#but i'm pretty so it confuses him so much and i start at square one with him even tho i never ever wanted to talk to him in the first place

[suedemotion]

i hate it when men go out of their way to talk to me and pay attention to me. it's like go fuck yourself maybe, i'm not here for you. so presumptuous to assume i am or that id care to talk to you even at all.

[krirebr]

I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: ~1k

Summary: Andy gives you an early Christmas present. Why aren't you happier about it?

Warnings: Dark elements, threats of punishment, implied punishment, it's dark fic but mostly by implication. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty Naughty or Nice Challenge. The prompts I used, from the Naughty list, were 23. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.” 12. “Smile pretty for me.” and 19. “No one else is gonna take care of you like I do.” Thank you for the fun challenge, Navy and Roo!

This was my first time writing for Andy, aside from his brief appearance in Don't Touch Me, I'm a Real Live Wire, the winner of this poll. Big thanks to @paperweight91 for helping me figure out my take on him. This is basically just a long drabble, but I hope you all enjoy it!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You sat stiffly on the loveseat as Andy rummaged around under the tree. You pulled at the hem of your black, sparkly cocktail dress. It was much shorter than you were comfortable with, but you were used to that now—your comfort not mattering. 

He made a noise of triumph and stood up tall, coming back to sit next to you on the couch. He handed you a beautifully wrapped package. “I know it’s a bit early, but I wanted you to open this one before we go to the party. Merry Christmas!”

You’d been dreading his office’s holiday party all week. All those people judging you, all those opportunities to mess up. You took the package and quietly said, “Thank you.” 

He chuckled, lightly. “You haven’t even opened it yet. Go on.”

As you carefully unwrapped the gift, your fingers trembled, uncovering a medium-sized square jewelry box. You took a deep breath, girding yourself before you opened it. Inside was a delicate silver chain with a pendant that spelled AB in elegant script. It took a moment for your brain to catch up, looking up at him as your confusion gave way to dawning horror. 

“I want everyone to know who you belong to,” he said, so softly, so sweetly. It was almost like he hadn’t just given you his brand. “Now is when you say thank you, sweetheart.” His tone was still gentle, but his eyes had started to take on that hard glint you were so terrified of.

“Thank you, Andy,” you whispered. 

He smiled, his eyes softening again. “You’re so welcome, honey. Now, turn around so I can put it on you,” he said as he took the box from you. You did as you were told and turned to face the other way. He draped the necklace across your chest and fastened it behind you. His hands ghosted over the back of your neck and you suppressed a shiver. “There. Turn back around now.” You did and he gave you an appraising look. “Smile pretty for me, baby.”

You gave what you were sure was a strained, brittle smile, but he still hummed in satisfaction. 

“Absolutely gorgeous.” His hand moved up to brush your cheek and you couldn’t help but flinch away from him. You regretted it immediately, but no matter what you told yourself, how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your body from being afraid of his touch. 

He sighed, exasperated, and turned away from you. “I don’t understand why you insist on treating me like the bad guy,” he said, dejected.

Because you are the bad guy, you thought to yourself, but you were smart enough this time to not say it. You’d finally learned that lesson. “I’m sorry,” you said, reaching for his hand, but he pulled away.

“If you were sorry, you’d stop being so ungrateful! No one else is gonna take care of you like I do.”

 You nodded quickly. You needed to placate him and do it now. “I know! You take such good care of me. I know that.”

He stood up and turned on you with his hands on his hips. “Do you know that? Because you don’t show it. It’s not how you act. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

The way he loomed over you made you want to cower, but you did your best to control your body. That would only make things worse. You had no idea how to respond. Another apology would only make him more angry.

He looked at you expectantly, but at your silence, he just sighed again, running a hand over his beard. “Maybe we need to continue this conversation downstairs.”

You sprang up at that and threw yourself at his feet. Not that. Anything but that. “Please, no, I’m sorry, I’ll be better. Please, no. We don’t need to go downstairs.”

He bent over to grab your arms and lift you off your knees. “That’s good,” he said softly, back to being gentle with you. “I don’t want to go down there, either. You know I don’t. I just want you to be good for me. Don’t you want this Christmas to be better than Thanksgiving?” It took everything in you not to grimace. You still felt the marks from what he’d done to you after Thanksgiving dinner. At the memory, you couldn’t help but go weak in his arms, letting him hold you, taking any comfort you could get. “I just want to have a perfect Christmas with you, sweetheart, show you how much I love you. I need you to stop resisting it.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, the words falling out of you, too scared to think of anything else. You blinked back your tears, not wanting to ruin your mascara or get his dress shirt wet. He wouldn’t take kindly to being late to the party after all this.

He rubbed a gentle hand down your back. “Shhh,” he cooed. “You’re ok, you’re fine.” After another moment, he pulled away from you, looking you up and down. “Now,” he said, “take a deep breath and get yourself together. We’re going to go to the party and have a nice time, aren’t we?” You nodded, hurriedly. “Then when we get home, you can show me exactly how sorry you are, how grateful you are. Good?”

“Yes, Andy,” you said, quietly. You couldn’t make your voice get any louder. 

He stepped back into your space and wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. He kissed you slowly, languidly. You let him. You had to. You matched his movements with your lips as much as you could, but he never cared too much how passionate the kiss was on your end as long as you didn’t resist him. As long as he was in control. He pulled back and stroked his thumb down your cheek. This time you didn’t flinch away. “That’s right. There’s my good girl. Come on, go touch up your lipstick. We don’t want to be late.”  

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@stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes @thezombieprostitute @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @bval-1 @km-ffluv @texmexdarling

[keikikait]

ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ (ʙɪᴋᴇʀ!ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

for my other megumi fic, click here (warning - smut!)

pairing: biker!megumi x f!reader (au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 2k

summary: you love your new apartment, as small as it is. it's in the perfect place, right next to the train station, and is cheap as hell. the only downside? your neighbour, who revs his bike outside your window every morning.

warnings: NO SMUT!, no angst!, multi part series, kind of enemies to lovers, slowburn?, megumi is kinda rude lmaoooo, the girls are fighting!, he says sweetheart twice, reader is kinda down bad lmao

a note: sorry for the delay, i've been busy with work! also, 8 square metres is about 86 square feet :).

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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The rent was cheap. Suspiciously cheap. 

You should’ve been wary, but you didn’t have many options. After a bitter fallout with your roommate, you needed to move out quickly. You should’ve paid more attention to the listing, you realise, as you stop in front of the building and it sinks in that your new digs weren’t 18 square metres.

It was eight square metres. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have much furniture with you, needing to sell it all to afford the move. Your apartment was essentially one long, two-story hallway, just enough for your desk chair and TV. 

You get settled in quickly, trying to liven up the place by replanting your herb garden outside on your small porch. The apartment doors faced an alley, and on the other side of the alley was another apartment building. You didn’t know how much sunlight your basil would get, but that’s a problem for future you.

A problem for the current you, however, was your neighbour's motorcycle. The bike is an exact replica of the legendary Honda Super Cub that was used in the original anime Akira, and as pretty as it is, that shit is loud. His apartment is right on the edge by the sidewalk, meaning the only place he can park it is right in front of your window.

You’ve tried everything. Earplugs. Noise-cancelling headphones. Ear plugs under your noise-cancelling headphones. Sleeping with a white noise machine. Nothing works. You only moved in a month ago but you’re already sick of this mysterious man and his bike. You don’t run into each other often, catching glimpses of him as he drives off in the morning and comes home at night. You didn’t want to be that neighbour, the one that complains about every single little thing, but it was driving you mad. He revs his bike so loudly and for so long, that you’re starting to think he’s doing it on purpose.

You wake up that fateful morning and decide you’ve had enough. You wait for him to return home, hyping yourself up in the mirror before heading outside to confront him. You idle nervously in front of his front door for a few seconds before knocking. 

He answers, looking exhausted, his hair a mess from his helmet. “Yeah?” You have to admit, he’s pretty cute. Tall and lean, with bicep muscles that strain against the fabric of his black t-shirt. And you swear you can see some eyeliner smudged on his water line.

You smile, trying to come across as calm and casual, slightly flustered by how attractive he is. “Hey. I’m your new next-door neighbour,” You gesture with your thumb. “I don’t wanna be that person, but would it be possible for you to not rev your engine so loud in the morning? It’s just…it’s right by my window, and it’s really loud.”

He lets out a sigh of frustration, not exactly in the mood for what you're throwing at him. It was already 9 pm on the third day in a row that he had worked the late shift, and this was not something he needed right now. He looks at you, his expression a mixture of irritation and confusion. “Look, I'm not doing it on purpose. I park where I park, nothing is going to change that. You just moved in, this is how it's been and how it's always going to be.”

You blink, a little taken aback by how rude he was being. “I understand that, but surely I'm not the only person in the building who gets inconvenienced by your bike.”

He crosses his arms, his eyes narrowing. The last thing he wants to do after a long shift is argue with someone about something as insignificant as noise. “Look, if you don't like it, then move out. I don't see anybody else complaining. You're the only one.”

You clench your jaw. You had some experience with bikes, your ex-boyfriend being a mechanic. You knew it was possible to make the revving quieter, it just seems like he didn’t care. “Can’t you just buy a muffler silencer?”

He lets out a short, sharp laugh, one that doesn't hold a single trace of humor.  “A muffler silencer? For a Super Cub? Are you serious? That would be like asking a Ferrari to be quiet.”

