was going to get a wild type betta which live 10 years or hybrid betta 5-7 years. But caved and adopted Boreal which samurai betta and dragon scale betta are prone to diamond eye which is overgrowth of scales growing over the eye and causing blindness oof)

I miss Takeda, but I can say Boreal has short fins, a more natural coloration, and doesn’t seem to have any temperament issues. He’s so chill actually that I haven’t seen him flare once I can even leave the side of the tank uncovered that gives a reflection he puffs up a little at himself to look bigger but doesn’t attack or obsess and swims on (just a halfhearted one when I moved him into his tank he got startled), no self harm like fin biting so I’m not constantly medicating him or rearranging his tank, and he gets along with snails. p.s. But yeah Takeda’s high strung and aggressive attitude plus being so nit picky over decor as he’d inspect every new decoration and or flare at something if he didn’t like the position of it reminded me of Sunstreaker in twin tails 😂

Hi Blue!!!!

Everyone! Look at Blue's fish! So pretty ❤️🖤💛💜🩵

I totally understand taking breaks from social media. I do it all the time. I wish you the best of luck this semester ✨

Thank you 💚 I'm glad you liked what I put out there. I'll be updating Twintails as soon as I'm done replying to comments.

I only have a modest amount of knowledge on fish and their upkeep (kept koi in an 80 gallon. I moved around a lot, so I had to find them a new home) but today I learned inbreeding of fish are a thing - so a quick thanks for teaching me something new (I always love it when people share their passions with me. I always end up learning something new.)

I've seen betta flare and puff, and I have to admit, whenever I write the mers doing the same thing, I think of bettas. THOUGH sometimes I think of bluegill and how they'll flare their dorsal up, and you get a row of spines. And Sunstreaker would get all huffy at stuff he didn't like in his enclosure - that is, if the aquarium he was held in even bothered to give him a more natural-looking tank.

[kozukenkitten]

Howdy, I'd like a matchup for the arcana if you're doing those :)

I’m Callie, a pansexual 5’5 Cis female with dirty blonde hair, freckles, and blue green eyes. I’m an INFP-T, gemini, and Hufflepuff. I have Aspberger’s syndrome and adhd which causes me to be somewhat socially awkward even though I like attention and act confident. I’m easily distracted and tend to start projects I easily lose motivation for. I also hyperfixate on a different topic every week (especially entomology, mythology, and zoology) and all I want to do is analyze everything about said topic, this past week was moths. I absolutely adore animals and bugs (especially the creepy crawlies) and I have a tendency to hoard pets, everything from dogs and cats to snakes and tarantulas. Also might be getting a wildlife rehabbing permit soon, fingers crossed. I practice suomenusko which combines Finnish tradition and culture with pagan beliefs. My patron god is Loki and I’m hoping to start working with Hecate soon. My hobbies include writing, drawing, crocheting, and electric guitar. When I become overstimulated, I stim, and I have two types of stimming: happy stimming which includes flapping my hands and running around and angry stimming which includes biting my hands and pulling my hair out. I’m a bit chaotic and impulsive and I love making people laugh. I have a very odd sense of humor which is utterly destroyed by modern day memes (I couldn’t stop laughing over a bass boosted picture of a toothbrush once). I also procrastinate. Like a lot. And occasionally I have depressive episodes where I lose motivation to do literally anything. My clothing style consists of a mixture between traditional Celtic and cottagecore; I like dresses and braids. I am not afraid to call anybody out on their bullshit, which gets me in trouble sometimes lol. A witch! It all started when I began collecting crystals :). I can be loud and excitable but I usually only show this side of me to people I know won’t judge me for it. My love language is definitely physical touch and gifts. I love making stuff for people and I’m touch starved lol. I’m definitely a hoarder, I’ve got so much stuff, blame it on my goblin tendencies. I love collecting stuff from nature such as bones, feathers, rocks, bugs, and plants. I’m also a bit of a forager, chicken of the woods is my favorite mushroom! I… don’t particularly enjoy children. They just have no boundaries :/. I probably will never be able to fully deal with children because of my disorders, but I have four nephews and being a cool aunt is enough for me. Besides, my animals are basically my kids anyways, I absolutely dote on them and they’re my pride and joy.

Hello lovely! I'm so sorry I'm just now getting to this! Life has been wild, and I just opened tumblr up for the first time in AGES. T.T

My first immediate instinct is to say I'd match you with Julian! I can picture you two together, earning a reputation as an insanely charismatic gremlin duo. You and he would get along so well, and I can see him keeping up with your boundless thoughts very well, and vice versa. You both tend to shy away at first from others, but when given the time to blossom and come out of your shell (if you'll pardon the mixed plant and animal metaphors, lol), you'll find so many mutual interests that you won't know where to start!

