#and i’m a firm believer in taking what people say at face value

[booliuu]

Can you write random ticci toby headcanons

heeeey, thx for checking out my blog!!! :D and of course! The headcanons are bit long because i love yapping about this silly guy TvT.

TW: self harm

᭄᭡ Ticci toby General Headcanons ⊹₊

• German 🇩🇪. When he is pissed he will curse under his breath in german🧍‍♀️ no one in the mansion knows what the hell he’s saying. Has a slight accent too..!

•He’s super tall like standing between something like 5’6 or close to 6’2.. BUT HAS SUPER BAD POSTURE LIIIKE….

•Im sticking with his canon age so he’s around his mid 30’s by now .

• His favorite colors has to be green , orange, brown, red, yk warm colors.

• His hobbies consist of animal watching and petting random animals that he founds crossing path during missions or just simply hanging out around the slender forest far away from other creeps because he values his alone time.

• wood craving !!!

• speaking of wood craving oh my gosh he’s really good at it, sometimes he make his friends wooden animal figures and will leave them in their room’s as a presents :) he’s so sweet…

• listening to music from phones that he stolen from people he encounters ( if you know what i mean..)

• drawing animals he finds interesting :) I like the idea of him having a sketchbook dedicated for this specifically.

• Speaking of his hobbies , he preferable likes to do them alone because he gets overwhelmed easily ( I blame his father -) and considering his past and being teased frequently about his tics and so forth he close to non verbal. But if he does talk it close to really short responses.

Here’s angst headcanons ( it’s mostly about his past) . . . TW: self harm

• I am a very firm believer that the name “ ticci toby” was not a chosen name but rather a nickname from his bullies from school that tease him. he absolutely hates the name.

• When his family found out about his diagnoses of CIPA ( Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis) they had to take matters into their own hands, and they all made sure to the house is safe for him. Such putting tabs on their showers or bath tubs so he doesn’t burn himself alive or it’s so cold that it’s concerning, making sure the food he eating isn’t too hot or cold, yk stuff like that..

• With tourette’s , I have a feeling his parents put him through countless speech & physical therapy. None will work and his father would yell at him about something he can’t control.

• When he found out about his CIPA , he tries desperately to feel pain or even any kind of bodily sensations. Such as ( TW : SELF HARM) scratching himself until he bleed , hitting himself , stuff like that. Mainly because he confused as hell why he can’t feel anything. My guess is that he so frustrated about it he can’t wrap around his head that’s the way he is.

• Every night , he goes to bed fall asleep to thoughts about what his life would been like if he was not like this….

OOOK enough angst!! here’s the continuation of his general headcanons . . .

• Yk how he has a scar on his face. Well many people like to state that he doesn’t take care of it..blah ..blah.. hides it with a mask that he always wears. Personally I feel like he takes care of himself by adding cream on to it ( proscribed by eyeless jack himself :D) , slowly but surely the scar looks better than when he first got it, he wears the mask to protect it from getting infections. ^^

• has a sweet tooth!!! It’s not just about waffles y’all just sayin…

• Even though he preferable like to do missions alone. He will sometimes bring someone with him like tim, brian , kate ( basically the whole gang-) , or ej .

• Not only he has CIPA & tourette’s but I believe he has schizophrenia, PTSD , Bipolar disorder and amnesia. especially with his encounter of slenderman is it made far worse…

dividers credit: @arneefigisikir , @saradika-graphics & @nakaharaism

A/n: Oh my gosh this was so fun to make!! I’m sorry if sentences were typed a bit weird , wonky , or very wordy TvT. I just reread your ask and it said random but… i thought it said general. i’m.. so sorry 🥲I hope this is alright if not my inbox is always open for requests :,D

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[feamir]

my best friend got engaged today, and i just want to cry

[shizuturnspages]

Yandere Geto Suguru with a Non-Sorcerer Darling Who Opposes His Goals

Conflicted Obsession:

❥ Geto is torn between his disdain for non-sorcerers and his overwhelming affection for you. You’re the exception to his philosophy, the one non-sorcerer he sees as worthy. It drives him mad, knowing that his ideals should make him hate you, but instead, he can’t stop craving your presence.

❥ “You’re different,” he insists, his tone soft but firm. “Not like the rest of them. You belong with me.”

Twisted Protection:

❥ Geto believes that by keeping you close, he’s shielding you from the world he plans to reshape. He convinces himself that isolating you from other non-sorcerers is for your own good—they’re “beneath” you, after all.

❥ If you argue that you don’t agree with his goals, he brushes it off with a chilling smile. “You’ll understand one day,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m doing this for us.”

Manipulative Tactics:

❥ Geto is a master manipulator, subtly twisting your words and emotions to make you question your stance. If you voice opposition, he’ll turn it back on you, making it seem like your disagreement stems from ignorance rather than genuine belief.

❥ He might say things like, “You’ve seen how cruel the world is to people like me. How could you side with those who’ve hurt us?” His words are designed to plant doubt and guilt, ensuring you feel tethered to him even if your values clash.

Subtle Isolation:

❥ While Geto doesn’t openly imprison you, he ensures you’re cut off from anyone who might challenge his influence. Friends who disagree with him conveniently “disappear” from your life, and he replaces them with people loyal to his cause—or just himself.

❥ If you try to leave or seek help, you’ll find that his network is vast, and there’s nowhere to hide. He’s relentless, ensuring that you’re constantly reminded that his reach is inescapable.

Obsession Disguised as Devotion:

❥ To Geto, his love for you is pure and unwavering, even if it manifests in terrifying ways. He views his actions as necessary sacrifices for a greater cause—keeping you by his side, even if it means breaking you down emotionally, is a small price to pay.

❥ “You’re all I have left that’s good in this world. Don’t take that away from me,” he says, his voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and menace.

The Dichotomy of Love and Hatred:

❥ There are moments when Geto’s disdain for non-sorcerers clashes with his love for you, creating a volatile mix of emotions. He’ll lash out verbally or grow cold, only to apologize profusely later, claiming he’s under stress and you’re his only solace.

❥ Deep down, he fears that his feelings for you make him weak, and this fear fuels his more controlling tendencies.

Scenario: The One Thing That Doesn’t Fit

The room was dim, the only light spilling from a single flickering bulb hanging overhead. You stood near the door, your posture tense, your fists clenched at your sides. Across the room, Geto sat on the edge of a wooden table, his usual calm demeanour betrayed by the subtle tap of his fingers against the surface.

“You don’t get it, do you?” you snapped, your voice trembling—not with fear, but with anger. “What you’re doing is wrong, Suguru. You can’t just wipe out people because they don’t have sorcery.”

Geto tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Wrong?” he echoed, his tone almost amused. “Darling, wrong is letting weaklings like them exist in a world they can’t possibly understand. I’m creating balance. Order.”

You shook your head, stepping closer despite the unease that crept up your spine. “You’re not a god. You don’t get to decide who lives and who dies.”

The smile slipped from his face, replaced by a look that sent a chill down your spine. He rose to his full height, crossing the room in a few deliberate steps until he was standing inches from you.

“I may not be a god,” he said, his voice low, his eyes boring into yours. “But I’m the closest thing this broken world has. And I can’t stand by and watch you side with them—those who would hurt you, exploit you, destroy you if they had the chance.”

“They haven’t hurt me,” you shot back, refusing to back down. “And they wouldn’t. Not everyone is like that, Suguru. You’re lumping everyone into one category just because they’re different.”

His hand shot out, gripping your chin—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make you look at him. “You don’t see it,” he said, his tone almost mournful. “You don’t see the danger they pose. But that’s okay.” He softened his grip, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “That’s why I’m here—to protect you, even from your own naivety.”

“Protect me?” you spat, pulling away from his touch. “You’re not protecting me, Suguru. You’re controlling me. And I won’t let you.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then he chuckled—a low, bitter sound that made your chest tighten.

“You think you have a choice?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement and something darker. “You think you can just walk away from me? From this?”

He reached out again, this time taking your hand in his. His grip was gentle, almost tender, but the look in his eyes betrayed the steel beneath the surface.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Mine to protect, mine to love. And if that means keeping you away from those who don’t deserve you, then so be it.”