“You can’t expect everyone to just be okay with how loud your bike is, man.” You say. “I’m sure it inconveniences everyone in the building, but no one wants to be the person that confronts you.”

He seems to be holding back from saying what he wants to say, taking a shallow breath. “Look. It's my bike. I can do whatever I want with it. No one else is bothered, so why should you be any different? Why do you care so much?”

“You’re not the only person who works early mornings.” You say. “You aren’t the only person in the world, you know.”

That strikes a nerve, clearly, but he still doesn't seem interested in hearing what you're saying. He just rolls his eyes, looking away at his bike for a moment before looking back at you. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but in case you haven't realised, you're not that important.”

“Neither are you.” You say impulsively. It was mean, and you didn’t like being mean, but he wasn’t giving you any other option.

He glares at you, his expression darkening. It's only for a moment, but you can see there is actual vitriol in his eyes. “Look, I'm going to make this simple for you. If you don't like the noise, then move out. That bike is not going anywhere. It has more meaning to me than you'll ever understand.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Akira meant so much to you as a kid,” You say sarcastically. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t keep doing this, man. Buy a muffler silencer.” 

He laughs, but there's a slight tinge of bitterness to it. “Oh, so it's just a cartoon to you? It’s not an influential masterpiece that changed motorcycle and animation culture forever? Okay, great. Good to know.” He is starting to get worked up, but then he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. “Look, like I said, I am not doing anything to this bike. Not the mufflers, nothing.”

“Then park it somewhere else.” You snap. “Keep it away from my window. I don’t want to hear that shit.”

There's a flash of annoyance on his face. “There's no place to park it away from your window unless I block the sidewalk, which I guarantee you would cause more inconvenience. You're just going to have to deal with it.”

“Are you always this rude and stuck up?” The question stumbles out of your mouth before your mind can process it.

His temper flares up. He takes a step towards you, putting his hands on his hips as he glares at you. “Are you always this entitled and self-absorbed?”

You take a step back. You hate to admit it, but the way he towers over you is arousing. His cologne fills your nostrils and you find yourself getting lightheaded. It was slightly spicy, with a hint of vanilla and coffee. 

You ground yourself, swallowing hard. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want us to come to a reasonable compromise.”

He glares at you, his eyes boring into you as you step back. You can feel the heat on your skin as if every drop of sweat in his body has been activated by the situation. His cologne is overwhelming you, filling your whole body. “There is no compromise to make here. You don't like the noise, tough. You're just going to have to get used to it or move out. That's it.”

Your eye twitches. “You’re such an asshole.” At this point, you didn’t feel bad being mean to him. He kind of deserved it.

He laughs, seeming almost amused by your temper. “You're one to talk. You come barging up to my apartment, demanding I make changes to my bike, and then you get mad at me when I tell you not to waste your time. Look in the mirror, sweetheart, and then come back with the right to tell me I'm an asshole.”

Fuck. You shouldn’t like the way he says sweetheart, but it causes your throat to dry up. “I tried to be nice to you,” You say. “You’re the one that got defensive and rude.”

“Nice? Maybe in your little dreamland that's what you think you were doing. Maybe you even believe that you were just being friendly and reasonable, I don't know. But in reality, all you were doing was pissing me off and acting like some sort of entitled princess.” He takes a step closer to you, his finger pointed in your face. “But one thing is certain. I’m not changing anything about my bike just to make you happy.”

He’s so close to you that it makes your head spin. You step back again, leaning against the railing surrounding his small porch. “Look, I’m sorry, but you can’t blame me for being upset.”

He doesn't seem interested in letting you off the hook yet, not when he looks so close to snapping. “It doesn't matter if you're upset or not. You don't get what you want by coming here and giving me an attitude like a fucking brat.”

You swallow hard. Fuck. You shouldn’t be attracted to this man, he was rude as hell and didn’t seem to care that he was inconveniencing not only you but everyone in the building. But you couldn’t help yourself. He was so pretty, and he smelled so good, and his voice was so nice. You were going to have to change your panties when you got back home. 

You stand up straight, trying to stay headstrong. “You’re being incredibly rude about this.”

“And you're being incredibly entitled. There's only one of us that needs to change here, and it's not me.” He narrows his eyes, his gaze still burning into you.

You lick your lips. “Look, we’re not going to get anywhere by arguing.”

He gives another one of those short, sharp laughs. He smiles, and it makes your stomach flip. “You finally said something smart. I didn’t know it was so difficult for you. Now, are you ready to accept that you're not going to get what you want, or do you want to keep wasting my time?”

Your eyes narrow. What the fuck? “Excuse me? Did you just call me dumb?”

A smirk spreads across his lips. “You heard me. Or did you need me to repeat it for you?”

You let out a sharp laugh, moving off of his porch. “You know what? Fuck you.”

He raises his eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, so you've switched from demanding to insults? Real mature, aren't you?”

You head over to your apartment, laughing again. “I should’ve known trying to reason with you would be impossible.” 

He calls after you. “You're damn right it's impossible. You come here, make some demands, and then get mad when I tell you no. You're a spoiled brat who always gets her way, aren't you? Well, today's a bad day for you, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck you.” You say, holding the door to your apartment open. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I’m not sure I want to.” He says, smirking slightly. “I’m not into brats like you. I think you need to be taken down a few pegs. You need someone to put you in your place.”

You scoff and flip him off before slamming the door behind you, and just like that, you have given up. 

He leans against his door, crossing his arms and smiling as he watches you leave, his eyes on your ass. He’s just a tiny bit disappointed that you gave up so quickly. He's got to admit, it was pretty fun messing with you, watching how angry you get. He thought you looked cute like that, your cheeks all red and flustered.

Maybe next time…

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part two is here

dedicated to the lovely @whereflowerswenttodie

[solar-bean]

Jut found out that the full Touchstarved game might not be out till 2025 so here's a scenario I imagined with Ais. Has the others interact with mc too, but Ais is the main love interest. Hope this doesn't feel too much like my oc. I chose the Unnamed route so that may be brought up.

Worth The Trouble ( Ais x GN Reader )

( Content Warning: Violence, Blood, cursing, Ais being Ais, Remember what he did to that guy in the demo )

MC = Y/N ( I'm too tired from finals to type the slash, sorry 😭)

It started off as a normal day in Eridia, or at least as peaceful as things could be in the hellscape of a city. MC went to the market for some light grocery shopping, their small tote bag half full, when a group of kids zoomed past them. For a flash they could see that the kids' arms were full of produce, a few stray fruits leaving a trail in their wake. It was mere seconds before an enraged yell from a man was heard.

" Get back here you little shits!!!" the a man, a local produce seller, barreled down in the kid's direction. Nearly knocking down passersby, MC included.

One of the smaller kids tripped, dropping all of their stolen goods. They called to their friends for help but it was too late. The seller had already grabbed them by the collar like a stray puppy.

" Stupid maggot! I'll show you what happens to thieves around here!!" He pulled back his meaty fist to strike them.

Without thinking, MC ran to grab his wrist before the blow landed.

" Hey! That's going way too far."

The seller looked down at them and snarled.

" Stay out of this! This is between me and this little thief here."

" I get that but look at them." MC pointed to the kid's dirty clothes that were holding on by threads. " Clearly they aren't stealing for the fun of it. Can't you let them go?"

The seller scoffed at them, foul breath fanning their face. Thankfully they held back their disgust.

" I'm not running a charity. If the kid wants to eat the kid's gotta pay."

MC thought for a moment as they stared at the child, who was still curled in a protective ball. Although their face was covered, it was clear by their trembling that they were crying. MC immediately remembered all the times they'd been hungry and in need after they fled the temple. While they survived they couldn't imagine doing so at this child's age. How long had they been suffering?

" I'll do it."

" Do what?"

" Pay." MC reached into their cloak and pulled out their coin purse. " I've got plenty to spare." which wasn't true but they'd manage. The seller gave them a long, calculated glare before sighing.

" Fine."

He put the kid down. They gave a quick glance to the seller then the MC before grabbing their haul and scurrying off to where the rest of the group went. MC wasn't expecting a thank you, but the last look the kid gave to them over their shoulder was enough.

" Ok," MC counted the coins in their palm, leaving the purse nearly empty. " Will this be enough?"

The seller took the coins. Counting each while scratching his stubbly chin.

" Yeah, almost..."

MC looked at him confused. They were sure that they gave him much more than his nearly, spoiled produce was worth. They almost didn't notice his arm go up. But they did feel the strike across their face. Everything went white for a moment as they stumbled. Pain flared over the entirety of the right side of MC's face. They pressed their palm to it and whipped their gaze back to the seller stunned.

" What the fuck is your problem??!!" they shrieked at him.

" Don't look so confused. You said you'd pay for everything. That includes punishment. " He let out a dark chuckle and walked pass them. " Maybe think twice next time you wanna be someone's savior."

MC gawked at his back. What kind of asshole pulls a stunt like that. He got his money fair and square. Clearly he just wanted a reason to cause someone harm. They wanted to let it go and move on but crap that hit really hurt. His hands were big enough to crush their skull and they were pretty sure that his ring cut their cheek. There was no way they were gonna let him walk away so easily.

" Hey!"

The seller turned around and was met with a fist right to the nose. He reeled back, giving MC enough time to land a kick to his kneecap. He fell to the city floor with the gracefulness of an old dying ox, MC's coins going down with him. They grabbed a handful of them before making a break for it back to the Wet Wick.