If you don't think this man's gonna be right there with you, foraging mushrooms and collecting interesting rocks, feathers, bones, etc. you're wrong. And I think he's relatively ambivalent about whether he wants kids, like, he's open to it, but absolutely doesn't need them, and to some extent, genuinely believes it'd be better if he never had any at all, so he wouldn't be bothered if he never had any. He would 100% adore doting on your nieces and nephews, though, and would be the best proud uncle!

This man's like a crow, and he will court you like one: he will bring you all of the shinies, and surprise you by leaving little trinkets and rocks, crystals, feathers, all sorts of goodies, around the house for you to discover. He will also happily listen to you talk about your hyperfixations for hours, especially if you're willing to return the favor.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

not waiting for a response I'm writing it down now.

obligatory disclaimer that these thoughts aren't meant to fully encompass the realities of everyone with OCD, they're based on my own understanding and experience (that being said some of the shit I'm going to say won't even be direct OCD symptoms but rather indirect things I find interesting) and also again I'm talking about the character here, based on edited videos where a character/persona is played, not trying to diagnose the real guy.

Grian is such a fun character I love him very much. And he has OCD of course. One of the most obvious examples here is from season 10 - the mending book fishing incident. I fully believe Grian developed an obsessive compulsive fixation. Something along the lines of "If I don't fish 24/7 someone else will get the mending book - so I must not stop fishing".

With OCD there's a lot of 'I am afraid of [blank] happening therefore I do [blank] to prevent it', which can be illogical or partially logical but always going beyond a "normal" level of fixation on the bad thing happening, to the point of meltdowns and panics if the person with OCD can't do the Thing. Here then, Grian is afraid of missing the chance to get mending, so he pushes himself to unhealthy limits trying to fish. To the point that it becomes a bit for the other hermits.

Of course, the hermits are used to Grian's wacky shenanigans, so they don't think it's that unusual. Though they do join in on the bit, poke fun, and get silly. Grian also extends the obsession and compulsions by analysing fishing statistics and making the fish chamber. Which brings the whole thing to new levels of extremely unhealthy - but ultimately kinda funny.

Anyway, if you look hard enough there are definitely examples of this same phenomenon happening elsewhere in different hc seasons. Grian tends to get obsessively attached to certain things and keeps up "rituals" to prevent Bad Things from happening, to varying levels of logic and success. He also has a Builders Itch that just has to be scratched, which you could argue is another OCD moment. Like "if I don't build Right Now, something bad will happen" kind of urge.

Also could argue that the opposite is true too - sometimes he goes through periods of inability to build, procrastinating out of fear that it will go wrong. "If I don't start building, nothing bad can happen" - a sort of avoidant OCD, it could be argued. (Also similar to ADHD).

Intrusive thoughts are something that can't exactly be proven unless you're literally In the characters head, but Grian does narrate his thoughts quite a lot. He has a lot of impulsive thoughts and actions - which he acts on - but it's hard to gather evidence for intrusive thoughts because they usually go unsaid and never acted upon. I'm *sure* someone could find examples of Grian saying some wild stuff randomly and not doing anything about it, but I'm not that guy. It's also tricky because Hermitcraft has very few lasting consequences... so intrusive thoughts about death and destruction wouldnt hold the same impact as usual and therefore wouldn't come up as often as they do irl.

Anyway, I also think Grian has a tendency to believe things that people say - "moral" things, that is. Like, for example, if someone left a sign out saying 'anyone who leaves chest monsters around is stinky' he would either go on a crazy cleaning streak or declare himself stinky. He wouldn't necessarily try to challenge it, despite his often defiant nature. When it comes to "moral" identifiers, he is kind of paranoid about what people think of him. Idk if that makes any sense idk I can't think of a good actual example of this but it feels true in my heart ❤️

^ he also gives in to peer pressure quite a lot.

In the life series Grians OCD gets crazy. Which is understandable. It's why he can't really handle being around Scar and gets very frustrated with him and other chaotic characters. Grian wants, ultimately, to have control. He wants to Do Things His Way and if that doesn't happen he gets very emotional. His Way is also not necessarily the Best Way. But he wants things done a certain way and by god... he's gonna do it.

