#Amber the Fennec | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hedwig221b · 2 months ago

Note

Do you have any Sterek fic recs where Stiles either is stuck as or can transform into an animal? And choosing Derek as his “person”?

(My favourite would be a Stiles as a cat but there are so many animals with awesome potential)

Hi! I found these ones

the amber of the moment by redhoodedwolf

Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

The Undisclosed by Taila_Tai

For once the pack doesn't panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted…

Little pitchers have big ears! by wanderseeing

When Scott asked him last night if Stiles could stay at Derek’s house while the rest of the pack went off to find the feral werefox that bit his best friend, Derek took one look at the tiny animal cradled in Scott’s arms and thought: ‘That’s cute.’ And then, because he’s a moron, he also opened his mouth and said: “Okay.” AKA I spent too much time watching videos of fennec foxes on youtube and I just had to make write a fic about it. Sterek is there, but only if you tilt you head at a 45-degree angle and squint really hard.

Adventures in Kitten Therapy by InkyWings

When life in Beacon Hills gets you down, what you really need is some kitten therapy. The question is who needs it more, Derek or Stiles? Stiles gets turned into a kitten, lost and scared he winds up at Derek Hale's loft. Derek's not used to kittens appealing to him for help, but he can't help but find this one kinda cute…

Shifted by LLAP115, Wolfspurr

Of all the stupid things he’s ever done, Stiles is pretty sure this one takes the record, but it’s like a reflex that he just can’t stop. As soon as he sees the witch turn to face Derek, hand raised in Derek’s direction, he just jumps. There’s no thought process. No planning. Just an instinctual reaction that possibly reveals more about Stiles than he’s really willing to reflect on right now. The clearing echoes with a crash of noise and a blinding flash of white light. For a moment it seems as though the witch has called lightning from the sky, and Stiles only has a moment to realize that this is how he dies.

Only You Can Calm Me Down by AMatchInWater

Stiles turns into a fox after the Nogitsune leaves him and he thinks that Derek is his Alpha and not Scott. With Derek having left for South America with Cora, Stiles feels separated from not only his pack but his mate and goes feral. Of course Derek immediately comes back when the sheriff calls him and demands he come fix Stiles. It isn't until he's back in Beacon Hills that he sees just what he needs to fix.

At Home Under the Moon bywanderingeyre

There is no doubt in Derek’s mind that this fox is alone, in trouble, and needs to come home with them, with him. Derek takes a risk and lets his wolf go, calling his human side forward as he shifts. The fox barks in alarm and scrambles back to the bushes. Derek kneels and holds his hands out palm up. Derek pushes power into the next words and lets his eyes go red. “I promise. You’re safe. No one will hurt you.”

I'm Grumpy, He's Derpy by LordHarmony

The cat jumps onto the back of the couch, carefully making it’s way towards Derek, only to lose it’s footing halfway across and tumble with an undignified yowl back to the floor. Oh god, Derek thinks. It’s one of those cats.

To Me, You're Purrfect by Beautiful_noise

The original prompt idea was by captain-snark and went like this: "There are many a fic where Derek is unknowingly stuck in his wolf form and taken care of by Stiles but i really want fic where stiles accidentally turns himself into a cat and goes to Derek cos he thinks Derek might recognize him..being a wolf and all. Except, Derek does not. But also Derek is a secret cat person. And tells Stiles he’s gorgeous as he pets him, because Stiles would be a totally gorgeous cat. All lean with big paws and huge amber eyes and a fuzzy white tummy." And that's basically what this is.

He Must Be Out of Food by lipah

Stiles gets turned into a normal house cat by a witch and Derek takes care of him until they can fix it.

Cat-astrophe (Not really) by x_Lazart_x

When Stiles accidentally gets turned into a cat, he didn't expect to get stuck staying with Derek. He certainly didn't think he would end up enjoying it. Let alone missing the alpha when he was human again.

Finding Home by MadMim, Renmackree

When Stiles is kidnapped by witches, the pack is able to find the dead witches but no Stiles. The pack want to grieve and move on but Derek and John can’t stop looking until Stiles is found. All their search yields in a small fox. A fox who Derek can’t help bonding with, that only helps bring him and John closer. But the Stiles shape hole still haunts them both.

Consequences Of Fighting Witches by MichelleDWinchester

Stiles was well used to things that go bump in the night, I mean come on he lived in Beacon Hills after all. So when a Witch comes to town and starts causing mayhem, Stiles charges in no holds barred as per usual with no regard for his own safety. This time however there will be consequences for such bravery that will impact not just him but the entire Pack too. Stiles will soon be forced to re-examine his perspective following a climatic night that will change his life forever.

273 notes · View notes

meinkatzchen · 1 month ago

Note

do you think a wolf/fox beastkin mix could happen? if so, how do you think theyd work? im trying to make an oc lol …

I was asked a few questions about beastkin headcanons and I'll try to answer a few here!

I may be wrong, as I didn't quite understand the question.

If you mean the existence of a hybrid, a cross between a wolf and a fox, then I had headcanons for the birth of a baby from two beastkins of different species: they do not give birth to hybrids, the child is born with the appearance of one of the parents, but in their appearance they can have both the features of the mother and the father (for example, if the father was a wolf-beastkin with black hair and yellow eyes, and the mother was a fox-beastkin with red hair and amber eyes, then the baby can be born as a fox with black hair and amber eyes or a wolf with red hair and amber eyes).

If I understood you correctly, then I can recommend the red wolf or maned wolf species! They seem to combine the appearance of a wolf and a fox at the same time!

Oh, birds! This is going to be very interesting, I've never thought about bird-beastkins before! Some traits may depend on the species, after all, some owl species have significant differences, but I have some that can unite all, without individual differences.

The first thing that came to my mind is that they have feathers in their hair or "feather ears" (which have to be hidden with magic) and instead of hair/fur on the body, they have light body fluff, very soft and delicate, such as what birds can have under their wings. The growth of their fluff is observed on the outside of the arms, on the legs, on the chest, in armpits, on the lower abdomen, on the lower back and on the shoulder blades. They also have a beautiful feathered tail!

Many owls have a spotted coloring, this is reflected on the body of the owl-beastkins in the form of birthmarks or moles, and their hair may also have strands that stand out in color, for example, too dark when the hair is light, which can look like an interesting hair coloring.

I don't think that owls-beastkins have the ability to turn their heads around their axis, but they definitely have a wider field of peripheral vision.

Some have a modest and quiet character, some are very artistic and noisy, and some can be both, having a labile emotional background, but none of them have a hot-tempered or aggressive character.

Despite their peaceful nature, they remain predators with a dangerous weapon - sharp claw-like nails on their hands.

Their smooth body movements are mixed with sharp and angular ones, which resemble the fast movements of birds.

It always seemed to me that it is the owls who can make the creepiest smile, without even suspecting that it can scare others.

They have expressive speech, voice modulation, which makes them excellent speakers.

I omitted such headcanons as good vision in the dark, good hearing, love of meat and others, because many beastkin have this and I do not want to focus on it constantly, sorry!

AAAAhhhh I love fennecs and coyotes! Yesss, I have some headcanons ♥

Headcanons for fennecs:

Love of hot climates, endurance at elevated temperatures (their big ears just help them cope with the heat), love to sunbathe, they can go a long time without water (relevant for Derek's route LOL).

These beastkins are short in stature and they have cool big ears and fluffy tails :3

Fennec-beastkins are very social, very talkative, very emotional, playful and irrepressibly active. 100% extroverts, among which there are both cowardly by nature beastkins, and a little aggressive (but in fact, they are not very good fighters).

Strong family ties: usually, they live in large families, in a house that is always noisy and full of life. Older brothers and sisters always look after the younger ones, and parents are ready to tear anyone apart for their little ones. It is rare to find a fennec-beastkin who would be a complete loner, they are characterized by increased care for their relatives and loved ones.

In fact, they are ready to eat everything and eat a lot. They have a fast metabolism, increased appetite.

They are very scrupulous about the cleanliness of the environment.

Headcanons for coyotes:

They are usually of average height, have a physique somewhere between asthenic and normosthenic, sharp fangs and a colder character, which implies a dislike of cooperation with anyone, but a love of freedom and solitude. Cunning and smart, often cautious, but curious. 100% ambiverts.

However, if they find people who are truly dear to them, they remain loyal friends and lovers. They can be difficult in character for other people, but they take relationships with their loved ones very seriously, with warmth, understanding and care. And if for some reason their paths diverge, then the coyote-beastkins never forget those they cherished and loved.

