#I'm an angry beast humans suck

[milevenstancyendgame]

I'm glad they didn't kill the behemoth (unlike Harrow and Sarai, who killed the titan), but the show stays speciesist. The behemoth is a "monster", because they (not "it" - they are a sentient being, not an object) cause a problem to the elves, so they decide it's okay to kill them. But as soon as Rayla realised they were once a pet, their life suddenly has worth. They're not angry, but grieving - so anger criminalises you? The behemoth wasn't even attacking the stupid elves - who could have just moved elsewhere (not the behemoth's fault you're a bunch of cultists who live with blindfolds). But no, let's just make a prophecy about chosen twos who will solve our problem for us by killing an evil beast. Oh sure, but afterwards we praise you for your empathy. Yay, double standarts! Man, elves really are just as self-righteous and entitled as humans.

[is-this-yuri]

have you been doomscrolling? feeling awful about it? do you feel out of control? does it seem your autonomy has been swallowed by the ever present beast that is the internet?

we live in the most overwhelmingly stimulating age of humanity ever seen, and it's only getting worse. our brains are sponges, soaking up whatever we smear them across, and it seems more and more difficult to find a clean surface to rest on. i'm no expert or professional, but ive been born and raised into the internet, and i'd like to hand out some wisdom regarding this.

the main issue: brain poison

since the brain absorbs whatever it's exposed to, media consumption is unsurprisingly going to effect it. the type of media, the amount of media, and the frequency of the media all play a factor.

it's not the internet itself that's bad here. it's the media on the internet, and the platforms designed to suck in our attention and keep it there until we're rotting inside our skulls.

we're never going to escape the internet. it's just a fact of life now, and a tool that can be used for wonderful things. so how do we learn to live with the internet and take advantage of its potential?

treat it like a dietary balance

staying aware of what goes in your brain is just as important as being aware of what you're eating. if you eat carelessly, don't listen to how your body feels after you eat certain things, and ignore any sickness that might result from rotten food, you're going to have a bad time and wreck your guts. the same goes for the brain.

you want to have a good mix of various types of media in the right amounts, or approximately so. if things are feeling bland, maybe diversify. if things are feeling stupid, try something more intellectual. if it's feeling too much, cut back on all of it

the following are three things you can do to maintain a sense of control and awareness over your media diet. this isnt a step by step and is in no particular order, theyre just ideas to carry forward in general any time it could be helpful.

1. digest

this is the process of thinking about and remembering what youve done throughout your time on the internet. it could apply to any period of time. so you might think, 'man, i've done nothing but watch tiktok all day.' or 'i've been scrolling twitter a lot more this past week.'

i feel like most people already do this to some extent, but it manifests as a fleeting sense of anxiety or shame that doesn't lead anywhere. analyze that feeling, and ask if it's really true or helpful.

ask if your media consumption is making you feel less focused, distracted, putting you into a brain fog, making you fall asleep when you don't want to, making you irritable and angry, drawing you into arguments, keeping you awake at night, or upsetting/disrupting you in any way.

digestion also means appreciating the good stuff and recognizing the good feelings you get too. so also ask if it's enriching you, helping you learn something new, giving you a new perspective, exposing you to something beautiful, passing the time, relaxing you, honing your focus, or generally lifting your mood.

2. cut

cut certain types of content from your life once you've decided they're not good for your media diet. block people. move on. tell youtube to stop reccomending that channel. block them. unfollow people. unfollow tags. block the tags. blacklist things. do it. forget the awful things that make your brain hurty. click the block button. uninstall the app. you know you want to

consider removing yourself entirely from websites that are designed to be attention predators. if you consistently feel like youre 'stuck' on a site and cant leave, it's probably best to just delete your account and get out of there. tiktok is NOTORIOUS for this.

i also tend to keep my following or subscribed count low. keeping the stream of content short forces me to find other things to do with my time. this goes hand in hand with things like turning off infinite scroll. it provides an 'end point' where the repetitive action of scrolling down stops bearing fruit, breaking the doomscrolling cycle. the internet is almost an infinite place, and its up to you to build walls around yourself so you arent lost in it forever.

its also important to get off the internet in general sometimes. i know this is obvious, but literally touch grass on occasion. doing anything with your physical body away from the screen will be more enriching than sitting there scrolling for hours. whether it's just a 5 minute walk around your house to stretch your legs or a 6 hour hike every weekend, part of cutting media will mean replacing it with real life. looking at some plants, doing a pushup, or working on a knitting project can be like rinsing your brain sponge under some cold, clean water.

3. curate

the flip side of cutting is curating. you'll want to be looking for media that makes you happy and feels productive or meaningful in some way. anything that not only doesnt make you feel like you wasted your time, but specifically makes you feel like you spent your time well, is a green flag.

keep in mind entertainment just for entertainment's sake is good for you too. you don't have to be watching university lectures and tutorials and stuff all day. finding high quality entertainment, such as personalities you enjoy, good production values, and inventive ideas can be really difficult. find the people who dont make you feel like a cocomelon baby and stick with them. from there you should be able to find similar content.

what's good for your soul is going to depend very much on you as an individual. this is also going to be an ongoing process as not only you but the internet both change and evolve. the important thing about this step is that you Make Decisions about what to consume. even bad decisions! it's all part of the process, and it's all about reclaiming your autonomy.

4. eat your junk food

this isn't a military drill or an exact science. i'm just a guy on tumblr with an intimate connection to his own brain and a LOT of time on the internet. that's my only credential. sometimes i want to turn that brain off and just mindlessly consume without putting any thought into what dirty dishwater is soaking into my sponge. sometimes adhd brain wants me to watch a shitty B movie in recap form so i dont have to commit to a full movie. sometimes i get stuck in the youtube shorts for like 3 hours.

that's fine. the most important part of any kind of self care is that a little bit is better than nothing. even just being aware that youre consuming something bad for you and knowing you arent ready to stop just yet is better than nothing.

thats it!!

now you should be prepared to take back some control over your media consumption. be gentle with yourself and take your time. eventually this stuff will become second nature, and you'll be effortlessly digesting, curating, and cutting media like it's just part of your personality. remember YOU have control over what the internet thinks you want to see. dont let it force feed you nasty slop anymore. let it be a reflection of your mind, not the other way around.

and good luck!

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Floyd Leech - Platinum Dress Voice Lines

When Summoned: This place's been around for 100 years, huh? So, it'll definitely be able to keep me entertained, riiight?

Summon Line: It's sucks that we gotta be quiet in museums. 'Cause c'mon, it's way more fun to get all excited with people when ya see some cool painting!

Groooovy!!: I hate kings with old-fashioned views. I wonder what this one was like?

Home: 100 years, huh～ Aha!

Home Idle 1: Once, when I was drawin' on the school walls with magic, I had a professor come down hard on me, all angry. I don't get what the big deal was, it could come off easy.

Home Idle 2: Mackerel-chan was lookin' at a painting of the card soldiers, and he was standin' up all straight just like them. Hilarious how into it he got.

Home Idle 3: Crab-chan bores easily, so I bet he'd be terrible with oil paintings. ...Me? Who knows, prolly would depend on my mood.

Home Idle - Login: Did I prep before coming to the art museum? No way. But if I find something I like, I'll give it the attention it deserves.

Home Idle - Groovy: Sea Otter-chan was saying he wanted to come visit the ocean. I guess I could show him a couple sunken ships. I bet he'd give me some real hilarious reactions.

Home Tap 1: My shoes and jacket sparkles just like scales! Humans have it so good～ They can just swap up their scales whenever they want just by changing clothes.

Home Tap 2: So that scarab was a key to enter a cave, huh. I wanna go treasure hunting just like the Sorcerer of the Sands did.

Home Tap 3: I feel like every time I run into Sea Urchin-chan, he's lookin' at a painting of a werewolf. Eh, I guess I'm kinda similar in how I decide what stuff to look at...

Home Tap 4: The King of Beasts looked real sleepy and it made me pretty tired too. Maybe there's a bench around here I can lay on.

Home Tap 5: Ehhh, my ribbon's crooked? I don't have a mirror, so I can't see it... Shrimpy-chan, why don'tcha fix it nicely for me?

Home Tap - Groovy: You're gonna show me a painting you like? Sure, I'm interested. If it's lame, though, I'll squeeze you.

Duo: [FLOYD]: You're up next, Sea Otter-chan! [KALIM]: Leave it to me, Floyd!

Birthday Login Message: Hey, Shrimpy-chan. Jump a little for me. [jumps] Hm? I don't hear nothin'. Today's my birthday, and you don't have a present for me? Don't worry, it's fine. You just gotta go out and buy something now, then. Soooo, what should I ask you to get, hmmm?

[yallemagne]

Fucking stupid notes app lost all my notes on this season I’m going to burn Apple to the ground. 

Episode 1 &2: The Phalanx Covenant

Chuck is so fuckin’ obsessed with fixing Sabretooth that the Phalanx saw that and impersonated Sabretooth to trigger the man’s saviour complex oh my god. 

Warlock!!! I love Warlock!!

Sinister: "THEY TOOK MY RESEARCH!! MY MUTANT TEST SUBJECTS!! MY SAMPLES!!" Beast: "Sinister, people are dying." Sinister: "ALL MY NOTES ON MORPH!!!" Beast: "You're making it so hard not to throw you to the Phalanx."

"Your friends cost me an arm and a leg." Who the fuck are you??

They visit Muir Island and NO ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF MORPH?? Bullshit.

(I'm headcanoning that Morph and Proteus ditched the island to get burgers and avoided getting assimilated. Because they're my silly little pumpkins, that's why.)

Every time Sinister shows up on screen I get angry iopjgerjio and he's here the whole time. The only positive contribution he's had to the mission was throwing Moira off the plane, lol.

Magneto's grown a beard in the interim to communicate he's lost to depression. Saying fuck it to existence until they tell him the Phalanx got Pietro awww.

"Did you lose your humanity when you were assimilated by the Phalanx?" lol yeah. "Or did you have any to begin with?" oh lol you right you right.

They need to stop doing this shit to Wolverine. My poor boy and his metal bones.

I love that Cyclops is so trigger-happy. He does not tolerate Sinister's presence one bit. "Including Sinister! WHERE IS HE?!” With Sinister in the back, skittering away like a fucking roach.

Episode 3 & 4: Storm Front

I hate this creep. Keep your hands off her, Arkon, put a damn shirt on.

Storm: “That cube is causing the bad weather just get rid of it.” Arkon: “NO! I need it.” Wow, wonder who the obvious villain is. They had to take so many braincells from Storm to force this romance. 

EDIT EDIT! I forgot this bullet point! One of the extras is voiced by Morph's voice actor, I can tell from the screams. Morph cameo!

Episode 5: The Fifth Horseman

I hate this new animation style. I was less harsh on it in my previous writeup, but like nah, this style sucks. They yassified Beast, he just has a dude’s face, I hate it. And they gave Jubilee a new haircut and I highly suspect the reasoning is that they didn't think she looked Girl enough.

Cortez shows up and I hate him! Big shocker. 

This episode wasn’t very good. 

Episode 6: Jubilee’s Fairytale Theatre

Jubilee is so responsible!!! Such a good older sibling-type. Also I love how everyone is reinterpreted in her story, it’s funny. Like Gambit’s accent is ten times thicker. 

Longshot cameo! And? Jubilee's foster parents?

There was a rat?? That turned into a guy?? Morph?? We never see them again so I have no clue, but I’m just gonna say Morph cameo. 

Oh no Magneto kinda slays.

The repeated line of Jubilee being able to get out of tight spots is a bit overdone… and then MAGNETO says it and we’re so back bc that’s so fucking funny.

Episode 7: Old Soldiers

You’re never gonna get me on board, show. I’m never gonna believe that Wolverine didn’t have bone claws. It’s stupider if he didn’t have the bone claws. 

(I have been informed that the bone claws are a retcon. Most based retcon ever because, what, you're telling me that just happened on accident?? bc the adamantium claws certainly weren't by design in the show, they were just like "huh, that's weird, didn't expect that". Like what, was Logan just reminiscing in the tube, thinking "if only I had those knuckle knives from that one mission" and fucking manifested claws to break out??? anyway)

Happy that this episode didn’t end with Wolverine swapping spit with that woman. They’re finally showing restraint. But maybe it should have ended with him swapping spit with the Cap. Just saying.

Episode 8: Hidden Agendas

Again: the new art style and designs are objectively worse, the anatomy is all over the place, Sam looks BIZARRE and I know that wasn’t the intent. Like he's not supposed to look like an alien but he does.

ROGUE CALLING HERSELF LEBEAU!!! "I'm taking a vacation from you." *cosplays as his wife* C'mon now, Rogue, make it official.

Love that Sam DIDN’T fall for the shitty creep claiming the X-Men are terrorists, AND he broke out before they could get him with sleeping gas. Dodging shitty clichés left and right.

Episode 9: Descent

Essex: "Would you say humans have escaped the influence of natural selection? And that we as humans should seize our fate and pursue the next stage in evolution?" Darwin: "That's not at all what I'm saying. That sounds very stupid. Next question."

I'm a bit disappointed... So doing research for my fic (yes I'm self-promoting, I'm a whore), I found that Rebecca was the one to call Essex "sinister" after finding out about his experiments... Here it's just kinda said off-hand by Dr. Xavier. It takes the power from the title.

Episode 10: Graduation Day

I really don't get Gyrich's bullshit here. "You defend mutants... YOU must be a mutant!!" Uh yeah, dude. Duh. If they're trying to establish that Charles has been a closeted mutant this whole time, they did a poor job, because nothing in previous episodes ever implied that he was hiding his mutation. I'm choosing to just interpret this as Gyrich being impossibly dumb, thinking he's worked out some mutant conspiracy, meanwhile, he's the last one to come across this very public knowledge about the Professor.

MOOOOORPH!!!!

Logan telling Scott to tell Jean what to do... dog, no one likes a chauvinist.

"Hey, it's a big island, bub. What, are you on the yearbook staff or something?"

"After what they did to Xavier, why do you still fight me?" << revealing his motivation

"Wait, I just realized something. How much do you love Charles Xavier?" "How dare you ask me such a question? He was my only equal. I owe him my life." "What would you do if you knew you were the only one on Earth who could save his life?" "DO NOT PLAY GAMES WITH ME!"

"Wouldn't he do it for you?" YOOOO "Though beware... If he should pass away while connected to you the psychic stress may destroy you, as well." YOOOOOOOOO

"Hello, Magnus. Surely, you have more pressing business to attend to than nursing an old friend." "Nothing more important."

