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#AND THEY THINK MY BABY FOOD MADE ME AUTISTIC

luc1fersducky · 2 months

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Lucifer Morningstar with an autistic reader (GN)

a/n: hai 🫶 keeping you all fed while i write some smutty smut for you horny little sinners 🫣 but honestly i may just be self projecting here cos my autism is quite an important thing in my life

~ SO.. we all heard the news of this man being canonically autistic, right..? we all saw viv confirm it?

so like... hear me out.. his new partner being autistic does just fall hand in hand because youre both just so understanding of each other.. and imagine if his partner hasn't been understood enough 🥹 our boy is straight on the case!

~ TEXTURES ARE SUCH A BIG DEBATE IN THIS HOUSE. like, you found a blanket in the store thats not only weighted, but this beautiful red colour and such a soft texture, and you FREAKED OUT over it. immediately running to show him with a massive smile on your face and jumping about so eagerly to show him.

While he's offended at first that he can't keep you wrapped up in his wings (this is a topic we'll discuss later in this.), he's heading STRAIGHT to but it for you.

There's a texture either of you don't like? it's gone within hours. Carpet's rubbing along your feet as you walk in all the wrong ways? you bet he's calling somebody to replace it with a more suitable texture.

~ THIS ALSO GOES FOR FOODS. as an autistic person with safe foods, i will 100% NOT be happy if im out of my safe food on a bad day.

So when you're having dinner, for example, and a particular food's got that metally taste that you just can't stand, he can tell simply by the look of discomfort

so he's INSTANTLY getting those safe foods on standby, distracting you as best as he can from the icky parts. poor baby's got to make sure his angel's not going through all of this alone like he most likely has for years :(

(one of his safe foods is 100% pancakes, not up for debate. like this is made for breakfast ON THE DAILY, or a midnight snack after a meltdown)

~ speaking of meltdowns, this sweetheart is a star with them.. whether it be a sensory overload, or an emotion going into overdrive. he's clueless at first sometimes, he can't help that he was half asleep!!

but once he's given it a minute of prolonged eye contact, he's very quickly spotted the signs. He's getting all the comfort objects and foods you can think off, and if the wings comfort you; you're 100% getting wrapped in them like a wing burrito!

If it was the noises possibly overwhelming you, I can imagine that the wings would DEFINITELY be an excellent alternative for ear defenders as well as a comfort object, the fluff easily relaxing you.

and if you struggle to sleep after said meltdown, he's softly lulling you to sleep with sweet little whisper songs, as to not overwhelm you with the noises more (even with the wings). what a gentle boy he is 🥹🫶

~ MY FAVOURITE PART. THE SPECIAL INTERESTS. have you seen this man?? those ducks are 100% his, and he is 100% going on rant after rant about them

and you are 100% more than happy listening to him as he drags you into the interest too (MUTUAL SPECIAL INTEREST YES.)

