#but ty for asking it was interesting to try and actually put the process to words

[cyrsed]

how do you get your colors in your art to look so good?

gonna resist the urge to say my colors aren't that great, and i'm gonna try and think about how i do color seriously.... also thank you for the compliment! i've always felt like i struggle with color but maybe i can still be helpful :B if this stuff is all super basic, apologies in advance

ig i already love bright colors, especially warm colors, but i feel like a lot of making visual art is bringing out the contrasts between colors, light and dark, textures, movement, saturation, curves and straight lines, etc., so that just means i usually try to think about the relationships between the colors a little more than the colors individually.

i also don't usually start with a solid color palette defined beforehand. i usually know the basic colors i want, but i don't typically choose them before i start bc that's too rigid for me, and i want to be able to adjust things or throw things out without worrying that i'm messing up the balance of a palette i already committed to.

so for this one

i used a lot of warm colors bc i loove earthy yellows and oranges, but i think it can make colors feel more vibrant if they're next to colors that contrast w/ it (warm and cool, or complementary colors).

the "gray" metal parts of the picture like the shelf stile coming down vertically, and the jar lids behind it, are green to contrast w the oranges and reds in particular, and there's some blue popping up in the zombie head and the shadows on the bottom shelf for the same reason, altho the blue is a touch on the greener, cooler side of blue (as opposed to the purpler, warmer side).

usually if i use a color in one place, i try to pull it into the rest of the picture for better balance unless maybe if it's the focal point. so i'm doing that with the blue, and the orange stickers to spread the bright orange from that big jar around more.

also i don't usually use straight gray/white/black, 99.9% of the time i'll use something tinted like that green metal stile, or the pinkish gray in the jar on the far right.

same here: it's mostly green and red bc i like that combo & they're complementary, but i did try to pull a little blue in as well through the shadows on the right ribcage and that one mystery organ under the green intestine, nd in the back of the leg.

that being said tho, it's not really "blue", it's more like nearly gray-purple that looks blue bc it's next to such bright warm colors. that's the magic of gray lol, it's very useful bc it's easy to make it look as if it's warm/cool depending on what colors it's surrounded with.

ig color for me is mostly about color relationships and saturation... the gray can look like blue if it needs to, and it can make the colors next to it look even more vibrant so the skin of this necromorph dude looks sickly and dead but the organs look pretty lively.

when i shade something i always try to use a color that's at least a little bit different from whatever the base color is. so in this case the base color was that kind of pale orange and the orange-ish gray, but the shadows are both super saturated & one is leaning more toward a sienna/orange (on the left side of the pic on the arm and ribs) and the other one is leaning a lil more toward a berry purple/red & i think that usually adds some nice depth to the color. also don't be afraid to add reeeally dark darks and really light lights, but imo the darks give colors the most life by contrast.

since this was a limited palette & not that detailed, i didn't worry about pulling that aquamarine anywhere else.

other than that, i just try to be bold with colors, and go for something exciting & not worry too much about whether it looks naturalistic. plus there's tons of colors you can pull out from regular objects/lighting/whatever else. this isn't specific to color, but the other thing i try to do is practice seeing what colors/forms are really there, not what i expect to be there.

a super basic example would be if i want to draw a banana, i don't want to just automatically reach for yellow bc bananas are yellow, i want to either look closely at the real banana i want to draw, and really try to see what colors are really there (which can be surprising tbqh), or if i'm not actually looking at a real one, then just try to pull in more color for the fun of it, like shading it with purple or blue maybe idk go nutso!

tl;dr i think i usually try to keep in mind

warm/cool color balance

complementary colors (altho tbh you can make any color combo look good, esp if you mess with warm/cool balance)

saturation (i keep a lot of things saturated, but also the contrast between saturation/desaturation can make the colors look more intense)

light and dark contrast

using tinted grays to imply a warmer/cooler color that contrasts with the main palette

color depth (shading with cooler and/or warmer variations of similar colors)

go nutso

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[candyje11yfish]

ty! \(^_^)/ feelin good so ill try answer in detail for ya!!!! 

most of the time i just do basic cell shading. here ill explain my rendering process after i choose my base colours, ill try keep it short & sweet!! nvm warning buckle up its really super long.

flat colours -> fully shaded!!

