the-leech-lord · 5 months ago
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💞Yuri Ayato Stimboard💞
🔞🔞🔞|🔞🔞🔞|🔞🔞🔞
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helium-stims · 8 months ago
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i made an octopus :)
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d20-ritz-stimzz · 1 year ago
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" You paid your dues this nargon, Encino? "
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ × ⭐ 👩‍🦽 ⭐ × ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Jan De La Vega !
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stimperfect · 1 year ago
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Hades — Disney’s Hercules for @riddlerosehearts!
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nat-stimmy · 3 months ago
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i love the lesboy flag so much. easily one of the top 5 flags that ive seen.
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multiversal-stims · 1 year ago
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I'd like to know why you are all alone while I'm lost at sea
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Ln'eta stimboard for @otherworldlyoddities
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transolar · 2 years ago
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«☼»Nyanlathotep stimboard!
(pt: Nyanlathotep stimboard! /end pt)
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☼ requested by anon
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sensoryserenity · 2 years ago
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Red Lollipop | SHVETS Production on Pexels
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dragonwysper · 1 year ago
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Small art dump of my babygirl Velkurpení. She's an eldritch god and is also very silly, and she has become a bit of a comfort character for me (despite the fact she's technically my own OC).
Also have a playlist I made for her because I'm proud of it.
To give a quick summary of the playlist, essentially she's just kindof out floating in the void, until she starts wondering about what other life exists. She finds Sornieth and reaches out to a few select dragons, who after a collective existential crisis, have an Arcane dragon send out a response. She comes in, and this little group becomes a bit of a cult devoted to worshiping her in return for her knowledge and experience existing since the dawn of time.
Velkurpení, as they've dubbed her, watches generation after generation of her little cult come and go, pondering how their lives go so fast, it's like they never existed at all. With each new generation though, they become less receptive to her. Less respectful. Finally, some of them insult her in a massive way, and Velkurpení is furious. In a fit of rage, she smites them all.
She realizes what she's done later, and she mourns.
At the end of it all, she's kindof faced her own sort of Lovecraftian horror. Her eyes have been opened to the tiny intricacies of the things that have happened around her, and she can't remove her knowledge and understanding of it, meaning she can't go back to the long chain of great existence she's used to. She is forever Changed and she must deal with that.
^ The girl <3
I've gotten a bit of art commissioned of her and I'm 🥺 I love it so much. I love seeing her in other people's styles and interpretations.
Also getting a lore commission from Disillusionist to better word all of her lore! I plan to create a nice formatted bio for her afterwards 😤
But ye !!!! She is my stupidly expensive little eldritch horror and I love her <3
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veryverystimmy · 1 year ago
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Tentical/moving noodle stimboard
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shagirma · 2 years ago
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《Stress》
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Based on my headcanon on how the turtles would react to stress because IM A FUCKING SUCKER FOR THIS KINDA COMFORT COMICS OKAY!!! SUE ME!!!
To recap the stress response headcanon briefly:
Donnie stress stims (scratching his arm, they give him fidget toys so he doesnt hurt himself)
Mikey hides in his shell, away from harm. You know, turtle istincts and all haha
Leo gets nausea and gags a lot (any strong emotion does that really)
Raph has a delayed panic/anxiety spike later on, because he wants to always make sure his brothers are safe first. THEN he'll crumble
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bunnybunbun0 · 7 months ago
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robert chase boyfriend headcanons
look whos writing fro a dead fandom again?! well boo hoo,im nearly done with house,and im experiencing dr chase brain rot,so heres this!
enjoy!
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-chase is the type of guy to celebrate monthly anniversaries
"happy three months anniversary baby" and he has a cake and everything
-pays attention to your bad habits in order to prevent them. Like,if he sees youre chewing on your nails hell give you a pen to hold and stim with or a sucker to distract you.
-also,he is a terrible liar,blame catholic guilt fro this one.
-if youre trying to hide your relationship from house and the rest of the team good luck,because this boy cant be sneaky for the life of him.
-we all agree he is a cocky flirt right? that is until you flirt back,then he instantly becomes a blubbering mess os shyness.
-you look sad? he will have none of it,goofy mood is activatd and hell do every silly trick on the book to get a laugh out of you.
-will do anything posible and impossible to cheer you up;pull you in for a dance,tell embarassing stories from his college days,anything!
-it goes without saying that hes very particular about his hair,yet youre still the only one who have the privillege of touching it
-overprotective at his top. hes okay with being mae fun of or treated poorly by patients or the hospital staff,but when you become the target hes ready to show how far the medicine malpractice really goes.
-if youre in a point in the relationship where you share a house be ready to hear the most obnoxious songs being sung at the top of his lungs while he does chores.
