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trashyvanillabean · 3 months

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I just realized, I don’t think we see enough of “absent-minded scientists” being played seriously. At least for me personally, I think Ruan Mei is the first character I’ve come across that plays the trope seriously — with potentially dire consequences.

(On the off-chance someone actually decides to read this mental trash bag, please bear with me. I have a lot of trouble articulating myself. Also, it’s been a while since I completed the quest. 😅)

Interest in the Aeons and trying to understand human nature aside, Ruan Mei didn’t seem like she considered some laboratory protocols and backup plans for her experiments (at least, she never told us if she had any backup plans, which is…really bad for a scientist, all things considered).* All she said was that she would step in if things with the Propagation Emanator became too much for the Trailblazer to handle. What’s the criteria for that? How does she decide if things become too dangerous? What exactly was her plan if she did decide to step in? What was her plan if the experiment managed to break out of the Seclusion Zone entirely? A behemoth of that size, with that kind of power and aggression could have still caused massive damage within that minute before it finally died. At no point during the boss fight did she step in to give us a hand, nor did she bother asking about our condition after we managed to “kill” it (more like just watching it die).**

She does have the decency to try to apologize when we meet her again afterwards, but it felt more like a lab protocol with the whole “Time and again, my experiments have fallen short, and they’ve always yielded predictable results,” instead of, “I recognize that I have put you in danger, and I am sorry for that.” So it comes across as more “I’m sorry that my experiments are often failures,” and less “I’m sorry that I almost got you killed by my experiments.” (A good example of her mentioned communication struggles.)

What I’m trying to say is that I would not have minded if Ruan Mei was another example of the absent-minded scientist/professor I have seen before in other media (although, she would have been the rarer calmer ones), but instead she and her actions are actually played seriously. The whole Mission is played seriously (and quite scarily, even — slightly similar to Alien: Isolation).

There is no, BOOM followed by “lol your hair looks funny after that explosion!”

There is no “Oh, oops, teehee! I forgot~”

There is no burst of visible enthusiasm when seeing something fascinating and ensuing wackiness of trying to stop her.

Ruan Mei is instead quiet, reserved, and quite calm, either giving a false sense of security with her very basic display of social etiquette in offering us snacks, or perhaps seeming slightly unsettling for some others.

There are also potentially several laboratory violations, very dangerous if not critically dangerous research being conducted, and countless lives at risk if things went horribly wrong.

That kind of writing and thinking about the what-ifs, future encounters and potential payoffs are what fascinate me. Ruan Mei’s character still fits the mad scientist type of character to a T, without any of the villainy like with Genshin Impact’s Dottore or hyperactive eccentricity like with a few other characters (from different media I’m familiar with).

Now, we have Firefly, who has a history of combating the Swarm as part of Glamoth’s Iron Cavalry. It makes me wonder if there will be some kind of clash between her and Ruan Mei in future versions, considering that Ruan Mei is bringing the Swarm to life, even cloning an Emanator.

(I’m also wondering just how sturdy the station is. There is no way vibrations were not felt during that boss fight and someone would not think to ask around and investigate. 😆 There’s just no way.)

My only gripes have to do with how the Trailblazer seems to lack a little agency here. We have the option to refuse to eat her cakes, but we are still made to eat them anyway. We could have replied with “I don’t really accept food from strangers” if pressed, and it would have been interesting to see how the mission played out without being drugged (or maybe Ruan Mei could have attempted again with another method, and succeeded).

Trailblazer doesn’t even think to contact the Crew to let them know that they are doing something solo in case something happens (and oh boy, did something happen). Even if the drug only affects what they say, what is stopping them from using text messages?

When we were texting her after the mission, the Trailblazer straight up says, “I look forward to experiencing new stories with you.” It’s not even an option. We don’t get the chance to instead say something like, “After something like that, I don’t feel safe around you,” or “Please leave me alone and don’t contact me or ask for me (ever) again,” both of which would have been very understandable things to say after being put in a life-or-death situation. We don’t even have the option to give a blunt “I don’t like you.” 😂

For those moments, the Trailblazer’s writing was…almost kind of like how Genshin Impact’s Traveler is sometimes written (very limited dialogue options with a limited range of reactions), the operative word being “sometimes.”

