#because they only need a few encounters to form a strong connection

[abirddogmoment]

Do you know how specific scent training is? Like if you train a dog to find mallards they can find other ducks, but they're not going to indicate at sparrows for instance. So how specific is it?

Hi! So short answer - depends on the dog and how well they contextualize.

If you have a dog predisposed to finding birds, they're probably going to find all birds and then generally learn which ones you (the human) care about. So say for example your dog shows you a crow, a sparrow, a mallard, a teal, and a finch. You reward the mallard and the teal, and you ignore the others. Eventually your dog will release that you only care about some birds and their indication on crows and sparrows amd finches will fade.

If, on the other hand, you have to teach a dog to indicate birds from scratch, you might have to contextualize more. So you'd teach your dog that you reward when they look at ducks in a pond, and then they'd seek out ducks in a pond (hopefully). Then you'd have to teach that you reward when they find ducks in a field. Then ducks on a path in the woods. Then you might have to teach them that you don't care about herons in the pond. And so on and on, depending how quickly they understand what you're rewarding.

It really depends on what connection your dog makes in their puppy brain, and there isn't a good way to control that. But it's a fun thing to try anyway, especially if it's something you and your dog find enriching!

#asks #anon #it isnt so much as 'teach your dog to find mallards and theyll find ducks' #thats not the best example because usually you dont use a dog to find ducks #(ducks live in water so you just go around to ponds to look for them) #a better example is if you teach your dog to find spruce grouse they might find other grouse #but thats not really true either #generally for bird dogs you need to train them on each species you want to hunt #which makes sense because each species lives in different habitats in different environments #so you might have to run your dog in forests for spruce grouse AND alpine terrain for ptarms AND fields for sharpies #before they understand what theyre looking for #its obviously easier for dogs predisposed to finding birds #because they only need a few encounters to form a strong connection #but baby bird dogs point or flush songbirds all the time! #you just have to reward what you want them to find and ignore what you dont want #and hope they make the correct associations in their puppy brains #i looooove talking about this btw #i have read and watched sooooo much on bird dog training for aroris #i am so happy to answer these tysm

[sukunasbabygirl]

What do you think are Yuuji and Sukuna’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic?

A little bit of a late reply because it took me a while to gather and organise my thoughts which I have many of! I love talking about Yuji and Sukuna, especially the two of them together, and even moreso with the fact their strengths and weaknesses are so intertwined, which makes sense, considering they’re foil characters.

In regards to personality, I’ve spoken a lot about Sukuna’s end of things, and his flawed hedonistic mindset. The idea of change is something he cannot accept, and he, as the supposed pinnacle of Jujutsu, represents the old ways - the past - and Jujutsu Sorcerers in the past notoriously rejected their humanity to be stronger, as though some twisted form of enlightenment. Sukuna is an extreme of this, the most inhuman looking of all.

His strengths I think mostly lie in his thoughtfulness and consideration, the way he’s always planning and analysing the situation, never mindlessly swinging. He’s very good at measuring his opponents skill, rarely underestimating anyone (this is what makes his treatment of Yuji ever the more interesting). However, this thoughtful mindset is often held back by his rejection of humanity and change, and I don’t think that’s something he realises at all. His view on life is narrowed, he believes that humans live for pleasure and seek to avoid pain (hedonism), and he makes no room for any other belief. Anything that challenges his mindset is a threat to him (Yuji), and he’s so deep in this way or thinking that he just can’t comprehend that fact. His rejection of humanity is what supposedly makes him strong, yet it is also his greatest weakness - how ironic is that?

Then, there’s Yuji, his polar opposite. Yuji, who is unbreakable, who pushes through despite the suffering he’s undergone, who has such a strong sense of humanity and compassion, all these are his greatest strengths, though sometimes his compassion is also his downfall. The fact he also accepts change, and grows throughout every encounter, unlike Sukuna, is also another key strength. As a whole, Yuji is someone I’d call selfishly selfless, which sounds like a contradiction, but what I mean is he acts outwardly selfless on internally selfish principles. Truly, he wants to help people, he doesn’t want others to die horrible deaths, and he will act without reason if it means he can do that, life on the line and all. This is selfless. However, there’s always that selfish motivation, that desire to be known, to die surrounded by others, to have purpose. Yuji, despite how he seems, is a very lonely person, and it’s easy to forget this. He knows so many people, but very few truly know him, and he loses those that finally start to.

Yuji’s biggest flaw in my eyes stems from this loneliness, for a lonely person will often seek some kind of reason, of purpose, and will centre their life around this: Sukuna’s vessel, the only one who can save Megumi etc.

Yuji needs purpose, Sukuna needs no purpose: these are both flaws in context of their characters. I’m hoping this makes sense.

I think this Leads well into why I love their dynamic. They’re designed to complement each other, to be villain to the other’s hero. They are narratively cut from the same cloth: where one is the kind, the other is cruel, and where one is unbreakable, the other is fragile. You could say that neither could exist as they do now without the other, I mean, Yuji’s birth is connected with Sukuna somehow, and Sukuna could not have been incarnated without Yuji. They both drive the narrative because of this fact.

I think about that one Cain and Abel poem a lot in regards to them, I think it sums it up perfectly. “I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.” especially makes me think of them.

Apologies if this is messy, I’d usually try and structure something like this but I’m just passionately gushing here for the most part!

#asks #JJK #jjk spoilers #manga spoilers #Jujutsu kaisen #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #Sukuna #ryomen sukuna #they are so brothers to me in the WORST way

[likealittleheartbeat]

One of my most reblogged posts says, “ ATLA asks whether you can actually be friends across these lines if society refuses to be equitable. Friendships and romance depend not on conflict to deepen them but an active peacefulness.” I think a lot of people relate to the post’s critique of the kyriarchy (all those damn interwoven -isms!) and the ways it limits the formation of relationships. It describes how violence shortens lifespans, squashes nuance, and forces people together into exploitative rather than mutual dynamics. It’s easy to read my post as condemning the possibility of real connection across lines of oppression. I think that’s what I believed when I wrote it even. I’ve always had a certain gifted grace when I reread my writing, however, to discover that I’ve left a window of opportunity open. In this case, the window is within a few words in those sentences: “ATLA asks whether you can,” and that word, “active.”

The show doesn’t merely ask, but it answers its questions with that concept of active peacefulness. Wtf does that mean, tho??? Our boi Aang is so notably avoidant as to be a stereotype of his culture within universe. If it were up to him alone at the start of the show, peace would be a completely passive state. But if that were the case, he’d still be in the big ol’ ice cube. It’s Katara and Sokka’s dynamic and conflicted communalism that frees the avatar unto the world again. Katara demonstrates how disagreement and rage need have nadda to do with assault or abandonment. They can be the features of closeness and trust within a healthy growing relationship, peaceful even as they exact major shifts in the world. Sokka’s misogyny isn’t anything to imitate, but its the first instance we see in the series of a relationship strong enough to accept critique, discourse, and change. Just in this first episode, Sokka illustrates receptivity, Katara models productive and honest emotion, and, soon enough, Aang is introduced to spur on the expansion of these healthy communal practices beyond imposed borders, with all of them learning and growing in relation to one another.

This has profound implications for what comes in the finale regarding Azula and Ozai. These two powerhouses depended on order to stabilize their relationships rather than the bitchy discursiveness that constitutes real friendships or the meaningful arguments and compromises that make for a healthy romance. Importantly, neither gets the comeuppance they’d prefer: domination. Instead, they’re forced into relational dynamics. Azula is frozen alongside Katara, while Ozai’s energy is melded with Aang’s. If they are bested, it’s not in the arena of power; it’s in mutuality. They’re forced to be closer to the people they’ve oppressed and abused, held together rather than apart, and they come out of that encounter cowed but uninjured, the way a friend’s censure pains a soul so much worse than an enemy’s assault that cripples or kills. And the show’s not idealistic about the consequences of these symbolic gestures. It imprisons the antagonists, who are still not friends or even allies--only horrific equals who have a long way to go before any kind of trust is possible.

One person knows that long road, though. Zuko. His relationship to the gaang, and most of all Aang, reveals best that friendships across the constructed lines of oppression are possible and, in fact, a model for the most transformative relational dynamics. I’ve gotta block quote Ramzi Fawaz’s shit on friendship in Queer Forms, cuz it’s game-changing in concepts of friendship, and subsequently, why we feel so delightfully charged by Zuko’s ‘redemption,’ as its been called. 

Friendships of the kind I am describing, then, ones that carry the spirit of inventiveness and experimentation described by [Audre] Lorde and [Michel] Foucault, are exceptionally capable of handling conflict, because a genuine equality between the parties (that is nothing like sameness but has to do with two people equally valuing one another) means that both are actively engaged in the construction of the bond. This is why friendship can never function as the application of a rule (you must care for me in this predetermined way as a condition of our speaking) but rather takes shape in the doing of it, as the mutual creation, and continual renegotiation, of shared criteria for dialogue (we will speak, again and again, in order to figure out what conditions best enable our mutual growth). This model of sociality leaves far less space for victims and perpetrators, accusers and accused, because of a sense of mutual involvement, a complicity of the best kind not unlike Lorde’s conception of ‘the erotic’ as a force that animates a shared creation or ‘invention’ of new social forms between two people. It is also a description of the kind of interaction that incites people to change, to relase destructive or oppressive logics like homophobia, sexism, transphobia, and racism, not under ideological duress, shame, or demand, but in the surprising encounter with others who shift the ground beneath one’s feet.

We can see these kind of steadfast and contentious dynamics with lots of pairings as they develop on the show : Toph and Katara, Suki and Sokka, Aang and Teo, Katara and Aang, Mai and Zuko. These relationships go beyond simple alliance. While the empire’s violence might force these people together or apart, its their own abilities to face their differences, stick it out, and build something mutually beneficial (rather than the easier option of antagonistic) that connotes these relationships, even as it forces them to vacate the ideologies they held at the beginning of each episode in order to create more expansive visions of understanding. Zuko’s arc, of course, is the clearest answer atla offers: he goes from a villanous relationship, to a stance of confusion, toward a final state of loyalty and dedicated friendship. 

Relationships are possible within the sphere of violence and across the hierarchical lines the violence has implemented and enforces. Those people in positions of power, upheld by the violence and neglect of others, are actually equals (in the existential sense) to the most marginalized individual, and are therefore capable of all those tenets of humanity--embarrassment, sensitivity, loneliness, evil, empathy, etc. It’s only that the domain of oppressive conflict makes the tensions, betrayals, and metamorphoses that are a necessary part of the best kinds of friendships terrifying because those experiences feel so similar to abuse. In abuse, though, only one person is forced to change. In a reciprocal relationship, everyone is surprised to find they’re not entirely offended that someone else finds them imperfect--and somehow that’s endearing and engenders changes that neither person necessarily even demands. This is active peace: joking, judging, hugging, arguing, confessing, bitching, breaking rules, trusting, dancing, loving within a deeply imperfect world with deeply imperfect people for whom you, nevertheless, still want the best and who seem to want the best for you (which is why you wanted the world to change for the better in the first place).