⭐️Picking shading colours!

usually it's just the base colour with +saturation OR a hue shift! i dont really lower brightness.

This is what i mean by HSB, i never use the colour wheel i prefer the sliders!!!

i like my art to look super colourful so i do things like shading pink with blue instead of with a darker pink or red, as shown in the above callie piece.

examples ft lumity:

skin: i always keep it very simple & cartoony! over the nose, below the eyes, the neck & sometimes the tips of the ears is where i'll put shading

hair: as u can See, it's not darker than the base colour at all!! for dark hair like luz's, i brighten & saturate the colour, and for light hair like amity's i just shift the hue a little!

⭐️more kewl tips:

colourpick from yourself!!!! instead of making a new colour for everything, try using a colour u already have down!!!! like below: by limiting my colour palette, it looks more harmonious

really messy image but i hope u get what i mean. also the "off white / black" thing is a separate choosing base colours thing!! i can expand on that if anyone's interested 😙

shove halftones in wherever they fit. here are the 2 pngs i use!! there a rlly good alt to gradients, i used a LOT of them in that callie piece!!! clipping mask over where u want it & alpha lock to change colour.

⭐️here's a WHERE i put the shading:

look st the environment ur guy is in!! pick where your light source is coming from & look where that light will hit and where it is blocked by something.

bounce light: the sun's light is also shining on the grass! so powerful the green reflects right back!

this is kinda more realistic lighting now.

i kinda just put a circle wherever theres a corner!

and i put that Beautiful Shape a lot wherever. i change it a little depending on the character, sometimes its triangular or squarey but thats the base shape! i dont even know what its called but i love it.

look at this hello weird shape guy!!!

actually, my grandfest art are probably some of the most detailed art i have! u can see urself where i put shading & stuff - they do have more desaturated colour palettes though:

& here are some additional examples ^_^ flat colour -> shaded -> multiply layer -> lighting

in this one u can see the hand & leg at the back are completely in shadow too :)

anyway i think that's kinda it? i dont really know how to explain it, i just do what feels & looks right to me??? remember that im Not an expert & this is just how i do things :)

i will always repeat my no1 tips tho: keep drawing!!! and copy ur fave artists!!!!!! it really will hell u find what u like!!!!!!!!!!!!

i hope this post helps a little & answers ur question😇 never be shy to ask me anything cuz i love answering & chattin w u guys!!!!

EDIT: just saying these arent set rules or anything!!!! u can see just how many times i Dont follow my own advice LOL. my artstyle is super inconsistent, i rarely draw things the same every time

[xzaddyzanakinx]

what do you think stalker!anis body count is?

i can’t work out if he’s had a “fuck everything that walks” phase or not

I’ve thought about this a lot actually, cause I’ve also had trouble deciding that lmao. I originally intended for stalker!ani to have BPD, but as he developed as a character I think antisocial personality disorder fits him much, much better. Both disorders experience hypersexuality.

In this essay I will…

Stalker!Anakin has never had a girlfriend before reader. Unfortunately he was painfully awkward and strange during his elementary school years:

Exhibit A: tying nettles together with worms (a beautiful bouquet if you ask me) and giving them to a girl he thought was pretty.

Exhibit B: staring and unapologetically eavesdropping on any conversation.

Exhibit C: starting conversations with “I am Anakin Skywalker, I am seven years old and I like to collect Hot Wheels. Do you like to collect Hot Wheels?” (Bc his therapist said he should try to be ‘relatable’ by finding people with similar interests. How is he expected to do that unless he systematically goes through his entire class list and initiates/interviews his classmates??)

