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maiden-of-the-waters · 5 months ago

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Pride & Insolence

//This scene came in my head and I needed to write it down before I forgot it.

Maybe one day… when I have to drive and desire, I’ll make a comic; MOD//

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Story summary;

Bèiké gets summoned by the party for the first time to help assist with a nasty Yaoguai, and the “Tranquil Princess” surprises the Monkey King with her method of handling the situation.

This story is 18+, it deals with mature topics, themes of punishment and psychological torture and threats of assault. But please read with care.

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The monk had been captured again.

It was weekly at this point, but saving the virtuous Tripitaka was truly a challenge this time.

The Water Yaoguai that had snatched him while he was getting some water had taken him beneath the waves at the mouth of a great river that fed into the Ocean. This Yaoguai called himself the Bā tuófēng yěmán rén (八駝峰野蠻人) ((eight hump savage))

While normally Zhu Baije and Sha Wujing had no issues fighting in the water, they were both better suited for the fresh waters of rivers, lakes and springs and where their unfortunate master was being held was where the ocean began. The salt stinging their eyes, the force of the tides making it hard to stay in position.

They tried thrice to save their master, and failed thrice, much to the increasing annoyance and Frustration of a certain Stone Monkey who wasn’t used to being useless in a fight.

He was about to fly off to conscript the help of the bodhisattva, QuanYin when he was stopped by his companion and a women who’d been sharing his frustrations - the Phoenix Maiden. She pulled out a Silver Pearl and voiced that Maybe they could ask the lady of the waters for help.

The Monkey laughed at first, having seen the adopted princess a couple times while he was in Heaven, and shook his head. There was no way the slender woman in pretty fabrics, who spent her days listening to the whales moan out their songs would know anything about combat.

The Phoenix Maiden scowled at him and mentioned that at the very least, she could move the water away. She could make it so the Monk was no longer imprisoned underwater.

The Monkey paused as he thought through the pros and cons, and then nodded.

And so, the Phoenix Maiden dropped her Pearl into the water and said the incantation the entire party was taught.

Everything was still for a moment before there was a rippling of water from beneath her and the Maiden’s face appeared from the blue. Pausing to look up at her from the water before rising halfway out of the waves to look upon the person who summoned her. The blue of the waves covering her modesty, and her hair rid of all the clips, pins, flowers and ornate styles Sun Wukong had remembered her having. Only the pearls remained.

“You summoned me.” Not a question, not a demand for an explanation… simply a calm statement. But one the Phoenix Maiden took as a question anyway as she began to hurriedly explain the situation. Zhu Baije and Sha Wujing filling in any blanks when they came to sullenly join the group once again in defeat.

The Maiden of the Water didn’t so much as blink as she listened to the situation, though when she heard the name of the Yaoguai they were facing, her brow furrowed a bit, then looked at the river that emptied into the Ocean. “You are sure that this Yaoguai set up his domain in the ocean? Not the River? It does pass the border?”

“Yes Princess! You can feel the salt stinging your eyes and the currents trying to drag you further out to sea!” Zhu Wujing snorted in irritation, though still doing his best to remain respectful before the Royal Maiden.

The Maiden nodded, turning to the ocean and contemplating her next move.

“What’s the Plan Bèiké? Is the Lady going to break down the door and demand a Kowtow?” The Monkey snickered

“You Stinky Ape! How Dare You-“ Zhu Baijes outburst was interrupted when the Lady simply got to her feet and stood so only her ankles were still submerged in the water.

“You always were amusing Great Sage. After your rampage, the Jade Palace was so quiet.” She shook her head and murmured. “You were always Brave too, I haven’t heard that name from anyone but my mother in near 700 years… I miss hearing it from others… I’ll give you pilgrims permission to use it. It’s easier to speak than my other titles…”

“Still…” She raises her hands as the ocean begins to rumble and bubble. And with a great burst of movement, the Yaoguai’s Palace - and the floor on which it sat - was rejected by the ocean and spat out, floating on the surface, resulting in cascading waterfalls and massive waves that beat the shore from the displacement.

“Demanding a Kowtow does sound… reasonable… this Yaoguai in particular - if it is the same one who has lived here - was supposed to stay in the river. If I recall correctly, the dragon in which he insulted drew out Clear boundary and territory lines… it appears those have been ignored. Truly insolent.”

She turns to the group, and smiles. Though it strangely empty, not reaching her eyes. It made it all the more chilling. “Stay here… I will deal with this personally seeing as it pertains to my domain… it would’ve have come to me eventually anyway even if he hadn’t been so brave has to interfere with a journey tasked by the Merciful Buddha.” She shakes her head. “Do Not enter, no matter what you hear. Once I open the doors again you may come in and retrieve your master.”

Sha Wujing stepped forward. “My lady I must protest, as a member of the royal family, I can’t in good faith allow you to enter such a hostile place alone.”

The Yín zhēnzhū gōngzhǔ - with the same smile on her face - gently patted the larger warriors arm. “Good faith or not, it is My order, please follow it. He won’t be able to hurt me, he is of my domain.”

The displeasure was clear on Wujing’s face, but he nodded all the same as he took a step back and the Maiden took one step forward before melting in with rest of the waters. Leaving the reluctant party behind… minus one.

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The Yín zhēnzhū gōngzhǔ didn’t bother to knock. Simply reforming into a human form on the inside of the door, in the greeting hall. She didn’t bother to wear her royal regalia, wearing a simple and plain Haori made of water to cover her modesty, her hair down and absent of the pins, jewelry and clips that a woman of her status was entitled to, save for the silver pearls that were ever present on her body and entangled in her hair.

She debated on summoning her trident, but decided against it… The signature weapon would succeed in sending a message sure, but what she had planned… the threat wasn’t necessary.

The water that still filled the greeting hall came up to her knees. It was truly a lovely greeting room… too bad it belongs to a shameless beast. The tranquility of what the hall could’ve been was ever ruined by the sounds of panicking servants in the distance. Most likely surprised at seeing their underwater palace suddenly above the waves.

She flicked the water from her fingers into the air, causing everything to still. And her voice rung out. “Bā tuófēng.”

The resulting silence was deafening, and the Water Maiden knew that she was heard.

Heavy footsteps beat against the floor before the door swung open and the Yaoguai, Bā tuófēng yěmán rén entered the room, and upon seeing who stood in his Greeting hall, Froze.

Becoming a maneater had done him no favors, his normally obsidian and golden scales now a sickly shade, his once dark eyes now had a white film over them as they bulged out of his skull, his great fangs now chipped and a disgusting yellow, his proud fins shriveled and torn, his once strong body now twisted, flabby and bent. The eight humps that once stood high on his head like a crown, were now wilted and puss-filled.

The Maiden gave almost a mournful sigh at seeing how the once proud warrior had fallen… all because his Pride couldn’t accept his wrongs. “Oh my dear Bā tuófēng… Time has not been kind to you…”

The Yaoguai snapped out of his shocked state and immediately fell into a Kowtow. “My Lady!” His voice was raspy and gruff, thick with mucus and bile. “You’ve come to grace my hall! Truly a prosperous day!”

“What were you doing in the ocean Bā tuófēng? Have the years made you forget that you were banished from it?”

The Yaoguai froze before looking up at her, taking in her expression as she gazed coolly back down upon him, waiting for his answer. “M-My Lady! The River didn’t offer the nutrition I needed! I’m still so close to the shore! Surely that dragon can allow me a bit of territory…. Perhaps… PERHAPS! If YOU were to help plead my case! I can take back what I once had!”

“That river is prosperous… it has been for years… it just doesn’t have easy access to your preferred food, does it?” She narrowed her eyes. “How many fishermen and children have you eaten Bā tuófēng? Did you learn nothing from your banishment? I see you’re still a useless beast.”

“You Damned Wench! I will not be subjugated! I Will have the power I deserve! I am Bā tuófēng yěmán rén! A woman shall have no rule over me!”

The Yaoguai jumped back and began to laugh as he began to summon the water to move to his will.

“Oh virtuous Yín zhēnzhū gōngzhǔ! The bitch who refuses her role as the fairer sex! I shall show you what power is! You’re not the only one who can wield that trident!” He cackles again, spittle flying from his mouth. “And when I defeat you! I shall take you as my wife and we will feed on that monk as our wedding feast! I’ll teach you the joys of marriage.”

The trident formed in his hand it glowed and rattled with the power of the water and he went to lunge at her, ready to prove his strength.

To show the Maiden of the waters he was no normal Yaoguai! To teach that royal wench that just because she held a crown and a title, she was just another powerless princess.

One hit was all it should take, her slender body would break.

Just one H-

“Enough.”

His body froze. Paralyzed.

The trident burst into liquid, melting from his grasp.

He tried to break free of the paralysis, but he wouldn’t budge. It only made him fight against the invisible hold harder.

The Water Maiden watched him struggle for a few moments before sighing. “I knew you were never the wisest… but you’ve surprised me all the same Bā tuófēng. Normally, I would simply pass my judgement and be done with it. The pilgrims need to continue their journey and I have other responsibilities to tend to. The world has plenty of water to be managed you know. It’s hard to be everywhere at once…”

She took a few steps closer to him before gravity released its hold on her body and she began to float, going to sit in the air in front of his frozen form so that her face was level with his.

