#PLEASE I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT

[dirtyvulture]

Its 4 am cant sleep so hear me out, shy neighbor Natasha x amab OF creator reader, thoughts?

Oh 👀

18+ only, read at your own risk

AN: Got very carried away with this, but not sorry at all. Merry Christmas!

Natasha would be one of your highest-paying subscribers and she has notifications to your profile turned on so within minutes of you dropping a new video or photo she is online to check it out.

She is very loyal and only gets off to your content. When she uses a dildo on herself, she pictures it's your dick instead, thinking about how hard you would be throbbing inside her when you're about to cum.

One day, you open your account for personal 1-on-1 video calls for a steep price. Natasha is your first buyer. She's so nervous she's practically shaking when she logs onto the call with you, and doesn't turn the camera on her face but her body instead.

You ask her if she has any requests and she just asks if you can jerk off while looking at her boobs and you are more than happy to comply.

Natasha practically drools as she watches you jerk off your length slicked up with lube and pre-cum, grunting and moaning. The vein on your cock throbs the closer you get to release.

Her own hand dips into her panties, frantically rubbing her clit so she can cum with you.

"Almost...there..." you grunt, moving your hand faster. "I wish I was there so I could cum all over your pretty tits."

Natasha hums at the thought. "You're so close," she pants, noting the dual meaning of her words as she is in fact your neighbor three houses down.

You point your cock towards you so you can shoot your load all over your abs. Natasha grumbles at the waste of your seed, but there isn't much she can do now. Her own release is a little disappointing as she removes her hand from her panties and wipes it on a towel.

You end the call abruptly, but Natasha knows not to take it personally. You probably have a long line of people who paid to have you fulfill their fantasies. Natasha is just another customer to you.

She closes her laptop and takes a shower, suddenly reviled by her pathetic behavior. She knows she needs to stop spending her money on porn and focus on real life, but she can't.

There's a knock on her door just as she steps out of the bathroom. Natasha has no friends, let alone expecting any guests, so she's hesitant to answer.

But when she sees you standing on her porch, holding a single rose in your hand, she almost drops to the floor.

"I recognized your voice on the video call," you explain, handing her the rose and she takes it with trembling fingers. "But if you ever want a more...personal...call with me, I'd be happy to make it happen."

Natasha is too stunned and embarrassed for words as she watches you walk back towards your house. Finally, she finds her focus and dashes after you.

"Are you free tonight?" she asks breathlessly. She had never asked another person out in her life, and doesn't quite know where she has the courage to do so now. "Maybe we can get dinner and then you can come over--"

"I would love that," you say before she can finish her sentence. "I'll come pick you up at six?"

"Yes. Yes, that works."

You wink and retreat to your house while Natasha stands on the sidewalk, still holding the rose and unable to believe her luck.

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[hazshit-hotel-hater]

As a person who was genuinely made uncomfortable when I discovered Viv does all this crap like 🍇-romantification, I appreciate this blog so far.

For months I've been trying not to interact with hazbin because of viv's actions, which genuinely makes me sad cause I really liked the show (not including episode 4).

I understand darker skin not suiting your style (like mine) or having trouble with different proportions of characters due to where they're from or something (like me) but the fact that she made all the bad guys that way really doesn't scream "I have trouble drawing ____!"

⚠️YOU ARE NOT REQUIRED TO REPLY OR READ FULLY⚠️

Hi! Totally get this all dw, I just got out of the hospital however so if I explain weird please forgive me 😬 also dont take all of this as me giving specifically you a lecture, this is just me letting my thoughts flow out to whoever is reading 🤝

Also theres leaks in this! If you people don’t want leaks be sure to not read past “read more”!!

Its been brought to my attention that the information in the next paragraph is not true and Vivzie did not design or draw these characters! So she apparently just actually can’t draw them at all

Viv has absolutely no problem drawing POC! I mean just look at the human designs for the succubi in Helluva boss

These designs are wonderful and very diverse! But out of these characters, the ones that are important are Verosika and Vortex and even then these characters are side characters. And on top of that, technically they’re only really coded as POC since these aren’t their true bodily forms, but hey thats a topic for another time. Let’s just ignore that for now and say they 100% are POC, they’re still side characters. She can draw POC wonderfully, she just has issues… making them important.

For characters like Alastor (who was only made POC to get away with demonising a closed religion) we don’t see him as his human form. I mean to be fair why would we- but also why did he turn white when he died?? Why did his entire hair texture change. This is a problem for Vivzie where she doesn’t want to commit to representation or feels she doesn’t need to. Vivzie could’ve made Alastor’s design look more like his leaked human design or couldve just altered his colours a bit, but she didn’t do this because she feels so connected to her original high school OC design that she cant bring herself to change him. Like look at this.

Yeah it’s got a different style, but this is the same guy; he’s just weirdly marketable now. It’s incredibly easy to tell that Vivzie didn’t want to change him if she didn’t 100% have to. Lets take a look at Alastor’s old human design.

This guy definitely looks like he could be Alastor! He’s got the same sort of hair but shorter in the back and a little more combed, but looking at this you can still tell it’s Alastor. However this guy doesn’t exactly seem mixed, right? That’s because he isn’t! Back way way in ye olden days when Alastor went from race ambiguous to white, he just kind of looked like that! And there’s no problem with him being white! Good for him on doing that! I guess!? But when you look his design now, things start to come off as a bit odd.

This is where you non-leakers go read somethin else

This is an entirely different person now. Not just race wise, but personality, the way he presents himself in the arts pose, and just overall the actual look of the character. He looks conniving yes, but he doesn’t look like Alastor. This is not a face matchup.