Folks I am EATING this episode. Picture me at dinner with my mother frantically explaining to her that they invented gay marriage. And divorce.

"Morph, it's nice to see you home." YESS IT IS.

Xavier's speech to everyone on the team :,0 watch how hard I can cry.

"Were I your father, I would tell you that no truer son could ever be." Watch tears shoot from my eyes with the destructive power of Scott's eye blasts.

Honestly... so this is a plot twist for me, that they always knew Xavier was alive... I feel a little cheated?? It does ruin the impact of the goodbyes at least a little. If Lilandra had saved Xavier's life in secret or if it was uncertain that the Shi'ar could save him, so there's some plausible deniability, that would make more sense to me. Why do they treat it like he actually died in '97? Why do they enact his will? Couldn't they just say "screw off Magneto, you know Charles isn't actually dead, also you're a fucking criminal, so there's that"?

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

So that's over, huh? I guess y'all'll see me when I watch some other X-Men show. The only issue is that my enjoyment will be severely impaired by Morph not appearing.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Dark AU Eliza ♡

You couldn't remember a time before Eliza, you'd met her when you were very very young, before you had even reached an age where you could have dreams about your soulmate, you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing considering your village had a tendency to kill those who had the dreams, most hid it well into adulthood before some supernatural would ride through town and sweep them up, perhaps being killed by your own parents would have been better than being a werewolf's soulmate, it was the only life you had ever known though so it was hard to complain. You'd first met when her pack had been traveling through your town, scooping up a few humans along the way and she'd excitedly grabbed your hand, the first memory you really had, demanding you come along with her pack now, they would take care of and protect you from now on, wanting to stay with your human parents was just so silly, they would never protect you like she could, in fact they couldn't even do anything as her teeth tore into their throats and she devoured them right in front of you, the second memory you had.

You didn't know if you even liked your parents, really it was hard to remember them when Eliza and her pack engulfed your life, but you knew you had been sad and terrified as you watched Eliza kill them, unable to look away as you watched a wolf girl around your age tear them limb from limb, smiling at you afterwards, her face covered in blood, asking if she had been a good dog. You think you had fainted because you couldn't remember leaving your village or what had happened after she killed your parents, you were truly grateful for that, you didn't remember the villagers but you think you would have been sad to see their hateful, angry that you had caused your own parents death even though you had never wanted this.

"Silly puppy," She'd called you that when she'd seen you mourning your parents, mourning being stuck with a wild beast who at any time could possibly eat you, werewolves were truly the worst supernatural you could get stuck with, the only thing worse would be being mated to one of the actual fucking monsters in the wilderness. "Silly puppy, why are you sad? I protected you, they wouldn't have protected you, I'm your strong wolf!" You didn't want a strong wolf to protect you though, you would have been happy having a normal life hiding in fear of the monsters, you would prefer being eaten to being Eliza's chewtoy, she said she had to have her scent on you to scare off monsters and let them know there was a scary werewolf in the area who would rip them to shreds if they approached her mate. It was demeaning sitting there as she bite and licked and sucked on every bit of your exposed skin, slightly humping your leg in the process as you pretended to be naive to what she wanted. You knew damn well what Eliza wanted, you'd witnesses other werewolves mounting their mate in a semi public area before while you were just trying to pick berries or something and you were not going to let yourself be like those other humans, subjected to doing it with her where everyone could see. Werewolves didn't care where they did it, but you certainly cared.

You woke up to growling from the wolf laying on top of you, another fucking monster attack in the middle of the night, you guessed. These had been a bit more frequent lately for some reason, and as usually Eliza would insist that the both of you move your sleeping area closer to the rest of the pack something you refused to do even if there was more risk of monsters showing up in the middle of the night, you didn't want everyone to see Eliza humping you in her sleep, her pants always stained in the morning. When you opened your eyes though, you were shocked to see the biggest fucking monster you'd ever seen fighting with Eliza. This was it, your chance to fucking leave her, the other wolves would be busy shielding their mates from this enormous thing and Eliza would hopefully die from this and you could just leave and go blend in at a human village, they would never know that you'd had a mate who had died. You quickly darted out into the forest, Eliza's head snapping to look at you for a second, the monster using the distraction to it's advantage, you'd finally be rid of her!

It only took twenty minutes for her to catch up, snarling in your face and whimpering slightly when she finally pinned you down, covered in blood, her wolf form was truly a terrifying thing and now it was entirely on top of you, pinning you down, her cock already out, you'd pushed your luck too hard, perhaps you'd be able to remain unmated had you not run from her but you'd screwed up and now she had to, in order to ensure you wouldn't run again, with the entire pack around the both of you watching out to make sure Eliza could achieve this without any monsters coming near, and to make sure even if you got out from underneath Eliza, you wouldn't be able to run again. You really fucked up.

[21fallouts-atmychemicaldisco]

An insane person's recap of this year

I'm doing this so I myself can make sense of what the HECK went on and HOW this year went by so quick. The order is bound to be messed up but hey, I tried

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

MatPat fucking left us

New Green Day album

TwoMad fucking DIES because of OverWatch 2 (HUH)

Taylor Swift wants a Starbucks: The Twitter drama _She tries to sue someone who apparently is a teen

Creepypasta/Slenderverse community petty drama

The fuckass Stanley cup craze and overconsumerism stuff

Dubai chocolate

Eurovision 2024 I think _People being angry about Eurovision kicking out a Russian contestant because of the Ukraine-Russia war but leaving an Israeli contestant despite Israel not even being European -Joost fandom because he got unfairly kicked out of Eurovision 2024

Wake up in the morning saying FUCK P DIDDY

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

The original song for Ulterior Motives is found and everyone is groaning in disappointment (it wasn't a chips bag)

Kendrick VS. Drake beef that ended in the former winning and getting the entire nation to jam to a song calling Drake a Drake _Kendrick accidentally wrote the anthem of the year considering everyone is gonna get outed

BBL Drizzaaaaaaaaaay _Legit everyone hopped on the Drake diss train even KANYE apparently?

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Clancy gets delayed, was hoping for it to be delayed to include a Drake diss but whatever

I see your problem is your proctologist got both hands on your shoulders while you're bottomless _I wasn't there for the release livestream I had to see it 4 hours later I was miserable

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

KARMA'S A BITCH, I SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER

Sex Offender Summer

Here are some of the people outed in no particular order but ordered as neatly as I remember

Drake as mentioned before

P Diddy as mentioned before

KonekoKitten is outed and apparently he sucked as a creator too

Dr. Disrespect is outed and that's the reason he was banned apparently

Kris Tyson is outed and managed to set back the community like lightyears back in the public eye, I am SO sorry guys __And because of that Mr. Beast drama ensues but that's for a bit later

CodyKo gets outed but what did we expect he's a glorified frat guy

Melanie Martinez allegations are brought back up again

Rumors of Youtooz twenty øne piløts Blurryface era plushies

Chappell Roan

Sabrina Carpenter

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Pierce The Veil tour or something

JoJo Siwa gets drunk in Disney Land, onstage, grabs her female weinis, and something I don't know imma come back like a boomerang

brat summer _A lot of cool artists were featured on that other release of brat

BRENDON URIE FUNKO POP

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Inside Out 2 drops and the brainrot content arms are cashing OUT

Kendrick drops a music video of him dissing a Canadian on 4th of July (like the Fall Out Boy song woah whaaat), I love patriotism

Katy's to the left, ripping my style smh _143 by Katy Perry or whatever, everyone shits on Woman's World because of it as a song but also because of Katy's standing on the whole Dr. Luke thing

Kesha drops Joyride on 4th of July too GOD IT WAS SO GOOD

Hawk Tuah spit on every person who worked hard to get where they are and let's give a platform to just anybody

That drama with that Australian but not actually Australian TikTok singer dude…whatever happened

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Mr. Breast walking human rights violation _Enter the Pegasus memes

Weezer plushies

THIS IS MY FIRST VIDEO ON INSTAGRAM

Happy 15 years Slenderman thank you for this free film college full ride scholarship

Happy 15 years Marble Hornets thank you for the OCD diagnosis

Deadpool & Wolverine comes out and I haven't been able to catch a break from all the smutfics I've BLOCKED EVERY SINGLE TAG PLEASE LEAVE ME ALO

Olympics opening disaster

Olympics swimming disaster, people decided to shit in the place where it was held as protest…I think

Animal Crossing: Pocket Down shutting down because Nintendo fuck Nintendo all my homies hate Nintendo

Dress To Impress or whatever and am I the only one who has insane beef with this game?? Like Fashion Famous you will ALWAYS live in my heart

Wait they don't hate this trend like I hate it

CaseOh we love you CaseOh

Saw comeback for some reason I think

BRENDON URIE FUNKO POP

Gravity Falls comeback for some reason I think

Roblox keeps digging its own grave with awful updates yadda yadda

The Academy Is…, Gym Class Heroes and Cobra Starship wanna tour soon

Sprunki happens and the internet decides to doxx a 15 year old screw you guys

Fall Out Boy eras tour? I think??

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Terrifier 3

Trump gets shot and people start making fanart of it _Which one of you made the Airy HFJOne fanart of that I love you whoever you are _And the C!JSchlatt one

Nijisanji drama what's new

Katy Perry scissors a girl on stage and also doesn't perform "flop Woman's World"

Joker copies Fall Out Boy and proceeds to flop tremendously I'm sorry Lady Gaga

Apt. by ROSÉ and Bruno Mars

When We Were Young Fest 2024 weee woooo TAKE ME TO VEGAS NOW

Oh yeah Trump TRUMP IS GONNA BE PRESIDENT AGAIN HELP HELP HELP HELP NO GOD HELP NO

BRENDON URIE FUNKO POP

TikTok USA ban coming soon apparently but Trump says no I will save TikTok or whatever idk I'm not red white and blue

Liam Payne DIES (RIP to him, the news genuinely broke me)

Tyler, The Creator drops CHROMAKOPIA which I have yet to listen to but I will get to it trust me -Panic! At The Disco is GONNA BE BACK??? AND WILL PERFORM A FEVER YOU CAN'T SWEAT OUT IN ITS ENTIRETY WITH THE ORIGINAL BAND MEMBERS minus Brent SOMEONE TAKE ME TO VEGAS

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Everyone is making fun of Spotify Wrapped

Oh hey My Chemical Romance is gonna tour again

Dan and Phil I think

THE WHOLE EMO QUARTET IS GONNA BE ACTIVE _no but seriously imagine thi

Mouthwashing or something

Jake Paul VS. Mike Tyson why did we let a Viner get to this level

BOB BRYAR DIES TOO????? (RIP to him, absolutely insane news)

Danganronpa comeback think??

Moana 2 weeee

Wicked comes out _The YouTube Shorts and the comments under are so ridiculously funny oh my Lord

JoJo Siwa convinces lesbians to unlesbian because of how bad her music is

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Luigi Mangione does us all a favor _Apparently he was listening to brat before he killed the CEO, and also he's a Killjoy

SYRIA LIBERATION LET'S GOOOO I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE I WAS 4

President of Korea tries to pass martial law (??) and gets frEAKING IMPEACHED _"North Korea's future seems rather more predictable." WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED

Apparently the DogPack404 videos were slander?? Or something?? I don't know I gave up on the Mr. Breast drama

Apparently there's this app for like podcasts/text to speech or whatever that used AI to scrape off AO3 fan fictions and list it there with no credit to the authors and everyone was PISSED, dunno much but there's that

Israel keeps bombing Palestine

Arcane Season 2

THE LINEEEE

The Game Awards _did i disappOINT YOU WILL THEY STILL LET ME OVE- _CASEOHHHHHH

Kojima fard

The Astro Bot Awards

Sonic The Hedgehog 3 featuring Shadow The EDGEhog

SQUID GAMES (season 2)

Liam Payne's death was apparently negligent homicide FUCK THIS WORLD FUCK ALL OF YOU

twenty | one | pilots 15 years of Self-Titled awesome

Vexbolt mass unfollowing

Israel keeps bombing and colonizing not just Palestine, but Lebanon too. Cease fire now

I definitely missed a TON of stuff but hey, I tried

[the-haunted-prince-au]

ITS FINALLY HERE AFTER MONTHS OF PROCRASTINATION! And it's the longest chapter yet!

Chapter 3

Snatcher didn't know how to feel. There in the dinning room was the monster that haunted his afterlife the horrific beast that had an unpredictable temper and often took her anger out on others... Looking at him like he was some kind of small cute animal. He had forgotten how tame she used to be when she wasn't upset. No wonder she loved him THEY WERE BOTH DORKS! she was just a significantly prettier dork. Wait,? What was he thinking? EW NO he hates this woman! Doesn't he? YES! Yes he does stay focused! "Good mooorning My Prince!" She spoke in a sing-song voice. Yup definitely a dork. Snatcher hoped giving her the silent treatment would work because if anyone was gonna notice his voice it was going to be her! "Oddly quiet today my love? Are you feeling sick?" She got up out her seat and tried to hug him resulting in Snatcher letting out a startled hiss. "dang it!" He hadn't been human in 1000's of years and hissing was one of those behaviors he picked up in that time. "Oh my! Are you upset today? What did I do?" She said shocked from the sudden reaction "you touched me without my consent what did you expect to happen?" He muttered under his breath. God breathing sucked! "What was that My Prince?" Oh boy he could sense it she was getting mad! "Nothing Vanessa" he replied in a snarky tone "oh? What happened to the name Princess?" "Nothing I just think Vanessa suits you better" "buts thats my real name I thought you agreed to only refer to me as princess!" Snatcher Grinned "I take it back" "YOU PROMISED!" A spike of ice shot up almost impaling poor Salem "uhm breakfast is ready-" good he didn't need to eat but he wanted to have an excuse to stop talking to Vanessa. His enthusiasm only got bigger when he saw what was on his plate. "Bacooooon-" he was not immune to bacon... And he never was. However over a millennia of consuming the souls of the innocent leads to some unpleasant visuals at the table... Snatcher bit into a piece of bacon as hard as he could and started ripping it apart with his teeth and claws. Salem proceeded to leave the room as Vanessa stared in pure horror. Just the way he liked it. "My Prince... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???" "bacon" Snatcher responded with a smug look on his face. "MY PRINCE IM SERIOUS DO YOU NEED HELP??? IM GETTING HELP!" Uh oh! Uhh think of something! "Are you sure YOU don't need help?" Vannesa flintched. Nailed it. "Hehehe WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" Snatcher made sure to put on his creepiest smile as the lights flickered out.

"You know what I said!"