You yanked your hand free, your frustration boiling over. “I’m not yours, Suguru! I’m my own person, and I’ll decide who deserves my time—who deserves my love.”

His expression darkened, the room seeming to grow colder as his smile returned—this time, sharper, more dangerous.

“You’re right,” he said, his tone deceptively calm. “You are your own person. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let anyone else have you.”

As the weight of his words settled over you, you realized just how deep his obsession ran. To him, you weren’t just a person. You were a symbol—a shining example of what he believed the world could be if it were purged of its impurities. And he would stop at nothing to keep you by his side, even if it meant tearing the world apart in the process.

[razorblade180]

Gods judgment

Furina:*bites cake* Ugh, why must being an Archon be so polarizing at times!? I’m near my wits end.

Ei:While I agree to the sentiment, you’d have much less to complain about if you were diligent in your duties.

Pleasant vibes stop

Venti:Oh boy…

Nahida:What’s happening.

Venti:Shhh, pretend you’re invisible,

Furina:Baal, I am positive you of all people didn’t just talk to me about diligence regarding my responsibilities.

Zhongli:She was merely giving you advice since-

Furina:Oh are we really doing this? Do I need to remind you that if anyone has to the authority to judge the ways of other gods it is I, Focalor. *stands up*

Zhongli:Failure to take criticism will only slow progress.

Furina:Don’t misunderstand my situation. You forget yourself, Morax. Criticism indeed has value, and I’d made certain not even I can go unchecked in my own nation. The problem here is that two of you dare to speak in a tone that implies superiority when all you hold is errors so catastrophic that it’s felt in every wave.

Ei:Are you truly one to talk about errors when your problems arise from negligence?

Furina:Ha! That’s rich coming from the Archon who literally made her problem. You dare speak of negligence when you all but abandoned your people to the whims of an unfeeling stand-in? My people and I face a catastrophe forced upon us while yours endured the weight of your grief. Do not speak to me about negligence.

Ei:…..

Furina:But hey, grief is a toxic and dangerous thing that mortals and the divine understand. I do not judge you for feeling pain. It is far more reasonable flaw than that of the eldest of us. *looks at Morax* You want to discuss slow progress and criticism? It took you ages to get to a mindset Barbatos applied from the start!

Venti:Oh, wow. Zhongli she might actually have a point.

Furina:*points* Don’t get too proud of yourself, Barbatos! You’re next.

Venti:Hehe, I figured….

Zhongli:The circumstances between Liyue’s development and Mondstat’s are vastly different in what problems stood in their wake. Liyue would not have lasted to this day without a firm hand guiding the way. Much like how your nation has greatly benefited from your Chief Justice.

Furina:I do not deny my Iudex has been indispensable in Fontaine’s development. However, once again, you are mistaken about the problem. I have no issue in the role you choose for yourself to craft your land. I think it’s quite magnificent. But a show and by extension, a role is only as good as its ending. The protractor of the land chooses to exit the stage with political and civil unrest due to scheme crafted by his truly. As the God of Contracts, could you not have made one with your people stating a resignation in the coming years. In that time you would sufficiently train them to live without you instead of awakening an old adversary.

Zhongli:Preparations only go so far. A test would have to come eventually to truly put my mind at ease.

Furina:A test that shouldn’t come from your hand and not as severe. Life is the test. Make no mistake, I fully believe you would’ve handled it if your people failed, but do you truly think you would’ve saved them all unscathed. You, who knows the chaos war and battle well? I recognize my bias when I say this but it truly disgusts me to see an Archon through the night of a perilous sea at it’s people just to see if they could retire to sipping tea. To make matters worse, you’re not even consistent.

Zhongli:What are you-

Furina:Did you tell your people about Azdaha? From what I gathered, not only did you handle that actual catastrophe discretely, but in a manor where it could still happen again. You want the best for your people, yet you deny them the opportunity to prepare for the future you yourself could prevent.

Zhongli:….

Furina:Barbatos!

Venti:Ley me guess, I’m too lazy?

Furina:Your nation speaks for itself. Calm, self sufficient, and joyous for extended periods of time. I would never say any of you aren’t attentive to your people.

Ei:This sounds like nothing but praise!

Venti:Maybe I’m just a champion of work life balance?

Furina:You sleep too late.

Venti:….*rubs head* I could see why you might say that.

Furina:So could anyone who knows your nation’s history. It’s never a question of if you show up, but when. Although I love a hero arriving in the nick of time, I’m sure your people would’ve loved to see you before the slavery was institutionalized. Not only that, but it’s your failure to arrive punctually that created a harbinger in the first place.

Venti:No god can be everywhere at once or go indefinitely without rest.

Furina:Correct, but no other god here besides Buer and myself have the means to have a steady pulse the people like you do. You are The God of Anemo. There is no whisper in your land that you can not hear. Frankly I wouldn’t have a reason to judge your methods if you didn’t sleep through the tragedies. I’ll admit, I am a tad envious of your prosperity.

Venti:Hmm, I can’t lie and say I don’t see a little merit in that criticism. Although if you ask me, I don’t it would solve as many problems as you believe. Even so, I can accept that perspective for what it is.

Nahida:(He’s rather accommodating to her outburst. Perhaps he’s trying to diffuse the situation?) Hmm!?

Furina:*staring*….

Nahida:H-Hello.

Furina:You understand I’m not above judging even you, a fellow young Archon? My dear Buer, I suspect you’re aware of your faults; or does your wisdom not extend to introspection?

Nahida:No, it does. *slouches* In a lot of ways, I let my nation unravel because of my own self pity.

Furina:I guess your wisdom is boundless if you can admit to that. Feeling unwanted and trapped, you thought it best to have them walk over you for their own benefit until you finally decided a line was crossed. Your wrongful imprisonment should’ve been that line. Though the irony of your situation is how you were never truly trapped, were you? Arriving in dreams and controlling minds without their knowledge was more than enough power to start a coup. No matter how you look at it Buer, you could have fought back. Instead you acted as powerless as they called you.

Nahida:Sigh… You’re right. That sort of force of authority though really isn’t in my nature.

Furina:You remind me of Neuvillette. So soft by nature. Far too conservative about exercising what is yours by right. That being said, people like you aren’t bad. Anyone could chalk it up to inexperience or a way of belief. In fact, that could be said about all of you.

Ei:If that’s apparent to you then what was the point of this so called “judgement?”

Furina:As I said earlier, I’m not above criticism. I’m not even claiming my way is the most splendid. That being said, do not speak to me as if your methods are correct. Look down on me all you want. I refuse to let anyone judge my methods against the likes of my fellow Archons as if anyone of you or doing this job “correctly.” Especially when one of the seven thrives in dangerous tension and another has the audacity to send her people to overthrow our nations. For as long as I reign, I, Focalor, will hold one thing as an absolute truth. I am not lesser than any other ruler. I rest my case.

Nahida:I thinks you’re doing your best.

Furina:….*wipes face* Thank you.

Zhongli and Ei: (So high strung) *pats her head*

Furina:Excuse me!? I -I don’t need to be coddled!

Venti:*plays calming music*

Furina:Sigh… *accepts comfort.

[thesubswhisper]

You’ve Set Your Boundaries—Now, Can You Defend Them?

I’m so proud of everyone who’s been vocal about setting their boundaries. It’s empowering to see you define what you’re comfortable with, what you’ll tolerate, and what you won’t. But here’s the real question: now that you’ve set those boundaries, how will you defend them when they’re crossed?

Boundaries are non-negotiable, but that doesn’t mean people won’t try to test them. It could be anyone—your parents, your siblings, your friends, or even a romantic partner. Learning to stand firm and enforce those boundaries is essential because you are the most important person in your story.

Let me share an experience of mine to illustrate this.

When a Friendly Meet-Up Becomes a Lesson in Boundaries

It was a casual meet-up with someone I’d been talking to. But regardless of whether it was a date or just a friendly outing, I have certain expectations for how people treat me.

I am a very simple person, but I am also very specific. I know what I like, and I know what I want. I carry myself with grace, and I expect the same respect and courtesy in return. What I didn’t expect was for this outing to become an exercise in defending my boundaries.

The meet-up started with plans for a museum visit followed by lunch—light and casual. In the beginning, this man’s sassiness and wit were charming. I enjoy playful banter; it’s fun and refreshing. But as the day unfolded, his behavior began to shift.