Now, you definitely can have your ugly little red thing design and still use that human one! You just have to not be too chicken to actually change your character so it makes sense. Let me demonstrate.

Shocking how easily this design can fit the human one while still maintaining the original aesthetic of the base design isn’t it! This Alastor looks like the provided new human design. If you don’t want the character to change, don’t change them physically. And if you do, follow through on it and don’t be a wimp. I don’t see whats so hard to grasp about that to this lady. If you want to keep that same ugly fucking bob then just keep him white. She literally only changed his race so she can use it as an excuse to appropriate vodou. Vivzie can draw POC, she just doesn’t want to when it comes to actually having to change a character. Anyway, good day!

[vibratingskull]

Chekmate and Chaos

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35

Tags : Reader is disabled, fluff, self-doubts, ptsd, cuddling, hurt-comfort, street fight, domestic, groceries, rescue, Thrawn is a caregiver at heart...

This is your last day together before the end of your leave. You have a present for Thrawn you hope he will like, but also some mundane tasks to take care off, like a married couple...

Thrawn x F!reader

You feel a tender caress on your hair, making you sigh, your cheek pressed against something really warm and pulsating rhythmically, sending vibrations through your skin. 

You yawn and blink. 

You are in your living room, sprawling on the couch in the arms of Thrawn. You remember the evening you spent in front of a movie, hugging each other, chuckling at the cheezy acting. You also remember you were too occupied kissing each other to care about the rest of the movie, him laying his entire body on yours, keeping you trapped under him. 

You thought it would have dissolved in a completely different situation, but he kept it to kissing, pressing you tight against himself, breathing in your scent, holding your cheek. You ended up both sleeping on the couch in each other arms. 

Your face is resting on Thrawn’s chest as he hugs you while caressing your hair. You tentatively look up to him.  

He stayed with you to embrace you and cradle you. 

He lowers his gaze to meet yours and smiles tenderly at you, his hand leaving your hair to graze your cheek with his back. 

“Good morning, Ch’acah.” He whispers like a sound too loud would make you implode. 

You smile faintly at him, hugging him tighter. 

“Hi, you.”  

You brush your cheek against his hand as a purr starts in response. The whole room smells like him, wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You kiss his knuckles as his hand passes next to your lips. 

“Are you hungry?” He asks gently. 

“No.” You yawn. 

He tilts his head, this wasn’t the answer he expected. 

“Yes Terribly..” You try to save yourself. 

“Good try.” He retorts, “Come eat with me, please.” 

He kisses your forehead and stands up, holding your hand to guide you to your table. He lets you sit down while he rummages through your cupboards. You see him agitating himself, preparing the breakfast for the both of you.  

He seems to hesitate several times on how to proceed but intimates you sit back down each time you stand up to come help him 

‘’It is a simple recipe. I should be able to handle it.’’ He says resolutely. 

You sit back again and let him cook, silently brooding. 

Why is he cooking ? 

How long are you still going to fail him ? 

He finally turns back with avocado toast, with avocado properly mixed and toast not burnt. 

He lays a plate in front of you, two full toasts, lavishly garnished with ripe avocado. 

You are, clearly and irrepressably, not hungry enough for two full toasts. 

He sits beside you and wish you a good meal, you nod, your lips pressed in a thin line. 

You take one toast to nibble one corner and immediately regret it. He put lemon juice in the avocado and the acidic taste immediately upset you. 

You wince and put the toast back on the plate. 

Thrawn who is munching on his own piece silently observes you. He wipes the crumbs off his perfect blue lips with his thumb before taking your plate to dispose of it. 

“Thrawn...” You try before his mutism, “It’s not your fault, it’s me. Do not get angry, I just cant this morning.” 

“I am not angry in the slightest, Ch’acah.” He simply responds, back turned to you, doing... something. 

Imagine your surprise when he turns back and hands you a plate of white bread with chocolate spread, something he notoriously looks at with dissatisfaction. You open your eyes wide. 

“You hate when I eat that.” You say, incredulous. 

He sits down and takes his toast to bite into it. 

“If the only way I have to make sure you eat is serving you your favorite unhealthy food, it will do for now.” He simply responds. 

Him who’s always been a sticker to a healthy diet and manners of living... 

You take one slice and bite into it. Even the deliciously chocolaty treat isn’t enough to awaken your appetite. But you eat nonetheless not to alarm him. 

“We need to do groceries.” He announces. “We emptied the fridge yesterday.”  

“I’ll take care of it.” You say. 

“I’ll come with you.” 

You glance at him. 

“Why?” 

“The pantry is always full when I arrive, I never had to go grocery shopping in the area.” He explains. 

Of course the pantry is always full for his return: it’s your task! Make sure your man doesn’t starve to death. And a Grand Admiral as way more important things to do than groceries! 

‘But... I could get a glimpse of his tastes.’ the thought crosses your mind. 

“All right, I know a little market. We should find everything here.”  

“Good.”  

You observe Thrawn opening a pillbox to swallow protein and vitamin capsules. Your heart sinks. Since your... ‘incident’ you stopped buying meat altogether and Thrawn modifies his diet when he is at the apartment with you. 

You’re depriving him of vital nutrients for his athletic lifestyle... 

You gulp down your bite with difficulty, feeling guilty. 

He notices you fixing him and tilts his head as he swallow the capsules down. 

“A problem?” He asks 

“No... Not at all...” You lower your gaze on your slice of bread. 