Huh so he did still have some of his powers. Vanessa looked like she was about to snap. "LISTEN HERE YOU-" she then realized she was talking to her "precious little Prince" and backed down. She finished her breakfast in angry silence as Snatchers smug grin only got bigger. In that very moment he used his past selves body to verbally harass his abusive ex and get away with it scar free. He was ecstatic so ecstatic that he decided to take a walk around the village and maybe try another jab at Vanessa when he gets back. Poke the sleeping bear and all that jazz. "Hey everyone look it's Prince!" A swarm of children proceeded to corner him but not just any annoying children the village children "can you play us a tune on your fancy violin?" "OO OOH! How about you tell us a story!" "Yeah tell us a story!" Ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut (ew) Snatcher tried to mimic his old self. He just couldn't be mean to the children. "Sorry little ones I'm not feeling so well and I forgot violin back at the manor but if you all run along I'll be back tomorrow!" (Eugh! He'd have to remind himself to never speak like that again) "oki Mr Prince! Come on guys let's go play somewhere else!" The children left him alone and now could continue walking in peace- "you handled that well you highness"

Crap. A young woman with poppy red hair, a large braid, and sun kissed freckled skin had noticed him internally gagging he prepared himself for more social interaction. "Hiii Ivy-" "dude that was the worst voice crack I've ever heard holy cow!" Oh yeah his voice used to crack when he was nervous. And apparently it still did curse this flesh vessel- "so how are you doing now that your back from that fancy law school!" "What" "your back from the academy? I thought it was obvious" she jokingly said. There was an intense moment of awkward silence. "OK IM GOING BACK TO THE MANOR NOW BYEE IVY-" he cringed as he heard his voice crack. There was no way forget annoying Vanessa he need to think about this. As he entered the manor he saw them. The flowers he had bought for Vanessa placed nicely in a pot. "I'm starting to think this isn't the right past"

@return-of-the-queen-au

[airasora]

Plot Twist: Do a power move and ship Miguel with Chel to really stick it to Tulio! (Obviously this isn't a serious suggestion xD)

As for serious suggestions, I will admit, my brain isn't that creative for such stuff as well as being unsure what exactly you're looking for, I can't even explain any of my choices/suggestions lol.

For Girls I thought Lottie or Tiana from Princess and the Frog, Marina from Sinbad, Kida from Atlantis or Pcoahontas maybe?

As for guys I could only think of Milo from Atlantis or the Beast/Adam (After Quasi stole his girl)

For some strange reason I thought of either Nani or David from Lilo and the Stitch.

Now if you want smth more angsty or "toxic" for interesting dynamics, maybe Gaston or Eris from Sinbad...?

I also thought maybe Thomas from Pocahontas, but then remembered you made him Lina's brother in your Hollina AUs, but at the same time it'd be kinda funny for both Lina and Thomas falling for the fun-loving outgoing blondes.

And last one I kept thinking of Eric but we already had Sinric, but then again... they all got two hands so who knows.

Again idk enough movies or series probably to fit for Non Disney stuff and especially in the guys department I seem to be lacking ideas for, but I just pondered as a fellow Miguel fan. I always felt like an outlier.

Chel

I know you're joking, but honestly, I agree with the energy lolol xD

I know I'm gonna break some hearts here, but I REALLY don't like Lottie... x'D I get what they were going for, and I do think they accomplished that so I appreciate her in an objective fashion... but me personally? She just annoys me so much xD

Tiana and Naveen make me so sad cause their human designs were SO GOOD and then they're frogs most of the time - I almost wish their human designs had sucked so them being frogs wouldn't have felt like such a slap in the face Dx

I like that you said Chel wasn't a serious suggestion, but then suggest the other "native babes" like Kida and Pocahontas and I am ALL for Miguel getting the hot princess. If anyone deserves it, he does!

I like the idea of Pocahontas because with Miguel, rather than John Smith's initial dismissive and racist attitude, Miguel would (like we see in El Dorado) just run around and want to genuinely learn about her culture. He'd be so excited about literally everything and I could see Pocahontas falling head over heels with that. I think Pocahontas might be my favorite option so far!

My issue with Kida and Milo is the same I have for Hercules and Megara: their animation styles are a little bit too unique.

What I mean by this is that Atlantis' animation is very "sharp." The edges are SO square on, for example, their hands and I don't like when animation is too sharp or too soft - it gotta be just right!

Hercules has a similar, but ALSO opposite problem. If you take a look at Megara's hand here, it legit looks like the back of her hand is swollen, as if she got stung by a bee and that entire area swelled up like this. But no, this is just the animation style. And it freaks me out xD I dislike the sharp edges in movies like Atlantis, but the opposite extreme isn't good either.

These animation styles aren't so different from other (non)Disney styles that it takes me out of crossovers (like The Last Unicorn does, I will die on this hill, I hate that it's considered (non)Disney by majority of the crossover community xD) so I can definitely still ship characters from these movies. It's not that they are hard to work with, but that I'm just not a big fan off overly sharp or round character designs.

I've seen a few Miguel and Nani videos actually, and what is interesting is that in quite a few of them... Nani is toxic as hell xD Something you may have noticed about crossovers (and by you I mean anyone reading this) is that some characters are more often portrayed as the abuser in comparison to other characters, and what they all have in common is that they have a lot of scenes where they're angry - cause that can be used to represent abuse, toxicity or just being mean. Odette is also often used as the "abusive" character because she has so many scenes where she's angry - I think that's why Nani is used to portray that sort of character often in crossovers x'D

I can definitely see her fall for Miguel cause he and David are kinda similar? Good guys with good hearts, absolute himbos and loyal as hell. Which is kinda why I don't personally ship Miguel and David, there isn't quite enough contrast between them for me personally.

GASTON DESERVES NOTHING XD

Eris is a character I would edit with ALL THE TIME if it wasn't for her amazing, but pain in the ass hair xD

Thank you for all the suggestions! It gave a lot of food for thought, and it was fun to think about Miguel this much :D

[harumirart]

My Friend's Assumptions about Battle Tendency! (She's only seen a few episodes)

Spoilers!

Joseph: survives, he wins and becomes a hamon master. Gets good at hamon. Absorbs all the hamon power in the universe which is why it isn't used in part 3.

Speedwagon: okay in the end, chills with Erina for the whole time acts like the guy on the computer (guy behind the scenes who hacks into places whilst communicating to the protagonists through radio) giving joseph motivation throughout part 2.

Erina: also fine. Dies of old age off screen like speedwagon.

Smokey: he lives he's cute. Completely unnecessary for the plot so he'll disappear. Scratch that he MIGHT DIE cause my friend hasn't seen him in any fanart.

Von stroheim: gets killed by Lisa Lisa or ceaser. Someone other then Joseph. Explodes for his war crimes.

Ceaser: He dies he gets squashed, SHE KNOWS, SHES SEEN FANART. and Joseph is like NOOOOOOO! His relationship with Joseph is like a rated pg 13 of Griffith and Guts (from Berzerk) cause one is blonde and gets all the girls BUT CEASAR WOULD NEVER RAPE ANYONE OMG GRIFFITH SUCKS. and Joseph is good, and they have a rivalry. Anyway, ceaser dies heroically. They are fighting kars and and he pushes Joseph out of the way of the big rock, and he gets squashed. He's also ITALIAN. his grandpa was Mr led zeppelin and he wants to be as good at hamon as Zeppeli. He learned that Baron Zeppeli died for jonathon, so now he's angry at Joseph. ALTERNATIVELY, he comes to serve  the joestars and thinks it's a real honour and is expecting a jonathon type but then meets Joseph and is SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED. that's why he always looks pissed cause, he wanted an honorable himbo but got whatever Joseph is.

Lisa Lisa: Joseph's deadbeat mom. Spent Joseph's whole childhood getting good at hamon. Returned and is like holy shit how long was I training oh shit my son is old. And approaches him to train him.

Alternately she's the best hamon teacher ever. Joseph is like "A GIRL IS THE BEST HAMON TEACHER?" And then learn to be less sexist.  ceaser is like yo that's my harmon teacher wtf stay away Joseph but she's like "omg it's my long lost son uhhhhhh I'll teach you"

Hamon users are attracted to eachother like stands lol.after their training she says to Joseph " I have something I've been hiding from you"

Joseph replies "That your in love with me."

She says " No I'm your mom."

He says "HOLY SHIIIT."

Ceaser is like "THATS WHY YOU FOVOURED HIM " (in italian) she fucks off after they complete their training but comes back at the end to help fight in a final battle.

She survives.

Santana: dies, gets defeated. He's sleepy and he put himself in that rock (she's talking about the pillar he was found in) and that's why he's attacking everyone cause he's pissed they destroyed his rock. He's so one who kills ceaser with the rocks. He hits people with rocks. That's his power.

Wham: he was one of the old astec people that's in the Round About ending. He actually made the masks. And Joseph is like, "WHY?" And he's like, "I was bored it's either I make sun dials or I make masks. But then I decided I could turn people into vampires. " / JK CARS COMES TO HIM like Jesus and is like "MAKE MASKS" and wham is like "yo anything you say dude." Strictly work relationship with the rest of the pillar men.

Acdc: he's the sadistic one. He made his outfit and he makes SAW traps. He's like Ciocolatta and gets off on fear. Maybe he's the one who kills ceaser cause he made a rock trap to kill Joseph but ceaser saved him and dies instead. He was old school friends with CARS that's why he's hanging out with the pillar men.

Cars: OLD AF. older than humans. He wants to be a God and kill everyone. He's an evil vampire. He's the leader just cause he's the oldest. He ripped them apart with his bare hands. HE'S A BEAST. he's like if a gorilla knew how to lay a trap and maybe use a phone. His plan is to pretend to be an old woman or a dog but be like "SURPRISE. IT'S ME CARS" and beats them to death. He can disguise his voice and lure people in and kill him. Is pushed out into the sun and dies.

[roseposts-stuff]

hello folks!! i have been rating nuwho seasons and it has been a while so!!! it is time for series 5!! also deleted series 11 thoughts because 1. i want these to be in order 2. i want to rewatch the series as well before rating it 3. i disagreed with my own thoughts

just my personal extremely unprofessional opinions mostly based on Vibes, so feel free to disagree!! but now! series 5!

1. Vincent and the Doctor (5x10) - SO good, i love that they showed vincent that his works will be appreciated, that moment was so great. loved the general story, too, and how the "evil" creature wasn't actually evil and how everyone was so kind it was very beautiful to me. also, i always smile when i remember "the ultimate ginge" it was so funny to me

2. The Beast Below (5x2) - really really really like this episode like. already just for the visual look, i love it so much. the story is good imo, and i love that they managed to save the star whale, all hail amy pond!!! the ending was adorable i think. will never get over how visually gorgeous this episode is imo

3. Amy's Choice (5x7) - SUCH a fascinating episode, toby jones is fantastic as the dream lord and at least i kept doubting like no it's this no that AND IT WAS BOTH!?!? yeah love this episode, also rory is with us!!! he's so great guys one of my favourite companions for sure

4. The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang (5x12/5x1) - a great finale, i lovedddd how little amy came back and she helped save the world and the timey-wimeyness is SO GOOD y'all i love steven moffat because he does timey wimey stuff and i LOVE timey wimey stuff like all paradoxes and like going back in time to do something in the future etc etc is SO SO INTERESTING and you can do it in doctor who i need timey wimey stuff to happen even more in doctor who tbh

5. The Eleventh Hour (5x1) - great introduction to both amy and 11, the story is good + OLIVIA COLMAN RAHHH honestly i need her to come back to doctor who in a bigger role like even as the doctor or the master she's fantastic, but yeah i like this one too

6. The Time of Angels/Flesh and Stone (5x4/5x5) - i like the story and the scene where the angel is appearing through the video clip and when amy had to walk with her eyes closed like the forest scenes were honestly so good, ANDDDD THE FACT THAT THE DOCTOR DOESN'T HAVE HIS COAT AND WHEN HE COMES BACK HE HAS IT ON YOU CAN SEE IT AND IT'S NOT A MISTAKE IT TIES TO THE SERIES FINALE I'M SO INSANE ABOUT THAT, always LOVE seeing river song, the angels moving on screen kinda sucks, however i'm fine with that because of the theories that they move between frames or the crack affects their abilities, and also the scene between 11 and amy at the end of the 2nd part was NOT good like i've heard steven moffat regrets writing it tho can't confirm that, and yeah he should like it doesn't add anything to the story, it's creepy, deeply uncomfortable and makes no sense

7. The Hungry Earth/Cold Blood (5x8/5x9) - it's not bad, i like the exploration of how humans can be very cruel, absolutely LOVE rory i was so sad when he died and karen gillan's acting when amy is trying to remember rory AAAAA, also loved many of the side characters, but that one silurian and the mum made me SO. ANGRY. like y'all won't even believe how much i hate those two god i was so mad

8. The Lodger (5x11) - i like the story even tho it's probably not the best there is, it's pretty funny and i do like craig ngl, i know people don't like him because of james corden, however i'm not aware of ANYTHING i have no idea what he's done because i like barely know the name so he doesn't ruin it for me

9. The Vampires of Venice (5x6) - i like rory and amy in this but tbh i'm not a fan of the story, i liked the side characters tho and was sad when the girl didn't survive she was really nice :(

10. Victory of the Daleks (5x3) - the story is okay i think but tbh i wasn't too invested, also what's it with churchill being such a hero so often like he was NOT that great of a guy and definitely not someone i'd really see the doctor being friends with, the scene where they're sort of turning the robot guy into human is great, i really like it

that's it for today!!!! hopefully i'll post series 6 sooner lol

[starphasedd]

To Trust a Jedi series

Din Djarin x F!reader

Part One - Sweet

Chapter 3 - Savior

Series Rating- 18+

Synopsis: A former Jedi learning to trust again finds herself creating a partnership with a Mandalorian.

Notes: I'm following the original storyline loosely for now--but will branch off later. This chapter was really to show the relationship development between Din and reader in the beginning.

Word count: BUCKLE IN BITCHES ITS 8K+

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It was hard to explain.

Hard to explain that you were once a traitor to humanity--a monster. A woman who had the blood of a thousand men on her hands. You spent that last decade washing yourself of that blood--the guilt and the shame.

You weren't going to say you had a terrible childhood, in vain attempt to bait sympathy from others. But that's how it always is, right? Young woman grows up an orphan, never knowing the love of a mother or father, so she turns to the Empire to get her revenge--it was the lack of love that drove her there! Maker, the whole idea was fucking stupid.

What transpired back then was all your doing. Your blatant ignorance as a young girl. You didn't know what you were doing. You had no idea you were being conditioned to become a killer. You were young and stupid, desperately trying to prove yourself to anyone who would listen.

