#also scars mountains totally fit in

[sweetietoppartandthoughts]

Just a little something

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[googleitlol]

Aaah, I just thought of some cute headcanons that I figured would fit Wukong and Dove, and Macaque and Lian too!💖 Hope you like them!

For Wukong and Dove (for both LMK AU and Black Myth Wukong, and PoM:

1. Wukong sometimes falls asleep right next to Dove and uses her lap as a pillow, and even purrs whenever he gets into a deep sleep on her. Dove didn’t tell him about the purring the first few times because she thought it was adorable and didn’t want him to embarrassed.

2. Wukong’s tail is very sensitive, so he easily gets excited and flustered whenever Dove touches it, which she uses to her advantage on multiple occasions such as if she wants him to listen or simply tease him.

For Macaque and Lian:

1. Sometimes when Macaque performs his shadow puppet shows from his lantern or simply using his powers for Lian, she would rest her head against his shoulder with a fond smile while watching his plays. On most occasions, she would even fall asleep on him while Macaque stares down at her with the softest smile.

2. Part of the reason Macaque wears his glamour to hide his scarred eye in the present day is because up until seeing Lian again, he had hoped to run into her reincarnation and used his glamour to maintain his original appearance so she would recognize him, and worried that she would be frightened by his eye after what Wukong did in the past.

Omg these are all so cute–

For Wukong and Dove:

This is adorable, I can imagine her sitting against a tree while he naps with his head on her lap. Maybe after they deal with Red Boy (in Black Myth Au and Main story) and find their friends, they stop for the day to set up camp earlier since everyone is tired af and they all need some time to calm down a bit. Wukong is patched up from the fight but SUPER tired still, and then Dove lets him rest in her lap. After spending the whole night thinking he might've died, having him sleep on her made her feel better– being able to feel him confirmed he was safe. Omg and when he starts purring??? Yeah, she won't say anything, but that's a card she's keeping in her pocket. Y'know, if he ever gets any ideas about trying to embarrass her. After that, it becomes somewhat of a regular thing to find Wukong napping on her, and sometimes, you'll find her doing the same

Ohohoho, I LOVE this one. Once Dove realizes how sensitive his tail is, she is using that to her full advantage. Maybe she has something important to say about how to defeat a demon but Wukong and the others are all talking over one another, so she gets his attention with his tail while he's mid-sentence. He'd 100% forget whatever the hell he was saying the moment she trails a finger down his tail. Eyes wide, absolutely GAGGED. Oh, she'd have so much fun teasing him like that. But if she does it too much, he'll have to get her back in some way…

For Macaque and Lian:

THIS IS SO CUTE!!! This is something I'll touch on in flashbacks, but there was a point in time where Lian was bedridden for a while. She was stuck in her bed for weeks, and while she'd get occasional visits from the Brotherhood, Macaque was with her everyday. Wukong would pop in for a few minutes each morning, but Macaque was the one who'd spend hours with her there. So I could totally seeing him doing this around that time, keeping her entertained with his shadow plays while she recovered. GAH THIS IS SO CUTE

Awwww, my heart! I can definitely see this, how he'd always want to be ready. I also think he'd hide it because he lost her before he and Wukong had their falling out, it was just days before Wukong got sealed under the mountain. So if she did recognize him, he wouldn't want her to ask about how he lost his eye and what happened after she, well… Macaque doesn't even know what happened to her. I mean, he knows what, he just doesn't know how. Needless to say, he would definitely use that reasoning to keep his glamour on because on the chance he ever got to reunite with Li, he'd want things to go back to exactly how they were. Before he lost his fight with Wukong, and before he lost her. He just wants them to happy, like they used to be.

[succubusdaydream]

By The Grace of The Moon || Astarion x Werewolf!Selunite!Reader || PT5

A/N: I’ve explained in an update (see here) but I’ll say again to those who didn’t see. This story was originally going to be one or two parts so I’ve been pulling a lot of this out of my ass. But, with encouragement, I’ve tried my best to write some of the underdark but have skipped the creche. I’ve also tried my best to write in Wyll, Karlach and Lae’zel but since I totally forgot about them, I’ve struggled for days to write them in. Because of this, I have ultimately decided to leave them out of this series. I love them and have even become a Wyll girly (have a fic idea that i've started) but I just can’t get them in properly. I’ve drained my writing trying to get them in, but nothing is fitting. I'm so sorry for that and I’m so sorry for the wait but FINALLY here is part 5 <3

Warnings: typical BG3 violence | made up lore about Lycans and Selune | kind of filler/fast paced

Masterlist || Word Count:4065

PT1 || PT2 || PT3 || PT4

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The bright sun once again woke you up. Its rays pierced your closed eyes as you struggled to open them. For a second, you couldn’t remember what you were doing the night before. But then you remembered. You could still feel the touch of your mate’s cold hands as you sat up to look around for him. And you didn’t have to look far. He stood in front of you, arms stretched as he embraced the sun’s warmth for all it had to offer. On his back was a large scar. Carved into his porcelain flesh.

                His scent lingered in the air as you drank in his beautiful body. “Not staying for a cuddle?” Your confidence had skyrocketed overnight. No longer as shy around the one who you were bound too.

                “You sleep light.” He turned his head, looking at you from his peripheral. “I thought you’d be exhausted after last night.” His voice was light, and his arms lowered as he turned to look at you.

                “I could always go again.” You were quick to pull your knees up and hug them to you. The confidence was quickly gone as he turned to your still naked body.

                He smirked. “Tempting. But this might not be the time or place.” He reaches down and grabs something from the forest floor. Your shirt. He held it out to you. “Now, shall we go on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.” You stood and completely dressed, finding your pants not too far from where he grabbed your shirt. “Oh. And don’t feel the need to brag to the other about our little tryst. Given the noise you made last night, I’m sure they already know.” With that, your walk back to camp was silent and your face once again a dark shade of ruby.

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                No one had said much when you arrived back at camp. Gale was once again cooking, though this time it was a smaller pot, and Shadowheart was ushering out the rest of the hung-over Tieflings that had crashed in your camp. So after eating and gathering your things, you approached Halsin, who had made earlier promises to explain the next step in removing your tadpole.

                “I trust you enjoyed your evening. After all your efforts, it was well deserved. And it may be some time before you’re awarded another such night.” He told you about the cursed lands that surrounded the towers and two ways to get to it. An overpass through the mountains or a path through the underdark. Either way, your group would be faced with plenty of monsters and conflicts.

                So over the next few days, the four of you accidentally blew up an old temple of Lathander and then turned right back around to descend into the underdark through the now empty goblin camp. You had been trampled by a Bulette, been recruited by large fungi sovereign to kill nearby Duergar and then blessed by said fungi sovereign after fulfilling their request. The next thing they asked for was the head of a Drow, Nere. In their ‘camp’ you had helped a poisoned deepgnome and traveled across a large, dark lake to find and free her people. A large forge, the Lost Adamantine Forge, greeted your party when you docked, as well as some more angry duergar.

They too had a request for you. Help free your ‘fellow true soul’. The True Soul being the same one that the Sovereign had requested the head of. Nere. So with a bomb you picked up a while ago, you cleared the rocks he had caused to fall and easily defeated him and the rest of the Duergar that were around. It was an exhausting couple of days but after many sidetracks of requests, you and the others had finally made it out of the Underdark and into the Shadow Cursed Lands.

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                The door creaked open and the light from your torch barley lit the way in front of you. It felt cold as you stepped out from Sharran building, a shiver running through your spin. Everything about this place set your senses to eleven and your grip on the torch tightened.

                “Halsin wasn’t lying. This place really is….” You couldn’t even find the words as you walked deeper into the shadows. You made sure to go slow and stick close to the others. If you had the confidence, you’d make sure to hold Astarion close to ensure his ultimate safety.

                As you walked deeper, Shadowheart’s whispers echoed through the whispering dark. “I can feel the shadow’s power here… but they don’t seem to be harming me. The Dark Lady shields me. I can feel her.”

                You quickly stop and turn towards her. You had of course already concluded that she was a worshipper of Shar. Her distaste for your Selune worship and the attempt to rebuild an altar of hers in the Goblin Camp had given it away. And her words of ‘the lady of sorrows guide us.’

                “Did you say something, Shadowheart?”

                “The Shadow Curse… it doesn’t seem to affect me like others. Not as badly, at least.” She stepped forward, a smile on her face. “Do you know what this means? I must be blessed. Lady Shar is protecting me where others are left to her wrath. She loves me. She must do.”

                In a spit of your own disgust towards her goddess, your words seemed harsher than you wished for them to. “Your mistress rewards you with survival against her own corrupt power? That’s not love, Shadowheart.” You too felt protected from the curse. You could still feel it, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Just as if the shadows were itching to get to you. Your own blessing from Selune protecting you. You hoped it protected your mate as well.

                Her brows furrowed and you immediately felt awful. You were never one to judge other’s beliefs, but Shadowheart’s adoration of your goddess’ enemy irked you more than you wished. “The darkness is the truth, Selunite. In the end, there with only be endless black. And those that Lady Shar has embraced.”

                Yous sighed and tried to wave it off. “I apologies, Shadowheart. I truly did not mean to offend you or your goddess. It seems my own blessing has secured me from these lands as well. Please, continue.” You nodded and her face softened. It was the harshest you had ever been to someone else and didn’t want to lose a close friend to something as petty as this.

                She nodded back before speaking once more. “Lady Shar wouldn’t bless me like this for no reason. There must be something she wants of me.” And with an agreement to try your best to help, your group continued through the lands.

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                It didn’t take long to face the creatures in the dark. Not far from where you emerged, you had run into a group of people. One was quickly taken by the curse and attacked with more shadows. It took a little effort but after defeating them, you followed the group back to where they hid. Last Light Inn. Protected from the curse by a beautiful white dome. When you passed through the barrier, it felt warm. Familiar. Selunite magic.

                You didn’t get far before your feet were anchored into the ground with vines. A druid, Jaheira, had stopped you in your tracks and held a mindflayer parasite to you. She spouted about how ‘you shouldn’t have come here true-soul’ before you could even try and defend yourself. Luckily, you didn’t really have to since a small voice rang out from behind her.

                “Stop! What are you doing?! They’re the one that saved us!” A young Tiefling sprinted up beside Jaheira, panting and waving her arms around.

                “This is the one that saved the Emerald Grove?”

                “Yep! Saved one of my friends from a mean snake to.” And with that, Jaheira released you with an apology and a request to join her for a drink. She had spoken about how her and her harpers were also after Ketheric Thorm who was hidden in Moonrise Towers. She had fought him before, ultimately failing due to his immortality. She had also tried to lace the wine she wanted to share with you, questioning you about the tadpoles in your head.

                After deeming you and your group trustful, she pointed you upstairs. There was a cleric that had cast the barrier around the in, keeping it and its residents safe from the lesser affects of the shadow curse. And with a nod and a promise to scout out the towers, you all made your way upstairs. You recognized many of the Tieflings from the Grove but there seemed to be less, and Zevlor was nowhere to be found.

                 Reaching the double doors of a room, you lightly knock and when you hear no response, you peek inside. There was no one in sight but your ears picked up sound coming from the door on the other side of the room. Your soft footsteps creaked the floorboards along with the door you opened. On the other side was a white-haired woman in silver robes. You watched in awe as she summoned a magic orb and let it fly to the barrier, adding to the shield. The magic felt familiar, Selunite no doubt, and you felt warm.

                The women coughed and turned, slightly jumping. “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t realize I had an audience. Let me guess, you’re the true soul who’s going to save us all?” She walked past you and into the room, stopping in the middle. “Did Jaheira’s sent you to beg a protection spell of her favorite cleric?” She barely gave you a chance to speak before raising her arms, her body glowing as she sent a beam of light towards your group. The magic that flowed through you felt nice and almost like home.

                From her point of view, the symbol of Isobel’s goddess flashed on your skin and small ears of light appeared above your head before disappearing. “Ahh. A hunter of the night, I see. I’m sure our Lady has already blessed you with some protection, but now your group is alright as well. It will only keep you safe from the lesser effects of the curse, you’ll need to find a much stronger solution of you wish to make it to Moonrise. “

                Behind you, Shadowheart growled. “Selunite magic. Dark Lady forgive me.” The wound on her hand flashed and she winced. She continued to glare at Isobel, crossing her arms.

                “Good nose. Like a nasty little terrier.” Isobel retorted.

                Before Shadowheart could fire back, you stepped in front of her. “Thank you, very much. But, what did you mean hunter of the night? Are you talking about…” You trailed off, still nervous to reveal your nature even if she might already know.

