#cause i’m not hyperactive in any sense

[cursingtoji]

something weird happened after i got covid, i was pretty okay with contracting on shows or books or even classes (halfway at least) but since a year ago i can’t even watch a 40 minute episode anymore without pausing it to google someone completely unrelated to the show

[signanothername]

okay so i love Killer knowing shit about Nightmare know one should know, but how does he find it out? like how did he found out about Nightmare crying himself to asleep? did he break into his room and just watch him?

Ok so, an important point I keep repeating over and over is the fact Nightmare makes sure Killer stays at stage 2 cause he’s afraid Killer feeling his emotions would give Killer “ideas”, so he keeps him in stage 2 for Killer to be in this semi-cateconic state and dull Nonchalance

But the thing is, that’s a double edged sword, yes Nightmare gets to keep as much control as possible, as much as Killer is willing to allow Nightmare to have on him without being a bitch about it (and he’s always a bitch about it) but on the other hand? Nightmare isn’t capable of detecting Killer’s presence cause of it

Know how Nightmare can’t detect Ink’s presence cause he has no soul, therefore no actual emotions of his own but rather from paints? Nightmare also can’t detect Killer’s presence on stage 2 cause if Killer himself is blocked from having access to his own emotions, then Nightmare sure as hell wouldn’t have access to them either

So Nightmare gets to keep as much control as possible on the expense of not knowing where Killer is located most of the time, and while Nightmare does use caution considering the circumstances, it isn’t enough to truly keep Killer in check, not 24/7 anyway

Killer mostly knows Nightmare’s quirks/ habits by observing him like a little lab rat

The thing about Killer is that he can get curious, too curious, and to survive under Nightmare it’s best to know as much as possible about him (plus it’s great for blackmail and payback if he wanted to someday, he’s always been spiteful bdhdhdh)

And considering he’s on stage 2 most the time, Nightmare wouldn’t know if Killer’s even in the same room or close to where he is, at this point Nightmare’s only real signal that Killer might be in the same room or somewhere close is an uncomfortable sense of being watched, but even then, Nightmare can’t truly know for sure considering that even if he were to tell Killer to “show himself” instead of hiding like a parasite, Killer never always shows up

In a way, Killer is tormenting him, messing with his head, and Nightmare’s fully aware if it, he just doesn’t have tangible proof to hold it against Killer in any way (again considering he can’t even detect Killer’s emotions at all)

So how does Killer know so much about Nightmare? Even the little things like Nightmare crying himself to sleep?

Killer watches Nightmare like a hawk, and yes that’s sometimes during his sleep

I like to think of Killer as the spy/scout of the team, so Killer is the kinda guy that you’d find in unexpected places or where he’d suddenly show up outta nowhere, but that’s from the outside perspective of other people

Meanwhile Killer here just quietly follows and watches every single person in his proximity and the more “interesting” they are, the more likely he’ll keep doing it, and the more likely he is to know so much about them, others he only knows as much as he deems necessary (as much as he deems weaponizing material) and it never is an “accident” that he suddenly showed up at the right time right place during conversations where he wasn’t involved in before he “showed up”

The point I’m trying to get across is that Killer is a creepy mf, and despite Killer’s tendency to be a chatty semi-hyperactive bitch, he can be so fucking quite if he truly wanted to that nobody would even know he’s in same room sometimes

In short, yes this bitch really broke into Nightmare’s room and watched him sleep like the creepy bitch he is shshhdhdh

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I hope you’re doing good! I’m not sure if this has been done yet, but I got an idea for a fluff (possibly a pinch of angst?) scenario!:

Any, all or two of the traffic light trio sillies (Mei, Red Son, MK), with an s/o GN!reader that’s an experienced healer who takes care of them after a tough battle against a monster of your choosing. Maybe they have a heartfelt conversation afterwards, or during the process of patching them up, about getting themselves in danger for the sake of saving the world? 👀

Been thinking a lot about this since s5 lmao. Haven’t fully recovered yet 💀

🍜💛 Healing a Trio —🐉💚 Traffic Light Trio x GN Healer!Reader HCs 🔥❤️

Genres: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- It had been a fight with a huge hawk demon, one that MK was pretty confident he could take, especially cause Mei could use her bike to move closer to the threat. Red Son was roped in by circumstance, begrudgingly working with the heroes to defeat the threat. The attack was a surprise, so there wasn't much the Trio was prepared to do. Once it finally ended, they were sufficiently scratched, scuffed, battered, and bruised

- The three had come to you a little hesitantly. They didn't like feeling like they were bothering you, especially because these always ended in some deep conversations about the nature of self-sacrafice and priorities. When you'd opened your door to the three and allowed them in without many questions, they filed in, MK and Mei attempting lighthearted jokes right off the bat to diffuse tension

- MK, for as much as he gets hurt, sucks at getting patched up. He hisses and writhes if the topical medicine stings, yelping and whining at the unpleasant sensations. He's a very dramatic patient, but a very talkative one as well

- He tells you about the fight, reassuring you that he already remembers the conversations you'd both had before about these things. He's not exactly happy having to sit still while getting bandaids and bandages applied, but he's obviously still proud of his victory

- He's more quiet when you're closer, focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin, the gentle and reliable touch providing a sense of safety and warmth. He feels his heart swell seeing the determined expression you have while working, and little flutters when you occasionally banter back. This routine between you was familiar, it was comforting. He felt safe under your care

- Mei, meanwhile, is also a pretty passionate speaker, but much less of a whiner than MK. Her problems are mostly just squirming from being hyperactive and wound up on adrenaline, frequently trying to hop off of your workbench to demonstrate a move

- Your gentle chastising with Mei is unique, specifically taking time to address how she feels being on the sideline of missions these days, and having to hold things together for MK most of the time. She feels like she can have that full honesty with you, your complete confidentiality and understanding helping to hold her together

- She flirts with you more openly than the other two. Any time you're close enough, she points out something about your face to compliment. She offers to help you do small things, asking questions about your job and what kinda stuff you see outside of the Monkey Crew

- Red Son, like the others, is a talker. His ramblings are closer to ranting and raving, and outside of waving his arms or doing grand dramatic gestures, he's more still than the other two

- Conversations about his family are what come up most often, when he isn't bragging about his villainy or latest attacks on the town. More recently he's been talking a lot about working as a food vendor. It's nice to see him happy about something that doesn't come from malicious intent

- He allows himself to show past his anger and be more vulnerable with you. He's a hint softer, a little more willing to be honest and open with you. He loves your willingness to do this for them, and he tells you frequently how much he admires you and your work

- The three usually stick around for a few hours after each appointment, talking with you and telling you about everything you my have missed in their lives. They treasure their individual time with you, and Mei and MK especially try to hype you up all the time to show their thanks

- They invite you out every once in a while to have some hangouts without medicine or injury in the picture. They introduce you as a vital member of the team to others and get protective of you during battles

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you know any ways of writing boredom well?

Writing Notes: Boredom

Boredom - A state of weariness or ennui resulting from a lack of engagement with stimuli in the environment.

It is generally considered to be one of the least desirable conditions of daily life and is often identified by individuals as a cause of feeling depressed.

It can be seen as the opposite of interest and surprise.

There’s a distinction to be made between the state and the trait.

State boredom - feeling bored in a specific situation

Trait boredom - how susceptible one is to boredom. This is correlated with self-control, anxiety, depression, and substance use.

Boredom can show itself in many ways. A few common experiences: 

Lack of interest in activities

Unable to stay interested for more than brief periods

Unable to rest or relax

No feeling of excitement

Difficulty staying motivated

Boredom is subjective and varies among different people. It can come out of both internal and external factors. Some common causes of boredom include: 

Understimulation: When a situation or activity is monotonous, it’s difficult to become engaged with it leading to boredom (Chin et al., 2017). This often happens when people are not intellectually challenged or stimulated which makes it hard to pay attention.

Overstimulation: When an environment is too overwhelming or chaotic, we tend to struggle to focus on anything which leads to boredom (Westgate, 2019). 