I would say that they are not at all squeamish, they can take on any job, especially one that pays well and if the coyote-beastkin can find some other benefit for himself. They can also take on some strange work out of boredom, as if trying to see how it will all end.

Hardy and fast. When bored, they can become playful in a more violent sense, but still, more often than not, they will try to avoid possible fights by solving problems diplomatically.

#ask

58 notes · View notes

writerandbaka · 4 months ago

Text

The jackal and the witch AU ～ Nahida and Scaramouche 🌻🐈‍⬛

A new characters reference sheet makes an appearance, about witch Nahida and her familiar Scaramouche (or Scarameow for friends... who are not so many😆)!

Although he looks like an adorable cuddly kitten, in reality Scaramouche's body is that of a puppet. In fact many years ago, his previous witch, summoning his spirit from the spirit realm, trapped him in a physical body through a curse, in order to experiment and find a way to harness the power of spirits as much as possible without all the contractual constraints that normally bind a witch to a familiar. Unfortunately, the experiment was not very successful, because even if reduced, contractual constraints still require some commitment on the part of both parties to achieve this power exchange, instead of free access to the magic of the spirit indefinitely without limits. That's why the first witch quickly lost interest about Scara, and abandoned him to pursue other goals. Later, after wandering alone for a long time in Teyvat and having some traumatic experiences with humans that didn't exactly end well, Scaramouche was found by Nahida and made a contract with her ฅ(^◕ᴥ◕^)ฅ💜

Nahida, instead, despite her appearance, is one of the most powerful witches in Teyvat, cursed to constantly appear with the body of a child without ever aging. She was cursed centuries ago to protect her nation from some ancient and evil forces, and for 500 years she has been the principal of the Sumeru Akademiya. Despite her past, she lives her curse very calmly and serenely, always trying to remain sunny and optimistic about the future, convinced that knowledge can help raise new generations of witches who can do good and improve the world through magic („• ֊ •„)💚 She is currently not on good terms with the Sages, the council of older teachers of the Akademiya, but she puts up with them so as not to create further unnecessary turmoil within the school😅🙈

Since the two have entered into a contract, Scaramouche's unique physical constitution allows him and Nahida not to be constantly together, allowing them to be apart even for long distances and periods of time. Nahida rarely harnesses Scara's power, but rather would like to try to be his friend, having discovered the emptiness the latter carries since he has been forced to live on earth. Not exactly knowing how to return to the spirit realm by his own, Scara accepted his new life within the Akademiya (and secretly beginning to appreciate it, while slowly healing from his past traumas too)🌻🐈‍⬛

If these two has made you curious about this fantasy AU, here are other reference sheets that I've already drawn: Tighnari and Cyno / Kaveh and Alhaitham / Collei and Amber

Oh btw, today is a certain fennec boy's birthday, right? So, happy bday to Tighnari ahah!!🎉🎂 If you are looking for a fantasy fic about him and Cyno, you can find it here! The next chapter will be out tomorrow!😘💚💜

#nahida #lesser lord kusanali #scaramouche #wanderer #scarameow #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin impact fanart #witch au #witch x familiar au #fantasy au #genshin impact fic #ao3 fanfic #my fics #my sketches #my art

70 notes · View notes

all-about-kyu · 1 year ago

Text

Summary: You damn well knew your heat was coming… it’s nothing your boyfriends can’t handle, though. Pairing: Chinchilla!Wooyoung x fem Bat Eared Fox!reader x Fennec Fox!Yeosang x Several!San Tropes: hybrid au, poly au, established relationship au Genre: fluff, smut Rating: R18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: mxm, biting, predator-prey play, pet names, dry humping, implied heat sex Word Count: 1,044 Note: Merry Christmas @atiny-piratequeen!! I hope you enjoy <3 (and thank you to @kwanisms and @wooahaeproductions for beta reading!!)

“You feeling okay, Kit?” San asks quietly.

You nod, “I’m okay, just feeling a bit clingy.” you reassure as you nuzzle closer to his scent gland.

The ends of San’s blonde mullet tickle against your skin, but it doesn’t bother you one bit. Unknown to you, San gives a glance to Yeosang. The Fennec Fox’s pale tan ears shift toward him before his eyes do. When he does make eye contact with San, he’s immediately aware of what’s about to smack you all in the face. You stay clung to your kitty boyfriend, peacefully buried in his neck and inhaling his scent as much as possible. Yeosang quietly leaves the living room in search of your third boyfriend. Wooyoung, being the only prey hybrid, always made for an interesting dynamic. Despite his status as a prey, he’s absolutely the fiery, playful one in the relationship.

It doesn’t take Yeosang long to find the bubbly Chinchilla. Wooyoung is happily munching on his lunch at the breakfast bar. He immediately knows something is off, though, when Yeosang approaches him.

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asks, voice laced with concern.

“It’s just that-” Yeosang is cut off by a whimper coming from the living room.

The two share a look before making their way toward the sound. They hadn’t expected to see you pinned down to the couch with San barring his canines at you. He’s definitely not mad at you. If anything, he’s holding himself back. You have a blissed-out expression on your face. That’s all the other two need to know what’s happening.

“Kit,” San practically purrs out, “You smell so fucking good.”

“San,” Yeosang says with a warning air, “Off. Now.”

San’s eyes flit to the other fox for a moment before returning to you. Your eyebrows furrow in pure desperation. Your fox ears fall horizontally, almost fully lost in your hair.

“Do you want this, Kit?” San questions, putting just enough space between you so that you can breathe easily.

“Sannie,” you practically whine.

“Use your words properly, Kit.” The kitty purrs again.

Despite San still hovering over you, Wooyoung’s fresh rain scent completely surrounds you. San’s sweet strawberry scent still floods directly into your nose. But, for some reason the scent of Wooyoung’s fresh rain is overpowering both the kitty’s strawberry and the other fox’s pear blossom. Even your own scent is overpowering. Normally, you can’t smell yourself, though, right now, you’re hyperaware of your amber scent.

“I need you.”

You let out a low whistle sound that only exemplifies your need. Normally, Yeosang is the only one who can really hear it. With him being another fox, he knows exactly what each one of your sounds means without needing an explanation. He steps closer and squats down to be at your eye level.

“What do you need?” His voice is tender and soft, unlike San’s.

“I need you. Need all three of you. Woo’s scent is so strong, that I know his rut is probably triggered by my heat. Please, I need you all so desperately.”

A stray tear escapes your eye, and Yeosang wipes it away. Before you can even process the tender gesture, San’s lips are against the scent gland at the base of your neck. You moan at the sensation. His teeth are gently scraping along your throat a moment later, his sharp canines leaving small red marks behind.

Wooyoung joined at some point. His hands are gently brushing through the fur of your tail. His fluffy chinchilla ears are twitching, a habit you’ve noticed happens when he’s focused. Once in a while, he tugs at your tail, making you shudder with need. Yeosang methodically massages your ears and hair, knowing each time he touches your furry ears, you grow just a tad more desperate for them.

“Shall we take you to bed, pretty?” Yeosang whispers lowly in your ear.

“I think she’s just fine right here, no?” Wooyoung adds, hearing Yeosang’s whisper clearly.

You throw your legs around San’s waist before flipping him over and pinning him to the couch. You smirk, displaying your pearly white, sharp canines. Your eyes are dilated, and all you can think about is how desperately you want to use your pretty boyfriend’s cocks.

“I think I’m just fine right here.” You chuckle.

“K-kit?” San stutters out, his strawberry scent spiking sweeter.

“Let me use your cock, pretty kitty.”

You start grinding against your kitty boyfriend’s clothed member. Small moans and whines escape his lips each time you roll your hips against his tip. You hear a small whine come from your chinchilla boyfriend. First, your ear turns toward him, then the rest of your head.

“Don’t worry,” you smirk, “I’ll use all of you. Use you until I’m satisfied, and you’re all crying, begging me to give you a break.”

“Kit,” Yeosang says with a low warning whistle, “Watch who you’re talking to.”

You climb off of San’s lap and into Yeosang’s. He’s not going down without a fight it seems. His eyes are burning with desire, but he’s trying not to let you get the upper hand. You pepper kisses along his jaw and neck. His pear blossom scent engulfs you so much that you almost forget your other two boyfriends are there. That is, until, you hear a small chitter from Wooyoung. You glance for a moment and see the youngest alpha pressed against the area rug while San nips at his skin and grinds against him. You know they’re both content taking care of each other while you slowly break down Yeosang’s reserve.