Some (Probably Pointless) Notes:

*I will say, she did at least seal off the whole Seclusion Zone (which was definitely the right step given that we see Swarm enemies in the halls). What nags at me is that we don’t know what her plan could have been if the Trailblazer failed (and maybe even died) and those things had managed to get out.

**As for her being stuck in that meeting with the other geniuses, she could have said, “I’m sorry, but I just remembered something that I need to check on. I’ll try to be back asap. No, I don’t need any assistance, but thank you for offering.” Hell, she could have used the super basic bathroom excuse (the aftermath of which I think could have been a potentially comedic moment when asked why she took so long).

I’m curious: Of all the Paths that she could have chosen, why the Propagation? Obviously human experimentation is highly unethical, but has she already tried and failed to search for Emanators of other Paths to contact for various reasons? (Diamond, who works for the IPC, could be unsuitable, and the Xianzhou’s Arbiter-Generals would certainly be a no-go, but now we have Acheron.) Or was it because of her struggles with people and working with an animal was easier for her? (I’m gonna guess it’s the second one…)

Whenever people talk about her flaws, it’s most often about her drugging the Trailblazer and tampering with our memories in the process, or it’s about her neglecting and leaving behind the cat cake critters she created.

I have yet to see someone cite her, oh, you know, BREEDING A GIANT MAN-EATING ALIEN BEETLE IN HER COLLEAGUE’S BASEMENT.

ONE THAT COULD HAVE GOBBLED UP AT LEAST A FEW HANDFULS OF RESEARCHERS IF IT MANAGED TO DEFY RUAN MEI’S EXPECTATIONS AND LIVE LONGER, AND/OR BREAK COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTAINMENT.

It’s insanely dangerous (and irresponsible) no matter how you look at it.

(Yet the most common reasons are still either the cat cakes, or the nonconsensual drugs…)

Also, I know we all love our parental stand-ins (like Welt, who is an actual father, and who I feel definitely lets that play into how he handles March and our trash panda) and found family concepts and projecting them onto some of our favorite characters who fit those roles. I myself am guilty of fantasizing over the father-son relationship vibes between Jing Yuan and Yanqing. (It’s cute and hilarious to me.)

But isn’t it a little bit strange to get upset when that character, particular if they’re a female character, coughruanmeicough does not fit that role and has not expressed any desire to?

Heaven forbid women do anything? More like heaven forbid women refuse to do anything.

#vanille throws out the garbage #honkai star rail #ruan mei #it’s now around 6 am as I post this #I’m tired bruh #sorry if this feels pretty unintelligible

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riahlynn101 · 6 months

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"[You] Should Know Better Than That" (1).

Prologue

Here's the first part (of 30ish) of the slow burn Schmelly fic I promised back in November.

Summary: Two people - different in every single way - have their fates intertwined by the whims of a mad man. Broken, lonely, and trying to get by, they'll have to work together to make sense of their pasts.....otherwise be consumed by what they're trying so hard to avoid....

Vanessa hugs her knees. Someone runs past, causing the tablecloth to float up a little. Loud music blares through the restaurant and, mixed with the hyperactivity of sugar-high children, it’s hard to focus.

She trembles, squeezing her eyes shut. If she stays here….if she stays hidden…then-

Her thoughts come to an abrupt stop. Footsteps - heavier than the other children’s - thump down the hall. Vanessa can see the opening of the hallway from where she sits, curled up on the cold tiled floor.

“Please, please, please,” she whispers, her nails digging into her powder blue pants. The ones that her dad picked out for her. He didn’t often buy her things, but he had been in a good mood lately.

She should have known better than to get her hopes up.

Vanessa rocks back and forth. The footsteps get louder, closer , and she can’t suppress the shudder that runs up and down her spine.

“No, no, no,” she mutters. Her face feels wet and sticky. Vanessa absently wipes her face on her shoulder, refusing to look towards the hallway.

The footsteps stop. She closes her eyes, burying her head in her knees.

If she doesn’t look then he’s not there.