Out of breath, energy, half their coins and what little faith they had in humanity, all MC wanted to do was go to sleep in their room and maybe have some of their scraps for dinner. It could've been made into a full meal but they hadn't realized they'd dropped their tote bag until it was too late. Thankfully, the bar sounded empty from the outside, so at least they could avoid the headache of possibly socializing.

" Hey sparrow."

Shit.

There right in his usual spot at the bar sat Ais, accompanied by Vere and Leander.

" Hey Ais..." they said weakly, pulling up their hood even more to hide the blooming bruises.

" Um Excuse me. I'm here too dear. Goodness has being here already dulled your manners?" came Vere, tail playfully swaying.

" Hey Vere." they said quickly as they tried to flee to their room, but that would've been to easy.

" Oh MC how was the market did you get anything good?" Leander asked, conveniently getting in front of them and blocking their path. They didn't look up at him and did their best not to adjust their hood again.

" Yeah, yeah it was good."

" But where's your tote ba-"

" It's getting late I'll see you guys later." MC swerved around him, nearly home free.

" Sparrow."

They stopped. Ais' piercing gaze burning into their back.

" Come here, please." he instructed in a soft yet stern tone. They couldn't resist him. He'd only pry more if they did, so reluctantly they sat next to him, avoiding eye contact.

" Take off your hood."

They stayed still. The air filled with a tense silence.

" Ais come one. They've probably had a long day. I'm sure their fi-" Lenader nearly choked when MC took their hood off. " What the hell happened?! Are you ok?!"

" Obviously not." Vere scoffed. " Thought I smelled blood but that's nothing new for you. Do tell, what mess have you found yourself in this time, MC?"

MC let out a tired sigh. Leander's worrying and Vere's teasing made for a sickening combo on an already shitty afternoon.

" It's nothing. I just ran into a bad guy at the market. Nothing interesting." They were about to get up to leave when Ais' hand was placed firmly on their shoulder.

" Humor us would ya? What really happened?" While the slight smile on his face was meant to be assuring, MC knew he was up to no good.

" Really it's nothing. I just saw some kids steal some food and one of them got caught by the seller. So I thought hey why not be nice and help this clearly starving child. But nope! As usual the situation blew up in my face. Apparently coins weren't enough payment for the guy so he- " They mimicked the back-handed slap motion they'd been a victim to. " The asshole didn't even have the decency to warn me first, so I thought it was only fair to get in a few blows in myself then run like hell before things got too heated. So yeah that's it. Nothing special."

After what they hadn't meant to be a ramble there was another thick silence. Crap maybe I said too much. Then a low chuckle came from beside them. Oh good Ais found the story amusing, maybe they were worried for nothing. But that was quickly put aside when they turned to look at him.

His grin was downright dangerous. Fangs gleaming and all. His eyes were even worse, glowing with a bloodlust that would scare a soulless shitless.

" I'll be right back." he said, getting up from his seat and stretching out his tired joints with a pop.

" Ais." Leander warned. " Let's think about this, ok buddy."

" Nothing to think about. Now," He stood in front of MC and leaned down to their level. " Which seller was it?"

MC felt their pulse quicken. Not just from being at eye level with Ais, but also from the immense violent aura he began to exude.

" Really Ais it's fine. I hit him pretty hard so we're even."

" I'm sure you did. But this is purely for my own selfish vices. I can't rest easy knowing this jackass is going around threatening kids and hitting customers. So who was it?"

" Ais. It's not worth the trouble just let it g-"

Ais' hand swiftly taken ahold of their chin. With a gentleness that greatly contrasted his character, he tilted MC's face to better examine the damage. They couldn't help the heat that rose within them.

" Plenty worth the trouble to me." He tilted their head back to face forward. " Who was it, MC."

Maybe it was the softness of his tone or the way he said their name instead of Sparrow, but they confessed. Even down to what stalls the seller's had been next to. He gave them a small, genuine smile and went on the hunt.

" Well, there's no stopping him now. Let's get some ice on that bruise, hm." Leander went around the counter, paying no mind to MC's breathless expression. In no time he came back with clean rag and another with ice inside. " Alright let me see."

Before he could attend to their face, Vere cut in.

" Leander, didn't the doctor leave some magic elixir or whatever for minor injuries in the backroom?"

" Oh you're right. He did. I should go get it."

" Yes you should." Vere smiled sweetly then frowned once Leander was out of sight. " Good I couldn't tolerate him for much longer without Ais here."

" Don't get too excited, he'll be back soon." MC reminded him.

" No he won't," Vere swiped the rag that Leander left on the counter near the ice bag before turning back to them with a mischievous smirk. " I poured those nasty medicine bottles out weeks ago."

MC gawked at him.

" Why would you do that? What if someone needed those?"

" What like you? Don't be such a baby you'll be fine. Now hold still. I can only take so much of you blood smelling up the place."

With a similar gentleness as Ais, Vere took hold of their chin and began to dab the blood away from the cut that was already beginning to close. MC didn't have the energy for anymore shock today, so they relished in the care.

" You know. This pacifist act you're playing won't do you any good in this city"

MC sighed and grabbed the ice bag to put on their bruise once he was done with the cut.

" I'm not a pacifist. Trust me I've got nothing against that jerk getting what he deserves. I just don't want Ais to get in any trouble because of me."

" Hmph, now why would Ais get in trouble?"

" Because, he's a monster. What if the Senobium punishes him for being too violent?"

Vere hummed to himself. He carelessly tossed the bloody rag on the floor and leaned back against the counter, tail swishing languidly.

" Oh don't fret dear. The Senobium's too up their own asses to care about a few lowtown brutes getting torn apart. Besides I highly doubt Ais would do anything so dreadful as to get a punishment like mine. And if he did..." Vere's eyes turned a bright pink, his fangs seemed longer as well. " I'd tear this city to the ground before they laid a finger on him."

MC just stared at him for a while. The primordial fear in their gut was unmistakable, but they couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.

" Well I'm glad Ais has a friend like you to look after him."

The fox scoffed.

" I'm not his friend."

A bit confused by that response, they were sure he was joking. The duo seemed as close as Mhin and Kuras if not more.

" Ok then I'm glad you're his very close, foxy furry acquaintance."

Vere's ears went down as he scowled at them.

" I can break you like a twig. Don't forget that."

They merely chuckled at that although they weren't entirely sure if he was serious or not.

" Sorry for the wait!" Came Leander's chipper voice. He rejoined the two with a small container of bandaids and a bottle of unknown liquid. " Took me forever to find this elixir. I could've swore we had more bottles. Thankfully, I always stash a spare."

" Wow how great is that Vere." MC gave him an innocent smile that in turn got them glare. Vere definitely meant that threat now.

----

Ais arrived back at the bar late into the night. He wreaked of blood despite his best efforts to clean himself. He didn't want to make another bad impression on his new...new friend? Acquaintance? Whatever they were he wanted them around him more often. Which would be hard if they were scared of him. Did he scare them before when asking about the seller? They seemed nervous, but most people were around him, especially after knowing about his brutal tendencies.

Perhaps they didn't mind. He got a good look at the seller's broken nose, and what he could assume was an injured knee that made it all the easier to catch and corner him. The sparrow really did have a tough side after all. He was almost sad that he sullied their work with his own. No one would suspect that what was left of the asshole was the handiwork of two pissed off individuals. Maybe returning their tote bag full of goods and the coins that he'd swiped from the guy's pockets would be a good enough apology gift.

The barkeep was cleaning shot glasses when he arrived. Out of no where a wave of unease hit him. Maybe he came back too late and should just leave their stuff here.

" Got something for MC. Can you give it to them for me?"

The barkeep only spared him a quick glance.

" Do I look like a delivery boy? Drop it off at their door yourself, I'm busy." She replied with a bitterness that he always found amusing.

" Yes ma'am."

He was in front of their door when the doubt came back, sweaty palms too. What the hell was he nervous for? He doesn't get nervous. This was just a small favor for a frien-aquaintance. Just put the stuff down and go. But what if someone took it? Maybe he should see if they're awake first. Maybe not what if he wakes them up.

Annoyed by his rambling thoughts he did least smart thing and opened, which should've been locked, door. It was dark inside, aside the moonlight from a small window. His higher than average vision could make out a small bed with a lump under the covers. Next to it was a dresser. He made his way to it quietly, mentally cursing the metal on his boots for the creaks they made in the floorboards.

Finally at his destination, he set the tote bag and coins on the dresser and turned to leave. But curiosity got the best of him. He snuck a peak at MC and it was all over. The covers were up to their nose. There was a small bandage on their cheek. The bruising seemed to have healed a bit. Ais had never seen them look so peaceful. It was actually pretty cute. Then he realized how creepy this whole situation was and made his way to the door.

" Ais...?"

Shit!

He stopped mid step, looking over his shoulder at them. Their eyes were barely open and their voice was quiet and soft.

" That you?"

He sighed.

" Yeah it's me sparrow. Don't worry just wanted to return your bag. I'm leaving, go back to sleep." he kept walking.

" Are you ok?"

He stopped again, wide eyed.

" What?" he asked.

They yawned.

" I smell blood."

Oh, he thought. They were worried about him? That's actually really sweet. When was the last time anyone got worried for him? Vere and Kuras maybe. But they knew he could handle himself. It's what's he's good at. Looking out for himself when no one will. When everyone else leaves eventually.