While heading to lunch, I suggested we take one car for convenience. When I offered to ride with him, his response was dismissive: “You don’t want to drive or do anything, huh?” I brushed it off as banter, though the tone felt off.

When we reached his truck, I asked him to help me up. He flatly refused. Twice. I felt this was the bare minimum—a small, gentlemanly act that any man should be happy to do. Still, I climbed in by myself and asked if he could close the door for me. Again, he refused.

At that point, I started feeling uncomfortable. Was this his way of asserting dominance? Of proving that he wouldn’t “be bossed around”? It didn’t sit well with me, but I stayed calm and tried to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Things escalated further at lunch. When I misunderstood something he said, his response was, “Are you retarded?” That word hit me like a slap in the face. I find it vulgar and offensive, and I made it clear that I expected an apology. He refused, just as he had refused the other small courtesies earlier.

From that point on, the outing was stiff and awkward. Whatever charm he had on the phone had completely evaporated. His hot-and-cold attitude was exhausting.

The final straw came at the end of the meet-up when he walked away, saying, “You like tense moments, don’t you?” I was left dumbfounded. I value calm, steady energy. I appreciate a partner who knows how to balance wild and composed moments, depending on the time and place. His remark felt like a cheap jab at my character, and I was done.

Lessons Learned

This experience taught me a valuable lesson about boundaries. I knew early on that this man wasn’t aligned with my values, yet I chose to move forward, ignoring the red flags. That’s on me.

In the BDSM and fetish community, where I hold a dominant title, I’ve learned to be careful about who I share this side of myself with. This man took that piece of information and ran with his own misconceptions, seeing me as someone who wanted to dominate or control him in every aspect of life.

Looking back, I regret sharing that detail so soon. But at the same time, I believe in being honest about who I am. My kink side is an important part of my life, and any potential partner needs to accept it. However, this man failed to see me as a whole person—an herbalist, a working mother, and someone deserving of respect.

Setting boundaries isn’t enough. You have to uphold them, even in the face of discomfort or pushback. Your boundaries are a reflection of your self-worth. They teach others how to treat you and ensure that you’re surrounding yourself with people who truly value and respect you.

So, to all my readers: now that you’ve set your boundaries, how will you defend them?

[teamplasmaofficial]

Hello. I would like to preface this by saying that I follow your work consistently, and I am a firm believer in Team Plasma's ideology. Now, my question is perhaps a bit personal, and if you do not wish do answer I will be disappointed, but I will understand. How did your family react after you were injured? I know you are of royal blood, so I am curious as to how they would react. Thank you very much for your time, I sincerely apologize if this caused any inconvenience.

Firstly, thank you for your support. It is brave of you to state your views on pokémon liberation, even anonymously. People worldwide seem to adopt a shockingly violent approach to those who value pokémon’s rights such as Team Plasma.

It is true that my family is descended from Galarian Royalty, though I’m one of few which choose to take pride in my ancestry. My siblings are childless, and my parents passed a long time ago, so extended family is not something i’m abundant with. Although, when i did abstain my… injury. I was very young. I am slightly confused as to what you mean by your question. I was cared for as any child would be.

You are correct in thinking your question is highly personal, but I have nothing to hide from my devoted followers. I appreciate you immensely, along with all others who see the truth of the exploitation of pokémon.

OOC:

this man is a liarrrrr his ass did NOT get cared for after he got out of hospital. i talked about it in a different post that i’ll link here (when I find it good god), but my ghetsis got his face injury from his deino, trying to wrestle it off his brother. Cause it yaknow, killed his brother. His dad was absent and his mum didn’t really like him to begin with and since his less than satisfactory pokémon training lead to his brothers death, he was disowned as hell. Also he was like 25 or something idk i haven’t got the lore down in stone as of yet.

He was taken care of in hospital for way longer than the average person would be, since he didn’t have any friends really. He studied with Colress in Kalos but didn’t contact him out of a fear of being perceived as weak. he got his money from his fathers will, but was written out of his mothers.

Also the deino who killed his brother? he kept it! he saw the power it held in its anger, and was determined to learn to harness it. 5 decades later, boom. Hydreigon.

[samaraxmorgan]

Hello it is me, the Yap Anon but in my true form, before I yapped again I drew some eyes and i wanted to share them because I think the colors are cool.

NOW TIME TO YAP, OK SO I KNOW I KEEP GIVING YOU LIKE SUGGESTIVE-ISH IDEAS SO YOU GET AN ANGSTY ONE, SO WHAT IF HEAR ME OUT HERE, WE COME HOME FROM A LONG DAY AT WORK TO FIND SUKUNA OPENING THE DOOR AND WE LOOK AT EACH OTHER BEFORE SUKUNA SAYS 'Where the hell have you been?!' WHICH SHOCKS US BEFORE WE REPLY SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 'Work' AND SUKUNA MUMBLES SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH ABOUT OUR JOB WORKING US TO DEATH AND HE TAKES OUR HAND (How scandalous) AND BRINGS US INSIDE SETTING US ON THE COUCH BEFORE SCOLDING US FOR NOT TEXTING HIM WHERE WE WERE AND WE RESPOND WITH SOMETHING LIKE 'Why would you care' OR 'it's not like you'd notice or care' WHICH MAKES SUKUNA MAD SO HE GRABS OUR FACE AND MAKES US LOOK INTO HIS EYES WHILE HE SAYS 'I do care, no matter how much it seems I don't I care, please, don't worry me like that again' AND WE'RE JUST SPEECHLESS BECAUSE WTF SUKUNA CARES ABOUT US AND WE GAWK AT HIM BEFORE COMPOSING OURSELVES AND HUG, PLUS SNUGGLING AS A TREAT BECAUSE :3

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS STRUNG TOGETHER HORRIBLLY BUT I THINK IT'S SUCH A FUN IDEA FOR SOME SILLY ANGST, I'M SORRY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.

REMEMBER HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT :DDDD

HELLO BABE GOOD TO SEE U AGAINNNNN!!! True form I LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUU <3 and I loveeeee the drawings they look SO COOL!! The colors are so nice I love it!!

AAAAAA HIM BEING SO LOWKEY POSSESSIVEEEEE!!!!! SOOOO I have a very similar thing coming in a part soon!!!! We’re out in the city with him and we lose our phone and he spends HOURS trying to find us hehehehe :) he’s so MAD when he finally tracks us down but it’s just because he was worried fucking sickkkkkk

Ugh the idea of him shit talking our job I love it askalakk <3 I used to work at a place that treated me like SHIT and I knowwww he would fucking storm in there and curse my old boss out!!! King!!! And also I bet he HATES us having to stay late and work overtime because he’s always secretly staying up waiting for us to get home, both bc he wants to spend more time with us but also because he wants to make sure we’re safe!! I bet after something like this he would ~casually~ suggest downloading Life 360 ASKAKKAKS

God I know he was pacing around the apartment constantly checking the time watching as we were supposed to be home at one time but then an hour goes by, and another, and ANOTHER and he’s losing his MIND thinking something happened to us. I’m not gonna get too into it bc I don’t wanna spoil BUT I have his backstory planned out and let’s just say… he’s not exactly accustomed to regular every day jobs and he’s also VERY afraid of losing the people he cares about. So the first time we stay late at work he’s in a full PANIC

He doesn’t mean to lash out, but he tends to show fear through anger. We think he’s being over dramatic, unreasonable, but he’s got past trauma that we’re not aware of; and believe me he IS relieved that we’re okay, but his emotions are running HIGH and he’s having a hard time keeping them contained.

And when we ask him why he would care he’s stunned into silence. His mind is running, because how could we POSSIBLY think he doesn’t care? How bad has he been with showing us how important we are to him? Do we really think he doesn’t value us? He’s always been a firm believer that actions speak louder than words, but for once he realizes that he’s gonna need to communicate verbally, as much as it kills him to do so.

He’s not exactly graceful with his words, but we can tell that he’s TRYING. His hands cupping our cheeks to keep our gaze locked on his and the look in his eyes is so serious, so genuine. He DOES worry about us, he DOES care for us, and he tries so hard to hide it because he hates being vulnerable, but for us it’s worth it <3 We give him a hug and he squeezes us a little too tight that it hurts, he waits a little too long to let go, his fingers linger a little too much on our skin, and the look he gives us is a little too close to lovestruck, but how could we be sure?