The table cloth rustles, and there’s the sound of metal clinking together. “Vanessa, sweetheart.”

A hand touches her arm, but she just jerks away. “Go away! Go away! Leave! No! No!” Panic overtakes her. She lifts her head just to scream at him, but their eyes lock, and suddenly, she feels weak. Her voice fails her, mouth dry and unable to form the simplest words. “G-ah…”

“Vanessa Elizabeth Afton,” he scolds, though his tone betrays slight amusement. “You’re acting like a child.”

She hiccups, wiping at her eyes. “Le-leeeave,” she begs. “Please, daddy. You-you’re scaring me.”

Her father shakes his head. It strikes her as odd that he doesn’t have the head on. Usually he strives to make the mascots feel lifelike. She suddenly remembers something but it’s too horrible to fully recall, so she does her best to bury it for later (or never at all).

“No, princess. I’m staying right here.” His voice is soft. Gentle in a way that reminds her of when he used to tuck her into bed, a storybook of fairy tales in hand. His strong arms, encased in the springlock suit, pull her in. And Vanessa, with no strength left (did she ever have any?), is forced into a hug.

He holds her close, the metal endoskeleton making clicking noises as he moves around. She tries not to look at the drying reddish-brown spot on the yellow suit.

It makes her feel sick.

Vanessa rests her head on her dad’s shoulder. She feels weak. She feels stupid. She just wants to be held.

“Don’t worry,” her dad murmurs into her hair. “I’m not going anywhere. ”

-x-x-x-

As is normal every morning, Mike wakes up disappointed. He glares at the sign above. The large blocky letters taunt him. He groans, forcing himself out of bed and into his daily routine.

The morning is quiet, though they normally are.

Besides throwing a stuffed animal at him and whining about going to school (something that Mike can relate to), Abby doesn’t seem willing to talk to him. And even if she wanted to, he isn’t sure what they would talk about. The weather?

He drops her off at school, the backseat door opening and slamming shut before Mike can so much as open his mouth.

“Love you, too,” he mutters to himself.

Work - once he arrives - is a lot slower than normal. The mall isn’t as packed as it usually is, or at least, not as hectic. Which he is immensely grateful for, especially after breaking up a series of fights between bored, agitated highschoolers on their spring break all last week.

Jeremiah smiles at him, always so happy and cheerful. He’s almost envious of his coworker’s seemingly endless good mood and high spirits. And on anyone else, it would annoy the hell out of Mike, but on him….

He quirks a corner of his mouth up, giving Jeremiah the barest hint of a smile. One that he accepts with an even bigger grin.

“Dream theory, huh?” He looks over the novel, flipping through the pages.

Mike hums, tapping the table with his pointer finger.

”What’s it about?”

Something sparks in Mike’s brain. He suppresses the urge to ramble about dream theory and everything that comes with it, because as nice as his coworker is, Mike has learned through trial and error that even nice people aren’t immune to telling him to shut up.

So, he sticks to the bare minimum. Jeremiah makes a small quib about using it to go back in time to fix a minor wrong. He then asks to borrow the book, but Mike needs it. Has needed it since the day he found himself all alone with Abby.

No mom.

No dad.

Just his baby sister and him and enough trauma to fill several suitcases between them.

Perhaps it’s because of that, that his tone comes off a little meaner than intended. “No.”

Jeremiah frowns a little.

“Uh,” Mike falters, not wanting to be the cause of his coworker being upset. “Do you want me to buy you your favorite ice cream?” If it works with Abby then-

The smile returns full force. He nods. “That sounds great. Thanks, Mike.”

He sighs inwardly. Phew, mission successful!

-x-x-x-

Mike’s brain is filled with fog. He almost feels like he’s floating. Body light.

“Mike.” His boss snaps his fingers in Mike’s face. The weightless feeling disappears, leaving him in soaking wet clothes and with sore knuckles.

“How…how did I get here?” He asks.

“Really, Mike?” His boss says, annoyed. “ That’s the excuse you’re going with?”

He tries to remember. All the steps that he took to get here. “I don’t….what happened?”

He went to get ice cream.