but if you have a singular special interest, he is going to sit there and put every little thing into it as much as he can!!! upset? hes bought you little merch for it. rambling on about how he'd enjoy it too and should watch it? he's booked out a whole day to watch it with you, all snuggled up.

~~~

might do a part 2 u never know

ducky signing out!! 🍎

#hazbin lucifer #lucifersducky #hazbin hotel #lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #autistic reader

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hundrkottr · 8 months

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🌿 Trauma Based Identities 🌿

There are a number of causes for our non-human identities. The most common being spiritual, but also imprinting. So now, what is a trauma based identity? And how could it cause one to have a psychological theriotype?

A trauma based identity is basically an identity that was formed because of, or in relation to, trauma. Especially during childhood/adolescence. At a young age, we are still very much developing mentally and emotionally. Our minds are going through so many changes, and our environment has an incredibly big impact on that. Early life trauma is part of that environment, and therefore, can literally make changes to your beain chemistry and how it develops. So how does this have to do with therianthropy?

Well, if a child experiences trauma or abuse, their minds may unconsciously seek some kind of coping mechanism. And this coping mechanism CAN cause them to develop a non-human identity. Especially if they feel detached from other humans who are the source of said trauma. Often time, the animal they may imprint on will be in their environment. Perhaps a pet, or a wild animal they see on a regular basis. It can be an animal or being they've been exposed to through media, like; movies, tv shows, books, games, etc. It can also even be a toy they have of said animal. Regardless, the trauma can make such a development occur.

//Imprinting can also be in relation to the trauma based identity. As a child experiencing abuse and neglect may imprint on the animal around them, rather than the humans that cause them harm, or hurt them.//

Some may argue that "this isn't a theriotype, its a coping link!". But you are wrong. The definition of therianthropy, is to identify as an animal, or have an involuntary non-human identity. A copinglink is a CHOSEN identity you chose to CONSCIOUSLY cope. If the trauma based identity is NOT chosen, and develops without voluntarily chosing so, it IS a VALID therianthropic identity.

I think it's important for people to be aware that such identities exist and are incredibly valid. They can be tough, but it is part of our development.

🌿 My Trauma-based Identity 🌿

Ever since I was a baby I've gotten a lot of traumatic experiences. I was consistently abused and neglected. I won't go into detail, but it was really hard. And I deal heavily with the affects today.

I never felt loved, or safe. But we did have cats in our household all the time. And I learned love from them. The cats never hurt me, never scared me, never screamed at me. All they did was show me love. They made me feel seen. So, as a toddler, I imprinted heavily on them. I ate their food, bathed like them, crawled around like them, meowed, and even used the litter box on several occasions (i know it sounds extreme but as embarrassing as it is, i did..)

My parents regularly punished me for acting like a cat, but I never stopped. And I continued seeing them as my true family.

I imprinted on them and it became a permanent mental development that would follow me through all of my childhood, my adolescence and early adulthood.

Thinking of why this identity developed makes me sad. But it also makes me grateful, because i dont thing the young, autistic and traumatized lil child I was would have made it otherwise.

I go through periods of questioning and denial. Because this identity makes me feel a lot of repressed emotions. But maybe this time i can accept it again. Ill do it at my own pace though. ♡

Thats all! Hope this helps others with trauma based identities. Know that you are valid. And you are seen. If ever you need to talk about it, im here. My DMs are open. I may not be online all the time, but Ill respond.

#alterhuman #otherkin #therian #therians #therianthrope #therianthropy #coyote therian #bear therian #wolf therian #cat therian #psychological therian #non human

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outro-jo · 10 months

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good cow-munication

pairing: lee felix x (gn) reader

type: drabble

warnings: fluff, mentions of non speaking, reader uses korean sign language once, mentions of the reader being anxious and overstimulated

notes: i saw these sweatshirts on tiktok and my brain just thought of this little scenario. this is more for like neurodivergence (autism) but i suppose it could be for anyone who doesn’t/can’t speak 🫶🏻 also please correct me if you’re a part of the autistic non speaking community if there is something better to call these periods for those of us that are more vocal. i did see a video where a lot of things were being discussed but nothing had really been agreed upon but i want to be respectful 🩵 here is the sweatshirt mentioned

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the day was normal.

you did your thing and was waiting in the evening for your boyfriend to get home as your usual schedule had you expecting. felix was excited to get home to you, as he usually was, finding himself walking a bit faster than normal despite the aches from dance practice. you knew he was home, not by the door opening and him walking in but by the sound that was made outside the door.

“ahh!”

most would have said it was a bird call but you knew it was just your boyfriend. moments later he came rushing in, excitedly tossing his shoes and bag to the side as he came over to you.

“baby! i got something for you it came today!” he told you, bouncing on to the couch next to you. “can i give you some kisses first though?”

your lix was always so thoughtful, wanting to make sure you were comfortable before showing you affection. the second he saw you nod, giving him the ok, he leaned in and kissed all over your face quickly before returning his attention to the brown box in his lap.

“right, so i found this company online that makes things for like diverse people! queer people, neurodivergent people, and so on. they have this hoodie that i thought is perfect for you!” he explained, tearing into the package, not bothering to get something to cut it open.

he handed you the card and stickers that came with the order before tearing into the wrapping paper. his smile was the widest you’ve seen in a while as he held up the hoodie for you to see.

“look! isn’t it cute?! so, it’s for when you’re…” he paused, his eyes rolling back in his head in thought trying to remember it correctly. “not speaking! right? not speaking! that’s the right one… so, when your brain is too much and you can’t speak, look! it’s got these little fluffy cows on it! i know you love those.”

you watch as felix continued to explain the sweatshirt to you in full detail. your heart nearly exploding from how he was wanting to support you during your harder moments and prepare for good communication.

“look! this one’s happy, so when you’re feeling ok you can point to him and let me know. or! this one’s so cute, he’s eating noodles so when you’re hungry then you can point to him and i’ll make you some food!” he paused to kiss your head.

“and then the sleeves have ‘yes’ and ‘no’ so you can answer any questions! what do you think, angel?” his eyes were wide, expectantly waiting for your response.

it’s funny how well he knows you because your anxiety was high today and you were overstimulated, not feeling like you could really speak. you wordlessly pull off the hoodie of his you were already wearing and pulled on this new hoodie, smiling big as your head popped out of the top hole and pointing at the happy little cow on the front.

“oh, happy! you like it? i’m so glad!”

nodding, you reached up to tug at the collar of his shirt to pull him into you as a thank you.

“aw, yeah, i know what that means.” he joked once he broke the kiss and leaned in again.

when you separated again, you kept close to him, looking at him like he put the stars in the sky, so happy and grateful to have a partner that cared so much about you. you brought your hand up and brought it down to the top of your other hand.

“oh, ‘thank you’? there’s no need to thank me, love. i just wanna make sure you always feel safe and loved with me.” his cheeks raised making his eyes disappear with his smile. “so, what now? hungry? nap? anime?”

you thought for a minute, trying to figure out what your body was telling you before pointing at the cow eating noodles.

“hungry! i’m on it!” felix got up to prepare dinner.

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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Can I please get some platonic hcs with Ghost and/or Roach pretty pretty please?

PLATIONIC GHOST & ROACH HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: None

BOTH

You met them when you joined the 141 and you guys immediately took to each other. You guys were drawn to each other.

You guys are 3 peas in a pod. You got each other's backs. Like you are never seen without one another. Some wonder with how often you guys are together if you go to the bathroom together.

They treat you like their kid. It doesn’t matter if you're older than them, they will treat you like their baby. They make sure you have everything you need. Food, water, something to entrain you with.

They know everything about you; Blood type, next of kin, favourite food, history of illness. They know you better than you know yourself. You're their baby after all.

They are very comforting, so if you have something like adhd and autism like me and you get overstimulated. They are quick to pull you away from whatever is overstimulating.

Some people thought you guys were dating, but that was immediately shut down when you guys were like, fuck no, they are just my besties.

If you have any sleeping issues, they will make sure you get some sleep. They’d go as far as to get you a snack and something to drink. Then, after you had those, they would tuck you in and stay with you until you go to sleep. If you jokingly ask if they are gonna read to you. Ghost reads while Roach signs commentary. It can be funny because Roach likes to take his commentary so seriously that it is funny after a certain point.

GHOST

Ghost is the type of he sees you're upset. He will make you a cup of tea and pull you to side and comfort you while you sip on it.

Ghost is amazing cook WILL cook you comfort food if he sees you in a slump. He will literally go out of his way to make you a comfort food.

If you have nightmares, he’s the best person to go to. He’s up anyway, so you don’t have to worry about waking someone up. He’s someone who understands where you're coming from and he treats you as if you're a kid. In his mind he’s thinking, ‘what would kid me want in this situation’. That train of thought really helps get you wound down.

Scary dog privileges. Ghost is very protective of the people he cares about. So he will literally follow you and Roach around. He’s always lurking and heavy forbids if someone talks bad about you guys. Hell will be brought down on that person.

ROACH

Roach will make matching friendship bracelets for you guys. The bracelets are so nice and well made and you can tell there was so much effort that it brings a tear to both yours and Ghost eyes.

Teaches you sign language if you didn’t know it before you guys became friends. Ghost likes to sit in on these lessons sometimes so he can polish up on his sign language.

I headcanon Roach as autistic and that is why he is so understanding. So if you do have adhd or autism or both. He will be more than willing to sit and listen to you rant about special interest. He will sit listening for hours and actually shows interest in whatever you're talking about and not brushing you off.

Cares fidgets with him. So if he notices your fidgeting, even if it's slight fidgeting, he will reach into one of his many pockets and hands you a fidget.

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #cod #gary roach sanderson x male reader #gary roach sanderson x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader

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strawberryjmilk · 10 months

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repeat ♡ min yoongi [repeat, repeat, repeat]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + yoongi happy disability pride month <3

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

picky eating ♡

yoongi made a habit for himself. every time he heard of something new — a restaurant, cafe, bakery, whatever — he sent you the menu immediately. one too many times you’d arrived to a new place only to not eat ; or you would verbally shut down, too overwhelmed with the new area and different options.

he’d seen as a comfort food no longer tasted or felt the same ; saw the discomfort and confusion on your face as something so nice turned bitter.

“baby,” his voice calls through your phone's speaker. you smile at the sound, applying a sensory friendly lip balm as he speaks. “check out the link i jus’ sent you. or we could do your favorite for dinner. you choose.”

you hum, scrolling through the new menu you were sent. your eyes light up at the description of one of the choices. it sounded good ; sounded like something you’d actually eat. “the new place sounds good. are we eating there or…?”

“wanna take it home?” a crinkle hits his line as he adjusts the phone. “can pick it up on the way there.”

you bite your lip, “are you sure? i can— i’ll get ready if you want to go out.”

“nah,” he breathes out a laugh, “we’ll eat at home. see you soon, baby.”

parallel play ♡

yoongi did not like people being in his studio. it was his safe space ; his work area where he didn’t like to be interrupted.

you broke this rule sometimes.

he allowed it — liking how quiet and to yourself you’d be. other times, though, you’d let him be and wait until he got home to hang out.

a puzzle was on the floor as you sort through the pieces, mind blank and searching for the last pink colored piece. yoongi glanced at you from where he sat, headphones wrapped around his neck. he smiles softly, nudging your knee with the tip of his shoe. “alright?”

“m’good,” you respond. you don’t even blink ; don’t look up at him to smile as you move onto a different color. your fingers twitch, hesitating to pick up a puzzle piece. “want me to leave?”

“nah,” yoongi sags back into his chair comfortably. “you’re jus’ fine right here, angel.”