And I got a LITTLE TOO carried away ASSKAKAK ANYWAYYYY!!!! If u couldn’t tell I LOVED this idea hehe

I hope you have a wonderful day :) !!!!

[computerwives]

how do i hold the long spoon?

do you remember that tweet from 2020, or maybe 2016, that was like 

“i don’t know how to explain to you that you should care about other people”

?

i feel like’ve ricocheted off of an attempt to explain why one should care about others every 6 months, my entire adult life.

my pattern of approach has been to try reading some ethics text or another for a few weeks, with growing embarrassment about my search for a concrete answer to something that i should just fucking get (as a human, because it’s not something that needs to be proven to be done), until i finally surrender theory for a direct-action nonanswer like buying groceries for old people. 

it’s honestly not hard to get it and just do it. i’m sure this feeling is part of why some people do crazy shit like eat vegan, volunteer at hospice facilities, or go to med school to work in the baby ER. i think leaving it unexplored is fine, possibly even better than fine, because it would really suck to discover something that puts you off altruism. but, like, how can one resist thinking about it?

personally, my “reaching” of “maturity” has been the result of haphazardly staking out social and ethical boundaries that align with “values” i’ve found, inherited, or inherited but thought i found (secret third type). when i demonstrated to myself that i could pick them up and move them with me, throughout different social contexts, like a crinoline defining the shape of my character, i actually did feel quite mature. but i’m actually hugely naive and toddler-like in almost every way, even those in which i feel accomplished.

i’m kinda old-ish now (some scoff, some nod as if i am brave), and i’m not so easily embarrassed by myself any more, which is the first blush of boomer ruin, so i was thinking i could write about what i think, as i think it, publicly, on the internet. it sounds fucking insane as i type it.

although i loved reading smart adult’s blogs in the early 2000s, it is my firm opinion that nobody should ever post. horrifyingly, some of my smartest friends do it now. if it’s my fate now, as an adult, to debase myself, why not do it up?

i’m tagging everything i post with #longspoon, so i can: a) easily delete it all when i get embarrassed or cancelled; b) (with hubris) tag it all for RSS; c) (hubris fading to trepidation) keep this blog organized if i ever post other types of things.

why “long spoon”?

before i explain this, i want to just say 2 things. 

that i don’t buy “heaven” or “hell” as scenarios. i believe only hell is real, we are all living in it right now, and it’s actually not as bad as you hear (but it still sucks a lot).

that this will not be brief so take a bathroom break now.

not the onion.

there isn’t a single parable-form telling of it online that doesn’t reek of clinically uncool self-help language. here’s my version:

basically, imagine a banquet table laid with the most succulent soup-feast imaginable. we’re talking stew, soup dumplings, matzo ball soup, pot pie filling, everything good and hot you can eat with a spoon. but the people seated at this banquet are gaunt and starving. they are unable to eat the soup, because the spoons they’ve been given are too long to reach to their own mouths.  here you might ask, “why not simply choke up on the spoon handle so it functions as a shorter one?” shut up, and get out of my temple, that’s why! for some reason they cannot do that. neither can they reach the soup with their bare hands, or faces. maybe they get a few bites that way, but it doesn’t really work to nourish them.  “but why do they have these impractical spoons?” here is the moment where jesus or buddha or lord siddhartha twists his nasty little face into a grinch smile because you’ve asked him just the question he was hoping for. the spoons are not supposed to be used for feeding oneself. they aren’t meant to be used that way. in the 90s, don norman would have passed by and pointed out that the spoon’s long handle is clearly an affordance which telegraphs its purpose*. (nowadays he is either cancelled or explaining that it is actually called a signifier and an affordance is something else, thus justifying his book’s sustained $30 price tag.) the guests at this banquet are too fucking selfish and hangry to read affordances. they do not understand that they are meant to use their long-handled spoons to feed the person across the table from them, who in turn is meant to feed them. i don’t think anyone is seated at the head or foot of the table. if so, they have extra special long spoon handles which are arched in some manner. this is not a fun banquet.

for our purposes, we’re gonna stay away from that. i don’t think the heavenly version of the banquet exists. it’s more an architectural rendering of how a long-utensil-style banquet could potentially work, given enough budget. 

[rainbow-starheart]

Letter/Speech to Proshippers:

Dear Proshippers,

I want to begin by saying that as an anti I will never understand or align myself with your perspective when it comes to shipping minor x adult or other forms of inappropriate content. My beliefs are firm in this area, and I cannot support or condone those actions. I still stand against the idea that such content should be normalized, as I believe it can cause harm and send dangerous messages, even if unintentionally.

However, I also recognize that continuing this conflict, this endless back-and-forth, will only lead to more harm for everyone involved. As much as I disagree with the choices that some of you make, I acknowledge that these are your choices. You have the right to engage with your content as you see fit, just as I have the right to stand against it.

But let me be clear: while you may continue to deny it, fiction always has an effect on reality. Whether we want to admit it or not, the things we create, share, and consume shape the way we view the world. And when it comes to shipping minors with adults or other forms of content that involve harmful or abusive themes, there are consequences—both intended and unintended. The creative freedom that you may defend can sometimes open the door for dangerous people to justify real-world harm. I’m not accusing anyone directly, but I am urging you to be mindful of the impact your creations may have on others, especially vulnerable individuals.

That being said, I also respect your right to make your own choices. If this is truly what you want, if this is what you believe in, then it is yours to own. I will no longer interfere in the same aggressive way that I once did. I realize that this constant conflict is draining and does nothing but create further division. We may not agree, but I will respect your right to live your life as you choose.

However, I want to warn you: you must be careful. If you continue down this path, there are consequences that may come when others challenge your beliefs or when the wider community reacts. You may not see it now, but the impact can ripple out in ways you may not have intended, especially as society grows more aware of the harm certain actions can cause.

To those of you who disagree with me—who don’t share my values—please, I ask that you respect my stance as I respect yours. I will not tolerate accusations of grooming or malicious intent simply because we do not share the same views on fiction or shipping. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but it’s important that we do not escalate things into unnecessary conflict.

I know that our disagreement may never be fully resolved, and I accept that. You have your life, your choices, and your beliefs, and I have mine. But I ask that you remain cautious in how you navigate this space. Please consider the long-term effects of your choices on those around you. It is your life to lead, and ultimately, it is your fate to face when the time comes. But just as I stand by my values, I ask that you take responsibility for the consequences of your actions.

Let us end this battle here. Let us live our lives in peace, respecting each other's boundaries, and allowing each person to choose their own path.

Thank you for understanding.

[olko71]

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AI boss Sam Altman ousted after board loses confidence

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By Zoe Kleinman

Technology reporter

Sam Altman has been ousted as the head of artificial intelligence firm OpenAI by the company’s board, which said it had lost confidence in his ability to lead the company.

The board said Mr Altman had not been “consistently candid with his communications”, hindering its ability to exercise its responsibilities.

The 38-year-old helped launch OpenAI, which is behind the ChatGPT bot.

Mr Altman had become one of the most high-profile figures in the industry.

In a statement the board said it was grateful for Mr Altman’s contributions but that members believed new leadership was necessary.

“The board no longer has confidence in his ability to continue leading OpenAI,” the company said, citing “a deliberative review process by the board, which concluded that he was not consistently candid in his communications with the board, hindering its ability to exercise its responsibilities”.

It is not clear what he is alleged to not have been candid about.

On social media, Mr Altman wrote that he had loved his time at the company.

“It was transformative for me personally, and hopefully the world a little bit. Most of all I loved working with such talented people,” he wrote.

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According to OpenAI co-founder Greg Brockman, it all took place over hastily-organised Google Meet video conference calls.

Mr Brockman – who was himself dismissed from the board a few minutes later and then resigned from the company – said both men were “shocked and saddened” by the news.

He said they were “still trying to figure out exactly what happened” but claimed in a post on X, formerly known as Twitter, that the whole drama unfolded in a matter of hours.