His boss laughs, shaking his head. “You’re lucky the man didn’t press charges, Mike. When I hired you I-”

There was a….little boy. All alone. No one was watching him.

Just like Garrett.

His boss continues to lecture him, but Mike is too far in his own thoughts. Bits and pieces of the memory coming together.

He was watching that little boy, when a man forcefully took Garrett him. No one seemed bothered by the interaction just like that day. And it was up to Mike to save Garrett the boy.

More pieces click together.

He ran as fast as he could, pushing past people.

And then, he-

Mike groans, slumping in the chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches his boss shake his head. Much like a disappointed parent, or a teacher pushed too far.

Somehow, even though he avoided being thrown in jail, Mike knows that his time here - while longer than his plethora of other odd jobs - is over.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa takes a large drink of her coffee. The bitter taste makes her lips curl, but it’s the only kind that wakes her up.

Her coworkers mill around each others’ desks. It’s a part of the morning routine before calls start coming in and people start leaving on patrol. She doesn’t understand it, or she does . But it’s so much easier to hide away at her desk, tucked into the furthest most corner. Everyone seems to forget she’s there, and that works for her.

Her desk is covered in papers. Cases that still need paperwork filed.

It’s been a relatively peaceful morning, which doesn’t bode well for the afternoon. She sighs, starting on the stack of papers.

-x-x-x-

Mike taps his foot. He’s never been much of a patient person. His mom once - while she was lucid enough to share stories - told him that he was five weeks early because he couldn’t wait to see the world.

Look at me now….

“Number twenty-seven?” A social worker announces. Her tired eyes scan the room. “Twenty-seven?”

It takes Mike a solid five seconds to register that it’s his number she’s calling. He raises his hand. “Here. Right here.”

Her lips purse into a thin smile, tense, because she’s seen him here before.

“This way,” she says, instead of whatever she actually wants to.

But Mike is used to being looked at that way. It doesn’t hurt anymore.

His newest social worker is a little odd. The old one apparently went on maternity leave. Not that Mike was particularly attached to her, but it would have saved him from being pinned under Mr. Raglan’s eyes.

Those eyes make him squirm. The intensity of them burning into his forehead. The man smiles, humming under his breath. Mike vaguely recognizes the tune. He thinks his dad might have hummed it once or twice.

Mr. Raglan digs into him. Keeping an even tone the whole time. A condescending smirk on his lips, and a knowing tilt to his head as he looks through Mike’s work history. It’s the same exact look that his guidance counselor gave him when Mike asked how he, now solely responsible for a mentally ill mother, and a baby sister, was going to pay for trade school.

The one that seemed to say:

If only you tried a little harder….

He balls his hands into fists, staring at the bookcase behind Mr. Raglan.

“What’s your deal…Mister Michael Sch-” His eyes seem to bulge out of his head. Suddenly, he swivels around in his chair and stands up. He coughs, going over to the coffee machine.

“Coffee?” He asks.

The abruptness of the interaction unsettles Mike to his core. The atmosphere of the room seemed to change at the drop of a hat. All because Mr. Raglan read his name? Does he know him?

Maybe he knows about Garrett? The whole town, at one point, did.

“Wh-what?”

“Uh…coffee…do you want some coffee?”

Mike shakes his head. “No.”

The rest of their interaction leaves Mike just as shaken and eager to escape the confines of the man’s office. Whether the change in his demeanor was coincidental or not, it still put him on edge.

“If you need a job…” Mr. Raglan’s words bounce around his head.

He stuffs the card into his jacket. As if.

-x-x-x-

Vanessa groans, twisting in her office chair side to side. The paperwork had taken a lot longer than she anticipated, and because her partner is an ass, she had twice as much than usual.

The computer on her desk is off, reflecting her face on the dark screen. Her eyes dart to a photo on her desk. It’s of her as a little girl, still relatively happy, and standing in front of her friends. Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy.

She swallows, a heavy feeling in her heart.

Her phone buzzes, and that heavy feeling gets worse. Only two people have her number.

Her place of work.

And… him .

She stares at it, not wanting to read the message. But it buzzes again and again, prompting her to flip it open.

435-xxx-xxxx: There’s another one.