Lack of meaning: Feeling like what you’re doing lacks value or a sense of purpose is another common cause of boredom. (Westgate, 2019).

Level of difficulty: Boredom also sets in when a task is either too easy or too difficult. Either way, it’s hard to pay attention (Westgate, 2019).

Isolation or Loneliness: Being alone or feeling disconnected from others can contribute to boredom. Human beings are social creatures and interactions with others often provide engagement and stimulation.

Personality traits: Some personality traits are associated more highly with boredom. These include neuroticism (emotional stability) and extroversion (Martin et al., 2006). As someone who leans toward introversion, I’m generally just fine being alone a lot. But since extroverts generally have a higher need for social interaction, being alone all day could quickly feel isolating leading to boredom. The observation that some of us are more prone to boredom than others led to the development of the Boredom Proneness Scale.

Age: Studies show a negative correlation between age and boredom. That is, the younger you are, the more likely you are to become bored (Chin et al., 2017). This also suggests that your boredom proneness can change throughout your life.

Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD): Also not surprising, people with ADHD, who have trouble paying attention, are more prone to boredom (Malkovsy et al., 2012).

Mental State: Emotional states like stress, anxiety, or depression can impact a person's ability to engage in activities, potentially leading to feelings of boredom.

Lack of creativity: Engaging in activities that do not require creative thinking or problem-solving can lead to boredom, especially for people who thrive on mental challenges.

Expectation mismatch: Boredom comes when we have high expectations for an activity, environment, or experience, and it fails to meet those expectations (Anderson et al., 2022). The problem is that even when something does meet our expectations, repetition causes it to become boring. Our many electronic distractions may alleviate boredom in the short term, but they can make it worse in the long term.

In a Relationship. When a relationship is new, we may think there’s no way it could get boring. But if you stay in the relationship long enough, the excitement and novelty wears off. This can be a good thing if the excitement is replaced with feelings of comfort and contentment. But if it leads to boredom’s cousins, complacency and disconnect, it could be telling you something needs to change.

Strategies couples can try to reduce boredom (Harasymchuk & Fehr, 2010): 

Try new activities

Learn something new together

Talk to your partner, have meaningful conversations

Limit screen time, which can lead to emotional disconnection

Go out with friends

Consider your partner’s good qualities

Spend time apart/take a break

At Work. According to research in the Journal of Applied Psychology, trying to suppress boredom at work prolongs its effects, but alternating boring and engaging tasks prevents tedium from spilling over and reducing overall productivity. Task meaningfulness may mitigate the effects of boredom suppression on future mind-wandering.

Can I "die of boredom"? Boredom can’t kill you—but it may be correlated with dying earlier. A study of 7,500 British adults found that people who were often bored at work were more likely to die earlier and 2.5 times more likely to die of heart disease than those who weren’t bored. They also reported less physical activity and poorer health, which could be a link between boredom and mortality.

Some methods that may resolve boredom:

Regulating Cognitive Demands Try to only take on tasks that you can mentally handle. Do not overwhelm yourself with too much stimulation. 

Adjusting Cognitive Resources. Try to see what your stressors are and what your mental capacity is for taking on new tasks. Make sure that you feel well-equipped to handle the responsibilities and don’t overload yourself.

Managing Goal Values. Journaling is a good way to understand what your goals are and what tasks are the most meaningful to you. This will help you focus on activities that have meaning to you, stimulate your mind, and keep you engaged. 

Switching Activities. This is the easiest way to solve boredom because it stimulates your attention and helps you focus on new activities. 

Once you’ve discovered the root cause for your boredom, there are other activities you can try to stay engaged. These activities include: 

Finding a new hobby

Joining a community group

Considering a new career path

Exercising

Spending more time with friends

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Choose which of these references make sense to incorporate in your specific story. Hope this helps with your writing!

[qiribov]

I’m sorry people keep comparing your AU to other AUs without giving anything else to go on! Just saying your work seems like someone else’s but then not explaining why or how would just feel like they’re not appreciating your work for its own creativity. :(

Every AU, even ones that come from a common base idea, are unique because they come from different people! In this case, the only AU I know of currently that’s even remotely like yours is still different because they made their NRC boys magical creatures and their medium is drabble fanfiction. Your AU is art based!

And your artwork is SO CUTE????? The art style you have just gives me the vibes of a watercolor painting… if that makes any sense at all??? I know you’re using a paper and pencil but I see your drawings and they just feel watercolor to me.

And I love that so much. They’re so soft and flowy and squishy and I just wanna hug them! 💜

For your AU, may I ask for a written list of what animals the guys are? I’m pretty sure I can figure most of them out by the reference picture you provided and by popular fanon choices, but I’d still like to confirm if that’s okay?

Plus, I can be dumb sometimes. 😅 So, having an official list made by the creator would be helpful! 😊

You said in your post you were upset with people mentioning comparable AUs without even linking them, so the AU I was talking about up there that is writing based is the house pet au by @/twst-drabbles. I hope this ask didn’t stress you out! It’s definitely not my intention!

I literally melted while reading this so sweetly.

I'm a bad yapper, but I'll try.

Riddle Hedgehog. because of the thorns he is wearing a jacket not a regular shirt or t-shirt

Ace Fennec. Just fennec. I don't want to explain it.

Deuce Blue Wolfhound. i like to think he used to be pretty aggressive in this au before too.

Trey Panda. he's just big and soft. but doesn't really like to be stroked too much.

Cater the Red Panda. they are just cute red and love attention not sure what to add

I didn't change Savanaclaw and Octavinelle animals so I'll skip them.

All the Octavinelle members live in a big pool that has an indoor entrance. i think Crowley just gave them the pool because he was too lazy to do the aquarium.

Jamil Rattlesnake. i didn't want to think too much about a particular subspecies of snake ok .;) he sleeps in the terrarium most of the time

Kalim Sea otter. his favorite toy is plastic colored shells. in fact he can steal anything that looks like a shell.

Vil Peacock. In fact, I've been thinking for a very long time about what else Vil could be besides a peacock and I haven't come up with anything. actually I'm not complaining. Sometimes he dives off the perch on Grim because he acts like an ass.

Rook the poodle. He's so abnormally hyperactive and the worst part is he's quiet.

Epel grizzly.

Idia and Ortho still cause arguments in my head they are the only ones I haven't drawn. Idk Idia could be a greyhound????

Malleus the dragon. in my head he just likes gargoyles and ice cream and strides with the sound of SpongeBob.

Lilia the bat. He's so affectionate and likes to brush his fur.

Silver Ferret. I knew he had to be a ferret when I saw all those videos where they are VERY hard to wake up.

Sebek the crocodile. he's so noisy and likes to stomp his feet and tail.

[maxilsmaster]

i am not normal about these characters: sonic the hedgehog

i have so many headcanons about this blue motherfucker. it’s not even funny. therefore, i’m making it everyone else’s problem

most of these will be stated like facts, but they are all headcanons.

let’s get two of the big ones out of the way. autism and adhd. he has them. his autism presents primarily through lack of understanding social cues, low empathy, touch aversion/sensitivity and special interests. his adhd presents itself through hyperactivity, impulsiveness, disorganization, poor working memory and lack of an attention span.

because of his low empathy, he has to make a conscious effort to react appropriately in a given situation. he still cares about people, he just can’t express it through empathy. this has caused disconnect between himself and other people before. his lack of empathy is somewhat compensated for by his strong sense of justice.

sonic does not like touch. not only does it remind him that he has a physical form (mood), but in most cases, it just feels uncomfortable. he especially dislikes it when touch restricts his movement. he’s also very texture sensitive, which is part of his aversion to water. because of all this (and his need to move around a lot), he’s actually also claustrophobic.

he has special interests in geography and mechanical stuff. a headcanon i copied from a random person is that he has a perfect sense of direction. he also enjoys tinkering with things because he is Doing and he likes to be Doing at all times.

hyperactivity is self explanatory. same with impulsiveness. he’s tried to work on the latter, since he doesn’t enjoy that trait about him, but his body moves quicker than his brain, in multiple senses. his inattentive nature is primarily caused by his hyperactivity.