You finish your plate completely to prove your point even if the knots in your stomach complain heavily and shoot him a smile. 

He slowly nods approvingly taking a fruit to bite into. You cross your arms on the table, observing his pearly white teeth biting into the juicy flesh, how his blue lips wrap around the plump of the fruit, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows another bite. Thrawn lazily scrolls on his datapad, discovering today’s news, and keeping himself informed. You feel your lips stretch into a smile as you admire your boyfriend in the daylight through the window, the sunrays gently caressing his deep blue skin, the shades varying whether in light or in shadow, enhancing his cheekbones and forehead ridges. 

You see his brows frown slightly every time he reads political news, trying really hard to understand all the ins and outs of what he is reading, but you know he fails. At the fifth time, you take pity on him and invite him to give you the pad to give him a little rundown of the politics. 

You’re scrolling through the different news articles when an article catches your attention, stopping you in your tracks. You read the title carefully before it the article in its entirety to be absolutely certain. 

But there is no doubts possible. 

“The senate intends to harden the conditions for marriage between humans and aliens.” You announce with an empty voice. 

So many new laws of this order have been put in place lately, preventing the adoption of human children by alien couples, separating humans and aliens in school, etc... 

You read and reread the title of the article, incredulous, your blood turning cold. 

What if... You can never marry Thrawn? 

What if this option just disappears? 

“Really?” He responds casually. 

You look up to him in surprise. 

He is focused on his avocado toast, seemingly unaffected by the news. Your mind flashes you the memory of him silently observing the storefront of a wedding shop with sparkling eyes. 

But today he... simply doesn’t care.  

You gulp and swallow down your doubts and questions, you’ve only been dating for almost over a year but lived together for less than four months total. 

Marriage may be premature for your couple yet! 

But still... 

You would have liked if he appeared displeased by the news... 

“Either way it talks about economics and stock exchange prices.” You finish, disheartened but with an assured voice. 

You keep your face neutral, hiding your worries deep inside you, away from his eyes as you scroll back to the top of the news site. Every article praises the decisions of the Senate and Emperor, saying how moral and great those choices are and how they will rectify the former decadent mores of the former Republic. You sip your caff in silence, focused on your reading before laying the pad, a weird strained feeling weighing you down. 

Thrawn pats his gorgeous lips with a napkin before turning to you and taking your hand lying on the table to squeeze it. 

“This is our final day together, cheo Ch’acah. Is there anything you want to do?” 

You purse your lips for a split second. 

“What I want to- Wait!” You jump on your feet and head to your bedroom, leaving Thrawn guessing in the kitchen. 

You kneel down on the floor to look under your bed, you extend your hand and search for something under the wooden frame until the tips of your fingers touch something. You grasp it and pull it off under the bed, it is dusty by now so you blow air on it and brush dust away as you return to the kitchen. 

Thrawn silently observes you coming back and handing him the wrapped package. He considers the rectangular package with polite curiosity before taking it in his hands and looking at you as you sit back, a silent question in his eyes. 

“I have no idea when your birthday is and I realized we didn’t have one yet in the apartment.” You explain with a small smile. 

His fingers brush the edges of the package, trying to guess what is under the gift wrap, his mind searching for clues in your demeanor.  

“This is very delicate of you. Thank you.” He simply says, thankful. 

After turning the package in every angle and weighing it up he finally decides to open it. You bite your lips, not losing a crumb of the spectacle as he takes out a new black velvety box. He turns it to discover his full name engraved in it with silvery accents. He squints, putting the box down to unlock the latches and open the lid. 

He blinks as he discovers a brand new Shah-tezh game with its ivory shiny demesne and pieces. 

“Tadaaaaaaam!” You chuckle, “I thought you would like to play it again!”  

He delicately takes one of the pieces to admire it closely, how well carved and shiny they are, all the minute details drawn in the ivory, all the attention given to the finishing touches of each piece. 

You devour him with your eyes, head resting on both of your hands, awaiting his reaction to your little surprise with great impatience. It’s been months since you hid this present, never finding the right time to give it to him! It cost you a little fortune to find this artisanal game and you really hope he likes it. 

He finally replaces the piece in the box with an amused expression. 

“This brings back memories.” Thrawn notes. 

“Good memories?” You playfully insist. 

“Of course. Very good memories.” He slowly nods in approval, “Thank you for your gift, it is a delicious idea.” 

“Do you want to play now?” 

He tilts his head. 

“Already?” 

“Why not? We have nothing to do outside of the groceries. For our last day together we could play all day long!” You propose. 

“Alright. I let you choose your color.” He indicates,. 

As you do the dishes Thrawn puts the game in place and serves you both another cup of caff. 

You sit down and start playing together like you used to in the Academy a decade ago... 

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“I will never beat you.” You half-complain, half-joke. 

“This type of game fuels directly in my strong suits it will be quite hard for you; But you considerably improved your strategies during those ten years, you made really good progress.” Thrawn praises. 

You walk in the street, playing with the straps of the bags, making them swirl at your hand. The sun pains to shine on this floor, managing to brighten the alley only through holes in the permabeton and broken windows and you cannot resist the childish impulse to shoot in some trash laying around with your feet.  

Thrawn follows you closely, observing this new environment in silent... displease.  