Are you angry about what they did to you--what they made you do--or were you angry with yourself for being stupid enough to let it happen? You thought about that constantly. That terrifying question was constantly scraping at the back of your brain--aching to reer it's ugly head and send you into a downwards spiral. You hated yourself sometimes.

At the ripe, immature, age of 18, you were coerced into joining the Imperial Army. A pretty young woman with an extraordinary talent for piloting any machine she got her hands on. You never understood this talent--not fully--until you spent time as a fighter pilot in the Imperial Army. You would soon come to realize that this wasn't just a talent--it was a gift. A gift that was now hunted for.

You started at the bottom of the Totem-pole; bottom of the food chain. Your piloting and mechanical talents soon shot you up that ladder. After nearly 10 years, you were promoted to a Squad Commander--and you were given the opportunity to build your own squad of fighter pilots.

You were a fearless pilot. Unlike any other. You never backed down, not even in the most dangerous of situations--situations that should have gotten you killed. Whenever you were given a task, a mission, you followed through one hundred percent of the time. You never missing a shot--precision was your entire being. Year after year, hundreds of innocent men would die by your hands. Small, nimble fingers gripping gun controls in a fighter jet. Those sounds--or rather the lack of--still haunted you. Space was a dense, cold vaccum. When you locked your finger on that trigger and pulled, there was no sound. No explosion, no hiss of the other ship's air-lock breaking, no crackle from the flames. Nothing. Your victims last words, or his screams, would be sucked into the vaccum of space, never to be heard by any living soul.

The first time was suprising, the next few times relieving, and then it became an ache, a living hell. Your mind began fucking with you--creating the sounds and screams for you instead. Only you weren't just hearing them echo through your head while flying, you were hearing them while you slept. While getting a shower, eating dinner. You couldn't escape the sounds of the pure terror you wrought upon hundreds of innocent souls.

Those screams and images that flashed through your mind on the daily are what drove you to make the decision you did, ten years ago. A decision that would change your life indefinitely.

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Din was still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. When you and child stood defenselessly behind him as the horned beast reered to stomp him into the dirt. How he laid there in defeat, having already accepted his fate. It was shameful, to him and his creed to have given in so easily, and how it ended up being a tiny grimlin child that saved his life. With the help of a woman he had just met not a couple hours prior.

He sat in the pilots chair of the Razor Crest, gloved fingers gently tapping the arm rest of his seat as he was leaned back, deep in thought. The beskar helmet laid back against the head rest as he watched the stars slow--the Crest coming out of hyperspace as they approached Navarro.

The soft hum of the engines, and the metal creaking brought him back to reality. And when he heard the soft pitter-patter of your significantly smaller boots against the floor in the haul, he turned his helmet to the side. Positioning his ears to listen. He heard you shuffling panels--popping them back into place. Then he could hear you scooting crates back to where you got them, softly mumbling to yourself--or the boy--as you went about your business. He didn't know why he had suddenly invited you on board the Razor Crest a day ago. For all he knew, you could be a hunter too--waiting for a prime moment to hijack his ship and take the kid for your own.

He couldn't bring himself to believe those theories. He had watched you fight Jawas, shoot a beast for him, and protect a small child whom you had just met, all within twelve hours of knowing him. On top of that, you agreed to go into hyperspace with a man you didn't know. Yet, you seemed to trust him enough to do so.

He sat there for another few minutes before getting up to go down to the lower level. After the cockpit doors hissed open, he descended the ladder. Once his large feet clumped to a hault on the haul floor, his helmet shifted to the left to see you sitting with your back against the wall. Your legs up at your chest--squeezing the boy into your breasts.

There was a lump in his throat. He swallowed thickly as his eyes traced down your sharp jawline, over your neck and down to the swell of your breasts under the boys purring face. Your chest rose softly as you breathed calmly with the boy. You nimble fingers drawing circles over his back. Din shifted to the side slowly, hoping to not frighten you as he began walking your way.

When he came to a hault right above you, your face slowly rose and your eyes seemed to make contact with his, even under his helmet. How were you doing that? Since you first looked at him back on Arvala-7, you always seemed to be able to catch his eyes.

"We're arriving soon." He speaks--tone rough. Presumably from his mouth drying out at the sight of the child snuggled into your swollen breasts. The torn and filthy v-neck shirt not leaving much to his imagination. His gloved hands stay at his sides, fingers twitching gingerly, almost nervously.

"Right." You say before placing your feet on the floor and hauling your body up straight.

Din craned his neck down to look at you, your eyes meeting his once again before you shifted to move past him. Taking the small green child to settle him down in his hoverpram. He kept his helmet trained on the floor, his back to you before he heard you speak again.

"Do you--" you pause. "--know what the client plans on doing with him?" You ask softly, you're now facing him--so he forces himself to turn around and look at you.

Of course he doesn't know. It's against Guild rules to ask. Do the job, collect the reward and forget it ever happened. But--with this child, something seemed different. When he first found the child, he had wondered what the big fuss was about. What did the client want to do with a fifty year old green baby? Maybe he understood now. After analyzing everything that had transpired since he found the child, he could determine there was something special about him. He doesn't quite understand what yet. He may never find out.

Din can tell you're getting impatient when you shuffle your body towards him some more and cross your arms over your chest. He helmet moves to look up your body, and stops on your face. His fingers giving away his nervousness or rather, his uncertainty. He only shakes his head slightly to answer you. He can hear the sigh of disappointment leak from your lips.

To Din's suprise though--you offer him a smile, a weak one, but a smile nonetheless. He watches as you turn slowly to look down at the boy in his pram, small hands coming down to land on him.

"I just hope he isn't in any danger."

Din didn't say anything--just watches you. His helmet then slowly falling to the boy who slept peacefully in the hoverpram.

That was a question he wished he could answer. He couldn't put his finger on it, he didn't understand why he felt a pull to the kid. Regardless, he was a hunter. He didn't have time to worry himself with the child. He simply needed to drop the boy off, collect his reward and see Karga about his next puck. But something was still itching at him as he watched you turn and walk around the pram, heading for the fresher and shutting the door behind you.

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The Mandalorian settled the Razor Crest down on the ground, sand and dirt shooting up and filling the air surrounding as the tracks made contact with the earth below. The ramp squealed and shook as his broke open from it's brackets, slowly lowering to the ground and slamming down. He finished flipping a few more buttons on the control panel before turning in his seat and descending the ladder.

You sat on a crate, unwinding the jacket from your waist and pulling it up over your shoulders, slipping your arms in each sleeve. You stood as he approached, his hands in front of him as he toyed with the small equipment on his forearm. The boy's hoverpram syncing and automatically begining to following him.

He walked past you---heavy steps echoing through the haul as he approached the ramp and started walking down. When he reached the bottom, he stopped and locked his helmet on you, watching you walk down shortly after him.

Your smaller boots making less noise, you walk down the ramp and stop in front of him--the gentle breeze from other ships docking around you knocking a few more stands of hair down, falling to your shoulders. You look up at him, the silence a little awkward before you decide to break it.

"Stinks here. Suits this planet." You murmur, eyes trained on his T-visor as a wide smile creeps along your lips--waiting for his response.

It takes a few seconds, but you see his shoulders jutt slightly, and a small chuckle comes through the modulator. Maker, you made him laugh. You smile wider--if possible--and then pull your bottom lip between your teeth to bite down. He watches you silently, trying to seem unphased but you can see the way his body responds. He stiffens and his fists clench at his sides.

He then reaches into his utility belt, helmet never leaving your face as you start to cross your arms over your chest. He pulls out a small bag, and holds it in front of you. You look down at the bag hanging from his gloved fingers and cock your head to the side, curious.

"Whats this?"

"Credits. To get off this planet." He says.

You chuff and take one hand to gently push his much larger one away with the credits.

"I can manage." You say. His intense stare burning a hole through you.

"Take it." He says more roughly this time.

You wave your hand at him and shake your head. "No. You earned those credits. I'm not taking them--"

He stands firm, gripping the bag of credits tightly.

"--my passage here was payment enough."

You see him stand a little more tall, shoulders shifting back to make himself look bigger. Was he trying to intimidate you? You question that only until he shifts forth to grab your small wrist in his hand. He forces your palm up and gently lays the bag of credits snug on your skin.

"You earned them," He says. "for helping me repair my ship, and watching the kid."

You held your hand there in mid-air, palm still open as he moved his hands to grip the buckle of his belt, hips jutted out to the side again. You pondered giving it back to him again, but you knew it would get you nowhere. He was an honest, honorable man and wanted to compensate you for your troubles.

It was honestly rude of you to reject the first time, so you sigh in defeat and drop your hand to place the bag of credits in your jacket pocket.

"You win this time, Mando."

"I tend to." He says, voice deeper and smoother than before.

Now this--this was blatant teasing and it made you blush for the first time in front of him. Your face is a flushed bright red, you push your lips out in frustration and huff. Mando just stands there, not moving an inch from where he was standing. You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to seem firm, but it only makes him shift his helmet slightly. He was still gawking at you, but from a different angle now.

You keep your eyes trained on the T-visor where you thought his eyes were for a few more seconds and then huff again. You shift to stomp past the foreboding man to the child behind him. You dropped your hands into the pram softly placed both palms on each side of the child's head. He shifted, looking up at you with those beautiful brown hues--larger than life. For a moment, his smile makes you forget all about the intimidating Mandalorian behind you. Your thumps slowly stroking the insides of his large ears as he coos.

"Looks like this is goodbye, sweet boy." You say softly, a new feeling starting to appear.

The feeling of dread--sorrow--fills your stomach. It briefly sends chills down your spine and your smile slowly disappears. You had no idea what Mando's client planned on doing with the child. You'd hoped that Mando wouldn't harm the child-- you didn't think he would. In the past few days of knowing him, he seemed to be a honorable man. You had a feeling he wasn't that type. But--his client was a different story. Seeing what the child was capable of back on Arvala-7 made your face burn. He had abilities beyond his own control and you had a gut feeling he may be in danger--a target.

It wasn't your place to question it though. Too many times you let your gut get you into trouble. Making assumptions without fully understanding the entirely of the situation. So, you swallow the lump in your throat and force a smile as you hear the child coo again. He grabs the pointer finger on your right hand and squeezes.

"Stay out of trouble, alright?"

He coos softly, cocking his head to the side as if asking you what that meant. A soft chuckle falls from your mouth before you slowly shift to the side, unwillingly pulling your fingers from the boy. Your body on autopilot as you walk away from the him and back towards the Mandalorian.

You stop in front of Mando and catch the middle of his T-visor again. He cranes his neck down to look at you.

"Thanks again." You say softly. "For getting me out of the mess."

He looks at you in silence, chest rising and falling gently as he breaths.

"No need to thank me. Don't be stupid next time and go after Jawa's by yourself." He says.

(He says that like he didn't do the same damn thing)

You laugh at him and place your hands on your hips. You think you catch his helmet trailing down your arm to where those hands just planted--then back up to your face.

You reach your hand out, open for him to grab and shake. He obliges, reaching out and shaking it firmly. His gloves are cold rough, no doubt from that abuse they had taken over the years.

Giving him one more sweet smile, you turn on your heels and head into the city. Mando's helmet burning holes into the back of your head until you physically aren't visible to him anymore. A brief moment of relief floods over you when you can't feel his eyes on you anymore. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something about him--the way he carried himself--so confident, sure in his actions, it set your body on fire. You only just met the man for Makers sake. You could tell he was dangerous.

A sigh leaves your lips as you look around at the unfamiliar territory. Right, where to now?

-----

Din's back was aching. He hadn't slept in over a week, and had been thrown to the ground multiple times by a Blurrg on Arvala-7. Then he was beaten half to death by a Mud Horn. Part of him was ready to get this exchange over with and be on his way. The other part of him was filling his mind and body with guilt and curiosity. He wasn't normally like this. He was good at not getting attached--he prided himself on it. Mandalorian's were lone creatures.

As he descended the last set of stairs near the client's hideout, he couldn't get rid of that itch still prodding in the back of his mind.

"I just hope he isn't in any danger"

Your words echoed through his mind as he approached the door with the kid in tow. He brought his gloved hand up to knock 2 times firm on the metal entrance. The long, sphere extended from it's hole and spoke gruff in an alien language. Din lifted his chain code for it to scan, and the doors swing open.

Two storm troopers appeared and one of them grabbed the rim of the hoverpram, pulling it with him as he began walking down a dark hallway. The other storm trooper staying close behind him.

"Easy with it." Din says firmly.

"You take it easy." The storm trooper bites back.

They bring him to the same room where he collected the bounty request. That same, gangly old man hunched over in his seat. His eyes light up and he shoots from his chair to step around the table.

"Yes. Excellent!" He says.

Din watches him carefully, helmet turning slightly to observe the multiple storm troopers around him. The man comes to a stop in front of the hoverpram to see the child. The boy's little green ears drooping as if he's disturbed.

"Your reputation was not unwarranted, Mandalorian." The man speaks. His eyes glancing up at Din before he leans back up tall, swiftly turning and approaching the table once again.

"Glad to see this Beskar going back to where it belongs, with it's ancestors." He says, sarcasm evident in his tone. He rounds the table and places his hand atop a small metal box. It hisses open when he presses a button on the side. Three chambers fall to reveal two stacks of pure beskar.

Din looks at the beskar for a few moments, the storm troopers keeping a close eye on him. He shifts closer, his hand reaching down to grab a couple pieces and examine them. He's pleased with the amount of beskar here--he could have this melted down to make stunning armour and still have some left to donate to the foundlings. But--he still couldn't shake that itch about the child. He places the beskar back down in the chamber and looks up at the man before him

"What do you plan on doing with the kid?" He asks.

The man stares at him, disdain and anger falling upon his features.

"How uncharacteristic of you Mandalorian. Is it not the Guild code to forget everything once you collect payment?" His tone is rough, agitated.

Din keeps looking at him for a moment before looking to the side, watching the occupied hoverpram slowly follow someone through a doorway. The boy inside cooing sadly and watching Din as he disappears.

"Do not overstep." The man says, pulling Dins attention back to him. He stands there, fists starting to clench by his sides before he takes one big step forward and closes the chambers on the device. He grabs the handle and lifts it off the table.

Din glances around the room one more time before looking back at the man. He squeezes the handle harder. Letting out a sigh unheard behind the helmet--he nods quickly and turns to exit the building. The sound of his heavy steps echoing as the main door hisses shut behind him.

---

Din knew exactly where he needed to head next. He was in desperate need of new armor.