#Platonic love #atla meta #friendship #zuko #aang #queer platonic love #zukaang #aanglove #katara #sokka #atla

[bangobeep]

A Love Letter to Jazzpunk, by Ed

It's crazy how fast time can go by when you're enjoying yourself. It's been about three years since I first encountered this game, and I could not be happier with where it's brought me. I've learned so much and met so many wonderful people through it.

For a game that can be played in 2 hours and a half, it sure is complex; so full of jokes and content that can take literal hours to be taken apart. It's brought me closer to an appreciation of things like abstract art, the cyberpunk genre, analog tech, vintage clothing, suits, among a few others.

I remember my first interaction with the game. Funnily enough, it was not through Ranboo like what I usually tell. Back in the day, 2021, I was a mere high school student who, to cope with the horrors of the pandemic, used to be into the DSMP. Woo. Yeah. No shame in admittance. Well, only a little bit.

There was this one cosplayer I used to follow on TikTok (if I recall correctly, their name is Fern [they/them]); mainly because of their c!Foolish cosplay. I was drawn to them and their energy and the way they portrayed characters! So, naturally, I followed them and interacted with their videos every now and then.

On the 23rd of June of 2021, I found myself doom-scrolling on the app (as one does), and I came across one of their videos, though this one was not from any media I knew or was used to watching from them.

The song spy? by WHOKILLEDXIX started playing, and there he was. Glasses and (makeshift) orange tie. Business card. Coat. A little unhinged, yet classy. The Editor.

I feel as if I was so drawn to him because of what I wanted to do after high school. I wanted to study literature in college to become an editor myself! I wanted to correct people's texts, be annoying about it and get paid for it! And would you look at that, the name of the guy is quite literally The Editor. LOL.

As the days went by, I found myself going back to the video, waiting for them to upload more, to feed into my curiosity. I loved the video I saw so much I saved it to my gallery the exact same day I saw it.

Then came the second one, with actual footage from the game. "Quick, look behind you." The Director says, and the camera cuts to the ground, and Fern's shoes. I heard their voices for the first time. "Improvise, I know you'll do well by me." He says again, and I grow ever so drawn to it. Five videos are more than enough. And while I don't look it up just yet, it's in my head.

Until the 25th of July 2021! Like I said, I used to be into the DSMP, though by then, the fixation was fading, and I found myself in that limbo where nothing quite caught my attention. On that day, Ranboo tweeted something about a Jazzpunk stream, and it instantly caught my attention. I was quick to put down anything I was doing to find out what it really was.

And though I was not particularly interested in them, or their streams anymore, I was hooked! I was not the kind to stay for an entire stream, yet there I was. Two hours and thirty something minutes of being beamed in the brain with pure madness.

And then it was over. And I found myself gripping every single piece of fanart I could find with my bare hands, screaming because there had got to be more, right? There had to be more.

And there was! That's when Tumblr became my main form of internet presence. First was Instagram, then came Twitter, and well, would you look at that, I made it here.

I started drawing. I must admit, my first few drawings were atrocious, but looking back on them now, I feel proud. People say that when you fixate on something, your art develops as you go, and they're right!

A year and a half are all my prior account lasted. By the same name. I made a stupid joke to my boyfriend, sending one (1) spam message in their ask box and it was gone! And so, bangobeep 2.0 came to fruition. But that's not the point.

Back when I first got into the game, the need for connection was strong. I found myself craving the partnership; the long, late-night talks about little details of the game, the roleplaying, the scenario thinking, and so the Jazzpunk server came to life on the 13th of August 2021. Named Jazzpunk Moment. I sent a DM to the people I saw most often in the tag back then: Pangolin-404 and Vendotlover, both of which I admired very much!

I remember looking at their art and reading their fanfics and thinking to myself: 'Wow, what I'd give to be able to talk to the cool kids!' And well, I did! I talked to both, and they both agreed to give me their discord, after which they (and a few others with time) joined the server.

Some time after that, I befriended them personally through our mutual love for the game and similar interests, as well as through general chitter chatter about me being hyperactive when on caffeine, 404/Caligula telling me about Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine, and Ven telling me of xeir OC whose name came from Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss. I’m happy to say nowadays I still talk to both Caligula and Ven very often. In fact! I consider Cali one of my best friends, and I am kinda gay dating Ven. So, you know. Fun things bring fun people together. :)

Then came around people like Jazz Jazzanon, Zippy Zippycup, Jazzhands, Noah, Wither, and a couple others that, while I won’t mention, made this experience something wonderful for me.

I can’t quite find the words to express this something so dear to me. Jazzpunk, as short as it is, changed my life in ways I could’ve never imagined. I’ve started researching things I thought I’d never be into, started books I loved, got into music I had never listened to before, and it all helped build me as a person these three years. It’s brought me unimaginable amounts of comfort and joy, and I don’t think I’ll ever find something else that will make me feel this whole.

I could go on and on about how I have projected so many little aspects of my life onto my interpretation of it. About how the way I interpret Polyblank is highly influenced by those I love. About how the paintings in The Editor’s house fit him and his personality, but those are topics for another day.

The world out there is wacky and crazy, and Jazzpunk does a great job at feeding into the fact it can be strange, it can be difficult, and it can be fun.

So, to 10 years of community, 10 years of happiness, 10 years of a game that will stay with me forever, and many more to come!

Thank you, Jazzpunk.

#jazzpunk #jappy jazzpunk janniversary :^)

[emperorbubblegum]

This is gonna be another long-ish spoiler post for F/SR, so don't click if you haven't learned Rider's True Name yet

Also slight spoilers for Fate/Extra CCC Foxtail and maybe Shimousa but those are old enough that I doubt people care

I really need to hear the opinion of someone who doesn't know much about Fate play Samurai Remnant. I feel like most of us where able to guess a lot of the new Servants based off connections they had to pre-established ones. Rider's probably one of two exceptions because her reveal is supposed to be this huge "what the fuck" moment - and it is, but I feel like that mostly hinges on the player knowing Fate's version of Minomoto-no-Raikou.

Ushi Gozen has been teased for years. Raikou's always been one of the many Servants that mentions how her Berserker Saint Graph isn't the only one we might aee of her (edit 1: I didn't play FGO when it first released so I didn't know this, but apparently Ushi actually shows up in the same event Raikou's introduced in). In Foxtail, we see her used as a prarallel to Suzuka, since both have connections to Oni. The most prominent tease is in Shimousa, where we actually see Ushi Gozen appear, but with the same design as Raikou for budget reasons I guess (edit 2: No we don't, that's just Raikou, but she has the Rider class so I misremembered her there as Ushi Gozen). And now she's actually here! She gets her own game! And she looks...

Girl what the fuck happened to you

I really like both of her designs to be honest. She's one of the few Servants to be wearing actual samurai armor, and she's the first to wear the helmet too I'm pretty sure. Then after Saber kicks the shit out of her, the armor falls apart and we see that she's in a much worse state than any of us expected. Her hair's cut short, her eyes are dead with noticeable bags, her skin's paler than it was before, and she barely looks like she's eaten anything. Those last two could also be said about Raikou (Raita for the love of god learn to draw human women properly) but on Rider they're noticeably worse. Also she seems crazier than her Berserker form, albeit a different kind of crazy.

When we fight her the second time in Chapter 5, she shows up with these awesome robot-like spider legs reminiscent of what Ushi-oni are usually described with. She doesn't look human because her humanity was seemingly beaten out of her. Raikou tends to suffer from what I like to call "the Altera Problem", where if used right she can be a really genuine and badass character, but 90% of the time she's used for jokes and to get people's dicks hard. However in things like Foxtail, or Shimousa (which is even more apparent in the manga), or Heian-Kyo we get to see her for how she really is, which is A) terrifying and B) a hero worthy of going down as one of humanity's best. Rider is only that first one. No jokes, no big tits, just pure unadulturated "you're gonna die" energy.

Rider's the first Servant we ever see in Samurai Remnant. She's the first one Iori encounters, leveling his house in the prologue and acting as the tutorial boss to show the player "hey you can't fucking take these guys on", and in the teaser trailer (which shows that scene) she's one of three Servants who are actually shown to us - the other two being SR's Saber and everyone's favorite bisexual dimension hopper, Musashi. I could write a whole other post about Shousetsu and Iori (maybe I will who knows) but Rider follows their dynamic. She's a strong parallel to Saber. Fuck she basically is Saber if they didn't have people like Ototachibana-Hime and Iori to keep them grounded.

All of the new Servants are super cool (with the exception of Caster that bitch ass nerd), but I think Rider's possibly the coolest. I mean, I've been wanting Samson since I got into Fate and you haven't seen me make any real posts about him because Minamoto-no-Raikou, one of my least favorite Servants, has got me in a vicegrip. I don't know if she's my favorite, but I'll definitely be saving for if she ever comes into FGO

#fate series #fate samurai remnant #fsr #fsr rider #fate samurai remnant spoilers #fsr spoilers

[arcthebreeder]

Log_55.TXT

04/15/2024, 20:57 (GMT-5)

Well... It was more than just a few hours!

You see, we were wandering around in the Digital World, him with his Dukemon and me with Canoweissmon and Siriusmon. "D" has been talking about how new Digimon were discovered a few months ago, some of those Digimon are rumored to come from Witchelny, another Digital World that hasn't been explored that much yet, some Digimon like Wizarmon and Witchmon are confirmed to come from there, this Digital World also houses a pretty rare Dukemon variant "D" had his eyes on, Medieval Dukemon.

Medieval Dukemon has been known as "The Vortex Warrior" since its discovery in 2010, thus mocking the fact that whoever discovered him, wrote that he was part of a group called The Vortex Warriors, however, for almost 14 years, no one had discovered a digimon from this group aside Medieval Dukemon, theorizing that the guy who discovered it was either lying or misunderstanding what the first Medieval Dukemon specimen ever seen was saying, everyone labeled him as either stupid or "delulu".

Well, it appears that some of the Digimon that were discovered recently, specifically Grand Galemon and Zephagamon, are members of the Vortex Warriors, taking orders from Medieval Dukemon, also called "The Whirlwind General". Anyways, we were walking through a forest that is supposedly connected with Witchelny, this because of the amount of magic-related digimon that wander the zone and, as it seems, an also recently discovered Digimon called Chaperomon, who bares data from multiple fairy tales, (mainly Little Red Hood) within her, inhabitants that zone, in search for Fangmon, who has data from the Big Bad Wolf from the old fairy tales. She at first glance attacked us with a Molotov cocktail based attack called "Apple For You" that was easily reflected by "D's" Dukemon, after clearing the misunderstanding, we talked about how we wanted to talk with the Vortex Warriors, she apparently knew one of the Digimon partaken in that group personally, so she lead us to them.