                “Your Lycanthropy? I can sense it in you, and it was revealed when I blessed you. Lycans blessed by Selune are her ‘Hunters of The Night.’ They served has protecters, much like familiars. It seems she’s blessed you with full control of your abilities.” She held her hand up, an illusion of Selune appearing in her palm with a few wolves around her, standing protectively with her symbol on their snout just like yours.

                “Lycans are much different than werewolves. Werewolves can’t control their shift and are led by anger. They are no longer human, too lost in their animal side to return. Lycans though, are blessed to keep their humanity. Selune protects them and allows them to shift between shapes. I suppose you’re like a druid, in a way.”

                You nodded in awe. You and your parents still hadn’t discovered a lot about your blessing, your village too small to hold any information. “I see. Thank you. We should probably take our leave though, much to do.” You chuckled and stepped back, awkwardly pointed to the door.

                “Wait. Please be careful. Ketheric is a frightening man. But you have something that he doesn’t: allies worth having. While you’re busy in the towers, I’ll be sure to…” She stopped, turning to look up and around. “Did you hear that? Somethings wrong.”

                Everything suddenly went to the hells. A corrupted and winged Flaming Fist, Marcus, had crashed into the room. He was ranting about the absolute and used his own tadpole to connect to yours. He thought you were on his side and demanded your help to capture Isobel for Ketheric Throm. When he realized you wouldn’t be of help, he let out a roar and winged ghoul descended onto the Inn.

                Magic and arrows were flying, and you tried your best to protect Isobel from the man. In the chaos though, a yell of pain caught your attention. Behind you, a ghoul slipped through and swiped for Astarion, slicing his porcelain skin, and knocking him to the ground, paralyzed. Your vision went red, and you let out a roar of your own, growling and sprinting towards the monster.

                You weren’t exactly sure want happened. You swiped your hand at the monster, and it let out a screech, trying to swipe back but you shoved into it. Your hand bones cracked, and it felt like they were extending as claw took the place of your fingernails. You continues to slice at the monster, it’s blood coating your arms and body. When you realized it was dead, you were breathing hard and had already set your sights on your old target.

                The True-Soul finally died after a long battle, as well as the rest of his winged ghouls. Blood scented the air and stained the wooden floors. Your breaths were still hard, and your heart was pounding in your ears. Your vision was blurry, and you could make out Isobel’s shape walking towards you.

                She placed her hand on your shoulder, calling your name and pulling you aside. “Are you alright? You lost it there. I-I’ve never seen someone so angry.” You looked down at your hands, blood staining your soft skin and armor, and looked back at Astarion. He had gotten back up in the fight and was now being looked over by Shadowheart.

                “I saw him go down and I… I just lost it, I guess. I’ve never felt so angry.” A look a realization came across her face and you avoided her gaze. If you yourself had thought that having a vampire mate was a curse from your goddess, you weren’t sure what a cleric of hers would think.

                “I see.” She didn’t say much and before she could, Jaheira had busted into the room.

                “Isobel! Are you alright?” Isobel nodded. “Marcus has been with us from the start- they’ve been tracking us this whole time. This wasn’t a random attack. You were the target, Isobel. They know how important you are.” Jaheira paused and turned to you. “But they don’t know about you. Ketheric will strike again. We need you to strike first. Discover the source of his invulnerability. Make him mortal, so that we may make him bleed. Good luck.”

                With a determined nod, your group set out. You met a group of Harpers at the Inn’s bridge. They had a plan to steal a source of protection from the curse in an ambush of Absolute cultists that should be making they way to the towers. After gathering extra supplies and making sure everyone was good to go, your group set out with the harpers.

                The Harpers were correct in their ambush. A Drider led a group of cultists with a Moon Lantern, its aura shielding them from the cursed. The fight that insinuated wasn’t too difficult. The goblins went down fast and the Drider soon after. You were luckily able to keep all the Harpers safe, everyone only receiving some cuts and bruises. The moon lantern you looted from the Drider held a fairy and her muffled voice cried out for help. In return, she blessed your party, keeping you safe from even the darkest part of the curse. So after bidding farewell to the Harpers, you all made your way to moonrise towers.

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                The trail to the Towers was long and your party had run into many shadow-cursed enemies, but after hours, you had crossed the bridge into the towers. The guards at the entry questioned you, but it wasn’t too hard to trick them. The walls of the towers stood high above you. The stone walls and darkness made the place feel cold and you grimaced as you walked through it. The smell that lingered in the air was rancid and it made your hair stand up.

                It seems you weren’t the only one who could smell it as Astarion grimaced behind you, holding the back of his hand to his nose. The closest scent in the air was coming from a door to your left, and as your curiosity got the best of you, you made your way towards it. On the other side, a drow woman stood in front of a table, bottles and vials of blood scattered around its surface.

                Her attention turned to you as the door creaked open and she made her introduction. “Araj Oblodra. Trader in blood and the sanguineous arts. It’s a pleasure to stand before a true soul. And your pale companion.” The way her eyes raked over Astarion’s form made your own twitch and your fists curl. “I’d like to offer my services, if you’re willing?” She offered a potion in exchange for some of your blood, and since it was only a bit, you held your hand out. It didn’t take her long at all to brew you a strong potion, gladly giving it to you.

                “Before you go, tough, there might be one more thing we could discuss?” Her eyes once again drifted to Astarion. “Your friend. He’s a vampire, no? Or at least a spawn?” Her tone made your blood boil and the look in her eye made you want to rip out her throat. How dare she look at your mate that way? Use that tone to him?

                “Oh don’t worry,” Astarion began, “We’re all friends under the Absolute. I won’t bite.”

                She smirked and let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I prefer if you did.” She turned to you with a raised brow. “I assume he belongs to you?”

                Your eyes widened and you stood agog. “Excuse me? He doesn’t belong to anyone.” You growled out and your nails began to dig into your palm.

                She let out a scoff. “Oh, I’m sure he believes that. Do you have a name, Spawn?”

                Astarion took a step back, “Astarion, b-but hold on-“

                Araj immediately cut him off, a smile on her face. “Good. Now, Astarion, I’ve always dreamed of being bitten by a vampire. Ever since I was a young girl.” Your ears started ringing and your body grew hot. The voices around you became muffled as she attempted to push herself onto him. It was only when she raised her voice at you that you snapped. “Ugh! Can’t you talk some sense into your obstinate charge?!”

                Your eyes glowed a pale yellow and your hand wrapped around your throat, claws sprouting from your fingernails and digging into her skin. You shoved her body against her desk with a loud growl. “How DARE you speak to him like that? Do you not know the meaning of the word ‘no’?!” You companion behind you stepped back as fur peaked from beneath your armor.  Beneath you, Araj struggled and attempted to speak. You leaned down, bringing your growing fangs to her ear. “If you so as much glance or even think about my mate,” you tightened your grip, “I’ll tear your gods damned throat out. Do you understand?”

                She frantically nodded, and with one last shove, she fell to the ground, holding her throat and coughing. You took a deep breath and glanced down at your hands, watching as your claws retreated into your bones. Whatever has been happening to you recently, it was starting to scare you. You shuddered and shook your head, turning back to your group who was all looking at you concerned and with slight fear.

                You cleared your throat and pushed past them. “L-Let’s go find somewhere to camp, I’m exhausted and this place reeks.”

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                The fire roared in front of you as you hugged your knees close to your chest. Your friends had kept their distance from you ever since making camp and you figured they were still nervous after your outburst earlier. You had been sitting alone for a while when soft footsteps reached your ears, and the scent of your mate met your nose.

                Turning your head, he sent a small wave to you. “Do you have a moment. I think we need to talk.” Your heart clenched and you stood, following him back to his tent. He turned to you, a look of nervousness in his eyes. “I uum, I want to thank you.” His voice was soft, keeping in mind the others in their own tents.

                You raised a brow. “For what?”

                “For what you said, when I was in front of that vile drow. I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered. You could have asked me to do the same- to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned.” His voice raised and he threw his arms out, but quickly brought them back in, his eyes softening. “But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.”

                You smiled. “Astarion, I would never make you do something you don’t want to do. And I’ll hurt anyone who tries to force you to.” You clenched your fists again, the thought of that drow heating up your blood again.             

                “It’s a novel concept, I admit. And a little intimidating.” He looked down and sighed. “Look. I had a plan. A nice, simple plan- seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so that you’d never turn on me.” He let out a chuckle, and in your chest your heart pounded. So he didn’t feel the pull. He had been using you this whole time? “It was easy, instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in.”

                You took a small step back, holding your hand over your heart. “Astarion, I…I…” You couldn’t even speak; no words came to your mind as he continued talking.

                “All you had to do… was fall for it.” He let out another sigh. “And all I had to do, was not fall for you. And that is where my nice, simple plan… falls apart.” His eyes bore into yours, and you could see no deceit. He truly meant it. “You… you’re incredible. But you deserve something real. I want us to be something real.” He stepped forward, grasping your hand in between his own.

                Your heart pounded in your ears and sparks shot through your skin beneath his. Minutes passed, and without your response, he stepped back and sighed. It snapped you out of your gaze and you reached back out to him, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his waist softly. It stunned him for a second, but he slowly lowered his arms around you in return.

                His scent was all you could smell as you nuzzled into his chest with a smile. “I want us to be something real too. More than anything.” You stepped back, moving to hold his hands in yours.

                He let out a breath. “You… you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” A smile broke out on his face, and he leaned forward. “Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.” The grip on your hands tightened. “But I know that this… this is nice.” His smile was soft, and he brought up one of your hands, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I- I do have one question though. I couldn’t help but overhear what you told that drow.”

                Your brow raised and you tilted your head. You hoped it didn’t show on your face, but you were worried.

                “What did you mean, when you said, ‘my mate?’” Your blood ran cold, and all you heard was the pounding on your heartbeat.

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Masterlist

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[cheetah-roll]

AAAAAA HERMITCRAFT SEASON 10 IS OUT LETS FREAKING GOOOOO

Finally, the mcyt content drought is over-

No like, by the time 2023 had ended, literally every minecraft series that I watch finished. I mean, it makes sense, the cc’s wanted to wrap up for the new year, but we literally walked into 2024 with absolutely nothing.

Oh my god I’m so very happy that Joel and Skizz are joining hermitcraft!!

I’ve been watching Joel for years now and it honestly kind of feels like a dream seeing him finally becoming a hermit. He and Skizz are perfect fits for this series!!

I’m planning on watching more cc’s this season, since last time I only watched Gem. I might not have time tbh, but I’ll make it work-

The cc’s I’m going to watch are Gem, Grian, Joel, Scar, Pearl, and Cleo 

Also the Magic Mountain group <3333333

Totally different from Magical Mountain. No similarities in the name whatsoever (I had Last Life flashbacks while watching this)

Anyways, I’m really excited for this season and all the fun times that are to come!! :D

[fulich-bratsxd]

QSMP and their Pandora Clans Pt.1

I just rewatched Avatar 2 again and now that qsmp 2024 has started, it was only a matter of time before the ideas began popping up :)

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FOOLISH - Metkayina Clan

shark man had to be in the water-based tribe, he just had to be

has adopted son named Arin

strongest swimmer w/ longest breath hold

owns fastest Tsurak

the tribe builder (as per usual lmao)

wears an Akula leather hood w/ an Akula tooth necklace (managed to kill one while lost at sea for a period of time)

blind in one eye (lost during Akula encounter right before Iknimaya)

only has tattoos on right side of body (face tattoos highlight akula encounter via emphasizing eye scar, also has tattoos down his neck, back, chest, and arms)

ETOILES - Metkayina Clan

this is purely bc i think etoiles would be able to travel farther distances a lot easier if he was metkayina vs land-based Na-vi

best warrior of the tribe

uses a selection of weapons he has amassed over the years

fully blind (bc i love that hc idc idc idc)

has traveled very far distances to explore other waters/lands

well-versed in the water and on land due to adventures

has interacted w/ many other Na'vi tribes (some were defo nicer than others)

Owns a Tsurak and a Ikran ("best meta ever" he says)

had begun traveling a few months after completing Iknimaya

face tattoos emulate signature mask look, has other tattoos across his body that represent his adventures

JAIDEN - Aranahe Clan

this clan is full of artists so i thought it was fitting (i also think jaiden would love the Kinglors)

is studying to be a Tiretu

spends most time weaving, painting, and dyeing (she's an expert frfr)

loves to help decorate tribal tents

has multiple Kinglors that just hang around

mostly a pacifist but can fight if needed

prefers purple or red face paint but experiments w/ different colors

has a very rebellious adopted son named Bobby (loves him to absolute death)

has a small, yet special place just outside village where she spends time with Bobby (personally, i think its a cave on a nearby mountain that looks over the sunset)

(cave is also definitely covered in different paintings and sculptures)

MISSA - Anurai Clan

skeleton man deserves to live in a tribe connected to the bone sanctuary

still very much wet cat vibes

has a son named Chayanne

used to have a mate but died during childbirth

has a Nantang that follows either him or Chayanne everywhere

total pacifist, truly is not a fighter at heart

specializes in crafting musical bones

likes to sing and play music (he goes hard during celebrations and rituals, best believe)

the RDA did his tribe very wrong, but he still likes to believe there is good in everyone he meets

[avioxi]

[All Seeing Eyes Hermitcraft AU]

TRIGGER WARNINGS IN TAGS

Chapter I: No Sweeter Taste Than That of Bitter Liberation

Grian had done it.