You had to go down several floors of Coruscant to join the market you had in mind and while your own neighborhood isn’t what you would call rich or especially secure, you are at ease. You are confident in your capacity to protect yourself with your training but you feel Thrawn’s arm circling your shoulders when you pass a dark street where obvious spice traffics are taking place. Each inhabitant of this floor considers Thrawn regal allure with curiosity and... hunger. You chose an old cheap coat to not clash in the environment and wear a mute grey and dark colors but Thrawn natural elegance is hard to hide and he clearly appears as an outsider here. Everyone is grey here, features drawn and tired traits, and even aliens’ colors are muted in this environment, making Thrawn’s healthy and vibrant blue skin discords even more. You feel his hand squeezing your shoulder as you walk past a group of young adults sniffing... something white and powdery on a flat surface. 

“Do you come here often?” He investigates. 

“It’s the only market in the area where I can find products from my homeworld. So yeah, pretty much.” You explain. 

He just nods, not about to start an argument about the rights and wrongs of rummaging in such a neighborhood, he trusts you to be able to protect your own person. 

That doesn’t stop him from pulling you closer to him at each black look you receive from the local punks, someone even spits in your direction... 

”The atmoshere is much lighter inside the market, you’ll see.” you reassure him. 

The arches of the covered market are finally visible and you inadvertently accelerate. You want to show certain products of your homeworld to Thrawn and you hurry. But Thrawn holds you down and forces you to slow down, pressing your two bodies together. 

You’re about to ask him what’s up when you notice the group of men at the feet of the arches, laying against the walls with their cans of beer, their blades and bats at their belts shining in the artificial crude light of the floor. They are guarding the entry of the market like Cerberus guarding hell’s gate, checking out passersby, whistling at women who hurry away, and shoving people at random. 

As you approach the entry you readjust the straps of your bags on your shoulders and Thrawn keeps you real close, not letting you escape his protective grasp.  

“Bag and pockets!” One of them barks at you when you reach the arches. 

You sniff but open your bag for him to check. That’s not your first rodeo with them. 

“In good company today, sweet thing?” He laughs crudely. 

“Maybe, what’s it to you?” You retort. 

He sniffs with disdain, caressing his blade as a warning. You hold his gaze. 

“And your knight?” He finally turns to Thrawn who didn’t release you for a second. 

Thrawn takes out his identity card and shows it between two fingers. 

“This is the only thing I have in my pockets.” He announces. 

They look into each other eyes, gauging each other in silence. 

The cerberus snarls and spits on the ground. 

“Let them pass.” He says to his colleagues blocking the entry to you, “And no funny business, we patrol inside.” 

You flip him as you pass, Thrawn’s hand protectively around your shoulders. You enter the market, squinting at the sudden brightness, and discover a place full of life and products, buzzing with activity. 

“Who are they?” Thrawn asks as you walk away from the entry. 

“The local gang. They are a little on edge lately, they conflict with other groups.”  

You start walking among the aisles. True to your words, the market is way safer than the neighborhood where it is located with bright and clean aisles and fresh and diverse products, it may be just on the cheaper side. Families are here with children running around and you feel Thrawn’s grasp on your shoulder slowly loosening as he judges the place safe. 

Something catches your gaze and you immediately pull Thrawn to it,  

“Look at that! Sweets from my homeworld!” 

You take one immediately in your mouth, savoring the rush of sugar. Thrawn takes one, making it roll between his fingers, weighting it, raising it to his nose. 

“Those ones are citrus, but they come with a lot of different tastes.” You explain, sucking on the candy in your mouth. 

Thrawn considers the treat before putting it in his mouth. 

“They are called ‘bétises’, they were my favorite candies growing up.” 

“Of course they were your favorite with such a name.” He responds deadpan. 

You chuckle as he shakes his face with a tight exhausted smile. You take out your grocery list and head toward the vegetables. You choose some green onions, some Kebroot and hesitate between some Corellian eggplants and some Anoth eggplant. One is sweeter and more fondant while the other is more acidic. 

Thrawn helps you choose the freshest ones, manipulating the vegetables and sniffing them. 

You fill your bags with goodies until Thrawn takes it from you to carry them. 

You walk among the aisles, stopping here and there for free sampling of the products. You succumb to temptation and buy a big pot of honey from your home planet, drooling at the simple idea of diving a spoon into it to taste it.  

You reach the tubers section and you feel Thrawn slowing down. You stop to observe what he saw. 

“I remember those ones.” He says, “The Ascendancy bought a lot of tubers from merchants of the Chaos to feed its population.” He takes one in his large hand, weighing it carefully.  

The tuber, an orange vegetable ribbed of purple lines has a delicate fragrance. Thrawn takes one slice that is here for free sampling and nods. You take one in your mouth and almost break down crying. 

Your mouth immediately catches fire and you pant with your tongue out. You avidly take the small glass of blue milk the market gardener hands to you amused and you gulp it down with relief, welcoming the greasy liquid in your mouth to wash down any capsaisin. 

Thrawn eyeballs you with a tight grin. 

“Spicy, is it not?” 

You let out a huge gasp as your lips part from the milk glass. 

“Yes! Yes it is!” 

His gaze lowers down to the vegetable with fondness. 

“It reminds me of my childhood. I did not expect to find some of those products here.” 

You tilt your head, squinting. 

“Because you saw several produce from the Ascendancy?” 

“Three or four.” He places the vegetable down and takes a step signaling you can move on. 

You observe him dumbfounded. 

“And it didn’t cross your mind to tell me so we could buy them?” 

He consider you like it downed on him. 

“I... Would not know how to cook them if we bought them.” He explains. 

You roll your eyes with a sigh. 

“Give me ten!” You order the market gardener. 

You seize the full bag they hand you, take Thrawn’s hand in yours, and force him to retrace the entire way, asking him if these were the products or not. 