Moving onto his middle school years were even worse bc he found out that girls are hot and hot girls make him horny. Everyone remembered him as the weird kid, told the other sixth graders and ruined his chances of winning people over with his new, carefully crafted personality/mask.

So when he asked his crush to the homecoming dance he bought real flowers (sans worms!!), and his mom helped him find a cute sign on Pinterest to copy… She refused the flowers and said “ew”, thinking there were prob bugs in it (she’d heard the gossip). Anakin unwrapped the flowers and shook them out to prove they were indeed wormless, made a joke and then the girl reconsidered her refusal and decided ‘hey maybe he’s not so bad, all kids are weird anyway so he’s probably fine now’.

Turns out he was in fact trying to be fine & normal. But ended up in a ‘Carrie at prom’ situation at the homecoming dance bc the guy who also liked Anakin’s date was there. Anakin ended up with a suspension and the other guy ended up with the girl.

Then the summer of 7th grade he wacked a grown man with a table.

That didn’t bode well for his highschool conquests of course! So he got his rocks off with the occasional use of the good ol’ ‘hide in the bushes with binoculars and hope Becky from Algebra changes in front of her window again’

Anakin got his first job at the Hot Topic when he was 17. This is where he tried out everything he’d learned over the years and he realized he was actually very decent at speaking to girls as long as he kept up his masked personality. Anakin stayed a virgin until a pretty girl with a nose ring (she worked at Claire’s, he was getting his ear pierced) complimented his Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt and he smooth talked his way into getting her in his car after his shift. Then… continued to do that for a while, strictly fucking. She thought it was strange that he never really wanted to talk before or after.

He was just trying to perfect his sex game and she was just a body. She wasn’t his dream gal, so she was perfect for making mistakes and learning from them. He didn’t have to worry about appearances or properly apologizing for accidentally not doing super great at something, he could just move on and keep going. After all, she was just a body to practice on.

Unfortunately for Anakin he had a brand new court appointed therapist at the time who didn’t think promiscuity was good for the healing and reconditioning process (it wasn’t).

So Anakin put a stop to fuckin’ the girl from Claire’s. He was very confused that she was so upset when he just completely ignored her. The next time they both worked, she waited at his truck like usual and he walked right past her and got in his truck, locked the door and backed out of the parking spot without waiting for her to move (she was fine just really mad).

Claire’s girl confronted him about it, thinking she’d done something to upset him and asked if that was his way of breaking up with her. Anakin’s like??? Break up?? We were never dating!!?? (This is how he found out that when you fuck someone weekly for over four months they will more than likely form an emotional attachment)

To avoid a repeat of that incident when he moved to the city for college (he dropped out obvi), he got a job as a bartender for the sole purpose of people watching for research and practicing being a normal dude. Being a normal dude includes learning how to pick up chicks, so I think he probably took a girl home once or twice a month just to keep sharp on his pretending and fucking skills so he’d be on his best game when he found the right girl.

So in conclusion, yes he did have a ‘fuck everything that walks’ phase. Just not for the sex. For research.

me reading the DSM-5 and diagnosing him. [im a doctor you can trust me]

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[spaceagebachelormann]

MARS CAN I HAVE HCS FOR DOING UR MAKEUP WITH THE DUCKS <333333

PLSPSLOSLSLSLSÑSLSPSLSÑSLÑSJSLDLSJSKS ILYSM KSBDND

doing ur makeup with the ducks !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, fulton reed, connie moreau, guy germaine, julie gaffney, ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

✧ additional info: can be read as romantic or platonic! readers gender isn’t explicitly specified but is supposed to be fem

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ charlie conway

he’s. very interesting about it

he’ll mainly just sit and watch cause he doesn’t know what else to do but will ask questions