After arriving at a hidden grotto, we were warmly welcomed by a Galemon's Hurricane Slasher, a large, sharp blade of wind that was almost instantly cut in a half with Siriusmon's Sylvia, after this little encounter, Medieval Dukemon himself came to welcome us, and excuse his pupil, asking us why we were here, "D", who was the must interested about him, got into a deep talk with Medieval Dukemon about who knows what. Since my friend was clearly doing his own business, I decided to wander around with Canoweissmon and Siriusmon. Most of the digimon inside the grotto were digimon in armor who I cannot assure belonged to the Vortex Warriors, like Kotemon, and some Koemon playing around (surely Kuzuhamon would've loved to see that) Canoweissmon pointed out the obvios, that we weren't really doing anything specific, and we ended up walking out of the group, we even left Siriusmon behind since he wanted to talk with a Zephagamon who called his attention, after some time, Canoweissmon began talking about the frustrations he had about how he wasn't able to evolve into Ultimate, we thought we were alone but, without us noticing, a huge Grand Galemon flew down upon us, Grand Galemon asked what was wrong, and talked with Canoweissmon.

He left everything out with him, how his brother got to evolve into Ultimate and managed to control the wicked data that once affected his personality, how even Rasenmon surpassed him after beating her own negative emotions that took the form of Rasenmon Rage Mode, and, that even if he looked up to Siriusmon, he was jealous of him, because of his self confidence and impressive power.

Grand Galemon sat down and listened to everything Canoweissmon had to say, and afterwards told him the following.

「I understand where your frustrations are coming from, but you don't need to be as strong as the rest to be their equal, your contributions to your companions aren't only based on how strong you are, but how much you care about them, and how you make them know that, taking care of them, and fighting along side them, plus, you don't need to be an Ultimate to be strong, look at me! I've been Medieval Dukemon's right hand since forever, and I'm "only a Perfect" everyone gets their chance to evolve and be stronger, but you can't over hype that moment and that form because if you do, you'll never be ok with that form, and never get to appreciate it」

It's a... Pretty good speech, not only applicable to digimon but also to us humans, but... I'm getting out of hand.

During all this time we spent with Grand Galemon, Siriusmon and Dukemon got to practice and spar with Medieval Dukemon and Zephagamon, so after some time, we got out.

I don't know what "D" wanted with Medieval Dukemon exactly, but I'm pretty sure he got it, since he was pretty happy when we finally came back.

After that, I tried to convince "D" to analyze the DigiTama I got from the police, he accepted to have it laying around for a bit, but I'll have to pick it up as soon as I can, since, in his own words "his PC is NOT a kindergarten"

And... Yeah, that's fair.

Oh! Talking about Bits, my friend I talked about in another entry managed to hatch her DigiTama, and her V-mon, Sophie, has finally reached Child stage, she's going to a little town soon so I'll have to see how that could affect Sophie's growing, and of course, I'll keep you updated.

ATT: ARC

#digimon #blog #blog entry #coding #larp #story #fictional world #digimon vpet #vpet #virtual pet #v pet #digital world #digital monster #digital monsters #Witchelny #witches #magic #vortex warriors #motivational speech

[tallyanimatez]

Favorite thing to do

domicile au

What is your most favorite thing to do when you don't have 7 powerful men trying to fight over you?

Hangout out with your friends who are the same age as you! ( You believe you're the same age as them )

You don't dwell on living a life full of luxury. In fact, you wish you could live a normal mundane life just like back then, when you had a family.

Even if it is just a replica of what you once had.

Even if they are not beside you any longer .

Even if this is just to fill your hollow chest.

It's better than nothing. You always tell yourself that.

Whenever you have some leisure time, your first destination is the Heartslabyul manor, you always come there to pick up Ace and Duece for a friendship picnic. After convincing Riddle to let the two "troublemakers" get a break ( by threatening Riddle you'll never bake a strawberry tart for him again ). You then proceed to drag Adeuce duo to the track training area, where you encounter Jack. You remember him coming here, especially early in the morning for a quick run, so you keep it in mind whenever you want to hangout with him or join him during his runs, plus you never see Leona whenever you go here so it's two birds with one stone. Waving at Jack to catch his attention, you speak loudly that you'll be having a picnic near the forest at ramshackle field and he's invited. Then you proceed to drag the Adeuce duo to find Epel. Should your memory server you right, Epel will be at Spell drive club for some training or he could be wandering in the city to avoid Vil. Choosing the former option ( you know very well Leona has a soft spot for you and he falters easily at your tears ), you make your way to the Spell drive club. You are lucked out to find the apple boy there, and Leona is not there too! You waved at Epel in hopes that it would catch his attention, it took you a few tries but nevertheless he was able to notice you. You tell Epel that you, Jack, Ace, Deuce are going for a picnic, but before that, you need to invite one last guest before starting. You decided to bring the four to the meadow you found a few days ago and set up everything first before going to Sebek ( convincing Sebek is the hardest thing to do without having your ear drums blown off. However... just mention that Malleus gave him permission then he will be silent and come with you ). The walk to the castle took a while, but you think it's worth it because Sebek seems like he's off duty post for now seeing that he's outside the castle. Surprisingly he was kind of silent for today, but it is not your business so you decided to drag Sebek to the meadow again, only for your ears to be blown off during the entire journey...

"C'monnn Sebek, it's been so long since we were able to spend time with each other without having the leaders fighting over meeeee. It's even more rare that Grim let me off the hook once so I can be free!"

"HOW DARE YOU HUMAN THINK I'LL PARTICIPATE IN SUCH USELESS ACTIVITY-"

"Sebek, I will tell Malleus that you refused my invitation which made me cry, you'll be shunned by your Waka-sama."

"..."

"Wowie, Sebek actually stayed quiet for once."

"With Yuu's given position, it would be dumb for the crocodile to not stay silent. "

"Yeah yeah bleeee"

"Even Leona would give in a bit to their antiques, that shows how scary Yuu is..."

"But you did work hard for the position and you didn't use it for bad reasons, so I respect the decision."

It's always you trying to silence Sebek for everyone's greater good, then following Epel's admiration to Ace's harsh criticism, next is Jack's admiration (?) to Deuce's respect. They aren't wrong that the world could be under your feet at any given time with the connections you have formed. Nobody is strong enough to over power any of the seven.

But it wasn't what you wanted in the end.

Your wish was to find your family and reunite with them again. Even though you don't know if they'll live that long...

You promised to cherish every moment to them, so it's the least you could make it up to them.

#domicile au #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #tallyphone call #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twst au #twst ace #ace trappola #twst deuce #deuce spade #twst jack #jack howl #twst epel #epel felmier #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt #twst x you

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@ashthedrawer here’s a little bit of background on Damien and his family relations!

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Early life:

Damien was born into a lower-middle class family with a presumed, but unconfirmed, history of mental illness. For unknown reasons his father (possibly Eliza’s too, possibly not) left when he was barely two years old. This left Damien in soul care of his mother, Lydia, and his older sister, Elizabeth (Eliza).

The family lived in a decently sized home in the outskirts of the small, Northern town, Edenburrow, of the now-radioactive seventy-first sector.

Damien doesn’t recall much from this period in his life, only a few details, such as not being allowed outside much, especially around other kids due to his very conservative, overprotective mother. He reminisces on his once-close relationship to his sister, as she was his only constant companion close in age.

Though his memories are vague and few, Damien still feels a strong connection to his late mother, persistent about how loving and caring she was towards him.

When Damien was nine he walked in on his sister murdering their mother with a kitchen knife. He knew they would fight occasionally, hearing yelling late at night, but knew better than to speak up, and often attempted successfully to drown the noise out. Eliza was not gentle, but it was impossible to believe their usual disagreements would become violent to such a degree.

The neighbors alerted to cops via radio before he ever walked in. Damien admits he did not run, shock freezing any of his survival skills, as he watched his mothers last breaths. Eliza took notice to him quickly, almost immediately crouching to his height to comfort him. She attempted to snap him out of his daze, convincing him to get some things packed, that they were leaving. She resorted to begging soon after, swearing things to him like “I had to do it”, “we weren’t safe with her”, “I was protecting you. This was for you.”

Damien was taken into state custody after his sister was incarcerated, as he had no other family. He testified against Elizabeth at the trial, despite the fact it wrong. He never looked his sister in the eyes after the event, knowing he would feel sympathetic and hatred all at once. Damien was moved around a few foster homes before beginning to be exclusively placed in groups homes as he neared his teenage years.

His mother:

In Damien’s eyes, his mother was someone who loved both him and Eliza unconditionally. She was a saint in her own right who did nothing but love. He adored her to no end and could never understand why his sister did it. He swears he’d never seen his mother wrong her in anyway, recalling his few childhood memories quite fondly. His mother and Eliza would fight occasionally at night, yes, but most arguments would be started by Eliza, who has always exhibited a more hostile nature.

Elizabeth did prove mentally unstable in court, earning her an insanity plea that saved her from a life in prison, but caused her to be locked in a psychiatric ward for all of her formative years. It is unknown whether she gained her damaged psyche through years of her mothers abuse or if she had been born unstable.

Eliza claims on her encounters with Damien that their mother was a manically depressed, devoted catholic with no control over her emotions. She was abusive to both of them in a way that endangered their lives. Elizabeth claims that numerous encounters between her and her mother occurred in which she would comment on how she never wanted them, only keeping them alive because of Gods word. Elizabeth states she feared for her and Damien’s lives some nights due to their mothers sporadic outbursts of physicality. She justifies her actions via promising Damien they were not safe in that house and needed to escape.

She begs Damien to realize that he altered his memories of their childhood due to the trauma. Eliza believes wholeheartedly that the memories Damien created are nothing more than fantasies to soothe himself because he’s unable to face the truth.

Damien swears in Gods name that he is telling the truth about his mother, that she was kind and good, but deep down he truly doesn’t know if he’s right. He tries to believe that Eliza’s damaged mental state is the reason she tells him these things, that she’s only trying to manipulate him further. But in reality, her explanation pieces together why his few childhood memories are so vague.

It’s permanently unknown whether or not Eliza was twisting the story to justify her actions or if it is true that Damien had unknowingly altered his memories due to how traumatized he was.

#i will try and add an explaination of his and eliza’s relationship eventually (because it rekindles post-escaping the psych ward) #(and that’s a wholeeee plot point) #BUT #here’s the exact version of his story i created eons ago #thank you 11 year old me for the reference #basically plagiarized it and just #improved the wording #-> #oc: damien #oc: elizabeth

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Narudar: Chapter Forty-Two—The Tragedy

SUMMARY: Tython brings more challenges than what was originally expected.

WARNINGS: Angst, canon-typical violence

WORD COUNT: 4.4k

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"Dank farrik!"