one more thing related to his autism is him having been nonverbal when he was younger. he started speaking a bit after meeting tails, whom i believe to have been the catalyst. sometimes, primarily when experiencing strong emotion, sonic still goes into verbal shutdown. he uses a sign language (i default to american sign language but it could be any) to communicate when this happens, as well as whenever it’s just himself and tails.

in my heart, sonic is a repulsed aroace trans man. you can never take this from me.

sonic also hates winter. snow is cold, it slows him down, he can’t run on ice, when snow melts it makes his legs wet, and all in all, he just really doesn’t enjoy it. he does have seasonal affective disorder. the exceptions to his winter hatred are snowboarding and christmas.

sonic is almost as good of a pilot as tails. the tornado was canonically his plane first, after all. he doesn’t fly as often, but he’s still fully capable. fixing up the tornado was actually the origin of his interest in mechanical stuff.

sonic’s favorite band is crush 40.

sonic cannot public speak to save his life. he can public sign, he can public appear, he can even public juggle, but public speaking (speaking being the operative word here) is not something he can do.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[tokito-dulya20]

A FRIEND IN NEED

Pixychu Midoriya angst (OC angst)

Characters: Pixychu Midoriya (my BNHA OC), Yumara Moringa (my BNHA OC’s best friend), Mirai Tachiro/Samurai (BNHA OC’s assigned agency i made) Kansatoki Hikari, Yukihara Fujiko, Yume Hoshino, Amaya Kazumi

{WARNINGS: MENTIONS ON BLOOD, VIOLENCE, DEATH, SELF-HARM AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!!!}

[Class 1A is assigned different agencies to be on. Pixychu is assigned to the Samurai Agency, and she meets her childhood best friend. While on a mission, a villain attacked them and Yumara sacrificed herself to save Pixychu. Later on, Pixychu’s odd behavior surprises everyone. The BNHA OC squad asks Pixychu about it  and she eventually opens up]

It’s been a few weeks after the sports festival, Aizawa sensei was assigning everyone in Class 1A to different agencies. Everyone knew Pixychu Midoriya, a cheerful and hyperactive girl with a heart full of sunshine. She was assigned to the Samurai Agency, a group of heroes known for their discipline and honor.

As Pixychu arrived at the Samurai Agency headquarters, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. It was there that she met her childhood best friend, Yumara Moringa. Her quirk is water/blood manipulation. They had spent countless hours playing together, dreaming of becoming heroes side by side. The reunion filled Pixychu's heart with joy, and she couldn't wait to reunite after a few years of not seeing each other.

One fateful day, while on a mission to protect a high-profile target, a powerful villain attacked them with their quirk. Yumara, always selfless and brave, sacrificed herself to save Pixychu from the villain's deadly blow. The loss was devastating, and Pixychu's world shattered into a million pieces.

Filled with rage and grief, Pixychu unleashed a side of herself that no one had ever seen before. She fought the villain with a ferocity that bordered on madness, nearly beating him to death. She ran to her best friend who was now dying.

Pixychu: Yumara!! Hold on!! We can get help!! 

Yumara: Pixychu… d-don’t g-get a-any h-help..

Pixychu looks at her with tears as her best friend was dying and she was determined to get help to save her. Yumara weakly touched Pixychu’s head, knowing she gave her quirk to her. 

Yumara: I-it’s o-ok, P-Pixychu… e-even a-after, I-I’m g-gone, I-I’ll a-always b-be t-there f-for y-you.

 Yumara took her last breath, dying in Pixychu’s arms. Pixychu cried hard, even after her best friend’s funeral. The once cheerful and optimistic girl had transformed into a vengeful force, consumed by her pain.

Days turned into weeks, and Pixychu's odd behavior continued to surprise her classmates. She became distant, her once bright eyes now clouded with darkness. Kansatoki, Yume, Yukihara, and Amaya, her closest friends, couldn't bear to see her like this. They decided to first ask Deku about her odd behavior. 

Kansatoki: Hey Deku, do you know what’s going on with Pixychu?

Deku: I don’t know Kansa… It probably has something to do with her mission. She had gotten silent when she came home that day. I noticed her behavior had changed since she stopped eating and she hasn’t slept. A few days ago, I walked in on her cutting herself. 

When they heard this, they wanted to  confront Pixychu, hoping to understand what had caused this drastic change.

Sitting in a quiet corner of the girls locker room, Pixychu finally opened up to her friends. She spoke of the guilt that weighed heavily on her heart.

Pixychu: I should have died instead of her.. I don’t understand why she had to die instead of me.. 

 She couldn't comprehend why she had been spared while her best friend had paid the ultimate price. Kansatoki was almost like the mom of their friend group. Hearing this, Kansatoki was a little pissed at what her own friend said about herself. She flicked Pixychu’s head hard and Pixychu flinched from it.

Kansatoki: Pixychu!! You NEVER say anything like that to yourself, EVER!! She paid the price to save you, her best friend. It’s like you’re spitting at the price she paid to save you. Is that how you want her to feel, Pixychu?

Tears streamed down Pixychu's face as she confessed her fear of losing control, of becoming a monster consumed by vengeance. She feared that the darkness within her would overshadow the light she had always carried. 

At that moment, Pixychu realized that she didn't have to face her pain alone. Her friends reminded her of the strength she possessed, not just physically, but emotionally as well. They assured her that it was okay to grieve, to feel anger and sadness, but that she mustn't let it consume her.

With their unwavering support, Pixychu slowly began to heal. She learned to channel her pain into her training, using it as fuel to become an even stronger hero. Her friends stood by her side, reminding her of the love and light that still existed within her.

As time passed, Pixychu's odd behavior gradually faded away. She returned to her cheerful and hyperactive self, but with a newfound resilience and understanding. The experience had changed her, but it had also made her stronger.

Pixychu's journey taught her that even the brightest of souls can be touched by darkness. It taught her the importance of leaning on others during times of hardship and the power of friendship in overcoming even the deepest of wounds. And most importantly, it taught her that even in the face of tragedy, the light within her would always shine through.

TAGGING THE PEOPLE WITH BNHA OCS: @theyslaydemons , @unofficialmuilover, @cloudymistedskies , @theyluvsmilo

[dark-elf-writes]

OH!!!! Maybe Uzumaki have chakra so dense that they can’t comfortably hold it inside them like everyone else. At its most basic level, chakra is a form of energy that can be converted into other forms once it exits the body. If too much leaves the body, you get chakra exhaustion which may be fatal since your body has nothing to operate on and starts to shut down. By that same logic, when not enough chakra/energy leaves, the whole body is functioning at max capacity all the time. I imagine this would cause the Uzumaki to have quite a few ADHD characteristics, especially when it comes to hyperactivity and difficulty focusing. And considering Naruto has even more potent chakra as a jinchuriki, these effects would be greatly heightened.

So, perhaps the Uzumaki have to spread their chakra out around them so that it’s not all locked inside of them. This, of course, would lead to them being aware of whatever their chakra touches and result in their sensing abilities.

Sensor Naruto holds a very close place in my heart and I love it when he can tell how people are based on their chakra. Especially when it goes beyond just nature affinity and delves into personality, intent, and emotion. This could be an Uzumaki thing or a Kurama thing, maybe even both which makes it even more special.

I’m also thinking about Naruto using his Chakra as a blanket of sorts that he wraps around his friends and let’s tangle with their chakra. Just him wrapping them in chakra hugs constantly and soothing any of the hurts in their signatures.

!!!!!

Uzumaki Care 101: the unofficial guide that Choji’s dad had pressed into his hands with a weak shrug saying he just happened to find it tucked away in some forgotten corner has an entire chapter solely related to chakra control.

If an Uzumaki can’t release enough chakra throughout the day the chaos they cause is worse of course but it also effects attention span, sleep habits, increased or irregular heart rate among other things.