“But I find the need to mentor you before you take your punishment. You seem to have misunderstood my role in this world…” she gave a girlish giggle and tilted her head, gazing upon the beast in front of her with amusement. “You seem to have misunderstood… what exactly I am…”

She extended her arms out, the water coming alive, glowing and rippling. “I… am water. Despite what many believe, I am not the lady in charge of the waters, I am not the daughter of the waters, I am not even born of the waters.”

She lowered her arms and rested a single hand on her chest. “I, am the personal personification of all the water that flows in this world. I, am Water. And everything that is made of water… is me.”

She laughs again and rests her hands in her lap and she ‘swims’ in the air a little higher to be above Bā tuófēng. A visual that is not lost on him. “I meant it when I said it’s hard to be everywhere at once you know.” Her hands rest on her face, gently pulling her eyelids wider as she looks down on the Yaoguai. “When you are quite literally almost everywhere, it’s hard to be in any one place! If that makes sense, I don’t expect you to understand.”

An eye opens on top of the water beside him, causing him to flinch in his paralyzed state.

It looks exactly like the Yín zhēnzhū gōngzhǔ’s eye…

“To be able to see everything, to always be everywhere!”

Another eye opens within a tiny waterfall that’s still falling from the roof of the room.

“It’s hard to keep your sense of being and identity… being stretched so thin. And eventually - in order to exist in polite society - you have to learn how to tune it out. To focus on where you are now.

Eyes appear on the walls around him.

“Because water is everywhere.”

More eyes open around the room, and dread begins to fill the Yaoguai.

“Water is within most of everything!”

Her human form begins to ebb as she takes on a more liquid form, her hair and body merging with the water that is still in the greeting hall to form a giant figure that dwarfs the petrified Yaoguai. Her voice is still the same.

“And what most so often seem to forget…. Is that Water is apart of most Everyone.”

Bā tuófēng cries out in pain as he feels some skin on his arm slit open, when he looks down, he’s horrified to see an eye blinking back at him… Her eye…

He lets out several more yells and shouts as he feels his body begin to split as more and more eyes emerge on him.

“You wanted to make me your bride? Dear Bā tuófēng, I’m already apart of you…” She giggles once more at her own awful joke. And begins to mess with the blood within his body to prove her point.

When he can’t take it anymore he screams.

“MERCY!!! PLEASE MY LADY HAVE MERCY!! FORGIVE THIS WRETCH!! IVE LEARNED MY LESSON! PLEASE SHOW MERCY!” He sobs out

He goes limp when the pain drains away, falls heavy into the water as the paralysis fades. The water quickly beginning to turn red.

The maiden of the waters almost falls back into her human form, the eyes all around the room close. And she stands over the fallen Yaoguai. Looking upon him with still glowing eyes as he is heaving and panting from the exertion his body was just put through.

She sighs then closes her eyes and steps away from him. Going to stare out a window. “Did you know that the heavens call me the ‘Tranquil Lady’? I was confused by the title at first… storms rage, oceans feed hurricanes, riptides and swift rivers kill the distracted and clumsy, floods are ever unpredictable, and even the mist and fog can cause the most seasoned traveler to get lost forever… For so long, I thought they had confused me with my Royal mother. She is the one who calms the storms and protects the sailors. She’s the one who can even command me to sooth my rage…”

She turns back around and leans on the windowsill.

“And then I realized… it’s because I’m not outwardly reactive. I had them all fooled you see, they thought me incapable of rage, of vengeance, simply because I never saw a point in giving them a visual reaction.”

She began walking slowly to the fallen Yaoguai again, who was trying, and failing, to move.

“The storms that would come and destroy their property afterwards were never associated with me, it’s was simply nature being unpredictable as ever! It was almost insulting if it wasn’t so hilarious.”

She knelt in front of the pitiful soul in front of her. Her voice still in that gentle cadence.

“But I am vengeful my dear Bā tuófēng, I am easily irritated when disobeyed and threatened by someone whom I’ve shown mercy too in the past… I am even quicker to feel anger towards someone who causes disturbances, in my domain especially….”

She reaches down and gently lifts the Yaoguai’s chin, forcing him to look at her. “And even more than the last two, my rage is so intensely summoned, when I am underestimated, and when my position and rank are laughed at. When my Pride, is insulted.”

She drops the Yaoguai’s face none too gently back into the red waters.

“Dear Bā tuófēng, as the Maiden of the waters, it is my responsibility to ensure that all the waters of the world are flowing correctly and being utilized properly…”

She stands and her eyes beginning to glow once more.

“And you, Bā tuófēng yěmán rén… have become a waste of water…. So I’ll be taking it back.”

Bā tuófēng yěmán rén felt pure, undiluted horror shoot through his body like a lighting strike, but was unable to get out a word before a seizuring pain unlike anything he had ever experienced overtook his body.

The screams that erupted from his chest were awful and caused the stones to crack and the windows to burst. They almost drowned out the wet sounds of flesh and bone ripping and tearing… almost.

It seemed to go one forever before it abruptly stopped as quickly as it began.

The Prideful and Insolent Bā tuófēng yěmán rén was no more… his punishment complete.

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The greeting hall had been painted red.

It dripped from everywhere and the thick scent of iron assaulted the Great Sage’s nose as he watched from his position on the wall as a little fly.

To say Sun Wukong was shell shocked was a bit of an understatement. He had lived for a while and had seen many things. But what he had just witnessed in this hall was something he never could’ve predicted.

He had followed her, ready to defend her… and mainly because he was curious and didn’t like being ordered by the royals…

Even still, he had expected to have to intervene and protect the slender princess from that half rotting Yaoguai.

Part of him was impressed, he didn’t think the Princess whom he’d seen kowtow so easily, whom he’d seen submissively drop her gaze and dance and sing poetry so delicately for the entertainment of that senile emperor had it in her to be so authoritative.

The rest of him…

The rest of him was almost terrified. It made his fur itch and his tail twitch for all he was still in the form of a small fly.

It was a feeling he wasn’t all that used to. Not since the battle of the Samadi Fire… not since the moment who knew he had failed the Buddha’s bet and couldn’t escape the consequence…

This was no delicate princess, this was no “Tranquil Lady”…. And now seeing her, seeing and feeling the aura that wrapped around her like a second skin… he found himself wondering how he had ever been fooled into thinking otherwise.

How did the Heavens not know what she was? Did the Jade Emperor know? Did the Buddha? How had she even come to exist?

Why would she help-

“I am pretty sure when I ordered everyone to wait, you were apart of that conversation…” Came a sarcastic, almost exasperated tone that shook him out of his thoughts.

He focused back on the princess to see her staring right at him with an expression that looked somewhere between miffed and bored.

Knowing he was caught - and not trusting her to not give chase if he ran - he transformed back and somersaulted down onto his cloud, not wanting to dirty his clothes in the blood that covered the Halls.

He shrugged, feigning disinterest. “I already spent 500 years under a mountain for displeasing the Heavens. I wasn’t too keen on what the punishment would be if I had let one of the esteemed Jade Emperors favorite daughters come into harm. Especially one so merciful and forgiving as you.”

She stared at the Monkey King for a tense moment before the princess huffed out a soft laugh and Sun Wukong felt the danger pass. “What a silver tongue you have Great Sage, spare me your spurious sycophancies.”

He gave an exaggerated gasp as he placed a hand over his heart, grinning. “I say my lady! This handsome monkey king speaks no falsehoods and serves only to please! Though I am most impressed that the famously tranquil Yín zhēnzhū gōngzhǔ would so willingly allow herself to get her delicate hands dirty for the sake of justice. I’m so used to the royals having others met out punishments.”

He gestures over her dirtied form. Indeed, in her punishment of the insolent Bā tuófēng yěmán rén, she too had been covered in his blood.

Pointing it out seemed to allow the princess to realize her appearance. She took in her clothes and the rest of the room. She removed one of the pearls from her hair and crushed it in her hand before sprinkling it in the bloodied water.

“I assume my appearance is alarming. Though I usually I wouldn’t consider blood dirty…”

The red water rippled and suddenly the blood began to vanish, the room being cleansed.

“After all… blood is just the water of Life. Even from a Yaoguai, it’s not a dirty thing. It’s simply another form water can take.”

The blood that covered her turned into water once more and the last of the Iron Scent faded away.

Sun Wukong shook his head, finding himself confused by the Being before him, and increasingly glad she was tasked to aid them and not challenge their journey. “When I saw you in Heaven’s courts I took you for a willowy, fragile and humble little thing. You have fooled me! I am delighted! Not many have fooled me! I see now you are capricious! That is much more interesting! You are a most disconcerting woman Bèiké.”

She raised her eyebrow at him. “And a stone monkey that can fly through the sky isn’t? Go save your Master, Great Sage. And be thankful you aren’t of my domain. I would dunk your furry head in icy water if you were.”

He grinned and bared his teeth at her playful threat. His cloud already raising to speed to his master. “Maybe next time princess! If I’m to be greeted with ice, mayhaps I’ll greet you with some fire heated stones down your dress!”

“Awful Monkey!”

He laughed as he dodged a water spicket that shot in his direction and went to go retrieve and console his poor mortal Master.

The “tranquil” Princess could banter and play! What joy!

He couldn’t wait to tell his dear friend, the Phoenix Maiden, and his brothers of his discovery! He wonders if they’d even believe him!

What joy! What joy indeed! The Monkey King had found a fun game!