Escape.

Sure it was insane, and sure he hadn’t technically fully escaped, but damn, he was close.

And now he was being chased.

The moon hung high as storm clouds gathered. He could hear wingbeats behind him. The yells of guards shouting orders at each other, chasing him. The watcher felt his heart pumping, his white wings rapidly beating, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He spotted the clearing, he was so close.

He dived quickly, as he had practiced for so long, and sharply veered left, carefully dodging shrubs and tree trunks, the foliage helping hide the bird.

Grian just had to fly. Just keep flying.

Thunder boomed overhead. Good, the guards can’t fly in the rain well. Nor see very well either. Once the storm started they’d have to return.

The watcher felt triumphant. He’d escaped. After so long he’d gotten out. It wasn’t without sacrifice, of course, but totally worth it. He could feel the discomfort in his leg from jumping from a ledge and landing wrong, and the hot stinging pain all across his body of sword slashes. It didn’t matter though, he was out.

It wasn’t the first escape attempt.

He couldn’t help but be reminded of last time.

This time was different.

He was out.

Free.

Grian couldn’t help but to smile. The joy didn’t last for long though.

Rain began to patter down, then with a flash of lightning it was pouring. His wings struggled to keep up in the wet. Sure the guards couldn’t fly in this downpour, but neither could he. The thunder and lightning intensified. Crackling and booming, vibrating the air.

Suddenly within a sharp change in gust, he was thrown off. The bird panicked, trying to realign his wings. The trees were rapidly approaching.

Crash!

It was too late.

-

Sunshine filtered through the leaves. Scar found it much better than the storms that racked the trail they had to travel the previous night. The air damp from morning dew, and birds chirped in the trees.

The vex looked at his companion. The companion who of which was also a vex, and that vex had been driving the wagon all night, and looked rather exhausted.

“The sun feels nice,” Cub commented, putting Scar’s thoughts into voice for him, “Trail’s all muddy ahead though. We’ll have to make camp.”

Scar chuckled, smiling to his large gray and white feline sleeping in the back of the covered wagon, “I’m sure Jellie would be pleased to be out of the wagon. Plus the horses would probably want to rest as well. You too.”

Cub rolled his eyes, smirking, “I’m fine, man. Think what you want.”

Scar and Cub had been traveling for a while now, visiting city after city, selling goods from their wagons.

The caravan consisted of three horses, used to be four but one was sold after running into trouble with a group in one of the cities, a covered wagon, which helped house most of living supplies and revenue gained from the endeavors, and a smaller wagon used to carry the products, which consisted of nothing consistent whatsoever, as they sold whatever they had and whatever makes money.

The business Convex was a great idea.

The two vexes, a mountain feline, and three horses. Yeah that’s a totally normal group.

As the wagon halted to a stop in a clearing close to the trail, Scar hopped out, stretching. His mechanical fitted legs whirring as he moved. It wasn’t an annoying sound, of course, but they for some reason needed to buzz every morning.

He hummed a playful tune as he set up the camp with Cub, helping assemble the tents, and grabbing dry sticks out of the wagon to start a fire for breakfast.

Scar admired the clearing, lined with beautiful pines, patches of lavender and poppies scattered throughout the edges. Songbirds tweeted and flew from branch to branch.It really was pretty, wasn’t it?

He stiffened at a crow's warning call. The sound of rustling came from within the woods. Of course peace was disrupted.

“Cub,” he shout-whispered, “there’s something in the trees.”

His friend stared at him, “I’ll grab your bow,” Cub murmured. The group had run into various thieves and creatures in their time of these journeys. Once they had a dragon who had ambushed their camp while they were unprepared, and burned and stole more than half of their stock, and left Scar with some nasty, well, scars.

Not that he didn't have a bunch already.

Thieves were also a big issue with the amount of attention Convex’s wagons receive, and not much guard the rich would have. Numerous times they’ve been raided. Luckily, over time they’ve gotten more skilled and ready for these raids.

His fellow vex quickly made his way to the wagon, and tossed the bow to Scar. It was a nicely crafted thing, honestly. Built with walnut, and laced throughout with vex crystal. His hands naturally fell into place as he raised it. Ready for any beast or foe to exit the brush.

Suddenly, a ragged avian appeared, looking rather half dazed. His wings seemed to be one of a mockingbird. His dusty blonde hair and gray feathers caked with mud, and my gods, is that blood? Poor guy.

Scar lowered his bow. The avian stared up at him, looking honestly terrified, and tried to scrabble away, but his leg gave out from under him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” Scar soothed, “I’m not gonna shoot you.”

Trembling, the bird eyed him with uncertainty. He looked so defeated.

Scar tossed his bow to the ground as a show of peace, and took a step away. He glanced back at Cub and gestured him forward. He needed to show that they didn’t intend to hurt him.

The vex lowered himself to a crouch, “Hello there. I’m Scar. We don’t want to hurt you, alright? No harm intended whatsoever. So, to start with, what’s your name?”

He noticed the scar that traveled up his face, slashing into his eye, which was foggy.

He’s half blind, Scar thought, no wonder he’s so wary. Plus, looks like he’s been through something rough.

The avian slightly relaxed, still tense though.

“I’m Grian,” he hesitated, “sorry for stumbling into your camp. I would leave but..” He gestured hopelessly to his leg, “can’t exactly do that right now.”

Scar looked at Cub, then looked back at Grian. An idea forming.

“We could help,” Scar offered, “Cub knows healing, and if you have nowhere to go, we’re heading toward somewhere you can stay. Right, Cub?”

Cub hesitantly nodded, giving Scar the eye. Which clearly indicated Scar would receive a firm talking to later, not that it mattered, he never listened.

Grian looked at the two, and seemed like he was considering it.

Eventually, he sighed, “I suppose. It’s not like I’ve got very good chances out in the wild like this anyways.”

Scar rushed forward to help the mockingbird up, but stopped when Grian flinched away.

“I’ve got it,” he muttered, attempting to get up, “I can- hrng- handle it”

His eyes were so very glazed with pure pain as he limped to cloth that was laid out to eat on earlier, now given a much more important purpose. He collapsed onto the fabric, clearly trying to stifle a groan of discomfort.

Now that Scar was able to fully observe the bird, his heart almost broke for how ragged he was. His hair knotted and unkempt, caked with mud. His face and skin dusty and dirty, oozing not quite dry scabs covering him. One wing twisted at a clearly uncomfortable angle, and it seemed to be broken. His feathers were all ruffled into different directions, several were damaged and broke off.

This man was truly the embodiment of disheveled.

Scar couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him.

-

Grian couldn’t believe what had happened.

How could he crash?

At least he hadn’t been captured but now he was surrounded by two complete strangers who were both readily able to attack him until they saw how pathetic he was.

Now it was around the height of the day, the dew had far lifted. He looked to the two vexes who had taken him in.

Scar, the one who was initially going to shoot him and then immediately offered sanctuary, was rather happy looking, and seemed to be getting scolded by Cub as of right now. The happy go lucky vex had dark brown hair, which at the moment was pulled back into a low bun, stunning green eyes, and everywhere where any skin showed, there were scars visible.

As for his friend, Cub wore a dark cloak, which had rather pretty pale blue-gray highlights, had black hair, and was currently glaring at Scar. Clearly he didn’t exactly agree with Scar’s idea to take in a complete and utter stranger. Grian didn’t blame him

Grian sat, absentmindedly picking at a scab that had formed on the back of his hand. He ultimately decided that he might as well travel with this bizarre band to their destination. If they let him stay, that is.

 He would fare better with companions rather than alone.

Cub had put ointments and bandages onto the worse wounds, and built a makeshift splint out of materials they had at hand.

Oh gods, his head hurted. The crash had been rough. Grian had been knocked unconscious for the night, covered him in even more scratches and bruises, and severely damaged his wing. His hollow bones were so fragile, so he wasn't completely shocked.

Many times growing up he was injured, considering he had often played too rough, or would fall from trees, or would get distracted and miss the landing. But this one was a tad bit more rough than the childhood injuries.

Grian attempted to stretch his wings out, to test how much it would agonize him. He immediately felt a spasm of pain flow throughout his wings and body. Yeah, can't do that.

He grunted with pain as he brought them back in, bits of dirt and dried mud falling off of his feathers. Grian glanced back at them. Gods, they were so filthy. It’d take ages to preen, though he couldn’t do that right now.

“Too sore,” he muttered to himself. He pricked out a broken feather to admire his new plumage. Admittedly, he was shocked he had been able to shift so quickly. Grian seemed to have changed into a mockingbird.

Huh.

Grian was pulled from his thoughts as he noticed a rather large feline eyeballing him from behind the wagon. It’s tail twitching back and forth.

He felt panic rise. He wouldn’t be able to run or fly, and cats seemed to think birds were a great snack.

“Hey guys- come help,” he squawked panickedly, frozen in place, “I seem to have an issue!”

The two companions hurried over, both wielding weapons, ready for attack. But both immediately became just unconcerned.

Cub huffed and rolled his eyes, “That’s just Jellie.”

Scar was giggling, petting the feline, “Why hello Jellie! You’re scaring our new friend!”

She rolled onto her back, purring loudly. Grian stared incredulously at the vex who was now rubbing the giant cat's belly and making baby noises.

Scar turned his head towards Grian, still chuckling.

“She’s friendly!”

Grian had a hard time believing that.

Cub cleared his throat, gesturing towards the camp, “So, Grian. I understand you’ll be traveling with us, correct?”

The avian nodded, and Cub continued, “Luckily, we are only a few days' journey away from our destination. We should be able to make ground again in the morning.”

Scar looked up from petting Jellie as she got up and prowled away. He was grinning.

“So you’re joining us?”

Grian sighed, “I suppose so.”

Scar’s green eyes shone, his grin widening.

“And so the journey begins!”

[barrenclan]

Got another music for ya!! It never ends.

This song feels very Patfwcore. I can't think of anything to connect it to except barrenclan as a whole. Especially when it gets towards the end of the song.

Maddy, I will always treasure your music. I agree with you, too, I like the empty and sort of lost feeling this song has. It fits BarrenClan well.

"I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a river that is all dried up I'm an ocean nothing floats on I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in"

"I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run I'm a preacher with no pulpit Spewing a sermon that goes on and on"

(repairs my wall again and quietly sets up an enormous trap door directly beneath the spot you landed)

This is totally a Deepdark song! Anything about a man leading people into destruction with a smile and salvation is always Deepdarkcore.

"A beast in the business of selling forgiveness dead eyes on a treacherous grin And he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night he’s the left hand of God on the stage And with one hand he offers salvation to lovers the other it taketh away"

"So give me your fire give me your fear give me your faith when love gives you tears Give me your heart give me your fate give me your hand when love gives you hate"

Actually, I already agree with you! :) That song is currently on the PATFW playlist.

Okey dokey <3

"Who knows how some people turn to strange ones

Is it up to me to make them into dead ones

(Here we go again)"

"How do I meet the strangest men

They always seem to find me"

Oh, sure! That's always a good song for anger as well as sadness for someone who's died.

"Why should I have a heavy heart? Why should I start to break in pieces? Why should I go and fall apart for you?"

"Why should I play the grieving girl and Lie saying that I miss you And that my world has gone dark without your light I will sing no requiem tonight"

Nice! Been awhile since I've had a Thrasher song suggestion. This is definitely the sort of thing he would teach his kids, Cormorantpaw especially.

"Never say what you really feel Why make a choice when it's safer just to make a deal? Stay away from what causes a stir or offends Keep your heart silent, don't dispute And if it turns violent, make sure you know who to shoot And eventually every relationship ends So throw out your baby and murder your friends"

Two Brand New songs! Must be popular. Hm... I think it could fit Cormorantpaw okay, but there is another character that'd be better, though I think it's too spoilery to name them.

"A deer that a hunter shot in the heart Some dogs that got hit by cars All came to spill their guts"

"I'm slowly bringing you down from the Heavenly gates Now I'm drowning in the flood I made Well explain myself to me on the other side I'll watch from Heaven when I die"

Love a good song about going insane in the desert.