Stopping in your tracks, you froze with prominent confusion on your expression. Hearing the timbre of Din's voice echo through the Razor Crest, you head for the ladder to reach the cockpit. You couldn't tell if he sounded angry or not... Perhaps the ship was malfunctioning again, as it always was.

"Hey, no, I'm not mad at you. You did good. I just..." Din continued, voice gentle. Just as you extended your arm to grab one of the steps, you halted to listen. Only then did you remember Grogu was up there with him. "When the nice lady said you had training, I just..."

Din paused... and sighed, heavily. He couldn't seem to finish that sentence. 

"You're very special, kid."

Grogu cooed softly, as if he were responding. For some reason, the conversation was leaving a pit of sorrow in your stomach...

"We're gonna find that place you belong and they're gonna take real good care of you," Din explained. The sounds of him working on something on the control panel reached your ears. "This is Tython. That's where we're gonna try and find you a Jedi. But you have to agree to go with them if they want you. Understand?" He stayed quiet for a second, as if waiting for him to reply. Then, "Plus, I can't train you. You're too powerful. Don't you wanna learn more of that Jedi stuff?"

The kid only grunted.

"I agreed to take you back to your own kind, so that's what I need to do. You understand, right?"

Again, Grogu didn't exactly respond to that. He likely comprehended part of what Din was trying to express to him... But you were beginning to think that Din wasn't only helping him understand. No, because he was also trying to convince himself that this was the correct decision—and that this was something he had to do.

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Tython was deserted—but that was good. Because locating the seeing stone had not been difficult whatsoever, and spotting it from the sky had been simple. The gunship was landed a short distance away from it since there was no flat platform closer to settle on, though traveling to the stone had been easy with Din's jetpack. A scarce diversification of plants inhabited the word, but it was mainly dirt, sand, and boulders. The atmosphere was dry, scratching your throat with every breath you took, but you soon grew accustomed to the air. There didn't seem to be any civilization from your point of view, even as you were upon the heights of the seeing stone. Towering rocks surrounded the stone, forming a perimeter around it, along with a few steps of stairs that guided you guys nearer to the smoothed stone in the middle.

"I guess this is it," Din spoke up. He had been the one to insist on holding Grogu as you walked... and you had a feeling that you recognized why. You took a brief moment to examine the area. Granted, you had never encountered a seeing stone in person—and while this did not look like much, the Force here was prominent in a strange way you had never felt before. This was no doubt this was the seeing stone. Ahsoka was not wrong when she stated that it had a strong connection to the Force. "Does this look Jedi to you?"

A grin tugged at your lips. "Yeah... this looks very Jedi to me. Just set the kid on the rock over there."

"Are you sure it's safe?" Din asked, approaching the stone you gestured towards.

"Of course," you replied, following behind him. "What's gonna happen to him on a stone?" 

A reluctant sigh heaved Din's chest, before he decided to let go of Grogu and set him down on the seeing stone. "I guess you sit right here..."

Din backed up a couple steps, though he didn't dare to stray too far yet. Grogu, though, didn't seem to react to anything. Instead, he sat there. Doing... nothing.

"This is the seeing stone. Are you seeing anything?" Din questioned. And when absolutely nothing was happening, he turned to you. "Or are they supposed to see him?"

"No, just give him a second. Come on," you answered, grabbing his arm and beckoning him to follow you. You guided him a few feet away, allowing Grogu some space to concentrate. "Let's just wait over here and let him focus on his own."

An azure butterfly fluttered by Grogu's ears. As he felt the feathery touch, his ears flickered back and forth, his bright eyes lifting with curiosity. He stretched out for it once, but the insect quickly flapped away from his reach.

"Can't you do it instead?"

You froze, gaze lifting to meet with Din's visor as he stared at you expectantly for an answer. You? "Um..."

Well, you could. It was just that... perhaps you weren't strong enough to work with the seeing stone. (At least, that was your excuse... Not even you believed it yourself).

A sound captured your attention, averting your eyes to the sky as an unfamiliar ship entered the atmosphere. Within seconds, it shifted itself as it lowered to the ground beneath it, partly concealed by another large boulder. Both you and Din stepped forward to gain a greater view of whoever may be inside that ship, but there didn't seem to be anyone leaving quite yet.

Your heart paced quicker than it should be. "Who is that?"

"We need to leave," Din concluded, leaving no space to even consider it—but you didn't blame him. "Time's up, kid. We gotta get out of here—"

 Yes, you should get out of here... You definitely should.

Except, Grogu made that improbable at the moment.

Eyes shut closed in concentration, there was no doubt that he was reaching into the Force, possibly even communicating with a Jedi already. You could not tell yet. Encasing him was a force field, glowing blue and initiated by the powers the seeing stone contained, protecting him from anything surrounding him. He was in the middle of linking with the Force... and now you had to wait for him to finish, because there was no way either of you could penetrate that shield.

"Great."

"What's he doing?" Din asked, nearing the kid.

"He's doing it, he's... trying to reach out for a Jedi." There was a slight disappointment in your voice that you failed to hide, although you wouldn't admit it. Because maybe you were hoping he would decide otherwise and instead stay with Din... so everyone could stay together.

Din outstretched an arm towards Grogu. "We don't have time for this..."

"No, Din—!" Just as he extended his hand, the force field thrusted him back, propelling him aside to the ground. That surprised you, and you quickly rushed to help him stand back up, grabbing him by an arm. You weren't sure what you were expecting... but it wasn't that. "Are you okay?"

Except he hadn't replied to that, because he was much too preoccupied on the gravity of the situation... "Hey! Snap out of it, kid!"

"I don't think we can do anything until he stops," you explained, still gripping onto Din's arm.

"But we have to get out of here."

"Yeah, but—" you sighed, glancing around for a moment to see if there was anything else you could possibly do to act. "Do you see any other option? There's no way to sneak through the force field."

 A frustrated puff of breath left Din's voice modulator as he turned around to confront the unknown ship. Lifting a palm, he pressed a finger to the side of his helmet. You assumed he was switching the heat signature setting on, to possibly see straight through the vessel. 

"Maybe they live here..."

"Nobody lives here," Din replied. That was the truth, and he was not wrong—but you desperately needed something that persuaded you into believing that you could escape Tython alive. "There's someone leaving the ship." Blaster pulled out of his holster, Din shifted to face you—and you predicted exactly what he was going to say: "Stay here—"

"No—"

"Please."

"No, are you crazy? I don't want you going alone."

"Protect the kid. He's what matters—not me."

That's not true... You wanted to tell him. But those words weren't spoken aloud, because he wasn't entirely wrong. Grogu was what mattered right now, and if those were bounty hunters, then they were after him. Not Din. And while Din still mattered (he always did matter to you)... Grogu needed someone to stay behind for him. 

"Just... stay here, please. I'll see if I can buy us some time."

There was a split second of hesitation, but you finally gave in as you found there truly was no other choice. "Fine... Just be careful."

His visor lingered (for a moment too long, maybe), before he turned—and he was gone. You were forced to watch as he hastened towards the unfamiliar ship,  his armored figure becoming smaller and smaller with every second. You observed for as long as you possibly could. Someone had fired a blaster—nearly striking him—but Din sought for coverage behind a rock before they could attempt to shoot him again. Only then did you notice the cloaked—presumably human—that emerged from the lowered ramp of the vessel...

And someone else who happened to be pointing a sniper rifle straight towards you, from the top of a boulder.

You had been too caught up with making sure Din was alright, that you failed to notice the person who had swiftly set up their weapon. Hastily, you concealed yourself behind a rock tall enough to hide your entire body. Thankfully, if they fired, the kid would be completely safe within his own force field. What concerned you was if he finished soon—because then he would be entirely exposed to  the sniper's bullets. Another heavy sigh escaped your lips as you revealed your blaster, gripping it tightly between your digits, a finger settling gently upon the trigger. Hanging against your thigh and obscured by your scarlet cloak was your lightsaber, which was tempting... but you would only draw it out under serious circumstances. Right now was not the time... not yet. Grogu, unfortunately, didn't seem to budge from his spot, growing a larger pit of anxiety in your chest as the seconds ticked by.

Another ship emerged from the skies, quickly lowering itself  besides the Razor Crest. The grip on your gun strengthened, observing as the vessel opened and soldiers in white armor made their appearance. Stormtroopers.

Your heart plummeted to the core of the planet. Were these people working for the Empire? Had they tracked you down and alerted them? Frozen to your spot, you could only watch as the troopers exited their ship, each one of them armed with weapons in their grasps. As much as you hated to admit it, you were outnumbered by your enemies. You and Din combined may have more power and skill than these stormtroopers, but you were outnumbered nevertheless.

This was a mistake. You should never have landed here.

You should have agreed with Din when he asked to let go of all this...

"Time to go!" Din's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes shifted to find Din rushing towards you, before swapping back to glance over to Grogu. "He's not done!"

"I don't care— there's troopers here!"

"I know! But who the hell are they?!" You gestured towards the ship that landed earlier. Now that you thought of it, the sniper hadn't shot Din down when they had the chance...

"There was just... someone looking for Vanth's armor, he's been tracking us with Fennec Shand— It doesn't matter, we have to go!"

"Fennec Shand?" you repeated. You swore she had been blasted down right in front of you, left for dead on the sands of Tatooine. "Wait, who's tracking us? Are they with the Empire? Wh— Din!" All you could do was watch as Din tried to reach for Grogu again, only for him to be shoved backwards again. This time, when he collided with the ground, he didn't move... or respond. So you assumed he had momentarily blacked out.

Maybe... you could try.

Sucking in a deep breath, you approached the seeing stone and halted yourself right in front of the force field. Hesitantly, you pressed your palm into the glowing shield. It did not hurt or sting, but it was resilient—and you forced yourself further and further, the field fighting against you, almost preventing you from feeling the fabric of Grogu's robe brush against your fingertips... But  in one second, all that progress had dwindled and you were jolted back. You remembered your back slamming into a rigid stone. Pain reverberating throughout your entire spine. Darkness engulfing you. Eyes opening to broad daylight moments later. Commotion reaching your ears—shooting and fighting.

This was a disaster.

You prompted yourself to stand back upright, only to see Din still hadn't moved from his spot. Darting to his side, you crouched to your knees and shook his shoulders. "Din," you called, urgency tinging your tone. Lifting your gaze, you watched as the familiar figure of Fennec Shand battled against a group of stormtroopers. You weren't sure where the other cloaked person had gone. "Din, there's... there's a lot of troopers."

Din shifted under your touch, his helmet moving slightly, indicating he stirred awake. Once more, you aided him back up to his feet, supporting his weight for a brief second until he regained full consciousness. "We have to get the kid out of here," Din sighed.

"We can't. I already tried... We can only fight back."

"Okay," Din concurred. "Okay... I'm gonna try to ward them off the best I can. Can you take him back to the Crest when he's done?"