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//this was not proofread, forgive any spelling errors, the Chinese translation was done on google translate. Please forgive if it is wrong, and let me know if I need to fix it.//

#journey to the west #jttw #jttw oc #black myth wukong #bèikè #my writing #lmk #sun wukong #sun Wukong and OC #platonic #sha wujing #zhu bajie

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monyrawolf21 · 1 month ago

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Gabe and Cas, two sides of the same coin

I wanted to make this post for quite some time, but I wanted to wait till the special but there my babes are not really them and now ID3 is around the corner so LET'S BEGIN.

So, in the first two books we've seen Gabe and Cas having the dog and cat dynamic, Gabe been the most patient and diplomatic and Cas been the most savage, we don't know why they hated eachother so much and I don't think their personalities were the only reason and in the second book, chapter 4 made a hint about this; but in the end they have more things in common that people may have think and I wanted to make a few examples

THEIR PARENTS: Well, first of all Cas and Gabe are orphans from a very young age, Gabe lost their parents when they were around 9 years old and Cas lost them before they barely remember them.

THEIR BEHAVIOR: In the first book chapter 6, if you choose to go to eat ice cream with Gabe and choose they option "Tell me a happy memory", they will tell you that they got into a fight when they were younger, just a few weeks after they lost their parents, AND guess who had the same behavior? That's right our dearest Cas, but we can have the first difference here in their lives, Cas was alone but Gabe had their grandma, wich lends to Gabe and Cas have different paths in their lives.

THEIR ANCESTORS: Both, Cas and Gabe are related to vampire k!llers, In Gabe's case were vampire hunters and In Cas' case were witches (Constance Harlow k!lled a vampire once in a flashback).

THEY ARE THE BEST IN THEIR OWN COVENS: In the second book we see more about the covens, and there is a moment in the chapters 5 and 6 when the "Profesors" made the comment about Gabe and Cas been the best student/hunter, we may thought that they said that because they are the protagonist but actually it makes a lot of sense; in Gabe's case we know they love learn new things, and that they are protective so it makes sense that they pay attention to self defense classes and practice them; now with Cas we know that they love been a vampire so it makes sense that they have a lot of experience in different areas (haunting, fighting, etc).

THEIR LIKES/HOBBIES: This is quite short but Gabe loves play videogames and Cas loves comics, sometimes this can be related. (MC should take them to a comic con)

THEY ARE PROTECTORS: Gabe and Cas had passed through a lot of things, so when they care about someone they even risk their lives to make sure that they are ok, for example, when Cas took the blame for Seth in the first book or when they are trying to protect MC; not only that, they are good with children we can see this in the first book, when Gabe played guitar un the hospital or Cas helping the little girl in chapter 14.

EXTRA:

It's kind of funny but in the first book there are many dialogues of Cas and Gabe refering themselves as meat to MC XD.

Other thing that i forgot to mention is that Cas and Gabe took MC to the same lake

For me, Cas and Gabe are the souls in Immortal Desires, even with their problems I think that deep down they care about each other and in the end Gabe, Cas and MC need to be together, it doesn't matter if they are in a love relationship or they are just friends, they need to be together or the things can go to the wrong way, ID: Paths not Taken is a great example.

#immortal desires #immortal desires 2 #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #choices immortal desires #immortal desires paths not taken #i love them so much #hoping for Immortal Desires book 3

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teatreejammer · 8 months ago

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Wildworks at salt lake comic con, sept. 5th 2013

“Smart Bomb Interactive (SBI) brought a team of six people from their production to demonstrate and explain the process of creating a character in a video game.

The process is explained using a little jargon as possible, but remained as educational as possible.

For the sake of the presentation the team used the character Sir Gilbert from the National Geographic game “Animal Jam.”

The process starts off with a writer and artist creating the initial concept. Adam Hunter and Taylor Maw explained how they started off by making small sketches of tigers before deciding on a concept of James Earl Jones, the voice of Mufasa from The Lion King.

Maw further explained how the character goes through revisions on what’s practical or not before ending the image to the 3D artist, in this case Dave Hilden.

Hilden shows the process and uses the 2D drawings as reference before sending the model to Mac McCann for rigging.

McCann makes a joke about how rigging, a term for giving 3D models a skeleton, is also a nautical term and says that rigging “probably has something to do with boats.”

McCann provided more humor by showing that the skeleton is needed or else the model would warp rather than bend, showing Sir Gilbert be distorted by stretching him out.

Nathan Riddle and Steve Fox explained the next steps which were animation and clean up.

The SBI team then allowed audience members to ask questions.

Questions involved working with Snoopy for “Snoopy Flying Ace” and why they use 3D models for sprite creation.

The most notable question and response was if they looked for a degree or portfolio when hiring. The reponse was that they laughed at applicants who brought in a bad portfolio, or no portfolio, but exclaimed the fact that they had a degree. They look for a great portfolio, or even just potential in a portfolio and artist.

Overall this was a great and informative panel from local game studio Smart Bomb Interactive.”

source: https://www.globeslcc.com/2013/09/08/smart-bomb-brings-characters-to-life/

plus this thing is the only thing i can find on it, (unless there is an unlabeled recording of the panel on youtube, unlikely)

#Animal jam #jamblr #I am disappointed that i couldn’t see this in video form #instead of having it described to me by a boring reporter

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dixonsdarkelf · 5 months ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Two

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Story is 18+ for mature content/themes, minors do not interact please

TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

Each chapter will have its own TW/CWs listed

This story, Lydia Vector, her family & bestie (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, attempted sexual assault (there will be notes in the story for when that section starts and ends if you want to skip it), an absolute POS making asinine and untrue claims about Daryl, violence, blood, mentions of nausea/vomiting/queasiness, mention of panic attacks

Word count: 4.1k

I yawned into Daryl's chest and looked out the window, the sun just starting to peek over the tree line in the distance. "I haven't watched a sunrise in ages," I said, sleep heavy in my voice.

"Won't be able to watch it if ya don't keep ya eyes open," he teased. I let out another small yawn and reached for my glasses, which I had set on the windowsill at some point during the night. I blew lightly on the lenses, causing dust to float around them.

"They're so pretty," I gushed, slipping my glasses back onto my nose. I immediately cozied back up to Daryl, finding myself aching for his touch in the couple of seconds I was away from it.

"Sunrises?"

"Yeah. Reminds me of home. The colors of a Midwestern sunrise are like nothing I've ever seen. All of the different shades of blue, orange, pink...it's fucking magical." I blinked sleep from my eyes as I continued my story. "My family would sometimes vacation up in northern Michigan, on one of the Great Lakes, and the sunrises and sunsets were out of this world. Kathryn would usually come, as she'd kind of become an honorary member of the family, and she and I would get up extra early just to watch them."

The sun crept its way over the horizon, bathing everything in sight in its golden hue, including us. The heat tickled my face, which I welcomed after my nose being cold all night. Nostalgia swelled in my chest, memories from all the mornings Kathryn and I spent on chilly, dew-covered lawns flipping through my mind like a flip-book video. I could see Daryl's head tilted down towards me in my peripheral.

"Daryl, you're gonna miss it," I said, not taking my eyes off the sun for even a second. I wanted to soak in every moment of that view, and I wanted him to as well.

"Like my view a little better," Daryl whispered. I felt his nose in my hair as he planted another kiss on my head, this one closer to my forehead. I was blushing heavily, and I was sure that it was obvious.

Our beautiful, blissful moment was rudely interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, the echoes of the creaky hinges reverberating off the walls.

"Hey Daryl, Glenn said you—" I heard Maggie start to say before she stopped in her tracks at the sight of us. Daryl snaked his arm out from around me, and I let go as well. It felt like there was an urgency in the way he released me from his grip, but I didn't take it personally. I knew it probably made him uncomfortable to be romantically affectionate in front of other people.

"Hey Maggie," I said as I picked my notebook up off the ground. Should've grabbed her jaw for her while I was down there as well.

"H-hi," she responded, her voice catching in her throat, "you two have a good night?" Daryl grabbed his crossbow and swung it over his shoulder, giving Maggie a nod as he walked by.

"Mhm," I replied, giving her a small shoulder check as I walked past. I turned around and mouthed "I'll tell you later" with a big grin on my face before following Daryl outside.

I jogged a little to catch up to Daryl, but a small patch of daisies on the side of the road stopped me in my tracks. I let out a soft, excited little "ooh," which caught his attention. I squatted down and plucked the little white flower from the ground, twirling it in my fingers.

"How come daisies are ya favorite?" Daryl asked as he squatted down next to me.

"They symbolize new beginnings and the purity of love." I continued to twirl the little flowers in my fingers as I plucked another one from the ground. "It sounds silly when I say it out loud, but that's why." I handed one of the daisies to him. "Have you been in love before, Daryl?"

He twirled the small flower in his hand, hesitating before he answered. "Dunno."

"You'd know if you had," I explained, "it's a very distinct feeling. There's nothing like it." I took the daisy in my hand and tucked it behind my ear, bringing my hair over my ear to help keep it in place. "I really enjoyed our night, Daryl. Let me know next time you have overnight watch again. If you want my company, that is."

"Always want ya company," he said, taking another daisy from the ground and handing it to me.

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"You think we found the winner?" I asked him.

"I think so," Aaron said, adjusting the top of the prosthetic around his leg, "this one feels the best."