You’ll do this market 5 times if you must, but you’ll find all the Ascendancy products and cook him a good meal like back home! Or as close as you can get. 

He obediently follows behind you, letting you pull him in silence as you question him at each and every new product. 

FINALLY! You find the four in question and buy them under his careful burning gaze. 

“You did not have to.” He finally says as you rearrange your bags to make a place for the fresh bean paste of his homeworld, squatting in the middle of one aisle. 

You sniff at his reaction. 

“And why not?” You raise your gaze to him, “Don’t you like when I take care of you?” 

His lips stretch in a thin line for a split second as he seems to realize what this entire circus is about. 

“Thank you...” He eventually lets out past his lips. 

You slow down your movement in the bag, looking up at him. Is it so foreign to him? To be taken care of? 

You stand back on your feet and on your tiptoes to reach his cheek that you kiss tenderly. 

“I’ll cook you a good meal with all of that! You will guide me to achieve a Chiss-flavored recipe.” 

You hear the faintest of purr as he seems to lean into the kiss. 

“I propose you choose the spices and chilis and I’ll head over there to retrieve some legumes, and we will finish with some dairy, okay?” 

He stops in his tracks. 

“You want me to choose ingredients while knowing my record tracks in the kitchen?” He asks squinting. 

“Well... You did not poison yourself until now, so I guess i can trust you to choose some. And you use way more chilis than me, choose the ones you prefer and I’ll cook with them!” 

“How do you know I use more chilis than you?” He tilts his head. 

You give him an all-knowing lopsided grin. 

“First : that demonstration with the tuber 20 minutes ago, Second : I always catch you adding more cayenne pepper to your plate, and third: do you remember that lentil dish you cooked when I came to the apartment to help you with furniture? You did not bat an eye while I was sweating like a pig and crying my eyes out.” 

“You finished that dish.” He frowns. 

You grimace a bit. 

“I did not want to offend you...”  

He lower his shoulders, slightly defeated. 

“Why did you not say anything? I would have cooked something else lighter.” 

You raise your tip toes to kiss his cheek again. 

“It is in the past love. Now you will be able to add as much chili as you want to your plate.” 

He considers you but relinquishes and turns toward the chilis and spices stands with sparkling eyes despite his closed and stern expression. 

You smile at him and head toward the legumes section debating in your head if you should buy canned or fresh ones. You’ll take lentils for Thrawn if you only you could remember the variety he cooked that evening...Oh! You also need to pick some cheese, you noted how he devoured the cheese cubes during your movie night. 

You should ask your mother if there is any lentil recipe with chilis from your homeworld you could cook. 

You wince. She will just berate you and demand why you do not already know that at your age... You are fully focused on your peas when you feel a body press itself against your back, looming over you. 

“Hi, hot stuff. You are a cute one you know?” 

You cringe internally before turning towards the voice. As you expected around here, this isn’t just a frotteur but one of the gang members. 

“You could make some good money with a face like yours.” He keeps going. 

“Not interested.” You respond sharply, flicking his hand off your shoulder. 

There are a lot of touts in the area selling dreams to desperate people to lock them in their clubs and brothels. You saw a lot of young men and women following those kinds of pimps with hope in their eyes that it will allow them to make some quick bucks and escape the lower floors. 

Those fuckers even hunt among teens, barely 15 yet. 

You reach for a bag of fresh Corellian peas when you see two other shadows drawing themself over you. You let out a snarl, the pimp got companies. 

“Oh come on, a fresh fit body like you could make so much cash! If you follow us, we will show you how!” 

You don’t have your rifle with you, obviously, but you received Imperial training. Getting rid of three hoods shouldn’t be that difficult. 

As long as they remain only three... 

Your eyes lower to their blades and bats hanging at their hips. If you could snatch one up... 

“Thank you for this very generous offer, dear sirs. Alas, I must pursue my travel, for I am awaited you see?” You respond with an apathetic smile. 

They let out a chuckle. 

“Even better. Clients adore it when the girls have some personality. Keep your humor and you’ll be one of the most popular of the entire establishment.” One of them says, leaning forward, trapping you between him and the stall. 

Disgusting. 

But that is what you wanted. 

“Oh really?” You smile and let the click of the blade resonate as you press it at his throat. “I will still ask you to back down gentle sir.” 

He palps his hip only to realize you took his vibroblade. His nostril flares as anger lights up in his pupils. 

“You... sneaky little bitch!” He takes a step back, letting the rest of the group realize he got divested of his weapon. 

“Is that how you talk to a possible business partner?” You taunt. 

You catch the shadow of a movement on your left and have just the time to parry with the blade. The fourth pimps take a step back as his first assault failed. 

“You are not allowed to carry weapons inside, girly.” He indicates, his own baled raised in a practiced and obviously experienced manner. 

“I merely borrowed it from your colleague who got too close.” 

“I... sorry boss.” He pathetically aplogizes. 

The blade holder gaze’s slides toward his younger colleague with a sigh. 

“Drop that blade.” He orders. 

“Drop yours first.” You retort raising the knife. 

“It doesn’t work that way, cutie.” He takes a step forward cautiously. 

You are about to say something back when a hand grips your shoulder forcefully. Without even thinking, you grab the arm and throw your leg backward, making the assailant’s body roll over your shoulder and fall to the ground with a grunt of pain. 

Like in training! 

You just have the time to raise your gaze the gangster from whom you stole the blade throws himself at you. You spin to gather momentum and kick him in the plexus, completely forgetting you now have mechanical legs, and send him fleeing in the stand, broking it to pieces in the process. 