stimming ♡

you need to move. your emotions have built up — and built up and built up and built up — and now you were on the verge of wiggling until everything came loose. taking a deep breath, you pick at your nails once more.

it does nothing.

none of your usual, hidden stims are good enough anymore. you’ve bottled it up so much for so long that you need something harsh ; something destructive and big to help you release.

yoongi frowns as you scrunch your fingers together tightly, so hard it looks painful. “baby? everything okay?”

you let out another breath, eyes pinned to the wall in front of you. “need to… scream.”

it was a code word — i need to stim. yoongi frowns, adjusting his body so that his head and torso are facing you fully. “okay. go ahead. you know i don’t mind.”

“it’s—“ you let out a whine. your eyes scrunch closed — so hard you see stars and dots — before you snap them back open. your mouth curves into a frown, voice softening into a whisper. “it’s embarrassing.”

“embarrassing?” yoongi’s frown deepens as he laces his fingers with your own. you hesitate, but give his hand a small squeeze. “angel, this is something you need to do. something that helps you self-regulate and feel better.” he pauses, eyes dancing across your face as your agitated expression holds. “want me to look away?”

you squeeze his fingers once more before shaking your head. another breath — you close your eyes again. and then you’re slowly rocking back and forth in your seat, quickening the pace as you need to.

yoongi stays silent, only rubbing his thumb across your knuckles when you slow down. eventually, your eyes peel open and your shoulders are less tense ; a smile easier to hold. he kisses the back of your hand, “better?”

“much. thank you.

“nothin’ to thank,” another kiss to your hand. “jus’ glad you feel safe with me.”

disordered sleeping ♡

another yawn leaves your lips. you blink, shaking your head to wake yourself up a little more. yoongi glances at you, frowning in concern. he tilts his head, "sleepy, angel?"

"bad night," you answer instead. he leans up, getting in your view as his frown deepens. "bad dreams and woke up... a lot."

"m'sorry," he rubs your back, "anything i can do to help?"

you hum, moving your body with the motion of his hand. rubbing your eyes — yoongi pulls your hand away gently — you shrug. "feels like i've tried everything and nothing helps."

yoongi nods, a pout on his mouth. the room goes still, silent as he continues to rub your back. "we can try something new, if you want? look up remedies 'nd stuff and see what you think."

"okay," you sag against his body, "won't hurt to try, i guess."

"okay." yoongi grins and scrolls on his phone, looking for things to help you sleep. he says them outloud, pausing when you hum in interest. you've got a small list of things to try, home remedies and medical ones. yoongi kisses the side of your head, "nap if you want, angel. i'll wake you in a bit."

auditory processing disorder ♡

sometimes, words didn't sound right to you. the sentences didn't make sense ; the way things were phrased or pronounced were hard to understand. yoongi was patient with this — didn't get annoyed when you asked him to repeat things.

you're reading when yoongi calls out, "get your phone, please."

how would that make sense when you're on your phone? your eyebrows furrow as you pause running through his sentence and trying to make it make sense.

yoongi pops his head out from his room, "thanks for folding these."

your mouth falls into an oh expression. "you're welcome."

the side of his mouth tilts up, as he stills, watching you curiously. "what did you think i said?"

"something about my phone." you move the device, wiggling it in the air. "didn't get how that made sense."

yoongi lets out a laugh, nodding to himself. "no wonder you didn't answer me at first."

——♡—— slowly trying to write for kpop again <3 doing my best!! i wrote a detroit become human one here if you'd like to read it! <3 strawberryjmilk © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know.

#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine #autistic reader #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi scenarios #autistic!reader #agust d x reader #suga x reader #agust d imagine #suga imagine #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts bulletpoint #bts oneshots

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squidthesquidd · 4 months

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Do you have any favourite headcanons about Nightshade?

(I feel like them being autistic is a pretty common headcanon, so I’m curious if you have any thoughts on that as well)

YEAYEYWYEYYSUSY OH MY GOD YES WE HAVE SO MANY HEADCANONS ABT THEM !!!!! get ready for a fuckn infodump (also sosoos many of these are just us projecting)

warning: i sound like an insane person

okay so YES !!! nightshade is absolutely autistic. and they are stimming constantly. they stim vocally a lot, and a lot of the time its just bird sounds, but sometimes it'll just start screaming lmao. it also likes to rock back and forth a lot!! definitely a verrrry common one.

Also if youve seen how we draw nightshade you might've noticed that we draw xem with little wings in root mode! they also flap those to stim :]

also they love slime!!! this is verry much just me projecting but i like to think xey love slime and they have a huge collection of textures <33 its favorite is bingsu!!!

and NEOPRONOUNS as you might've noticed :P. (we have a nightshade alter that uses neos so we are once again, projecting) but anyway, it was hashtag that told nightshade about neos, and they immediately got into it!! they have many and love hoarding them <3 some of xeir favorites are it/xe/that/owl/web/bot/mur

bones!!! vulture culture!!!!! they collect bones. sometimes theyll go out into the forest and search for bones for hours (it has soooo many antlers) and if web finds a dead animal, web'll take it back with them to clean it out webselves :]

They also have intrusive thoughts. yeah less fun headcanon time. they can be very vivid and very graphic, and its caused nightshade to have panic attacks a few times. i hc that bumblebee also used to have them, so bees helped xem through some of the bad ones <3

also xey have severe emetophobia. yeah i know, a bit of a weird one. if someones sick, they will be avoiding that person like the plague. whenever it watches a movie with the family, it'll always check if there are emeto scenes so it knows when to look away or leave (shout out to doesthedogdie.com i fucking love that website!!!!)

this post cus i think about it a lot

and general terran hc! i headcanon that all the terrans can eat human food :D although nightshade specifically has a difficult time eating (the tism) and xey'll only eat things like noodles or very processed food. murs a huge ramen lover 😎

MINECRAFT. you cannot look at nightshade and tell me they dont love minecraft!! xey have a survival world going where xeyre completely decked out in netherite, have a hundred redstone machines scattered all over the place, and just so many huge projects going on. mur started a multi player world and got all murs siblings to join. most chaotic world ever

and now im thinking abt owls, so. they have night vision, because of course. and it also sleeps in a nest (terrans can sleep hc jumpscare) its just a pile of a fuck ton of pillows and blankets and if you touch it xey WILL bite you

also it has a very strong prey drive. if they see anything particularly small moving around on the floor they are fucking jumping it. its like xeyre the maltos mouser lmao. no small animal that shows up in the malto home is safe

oh and as for music !!! big fan of the big neurodivergent three lmao. lemon demon, will wood, tally hall. that stuff yknow? (yes im projecting) also heres a playlist that our nightshade alter made that is 100% what we hc source nightshade to listen to !!!!

LOVES STAR TREK !!!! you CANNOT convince me they wouldn’t. big fan of the non-human bridge officers <3 Spock, Data, Saru (and also big Odo fan) webs favorite is probably next gen :] also i 100% percent believe it was Alex that introduced xem to it. i look at alex and see a star trek liker. i will not be taking criticism

oh and now heres a weird one. when nightshade was a protoform, they were always very… squinty? i dunno, its just something we noticed. like why are you squinting baby, can you not see? and then when xey got their altmode, suddenly xeir eyes were much wider! and i like to think that they did actually have bad eyesight as a protoform! and becoming an owl greatly improved it :]

also they cant see glass in their alt mode <3 hashtag has a compilation of mur crashing into windows

and about the episode "missed connection", we aren't actually told how long nightshade was helping tarantulas, and while most interpret it as just one day, i like to think it actually took about a week at least or even longer. i dont really know why i hc this, but maybe its cus i need nightshade and tarantulas to be besties or i'll die

okay thats it for now <3 i definitely have more headcanons so i might make a second post abt em later

#asky #transformers #transformers earthspark #tf #tfes #tfe #earthspark #tfes nightshade #tf nightshade #tfe nightshade #earthspark nightshade #transformers nightshade #nightshade #nightshade malto #nightshade earthspark #headcanon #headcannon #maccadam

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thesoulbox · 3 months

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How do beckorellis spend valentines? :]

OMG HEYY!! 🫵🫵

They would be so silly, hear me out.

Really the answer depends on what time it is in the timeline...

Say it's pre-GGY and everything is fine and dandy and working out with the three of them without the mass tragedies that occur later on, I feel like they'd definitely go to the pizzaplex and go hang out for the day, Tony would definitely kill them at Bonnie Bowling, I just feel like he'd be that guy BAHAHA

The three of them would be able to do all of the things they each like to do there and share it with one another and it'd be so awesome :) I feel like Ellis would definitely try his hardest to get the two of them cool stuff with his tickets but Tony and Gregory totally throw him a curve ball when they combine their tickets and get something for him instead, like aha let me just slide an uno reverse your way...(at beee-kayyy....)

The three of them would probably go pick up a pizza and some drinks in the Pizzaplex and go sit out in the parking lot and have a really unorganized picnic of sorts under the streetlights due to them literally staying there until like, 9-10 pm...it's a bit chaotic and they are sort of just sitting on the curb and waiting for someone's parents to come pick them up (most likely Tony's mom, you know she'd absolutely be all over the three of them and be like "Oh my goodness gracious my baby boy is growing up and falling in love they are so sweet together!!!") but they all have tons of fun just hanging out and having a small lil pizza dinner together underneath the moonlight...

Now say it's post GGY, and all of the tragedy happened and now they're traumatized and sad.

I don't think they'd go to the pizzaplex that time around, considering that Faz-Ent and such is behind most of their issues, but I think they would definitely go wander around their small town and go to the little shops and whatnot! And when they get bored of that they'd probably go get ice cream :)

And Ellis probably knows some weird little spot in the inner workings of their itty bitty town and over time they kind of just see this as their designated spot, and they go and hang out there, now theyve staked their claim there for months...and I'm not entirely sure what it would be, maybe a small spot underneath a bridge or something? Somewhere cool I'll need to look at pinterest for this...

They have it totally decked out and stuff though, Ellis would probably be crazy into graffiti, so would Gregory, but Tony probably thinks it's gross...although he doesn't bother to stop them when they manage to rope him into it and get him to spray some stuff up himself (he loved it but he's too much of a butt to admit it...)

Theres also a bunch of drawings along the walls from both Gregory and Tony! Artistic (autistic) lil buggers!!

The three of them just settle down in there and have a picnic (they like eating food in peculiar places I suppose.) Gregory definitely brought baked goods (I feel like he'd exceptionally be good at baking NO JOKE, THIS BOY CAN MAKE SOME GOOD COOKIES) Whilst Tony brought some food his mother made (HIS MOTHER IS ALSO A CRAZY GOOD COOK.) And Ellis brings drinks of courss, gotta wash down the yummy food with something 😔

And so the three of them just hang out and talk amongst themselves, whilst stuffing their faces with good food and soda (please limit Gregory's mountain dew intake that boy literally loses his shit)

When they finish eating and they realize it's getting dark, they decide to head back home to Gregory's house and go rent a movie on one of the streaming services, and the three of them just kind of scooch together on the couch with some blankets + snacks and relax and enjoy the movie, with most likely all three of them falling asleep before the movie even ends...

*EXHALES DRAMSTICALLT..* I put way too much thought into this..

#I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT THOUGH <333 #fnaf beckory #Beckorellis #Ellis #Tony becker #Gregory #Valentines day

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starsoverjupiter · 17 days

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total: 418

cals burned: 15

i woke up at 11.... and then fell back asleep..... and then started my day at 1pm lol.. i've been trying to find my priorities and focus on THE CURRENT . i think i'm going to delete all socials media, besides tumblr ofc, and isolate from all my online friends besides u all!! i think that will help keep me motivated as i've been lackin

i don't have that many friends irl, i keep to myself, i think if i can find a way to make every aspect of my personal existence / identity perfect then i can build up from there. i'm struggling to put this into words and also to even theorize myself what i mean but if i just have so few things to keep up with, i won't feel overwhelmed. i'm autistic if i can check boxes or goals and be told exactly what i need to do to accomplish what i want i will do it. but nobody will do that for me (bc how could they) so i need to do it myself. give me time

anyways i texted some plugs and some friends and i chilllled, i start my days off lazy

asked around and ONE OF MY FRIENDS PULLED THRU?!!!!! but then i lost my wallet and tore my room apart looking for it, so i ended up having to cashapp him instead lol. and then guess what i lift up my pillow BOOM it was in the pillow case and GUESS WHAT i had already checked there!!! goodness gracious