It turns out Naruto has been spreading a thin web of chakra around him since he was a child to sense for possible danger (and, in those dark nights before he was kicked out left the orphanage it was almost like what he thought a hug would be like warm and crackling with life and heavy around his shoulders.)

The others encourage him to increase the output because there’s so much locked away in Naurto that he has to burn through some of the excess before it drives him crazy or sends him into heart failure, and it’s like a physical touch, heavy and heady and so full of power that it takes their breath away at first.

Little Naruto, full of so much chakra. Too much.

After that they can always feel it reaching out to them, an invisible thread wrapped around wrists or ankles just wanting to feel them. To know they’re still around. That they’re alive and won’t leave him. And beyond that it’s always funny to watch the Jonin and assorted ANBU that stop by to “Not Help” in that way that’s always very helpfully pretend not to be surprised when Naruto notices them no matter how hard they try to sneak up on them. It becomes a game. So far Hound is in the lead by a long shot.

[guttersniper]

@inrovina said: a tearful hug, i’m Thinking. about xeno coming home after being recaptured by the facility 👀 thank you again for the once in a lifetime chance

hug prompts.

xeno shouldn't be his mirror.

that's the first thought that enters his head. xeno should be his opposite, bouncing around with the hyperactivity that he can tap into as easily as he can freeze the tepid glass of water sweating on the end table. mutt silently grabs a nearby coaster and places it underneath, just so he had something to do. he didn't really give a shit.

he settles down on the couch. a few cushions away, so that xeno wouldn't feel crowded. almost at the other end of it. almost.

(marco had told him everything. that which he didn't already know, involved as he was after stubbornly carving himself a space in the mission to get his fucking friend back. true to form, mutt's ears pricked up whenever he got the sense that something had been left out, evaded. he hates being lied to. even by evasion. he had spoken, voice like a low whipcrack, only the man's name. that had been the first time. the second time, he'd stared. bore holes into marco's skull. he didn't hold back, after the second time.)

he'd watched xeno as he reached out into the space between them, so he didn't flinch or stiffen when his hand was taken. he seemed – even colder, somehow. that wasn't what bothered mutt. it was what that could mean, if anything. he watches, too, the way xeno's face begins to twitch. first the chin, then the lips. then his brows crumpled, and a tear fell. then another. another, another, another.

mutt's the one that closes the distance. he doesn't move to touch xeno any more than he wanted. the thought and effort behind it speaks enough volumes.

desparately, xeno throws his arms around mutt and leans into him. mutt freezes, the other's mop of black curls soft against him. the sobbing causes an ache to start up in mutt's chest, flitting in his ribs like moths to a solitary bare lightbulb. his hand lifts, and he softly places it in xeno's hair. his other arm slowly winds around his shaking shoulders. fingers molding into the one furthest from him, he commences a steady, unyielding hold. at one point, he inches his head down – the barest of kisses. not there, but there all the same.

xeno falls asleep, like that. in his arms. he can tell by the way the crying stops and his breathing slows. he'd cried himself bone-tired. mutt doesn't move. it is like that that marco finds them.

[aspd-culture]

How can you tell the difference between adhd + autism and aspd?

Plus, I also have NPD so that makes it even harder to know if it’s just a combination of the three vs also being ASPD…cause I feel like I show a bunch of signs/traits for it but I’m like, what if that’s just the three that appear as aspd? I’ve been researching a lot but that still keeps me from fully investing myself in it.

I used to steal a BUNCH in elementary to middle school, I had a lot of emotional outbursts and aggression starting in kindergarten to elementary, which I don’t think could have been autism (as in meltdowns) because it was usually in relation to someone doing something to me/making me angry and just generally not having a good childhood.

Even when I was a teenager and kid I used to lie a bunch, it was a huge problem with me and my dad got pissed off a lot because I just lied constantly to either get out of doing things or because I did something I wasn’t supposed to, plus I also lied as a teenager to people online and basically used people, one situation with lying was particularly bad that I’ve never told literally anyone about because it was a huge lie that lasted for months but…yeah.💀

And the thing that makes me think particularly that this could be aspd that influenced this…is that I don’t really feel bad for any of it? It’s just things that happened. I mean my npd sorta makes me proud of it in a weird way, which I know is not exactly…acceptable, but that’s just npd making me think doing bad shit is cool, because I don’t really care about ‘right or wrong’ in relation to myself.

Anyways, I would appreciate your opinion as you have aspd and it helps me a lot to contextualize the shit I experience.

I'll be real, the reason I can tell the difference between some of my disorders enough to know which symptom is flaring from what is mostly by... vibe I guess? It feels different. It's hard to explain, but ASPD flares feel much, much different than autism symptoms, though I can rarely if ever tell the difference between ADHD and ASPD except the hyperactivity bit.

The DSM-V actually has a whole section dedicated to how ASPD and NPD present when comorbid (as well as some other disorders that can be comorbid, I believe), so that would probably explain it infinitely better than I could being that I don't have NPD afaik.

The aggression symptom you described sounds to me like it is more likely to be associated with ADHD via impulsivity or autism via sense of justice just as easily as it could be ASPD aggression in my opinion being that there was a defined reason for it. ASPD aggression is often disproportionate and/or misaimed. I, for an anecdotal example, did not ever act out towards probably 90% of my aggressors and abusers. Instead I took that frustration and aggression and bottled it up until it accidentally came out at people close to me who I liked. As a child, I was known to yell and scream at adults randomly for literally no reason and go around the room saying the single most hurtful thing I could think of to each and every adult there, and found myself horrified at the idea of doing something as uncomfortable/outright gross feeling as apologizing even though I knew I didn't mean to say/do those things. The only time my abusers received that treatment before I was a teenager was if they happened to be in the room of adults I was screaming at.

So whilst I am definitely not saying pwASPD don't lash out at the people doing something wrong to them, I will say that behavior is equally likely to be ASPD, ADHD, or autism.

The lying and stealing you described both are textbook ASPD, especially if you didn't feel bad for it or possibly even were proud of yourself for it. Believe it or not, it's pretty common to feel that pride in these actions even without NPD. ASPD has an ego/arrogance associated trait as well.

One of the less discussed symptoms of ASPD is its relationship with self-esteem. In ASPD, self-worth is extremely unstable and often based on whatever the most recent accomplishment is. Lying, manipulating, stealing, etc are often very much included in this, and pwASPD will often feel proud of ourselves for the action of lying, stealing, etc and separate it from whatever happens as a consequence to it unless we get caught. Then the opposite tends to be true and our self-esteem may take a huge hit and make us feel entirely worthless for not getting away with it. This is why pwASPD are often accused of being sorry we got caught vs sorry we did it; our self hatred is misread as remorse and they only see it if our brains perceive the situation as us having had "failed".

It sounds very possible to me that you may have ASPD or possibly just a mix of NPD and ADHD or autism, both of which can combine with NPD to reproduce ASPD symptoms. It's somewhat about the mindset and how you view the world. One major thing not mentioned here is your view on relationships and how safe people feel to you, which can help differentiate autistic social awkwardness vs ASPD social avoidance. Just some food for thought! I think reading through the extended info on ASPD presentations in the DSM-V may help bring some light to this for you!

Sorry it took so long to get to this ask.

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OK OK, I have a question but it's kind of complicated and I totally understand if you can't answer it because I think you really need a singlets perspective too, but I'll leave it here anyway!

So, sometimes I have some "thoughts", which can come in the form of sentences or other things, which are totally random and meaningless. I thought this was normal (aka common) and called it "intrusive thoughts" because technically it wasn't coming from me.

But, I've been seeing in the last few days some people explaining that intrusive thoughts are actually thoughts that don't agree with your moral values but still appear out of nowhere, which usually causes some level of discomfort. I realized that my ""intrusive thoughts"" didn't fit into this, because I didn't feel uncomfortable and it wasn't anything that contradicted any moral values of mine.

Then I saw some people explaining that what most call "intrusive thoughts" are actually impulsive thoughts, which are basically thoughts that make you want to do something. Again, it doesn't fit my experience because these thoughts are never driving me to do something, it's more like "what is this [specific media I like]?" appearing out of nowhere while I'm thinking and I'm almost immediately starting to explain to an imaginary listener about this media.