Uh oh… You think you felt his plexus break under your hit… 

You hear gasps and hurried steps as the passersby hurry away from the scene before that debacle. 

You’re back down to three assailants, but now they are fully pissed off ! They carefully place themself around you, staring at you stonily. One of them throws themself at you in a classic two-waves attack. You spin the blade in your hand and hit the side of their skull with the end of the vibroblade. They stagger to the side, clearly confused and in pain. 

You turn to see the two last ones when you receive a prodigious punch in the face, throwing you to the ground. You groan painfully, and cough hard, feeling something warm and liquid rolling on your skin where the pimp hit you. 

You touch it in disbelief, to discover your blood, dripping to the floor. 

This warm, liquidy sensation on your skin… 

You gag, flashbacks teleporting you back in the dark cave, strapped down that dirty mattress, and the bite of the saw in your tender flesh… 

You are in shock, unable to detach your gaze from the red liquid nor stop your shivering. You lose all awareness of your surroundings and completely forget about the assault, stuck in the cave. 

You do nit even hear the pimp talking to you. 

You shudder when a sudden gunshot rings in the market and a body falls near you. You turn your gaze towards the sound to discover Thrawn, gun aimed in your direction with a cold expression, his eyebrows frowned in displeasure. 

‘’Stop.’’ He sternly orders, ‘’This is enough.’’ 

“Wha-Who the FUCK let you enter with a gun?!” The leader demands. 

Thrawn immediately aims at him, his glare full of warnings and threat. 

“Your own colleagues. I am here to collect this young lady right here.” He announces, advancing in the aisles like in conquered territories, “As for you, hands high up in the air where I can see them.” 

You do not see what the leader decided to do, whatever it was Thrawn judged it worthy to be shot at. You shiver with the gunshot and the sound of the body hitting the floor. 

Did... Did he just... 

He turns to the last one that decides to lie down, his hands on his head. Thrawn closes the gap and collects all the weapons, cuffing the last pimp before rising to the sea of curious and worried customers. He raises his Grand Admiral insignia for all to see. 

“I am a Grand Admiral of the Empire, citizens. Everything is under control and if someone could be urbane enough to notify the police about this gang so they can collect them, it would be greatly appreciated.”  

One of the vendor behind the stall nods and heads to a stationary phone immediately. 

Thrawn turns to you and put a knee to the ground to comfort you. 

“Everything is okay, Ch’acah. Can you stand?” 

You nod weakly, still a bit shocked as he helps you stand up. 

“Are they...?”  

“Unconscious. My gun is adjusted on stun mod when I am on leave.” 

“Oh... okay.” You respond not knowing if that is comforting or not. 

“You are bleeding, my beloved.” He murmurs, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly, “Come with me, they must have a pharmacy somewhere.” He lowers to grab all the bags that he passes on one shoulders and supports you with his arms. 

While the police is being called he hands his debit card to the seller who’s stall you destroyed. 

“For the damages.” He simply says before their shocked expression. 

They take the cards like they saw a ghost and slides it down the machine before getting it back. 

Thrawn keeps his gun ostensibly visible and helps you walk through the aisle. 

“We will dress your wounds and head home.” He orders. 

You are in no state to retort anything and obediently follows. 

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You poke the large compress now adorning your temple and wince as a wave of pain spreads. 

Thrawn is in the bathroom scrubbing your top. 

“The blood comes off, do not worry.” He announces with a gentle tone like losing this shirt was your first worry right now. 

But it is not... 

No 

You cannot forget the blood... 

You still feel it trickle down your cheek and thighs, the bite of the saw... 

You shiver, curling over yourself, your heart right behind your lips. 

By all account you are still trapped deep down that cave, cuffed to that bed. 

Unable to escape. 

Satlove still has you between his hands, slowly suffocating you. 

You jolt when a hand touches your shoulder all of a sudden. 

“Ch’acah? You did not speake a word. Is everything all right?” 

But you are bound to see blood again, you are an Imperial officer. Blood is part of work. 

You cannot allow yourself to freeze in shock while lives depend on you! You have cadet under your protection, you cannot allow your weakness to put them all in danger! 

This is not what Thrawn would do! He would do whatever is necessary to protect his crew!  

You deeply inhale, bracing yourself. 

“Thrawn,” You start ready to negotiate, “I accept to go to therapy, but only at one condition.” 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @Holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @princesslunamoon19 @Janjtje @helrose8 

[matashaw]

...hear me out on Spenza.

[heyyesimtrash-whatofit]

So I was listening to my theater playlist again, as I do, and I’ve come to quite the final question

Why oh why does the Broadway Aladdin soundtrack line up with the M!IK cast as well as it does??