i had half of a mandarin orange and gave the rest to my dogs, one of them spit it out tho and i stepped on it i squealed it was so scary///24

so i smoked and then i got kinda hungry, so i grabbed one of tjose tiny hersheys bars, and i broke a piece of it and i chewed it, and then i spit it, and then i did it again.. i still feel guilty ab it like what's the point of putting it in my mouth in the first place if i already know im gonna spit it out. my brother told me i should make cinnamon rolls again, and i said i would but then he said he wanted a grilled cheese instead. so i made him one on whole grain and made tomato basil soup, i live vicariously through others eating ahahhah and by the time im done cooking im too tired to be hungry!

i doodled for a little, and smoked more, then there were some guys in my backyard?? i dunno i just shut my curtains and ignored it someone else can handle that..

rescued a baby bird :3 he was grounded and there was no nest in sight, he was gaping cuz he was so hungry, i mashed up some tuna cat food for him but he didn't really take much of it, he was physically fine but still just a little guy :( we were both so nervous.. thankfully there's a 24/7 bird sanctuary/rehab 20 minutes from me, so i brought him there and left a little note, i will keep u guys updated! his name is steven with a V !

i asked my brother to get me a cherry coke zero from the store, but he got me a regular one.. i told my mom i wasn't going to drink it because i don't like how the sugary ones taste and she got mad at me, and i realized i backed myself into a corner there!! so i drank it :/ ///260

ummm i got home and watched the final two episodes of the FIRST season of the new show i've been watching, they were each like an hour long, i split the maruchan yakisoba with my brother, regular serving this time!!! it was actually pretty good ///135

everyone went to bed, i went into my room and listened to music, smoked, took Benadryl, smoked, read some, and now im in bed! i keep having paranoid schizophrenic delusions and i am armed

gn guys Bless up

#girl blogger #thinspø #skiiiny #meanspø #blog #tw ed but not sheeran #thigh g4p #sweetsp0 #⭐️ ing motivation #light as a 🪶#counting cals #cal log #low cal food #low cal diet

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orderofthelosers · 10 months

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My first post and it's cringy Minecraft: Story Mode headcanons. Give a round of applause for me, folks.

The Ocelots (Minecraft: Story Mode) headcanons.

A lot of these are pre-witherstorm !!

{Lukas}

• Autistic.

• Loves big blankets. Quilts, comforters, etc. If it's not puffy, he doesn't want it.

• Feeds stray animals. He buys extra cat/dog food and saves table scraps to give them.

• He hangs out with Jesse sometimes but he mostly sticks with the ocelots.

• Very extreme speed-walker. He's walks super fast 24/7 for no reason.

• Buys random little contraptions. Like those water toys where you flip it upside down and the droplets slide down the platforms.

• Him and Ivor gossip.

• Loves when people show interest in what he's talking about. He'll sit and explain something for hours upon hours to someone if they ask him too.

• He hand-made the matching jackets.

{Aiden}

• Dyslexic.

• He snores a lot. The volume varies, but he's usually a little hard to sleep next to.

• Perfers black cats over ocelots but will never tell Lukas.

• Acts like he's the coolest person ever but he's actually pretty lame. (affectionate)

• He has like 20 middle names, so it takes him like a solid 5 minutes to write down his full legal name.

• He had a fairly bad childhood and makes jokes about it all the time.

• Despite them being extremely deadly, Aiden unironically loves hostile mobs. He tries to pet spiders all the time, makes attempts to give zombies fists bumps when they have their arms out, hands blocks to enderman, dodges the arrows when he gets shot at by skeletons and pretends their "playing," ect.

• Got very heavily bullied as a kid and he projected that onto Jesse, Axel, and Olivia.

• Has a pet turtle

{Maya}

• Colorblind. (blue and green specifically)

•Absolutely obsessed with horror movies that it's almost concerning.

• She genuinely hates mint so so much. Doesn't matter if it's smell or taste, she is a full-fledged hater of mint.

• She has the opening skills of 3 month old. She can't open baby gates, she can't open child locks, she can't open jars or bottles,,,,,, actually nothing.

• She's a jerk to basically everyone, not just Jesse, Olivia, and Axel. She cools it down a bit when she's with The Ocelots, but they're still a target for insults. They love her, though.

• She pulls all-nighters 24/7. She literally never gets tired but she has massive fucking eyebags.

• She hates all of Jesse's friends but she loves Reuben. She'll never admit it, though.

• Both reread and rewatched Matilda all the time when she was younger. She still does sometimes for nostalgia purposes.

{Gill}

• Has Adhd.

• Very stupid. (affectionate)

• He has a little sister and he used to get in trouble all the time for purposely teaching her curse words.

• His birthday is the same day as Endercon, which is both a blessing and a curse because he gets to celebrate his birthday at Endercon every year, but the witherstorm was also created on his birthday, so he basically got traumatized for life on his birthday.

• He could honestly care less about Jesse, he just makes fun of him because Aiden and Maya do and he picked it up from them.

• Very good listener. Someone could ramble to him for hours and he'd listen and show interest the whole time.

• Collects Beanie Babies.

• He needs noise to sleep. A fan, the TV, anything.

• He's an extremely slow walker and is always struggling to catch up to people.

{More than one}

• Aiden and Maya have a sister/brother relationship despite not being related in the slightest.

• Gill gets worms off the ground after it rains and gives them to Aiden for his turtle.

• Maya tries to make Gill pull all-nighters with her sometimes but he always falls asleep at like 11pm.

• Maya made fun of Aiden for how many middle names he has once and he pushed her off a bridge. Never again did she make fun of his name.

• Gill and Aiden stay over at Lukas’s house all the time to make pillow forts and binge watch cartoons. Maya refuses to participate because she thinks pillow forts and cartoons are cringy and childish. (shame on you, Maya)

I will take absolutely no Maya, Gill, or Aiden hate. They are all my children, my cutie patooties.

Also, if anyone with artistic skill happens to see this lost and draws one of these (very unlikely) pls pls pls tag me in it ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#mcsm aiden #mcsm maya #the ocelots mcsm #mcsm gill #mcsm lukas #the ocelots #headcanon #headcanons #minecraft story mode #minecraft story mode headcanons #first post #please tell me if i did anything wrong

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1autistictacticalrefrigerator · 11 months

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Deity SoapGhost AU 🌬️ ( Heavily based on the tales from india my mother used to tell me 🫡 )

[ WARNING: Im not basing this off any gods, (like greek gods, roman gods, or anything) these deities are purely made by my autistic, imaginative brain so dont take them for real/serious! 😭 ]

[ 🫵 ALSO ANOTHER TW: Major Character Death (?), Suicide (please, give it a chance i promise 🥲) )

The Law.

A god can not walk in the world of man. In order for one to do so, the one must also take the form of man. The rules were set by the O’ Great One eons and eons ago, before even the first gods came to exist.

There was only one slight problem with this proposal, the god will not be able to return back to his or her place in the cosmos until his human life journey comes to a end. Without godly powers, or any memory of being one- they are left alone to face the impurities of man kind. Unless, someone can awaken them which is highly, HIGHLY, unlikely. It has only happened one other time. Since that was the case, many gods and goddesses tend to avoid any journeys down to earth unless it’s really necessary...

Yet.. two gods find themselves walking the face of this earth. And there would be no turning back until their human bodies perish.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Ghost was the God of Souls, War, and the Darkness Deep. He basically keeps track of all the dead people- to put it bluntly. Yknow.. eat the bad souls, let the good ones go to “heaven”. Souls were his source of food, and because of that, he was despised among the gods. But what could he do? He wont die from hunger of course, he was a god, but still.. the pain of hunger- nobody liked it.

That was actually the exact reason he was walking the earth, eating too many souls, reaped them too early, the others had said. This was his punishment. He had to suffer the weakness of man. And he hated it. He fucking hated it.

Soap.. (ridiculous name, but it was a nickname given by the other gods so he took it) was the God of Light, Fertility, and Healing. All the gods liked Soap in some way, he was ever so gentle, and made all minds at ease- so many gods were sad to see Soap go when Soap told them he had to travel the path of humankind.

He was on a mission though, to redeem a certain someone. He didn’t know who, but he knew he could count on Lady Fate, one of the highest goddesses. She promised she’d guide him to his person.

Lady Fate was kind to him. She places him in a small, sleepy little town in Scotland. With a pair of honest parents, who were blessed with a sweet, sweet, baby boy.

PRESENT DAY.

WEEK 1:

Ghost was a feared soldier in the 141, always respected- so when some idiot put the most urghh.. SUNSHINY sergeant under his command, he almost explodes. Ghost seriously couldn’t physically look at the man, or else he’d get blinded by those rays of light emitting from the sergeant’s big goofy smile. He hated him. He hated Soap.

WEEK 2:

Soap was kinda endearing in his own way. Ghost started to feel funny, and by funny, it was just another word for, “How the fuck am I letting this guy talk to me.”

Honestly, Soap was annoyingly chattery.. Ghost thinks. (Is he?)

WEEK 3:

Nevermind. Soap’s constant talking actually kinda puts Ghost at ease. Ghost wants to hear Soap’s voice more. He’s comfortable with Soap giving him light touches, he likes Soap’s warmth. Wait- what the fuck?

WEEK 4:

Ghost is trying not to fold in any way. He wont. He cant-

WEEK 5:

Oh boy. He fucking folded.

…

That was it. Around a month and Ghost already was falling for Soap’s charm. It was like hunger- it couldn’t be helped. Every day it became harder to deny those feelings. He started feeling worried for Soap when Soap had to go on solo missions, he missed Soap when Soap was away for several days, he felt safe around Soap.

Ghost couldn’t fathom what kind of fucking hex Soap had casted over him, but Ghost’ll have to do something about it. Soon.

…

Ghost finally did something about his little situation when he saw one of the men on base hand Soap flowers. Of course, Soap accepted them with no clue what that did to Ghost. It made Ghost feel jealousy, the kind that felt worse than hunger, because the next day the man that offered the flowers were nowhere to be seen.

Soap had wormed his way into Ghost’s life, and now Ghost can’t fathom a way to live without Soap. It’s not fair, Ghost didn’t ask for anyone else- and quickly he learned that kind of mindset was called “love”. Something foreign and insignificant to him before.

Before all of this- before Soap.

However Ghost feared that feeling, that emotion that left him so vulnerable. So he hides it, even when Soap finally confesses he loved Ghost- Ghost stayed silent. It wasn’t he didn’t want to be loved by Soap.. its his own body, his own body telling him he won’t be able to control that hunger for more- Ghost has no clue why. There was one option he was down for though; waiting. Waiting until he was ready, that was the only option left for him, so he’d take it.

…

He took it too late. He took it too late. Soap was a lucky man, having many close calls on the field but always eventually returning somewhat unscathed. So when Soap actually crawls to Ghost with his own guts in his hands, it terrified Ghost. Ghost hadn’t felt what true fear was until that moment. A bloodied and battered up Soap, slowly making his way to Ghost, his eyes a silent plead for Ghost to help in any possible way to make everything stop hurting.

When Ghost saw Soap he had let out a blood curdling scream.

He found himself immediately beside Soap, begging Soap not to die. Because life was so unfair to him- the gods were so mean. Ghost tries to stop fate, that Soap was destined to die. He told Soap he loved him too. That he was sorry, sorry for every hurtful word he’s ever said to Soap because of his own selfishness. Sorry for thinking Soap was annoying or loud. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

But you know how fate is, you’ll never get your way. Soap tried to stay awake for Ghost, he really did but his eyes had never felt so heavy before. Most concerningly though, he heard a voice. A voice congratulating him- a voice telling him it’s done. It’s time to come home again.

Home.

Home?

Home.. hm. Home.. a home in the cosmos. As a deity.. of.. Light, Fertility, and Healing? He had friends back there- he was pretty sure.. no, he was sure.

Memories flood in. His mission was finished, his life as a human on earth has come to a end. He’d broken down the pride and stubbornness Ghost had within himself. But he’d broken Ghost’s heart too.

Finally Soap shuts his eyes as Ghost screams for Soap to hang in there, he knows he’s going home again. He wished so badly he could bring Ghost with him. But he knows its not possible.

…

Ghost holds Soap’s lifeless body in his hands. The warmth he was so used to was gone. The very reason to indulge this cruel world was gone too. And for the first time Ghost had cried, not because he was sad something he valued was gone, like a child’s toy broken. But because he’d never felt so useless before, so guilty before, he’d never felt so much self-loathing before.

He was ready to die right here, right in the rain plastered mud with Soap. He was so, so, ready. He didn’t care if he would go to hell, fuck just anywhere but here. Anywhere.. anywhere.

He wanted to go home.

Home? What. This isn’t right.

He hears the voice of someone scolding him like he was a child who’d done something wrong, but that voice was gentle.. familiar.. something was happening. Something was happening to his body- his mind- his-