Sent: 5:05 pm

435-xxx-xxxx: Refused the offer, but should be coming around shortly.

Sent: 5:05 pm

435-xxx-xxxx: Just in case, swing by the restaurant tonight. Make sure our new friend is acquainted with everything.

Sent: 5:06 pm

435-xxx-xxxx: Vanessa?

Sent: 5:06 pm

It’s no use ignoring him. She’s tried before.

Me: Ok.

Read

It’s not long after that he texts her again.

435-xxx-xxxx: Got him.

Sent: 6:00 pm

Her blood runs cold. A headache forms in her temples.

Please, not another one. Please no.

Vanessa should know better by now than to get her hopes up….

#cross posted on ao3 #fnaf fanfic #fnaf vanessa #fnaf au #schmelly #mike schmidt #vanessa x mike #slow burn

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tokito-dulya20 · 10 months

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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

#bnha oc #my hero academia #pixychu midoriya #pixychu angst #kansatoki hikari #yukihara fujiko #yume hoshino #amaya kazumi

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dark-elf-writes · 1 year

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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.

#the elf talks #naruto #Naruto Uzumaki protection squad

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guttersniper · 7 months

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@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.

#fuck off river. bye! ;-;#inrovina #v. modern.#answered.

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worm-in-a-trenchcoat · 2 years

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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)

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.

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.

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

#Howleen wolf #monster high #monster high fanart #ig I should call these redesigns #instead of just… character drawings lol #monster high redesigns #long post #these are redesigns for Gen1 btw!!

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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.

#aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #adhd #npd #autism #anons welcome

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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

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peasthedumb · 2 years

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Idea: nightmare but his goop his made out of liquid hate, like Killers ‘tears’

I guess his personality is very angry and spiteful. But also he is a bit more bubbly than normal nighty. Like- he might every now and then have hyperactive moments like killer. Still not as bad as killer, but it’s comparable.

He doesn’t look much different from a normal Nightmare though I guess. I suppose his goop is just an even darker black and doesn’t have that teel/blue tint.

I’m trying to figure out if I should change his eyelight. I don’t wanna make him have no eyelight, and I don’t wanna leave his eye teel, but also white and red don’t appeal to me that much.

Maybe his lore is like- instead of eating all the apples like normal noot, he just got so hateful of the villagers and Dream that he got overtaken by liquid hate? Idk.

OR: what if Killers tears are the same as noots goop?

Maybe this killer didn’t have any tears originally , but as part of nightmare recruiting him, he made him eat a black apple to make him stronger. It wasn’t enough to corrupt him but now his eyes leak that goopy stuff.

And maybe, you know how killer sometimes gets a faint white eyelight in his eye? What if this killers eyelight is teel whenever it shows up. OR: it can flick between white and teel whenever it shows up, white meaning he’s himself, and teel meaning the semi-corruption is messing with his mind.

And cause my headcanon is that noot was very uncaring of his squad at first but soon warms up, I imagine he eventually kinda feels bad for giving Killy a apple, which his why he didn’t make the others eat one too (I imagine he ‘adopted’ killer a fair amount of time before adopting the others so it makes sense. he had enough time to change his mind.)

#au ideas keep showing up #help #ngl I prefer the killer idea #it makes more sense for me #killer sans #nightmare sans

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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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.

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schneesisterss · 3 years

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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.

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Chaotic Foundling

Paring: Din Djarin x teen reader (GN)

Word count: 1,908

Rating : PG

Summary : Din's foundling is a wild thing and poor him has to do his best and parent them.

Warning: I am not really that wild so I did my best to show that they really don't have any boundaries in life lol. I hope you enjoy :)

It only took Din a day after taking you in to realize how much of a handful you would become. Sure, he thought that you were just a little on the hyperactive side…. He was quickly proven wrong.

“Stay put. Stay quiet.” Din sat you on the co-pilot’s seat of the Razor Crest. He was making last minute preparations for their departure off-planet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You hummed, swinging your legs in the chair as he walked off.