-loves loves loves! showing you hes strong; cant open a jar? there he is! yur water bottle cap is on too tight? super chase to the rescue!
-after cameron he gets very insecure,so he needs constant reassurance that you actually does love him!
-small action that shows hes always paying attention to you;like pulling up the lose strap of your summer dress,covering the sharp edge of the tables with his hands so you dont bump on it and hurt yourself,refilling your bottle with cold water when he sees its running out,this type of thing.
-when he has the aux on the car and a romantic song comes on he sings in looking directly at you in a serenade style,bonus if the singer has a deep voice or an accent,then hes doing a full blown impression.
-gives the best massage ever,has your eyes rolling while undoing all the tension knots on your back,and he takes pride on it.
-you two definetely have a spicy playlist and when hes in a specially nasty mood he plays a few of its songs in public to fluster you.
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hope yall have liked,i loved this baby girl so much
send an ask if you want headcanons from any other character
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luna-mad-talks · 7 months ago
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Dear Ao3 Wakfu writers...
Please please please please rise up and write for these troupes:
• Yugo with his wings. Now that ss4 ep11 has brought us Yugo being so freely out with his wings I think we as a fandom can write so much shenanigans with them. Someone in the brotherhood giving him head massage and trying to navigate with the wings being sensitive/fluttering, nightlight, them betraying Yugo's emotions even more visibly than his hat ears, Yugo stimming and the wings flapping wildly or just people asking can they touch them and describe what the wings feel like as well as how Yugo feels about this interaction after years of hiding them aarryGGjiinuguercb
• Aftermath of Torture. Yeah okay you can not be telling me ss4 ep9 wasn't torture? Anyways Yugo be riding that war adrenaline but I'd like to think this affected him moreso than he'd thought and after things settled he has to have some long comfirting talks and hugs (and snuggles) to resolve his feelings. Hurt/Comfort
• Body dysmorphia! The transition of his small form to his much bigger one is violent as hell but I'd also like some fics exploring on him feeling trapped/uncomfort in his younger body and finally feeling okay after he grows up :D
• Wedding fics :D (That has "No Yugo you can not wear this to your own wedding I don't care if you made it out of your own wakfu")
• Feral aldult Yugo >:D
• Protective Yugo with Amalia now that they are King and Queen with a whole lot of aldult duties
• Yugo being a dork still (his older expressions are so cute !!!!???!!)
• The Eliatropes being eldritch because I'm a honest sucker for the unnerving entities troup
• Powerful Yugo and people's reactions to him
• Introspection on him and his Mom because wow she just up and left huh (I mean I partly understand,,, but still)
These don't need to be super groundbreaking or plotty or even 100% accurate to the series or anything long at all I just need more Wakfu fanfics please
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lady-pug · 3 months ago
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Anything For You
Summary: 5 times Crosshair protects you and 1 time you do the same for him.
Pairing: Crosshair x Reader
Word count: 5k
Warnings: canon-typical violence, one dude being kinda creepy at 79's
Notes: Hello hello everyone! It's been a hot minute since this series has seen an update, but after season 3 I had some inspiration (I know it has been a while since season 3 actually come out, but some things had happened that needed my sole attention, I didn’t have the time nor the energy and motivation to write for quite a while). But now I’m back!
I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it. If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.
Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided. Also, when describing the formal attire in topic 3 I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum so you can imagine what the reader is wearing in this scene (I’m a sucker for women in suits, but it’s up to you to imagine)
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The Batch’s mission on Taanab had gone south very quickly. The Separatists had aimed to cut the commercial lines the planet held with Coruscant, which would pose a major problem as it could possibly throw the entire Republic into starvation. So Clone Force 99 had been sent to scout the planet and possibly find Separatists spies stationed there. What they didn’t count on was being ambushed by Norulac pirates almost as soon as they tried to leave the planet.
Tech and Hunter had gone inside a facility suspected of housing the spies they were looking for, while Wrecker kept watch by the entrance, and you and Crosshair covered their shebs from a hill a few klicks away. What you didn’t expect was for Tech to take a major hit as soon as they walked out the door with the spy. In order not to compromise the mission, Wrecker pushed the cuffed nautolan back inside the compound and closed the doors behind them. 
As soon as the first blaster bolt was fired, you leaped to your feet, much to Crosshair’s protests, and started running towards Tech, medkit clutched tightly under your arm. Crosshair, ever the marksman, kept shooting his Firepunch, trying to get rid of as many pirates while you pushed forward. As you approached the place where Tech had gone down you skidded to a halt, keeping your head down as to avoid the blaster fire. Slipping your hand under his armpits you dragged him across the pebbled ground (and mentally apologized for any scratches he might find on his backplate later on), taking cover behind a short wall and starting to patch him up.