For a moment he wasn’t afraid of death. Because death sounded familiar, like a old friend. Were the voices telling him to let go of this body? To “die”? Well there was only one way to find out.

Either he was just absolutely mental, or he was really not just hearing things- he places the handgun to his head. No need to be scared now. He’d be alright. It was a feeling. That feeling was telling himself to set himself free from the shackles of the human body. To become something more than just walking flesh. To be a god again.

Ghost pulls the trigger, and all goes black.

…

There was no pain or afterlife. Ghost wakes up on the floor feeling different, and with those same worried eyes staring at him. Huh? Same eyes.

“Soap?” Ghost blurts out.

The figure smiles, “Welcome home Ghost, thought you’d come for a visit.”

“The fuck-? I live here, what in the blazes do you-“ Oh.

Soap looks different as a god, but radiates the same soothing aura as he did on earth. Well that was comforting… and awkward, considering how dramatically Ghost announces his love for mortal Soap.

Soap must’ve felt the same way because he just makes a strange face at Ghost. Nothing ill-intended though. “So..” Soap was first to break the silence, “Are we like.. a thing now..? Or..”

“Hm.” Ghost hums, giving some thought into it.

“I don’t wanna be forcing anything on you!” Soap quickly adds, hands waving, trying to backpedal, “Just.. I think I still like you..” Soap mumbles.

“What if I thought the same?” Ghost tries, brushing himself off as he stands up. “Would you give someone like me a chance?” He scoffs. No way someone like him would be worthy with probably one of the most friendly gods in the cosmos.

“Then I say we’re together.” Soap declares happily as he takes a step closer, “Back on earth I didn’t even get to kiss you.” Soap complains as he lets out a huff of annoyance, “I waited YEARS, I think I deserve one now.”

“I.. don’t know.. Im not really a-“ Ghost starts before Soap pulls him in for a kiss.

“You wait too much.” Soap says after the kiss. Grinning dopily, the exact same smile that captivated Ghost.

“I know I do. You’ll just have to wait for me, yeah?”

“Yeah, you know I will. For centuries and centuries.” Soap says as he peppers Ghost with kisses again.

And Ghost takes it, he takes the love Soap offers to him because he deserved it. After going through all that fuckery- he thought. He deserved it, it was the one thing he deserved.

And he did deserve it.

END. ❤️

(Haahah dont mind me and my silly brain. I dont know if I like this one or hated it, but hopefully you enjoyed it. Feel like I rushed it bc I was feeling so eepy. Too tired to edit so ignore the typos or mistakes ok ok gn yall 🥱)

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gods #deities

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naturesapphic · 6 days

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fem reader is on the spectrum and is really insecure about it and keeps it a secret from tiffany but tiffany finds out

Secrets

Tiffany valentine x autistic!fem!reader

Warnings: none?

Tiffany, ever since she’s known you had a feeling that you were different. Of course there was nothing wrong with that but she wanted to know what you were hiding from her

If it was something serious then she wanted to help, and even if it wasn’t a big deal to you it’s a big deal to her. You are her friend and her girlfriend and she loves you deeply.

Tiffany would do absolutely anything for you. So that’s why she has called you over at her trailer so she could talk to you. You went up to her door and knocked on it. A few moments later your goth girlfriend opened the door, revealing her beautiful self to you.

“Hey sugar! Thanks for coming. Come on inside, I made some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for you.!” She said excitedly as she stepped back some to let you in. She ushered you to sit on the couch as she went to her little kitchen to grab the plate full of cookies.

She sat down beside you and sat the plate on the little coffee table that was in front of y’all. You shyly grabbed one and started munching on it as Tiffany told you about her day. After a few moments of her talking, her look turned serious and she looked deep in your eyes.

You weren’t sure why she was looking at you this way but it made you nervous. Tiffany could sense it and gave you a reassuring smile to calm you. You gave her a small smile back and Tiffany clear her throat. “So I’ve been thinking a bit and I wanted to ask you something. Is there something I need to know about you? I don’t want to come off mean in anyway but I just wanted to ask you is there anything you want to tell me. You know I would never judge you.” She said and you knew what she meant.

You hating certain foods and textures, some lights being too bright and it bothering you, how you rock back and forth and fidget when you get anxious and nervous, when you shut down whenever you get angry or sad, etc. she noticed all of it and you had to tell her now. “I-I’m autistic…” you whispered out and waited for her to laugh at you or leave you.

But she did none of those things. “Can I hug you?” She asked softly and you nodded your head yes. Tiffany enveloped you into her arms and held you tightly as you relaxed in them. “Thank you for not judging or laughing at me.” You quietly said. “I would never my baby. Never ever. I’m glad I know now I can take better care of you and be wary about your triggers you may have.” She explained and you heart bursted with love.

“I love you…” you said happily and she gently gave you a loving kiss on the top of your head as she continued to hold you close. “And I love you most.”

A/n: I hope you liked it anon! And I hope I didn’t offend anyone who is autistic. I kinda went off on how my brother acts and how he doesn’t like certain things. I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

#tiffany valentine x fem!reader #tiffany ray valentine #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #seed of chucky #chucky #jennifer tilly x fem!reader #jennifer tilly x reader #jennifer tilly

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silverwings22 · 9 days

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 21: Radiant Bride

Chapter warnings: mentions of starvation, questionable food choices, drugs, violent crime Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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“You okay, Baby Mega? Gundark didn’t get you, did it?” Shiani poked her head into the girl’s room. They’d been on a pickup mission for Cid, and the drop zone had been swarming with the creatures.

“No, I’m okay. Are you?” Omega had Lula in her lap, looking out at the stars as they headed back to Ord Mantell.

“Mad I couldn’t catch that little one.” Shiani laughed, climbing up to sit beside her. “Ran out of time, or I’d have had it as a snack.”

“You’d eat a gundark? Eeew!” Omega laughed.

Shiani scooped her up in her tentacles and lifted her up in the air, giggling too as she turned her upside down. “Not ew! I’d eat anything that didn’t eat me first!”

“Really?” Omega blinked. “Even gross stuff?”

“I’ve eaten plenty of gross stuff. I lived in the trash.” Shiani shrugged. “Hunting was bad. Sometimes, you do what you have to do. But some things you think are gross turn out to be tasty.” She set Omega in her lap and cuddled her. “I wasn’t a great hunter when I lived in Acopit, but I got better when I was in exile. I had to.”

“Is it weird to eat something you killed?” Omega looked up at her.

“I don’t think so. There’s honor in doing it yourself, and surviving by your own power.” She booped the girl’s nose with a delicate claw. “It does taste better when you cook it though.”

“You ate stuff raw?” Omega blinked.

“The nearest thermal vent was two klicks into Acopit territory, and every siren on Kamino wants to kill me.” Shiani shrugged.

Omega turned around and cuddled back. “I don’t understand why they don’t like you. You’re great.”

Shiani nuzzled into Omega’s hair gently. “I think you’re great too. My favorite girl in the galaxy.”

Omega grinned at her. “Tech’s your favorite guy, isn’t he?”

“Tech’s my favorite everything.” Shiani giggled.

“Would you ever marry him? Wrecker and I were watching a holo-show and some of the people in it got married.”

Shiani pondered thoughtfully. “I never thought about it before… but yeah. If he gave me the gift, I’d accept it.”

“Gift?” Omega blinked.

Shiani laughed. “When you want to get married, you give a gift. Something you make yourself, that they wear on their chests over their hearts.” She smiled fondly. “Males are supposed to ask, though.”

“Like the armor Tech’s making for you?” Omega flopped dramatically across the siren’s lap. “I saw it on the worktable. It’s too small for any of the guys.”

Shiani froze, eyes wide. “He’s making me armor?” Her hearts picked up with a delight that spread like warm sunlight throughout her entire body. Armor, like he and his brothers wore, marked them as a part of the squad. It was the ultimate symbol of love, to build something by hand that was so hard to make but so protective.

“I hope I didn’t spoil the surprise.” Omega whispered.

“I’ll still act surprised.” Shiani assured her. “Promise.”

Omega grinned and nodded. “How much longer til we land?”

“Not much longer.” Shiani nodded. “Want to come view the landing? Tech said I could do it this time.”

“Yeah!”

The two of them climbed out of the gunner’s seat and headed to the cockpit, where Tech and Echo were sitting and talking. Well, mostly Tech was talking, but Echo didn’t mind listening as he cleaned his pistol. Tech looked back and smiled faintly. “Right on time, cyar’ika.” She leaned over the back of his chair and nuzzled his face with her own, which made Echo snicker and Omega beam. Tech ignored both of them, patting the arm rest. “Come around here and take the controls.”

Shiani nodded and they swapped spots, so he was standing behind her. Echo let Omega sit in his lap to watch, watching the siren as she went through the landing processes. She was efficient with it, using tentacles to flip dials and pedals as her hands stayed steady on the controls.

“Very good.” Tech praised as they entered the atmosphere and headed for their usual hangar spot.

She grinned, engaging the landing gear and bringing them down gently, landing with barely a wobble. Echo smirked. “She lands better than you.”

Tech huffed. “This is a controlled environment. You have experienced my landings in a combat zone, those are not comparable.”

Omega giggled. Shaini just smiled and reached back for Tech’s hand. He took it and pulled her out of the seat. “Come along. I have a gift for you before we step out.”

“Gift?” Her eyes sparkled as he walked her back to the work bench, glancing over her shoulder at Omega. The girl gave her a thumbs up.

Tech stood her in front of the work table, adjusting his goggles and turning her so she was facing away. “Hold your arms out, let me make sure it fits.”

She blinked, lifting her arms obediently. Tech dropped a chestplate over her head, with flexible vest-like shoulder pieces similar to his own. It covered her gills but sat high enough not to impede her tentacles, with extended plates that went low on her stomach and sat above her belt in the back. It latched on the sides, and was much lighter than his armor that she’d picked up once or twice.

“I have vambraces for you as well. I considered leg cover as well, but I thought it may irritate your tentacles or be too heavy for you.” Tech adjusted the latches carefully, making sure they were secure. “Is this comfortable? I can make adjustments as needed.”

Shiani’s eyes sparkled with absolute delight as she turned around, checking the fit. “And you made this?”

“Yes. I should have made it sooner, and I apologize for waiting so long. Do you like it?” He startled when she threw herself into his arms.

“I love it. Love you.” She grinned, nuzzling into his chest happily. “I’ll wear it on every mission, promise.”

“Good.” He smiled, hands on her hips squeezing his familiar set of three. “You can paint it as you see fit, when we have time.”

Shinani nodded with delight, touching the metal when he let her go. Holy tides and stars… he’d put the armor on her himself. All she had to do was make him a gift in return and they would be married!

“Come along, we need to get our payment from Cid.” Tech waved for her to follow him down the ramp after his brothers.

“Cid could have mentioned the gundarks.” Echo complained as soon as his boots touched the ground.

“We made it out okay.” Wrecker grinned, scooping Omega up and setting her on his shoulder. She had a box of Mantell Mix, smiling as she tossed a couple pieces in her mouth. “How’s it this time?” He grinned

“Better than ever.” She beamed and gave him a piece.

They headed for the Parlor, all of them immediately noticing a crowd of armored figures they didn’t recognize. Shiani tucked herself a little closer to Tech, frowning,. “Who are they?”

“I am unsure.” He frowned, hand moving to her opposite shoulder firmly and giving her a comforting three squeezes. Wrecker carefully set Omega down and carefully put her in the middle of the formation to keep her safe. They ducked into the Parlor, finding it much more crowded than they remembered.

“Since when is this place so popular?” Echo frowned.

Shiani scrunched her face. “The appeal of the Parlor is it’s normally empty.”

“Let’s just get paid and go.” Hunter sighed, heading for the office. He hated the eyes on them, especially Omega.

Tech was thinking much the same thought about Shiani, the siren’s unique appearance catching lots of attention. She just looked annoyed by all of it, crossing her arms and tentacles tightly. She’d gained some confidence about sticking up for herself with strangers now, but stares still made her uncomfortable. An unusual looking hooded figure in a mask passed as they approached the office door, and she lightly tugged Tech’s vambrace. “Pyke?” She murmured. Now that she was well versed in most sentient races, Tech had suggested she study common group affiliations and their symbols.

“It appears to be.” He nodded. “That is not a good sign.”

Omega frowned. “What’s a Pyke?”

“Spice trader. They’re a very violent gang.” Shiani patted her hair gently. “Nothing for you to worry about though. They’re leaving, and Cid’s not stupid enough to make deals with Pykes.”

Omega nodded, looking over at Hunter as a guard tried to stop him from getting into the office. “Appointment only.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes and gave Wrecker a nod. The big clone quickly seized the guard by the chest plate and threw him out of the way. Shiani leaned over and picked the office lock with her claw quickly. When they walked in, a green devaronian male with a familiar looking lizard purring in his lap came into view.