"Yeah," you agreed to the idea. You could hide him within the safety of the ship and return to fight against the stormtroopers. This should be fine... That's not too difficult. "Of course. He'll be fine. Just go help our new... friends."

"Be careful," he whispered gently. "Please."

You nodded in response to that. "I will."

With that, he drew away from you, and you were left waiting for Grogu to—

And he's finished.

"Grogu," you called for him, voice relieved. Slowly, he returned to reality—his eyes fluttering open and the force field dissipating until it vanished entirely from the stone. You turned, shouting for Din to come back. Several times, actually... But he had already traveled too far for him to hear. Plus, there was a deafening shoot-out that prevented him from listening to anything surrounding him. So you decided heading back to the ship was the only solution for now, given that you weren't taking Grogu into the middle of the battle and exposing him to bullets. Instead, you carefully brought the kid into your arms. He still seemed somewhat drowsy, so he was already lulling back to sleep. "Hey, you're okay... I'm gonna take you back to the Crest and you'll be safe there."

Fennec Shand and her companion were assisting Din against the stormtroopers (who were recently reinforced with a couple more ships filled with troopers). It seemed the man happened to be a Mandalorian, and had managed to sneak into the Razor Crest to gain the beskar armor that once belonged to Cobb Vanth. The soldiers seemed to be preoccupied with fighting against them, so you took this as an opportunity to sneak back into the Crest to leave the kid there. So you ran. As briskly as you possibly could, you raced towards the gunship, holding the kid close to you.

For some unknown reason, though, the stormtroopers seemed to be retreating. Any soldier that remained from the fight had all returned to their Imperial ships, as if they had discreetly received an order to retreat... Which was good. What was even better was that as soon as the vessels lifted into the air, the Mandalorian had shot down both of them with the single missile from his jetpack. You had no idea who this guy was... but he was extremely helpful today, along with Shand. It was a wonder that they had arrived the same time the Empire managed to track you down...

A warning irked your mind, urging you to stop in your tracks, a distance away from the gunship. Just because... there was something wrong. This wasn't safe... Something wasn't safe— you didn't know what. Eyes darting around, you searched for Din, for your allies, for stormtroopers that remained, for anything... But there was nothing. All that was in front of you was the Razor Crest...

The ship. Something about the ship was dangerous. There could be—

Hurled backwards, an aggressive outburst of flames knocked you to the ground, forcing the kid out of your arms. A cough scratched your throat, each plume of smoke preventing you from breathing properly.  Hastily, you attempted to recover and stand straight back,  regaining Grogu being your only objective. Along with the fumes slowly fading away, your vision cleared up. Your gaze took in the sight in front of you: ashes blanketing the ground, scarce scraps and metal fragments scattered around, and debris sent flying were dropping back down. The Razor Crest was gone...

Your name was being called, shouted for... A modulated voice reached your ears, distant but urgent nevertheless.

Droids landed a few feet away from you. Four of them, painted a gleaming pitch black that glistened underneath Tython's sunlight, red triangular eyes. With a single motion, one of them snatched Grogu from the dirt below and shot back up into the sky. Without delay, you pushed yourself forward, racing towards the droids and lunging for one of them—then, seconds later, you were airborne. They continued soaring straight up with rockets built into their metal feet. Your cloak swayed vigorously with the wind the more you increased altitude, the ground become more distant with each passing second. In that moment, you couldn't even think about where these droids were taking you guys... They were presumably Imperial, though—and you were not allowing them this chance of taking Grogu.

Blaster drawn again, you fired once, twice, thrice at the nearest droid, a single arm still wrapped around one in order to hold on. The bullets merely ricocheted. Each time, they  hardly left a single dent on their impenetrable metallic armor. The droid you were clinging to had seized your wrist, pulling your arm away as it tried to pry you free from its neck. Desperate, you secured your weapon to your holster with your other hand and attempted to loosen the harsh fingers from your arm. That won't work. Its grip was strengthening, tighter and tighter. A pained growl left your mouth, finding no other option than to grab your lightsaber, activating it and shoving the blade straight through its chest. Sparks ignited, and as you pulled your weapon away from the droid, leaving a cavity through its body, you felt relief from its grasp and hopped onto the next robot before the previous one plummeted down. Exasperation piqued, you launched your lightsaber towards the third droid with all your force, watching as it snapped in half. Outstretching your arm, the Force hauled your weapon back to you, hilt slamming into your palm. 

A whimper reached your ears, and you shifted your head to find Grogu... stretching an arm towards you. The fury reddening your vision faded gradually as you took in his small face, frightened and desperate to return to you. Engulfed by clouds, visibility diminished and all you could see were the droid's vivid red eyes, and the faint outline of its figure as well as Grogu's. Seconds later, when you passed the clouds and your surroundings were clear again, the familiar frame of an Imperial starcruiser came into view up above. The pair of droids were flying yourself and Grogu up there, and quick. The atmosphere was thinning, and each breath you took was becoming more difficult with every passing second.

A missile fired—and you flinched, dodging on reflex and swiftly learning that the droid keeping Grogu was attacking you. You're not supposed to be here. A brief flash flickered in your peripheral vision. The droid you were holding onto had been struck by the projectile, immediately impairing it. Its jets were no longer audible. The glow from its eyes vanished. You felt yourself beginning to plunge down... But you prompted yourself up, climbing onto the droid, feet settling on its shoulders, and you leapt.  Pushed yourself off, extending your hand, stretching out as far as you possibly could to reach the final droid...

You were so close. So close...

Your palm slipped from the droid's foot, and then you were falling.

Falling... and falling... For what felt like an eternity, you were falling—watching as Grogu became more distant, the mist of the clouds immersing you, forcing the kid out of your sight.

It was your job to defend him, and yet you had failed. Again.

You had given them all you could, but you still failed. There was only so much you could do to fight against them without harming Grogu or risking his life in the process...

But you were going to save him. This was only an obstacle. You've defeated Moff Gideon before, and you could do it once more. This time was no different. It was your fault he was taken away, so you were going to ensure he'd return to Din, safely.

When you urged yourself out of your thoughts, panic ensued. You were still plunging to the ground, and yet you hadn't done anything against it. Activating the jets in your calf armor, you tried to stop the abhorrent weightless feeling, wind rushing from below, blowing your cloak upward. The rockets, they were slowing you down... but perhaps too slowly. They were never meant to fly, only slow a deadly drop—but this was too high. You weren't going to be capable of landing without injury, and that was what alarmed you even further... Especially as the ground neared—

Something—or someone—managed to grab you by your shoulders, ultimately preventing you from striking the earth too harshly. There was no time to see who, exactly, it was—because they had set you down and blasted off, without uttering a single word to you. You stumbled a bit with the rushed landing, but you were able to stay on on your feet alright. You could not see much, but the person who helped you was a Mandalorian, just definitely not Din. They were likely Fennec Shand's partner, though.

Returning the lightsaber to your belt, you tried to ignore the fact that your hands were shaking...

You were fine.

Perhaps a bit... shaken up.

You were... shocked. Unable to react. Not a single word left your mouth, or an emotion made its appearance on your face, because you didn't know what to do now. You lost everything—Grogu, the Razor Crest, possibly even all of the belongings you didn't have on hand right now. How were you supposed to rescue the kid and bring him back, if there's no way off this planet?

"Hey," a voice called out for you. Din. Along with Fennec Shand a short distance away from him. Carbon scoring blemished his beskar, which led you to the assumption that he'd been shot multiple times already... Thankfully, he didn't seem injured. He set both his hands on your upper arms, making sure you were alright. "Hey, are you okay?"

It didn't matter if you were okay. What was the matter with him? Grogu was taken away from you guys and he's asking if you're okay.

You shook those thoughts out of your mind. You weren't angry with him, because none of this was his fault. He didn't deserve that. Your temper was trying to find another way to escape, but you couldn't let it affect you now...

"I'm sorry," you muttered underneath your breath.

"Don't be," he whispered back. "You did all you could..."

"They've got the baby!" Fennec Shand's voice reached your ears as she spoke into the commlink in her palm. "Don't let them get away."

"Affirmative..." A masculine voice sounded through the device, which you assumed was the Mandalorian and he was piloting the starship that was blasting into the sky right now, heading straight up for the kid. "I have a lock."

Din didn't seem to like the idea, though. You no longer felt his hands as he dropped them to his sides, and turned to Shand. "Stop him."

"What?" You protested immediately. "Why? He can bring the kid back."

"I don't want the Child hurt," he answered. "We can get him back another way."

"Abort pursuit," Shand commanded. "Disengage. Do not harm the Child."

 "Copy. I'll do a loose follow, see where they're headed."

"We'll get him back, Cyar'ika..." he whispered, only for you to hear. You honestly had no clue how he was staying so calm throughout all of this... "I'll make sure of it."

You hoped that was true.

"They're back," came the voice from the commlink again.

"Who?" Fennec inquired.

"The Empire. They're back."

Moff Gideon had survived and there was no doubt about that, because who else would hunt down Grogu as relentlessly as him? This was something you thought would never occur again. The Moff was supposed to be dead. Grogu was never meant to be taken away from you guys anymore... and yet, here you were: no transport, a lack of weapons, absolutely no backup or support in this whatsoever, and missing kid. The end to this didn't seem to be something obtainable in this moment.

"That can't be. The Outer Rim is under the jurisdiction of the New Republic."

"This isn't a spice dream. I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes... Heading down."

"He's not lying," you spoke up, earning the assassin's attention. The ship was now visible again, emerging from the skies and heading back down to the ground. "I saw it right in front of me as well..." You shifted to face Din. "What are we gonna do now?"

"I guess we'll... look through the Crest's remains. See what's left of it and what we can salvage."

That didn't take you anywhere near Grogu, but at least that was a start. The Razor Crest was gone. There was absolutely nothing you could possibly do to restore it. But one way or another, you and Din would find your ways to the kid. You'd rather die than give up on making sure he was back in someone's safe hands...

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Ok ok. Probably the last of the OC talk I'll do here for now, but I want to kinda gush about some hella self-indulgent OC/Canon stuff of mine because I've been thinking about them for a long time now -

So. Amita and Vegito. They initially befriend one another in a pretty nonchalant way. Amita definitely catches (physical) feelings first, she was attracted to him the instant she first visited his stall at the farmer's market, and continued to keep buying produce from him for over a year before things changed.

Naturally, Vegito eventually found out she has cyclops blood because Amita's guard slipped and her third eye got exposed one occasion, and that really interested him. Because ya know, Tien does exist and all. So he brings up martial arts and ki; all that. Amita tells him she knows what ki is, can use it, and is something of a marital artist. That's more than enough to get him properly interested in her. She's capable of fighting and isn't totally ignorant unlike the majority of Earthlings. Granted, Amita stopped regularly training due to a massive depression hole she fell into for a few years in the past and was out of shape, but Vegito was more than happy to both train her & spar with her. He got familiar with her enough and he actually liked being around her, so he figured "why not".