What you didn’t notice, however, was the pirate approaching from behind you and Tech while you assessed his injuries, who must have either slipped unnoticed by Wrecker and Hunter or come up all the way from behind the facility. You only seemed to notice him once Tech, coming back to his senses after a stim shot, pointed over your shoulder and told you to look out. By then it was already too late, as the pirate had his vibroblade raised and ready to strike.
As you fumbled with your blaster to at least try and protect the two of you a long blaster bolt came scorching through the air, hitting the man right on his temple and sending him tumbling sideways, dead. You glanced back towards the hill you had just climbed down from, sending a nod in Crosshair’s general direction, knowing he could see you with his scope.
“Thanks for having my back, Cross.” you spoke into your commlink before resuming your work on Tech’s wound, barely catching Crosshair’s reply.
“Anything for you, Copikla.” he mumbled, going back to firing his rifle in order to help his brothers take out the remaining pirates.
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The woman was definitely moving too fast for someone who allegedly had nothing to hide. And Clone Force 99 was hellsbent (more like ordered to) figure out why.
Your current mission, issued by Commander Fox of all people, albeit a stealth mission of sorts, wasn’t like anything you had ever done before. A Gran representative of Malastare, acting as a temporary substitute for Senator Ainlee Teem while the senator went back to his home planet to help calm the nerves and appease the public opinion of the citizens of Malastare about the rampage caused by the Zillo Beast, was suspected to be working for the Separatists. Afraid that an investigation lead directly by the Coruscant Guard would be too on the nose and she might try to cover her tracks, Commander Fox had surprisingly, as him and the Batch often didn't see eye to eye, requested that the Bad Batch be the ones to follow her around and figure out her intentions.
So here you and Crosshair were, following the woman a few paces behind her all throughout Coruscant busy streets. The plan of action had been to split up, Hunter and Wrecker taking the two parallel streets to the one where the woman was currently speed-walking while you and Crosshair followed behind her. Tech had stayed behind at the Guard’s headquarters, tracking the woman’s movements using the surveillance system. 
As the teams were being separated Crosshair had demanded that you go with him (although ‘demand’ might be too strong of a word, as he knew Hunter, as his commanding officer, could very well tell him to shut up and take a step back, which he thankfully didn’t), internally reasoning with himself that you could very well get lost and compromise the mission, even though the knowing smirk the Sergeant had sent his way after agreeing with his suggestion told him he might have other reasons. And now he was glad he insisted on that.
As dusk fell over the city and rush hour approached, more and more people filled the streets eager to head home. This didn’t pose a problem for Crosshair as his height, greater than that of the regs (and quite greater than Hunter’s, as he often liked to tease his vod about) paired with his extraordinary eyesight allowed him to keep his eyes on the Gran woman at all times. You on the other hand weren’t so lucky, as people bumped into you and tried to squeeze their way past the both of you. Concerned you’d slip away, dragged by the sea of people, he snaked his arm around your waist, his hand lazily draped over your hip, keeping you close to his side and not letting you venture away from him.
You looked up at him, a tiny grin gracing your features.
“Thanks Cross.”
The only response you got was his grip on your hip. tightening almost imperceptibly.
3. 
“I don’t like it.�� 
Hunter sighed for the umpteenth time in the past hour.
“I already told you, these are our orders.” he turned towards his brother, who scowled in return.
“Why can’t one of us go in?”
“As a matter of fact, that option has been brought up to Commander Cody,” Tech chimed in, not once taking his eyes off his holopad “but he has reminded us of a crucial fact: no matter how much our phenotype might differ from that of the regs, we’re still clones. If a single slightly more enlightened individual in that ballroom catches sight of our resemblance to our mandalorian progenitor, the mission would be compromised.”
Crosshair huffed, still not convinced.
“But why does it have to be her?” he argued “Why couldn’t they have brought another natborn specialist? Or, kriff, even a senator? Senators are good at these sorts of events.”
“Senators are public figures, they would be recognized in an instant.” Hunter promptly answered “And all other female natborns were unavailable.”
“And the Seppie likes pretty women!” Wrecker laughed “I mean who doesn’t? I’m sure none of us would be able to seduce him!”
“I still don’t like it.” unsatisfied, Crosshair picked up his Firepuncher to check the scope, even though he knew for a fact it was pristine as always. 