But maybe MC wanted to stick around.

He smiled, unsure if they could see his face so he made sure they could hear it in his voice.

" I'm just fine sparrow. It's not my blood you're smelling."

They smiled back before yawning again.

" Good. Well see ya later I guess..."

They curled back into their blanket and pillow, already drifting. He took in the sight one last time before leaving and closing the door.

" Yeah see ya later."

The barkeep and every wander through the night had no idea why the feared demon renegade, Ais, had the softest smile on his face all the way back to the wastelands.

[da-rulah]

Can I have Copia with a reader who was harassed out In public but they Beat their ass? I’m in a mood today lol!

Also take care of yourself ❤️❤️

I'm assuming you mean reader beats their ass while copia just kinda stands there like 😳

and i like this idea, so i can oblige... (i hope your day got better btw!)

TW/ asshole man in a dive bar, harrassment, language, mild violence

A quiet drink. That had been the idea... When Copia had asked you for a quiet drink, just the two of you, away from the bustle of touring with the Ghost project, you had jumped at the idea.

You'd both been pretty stressed on this tour - equipment malfunctions, venues trying to push you out based on your beliefs, abhorrent weather...

So a quiet drink, with your beloved, sounded wonderful.

Until it wasn't.

Copia and you sat at the bar, turned towards each other on your stools and sipping on cocktails you were getting him to try. So far, he was enjoying a fruity 'zombie', only appealing to him for the name and the fact you had told him it tasted like one of his tropical juice boxes he loved so much.

You were giggling at his "Mmmmhhmmmmmm, delizioso!" when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Well hey there, pretty darlin'," a thick southern accent came from the tall, burly, hairy man stood behind you, leaning on the bar with a toothpick between his teeth.

Quite the typical southern gentleman, you thought to yourself. Complete with lumberjack costume, it would seem.

"Uh... hi," you awkwardly smiled.

"You come here often?" he asked as you turned your back to him. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic cliché and turned back to him, annoyance bubbling away beneath the surface.

"Just when I'm looking for a sacrifice, really," you mocked.

"What?" he scrunched his nose in disgusted confusion.

"What?" you mimicked, mock disgust in your own expression. The stranger shook his head to pass the moment and continued.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, already flagging down the bartender who waltzed on over, until eh saw your dark stare and small shake of your head and turned on his heels in the opposite direction, too afraid to even attempt it...

"No," you deadpanned.

"Why not?" Lucifer, this guy was persistent. Copia shuffled on his stool, uncomfortable and unsure of how to help. This guy was at least a foot taller than him, wider too, and he felt small in comparison.

"You can't afford it," you shrugged. The lumberjack stood up from his leaning position, puffing out his chest in anger.

"I fuckin' can," he argued, trying his best to intimidate you where you sat - as if that was gonna make you say 'sure, Mr. Lumberjack, now I'm smitten and want to get married and have lots of little lumberjacks with you'.

You swivelled on your stool, looking him up and down slowly, brows knitting in confusion at his appearance.

"Oh, so you... dress like this... for fun?"

"The fuck is wrong with you, bitch?" he raised his voice at you, squaring up to you. Copia stood quickly, coming between you both in a show of sudden protection. It was instinctual, at this point.

"Hey, man," he said, sounding less than confident... "don't talk to her like that," he defended.

"The fuck you gon' do about it, huh?" This caveman doesn't understand full sentences, huh? He pushed Copia's shoulders, making him stumble into you. You kept him upright with a hand on his back.

"She doesn't want a drink with you, she's my girlfriend and she's having a drink with me, eh?" Copia was getting mad now, opting for defending your honour.

"Your girlfriend? HA! This bitch got weird fuckin' taste, man," he chuckled, pushing Copia again.

You saw red then, the stress of touring and the anger at this stronzo culminating into an amalgamation of absolute rage. You stood up, coming between your Papa and this ridiculous man, pushing him back and making him take a step.

"Bitch, what are you-" he began, until you interrupted him with a deafening SLAP to his face. He held his cheek, starting to step to you again but you didn't give him the chance, pushing him back paired with a swift kick to swipe his legs from under him.

Copia watched on, frozen in shock with eyes wide. When you turned back to him, he looked like a little lost puppy dog.

You looked down at the heap of a man you'd floored and smirked, pulling Copia to you by his shirt and slamming your lips to his - clearly a display of 'fuck you, I'm his and his only'.

Copia's arms flailed as you pulled him, only composing himself to kiss you back as the lumberjack stood and strode off in a huff, muttering about how much of a bitch you were.

When you drew your lips from Copia, you held him still by the shirt, smirking.

"Let's get out of here," you invited, a sultry hint to your voice - a promise of more displays of dominance to come through the evening. "Get your coat," you ordered.

He nodded wordlessly, scrambling to get his coat from the back of his stool and running to catch up to you, already striding proudly out of the bar.

Copia was in for a night of stress relief that he'd never forget...

[homestuckreplay]

rose lalonde about NRUB'YIGLITH, SHAMEBEAST KING OF GROTESQUERY: i can fix him

(page 296-306, but also just some general thoughts?)

I'm being so normal about this comic casually dropping the three best characters we've seen so far on three consecutive pages. Fluthlu, Nrub'yiglith and Oglogoth are all sick as hell. They have eyes and mouths in completely normal numbers and positions. Their line of Hot Topic clothes would sell out in minutes. I can feel my bones begin to bubble and crack just thinking about them. I cannot wait for Rose to ill-advisedly summon them.

Page 297 is INCREDIBLE with its tantalizing idea that the strife specibus was briefly a conduit for unfathomable cosmic entities. The red splattered black background is similar to the one on the blood spade page - could be a coincidence, but I have been waiting for that page to get folded back into the story. This moment of temptation combined with TG insisting the strife specibus is a permanent allocation makes me think Rose will allocate the grimoire at some future time, its dark powers able to overcome the specibus' normal rules.

On page 305, we learn that Rose is confused by a page in the grimoire depicting several windows - two fairly standard windows from mass produced public buildings, two fancy stained glass windows, and a third normal looking window that's electronic, and plugs into the wall. But surely an electronic window is just a computer? Like how we're looking at the comic through a browser window, or how the apparatus the Vagabond found (linked from page 271) has a four square pattern reminiscent of a window? And since the page relates to 'summoning practices', does that mean these zoologically dubious creatures can be summoned through a computer? Through Sburb?

I'm back on my psychoanalysis bullshit with Rose but to be fair, she started it. I think the reason she likes to write is because it's so much easier for her to carry herself off as cool and collected in words than any other way. She's mastered hiding her flaws in considered writing but not so much in the moment. Thinking about the authority and certainty in her GameFAQs compared to her 'arghs' in her messages to John. Thinking about her 'I think they are elegant' regarding the tree modus compared to her scattering her prized possessions over the observatory. Thinking about her creative writing journals as unfinished thoughts and Rose as a perfectionist who will show things to people, but only on her terms. The point? Stack modus isn't looking so bad now.

I've also been thinking about Rose being framed as Dark John. This is partly because her panels are literally shaded gray while John's are bright white (I know it's dark where she is, but it still affects the tone of her pages) and partly because of her putting on an act to seem dark and mysterious vs John putting on an act by wearing a CLEVER DISGUISE and having a food fight with his dad but most importantly, John having a favorite monster on his shirt (friendly grinning alien who loves food and helping the people of New York) vs Rose having a favorite monster on her shirt (foul patrician of misery whose mammoth belly gurgle brings the Epoch of Joy to an abrupt end).

Finally, I'm thinking about the Small Scale Adventure and the tiny video game fetch quests John and Rose keep being sent on. In a story of imminent apocalypse via procedurally generated meteors, the fact that Rose's current mission is to go get the backup generator from the yard feels so mundane and so grounded. Something about the tiny parts that make up the whole, the cosmic insignificance but also vital importance of each individual's role in a much bigger system.

Basically, I think Homestuck's good. Pretty cool that it just hit 300 pages, here's to 300 more!

[churchstopsurgeryscars]

Literally nobody asked for it but here's a sneak peak into Red vs Blue: Redux, my rewrite of RvB. I'm hoping to upload the first chapter by the end of this month.

Church sighed and returned to watching the reds stand in a square and jabber on about who knows what. Just like he had done every single recon patrol for the last three weeks. It was like they were physically incapable of doing anything interesting. If he were closer he could at least listen in, but from here all he had was their halfhearted gestures. At least the pink one was pretty expressive with his hand movements.

“What are they doing now?”

“I’m going to give you ten seconds to answer that question for yourself. And if you can’t figure out the answer, I am going to shove the scope of this rifle so far up your ass I’ll be able to figure out where your fucking brain went.”

Tucker stood up, throwing his hands in the air, “Well if you’re just going to be an asshole about it, then I’m going back to base. I was just trying to make some conversation.”

“Fine! This’ll be so much easier without you in my ear anyway.” Church said, slumping his shoulders as he pressed his eye against the scope.

With a sigh of relief, he could finally watch the reds in peace. He watched as the maroon and orange one led the pink one back into the base. As they disappeared inside, the red one, the sergeant, went back to looking at their new vehicle. Church watched in confusion as the red team leader stood in front of the car and gestured occasionally.

Is...Is he talking to the car? Church thought as he tilted his head in confusion.