“It’s quite rude to barge into someone’s office unannounced.” He raised an eyebrow at them curiously, waving down the group of other enforcers who moved to intercept the group.

“It isn’t your office.” Hunter frowned.

“I beg to differ.” The man chuckled.

Omega spotted the lizard and blinked. “Ruby? What are you doing with her?”

“I paid Cid for her, and she delivered. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.” He scratched the creature gently with his long nails, making her roll over on her back to get her belly rubbed.

“Where is Cid?” Shiani narrowed her eyes, head cocking to the side to examine his face. She usually tried to keep from being confrontational at the first meeting, but something was amiss and her family had just walked into it. “And who are you?”

“Cid is out. Permanently. The Parlor and surrounding territory are mine now… you all look like competent mercenaries. Well…. Most of you.” He eyed Shiani and Omega. “If you’re looking for employment, I might have some work for you.”

“We’ll think about it.” Hunter huffed.

“You didn’t answer my question. Who are you?” The little siren puffed up a little, standing her ground when the devaronian got up and walked to her side of the desk.

“I am Roland Durand.” He curiously examined her. “I’ve never seen anything like you. I’m a purveyor of oddities, Miss. You would be much better paid as my assistant than whatever you make with them.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’m very happy with my family. Thank you.”

“Let’s just go.” Omega pulled at Shiani’s arm gently, trying to get out of the office quickly. Tech’s eyes were burning holes in Durand, and she was slightly concerned about a fight.

Shiani nodded, putting her arm around the girl. The followed the guys out of both office and Parlor, Hunter immediately shaking his head. “He’s a gangster. We’re not equipped to deal with anything like that. We need to leave Ord Mantell. Tech, get the ship ready and we’ll start supplying to leave.”

Omega frowned. “But what about Cid?”

Tech shook his head, arm firmly around Shiani’s waist now. “She was likely eliminated or forced out of the area, if Durand’s tone is anything to go by.”

Omega looked horrified. “Would they really kill her? We need to look for her, she could be in trouble! She’s our friend.”

“She is our employer.” Shiani shook her head. “You have a good heart, Baby Mega. But that care doesn’t go both ways.”

The girl dug her heels in. “She’s helped us. It’s only right to do the same in return.”

Hunter sighed, starting to kneel and try to explain for the millionth time why everyone wasn't their friend, when Cid's voice caught his attention from behind. “At least someone was worried about me.”

Cid was standing in the doorway of the Havoc Marauder, arms crossed. Shiani matched her stance. “What did you do to make Durand take your Parlor?”

“We'll talk about it in private, Suckers. Come in.”

Tech cleared his throat. “Are you inviting us onto our own ship?”

“You're catching on, Goggles.”

“Rude.” Shiani grumbled, but walked up the hatch with an extremely displeased look.

They gathered around and Cid offered an explanation. “I see you met Roland Durand. He used to be a client of mine… he's the son of crime boss Isa Durand. I guess he's trying to make a name for himself out from under his mother's shadow, so he's making a deal with the Pykes.”

“Stupid.” Shiani shook her head.

“Yeah. But he had enough goons to run me out of my bar.” Cid huffed.

“Why would he want a bar on Ord Mantell anyway?” Hunter raised a tattooed eyebrow.

“Ord Mantell sits in the crossing of multiple hyperspace lanes. Ideal for smugglers, and my parlor is right in the middle of all the action.” Cid explained. “He saw the value, but I'm going to get it back.”

“And how do you intend to do that?” Echo's native sass had been mostly repressed by Cid's absolute audacity thus far, but he was finding it again.

“You're going to help me. We're all in this together.” Cid threw her arms over Hunter and Wrecker’s shoulders. “We've been through a lot together so far, and I've done right by you boys. I'm good with secrets.”

Tech narrowed his eyes. “You are blackmailing us into compliance.”

“You catch on quick.” Cid nodded.

Shiani bared her teeth and hissed softly, making the trandoshan take a step back and give her blue rings and split jaw an uneasy look. “Threatening people you need help from is a bad idea.” She growled. She usually didn’t let Cid

Omega immediately got between them. “I'm sure Cid didn't mean to make that sound like a threat. She's just scared and needs help. She helped us when we needed it.” Her little hands pushed gently at Shiani's chest plate. “You're sorry, aren't you Cid?”

Cid nodded immediately. “Yeah. Sorry, Suckers. Like Tiny said, I'm just in over my head.” She tried to placate the siren.

“We should help. She's helped us, and her Parlor is her home and livelihood.” Omega pleaded. “It's the right thing to do. How would we feel if we lost the Marauder?”

“We do not interact with gangsters.” Tech sighed, patting Shiani on the arm to get her to relax, until she covered her mouth with her hand and stared daggers at Cid. “But I see your point, as much as I disagree.”

Hunter grumbled and looked at Cid. He really couldn't afford to be on Cid's bad side, and Omega looked so adorably sure they'd make the altruistic choice. Even Shiani, who he was sure was about to bite Cid, softened a little at her big brown eyes. “Fine. What's your plan?” He sighed.

“There's an access point to the old mining tunnels that goes right under my office. My sources say Durand has a shipment of 6 cases of spice in my office right now.”

Shiani nodded. “Saw it. Big boxes.”

“We'll go into the tunnels and steal the shipment. Then when Durand can't deliver, the Pykes will take care of him for us.” Cid tapped the holo table with a claw.

“Why don't we just go in directly? I hate sneaking around.” Wrecker grumbled. “We could take his guards.”

“No one can know we're involved.” Cid said it too fast, and Shiani felt fear bubbling up around her like an underwater steam vent. “The Pykes are no one you want to cross. They'll make you wish you were dead a long time before they kill you.”

Shiani sighed, drumming her claws together. “And how will you distract Durand? If he's in the office, we can't steal the spice without being seen.”

“I've got Bolo and Ketch on it.” Cid smiled. “They'll steal the lizard. He's nuts about that thing, he'll go looking for it.”

“They won't hurt Ruby, will they?” Omega fretted.

“Ruby’s got teeth and claws. She’ll be fine.” Shiani patted her head. “Don’t worry. Go get your bow.”

Omega nodded and headed to her room to get her gear, and Shiani followed Tech to the cockpit to double check the ground security protocol. He didn't like Cid getting into the ship uninvited.

“Were you actually going to bite her?” He asked after a moment.

“It crossed my mind.” She said firmly. “She threatened my family.”

“You are the most remarkable woman in the galaxy.” He dipped his head against hers, arms around her waist as he squeezed his little siren three times. “Loyalty means everything to clones. Yours means everything to me.”

Shiani smiled. “I’d follow you anywhere, Tech.”

He picked up his helmet and nodded. “Then let us make this quick. I have no interest in running into the Pykes.”

She followed him back out, rubbing her thumb against her chest plate. She didn't relish a fight with notorious gangsters either… but she'd follow Tech anywhere he led her.

No one was thrilled about going into a manhole, but the group followed Cid to the old mining tunnels she’d indicated. It was creepy and musty smelling inside, with a set of mining carts hanging from a cable that wound its way through the cavernous abandoned mine. Shiani investigated them curiously, then scrunched her face and looked at Tech. “Rusty.”

“They are in poor condition.” He agreed. “But given a little time, the two of us could reasonably get the motors running.”

Cid shook her head. “The motors are too loud. This is a stealth mission.”

Wrecker pouted immediately. He hated stealth missions.

Shiani patted his arm. “Into the cart. We’ll have to work the levers.”

He sighed. “Okay… but a fight would have been more fun.”

“I’ll wrestle with you when we get done.”

Cid eyed the petite siren as she swung into a cart next to Tech and the two of them broke the rusty lever free. Wrecker was doing the same in the next one, Hunter and Echo working the third loose. “Doesn’t seem like your style to beat up on a little woman like Suckers, big guy.”

Wrecker laughed. “She’s a lot stronger than she looks, Cid.”

“She wins more than 90 percent of the time.” Hunter chuckled.

“She is strategic. And it is 92.67 percent.” Tech sounded amused too.

Shiani smiled at the praise and started helping Tech work the lever to push them along the overhead track. The cavern was narrow here, and it reminded her of when she was first exiled, before she’d made the little cavern in the belly of the inactive volcano her home. It had been just a dark and lonely cave, only safe by comparison to an execution. That was before Tech had filled it with light and his voice, and she found her place in the galaxy beside him.

She wasn’t alone anymore. Someone would face the dark places with her.

They got to a large door and Cid gave them a sharp look. “Once this is open, not a peep out of any of you. You’ll wake the hive.”

“Hive?” Hunter frowned.

“The tunnels have a little… pest infestation problem.” Cid said quickly. “But it won’t be a problem if you all keep your traps shut. That means no humming, Suckers.”

Shiani looked unimpressed. “I hum when I’m happy. Don’t see how this is a happy time.”

“We’re not scared of a few bugs.” Wrecker grinned. “Right, Shiani?”

“The closest thing I know to bugs is a crab. I can eat those.” She shrugged. “Can I eat these bugs, Cid?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Cid shook her head, and waved for Wrecker to come shove the door open. “Remember. Not a sound.”

Past the door, the tunnels were full of giant cobwebs. Shiani held her flashlight tightly, the only sign she was any bit uncomfortable was a tentacle wrapped around Tech’s ankle. Behind her, Wrecker was just as deeply uncomfortable at the distance between them and the bottom of the cavern, so far below he couldn’t see it even when he pointed his own flashlight downward into the dark. When it slipped from his fingers, every one of them froze and watched in silent horror as it bounced down against the webbing and went out, out of sight in a turning depression underneath them. Cid looked like she was about to crumple, shaking and staring, so Shiani lightly patted her arm. “Nothing woke up.” She whispered gently. A low, animal cry from below echoed as she spoke, but seemed to be the groan of something rolling over in its sleep.

Cid nodded and swallowed hard before giving Wrecker a murderous look. “Nice going.”

“It was an accident.” He looked a little red-faced, but it was hard to tell in the dark of the caverns.

“Just keep moving.” Hunter grumbled, shaking his head. Tech went back to his lever, Shiani helping him. Not that he needed her help, but he liked having it. This entire adventure seemed entirely ill-advised, but having her cut down on the bickering that usually came up between his brothers… and himself, if he was honest. He and Wrecker bickered a lot.

When they arrived up under the office, Shiani held her tentacles up like railing to make sure all the clones got out safely. Hunter sighed at the stairs going up, then looked at Cid. “He out of the office yet?”

“Ketch just commed, he’s out. Let’s go, quick.” Cid urged, pushing them up the stairs. “He won’t be gone for long.”

The top of the staircase led to a trapdoor, which they pushed up. A rug slid off the top, and Echo made a face at the skittering of rodents out of their path. Before he could complain too much, Cid admonished him to be quiet and started counting the crates of spice to be sure they were all accounted for. Hunter gave a couple quick hand signals, and the clones set themselves in a line to start passing the crates back efficiently. Shiani and Omega remained near the bottom, the siren taking each crate and loading it into the carts while the girl tied them down as securely as she could. “What even is this stuff, Shiani?” She grumbled. “Why’s it worth so much?”

“Drugs.” Shiani set another crate down. “Illegal drugs. People pay lots of credits to get it, because they’re not supposed to have it.”

“But why do they want it?”

“Sometimes life feels so bad, people want to escape.” Shiani sighed. “Drugs make an easy escape. Can’t be sad or stressed when they’re high.” She shook her head and patted Omega’s head. “Doesn’t fix the problem though. It’s still there when you wake up.”

“How do you know so much about it?” Omega blinked at her as the siren took another crate from Wrecker.

“Sirens are not that different. When some sirens get tired of life, they suck on puffer fishes.” Shiani chuckled. “Looks stupid. Makes them act stupid, too.”

Omega giggled and finished securing the crates as Wrecker came down with the last one. The guys looked to be in a hurry, Cid rushing them from behind. Hunter pulled a quick strap over the last crate. “Secure enough. Let’s go.”

“Durand coming back?” Shiani frowned as Tech waved her and Omega to the carts.

Tech nodded, pulling her in and securing the door as a blaster shot rang out. “That would be him shooting the door lock.”

“Oh no. Lever time.” She grabbed ahold of her side of it and they started their way through the tunnels as quickly as they could.

Hunter glanced back as a couple of the enforcers got into another cart behind them and got the engines working. “We’ve got company.”

“Blasters?” Shiani reached for the pistol on her hip. Tech insisted she carry it, though she frequently forgot it was there. She was a close combat kind of girl.

“You’ll wake the hive!” Cid hissed.

“This hive will be inconsequential if we are shot.” Tech ducked and pushed Shiani down before she could get hit. “I do not think, even with our accuracy, we can take them out quick enough to avoid being caught.”

Shiani blinked, peeking up. “Cover your ears!”

Hunter blinked, then activated the filters in his helmet and put his hands over Omega’s ears.

Shiani sucked in a deep breath and leaned over the cart edge, letting out a scream that blew their pursuers off the tracks and into the caverns below. She snapped her jaw shut and looked down, watching them vanish. “Sorry Cid.”

The trandoshan shuddered as another creepy animal cry echoed from beneath them. “... I don’t like this.”

Tech frowned. “Maybe we should activate the motors and get out of here as quickly as possible.”