Aaron's leg had healed enough for a prosthetic, and I finally got to tell him about the surprise I'd been keeping a secret for weeks now. He was elated, ecstatic to get to the infirmary as quickly as possible and get back on his feet. Or foot. I helped him hobble over, and we spent an hour in there, fitting and adjusting all of the prosthetics to find the one that would work best. And we'd finally found it. It was like trying on shoes, but worse, and I could tell he was relieved that we'd found the one.

"Alright, you're gonna have to get used to standing first. It'll take some time for your body to find its center of gravity again. Let me help you up." I stood from my chair and reached out for Aaron to take my hands. He stood from his spot on the infirmary table, wobbling a little as he tried to find his balance. "Hold onto the table. I'll see if I can find a cane or something around here. I'm sure I saw one at some point." I started rummaging through one of the cabinets at the back of the infirmary.

"Now missy, while I do this, you owe me a Daryl update," he demanded. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically.

Aaron had become like a brother to me in my time at Alexandria. He was my first friend there, a great confidant, and an all-around wonderful human being. Because of that, I was a little more comfortable sharing updates with him regarding my and Daryl's relationship, as I knew he would take anything I told him to his grave. He was one of the few people I could talk to who knew how to keep their mouth shut. Don't get me wrong, I shared things with my girlfriends too, but Aaron was a much better secret keeper than any of them were.

While I searched for a cane, I told Aaron about Daryl always checking on me every night after I'd fallen out of bed, him taking care of me after my night on binge drinking, and our overnight shift in the watchtower. How gentle he was when he touched me and spoke to me with the silkiest tone in his voice. How we were essentially a couple, besides the admission of feelings, kissing, and sleeping in the same bed together every night.

"Aaron, it was so cute. We were cozied up to each other all night. I was practically a puddle by the time Maggie came up to relieve us. He fucking kissed the top of my head. It was so cute, I wanted to throw up."

"He's a real softie for you, isn't he?" Aaron admired.

"Don't tell him I said that," I begged, "he'd kill me."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"He's supposed to be coming back tonight," I gushed, twirling a lock of my hair in my finger, "I'm excited. I've missed him."

"How come you haven't told him how you feel yet?" he inquired.

"I mean, I think it's pretty obvious with how we behave around each other. And I know he's...skittish when it comes to romance. At least that's what Carol told me. I take it he's probably not all that experienced in it, or maybe it's an insecurity thing. I don't know," I elaborated, "I've been too nervous to because I don't want to make him anxious and scare him off if I'm moving "too quickly." I decided some time ago that I was going to let him be the one to make moves first. Carol said to be patient with him, so I've been being extra patient. But damnit, sometimes I just wanna grab him by his face and plant one on him."

My hand landed on a cold metal rod, and I gripped it and pulled it out to reveal the cane I'd been searching for. "Ooh, I found it!" I scurried over to Aaron to hand it to him. "You'll need to use this for a while until your body gets used to being back on two feet again. Eventually, you'll be able to walk without it."

He took it in his hands, flipping it around before steadying himself on it. He shifted his weight onto the cane, trying to balance himself out before letting go of the table, keeping a hand hovering above it, just in case. I encouraged him to try taking a couple of steps in my direction, very slowly and carefully. Aaron tried taking a step, and it took a moment, but he was able to regain his balance after. Eventually, he seemed to find his footing. Still a little wobbly, like a baby deer, but it was a good start.

"God, this feels good," he sighed in relief. A giant grin spread across his face.

"Are you gonna make it home ok? Do you want my help?" I offered.

"Eric should be here any minute, but thank you." Just like that, the infirmary door swung open.

"Speak of the devil, and he doth appear," I chuckled. Eric looked amazed to see Aaron back on two feet. He ran over and embraced him in the tightest hug, causing Aaron to have to steady himself on the table again.

"This is so exciting!" Eric gushed, turning to me, "Jesus Vector, you're a miracle worker!"

"No miracle worker. It's just what I do," I replied, "he'll need to practice standing and finding his center of gravity again, and he'll need help walking for a while, especially going up and down the stairs. The cane will be mandatory. I'll check in with you now and then until we decide you don't need it anymore."

"I left the stove on to come get you, so we need to go," Eric said, placing an arm around Aaron to balance him, ushering him to the door. I ran ahead to hold it open for them.

"It was nice catching up with you, Vector," Aaron said, giving me a subtle wink, obviously referencing the Daryl update, "and thank you again. For everything."

"Likewise." I stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before going back inside.

Shortly after Aaron & Eric left, there was a soft knock at the door, and in came a blonde man, probably a little bit shorter than me. He was one of the guys who was usually on gate duty, none of whom I'd gotten to know all that well. He stood by the door, shifting back and forth on his feet for a moment before speaking. He looked shy, not very confident, but something about the tone of his voice made my skin crawl.

"Hi. I was, uh, wondering if I could see you about something. Doubt you remember me from the other night. My name's Jake," he said, giving me a small wave. The smile on his face was innocent enough, but I had this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to do one thing and one thing only—get out of there and run.

"Hi, Jake. Yeah I'm sorry, I don't remember you" I said, "but what can I help you with?" I gestured for him to sit up on the exam table, but he stayed put in his spot by the door. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I could feel him eyeing me up and down. That feeling in the pit of my stomach only intensified.

"You're Dixon's girl, right?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't belong to anyone. And mine and Daryl's relationship isn't any of your business."

"Saw you two in the watchtower the other night," he explained, and I scrunched my nose in disgust at the thought of him watching us for God knows what reason, "he talks about you a lot."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure," I said sarcastically. If Daryl talked about me with anyone, I knew it wasn't this clown. "Now what do you want?"

"Talked about how good he fucked you when you were out cold after the party the other night," Jake grinned.

Goosebumps rose all over my body, and my blood ran cold. I knew he was just trying to make me uncomfortable, to get me to question my trust in Daryl. But even if it was just some sick tactic of his, it made me nauseous. How dare he try to accuse such a sweet, wonderful human being of such a thing. How dare he try to tarnish Daryl's name like that. My stomach was churning, and I could feel myself starting to get triggered, my body wanting to slip into a panic attack, but I maintained my composure.

"I know what you're doing, asshole," I seethed, "don't you bring Daryl into this. If you don't have anything medical to ask me about, get the fuck out." He stepped closer, and my hand started wandering to my knife.

*If you would like to skip the part containing the attempted SA, I would stop here. I will put when it’s safe to resume again*

"I do," Jake said. A smirk formed on his face that sent chills down my whole body. "I've been struggling with some...dysfunction. Was hoping you could help me with that." He took another couple of steps closer to me before he started pawing at his package, and my stomach dropped. I bit my tongue to keep my composure as I whipped my knife out, holding it in his direction.

"You can leave now. Before things get ugly." My hand holding the knife was shaking ever so slightly, despite my attempts to hold myself together, and I think he could tell. I stepped in his direction, causing him to back up towards the wall.

"C'mon, not even a little help? Thought it was your job, doc," he huffed. The way he called me "doc" made my skin crawl.

"You're lucky I'm giving you the option to walk out," I said.

I thought it might end there, that he might turn around and walk out that door with no further confrontation. Then I could lock myself in the infirmary and cry in the corner until Daryl got back. He was closer to the wall now, close enough to the door that he could just turn around and leave. Unfortunately, it didn't work out the way I hoped.

He lunged at me, knocking my arm and causing the knife to fall from my hand, which slid across one of the infirmary tables and clattered onto the floor. He grabbed the collar of my shirt with both hands and yanked, causing it to tear down the middle and expose my bra. Before he could move his hands anywhere else, I kneed him in the crotch, sending him stumbling backward. I grabbed a scalpel off one of the tables and dove for him, flipping him around and pinning him against the wall. One of my legs was wedged between his, keeping him still. One hand was holding his against his back, and the other was holding the scalpel to the back of his neck. I was panting, trying to get my breathing back to normal and get my heart to calm down from the adrenaline rush.

*Safe to resume again if you skipped the attempted SA scene*

"Wasn't expecting you to fight back like that," Jake huffed as he tried to catch his breath, "it was kinda hot." I swallowed hard to suppress the queasiness in my stomach and keep myself from throwing up. He fought against me, and I pushed my body weight into him further to keep him pinned in place. Jake apparently wasn't privy to the knowledge of my three Navy SEAL brothers and the skills they had given me.

"Y'know, there's a sweet spot right between two of your vertebrae that I could take this scalpel and just–" I swung the scalpel close to his face and made a 'swish' noise–"give it one little flick of the wrist. You wouldn't bleed out, it wouldn't kill you. Oh no, not even close. But you'd be paralyzed from the waist down, and you'd never walk again."

"You're bluffing," he hissed as he writhed against my leg.

"Best case scenario for you is I am bluffing, and you walk away with nothing more than a small injury in your back. Worst case scenario, I'm not, and you lose your ability to walk. Is that really something you're willing to gamble with in a world like this?" I pressed my leg that was between his further up into his crotch, causing him to yelp a little in surprise and pain. "I'm going to let you go now, and you're going to walk out that door and never speak to me, not even so much as look in my direction, again. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," he whispered. His voice almost sounded like he was holding back tears. Good. Let him feel even a fraction of the fear that he instilled in me.

I backed off of him slowly, walking backward until I saw my knife. I bent down and picked it up, never once taking my eyes off of him. "Now get out before I decide to use the big one."

He backed away from the wall and went for the door, never turning to look at me. He opened the door and stepped out, letting it swing slowly behind him. I cautiously rose from my spot on the floor and kept my knife out in front of me as I walked to the door to lock it. To my surprise, the door swung open, and an arm shot out and gripped onto my wrist, yanking me outside. Before I could process what was happening, a fist came in contact with my nose, sending pain radiating all across my face and sending me stumbling back a few feet.