I was questioning myself being a system before, and this has made me more prone to questioning, but I wonder if it's something with ADHD hyperactivity or just a common thing, as it doesn't happen to me very often (or at least I don't repair) and I don't remember hearing a response that came from the same place these thoughts come from, so I don't know if it could actually mean I'm plural or it's just... Some quirk.

Well, my question is basically this: Is this a common experience, are there other more plausible explanations, or is it really an important sign that I can be plural and I shouldn't ignore it?

— Angelly

Hiya, Angelly! So having random, unhinged, or unexpected thoughts that seemingly come out of nowhere isn’t actually a sign of plurality in and of itself. I think it’s a common experience for people to be confronted with a thought they weren’t expecting! :3

Have you ever conjured an image in your mind that’s seemingly random? Like a chicken juggling oranges, or a line of tap dancing frogs, or a sentient, pie-throwing, microwave robot (okay that last one is an Adventure Time reference hehe)? Having unexplained, random thoughts is actually completely normal, and is something that even individual alters within our system experience occasionally!

Especially if you have ADHD or are prone to losing focus, it makes sense for you to experience random thoughts fairly regularly. Even in neurotypical singlets, the mind can wander, and thoughts can pop up spontaneously!!

I’m including a link to an article from Cognition Today about random thoughts, daydreams, and how they occur:

Does this sound more like something you’re going through?

We’d say that only you can ultimately determine whether or not you’re plural, or whether having random thoughts makes you plural. But we will say that having random thoughts that aren’t necessarily intrusive, just unexpected, is totally normal for singlets and individual alters alike!! If it is a quirk, it’s a quirk that comes from being human, or at least a sentient, thinking being!!>w<

💚 Ralsei and 🐢 Kip

[muwapsturniolo]

✯RowdyRuff Sturniolos✯

Summary: Basically I’m matching the triplets to one of the rowdyruff boys

warnings: I DO TALK ABOUT CHRIS AND NICK GANGING UP ON MATT BUT IT'S NOT HATE!! IT'S SIMPLY AN OBSERVATION!!!

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Nick would be Brick.

Brick is the leader of the rowdyruff boys as well as the oldest. He started off very evil and still had respect for his brothers, but eventually changed. When HIM brought them back to life, he was very cocky, arrogant, and devious. I don't think Nick is evil but, we know how he can get depending on the situation. I mean Nick said it himself when he gets angry he is scared of himself, so i feel like it adds up. Both Nick and Brick have a tendency to pick on their brothers so it adds up. In the show, Brick and Butch tended to gang up on Boomer so it makes sense for Nick to be Brick considering Nick does team up with Chris on Matt. I also think red compliments Nick very well, especially when he has the red-brown hair thing going on. Brick's main ingredient is puppy dog tail, now we aren't harming any animals so I feel like Nick's ingredient would be a beat up pair of shoes. super dirty from running around and doing who knows what.

Matt would be Boomer

Boomer is the middle child of the rowdyruff boys, categorized as the dumb blonde with blue eyes. Matt isn't dumb though, he just doesn't have a chance to speak because his brothers gang up on him and interrupt him, much like Boomer. After Boomer's resurrection from HIM, he became a loudmouth and fought back. I see that in Matt. Nick and Chris joke about him trying to be tough, but I see it as him standing up for himself, and making his voice heard. Even though Boomer is considered evil, he is still polite. I see that in Matt, he can be mean/aggressive when need be, but for the most part, he is polite. blue looks so damn good on Matt, it's my fav color on him (besides pink.) Boomer's main ingredient is armpit hair. Ion know about yall but I'm not snipping any armpit hair so I feel like Matt's main ingredient would be a hockey stick and a blue slurpee.

Chris would be Butch

Butch is the youngest of the rowdyruff boys, categorized as the chaotic, havoc-reaping, little brother. idk about yall but that is Chris to a T!!! He is so mf chaotic it's mindblowing. There was an episode where Butch poured Gatorade on Mojo Jojo and all I can think about is Chris pouring drinks on Nick in the car. At first when Butch was introduced he was more calm and collected, agreeing with what his brothers wanted to do. When HIM resurrected the boys, that's when Butch became a little chaos gremlin. I feel like that works with Chris because he is calm and collected for the most part and then suddenly he's jumping around and making the most noise. Very hyperactive, jolly, and likes causing chaos. Both Butch and Chris have a tendency to twitch when they get excited, making crazy noises, grinning like a mad man, and flailing their arms. Typical little brother energy. Butch's color is green and I think Chris needs to wear it more. It really makes his eyes pop and the way it matches his hair just does sum to me. Butch's main ingredient is snail, it's so obvious and has been done but I just now his main ingredient would be a Pepsi...just to be original I feel like his other ingredient would be a burp or cough😭

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[riordanverse-dorphin]

[Description: a graphic titled “Misdiagnosis Monday” and subtitled “ADHD vs Borderline Personality Disorder”. It’s a ven diagram of ADHD and BPD.

Under ADHD: Difficulty with organization, Impulsivity (regardless of stress), Difficulty regulating attention & focus, Struggles with persistence & motivation, Hyperactivity, Distractability, Hyperfocus

Under BPD: Pervasive sense of emptiness, Impulsivity (often self-harm oriented & increases under stress), Marked by a pervasive pattern of instability in relationships, self-image, & mood, Intense relationships - often marked by idealization & devaluation dynamics, Pervasive fear of abandonment

In the overlap: Impulsivity, Novelty seeking, Interpersonal difficulties, Self-esteem often impacted, Emotional regulation difficulties, Increased rates of eating disorders & substance abuse, Sensitivity to sensory changes, Rejection sensitivity, Intense mood shifts, Genetic overlap, Irritability

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Your analysis is great! My response got long so it’s under the cut.

My main reasons for thinking about it were the poetic symmetry with Percy and Coral too. Like the scene where Percy says he wishes he was like Coral and didn’t feel and Coral says feelings are important, or Coral’s thoughts on why embracing the storm the way she does won’t work for Percy— it just fit so well.

(Unrelated but: the scene where Percy explodes a monster in front of someone and just flings the blood off himself and leaves because the sea doesn’t give a shit whether or not you want to drown? It’s been living in my head since I read it. I need to make a visual but I have limited art skills and too many assignments so instead I’m holding it in my mouth like a baby alligator.)

Canon Percy doesn’t fit BPD symptoms nearly as well as he does in your two posts with Coral. Certain things do fit— imo his impulsivity absolutely increases under stress. He can somewhat handle his impulses in normal situations but during battle he makes reckless decisions (often while knowing his stunt could easily get him killed). Luckily for Percy he’s very intelligent and good at thinking on his feet or else one of his spur of the moment ideas would have gotten him killed.

Percy choosing Jason to talk to about being suicidal because he isn’t close to Jason makes so much sense! It’s a thought with so much potential.

WRT Favorite People, I don’t think Percy’s relationships fit that. Especially in the original series. I was someone’s Favorite Person at one point (he and I are still friends, we just drifted apart) and the idealization was way more intense than anything Percy has ever expressed towards Annabeth. Like, he couldn’t accept apologies from me because he couldn’t think of me as having done something wrong.

Percy doesn’t have trouble reconciling his admiration of Annabeth with her flaws. In the sphinx scene in book 4, he is aware that Annabeth is being a dumbass but that doesn’t cause any major split with his view of her as intelligent and competent. Same with her emotional bind spot for Luke.

Your Percy & Coral stuff is awesome & I’m now thinking about an oc child of Poseidon with BPD.

@riordanverse-dorphin, tumblr ate your ask. Luckily I get email notifs so did see it. For others, ask was suggesting if the Neptune kids have/are geared towards SzPD, perhaps Percy (and other Poseidon kids) have/are geared towards Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD).