He sat in front of the Armourer, who began melting down the beskar plates, piece by piece. She had measured his chest, thighs and opposite shoulder to fit him for appropriate sizes. His hands were clenched on his knees as he desperately tried to get the child out of his mind. The heat from the fire in front of him only aggitating him more.

When the Armourer inquired about creating his signant, he declined. Deep down he thought he surely didn't deserve one--having had his life saved by a woman and child only days before. The guilt still having a hold on him.

Instead, he opted for the Whistling Birds--a delicate but thorough weapon that attached to each forearm..

Some time later, he was walking down the streets in brand new armor. The bright glint of the experience beskar covering his entire body enamored everyone he passed. He made his way to the Cantina, where he was met with groups of harrowing eyes.

"Ah, Mando! Come in, come in!" Comes the loud and boisterous Karga Greef.

Din approaches Karga, who is sat in his usual booth--arms and legs spread as he seems to take up the entire bench. He has a wide and confident smile on his face.

"The Beskar suits you!"

Din stands still in front of Karga, not moving an inch as he surveys the room. He can hear idle chatter throughout.

"Come, sit!" Karga says loudly. "Let us celebrate another successful hunt!" He says, his left hand gesturing to one of the waiter droids to bring over drinks.

Din stands firm, looking down at Karga before sighing and reaching back to pull this pulse rifle off his back. He leans down, shuffling his large body into the small space between the bench and the table. He sets the rifler on the spot next to him.

"How does it feel?!" Karga asks. Din knows where this is going. He leans back against his seat. "How does it feel to be the best kriffing hunter around?!" He guffaws, the droid coming to set a glass down in front of him. Slowly, it pours spotchka into his cup. Din doesn't budge.

"I'm here for my next job."

"Oh c'mon Mando, you just finished! Why don't you take some time to relax?" Karga spouts.

Din leans in, hand firmly flat on the table. "My next job." He says.

Karga scoffs and leans back in his seat, bringing the blue drink to his lips to take a sip. "Say, I saw you touch down with a woman!" He says loudly. "She's a pretty one! Did you scare her off already?" Karga chuckles out.

Din's pointer finger twitches. He begins leaning back in his seat in a start and get out to leave, but Karga notices and stops him.

"Fine! Fine. Take your pick." He says with a grunt, reaching into his vest and pulling out a handful of pucks. He throws a few of them across the table at him. Din settles back down in his seat and cranes his neck down to scan over the pucks in front of him. Karga starting to tap his fingers impatiently on the table.

Din finally makes a selection--a bail jumper far away from this planet--and slides it to the middle of the table. Karga crosses his legs under the table and brings his arms up to lay over his chest.

"Fine selection, Mando."

Karga lays his glass back on the table, prompting the the droid to lean forward and pour more spotchka into his glass. He keeps his eyes trained on Din.

Slowly, Din grabs the puck and places it in his belt.

"The woman, Mando--" Karga repeats as Din begins crawling from the bench, throwing his pulse rifle back over his shoulder.

"Is none of your business." Din interrupts.

Karga freezes for a moment, almost as if that intimidated him. He scoffs softly and shakes his head, letting a hand drop to the full glass in front of him. A soft roll of his shoulders coming after.

Din has his back to Karga as he's getting ready to depart--but that feeling is back and he almost can't help what he says next.

"What do they plan on doing with the kid?" Din asks curtly. Karga immediately looks up at the back of Din's helmet and shugs.

"Don't know. Didn't ask. It's against The Guild rules." Karga speaks. "You'd be wise to remember that."

Din doesn't move for a second and he doesn't say anything. He stands there, fists at his sides.

"Why don't you grab a cantina of spice on your way out? You'll have forgotten all about the kid by the time you jump out of hyperspace." He says, shit-eating grin on his face.

Din tilts his helmet back slowly to glance at Karga before turning on his heel and marching out of the Cantina. His heavy boots clumping the ground as he makes his way through waves of people. He's gripping the strap over his chest hard. Deep down he knows there's something wrong, and he knows the child is in danger.

"I just hope he isn't in any danger."

Your words begin repeating themselves in his head again, the gentleness of your tone. How genuine it was. The way the words selflessly rolled off your tongue. You had only just met the boy but you already seemed so connected to him--caring for him by maternal instinct alone. Din couldn't get the image of the boy nestled against your breasts out of his mind. The way your small, nimble fingers rubbed circles on the boys back as he snuggled into the cushions on your chest. No doubt--warm and sublime.

He approached the Razor Crest as the ramp began to descend. Once he made his way into the cockpit, he was rushed. The only way for him to leave all this behind--like he was supposed to--would be to get off this kriffing planet as soon as possible. He began hurriedly flipping switches. The engines screaming to life as he begins his take off procedures.

It was when he leaned forward to flip one more switch that he was stopped in his tracks. The ball. The small, metal ball that the boy had so innocently wanted to play with when he first captured him.

His fingers hovered over the small sphere before abruptly pulling back and flipping down the switches he has just flipped up. The engines starting to power down as he shifts to stand from the pilots seat. He knew what he had to do.

Din makes his way for the ramp again, but not before stopping at his weapons cabinet and grabbing an extra blaster.

------

You stood at the back of the line. Fifteen to twenty people standing in front of you also looking for passage off this planet. Your fingera fidgety as you held the small bag of credits in your hands. The sun was bright, beaming down scolding hot rays directly on your forehead--making you sweat. It was uncomfortable, and making you slightly irritable.

You tapped your left foot, anxiously waiting for the cashier to call for the next person in line. The tension was rising between everyone in line because of the scorching sun.

You had no idea where you were going yet. Honestly, you were more focused on the fact that you hadn't seen the Razor Crest depart into the sky yet. Mando didn't seem like the type to stick around and chat. Why had it taken him this long to collect the bountry reward and leave?

You were abruptly pulled from your thoughts when you felt a gentle touch on the small of your back. Immediately choosing fight over flight, you whip around and throw your arm back--it comes in contact with pure beskar; shoving it back about a foot. A tinge a pain shoots through your arm and down your spine. Gasping loudly, you look up to see Mando--standing tall in all new armor. The glint of the sun brings tears to your eyes as it burns into your hues.

He stood with both hands in front of his chest, a motion to ease you.

"Easy!" He says loudly.

You exhale, chest falling back to a calm a movement.

"Maker--Mando! Don't do that! You scared me!" You say, shuffling back slightly, your shoulders resting.

He stands there for a brief moment--watching you calm down--and then you chime in again.

"What are you still doing here? Didn't you drop the kid off?" You ask.

His helmet lowers as he approaches you.

"I did--" he pauses, almost sounding unsure of his next words. "I need your help."

You breath out slowly, eye's examining his stiff posture. He's wound up about something. Before you can finish your analysis, his large hand is coming in to grab the apex of your upper arm and forearm. He shifts and starts dragging you behind him until you're both alone in an adjoining alley.

"What is going on?" You ask harshly. He stands close to you, your back almost flush against the wall behind you--he's boxing you in. A gloved hand hovers on your arm for another moment as he looks around anxiously.

"Mando." You say again. He snaps his helmet back to your attention.

"It's the kid." He says.

"What about him?"

"I turned him in--collected the reward." He says more gently. You can hear slight shame in his tone. You stand there, head tilting to the side as you wait for him to elaborate.

"And?" You ask.

He sighs, hand leaving you now as the T-visor burns into you.

"Doesn't feel right."

You watch him, his tall, broad form seems almost vulnerable in this moment. Had he not shown this part of himself to you, you would have thought he was a droid under that helmet. This moment provides proof otherwise.

"He's in a danger. I can feel it."

"What---what kind of danger?" You ask.

"I don't know yet," He says. "but they were Imperial."

Your heart stopped in that moment--years of torturous memories flooding back to you as your skin drains of it's color. Mando notices and his breath catches for a moment. It all made sense now. The Empire knew of the boy and his abilities---he was Force sensitive. Your mouth went dry and you tried to swallow.

"Hey--"

"What's the plan?" You ask, interrupting him--your voice was rough.

"What?" He's slightly suprised at your boldness.

"Trust me when I tell you that it's imperative that we find that boy, Mando--" you say, voice shaking slightly. "--so what's the fucking plan?"

You can't help the feeling that rushes between your legs when you see his shoulders stiffen, and his back straighten-- he stands tall and confident again. He grabs your hand in his and twists your palm to face up.

You feel something heavy drop in your palm but you don't look, eye's still locked on his T-visor.

"I don't have a plan." He says. "Just follow my lead and stay behind me."

You look down to see a small blaster in your palm.

"If we get separated, just make sure you get the kid somewhere safe."

You nod, heading his instructions as he pushed his helmet up to look around again.

"What about you?" You ask.

That's when he turns the helmet back towards you and leans forward, one of his hands coming to rest on the wall next to you. His large body presses you back into the wall and you think you can hear his breath hitch. The warmth of his body consumes you as you try and understand what he's doing. Then you look to the direction he was, and you see two storm troopers marching by. Mando was concealing you.

"Don't worry about me. Just make sure the kid is safe." he whispers near your face. Your hands were now resting atop his beskar chest plating.

"Okay" you nod, speaking breathlessly. Fuck, your body was fibrating--almost like it was feeding off his energy.

Mando removes himself from you when he deems fit and turns, pointing his helmet in the direction he begins walking and you follow closely behind him. You shove the blaster into the empty holster on your belt and keep with him.

He's not even walking that fast, but his legs are significantly longer than yours so he takes longer strides. You're basically jogging behind him as he uses his massive body to push through crowds of people in the shopping district. He then makes a hard left that descends multiple levels.

You come out into another dirty alley and Mando leads you to a large door. He stands tall, knocking firmly on the door before retreating just around the corner and waiting for the identification droid to appear. When it does, Mando reaches out and roughly yanks it apart, throwing it to the ground. A couple seconds go by before the door slides open and two storm troopers appear. You stop breathing for a moment, the familiar sound of their suits clanking together sending chills down your spine.

The storm troopers split up in each direction--mando taking the chance to slide in the door behind them--you followed quickly behind him. He was quick, but you stayed on his tail. Your hand was now gripping your blaster firmly on your hip--ready to shoot at any moment.

Mando ran you down a dark hallway before reaching another door. It swung open after Mando kicked it and inside there was a man standing there, frozen. Fear was written all over his face as he began babbling.

"Wa-wait! P-please don't hurt him! He's just a baby!" The man plead.

"What did you do to it?" Mando asked firmly, you stood behind him and watched his form come to tower over the other man. As Mando approached the man, you slid behind him and grabbed the child out of the machine he was in. You pulled him into your chest once again. When you looked up, Mando was standing over the other man--who was craddled in a ball on the floor. Mando had his blaster trained on him before you slid back beside him.

With the child on your chest, you pushed on Mando's shoulder, beckoning him to follow you as you turned and started for the door. Mando followed tall behind you. His presence behind you was intimidating. The way his boots clumped heavily against the floor as he walked. If you hadn't known it was him, you probably would have been a little scared.

Just as you were about to exit the building, Mando's large arm came to wrap around your waist, his hand splaying over your tummy as he pulled you back against his hard chest. You squeaked at his actions--unwillingly--and held still as two storm troopers walked past the doorway. Marker, how had he heard them? Even you, who had spent years listening to storm troopers clump around in their suits hadn't heard them coming.

You stayed there with your back flush against his front, your ass pressed against his groin--your face begining to heat up as his gloved fingers dig into your belly. You can hear his heavy breathing as the cold beskar grazes your temple.

"Careful." He says next to your ear.

You breath out loudly and nod. His hand slowly, almost hesitantly, leaving you and his body moving in front of yours again. He peeks his head out of the doorway and motions back to you--it seems clear.

Following close behind him again, the sun was starting to set. Bright orange and red rays of light beam off his clean beskar as he moves almost elegantly in front of you. The sounds of the bustling city drown out the intrusive thoughts of his body pressed against yours as you both maneuver silently through the back streets. The child is nestled close to your chest, his tiny form curled up in the blanket you pulled him out in. He has his eyes closed, appearing to be asleep.

"You're gonna be okay, sweetheart." You mumble to him softly as your hand holds him firm to your breasts. He purrs, sending an ocean of goosebumps over your skin.

Within the next ten minutes, the sun had set and clouded everything around you in darkness. The occasional soft glow of a street lamp or open window leading the way as you continue to follow Mando until you come into an opening--the Razor Crest coming into view. A sigh of relief flows from your lips and you smile as you see the old girl parked--ready for take off. You're smile only lasts a few seconds before you're abruptly bouncing off Mando as he comes to a hault in the middle of the courtyard.

"Fuck--Mando! What are yo--" your words trail off and your eyes widen. Your hands automatically tightening around the boy as you see a tall figure standing in the exit. A man comes forward, gripping a blaster at his side. You can hear shuffling behind you. Turning around--you're met with swarms of other hunters. All of them hungry, and brandishing weapons. You stay close to Mando, dropping one of your hands to the blaster on your hip and removing it from the holster. You hold it up firm, pointing in the direction of the men behind Mando while he deals with the one in front of him.

"Welcome back, Mando!" You hear from a distance.

"Let us pass. We're going to my ship." Mando says curtly.

The man in the exit doesn't move.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mando." The man says, shifting to pull the blaster from his belt. "You know this is against the Guild code, Mando." He says.

Mando doesn't reply, but he holds his fingers to hover over the blaster on his hip.

"You brought that poor woman along with you? Have you no concept of your own limitations, Mando? You cannot possibly think you are leaving here alive with that bounty."

You breath out, arm shifting to any direction you see movement. The boy is held firm to your chest.

"Mando," you huff out. "we are severely out numbered here." You whisper, looking over you shoulder--your back to him.

"If you put the child down, I may be able to spare your life. Hell--even hers!" The man says, Mando has yet to utter a single word. Its when he shifts slightly and brings his arm back to you that you jump. He turns you around as his hand graces your lower back again. This time, his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt--holding you there.

"The kid is coming with us." Mando tuts.

"If truly care for the kid, or the woman, you'll put the bounty on the speeder and then we can discuss terms." The man says, you watch from behind Mando's shoulder. Your breath was shaky and uneven. It had been almost ten years since you had been in a confrontation to this extent. Your fingers still gripping your blaster at your side.

Mando begins to move to the right, towards the speeder droid. He grips your shirt and brings you along with him. He uses his body to shield you. He stops you next to the speeder, his large body hovering over you from behind as you struggle to catch your breath. You're still gripping the child tightly against your chest when you feel Mando's hands grip either side of your hips. Suddenly, you're being lifted into the air and being thrown into the speeder. You land on your side with a thump--and a groan--leaving your lips as you feel Mando's much large body land in the speeder next to you.