To not ramble for too long about them; their relationship starts after they've developed a strong understanding of one another, and they each hit a very deep and special note for the other. Both of them are quite reserved and closed off, but Amita's stubborness in wanting Vegito to know that it doesn't matter he's a fusion, he's still a person like her, gets him to gradually open up over time and talk about his insecurities.

Likewise, after learning of her upbringing and related traumas, Vegito echoes the sentiment. Maybe they are both fucked up on the inside for reasons beyond their control, but they can be fucked up together. (And of course, their personalities just. Mix well. Amita's more serious and "responsible" than him but she also a tendency to be blunt and a shit-talker. Vegito knows he can poke fun at her and she not take it personally, with she able to do the same with him. It's a minor thing on a surface level, but looking into it, their dynamic helps the glue between them strengthen. Not to mention how Amita knows how to comfort him when he really needs it, and after becoming more in tune with his own emotions thanks to her compassion creating a space for him to feel "allowed to feel" in a sense, Vegito also learns how to comfort her. I'm sooooft.)

Next, Gogeta and Maya (my 2nd DB OC that I still need to draw). Unlike Amita who's part alien and has connections to her alien heritage, Maya is completely human in virtually every way. Blood, lifestyle, basic understanding of the world, etc etc. She's basically ordinary. Only "special" thing about her is that she developed a more philosophical understanding of life and death, due to her past job of being a EMT. That she had to leave because for the first time she saw someone die with her own eyes, and it heavily fucked with her mental health.

When Gogeta first meets Maya, he naturally assumes she's just like the average Earthling. However, after they encounter each other a few more times, Maya musters up enough confidence to ask him out. It's more so she was really curious of him, and wanted to talk to him a little more. He's thrown off, but figures he could accept. They were just going to a mere cafe to talk; it was no big deal.

…And it wasn't, until he let it slip that he "used to be dead" during the small talk. To his shock though, Maya was fascinated with that statement instead of being scared or disgusted. She even said "well, I'm happy you're alive now" with a genuinely cheerful look. Gogeta was still a little embarassed though, and didn't let much else slip at the time. His own curiosity of her still grew, and is what allowed them to keep meeting up, slowly forming a kind of odd but nice friendship.

The magic of their future relationship stems from this. Maya, despite being an ordinary human, isn't ordinary when it comes to things that Gogeta realizes he can actually talk to her about. She's extremely open-minded, and believes he's an honest person (and he is so the faith isn't misplaced), so she always listens keenly whenever he shares more about himself. He being a Saiyan + a fusion on top of that, that he can use ki and what ki is, that he can even fly - she takes it all in with no grains of salt. Despite how the two of them come from completely different places in life, Maya still sees him as someone like her regardless. He still experiences his own thoughts and feels his own emotions.

Maya is the first person that makes Gogeta feel…real. He still has Chi Chi, Bulma, and their children all in his life of course, but there's a big disconnection between them all because he knows he isn't Goku or Vegeta. Not only that, he keeps to himself so much that he has literally no one else in his life either. In his eyes, there was nothing that actually rooted him to reality. What was he even doing on this planet? Why did he stay? But where would he go or what would he do if he left? Was his own identity even his own? He technically shouldn't exist to begin with.

Maya and the sense of companionship he gets from her is what initially causes him to start thinking differently. She genuinely cares about him FOR him, with no pretenses or ulterior motives attached. What's more is that again, she is just a human who had no prior knowledge or experience with anything supernatural (unlike Chi Chi and Bulma, as points of reference). It blows his mind that the first person he sincerely feels close to is someone like her. Her sense of spirit and unwillingness to turn him away for being ""weird"" or ""wrong"" charms him greatly, as does how she just. Respects him as a fellow living being. Maya becomes even more charmed herself, because of the sweet, benevolent nature Gogeta truly has underneath the walls he keeps up. He comes off as being indifferent, even cold, but he's not for the people he grows to care for. The mutual attraction they develop for one another grows and lets the pieces fall in place.

(To bring this up for them as well; Maya and Gogeta's personalities definitely have the "opposites attract" vibe going. Gogeta is like "someone will die" and Maya is "of fun!" in that one meme. They're cute af.)

#ooc. #/ shoutout to anyone who actually reads all this. i hope my gushing made at least a lil sense \ #/ but im very soft for these ships real personal to me. i'll eventually draw more art of & write fics of them \ #/ because i can. who gonna stop me. \

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

“ Fate in your hands, While you're waitin' for me”

Summary: You always wanted to do the greater good. Help the city that was far too gone to be saved. Bruce and Selina told you this would only put you in danger, and you didn’t listen. What are they suppose to do when Penguin captures you after you seized a large cargo of his drugs?

(Somewhat Spoilers for The Batman)

Warning 18+: Angts, violence, Penguin being a heartless a-hole, death, torture, pet names, mention of sex with both Bruce and Selina

Part Two

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DNI IF YOU’RE A MINOR!!

Life as a detective was all that you had needed in your life. You were happy with the job, as well as tormented by it from Gotham that was a hell hole. A true and harsh reality that the city had been left behind a long time ago. Only very few people willing to take their time and pick up the pieces. And you were one of those people.

It had been your home since you were a child. Growing up in the slums of the city where one wrong turn could result to you getting killed. But you stayed on your toes and stayed alive. Going to school, minding your business and working towards the role that could change this city for the better.

So, years after getting the job, it only seemed like fate for you to encounter the Batman. The man who silenced a room with his mere presence. His silence having always put you on edge when you tried to do your job. Yelping on many occasions when he would be standing over you, looking at a piece of evidence you inspected.

“No wonder why people can’t help but feel on edge with you around,” You had told him. “Creeping on people doesn’t exactly give you the best image.”

And he could only stare at you. That hollow (from what you guessed) stare that pierced your eyes like a knife. Delving into your fears and able to pull them out with his gaze. “I hope I give you the best impression.”

That had been the first sentence he ever said to you. And it only seemed to unravel from there as he appeared by your side more often. Urging Gordon to bring you on the cases they worked together. Who was to deny the Batman?

You two worked together for months. Solving cases, capturing murderers, and criminal figures that tore Gotham apart on a daily basis. It was safe to say that a connection would inevitably form. A bond that would interweave with one another and creating a knot so strong, that you would uncover the truth of the Batman.

“I’m sorry Detective, but he’s-” Alfred tried to say, but you grabbed a paper from your pocket and held it up for him.

“Don’t need to worry.” He took the paper and looked it over with knitted brows. “I’m here to search. You can take it up with Gordon if there’s a problem, but I would like to talk to Bruce. If he isn’t here, I’ll search this whole damn tower if I have to find the truth.”

It had been your persistence that intrigued Alfred who could tell in your eyes you uncovered Bruce’s truth. And it hadn’t been his fault Bruce was found out, so he pointed you in the direction of the old subway system under the tower. The door at the far corner of the garage that led downwards.

That had been where you found Bruce and where he confessed his feelings.

“I care about you,” Bruce muttered. “I don’t care about what happens to me, but I can’t let you get hurt because of me.”

Okay, well, he didn’t exactly confess them, but you could understand him. Able to see that he wasn’t good with these types of things; talking about his feelings. You couldn’t blame him and made it very easy for him to understand by pushing him against a nearby table and kissing him.

It’d been a long night as he had you laying on the front of his Batmobile. Towering over you with his hips slamming into yours as you mewled and moaned. Nails digging into his scared flesh as you remained in cloud-nine. Feeling him inside you, reworking your body to his liking, fucking you ‘till you were a sweating and sensitive mess.

Things just seemed to fall into place from there. You two didn’t make it official, but you were committed to one another. It had been everything you wanted as it didn’t change much of either of your lives. Some night you would visit the Wayne Tower, work on paper work from Gordon and wait for Bruce to get back. When he did, you both slept for a few hours before having to depart for the rest of the day.

And it seemed like fate for you two to be together more when the Riddler started tearing apart the corporate ladder. And it seemed just as fateful for you two to run into Selina Kyle, also known as, Catwoman. A methodical and seductive burglar that shook yours and Bruce’s world the moment you met.

She was able to quickly piece together the relationship between you and Batman. But that didn’t stop her from moving in on you two. Working her way into your guys' relationship. And surprisingly, you had been the one to tell Bruce to include her. Who was Bruce to deny his favorite girl?

“Why didn’t you send little mouse with me?” Selina spat. “At least I would be enjoying this.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the burglar’s words. “Selina, we just need you to talk to the D.E.A. agents a little longer,” you told her. “Can you please do that, for me?”

Bruce glanced between the screen that displayed Selina and you, a smirk forming on his lips as Selina chuckled. “For you, baby?” She asked. “I would do anything.”

The three of you saved Gotham from Riddler’s scheme at the Arena and save countless lives. It had been the first time in a while when you felt like Gotham had a chance to breathe once more. Maybe not for long, but long enough that it gave you, Bruce, and Selina a chance to enjoy the silence of a little while longer.

“Look at me, little mouse,” Selina’s silk voice called. Lifting your head to find your girlfriend laid out on the bed in front of you, bare of her suit and watching you with a grin. Bruce was behind you, pounding into you mercilessly as if his life depended on it.

Selina leaned forward, dragging her index finger along the edge of your jaw. A grin on her lips as she watched your face contort in pleasure. “Go easy on her, Bats,” she teased. “You might fuck her dumb.”

You whined, leaning forward in an attempt to kiss her. But Bruce grabbed a hold of your shoulder, bring you back to him, while slamming himself into you. It was hard to tell if you screamed or if it was just your thoughts, but you felt your arms give out from under you. Hearing that soft laugh from Selina as she stroked your hair.

Her hand glided downwards until it found your sensitive nipples. Twisting and pulling gently, biting her bottom lip at the whines slipping out of you. “Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered. “The night’s young and I fully intend on using it to my full advantage.”

Life couldn’t be any better for you. You had two people that loved you profusely. Treated you like a million bucks and made you feel the same. They loved you and you loved them.

But your lives carried on as Gotham’s crime never stopped for anyone.

And that was how you came in on one of Penguin’s cargo. Able to seize it and get it all confiscated, marking it to be the biggest drug bust in history. Better than the one on Falcone and Gordon was there to promote you. Things were fantastic and you were proud of what you were able to do. But you should’ve listened to Bruce’s warnings, “They’re going to hit back if you do this.”

“Wake up, Detective.” You groaned, body lulled forward as a stream of blood leaked from between your lips.

You cried when a hand grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head up. Blinking tiredly, you saw Oswald stood in front of you with a bat in his hand. It’s metal structure bloody from the onslaught of beatings he’d performed on you.

The man tilted his head as you let out horsed breaths. Chest feeling like it had caved in from the amount of hits from the metal bat. You blinked heavily, smacking your lips as drool pooled from your lips.

“I gave you your chance to back off, Detective,” Oswald told you. “I even moved my shipping routes across the city to not bother you and the rest of the GCPD. But you still had to mess with my operation.”