They sat on the company’s relatively small board of just six executives. It is unusual for such a tight team to take such a dramatic decision so quickly, which begs the question: was it personal?

OpenAI is widely seen to be a company at its peak, with lucrative investment pouring in, and ChatGPT – which was launched almost exactly one year ago – is used by millions.

Mr Altman has been the face of the firm’s rise. More than that, he is seen by many as the face of the industry more widely.

He testified before a US Congress hearing to discuss the opportunities and risks created by the new technology, and also at the world’s first AI Safety Summit, held in the UK at the beginning of November.

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The outpouring of support from Silicon Valley bosses shows that he enjoyed the support of the tech industry.

On social media, former Google boss Eric Schmidt called Mr Altman “a hero of mine” and said that he had “changed our collective world forever”.

“I can’t wait to see what he does next. I, and billions of people, will benefit from his future work- it’s going to be simply incredible,” he wrote.

There will be a lot of interest in whatever that next move is – and many will be waiting to see if Mr Altman is angry enough to talk about being dumped by the company he helped create.

He has promised he will have “more to say about what’s next later”.

But it doesn’t appear he’s poised to lift the lid on his departure just yet, even writing on X to advise OpenAI’s remaining board members to “go after me for the full value of my shares” if he gets into a public row with them.

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Mr Brockman announced he had quit his role at the company following Mr Altman’s ousting.

In a statement posted X, Mr Brockman said: “I’m super proud of what we’ve all built together since starting in my apartment eight years ago.

“We’ve been through tough and great times together, accomplishing so much despite all the reasons it should have been impossible. But based on today’s news, I quit.”

He said he would continue to “believe in the mission of creating safe AGI that benefits all of humanity”.

OpenAI started in 2015 as a non-profit. It restructured in 2019 and is now backed by Microsoft, which has invested billions.

Just weeks ago, OpenAI was reportedly in talks to sell shares in the company to investors at a price that would value it at more than $80bn (£64bn).

The company said its board members -who include an OpenAI chief scientist, the head of popular question and answer app Quora, and an AI researcher affiliated with Georgetown University – did not have shares in the firm and that their fundamental governance responsibility was to “advance OpenAI’s mission and preserve the principles of its Charter”.

The company said chief technology officer, Mira Murati, would take over as interim chief, effective immediately, while the board searches for a permanent replacement.

ChatGPT is known for its ability to respond to prompts from users with human-like text, images and videos.

Hundreds of millions of people have tried it out, and many are now regularly using it to help them do their jobs and study – to consternation in some cases, like teachers facing essays written by the bot and people worried for their jobs.

The company has also faced legal action from writers who say the bot developed its abilities by harvesting their work, in violation of copyright law.

Billionaire Elon Musk, who with Mr Altman was one of the founding co-chairs of OpenAI, has also criticised it for straying from its non-profit roots.

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[tiredneutron]

Honestly mood on that first answer, I have a pretty severe “resting tired face” XD

The three most valuable qualities I would look for in my “dream partner” would probably be:

1) A shared faith to myself. I believe that partners can have differing beliefs and respect each others opinions, but I think faith specifically is one that should be a shared belief. There’s a lot of guiding principles and other things that faith affects in the way we live and I think that having a partner who doesn’t share those is something that can easily create issues in a relationship. It’s also something that’s addressed within my faith as something that is not encouraged for the above reasons, so this is also me adhering to that

2) being a friend. I think that the strongest romantic relationships I’ve seen were started as fierce friendships, and so I think being able to count your partner as a close friend is important. Having that connection prior to the relationship is something I think is a huge benefit because it establishes things that make a really strong foundation to build on.

3) I think of this one as sensibility? As much as spontaneity and recklessness can be fun, I think having a partner who addresses the realities of life and works with you to meet and exceed those is critical. Being able to create a firm footing for ourselves as a couple both financially, socially, etc. can allow for spontaneity without it being a detriment. Life has demands unfortunately but being able to work as a team and make a plan is a characteristic of a long lasting relationship

Whoo boy that one was a doozy, great question! Though there you go again with the three-in-one ask XD I’ll have to try returning the favour

My birth month is November, which I’m comfortable enough sharing. Though if you start asking for thinks like “my mothers maiden name” or “the name of the primary school I attended” I may take issue with it XD

I’m not sure if you mean my monetarily most valuable possession or my most sentimentally valuable possession? I’ll just go with the vibe of the question I guess

The thing I personally value the most would be one of a few things I guess? I’d have to say either the bass guitar my family got me last month as a birthday gift, or the leather jacket my Dad gave me that was his when he was my age, at least at the time he gave it to me. There’s other things I could list but those are what come to mind immediately ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s something you don’t often tell people?

What are three songs you’d recommend for me to listen to?

Has there been a poem/phrase that’s stuck with you since you heard it? For example I have two of Robert Frosts poems that I’ll not forget - “The road not taken” and “Dust of snow”

Also bonus question because I’m curious - what name do you think of me as? Do you think of my whole handle “tiredneutron” or have you adapted some other nickname since we started talking? I shorten yours to just “music” most of the time :)

@musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

Absolutely we can start a new threat, that last one was getting a bit unmanageable XD Picture at the top is mostly for my benefit…

My biggest accomplishment? That’s… a lot to think about? I dunno it’s either the fact that I finished high school with an actually good grade or the fact that I’ve pretty much finished my uni without failing any units. I think my sense of accomplishment is very education/progress centred so it’s not as easy to think of stuff outside that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I mean I know it’s probably cliche but honestly I don’t think I go many days without music. It’s honestly such a constant for me because it helps me focus when I need to work and it also helps me keep my auditory sensitivity in check. On top of that music is one of the easiest ways for me to actually feel my emotions because I’ve a bad habit of both only thinking about them and bottling them up. That’s not to mention the fact that I enjoy playing music a ton, so… yeah it’d have to be that for me

I’d love to see that one moment where Greek philosophers were debating how to categorise man and one suggested “featherless biped” so Diogenes ran in the room holding a plucked chicken saying “BEHOLD! A Man” because I honestly think their reactions would have been Hilarious

What’s your go to fast food place? If you don’t get fast food often then takeaway meals or something like that works too

Have you ever broken any bones? Is there a story behind it? (Again skip if not comfortable with this)

What is an activity in your city/area that you love going to? (Cinema, paintball, escape room, etc)

@musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

[billfarrah]

People really don’t get Simon’s character imo. He has a lot of integrity and a really firm moral compass, for better or for worse, sometimes he can be self-righteous, that’s part of his character and imo, part of the reason Wille was attracted to him in the first place. It’s sad people can’t appreciate it like Wille does. I know people love the sacrifice everything for love type of characters but it’s just not realistic sometimes.

I agree. Simon is such a beautiful and nuanced character, but there are a lot of viewers who just take things at face value and don’t really try to dig deeper. Simon is not very verbally expressive and sometimes he can get defensive and say the opposite of how he truly feels, but any ounce of critical thinking makes it clear what he actually feels.

I also think the ending does a beautiful job showing that while sometimes we may be willing to sacrifice something for love, it doesn’t mean it’s the right decision. Wille was willing to give up the crown for Simon and give it to August, but was that the right decision? No, especially because of the type of person that August is. Simon was willing to be a secret for two years, but was that the right decision? Maybe it would’ve been worth it in the end, but should Simon have to let go of his principles? Wille certainly didn’t believe so.

That’s what’s so great about the ending - Wille said no, fuck that, I’m not gonna let you be a secret, AND I’m not letting August take over. Their relationship can work - they just need to break a few traditions and protocol for it to happen.

[houseofbrat]

FROM 11 MONTHS AGO:

My friend works in PR in L.A. and while he hasn't said anything about potential Netflix/Spotify litigation, the rest tracks with what he's said. No one wants to work with them, they've burned every bridge either by running their mouths (true A-Listers value privacy, not Oprah tell alls), or by making "ridiculous demands and forgetting where she came from".  There's also something going on with her getting stylist/designer/retailer freebies. It sounds like they've been iced out of receiving those, too.

[AND]

My source is a film producer. It annoys the fuck out of him when I ask him for dirt because he says she's "a non-entity and a fucking literally-screaming-at-the-moon lunatic," but lately he's been texting me dirt without even being asked. I think it's all coming faster and more furiously these days.