"I won’t stop to drop to draw A line in the sand ‘Cause I’ll be picked apart To pieces by coyotes"

"I might be the brain of evil Bad things happen to good people Good things happen to me"

Ahh, yes! Rainhaze feels very powerless right now, and perhaps like he's just following to his death because he can't find the energy to get out of it.

"Chop, chop, don't want to be late Lift up and carry your weight You've got no choice but to dance In a spiral of ants"

"You can't remember where you came from (In a spiral of ants) You can't remember where you're going (In a spiral of ants)"

"Now, now, don't run out of breath Don't feel surrounded by death, no Take the wheel, this could be your chance"

It's funny, one of the first ever posts I made on this blog was a drawing of Cormorantpaw with that song. Doesn't mean it can't also be Rainhaze!

"Wake from the scar, still feelin' sick Where did it get started? Where, oh, where did this come from? Oh my God, my head's a gun"

[toxycodone]

Rari facts:

- is 6'6"

- wolf like with his animal features. great hearing, great sense of smell

- ranger by trade. excellent at finding and disarmind traps, long-range reconnaissance and cqc. hires himself out to adventurers or whoever pays him more. a little morally bankrupt lol

- voracious eater. carnivore.

- soft fur, looks like an alexander's archipelago wolf.

- preferred weapon is two marlin spikes. usually, they're used to help tie knots on ships with huge ropes, but rari likes to use them to stab people + they fit into his boots

- gets overloaded sensory-wise pretty easily, which is why he's so good at tracking people.

- from a village high in the eastern mountains. [cynocephali were said to live in india!]

- he's got a sheath and a knot. good for him.

- pretty stocky build. lots of scars from previous jobs.

views on the party:

laios: finds him adorable. likes messing with him.

marcille: too much of an egghead for him. tbh he thinks she talks too much

chilchuck: kindred spirits to the end. similar professions, both haters. one is just more of a homosexual who loves attention [rari its rari]

senshi: he finds senshi calming. reminds him of the older cyno in his village.

izutsumi: cat 🖕 but respects her combat style

any more questions about rari or even things you think would be cool to add to rari's thing would be appreciated [but not required] 🙏🙏🙏

HeroForge link to Rari for the curious anons who wanted to see him: https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D47399064/

HE IS. SO COOL.

man fuck him teasing Laios in the hot spring I’m kicking that man aside BC IM TRYNA GET AT THAT KNOT FIRST.

Okay also I need you to know I’m on a deep dive on Alexander archipelago wolves because oh my god? An entirely separate sub species of grey wolf is CRAZY I’ve never heard of them

But also I think…for the sake of story

He and Laios TOTALLY need to have some sort of like. Serious talk because I’m sure Laios’s interest in him is cute at first but it quickly gets really fucking annoying

And this is mainly because Laios is like Rari = Dog and equates that WAY too much. Like 💀 even despite Kuro being a whole ass adventurer and a fully fledged member of Kabru’s party Laios still refers to him as dog. Still thinks of Izutsumi as “cat”

I need Rari to smack a little sense into him and be like. Yes I’m a Demi human NO I AM NOT A PET.

Laios just gets too excited IG IDK I JUST. Think about that.

Also….have u considered maybe a little bandana on Rari’s head…like a sailor…….🥺. And maybe some rope as a secondary item for his spikes can work too? May be useful for tying knots to create lassos and such to access high places/escape traps/etc.

(Also wtf I am. Going to use hero forge this is crazy awesome???)

[iknowiknowiknowtheend]

sandbox talkies time if anyone’s interested

grian elytrian. mans can fly, but he has less health and can only wear “light armor” (gold/chainmail/leather). can boost into air.

scar vex. SIMILAR…. to phantom origin. except he can’t just go into the ground or into a mountain. that would be cheating. so he can go through specifically walls. cant go through things more than three/four blocks thick. so if you have a little hidey hole under ur base and it’s only hidden under one layer of dirt- he can find that. if you put it ten blocks down however, he cannot. unless he gets lucky and finds ur ladder. he’s a glass canon, he hits hard sure but if you hit him back it hurts about as much. he would not want to get into fights early game. later game though? if he’s got the armor!

PEARL. MOON THING. toggleable slow falling. can boost into air like elytrian, but cannot fly. weaker underground- she need the sky :(. she’s slower in the day but regular speed at night. she hassss. probably like two hearts extra health.

ETHO KITTY. yay. WITH THE KITTY ORIGIN CREEPERS FEAR YOU!!!! a creeper wouldnt DARE drop on his pretty kitty head. feather falling 1 or 2. slowed in water (includes rain). he also has better hearing- t’s not really a game advantage it’s just sneaky etho things u you know how it is.

GLARE BDUBS. you can get closer to mobs without them attacking you! they tolerate you more than the typical player. FREE NIGHT VISION!!! yippee. you have less health though, L.

ZOMBIE CLEO. ZOMBIES ARE HER FRIENDS!!!!! she has to wear a hat or she’ll burn in the daylight. take that, no hat rule!! poor saturation/ heals slower. that’s what happens when ur dead.

CHICKEN TIM CHICKEN TIM. what is it originally called? avian? whatevr. look he can slow fall, gets speed two, and he can boost into the air but he cannot fly (similar to Pearl). he’s not vegan though. it’s not totally like the original origins this shit is custom.

BLAZE TANGO. immune to fire/lava, and occasionally will set opponents on fire. he has blast resistance and can light fires with his bare hands. he is immune to potion effects. STAY AWAY FROM WATER AT ALL COSTS.

ENDERSKIZZ. bro is tall as shit. MOBS FEAR HIM ! ^-^ he can teleport, and he has double health! however only leather armor can be tailored to fit him he’s That Tall. sad! bro can silk touch anything he wants as long as he’s patient enough to mine it. ALSO STAY AWAY FROM WATER AT ALL COSTS.

WITHERSKELLYIMP. gives opponents wither effect like.. either 40/60 percent of the time haven’t decided yet. he is immune to potion effects, also fire. he cannot grow crops. Sadge. he has less health.

spiderjoel. he will climb ur walls. he will spit webs at you. he takes more fall damage. he’s slowed in water. he has less health because he’s a squishy little spider.

I haven’t gotten the others yet it’ll probably take another long ass car ride before I get enough thoughts for that.

[myroslaw]

🌍 Mapping 13 Countries Inside Ukraine 🇺🇦: A Fascinating Thought Experiment! 🌍

Ever wondered how big Ukraine really is? Let's play a game of geopolitical Tetris! 🎮 📍 Countries Inside Ukraine's Borders 📍

🇦🇱 Albania finds its place in the Northwest, specifically in Volhynia.

Historical Note: Like Ukraine, Albania also struggled for its independence and faced various invasions.

2. 🇨🇿 Czechia snugly fits in the West, in the regions of Galicia-Podolia.

Did You Know?: Both the Czech Republic and Ukraine are Slavic countries with historical ties that span over a thousand years. They have shared moments of solidarity, especially during the Velvet Revolution and Ukraine's own struggle for democracy. The Czech civil society has often been supportive of Ukraine's European aspirations, and both nations have a rich folklore tradition.

3. 🇸🇮 Slovenia nestles in the Southwest, in Transcarpathia.

Cultural Insight: Slovenia and Ukraine share a love for mountainous landscapes.

4. 🇦🇹 Austria takes its spot in the North, covering areas like Polesia, Kyiv, and Siveria. Historical Insight: the Austrian Empire once controlled the region of Galicia, which is now part of modern-day Ukraine. The Austrian rule has left a lasting impact on the culture and architecture of the region.

5. 🇸🇰 Slovakia finds its home right in the Center of Ukraine.

Historical Ties: Slovakia and Ukraine share a border and have a complex history of interaction.

6. 🇷🇸 Serbia is located in the Black Sea Coast and Zaporizhzhia region.

Conflict Legacy and External Influence: Both countries have recent histories of conflict and are still dealing with its aftermath. Russia often leverages shared historical narratives to influence Serbian politics, further complicating Serbia's geopolitical stance.

7. 🇲🇪 Montenegro fits into Southern Bessarabia/Budjak.

Tourism Angle: Montenegro is a tourism gem, something Ukraine is aspiring to become.

8-9. 🇨🇾 Cyprus and 🇹🇷 Northern Cyprus share the southern part of Kherson region.

Political Intrigue: The division of Cyprus into two entities echoes Ukraine's own territorial issues.

10. 🇭🇺 Hungary is situated in the East, covering Poltava region and Sloboda Ukraine.

Historical and Current Ties: Hungary ruled over Transcarpathia for centuries, a region primarily inhabited by Ukrainians. During its rule, Hungary implemented policies aimed at assimilating the local population. Even today, Hungarian politicians occasionally make territorial claims against Ukraine and other neighboring countries.

11-12. 🇮🇱 Israel and 🇵🇸 Palestine are located in the Azov Sea region.

Historical Trauma: Prior to World War II, Ukraine had one of the largest Jewish populations in the world. In many cities, Jews made up between 20% to 50% of the population. Tragically, most were exterminated by German Nazis during the Holocaust, with estimates suggesting that around 1.5 million Ukrainian Jews were killed.

13. 🇦🇲 Armenia finds its place in Crimea.

Historical Trauma: Both Ukraine and Armenia have faced historical tragedies, including genocides and wars.

📊 By the Numbers 📊

Total Area: 511,000 km² (That's 92,000 km² less than Ukraine! Enough room left for Switzerland and Denmark 🇨🇭🇩🇰)

Population: 66.1 million (That's 42% more than Ukraine! 🤯)

Wealth: Only Austria 🇦🇹 and Israel 🇮🇱 are considered wealthy. The rest range from average to poor.

GDP: A staggering $1.9 trillion (nominal) and $2.8 trillion (PPP), which is 9 times Ukraine's GDP pre-Russian invasion. 💰

🤔 What Does This All Mean? 🤔

All these countries have faced historical challenges similar to Ukraine, especially the scars left by the World Wars. Yet, their paths have diverged significantly, leading to different economic and social outcomes.

💬 Your Thoughts? 💬

What do you think led to such drastic differences? Share your thoughts, theories, or even personal stories related to these countries.

[girl-with-goats]

Interview Music Tag Game

RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren't any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)

Thanks @felixantares for the tag, this was fun and also some songs fit in quite unexpectedly.

(Some of them fit too well.)

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

The callous skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labor – Paris Paloma, Labour

2. What kind of Virgo are you?

I got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms – Gigi d'Agostino, The Riddle

3. You're visiting your favorite spot. What are you thinking about?

The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday With shadows floating over The scars began to fade – Linkin Park, Final Masquerade

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

Ahhh, my first song here had no lyrics, but it would totally fit into my life soundtrack – Riopy, I Love You.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red A lion still has claws Mine are long and sharp, my lord As long and sharp as yours – The Rains of Castamere

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

Kom deg hjem – No.4, Lite og stort (Tr. "Come back home" – yes, I do have songs in Norwegian on my playlist)

6. What would you say about your best friends?

I heard them calling in the distance So I packed my things and ran Far away from all the trouble I had caused with my two hands Alone we traveled on with nothing but a shadow We fled far away – Of Monsters and Men, Mountain Sound

*nods*

7. Think back to when you had everything figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

I'm dreamin' in colours, of getting the chance Dreamin' of trying the perfect romance The search of the door to open your mind In search of the cure of mankind – Within Temptation, Utopia

I–

Well, actually it was a song I considered my motto throughout high school. I even had them play it for me when I got my diploma when I was graduating!!!!!

BUT HOW DOES SPOTIFY KNOW IT

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY

8. Describe your aesthetic now.

I will kindly watch you sleep And I find out that your eyes are open I hide other pieces that you never would have liked If you knew about them So I hide my children – Aurora, In bottles

OUCH.

9. What's a lyric that they'll quote in your eulogy?

Though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore – Of Monsters and Men, Little Talks

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

Jesteś dzikim wiatrem, który porwał mnie jak wątły liść, Nie ma mowy stawić czoła mu. Jesteś ogniem, który trawi serce, umysł, noce, dni, Nie ma mowy stawić czoła mu. I nie mogę w nocy spać, opętany każdy nerw I pijana każda myśl, odurzony każdy dzień. Z narkotycznego snu Spadam w studnię bez dna, W narkotyczny sen bez dna. – Turbo, Serce na stos

OH DEAR.

So this one is in Polish:

You're a wild wind that swept me up like a frail leaf, There is no way to face it. You're the fire that consumes the heart, mind, nights, days, There is no way to face it. And I can not sleep at night, every nerve obsessed, and every thought drunk, drugged every day. From the narcotic sleep I'm falling into a well with no bottom, into a narcotic dream with no bottom.