In the life series Grian is hyper aware of danger lurking around every corner. He's paranoid - feels the life and opportunities slipping from him with every passing second. Which all really heightens this idea of 'if I don't do [thing] then Bad Things Will Happen'.

He's also a control freak on hermitcraft but he hates responsibility which is hilarious and relatable.

Other things I think are Grian OCD moments are: button pushing (OCD soothing compulsion), general perfectionism, organisation systems that only make sense to him, any kind of grindy repetitive task

Thanks for coming to my ted talk it's 10.30pm and I have a headache this does not cover everything good night

sometimes I feel like I NEED to make an insane post analysing (c!)Grians obvious OCD but then I remember I might get crucified by the woke mob (hermitblr) for being mean about it 😔 would you guys still love me if I recognised deep rooted characterisation nuances within my blorbo...

[centuriantalevevo]

Eyo so-

Since I have ADHD and Mysta has ADHD it's self projecting time!!!

Mysta Rias and Reader with ADHD

Mysta wasn't surprised when you told him- actually the entirety of Luxiem- Shoto already knew.

Mysta just had a feeling... Something was definitely off about you unlike the others- like him!

Everyone got an answer one way while you got the same answer doing it a whole different way- like how did you even get that?! Only Mysta can truly understand that feeling-

He wasn't too good at catching himself when he went of track but he was good at catching you straying away from the original subject.

It's why he felt so comfortable just talking around you. With a lot of people, I always tried to stay overly conscious about what he was saying, he didn't wanna stray away into 5 subjects at once and throw everyone off... that happened a lot. No one was able to keep up- but with you, he could go through 5 subjects in 1 minute and you could keep up the ENTIRE time, even going ahead of him.

It mostly was brought up when Luca asked.

"Oh, ya! I have ADHD!"

"Oh shit, really? Mysta does too I think," Vox comments, "For some reason I had a hunch you were neurodivergent in some way..." Mysta said

But with that came the struggles. But struggles both of you could relate to, so it didn't feel as lonely.

Both of you had a tendency to talk over others on accident. The impulsivity that comes with ADHD causes this. Yeah, yeah, neurotypical people do this too, but not nearly as much. For ADHD, it can affect personal relationships, just like any other symptom of ADHD.

Both of you have a small ass attention span, and you commend Mysta for people able to play the whole game of The Quarry, or Minecraft for even 5 minutes on his own. You loved games with puzzles and stuff, like Madison since it was horror... but you had a small amount of patience and even less for focus so for finding the damn green safe passcode, you opted for looking it up on Google over actually finding it-

You and Mysta help each other with getting work done- usually it seems like Mysta's the one doing the reminding. Hell sometimes he'll stream while you're in VC with him since you were doing something like homework. If he heard what sounded like you going off track, he was instantly nudging you back to your work until you got it done. You did the same for him. If he had some shit to do but was procrastinating, you'd push him back on track.

Hyperactive episodes are wild when you got 2 people with ADHD in the room-

You two will rage at the faking disorder cringe compilations for HOURS... you two will MALD over people who fake ADHD so much Jesus christ-

"NO- IF YOUR GIRLFRIEND HAS ADHD I'M MORE THAN 110% SURE SHE WON'T GET HYPER ON COFFEE!!" "Yeah!!"

"THAT'S WHY SHIT LIKE ADDERALL AND VYVANSE CALM US DOWN BUT MAKES ANYONE WHO DOESNT HAVE ADHD HYper- I physically can not get a sugar rush- I've never had a sugar rush in my life!!" "Exactly! Caffeine doesn't do shit to us... like if she were to have something similar to ADHD then you mean ADD... because people with ADD get hyper from shit like Adderall. It has the opposite affect on people without ADHD!" "That's why it's so addicting too!"

Mysta would gladly listen to you ramble about your hyperfixations, obviously jumping in with a comment here or there.

You'd do the same, and if you both shared the same hyperfixation at that moment? Oh boy... silence doesn't exist-

You're both patient with each other.

You know you have to get work done but Mysta won't shut the fuck up about something, you get his attention and gently remind him you need to get something done before the hyperfocus wears off- he understands and fucks off to do something else for a little bit until you're done. If you're rambling off about whatever the fuck, the does the same.

"I'm sorry but I gotta get this done! I'll talk to you and listen in a little okay? I love you!~"

But oh jesus christ what is a clean room honestly-

Organization? What??

Organizer? I hardly even know 'er-

Both of your rooms are a death trap.

Who's is worse? We don't know. We can't tell. We're too afraid to get close to either person's room door.