“omg what’s this” and it’s probably mascara

even though he’s a guy u would think he knows that

he’s not mean about it or anything, he actually asks a lot of questions because he’s genuinely interested

ೃ༄ adam banks

i have a hc he has an older sister so he actually knows what a lot of the bottles are

he’d let u test lipsticks on his arm <3

and if u wanted his honest opinion on how ur makeup looks he may or may not be able to give it 😭 but if he thinks it looks bad he’ll hesitate for like 5 mins before finally saying “you look a little crazy.. i’m sorry”

and he’d let u put some on him for funsies

ೃ༄ lester averman

he’d talk non stop the whole time u do ur makeup

it’s like 40% questions and 60% random nonsense

it’s entertaining though because he knows all the gossip and has fun facts that are actually terrifying

he’d wanna try to put makeup on u but u don’t let him cause he’ll fuck up 💕

and if u get up to go to the bathroom or just to get something u come back and bro looks like a clown

ೃ༄ fulton reed

despite the fact he’s very silly and chaotic and always has something to start yelling about he actually likes the peacefulness of when ur doing ur makeup

it’s like a little free period for him cause he can get hw done, sleep, just sit there and talk normally, etc

ofc cause he’s a Teenage Boy he’d probably make fun of u a little but he’s overall amazed by the process and how long a full face takes

and also would ask u to tell him whatever gossip yk and his responses are so funny

“so yk chelsea?—” “OHH THE ONE WHO GOT PREGNANT??? YEAHHH” “apparently the dad is j-“ “JAKE??? I FUCKING KNEW IT.”

ೃ༄ connie moreau

i feel like she’s one of those girls who only wears like mascara and lipgloss (not cause she’s a pick me but because she doesn’t know how to do anything else)

will ask u to do hers for her! and teach her how to do stuff like blush and eyeliner since she doesn’t know how but rlly wants to learn

and she also compliments ur makeup every 2 mins

“omgg u look gorgeous!” “connie babes i haven’t even put anything on yet” “and? <3”

ೃ༄ guy germaine

says things like “you look so pretty” or “that looks so cool? omg?” every 2 seconds

he genuinely thinks ur the greatest at doing makeup

and he also let’s u test lipsticks on his arm

i feel like he’d ask u to put eyeliner on him just cause he wants to see what it looks like on him <3

also his hands are probably really steady for some reason?? so if u have shaky hands hed help u put stuff on

ೃ༄ julie gaffney

100% curls ur lashes for u if ur also terrified of the lash curler

does hers with u even though she doesn’t rlly use concealer and foundation and skin stuff cause she washes her face every day <3

but she’d know how to use literally everything and is fucking amazing at it and can help u with whatever u want

would ask u to help her choose colours if she decides to have colourful eyeshadow

let’s u paint her nails <3

ೃ༄ ken wu

i’m ngl he probably just sits there and watches

probably uses the time to just talk about whatever

and if y’all have classes together he asks for help with hw 😭

“so what’s number 4 again??” “oh it’s 13 over 6” “ty!!”

he’d also start organizing ur makeup for funsies and brings u snacks and water if he gets bored

ೃ༄ dean portman

will look through literally all ur makeup for funsies

and also asks a shit ton of questions

would probably say “that’s so girly 😹🫵” as a joke but he’s actually rlly intrigued and likes watching u do it

hands u whatever u need but u probably have to explain it to him and he grabs it at the last second to be a bitch

“can u hand me the lash curler?” “the what” “that curvy thing that looks like a little science tool” “wtf r u talking about” “oh my god let me—“ “OHHH U MEAN THIS”

sometimes he actually has no idea wtf u mean though

ೃ༄ luis mendoza

knows what everything is cause as we all know this MAN WHORE has had like 400 gfs

would suggest different lip colours to do

will 100% rizz u up while ur putting on lip gloss or lipstick

“i like that colour, u should kiss me so we can both have it” “that wasn’t smooth at all”

he also makes jokes like the little comedian he is (compares random people to random shit)

ೃ༄ dwayne robertson

he’s like adam but more talkative

would try to guess what everything is used for and like very rarely gets it right

but when he does he gets so excited

he’d do ur hair while u do ur makeup so u don’t have to after

WOULD PLAY COUNTRY MUSIC IN THE BG.