After a few wet kisses to his scent gland, you bite it. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to get a rise out of him. Rolling your hips against his, you let out a few whiney sounds, knowing it would get to him quicker. You overhear San chirp lightly, followed by another chitter from Wooyoung. You don’t even look what they’re up to.

“You know you want to let me use you. Don’t you, Sangie?” You tease.

“Kit,” he tries to warn, though, his voice is far more submissive than it was a moment ago.

“Yes?” You nearly purr.

“You gonna use me?” He nearly whines in response.

You chuckle, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @kwritersworld @k-vanity @monsterfvckersunited

Tag List: @sanjoongie @jaehunnyy @ericssmile @anyamaris @almondmilkeu @shinestarhwaa @northerngalaxy

#codn santa 23 #san smut #wooyoung smut #yeosang smut #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #mfu net #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #san fanfic #san x reader #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung x reader #yeosang fanfic #yeosang x reader

304 notes · View notes

pupsmailbox · 1 year ago

Text

FOX ID PACK

NAMES︰ aiden. ajax. alfie. amber. arbusto. asra. auburn. aveline. bandit. bark. baya. bella. berrian. blanc. blanche. blanchette. bosque. bramble. briar. bush. bushette. buster. byakko. caelus. calix. cameron. canidae. canis. cedar. chepi. christel. cinnabar. cinnamon. ciro. claud. claudia. claw. clawette. cody. copper. corsac. crimson. dash. eira. ember. eris. faelan. faux. fennec. fern. finn. fira. flannery. fluffers. fluffy. flyn. forest. fox. foxen. foxette foxette. foxian. foxie. foxsse. foxy. frost. frostette. frostine. fyre. gale. ginger. grim. harlow. hazel. hiver. holly. hunter. invierno. james. jamie. kit. lily. liora. lira. lune. lysander. maple. mary. mirren. mischiefesse. mischiefette. neige. nevada. nieve. nixie. noir. nyra. nyx. orin. patches. paw. pawer. pawette. pawie. powder. red. redd. rena. renard. renna. reynard. rita. rogue. rojo. rory. rouge. rougette. rowan. rufus. runa. rune. russ. rust. rustesse. rustette. ruston. rusty. scarlett. scout. serin. sly. snow. snowball. snowbelle. snowy. socks. softse. soren. sorrel. sox. sylvie. talia. tawny. tod. todd. trixie. velox. vire. vivi. vivienne. vix. vixen. vixenne. vulpa. vulpes. vulpine. vulpus. vuvu. whisp. willow. winter. wyn. yako. yap. yappy. yara. yip. yippers. zephyr. zinn. zorro.

PRONOUNS︰ ae/aem. artic/artic. bark/bark. berry/berry. bite/bite. blanc/blanc. burrow/burrow. can/canid. can/canine. canid/canid. canidae/canidae. caninae/caninae. canine/canine. chase/chase. chew/chew. chomp/chomp. claw/claw. climb/climb. den/den. dig/dig. fa/fang. fang/fang. fast/fast. fennec/fennec. fi/fer. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffer. fo/fox. forest/forest. fox/fox. frost/frost. fu/fur. fur/fur. fwu/fwu. gnaw/gnaw. gray/gray. growl/grow. growl/growl. grr/grr. hide/hide. hide/hider. howl/howl. hun/hunt. hunt/hunt. hunt/hunter. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ice/ice. jump/jump. ki/kit. kit/kit. leap/leap. mischief/mischief. ni/nip. nib/nib. nibble/nibble. noir/noir. nom/nom. nussle/nussle. orange/orange. pa/paw. pad/pad. paw/pad. paw/paw. pawpad/pawpad. pelt/pelt. pounce/pounce. prowl/prowl. puff/puff. pup/pup. purr/purr. quick/quick. rabbit/rabbit. red/red. scream/scream. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/swift. silver/silver. sly/fox. sly/sly. snea/sneak. sneak/sneak. sneak/sneaky. sneaky/sneaky. sno/snow. snout/snout. snow/snow. soft/soft. spirit/spirit. swift/swift. ta/tay. tail/tail. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tri/tric. trick/trick. trot/trot. twitch/twitch. vix/vix. vix/vixen. vu/vulpi. vulp/vulp. vulp/vulpine. vulpine/vulpine. wag/wag. whine/whine. whisk/whisker. white/white. wi/wild. wild/wild. winter/winter. woof/woof. yap/yap. yelp/yelp. yip/yap. yip/yip. yop/yop. zoom/zoomie. ⛰️. 🌲. 🌿. 🍁. 🍂. 🐾. 🥩. 🦊. 🦴. 🧡.

#pupsmail︰id packs #id pack #npt #name suggestions #name ideas #name list #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #pronoun list #neopronouns #nounself #emojiself #foxkin #fox therian

102 notes · View notes

invincibleweasel · 7 months ago

Text

Worst possible RWBY ending is that the Gods redeem themselves and upon learning the power of friendship decide that resurrection is totally okay now and bring everyone back. Pyrrha. Penny. Ozma so Ozlem can have their happy ending. Ozpin. Summer. Tukson. Amber. Clover. Vine. Fria. Jacques. Ren’s Parents. Leonardo. All of the dead Hunters in Mistral. Vernal. Sienna. Adam. Banesaw. Fennec. Roman. Tock. Watts. Hazel. The Hound (But Good Now). Everyone except James (because fuck that guy, am I right?).

#they resurrect adam so he can be killed over and over again #rwby #rwde

43 notes · View notes

acronym-chaos · 7 months ago

Text

Fox Themed ID Pack

[PT: Fox Themed ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Alfie, Amber, Asra, Aveline, Bandit, Bramble, Briar, Calix, Cedar, Cinnabar, Cinnamon, Ciro, Cody, Copper, Eira, Ember, Faelan, Fennec, Fern, Finn, Fira, Flyn, Fyre, Gale, Hazel, Kit, Liora, Lira, Lune, Lysander, Mirren, Nyra, Nyx, Orin, Renna, Rory, Rowan, Runa, Rune, Serin, Soren, Sorrel, Sylvie, Talia, Tawny, Trixie, Vire, Vix, Vixen, Willow, Wyn, Yara, Zephyr, Zinn

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Chase / Chases / Chases, Fa / Fang / Fangs, Fo / Fox / Foxes, Fu / Fur / Furs, Hun / Hunt / Hunts, Ki / Kit / Kits, Ni / Nip / Nips, Pa / Paw / Paws, Si / Swift / Swifts, Snea / Sneak / Sneaks, Ta / Tay / Tails, Tri / Tric / Tricks, Vu / Vulpi / Vulpine, Whisk / Whisker / Whiskers, Wi / Wild / Wilds

Titles

[PT: Titles].

The Clever Trickster, The Cunning Fox, The Eyes in the Dark, The One Who Hunts in Silence, The One Who Prowls in the Wild, The Sneaky Paw, The Swift Pouncer, The Vulpine Guardian of the Forest, The Whisper in the Woods, The Woodland Sly One, [Pronoun] Who Hunts at Dusk, [Pronoun] Who Runs with the Wind, [Pronoun] Who Tricks the Hunter

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom, end ID]

Requested by anon!

Also tagging: @id-pack-archive

#id pack #npts #npt pack #npt #npt list #names pronouns titles #fox kin #fox therian #foxkin

28 notes · View notes

angelvendingmachine · 1 month ago

Note

hi! can we have a fem stressholder? she loves making friends, crushes easily, but gets desperate late at night? often resorting to panic texting the friends. kind of a tension vibe? level 2 please! thank you so much!