“Good point.” Hunter frowned, crouching to examine the mechanism. Fortunately it wasn’t in as bad shape as they’d initially thought, and all three motors came to life after a moment. They started hurrying along the track, over where Wrecker had lost his flashlight, when a swarm of creatures came hurtling up towards them. Shiani squeaked when they started biting, tearing into her exposed head tentacles. Wrecker doubled over to protect Omega, and Cid started swearing and swatting at the monsters.

Shiani screamed again, a group of them falling out of the sky and back into the darkness, but more just replaced them. Tech threw an arm over her to try to protect her face, throwing his flashlight up in an attempt to aim his blaster. The creatures screeched, wheeling out of the way of the light. “Use your torches!” He called over the din of screeching insects and yelling clones. It was hectic, everyone clinging for dear life to the carts to avoid being thrown over the edges with the jostling monsters and blaster shots ringing out. One by one, the crates of spice were knocked over the edge and went hurtling to the ground below.

“The spice!” Cid wailed, watching her chance at a get rich quick scheme fade away.

“Forget it!” Hunter snapped, the group finally making it to the manhole door. Wrecker wrenched it open and everyone darted out, letting the big clone slam it shut aggressively hard.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, catching their breaths. “At least we got rid of the spice?” Omega gave an optimistic, tired smile.

Something squeaked behind her, and the clones and Cid turned around. Shiai was sitting on the ground, holding one of the creatures with her claws jammed into it as it squealed and fought against her and the light outside. She was grinning brightly, head cocking back and forth and heedless of the little bites and scratches all over her face and head. “Shiani…?” Tech frowned. “Cyar’ika, what are you doing with that?”

“Snack. Insects are like crabs, right?” She turned it, looking for a place to sink her fangs.

Hunter, Omega, and Cid looked disgusted. Wrecker just looked confused, watching her. “You’re gonna eat a bug?”

“No, she is not.” Tech grumbled, pulling the flapping and screeching monstrosity from her hands. It tried to bite him, still screaming, until he tossed it in the air and shot it before it could get its bearings.

Shiani made a sad little noise. “But Tech…”

“I will get you something to eat after this. I will find water and catch you a fish myself, or buy whatever you would like from a cantina. But please do not make me watch you eat an insect. I fully intend to kiss you later, and that would be detrimental to the experience.”

She scrunched her face. “They serve crab in cantinas on some planets we visit. What is the difference between crab and bug, except crab is wet and bug is dry?”

“A crab is served cooked, to begin with.” Tech gave her a hand up, and she sighed.

“Sushi isn’t cooked. Neither is cookie dough, and Baby Mega and I ate a whole bowl last week.”

Hunter gave Omega a stern look. “Really?”

“It was good.” She smiled sheepishly.

Cid sighed, nudging the dead insect out of the way with her foot. “C’mon. Let’s go wait for Bolo and Ketch to send the signal.”

Hunter sighed. Now he had to deal with her on his ship for even longer… “Fine.”

It didn’t take long for Cid to get the message from Bolo and Ketch saying the Pykes had arrived and come for Durand. “They don’t take kindly to unpaid debts, so they’ll fix our little problem for us.”

“Your problem.” Shiani raised an eyebrow. “We’re just helping clean up mess.”

Cid huffed. “And here I was thinking about giving you guys dinner on the house.”

“The least you can do, after I got bit by all those flying things.” The siren chuckled, dabbing bacta on her many scratches. “I didn’t even get to eat it.”

“Were you actually going to eat it?” Cid eyed her.

Shiani nodded. “I was. But I like kisses more than snacks..”

“How do you go from threatening to bite me or apex predator mode, to a teenager in love?” Cid huffed.

“I’m not a teenager. I’m twenty three standard years old.” The siren laughed. “Teenage years were terrible. All suckers and elbows, never knew how to fix my head to look pretty, and then got banished.”

Tech chuckled. “You looked fine when we met.”

They walked into the Parlor and found Durand’s armored enforcers laid on the floor dead. Omega’s eyes went wide before Shiani put her hands over them. Cid just grinned. “See. Told you it would take care of itself. Now we can clear this mess out and start over.”

“I guess you want our help with that too?” Wrecker grumbled.

Shiani and Hunter both turned their heads. “I don’t think the problem is all gone yet, Cid.” The sergeant muttered.

Coming out from the office, four Pykes were escorting a humble looking and handcuffed Roland Durand. He spotted them, and in a desperate bid to save his own skin nodded at them. “They’re the ones who stole the spice. I know she was involved, and she got them to help her.”

The Pyke leader turned, examining the group who all pushed Omega to the middle protectively in the face of danger. “Return the spice, and we will consider the matter between us resolved.”

“We don’t have it.” Cid frowned.

“Then you are of no further use to us.” The Pyke drawled. “Kill them.” The Batch all reached for their own weapons, and Shiani’s claws came up along with her bared teeth.

Hunter realized quickly they were in over their head, and slowly lowered his blaster. “We don’t have the spice, but we know where it is. We can retrieve it and bring it back to you, if you’ll let the matter die here.”

“My patience is wearing thin. You have until nightfall to retrieve the spice. But the child remains here.”

Hunter started to balk, but Shiani put a hand on his shoulder. “They won’t hurt Baby Mega, as long as we do what they say. If we don’t, everyone dies here.” Her eyes moved sharply to the Pyke leader. The gang was ruthless and legendary, but they kept their word… most of the time. She would have to hope this was one of those times.

The sergeant was backed into a corner with no option, and he hated it. Cid just nodded, looking terrified. “Suckers is right. It’s not a negotiation. We’ll all die here unless we get that spice.”

Shiani knelt, putting her hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Listen to me.” She whispered. “Be very brave, Baby Mega. We’ll be back for you. We’ll always come back for you. Stay quiet and safe, okay?”

Omega nodded shakily, glancing around. “I will.”

Shiani hugged her tightly and got up, running her tongue over her fangs as she looked at the Pyke leader. She wanted to puff up, make threats to bite and claw until they were all bleeding. But that would provoke them. Family didn’t provoke the enemy. They just protected their own. “By nightfall?”

The Pyke nodded and turned away, pointing for Omega to sit at a round table and shoving Durand over beside her. The Batch regretfully had to leave her and headed outside.

“How are we going to get the spice?” Wrecker frowned. “Do we have to go back in there with those things?”

“Irlings.” Tech looked up from his datapad. “They are called irlings. They are nocturnal and photosensitive, so I recommend finishing this before dark.”

Hunter rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Not much choice there. Tech, we need a plan.”

“Working on it.” Tech showed Shiani his datapad, and her eyes brightened.

“I love lights.”

Wrecker and Cid were lowered by the Marauder's outboard pulley system into the irling nest below the mining track. Hunter was waiting at the controls anxiously, pulling each crate of spice up and pushing it back inside to Shiani. “We could use a hand here, Tech.” He grumbled.

“I’m giving you six extra arms. Let him work..” The siren chuckled. “If we need it, you'll be glad he did.”

“It's almost dark. Those things are going to wake up.” Echo muttered tensely from the cockpit.

“I am preparing for the possibility.” Tech assured him.

“Four crates up.” Shiani chirped. “Cid and Wrecker can ride the last two up.”

Hunter nodded, touching his comm. “Got the last two secure, Wrecker?”

“Yeah. This place is creepy, pull us up.”

Hunter started the pulley once again and glanced back at the setting sun. Shiani patted his shoulder. “Baby Mega is strong, Hunter. She'll be okay.”

“I hate that she's in this mess. And for Cid of all people.”

Shiani sighed. “I don’t like Cid much either, but I do think she feels bad about getting Baby Mega into trouble. Cid’s selfish, not evil.”

“Maybe I should have let you bite her.” He huffed.

“Then Cid would be mad. Selfish means vindictive when crossed.”

He sighed. “Yeah, ye-”

“Hunter! Get us out of here! They're swarming!” Wrecker’s voice screamed through the comm, and blaster fire echoed below.

“Tech!” Shiani yelped. “The swarm’s coming up!”

Tech quickly tightened a screw and tossed her an oblong shaped device. “Twist counterclockwise on the left side! You have six seconds after.”

Shiani twisted the device sharply. “Tell Wrecker to close his eyes.” She leaned out and threw the invention straight down into the hole. “Incoming!”

Hunter hit the comm. “Eyes shut!”

Shaini shielded her face, listening to the swarm getting closer and the echo of Wrecker’s screaming. “Four. Five. Six.”

The cavern below lit up with an explosive flashbang, sending the irlings scattered and diving back to their silent and dark nest. Hunter hauled Cid and Wrecker to safety, he and Shiani pulling them up to the platform of the ship when they came into view.

“See Muscles? That wasn't so bad.” Cid's voice was shaky and her claws clutched Shiani's arm a little too tight.

Wrecker just groaned miserably.

Hunter patted his back. “C'mon. We gotta get the kid.”

Shiani darted back to Tech with happy eyes. “That was brighter than all the lights on Tipoca City!”

He chuckled and pulled her to him by the hips, so his chin rested against her stomach where he was seated and she stood. Her praising his invention was his favorite part of this mission. “Should I make you lights more often?”

“I like lights. It's dark underwater.” She smiled and traced a claw over his cheek. “Baby Mega lets me sit under her lights in her room sometimes.”

“Once we collect Omega, you can do that.” He let Echo pull the ship around, though, so he didn't have to let her go yet.

The Batch walked into the Parlor with six crates of spice and set them in front of the group of collected Pykes. “Here. We kept our end of the deal.”

The leader nodded. “Then the matter between us is resolved. The child is free to go.”

Omega ran straight to Hunter, who tucked her immediately to his side. She looked anxiously back at Durand, who was quickly realizing that the matter between Pykes and Batch was solved, but his life was still in danger. “What's going to happen to him?”

Shiani shook her head. “Don't look.”

“But he just made a mistake! He shouldn't have to die over it.” Omega turned pleading eyes to the Pykes. “Don't hurt him!”

Shiani winced as the Pykes forced Durand to his knees over a crate. “Killing one means their family comes for revenge.” She murmured, hand on Omega's hair. She was thinking of sirens, who'd swim halfway across the planet after a missing member of their clans, or who'd hunt the largest sea monsters on Kamino if it meant protecting their children.

Cid nodded. “Just call it a bad deal and move on.”

“We do not accept bad deals.” The Pyke sneered.

“If you kill him, you'll have a blood feud with Isa Durand. Do you really need that heat right now?”

Hunter moved to cover Omega's eyes as a knife came down, but instead of killing Roland Durand they only cut his horn at the scalp. He was dumped on the floor, and the Pyke leader pocketed his trophy. “Our business is concluded. See that our paths do not cross again.”

The other Pykes took the spice and filed out, leaving Durand humiliated but alive.

Omega crept over to him. “Are you okay?”

He touched his horn and winced. “It's a small price to pay…” Ruby hopped into his lap comfortingly, and he looked over at the group who were all checking on Omega. Shiani spotted his expression and stepped out of the family huddle to approach him.

“You're lonely.” She said matter-of-factly. “Miss you family?”

“I thought striking out on my own would earn my mother's respect.”

Shiani chuckled. “Go home to your mama. Love is more important than respect, and she loves you.”

“You don't even know my mother.” He frowned.

“I know mamas. They love, even the tough ones. Go home.”

He sighed and nodded. “... good idea.”

Once he'd shuffled out, Shiani went back to Tech's side. Cid smiled. “First round is on the house.”

“You owe us more than that.” Wrecker laughed.

“Don't push your luck.” The trandoshan chuckled. When she glanced over her shoulder, Tech and Shiani were already slipping into a back booth to look at datapad holos of Nabooian paper lantern festivals. “Those two are easily entertained.”

Hunter chuckled back. “Only when they're together.”

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #fanfic #tbb tech

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HELP I AM STILL OBSESSING OVER THE AUTISTIC BOB HEADCANON.

Here are the signs I've noticed so far/some personal headcanons of mine because it's just so real:

--Bob loves randomly talking to inanimate objects, especially his restaurant supplies. He even likes personifying his food, like in "An Indecent Thanksgiving Proposal" where he made a whole "death" scene for Lance the turkey when it got hit with a bullet. His imagination runs deep, which definitely got passed on to the kids.

--Sometimes he just says some out-of-pocket things that he usually has to backtrack and apologize for. Like in the pilot, "Human Flesh", when he says "Because you're heavy" to Gene without batting an eye, and even tries to choke out Hugo out of frustration in another scene. Also, when he becomes crazy during that one scene during the hurricane in the first season and goes "THEY'LL BE EATING BOB'S BURGERS BABY" and Linda is very concerned. And also when he straight-up loses his cool towards Gene when Gene can't remember the restaurant's name and loses the chance to promote it.

--When he is obsessed, he goes ALL THE WAY. I already mentioned his love of gardening, but his love for food runs so deep it's basically his love language. Making things is how he expresses he cares, especially when it comes to Gene, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's the whole reason why he wants to run a restaurant so badly and consistently fights for it. Also, he definitely hyper-fixates on his rivalry with Jimmy Pesto, he will never let it go. Let's also not forget this man allowed an entire cow to just live in his apartment and had a whole dream about the said cow. He also gets really obsessed with people online occasionally, like the cucumber guy, or the sailor guy from "Oh Row You Didn't".