People started to gather on the lawn, stopping whatever they were doing in their tracks to watch the fight that was about to break out. I was doubled over, hands resting on my knees and letting blood drip onto the ground in front of me. The pain was indescribable, and it was spreading from my nose to my under-eyes and down my cheeks. I could already feel it bruising. With how I was feeling, I should've been crying, screaming in pain. I looked up at Jake, who was standing over me, that stupid smirk still on his face. Much to his surprise, I started laughing.

"That was a weak-ass punch," I taunted. From my doubled-over position, I swung my arm up and punched him in the nose. My hit was much harder, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass. My nose was in pain, but it wasn't broken. I was almost certain I'd broken his.

"You fucking bitch!" he cried out, holding a hand to his mouth to capture the blood streaming down into it. He spat some of it onto the ground next to him. "You fucking broke my nose!"

"I could've done worse," I seethed. The taste of copper filled my mouth as blood poured from my nose. I spat a glob of it onto the ground, and some sprayed off of my lips onto my face. I heard a set of footsteps running from behind me, and they sped past me over to Jake. Another person came running over, stopping between us.

"What the hell is going on?" a voice boomed. I looked up and saw Rick, who looked down at me with sympathy in his eyes when he saw the blood pouring from my nose.

"She fucking broke my nose!" Jake shouted. Glenn and Eric were holding him by his arms and yanking him to his feet, practically manhandling him. If looks could kill, Glenn's facial expression would've had Jake six feet under in seconds.

"You punched me first!" Tears were now streaming down my face, mixing with the blood and creating an awful salty-penny taste on my tongue. The mixture was all over my teeth and chin and was dripping down onto my chest, and given that my shirt had been torn nearly in half, it was creating quite a mess.

"You threatened to paralyze me!" he yelled. I started walking towards him, but Rick held an arm out to stop me. Rosita and Maggie had come up next to me, ready to hold me back if I tried lunging at Jake.

"Because you tried to assault me, you jackass!" I screamed. Even though I was embarrassed having all these eyes on me, nearly half-naked in front of the whole community, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted them all to know what kind of man Jake really was.

"Ooh, Daryl might actually kill him," Maggie whispered.

"Alright, everyone settle down. There's nothing to see here. Go home, we've got it from here," Rick ordered like the cop he was. Everyone except him, myself, Jake, Glenn, Rosita, Eric, and Maggie left. When it was just us left on the lawn, I launched in Jake's direction. I was far from finished with him.

The rage that was coursing through my body ascended beyond any words in the English language. All of the hurt, anger, sadness, fear, and pure rage that my body had been storing for months came spilling out all at once. My skin was hot and tingling. My blood was boiling. Every cell in my body was on fire, and it felt like there was smoke coming out of my ears. Rosita and Maggie were quick to grab me by the arms and pull me back. I fought against them, lightly as I knew it was a futile attempt.

"I'm so fucking sick of men like you! Men who think they can just take whatever they want from any woman they want! I'll fucking gouge your eyes out, you hear me? I'll gouge them out and shove them down your throat, you fucking bastard! I'll make you choke on your nuts, you motherfucker!" I'm sure the scene had to be frightening to my friends, as they'd never seen me act like that before. They'd never seen this type of reaction from me. This was pure, unadulterated rage, and they were getting both an eye and an earful.

The sound of the front gate opening got everyone's attention. They all turned to look, but I didn't. I knew it was Daryl and the guys coming back from their trip. And I knew Maggie was right—when Daryl saw what happened, he might actually kill Jake. And I think everyone in that circle knew that too.

"Glenn, Eric, take him to the cell," Rick ordered, "for his own safety. Stay until I get there." Rick reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, tossing them to Glenn. He and Eric quickly escorted Jake away. Rick nodded to Rosita and Maggie, who let go of my arms. "I'm sorry. I'll talk to Daryl, tell him what happened. Go take care of yourself. We'll deal with Jake." He gave me a fatherly pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks, cowboy," I said. I spat more blood out and slid past him, going back into the infirmary before Daryl was able to join the others. I heard his bike pull up shortly after I shut myself inside, and I knew things were going to get ugly soon.

I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the small mirror above it. The area below my nose, my mouth, and my chin were completely coated in blood, my cheeks were stained with tears, and it looked like I was already starting to bruise under my eyes, which was emphasized by my dark circles from hardly sleeping while Daryl was away. Large splotches of blood dotted my collarbone and my chest, some as far down as my cleavage. I saw myself standing there, shirt torn almost completely in half, covered in blood that was still flowing, and I did the only thing I could. I collapsed back into the nearest chair and started crying.

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of-stars-and-chaos · 2 years ago

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Lamb

Pairing: KIng Loki (Old Loki) x fem!reader

Summary: Life in your village is boring and predictable for the most part, until one day when you stumble across a stranger near the lake. Horny shenanigans ensue.

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, smut, dub-con, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, biting, rough sex, overstimulation, teasing, horn kink?, voice kink, implied large age gap, reader is implied to be over 18 tho, King Loki is creepy and has some nasty vibes just beware unless you're into that, but he's also kinda funny, King Loki also has a hair reveal in this

A/N: This really is just self indulgent thirsting over crusty old Loki from the AoA comics, idk what else to say... please leave a like, reblog and comment if you also love morally dubious old men in viking gimp suits. I hope I'm not the only one who simps over this old hag. (this is the first fic I've shared over from my AO3 yay!)

“Who are you?” You asked. Quite frightened by the man before you; he appeared very tall and thin, yet lean and well muscled, and he wore strange green leathery clothes and a golden helmet with large curved horns.

He was kneeled down near the bank of the river, and at your arrival and voice, his face turned, his eyes darting up to you; they were a striking green, rimmed with dark makeup. And he was old in the face, far older than his body appeared to imply. He sized you up quickly, from your loose long hair to the slightly tattered frills of your dress. His thin lips curled a little.

“No one of consequence, not to you, my dear.” He said. His voice was refined, like someone of nobility, it was deep and gravelly from age. He gave one more sweeping glance of the river before sighing and standing up.

You stepped backwards.

The man turned to you, tilting his head. “Are you going to run away? Call upon your village men to come and deal with me?”

You swallowed. “I… No.” You were not sure why, there was just something about him that made you curious… he did not seem dangerous, just very strange. Something drew you to him, and you wanted to find out what and why.

You could see his clothing better now that he stood. The dark green fabric was tight to his body, outlining his muscles and collarbones. He had a sash around his waist, as well as decorative golden hoops hanging from his narrow hips. Around his shoulders was a thick furred pelt that hung to his mid back and made his frame appear broader than it was.

“But I’m an outsider. A dangerous spying stranger.” He said theatrically, wiggling his long, bony fingers for effect.

You frowned, trying to cover up your smile. “No. I won’t say anything.”

A grin stretched on his gaunt face. “Oh, you are a sweet little lamb, aren’t you?” His gaze drifted to your basket. “What are you doing out this far? It’s dangerous to wander past the borders of the village, you know. You never know what kind of monsters are about.”

“I’m foraging. Who are you?”

He smiled wider. He took a careful step towards you, making you tense a little.

“Would it be a little too alarming to tell you I’m a god?”

“A little.”

“Well, I can’t avoid that unfortunately. You can call me Loki.”

“Loki.” You echoed. “Why do you dress like this, wear those?” You gestured to his helmet.

Loki scoffed as he got within arms reach of you. He was very tall. You barely made it up to the height of his shoulders. “What a rude thing to say. I expected better from polite little village girls.”

“I have never seen anyone like you before.” You said defensively. You held your basket a little closer in front of yourself. “And I am a woman, not a girl.”

“Oh, well pardon me.” Loki said, mocking you. “Tell me,” He tilted his head at you again, the gesture made his great horns move through the air in a way that had you staring more at them than his actual face. “Why haven’t you run? You can’t be that desperate for male attention, now, lambkin.”

You flushed and averted your eyes from the rude old man- god- whatever he was.

“Oh.” He chuckled darkly. “I was joking, you know. And I thought you were the innocent type, but morally dubious old men do it for you, hm?”

“Please.” You didn’t want him to taunt you. “Leave me alone.”

“Oh, but you don’t really want me to do that. Do you?”

You took a deep breath, looking around. You paced a bit in the long grass, walking as if to go back to your village, then circling back to him. You hated to admit that he was attractive- in more ways than just physical appearance. His attitude was so full of swagger and confidence, his garb and means of being here were mysterious and so unusual… and you, unfortunately, were never very strong when it came to the temptation of the unknown. Your curiosity had gotten you into trouble in the past, but that had never seemed to stop you. Thinking with your pussy hadn’t gotten you into bad trouble yet, but there was a first time for everything.

You pouted a little as you looked him up and down again. Loki could only watch you with plain amusement in his deeply hooded, dark rimmed eyes; eyes so sharp and cunning they almost scared you.

“I like your horns.” You finally said.

“Oh, I bet you do. All the chicks dig the horns.” He smirked and decided to walk around you. “I’m getting tired of being here. Would you like to follow me to someplace more interesting?”

You gulped, unsure of what he meant, and what to do.

“Come now, darling lamb, I wouldn’t dream of hurting such a pretty thing.” He grinned as he walked past you, his strides long and his pace fast and swift. It was obvious he had a destination in mind.