A beneficent gala was being held by the InterGalactic Banking Clan to members of the Confederacy of Independent Systems council in Cantonica. One Separatist senator, a sleazy old quacta of a man, was rumored to have information on the next course of action regarding a siege against Republic forces in Ansion. So, given the sensitivity of the mission ahead, Clone Force 99 was called in. However, none of them could go in without the risk of being recognized as members of the GAR, so they had to send in-
“How do I look?” he was buried so deep in his own thoughts he didn’t even hear the door to the fresher opening and you stepping out into the hull of the ship. As he looked up to glance at you, he thanked the maker he was already sitting down, otherwise his knees would have buckled and he would have been sent tumbling down.
You looked gorgeous. 
Your hair was styled in a completely different style than you normally wore it, a few delicate pins adorning it. Some light makeup covered your face, accentuating your natural beauty. And your outfit… Crosshair had only seen you in your uniform and armor in the battlefield, or in your GAR-issued blacks around the ship. He had never seen you wearing anything like this, so formal and fitting for your exact frame.
He couldn’t even speak. He just kept staring at you, his eyes moving up and down your frame.
“You look beautiful, baar’ur’ika!” Wrecker’s booming voice brought him out of his stupor, as he shook his head.
“You really think so?” you asked, feeling a little shy “I never usually wear something so nice, this is a bit out of my comfort zone.”
“You look amazing Doc.” Hunter chimed in, nudging his brother with his elbow, his lips pulled in a knowing smirk “Doesn’t she, Crosshair?”
He was still collecting his thoughts when you turned to face him, eyes gleaming with… hope? 
“Yeah,” he dared answer “yes, she does.”
You beamed at him, smiling so brightly he felt his heart skip a beat for being the reason for your happiness. He wasn’t even bothered when he heard Hunter chuckling under his breath, no doubt catching on his vod’s reaction to your presence. 
As your squad started diskimbarking to start the mission, Crosshair reached out to hold you in place, his fingers gently encircling your wrist, leaving just the two of you still on the ship.
“If-” he swallowed thickly, not knowing how to say what he was thinking. 
“What is it, Cross?” you turned towards him, giving him your full attention.
“I’ll be keeping watch on the roof the entire time.” he breathed out “If anything happens, if at any moment you feel like you might be in danger, comm me. I’ll find a way to get you out, Copikla.”
You smiled softly at him, turning your palm up and intertwining your fingers.
“I’ll be fine, Cross. Really. You don’t have to worry about me.” Impossible, he thought, and as if reading his mind you squeezed his hand gently “But thank you for keeping an eye out for me.”
He squeezed your hand back, lips turning up in the tiniest of smiles.
And if at a certain point during the gala, a glass of wine carefully balanced on a tray on a waiters hand spontaneously exploded, startling the waiter and making him drop the entire contents of the tray over the separatist senator as he started getting handsy with you, Hunter’s scolding for nearly compromising the mission was definitely worth it as you giggled at his antics behind the sergeants back.
4.
79’s was certainly more packed than usual for a standard Taungsday. It seemed like most battalions were on leave at once, hence the more chaotic atmosphere and the crowd forming around the bar. 
It had been forever since Clone Force 99 had shore leave scheduled on Coruscant instead of being called back to Kamino, so you intended to make the most of it. Wrecker was already a few drinks in, arm wrestling some of the boys of the 212th; Echo was catching up with some of the boys in blue, having spend so much time away from his old battalion; Tech had already gone back to the barracks to read some articles on his holopad, the weird neon green cocktail he had order right at the beginning of the night only half empty and long forgotten; and Hunter had already scurried off with a gorgeous orange Twi’lek. 
Only you and Crosshair remained at the table, chatting idly, your thigh pressed against the side of his and his arm slung over the back of the seat behind you. Your heads were tilted close together in order to hear each other over the beat of the music in the club. For a moment Crosshair thought it felt weirdly… intimate, even though you weren’t actually doing anything. He’d never been this close to anyone, where he felt he could just let himself be. It was nice.
“I’m going to get another drink.” you whispered-yelled at him at one point, gesturing at his own cup “Want anything?”
He pondered for a moment, before declining with a shake of his head.
“Someone has to keep a clear head in order to babysit the lot of you.” he motioned to where Wrecker, clearly a little more than tipsy, was celebrating another victory over a shiny.
You snorted, before quickly turning around and walking towards the bar. He couldn’t help but silently watch over you, always keeping you in his line of sight.
It had become second nature to him, watching you. At first he tried to argue that it was only to ensure you didn’t do anything stupid and risk one of his brothers, but it slowly ended up becoming something he just did naturally. He wanted, no, needed, to ensure you were safe at all times, and not just on the battlefield.
As he watched you lean over the bar and signal the bartender, your back turned to him, he noticed a devarionian man quickly glance over at you from a few seats away. For a few moments nothing happened, he kept his eyes trained on you, occasionally catching sight of the devarionian from the corner of his eye. 