--When this man cares, he really CARES, and even though he's not good with dates, he still tends to remember very specific things. He always brings up little details that happened to the kids, like when he told Gene about that time when Gene was young and ate a fern and Bob was really concerned, and when Gene was young he used to love hearing stories from Bob. He also always remembered that he never got to give Linda a real wedding ring and got so excited when he finally got to buy one (though we all know how that ended). He even remembers that Louise called him "Daddy" until she was eight.

--He enjoys staying in, which I can respect. He really doesn't like crowds and just interacting with people, and as I mentioned in my "Bob loves plants" post, my personal headcanon is that he doesn't enjoy crowds because he doesn't understand certain social cues and doesn't like keeping up with them. It's just easier for him to be around his family, who are equally weird and understand him.

--Another headcanon of mine is that he gets overstimulated occasionally, especially if the restaurant has a busy day, and Linda definitely helps with that :3

--He was way too quick about denying that Tina has Autism in the pilot "Human Flesh", and his mindset is that "Oh, she's not Autistic, she's just weird like me, and I'm totally neurotypical" (definitely got this from @br1ghtestlight and this is just so real).

--Another headcanon is that his stimming is really minor, it just consists of small things like wiping his hands on his apron for a second or two longer than the average person would, or gesticulating, in general, more than the average person would, because when he wants to be, the man can be very expressive.

--He definitely also thinks that Gene is just weird like him, especially during "The Laser-Inth" when Gene clearly got overstimulated, Bob, in his head, is just like "Oh I totally understand, sometimes that just happens to me, I gotta just calm him down and let him know it's okay". But seriously, though, I still can't get over how good of a dad he was in that episode.

#bobs burgers #bob belcher #am i looking too deep in this?#yes but i don't care #this headcanon is everything and has me obsessed #some of things he does don't have a neurotypical explanation

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hua-mo-jin-is-a-cutie · 2 months

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Vocal Synth Headcanons as of March 2024

I wanna share my new headcanons as they've changed a lot and also I feel like tumblr will either ignore them or appreciate them quietly. These headcanons will include sexuality, romantic attraction, relationships, species, age, etc. <3

Before I get into this, I wanna preface this with how I view the vocal synth world in my head. In this world, vocal synths as we know them, are singers for hire and the engine(s) that they are on are the companies they work for. The companies that made them are their management team. So vocals like Miku and the cryptonloids have large management teams, aka crypton, but vocals made by singular people like independently owned utaus only have one manager. Some singers are just normal human beings, some are robots, some are literal fae, etc. But yea, the premise for all of this is that they are singers for hire.

Hatsune Miku:

A literal robot. Built in with the personality and intelligence of an adult, but marketed as a teen idol to attract more customers. THE singer for hire at Vocaloid. There are multiple Miku's because she is in such high demand. The one I like to think about specifically is an older original V2 model that has been given more modern upgrades throughout the years. She is in a relationship with Gumi. Non-repulsed asexual, but like physically she has no parts for it so (cough cough I did write wireplay gumiku fanfic cough cough). Bi-romantic.

Gumi Meg Poid

Human, around 24. In a relationship with a specific Miku. Is a single mother to Ryuto (Gachapoid). Very busy work schedule, but always tries her best to make time for her kid and her girlfriend. Lesbian. A good cook. Fell in love with Miku after singing with her a lot. Lives just outside the city in a little house with her son. Miku has keys to her house, but they don't live together because Miku is required to live close to the studio. She's a high school drop out because she found Ryuto. In this AU I have split up Megpoid (her product name) into a middle and last name. I do the same with Ryuto. The Poid family lol. (but not gakpoid because I don't have strong enough opinions about him to include him in this au. Maybe they're siblings idk).

Ryuto Gacha Poid

Gumi's son, not biologically. Currently around 7 years old. Kinda sorta half monster/dinosaur thing? Born from an egg (inspired by the light reading I did of the gachapin wikapedia page one night). Gumi saw a box on her way home from school that said something like "please take me home" and assumed it was gonna be like a cat or something. She had planned to take it to a shelter instead of leaving it in the rain. Inside the box was a large off-white egg with green spots. She assumed it was some kind of decoration and was about to walk away when it started to hatch. And out pops a crying little baby boy with little horns and a tail. What the fuck, she can't just leave him there. And thus, she has a kid now. Middle name is Gacha because gumi thought it was silly how she got him sort of like a gacha game. He is able to suppress his monster parts, but they still come out when he's really emotional. Sweet hyperactive baby boy. Probably has AuDHD. Friends with a lot of the other Vsynth Kiddos, but besties with Mo Jin. Lowkey really into hard rock and metal music (because that's what he's good at singing, I will fight people please let him sing more metal).

Hua Mo Jin

(ough my sweetest baby gorl aaaaaa more people should love you like I do. Some of what I'm about to write is canon from her character info on dsound so) Huamn, 6 years old. Surprisingly very tall for her age (I never draw her tall, but canonically she is like the average height of a 9 year old). Lives with her older sister, Hua Mo Ci, who she received her rabbit plush from. The rabbit plush scares everyone around her, but she thinks it's really sweet and takes it everywhere. She does not like hard foods, her favorite food is peony steamed buns. Autistic for sure. Also has albinism. Very quiet and doesn't talk much, but loves to sing. Does not get hired very often. Besties with Ryuto despite their language barrier. They're both working on learning English. I headcanon that her mother is dead and that she just lives with Mo Ci because it sort of parallels Gumi and Ryuto.

A literal alien from the planet ARIA. This is the human disguise she takes, but her actual form is kinda blob-like and translucent idk I need to draw it out sometime. Has a younger sister named ONE. In human years she's around 19. In a relationship with Flower. Non-repulsed Asexual (can you tell I'm projecting my sexuality onto the robots and aliens yet?). Her species reproduces asexually so she never really thought about it before dating Flower, but she's open to it. Romantically I'd just say queer. I mean she's not even human and her taking on the persona of a woman was kinda arbitrary. Enjoys learning about humans. Very sleepy, she never quite gets used to earth time. Prefers to wear comfy clothes when she's not performing.

ONE

Again, an Alien from ARIA. Around 15 in human years. More energetic than IA. Participates in athletics at the school she's attending. Socially awkward and kinda shy. Somehow the more responsible of the sisters, she usually cooks breakfast because IA doesn't get up early ever. In a relationship with KAFU. Thinks humans are strange creatures. Romantically a Lesbian, but like in a gender queer way. Really looks up to her sister.

Flower

Human. 100% a lesbian you can't convince me otherwise. Somewhere around 21 I think. Another single mom, but to twins this time. It's a whole story. In a relationship with IA. Somehow keeps attracting otherworldly beings into her life. Xin Hua is her cousin, they're around the same age and pretty close.

So here's her single mom backstory. When she was a kid she used to visit her grandparents for the summer along with Xin Hua. They had would play at the little park across the road (out in the country ya know?) and their grandma would always bring them fresh fruit to snack on. So one day she eats some plums and buries the seeds at that little park. And well she stopped staying at her grandparents for the summer. She returns years later after the death of her grandparents to help clean out their house and she notices that a plum tree has grown at that little park. She takes a break to go over there and have a plum for old times sake and 2 kids fall out of the tree like "Mom!!!" Oopsie, she accidentally created 2 plum tree spirits and now she's got kids.

She is a very tired single mother and still can't really believe that this happened, but she loves them all the same and does her best for them.

KAFU

A literal robot. Created with the personality and intelligence of a teenager (16-17. KAF was 17 at the time of recording so KAFU is minor). In a relationship with ONE. Asexual grey-aromantic) Very curious personality. Likes learning things about ARIA from ONE. Very busy work schedule.

MEIKA Hime

One of Flowers little fae kids. Around 11-12. Very bubbly and hyperactive, def has ADHD. Hyperfixated on plants. Attached at the hip to her twin (I mean like an unhealthy kinda codependency for real). Non-binary, They/She. Some kinda queer. Has a crush on Una. Friends with the other middle school age kids (Una, Oliver, etc.). Not very good at academics, but enjoys science. Has psychic powers. Their life is directly affected by the their tree so if the tree gets sick or hurt, so does she. Is a sleepwalker, often ends up scaring people in the middle of the night on accident.

MEIKA Mikoto

The other fae child. Around 11-12. Not talkative at all, very blunt when she does speak. Maybe autistic, but could just be antisocial I'm not sure yet. Attached at the hip to their twin (I mean like an unhealthy kinda codependency for real). Non-binary, They/She/He. Some kinda queer. Hyperfixated on insects. Enjoys horror movies and novels. Hime's rock. Holds a bit of resentment toward Flower for leaving them alone for so long, but it fades after they start living together. Has psychic powers. Their life is directly affected by the their tree so if the tree gets sick or hurt, so does he. They prefer quiet study sessions with Oliver and find Una to be a little overwhelming at times. She enjoys learning about astrology from IA once she starts hanging around more often (when her and Flower start dating).

Kaai Yuki

Human. 9 years old. Poor immune system, often gets sick (bc her voice provider literally had a cold at the time of recording her voicebank). Kiyoteru is her foster parent, but he does eventually adopt her. Really enjoys school and learning. Tutors the littler kids.

Yun Quan

(if it's not obvious this is my fan design for her) Human, around 8. Tall for her age. Snarky and a rich girl. Very protective of her friends and very mean to everyone else. She's not allowed to wear makeup, but really wants to be able to wear it, so she just has a huge collection of lip smackers lip balm.

Otomachi Una

Human, 11. Sees gumi as a sort of big sister / mentor figure since they share a management team. ADHD. Hyperfixated on marine life, specifically eels. Since she like canonically has different personas (Sugar, Spicy, and Talk) that all seem very different, I sort of have this idea that she has DID and that those personas her her different alters, but I don't have DID and don't wanna misrepresent it so I'm hesitant with that one. My other idea for it that I lean more toward is that they're her different ways of masking. So like Spicy could be her preformance mask, sugar could be how she is in everyday life, and talk could be how she presents in school. I know I (my autistic ass) have different masks for different social settings. Also Una is really into Scene fashion and 100% drinks Monster. She is in marching band.

Oliver

Zombie boy. around 11. Soft spoken and anxious. has a pet bird named James. His whole family is some kinda monster. Self concious about his stitches so he covers them with bandages, but that just draws more attention to him. Does not like going to school or really in public at all. Afraid of water. Close friends with Mikoto and Yuki.

I have more but I've been at this for a while so I'll add to this later lol

#vocaloid #synthv #vocal synth #headcanon #vocaloid headcanons

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gufaspins · 10 months

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So.. this is just a "Heads-up" for any new follower here, okay?

First of all, Hello! Im Gufaspins, but my friends call me Gufa / Alex (Alex is a name I chose for myself when I was younger, yet is not my real name. I dont think you could pronounce my real name so Alex is good) I'm a 23 years old chilean hobbyist artist ^^ My birthday is the 25th of August

All my social media can be found here

Anyways, uh.. Im genderfluid and I go by any pronouns tbh, Im GynoAce and.. well.. I love cats (?)

Im autistic, and have CPTSD just so you know .w.

I wont tolerate any kind of hate or stuff, okay? Please, I have enough with life, dont make my safezone another hell.

I am not in multiple fandoms as a whole, I just draw what I want to in the moment, BUT I am a huge fan of Undertale and I love RTgame videos (funnily enough. I love his jokes, I love how he absolutely hates Sans xD I understand that not everyone likes it, and I know most of that hate comes from harrassment, so its totally understandable uwu I still like the game. And I think RT is an amazing content creator. Love the guy. Love Dad) so most of my content will be revolving around those themes. ^^

Also all my art is on the hashtag "gufa art"

Rambles are under the hashtag "gufa rambles"

I wasnt gonna like, introduce myself in this post, I was actually going to warn you all .w.

So.. tumblr was my safe zone when I was younger, I used to vent so so so much here, but people who followed me would get... annoyed.. yk? So! So that doesnt happen, I made a hashtag, which is "please shut up gufa"

Any post with that hashtag will have a vent so.. if you could please like, block that hashtag, I would appreciate it ^^ Im going to modify some posts as I accidentaly put it on art so.. yeah ^^

Also! Vent posts will have a random irl photo I took, just so you dont get confused as well ^^

Fun fact, the Cat of the picture is named "MichiFuss"! He is a street cat I usually see at work ^^ I bring him food and water everyday! ♡ isnt he lovely? He was so skinny ;;;

Update 10 of March 2024

I have finally found a home, and Im getting better :3 I dont have a job anymore, but I am happier and healthier, with a baby cat and my soulmate <3