But sometimes you band together with that hyperfocus mentality currently affecting you and get y'all's rooms cleaned one by one...

But it ain't staying like that for long...

It's fucked up in a week max

Usually in 2 days it's back to the way it was. Honestly what was the point? We don't know- but "Hey! I found my Miku pop figure I was looking for!!"

With impulsivity comes great spending habits lmao-

Between the two you MIGHT be better-

If you exclude thr 100 dollars you spent using Christmas to get Xiao when you lost his 50/50 to Diluc

But you are bad about spending small amounts of money on the stupidest shut you find online or in somewhere like Walmart or Target-

Only like 4 dollars but still-

You when to Walmart with the intent on getting groceries but came back with toys that you for distracted by, 2 gallons of Milo's Sweet Tea (or unsweetened if you're uncultured- fuck unsweet tea, this post was made by the sweet tea gang-), candy, some random ass kids art supplies, the kids gummy vitamins, and more random candy you got at the check out counter... as well as McDonald's.

"(Y/n) that's... that's not groceries.." "technically it IS groceries!-" "not the ones we needed though! You can nOT be trusted!" "YoU CAN'T EITHER-"

Y'all spent the next like 3 hours playing with Legos and shit bro-

Mysta on his way to try and clean his room but ended up finding some old pictures and stuff he forgot about.. you walked in and ended up joining him.

Please anything but the actual task I have to do-

When you have conversations and go from topic A to topic 10 in 5 minutes people ask how and then proceed to be amazed at how you do mental gymnastics all the way from how the conversation began to how it finished flawlessly and Mysta's just there like "yep... sounds about right"

How do you even remember what our conversation what about?!-

.... ssshhhh... don't question the ways of the neurodivergents...

ADHD isn't fun, but it can be more bearable when someone who can relate is around to talk about it and you help each other through it.

[gloryofluv]

How the Last Three Brothers react to MC with ADHD

So this is the last half of the brothers. I also added some bonus content at the bottom in regards to all of them!

Here's the first four in case you missed them!

Asmo-

Heard about it from Satan. Was amused, but definitely didn’t care too much about it.

After meeting you the first time he decides that you’re not quite his type, but is friendly anyway. It wasn’t until he noticed that you were trying to mimic his makeup and did a stellar job that he was interested. He flat out asks you why.

When you express that he’s the most beautiful friendliest demon and wants to fit in more that he gushes! He immediately starts to have beauty sessions and finds out through teaching you proper hair care that you confess that you never feel like you fit in and want to, that he asks more about your ADHD.

Telling Asmo is easier than Lucifer. Mostly because he’s hugging you and brushing out your hair. Relaxing you into a state where you’re able to admit how awkward it makes you feel.

He immediately makes it his goal to improve your self-confidence! Doesn’t ask. Barges into your room with products, brushes, and other items at least once a week. You review the week and he listens to your worries. If someone is bothering you at RAD, he has ways of ending their lives in social suicide.

This beautiful boy becomes your gal pal with benefits. He always has something healthy to offer for your skin, clothing that he wants you to try on, and never says one horrible thing about you. He LOVES that you want assistance with your Devilgram and makeup. He even doesn’t mind when you zone out. He’ll be patient and repeat it.

Alone time? Well, don’t expect him to leave you completely alone. He’ll text you and not worry about receiving answers right away. He knows sometimes you just need to hear what he does. You give him so many compliments that his ego is boosted through the roof. He suddenly can’t live without you!!! Don’t leave him, okay? Other than Solomon, he’s never adored a human this much.

Beelzebub-

This boy. He didn’t care, but not because he was indifferent. He was just like, okay??? Doesn’t get it.

Notices you don’t snack or you snack all the time. No in-between. That’s a problem. Humans need to eat, right? Starts to make extra afternoon snacks for you. Doesn’t even make a big deal out of it. He just knocks on your door with water and a plate, offering them and leaving.

Notices that you’re tired or ready to run for a mile. No middle. Starts to ask if you want to go with him every day and will carry you on his back if you’re tired. Once something happens once it’s routine. Expect a knock at your door every afternoon with a snack and then going for a jog.

He isn’t as interested in the clinical details but asks you what it means when you become closer. You explain in a simplistic fashion why your brain is weird. He laughs and nods but still says he likes you just the way you are.

If you ever get sad, he will definitely ask if he can help. If you get tired, he’s used to carrying around a tired teddy bear. He offers to carry you. If you’re stress he’ll ask if he can give you some of his snacks and hug you.