Your curiosity- of course it was purely your curiosity and not the eagerness in your lower gut and the fluttering in your chest- got the better of you.

“You remind me of The Horned God.” You said as you meekly followed behind him, trying your hardest to keep up with his long legs.

He peered at you from over his shoulder. “Now, where did you hear of that?”

“I shouldn’t say.” You realised, biting your lip.

“Dear, dear.” He tutted. “Hearing things you shouldn’t, hey? You seem to want to get yourself in all sorts of trouble. Following me definitely counts as trouble,” Loki turned suddenly, making you come to a halted stop before you collided with his chest. He looked down at you with unabashed hunger and playfulness. “It’s been a long time since a mortal found the courage to approach me, and under such base, primal circumstances at that. It’s really adorable.”

He extended his long fingered hand to your face, stroking down your cheek to rest under your chin, tilting it up to him as he examined your features. “You must be truly desperate,” He leaned in until you could smell his leathery scent. “Needy, pathetic little thing.”

You blushed hotly, breathing with your mouth parted. Caught like a stunned animal. “Y-you won’t hurt me? Will you?”

He laughed at you, patting your cheek rather harshly. “Sweet lambkin, don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Loki turned and continued as quickly as he had stopped, leading you to what appeared to be a cave, but upon entering through the leafy doorway you realised it was a huge tree. The vast space underneath the canopy of thick branches was akin to the inside of a large tent.

You could see that he had been staying here temporarily; there was a smouldering fire as well as a few bags of supplies lying around.

Loki leaned against the trunk of the tree in the centre, arms crossed as he continued to look you over. “There are few who can accept their carnal desires. And fewer that can openly express them around strangers.”

“I’m not-...” You started, then stubbornly looked at the ground.

“Oohoh, yes you are. You are so very shy about it, but don’t play coy with me, girl, I’ve been around long enough to know how the song and dance goes.” He raised a humoured brow. “But it’s certainly been a while. I’m glad I haven’t lost my touch in the art of seducing mortals, especially the ones who know they shouldn’t want me.” He gestured with his long, gloved fingers for you to come closer.

You felt your feet move towards him despite your common sense telling you to flee. Things in the air had changed, and you finally felt some true fear of him. His eyes were no longer cunning- they were predatory.

You ended up in front of him, looking up at his old, handsome, sharp face.

“I take it you’re new to this.” Loki observed. “You seem eager, yet unpractised. Unsure.”

You nodded quietly, in awe and fear of him at the same time.

His lip curled. He stepped forward, starting to prowl around you as he spoke. “So small and timid… and so pretty… I bet many of the village men have their sights set on you? Can’t wait to turn you into their little wife, fill you with their babies and start a little family.”

You blushed hotter if that was possible, trying to look away from him as he circled around to your left, but he pulled your face back to look at you. He grinned, harshly grabbing your jaw, making his fingers dig into the flesh of your cheeks.

“Too bad for them, really. I’m going to ruin you first. Now get on your knees.”

He released his grip and you sank to your knees, placing your hands on his muscled thighs. You waited patiently.

“So obedient and submissive.” Loki cooed in praise as he began to remove the sash and belts from his waist, once out of the way he unlaced the reasonably tented crotch of his suit. “They’re there for a reason, by the way.” He offered, his dark rimmed eyes dropping to the golden metal hoops that hung at each of his hips.

You gulped again, feeling more naïve for not noticing his perverse accessories. You took a hold of the cold metal with trembling hands, watching silently as he pulled out his impressive cock. He tilted his head as he lazily stroked his length, watching you eye this new part of him with trepidation. “Don’t worry darling, it’s not that complicated. You just suck it and avoid biting.”

And without much more warning or instruction he pushed it past your open lips, making you take him in your mouth. You pulled and gripped onto the golden hoops as you tried to suck and lick, pulling back a little when he got close to the back of your throat- which was quickly due to the long length of him.

He took a fistful of your hair in his hand once you found a steady rhythm, you were drooling as you took his cock, wanting to please him, hollowing your cheeks around him, licking the underside of the shaft and sucking like you were dying of hunger. All the while the heat at the centre of your thighs grew, spiking with desire at all the sudden stimulation.

“What a good girl you are,” Loki said, an extra growl to his voice. “It’s like you’ve done this before.”

You frowned and pulled yourself off his cock. “I’ve been told how it is done, I just haven’-.”

“Now, now, no need to be snappish.” He sneered before pushing your head forward, back onto him. He let out a breathy grunt at the pleasurable feeling of your attentive mouth. “Apparently you’re more of a would-be-whore than I assumed.” He cracked a grin again as he looked down at you. “I just needed to break you in, hmm?”

He continued to smile nastily down at you, as you frowned and glared at his words, taking his cock as best as you could. Soon your mouth was getting sore, wetness from your saliva beginning to drip down your thighs, mixing with an entirely different wetness. You whined around his hot hard length, wanting it somewhere other than your mouth.

As soon as you did so he gripped your hair tighter and pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting it before breaking and dripping down, you whined again at the sight.

“What a horny little mess you are…” He purred. “Looks like you need some attention now, lamb?”

You could only nod, humming in acknowledgment as you started to unlace your dress. Before you could even get a good start on doing so however, he lowered himself to his knees and more or less tackled you to the ground, lowering your shoulders to the grass and dipping down to hurriedly lift up the layers of your dress and bury his head between your legs, pushing your thighs apart with his long hands. He didn’t even quip a smartass comment about your lack of undergarments, instead going in to broadly and unashamedly lick and suck at your slit and clit, alternating between the two rapidly and appearing to indulge in the act in a way that made you moan out in absolute shock and pleasure, gripping the horns on his helmet and angling your head out of their way.

The way he used his mouth was unlike anything you had ever imagined, and it wasn’t very long at all until you were reeling, your moans taking on a higher, alarmed pitch and wobbling in defeat as you came. Arching and twitching violently, Loki held your thighs firmly apart despite your muscles wanting to clench and close as you shuddered.

The first thing you could understand after that crashing orgasm was the pull of his horns as he lifted his head from between your legs, making you release them from your shaky, vice-like grip.

Loki chuckled breathily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose to look you in the face, which you were frankly a little too embarrassed to do. He sat back on his knees with all the swagger of someone who still had a raging hard-on, and looked you over appreciatively while taking off his helmet- which you almost objected to, considering it was honestly a turn-on, and also because you were worried about what he’d look like under it. But to your pleasant surprise he removed the helmet and head-cap to reveal locks of dark ebony hair, long and gorgeous despite the subtle streaks of grey, and the slightly greasy look. The hair framed his gaunt, sharp face in a way that made you possibly more attracted to him than before. His body was already so tall and tight and muscled, this was almost too much. The fact that this old man could have so many desirable features to him made your core clench and throb with fresh want.

You desperately fumbled with your dress again, ripping and shedding it from your body as you whined at him with glazed over eyes.

“Do you want something, lambkin?”

“I want you inside me, please, please, please-” You whimpered. Your need currently overshadowing your embarrassment at how pathetic you sounded.

He chuckled deeply, grabbing your thighs and pulling them up around his waist as he lowered himself to you, his hair soon curtaining around your faces. He nudged your slick entrance with the tip of his cock for longer than you thought was necessary, teasing you by sliding in a little only to pull back out and slide over your slit.

You whined in a high pitch, needy tone, hoping he would give in and take pity on you already. He was teasing you too much and he knew it. You barely knew what was even happening anymore, it was all so overwhelming. “Don’t you think it’s wrong?” He purred. “An old, nasty thing like me, fucking such a young pretty thing like you?”

“I don’t c-care.” You whimpered in desperation.

Loki exhaled a short laugh before he pushed inside and let your tight body adjust to his size. You gasped and whined in hurt and want, your body not entirely sure how it wanted to react to the intrusion.

He let out a hum of pleasure at the feeling of your tightness wrapped around him, before cooing at you smugly. “Poor little thing, I bet it hurts? Doesn’t it?” He emphasised his words by pushing further in, at your limits.

You let out a quiet, strained yelp. “Y-yes.”

He looked at you with hazy eyes, starting to slowly rock his hips. The stretch was indeed painful, but the feeling of his cock stroking the tender, sensitive flesh of your insides and reaching further than you believed anything could go; it was euphoric. And you found that you could hardly focus on anything other than the sensation. Loki started to pick up the pace of his thrusts just before he adjusted his grip on your legs, bending and pushing them down until your knees were at your shoulders. He dipped his face down so he could drag his tongue up the length of your neck, only to drag his teeth back down, biting playfully at the join of your neck and shoulder. As he did this his hips slowed, his thrusts deeper, straining into places that made you yelp and cry out. You could practically feel him in your stomach.

Loki’s voice was like gravel as he chuckled at your reactions, pushing in again and again at the same spot, watching you and feeling you. “How does it feel to have your guts rearranged by my cock?” His voice rasped at your ear. “I bet it burns, doesn’t it? It kindles a fire in you, you’re not going to last much longer, lamb…” His dexterous fingers slipped from one of your legs, down to your clit, teasing it with soft touches.

You whined desperately and squirmed underneath him, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your breathing. “Yes… please!…”

He grinned before removing himself from you completely, whipping his hair out of his face as he stood. “Get up, lamb.”

“No!- Why?” You whined in confusion, aching for a release that had been ruined. Your body felt heavy and sore due to his rough handling.