Tagging @sandervansunshine @nanneramma @tracingpatternswrites 🥰

[occasionally-victor]

Last life and by a lot ahahha (not really, but i just don't brainrot others as much as i do LL) (it's Last life > Lim life > 3rd Life and i haven't watched DL at all besides Pearls 1st ep sorry the vibes were just not for me. maybe someday)

It was my first life series i watched live (I watched all povs back then tee hee) and it literally kinda cured me out of ~4 year artblock (hopium it will do it again /hj).

I was just rewatching it (it took me 2 weeks and i nearly finished. yes i rn watching nearly all povs - 122 vids in total) and lord the vibes of it.

I love the feeling of despair that Last life reeks of (and made me feel ahah). I love Boogeyman mechanic. I love enforced Red and Non-Red separation (it added to that despair). I love all the funny bits (the Aha jokes and the Finding diamonds bit are even funnier after 20th time, truly. And that's just the one that i love the most, there's so much more). I love the alliances of Last life and how nearly all of them gone to shit for one tragic reason or another (Southlands and Fairy Fort are my favourite trainwrecks god bles, team BEST was also doomed from start tbh, Scottage/3 G's are fine, and rip Magical Mountain lmao).

While i love the ending of Lim Life the most, i find the ending of Last Life very fitting to it, something something "go out with a whimper, not with a blast" it's a thing for another post i will probably never do.

Last life also contains storylines and relationships i very much brainrot over, or atleast they are to my taste. I love Cleo&BigB (the whole betrayal thing, the way it affected the Fairy fort alliance, Cleo getting revenge in the end- Cleo still doesn't trust him even in Lim Life!!! WHY THERE'S SO LITTLE CONTENT OF THEM GOOD LORD I BARELY SEEN ANY WHAT THE F-). I love Grian&Mumbo (as if it wasn't obvious from yknow. All the posts and a music playlist i made AND ALREADY HAVE MORE SONGS TO ADD INTO. They are best friends. At times it felt like the world itself weren't wanting them to be on the same team insert that one Martyn's quote from the end of his 6th ep I'm not searching for it now. They had a very painful break up. They both destroyed something of the other Mutually Assured Destruction. The love was there, but it didn't save them, or one of them ig. They make me insane btw). I love Etho&Bdubs (not my main brainrot, but lord almighty them). I love Scar (lonely bitch <3, kinda brought in on himself tho) and i love Martyn (he's a lot to unpack and I'm not doing it at 1 am.)

yes i used this post as an opportunity to brainrot because i nearly finished rewatching Last Life and i needed to Voice My Thoughts.

because i'm SO curious...

[ithymedit]

there's reds in EVERY alliance. a dent in everyone's armor.

The original, Joel; An alliance with Scar for only an episode, but still lives under him.

Grian, now red, split apart from the Southeners.

Cleo, also red, split from the Fairy/Castle alliance.

Bdubs, also also red, though will probably stay with B.E.S.T especially if one of them gives up a soul for him.

Not to mention, if all of them join together, they would have the sum total of all knowledge of the alliances and secrets that are in each alliance. The loners, by that I mean Scar, will be the safest since he hasn't shown anyone any vulnerability to anyone and has *7 lives*.

The only totally safe and intact alliance is between Scott and Pearl. AND THEYVE GOT CLEO'S SUPPLIES OF SAND, GUNPOWDER, AND SUGARCANE.

I'm betting next week that Grian, Joel, and Cleo are going to team up, while Bdubs gets his place back in B.E.S.T or shall I say, E.S.T.

The fact that the Grian (the one managed somewhat traps), Joel (made many failed traps but managed to bring Cleo down), and Cleo (heart full of anger and spute) are the *red lives* of the server??? Chaos is going to ensue next week, just you wait.

In the meanwhile, sweet baby boy Bdubs will probably be fine. He's great. I hope he stays with E.S.T... boy doesn't fit in with the other reds. Though he is similarly chaotic. Actually necermind, he does fit in with the other reds.

Is it coincidence that the most chaotic and threatening of the server are the first reds? Probably. BUT STILL.

between all of this I expect Scar to swindle more souls and become the top dog. But in any case:

CHAOS SCAR SUPREMACY!!!!!

nothing less for the Wizard of Magical Mountain. Godbless him.

[limelocked]

every single 3rdlife member, some of which i had to update from last week due to some unexpected deaths and skin changes of which only skizzs was taken into acount because its the only cool one

click for quality i guess and send me validation via reblogs if you want

some notes:

every member has on their right wrist a tattoo that indicates what life they’re on, some people cover it up and accidentally forget what color they are or just dont notice because its become too much part of the usual

scott and jimmy share flowers between scotts tail and jimmys flowercrown, if there were more hobbits i would give them flowers too

scar has prostetic legs and vex wings, two things that are exceptionally hard to draw from memory but two things that got me out of the funk that licked me out of finishing scars drawing and by extention the whole lineup, he and grian share a lil patch for monopoly mountain that will change the secont they get a canon banner design

cleo and bdubs are the only ones who are totally part of team crastle and i gave them both hip bags to tie them together, impulse also had one but on the wrong side due to his twofaced nature, tango is there because he didnt fit in anywhere else and because he used to have a good relationship with the crastle before the fireing squad

bdubs’ arms are lava from his most recent death and tangos outfit is inspired by a japanese jinbei and a haori on top, a yellow heart where he got shot

all the vassals of the red army wear the banner design somewhere on their design; skizz as his tie, joel on his back, etho and bigb as patches on their jackets. ren and martyn doesnt because i didnt think of the idea until later and martyns pallet doesnt fit with the banner

scott and martyn are blatantly fae, their legs are thin as twigs but theyre not human so dont worry about it

etho.... i watched a lot of videos on samurai armour to get this outfit right and in general researching traditional japanese clothes just so i could get two out of the three naruto motherfuckers out of their cosplay. he has the hakama at knee height for ease of movment and the kimonos sleeves are tied up to not interfere with any redstone, same to why he has rolled up the sleeves on his haori jacket

skizz is a furry

its also a coincidence that skizz and joel who both have endermen parts in their designs ended up next to each other, i just merely put the red army in the order i judged them to have become part of the team in

martyn and bigb have their diamond swords from the day 1 fact, grian does not. is this a choice? who knows

oh yeah and the original idea was for all three naruto men to be kitsune to some extent, martyn being like Less of a furry because he’s better at hiding the fact that he’s a weeb from mc skin alone, then that fell thru but im still happy with etho and tangos designs

[acatalystrising]

GGGAAAAHHHH ZWEI OH MY GOD

I FINALLY have time to give this chapter the dissertation it deserves, because oh. My. God. It really does!

I will never get over how well you write Boba. You capture the duality of his strength and brokenness so well, and it’s so evident in this chapter. He’s so three dimensional and human. I always have seen Boba in a multifaceted light, and you totally capture that! So, for the dissertation…here we go!

For starters, THIS!

Heat is radiating off him so hot you can feel it, like a star burning itself into creation. The primal rawness of his desire, its baseness, permeates into your skin and makes his feverish desire become your own. You can’t deny him, not when it feels like his scalding becoming will remake you anew, too.

I am SUCH a sucker for the rebirth themes in Boba’s story, especially in TBOBF. It was one of the many reasons why I adore Daimyo Boba. And good grief you totally hit the nail on the head!

Plus, Boba is SUCH a daddy. Like good lordddd just imaging him with that husky voice bending me to his will and treating me like his little princess, I just gjtheidjcbtntoeodhghtbrbrbrdb

And THIS?!?

You feel like you’re in the middle of a supernova, melting into his star; your every thought runs into the next and sensations bleed into one another—you’re totally lost to the pleasure of the moment.

Ohhhh looorrrtttt. Sign. Me. Up! Boba being described as a star is my new favorite weakness. Such excellent writing!

But this next part? It literally made me cry.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him close, breathing in his scent feeling the beat of his heart against your own. Who knew love could be like this? Powerful and sweet; intense, yet soft. Unplanned but perfectly balanced.  

Both reader and Boba know loneliness. They know being misunderstood and how to shoulder their own burdens. To find safety in each other??!?? UGHHH MY HEART IS MELTING! Absolutely melting. I cried, Zwei. Literally cried. This is beyond moving and beautiful!

And this next part???

You’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fits snug across his broad chest. As good as he looks though, it’s all overshadowed by the slump in his proud shoulders, the darkness shadowed under his deep eyes, and the weariness creased in his face. He manages a tired smile when he sees you. “Hey, princess.”

Relief rolls through you when you see him whole and breathing on your doorstep. Wrapping your arms around his thick frame, you just hold him close for a moment. He sags just the slightest bit under your touch, leaning into you and inhaling in your scent. You would carry the weight of a mountain for him if it meant he could find some solace in your arms. “Let’s get you to bed, professor,” you whisper with a chaste kiss on his lips.

Making Boba Fett so human is why I love this fic so much. Well, one of the many reasons. Boba is so often written off as a “cool brute” character with no personality, but you truly understand his heart and trauma. It’s so evident here! Just makes me want to hug him and never let go! 🥹

Also we all know Boba has nightmares. Given everything he’s been though? The man is haunted by so much and genuinely believes he deserves them. To have someone come and love him anyway, to show him he’s deserving of that love, is the most precious thing!

And reader’s thoughts on him?? Oh my goodd 😭

You are not alone Boba Fett, you care for me and I care for you. Your strength is commendable, impossible even, but that is not what binds me to you. No, it is your heart, that thing you claim is just a scarred-over place between your ribs. I will hold it close to mine, protect it in my own chest as you clear the past out of the spot where yours belongs. There is no rush, no time too long for me, my love. You are mine and I am yours.

OHMYGODD I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO-

Ugh, I lost it, this is SO GOOD! So beautifully written, portraying a soul seeing Boba for all he really is - someone he absolutely deserves. (Even though he’d say otherwise lol) this is beyond sweet!

And finally, THIS. This right here.

You aren’t sure if Boba is even still awake until you feel his lips move against your collarbone in a hushed tone. “I love you.”

I. Am. A. Melted. Puddle.

Oh, to be snuggling with Boba and to have him tell me he loves me…

Zwei, this story has so quickly become my favorite, and I am so grateful you wanted to share it with us all! I have loved every word, and can’t wait to see what comes next in volume two 👀

Because I didn’t know how much I needed Dom!Boba in my life, and I cannot see him any other way now! (Not that I did for staters lol!) He’s the perfect blend of commanding and soft, and HNNNGGG it does things to meeeeeee 🫠

You are such a talented writer, and those of us in our lovely Boba Brainrot corner are forever grateful that you wished to use your talent to give our favorite green tin can man the love he deserves! 💚🖤

EX LIBRIS V

PART V: PREFACE

—Professor!Boba Fett x F!Librarian!Reader

—Series Rating: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—Part Summary: You make sure Professor Fett knows just how much he means to you.

—Word Count: 8.6k

—Tags & Warnings: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, age gap (reader is mid-twenties, Boba is late forties), reader described as having enough hair to grab, little bit of Mando'a used (translations at the end), dom/sub power dynamics, bdsm elements, dom!Boba, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl) (also I’ve decided this AU includes safe, effective birth control since we’re fantasizing anyways), use of restraints (reader's hands are bound), creampie, lots of petnames, praise kink, dirty talk, choking, use of a vibrator, pussy spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tiniest bit of breeding kink, Daddy kink 🤭, lil bit of angst when Boba has some bad dreams

We've got some new chapter warnings this time, so be sure to mind them. As always, let me know if I missed anything that needs to be tagged!

—Author's Notes: We're back baybee and better than ever! Part V will conclude Volume I of Ex Libris, but fear not: your fav professor/librarian duo will be back for more sexy escapades (and fEeLiNgS) in the future in Volume 2 💚🖤

A big thank you to @agirlnamejacq and @rexxdjarin for betaing this series, and thank you my beautiful readers for your all support and feedback 💖

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Boba Fett is a man of exquisite extremes: a simple man when it comes to himself, his personal effects minimal but well made, but quite the opposite when it comes to you. After he had a taste of spoiling you rotten on your date to the poppy fields, he couldn’t get enough, no matter how many times you told him he didn’t have to spend any money on you. You so much as glanced at something for too long and you’d find it tucked away somewhere for you to find, wrapped in a ribbon. You didn’t mind, not one bit, but you don’t want him to think that he had to keep doing it to keep you happy—just him by himself is enough to last you till the end of your days.

“Boba, you don’t have to keep doing this, really, I-”

“Princess, what’s the point of all my money sitting in the bank if I can’t spend it how I like?”

“But… I love you without all that.”

“I know you do, cyar’ika, I know. Now that we’ve got that established, let me spoil you like I want to, like you deserve.”