FEM STRESSHOLDER ALTERPACK

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Autumn, Amber, Grace, Gracie

AGE : 19

PRNS : She/her + Fae/faer , Kit/kits , Heart/hearts

GENDER : Girlflux

ORIENTATION : Pansexual + poly-am

SPECIES : Fennec fox hybrid

ROLES : Love manager, stress holder

SIGN OFF: 🍂, 🏷️, 🥧

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: Hypersexual, hyperromantic, OCD, GAD

TRANSIDS: (More) friends, (more) partners, adored, sweetheart, fangs, claws

MISCIDS: Perma-crushing, perma-in love

PARAS: Allopellia (watching sexual activity) , agroikophilia (roughness), agnotitaphilia (chastity) , apodysophilia (undressing) , autagonistophilia (being on camera) , exhibitionism (being watched)

PERSONALITY: Very sweet and friendly, loves people and most things as well, always up for anything but gets stressed and nervous super easily. Has a crushing problem and always wants more partners even when she gets one, usually gets super desperate when it starts to get late into the evening

AESTHETIC: Cottagecore, cozy core, light academia

#🪻 ꒰ order up!#alter packs #alter creation #build an alter #build a headmate #bah blog #transid safe #radq safe #transids please interact #radq please interact

8 notes · View notes

theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

Text

Do You Want Me, Cyar'ika [dark]

Dark!Din Djarin x Jedi!Female Reader

Warnings: HEY THIS IS DARK WATCH OUT, stalking, manhandling, slight choking if you kind of squint, dubcon (reader is willing, but is def under the influence of the darksaber), smut, hand job, unprotected sex (p in v), mentions of blood and injury, ruthless murder

Word Count: 5,136

Summary: Din Djarin is a man who lost everything. His home, his son, his Creed. But at the end of the day, he still had you. He still had you, and he was determined to keep you. Part One: Ni Ceta, Cyar'ika Part Two: I Love You, Cyar'ika

[a/n: THIS IS THE DARK ENDING TO THIS TRILOGY. My suggestion is to read the version you really want first b/c the beginning half is the exact same. It's only the end that differs.]

"she's hell, he's the devil⏤ the demons see no end to this love." -amber anwar

The echoing of your footsteps bounced off the walls and the quick pace seemed to match the racing of your heart. No looking back. You needed to get to the tarmac. Din was supposed to be in the war room with Bo Katan and the others in his council discussing something or another. This morning he had told you that he wouldn’t be able to meet you for lunch until a bit later in the afternoon. Half an hour after he had told you this, you grabbed your stuff and started running.

You had the right idea months ago when you first tried to leave. This was going to be your last chance. If he caught you this time you don’t know that you’d ever get the chance to run away again. Memories of that beskar chain and anklet hung heavy in your mind as you picked up your pace. A terrifying thought occurred to you. Would he stop there? How far would Din go to keep you by his side? You truly believed, deep down, that Din wouldn’t hurt you, but… were you just being delusional? At some point, he’d consider the line to be crossed.

The tarmac was mostly empty. The few Mandalorians that were in the area gave you curious looks, but nobody dared stop you. That was a side effect of being ‘owned’ by the Mand’alor and though you found it disturbing previously it was truly working in your favor now. Everybody on this rock, save for a few people like Bo Katan, were too terrified of Din to even look in your direction for longer than a few seconds. As you sprinted to the closest ship you knew how to pilot, the Mandalorians began to disperse. You had a suffocating suspicion that they were in the process of calling Din.

You made it further than you had last time. You were on the ship, ramp closing behind you, and you clambered into the cockpit and got things running. As the ship slowly began to rise, you saw him. Din stood at the edge of the tarmac with his hands on his hips. The wind tunneling through the ship’s exhaust and down onto the ground below caused Din’s thick cape and hair to whip around. Even from this distance, you could feel Din’s gaze burning straight through you. The look on his face was haunting⏤ a mix of devastation and unbridled rage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Even after the ship was in the atmosphere and Din was far out of view, you stared down at Mandalore in pain. Your chest ached as your heart already begun to miss the man you were running from.

Before allowing yourself to wallow, you input the coordinates to Tatooine and let the ship slip into hyperdrive. The second those all too familiar lines of blurred space cast a blue glow in the cockpit, you pulled your knees up into your chest to bury your face there. If somebody were to ask you the exact reason why tears streamed down your face you would not be able to give them an answer.

You just knew, everything was wrong.

You agonized over who to send a message to. As you drew ever near to Tatooine, doubts began to plague your mind. Should you reach out to Boba and Fennec? They were obvious choices because they cared about Din and they knew how to hold their own in a fight. However, you had a nagging fear at the back of your mind that would not silence. It blared like a ghostly siren. Din was not himself right now, and though you knew without a doubt that he would not hurt you, could the same be said for Boba and Fennec? Especially if they stood in the way of Din getting to you?

You hated that you were unsure of that.

You hated that a part of you honestly thought Din might hurt his friends or worse.

There was no changing course though. The best solution you had was to get in touch with Luke Skywalker. He might have answers about this. Even if he didn’t, having him and Ahsoka by your side would help. Three Jedi surely could get that cursed saber away from Din. Granted, there was no assurance that separating the saber from the love of your life would actually work, but it was all you had. It was the last bit of hope you could cling to.

Upon your arrival to Tatooine, you immediately slunk away to a crowded cantina. You were not a fool. You knew Din was not just going to let you wander away and you knew he was one of the deadliest bounty hunters in the galaxy. He was very good at what he did⏤ especially when passionate about the mission. That didn’t leave you very much time to get the information you needed.

You sent out a decoded distress message to the number Skywalker had left you when he took Grogu. He left it strictly for emergencies and this obviously classified as one. After it was out in the universe, all you could do was wait. So you saddled up to the bar, sat on a stool, and ordered a drink. It was all you could think to do. This was the first time in ages that you were in a space not clouded by Din’s presence. You hadn’t realized until now how suffocating it had been.

Being with Din, watching his slow descent, you had gotten accustomed to that cloud of darkness that hung over his head. To the point where you didn’t notice it worsening and worsening. It felt as if your body had acclimated to living under the ocean. Your body grew used to the crushing depths. Your lungs shriveled from the lack of oxygen. Your eyes grew blind from the absence of light. Now? Sitting at this dingy, dirty bar, it was as if someone had forced you up from the ocean floor and dragged you quickly up to the surface. It was jarring. The fresh air was painful as it filled your lungs, your eyes burned from the disappearance of darkness, and suddenly it was freedom that felt wrong.

A sudden beeping made you glance down at the communicator. Eyes wide, you answered it, “Hello? Luke Skywalker?” Your name was spoken over the line in concern. “Thank the Maker. I⏤ Din and I are in trouble.”

“What has happened?”

“It’s…” You took in a slow breath and began to walk him through what was going on. You started with the moment he took Grogu and described every single downward step the two of you had taken with the saber in his possession. When you finished, your throat felt thick with emotion. “I got away, but he’ll be after me soon. I know it. Luke, I… I don’t know what to do. I just know I need help, and I’m too afraid to go to anybody other than you.”

“You were right to reach out to me.” Luke sighed. “This needs to be handled by us. No need to risk anyone else.”

The thought flickered through your head without warning. You were okay with putting Luke Skywalker and Ahsoka in danger. It came quickly and you swatted it away just as fast, but it felt like poison. Obviously, Boba and Fennec meant more to you than Luke and Ahsoka. You were closer to the first two. However, it still didn’t make risking the lives of the latter two okay. The fact that the belief attempted to nestle in your head reminded you of the dark saber. Your hand wrapped around your own lightsaber⏤ seeking comfort in the energy it radiated.

“You believe he’ll follow you, correct?” Luke questioned.

“Absolutely.” You answered without an ounce of hesitation.

Luke hummed on the other end of the line in thought. “I will send you coordinates. Come to us. The Mandalorian will follow and we will handle this from there. You just need to get here. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself. “I can. I’ll leave as soon as you send me those coordinates.”

“Of course. Call us again if you have trouble.”

“Thank you.”

The call ended and you threw back the remainder of the drink before rushing for the door. It would take fifteen minutes to get to the tarmac and you assumed you’d get the coordinates by then to use. The crowded Tatooine streets made you anxious. Shoulders clipped into yours as people rushed past you in the opposite direction. It felt like there were eyes burning into your skin, but every scan of the crowd told you it had to just be your paranoia.

Your communicator beeped again and a quick glance down revealed the coordinates you’d be heading to. Good. You quickened your pace to turn a corner to the last leg of the path that would take you to the public tarmac when you spotted him. A flash of glinting silver under the hot Tatooine suns. Your feet came to a screeching halt, and for a moment the two of you stood stock still. Din was down the road. Closer to the tarmac’s entrance than to you. His hands rested on his hips, and he was helmetless. Even from this distance the darkness swimming in his brown eyes sent a chill down your spine. He had been a sight to behold in his full armor, a faceless figure of intimidation. However, you knew now that it was worse without the helmet. Actually seeing those burning eyes, rather than just feel them, made your stomach flip.

The crowd ebbed and flowed, a small group passing between the two of you, and when they passed fully Din was gone. You couldn’t see him. Without a second more of hesitation, you spun on your heel and sprinted in the opposite direction of where he had been standing. The public tarmac was a bust. You’d never be able to successfully route yourself back around, but you still needed a ship.