“If you want my cock back in you, you’ll get up and do as I say.”

At that you stumbled awkwardly to your feet. You realised that you were completely naked and he was still wearing more or less everything you’d found him in, apart from the helmet and belt sash. You frowned at him in annoyance.

“Good girl.” He purred. Stepping around you again like a stalking predator, then without warning, picked you up by the thighs, making you straddle his hips. You held onto the furs at his shoulders for dear life, feeling his muscled body flush against your own and his erection against your ass.

He nuzzled into your neck as he held you, his mouth licking and biting, enveloping you with his hair once again. The combined sensations were utterly intoxicating, and you fell at his mercy again willingly. He slowly walked to the tree, pressing your back up to the wide, tall trunk.

You wanted to kiss his mouth, but at the moment that thought manifested in your mind he moved one hand from your thigh to pull at your hair, yanking your head to one side and giving him full access to your neck. In response to the lack of support you linked your legs around him securely, digging your heels into his lower back.

You tried to angle your head back towards him, looking pointedly from his eyes to his mouth, breath panting out of your lips.

Loki crooned with heavily lidded eyes. “Such a desperate mess of a thing for me, aren’t you, darling?” He laughs deeply at you again, trailing his little love bites along your jaw, muttering into your skin. “But you haven’t earned heartfelt kissing just yet.” He moved to bite your neck again and add to the blooming marks as he devoured you with his needy, messy, strong, base lust.

His hand left your hair to reposition himself at your wet, slippery slit. Sheathing his hard cock back inside and causing you to gasp and moan. He felt so big inside you, and the change in position had him rubbing up against places that made you keen and roll your own hips to meet his thrusts. You felt close again, on the edge as your clit was stimulated by your bodies every time your hips met, adding the much needed friction. If you were honest with yourself, you believed that he could make you cum by his growly, deep voice and cock alone if it ever came to that, it felt so incredibly good that you almost didn’t want it to stop. The friction mixed with the new demanding, rough, claiming bites sent you into your second orgasm. Shuddering and clenching around his length as he had to slow a little at your tightness, a groan sounded low in his throat at the feeling, making you whine and clutch at his shoulders tightly as you rode through your climax.

Loki didn’t stop however, continuing his fast, desperate pace as soon as your muscles relaxed enough to allow it. It made you truly wonder how long he could last. His breathing was ragged, his eyes filled with a manic gleam as he looked down his sharp nose to you.

You were continuously whimpering due to your sensitivity as he kept going, sometimes pushing in deep and holding there before restarting the fast more shallow pace.

“Do you like how I feel inside of you? Do you think a simple man could make you feel the same way?” He leaned down to mouth and kiss at the top of your breast, trailing up from it back to your neck.

“I… No!” You managed out. Desperate for him to just finish, willing to say anything in order to please him.

“Of course not.” He snarled, his mouth just under your ear. “I am a god. And you belong to me. Now why don’t you be a good little lamb and cum again for me?” He growled against your ear, his free hand grasped and squeezed your breast, the pace of his thrusts becoming erratic.

You keened, at first unsure but then swelling with the building tension of another release as he intentionally rammed his cock into your sweet spots. You arched against him, your body pulsing and wracked with spasms as you cried his name in repeated praise.

That did it for him. You heard a deep groan of abandon just as you felt his teeth sink into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He thrust his big cock deep inside of your tight constricting pussy as he came, spilling his warm liquid into your depths. You felt every spurt and each pulsation as you were intimately connected.

Part of you wanted to scream at him, and the other part was too sated and tingling with pleasure to care.

#King Loki x reader #Old Loki x reader #x reader smut #female reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader #King Loki #smut fic

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dalt20 · 2 months ago

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Tooning In 19. Ken Mitcherony part 1 of 4 (maybe, or alternatively about a half of Ken)

DL:So I ask you, who are you,what do you do, and what you're best known for?

KM:Ken Mitchroney, Carbon based unit. I do a lot of things but let's boil it down too, animation studio swiss army knife and comic book artist. Best known for Teenage Mutant ninja Turtles Adventures comic books and numerous animated features and TV shows. None of my skills include proof reading as we will see here.😄

DL:Lol! So growing up, how was your childhood?

KM: Middle class, Florida upbringing. No complaints.

DL:So, what were your favorite cartoons growing up?

KM:Warner Brothers and Tom and Jerry cartoons mostly. Some of the Hanna Barbera tv cartoons as well.

DL:So when did you decide you wanted to become an animator?

KM:Once I found out what they were.I think I was like, ten?

DL:So did you practice drawing? Like trying to draw the characters you see on Tv? Like how do they work?

KM:Constantly. And comic books and comic strips. Just trying to crack the code back then. It's how you learn.

DL:Yeah, kinda me too! It's just so hard. Until I found a book called How to Draw Animated Cartoons. That book taught me how to draw cartoons and design them.

KM:Yeah. Preston Blair's book on animation was the turning point. Found it in an art supply store in Lake Worth and it changed everything.That and getting a 16mm camera and learning how film works and is put together.

DL:I know, he just made everything look so easy! Especially character construction!

KM:The building blocks.

DL:Yeah! So,how was high school?

KM: had a different kind of high school experience than most. A friend of my fathers, Archie Di Bacco started a private school that had its own way of teaching and also focusing heavily on the arts. Being that I'm highly dyslexic, I was struggling in regular school because no one catered to this back then, so my folks sent me to Di Bacco School.I flourished there being a visual thinker.I learned film making, animation ,photography, broadcasting art and art theory and a ton of other skills. What a great place.Saved my life and loaded my gun for the careers I had coming.I was also in communication with Bob Clampett, Tex Avery, Mel Blanc and Friz Freling by this time. Great mentors 3000 miles away.And they were very kind with their time on the rare times I would come out.

DL:So how did you enter the industry after school? Was it hard? Because you didnt work in animation until 1988.

KM:Yeah, It was frustrating. Friz offered me a job at DFE but, I told him I wanted to finish my last year of high school and I would be back. The industry changed from cartoons to more realistic superhero shows and my portfolio didn't reflect the change so, even though I knew people, I could not get hired so I went back home, Licked my wounds and started to work in Comics and film until something broke.And it did. I was at comic con in San Diego promoting my book, Space Ark and Jerry Beck came by my table. " Sody Clampett has been trying to get a hold of you. They are doing a new Beany and Cecil television show and the family wants you to come in and Interview." My wife flew back to Florida. I took the train to Burbank and got the job. God bless Bob Clampett and the family.From then on it was animation, comic books and live action film.

DL:So,I want to ask you something.

KM:Why I'm here😄

DL:So are you a furry? According to your WikiFur page?

KM:Actually no. Space Ark was the first real funny animal comic book out there in the early 80's. I was not aware of the furry movement then but it was embraced by them and I think that's where all this came from. I have some friends who were into all that and I was happy to drop a few Space Ark drawings in fanzines as favors but that was about it. Guilt by association.

DL:Like Mike Kazaleh and Marc Schrimster?They were your colleagues right?'

KM:And friends, yeah. Good guys and very talented artists.

DL:I know! I have one of Mike's Captain Jack books!

KM:Yeah. Mike's books came after Cutie Bunny and Space Ark hit the stands. I wish more people remembered what we did back then. That self publishing time back in the early 80's was something else. A lot of talented guys and gals followed us and they and their books are sadly forgotten now.

DL:Yeah, I mean the most known funny animal comic now is Cerbus the Aardvark!

KM:I got a very nice write up in one of the Cerbus editorials back then when we all met up for the Comic Book Creator Rights Conference in North Hampton that my old pals Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird put on.Talking about how funny animal comic book artist are the Rodney Dangerfield of the industry.😄 But I digress.

DL:Haha! So back on track, Beany and Cecil for DiC, Bob Clampett Productions and ABC.

KM:Yup!

DL:How was working on it as a layout artist?

KM:It was fine. John.K was very demanding about what he needed and kept us all on our toes. I learned a lot about TV production, schedules and studio politics and made friends with guys who would ask me to go on to be life long trench buddies in the business. It was a shame it ended so quickly.

DL:From an interview from DiC vice president Robby London, said it was a nightmare in production. especially John K, as he would draw stuff in the episode nobody would see.

KM:Being a mindless production drone at the time, we didn't really hear about that until the day we all got cut.So I went back to Florida again and then got the call to come back out and work on Tiny Toons so, it all worked out.

DL:So who called you? Tom Ruegger?

KM:Eddie Fitzgerald. He wanted to get the old Beany band back together again.So we all just migrated back there. And Mike Kazaleh graciously let me sleep on the couch in his living room.

DL:What a nice guy!

KM:Indeed.

DL:So what is a layout artist? Is he the guy who draws the poses for the in-betweener to draw, creating motion?

KM:You do key pose drawings for the overseas animators based on the storyboard. A lot like what an animation director would do back in the old days. This also included background keys from time to time. I was also doing storyboard revision and clean up by this time.

DL:Ah, so what did you think of doing a Muppet Babies version of the Looney Tunes?

KM:They were their own thing so I didn't have a problem with it at all. The fact we got to draw the real Loony Tunes guys from time to time was a real treat.And we got to work with some of the old WB mid timers. What an education. For me anyway.

DL:cool! Were you a caricature in Tiny Toons?

This is a splash page of all of the crew who worked on tiny toons circa 1990. Notice the guy with the derp stare and big forehead on the right, yeah that’s Bruce Timm, creator of Batman: the Animated Series.