[obzessed]

HP characters : powerpoint presentation headcanon

This is so random but here is how I imagine marauders' era characters doing a powerpoint presentation

The Marauders

Do over the top presentations, (down to using costumes, yes) would make the wildest powerpoint (too many colors because they can’t agree on anything)

They make it really fun and entertaining tho

use the airplane (flying broom ??) transition, except the airplane is on fire for some reason

indian drama level of presentation

Will Not stop giggling and interrupting each other

Jocks in middle school vibe, but they’re actually really smart

here to clown and have a laugh

generally get a high grade but get points deducted for clarity and taking too damn long

Severus Snape (+bonus Lily Evans)

In a solo presentation, Severus would make perfect, pristine presentation

King of bullet points

University standards powerpoints

only uses peer reviewed articles

always criticizes said peer reviewed articles

Never uses notes, but doesn't look the audience in the eyes ever

Doesn't look at the audience period

He's not shy, he doesn't even do it consciously

Extremely complicated subjects, Will Not Dumb It Down For You

If anyone has a question, will look at them as if they’re the biggest idiot in the room

The type to explain by simply reformulating what he just said

If they still don’t understand either sighs dramatically and moves on, or sighs dramatically and start drawing on the board, speaking veeeryyyyy slowly, you let me know where I lost you idiot fellow classmate

Actually explains really well when he puts in some effort, has this clean cut way of decomposing each problem and detailing each point, then tying it all back together that makes it really easy to follow

writing on the board and drawing legitimately helps him lay out his thought process

the condescension is just a plus

Type of presentation that is objectively very good and interesting and well thought out but like. no one cares. bring back the airplane transitions.

For a few people sufficiently advanced and interested and who actually understand what he’s talking about, (and who are not rebuked by his style and general attitude), it’s a v good presentation

Positive : Always adds something new and generally brings really pertinent arguments, genuinely passionate about what he’s talking about

Teachers pick up on his fast out of the box thinking and surprising creativity

his powerpoint design is a little depresso, no colors except to highlight important words

very minimalist and to the point

Regulus argues every point of his presentation

Academic rivals to lovers frfr

Gets point deducted for his attitude and his “lack of enthusiasm”

NOW Severus + Lily = best of both worlds, get an O everytime

Lily always insists on using canva (their pwp designs are so cute)

overall they balance each other really well

I feel like Lily would get a little giggly if she fumbles

The marauders would def shout “boring” and giggle like middleschoolers at the back of the class during Snape's presentation

Snape's ability to remain unfazed in the face of bs stems from there

God help them all if they get paired up for a presentation

Marauders + Severus

Snape would have to settle for at least one airplane transition

It would become a war of adding and deleting each other's progress on the pwp design

they split it in two but they try to gain terrain on the other's part like in Clash of Clan

They are at WAR

“I am a commander in battle and your slides are but a village on a map” James Potter

“Fuck you” Severus Snape

“Go jump off an airplane if you like them so much”

Somehow the presentation is even more chaotic than the previous one

passive aggressively asks the other to click on the next slide

always takes the other's question just as they're about to speak

If Snape sees a single one of them look at their notes for too long it's on sight (RIP Pettigrew)

Bc Fuck if he's gonna lose points over this

best or worst grade

lots of brain cells

Teacher tried to make the braincells hold hands but the brain cells are Enemies

[gaybd1]

“So… you’re really breaking up with me?” Zuko asked again.

“I mean, I guess. We don’t need this anymore, don’t you think?”