I too have heard that she is struggling to find brands who will even let her merch their designs now, so that's another one of her final fallback cashcows that have dried up and it is making her even more desperate than usual. She apparently still takes no responsibility and is impervious to the idea that she is not A-list (in fact, she acts like she is better than A-list), and she is reportedly conpletely bewildered about why she is so unpopular with us plebes. Also my source was in fact being literal when he said she is a screaming-at-the-moon lunatic. Apparently (and allegedly) she was picked up off the street in the middle of a raging temper tantrum by either the police or her security detail. I'm not clear on whether that happened since they've been in the Montecito house or a while ago, so take that (and all) info with that in mind. In fact, there's confusion about whether or not either of them are even in that house any more, so... nothing is straightforward with this woman. I jokingly told my source to drive by the property and check it out, and he said, "Coke... I actually do have boundaries. Plus it would take a fucking hour and a half to drive up to Montecito and trust me, she's not worth it."

Yes!  This all tracks with my friend in PR. He was also disinterested as first, now he offers things. A couple months ago he said, "did you know she screams at people? Insert my name, she literally screams at people". He seemed shocked, and he's been there for 20 yrs, used to work for Disney, prior to that a firm with several old school A-listers who I always assumed were incredibly high maintaince, so this must've been bad for it to shock him.

[AND]

Yep! Same here with the increasing messages and increased interest. He admitted to understanding now why I've been so fascinated with this. She apparently makes your standard A-list Diva look like Shirley Temple. Ask your PR friend if he has heard anything about her being actually physically violent. Someone told my source that they heard that Harry has been seen with scratches and bruises. On. His. Face. ALLEGEDLY. Now that is at least three levels of hearsay, but given what we've heard about her behavior in Australia and over the Givenchy dress fittings, etc. I'm inclined to believe it. To me it seems like the puzzle pieces are coming together, and they are all showing the same picture.

[helpforihavefallen]

Do you have any Jesse headcanons?

Jesse makes me feel something and i’m not completely comfortable with this fact. Help i’m falling.

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- Jesse is the middle child. Enough said about that.

- Growing up he didn’t get much attention from his parents unless of course he fucked up somehow. They were quite traditional family and his dad wanted him to play sports. But he was talented in different things like music and arts.

- It did affect their relationship a lot, they fought and his dad had a daily basis to call him a disappointment or compare him to his big brother who was athletic superstar to them.

- After he moved away from home for the art school their relationship did get better. They’re still distant but his parents came to watch one of their first concerts to show their support to him.

- Yes there were a lot of crying and hugging afterwards.

- Now away from the feels- this man cannot function without coffee.

- It has become so bad that even T is worried that Jesse might actually be more coffee than a person nowadays.

- He practices poses infront of a mirror on a daily basis, also flirts with himself. Robaire caught him once doing this and Jesse paid him 50 big ones to keep him quiet.

- The king of self-love, some people could find it a bit narcissistic when he’s boasting about himself but damn he’s just proud how far he has come. 

- Firm believer in inner beauty.

- Jesse has a resting smug face. Or more commonly known as shit eating grin

- He cannot stand sticky food.

- On the other hand he has a serious sweet tooth and you are most likely gonna find him snacking around the studio.

- Jesse is actually surprisingly competitive. He does not like to be bested and will go just about any lenght to come out on top. He would be willing to go through some humiliating just to win.

- But he is warmhearted and caring individual. He’s a good listener and you can tell him anything without fear of mockery.

- Also quite laid-back and he rarely gets mad at people or raises his voice.

- Does not like working out. Aaron Z always tries to get him to workout with him, but Jesse is a good liar and excellent at making excuses. Sometimes his excuses does get a bit...rushed. “I’ll tell you why i can’t work out right after...i run away really quick.”

- Jesse copes with bad days by rewatching studio ghibli movies. He first got introduced to them by Taeyoung (they’re his favorites fight me) and now Jesse watches them religiously with the youngest member. It always makes him feel better no matter what.

- He’s the type to deal with his problems alone. He doesn’t like to feel like he’s bothering people with his worries and feelings so he usually shuts down whenever something is troubling him. Yes this way of acting comes directly from his childhood.

- He has the worst case of bed hair. It will stick in every possible direction imaginable to a man. 

- It takes a whole hour as he fights to get his hair the way he wants it to look.

- Jesse values his alone time a lot. Even when the band is on a tour, he’ll go in the back of the tour bus with his trusty pillow and just flops down reading or sketching. He’ll also bring his headphones with him and refuses to remove them from his head.

- He makes A LOT of mixtapes to every occasion. And i mean every occasion. It has become one of his hobbies at this point and he’s always giving them to the guys. They’re always full of their favorite songs and songs Jesse thinks that they might like.

- He gets cold ALL THE TIME. He has no idea why but this is the reason why he’s the worlds biggest snuggler. Professional snuggler as he says. So naturally he’s not too keen on winters.

- Not the bravest let’s be honest. He got jumpscared by a toaster once.And what makes it worse is that Jesse cries very easily when he’s scared.

- He tends to forget the world around him whenever he’s working on his art, which makes him vulnerable for Aaron T and his antics. Not only has he scared Jesse multiple times to the point where the oldest one was prepared to bury him 6 feet under but also to the point where the clay he has been working on has been sent flying to the nearest window, breaking it.

- Falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. Even in mid sentence. If he’s going to sleep he’ll be lights out in a matter of seconds. It’s a blessing and a curse.

- He lets Taeyoung paint his nails a lot, he would never admit it but he thinks they look so cool. And it gives him more time to spend time with Taeyoung in general.

- That being said he has a soft spot for the youngest. 

- Jesse and Robaire definitely has weird inside jokes nobody else gets and they don’t even question it anymore. 

- (I’m staying away from the kid headcanons)

- But how funny it’d be if the kids were actually just two big dogs like great danes and he just talks about them like they were his children.

- T and Robaire would probably offer to babysit them not knowing the fact that they are dogs and when they see them they’re like “????They’re dogs?”

- “Of course they’re dogs what else would they be?”

- All i’m gonna say is that the kids are definitely twins.

[mandos-sluts]

The Apology

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, dubious consent, degradation, daddy kink, dirty talk, alcohol consumption

Summary: You cause Mando’s negotiation to break down seek a way to make it up to him

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You and Mando have been working as partner bounty hunters for about six months. The two of you just apprehended and turned in a bounty that was incredibly difficult to catch. But Mando was especially driven to catch her not because the price on her head was super high (though it was), but because there was a possibility the two of you would be able to collect the payout in beskar. The agency that put the bounty on her has a considerable reserve of beskar, and Mando has heard that they have paid out in beskar before.

The two of you arrive at the cantina where you’ve arranged to meet with a representative from the firm to negotiate your payment. You are exhausted and extra irritable— that bounty put up a grueling fight. You and Mando slide into a booth as a waiter approaches your table.

“Your strongest spotchka please.” You tell the waiter.

Mando turns his head and looks at you. “Y/n.” He says in a low, warning tone.

“What, Mando? We just turned in a bounty which we spent over a week hunting. I’m allowed to have a drink.”

The waiter returns with your drink and it’s gone within the minute. You set your empty glass on the table as a frail middle-aged man walks up to your booth.

Mando rises eagerly to his feet. “Hello sir, thank you for coming.” He says, shaking his hand. You don’t bother to stand, instead offering him a silent smile. You and Mando are partners, but this whole beskar exchange is his forte, and you’re fine with letting him take the lead.

“I understand that you would like to negotiate for your payment to be in beskar.” The man says sitting across from you and Mando.

“That’s correct sir. Thank you for meeting with us.” Mando returns. You’ve never seen him be so polite and formal with someone before.

“My consortium pays out in beskar very rarely. And that is typically only when the value of the Imperial Credit or the Calamari Flan are especially volatile. But both currencies are stable right now, why should we pay you with our limited beskar reserves?”

Mando begins his argument. *see gif* You pretty much zone out, slouched beside him. You know he’s saying something about how beskar is sacred to Mandalorians and how the amount you’re willing to accept in beskar is much less than they would pay you guys in a different form.