I did actually consider it when I was like hmmm 🤔 what would Percy be more prone to, but, lol, set those thoughts aside because of brain fog ahaha. The "emotional rollercoaster" that often describes the disorder also fits the idea that Poseidon is the emotional moody ocean, while Neptune is the uncaring emotionless sea, which is one of the reasons I had been thinking abt it tbh.

Anyway, see my thoughts below!

The description and diagnostic criteria of BPD through the DSM-5:

Borderline personality disorder is described as a pervasive pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships self-image and emotion as well as marked impulsivity beginning by early adulthood.

It is indicated by the five or more of the following symptoms:

A pattern of unstable relationships

A fear of abandonment, whether real or imagined

Instability and insecurity in self-image

Impulsive high risk behavior such as excessive spending, promiscuity or substance abuse

Suicidal behavior or self-harm

Intense mood swings

Chronic feelings of emptiness or sadness

Anger management issues

Stress related paranoia or loss of contact with reality (aka general dissociation, depersonalization or derealization)

Additionally! Here is how ADHD and BPD overlap.

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So how would Percy fit? Further explanation(s) of how the symptoms may presentation in BPD.

Unstable, intense relationships: ❌

While I think we could consider Percy's relationship with Annabeth to be intense, I don't think he really has unstable relationships. His top three relationships - Grover, his mom, Annabeth - are all fairly stable, imo.

Fear of abandonment: ❓

I think this one is up for interpretation. I can't fully recall any specific scenes where he's terrified of being left by his loved ones. But I personally a) think Poseidon has a fear of abandonment, due to the clinginess of the ocean, and b) Percy so very much loves his inner circle - his mom, Grover, Annabeth - that he's terrified of them ever leaving him. This is kind of seen in TTC when he's worried that Annabeth will leave for the Hunters, as well as his refusal to let her go and choosing to fall into Tartarus with her. But one could think of that as being more romance-oriented so 🤷‍♂️ That being said, there's also his "no Grover, do not remove the empathy link" thing that you could side-eye as "I need to keep Grover in my life forever and an empathy link is perfect for that". So for me, it's a check. For others, it's up to interpretation.

Poor self-image: ✔

Percy does not think very highly of himself. The earliest obvious display of that I can think of was in TSoM where he was looking at his "perfect" reflection and thinking about how much better that guy looked. Otherwise he does think of himself as a burden to others, or a bad kid. He also thinks of himself as stupid, even when he's noted to be fairly intelligent when it comes to battle. He has a low self-esteem. While he's improved since the start of the series, much of these feelings are still present.

Rapid mood changes: ✔

Percy has been noted for being unpredictable and moody, like his father. Like I said, the intense mood swings symptom was actually the reason I was considering BPD before because where Neptune is the uncaring sea, Poseidon is the emotional one.

Impulsive and dangerous behaviour: ✔

Yes, it's a check, but it also overlaps with other things. The nature of being a demigod is inherently dangerous. ADHD also lends to impulsive behaviours.

Repeated self-harm or suicidal behaviour: ✔

BoO literally has him talking about being suicidal and wanting to die. He also expresses suicidal thoughts in various spots throughout the series. A lot of other people in the fandom have already spoken about this. Additionally, I headcanon him to self-harm frequently.

Persistent feelings of emptiness/sadness: ❓

Question mark because I'm not sure. I think his feelings of emptiness/sadness would more so related to his suicidal feelings or depression. Additionally, what I get from Percy is that his base emotion is anger. And that's something he does his best to repress. Hazel mentions in one of the books that there's a similar sadness between him and Jason though. So, I guess it's up to you. I personally headcanon Percy as struggling with alexithymia, so for me this would be a check. But for others it may be an X.

Anger issues: ✔

I mean do I even need to explain this one?

Temporary paranoid thoughts and/or dissociation: ❌

Doubtful with this one. I think any paranoid thoughts Percy displays in the series are valid within the context of the going-ons in his life. I mostly relate dissociative behaviours with Jason or Frank too. Dissociative behaviours, such as depersonalization or derealization, may occur when I write him but it's really in relation to him being depressed versus a general "out of body" sense as with the other two.

Also, in researching SzPD, quiet BPD came up a bit. Quiet BPD is not separate from classic BPD. The traits are just noted to be directed inwardly rather than outwardly. They will still experience the intense emotional rollercoaster that distinguishes BPD, but they tend to shut their emotions down or push them aside. More so, their sense of self is marked by shame and/or self-hatred.

So, I think where his outbursts of anger and impulsivity are expressed outwardly, the other traits are kept inwards. He doesn't talk much about his emotions to people. Even in BoO, talking to Jason about being suicidal can appear like an intentional choice, because Jason is not someone he is close with. Also they talk about it in the middle of a fucking battle. It might've been something he needed to verbalize without actually talking about.

Also "Favourite Person" is something that notably occurs in BPD, where a person with BPD becomes heavily reliant on a specific person for emotional support, attention, and validation from. They are often highly idealized and tend to be the center of a person with BPD's focus. Percy's clinginess with Annabeth can kind of come across as this.

Hope that helps! And fingers crossed Tumblr doesn't eat anymore of my asks :)

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

So I didn’t get completely art blocked after drawing Twyla like I thought I would, and I did end up drawing Howleen!

I might tweak her a little bit cause it’s not really giving me full Howleen vibes?? I think it’s the hair. But I’m still pretty happy with her!

Here’s the picrew I used for reference (ignore her eyes, I forgot to choose a color for them lol)

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I personally see Howleen as like a full on baby gay (in Gen1 anyway). I’m talking like a mega drama/theatre nerd, she starts a GSA at school, she’s using any pronouns while trying to figure herself out, will potentially cut you if you misgender anyone in her presence and don’t correct yourself.

She definitely gave me that vibe anway lol.

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I also see her with ADHD and maybe autism? I’m currently writing a MH fic and I’m kinda redoing the character’s personalities and such to make them feel more realistic and rounded. But anyway, I see her as someone who wasn’t diagnosed until high school age (in my fic monsters getting diagnosed with stuff like that is like how it is with POC getting diagnosed with stuff like that, and ADHD is something that’s “harder to detect” in werewolves/werewolf girls)

Which meant growing up she was always coined as a “trouble maker” and hyperactive kid and wasn’t the best in school and such, but after getting an evaluation (suggested by a teacher to her parents) and eventually a diagnosis, everything started to make sense and now she’s trying to come to terms with her diagnosis and understand herself better.

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This turned in a ramble post but yeah, I drew Howleen! Lol

[starshipsofstarlord]

The Eyes Are Lined

Summary: whilst on the last days of set of filming the show where he plays Tommy Lee, Sebastian is greeted with a surprise guest in his trailer, and he is certainly not going to be one to complain whence he’s gets a treat as sweet as you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (male + female receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, pet names

Word Count: 4133

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It fell from his lips as a relieved sigh, it had felt like forever since he had last seen you, and as he took in your form coiled in a baggy sweatshirt of his and hopefully nothing more, he was fast to close and lock the door behind himself. His tongue darted out to swipe the upon the underbite of his lip as he stepped slowly forwards in his adjourned flip flops, the wide shorts hanging off his legs. For this role he had very much diversified his appearance; lost weight, changed his hair, worn temporary tattoos - yet from the prowess that resonated through your eyes, nothing in the way of your attraction had changed.

“Sebba.” You greeted him with a wide smile, dismissing your phone that had been in your hand to the side of the couch, and crawling off the seat that you had taken up residence in. Instantly, your arms wrapped around his sleek torso, taking in the aroma of his deodorant that obliterated the senses through your nostrils. He pulled your face up with the grip of his heavy palm against your courteous cheek, as his breath fanned against the platter of your forehead.

“You’re here early, shooting doesn’t finish for another three days.” He stated, the grin that was tugging at his features clearly showing that he was anything but disappointed by your unspoken arrival. Tucking your arms to land around his waist like a belt that was enclosing him against you, you happily sighed, stroking your nose against the expanse of his bare chest that was beholden before you through the open curtains of his plain black hoodie. For a moment your eyes flickered down to the fake piercings that were strung like light fixtures from his nipples, watching as the silver metal beamed in contrast to the bulb that was fixed into the ceiling.