And then the guy was moving.
He slid up next to you, standing way too close for your (and Crosshair’s comfort). The mirror above the shelfs in the bar let him see your face,  and you did not seem too happy with your new company. At first you tried ignoring the man, he noticed, giving him very clipped answers and only nodding along. The guy, it seemed, couldn’t seem to take a hint, as he kept rambling on and on about something the sniper couldn’t bother reading his lips for. And the moment his hand brushed against your arm, startling you and prompting you to take a step away from the man with ‘uncomfortable’ and ‘creeped out’ written all over your face, Crosshair was out of his seat and crossing the dancefloor towards you in quick strides.
Once he approached the pair of you, you noticed him over the man’s shoulder, your face relaxing slightly at the sight of him.
“Is everything all right?” he asked, to which the devarionian turned to him seemingly undisturbed. 
“Yeah, me and the lady over here were having a wonderful chat.” the devarionian dismissed him “ Now if you’ll excuse us.” 
Crosshair knew he was tall. He, along with Tech, was the second tallest amongst all clones, shorter only than Wrecker. It wasn’t something he usually cared for, unless when he got to tease Hunter about his own height, which was shorter than the regs, but he knew for a fact he was taller than most people. So he decided to use this to his advantage. As his face contorted into the deepest scowl he could muster, he crossed his arms over his chest, squaring his shoulders. This meant he was absolutely towering over the man. He didn’t even have to say anything and the devarionian was already cowering.
“A-actually, I think my buddy over there is calling me over.” and he rushed off without even looking at you again.
You looked at Crosshair as he relaxed, a mixture of gratitude and a sense of residual unease written in your face.
“Thanks Cross,” you started “but I could’ve handled him. You know I can take care of myself.” 
“Trust me, Copikla, I know.” he shrugged “But you shouldn’t have to.” 
Your face softened at his words, and you leaned your head against his arm. 
“Thank you anyway.” 
His response came in the form of a wordless hum, but which carried a whole lot of meaning to it.
‘Always’.
5.
Crosshair absolutely hated keeping watch. He would take Wrecker’s snoring and Tech’s endless tinkering over this any day. They were in hyperspace, for maker’s sake! What threat could be so dire that one of them had to stay awake and alert for hours, freezing cold as Tech refused to fix the cockpit’s heating system?
But Hunter insisted. And as their sergeant, Hunter was in charge and whatever he said goes. And so here Crosshair was, watching nothing go by bored out of his mind.
All of a sudden he heard the soft pattern of bare feet against the cold floor of the Marauder, approaching the cockpit. It couldn’t possibly be Wrecker, he could still hear his snoring from all the away from the bunks. It wasn’t Echo either, as the clanking of his mechanical legs against the durasteel floor would have given him away. It probably wasn’t Hunter, as the man was an incredibly deep sleeper, his slumber being one of the only one moments his heightened senses gave him a break. And Tech wasn’t supposed to come relieve him from watch duty for at least three more hours or so. So that left only you.
Because of this line of thought he was unsurprised when you joined him in the cockpit, dropping onto the co-pilot seat next to him.
For a moment neither of you uttered a word. He stayed silent as he took you in, noticing the way your shoulders trembled slightly and the soft sniffles you were trying to contain.
“What’s wrong?” he asked at last.
You startled, as if only now noticing his presence next to you. Once you calmed down you simply shrugged in response.
“Nightmare, ‘s all.” your voice wavered a tiny bit, but it was enough for him to notice.
Silence permeated the room once more as he thought about the situation. You clearly seemed shaken by whatever was plaguing your mind when sleeping, yet he didn’t really know how to help. He wasn’t the best with words, Hunter and even Wrecker were way better than him when it came to comforting people.
But then he paused. Thinking about Hunter reminded him of something his older brother would do whenever one of them had nightmares as cadets.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
As a kid Crosshair never took Hunter up on his offer to listen, but he would still sit with him in silence and let him wind down after the dream. Wrecker on the other hand often rambled about what had scared him and Hunter always found a solution for him. Tech often kept to himself, never mentioning when he had nightmares of his own, but he knew Hunter had his back should he ever wish to talk.
You chuckled, though it was humorless and heavy.
“You know I have worked with other clones, right?” he nodded, remembering the medical base you used to work at before joining Clone Force 99 as their field medic “I had a lot of patients there. Most we were able to treat, but… we lost a lot of them as well.” 
He could only imagine the kind of toll that took on someone.
“And it’s like they weren’t even people!” you whispered, frustrated tears collecting in your eyes “There wasn’t any family we could contact to deliver the bad news, at best one of his batchmates or another brother from the same battalion. But in the end it was just… crossing numbers out of a spreadsheet.” 