He really likes you. A lot. You’re always saying how sweet, kind, and gentle he is. He’s just himself, but he always glows when you say it. It makes him warm and fuzzy.

If anyone makes you cry. Be prepared for this gentle giant to go full apocalyptic demon. He will ruin them! It doesn’t matter if he finds out after the fact. He will find them and eat them. No one fucks with his little human cupcake. Well, inedible cupcake, he’d never eat you. (Well… he had thoughts when you playfully tease, but no. He could never hurt you and worries about that.)

Beel is literally your bodyguard and teddy bear. Expect big hugs, head pats, and plenty of food. That’s the way he shows his love. You will have to tell him you can’t eat so much and he can have it and to tell you how it tastes. He’d be happy to share that and anything else of his. He’d give you anything because he sincerely loves you like his brothers. Maybe more? Food = love, right?

Belphegor-

Meets you well after there are established routines. He notices how you are so odd for a human. He likes it, but then he doesn’t, but then he really does. He asks Beel about it and that’s how he finds out about your ADHD.

A weird brain? That might be fun. He uses that as a base to start contact with you. You tell him all about it without resistance and explain how the last several months have gone.

He suddenly has the urge to see how much your quirky personality is entertaining for him. He asks you to tell him more stories, they don’t even have to be about the Devildom. You tell him all the funny and ridiculous stories laying with him in the planetarium. It was… endearing.

He instantly adored you. You made him feel something more than bitter and tired. He listened to you and snoozed, opening an eye every so often to see you smiling and animatedly talking. He liked the inflections in your voice. He liked the smile on your lips. He liked that you were weird because he is sure as fuck was.

The fact that you were unique and still felt awkward in your own skin except when you were alone made him identify. Sees you. Sees that your struggles didn’t define you. Your issues, no matter the list, didn’t make you angry or mean.

Not only did he value your forgiveness and care. He valued your differences the most. He didn’t care if you were a bit wild or sad or even stressed. He would pull you into a tight snuggle and kiss your hair. He’d wait until you were almost napping in his arms to say he’d never let anyone else ever hurt you. He would love you for every piece of you for eternity.

He’d never admit to his soft and fluffy side in front of his brothers, often teasing you, but his hinted smile only reinforced your private friendship. It was all part of the layers you both built so no one truly could dig to the fluffy pillows you were.

Soon naps and confessions became routine in the afternoons after RAD. He would spill his heart out in return for your sincerity. It would make you mushy and relax you so that you could release the day.

Expect Beel and Belphie to become inseparable with you. The minute this little cuddle bear identifies that you are his squishy human, he tells his twin it’s their job to make sure you never leave them. He is a bit demanding but always returns the favor in different subtle ways.

Expect midnight texts and asking you to come up to his room or the attic. Insomnia is no longer really an option. The moment he latches onto you, you’re comforted like a weighted blanket and out in minutes.

Expect secretive treats, blankets, and gifts left in discreet places for you. Expect him to wait for you outside the classroom if you’re not together with Beel holding him up. Oh, and don’t even think you’re getting out of it. He found the one thing he loves more in life than sleeping. He dreams about you all the time and will tell you all about them, even the dirty ones to your chagrin. This demon boy will do anything to keep you happy and his.

~BONUS~ Fun additives!

Lucifer often asks Mammon to be sure that you aren’t stressing over homework and has him go check on you. That usually leads to some antic that makes you relax and have more fun and less anxiety.

Satan has a favorite blanket that he’ll wrap you both in when you’ve had a long day. It has aromatherapy and helps him too. It’s weighted and often both of you relax and find a way to laugh over books or a cat video.

Asmodeus has a whole wish list on Akuzon made just for you. Some items are personal care, others are cute stuffed animals because he knows you have bad days. Lucifer knows of this list and will often offer some money for doing a simple task so he can buy them for you.

Belphie will tolerate sharing your time with Leviathan to play video games or watch anime. As long as you allow him to curl against you so he can watch you smile or hear the thrum of your voice as you talk to Levi about the game or show.

If you are crying and Lucifer caught you, he will pull you into his study. Sit you down with tea and ask you what’s wrong. If you tell him it’s just a bad moment, he will break formality and stroke your hair. He will tell you stories about his brothers so that you start to smile and relax. He fucking lives for that smile.

Satan sets up mock adventures through the Devildom so that you enjoy the impulse of adventure without the dangers. (Mammon does enough endangerment to your impulses!) He will be sure while setting it up that it’s human proof. He also asks Solomon for extra warding charms for you without telling you. They’re usually hand-made bracelets that Satan crafted and attuned by the sorcerer.