“I wanted to surprise you, it feels like forever since we were that close.” Was your confessing admission, as you pressed a warm kiss upon his revealed flesh, causing him to hum in acknowledgement of the amorous act. “Though I’m happy that god awful shadow is gone from your chin, if you want hair there then I suggest that you grow your beard back out.” You stroked your thumb over the crescent of his chin, running the pad through the indent as he inwardly cocked his brow, stiffening his jaw at your straight opinion.

“What’d you think of everything else? Be honest now darling.” He clicked his tongue, staring down at you with his smokily framed eyes, as you coiled back into your shoulders so that you could get a better overall viewpoint of him, as your hands descended to cupping the inward joints of his elbows. You balanced your weight on both of your feet, juggling between them to remain sturdy as you felt the mood in the trailer punctually shift, as though you were crossing through the mysterious channel that inhabited the Bermuda Triangle.

“Hmmm, well I’m rocking for the eyeliner, it really makes your eyes stand out more than they already do. And you know I’ve always been an absolute sucker for the longer hair, but I’m a sucker for you in general.” At that suggestive statement, you casted a sultry wink at him, hoping that he caught onto the act rather than thinking you had something entrapped in the perimeter of your eye. It was not dust that had clogged upon your pupil, instead it were lust, gripping onto the very image of him. It had been months, long ones at that since the pair of you had seen each other.

All the intimacy that your relationship confined in its long distance was dealt with over the phone, never once did the space that his work divulged the two of you apart make you feel lonely, he tried his utmost to ensure that you were comfortable even with miles for what seemed like an eternity separating you. The cellular contact that immersed your spare time furloughed for both late night calls that brought an innocent lovesick smile to resort upon the spectating image of your face that was reflected through the front camera of your phone, and sexual conducts that travelled across the countries that you were both in to bring you closer and alternatively higher together, in a blissful reunion that swamped your head with hyperactive hormones that followed after your mutual orgasms.

“Naughty.” He condoned you for your filthy innuendo, his hand cascading down the artwork of your body, and moving behind you, so that his fingertips were dancing upon the crown of your exempt ass cheek. “Guess all that time away has gotten you desperate for me, huh? Do you want to some sucking up to me? I’ve had a pretty hard day, and it would help me relieve a bunch of the stress that depends on these last few days. Not to mention I am so pent up from not seeing you all this time, it was practically torture honey bee, I’m not even sure how I survived.”

Dragging his head down to meet with your own, you pressed luscious and. Extended pecks onto his thin lips,having missed them covering every inch o your skin with the love that swelled in his chest and other places for you. “I don’t even know if you’ll last that long Bas, its been a certain while of you solely using your hand.” A giggle reaped from your throat as your hearing absorbed the gasp that slithered out of his mouth; he playfully pushed down upon the line of your shoulders, only enhancing your amusement by doing so. “So pushy.”

“That is right, and I will only get rougher with you the longer that it takes you to get down on your knees for me, so I would think logically. After all, after I completely wrap on this show, I’m going to have all the spare one in the world to put you in your little place and stop you from being a disobedient little brat.” It was a promise, he was threatening you in the most sexual way possible, and you’d be lying if you were to say that some aroused nectar hadn’t gathered in the passage that divided your highs down the middle. You gulped, intimacy written in every speck of your irises as you lowered yourself to be poised on your thighs, your face near the tent forming at his crotch.

The material of his shorts gathered with creases as his cock grew beneath the baggy subject that defined his legs that much more. A hand ravelled through your locks as you found yourself darting your tongue out to caress his legs, moving your muscle upwards as your hands teased the waistband of the barrier that prevented you from seeing all of him. “How much have you missed me baby, let daddy know.” Lightly, he begs to roll his hips forwards, pressing his erection teasingly against your face, and you were loving every second of it. His balls were pressing against your chin on every mimic forwards, and as you tried to speak, your voice was a tiny bit muffled by them.

“So much Sebby, I hated being apart from you.” You thought that would be a good enough answer, but as his fingers threaded further through your hair, a quiet yelp ejected from your throat as he strayed you head to be leant upwards so that you were gazing into his domineering eyes. That was when you realised that you must have made a mistake, but no matter what it was, it was much too late to take it back. Sexual fear paved through your gaze as you poured, wanting nothing to get back to your journey of duty which was to suck his cock, however, you could not continue if Sebastian had other things, such as whatever you had done so wrongly plaguing his mind.

“Bitch no cause why did you pronounce my name wrong? It begins with your favourite letter; a D, remember? And now I’m not even sure that you deserve my D. Right now I am not your Sebastian, what am I little girl?” He growled down at you, his toes rigidly curling in the open toed shoes that he were sporting, his hand remaining tangled in your hair.

“Daddy.” You tried not to sob out of dismissal, and instead expedited for apologising to refrain from angering him any further. “I’m so sorry daddy, I’ll do anything. Anything to make it up to you, please, I’ll never make that mistake again.” Unless it was not in this scenario of course, the pebbles of your tears brought a vivid richness and innocence upon your face, as though you were pooling diamonds out of the windows of your explicit soul. And I’m return, you were met with the gift of Seb shoving his shorts to be draped over his feet, his cock playing the curve of a sail as it stiffened more so at the air that hit it.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt baby?” He enquired as his right hand held his length in hand, enclosing his fist around the warm flesh that was beading with visible emotion at the tip. It was as though a pearl was balancing on the sector of his slit, teasing you as you dryly licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to ingest that into your body. To answer his question, your hands toyed with the bottom of his clothing article, pulling it up so that he could see your bare abdomen, of which was dressed in nothing more than your flawless skin.

“No daddy, I’m not. Am I in more trouble for that?” You worried that you were, all that you had wanted to do was surprise him, and you felt yourself grow a little giddy as he slowly shook his head, and pull back the coat of his foreskin to flash off as much of his cock as possible. He was teasing you to the slyest of his abilities, he wanted to subject you into doing something against your better judgement, and you remained strong, no matter how much you wanted to coil your lips around the head of his member and take him as far as the hollow of your throat would naturally allow.

“No baby, imma let you off the hook for that because I haven’t seen you in so long and I know that pretty little cunt has missed me probably more than the rest of you, but don’t test me again angel, or on the plane home you’re gonna have to sit on a bag of ice.” A part of you wanted to smirk, to coyly piss him off to see if that perseverance were to be true, however if you knew Sebastian, and you knew him more than well, you wouldn’t put anything past him nor his motives. “Go on, I can see you practically drooling to take me in your mouth. Don’t tease or I’ll fuck your face; be a good girl would ya.”

You weren’t going to waste anymore time, for all that you aware, any one of the set assistants could take him away from you, and that possibility only fuelled your instincts further as you hovered your head away from his hand, that was now patting and gently playing with your locks instead of using them as a leash, and flickered your tongue out to swipe that sample of precum and swallow it without hesitation. Before your mind could comprehend it, your body had already taken the next steps forwards and started to swallow down his member, your lashes fluttering closed as you hummed, sending a rhythm through Sebastian’s body of which made him cuss.

He was looking through half lidded eyes, almost shutting them, though stopping from doing so when he noticed your hand creep down the smooth skin of your thigh, and pry at your own folds. He was going to reprimand you for being so confident that you weren’t going to get caught doing something that was so ludicrous, but he decided that he were to allow you to continue for a moment. If he made a scene after revelling in his own pleasure, then you would be more compliant with whichever punishment that he nailed you down with. The tips of your digits quivered around your lips, before sinking within your walls and the rest of your palm cupped your pussy.

It made more sense now you were moaning against him, for not only the taste of him that hung heavily on your tongue, but from the slip of power that you thought you had over him, even if it be cloaked in secrecy. As he thought more of that, he found himself starting to fume with an underlining of rage, his fists stiffened at his sides as he exhaled through a combination of the sensations rippling beneath his skin. It was a combination of brewing disappointment and foreseen arousal; his veins burned with both, turning his blood warm and drumming his brain with one thing - it were his birthright to make you submit before him.