“Well, we would like to be in good standing with you.” You hear the man say as you zone back in. “And you must be one hell of a bounty hunter if you’re able to afford escorts as young and pretty as her.” The man says pointing at you. “Maybe I'll use the credits we don’t pay you to pick one of them young things up for myself.”

You lift your head and sit up straight. Being a woman bounty hunter, you get sexist comments like this all of the time. You usually ignore them, especially in high-pressure situations like this. However, you downed that spotchka you ordered and the alcohol is overriding the voice in your head that tells you to keep your mouth shut.

“I’m not a sex worker, I’m his hunting partner.” You assert, completely unamused.

“Hahahaha oh that’s cute. Sure you are, sweetheart.” The man cackles.

“And ya know….you probably wouldn’t need to pay women to be around you if you weren’t such a creepy pervert.” You say harshly.

Instant regret.

The tone in the booth immediately shifts. Shock and offense cover the man’s face.

“...Excuse me?” He says slowly rising from his seat with his palms on the table.

Mando quickly stands. “Sir, I’m sorry, she didn’t mean that. Please we–”

“Who the hell do you think you are?! You come in here asking for a favor and then disrespect me!?” The man yells down at you. “Here!” He tosses a bag of coins on the table. “Enjoy your Imperial credits!” He spits before turning and storming away.

“Wait sir, the beskar–” Mando pleads, but the man is already out the door.

You feel the guilt rise in your stomach. “Fuck! Mando I’m so sor–”

“Shut up. Let’s go.”

“Mando wait let me go talk to hi–”

“Let’s go!” He barks at you, making you jump.

You spend the walk back to the Crest profusely apologizing to Mando. He stays silent and doesn’t even acknowledge you. He’s walking so fast you’re running to keep up with him.

You desperately seek a response from him, but Mando enters the ship without saying a word. He makes his way up the ladder and you follow.

“Mando! I fucked up, I’m really sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I know how important recovering beskar is to you, and I’m so sorry. I was drunk and….and I’m so so sorry!” You plead as your eyes fill with tears.

“Mando.” You beg, voice cracking as tears begin rolling down your face, “Please, please say something.” You cry as you pull on his arm. He yanks away from you and walks silently into the cockpit.

Mando has been livid with you before. You guys have engaged in plenty of screaming matches throughout your six months working together. They typically stem from you doing things he doesn’t think are safe, or the two of you disagreeing on what strategy you should employ to catch a bounty. But you’ve never seen him like this before. He’s more upset than angry; he’s disappointed. So much so that he doesn’t even want to yell at you. This is his creed, his religion, his people’s stolen commodity, and you just fucked up a chance for him to get some of it back.

Mando sits down in the pilot’s chair. You’re standing in the door to the cockpit behind him.

You take a deep breath. Your eyes are glossy and streaks of tears stain your cheeks. “Is–is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Mando spins around in his chair so that he is facing you. “Yeah.” He says shortly.

Your eyes widened. “W-what is it?”

“Get on your knees.” Mando says in a low, rough voice.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get on your knees.”

Your knees shake as you slowly lower yourself to the floor. You sit on your knees and stare up at Mando with wide eyes and a confused desperate look.

“Take your hair down and take your dress off.” He commands flatly.

“Um, wh–”

“Are you gonna make me tell you again?” He interrupts you.

You pull your hair tie out of your hair, letting it fall down past your shoulders. You look up at Mando sitting in the chair, and see that he’s rubbing an unmistakable bulge over his pants.

Arousal shoots through your core and you can feel your panties become damp. He takes off his gloves and drops them to the floor. You begin slowly unbuttoning your dress, and Mando unbuttons his pants, removing his hard thick cock as he stares at you. He starts slowly stroking his length with his hand, sitting there, unapologetically watching you undress on your knees in front of him.

You can’t believe what’s happening. You’ve fantasized about Mando almost every night since you became a team, but you never envisioned something like this.

You pull your dress over your head and set it down on the cold metal floor next to you. You weren’t wearing a bra, so you’re completely naked except for a thong. Mando stands up and starts slowly creeping toward you, his cock in hand. Your head tilts higher and higher as he nears you with your gaze on his visor.

He stops when he’s standing directly above you, pumping his cock just inches away from your face which is still fresh with tears.

“M-Mando, I–”

“Shut up.” He snaps, grabbing your chin with his other hand. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “I only want your mouth open if my cock is in it.” He pulls your face toward his member and you instinctively part your lips as Mando pushes it into your mouth.

You’re in shock by what’s happening, but you manage to gather your composure and you begin sucking his dick. In any other situation, you would tease him by licking his length or starting only with the tip, but you figure it’s best to jump right in.

“Fuck.” Mando says under his breath, surprised at how readily you started bobbing your head.

You take a deep breath through your nose and move one of your hands to his thigh to steady yourself and the other to the bottom of his shaft and move it up and down along with your head.

Mando’s breathing picks up. “You’re such a fuckin brat.” He spits, weaving his hand into your hair on the back of your head.

You swirl your tongue around his tip and begin to take more of his length. “F-fuck your mouth feels so good.” Mando breaths out.

You let out a whimper and look up into his visor. His words encourage you to bob your head faster.

“Shit, y/n. You’re sucking my cock better than I thought you could. You do this a lot before, little slut?”

You feel arousal shoot to your pussy at the vulgar things that he— your hunting partner, your colleague— is saying to you. You can feel that your panties are soaked.

Mando’s grip on your hair tightens and he begins thrusting his hips. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about shoving you to your knees and forcing my cock into that annoying mouth of yours?”

Breathing through your nose, you try your best not to gag as you let him take control. You want to show Mando how good you are at this— how much you can satisfy him.You bring your hand up and start kneading his balls, and Mando grunts. He can’t believe how submissive you’re being.

“Pfft, you’re a– a desperate little whore, letting– letting me fuck this delicate little throat of yours.” Mando says between thrusts. “You know you could tell me to stop, but you like this don’t you? You like being treated like a slut.”

You let out a pathetic whimper, signalling how right he was. You love that Mando is using you and fucking out his frustrations on you.

“Bet your panties are soaking wet.” Mando says. He takes his cock out of your mouth and grabs your upper arms. “In fact, let's see.” He says as he pulls you up off your feet. Mando sits down in the pilot’s chair and throws you over his lap.

Your head is near the ground and your ass is perched up on his lap. Mando spreads your ass cheeks apart and peers down at the drenched thin fabric covering your pussy. He grabs the top of your thong and wraps it around his hand. He pulls it up, making the fabric pull against your clit. You let out a yelp but he doesn’t relent, pulling it so hard until it snaps. He tosses the stretched broken panties to the ground and gazes down at your glistening, soaking wet cunt.

“Ha. I knew it. Fuck. Look at this desperate pussy.” Mando runs his middle finger through your folds. “Poor little girl. That why you’re being such a brat? Huh? You needed someone to fill your neglected little hole?”

Without warning, Mando plunges his middle finger into your hole and starts pumping it fast. Your mouth opens and whines begin to fall from your lips. Mando’s other hand slaps your ass. And you scream out. He spanks you a few more times, each harder than the one before.

The sounds of your whimpers, the sounds of his hand striking your soft skin, and the sounds of your obscenely wet pussy gushing as his fingers pump it fill the otherwise silent cockpit.

“Fuck your pussy is tight, y/n.” Mando spits. “You did such a good job with my cock in your mouth, let’s see how your pussy takes it.” He says flipping you around so that you are straddling him.

“Mando, I-I don’t know if it’s gonna fit!” You cry as you bring your hand down to cover your hole.

“I’m gonna make it fit.” Mando growls back, shoving your hand away and lining his member up with your entrance. But then, noticing the genuine worry in your eyes, he changes his tone.

“Come on, baby girl, open up for me.” Mando purrs softly. With his hands on your hips, he slowly guides your hips down so that just his tip enters you. He can feel your body relax.

You let out a breath and stare deeply into his visor, your hands are wrapped around his neck. You begin moving up and down his length, each time taking more of it into you as your moans become louder and your mouth falls open.

Mando lets out a grunt once his cock is fully engulfed by your walls. He can’t help but thrust his hips up as you begin to pick up your pace. Your moans become screams as his harsh thrusts upward coincide perfectly with the drop of your hips.