Leviathan will do check-ins when you’re at RAD and he isn’t. If you feel upset about something, he will quote TSL at you to give you courage. Then when you get home, he will have a video game you have to try. Soon you’ve forgotten about the stressful day.

Asmodeus will take pictures with you allllll the time. He says it’s for him because he’s so beautiful, but his captions are always about how gorgeous you are while tagging you. Half of RAD thinks you’re dating just because of how much you’re on his Devilgram.

Beel will listen to everything you say. He may not respond immediately, but he evaluates it. If you’re having a really rough go at something, he will ask Belphie what to do. Often he’ll just sit with you or ask if you want to help him in the garden just so he can try to make you smile. He’s not horribly good with bad feels, but he will do anything for you.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Dimitrescu Daughter HCs

I thought this would only take a few minutes. I was so, so very wrong. Anyway, some of these are somewhat exclusive to my fic (Serenade), but they’ll make sense even if you haven’t read that.

Daniela:

Others have already talked about how Daniela reads a ton of romance novels, so I’m not really going to go into that very much, just saying that I agree 100%, I mean c’mon, it’s practically canon.

While she mainly sources books from her family’s library, there are a few she’s “acquired” over the years that she keeps locked away in her room. These tend to be a bit, ahem, steamier than her mother would approve of/let her read under normal circumstances.

How did she get these? Well, there has to be someone who delivers goods to Castle Dimitrescu (Duke, perhaps?), seeing as the Maidens need, like, actual food to survive. Sometimes Daniela manages to convince them to order books for her, usually just asking for books by authors she likes, or ones she’s heard maidens whispering about.

No, the delivery person does not read the book’s summaries or reviews, they have a feeling (based on titles and covers alone) that they don’t want to know.

As for her experiences with actual romance… she’s so very, very excited about it, all the time. Wants to kiss every cute Maiden she sees, and sometimes daydreams about a beautiful woman fleeing from lycans who comes to the castle for shelter, clinging to Dani for warmth and protection, and it’s love at first sight, and they kiss and kiss and right as it gets to the good part-! Someone interrupts her daydream (usually Cassandra).

However, her actual experiences are fairly limited. Sure, she has kissed Maidens, but she tends to get over excited. Like in Serenade, she starts to rush the process, and usually ends up draining her “lover” aka victim before anything more intimate happens.

She’s definitely done sexual things, just, well, not with other people. Private things. Usually during or after reading one of her special books. You get the picture.

Because of this, and her aforementioned love of romance novels, Daniela has become somewhat obsessed with the idea of her first time. She wants everything to be perfect. The setting, the timing, who she’s with… Hence her reaction in chapter 3 of Serenade. It’s not that she didn’t want to continue, just that the circumstances didn’t feel right. She’s very particular!

Favorite Music Genre: Girl goes wild for an emotional, gut-wrenching love/power ballad. The type to lie in bed and cry while listening to Hozier or Lorde (not that she can hear either of them, considering her limited music options). Doesn’t admit it, though, and mostly listens to indie pop when other people can hear. That and whatever the Maiden plays on piano ;)

Okay it feels weird to joke about her loving music I wrote, anywayyyy

Hobbies: Other than reading there’s not too much I can see her doing, really. She’d be sure to get into anything that her s/o enjoys, though, even if it’s something difficult or time-consuming. Writing is something she’d love, but it’s difficult for her to keep her focus on just one project at a time. Ideally she’d write short stories, romantic ones obvs, and have someone else proofread/edit them. For the most part she’d write within fantasy and historical setting (seeing as she’s got experience in both of those departments).

ADHD, BABY. Bigtime, seriously. Maybe this is just my adhd ass projecting, but I can’t not see her as having it. For her it mainly manifests with hyper-focusing/difficulty staying on task. It’s like a switch with those on either end, flipping back and forth every once in a while. She can spend six hours reading two different books in one sitting, but if someone just breathes too loudly it disrupts her completely. Because of this she’s somewhat prone to abandoning projects. It’s a sore subject for her, and her sisters are aware, normally only bringing it up if they’re really angry with her.

Opinions on the four lords: Thinks Heisenberg is a tool (pun intended), also thinks that he secretly reads super erotic novels. She doesn’t have any proof, though, and would never say anything about it out loud. Just makes fun of him in her head. Doesn’t actually judge him for what she thinks he reads, just judges his personality and the “need he feels to hide his secret”. Loves Donna, and low-key thinks she’s attractive. Daniela mostly bases that off the portrait she’s seen, but, like many fans, also thinks the hands are nice. The puppets don’t bother her, though she also doesn’t really care about them, other than thinking that Donna interacting with them is cute.