As the sargent walked toward the vehicle, giving it a loving, sensual pet on the hood, Church dropped the view finder from his eye. Whatever was going to happen next was nothing he wanted to see. With a sigh, he turned to watch as Tucker returned to the base before standing up to follow him.

Church made his way down the slope, watching his feet as he walked. He might as well get ready for the supply drop. They should be arriving any minute now. Not to mention the fact they were going to be getting new recruits and he didn’t trust Tucker to give them a proper introduction. Heaven forbid one of them is a girl; Church just knew his teammate wouldn’t be able to keep it in his pants. Besides, if he wanted to be the leader, he needed to act like one.

He cursed Captain Flowers for up and dying on them, forcing him to take over and be in charge. Church didn’t have the slightest clue what he was doing, and now he was responsible for making sure himself and the others stayed alive. At the very least Command could give him a promotion to make all the headache worth it. But no, all they decided to do was give them two new people to even the teams.

A sonic boom took him out of his thoughts and turned his eyes to the sky. Church watched as the ship landed beside the base, steadying himself against the gust of air that threatened to bowl him over.

Before him and Tucker could even exchange a glance, the bay door was open and a small crew was pouring out to unload supplies. Pushing past the men carrying crates, Church started hunting for the new recruits.

When he entered the belly of the ship, he saw two people in armor sitting beside each other and giggling. He raised an eyebrow in confusion as he realized one of them was in yellow armor. That must be some sort of mistake.

“Are you two Private Grif and Caboose?” Church asked hesitantly.

“That's us!” The yellow-clad recruit chirped, “Are you the Captain?”

Church pressed his lips together as he shifted from one foot to the other, “I'm the one in charge.”

Seemingly not noticing his non-answer, the one in blue stood up and held out his hand, “Nice to meet you! I'm Private Michael Caboose!”

It took everything in Church to not gasp in surprise. Caboose was massive! He was nearly seven feet tall and was by no means skinny. The new recruit could probably break Church in half if he really wanted to. He swallowed before giving his hand a quick shake, gritting his teeth in pain as Caboose nearly broke every bone in his hand with his grip.

As Church began to massage his hand, he turned to the other recruit, “That means you must be Private Grif.”

“Sure am! I'm excited to be here!” She said with a chipper tone.

“Me too!” Caboose chimed in.

Church looked between the two recruits with trepidation. At the very least these two had a much better attitude than Tucker, but they did not seem at all prepared for the reality of war. How could anyone be excited to get shot at?

“Well… How about we go meet the rest of the team?” Church suggested, unsure how to proceed.

The two nodded eagerly before following him out of the ship. Tucker was waiting at the end of the ramp, watching the three of them. Church really hoped this went well. He felt like he was introducing two overly excited puppies to his cat with an attitude problem.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Mall Of Magic

masterlist

pairing: anakin skywalker x female reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, humor, kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend anakin were sent on a mission that took place on earth and the two of you decide to go to a mall

a/n: i am so in love with this man its unhealthy

song: borderline - tame impala

"Woahh, Ani do you see this," you say as you step onto moving stairs. "It's magic!"

"Let me try," he says as you go higher up. He cautiously takes a step onto the magic step. He puts his other foot on and grins.

"We should get this for home when I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," you suggest.

You both go down the one that slides lower, when you come up with an idea.

"What do you think happens if we go up the down one?"

"I'm not sure," he ponders for a moment, "but I want to try," he says with a giddy smile.

You start walking on it and notice it didn't change directions. "Whoever gets to the top first wins," you say starting to run up. You and Anakin race up and you just made it to the top when you hear a yelp.

You turn and notice Ani bumping into people. "Sorry! Sorry, excuse me!"

A minute later, a panting Anakin makes it to your laughing self. "Not funny," he huffs. "I almost fell down"

You both then walked to another store you saw. There was glass blocking the enterence though.

As Anakin stepped to knock on the glass, it suddenly opened making you both gasp. He turns his head to you, "I didn't know the Force was here," he says confused.

You pull him back and watch the door close. You push him forward again and the glass slides open.

"Wow, Ani! It likes you," you wink.

He rolls his eyes, "who wouldn't," you slap the back of his head at his cockiness.

You drag him inside as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You walk through the store with food. You come across an isle called Baking Supplies.

"What do you think this is for?" you ask him, holding up a bag with 'flour' written on it.

"Maybe they put it in the food. We should take it with us," he replies.

"Okay, we could ask Obi-Wan about it when we get back home. Do you think it will open in the ship?"

"Let's test it," he says before dropping the bag. You watch it drop and break open as powder flies everywhere and covers you both. The two of you start coughing and wave your hands in front of you.

"Good job, Ani. Look what mess you've made," you said placing a hand on your his and wiping powder off your eyes.

"It's not my fault it's bad quality," he mumbles. You dust the two of you off the best that you could manage.

"Let's go somewhere else," you say.

"HAH!" you should as you shoot Anakin.

"No! That's not fair!"

"You lost and I won fair and square, so hush," you smirk.

"You cheated," he whines, "I wasn't ready"

"You are so adorable when you are a sore loser, my love," you boop his nose.

You two had come across a place called "Laser Tag", and Anakin dragged you in after seeing the cool lights.

You and him eliminated all the other players due to your fighting experience, you snuck up on Anakin and shot him in the back.

"This game isn't fun anymore," he pouts. You kiss his lips quick before you pull him along with you to find something else to do.

As you were walking through the mall, you saw people sitting and looking at a little box - that's what it looked like.

You glance at Anakin whose arm was around your shoulder, "what do you think those are?"

He looks to what your staring at, "I don't know, why don't you go and ask?"

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute," you say stepping away from him and towards some people who seem around your age.

"Excuse me," you say grabbing their attention. "Me and my boyfriend," you start and point your finger at him, "were wondering that thing in your hand is," you finish.

They just stare at you like you have two heads. "You mean... a phone?"

"A phone?" you repeat.

"Yeah...?"

"Well what does it do?"

"I- uh- it allows you to communicate with people, and you can do pretty much anything on it," one person explains.

"How fascinating! Can you really do anything on that little box?"

"Phone," a girl corrects, "and not everything," she tells you.

"Let me get my boyfriend, and then can you show us some stuff?" you question the boy next to you.

"Uh- yeah sure," you smile at him and drag Anakin towards the boy. He then spends about twenty minutes showing you and Anakin some things on the magic cube.

You thank them and head somewhere else.

"My brain hurts," Anakin says, dramatically holding his head. You and him were very confused from the 'phone'. It was too complicated for you both.

"Mine too," you pat his back.

Anakin saw a big plant and pulled you behind it with him.

"We should scare people, we could jump out when they walk by," he grins at you.

"Great idea," you high five him.

You two scared at least 15 people until you saw a person wearing a 'security' outfit running towards you both.

He almost grabbed Anakin's collar but you were faster.

You quickly grab Ani's hand and pull him as you start running. Both of your laughs fill the mall hallways as you run away. You both turn back just in time to see the man slip on something.

You both burst out laughing again as you sneak away.

You turn and lean your back against a wall, the two of you catching your breath.

"Th- that was s- so amazing," he gets out between pants and laughs.

You enter a clothing shop with some items for cold weather. You throw a bunch of scarfs on you both as you giggle and dance with Anakin in your silly outfits to the music that was playing.

You throw a hat on him and bow down at him. "You look dashing," you say.

"Why thank you, my lady. You don't look bad yourself," he obnoxiously winks at you.

"I have to agree with you on that, Skywalker," you blow him a kiss in the mirror you two were looking at yourselves in.

Ignoring the weird looks you got from people around you, you both continue to do some fun poses in the mirror.

You two accidentally walked into a store with some interesting pieces of clothing, specifically ones that go under your clothes.

You look at Anakin as he turns red.

He has seen you without clothes plenty of times, which made how embarrassed he was funny.

"I- uh- um- next place," he stutters over his words as you laugh and wrap your arm around his waist.

You were getting ready to leave when you and him see people walk in into a small cube room, you see the doors shut and wonder what it was.

"Ani lets go to that before we leave," you smile up at him.

"Do we push the button?" he asks staring at the two buttons on the wall.

"I guess so," you shrug pushing the bottom one.

The doors open and you step inside with him as they shut.

"Where do you think this takes us," he wonders aloud.

"I'm not sure, guess it's a surprise," you grin.

A few moments later the doors open, you notice it's by the entrance you came in through.

"Oh! It's like another type of stair, Ani," you realize.

"I suppose it is... I got to say I am a bit disappointed, I though it would take us somewhere cool," he sighs. You nod your head and the two of you leave to go back to where you were staying. You would be coming back here soon.

[smokestarrules]

May I ask about the Star Vs downspiral? I remember seeing commercials about that show but that's the extent of what I know. But I'm curious now.

Well, honestly there was a Lot that contributed to its fall from grace, but here are some of the lowlights.

(It's been a very long time since I watched this show so I may be forgetting some details; this is how I remember it).

A) Four prominent characters are drawn into a horrible, horrible love square. Star herself, Marco, who is the other main character whose family she stays with while on Earth, her ex-boyfriend Tom, and another character who we meet later, Kelly. I'm sure some people always shipped Star and Marco, whatever, but a significant amount of the fandom including myself were beyond content with their relationship staying platonic---romance was not a factor that needed to be brought in to make us care about their dynamic. In fact, romance just about killed any enjoyment for them at all because it was so poorly written.