Blaster fire rings through the air as all hell breaks loose. You can't hear anything but yelling and the wirring of hot plasma going by virtually every part of your body. You feel Mando shifting back and forth as he tries to fight off as many as he can, but blaster fire keeps ricocheting off his beskar armor.

You look down at the boy under you, beads of your sweat rolling off and falling on his sleeping figure. In that moment--you can't hear anything but your own breathing. The only thing you can think of, is that you hope to maker he doesn't wake up.

You reach up to grab the blaster that fell from your hands when Mando tossed you here. Pulling the safety off, you throw your arm over the side of the speeder and begin rapidly firing. There's no rhyme or reason to your aiming, you just fire aimlessly into the crowd of hungry hunters. Mando's back was to you, both of you desperately trying to bring any kind of relief to the situation you had gotten yourselves into.

You screech when you feel a hand reach up over the side of speeder and grab your extended arm. The firm was tight, unwavering as a man began pulling your body over the side of the speeder. You reach down with your free hand and grab the blaster from the hand the man had ahold of. You grunt loudly as your stomach presses hard into the side of the speeder.

Mando is alerted by your grunts and does a double take when he sees your body pulled halfway over the speeder. He takes his free hand and grabs your ankle, holding you firmly in place.

The man quickly realizes he has bitten off more than he can chew when your trembling hand places the blaster to his temple. Sweat rolling off your face in blankets as you go to pull the trigger. In that moment, you realize you'd hadn't been watching your surroundings. You gasp when you see another man crawl into view. He has his blaster pointed directly at you and he takes the shot.

Red hot pain shoots through your entire body when the plasma ray makes direct contact with your left shoulder. Out of reflex, you pull the trigger on the blaster in your hand and the man drops to the ground. You retreat back up to the speeder and fall to your back, moaning loudly as you drop the blaster and slap your hand on your bloody shoulder.

"Sh-shit ah--" you gasp.

Mando looks back to see you laying on your back.

"Fuck--are you okay?" He asks roughly--blaster fire still filling almost all of your senses. You barely hear him.

You turn to look at him, his T-visor looking directly at you. You nod slowly, face wincing from the pain. You give him a look, pleading for him to get you the hell out of here. He responds by ordering the speeder droid to drive. When it doesn't respond, he points his blaster at it and whirls to live.

As the speeder starts to move, Mando continues firing into the crowd of hunters. He's now laying flat on his stomach next to you. His free hand moves to grab the child wrapped in blankets and lay him to your chest--your uninjured arm comes down to lay a hand on the baby--your breath coming out strained and uneven.

The speeder haults to a stop when blaster fire crushes through the droid, smoke pouring out in every direction.

For a moment, it gets silent as the remaining hunters carefully crowd around the speeder. Mando lays low, pulling his pulse rifle off his back and positioning on the side of the speeder.

Zzpt!

One hunter puffs into thin air.

Zzpt!

Another.

Mando loads his rifle one more time before a powerful voice rings through the silence.

"That's an impressive weapon, Mando!" He says. There's a brief moment of silence before Mando speaks.

"Here's what I'm gonna do, Karga," Mando says loudly. "I'm going to take the kid, and the woman, and walk to my ship. And you're going to let me do it."

"No, how about this," Karga says. "We're going to take the kid," His voice rings through your ears. "And if you try and stop us, we kill you and the woman, and strip your body for parts!"

Mando stays still for a moment before more blaster fire rings through the air. He takes his pulse rifle and electrocutes a man that comes close to you on your right side. Throwing his rife back of his shoulder, he boldly leans up as the hunters clamor to get closer. He extends his right arm and in a last-ditch attempt--you think---he starts throwing flames at the men to keep them away.

When he falls back down to the speeder, he's hovering over you and the boy, one hand on either side of your head. You look up and meet his T-visor. Your face is filthy and covered in sweat. Your hand holds the boy firm to your chest as your eyes shift back and forth rapidly--desperately trying to catch his eyes with yours. You hear a small coo from the bundle of blankets on your chest, and Mando's helm leaves your face for a moment to look down at the boy. Big brown eyes slowly opening to see the Mandalorian above him.

"He needs you." You whisper just loud enough for Mando to hear. His helmet comes back up to meet your gaze again and you smile weakly.

In that moment, both of you are quiet-- searching eachother for something. All you can hear is your own breathing again. The sounds of men shouting and blaster fire is muffled as you stare into the T-visor. His broad form still hovering over you. There's an unfamiliar feeling rising in your chest as he stares at you--unwavering in this moment of peril.

Your eyes move past his helm for a moment to see streams of lights in the night sky. Mando catches your gaze moving from his and looks back. A group of Mandalorian's come soaring into the battle. Their jet packs all powering down in unison as they land on their feet and begin firing. You and Mando stay still, watching in what you can only describe as awe.

One larger Mandalorian comes to land next to the speeder.

"Get out of here. We'll hold them off." The large Mandalorian says as he rapidly fires his weapon into the crowd.

"You're going to have to relocate the covert" Mando says.

The larger Mandalorian turns to look at him for a moment and nod. "This is the way." He says.

Mando pauses before nodding. "This is the way."

There's a moment when they both look at eachother and nod again--in brotherhood--before Mando turns to look down at you.

"Can you run?" He asks.

You nod quickly and move your arm back to sit up. "Yes."

He looks at you for a moment before he jumps over the other side of the speeder. He kneels, but puts his arms out for you to jump down into. You keep the boy tight to your chest as Mando's hands hold you firmly in place. When he sees a chance, he grabs your arm and starts running towards the Razor Crest, dragging you with him. You stumble and struggle to keep up--your body lacking a certain amount of energy right now.

Nonetheless, you make it up the ramp of the Razor Crest, relief filling your lungs as Mando guides you to sit down on a crate against one of the hauls walls. The flood of relief also makes you nauseous as you lean your head back against the wall. Your breath was still uneven and shaky as you hold the boy to your chest. Your opposite arm limp and covered in blood. Just as Mando turns around to close the ramp, Karga jumps down and interrupts him. He holds his blaster to Mandos helm.

"I didn't want it to come to this Mando." He says. "You broke the code--and put the woman in danger!" He says.

Mando stays still, not saying a thing as Karga holds his blaster anxiously.

You're trying hard to focus, but you find yourself drifting into darkness. Your eyes blurring and becoming extremely hard to keep open. The nausea coming to make your head seem extremely heavy--and you realize what's happening. You're about to pass out.

You hear Karga's voice again, only it seems distant. Before you can do anything to stop it--your head falls hard to the wall, eyes shut.

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Ok I tried but I struggle with writing anal. This is just bad and idk😔. I promised something but I'm not satisfied with it. It's kinda a continuation of the other monster fic which is way better. I'm sorry😫. I will write a monster shig again in the future that will be better. It's also short

⚠️Tw: Monster Shig smut⚠️

After the tall, white haired monster was done wrecking your fragile body he gathers you in his lanky muscular arms and whisks you away to his lair where he bathes you, cleaning your cum stained thighs. For some reason you feel content with him, like this is where you belong. You should of felt ashamed for enjoying the rough sex with this creature yet you didn't. If anything you craved more.

Laying you down on what appears to be a large nest of some sort he nuzzles into your neck, cooing and tenderly kissing a path up and down it before sinking his now elongated fangs into your flesh making you cry out in pain. His bite seemed to release a venom of some kind and it was slowly working its way into your system, permanently bonding you to him, marking you forever as his mate, unbeknownst to you. An ancient symbol formed over the bite. Now he will always know where you are and what you're feeling. You were his.

As you lay there submissive and spent, your pliant body unable to move due to the hard fucking you had just received by this large beast, and the venom moving through your veins made you feel calmed and at ease, you couldn’t help but wonder what his plans were for you. Why had he brought you here?

You could feel your monster lover settle between your legs, his large claws rest on your milky thighs, keeping them parted. You hadn't noticed how very long and sharp they were until now as they dug into your skin just enough to draw blood which he eagerly licks up. But all your thoughts left you when you felt his lengthy forked tongue snake over your folds, tracing your puffy lips, coating them with his saliva tracing patterns across your slit. A breathy moan leaves you when he swirls his long wet appendage around your over sensitive clit, the texture of it sending electricity coursing through your whole body. His fingers flex on your soft thighs pushing them further apart while he partakes in your essence. His tongue caresses the hard nub causing your body to quake in ecstasy. "Ss stop" you stutter out.

Hmm he hums, mouth engulfing your precious jewel, giving it a several quick sucks before releasing it with a pop. A low dark laugh reverberates from him. So evil sounding, anybody who heard it should be terrified but you, it aroused you. "Stop, now why would I do that" he hissed, his blood red eyes boring into your own as he looked up from his place between your spread legs.

"Your enjoying it so much, oh name is Ssshigarakkii, it's what I want you to scream when I fuck you." Before you could even say anything he rose to full height, looming over your small frame. His two massive cocks springing into view. Your eyes widen in fear, wait two, when were there two you panicked.

"Time to play with my pretty little human toy again" he grins down at you wickedly.

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you try desperately to close your legs and move away. "No no please there's no way, I can't," you cry hysterically, shaking your head. But it was too late his long arms had hooked under your legs dragging you towards him, you could feel the heat of his leaking erections positioned firmly against both of your openings, heavy and oozing with pre cum. The angry purple tips aimed and ready to surge forward.

"Scream for me tiny pet" he purrs, his hips buck, sheathing himself in your delicious tightness. An ear splitting scream leaves you at the harsh and painful intrusion, you feel like your splitting in two.

Leaning his head back he lets out a shrill screech, his red eyes dilate and his hold on your legs grow stronger, something wet and slippery fills both your holes and immediately eases your pain, relaxing you, allowing him to move easier. Your hands grasp at the sheets beneath you as he slides in and out of you, stretching you so wide around his thick lengths, pushing in deeper and deeper each time till he has completely buried both members within your warmth.

"Mine" he snarls before pulling all the way out only to ram back in, filling you up. Your back arches from the force of his thrusts, unable to speak all you can do is whine as your mouth falls slack in a silent plea, even with his lubrication it is too much.

"Be an obedient pet and speak my name little one" he commands. His movements only became sharper, the manhood that's in your pussy repeatedly hits that bumpy patch deep within you, making your toes curl as your body tingles with need. His other shaft is plunging into your small puckered entrance, your ring of muscles clenching around it like a vise grip. "Now, who owns you" his voice is husky and low, making it clear this was your last warning.

"Umm ahh Sh...Shigarakiiii, yours, I belong to you" you scream. "Fuck your gripping me so good pet" he said pounding into you at a furious pace. Hips snapping against you as his throbbing cocks rub over your walls, both your cunt and ass are clamping down on him as he ruts into you, you can feel every vein and groove on his fat lengths. You feel blissfully tight as your insides flutter around him, drenching his dick in your climax. He can already feel a coil unwinding in his balls, signaling his own release, he pounds into you till he is emptying himself in you, pumping you full of his cum. As he pulls out of you he watches his seed spill from your holes, dripping onto the sheets below. "Mate" he growls possessively. 

[husky-artz]

Note: I did forget to draw "the gift " that Arson Gives Zephyr, you'll know once you read this

Sorry if this isn't as long as it should be qwq

Part 1

-Town Forest -

Arson: hmm...where is he ? I told him to be here by now.

-Whoosh-

Zephyr: ...

Arson: took you long enough. Aren't you supposed to be Royal's fastest flyer?~

Zephyr: -sign language- "Well excuse me . It's not easy to leave school this late at night! "

Arson: yeah yeah , you're just saying that because you suck as sneaking out~

Zephyr: -Sign- "Unlike you , I'm a well behaved student."

Arson: Hmmm then why do you hang out with me ? huh Zeppy Chan?

Zephyr: -sign- "quit calling me that "

Arson: you're not answering the question ~ is it perhaps you are in love with me!?

Zephyr: -sign- "Dumbass! We're already dating! "

Arson: whoops~ must've slip my mind~

Zephyr: -sign- "Oh i'll make you slip your mind you little-"

Arson: come on, come on! We gotta go to our picnic spot!

Zephyr: ...-sign- "Alright but you better not pull any tricks, imp."

Arson: see? now you're calling me a pet name~

Zephyr: -angry horse snorts-

Arson: -chuckles- you're funny when you're angry~

-Deeper within Forest-

Arson: Here we are !

-A display of a blanket , with food and a basket is shown-

Zephyr: -sign- "you really did all this?"..

Arson: well yeah, It's valentine's..did i do something wrong? This is really the first time I've ever did anything, it's my second one after all

Zephyr: ! -sign- "second one?"

Arson: yeah , my first valentine's was my first year at school and it was the same time i was getting tamed to be human like. So when I saw "hearts" for the first time, i was so confused because i knew what an actual heart looked like ...I was not the brightest at that time.

Zephyr: -whistles in a tone as if he were laughing-

Arson: haha funny. you try coming a world where everything is different to you

Zephyr: -sign- "I'm not laughing at you, genuinely. but just the idea that you're not as smart as you are in the past just seems funny "

Arson: Well, I didn't have the mentally of human sense.. more so a inhuman beast. So I was basically a baby in my first year with Idia Senpai as "a parent" while still following orders

Zephyr: ...

Arson: I know you can't speak but I'm not sure about your silence..

Zephyr: -sign- "I'm just surprised you're telling me this...You don't have to tell me personal stuff you might be embarrassed about"

Arson: ..Well maybe that's how much I trust you.

Zephyr: !! -Blush-

Arson: Besides , I'm not dumb enough to even tell the most embarrassing thing about me, only Ichi knows and it will STAY like that

Zephyr: -sign- "yeah yeah , Alright."

Arson: Alright, Let's just eat already!

Part 2

Zephyr: -Sign- "Arson?"

Arson: hm? what is it Zephyr?

Zephyr: -sign- "is that...Eros' Blessing? "

Arson: well yeah , is that a problem?

Zephyr: -sign- "are you aware that it can be used as anytime if given before valentine's?

Arson: duh~

Zephyr: ..-sign- "So you're using it today on purpose?"

Arson: is the blessing effecting you ?

Zephyr: -sign- "of course not, The blessing only affects the relationship not the person you're pursuing. "

Arson: aww you don't love me ..~ -joking-

Zephyr: -sign- "Of course i do. "

Arson: So you admit it?~

Zephyr: ! -sign- "it's just...i do care about you more then other. don't get any wrong ideas."

Arson: we're dating and you're acting like such a tsundere~

Zephyr: -sign- "shut up.." -he seemed to be blushing more-

Arson: Besides. I wanna use this blessing to better our relationship.