You gave in willingly after that conversation, allowing him to buy you all the little trinkets and sparkly jewelry your heart desired. One of his favorite things to do, you’d found, was to tuck his black credit card in your purse and send you to the mall with Selena, placing a kiss on your forehead and a slap on the ass as you went out the door. In return, you’d put on a little fashion show for him when you returned, ending with you in whatever risque lingerie you purchased for him to rip off and devour you whole. 

You currently have on one of the sets he hadn’t gotten the chance to tear off your body, a blush rose pair of elegant satin and lace that’s delightfully comfortable and smooth against your skin. As you consider your dress choices for the evening ahead, you can feel the way Boba is admiring you from across his bedroom while he’s buttoning up his cream-colored shirt. “Which one do you think,” you ask, turning and holding up the two choices, “the green or the blue one?”

Adjusting his collar down flat with practiced skill, he smirks. “Which one will be easier to get into later tonight?”

Even after all the filth that’s come out of his mouth, his flirting can still make you flush like a schoolgirl. “Boba!”

“What?” he shrugs with a rakish smile, “I’m asking for… research purposes.”

You can’t help but laugh, the man did have a sense of humor when he wanted to. “Well if you bend me over and pull them up, they should be about the same,” you respond, biting your lip and wiggling your eyebrows. You picked these dresses precisely because they provided easy access: what Boba doesn’t yet know is that you have a little surprise that has nothing to do with your dress, and everything to do with him. 

He crosses the room in a few strides and stops in front of you, letting his gaze travel down your body with lush attention before flicking between the two options you held. “Hmm, the green one, I think. Green looks good on you,” he hums, leaning in to press a slow kiss to your lips.

“Looks good on you, too,” you mumble, deepening the kiss. Boba had shown you his father’s armor, now his, that he carefully unpacked and mounted on a stand in his study. The reverence with which he handled each piece was a poignant reminder of the grief buried deep within his ribs and the pride he took in being his father’s son. You felt honored that he trusted you to share that part of himself; even in the short time you’ve known him, it’s readily apparent that he is a private person when it comes to his past. 

When his roughened hands slide down to grab your ass, you reluctantly break the kiss. “We’re gonna be late if you keep that up…”

“Oh, I can make it quick, princess. Promise.” He trails kisses down the thin skin of your throat and kneads the plushness of your ass. “You know I’m a man of my word.”

Stepping back out of his reach, you give him a scolding smile. “I know you are. Now, help me with this thing.” Boba huffs, more as a show rather than actual annoyance, and does as you request, dutifully lacing up the ties of the sage green garment across your back. Once done, he sits in the armchair to put on his shoes while you slip on your jewelry—including the piece you’re going to surprise him with.

As you secure the anklet around your leg, you admire how the interlinking chain twinkles in the light. The jewelry soaks up the heat of your body quickly, sitting heavier and warmer as you imagine what the professor’s reaction will be; you know he has that protective streak in him, that desire to care for and nurture you in a way you suspect he never received himself. That, combined with the claim he so enjoys laying on you, filling you full of him and marking your skin with his mouth, hands, and hips, leaves no doubt in your mind that your little surprise will drive him wonderfully and perfectly insane.

Now that the time has come to set your plot in motion, it takes everything in you to school your giddy expression. Sinking onto the end of the bed, you lean back on your hands and lift your leg to wiggle your foot in his direction so he gets a look up your dress—which he takes, of course. “Can you help me with my shoes, handsome?” you simper, batting your lashes for extra effect.

Boba rolls his eyes, muttering how you’re spoiled rotten as he scoops up your heels and slides on the first one, balancing the ball of your foot on his abdomen. He fastens the straps with deft fingers, then takes the opportunity to press slow kisses up your calf, keeping his deep eyes locked on yours. It’s surprisingly sensual, warmth feathering out from your core and fluttering in your stomach. You bite your lip, enjoying his slow touches and he winks. Fuck, he’s so kriffing hot.

He sets your leg down and braces the other against him, this time trailing his lips down from your thigh to just above the straps of your shoe. Securing the straps, nods at your anklet. “Mmm, what have we here?” 

The gold piece looks even daintier against his thick fingers as he runs them across it.

You tilt your chin up just a bit as you watch his expression through heavy-lidded eyes. “Just a little something that reminded me of you. Thought I would wear it tonight.” Boba adjusts the jewelry around your ankle so he can examine the stylized letters adorning it. The anticipation of him seeing “Daddy’s Girl” dangling off you for anyone to see has restless energy lighting up your nerves.

A second later, Boba gasps, sucking in a sharp, sudden breath and his face snaps up to look at you; you’re as licentious and dusky as an old Hollywood star as you peer back at him. His grip becomes almost unbearably tight, but it feels so good that you hope it leaves a bruise to remember it by. His lips part but no sound comes out, every muscle in his body rigid. Something has come over him, something so visceral it strikes him to the core of his being. 

This you know you’ll remember for the rest of your days, until the end of time even—you know you will. The time you made Boba Fett, the strongest, most unshakeable man you’ve ever met, break. Not crease or fold. Not snap. Break. 

“Say it.” The words fall from his lip hoarse and cracked. A wild energy crackles and grows behind his glossy eyes.

You drag your hands closer to your body to push yourself up higher, and your heart rate picks up. You almost want to make this last forever. “Say… what?” you drawl, blinking at him with heavy-lidded eyes.

One of his hands drops to your thigh, his fingers digging into the pillowy flesh there. A sizzle of air rushes from behind his teeth. “Say it. Say it right now.” 

Heat is radiating off him so hot you can feel it, like a star burning itself into creation. The primal rawness of his desire, its baseness, permeates into your skin and makes his feverish desire become your own. You can’t deny him, not when it feels like his scalding becoming will remake you anew, too.

Blistering heat fills you from the inside out as his eyes bore into you. You lick your lips, savoring the last of the moment before this man shatters your whole world from the inside out in a glorious passion. “I’m… I’m Daddy’s girl.”

Tossing your adorned leg over his shoulder, Boba crashes into you, his lips searing a kiss onto your mouth that’s so hot your mind leaves your body for a few breathless seconds. You’re effectively folded in half by his crushing weight and it makes your muscles scream in the most delicious way. Boba curses into your open mouth as his hips grind what has to be a painfully hard erection into your ass.

“Fuck, ner cyare, tell me that’s what you want, tell me you want me to be-”

“I want you, want you to be my Daddy, Boba, please.” Hands balled in his shirt behind his neck, you gasp your answer with the breath from his lungs. 

A string of coarse curses pour from his mouth. “Gedet’ye, sweet girl, let me have you. Let me show you just how good Daddy can make his babygirl feel.”

He’s a paradox of pleasure, impossibly dominant yet unbearably vulnerable in his need for you in this moment. He can see all of you and you can see all of him; it’s the most intimate thing you’ve ever experienced, a culmination of the trust the two of you had been building between your hearts and in his bed. Hearing him say those words in that voice has you breaking into a million needy pieces, ready for him to put you back together again.

Fuck, how could I say no to that?

Looking directly into his blown out eyes, you give him the permission he needs. “Fuck me.”

You want to sear the sound that he makes at your confirmation into your brain forever. He shifts back, lowering your leg off him to quickly work himself out of his pants. Propped up on your elbows now, you can see how his thick cock is weeping and dripping with need, the velvety skin of his shaft so red it’s almost purple. You curse under your breath, your mouth and your pussy filling with moisture at the sight of him. He pumps himself a few times, a snarl tearing from his chest when you moan from watching.

Grabbing both your ankles, he yanks you down the bed, pushing the hem of your dress over your stomach and hitching your legs over his hips. “Shit, you’ve soaked right through those pretty little panties,” he groans, curling his fingers around the satin material and ripping it clean off your body, the stretch and snap of the fabric making you hiss. A deep moan escapes him at the vision of your glistening womanhood now on full display, and Boba pushes your thighs up to get an even better view.

You feel like you’re in the middle of a supernova, melting into his star; your every thought runs into the next and sensations bleed into one another—you’re totally lost to the pleasure of the moment. Boba bends to lick up a taste of your arousal when the words come rushing out of your mouth. “Fuck me, don’t wait, just fuck me. Split me open on your cock, Daddy, please.” You want to feel the size of him, so much of him that it’s all you can comprehend.

He stiffens, closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. “Princess,” he grits out, his restraint taking visible effort for the first time, “d-don’t say things like that, not when… you know I have to prep you.”

You don’t care—you want him in you now, forcing himself through your tight walls and making you feel every kriffing inch of his cock. Slotting your hands under your knees, you spread yourself even wider in an open invitation to take what’s rightfully his and only his. “Pleaseeeee, please, sir, it’s all yours, please fuck me, give me your co-”

Boba’s hand slaps across your pussy, tearing a sharp moan from your chest and making you gush. “Enough!” he barks, “You know the rules. Or do you need to be reminded across my knee?”

The lasting sting radiating out from your clit and his imperious tone has your mind scrambling to right itself; you’re so kriffing turned on you can barely think. Apparently you take too long, because Boba’s left hand shoots around your neck and squeezes the thoughts right out of your head. “With behavior like this, I think you do need to be reminded of Daddy’s rules, little brat.” 

Your eyes widen, his absolute authority has you trembling in anticipation. You hang on his every word even as your brain struggles to form a complete thought. 

Boba lightens the pressure around your throat to allow you to speak. “Tell me the rules, and keep those legs open. Number one,” he commands, smacking your pussy, making you yelp.

“Honesty!”

He gives you another slap across your clit. This time you moan, the stinging sensation quickly turning into pleasure. “Number two.”

“Respect!”

After the third strike, he leaves his hand sitting on top of your searing lips. “Number three.” You answer correctly and he rubs his fingers over your clit, sending sparks shooting up your spine. “Four, last rule.” 

Boba fingers begin to rub faster over your slick, swollen clit and you drag your mind to the answer, gasping, “No coming… without… permission!” 

A pleased look settles on his handsome face and he releases your throat to caress your cheek with his knuckles. “That’s my good girl, so smart, did so well for me,” he praises in a tone sweeter than golden honey, “Daddy rewards his princess when she’s good, even more now that she’s his little girl. How do you like that, sweetheart? Come on, talk to me.” His fingers slow to a halt between your open thighs and he eases your legs back down on the bed.

You feel at an immediate loss without his touch, like everything is suddenly too much.

Rule number two, make sure your needs are met. “Can you hold me while we talk? Need to feel you, please.”

Boba’s eyes widen, concern flickering over his features as he scans for any additional discomfort. “Of course, babygirl. Wanna get undressed, too?” he asks, his hands rubbing your thighs to give you a point of contact as you consider his question.

Your unease stops rising enough for you to crack a smile. “We’re really not going to that play, are we?”

Chuckling, he smiles down at you. “No, princess, we are absolutely not.” 

That established, Boba helps undo all the work of getting you into your evening attire—spending extra time kissing down your legs to remove your heels, his fingers playing with the anklet that led to the evening’s fun—and gets out of his. Tucking you into his side, skin to glorious skin, he pulls the covers over the both of you and begins rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “That better now?”

“Mmm hmm, so much better,” you confirm, burying your face into his warm chest. The rising tension in your own abates and your heartbeat slows back to normal.

“You want to keep going, princess? We can call it a night if you want to.”

You start kissing up his neck in answer, yours hand roaming up the inside of his thigh. “Yes, Daddy, I want to keep going. I wanna keep going until you’re coming dry,” you tease, biting down on his shoulder.

He gives your ass a swat. “Behave.”

“Yes, sir,” you giggle, resting your head back down on him and reigning in your wandering hands.

Boba strokes his thumb over your hip bone and you can tell he’s trying to find the words to say whatever he’s thinking about. After a couple moments, he asks in a low voice, “So you… really want that from me?”

You trace over the tattoos swirling over his pectoral with your fingertip. “Want what?”

“Your anklet… do you really want to be my girl?”

“I am your girl.” You smile to yourself at his sudden sheepishness; you know what he’s trying to ask but you want to hear him say it in that luscious voice of his. Is it selfish? Maybe, but you think you’re entitled to a little fun at his expense every now and again, especially when you’re about to let him fuck you into oblivion.

Boba grumbles at your insistence on being difficult, exhaling a long breath. “I mean, you want me to be… Daddy?”

As cute as it is to see your big bad dominant boyfriend have any doubt about your wish when you’re literally wearing jewelry that says so, the coals of your desire are starting to glow hot and ready in your belly. And he makes it sound even better than it already is with that voice. “Yes, Boba. I want you to be my Daddy,” you smile up at him with a peck to his jaw. The professor is a deeply caring man under the thick armor of his exterior. He craves an outlet for the tenderness the universe never allowed him just as you long for the safety the world so rarely afforded you.   