“It’s not that I cared about your operation, Penguin,” you replied. A smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you laughed. “I just wanted to see your tiny legs stomp around in frustration, bitch.”

Another swing of the bat had you crying. Your shins were shattered and your hands were cut to pieces. Now, you were sure your ribcage was broken in 8 different spots. But you somehow stayed awake, not willing to give Oswald the satisfaction of watching you beg for mercy. No. That would be the last thing you ever gifted him.

The beatings carried on longer and longer you could handle. Leaving you a sobbing and trembling mess. You were broken down to a single atom and Oswald laughed at that fact. Continuing to destroy your very being up until the last moment of your consciousness.

Bruce on the other hand, had received your emergency signal. And now, he was racing through the streets of Gotham with Selina anxiously sitting in the passenger seat.

Bruce could only feel the uncontrollable fear that flowed through his body. Was she okay? Who captured her? He didn’t know any of the answers to the questions running through his head. Only knowing that he and Selina needed to save you.

You groaned, eyes barely able to open from the swelling. But you had managed to realize that Oswald was gone, along with his goons. Leaving you in a rusty metal chair that had restrained your arms behind your back and ankles to the legs of the chair.

With a focused effort, you rocked the chair side to side. Just enough to have you falling over to your side. Crying out in pain as you pulled your ankles back towards the bottom of the seat. Gritting your teeth until the tape snapped and freed you. From there, you pushed the chair away and shakily got your feet.

Each step was stuttered with a limp. You let out pants, pain prickly across your body like pins and needles stabbing into you. Once you reached the warehouse doors, you turned around and awkwardly tried to tug it open.

“No, no, no,” you muttered, finding the door to not budge. “Please, don’t do this.”

But your attention was drawn to a beeping. Your swollen eyes carried across the room, searching and searching until you saw the blinking red from a bomb. It slowly counted down from 5 seconds.

5

When they arrived at the junkyard, they found it to be silent. Nothing could be heard besides the rain pelt down on the pair. Feet splashing in the puddles slowly building each moment that passed.

4

They sprinted in the direction of the warehouse. “Baby!” Selina called out in a panic.

3

You slid down to the ground, head lulling back to rest against the door. Lips slightly curling into a smile.

2

Bruce was getting closer, he was so damn close. He would hold you in his arms, you would be fine. Everything would be fine.

1

You closed your eyes.

BOOM!

Both Bruce and Selina were sent flying back from the fiery blaze that erupted from the warehouse. The sheer force sent Bruce back, flying through the air and landing on the windshield of his car. Only able to watch as the scorched earth blossomed brighter and brighter.

“Baby...” Bruce turned his head to find Selina hastily getting to her feet. “Baby! Baby!”

She couldn’t get any closer as arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. Holding her close as his eyes focused on the flames. A rage, one that was unbridled, formed around Selina’s heart. It compelling itself to her bloodstream and mind as that is where they could take control.

I’ll kill him, little mouse. I’ll kill them all.

a/n: Alright, first time writing on here and I hope you all enjoyed.

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MC Almost Gets Abducted by a Flying Demon

Hello~

You ever just have an idea that occupies your head and won’t go away until you write it? Yeah this was one of those.

You’re out with your favorite demon brother and some demon thinks it would be a good idea to try to take you away.

Warning for angst, injuries and kidnapping attempts.

Belphegor

The day had passed without event. Belphie and you were relaxing under a tree in the park.

You offered to go buy some drinks. 

Although he was clearly comfortable, he offered to get the drinks instead.

You smiled as you watched him push himself up and trudged to the closest store. Who said he was selfish?

A few leaves had fallen on the blanket while you had been watching Belphie. You brushed them off.

As you waited for his return a couple more leaves fell. Annoyed, you brushed them off and looked up at the tree.

You were not expecting to make eye contact with a demon in the branches that was already watching you.

Before your mind could make a connection, the demon swooped down and grabbed your arm and leg.

“Belphegor!” You hollered as you clung to the branch with your free arm. The demon was strong and it felt like you would either lose your grip or be torn in half if this kept up any longer.

Belphie was back in a flash, he was already in his demon form.

He was looking between you and the demon trying to figure out what he can do when your grip on the branch faltered.

His tail shot out and grabbed your arm. The barbs bit at your skin but the tuft of soft hair at the end of his tail rested gently against your face reassuring as he moved you towards him.

Once close enough, Belphie grabbed your hand and arm and removed his tail.

The demon looked back to see what was happening and why they couldn’t make their escape. They locked eyes with Belphie’s glare and immediately dropped you to run.

Luckily you were closer to the ground now and fell onto the blanket, your arm still in Belphie’s grasp.

You tried to take a few deep breaths but when you looked up at Belphie, you just broke.

He sat down in front of you and hugged you to his body as your cries were released. Belphie whispered, “I’m sorry MC.”

He felt guilty having left you alone and then further hurting you with the spikes on his tail. The places that the demon had been pulling on you were already blooming into bruises. It reminded him of the time in the attic and his emotions are spiraling. 

When he pulls away slightly to double check your injuries, you see his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill at any second but he was putting on a brave face for you. You tried to do the same in the moment, for him.

Beelzebub

The two of you had been walking down the street when an ice cream stand caught his attention.

You sat on the nearby bench waiting for him to return.

He was on the way back to you, his ice cream already finished and he was eyeing yours, maybe just a lick?

That is until he heard your scream. He dropped the ice cream to run back to where he left you.

You weren’t on the bench and his heart dropped into his stomach as he looked around. 

You saw him from the air and howled, “Beel!!”

He instantly looked up and found you. Beel ran through the streets transforming into his demon form until he was underneath you and the demon. With a powerful jump, he was flying straight up towards you.

The demon was surprised at the speed that Beel was approaching. In a desperate attempt to leave with their life, the demon threw you to the side and escaped the other way.

You screamed as you started plummeting towards the ground.

Beel was fast and caught you before you could fall far.

You gripped at his clothes as tightly as you could, with hiccupping sobs you whispered his name over and over, “Beel, Beel.”

He hugged you into his body firmly, “I’ve got you,” he assured as you two lowered to the ground, his wings buffering the descent.

Once on the pavement, he placed you back on your feet gently and only pried you away to assess injuries. “Are you ok? Where does it hurt?”

You rubbed your eyes and face, trying to regain composure to answer but the sensation of Beel pushing you away hurt and made you feel worse.

He promptly pulled you back into a hug, noting your crying was worse than when he held you.

“I want to go home,” you finally requested.

Beel nodded and picked you up to carry you back to the House of Lamentation.

Asmodeus

Asmo was surrounded by a group of his fans.

These encounters usually didn’t take long. They would snap a few pictures, he might sign something he collaborated on, a few more pictures or videos and they would be on their way.

This was one of the times where you weren’t included, sometimes being a human was interesting enough to warrant a picture but today’s group only wanted Asmo’s attention.

This was pretty common so you didn’t mind stepping aside and waiting while he did his thing. You were secure enough to know he’d come back to you once he appeased his fans.

With the free moment, you took out your D.D.D. to check the time. 

You two were still ahead of schedule so another moment for the fans wouldn’t be an issue.

That is until your snatched into the air. You dropped your D.D.D. in surprise and screamed.

Asmo was looking for you and spotted your form struggling in the air.

He was angry and the fans backed up a few steps when he changed into his demon form.

One bold fan tried to hold him in place for a quick picture and he brushed them off.

His attention was completely on you and he jumped into pursuit.

His wings were out of practice but he still gained on the demon.

You cried out for him and he tried to offer you a reassuring smile that you would be safe soon.

The demon looked over its shoulder at Asmo’s chase and when their eyes met, Asmo began charming them. “Release MC~”

The demon slowed and started letting you go.

Asmo swooped in and caught you as the demon completely removed its talons from your clothes.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Asmo began soothing as he flew as far away as he could.

“Asmo,” you whimpered into his neck.

“I know MC, I’m so sorry, that must have been really scary.”

He held you close all the way home and for a long time after.

Satan

You had been enjoying your time with Satan at an outdoor cafe.

He went inside briefly to get refills. As he was reminding the barista what you each had, he heard a commotion, broken glassware and chairs scuffing the ground, “another fight?” a tired employee asked.

Then you screamed Satan’s name. His breath stopped as he pushed people out of his way to get back outside.

Your table was on its side and you were fighting the demon that was dragging you along by your hair and an arm.

You happened to look back and found Satan. “Help!”

You didn’t have to ask, he turned to his demon form in a fiery flash. Most other demons vacated, no one wanted to stick around the warpath of Wrath incarnate.

His tail whipped the demon’s leg holding your hair. The demon screeched and released its hold.

The release was enough for you to throw your weight away from the demon, that and another whip of Satan’s tail had you freed.

You stumbled towards Satan and he caught you.

“You’re hurt!” he observed, scandalized and new rage bubbling. If you didn’t need medical attention, he’d be hunting the demon.

You were shaken. Your trembling hand went to the scratches and punctures on your arm and shoulder. Although it came away bloody, you didn’t yet feel the pain, “huh.”

“MC?” Satan asked, now worried about your lack of response. He started smoothing your hair while searching your eyes.

“Hm?” You responded but your eyes were glazed over, not really seeing him.

“You’re in shock,” Satan determined, “Let’s go home, ok?” He took your hand on the less affected side and began leading you.

“Ok,” you repeated.

About halfway home it started to hit you. Your legs got heavy, the pain in your shoulder and arm started throbbing, and tears threatened to escape your eyes.

When you began slowing, Satan turned to check on you. Your watery eyes and uneven breathing were dead giveaways your shock had worn off. “Come here,” he pulled you into his arms.

“Satan,” you whined, him being sweet was pushing you over the edge.

“I know,” He adjusted his grip and you realized he was getting ready to carry you so you jumped slightly to wrap your legs around him. “I was so scared,” Satan admitted, “I can’t even imagine how you felt.”

With his confession of being afraid, you broke down into a hard cry.

He held you tightly as he carried you the rest of the way home.

Leviathan

Levi had ducked into a store to check if they had the new release of a game. You stayed outside sipping your beverage and scrolling through your D.D.D.

You hadn’t even seen the demon until it had you in its grasp.

“Levi!” you yelled. Would he even hear you from inside the shop? “Leviiii!” You poured everything you had into your next, “Leviathan!!”

He rushed out from the store looking around for you in a panic.

“Over here!” you cried. You tried to undo the claws holding onto you.

The demon wasn’t flying very high, maybe to keep a low profile.

Levi ran through the crowd, gaining ground on you and the demon. He was already in his demon form and his eyes never left you.

As soon as he was in range, his tail extended and wrapped around the demon’s ankle holding it in place.

The demon struggled for a minute but decided you were not worth the head-on fight with one of the rulers of the realm.