Opinions continued: Moreau is… uh… fish boy. Daniela thinks he’s weird, kinda gross, and hardly considers him a “real” lord. Poor boy :(  At least she doesn’t actively make fun of him?... Even if that’s only because she kinda forgets about him most of the time. As for Lady Dimitrescu, well, obviously Daniela loves her mom. The whole family is very close, and as the “youngest”, Daniela gets a lot of attention. Sometimes she thinks her mother is too strict, but at the end of the day there’s no love lost.

Bela:

Cleans up after her sisters a lot, but still nowhere near as much as any of the Maidens do. Often agrees to help with messes in exchange for blackmail material. “Oh, Daniela, what a shame you broke mother’s favorite dish… I could help, but you owe me one.” At the end of the day, though, there’s plenty she would slide.

Being the “oldest”, she’s expected to behave the best, and often feels more restricted than her sisters. Being an example is hard! Occasionally she’ll have the impulse to rebel, but this usually only manifests in scenarios like the one mentioned above, aka she’ll simply be more lenient of her siblings for a bit.

Overall far less sadistic than her sisters. Cares more about the quality of pain then the amount of it. Only ever goes overboard if someone full out threatens or hurts her family. Insults towards them still earn her ire, and will get her to punish someone, but it’s not enough to make her resort to torture. Usually.

Gets the most restless out of the three. As cool (and large) as the castle is, it’s all she’s ever really known. If not for her weakness to cold, she’d go out on hikes a lot. Nature interests her, fascinates her, but she’d be a little less fond of most of it in person. Like, oh, waterfalls sound so cool, followed by a hundred complaints about the noise. Thinks deer are the cutest shit ever (second only to humans, maybe).

Unlike Daniela (though that HC is relevant almost exclusively to Serenade), Bela has actually slept with a Maiden before. She doesn’t really care for them enough to consider it a relationship, instead admiring them for their entertainment value. Definitely could fall for a Maiden, simply hasn’t yet. Of the three I feel like she takes the longest to fall in love, and even longer to actually act on her feelings. Sometimes resents her siblings because they unknowingly “claimed” a Maiden that she was starting to be interested in. However, she fully acknowledges that she should have said something if she didn’t want to lose the girl, considering the situation they live in.

Favorite music genre: Classical, full orchestra style, with a soft spot for swing/jazz. Enjoys having music play softly while she reads, and is very particular about the volume. Absolutely would argue with her sisters if they tried to change the music or turn it up.

Hobbies: Reading, duh. Less interested in romance than Daniela by a considerable amount. For the most part she reads non-fiction books, enjoying learning about history and the sciences. Astronomy is at the top of her favorites list, followed by biology, then obscure (and often bloody) pieces of history. Niche=perfect. Also enjoys music, even if she had to rely mostly on self-teaching books. Knows the basics of piano, but doesn’t actively play, much preferring both the violin and harp. Most of the time she’ll only play if she knows her sisters won’t bother her, or if her mother asks her to.

Opinions on the four lords: Admires Heisenberg’s work/his edgenuity, but thinks the actual man is a temperamental child… who smells like wet dog. He’s only been at Castle Dimitrescu a couple times (per Mother Miranda’s request), and both times Bela moved to the other side of the house so she wouldn’t have to acknowledge his existence. While she would never admit it, she’s low-key creeped out by Donna’s dolls, and really only tolerates Angie. However, she would never act on her nerves, out of consideration for Donna’s feelings. She knows that her mother gets along well with the dollmaker, and keeps this at the forefront of her mind.

Opinions continued: “Moreau who? Oh, the fish guy? He’s still alive?... Good for him.” Wants to make Lady Dimitrescu proud, but not as desperately as Cassandra. Unknowingly mimics a lot of her mother’s little habits and ticks, and would be quietly embarrassed if someone pointed it out to her. As mentioned previously, she feels like she has to be an example for the others, and somewhat resents the pressure this puts on her. On the other hand, she does enjoy being “responsible for” (read: in charge of) her sisters. Additionally, she is the most likely to get away with lying to Alcina, though she does not often do so. This isn’t because she’s the most manipulative (that’s Cass), or the best liar (that’s Dani, if she’s trying), but simply because Alcina doesn’t think her oldest daughter would lie. Even if she doubts something Bela says, she’ll usually give her the benefit of the doubt… as long as it doesn’t happen very often.