He made his way over to the sleeping quarters to check on Grogu. The Mandalorian was unable to make a proper check up as the ship suddenly jerked, tripping Din over his feet and face first into the floor. His armor rang loudly in his ears, disorienting him for several clicks before he managed to make a proper stance and run to the cockpit. There, he found you sitting in the pilot’s chair, his chair, a wild grin on your face as you gripped the controls.

You made a disappointed grunt when Din tried to pry your hands off of the controls.

“No!” You swatted at his hands in an attempt to stop him but he overpowered you quickly, landing the razor crest in a fast manner. The pit was silent except for the occasional beeping of machinery.

Din suddenly turned to you. “What was that?”

“You took forever!”

Din paused a moment, seemingly in disbelief despite not being able to see his face. “I was gone five seconds.”

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“Y/N! Stay put. I’m coming to get you.” Din stood at the base of a dune, staring up into the sky where you were. He had turned away for one second the next thing he knew was you got nabbed by local thieves who’d made a surprise attack, taken up into the air by one of them mounted on their cruisers as others surrounded him.

“No shit!” Your voice rang from above.

Din was quick to overpower the group around him. They were equipped with menial weapons that were nothing compared to his beskar. After throwing the last of the men to the ground, Din made a move to activate his jetpack when a body fell to his feet. He paused a click, seemingly unaffected by the sudden crack the body made and looked up at the cruiser where you sat alone.

To say that Din was proud would have been an understatement.

“Good job kid,” Din beamed underneath his beskar. “Sit tight, I’m- hey- wait- NO.”

Without giving Din a chance to finish his statement you dove into the air. You had no parachute or jetpack on your own. Instead you dawned a crazed grin on your face and a light in your eyes as you fell closer and closer to the ground. Your mouth opened to yell in joy, but instead made an “oof” sound when Din caught you midair.

“STILL ALIVE!” You exclaimed, dangling upside down from the way Din managed to catch you.

“Maybe if I drop you you’ll have some sense knocked into that head of yours.”

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Din thought that after the endless lectures you’d come to realize that you were to stay put where you were told as he went into battle. He quickly realized he was wrong when amidst the soldiers was speck of (H/C). He paused for a moment, unsure of what to think as he scanned the area for whatever it was he saw. Blasters grazed his helmet and hit a droid behind him, Din quickly straightened up and turned to the fallen droid before diverting his gaze back to whoever shot the fire.

There you were, carrying a blaster almost twice your size with Grogu swaddled on your back. And you were… laughing?

“Y/N” Din began marching towards you too.

“I wish I could have seen the look on your face.” You wheezed, jumping up and down. Din worried for the blaster in your hands and whoever was unfortunate enough to receive the next shot, most importantly whether it was to be on purpose or not. “Guess you weren’t ready for me to save your butt just now. You’re getting slow Din!”

A blast shot out of Din’s weapon as a soldier advanced toward the two children. You barely made a reaction as you were in the middle of spinning in joy.

“Where did you get that? I- Y’know what- nevermind. Go back to the ship. We’ll talk later.”

“But we like it here-”

“Now.”

You looked at Din a moment with a small frown. It quickly concerned Din when he saw that frown turn into a toothy grin, but before he could say anything a cruiser zoomed past him and all he could do was watch as you somehow mounted the vehicle mid-air, laughing with a wild glint in your eyes,

“No. Kid get off. No, no- Y/N! Hey!” Din broke into a run and followed the cruiser as you taunted him by sticking out your tongue and shooting the blaster recklessly.

---

The Mandalorian was assigned to hunt down a Bosa that had been terrorizing a peaceful farming village. After leaving you and Grogu to the care of the villagers, he spent the next several days tracking down the beast before he finally found it. What he was not expecting to find was you taunting the trapped beast with a metal pole and a blaster by your side. How you managed to trap it, Din didn’t know. He didn’t even want to know how long you waited before sneaking out of the village. But he turned to find Grogu nearby watching, giggling wildly until he fell over.

Din tried to call for you, but you didn’t hear as the beast roared loudly at you. You bore a crazed grin and screamed back at the creature, your face unnecessarily close to its mouth, and laughed wildly as you poked the creature with a stick. Just as the creature was about to try and bite you from it’s trap, Din picked you up and carried you and Grogu away from the creature.