Marco and Star go back and forth between taking that romantic step and subsequently rejecting each other for various reasons. At some point Star gets back with her ex, Tom, who seems to have turned over a new leaf. Marco and Tom even have episodes where they hang out together too. Then Marco starts dating Kelly at the same time Star and Tom start to fall out again.

Now that I'm writing this I've realized I actually forgot another entire character who was wrapped up in this; Jackie Lynn, who Marco has a crush on in the early season(s?). She and Marco are together at some point until she leaves him because he's clearly not into her anymore. There are five characters who get stuck in this terrible plotline.

It's just... so needlessly dramatic and completely unnecessary. Star and Marco end up together, of course, but in doing so they completely screw over those two other characters, and by that time, their relationship just leaves a bad taste in fans' mouths.

B) Star VS as a show initially started out as pretty episodic and pivoted to a more narrative-driven storyline later on, which isn't at all necessarily bad, but a lot of what I personally liked about the show ended up being pushed to the wayside because of the bigger emphasis on the plot, and it was disappointing. Not everything needs to have a massive earth-shattering narrative to be good.

The early episodes were character-driven, full of incredibly interesting worldbuilding, and just fun to watch. All of those things were shoved away to make room for something more dramatic and serious.

C) The main bad guys are also pretty much an entire species which is never a good idea because it breeds so many uncomfortable writing decisions. They're "monsters" and they are The Bad Guys, who the Regular People need to stay away from. The narrative kinda tries to challenge this concept, but in the end it's really just not important whatsoever.

Honorable mention) When the show was still good, Marco had a couple episodes in which really interesting things were happening with his gender; he crossdressed as part of Plot and then seemed as as if he was confused about how it made him feel? But later on that plotline turned into more of a joke than it already was and went nowhere. Just weird.

D) How the show ended was one of the absolute worst I've ever seen. I truly cannot explain to you just how--bizarre it is; anticlimactic, rushed, unexpected in the worst way. To stop people from fighting, Star makes the incredibly quick decision to just. destroy magic.

So she does.

The aftermath shows that the two dimensions (Earth and Star's original home, Mewni) are now merged together in some sort of 'happy' fusion, magic is completely not a thing anymore, and entire species that have before been shown to canonically need magic to survive are dead because of it, though the show doesn't think to provide a better explanation for that at all.

And it ends.

[celestialbackbiter]

skip the breathing, get to boasting

the lake, over the three years you’d been at camp half-blood, had become a late-night spot for the older campers. chiron didn’t like the idea at first, he thought it was too dangerous for you all to be out there, alone, at night without any supervision but he was quickly convinced by a trusted son of aphrodite that everyone would be okay. 

it was at the lakeside, late at night, that you and clarisse had kissed for the first time. the two of you had snuck off to the woods and finally - finally - kissed. you’d been pining after her for weeks, crushing on her for months, and it had all come out that fateful night. 

the two of you had been inseparable ever since. 

a newly-claimed son of hephaestus, you had no idea what his name was if you were being honest with yourself but you did remember smiling at him on his first day in camp and giving a small hello, had managed to stop you in your tracks on your way to where clarisse was sitting. “i could make you a new one, if you wanted.”

you’d just gone to the bathroom, you should have only been gone a couple of minutes. you could see her lounging against her log in the sand, one leg bent up, eyes on you.

“i’m sorry?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused, but not looking away from clarisse. 

“your sword.” the handle had cracked on your sword, sparring with clarisse a few days back. 

“oh,” you looked away from clarisse reluctantly, trying to be polite. “thanks but leo’s already said he’d do it.” the guy leaned into you, his hand resting on a tree to your side. blocking your view of your girlfriend.

“well i’m better than leo.” you didn’t like this guy.

“well i’ll be sure to tell leo that, i'm sure he'd appreciate the ego boost.” you gave him a tight lipped smile, and moved to step around him. he pushed himself off the tree and stepped in your path.

“aww you gonna put in a good word for me?” his tone was teasing, but you didn’t want him to be teasing as he smirked at you. you let out a polite chuckle, and went to walk around him once more. he blocked you again. 

“i’ll put in a bad word for you, if you really want.” the guy turned around at the sudden new voice to see clarisse stood before him, arms crossed.

she was eye-to-eye with the guy, almost as broad, and so much more beautiful. the guy let out a laugh.

“i’m sorry?” he mirrored clarisse’s crossed arms, puffing out his chest, squaring up to her.

clarisse squared back. “you will be sorry,” she stepped into his space and lowered her voice a little. “if you don’t stop trying to flirt with my girlfriend.” you moved to stand next to clarisse, placing a hand on her arm to try and deescalate the situation before it even began. 

the guy's eyebrows were in his hairline. “your girlfriend?”

you both nodded in unison and you glanced at clarisse. she looked proud to say those words, to claim you as hers. she never stopped looking the guy in the eye.

“right, whatever.” the guy shouldered past you and clarisse with enough force to move you, even though it was clarisse he had touched, but she didn’t even flinch. 

she turned back to you, and you walked hand-in-hand back to your log in the sand. she sat on the sand, and pulled you down onto her lap. you protested slightly, you and clarisse were never a couple for pda, but she brushed you off - whispering to you that it was okay. you sat straddling her lap. 

“what was he asking you about?” her hands were sitting just above each of your knees. you heaved a sigh. 

“my sword.” 

“i thought leo was fixing your sword.” her hands started to slide higher up your legs.

“he is. the guy was angling to fix it instead,” you swallowed, deciding to mess with your loving girlfriend just a little, you leaned right into her ear and whispered “i think he likes me.” 

clarisse’s hands stopped all movement, resting just where your camp-issued shorts had ridden up when you sat on her lap. “well he’s pretty comfortable looking at you still.” she whispered back to you, you pulled back to look at her face. 

she was looking past you, presumably at the guy, and her face was set in a scowl. “so?” you questioned, not understanding what clarisse meant. 

she finally drew her eyes away from the guy to look at you. her hands had started to move again. they travelled up your thighs and around to your back, venturing up and up until they landed on your mid-back. clarisse moved your hair over your shoulder, and pulled you into her chest causing your back to arch a little. one hand cradled your head, the other travelled back down to your ass and squeezed. 

“so,” you groaned in clarisse’s ear as she started to kiss your neck in between whispered words. “let's give him something to look at. make him a little uncomfortable."

[egglygreg]

Yet another inexplicably vivid YA dream with an almost coherent narrative structure:

A warm Northern Kingdom, constantly at odds with the cold Southern Kingdom. Both places have extremely advanced technology but it's very old and they don't necessarily know how to use/fix/make more of it.

There have been recent battles over ancient tech, the north has been targeted by the south.

Our POV character is the Northern Princess, a young woman with golden red hair and deep red eyes.

The princess, desperate to get out of the castle and go riding, takes her horse and sneaks out of the secret gate in the gardens behind the palace.

While out riding, she is captured by southerners. They take her back to their city in the icefields, which the northerners have been unable to find for many long years.

The place they take her to is a mechanical structure her people had managed to locate, but had dismissed as just a strange ruin of ancient defunct technology.

Her captors lead her onto it, and the machine activates and begins to shift. Strange walls of energy spring up, which the southerners walk her through. The colour of the energy changes from blue to red, and a loud mechanical voice announces "royal blood recognised."

Her captors seem taken aback for a moment, before they walk her forward to a strange box in the middle of the mechanism. One young man, who has been quite kind to her despite being a kidnapper, steps into it with her, and then suddenly and very quickly they drop

down

down

down

under the ice and through the water, in the small glass-like box.

The Princess becomes terrified and panicked, crying and shaking and absolutely petrified. In her panic she starts lashing out and hitting the walls, desperate to get back to the surface. Her captor tries to calm her down, gripping her upper arms and pulling her back against himself, while speaking gently and kindly to her despite his own confusion over her reaction.

(For him and all his people this was a perfectly normal trip, but she had never experienced anything like a deep sea elevator before).

The box brings them into the centre of a large and fairly busy town square. She is the first northerner in memory to set foot in the southern city, an enormous structure hidden beneath the icy ocean.

It was much colder in the city than she was used to.

She is taken through the streets and into an impressive and strange room. She and her captor stand before a throne, and on it sits the southern king, a middle aged man with brown hair and a very stern and harrowed expression. He asks the young man who the girl is, and seems somehow both pleased and very stressed to hear she is the princess of the North.

While she is technically a prisoner, she is given mostly free reign to wander the city. A young woman is assigned as her guide/guard, though the young man who first brought her down to the city comes around quite often to check in on her.

She feels so cold in this strange place that she takes to wearing a blanket over her shoulders, and one of her favourite places to go is near the city's great engines where the heat is highest. Most of the southerners find the place uncomfortably hot and avoid it.

(Unfortunately story-wise that's all I've got, because that's when I woke up. For me though it was a relief, because being deep underwater in a submerged vessel is literally one of my worst nightmares and I'm also pretty claustrophobic, so that's the reason the princess lost her mind in the deep sea elevator. I was seeing from her pov at the time and I was legit terrified 😅 Even the handsome love interest didn't help)

[greenlantern94to04]

Green Lantern #53 (July 1994)

Superman comes to retrieve the villain from his comic who somehow ended up in this one. What is this, a crossover episode?! Well, yeah.

Last issue, Mongul dropped in on Kyle Rayner's beach-side photo session and demanded a rematch with "Green Lantern," not terribly concerned with the fact that this is a completely different GL from the one who defeated in Coast City him last year. The fight isn't going too well for Kyle, but luckily for him it's interrupted by one of Mongul's former space gladiators: Superman.