“Oh babygirl,” he groans, pulling you into lap so you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head, slotting your lips against his in a passionate kiss. “I’m… you’re… what made you want this?” he gasps into your mouth, his lips never leaving yours.

His growing desperation and the hard length of his cock twitching against your thigh has your hips rocking over his. “Well… when I first saw the anklet… I thought it would be a funny way… to rile you up. So I bought it… with your money of course.”

He chuckles, peppering kisses down your jaw to your neck. “I would hope so, princess.”

You pull him farther into you with a hand on the back of his head. “But the more I thought about it… the more I liked the idea-fuck, just like that.” Boba has taken your pebbled nipples between his fingers and is rolling them just perfectly. “I read some stuff about those kinds of relationships online and it just seemed right. You take such good care of me and I trust you with every bone in my body. And you’re just so… you. Knew it was what I wanted ahh-” He had pinched your nipples, making you keel into him with your back arched. 

He grabs two handfuls of your hips and presses you flush against him, his lips seeking yours once more. When you’re sufficiently breathless, Boba pulls back with a soft smile. “Thank you, princess,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “That kind of trust you have in me, it… it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him close, breathing in his scent feeling the beat of his heart against your own. Who knew love could be like this? Powerful and sweet; intense, yet soft. Unplanned but perfectly balanced.  

“Now what do you want for your reward, pretty girl?”

It had seemed like a wonderful idea to ask Boba to tie you up and use the new vibrator you’d bought before he fucked you into next week, but now that you’re strung out and openly sobbing after your third orgasm of the night, you’re not sure so sure. Every nerve in your body is raw and burning, and you’re consumed by even the slightest physical sensation, down to Boba’s breath on your damp skin.

“Aww, look at you taking it so well, sweetheart,” he coos proudly, slowly dragging the toy up and down your folds, “You look so good like this, you know that, my pretty girl? I wish I could see you like this all the time. You’re so beautiful.”

All his sugary words only add to the thick haze of overstimulation shrouding your mind; you can’t do anything but whimper and moan as you convulse at the incessant vibrations buzzing on your clit. Even though he’s lowered the power several notches, you’re so kriffing sensitive that you’re crying from the overwhelming sensation of your unabating pleasure. 

“Little princesses should be taken care of, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he promises, “Gotta make sure you’re nice and sensitive so you can feel every single inch of Daddy’s cock when he’s fucking you.”

His words cause the frayed string of your remaining sanity to snap. You wail at the thought of having him inside and out, rocking through your sopping cunt. “Oh, fuck, oh ffffuuuuck! I’m gonna-I’m-” you choke, desperately trying to get the words to form on your tongue that feels too big for your mouth, “P-please can I come? Wanna-wanna be good but it’s too f-fucking much, please!”

“That’s my good girl, go ahead, go ahead and come for Daddy,” he permits, “I wanna hear you scream.” He pushes the vibrator more firmly against you so no matter how much you shake and squirm you can’t escape its boundless energy.

Too much, too much, feels so good, too much, FUCK! You explode with ragged pleasure, your nerves raked to shreds, the overbearing sensation ripping through your wound-up insides like some sort of demon of desire. 

When Boba removes the toy from your clit it almost makes you scream again, the sudden loss of contact shocking your senses like you’d been dunked in ice-cold water. “Shh shh shh,” he soothes, the tender pride in his voice caressing over your harsh angles, “I’ve got you, that’s a good girl, there you go.” He continues to coo over you, rubbing your overwrought muscles loose from their tensed state. He doesn’t untie you though.

“You did so good for me, little one, I’m so proud of you,” he praises, ”coming four times for me. That’s a new record, isn’t it, sweetheart?” Parting your lower lips, he brushes his fingers through the unbelievable amount of wetness there. You shudder and whimper as you press your thighs together in an attempt to stop the agonizing friction of his fingers against your aching clit. Boba tsks, slapping his free hand down on the meat of your thigh, making you squeal and jump at the stinging strike. “Ah ah ah, you don’t decide when you’re done, princess, you don’t get that choice. Only I decide when you’ve had enough.”

“B-but it’s s-so m-much,” you sniffle, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks as you pull against the restraints that have your hands fastened to the headboard—the only thing tethering you to this universe.

He rubs his large, warm hands up and down your ribcage in slow strokes. “Aww, I know, pretty baby, but you want to be good for Daddy, don’t you?” Dipping down, Boba plants soft kisses up the valley of your breasts and neck and over your chin, finally landing on your quivering lips. You bob your head, a broken hum from your throat confirming your sentiment. “That’s my girl, my sweet little angel. Now open up those legs nice and wide for me, let me see that pretty pussy.”

With another sniffle, you crack your legs apart against your body’s instincts, feeling so exposed yet totally safe with him. You know down to the depths of your soul that he would only ever care for you. That in his bed, you’re perfect, adored, and safe, you’re the center of his universe. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you if you asked and no amount of pleasure he wouldn’t bring you.

Humming in enjoyment of what his work wrought, Boba shifts down the bed to layer wet kisses over the expanse of your slicked thighs and puffy folds. He stops to lick and suck your arousal up with his tongue while he mumbles about how delicious you taste just for him. The fog of your orgasms clears just enough for desire to start to spark again between your thighs at his wet tongue and salacious praise.

You want him inside you, no, need him inside you, painting your insides with his mark and sweating curses into your skin. You crave the way he’s stripped bare by your body and the pleasure it brings him, those precious few moments where he can shed the weight of his pain and be lost in you. “Daddy, please, want you inside me, want you to fuck me,” you whine, arching up with an offer of your body, “Wanna make you feel good, too.”

Boba groans at your request, his dark eyes fluttering shut as he bites down into your thigh. “You’re so good to me, cyare, so, so good to me…” He rests his forehead on your soft belly for a moment, looping his arms around you and holding you close for a handful of heartbeats. He then slides up your body to release you from your bindings. “Let Daddy hear you beg for his cock one more time, pretty baby. Let me hear it one more time and give you just what you want, just what you need.”

You do as you’re told, pleading and simpering while you watch how Boba begins to crack under his desire, his arousal glowing through his fissures like magma beneath a volcano. Maker, how you want to feel the tectonic power of him, the unforgiving slate of his hips and the obsidian points of his lust-blown eyes, to drown in his primordial pleasure. Digging your nails into his back you tell him so, panting your desires into his ear until he finally erupts. 

Snarling, he tosses your legs over his shoulders and buries himself into you in one smooth, frictionless motion. He sets a harried pace that has your anklet swinging right next to his face with every thrust of his powerful hips. And true to his word, you can feel every single goddamn inch of him pounding into you; you swear you can see the brink of ecstasy’s insanity on the horizon, brought closer by every ridge and vein of his thick cock sliding in and out of you.

Boba’s fucking you straight through the mattress, pinning you underneath his massive bulk and forcing the air from your lungs with every stroke—it’s almost violent and you fucking love it. Seeing him lose control, burn through his restraint, has you clenching around his length as it pumps inside of you.

 “Fuck, princess, baby, I’m not going to last long,” he growls, pressing his lips into you calf, “You’re so karking hot and wet and tight. I’ll never get tired of-shit-of fucking this perfect cunt.” His fierce pace of his snapping hips begins to falter and you know he’s close, your swollen walls sucking him into your velvet heat over and over as your own mind begins to dissolve. 

You feel too hot for your own skin in the best possible way. Boba’s a wreck and it’s making you insane. “D-don’t,” you plead, ragged and fucked out, “j-just come in me, please.” The wet sound of skin slapping and his dick shucking into your soaked pussy is all you can hear.

“N-no, want you to… fuck, I want you to come too, you’re so perfect… so fucking good to me, I want you t-to come with me-”

“Daddy, please,” you whimper, what’s left of your mind knowing it would shatter the remainder of his restraint, “Oh, please, Daddy! Daddy please come inside me, I want you so bad. Want to ache and feel you dripping out me all fucking night!”

Boba makes a primal sound that has to be both a curse and prayer, his face contorting in the shape of pure pleasure as his muscles ripple and lock, his hot release pumping into your insides with a sweet heat. He bites into your ankle, just below where your jewelry hangs and his fingers carve bruises into your soft flesh. 

You’re marked with him in every conceivable way—the thought of truly being his inside and out has another orgasm slamming into your chest, knocking the breath from your lungs as you cry out in unexpected ecstasy. You can feel his spend spilling out around his cock as he continues fucking into you. It ratchets you even higher, making your pleasure feel like an epoch of its own, unending and rapturous as it burns you alive. “F-fuck, Boba, I can’t stop-I can’t stop coming!”

“D-don’t you dare stop, don’t you fucking dare… ner mesh’la cyare you feel so karking good I’m going to lose my fucking mind…” Boba’s rough rasp is utterly wrecked and only prolongs your pleasure; so long you’re afraid you won’t be able to make your mind fit back in your body it’s so full of him.

His hips don’t stop rutting into you as his head drops to your shoulder, moving on their own accord. You shiver and moan into one another as the pulsing waves of overstimulation wash though you. “C-can’t s-stop, babygirl, can’t stop. You feel s-so good,” he pants in a thin, strained voice, his hands running over every piece of you that they can.

In your blissed out existence, your only marker for the passage of time is the feeling of his length beginning to swell and harden inside you, the erotic sensation making your fluttering hole clench tight around him. He groans and starts rubbing your clit with shaking fingers and you contort with the overwhelming pleasure, pulling his hardened cock even deeper into your ruined cunt. Boba begins to push deeper and faster inside you, the very idea of him fucking you again making you throb around him. You know you’re too far gone to come again, but you want nothing more in the whole galaxy than to feel him fill you up when he’s already dripping out of your pussy.

Weakly moving your hips to match his thrusts, you mewl into his ear, intent on giving him all the pretty sounds you can to push him over the edge. You could break him like this, but all you want to do is heal him in whatever way you can, to give him everything he has given you. So when you get your next idea, you don't think twice about it: slinging your arm around his neck, you beg him to fuck you like he’s gonna be a real daddy, beg him to fuck his load so deep that it takes. 

A groan rips out of his chest like his spirit is tearing free and he snaps his hips so far into you he might have ended up in your guts if he hadn’t knocked into your cervix first. The sharp pain doesn’t even matter, intense and harsh as it is, because Boba is fucking coming. Inside. You. Again. The wet sound of him pounding a second load of his seed into you to the point of overstimulation for both of you is sin itself, nearly drowning out the sound of his ragged curses, your broken moans, and both your haggard breathing.  

When he finally collapses on top of you heaving and sweat-slicked, you’re smiling, your face soaked with the tears running down your cheeks and temples from the intensity of the night’s pleasure. Eventually, he pulls you on top of him, careful to slot your legs between his own instead of straddling his hips so you’re comfortable. He kisses the tears from your lashes and whispers how kriffing naughty and dirty you are for begging him to knock you up; you just giggle and praise the Maker for birth control.

After a quick shower that’s more or less the two of you wrapped in one another under the hot water, you’re curled into him under crisp sheets with him just as the sun finishes setting, painting the walls in carmine light. You’re both out before the moon even rises.

The next day you’re sore, incredibly sore, as in every-damn-step-you-take sore. You don’t mind, not really, not when the previous night’s pleasure and its reminder make you dizzy to think about. You do, however, milk it for all it’s worth, insisting that your handsome professor baby and coddle you to the point of ridiculousness. Your plans for a day out quickly turn into a day in, snuggled under blankets with him and take-out food. 

Boba himself is utterly infatuated by you and the entire situation, the pride of fucking you so deep and good that you nest the next day—in addition to setting his own personal record in recovery time—mixed with the almost bashful remorse of causing you a lasting discomfort. You don’t think there’s been a second where he wasn’t massaging or rubbing out some muscle in your body the entire day. Maybe heaven really is a place on earth.

No one calls at 1:27 in the morning unless there’s a problem. Ragged anxiety scratches down your nerves, pricking your skin and pumping awful heat into your blood. Boba’s name stares up at you from your phone screen as it continues to ring, its light too harsh for your sleep-adjusted eyes. Forcing a path through your thorny dread, you yank your phone off its charger and drag your finger across the screen to answer the call. “B-boba? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You don’t mean for your voice to come out as distressed as it does. But no one calls at 1:27 unless there’s a problem.

The familiar deep voice of your professor on the other end attempts to assure you. “Easy, princess. Everything’s alright.” There’s a long pause that keeps your heart from settling back down from your throat to its place in your chest. “I’m sorry to wake you, I just… I needed to hear your voice.”