“Can we cook it??”

----

With the amount of trouble you’ve caused for Din he’s learned to do a routine checkup to make sure that you had all of your limbs intact as they should be. With the amount of trouble you went into, from taking big falls and getting hit by a dewback -long story- he realized that checkups were a necessity as you probably had more mishaps and adventures than you let on.

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE.”

“You need the bacta kid,” Din was hot on your tail as you ran away from him and the bacta spray in your hands. He quickly put you in a corner. “Aha. C’mere, it’ll only sting a little.”

He took some steps forward and knelt down, opening his hand so as to invite you to allow him to put the spray on your arm. For a moment, he saw your eyes soften and thought he finally got through to you.

“SNEAK ATTACK.”

Seemingly out of nowhere you smacked a metal breastplate against his helmet and made a run for it as he was disoriented.

---

For obvious reasons, Din had to find a lock for the armory. He took you and Grogu with him to the local market close to where they were given room and board for the night.

“Put it back.”

Your hand froze, holding a blade in your hand. You quickly stuffed it out of sight even though Din was ahead of you and wasn’t looking in your direction. “Put what back?”

Din stopped after a few paces, his attention turned to a fruit stand and began to pick up some and check to see if they were ripe. “What happened to the credits I gave you?”

“I lost them.”

A sigh. Din wasn’t surprised. “How?”

There was a pause.

“Gambling.” The largest smirk spreads across your face.

Din whipped around. He blinked for several moments and enunciated each syllable, tone almost sarcastic and defeated as though he was trying to not believe what you’d said “Gambling?” You nodded enthusiastically. With a sign, Din decided that he didn’t want to deal with any interrogation and cause a scene, instead he grabbed your arm to lead you in front. “We’ll talk about it later. For now, you in front until we get to the ship.”

The clan made their way down the marketplace until Din steered the troupe to a vendor with an array of weapons on her stall. You were left admiring the pieces as Din made his business. He needed some information regarding his next bounty and thanked the vendor afterwards, paying a little extra for her cooperation before turning to you.

“What?” You stared up at him with widened eyes.

Din held his hand out, “C’mon.”

You stared at his hand for a moment before sighing, fishing a small bomb out and placing it in his hand. The vendor watched wide eyed but said nothing as Din returned the ware to her and returned his gaze to you. “All of it. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

A moment. Then a sigh as you find that you had no way out of it. You pulled out all of the wares you’d stolen from the stand alone, putting them all on a considerably big pile on the stall while the vendor quickly retrieved them to put away.

“There.” You huffed, crossing your arms and turning away from Din.

“Thank you.” Din’s tone was sarcastic.

“Yeah, no problem rust bucket.”

Din shook his head and turned to the woman, “I’m sorry. My foundling hasn’t broken their habit of stealing. I hope you can understand.”

After he made you apologize to the vendor he took you by your arm and walked you back through the streets and towards the ship. He sighed, “I don’t know why I bring you to the markets. If you don’t stop this you’ll end up stealing from the wrong hand. And then what will you do?”

“Die probably”

---

Din knocked on the door of your sleeping cot. It was early morning and he needed you to help him with some preparations for the next trip off planet.

“Y/N. I need you to help me out with inventory. Can you come out?”

The door made a hiss before opening and you bounced out of the hull and zoomed off, ready to tackle the tasks. You were usually ecstatic to go off-planet, despite Din’s dismay as he knew it meant you’d find yourself into more trouble. He chuckled a moment and was going to walk off when the datapad on your bed caught his attention. He picked it up a moment and gazed at the screen.

You perked up at his voice while you were on your way to the storage below the floorboards. “Kid, what’s this?” He had the screen facing you, showing detailed maps of star destroyers and other military projects.

You gave the screen a glance before disappearing under the floorboards, your voice echoing louder from beneath. “I was just messing around a bit with some channels and found that.”

Din stared at the pit where you were for a moment before walking off into the cockpit, falling into his chair. He found himself facing an unprecedented predicament in which he was faced to call for Bo-Katan to inform her that his foundling had hacked into the Empire’s system.

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