Peli’s shop. As soon as it came to mind, you altered course to head in that direction. You prayed that Peli wasn’t home. Hopefully she’d be out losing credits to a group of jawas in sabbac or conning some poor sap at the market. Your chest burned in the effort it took to keep your quick pace, your heart pounded painfully, and you could still feel Din’s eyes on you. Every time you glanced over your shoulder or down alleys there was no sign of silver, but you knew⏤ you just knew⏤ that he was hot on your heels somehow.

You finally reached Peli’s shop and the garage was closed which meant she was not home, but you remembered the way in through the back. Peli had shown it to you and Din ages ago. Even if she didn’t have a client’s ship sitting in the bay, you could steal her land speeder and come up with a different plan from there. Once in, your eyes landed on a small ship parked in the main bay and your lips curled up into a relieved smile. Find the FOB, get the ship open and started. You rushed to Peli’s office and cursed the wrecked state it was in. Her baseline was chaotic and it showed in her organization choices. You dug through the mess until you found a FOB that seemed to match the ship waiting for you.

Victorious, you sprinted out of the office back down to the bay, but the second your feet stepped into the open area something hard slammed into you. The air was knocked from your lungs as you landed on the ground. Din’s features stared down at you as his body straddled yours. One of his gloved hands pinned down your dominant hand while the other clamped down on your throat⏤ not enough to restrict air, but just enough to convey his warning. You could see your fearful eyes reflected in the beskar covering him as he towered over you. Din’s face didn’t look angry or worried. He didn’t look scared or confused. Din looked cold. Emotionless. Somehow that was worse.

“Din⏤”

“Don’t.” Din said sharply. The fingers on your neck flexed once. “Don’t speak, cyar’ika.”

More suffocating than his demeanor and broad figure was the poisonous energy seeping out of the saber hung on his belt. You were drowning in it, struggling to keep your head above it’s dark waters, and Din was pushing you beneath the waves. He held you under. Din was a man drowning and in your attempt to rescue him he was dragging you to the depths as well.

“How could you do this to me?” Din asked. His voice cracked⏤ the only sign of his pain. “Cyar’ika, you…” Din swallowed. A flash of heartbreak filled his expressive brown eyes and the degree of his hurt briefly made you feel guilty. Like you had been the one to betray him. “I love you. You are my everything. I would burn the world for you. How could⏤ How could you leave?”

“I never asked for you to burn the world for me, Din.” You whispered. “That’s not what I want.”

Din shifted and leaned down so he could rest his forehead against yours. His hand hung loosely around your throat, forearm pressed against your chest, and it was a position your body was familiar with. If you closed your eyes and gave into the darkness trying to claw its way down your throat and into your lungs, then you’d simply feel like you were sharing a private moment of intimacy with your love. Din’s lips suddenly ghosted against yours and you felt your body tremble.

“What is it you want?” Din begged. “I will give you anything. I just want you safe by my side.”

“I told you what I want, Din…”

Din sighed, his hot breath fanning across your lower face, “I can’t do that.” His voice was strained as if her were in agony. “The saber is how I protect you, cyar’ika.”

“You’re losing me because of that saber, baby.”

For the longest moment, Din remained silent. His eyes were closed and you could see him ruminating over something. After a second, he opened his eyes and Din’s eyebrows furrowed in defeat. A flicker of hope burned in your chest until he opened his mouth and spoke.

“Things were okay. We just need to start from scratch again. I know you hated that chain, cyar’ika, but it’s for the best.” Din said softly and your eyes widened at how serious his words were. How much he believed that to truly be the best path. “It won’t be forever, I swear it. Just until I trust you again.”

“Din⏤”

“No.” Din snapped. His soft despair turning to a firm demand. “There will be no argument. I’m taking you home.” You opened your mouth once more, but Din’s fingers began to tighten around your throat marginally. “You’re already in trouble, cyar’ika. Don’t make it worse.”

Panic began to make your heart race. You were sinking fast and the light was beginning to disappear from your sight⏤ your freedom with it. In a poor attempt at a final chance of survival, you spoke up despite his order to stay silent. “I just wanted to say sorry.”

Din scoffed. “You understand why I find it hard to believe you.”

“I know.” You nodded. “Please, baby. I’m sorry. Please believe me. You know I love you.”

You could feel Din’s thumb around your neck tracing the skin under it as he stared down at you. He took in a deep breath and leaned in to press his forehead against yours once more. Din brushed his lips lightly against yours. “You’re always so pretty when you beg, cyar’ika.” That was the one thing you had working in your favor. Din always had a hard time telling you ‘no’ when your bodies were folded together like this. “I’ll hear you out, but let’s get to our ship first.”

“Why not now? Let me tell you how sorry I am, Din.” You begged and he let out a soft sigh as his eyes closed. Your eyes darted to the saber on his belt. If you ended up back on Mandalore it would be over. There would be no second chance. Determined, you rolled your hips up and just as you suspected you were met with the firmness of his half hard cock. Din groaned. “Let me show you how sorry I am.” Your non-dominant hand had been clutching at the hand he had at your throat, but you very slowly let it travel up his arm to bury in his soft hair. “Please, baby.”

You tilted your head up as much as you could with Din’s hand clamped around your neck. Carefully, in fear that too quick or sudden a movement would break the spell, you began to pull Din down closer. Din hesitated against the slight force of your hand only for a second before he slotted his lips against yours. As always, Din’s touch set you aflame. He released the wrist he had pinned and hooked that hand under your thigh to spread your legs so he could settle between them rather than straddle you. You should be focused on escape alone, but the taste of him made you hungry for more. You weren’t sure how much was your love for Din and how much was the saber twisting it into something recognizable.

Din’s teeth caught your lower lip, and he pulled back a breath, “You’re supposed to be showing me how sorry you are, cyar’ika.” He leaned back down to lick into your mouth, his kiss crushing and near painful as Din’s hips pressed firmly against yours. He left his lips close enough that you felt every word he spoke. “Yet here I am…” Din gave a sharp thrust and even with layers of clothes between the two of you he was able to snap the bulge of his erection right where your clit was hidden. You gasped at the pleasure that rocketed up your spine as hot pangs arousal pooled in your lower belly. “...doing all the damn work.”

At his words, you closed the space to press your lips against his again, deepening the kiss, as your hands traveled to his belt. You undid his belt with practiced ease, and while one hand slipped under the waistband of his flight suit to find the base of his cock the other went to grasp the saber.

Your fingers brushed against the thrumming metal of the saber for only a second before Din’s hand slapped on top of yours pinning it to the saber. Everything froze. Din and you were both panting, breathless from your kiss. You had one hand stuffed into his pants with your hand pressed against his skin on the space above the base of his cock and the other on the saber. Din had one hand tightening around your neck while his other crushed your fingers against the darksaber. He chuckled and the sound sent chills throughout your body.

“Let go, Cyar’ika.” Din’s voice was gruff and seemed to rumble out from his chest. You began to try and pull both hands back, but Din grunted. “Not both. Just the saber.” You sucked in a sharp breath and remained frozen. “What? You don’t want to finish what you started?” He shoved one hand down his pants to roughly grab yours and force your hand to wrap around the entirety of his throbbing cock. It was like this tense moment was spurning him onwards⏤ filling him with a thrill you had never seen before. “I thought you were sorry.”

You hated how his words made your own core ache with want.

Din snapped the saber off his belt tossed it off to the side. Too far for you too reach, but close enough that its influence weighed heavy on you still. He did the same to your own weapon which was hooked in its usual place on your belt. Din threw that one further, more carelessly, before lowering his face back down toward yours. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and Din thrusted into your dry grip. It couldn't be comfortable you thought, but Din moaned in your ear as if it were already drunk in pleasure.

“Din…” You murmured.

His hot mouth enveloped yours, tongue licking into you, as he thrusted twice more. Din’s teeth caught your lower lip again, but this time he bit down hard enough that the taste of metallic blood flashed across your taste buds. You yelped, he thrusted into your grip, and then Din pulled back just enough that you could see his lips painted with the red of your own blood.

“Are you going to make me take you?” He asked in a harsh whisper. “Or will you come willingly?” Din pressed his bloodstained lips against the side of your face, dragging, and you shuddered as a cold, but tempting, chill filled your body. “I’ll spend eternity chasing you, cyar’ika, but it will be more enjoyable if you just agree to be mine again.”

His lips found yours once more, and for one second you weren’t in your body. Your mind clouded with a sort of vision. You saw Din sitting on Mandalore’s throne splattered with blood he had drawn from others and his features masked in a cold indifference. The saber was not on his belt, but any confusion you had on it’s location faded as a different version of you came into view. She wore an elegant and revealing gown that was as dark as a starless night, and the inactive saber was held tight in her grip as blood covered her hands and left a trail of red petals as she passed. While Din’s face held a cold indifference this version of you looked feral with enjoyment.