This was all the crew on the show.

KM:Bruce Time taught himself how to do caricatures and he went nuts during production. Funny stuff. I'm right in front of Jeff Pidgeon in this one.

DL:Yeah, you were so tiny in that one!Did Bruce Timm really have a big forehead?

KM:Yeah. Both of us did in his drawings.😄

DL:Ah ok.

KM:Some amazingly talented folks in that one.

DL:I thought he wore glasses?This was a caricature of himself in Batman.

This is the character Ted Dymer, the main antagonist of the Batman:TAS episode, Beware the Grey Ghost. Who is also modeled after and voiced by Bruce Timm. notice the glasses and blonde hair?

Did he wear glasses later?

KM:We all did. Thanks animation.

DL:Yeah. So Taz Mania for FOX as a layout artist?

KM:I was a story artist by that time and was doing development with Jeff Pidgeon on Taz Mania. Jeff left to work on the Simpsons and then a little commercial house up north called Pixar. I went back home to Florida and got called back to do story on Taz once it got greenlit.

DL:So how was working there? with Bill Kopp and Mike Milo and some guy who's first name is Art

KM:Same old same old.Bill and I are certifiable and should not be left unsupervised. Hahaha!!!

DL:Lol!So you left WB in 1991, why did you?

KM:They would not let me move up to director so I followed Art Leonardi over to Universal to get their animation studio up and running. Being that I was a live action guy and understood his film language, Steven had me come back and re-board the mine chase in the Tiny Toons summer vacation special. I never received credit for that one but hey, it was for Steven and I love that guy's work. But yeah. I did a lot of development pitch art and storyboards for things like The Munsters and Oswald the Magical Rabbit. We also did work for Shelly Duvall's Bedtime Stories and whatever needed bandaids over there.

DL:Can you tell me what was the Oswald reboot?This was pre Disney/Walter Lantz ownership of the character.

KM:They found out they owned it and wanted to see if there was anything to it. Five boards of concept art and an outline was all it got.

DL:Oh ok. So that's what it was.

KM:Yeah. It just died.

DL:Sadly nobody uses Oswald after 1952, he wasn't brung back until 2006 with Epic Mickey, the video game.What was the Munsters cartoon?

KM:The Munsters was great fun and all mine to develop. I was in heaven because I loved the show so much. The studio shut down just before our pitch. It would have been great fun.The only thing that came of the whole Universal Animation studio effort was Stunt Dawgs for Hal Needham. Once Universal pulled the plug on its animation effort, that was sent over to DIC. I did all the character designs but didn't get the gig working on the show. That's Hollywood.

DL:Who is Hal Needham?

KM:Hal Needhan was king of the stuntmen and a very popular movie director at the time.

DL:Ah. You also worked on Back to the Future:the Animated Series?

KM:One of the great take aways from working at Universal. It's also the show where I met John Stevenson who went on to direct Kung Fu Panda when I was at Dreamworks and years later, he and I were working on and just finished Max and the Midknights at Nickelodeon.

DL:Wow! Friends to the end,eh?

KM:Yes sir!

DL:So you opened an independent studio with Mike Kazaleh in 1992 right in orlando?

KM:In Deland Florida, yeah. I was not getting what I wanted out of Hollywood and was sick of being away from your wife eight months of the year, sleeping on floors and couches all over the valley so I left. My last interview was with John K to come work with the old gang on Ren and Stimpy. I had a feeling it was going to be a train wreck so I thanked John, waved bye to all my pals over at Spumco and went home to start my own studio. Everyone said I was nuts but I was able to keep it going for seven years. We did a lot of productions for Hollywood, local commercials, comic books and anything that came through our doors. Bob Ross came by and had us develop a show for him before he died. Happy trees. Happy animated trees. Hahaha!!!

DL:Wow! So do you remember any projects you did back then at your studio?

KM:We did more Back to the Future and boarded a lot of stuff. The Ninja Turtle thing was hitting then so I did a lot of art and comics for Mirage and Archie. I'm so glad I did because all that is hot again and it's saving my neck between productions nowadays. Cowabunga!Then Jeff Pidgeon contacted me about a story gig at Pixar and the world changed again.

DL:What was Santa's Magic Book?

KM:Our last production. Yeah.

DL:I was baffled by that, and I had to ask.

KM:Yeah. Some local businessmen wanted to do a show.

DL:Go on?

KM:And that was it. Just another thing to keep the studio lights on- barely.

DL:And did it air on local TV?

KM:I guess? We delivered it, I shut down the studio and moved to the bay area by then.

DL:Ok. And you said goodbye to Orlando?

KM:Deland, Florida actuality. We still have our property there but yeah, I love the bay area. And always have.

#animation #animation interview #tooning in.#warner bros animation #tiny toon adventures #fox kids #tom ruegger #90s cartoons #taz mania #back to the future #universal studios #Ken Mitcherony #beany and Cecil #john kricfalusi #space ark #furry

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keldau · 11 months ago

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Throwback to the beginnings of my costuming journey. Though this armor has since been retired, mainly due to my unfortunate physical growth, I think back on these times fondly. I like to think the time and care I put into my first build shows, but I may be a touch biased.

The completion of this armor lead to a great many things in my life. Some of the most fun I've ever had, some of the best friends I've ever made, and some of the coolest opportunities I never thought I'd have.

In 2016 I was invited to attend a convention in Salt Lake where I met the man himself, big boss Boba Fett, Jeremy Bulloch. While it was a brief (but incredibly cool) opportunity, he wasn't the only hero I got to meet that weekend. While attending a panel for Mark Hamill, I also got a high five from Jason David Frank (RIP). Another man I've loved and respected for as long as I can possibly remember.

While manning the Star Wars Costuming Clubs booth that same year, along with a new friend, we were blown away by a random surprise visit by Michael Rooker. Though I regret missing this opportunity to get a picture, the conversation we had without a massive group of people interrupting him, is all the memory of the event I need. What a genuinely cool guy.

Over the years my armor evolved and grew with me, but continued to open doors I never thought possible. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, no real money to my name, and no opportunities to truly geek out with the people left in my hometown, I never thought that Comic Cons and costume groups would be part of my life. I had followed what the 501st Legion was doing since I was a kid, and was truly blown away when I saw them on tv marching in the Rose Bowl Parade in 2007. Still, I never thought anything like that would exist in Montana. At that point, the Mandalorian Mercs were just starting, so I hadn't even heard of them yet.

By the time I started college, I was made aware of the existence of the MMCC. Sitting in my dorm dreaming that I'd have the money, time, space, skills, etc, to start a build of my own some day. Then one day in 2015, I saw this helmet for sale from Headshot Props, and I knew it was time. I had to make this purchase. I checked my accounts, moved some stuff around, skipped getting groceries for a few weeks, and 2 months later, there it was in all of its glory. Sitting at my doorstep when I got off work, I don't think I had ever been that excited. I took it inside, ripped open the box, knocked off just enough of the sharp edges to put it on without cutting myself, and low and behold... it didn't fit.

Motivation: demolished. Faith: gone.

I was, frustrated, to say the least. I'm the type of person to take setbacks like this extremely personally because of how often it seems like it happens to me. I set it on the shelf and looked at it for a few days. I knew there was nothing I could do about a return because the dimensions were posted, and I measured my head. It should have fit. I didn't take into account the cheeks of the helmet being a tighter spot, and my bigass fivehead just wasn't gonna do it without breaking the helmet. I had to do something though. I sanded the hell out of the inside of the cheeks to the point that you could see light through them, and I could get the helmet on, though it wasn't a pleasant experience. I then took my heat gun, thinking there's no way this will work, heated the resin just enough to push the cheeks out that little bit extra, and I'll be damned. It was just enough. The helmet was still tight, but it fit, and it was back to game on.

The course of the next few months brought on a ton of changes. I was lucky enough to be working at a sign shop at the time I began this journey, and that shop had a seemingly endless supply of foamed PVC board and a flatbed CNC machine. I was able to trace out my armor design and just have it cut right there! Barely even had to trim and sand anything! It was amazing! I started learning skills I never even knew I wanted. Using a heat gun to form shapes, learning to paint, kit bashing parts to make in-universe looking props, it just never seemed to end! Halfway through my build, I moved, but I didn't let that move ruin my motivation. In that tote was a pile of loose parts and a helmet. Within a month of moving into my new place, it was wearable. Rough, but wearable. Around Halloween that year, I had met up with some local guys that were also building armor, and we handed out candy at the Zoo! It was amazing, and I had so much fun. Met some of my future best friends that day.

Over the years of doing local events, I've been humbled on a few occasions. Mostly from people who joined the group later on that have told me their journey started when they saw me at one event or the other. That's such an incredible feeling and honestly makes all the time, effort, money, stress, blood, and love I've put into this build worth it.

If you've stuck with this post this far, I applaud you. You can probably tell I'm not much of a writer and I'm all over the place with no real conclusion to any of it. I'm really just reminiscing. This weekend I will be parting out this original kit, or at least most of it, in order to help new costumers, new friends, get a foothold in their build, and hopefully motivate them to continue.

If you've ever wanted to build a costume, regardless of what fandom it's for, don't let anyone tell you not to do it. Buy it, build it; piece by piece or all it once, it doesn't matter. Just do it. Solid chance you'll never regret it.

#cosplay #mandalorian #mandalorian costuming #star wars #mando #this is the way

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