  The uncharacteristic hesitancy and tightness in his tone makes your stomach churn; things are definitely not alright. Spiked adrenaline starts to flood your system, making sweat bead across your skin as you stumble out of the bed towards your closet to find real clothes. I have to be ready to help him, go to him. “Boba, baby, tell me what’s wrong,” you coax, yanking a hoodie on while you consciously attempt to keep him from clamming up, even as your own anxiety claws up your ribs.

There’s a couple breath’s worth of leaden silence that is far too heavy for the few seconds it lasts. “I-I shouldn’t have bothered you so late, princess, I’m sorry…” He sounds ragged, like he’s still trying to catch his breath after losing it.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You’re doing your best to keep your voice calm despite the fact every alarm bell in your head is screaming at full volume. “Just tell me what’s wrong, Boba, tell me, baby.” You’ve never called him that before—baby—but it feels right, feels soft and comforting in this moment. You might not know what’s wrong, but you do know he needs comfort.

A heavy sigh crackles through your phone speaker; you can almost imagine how Boba’s brows are furrowed together, his handsome face creased in a stormy expression as he searches his depths for the right words to say. You know you have to be patient, give him the time he needs, but you’re so anxious you’re pacing the distance between your bed and closet, chewing your lip.

When he finally speaks again it’s like it’s been ages since you last heard his voice, its sound like a balm on your mind. “The dreams are back, and I don’t always sleep well… you always make it better, I just needed to hear your voice, know that you’re safe.” The torment in his beautiful voice is like a vice around your heart; it makes you ache all the way down to the dust in your bones at the prospect of him suffering so greatly. You know he has his demons, the ghosts of his past that you sometimes catch flashes of like haints in the mirror of his eyes. He hadn’t yet acknowledged them and you haven’t pressed, aware that he needs a wide berth around his inner self. 

But now? He’s reaching out a hand and you’re going to do everything in power to pull him from the rapids roiling inside him. “I’m safe, baby, I’m okay,” you soothe, chucking your phone between your face and shoulder so you can pull on a pair of leggings, “Tell me what you need.”

“I’m fine now, cyar’ika, really. I’m sorry for waking you up, just get some rest for me, babygirl.” Boba’s voice is beginning to steel over and you can tell he’s closing in around himself.

I can’t help him if I don’t know what’s wrong. You have to take a firmer approach.

“Oh, no you don’t!” you declare sternly, planting a hand on your hip even though he can’t see you, “No one calls at 1:30 in the morning if everything’s ‘fine.’ I’m coming over. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” You’re wide awake and your body is itching for action: you can’t rest knowing the man you love is in so much pain he actually allowed it to be seen.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, “I don’t want you on the roads at this hour.”

You already have your purse in hand. “Then you better start talking, or I’ll be knocking on your door.” You shake your keys loudly so he can hear—sometimes you have to threaten the man for his own good. 

He groans and falls silent and you can tell he’s reached his limit for words—you have to tread very carefully to keep him from shutting down completely. He needs action, touch, something physical to soothe his soul, immaterial words did very little for him. “Hey,” you try gently, your voice softening, “Why don’t you come over here. You always sleep better with me, yeah? And that way you can make sure I stay put.” 

After a moment of consideration, Boba grunts out an affirmative. “I do sleep better with you…”

“Then get over here,” you urge, “the light’s on.”

“I’ve already disturbed you enough, little one, it’s-”

“Boba Fett, since when have I ever passed up the chance to have you in my bed?” you interrupt. The nerve of this man, I swear. 

Your exasperated question garners you a weary chuckle from the professor. “I’ll give you that, princess.” He sighs and you can hear that he runs a hand over his face. “Are you sure it won’t be too much trouble?”

Your heart clenches at the genuine concern in his voice. If only he would care for his own wellbeing as much as he does for mine. “It will be the exact opposite of trouble,” you promise, “I sleep better with you, too.” It’s the truth, his solid warmth next to permitted you a sleep you didn’t even know people could get.

Boba finally acquiesces at your assurances and says he’ll be over as soon as he packs some clothes. Satisfied, you flick on a lamp and wrap yourself in a blanket on your couch to wait for him. Now that relief is starting to cool off your shock, your eyelids begin to droop at the late hour. You’re determined to stay awake until he arrives, however; you open one of the games on your phone and half-play it until a message notification pings with Boba letting you know he’s pulled up. A minute later, there’s a knock on your door and you pick up your blanketed self to let him in.

You’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fits snug across his broad chest. As good as he looks though, it’s all overshadowed by the slump in his proud shoulders, the darkness shadowed under his deep eyes, and the weariness creased in his face. He manages a tired smile when he sees you. “Hey, princess.”

Relief rolls through you when you see him whole and breathing on your doorstep. Wrapping your arms around his thick frame, you just hold him close for a moment. He sags just the slightest bit under your touch, leaning into you and inhaling in your scent. You would carry the weight of a mountain for him if it meant he could find some solace in your arms. “Let’s get you to bed, professor,” you whisper with a chaste kiss on his lips.

Whether it’s the dark hour of night or the promise of your body beside him, Boba is pliant, allowing you to pull him over the threshold and down the hall into your bedroom. You take his shirt for the next day and hang it up and stow his bag away for the morning. He’s practically carved from stone the way he stiffly stands, his only movement coming from his fists clenching and uncurling at his sides as he watches you with a fraught, lost expression.  

Catching the tumult in his eyes, you reach out and snag his hand, pulling him down to the bed beside you. You can see the tension held in his shoulders and corded in his neck, the amount of vulnerability he’s allowing beginning to take its toll. You don’t overwhelm him with words, you just quietly pull the blankets over his body and him into your chest. For being built like a brick wall, Boba is surprisingly pliable underneath your hands as you guide his head under your chin. His arms wrap around you after a moment, tightly pressing him to you as if you are the only thing keeping his head above the water. 

You find yourself humming some nonsense tune you remember from your childhood as you stroke over the back of his head and neck with gentle fingers. One by one, you feel his muscles start to relax where he’s pressed against the line of your body; his breathing slows and evens and his strong heartbeat thumps easier against your chest. You don’t know how long you stay like this, in the warm and peaceful dark, and it doesn’t matter. This is a turning point, a moment of revelation in your relationship with the Mandalorian professor, that happens in silence. Words are unnecessary when the understanding itself is so palpable. 

You are not alone Boba Fett, you care for me and I care for you. Your strength is commendable, impossible even, but that is not what binds me to you. No, it is your heart, that thing you claim is just a scarred-over place between your ribs. I will hold it close to mine, protect it in my own chest as you clear the past out of the spot where yours belongs. There is no rush, no time too long for me, my love. You are mine and I am yours.

You aren’t sure if Boba is even still awake until you feel his lips move against your collarbone in a hushed tone. “I love you.”

It’s a whisper of a thing, wrapped in the safety of the night between the warmth of your bodies—he hadn’t said those words since that first night you were together. You never needed him to, although it’s music to your ears, when his actions spoke far louder than his words.

“I know,” you sigh, brushing your lips over his scarred skin, “I love you, too. All of you.” 

His admission and your affirmation seem to unhook the last of the pain from his chest and he settles into your body, content to melt back into your shared slumber. Looking at him before you shut your eyes, you wonder if the sun ever gets to appreciate its own light and warmth, or if it’s doomed to the cold vacuum of space without ever knowing the life it gives.

It might have been all a dream were it not for the gentle hand caressing your cheek the next morning, waking you to the world of the living. Haloed by the sun beginning to peek through your windows is the man you held in arms through his storm, radiant and beautiful as ever as he rumbles out your name. “Time to wake up, cyar’ika.”

He truly is a sight he is to behold as the morning sun lights up his brown eyes like warm honey and skates across his bronze skin… Maker, you wouldn’t mind waking up like this everyday. “‘Morning,” you mumble back, smiling sleepily up at him as you rub the haze from your eyes. The aroma of fresh bread and savory cheese wafts golden and delightful under your nose. “What smells so good?”

“Breakfast, of course.” Boba flashes you a smile that might as well be liquid sunlight with the way it beams and he reaches down to retrieve a box loaded with pastries from the Cuban bakery down the street. Squealing with happy surprise, you nearly crush the box between your bodies and you lurch forward to throw your arms around his neck. “Careful, princess,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, “Got some coffee, too.”

You accept the travel up he presses into your hand and the strong smell of the island roast floods your senses. Savoring the first sip, you make a sound of delight at the rich flavor. “How’d you know how I like my coffee?” you tease.

He smirks at you. “You informed me quite early on exactly how you like your coffee.”

“Yeah,” you giggle, “it’s just how I like my men.” When Boba cocks a brow, you grin with the joke on your lips. “Strong, sweet, and full of cream.”

Boba groans at your words, shaking his head with chagrin written across his face. “What am I going to do with you, my little princess?”

Checking the time on your phone, you pat the spot next to you. “Well, you can come back to bed and eat these with me. We have time.”

He obliges you, slipping back under the covers and letting you snuggle up against him as the pair of you tuck into the delicious pastries. After you both have had your fill of the savory danishes, Boba moves to get out of the bed to start getting ready for the work day ahead.

“Wait,” you call out to him. He stops, turning back to face you and tilting his head as he waits for you to speak. “I need you to promise me something.” 

You know he needs things said plainly. You can’t assume he understands you’ll care for him just as he cares for you, that he’ll acknowledge his feelings and let you be the support he needs when everything comes crashing down.

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. “Name it, princess.”

You take his face gently between your palms, pulling him back close. Brushing your thumbs over his lips, you search his deep brown eyes. “I know last night was not a one-time occurance. You don’t have to tell me everything or even anything, really, but I do need you to reach out when you’re hurting. You don’t have to face your pain alone. Not anymore.”

His expression clouds over, his walls threatening to go up. “Sweetheart, it’s fi-”

“If you say ‘it’s fine’ I won’t let you near my pussy until after the school year ends.” Boba groans and clicks his jaw shut. “Imagine if I didn’t let you take care of me when I’m hurting or if I didn’t let you help me when I needed it.” Seeing his displeasure with the thought, you continue, “That’s what it’s like for me when you bottle everything up and pretend it’s all ‘fine.’ I need you to promise you’ll tell me when you need help. We don’t have to talk, you don’t have to explain yourself, just tell me what you need in the moment.”

For the first time in your life since you’ve known him, Boba Fett looks afraid. As painful and wrong as it feels, you’re immeasurably grateful that he’s allowing you in to help. “What if… I don’t know what that is,” he finally croaks, unable to meet your eyes.

It breaks your heart to see him like this, so lost in his own mind that he can’t see a way out. “Then just tell me that, my love, and we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone, Boba. Not now and not every again,” you murmur, brushing a kiss on his lips. You give your words time to sink down through the depths of him, past all his doubts and uncertainty to settle into his heart. “Can you promise me that?”

The rise and fall of his chest is his only movement as he mulls over your words—shifting one’s universe takes time. Eventually, Boba lays his hand over yours and turns his face to the side to press a kiss into your palm. “For you, ner kar’ta, I will try.”

“And that’s all I’ll ever ask of you,” you promise.

The morning eventually carries on, both of you going about your routines in pleasant harmony. Boba takes great joy in picking just what bra and panties you’ll wear for the day when you ask him to, and even greater joy in putting them on you. You yourself quite enjoy buttoning up his crisp blue shirt across his wide chest, especially when he lifts you on your dresser as he kisses the breath from your lungs. You don’t know if it’s the new layer of your relationship or the air of domesticity surrounding the morning, but you swear you’ve never been more in love with Boba than you are right now.

“We’re gonna be late, professor,” you gasp as he kisses down the column of your neck.

“Mmm, they won’t miss us…” he rumbles, grabbing the meat of your ass and pulling you to the edge of the dresser so you can wrap your legs around his torso, “My first class isn’t until ten o’clock.”

Biting down hard on your lip in an attempt to focus your restraint, you shoot back, “Yes, but my first meeting is at 9:30 and I need to answer emails first.”

Grumbling, Boba shakes his head. “Tsk tsk tsk, when did you get so responsible?”

“When you started calling me your good girl,” you answer with a cheeky grin, “Gotta live up to my name.”

“Oh now she wants to be good,” he chuffs, leaning back to look at you with a smile turning up his mouth.

You nip at his plush bottom lip, wiggling in his embrace. “I’m your babygirl, your sweet little angel, remember?”

He snorts. “When you want to be.” Running a hand down your leg, he pulls your knee over his hip so he can feel that your anklet is on. “Still Daddy’s girl?”

Linking your arms around his neck you pull him flush with your chest, you ghost your lips over his. He is yours and you are his, forever.

“Always.”

Mando'a translations

(ner) cyare - (my) beloved, love

cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)

gedet’ye - please

(ner) kar'ta - (my) heart

osik - Mando'a curse akin to "shit"

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