As Superman and Mongul get reacquainted, Kyle ignores his girlfriend Alex's advice and tries to rejoin the fight... only for Mongul to swat him off like a mosquito and send him flying to the water, where he immediately starts drowning. Cue sad trombone.

Superman must have a lot of faith in this new GL he just met (or, more likely, in his GL ring), because he doesn't even try to go rescue him from a watery death. The faith turns out to be well-placed, since Kyle triumphantly emerges from the water and distracts Mongul, allowing Superman to knock him away. This finally gives the two heroes a chance to introduce themselves to each other:

(Superman saying "By the way, I'm Superman" is 1) ridiculous and 2) exactly what Superman would say.)

After seeing Kyle using his ring, Superman says the Guardians must be pleased to have him as a Corps member, to which Kyle replies "Guardians? Core member?" Mongul isn't enjoying the fight so much anymore, so he decides to end it by unleashing his secret weapon: a yellow laser (so that's what that square on his chest is for). To Superman and Mongul's confusion, Kyle doesn't understand why he should be afraid of a little yellow and shrugs off Mongul's attack.

Inspired by Superman's comment about not losing his "train of thought," Kyle finally knocks Mongul out by slamming him with a "Slamtrak" train. Superman is impressed ("Not bad for a Green Lantern who's never even heard of the Guardians of the Universe") and tells Kyle to look him up if he's ever in Metropolis. Superman flies off to take Mongul back to jail, leaving Kyle pretty satisfied with himself. He tells Alex that he feels like he passed his first real test (Ohm didn't count, I guess?) and now he thinks "everything's going to be all right." Everything's coming up Rayner!

Meanwhile, back in that shady government office from last issue, the shady government agents give a shady purple figure the mission to retrieve a powerful ring that ended up in the hands (well, hand) of some random dude. We see that the purple figure is Major Force, a.k.a. Captain Atom But Evil, one of the villains who broke out of supervillain prison with Mongul.

Oh, and they give him their best lead for how to find his target: the name "Alexandra DeWitt."

Plotline-Watch:

SPOILERS: Everything's NOT going to be all right.

When Mongul says he's gonna kill Superman, he replies: "I hate to disappoint you... [PUNCH] but it's been done!" This is a reference to that obscure storyline where Superman did, in fact, die. (Maybe I should start keeping track of all the times Superman references his death during supervillain battles in this era.)

When Kyle is about to rejoin the fight, Alex tells him this is "a little out of your league." This is NOT a reference to the fact that Superman and Kyle will end up as teammates in the Justice League, but I'm choosing to see it as that anyway.

This issue establishes that Kyle's ring, unlike Hal's, works perfectly fine on yellow things (and beings, like Mongul), but doesn't explain why yet. It also establishes that Kyle does have a weakness: ADHD.

Superman says he's got questions about what happened to Hal, who he hasn't seen "since Coast City" ('s funeral), and Kyle wishes him luck in finding his buddy. Those questions will be answered pretty dramatically in Zero Hour. There will be punching involved.

While taking Mongul away, Superman assures Kyle that this time "there won't be any chance of him getting free" as we see an image of some sort of hi-tech iron maiden-type contraption. There was some chance, it turns out, since Mongul will get free in 1995's Flash #102, where he'll once again be used to demonstrate the limits of the title hero's new powers.

I like the part when the government agents ask Major Force if he didn't go soft while he was in prison and, to find out if he did, they shoot him in the head. MF barely seems to notice the bullet and then breaks the agent's gun and hand, so I guess that's a "no."

Man, that Alex is a keeper. May Kyle and her have a long and happy relationship!

NEXT ISSUE: The one with the refrigerator.

[beskarinhyperspace]

Moon Dust

I’ve been in worse situations.. 

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6. No Signal

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC:  3.8k 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx

Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you were beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest— 

"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside. 

You simply smiled to yourself as you strapped your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you came out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you already eaten?” you asked smiling, but the smile quickly turned into confusion. 

He handed a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You took it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.” 

You nodded, taking a bite and started to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You tried not to think too much of it. Maybe he was just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you told yourself. 

After an hour of walking, you felt tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you had left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?” 

He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?” 

His defensive tone left you shocked. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “ 

“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.  

You sighed, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you heard the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolled his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignited his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You tried to shout louder but he was already gone. As you looked around you felt defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...” 

After a moment you finally calmed down, sitting on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the trees branches before landing. 

“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed. 

He took a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you. 

The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.” 

He sighed, “I was just looking for the lake.” he answered in a cold voice. “Come..”  

But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You heard him say from behind, but you didn't bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignored him the best you could. Walking faster as you approached the ship. He didn't say a word as he followed you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute. 

Arriving at the ship, you got in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this was different. There was a possibility that this was it. That there was no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them. 

After about an hour of lying in bed, you could feel and hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You told yourself before sitting up on the edge of the bed, feeling like the air in your room thick. With the back of your sleeves, you dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stood up. You were feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gathered your forces to get more energy, you moved carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you saw a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me?  Surprised, you took it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blinked a few times as you felt dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sighed as you looked to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good. 

Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or say to you. Not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.  

Hearing you come out of the fresher made his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he got up from the comfort of his chair, heading towards the ladder. 

- 

You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the man come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and– 

He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” He let out as he nervously played with the tip of his gloved fingers. He took more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me cyare.” 

You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation. 

He anxiously stroked his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stopped, clearing his throat, “do you want to come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrected himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I-I like being with you...” 

You smiled shyly, nodding as you took a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he was about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.” 

He took your hand, squeezing your fingers before taking you into his room. Once inside, he took a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You could see him swallow as his fingertips brushed the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and start to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.  

He turned his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.” 

With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time” 

He chuckled at your comment. After closing the light off, you heard the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning. 

You moved more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifted closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.” 

He smiled to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he could hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh. 

You nodded feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—” 

“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however, definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously how you feel comfortable and safe in his presence. You might be stuck here but you were stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing. 

You woke up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell. When you began to realize where you were. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. You felt the cold morning air moving into the ship crawling up your legs and quickly, the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough. 

Carefully, you got out. Making sure not to look back at him as you opened the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could. 

Entering your small room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. After changing, you ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warm and cozy under your covers. 

- 

You woke up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots were walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who was now watching you from above and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You asked worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “ 

“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry. 

You sat up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell asleep.” 

“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks  you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger. 

“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.” 

His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”  

“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turned around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “ 

He halted, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.” 

“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.” 

He played nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “ 

“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you said the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stared at you motionless. You swallowed, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear. Especially right now. 

He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moved closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you could see the prominent veins crippling along his arms as he kneeled on the bed. Crawling over to come join you. His muscles twitching and contracting as he placed his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers grazed the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispered, I just want you so much.” He brought them to your chin, swiping them over your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaky breath and that's all he needed to know before his hand reached to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process. 

Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This felt good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appeared on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his along the way. 

As you tried to anchor yourself in the dark, you placed your hands flat on his chest. If you couldn’t see his face, could you at least touch it? Slowly you moved them up to the side of his neck. He stayed still, rigid even, as if he was trying to figure out what to do but didn’t stop you. You could feel his body moving slightly back as you brought your fingers to his jaw, who was clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair came poking at your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you.  

He grunted, holding the side of your head as he kissed you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside, searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy. 

Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved his lips to your chest. Your nipples were already hardened from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hummed against your skin as he grabbed one with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere. 

You were getting lost in pleasure as you raked your hands into his hair. pulling them as he let go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly, adjusting himself in lower. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, pulling them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moved them gradually in between your thighs. You could hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch. 

Hearing you made him chuckled as he now passed them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cried out. Pressured by your pleasured pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he added another finger inside. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.  

His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning, you sank on it as you pulled him by his neck to kiss him.  

Taken by surprise, he stopped moving. “Fuuck,” he grunted out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika...” Taking your hand while you made his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.  

As you adjusted yourself to him and him to you, you passed a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’ 

You felt him smile shyly against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Now trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kissed your palm. He let out some low moans as he rhythmically pushed against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kissed you fully, “Maker cyare...”  

You made him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah...” he moaned out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It didn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He followed you closely as you came together. 

Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He came to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that was anchoring you to reality was his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river. 

As you were wrapped in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder more about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?” You asked softly. 

“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.” 

“I'm so sorry.” 

He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier? I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.” 

“The crew uh..” 

He chuckled through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?” 

You smile softly, “yeah, okay.” He gave your forehead a kiss as he shifted in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathered his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You sensed Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs. 

“Mando? What are you doing?” 

All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.” 

Grabbing your jaw, he moved your face upward to him. You could feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones pressing onto yours. You began to feel aroused again as he pushed his tongue in, tasting you again. He smiled instantly as he saw you moved slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He let go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.” 

“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?” 

“Yes” 

And as you do you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools and we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.” 

“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.” 

“Din...” 

He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..” 

You smiled to him, shaking your head slightly, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.” 

“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he walked away, he kept thinking back to your words. Find a way to get back... He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He took a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, one day at a time... 

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[the-mother-of-lions]

Referencing this gifset.

So tbh I was inspired by a different gifset which is linked in my original post. I made my own templates and everything, I didn't steal or get them from someone else.