You took a deep breath in order to collect your thoughts.
“I see them when I fall asleep sometimes.” you smiled, but it was a sad smile, one that Crosshair didn’t think suited you at all “The ones I could save.” 
Crosshair didn’t know what to say to that. How much death had you witnessed before you met the Bad Batch? Before you met him? You had your own demons haunting you, and it served to show him that them, the soldiers fighting this war, weren’t the only ones affected by it.
“Come here.” he extended a hand to you.
“What?” you looked at him, confused.
He repeated himself, and when you stood up and stopped in front of him he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, maneuvering you so your head was resting against his shoulder, your ear right above his heart.
“It’s not your fault.” he spoke into your hair “You cannot save everyone. All you can do is try.”
“What happens if I’m not able to save one of you?” he heard the terror in your voice and he couldn’t stand it.
“I won’t let that happen.”
“Cross…”
“I won’t.” he affirmed firmly “I watch over you so you can watch over us. Always.”
He could feel the tension in your body vanishing, as a comforting silence enveloped the both of you. Slowly, as your breathing slowed down and you fell back asleep, he tightened his grip on you, keeping you close to him. And you slept soundly and peacefully through the night, with Crosshair keeping guard of your dreams. 
+1 
Another mission, another success. Clone Force 99 was ordered to infiltrate a Separatist base on Agamar and retrieve some sensitive information regarding the former Separatist rule over Onderon. The mission was easy (at least by the Bad Batch’s standards) and Wrecker was overjoyed over getting to blow a droid tank up. But it was time to head back to Kamino, resupply and wait for new orders.
Wrecker practically barged out of the ship as soon as the Havoc Marauder touched the hangar on Tipoca City, claiming to be starving even though he had eaten not even an hour before. Tech, Echo and you followed him to the mess hall, and Hunter headed to the commander’s office to submit the several missions’ reports he was due, promising to join the four of you later. Similarly, Crosshair mentioned stopping by the armory to grab some more reflective disks as he was running out, shooting a wink your way as you promised to save him a seat next to you on the squad’s usual table.
On the way back to their quarters following his visit to the armory Crosshair bumped into Hunter and after a few words both decided to stop by their quarters in order to leave their equipment before heading to the mess hall to meet the others. As they wandered the sterile halls of the kaminoan facility, however, an incoming transmission from Hunter’s comm made them stop short.
“Hunter, where are you?” Tech’s usually calm and collected voice came through sounding a bit… panicky. Strange, Crosshair’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his brother; Tech didn’t panic.
“Crosshair and I are on our way to our quarters, why?”
“You might want to make a detour to the medbay.” Echo’s voice came in as well. “A fight broke out in the mess hall.”
Hunter pinched his nose as Crosshair sighed in annoyance. Typical. They’ve been back on Kamino for less than a standard hour and they were already in trouble.
“What did Wrecker get up to this time?” Crosshair spoke into his brother’s comm.
Echo and Tech paused, the silence on their end stretching for a moment.
“It wasn’t Wrecker.” Tech answered.
“This time.” Echo chimed in.
A distant ‘Hey!’ was heard as Hunter and Crosshair exchanged a confused yet concerned glance before rushing through the halls. Tech and Echo were waiting for them before the closed doors that lead to the medbay.
“What happened?” Hunter asked, his tone laced with tiredness, clearly fed up with his brothers’ antics. 
But before either of them could respond a pair of troopers, regs by the looks of it, walked out the doors. And they couldn’t look worse for wear; one of them had a busted lip and the other was sporting a broken nose, two large bruises already starting to climb up towards his eyes.
“Oh, look, the rest of the anomalies are here.” the one with the cut lip snickered, grimacing as the action pulled against the wound.
“How about you control your little shabuir next time, eh?” the other scoffed as they walked away “Crazy shebs medic and the genetic freaks, it’s like they were made for each other.”
As soon as the word ‘medic’ crossed the reg’s lips Crosshair was moving, busting through the doors of the medbay. What he saw made his heart clench with worry; you were sitting on a cot, holding Wrecker’s hand rather tightly as a medical droid worked on your face. Crosshair could see some caked blood on your hair as the droid cleaned the side of your forehead where it had dripped down. As the droid went over where the cut must have been you winced, to which Wrecker rubbed up and down your back.
“There, baar’ur’ika. It’s all better now.” Wrecker whispered, or at least tried to.
“Thanks, Wreck.” you smiled up at him “I’m just not used to being on the receiving end of medical care, that’s all. I’m always the one cleaning up your cuts, not the other way around.”