Zuko was more confused than upset. And wasn’t ‘we don’t need this anymore’ an odd thing to say about ending a relationship?

He looked back at Mai across the sofa they sat on, confusion still showing on his face. He could see a hint of exasperation beginning to make its way into her expression. They’d been having this conversation for a while already.

“I just… aren’t things going well?”

“Zuko,” Mai sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You’re like my best friend.”

“Right, so..?”

“Not. A boyfriend?” She raised an eyebrow, hoping Zuko would be able to fill in the blanks.

Zuko knew his relationship with Mai wasn’t… typical. They didn’t kiss much anymore and had never even thought of doing anything beyond that, but it… worked… He valued their companionship.

“I just… why now?” He thought it was a fair question.

Mai huffed and stood up, turning to face him.

“Honestly, Zuko. I didn’t think this was going to be such a big deal. I just thought maybe we were both ready to move on. The world’s changed since you became Fire Lord, and I thought maybe it would be safe now for us to…”

Zuko blinked at her, still making it quite clear he had no idea what was going on.

“Look,” Mai sighed, sitting down to face Zuko on the sofa opposite his, “We aren’t in love, Zuko. We never have been.”

He sputtered, wanting desperately to protest, but finding he needed a moment to think about it. He did love Mai, definitely. He always would, just like he loved Azula. Being with Mai had always made sense…

“Zuko,” Mai pushed, “We’ve never been in love, right?”

“Maybe not…?” he admitted.

“It’s fine,” she waved her hand. “I don’t take it personally. I know you’re not interested in women.”

Zuko sputtered again. What? Of course he was… why wouldn’t he…?

“What?” he whispered. The truth was he’d never really thought about it.

“Zu. It’s fine. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not into guys either. That’s what I thought this whole relationship was about, actually.”

Zuko didn’t say anything. This was a lot to process.

Mai seemed to understand, sitting quietly until he was ready to talk.

“So…” he finally managed, “You’ve always…?”

“Yeah. It took me a while to figure it out, but definitely.”

“So you think if we break up now we could…?”

“No offense Zuko, but I’d much rather be with Ty Lee than stuck in whatever this is with you. I think we’re ready for it now. And you and Sokka—“

“WHAT?”

Mai sighed and put her head into her hands, staying like that for a moment while Zuko tried to figure out what the fuck was going on.

“Agni, Zuko. Sorry. I didn’t think any of this was new information to you,” she sat up and looked directly into Zuko’s eyes, “Yes, dumbass. The whole Nation knows at this point that boy is in love with you. He’s not exactly subtle about it. And everyone besides you seems to have the idea that you love him back.”

“But I’m not even…” Zuko was learning a lot about himself tonight, apparently. Could he be in love with Sokka?

He thought about it.

They were just friends, right?

Thought about the happiness that filled his heart every time he entered a room Sokka was in.

Good friends…

About the natural ease with which they spoke with and spent time together.

Close friends…

How he thought of his friendship with Sokka very similarly to how he thought of his relationship with Mai.

…Best… friends?

The desire that had crossed his mind on more than one occasion, which he’d tryed and failed to lock away completely, to grab, caress, kiss Sokka. But thoughts like that were normal every once in a while, right? Everyone had them. Except… he had them for Sokka more than he ever had with Mai…

“Oh shit…” he whispered, “I’m…”

“An idiot,” Mai finished for him.

That was not was Zuko was going to say, but he let it slide.

“I think we gotta break up,” he said instead.

[callmeagardengnome]

𐙚 ink my heart 𐙚 - chapter 1

w.c. - 2.3k words

pairings - idol! lee dong-hyuck x tattoo artist! fem! reader x idol! mark lee

genre - romance, strangers to friends to ?

synopsis: being a tired university student with no interest in life was something you were satisfied with until you unexpectedly become friends with an idol.. but what if it becomes more?

not proofread!