[cozylittleartblog]

idk if I've said it before, but your portrayals of both Rouxls and Queen are among my favorites, and the way they are when you combine the two is the sole thing that got me to say "yes" to queenkaard. When I first saw it in the game and it started catching on as a ship, I was like "nooo I hc him as gay," but then after seeing your stuff I was like "oh nvm I totally see this now."

i think hearing "i didn't see this ship before, but after your art i understand it and/or even ship it myself" is one of the nicest compliments i get, because it makes me feel like i'm representing something meaningful and sweet about a pairing and having people understand what i think is so great and captivating about them. i've gotten a couple asks like this and sometimes i forget to respond but i always really appreciate them :) thank you very much

[scruncheduppaper]

if i see one more ford hate post on my tl im genuinely going to go insane

YES hes a dick but a) hes a fictional character b) he CHANGES and DEVELOPS and REDEEMS HIMSELF BY THE END OF THE SERIES and c) ITS COOL THAT HE HAS AN EGO. ITS COOL

and also im starting to lose interest in fiddlestan because at this point its becoming clear that people only ship it because they dont like ford and they think that fidds doesnt deserve him AS IF THE CONFLICT ISNT THE APPEAL OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP??? AS IF IT ISNT THE POINT??? AND AS IF THEIR RECONCILIATION BY THE END OF THE STORY ISNT A PERFECT ENDING TO FORDS ARC im gonna bite someone i swear.

look someone on twitter said that “some fiddlestan shippers are just fiddauthor shippers in disguise” and its PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF because IM SORRY DO YOU GUYS NOT SHIP CHARACTERS BECAUSE YOU’RE INTERESTED IN DIFFERENT RELATED CHARACTER DYNAMICS?? WHAT ARE YOU JUST HERE FOR THE LOVEY DOVEY SHIT??? the REASON why fiddlestan is INTERESTING TO ME in the FIRST PLACE is because it elaborates on both of these characters with respect to their relationships to ford!!! there’s nothing wrong with the fact that theyre connected to him!!! these arent real people, these are characters that act as vehicles to explores messages in stories!!! of COURSE i only ship fiddlestan in relation to fiddauthor, why would i cut ford out here completely when it’s SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING TO RECOGNISE THEIR COMPLEX DYNAMICS IN RELATION TO HIM???

and i hear people going like “oh well i just wanna see fiddleford happy!!” and im like. but without the conflict. like who is he. some twink you can just mold however you want?? without his Flaws and his Complex Relationships with his family and ford and his eventual descent into madness What are you Seeing in him?? not to mention the fact that i dont think stan would treat him better anyways lol

and also im getting the vibe that the reason a lot of people ship fiddlestan nowadays is because people like. dislike ford?? and i said this just now but like hes genuinely such an interesting character as well and it makes me sad to see that the only people who appreciate his character idolise him without seeing his flaws and literally everyone else just hates him like YALL TALK SHIT ABT LIKING MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS BUT WHEN A CHARACTER ACTUALLY IS MORALLY GREY YOU TURN AROUND AND GO LIKE “ehhhhh” like COME ON PLEASE YOU HAVE TO SEE THE VISION FORD IS STILL COOL AND IM GONNA DEFEND HIM WITH MY LIFE

its actually kinda pissing me off the amount of fluffy characterisation fiddlestan gets within the fandom, at the expense of ford, bc oh my fucking godddd PLEASEEE CAN WE HAVE THE ERA WHEN I FIRST DISCOVERED FIDDLESTAN BACKKK BECAUSE THE CONTENT THEN WAS SO FUCKING GOOD

[coolaidstain]

TIL that theres aphobes on Tumblr trying to claim that Jughead Jones has actually been gay coded the whole time and that saying he's ace is homophobic I fucking hate it here

[xxplastic-cubexx]

im forcing you all to look shady-car-salesman erik

[What If Magneto Had Formed The X-Men With Professor X?]

[buddietommys]

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

"Are we even soulmates in this one?"

[cinaminrolll]

just watched guardians 3 and why is adam warlock kinda so babygirl

[twtangel-arts]

What do you mean Sprout from Dandy’s World is in Mario and Luigi: Brothership

[hayaku14]

OBSESSED with the idea of KID coming into the Kudou mansion seeking refuge (either he got heavily injured or his idenity is compromised) but instead is met with Okiya Subaru, Kudou Yukiko, and Kudou Yusaku. (Conan is also there coincidentally because lady luck hasn't totally abandoned him yet, apparently, but Kaito is sort of distracted by the amount of non-conans in the house to appreciate it.)

one day (before akai moves in) conan drags kid's injured ass back into the kudou mansion to patch him up (and also to demand answers about the snipers in the heist)

kid refuses to tell more about the snipers and conan doesn't pry but keeps an offer of help open

it becomes an unspoken agreement that kid would go to conan if something out of his hand happens in relation to said snipers

by 'go to conan' conan meant go to him, the person, as in wherever location he was at. kid, on the other hand, thought he should come back to the kudou mansion.

months pass, subaru, yusaku, and yukiko come to occupy the kudou household.

kid, injured or identity compromised, sees the lights are on and assumes conan is inside. which well...he ISN'T WRONG (LOL)

kid goes in through the window of conan's room which startles conan who was there to pick something up in his room.

"What are you doing here?!" Conan scream-whispers in a panic.

KID stiffens and stares at him with something like betrayal in his eyes. "Oh, I see I'm not welcome here."

"No! No wait that's not what I meant. It's just, this is NOT the best time."

Someone knocks on the door and the two of them jump. KID's eyes widen in realization as Conan quickly drags and pushes him into a closet. "Don't make a sound." KID does a zipping motion across his lips and makes a show of throwing an imaginary key. Conan rolls his eyes at him before closing the door.

anyways, it was akai who went up to check on conan cause the 4 of them were in the middle of a discussion and conan was suspiciously taking too long.

whether kid gets caught by akai and the kudou fam or not, i have no idea, but either way I WANT IT.

although tbh i feel like akai and yusaku would sense someone else is inside and yusaku would know exactly who it is LOL

then again, whether kid is heavily injured, has his identity compromised, or both, is a big factor on how events will unfold. (and i love exploring each one so my brain is rotting pls someone send help)

[elllteo]

gonna be real seeing you boil down someone else's concerns abt making light of a rapist in media as fandom drama really hurts as someone who's experienced that kind of violence first hand. the character is fictional and obviously doesnt exist. but rape victims do exist and we see when people sexualize or joke about predators. idk. i don't intend to tell you what to do, but i hope this helps maybe explain why someone else could've been startled or upset to see that on your blog. its your space you can do what you want with it. i think some media doesn't need to be fandomized or treated as yaoi fodder. maybe it can just be taken seriously and discussed with respect. i think its pretty reasonable for victims of particular types of violence to express discomfort or concern when people joke about or make light of those who perpetrate it.