The demon dropped you and you fell the short distance to the pavement, your legs weren’t ready and you collapsed.

Levi was in front of you in a second. You looked up to see he was flustered, angry, and searching you for injuries.

Your shoulders throbbed and your ankles and knees beat in the same rhythm but that wasn’t why you were crying. No, you were crying because, for maybe the first time in the Devildom, you were scared.

Levi wasn’t sure what to say but he couldn’t stand by and watch you cry. He crouched down and held you for a moment before picking you up off the floor.

You wrapped your hands around his neck seeking comfort in his familiar presence.

Your sobs quieted as he walked you two home. When the roaring in your ears died down, you could hear he was talking, maybe rambling. 

You still weren’t in a mental place to make sense of what he was saying but you could tell his words were filled with love trying to distract you.

Mammon

It was flea market day, which meant the two of you were browsing the selection.

Mammon was fond of the flea market because, “Ya never know what you’ll find and one demon’s trash is another’s treasure.”

The stalls lined the street and Mammon flitted from side to side checking out the vendors.

He was totally in his element, bargaining prices and sifting through piles of goods.

You mainly walked along the middle path, maybe following Mammon up to a vendor if something caught your eye. Right now you were at a separate stall but still close by.

Unfortunately not close enough when a demon decided you were the prize of the flea market.

They swooped down and picked you up into the air by your waist.

The pressure made it hard to take a big gulp of air so your call to Mammon was too weak to hear over the crowd.

You tried to pour all your magic ability into your pact with Mammon to alert him.

It worked! Mammon was in the middle of the street looking around for you.

You tried yelling again, “Mammon!”

He looked up and locked on to you.

You never saw him turn into his demon form so fast. He was airborne in the next second.

The demon grunted when he realized he was being followed. They looked down to see it was Mammon.

When they made eye contact, Mammon growled loud enough, even from a distance, to show how angry he was.

The demon must have decided you weren’t worth the hassle and dropped you.

Finally able to yell at full capacity you wailed for Mammon. You landed in his arms.

“I got you,” he comforted as he watched the demon fly away. He wouldn’t let this go, no one steals his treasure.

At the sound of your crying, Mammon looked down at you holding onto his collar and hiding your face in his neck.

“I’ve got you MC,” he reminded, softer this time. He shifted you so you could properly hug him as he started towards home.

Lucifer

He looked away for only a second when someone called out to him. His grip on you loosened and then he let go as he dealt with the person who had drawn his attention.

It was long enough for the demon to swoop in overhead.

The shock took over at first and you were frozen as the demon’s talons clawed at your shoulders.

When you regained some semblance of recognition, you called “L-Luci-” but the demon wrapped its tail around your mouth to silence you.

You tried to get the tail off to try calling again when you caught his face in the crowd, slowly getting further away.

He saw you hold a hand out for him with the other still desperately trying to pull at the tail from around your head.

Lucifer quickly transformed into his demon form and jumped into the air.

The demon was quick, dodging between other flyers, and through architecture, they clearly had planned their escape to some degree.

The demon had not planned on how fast Lucifer was in the sky. He doesn’t usually fly around to get from one place to another but he had centuries of flight experience under his belt.

He was close, maybe five feet away. He could hear your muffled cries and could see the tears staining your face.

The rage and hurt you found on his face was unlike anything you had seen on his features.

Lucifer had caught up without the demon realizing, you gripped at his arms as he silently gauged how he could free you. 

When you started crying harder, he opted for the straightforward answer, he wrapped an arm around your waist and grabbed the tail that was wrapped around your head. The flesh under his hand sizzled and the demon yelped. Instantly, the tail unwrapped your head and the talons released you.

“Lucifer!” You cried as he adjusted his hold on you, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Shh,” Lucifer tried to calm you and his rage, it wasn’t directed at you but it must have left a bad taste for you to apologize. “It’s not your fault.”

“I, I,” but you couldn’t finish the sentence before breaking down once more.

Lucifer felt the tears fall on his neck and shoulder and it hurt as if his own heart was breaking.

He started towards the House of Lamentation silently. He couldn’t think of anything to soothe so he rubbed your back as he supported you in the air.

Once you had calmed enough to find your voice, you asked, “Can we go home?”

“Of course,” Lucifer smiled softly. His heart warmed to hear anything but your crying but especially that you thought of the HOL as home. “We’re almost there.”

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request for your event? you being klee's older sibling and having to look after her, but when no one's around you're just as mischievous as her :))

It is time to give love to the cutest child in the game, the chaos incarnate herself skdbslbwka I always love these types of scenarios, and with a lot of material available, I went haywire sksksks

Geronimo!

Snippets of angst here and there, but Klee always makes things better! (masterlist)

Responsible, reliable, strong.

Strength seems to run in your family, as well the familiarity with the element of Pyro. Ever since your mother Alice left to venture into the world after the appearance of Albedo, things had been busier and tiring on your end.

You had to fend for you and Klee outside of the little pension the Knights provide. Unlike Klee and Alice, you were no Knight of Favonius, just a normal citizen that does commissions for the Adventurer's Guild while delving into whatever your heart desires. Because of your lack of connection, most of the income you get are from your own work and the bits of mora your mother has left in your care. Your Spark Knight little sister is well in the hands of the Knights, all accommodation handled by them.

A lot of the Knights and even citizens are quite fond of her anyways, and so in multiple care she's not neglected the slightest.

Your mind is at ease knowing that your sister is enjoying a comfortable life while you deal with the loss of a parental figure in silence.

One night as you slip in next to your little sister in her room within the headquarters, the room your mother had occupied before she left, Klee begged you in her half-conscious state to spend the day with her tomorrow even if just for the afternoon. Klee was no spoiled child, she barely asks for anything nor forces others to do her bidding, and this desperation of hers had you crumble as you agreed.

That night you felt more tired than usual. Questioning to yourself, 'have you been neglecting the last family you had?'

Jean felt more than relief when she heard that you'd taking Klee under your care for the day, offering your deepest apologies and gratitude for continuing to look after her in your place. But as Jean waves you two goodbye, she was naive to the chaos she had allowed to come together.

Instead of skipping commissions like you had planned, under the coaxing of your sister, you ended up doing them with her. "It would be fun, Klee will be good and help out too!" And she did, especially when it comes to disposing the creatures around the city.

You watched a Hilichurl fly up from a huge explosion, body spread out as it disappears behind a line of trees in the background. When you looked back down after the smoke disperses, there's a huge crater in the middle of the Hilichurl camp and many unconscious Hilichurls in general.

"Let me try it too!" "Yeeey, go, big sibling!" Picking up one of her smaller bombs she'd laid out on the ground for easy access, you pulled out your bow and hanged the bomb by its head with a piece of string.

"Do a spin, a 360!" "Whatever my sister wants," you started as you started shifting your body in a turn, arrow and string pulled back and ready for release, "Sheeee gets!" When you saw the familiar view of the camp, you angled your shot slightly upwards and released, arrow piercing through the air before immediately turning downward with the weight of the bomb.

You two looked over the cliff to watch the fire show below, arm wrapped around her form to make sure she doesn't fall, as the supposed tiny bomb produced a huge mushroom cloud that sent a gale of black smoke up to where you two watched.

"That was so cool!" "So cool!" You gave your sister a high five, both of your hair disheveled from the force with ashes littered all over your body.

Gliding down the cliff, you didn't give the charred camp much attention as you two sped past to your next commission.

Once you'd went with her to a faraway river when she said she wanted some fish toast. Not wanting her to use her bomb and cause some kind of fish extinction in Mondstadt, you eagerly jumped in the pond after discarding some of your important items and outer clothing, an arrow in hand as you chased and stab the bigger fish.

"Wah, big sis/bro! Behind you! A green scary fish is about to bite you!" "A what now?!"

After you turned, you've ended up wrestling against the jaws of a giant crocodile that strayed into the stream. It took a few minutes before Klee finally stepped in with her Pyro catalyst.

You swimmed a little more to wash away the ashes, cleaning up your sister's face with a wet cloth too from the earlier Hilichurl extermination.

You're not as popular or in the limelight as your sister, many Mondstadtians only ever know you as a simple citizens who deals with commissions, and so very few (select few knights too) know of your connections with the Spark Knight.

When Klee isn't rambling about her bombs, confinement or Albedo, she likes to brag about you. The best and hardworking family, always responsible and witty that you manage to get away with anything. She proudly announces she wants to be as smart as you too, both clauses somehow sending worry to the Knights in fear of Klee and whatever you're capable of.

Despite your respectful smiles and composed appearance, your energy and genius stems from your unhinged mother. The best and worst part about it tho, is that you don't need to report to any higher ups about your experimentations and findings.

"If we lure in a Cryo slime here," you said with a gesture to the net set up by the catapult, "this catapult would sling it over to the field fire the whopperflower made!"

"Do you get it?" "Yes, yes! Klee will deliver a nice and big Cryo slime!" You watched as she took off with that cute run of hers, and not even a minute passes that she comes running back over the slope-

"That's one- two, three, four- five?! KLEE WE ONLY NEEDED ONE SLIME- AHHHHH!"

An adult and a baby Cryo slime got caught in the net which immediately triggered the catapult's mechanism. In the distance you watched them bounce off the flames, also effectively crushing the flower itself under their weight.

Leaving you two to deal with remaining slimes, which was easy with your precise shots and Klee's destructive power. You two escaped death with a few bruises from the bouncing abominations, your catapult broken amidst the encounter.

"(Y/N) is the best big sibling I could ever have! So fun to play with especially! Even if Klee misses them a lot, Klee knows that they're doing it for the best!" Kaeya and Jean awed at the way Klee speaks so fondly of you after getting cleaned up for rest, while you showered during this time in her room's bath. "Klee wants to be as cool as them!"

"What's this?" You emerged from the doorway with a towel around your shoulder, your appearance causing your little sister to jump down from Kaeya's arms to run into yours. "You little mischief, sneaking out of the room to disturb the Acting Grand Master and the Captain!"

"I wanted to talk to them about how fun and cool you are!" Klee giggled when you booped noses, the two older figures in the room chuckling fondly at the sweet scene.

"Perhaps you could look into joining our ranks? There's always a room for you in the Knights, someone as reliable as you would be helpful in protecting Mondstadt," Jean's smile echoes through her words of offer as she looks at you inquisitively, making you gulp at the idea.

You wanted to refuse, for many, many reasons really. But Klee's bright, wide eyes at the thought of finally being in the same place as you for possibly 24/7, tells you you couldn't really refuse.

It was only three months after being a knight that Jean finally realized the deep and ashen crater by Starsnatch Cliff was created by you and Klee's combined efforts. She stares warily as she sees your form pass by the cracked open door to her office, Klee towed behind you as you walk hand in hand with big smiles.

Mondstadt's walls shook that day.

Klee is actually my little sister's favorite character in Genshin. I was tempted to merge this with another ask, but no, I must hold myself.

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