Cassandra:

Sleeps the most of the three, if only because she’s the most active of them. Not as fast as the others while in swarm mode, but the fastest on foot, partially because she’s more likely to simply walk places. She knows the sound of feet on the floor scares the Maidens, and she drinks their fear with utter pleasure. Additionally she claims that it just feels nice to “stretch her legs”. But she will not hesitate to enter swarm mode when chasing someone. As fun as it is to smell their fear, she can get impatient, wanting to get close and personal to her target.

Tends to hide most of her feelings, sometimes even opting to “convert” them into anger. In other words, think of her emotional state as an ever-filling bottle of water. As things happen, she feels emotions, and the rate at which water pours into the bottle increases. Ideally if the water level started getting too high, she would address whatever is increasing the flow of water. Instead of that, she often uses anger, which is equivalent to shaking the bottle a bit and letting water messily spill out of it. Doesn’t address the actual problem, but let’s her release some pressure/free up some room.

Goes through Maidens faster than her siblings (yes, even Daniela “draining you of blood is romantic” Dimitrescu). Not all of them even die in the basement, sometimes what was supposed to be a “warning” turns into “oh shit the blood won’t stop coming out, this is how I die, in this accursed castle, no friends or family to mourn me, just the painful knowledge that I will not be the last, I will die for no cause, no glory, just the bitter whims of a blood-soaked mistress” or something along those lines.

While more likely to get attached to someone than Bela, Cassandra isn’t one to do much about it. She might flirt, might even try to kiss (or, uh, kiss while also not wearing clothes wink wink), but she won’t (usually) claim someone as her own, or protest if one of her sisters wants to have some fun with them (even if it’s the bloody kind of fun). Technically gets over breakups and “breakups” (i.e. death) easier than either of her sisters. To be fully accurate, Daniela still goes through lovers faster, but she also remembers them and cares for them for longer post-breakup.

Somewhat of a blood kink. Like, more than vampires automatically have. In intimate settings she cares more about the quantity of blood and what she can do with it (loves bloodstains) than what causes the bloodshed.

Favorite music genre: Rock ‘n roll. Leans towards older stuff, as well as heavier songs. Soft spot for symphonic metal, but doesn’t admit it out of the fear that some might consider it a “weaker form” of the genre. Almost exclusively listens to bands that have female vocalists, and gets crushes on them more than she’d ever admit.

Hobbies: Art! Painting, mostly, but dabbles in sculpture from time to time. It’s been too long since I took an art class for me to suggest a style for her paintings, but I imagine her sculptures would be somewhat abstract. Her art would revolve around emotion, the stronger and rawer the better, with viewers often being left uncomfortable. While Alcina buys plenty of art supplies for her, Cassandra is fond of improvising, especially by creating her own “tools” (of questionable efficiency) out of items she has laying around. She is absolutely the one who took her mother’s lipstick. If you don’t know what that means, don’t worry, it’s just mentioned in one of the RE8 notes that Lady Dimitrescu’s valuable lipstick is missing.

Opinions on the four lords: Tolerates Heisenberg more than the rest of her family by a considerable amount. She’s seen glimpses of his work, his steampunk-adjacent style, and actually kind of digs it. While Bela cares more about the science behind his work, Cassandra just digs the aesthetic. Sometimes for her art she also needs things she can’t get from the castle, and are too obscure to get from a merchant, so she trades tools/ideas with Heisenberg in exchange for him making something for her. “Can you make a battery but whenever it’s in use it makes a horrible screaming sound?” “Yes. PS I hate your mother and Miranda.” “I didn’t fucking ask.”

Opinions continued: Doesn’t really care much about Donna, but acknowledges her as a fellow artist, and would be willing to consult her if she talked more (and talked without Angie). Cassandra hasn’t met Moreau, thankfully (he would cry). Knows about him from her sister/mother, and as a result doesn’t care about him. Internally whenever someone mentions him, she pictures, like, a Goldfish Cracker (the snack that smiles back) with legs except also it’s green and moldy.

Opinions cont.: Loves her mother so much. Determined to please her, to make her proud, but often left feeling less loved than her sisters. This strains her relationship with her family, not that she’d ever voice her feelings and talk through the issue. Let’s be real, Alcina would probably feel guilty for not realizing how Cass felt. Nonetheless, Cassandra probably spends the most time with her mother, often offering to assist her with tasks, or trying to get her to appreciate her art.