She settled herself on Din’s lap and the mask he wore cracked to reveal adoration as he stared up at this other you in awe. Without wasting a beat, this unrecognizable version of yourself pulled Din into a firm kiss. The blood on the hands that resembled yours smeared against his stainless beskar, and the blood on his face left smears along features you spent your entire life staring at in a mirror. Suddenly, the other you broke away to turn and it seemed she was glaring directly at you.

The saber in her hand activated and burned with a soul sucking energy that seemed to draw you in.

“Be mine.” Din’s voice snapped you back into the moment. “Be my queen, cyar’ika. I want no else.” He pressed his lips to yours again but in a way that was too soft to match the rest of this situation. The tip of his tongue dragged through the torn tissue of your lower lip and you shivered. “Let me protect you as you rule by my side.”

And you wanted it. It was like your body had finally reached the lowest depths and your lungs were filling with the dark water you were drowning in. It was almost peaceful allowing yourself to settle into the cold⏤ allowing it to swallow you whole. Distantly, you could feel the crystal in your lightsaber desperately calling out to you, but you were certain no light could reach you where you were. Cold turned to pleasure as Din’s hands began to map the familiar planes of your body.

“I’ve always been yours.” You whispered. Din molded his lips to yours and he pulled your hand out from where it was hidden under his waistband so he could have to room and access to begin frantically undoing your own belt. You lifted your hips so he could tug your pants down past your ass and off entirely. He didn’t bother with his own pants, deciding to just tug them down enough to be useful, and Din settled between your legs. As he worked himself out of his pants he planted his lips against the hollow of your neck.

You tilted your chin up, panting, as you gave him more room to work his tongue against the skin there. Every atom of your being was throbbing and aching for the man on top of you, but briefly a glimmer of pain lanced through your heart. A reminder. You thought you were too deep in for the light to reach you, but your lightsaber’s call managed one faint echo. A weak lifeline back to the surface. Without thinking, your hand reached reached out to where the sabers were cast aside and for the first time in your life you felt the Force do more than just read an energy. It enveloped the space around you and seconds later something firm was in the palm of your hand.

You cried out, managing to roll Din and yourself over so you now straddled him. The saber activated in your hand and rather than the warm familiar glow you wanted, you were greeted by the soul sucking, burning energy of the darksaber lighting up in your hands. Your eyes widened in alarm. The power that washed over you was overwhelming. It rocketed up your arm and pierced your very soul. Din laid on the ground under you as you stared at the cold glow of the saber burning in your hands, and you heard him begin to laugh in amusement.

“Maker, you’ve never looked prettier, cyar’ika.” Din grinned⏤ the look in his dark eyes was wild with desire. “How does it feel?”

Your skin was crawling as if someone was holding a live wire to it. A tremor shook your body as your lips began to twitch up in raw pleasure. This felt wonderful. You had never felt more powerful and strong. It filled you with so much confidence that you didn’t even mind the bloodlust that came with it. Slowly, you lowered the saber so it was hovered over Din’s throat. He didn’t flinch or blink. In fact, as your free hand grasped the hair on top of his head roughly you felt his cock twitch under you.

You gave his hair a slight tug, lifting his chin to tilt up, and Din chuckled, “Do you want me, Cyar’ika?”

“What I want,” You smirked and leaned down so even you could feel the heat radiating from the darksaber’s cold burning against your own skin, “is for you to open your mouth, baby.” Din did so without hesitation and you spat between his open lips possessively. Another tug on his dark locks and your love closed his mouth to swallow. “My King. So good for me.”

You shifted your hands so they were planted on either side of Din’s head. The saber rested on the dirt floor of Peli’s garage⏤ dangerously close to your lover. Din didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as his hands grasped your hips tightly. He lifted a knee to shove you closer to him while also lifting you up. You followed the momentum, letting your hips hover over him so he could work your underwear aside, and you slammed your lips against his. The kiss was rough. A clash of teeth and a fight for dominance. You felt the tip of his cock prod against your clit and you gasped. Din used it as a way to take control of the kiss. His tongue shoving into your mouth and keeping your own confined. Before you could regain the slight upper hand you lost, Din dragged his tip through your slick then roughly yanked your hips down onto him. You cried out as you felt his entire length stretch and fill you.

The entire time that you and Din got lost in one another, the darksaber burned brightly only inches away. Din fucked up into you brutally as you chased that carnal release in the shadows cast from the saber’s cold flame. The darksaber sung in victory, content and prideful, as the lightsaber left inactive in the dirt a few feet away screamed in mourning. If you focused your attention you’d be able to hear both, but currently the only sound you could focus on was the way your cries of pleasure mingled with Din’s grunts of fulfillment.

[six months later]

You straddled Din’s lap, your thighs poking out from the slits alongside your dark gown, and as Din barked out in Mando’a to the crowd at your back you continued to pepper the skin of his neck with soft kisses. There was a pause in your King’s lecture and you let your teeth drag against the tight tendon under his skin before licking up to press another kiss behind his ear. Din trembled under your touch and you chuckled against him.

“Please! I’m sorry. Ni ceta!” A man was begging and the shakiness of his voice told you he was probably crying as well. “I came to Mandalore with only good intentions, your highness. Peace. I never meant⏤”

You leaned back, peeling yourself away from Din, and sighed. “Baby, can we be done with this?” Din focused his loving gaze on you as he offered you a soft and kind smile. Din cupped your jawline and let his thumb trace the shape of your lower lip. You gave him a small pout. “Please?”

“How could I ever deny you, my Queen?” Din chuckled and you could feel the rumble of his chest under the beskar. He pulled you in for a quick, but tender kiss. “Go ahead.”

You beamed at him and felt him use his other hand to squeeze your ass as you rose from the throne and his lap. You spun on your heel and stared out at the crowd before you. Loyal Mandalorians stood at the ready, eager to serve their Manda’lor, and a stranger cowered on his knees begging. An older man who came to Mandalore with a peace treaty from another world in the same corner of the galaxy as the world you ruled with your love. You held a hand back toward Din without looking, and you felt him slid the familiar metal of your shared weapon into your grip.

The man began to cry harder as you skillfully activated the saber⏤ spinning it twice in your hands with the muscle memory of a once renowned Jedi. You and Din had gotten a taste of power, of ruling, and you both began to wonder: Why stop at Mandalore?

With a steady swing, you cut the man down and watched his body crumble down the steps. There was no room for peace. With the saber at your side, you and Din planned to take and conquer as your hearts desired.

After all, who could possibly stand in the way of the ruthless Mand’alor and his bloodthirsty, once Jedi trained Queen?

[here is the happy end]

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #dark!din djarin #reader insert #mando x reader #mando x you #female reader #jedi reader #din djarin smut

238 notes · View notes

pilot-boi · 1 year ago

Note

Wonder what other ghosts affect the Voices AU. Watts? Lionheart? Sienna? Fennec Albain? Amber? Vernal? Brawnz, Roy, and May Z? Pilot Boi? Fria? Nicholas Schnee? Gretchen? F Pickerel (the guy who initially captured Tyrian)? Ilia's parents? That huntsman that died in front of RNJR in Volume 4? Fox's uncle Copper? Marcus Black? Bartleby from Brunswick Farms? Ozpin (the host, not Ozma)? Forest? Curious? Neo's parents? Rhodes? Sleet? Hazel? Tock? Tukson? Clover? Vine? Sorry this is a lot.

Nah you’re good, lemme just cover them one at a time. It’s nice to see people excited

Saddle in because this going to be VERY long

Okay first of all we need to establish some ground rules. Not all deaths in Remnant create a ghost, otherwise Jaune wouldn’t be able to function ANYWHERE because if all natural deaths made a ghost the whole world would be infested

So ghosts only appear from particularly traumatic/violent deaths. AKA Grimm, usually. But if you die peacefully in your bed, you don’t make a ghost.