Mando is driving deep into your cunt as fast as he can. He moves one of his hands to your throat and squeezes it. “You– you gonna behave now, you little brat?”

“Y-yes, daddy.” You whimper back.

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl for me?” Mando says as he aggressively spanks your ass.

All you can do at this point is nod in response. Your mouth agape and uncontrollable wails fall from your lips.

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Letting me fuck the shit out of this prestine cunt of yours. Calling your partner daddy. Do it again.” He commands. “Call me daddy.”

“Daddy! D-daddy please– please don’t stop.” You cry out, gripping his shoulders and neck for dear life.

“Fuck, this pussy is– is so good. I might just have you sit on my cock while I– while I pilot the fucking ship.” Mando says.

He moves his hand back down to your waist and pushes your back so that he’s holding you up against him. His cold beskar feels so good against your nipples. Mando starts thrusting even faster and his grip on you tightens as he feels his orgasm approaching. Then Mando abruptly lifts you off his lap and drops you onto your knees in front of him. He stands up, pumping his member with his hand.

He’s panting. “I’m gonna cum on that pretty face of yours.”

You close your eyes and stick out your tongue, just as you feel Mando’s warm juices rain onto your face. “Ahhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk.” He moans, looking down at your docile expression as he paints your skin with his cum.

“You look good like this.” Mando says with a slight chuckle as he bends down. He runs his thumb across your chin and then puts it in your mouth. You obediently suck his finger before he pops it out and grabs you a rag.

You wipe your face off. “Mando, I’m sorry.” You say flatly.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry too.” He says sincerely. “That guy was an asshole.”

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Nasty shiggy playing video games with his captive hc

Okay, you asked for it. I’m not responsible for what’s about to go down here. All the usual trigger warnings for dubcon and noncon ahead. You guys know the deal already. 

Alright, so for starters, we all know this dude is a total nerd. I know some folks don’t believe that he hangs around playing video games for hours on end pre-Kamino disaster, but for the sake of this ask and my lust, we’re going to pretend he does. 

Shigaraki is kind of a jack of all trades when it comes to gaming. His steam account has more games on it than he could possibly ever play in a lifetime, but he likes to have them regardless because he never knows where his whims are going to take him. He enjoys extreme turn based strategy for when he wants to feel intelligent (or smarter than other people at dominating), sandbox games for when he feels like running around and causing general mayhem, hack and slash for mindless slaughter, online for the rare times he feels like being cooperative, etc. Sometimes he plays those stupid shock value games that only exist to be controversial, sometimes he plays horror just to say ‘fuck you’ to the developer because he can sit through the whole thing with a straight face and steady 70 bpm. 

He’s good. He’s very good. He’s a quick thinker and gets the hang of things very quickly. There’s not very many games out there that he can’t beat with relative ease, and those ones are usually ones he just flat out doesn’t enjoy. 

When Shigaraki takes his beloved and spirits them away to his room, it’s very quickly apparent that he’s a nasty little gamer boy. If you’ve ever met a nasty little gamer boy, this adds a whole new level of terror to the “Oh God I’ve been kidnapped” factor by way of “Oh God I’ve been kidnapped by one of those guys”. 

Eventually he’s gunna get sick of you just sitting there watching him play (more accurately, desperately thinking of an escape plan while he clicks and taps away). He likes it at first because in a twisted way, he wants to impress you with his skill, but he’s a nasty little shithead who wants to watch you squirm, and the closer you are to him, the more you squirm. 

He’s not going to tease you, at least at first. He’s going to watch and see how quickly you can acclimate yourself to the situation.

 If you’re new to gaming or just don’t like it, prepare to be miserable. 

He’s a jerk. There’s no way around it. He’s going to throw you into the thick of things with your Level 1 character, not teach you shit about how to play, and when you inevitably die, he’s going to give you the side-eye and say “What do you want me to do about it? It’s not my fault you’re useless.” 

In that same breath, he won’t let you quit. He’s going to resurrect you, sure, but he’s going to make it very plain that you ‘owe’ him for every single gold he spends doing it before the level ends.

Eventually he’s going to grow bored of watching you frantically try and learn the keys and shortcuts and dying every 3 minutes like clockwork, so he’ll put on a training ground level for you.

Sounds nice, right? He’s trying? He’s not. 

He’s going to pull you over into his chair and situate you on his lap nice and inappropriate. His legs spread just so, your ass pressed firm against the crotch of his jeans so that every single time you jostle even a little bit, you can feel exactly why he wanted you there. You’re separated from his hardening cock by literally less than a centimeter of threadbare fabric and he wants you to know that. 

As you try and focus on learning just what in the hell it is you’re supposed to be doing, he’s going to be whispering in your ear the whole time, chest flush against your back and occasionally rutting his lower body into you under the guise of ‘readjusting’. 

“That’s right.” “Just like that.” “Good girl.” “Do it faster.” “See what happens when you listen to me?” “Don’t stop doing that.” “See? Isn’t this fun?” “Keep doing that and you just might live through this.”

Loading screens become the bane of your existence because not only can you see your pathetic, flushed face, but you can see the way he’s leering from behind you. That manic face of his, heavy lidded, mouth agape, eyes glazed, reeking of licentiousness and the barely corralled urge to bend you over the desk. It’s only a matter of time and you know that, but that doesn’t mean you need the reminder.

It doesn’t really matter how good your clumsy little fingers get at the controls. He’s going to belittle you regardless. Anytime you get remotely comfortable with what you’re doing, he’s going to drag you into harder and harder areas just to watch you drown in inexperience. 

Eventually he’s going to get bored of torturing you and watching you fail. As funny as it is to see how stressed out you get trying like hell to keep your head above water with him, he hasn’t forgotten the main reason be brought you here. 

He’ll pull you off his gaming chair and chuck you onto his bed, leering over you and taunting you with that playful lilt to his tone. 

“You suck at video games. Maybe you’d be better at something else.”

He’s in for a surprise if you’re a gamer yourself, though you are arguably no better off with him even if you are. 

It’s a bit of a shock to him when you take immediately to the controls like you already know what you’re doing. If you’re feeling bold, you can ask if he’ll allow you to import your character so you don’t have to start from scratch, but chances are he’s not that generous. 

Still, you’re good enough at what you’re doing to be able to keep up with him so long as you let him do most of the tanking on heavy hitter enemies. He leaves behind the powerful armor and you’re grateful, even if you know it’s not because he wants you to have it but more because he doesn’t need it himself. 

Believe it or not, he’s actually pretty psyched to have someone to play with at first. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be pleasantly surprised by kidnapping someone who is equally skilled in gaming, but it’s nice that he has something in common with you other than wanting to fuck you into the mattress. He can’t do that all the time so it’s good to know there will be something he can enjoy during the down time. 

Eventually he’s going to kick things up a notch and fight you one on one. You have pretty much no chance at winning against him with his hyper-powered character versus your brand new one, but you’ll put up one hell of a fight.

“Hey, you’re pretty good at that.” “Skilled at it huh? You probably have a lot of practice.” “Don’t let me get you on your back, now.” “Stop struggling.” “Aw, are you gunna cry?” “You look good beneath me.” “Don’t make me put you in your place.” “The way you’re playing, I’m starting to think you like it when I dominate you.” 

It’s inevitable that you’ll lose. Truth be told, you could play a lot better without his thinly veiled suggestive remarks, and you’re certain he knows that. He doesn’t miss the look on your face, filing it away for later. 

After he’s beaten you down enough, he’s going to just watch you play with unnerving intensity. It’s hard to focus when you can literally almost feel him ogling you, but you do your best. Though even as his cock is straining against his jeans, he’s still an insufferable know-it-all at gaming. You’re not sure which is more unnerving: the fact that he’s constantly bashing your build and belittling your strategy, or the fact he’s completely shameless in being openly lewd when he does it. 

Still, Tomura is a man of action, and sitting and watching doesn’t do much for him. After a bit, he’ll tell you to log out and pat the seat beside him on the messy bed. Stall all you want, but eventually you will end up doing what he wants, and you know as well as he does what’s coming next, and if you didn’t, the fact he’s undoing his zipper with that heinous smile spreading across his face would clue you in real fast. 

“You’re pretty good at games. That’s good. But I wanna see if you’re as good at other things now.”