I genuinely get where you are coming from, I do. But what that ask was getting at did not convey to me what you seem to have taken from it.

There's a difference between making light of/mocking/making jokes about sexual assault/rape vs drawing a character who does those things in a narrative in an unserious way. Likewise, I feel that boiling down the narrative to just be about that One Act in many, many ways does a disservice to the narrative and characters as a whole.

I'm also not understanding where exactly this is coming from, to be entirely honest.

A person can be fully capable of breaking down and analyzing Jimmy in a way that is entirely respectful while still, also, making light of other aspects or enjoying him removed from that context. Drawing a character in a goofy way doesn't mean the person is making light of Anya's SA, or even excusing it. You can ship two characters while still finding the canon actions of one absolutely despicable. These things are not mutually exclusive!

Just as you're not telling me what to do, I'm not saying you, or that other anon, or anyone else has to put up with seeing that character or engaging with media that portrays him that way, to be clear. I'm not trying to tell you that your feelings or hurt or experiences aren't valid, they clearly and very much are.

But it's not my job, or even obligation, to protect you from it. Or any other trigger, for that matter. I do what I can with tags, but that's a courtesy I try to apply when and where I can.

That's what I'm getting at here. I tagged for him and that ship so others could avoid it if they found it upsetting. The anon did not do that, so I explained my stance.

People will engage with media in ways that are upsetting to you, or ways that even disgust you. I can't stop them, I make no plans to, and if my opinions or behaviors around this are upsetting or disappointing to you, if I endanger you or anyone by behaving this way, it is in your best interest to block me and have a safer and less stressful experience online. Those tools are readily available for that very reason.

I know far too many others who have also experienced that kind of violence, family included. I know the frustration and hurt of making light of that kind of thing, and how it can and does impact others.

But this is not that.

If, however, you feel it is, that's your right! I can't tell you how to engage with anything, nor do I intend to. I cannot change my space to fit your needs, and I'm genuinely sorry if that makes you feel unsafe or upset. I'm not trying to make light SA or the victims thereof.

I'm trying to, as best as I can, explain that policing how others engage with a fandom and its characters simply does not and cannot work. That isn't "fandom drama" - it's the psychology of humans and the media they connect with. Humans are complicated creatures, and our needs and interests vary wildly.

There is no monolithic way to demand others engage with a source material, and attempting to do so does more harm to you than that effort is worth. I hope you and that other anon can have a less upsetting day/night/etc - again, I'm sorry if this is frustrating to hear, but I fear this is an impasse we simply won't agree on in this way.

[faunandfloraas]

"Seungmin would be SO hot if he got muscle like, can you imagine?" You would be hotter if you shut your mouth but we can't always get what we want so <3

[banjomelodies]

Aw MAN tiktok mischaracterizes Scaramouche so much. Specifically as Wanderer (I sometimes see it with Scaramouche too).

(TW as I do mention abusive topics)

I've genuinely seen people go full force on the "oh, Wanderer would bully my whole team. Wanderer would be so mean! Wanderer—" and it's just. NO? Wanderer is a significantly mellowed out Scaramouche. If anything he wouldn't entirely give a damn about anyone he works with as long as they aren't ridiculously insufferable or take personal offense to what he calls brutal honesty. Instead of him literally physically harming or abusing the people who annoy him (like he would as the Balladeer), he just says a snarky comment. Like, I'm sorry, I don't think he's going to beat up your Freminet, or Mika.

Scaramouche is the type who would snap on one of them, especially since as the Balladeer, he saw little to no worth in humans (i mean come on, he turned on his two fatui agents in an instant when they said one thing that angered him. He was also implied a lot of the time to be an insufferable Harbinger). Wanderer is not the same. Wanderer probably still has a deep-rooted disdain, yes, it'd be hard to fully overcome something he believed in for so many decades, but he's well past taking his frustrations out on other people like that. He's literally trying to AMEND the horrific actions he's done. He wouldn't add more to it. Not to mention, he likely has a promise made to Nahida, who was willing to help him, to try his best to grow and change as a person, even if he doesn't think he can.

Now talking about Scaramouche in general, people amp up Scaramouches more toxic traits by twenty notches. Scaramouche is a toxic person. I will fully admit that. When I consider how lower Fatui agents act around him, he's definitely an awful person. But on the same hand, I don't think he'd be the sort who'd be abusive in romantic encounters. You're telling me, this man who was desperate for love and admiration and acceptance, would be beating and killing anyone who even dates him? Personally, I don't think so. I feel like he'd unintentionally be a bad partner. Perhaps saying things he shouldn't, or being distant, as he hasn't experienced anything positive or real since he was the Kabukimono. The Harbingers are all fake to eachother, so it's not like he's really used to having to be fully himself with another person. But I don't think he'd beat or maim his partners.

Maybe I'm blinded by my adoration for this character, but, I just don't get how some people look at him and go "Yeah that man would absolutely BEAT that traumatized teenager standing next to him for breathing the wrong way."