Crosshair was so engrossed in watching the exchange he barely heard his brothers follow him into the medbay.
“Some regs started provoking us as we were walking to our table in the mess hall.” Tech explained “She started getting agitated but we told her to just ignore it. But then… a pair of regs said something under their breaths only she could hear, and she…”
“She went ballistic.” Echo completed for Tech, who looked unsettled for once “It looked like she was out for their heads. So much so that Wrecker had to step in.”
Crosshair heard Hunter sigh behind him.
“Command is not gonna be happy with him for getting into a fight. Again.”
“Oh no,” Tech corrected “Wrecker intervened in order to pry her away from the regs. The two troopers who just walked out? That was all her doing.”
A strange sense of pride bloomed inside Crosshair’s chest and started crawling up his throat, his lips threatening to curl into a small smile. Not only were you always looking out for them on the battlefield, but also outside of it? The trust he had been building over time seemed to solidify at that very moment.
As the droid finished wrapping your injury and walked away, Wrecker finally seemed to notice them. 
“Look! Crosshair and Hunter are here!”
As your eyes finally found his, you seemed to light up entirely, akin to a little kid on Life Day.
“Come on, Wrecker, let’s get you some food.” Hunter called, a barely contained sigh escaping from his lips “From what I hear you didn’t get a chance to eat yet. And I have to go back to Command and report this incident.”
Your smile turned sheepish and Crosshair couldn’t tell if you were embarrassed over the slight reprimanding tone in the sergeant’s voice or because your shenanigans had caused everyone to miss dinner so far.
As the other’s left, he sat down on the foot of your cot next to your legs, his long fingers wrapping around your ankle.
“So” he drawled out, a small smirk pulling at his lips “I hear you got yourself in trouble?”
You chuckled, to which he squeezed your ankle playfully in return.
“Yeah, I guess your affinity for trouble is rubbing off on me.”
“I mean, you were assigned to us after all, you obviously aren’t the little angel Commander Cody made you out to be.” he joked, before letting his curiosity get the better of him “What did they say anyway to make you snap like that?”
He noticed the very moment your face fell, your smile slipping off your face and your eyes turning slightly dull.
“Oh, Cross.” there was something so sad in the way you said his name that he never wanted to hear again, even if it meant he never got to hear his name fall from your lips for the rest of his life “They were so vile. First they started talking about Tech, Wrecker and Echo and they just told me to ignore it, but then…” a very soft, almost unnoticeable sheen of tears brimmed in your eyes “They started talking about you, Cross.”
The grip he had on your leg grew even tighter as he physically recoiled, taken aback.
“They started saying these awful things about you and you weren’t even there.” you stammered “They were being cruel and mean to you behind your back and I couldn’t let that slide. I just remembered what you once told me, about how the regs treated you as cadets and I just… saw red. I didn’t even think, I just acted.”
Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat. You, their sweet medic, got into a physical altercation… because of him? Because you felt the need to protect not only him, but his vode as well? You, who baked cookies and was nice to him even when he pushed you away and insulted you, broke a soldier’s nose… for him?
“I-I’m sorry.” you sighed “I know I shouldn’t have, but-”
“Would you do it again?”
Now was your turn to be taken aback.
“What?”
“If a bunch of regs ever insulted me or my brothers again,” he said slowly, the words feeling heavy on his tongue “would you defend us again, even if it meant getting hurt?”
Your lips curled up in a gentle smile, one he came to realize was reserved for him and him alone.
“I’d do anything for you, Crosshair.”
In a moment he was by your side, not even realizing he was moving. He sat on the bed by your side as you scooted over, making space for him, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His lips pressed softly on the hair on the crown of your head as he spoke.
“I won’t let you get hurt, Copikla.” he whispered, the most vulnerable he had ever been “Not on my watch, you’re never getting hurt again.”
He sighed contently as you relaxed by his side, laying your head on his shoulder.
“I promise.”
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angelicpoison12 · 5 months ago
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hey could i request some angel dust x insecure transmasc and autistic reader soft smut headcanons?
Absolutely! Here ya go <3
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• first off; he’s SUCH a pleaser. what I mean is that he adores you and wants to treat you like a fucking prince. he’ll do whatever and whenever, as long as you’re feeling good, he’ll do it.
• he’s such a sucker for missionary with you omg, he just loves looking into your eyes, making sure you’re feeling okay and not too overwhelmed. he loves giving you lots and lots of kisses and whispering sweet lil praises to you aaaa. he also likes gentle mating press because he just loves the way you grip him.