ALSO, if it’s been long enough, or they don’t have a reason to stay, a ghost will fade away. This process is faster for ghosts without their Aura unlocked. As they fade they become harder and harder to understand until their speech is complete unintelligible

For example, Oz and Salem’s daughters have LONG since faded. In Kuroyuri most of the citizens are still around but they’re completely unintelligible and barely corporeal, but Li is the same as the day he died because he has a “mission” to continue protecting the village

So going through the list, I can say that Fria, Nicholas Schnee, and presumably Neo’s parents wouldn’t have ghosts. They all died naturally. But all those other guys would have ghosts

Most of them continue haunting the area where they died, or go off and do their own thing

Some of them would probably follow the gang around if they could but they don’t know where the gang is. For example, Ironwood only knows where they are because he was in the inner circle and so knows the next target is Vacuo

And then there’s the ghosts that don’t follow out of choice

Pilot Boi, for example, tries to find his way back to Atlas. Bartleby continues haunting his farm even after the gang leave. Lionheart is a coward and stays in Haven Academy. The huntsman who died returns to the capital, same with Tock with her respective city. Forest and Sleet stay haunting the ruins of Mantle and Atlas, as do Amber and Tukson with Vale.

That leaves a LOT of ghosts though, so let’s cover them one at a time

Most of them, if they don’t haunt a location, follow around someone who was important to them in life, like Pyrrha does with Jaune

Watts and Ironwood both go to Vacuo, because they know that’s the next target. They bicker the whole way which is very entertaining

Hazel follows Emerald around, a sort of guardian spirit. Since he helped them escape and fought Salem for them, Jaune doesn’t see any reason to try and get him to leave. He does tell Emerald that Hazel is there, though

Fennec follows his brother around, which mostly just consists of the two of them sitting in jail. He tries to comfort his brother, but of course Corsac doesn’t know he’s there

Sienna follows Adam around, constantly berating him, and she helps Pyrrha kick his ass when he finally dies. After that she goes back to Menagerie

Vernal either follows Raven around or returns to the tribe. It’s not like she’d be lonely, there’s plenty of ghosts in the Branwens to keep her company

Brawnz, Roy, and May Z all follow Nolan to Vacuo when he goes. He doesn’t know they’re there until Jaune arrives and can tell him, and then Nolan breaks down crying because his team didn’t let him have to be alone, even after dying

Gretchen, of course, follows her twin around and the two reunite after his death. It’s the happiest and most complete Hazel has felt in decades. Jaune doesn’t even know they were siblings until after Hazel dies and they reunite. After all, she still looks seventeen

F Pickerel probably tries to follow Tyrian around, at least until he joins Salem, and then the man’s spirit is promptly banished. Gretchen she allows to stay because she knows the girl won’t try to interfere, she just wants to be with her brother, but Pickerel could be a problem

Ilia’s parents of course follow her around, from Mantle to Mistral to Menagerie and eventually to Vacuo. Not that she knows, again until Jaune gets to Vacuo and can tell her. Then she has a similar reaction to Nolan

Copper follows Fox until he joins team CFVY and finally has a family again, then the man passes on since his “nephew” is safe and loved

Marcus Black would certainly TRY to follow Mercury, at least until he gets to Everlight. Then the man almost meets a similar fate from Gretchen as Adam does at Pyrrha’s hands. Gretchen isn’t quite strong enough to get him to leave, just enough to get him to keep his distance. Once Hazel dies, though, it’s all over for him

Ozpin, of course, follows Oscar around. Jaune actually figured something is up with Oscar when they first meet because for the first time ever, someone else can hear what a ghost is saying. Only the most recent Ozcarnation remains as a spirit, and as the merge comes closer, Ozpin’s ghost starts to fade

Oz used to be able to see/hear ghosts just like Salem, but as he’s used up his magic he’s lost that ability. He DOES know that Jaune can see ghosts, because the boy makes eye contact with him and reacts when he speaks to Oscar

Rhodes would, of course, follow Cinder, but he gets similarly banished when she joins up with Salem. A Huntsman’s spirit is too dangerous to keep around

Clover follows Qrow around, trying to apologize to the man for his stupidity. The two of them reunite when Vine dies, and they actually also get to reunite with Tortuga as well. With Tortuga back it’s the first time the Ace Ops have felt whole since his death, and all three follow the remaining Ace Ops to Vacuo

And finally, the Curious Cat. CC doesn’t leave a spirit when they die, because Ascension works differently. No body left behind, so I figure also no spirit. Alyx only left one behind because she was killed and because she’s from Remnant she doesn’t ascend

#rwby #voices au #jaune arc #professor ozpin #hazel rainart #arthur watts #leonardo lionheart #sienna khan #curious cat #clover ebi #vine zeki #salem #mine #asks #anonymously20 blog

63 notes · View notes

marcmarcmomarc · 6 months ago

Text

RWBY (Behind the Voice Actors)