I also did not expect to get asked about this so I didn't save my psds which is why it took me so long to answer this. sorry for not including visual examples, i just didn't want to remake the gifs. if anything confuses you please send me an ask or dm me!

To start with, I made my gifs and then the template which is a 5x5 grid of squares. I made it by making a bunch of lines and then adjusting them until they were all equi-distant apart. there is probably a better and easier way to do that, i just don't know it

The base layer is Big Megumi. On top of him is the smaller unhinged Megumi and the blend on him is set to Screen. And then Gojo is on top of them all, blend set to normal.

Duplicating the grid into the folder, I used the Rectangle Tool to draw three rectangles where I wanted Gojo to show through in the middle. These rectangles were all different layers originally, then I selected them all and Merged them into one shape.

Setting the shape below Gojo's layer, I then right-clicked on Gojo and chose Create Clipping Mask, which clips Gojo to the shape. I adjusted him from there until I got him set the way I wanted in the box.

The grid goes on top of everything then I did the recoloring.

Gojo is H/S with the Sat all the way down, and there's a layer mask on him where i erased the H/S from his eyeball and then increased the Cyan with Selective Color layers.

For the Megumi's, I used H/S and Selective Color to increase the blues until I got it the way I wanted. And that's honestly pretty much it.

The middle gif is simple blending which I actually already have a tutorial on here, and the coloring method is the same as Gojo.

I didn't really add any screenshots to this tutorial, I'm sorry, but I will give you my grids. I have a 5x5 and a 6x6. There's no need to credit me for them, I hope they help you in some way!

If you have any more questions, please reach out!

[12romy]

32 and 54 please! Chewis!! 🩵 (you are incredible!)

Hi dearie, thank youuuu! So 32 is Pregnancy fic, and 54 is secret relationship... I decided to write something absolutely self-indulging, and went with ALL the clichés XDD

Hope you'll like it, enjoy~

With how often Lewis touches his own belly, he's scared people might end up noticing, but he can't help himself.

He started to show, and it made him feel warm every time he looked at himself. Charles is probably worse than him, anyway. He can't keep his hands off Lewis' small bump every time they're together.

Lewis is so glad the season is coming to an end. He's getting tired, and starts to have back pain - although that could be because of the car. He's taking a year off. The pregnancy was not planned, but a welcome surprise. They both cried when they found out, and Charles still gets emotional about it sometimes.

The news of his retirement - he doesn't know if it will be a temporary one yet - should come out Monday morning, after they both leave Abu Dhabi. The country is not very nice to male carriers.

After long talks, Lewis decided to announce his pregnancy and come out. His relationship with Charles, however, will stay a secret for now. Ferrari was not very enthusiastic at the thought of him coming out.

Lewis knows that Charles feels bad about it, but himself doesn't mind. He hasn't been out for his entire career, he doesn't want to force his partner to come out.

Of course, things don't go as smoothly as planned. During qualifying, Max crashes him out.

Lewis grunts in pain as his car hits the wall, Max spinning off a little further away. Panic hits immediately, and he checks his stomach, frantic. He's fine, he's not hurting, and there is no blood - only then can he breathe again.

He also realises at that point that his left wrist hurts more than it should.

"Lewis!" someone calls, and it should be Bono but it's not, it's the voice of his boyfriend.

Lewis turns his head and realises that yes, Charles is here, running toward him. He wasn't in the crash, why is he…

"Lewis, oh my god, are you okay?" he asks again, close.

"Charles, I'm fine," he replies quickly. "We're fine, everything is fine. Fuck, I'm sorry, you must've been so worried…"

"Don't apologise, it's not your fault!" Charles shakes his head. "I'm so relieved that you're okay… I thought my heart was about to stop when I saw the crash. Let's get you out."

He helps Lewis unstrap and pulls him out of the car gently. Lewis doesn't miss the arm wrapped around his waist and his hand conveniently on his lower stomach.

Max comes to them, then, a confused expression on his face. "You're a medic, now, Leclerc?" he taunts. "What the fuck was that, Hamilton?"

"I'm sorry what?" Charles says dryly before Lewis can speak. He lets go of Lewis, stomping toward Max. "That was all your fault!"

"It was not! Why are you defending him? He's fucking fine, what's wrong with you?" Max scoffs.

"What wrong with-" Charles starts, cuts himself with a laugh of disbelief, then screams. "What's wrong with me is that you crashed into my pregnant boyfriend! You could've killed my child you fucking bastard!"

Before Lewis can stop him, Charles punches Max square in the face, making him stumble backward. Ouch, Max shouldn't have taken off his helmet - actually, scratch that, he's pretty sure Charles would've gone for a kick in the balls otherwise.

"Charlie, enough!" Lewis calls, Charles freezing. "I'm fine, and the baby is fine. I'm gonna get checked at the medical wing, just to be sure, okay? Just continue the quali, I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm coming with you," Charles refuses right away. I'm taking engine penalty anyway, who fucking cares."

"Charles…"

"I'm not leaving you right now. We are in trouble, I bet, with all the cameras around… I don't think either of us should stay alone."

"I have to admit, our plan to keep our relationship under wrap is pretty much busted now…"

"I don't know if I really regret it…" Charles hesitates. Lewis takes his hand, gently. The moment was broken with Max angrily grabbing Charles by the shoulder.

"What the fuck mate, what kind of joke is that?" he spits out, angry. The marshalls arrive to separate them before it can get out of hand again - thankfully. Charles insists on following Lewis in the medical car and doesn't let go of him until they have to get out. His own hand doesn't leave his stomach for a second.

They do an echography first, to confirm everything is okay, and the adrenaline from the crash finally comes down. Lewis is crying from relief before he realises what's happening.

"Hey, don't cry," Charles tells him gently. "It's all okay, now…"

"I know, I know… I think my wrist is sprained, so I'm not gonna race tomorrow."

"You what???" Charles screams out. "Lewis, why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, I kinda… Forgot."

Twenty minutes later, Lewis' wrist is in a sling, and they are ready to leave. The front of the medical wing is swarming with journalists waiting for them, however, same as the back entry.

It looks like they don't really have the choice but to confront them. At least, their teams had sent them two bodyguards, which will hopefully be enough.

"I'm sorry for this," he tells Charles.

"Not your fault, Lew," he shrugs. "I'm the one who rushed to your car. It might be easier, not having to hide."

"I hope it will be," Lewis sighs.

"You're ready?"

"I am," he says, taking Charles' hand. "Let's do this."

Charles pushes the door open, and Lewis' hand flies to his stomach out of habit. They would be fine, the three of them.

[thatkippycat]

Wick x M!LocalPolitician!Reader

I'm back bitches/lh! And for my grand return, I did way too much research into St. Louis' city government. Look up the Board of Alderman, if you're curious. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

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• You're father was a decently wealthy man. Not old money level of money, but enough for him to afford a nice townhouse in St. Louis, specifically Lafayette Square.

• It was also enough money to earn him good will, and a few financing jobs for American politicians.

• With that money, comes amazing opportunities for a kid like you.

• Enter the 1904 World Fair and Olympic Games.

• You attended them both, and it lit a flame in you.

• You saw the wonder in the world, and you wanted to make sure people could find.

• Naturally, you wanted St. Louis to be the place to see that splendor.

• You became a lawyer at first, running a practice from a building, using the upstairs as your home.

• You had a pretty good thing going, with money coming in, most going back into the community, and a good reputation among the locals.

• But then you ended up finding out about some, not so great news.

• Turns out most of the city's were somewhat corrupt.

• Granted, the corruption isn't what you were upset with, it was with the fact that they weren't  helping the people.

• This simply wouldn't do in your eyes, and so you set out to win a local office.

• Eventually, you got your wish, and became the alderman for ward 8 of St. Louis.

• It was during this time you first met Mr. Sable.

• He was a fine young man, and you do mean fine.

• You didn't even know you had half of these feelings until you saw him!

• It started out simply enough, with you inviting him to business meetings and lunch.

• Eventually you started hanging out around town, as friends.

• Even later, and you ended up continuing the "business meetings" in his bedroom.

• (For my ace besties out there, or just those who aren't into it, y'all are just enjoying the privacy, and nothing more. Love y'all<3!)

• Wick also had a lot of confusing feelings as your relationship developed, but hey, you two figured it out together.

• It took a while for either of you to get things really going, relationship wise.

• And it still is difficult, with both of your jobs requiring so much time.

• Still, you try to spend as much time together as possible.

• Even if it is under the guise of reviewing his company's policies, or meeting to get "a better sense of how to help the people."

• That second one was at least somewhat true, though.

• Yeah, Wick probably wasn't the best person to be going to for the general public's opinion, but it did help.

• Especially when he introduced you to the Lackadaisy.

• It was a nice little place, even if you did first visit it at its decline.

• Wick would've brought you sooner, but you were a politician, and prohibition was in effect...

• Luckily, you never bought into the "alcohol is evil" thing, so you were more than happy to share a few drinks to loosen up.

• On top of that, the Lackadaisy gave you the opportunity to meet some of the actual citizens of St. Louis.

• Granted, there weren't many, as the place was already drying up, but it still gave you insight.

• Insight which, with a little bit of nudging, and financial backing, from Wick, let you make a difference, even if it was rather small.

• Now that terms are ending, though, and you aren't sure about your reelection, you have a nice little back up plan.

• And that plan is to be Wick's "advisor," which should give you more than enough time together.