Zephyr: ? -sign- "We don't have problems do we ..? "

Arson: no , we don't but...it's just because of insecurities i still have about.. you know.

Zephyr: !!

Arson: ...

Zephyr: -sign- "you're still on about 'Elliot" right? ..."

Arson: maybe a little...

Zephyr: -sign- " Arson, i'll say this once , I'll say it again. Yes, Elliot, i did fall for we both know this."

Arson: ...

Zephyr: -sign- "The only difference between you two is that you have this form and you changed as Elliot in Royal sword when you were stuck there. "

Zephyr: -Sign- "Elliot is just a front with a blank slate, but Arson, you have much more than that. You never changed your personality at all and trust me, I know how you acted here and then."

Arson: geez, Now I really feel mushy inside.. -a slight blush-

Zephyr: -sign- ' you're my dumbass and it's gonna stay like that. You hear me ?"

Arson: yes, I do..-a genuine smile-

Zephyr: -Sign- "Good."

Arson: but i can't hear you since you can't speak ~

Zephyr: -sign- " OH YOU LITTLE-"

Arson: Hahaha! Sorry! I just had to!

Zephyr: -Sign- "That will be the last time I'll be sympathetic! "

Arson: no no! I'm sorry, i couldn't help it

Zephyr: ..-sign- "it's only a little funny. but no more like that or you'll get hoof kick. "

Arson: Oh? am i finally able to see your Centaur form?

Zephyr: -sign- "you haven't unlocked that trust yet."

Arson: aww, i have to keep leveling up, Phoo~

Zephyr: -sign - "It's not like you wanna show me you're imp form"

Arson: Oh i can, I just need permission.

Zephyr: -sign- 'Why?"

Arson: ...

Zephyr: .......

Zephyr: -sign- "Arson..?"

Arson: Let's just say, People would be in fear if they saw my Imp form. You know what a full imp looks like right?

Zephyr: -sign- 'no.."

Arson: then let's keep it that way for now! and by then , we can both see our true form!

Zephyr: ..-sign- "i guess that's fair. but you don't like that scary do you ? i mean this is YOU we're talking about."

Arson: Well, one hint i can give is that I'm at least 20 ft taller

Zephyr: ?!?

Arson: Yeah.. that's part of the intimidation.

Part 3 (Final)

Arson: This was a nice date! A bit of Insecurities here and there but it was fun!

Zephyr: -sign- "It was but next time , please at least be a little formal..? I'm assuming eating like a rabid animal was your imp sense?"

Arson: ...mayhaps- Sorry I got too comfortable

Zephyr: ..-sign- " you know what? It's fine , I guess it's just new to me that i find it weird .' -smile-

Arson: oh yeah! -pulls out a present- I made you something

Zephyr: !!

Arson: Well don't people give gifts on Valentine's?

Zephyr: -sign- "well yes.. but i didn't expect to get a gift is all."

Arson: Well , you're supposed to gift or make your partner something one Valentine's and I did just that~

Zephyr: -sign- "Well Still. Thank you " -opens it - "what?"

Arson: Well?

-shows an Image of a collar that has a sort of boz device on it -

Zephyr: -sign- " i hope i don't come off as mean but what is this? "

Arson: try it on and find out

Zephyr: ... -he puts on said collar then out of the block came a voice- This is weird why did- huh?!

Arson: Ta da! I made you a voice box! So now you don't have to use sign language as much!

Zephyr: W-wait.. how is this..

Arson; basically it senses all nerves connecting to your head area and it translates all of your thoughts into the voice. So whatever you're thinking right now, it'll be spoken out with the voice box.

Zephyr: So i can't keep things to myself..?

Arson: well if you wanna "keep quiet" the red button shuts it off and same for turning it on.

Zephyr: ....

Arson: ...do you like it..?

Zephyr: -laughs- of course I do! it feels weird but now I don't have to worry about others not understanding me!

Arson: I'm glad but It also needs to charge every so often , so don't be to dependant on it.

Zephyr: well that's good to know...did you choose my voice?

Arson: nope, it creates a voice based on mannerisms, how you think as well as a guess to what your vocal cords could have been if they functioned

Zephyr: and..you really did all this for me..?

Arson: Well if trying to get it to work correctly for about a few weeks now and almost destroying it counts as doing if for you ? then yes

Zephyr: Pff.. wait.. when did you start it?

Arson: ...around when you meet me like this.

Zephyr: ! so you planned this from the start?

Arson: Well i noticed how people at your school sometimes purposely try not to understand you or misinterpret what you're trying to say into something else. So i figured now they can't mess with you now with this..

Zephyr: ..thank you , I really do appreciate it

Arson: hey , it's getting late now , It's 12 PM -

Zephyr: 12 Pm!? shit! I'm gonna get in trouble!

Arson: Royal Sword guards don't patrol the back off the school as heavy, so fly there and just do the best you can sneaking around.

Zephyr: ...I'm going to assume you knew that when you got stuck there ..Right?

Arson: ...sure :)

Zephyr: and ...can we go on another date soon?

Arson: why?

Zephyr: well i feel bad that i didn't get you anything for valentine's , so maybe I can do something special for you

Arson: just do it on White Day for that Special day

Zephyr: hmm Alright but mine will better ~

Arson; oh~ getting competitive are we? ~

Zephyr: Alright i Better -

Arson: wait! before you go

Zephyr: huh ..?

Arson: -proceeds to go up to him and kisses both of his cheeks and then his mouth -

Zephyr: h-haa?!

Arson: khehehehe...

Zephyr: Arson you...wait...were you always wearing lipstick ..? I didn't see that before

Arson: oh? this ? It was a recommendation i got from Vil Senpai, a good lipstick that will HARDLY come off~

Zephyr: !?!?! Arson!

Arson: relax, I really did want to kiss you but I didn't want to end it on just a sweet note~

Zephyr: WHY YOU-

Arson: -spreads wings - Welp gotta go! -runs-

Zephyr: Arson! get back here you little shit!

Arson: Happy valentine's Zeppy! Love ya!

End

[herstarburststories]

I'd die for you, come kill me

Kinktober Day 11: restrained

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

A/N: This one goes for my good friend followers celebration. So happy for your milestone, @msmarvelouswinchester! Divider by @talesmaniac89.

@stillintheimpala said: i have a fic idea. demon!dean stuck in a chair on handcuffed to a bed with those demon proof handcuffs. he's completely at your mercy. you get to dom him. (I put ropes instead of handcuffs because of the gif)

Prompt: Remember how I said I'd die for you.

Warnings: angry sex, p in v, riding, restraints, power play, smangst, angst, kind of hopefully ending (?), demon!dean acts like demon!dean

“Where is he?”

Sam sucked in a breath, moving his shoulder uncomfortably as he straightened his posture. The youngest Winchester's features contorted into a grimace, and you couldn't tell if it was because of the look on your face or him jarring his dislocated arm. “He's in the dungeon, but Y/N-”

“He isn't himself. I know that. Kinda noticed when he threw me against the wall and said he couldn't wait to rip my throat out with his teeth.” You gave Sam a humorless grin before you gestured to the wound on your shoulder. “This is a good reminder as well.”

“We'll cure him.” Sammy nodded at you, wrapping his words with faith and determination; he was always a believer.

You arched your eyebrows. “Then what are you waiting for?”

You two were still standing in the living room as Dean's howl rushed through the air. He sounded more like a beast than a man, yet he was smack dab in the middle of those polarized states. He was human enough to know where to strike and animal enough to relish in the attack.

Sam's gaze softened on yours.

“I know he hurt you. He hurt both of us, but Dean is my brother. I can do it alone. You don't need to-”

“Sam, he ran away once, and you just got your arm yanked out of your socket. You won't be able to fight him. You need backup,” you interrupted him. Despite your conclusion being completely rational, there was more to it than that, but Sam didn't need to know about it yet. “Besides, it's Dean.”

The hunter glanced at you. Gentle eyes watching your jaw harden, he pressed his lips together and nodded. “Okay.”

Dean's demonic self had been throwing insults like a man feeding his dog shattered glass. He was full of them, not caring about hiding his satisfaction when he hits yours and Sam's weak spots.

A couple of seconds ago, he had called you an easy pussy that saved him the job of having to go out and get some. That display rewarded him with a thicker needle that pierced much deeper than it needed to. The pure human blood spread into his veins as a holy wash, like soap over a flesh wound. Dean growled in pain and went quiet for a while.

Your eyes abandoned the demon for once, directed now to his brother. Sam's earthy brown eyes were drawn in concern, mouth sketched into a frown. His healthy arm was onto his shoulder, obviously physically hurting.

“Sam, go. I can do it. It’s just two more needles. He'll probably pass out once it's done,” you pleaded in an attempt to catch Sam's rational side that always saw the order in chaos. His hazel orbs settled on you, and you knew he didn't want to leave his brother. You can't blame him for that. You didn’t either, but if Dean was in his right mind, he'd want that. And you needed some time alone with this demon version of your boyfriend. “Please.”

You didn’t know if it was something in your cracking voice or if the fact his brother regaining control meant he’d have even harsher words to spit, but when the tall man’s eyes swept from you to his brother and back, he sighed. In that moment, you knew he accepted it. 

“If he doesn't pass out…”

“I call you right away. Don't worry, and please take some meds for your pain.” You offered some tenderness to him in the middle of the violence through a lovingly smile. In a matter of seconds, the only traces of Sammy in the room were the boot-clad clamor of his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.

“Now you have me all to yourself, sweetheart. What are you planning to do?”

The lopsided grin was still attached to his face, and those were still his teeth. Still, something about Dean's smile made you want to rip him apart with your nails. How did he let this happen? How did the situation escalate like this? How did everything get so bad so fast?

“Shut up,” you hissed through your teeth, boots clicking on the floor as you approached him. Dean glanced at you shamelessly; the pretty little bruise on your skin proving that he had succeeded in breaking you. It twisted his guts in both good and bad ways — the bittersweet contradiction among lovers. 

“Feisty, huh? I always liked that on you. Who would guess that you were a bottom in bed?” Dean appeared to find your fury entertaining as if he relished any emotion he could instigate inside you.

“I said shut up.”

“Or what? You are gonna sting me with a flimsy syringe needle like I did to you with my cock? Go ahead, sweetheart.”

The idiotic nickname burned your insides. As your and Dean's relationship got more serious, he'd stop calling you that. You weren't just a fling or a woman he'd leave the next day, and the Winchester only called you that either sarcastically or during an argument now. Was this how the demon saw you? Just another sweetheart?

Dean smirked at your quietude, poking the bear once again. “What? Demon got that smart tongue of yours? It's embarrassing, really. You get all worked up, pretending to be that tough gal, but you can't hurt me. You didn't even fight back when I tried to kill you. How weak is that? You’ve always been a liability. Just another woman I had to protect to get inside her.”

You warned him, the words coming out more like a groan than anything else: “Shut up!”

Yet, Dean persisted. He had discovered your weakness, and he couldn't wait to see how much you could take. You'd end up giving in to him, thrashing headfirst into a fight, and he'd escape again. The demon was counting on that. “A waste of time, really. At least you had a nice pussy, but I scratched it open. It's useless now, just like you.”

The dismissal in his words laced with the cynical chuckle that left his mouth made you hit your breaking point. 

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You grabbed a syringe and stung Dean like a scorpion, right in the jugular. He wanted to set you on fire? Good, you'd make sure he got burnt too. “I said I'd die for you. Remember how I said I'd die for you? And you tried to kill me.” You grunted, throwing the empty needle away. Dean's normally forest green eyes went black as howls of outrage escaped his mouth. The blood of saints that coursed through his body was a good way to either turn the beast into a man again or kill him completely. Knowing this, he screamed and struggled in the chair, as desperate as a rat stuck in a mousetrap. It made you doubt the cure. Perhaps a good thing couldn't save him now, the whispers of sulfur that colored his heart black too intrinsic to eradicate without killing the host. You couldn't bring yourself to care about it now. The demon was suffering, and he deserved it. You wanted your own hurt ricochet back to where it came from: him. “Now you are sitting there talking about me like I'm your bitch or something like that, but I'm not. I can take care of myself, and I don't need you. I chose to stay here.”

Dean blinked, and suddenly everything was in place again. His face softened like it usually did when you two were alone, and an actual smile conquered his features. All the oxygen in your body caught in your throat.

“You're right. You are a strong, independent woman, and I should feel lucky to get myself a keeper like you.” His voice filled the dungeon with light-hearted relief. Your cheeks were hurting as you scooted closer to him. “I missed you so much.”

He was saying all you wanted to tell him the minute he left. Your eyes got glossy, and you threw yourself on his lap, clutching to him like devout patron to her bible. Dean was here. He came back to you.

A quiet gasp of praise left your mouth: “Dean-”

He interrupted whatever you were about to say, replacing your words with a kiss. A sweet one — sweeter than anything you might imagine. It was the kind of kiss shared for two lovers in the dark, recognizing each other’s bodies by touch alone. You, of course, allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of belonging. You shouldn't have. You should never just jump into someone, or you might drown. It's hard to find corpses in a black river.

Yet, your soul was tied to the righteous sinner, so you kept pressing your lips to his while he devoured your mouth softly.

“Sammy doesn't understand, Y/N,” he said. When he pulled away, you nuzzled into his neck. The heated tang to his murmured sentiments remained there, but his voice, less gruff than usual, fooled you. “I finally don't have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm free. I never thought I'd be happy after that night…” Dean wore the façade, even gulping at the thought. He didn't know if it was because the human blood was slowly coursing into the core of his being, but he wouldn't waste time on it. “But I can now. We can run away together, leave Sam behind. Just me and you.”

What did you expect? He was a demon. The blame was on you for expecting repentance from the ashes of hellfire. This isn't a fairytale where the hero suddenly is hit by true love and everything is solved with the ultimate kiss. This is a hunter’s tale, and there's just one ending for those stories: the prey dying.

You lifted your head. “Dean would never leave Sam behind.”

Dean burst into laughter as if your hope was some sort of funny joke. He adjusted his hips in the chair, smirking at you with cruelty.

“Bet it almost got you. I could see your eyes shining with hope. You were ready to get on your knees and suck my cock. You’d be screaming Dean, Dean, Dean, and inevitably fall for some stupid lies.” He shook his head with disappointment. “You're too easy, Y/N.”

“Who do you think you are?” The indignancy in your tone only drew a malicious grin out of Dean. This was too good. He could feel his cock hardened in his pants. He might fuck you before killing you only to make good use of his time.