• Angel will always over-ask consent in the best way possible. it’s never annoying, but oddly assuring. he knows how it feels to be helpless in an intimate situation, so the last thing he wants is for you to feel that way
• he likes touching you and making you feel good in your body. Angel knows that you can be a little insecure sometimes, but he doesn’t mind. he loves you for who you are, and he adores every inch of your skin. whenever you admit feeling bad about your body, he’ll always shower you in affection (more than usual), and say stuff that makes you feel better. he’ll love to nuzzle your neck, squeeze your sides, just UGH he’s such a sucker for you dude
• Angel LOVES going down on you omfg. i can imagine Angel being such a munch you don’t even understand. admittedly, he didn’t know what to do at first, but he’s a quick learner. he makes your legs shake bro you have no idea. he loves sucking on your t-dick, making you feel good. he’ll even tease you by licking your folds, lapping you up and whispering sweet words, making you look at him omggggg
• Angel always starts his foreplay with kissing you all over. he goes from your lips, your face, all the way down to your thighs and legs. he just adores you with all of his heart and wants you to feel incredible. he knows that insecurities are a bitch, so he does his best to make you feel like the only guy in the world
• sometimes, when you’re not feeling it, Angel’s perfectly okay with it. he’s perfectly fine with just snuggling up and watching movies with you and his pig Fat Nuggets. he lets you lay your head on his chest, his hands in your hair, your bodies all snuggled up in his sheets <3
• anytime you’re overstimulated, Angel gets a little panicked, but he ends up helping you anyways. he lets you sit in his lap and stroke his fluff, but if you don’t like being touched, he’ll just sit next to you and give you space. he always makes sure you have some ear plugs and your favorite stim/fidget toys whenever you go out or need to run some errands for the hotel.
• Angel doesn’t really understand neurodiversity at first, but when you explain it to him, a lightbulb kinda clicks in his head. i mean, he knows what it is, but he didn’t if that makes sense? like he knew about it but wasn’t educated. Angel is open-minded though and always makes sure you’re comfortable, and he also just wants you to feel loved dude
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silvergyus · 14 days ago
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no warnings! just a silly post since I can't fall asleep without watching asmr before bed. mini disclaimer that I mostly watch asmr on tiktok
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⋆。°✩ Soobin:
actually likes eating videos *shudders* loves mouth sounds but too many wet sounds will gross him out. hates male asmrtists and gets lowkey jealous if you have a favorite male asmrtist. what do you mean you have to listen to this other random guy in order to fall asleep? soobin is literally right here, in bed with you, right now!
his lowkey perv mind sometimes wanders when the asmrtist puts something in her mouth. he *will* mention it and ruin the relaxing vibe. acts grossed out at first but quickly becomes addicted.
⋆。°✩ Yeonjun:
genuinely not that interested in asmr but likes tapping sounds! big fan of the slime scoopability videos and any glass tapping. starts to tap on things unconsciously because he likes the sounds. loves more rhythmic asmr, which he finds more soothing. finds fast and agressive asmr to be annoying. isn't bothered by eating videos but despite being a famous noisy eater, he ironically isn't a fan of wet mouth sounds.
overall, he's not super interested in asmr but if you ever lost your tingles, he would be dead serious and watch every video with you until you got them back
⋆。°✩Beomgyu:
scoffs a bit when you first tell him you can't sleep without asmr but quickly gets sucked in. a sucker for role play videos. loves doctor role plays and salon role plays the best. relaxes to eye exams and hair straighter role plays. secretly wants you to brush his face and whisper to him (please do it). even though he gets his hair and makeup done regularly, he says it's special when you do it :(
will pout if you fall asleep before he does, so he only wants a little asmr every night, just to help you get sleepy, not to make you fall asleep (he prefers you falling asleep cuddling in his arms)
⋆。°✩ Taehyun:
loves the science behind tingles. loves asmr with high tech mics, especially the dual audio ones. geeks out and learns everything he can after you tell him that you like it. not a fan of mouth sounds or role play but eats up finger flutters and fuzzy mic cover brushing and anything with light triggers. like yeonjun, enjoys a good glass tapping video from time to time. catch him saying popular trigger phrases as offhand vocal stims hehe
⋆。°✩ HueningKai:
like yeonjun, is indifferent to asmr itself. gets some tingles and relaxes when you watch it with him, but honestly just loves when you both have in-bed phone time because he can play his mobile games while you're snuggled up to him. loves feeling you relaxing into his arms as you watch, breathing evening out as you get increasingly more sleepy. actually loves when you fall asleep watching a video because then he can take off your headphones for you and put your phone on the bedside table and give you a little kiss on your forehead. finds you so cute when you're sleepy and when you fall asleep :(
when you do ask him to watch asmr with you (sometimes he asks first) he is a fan of inaudible whispers and slimes
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