MAIN RWBY CAST

Ruby Rose: Lindsay Jones

Weiss Schnee: Kara Eberle and 1 other

Casey Lee Williams

Blake Belladonna: Arryn Zech

Yang Xiao Long: Barbara Dunkelman

Jaune Arc: Miles Luna

Nora Valkyrie: Samantha Ireland

Lie Ren: Monty Oum and 1 other

Neath Oum

RECURRING ROLES

Qrow Branwen: Vic Mignogna and 1 other

Ernesto Jason Liebrecht

Oscar Pine: Aaron Dismuke

Professor Ozpin: Shannon McCormick

Cinder Fall: Jessica Nigri

James Ironwood: Jason Rose

Emerald Sustrai: Katie Newville

Sun Wukong: Michael Jones

Pyrrha Nikos: Jen Brown

Penny Polendina: Taylor McNee

Mercury Black: J.J. Castillo and 1 other

Yuri Lowenthal

Winter Schnee: Elizabeth Maxwell

Salem: Jen Taylor

Neopolitan: No Voice Actor

Dr. Arthur Watts: Christopher Sabat

Tyrian Callows: Jessie James Grelle

Hazel Rainart: William Orendorff

Bartholomew Oobleck: Joel Heyman

Peter Port: Ryan Haywood and 1 other

Anthony Sardinha

Maria Calavera: Melissa Sternenberg

Adam Taurus: Garrett Hunter

Robyn Hill: Cristina Valenzuela

Roman Torchwick: Gray G. Haddock and 2 others

Billy Kametz

Christopher Wehkamp

Neptune Vasilias: Kerry Shawcross

Glynda Goodwitch: Kathleen Zuelch

Jacques Schnee: Jason Douglas

Raven Branwen: Anna Hullum

Clover Ebi: Christopher Wehkamp

Elm Ederne: Dawn M. Bennett

Marrow Amin: Marrow Amin

Harriet Bree: Anairis Quiñones

Vine Zeki: Todd Womack

Ghira Belladonna: Kent Williams

Whitley Schnee: Howard Wang

Ilia Amitola: Cherami Leigh

Kali Belladonna: Tara Platt

Taiyang Xiao Long: Burnie Burns

Vernal: Amber Lee Connors

Little: Luci Christian

Somewhat: Luci Christian

May Marigold: Kdin Jenzen

Joanna Greenleaf: Marissa Lenti

Fiona Thyme: Michele Everheart

Dr. Pietro Polendina: Dave Fennoy

Klein Sieben: J. Michael Tatum

Corsac Albain: Derek Mears

Fennec Albain: Mike McFarland

Leonardo Lionheart: Daman Mills

Curious Cat: Robbie Daymond

Coco Adel: Ashley Jenkins

Velvet Scarlatina: Caiti Ward

Yatsuhashi Daichi: Joe MacDonald

Cardin Winchester: Adam Ellis

Caroline Cordovin: Mela Lee

Jabberwalker: Richard Norman

Jinn: Colleen Clinkenbeard

Flynt Coal: Flynt Flossy

Neon Katt: Meg Turney

Saphron Cotta-Arc: Lindsay Sheppard

Terra Cotta-Arc: Jamie Smith

Blacksmith: Kimlinh Tran

Lil’ Miss Malachite: Luci Christian

Willow Schnee: Caitlin Glass

The Hound: Ernesto Jason Liebrecht

Hei “Junior” Xiong: Jack Pattillo

Miltia Malachite: Maggie Tominey

Melanie Malachite: Maggie Tominey

Zwei: Penny Layne Matthews

Ozma: Aaron Dismuke and 1 other

Shannon McCormick

God of Light: Chase McCaskill

God of Darkness: Bruce DuBose

Ambrosius: Valentine Stokes

Jinxy: Brendan Blaber

Red Prince: Michael Malconian

Herbalist: Christopher Guerrero

Creatures of Grimm: William Orendorff

MINOR ROLES

Announcer: Jeff Williams

AK-130 Android: Shane Newville

Shopkeep: Patrick Rodriguez

Goons: William Lopez and 1 other

Isaiah Torres

Cyril Ian: Patrick Rodriguez

Lisa Lavender: Jen Brown

Student: Kerry Shawcross

Russel Thrush: Shane Newville

Police Officers: Burnie Burns and 1 other

Joel Heyman

Sailors: Isaiah Torres and 1 other

Daniel Fabelo

White Fang Goon: Chris Martin

Penny’s Driver: Alan Abdine

Tukson: Adam Ellis

CCT AI: Megan Castro

Schnee Corp Operator: Emily McBride

Atlas Soldiers: Jon Risinger and 19 others

Patrick Rodriguez

Shane Newville

Kerry Shawcross

Josh Flanagan

Jeb Aguilar-Kendrick

J.D. Arredondo

Kirk Johnson

Alena Lecorchick

Tony Salvaggio

César Altagracia

Quentin Holtz

Nicholas Swift

Ed Whetstone

Cody Hawkins

Andrea Ratsos

Noël Wiggins

Dalton Allen

Nick Cramer

White Fang Lieutenant: Gray G. Haddock

“Deery”: Maggie Tominey

Student: Jacob Strickler

Perry: Kyle Taylor

White Fang Goons: Austin Hardwicke and 3 others

Miles Luna

Dustin Matthews

Josh Ornelas

Councilman: Gray G. Haddock

Reese Chloris: Erin Winn

Bolin Hori: Jon Risinger

Brawnz Ni: Blaine Gibson

Roy Stallion: No Voice Actor

Nolan Porfirio: Aaron Marquis

May Zedong: No Voice Actor

Bartender: Markus Horstmeyer

Nebula Violette: Kate Warner

Scarlet David: Gavin Free

Dew Gayl: Kim Newman

Sage Ayana: Josh Ornelas

Gwen Darcy: Mylissa Zelechowski

Octavia Ember: Claire Hogan

Video Game Announcer: Gray G. Haddock

Ciel Soleil: Yssa Badiola

Salesman: César Altagracia

Woman: Kate Warner

Man: Robert Reynolds

Large Man: Alex Leonard

Inn Keeper: Joe MacDonald

Crying Child Illusion: Maggie Tominey

Amber: Laura Bailey

Paramedic: Jon Risinger

Atlas Security Guard: Jonathan Floyd

Haven Tourist: Robert Reynolds

News Reporter: Tyler Coe

Broadcast Op: Cole Gallian

Warning Announcer: Kate Warner

Atlas Ship Captain: Travis Willingham

Blue Three: Andrea Caprotti

Mayor: Mike McFarland

Blacksmith: Christopher Guerrero

Dying Huntsman: Alejandro Saab

Captain: Bruce Carey

Reporter 01: Tyler Coe

Reporter 02: Amber Lee Connors

Reporter 03: Jason Douglas

Crew Member 1: Yunhao Zhang

First Mate: Derrek Ziegler

Crew Member 2: Chris Kokkinos

Oscar’s Aunt: Marissa Lenti

Higanbana Waitress: Kim Newman

Businessman: Scott Frerichs

Businesswoman: Amber Lee Connors

Henry Marigold: Alejandro Saab

Angry Businessman: Nick Landis

Waiter: Kyler Smith

Trophy Wife: Felecia Angelle

Husband: Chris Kokkinos

An Ren: Dawn M. Bennett

Lie Ren (young): Apphia Yu

Young Blacksmith: Connor Pickens

Tall Boy: Scott Frerichs

Short Boy: Marissa Lenti

Medium Boy: Amber Lee Connors

Li Ren: Kaiji Tang

Nora Valkyrie (young): Kristen McGuire

Mistral Pilot: Stan Lewis

Atlas Pilot: Richard Norman

Train Announcer: Alena Lecorchick

Mistral Pilot: Reina Scully

Menagerie Guard: Gio Coutinho

Bartender: Zane Rutledge

Shay D. Mann: Clifford Chapin

Sienna Khan: Monica Rial

Bandit One: Chris Kokkinos

Saber Rodentia: William Ball

Bandit Two: Billy B. Burson III

Worried Mother: Victoria Holden

Mata: Scott Frerichs

Yuma: Nick Landis

Ramen Shop Owner: Nick Landis

Small Girl: Emily Fajardo

Trifa: Emily Fajardo

Menagerie Guard 1: Stan Lewis

Menagerie Guard 2: Jenn K. Tidwell

Faunus 01: Willem W. Keetell

Faunus 02: Ariel LaCroix

Young Faunus Woman: Christine Stuckart

Older Faunus Man: Patrick Rodriguez

White Fang Members: Luis “Paco” Vazquez and 2 others

Willem W. Keetell

Jenn K. Tidwell

Mistral Police Captain: Jamie Smith

White Fang Guards: Christine Stuckart and 2 others

César Altagracia

Connor Pickens

Dee: Alex Mai

Dudley: Christopher Guerrero

Mistral Woman: Lauren Aptekar

Newscaster: Ethan Marler

Body Guard: Jenn K. Tidwell

Frightened Man: Richard Norman

Eldest Daughter: Jenn K. Tidwell

Youngest Daughter: Lauren Aptekar

Tock: Ruth Urquhart

Adrian Cotta-Arc: Lucella Wren Clary

Nubuck Guards: Kyle Phillips

Red Haired Woman: Jen Brown

Terminal Soldier: Connor Pickens

Argus Air Control: Danzer Koehler

Manta Two-Two: Noël Wiggins

Manta Three-Four: Dalton Allen

Manta Two-One: Melanie Stern

Manta Two-Four: Joe Clary

Atlas Air Traffic Female: Alena Lecorchick

Drunk Mann: Joel Mann

Drinking Buddy: Dustin Matthews

Forest: Eric Baudour

Pilots: Billy B. Burson III and 1 other

Todd Womack

Fria: Luci Christian

Newscaster: Scott Morgan

Mantle Citizen: Kirk Johnson

Mantle Patrol: Quentin Holtz

News Broadcaster: Kyle Taylor

AK-200 Driver: Ed Whetstone

Patrol: Connor Pickens

Waiters: Kirk Johnson and 1 other

Christine Stuckart

Female Dinner Guest: Lauren Aptekar

Councilman Sleet: Chad James

Councilwoman Camilla: Anairis Quiñones

Mantle Child: Brooke Olson

Citizens: Quentin Holtz and 5 others

Nikita Steele

Nicholas Swift

Jenn K. Tidwell

Alena Lecorchick

Ed Whetstone

Manta Team Delta: Richard Norman

Atlas Pilots: Ed Whetstone and 1 other

Alena Lecorchick

Atlas Commander: Zoe Terhune and 1 other

Kate Daigler

Atlas Technician: Alena Lecorchick

Reporter: Nick Schwartz

Mother: Jenn K. Tidwell

Disgruntled Grandmother: Christine Stuckart

Fiona’s Uncle: Gus Sorola

Crimson: César Altagracia

Mechanical Voice: Andrea Ratsos

Operator: Nick Schwartz

Madame: Linda Leonard

Step-Sisters: Amanda Lee

Rhodes: Christian Young

Commanders: Billy B. Burson III and 2 others

Kdin Jenzen

Zack Watkins

Child: Alexia Cruz

Father: Matthew Cruz

Computer Terminal: Alanah Pearce

Atlas Officer: Billy B. Burson III

CCT Voice: Jackie Izawa

Civilian: Chris Demarais

Summer Rose: Morgan Lauré Garrett

The Bird: Richard Norman

Mouse: Brendan Blaber

Mouse Leader: Jamie Battle

Townsperson: Jamie Battle

Toy Soldiers: Nick Cramer and 4 others

Billy B. Burson III

Kdin Jenzen

Cody Hawkins

Michael Malconian

Toy Guard: Brendan Blaber

White Pawns: Brandan Blaber and 3 others

Billy B. Burson III

Jamie Battle

Michael Malconian

Hawker: César Altagracia

Teapot Lady: Kdin Jenzen

Blue Paper Pleaser: Connor Pickens

Yellow Paper Pleaser: Dalton Allen

Green Paper Pleaser: Dustin Matthews

Red Paper Pleaser: Paula Decanini

Purple Paper Pleaser: Yssa Badiola

Genial Gem: Paula Decanini

Alyx: Shara Kirby

Vacuan 1: Eddy Rivas

Vacuan 2: Melinda Bonifay

ADDITIONAL VOICES

Austin Hardwicke

Blaine Gibson

Daniel Fabelo

Dustin Matthews

Harley Dwortz

Jeff Yohn

Kris McMeans

Kristina Nguyen

Luis “Paco” Vazquez

Maggie Tominey

Megan Castro

Shane Newville

Sheena Duquette

Stefanie Hardy

8 notes · View notes