“I'm a demon. What about you? Oh, wait! I know the answer to that one.” He licked his lips, savoring the moment. “You're a little-”

Smack.

The palm of your hand met Dean's cheek harshly, transferring some of your anger into a red mark on his right cheek. The eldest Winchester's head was tilted to the side from the impact. He clenched his jaw before turning his glare at you, eyes back in black as he spoke: “You shouldn't have done that.”

Every syllable that left his tongue was imbued with a threatening crimson rage, but you didn't care. Not now.

You weren't scared of him.

“You shouldn't be a demon, but here we are,” you remarked, summoning a smarmy leer and wearing it like one of his flannels. “Shut up. I know you're not my Dean. You are just all he hates in himself wrapped with his skin. You're disgusting, cruel, and selfish.” It didn’t make any sense for your body to be as heated up as it was, but it was. And Dean didn’t care. Fuck him. “You’ve spent so long aiming at our Achilles’ heel that you forgot you have yours too. Stupid.” You chortled, grinding your hips on his. At this point, both your panties and emotional stability were ruined. “Look at you, all hard for the girl basically torturing you with poison, huh?”

“You-” He attempted to speak, to put you down so he can climb over you. You stopped him with a hand inside his pants.

“Language, Dean,” you groaned at him. It wasn't unusual for you and Dean to blow off some steam with sex, either after a fight or a hunt, but, this? It’s a whole new level of fucked. Yet somehow, your pussy didn't seem to mind, and neither did his cock. You got his length free, and his stiffened cock slapped his clothed belly. “I don't wanna hear something that makes me angry because if I get mad, then I won't let you come inside my pretty pussy. Understood?”

He groaned in response, trying to move his hands to show you who the real alpha was here, but the rope kept him in place. Silence lanced through the air because you knew you didn't want to waste time on something as exciting as foreplay; he did not deserve that, and you didn't want this. You just lifted your red skirt and slid your panties to the side. Your pussy swallowed his cock painfully slow.

The demon that ate your lover didn't offer mumbled protests at the fact you were still wearing clothes. Your Dean always tried to get any piece of fabric away because he liked to see all of you. This Dean, though, gulped and glared at you. Pleasure flushed his cheeks only he can’t deny the physical pleasure. It’s clear that, even as a demon, he could never reject the carnal appeal of your body and your sweet, soaked pussy. Hands pinned behind his back with the restraints, you two in the middle of a big demon symbols on the ground, he was completely at your mercy. He was helpless.

Dean bucked his hips to get all of his hardness inside you right way, to show both you and himself that he still had the power here. You barely blinked before moving your hips up, restricting him further entrance into your cunt. Dean was always eager when it came to sex, but you knew this wasn't about just fucking you anymore. You were in control.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you murmured in an increasingly sultry bite: “I'm the one making the rules here. Take it or leave it.”

“Fucking a demon? That's why you told Sammy to go with all the crap about caring for his arm?” the former hunter remarked. You and he both knew Dean wouldn't — couldn’t, not with half his cock being squeezed by your tightness — leave your pussy, but he still very much had the capacity to bite.

“Unlike you, I worry about the people I love.”

“I don't love,” he snarled, watching you swallow the malcontented lump in your throat. “Hear that? I don't love you.”

“Then at least be useful and fuck me,” you groaned, finally resting wholly in his lap with all of his dick inside of you. Dean whimpered, overthrown by the sensation of your heady tightness encompassing his cock. He tried to break free again, starved to grab your thighs, your ass, any part of you he could get his hands on, but the rope limited his range of motion. The raw polyester and nylon mix around his wrists was a contrast to the warmth of his lap. His eyes closed, blinking only back into wakeful blackness because of your promise disguised as a hissed threat: “No, forget it. I'll be the one fucking you.”

There was something delightfully mercurial about the way you rode Dean. The dungeon once filled by his pained screams had now become the perfect studio for your flexing thighs slapping against his, your breathless moans camouflaging the raw hurt of your heart, and the unique sound of Dean's cock sunk to impossible degrees inside your needy cunt. He leaned in for more.

This was no longer about the sexual release for him. It was for the tiny part of Dean that always craved an order to follow. It was the small piece of him that craved carrying the weight of responsibility heavy on his back like the burden Atlas had to bear. It was the liberation of the heavy chains that held him down since he was a child, even if his hands were — appropriately enough — tied behind his back. As a demon, he didn’t have to worry, and neither did he when submissive to you. For you, it was expelling your revenge on this devilish version of the man you loved. He had it coming.

“I hate you. I hate having to save you. I hate caring about you.” You huffed, nails sinking in his clothed shoulder. The ghost of your touch was enough to make his dick twitch inside you. Tears brimmed in your eyes as the goosebumps rose your spine, and every time you sunk on his cock brought you closer to collapse. All Dean did was to praise your name with a moan. “I hate how good you feel inside me.” You sobbed, increasing your rhythmic and going fast and rougher on his cock. Your walls were tightening around his dick. Your untouched clit rubbed against the fabric, but it didn't matter. This wasn't about pleasure. “I hate that it’s you and not him.” That's not my Dean.

That caught his attention. Dean’s shoulders grew rigid. He was ready to catch a glimpse of warring emotions of hatred and disgust on your face, but he wasn't prepared for the crushingly forlorn refraction of loss and dispair he found there. 

The knight of hell should feel satisfied. That was what he wanted, wasn't it? Destroying you, turning the woman the human version of himself loved into a walking catastrophe so you wouldn't dare bring him back.

Apparently, the priorities changed. Maybe the blood was really effective, slowly disintegrating his armor into flesh again. It was the only explanation for all the humanly emotions he was experiencing.

Dean felt the conflict building as if hurting you was physically tearing him apart. His eyes contracted into livid green again, shining like the moon with tears he didn't dare drop. He was still a demon, bratty heart or not.

Yet, there was only so far a man could control himself. His lips were treacherous for your name, echoed more like a plea than anything: “Y/N-”

“Shut up! I don't wanna hear your voice. You said I'm your little bitch, nothing but a whore to you, huh? Guess what, asshole. You are my bitch now, and you’re gonna like it.” The little monster in you hummed happily to your authority, glad to finally punish someone for the incitement of agony inside your guts. You closed your eyes, riding Dean ferociously.

Dean Winchester might have been a cage to your feelings, but at least it was golden.

You said you'd be here. You said you wouldn't leave me. Your thoughts corroded your wearied heart as you tried to fuck them away with Dean's weeping cock. You could feel he was close, and you were constantly hitting your G-spot with eagerness, your sweat and harrowed feelings gushing over. You said I didn't need to leave. You said we'd find a way through this. You lied, you lied, you lied. 

I trusted you, and you destroyed me. You hurt me and Sam, and I can't even blame you for it. He knew all your enemies started out as friends. He knew how much it would hurt you if he got the mark. He knew how it would break you if he said those words, demon or not. And you know you can't put this blame on Dean’s shoulders, but you were suffocating and needed fresh air. The sacrificial game wasn’t always a virtuous act. So, you dropped yourself down hard, appreciating the way his cock hit the right spot over and over again. It forced your body to feel good despite your restless mind. I hate you. You made me go crazy. And I miss you.

What was the saying? Man makes the promise, and the demon makes him break it.

Dean's fixated you. He wanted to get free of his cuffs and cup your cheeks, see you lean into his touch so he could wipe away the tears that started to fall and haven't stopped in minutes. He wanted to tell you he was here, not completely, but he was here. He wanted to apologize and make it better, but he didn't. His white skin was burning red because of how hard he was trying to move his hands, hair moving by your movements and his. The semi-human groaned like the remainder of the beast clutching his strings when he hit his orgasm and spread his seed inside you. You whined like a broken toy as you came all over his cock.

It felt good, for a while. It was nice, feeling good.

You stayed there a little more, gaining control over yourself while he softened inside of you. Dean was doing the same in an attempt to stifle his human emotions from surfacing. He wasn't going to be weak anymore. He couldn't be because for once in his life, he hadn’t hated himself. 

You coughed, using the chair to hoist yourself to your feet. His cum dripped from your pussy, dampening his still-clothed thigh. You sniffed, grimacing a little when you noticed that your face wasn't wet with sweat. You’d been crying. 

That only made you madder at yourself.

“Fuck it,” you groaned, putting his dick back into his pants before zipping him up.

Dean smirked in a final attempt to turn the table and get on your nerves again. “That's what we just did.”

You didn't waste more of your heart on him. Taking the last needle, you sunk the devil into his sharp skin and pressed the plunger with all the fervor of pulling a gun's trigger. He screamed like the rush of humanity flowing into him was a shot to the heart.

Your legs were trembling when you threw the object away and hugged yourself, focused on Dean's fragile body in front of you. 

He looked down, eyes shutting a few times as if he was waking up before lifting his head to look at you. 

“Y/N?” His voice was back to its gruff drag, but it was carrying a strand of vulnerability and care that he had only ever directed at you. Dean frowned, confusedly watching you and the place around you both, not to mention himself. “Y/N, what happened?”

He didn't remember anything. He didn't remember the terrible things he’d done. He didn't remember the words said.

You gulped, the back of your hand pressed against your wet cheeks. “I'm going to get Sam.”

The demon may have gotten teary-eyed, but the human Dean was the one letting the tears slide down his cheeks as you turned around and left, almost running to get away from him. He didn't even know why.

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[bemtevis]

You can block me for this, I don’t even care

I grew up reading Harry Potter, it’s a comfort me, those books got me through some bad shit in my life and they still do

Do I hate JKR? Yes

Do I support her or her actions? No

But do I still like the books and the movies? Yes, sue me for it

You can still like a series and not the like the author, it’s two different things

I can’t even post about Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts anymore because I’m terrified that someone is going to yell at me for it

JKR sucks and that’s a fact, she’s a horrible human being

But I won’t hate the books or the movies just because of that; I choose to ignore her existence and still read/watch what I love pretending that she just isn’t involved

And like I said at the top, you can block me for this; but I don’t care

Ew, what? Have I seriously been mutuals with a HP stan this whole time?

I don't wanna spend my time on someone who still likes HP in 2021, but I hope I can change your mind, so here we go!

Your personal feelings don't matter when it comes to giving a platform to a person like JK Rowling. As a trans person, (agender, it's official y'all!) the fact that you're so attached to her work that you're willing to support someone who's actively using her clout to harm us is disgusting to me.

And yes, you are supporting her, no matter the lies you tell yourself to feel better. By engaging with her work, by posting about it or buying official merch, by putting your Hogwarts house in your bio, by buying a ticket to see the latest Fantastic Beasts movie, YOU ARE SUPPORTING HER. Money, publicity, a platform, you name it; you're funding all of her bullshit.

It isn't unfair. I'm trans and I'm angry, and I won't swallow my feelings so I don't hurt you and your insensitive sentimentality. Find another book to love or stay quiet when we tell you to fuck off.

[stargazer-balladeer]

Alrighty!😖 let's start with the more tame soft #nsfw ideas that won't leave my mind for Xiao.

✨ Xiao is more touchy when he's horny. He'll hold your hand,keep you close and immediately miss your touch. Like, if you're laying in his lap and get up, or leaning on him and move.

✨ I think Xiao would enjoy watching s/o do a slow sexy dance. [ even if you're just doing a dance cover of a song you like] I think he would love to watch the way your hips moves.

✨ thighs! Xiao will touch your thighs, kiss your thighs, squeeze your thighs, loves your thighs highs. Will certainly nibble your thighs.

✨ kinda enjoys when your sweaty because your scent becomes stronger. He likes watching you pant too. So maybe work out in front of him. It'll frustrate him. *blushing Yaksha* ( I agree with scent thing. Forgot he was beast creature.)

✨ WILL NOT LET YOU SIT IN HIS LAP WHILE HE'S HORNY! Why would he tease himself like that?

✨ Likes seeing s/o wear light flowy clothes. Especially, short skirts. But don't go away from him wearing a short skirt. He'll scold you about shirt and impractical it is. " If the wind blew even slightly, every human here would see your undergarments.*sighs* Why wear such a short thing anyway?"

✨ Xiao will be caught glancing at your legs as your skirt threatens to flash your underwear to anyone around. If you catch him, he's going to blame you! "Must you wear a such short skirt you idiot?!" "Xiao, it isn't that short." *sighs* "Just be glad that I'm here. Wearing such a flimsy thing in public. Tch" *the wind blows lightly making the fabric float above your thighs. Xiao gets a tiny glance of your underwear* *He blushes and get turned on angry* "T-That's it! We're going back to Wangshu inn. Please stop wearing such impractical clothing!" Xiao's voice comes off as panicked more than angry.

✨To others that aren't his s/o. He'll be more moody and quick to get rid if them. Zhongli says his eyes look more feral lately...👀 ( don't worry Sir, it's just the sexual frustration.)

✨ Xiao will keep his hands around your waist or the small of your back.

✨accidentally growls at the person taking too much of your time be it venti or traveler. You'll silently hear a low growl, when your conversation dies down.

✨ Xiao tends to look deeply into your eyes as you speak to him. He looks hopelessly in love and ready to risk it all. Leans his body towards you in conversation.

✨ Embarrassed to admit that he gets turned on by s/o whining his name when teasing him or pouting because he took longer than usual to appear before them.

✨ Has a harder time stopping himself from turning a simple kiss to a heated makeout. He'll hold you close to his body and kiss your neck aggressively. Sometimes biting you and rolling his hips against you.

✨ Sometimes Xiao just wants to hear your sounds. So he'll go down on you. Sucking, nipping,fingering and licking at your heat. Loves when you aggressively pull his hair into you. Xiao will hiss and give you a dark low chuckle before returning to your heat with more ferver.

✨ He adores hearing you moan for him. As Xiao teases your nipples and kisses your chest he'll whisper " Say it." Into your ear. If you're confused as to what "it" is he'll pull your hair before leaning over to your ear saying." My name. Say it." Even if you shyly whimper the Yaksha's name, he'll slowly grind his hips against you. Smirking as you repeat his name begging Xiao to go faster. Sorry, beg all you want. All you're doing is making him more excited.

✨ Loves,Loves,Loves when you spoil him in attention and kisses. Complimenting his hair or eyes, his strength, kindness. Depending on how you're going about this, Xiao may push you against the nearest surface and fuck you hard or he may end up a blushing emo boi that wants nothing than to hear more. ( what?! An adeptus can love compliments too.)

This is getting long I'll stop for now. 🌸🌺🌸

😳😳 .... that was hot- JAMBSJWBEVE

I wasn’t thirsty for xiao (or anyone really)- but now i am- ;;w;; great- thank a lot 🙄🙄 /j