And though you were positioned in front of him, cast to your knees as you worked on his hard cock with your heavenly mouth, your mind had slithered away from the laws that you were supposed to obey as you fingered yourself against and without his jurisdiction. To retain from speaking out just yet Seb put the pressure of his front teeth down upon his bottom lip, as he tuned his ears on the sounds of your mouth i taking his cock and slathering it with the natural lubricant of your saliva, and if he paid enough attention, the sound of your nimble fingers darting in and out of your entrance was echoed through the slick that was provided from your hormonal body, that coated your fingers and glistened underneath the lighting.

As he felt a spark approaching through the intermissions of his pleasured body, he found it to be best to direct you away, and exhibit distance despite having forgone with that flow for the time space that you hadn’t seen each other in. And thus he gently stepped back, allowing his cock to fall past your lips and a string of spit to be the only thing connecting you to it. It was an instinct for you to whine as you watched him take his cock back into his hand, giving himself a couple of easing tugs to cool himself down from his ruined orgasm.

And that was when all prevailed in realisation for you, that he continued to ogle at you from above as your index and middle fingers on your right hand remained inside of your cunt, and as your mind sparked some sense back into it, you instantly removed them despite the emptiness that attained within that area. Your eyes remained wide as you watched with caution as Seb took it upon himself to take a seat on the sofa that was below the blind strung window of his trailer, his hand temptingly patting his thick thighs as a means to convince you to move closer.

“Get up here you deviant minx.” It was not a sweet gesture that he were offering you, no, instead you were getting punished despite evading such a fate earlier on. Pushing yourself up from your knees, you went to lay yourself against him homely lap, however as you went to do so, he tugged at the sweatshirt that compiled a flush of heat against your addictive body, pulling it up a few inches to send you the message. Once you had completely removed the appeared and were dressed to the eye in nothing more than your naked flesh, that was when Sebastian allowed you to continue laying your stomach across his legs, as your own legs and breasts were draped either side of them.

His rough fingertips caressed the muscles of your back, making them twitch from rugged anticipation. They descended lower as he dug his knee into your ribs, enjoying the way that your breath hitched. “You know the rules angel, you don’t touch without permission, and yet you did. Do you have anything to say for yourself before I bruise this beautiful ass red and blue?” The worst thing was you could imagine how your cheeks would look all bruised up from the harsh strokes from his commanding hands; it had happened before and each and every time you’d tell yourself that it’d never happen again, that you’d avoid such intimate brutality because you’d behave.

But you both knew better than to trust those empty promises that wailed from your desperate throat as you were subjected to a pain that made your mind hazy and your throat parched. “No daddy, just that I’m sorry.” A yelp quickly followed after as he collided his hand down upon the fat of your behind, your entire body jolting as you shakily inhaled, knowing that in a few minutes that you’d get used to the pain and find it less surprising. The first strike was always the worst, and as another clapped down, followed by more and more, tears reigned the paving of your face as they spilt down your cheeks.

Your apology was simply a waver in the air, it did nothing other than tell him something that he’d heard a million times by this point. And when nothing added to the soreness of your bosom, you swore that you were in heaven, it continued to sting though as relief washed over your aura, and your lashes flickered through the fallen tears, slowly drying from the sobbing that they had commenced. “You took that well, okay.” Seb breathed, beginning to softly stroke your ass which made you whimper from the feather light pressure that digressed against the impact he had prohibited you to dwindle in. “I’m gonna reward you, think you can turn over baby?”

He slipped out from beneath you, allowing you to remain on your stomach for the moment until you had finally came up with your decision. You wriggled a little, stretching your toes as you hummed in reply and switched, despite the searing conundrum that resorted favour over your backside, onto the polar of your position, only to find your lover of whom was in control crawling towards you, the rings around his eyes looking sinful as he stared at your naked body as though you were his prey. His hands began to reel up your legs, coercing you into squirming against the cushioning that was managing to keep you at the same physical level as him, though the same couldn’t be said for the mental premise that rendered in interference of your relationship.

Hot air brushed upon your mound as he pressed a kiss to the hill that lead to the lake that was fawning at his close proximity, waves crashing and glistening to appeal to his ocean eyes. “Daddy, can you please do something?” A grunt differed from his throat as he inhaled the sea salt that subordinated his nose to the all natural scent, all before he nipped at the inside of your thigh before delving his face between the tightened proximity, sealing his mouth around your sensitive bud as he mumbled moans against your reactive flesh, earning himself a deeper invasion as you rutted your hips up to his face.

Sebastian Stan was a man of many talents; he could clearly mimic anyone that a script needed him to, but the one thing that he was truly magical at was using his mouth. It was a skill set that made you mercilessly comply to him, it was his superpower, which was indeed ironic considering that he played a hero in one of the world’s biggest franchises known to cinema. He raised his hands to grasp at your own as he trailed them into his strongly pigmented hair, giving you permission to ravel your hands through his straight hair, and feel the smooth sheen against the judge of your skin. You liked it, as you knew that you would.

Using his tongue, he pried at your entrance, sinking it within you as he began to shake his unruly head, extracting small screams from your throat as you became victim to his plentiful evidence of love. Your chest raised out in the air as your eyes rolled back, and a tweak pulled at your clit once more, and looking down, it revealed that it were your beloved tugging at the button with his teeth, as he gouged your reaction. When you reached your orgasm, he dived head first back into your emptying cavern, cleansing all that he had subdued from your body via his amazingly versed and performed sentiment.

“Taste so fucking good baby.” To prove his point, he clambered above you, slipping his lips against your own as he swabbed your tongue with his own, sharing your own juices so that you could feel them balance on your taste buds. His hand ran down your body as he pinched your hardened nipples, earning himself a withered and high pitched sigh from your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss. “Think you for another one in you angel? Daddy wants to fuck this sweet pussy, you okay with that?” A dazed nod gave him permission, though he grasped your jaw with his strong hand as he ensured that you stared back at him. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, want your cock in me daddy. Always do.” A content smile used your mouth as it’s efficient puppet as he held onto his cock, and teased it around your folds, wetting his foreskin and other areas to make it more pleasurable for the both of you when he went to push in. And when he did, you felt like you had died and gone to heaven, it made you wonder how you ever survived going months without his touch, in any which way. Your hands held onto his hips as you steadied his weight, silently giving him the okay to start moving, and he did, he sunk within your cavernous walls, only to pull back and repeat the action. “Seb.” You breathed the shortened version of his name, the hot air leaving your mouth hitting his shoulder as he panted beside your face, his nose dragging up your cheek as you ran your hand down, cupping his balls and stroking them with the tender contact of your thumb.

For once under these circumstances, he did not shun you for saying his true name, instead he was too busy with the maddening rush that flew through his body as he fornicated with you. His pace increased, provoking the sound of flesh slapping upon flesh in the air as your thighs and hips clashed, amongst other parts. “Fuck sugar, ya close?” He asked you hurriedly, his forehead scrunching up as he felt immense pleasure as your cunt clenched around him, using his leverage to play with your clit once more. You ravenously nodded your head, dragging your nails over his body as you tried to jut your body up against his, chasing the approaching high which ultimately had you slumping against the cushions as he continued to pummel your body with his delivering thrusts.

“Shit.” He almost shouted, a soothing buzz ongoing in his body as he released his seed within you, you being able to feel every drop even after he pulled out and rolled to lay beside you, tugging you to be laying on his chest, neither of you caring for the cum that was escaping from your entrance that also happened to be the exit. “Why you laughing at me angel face?” Sebastian queried as he heard your cheeky sounds of amusement, a grin ruining the formation of his rocker disguise.

“You’re eyeliner’s all smudged.” You laughed, running the pad of your thumb beneath his eye and in the crows feet that dipped below, blending it further into his skin and giving it a grey hue to its ebony gradient. “You still look hot though.” You shrugged, nestling your head deeper into his chest, finally relieved that you and Sebastian were in the same place at the same time again.

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.