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You never expected to find yourself in a love triangle. From working in various odd jobs during high school to currently taking a hellish part-time job as a beginner tattoo artist in university, you have always focused on one thing: money. Your desire for cash increased tenfold when you entered university, as your student loans racked up. Sure, you were lucky enough to get a job, but you somehow ended up with one of the worst bosses you have ever come across. 

As someone who only started tattooing actual people a year ago, your boss was really pushing you to take on all of his clients. You didn’t mind too much (he was paying you more money) but you can’t help but wonder if he even knows how to tattoo people. 

Now not only is your social life dead, you feel dead on the inside, having to work unnecessary hours with additional school assignments on top of that. It didn’t help that the tattoo studio was about 2 hours from your school, home or any signs of life. You can’t remember the last time you met up with a friend. 

Ding ding!

You look up from what you realise is a blank computer screen and see three blurry figures walking to towards you. You fumbled around your desk and grabbed your glasses. You noticed that they all wore caps and masks. Okay, weird, but who are you to judge? 

You bit the inside of your cheek. You don’t remember seeing three clients on the schedule - do you have to work overtime again?

One of them approached your desk and started tapping on it rhythmically before finally saying, “Hey uh.. I booked a session for 4pm?” you nodded mindlessly while turning on your computer to look for the work schedule. 

“Yeah you’re a little early,” you squinted your eyes at the computer trying to see if you read the right name. “It says here that you are… TY..?” you asked while raising my eyebrow.

“Sorry, thats just my nickname,” he said nervously. “It's actually Taeyong.” 

“Uh huh.. you’re the only one getting a tattoo right? Unless the other two are walk-ins?” You swivelled your chair over to the printer and waited for the tattoo stencil to print out. The moment he nodded, a mini celebration went through your mind. You finally have short day. Sure, the tattoo would take a minimum of 3 hours, but at the very least you wouldn’t have to walk through the creepy street at midnight again. 

“You guys can make yourself comfortable over there,” you said, while pointing to the tattoo chair in the corner that was accompanied by a small couch. 

They shuffled over to the chairs before deciding to take off their masks and caps. You took a glance and of course, they happened to be one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever seen. It’s not like you’ve never met a man before in your life, but none of them looked like models. You gathered the templates (and your composure) before rolling your chair over to the three men. “You wanted a shoulder tattoo right?” you asked, while putting on your gloves. 

The three of them looked at each other, surprised. “A-are you the one tattooing him?” one of them questioned. “Yeah…?” you looked at them confused. 

“Sorry- it’s just that on the Instagram page it said that a ‘Mr Park’ was the sole tattoo artist here.”

“Well.. Mr Park is my boss and no, I’m actually the only tattoo artist here.” you answered before taking a warm towel and slowly dabbing the stencil onto Taeyong’s arm. 

As you continued your work, they started to chat with each other, trying their best to include you in the process. You soon find out that the other two men were named Mark and Haechan.

“So how did you guys find this place? Its not like it’s popular or anything,” you asked, trying to make small talk as you focused on the tattoo. 

Mark shrugged. “We heard that it was good for privacy.” He isn’t wrong, your boss’s main priority was the privacy of the studio. Shady location, tinted windows, only providing the address once the client puts down a deposit, the whole studio screamed safe house to you. 

“Yeah- well.. Mr Park is known for his discretion,” you said, lifting the tattoo gun when you saw Taeyong wincing.

“But it seems that you’re the real talent here,” Haechan said while leaning closer to the tattoo. 

His words made you pause for a second. It’s not everyday you receive such compliments, especially by someone so.. good-looking. You tried to brush it off and returned back to tattooing, but the way he continued to look at your work (and you) made it difficult to ignore the fluttering feeling in your chest. 

“Thanks..” you mumbled keeping your eyes on the tattoo, hoping that no one would notice the slight blush on your cheeks. You continued to steal glances at him, seeing his eyes sparkle with curiosity and amazement. 

“Dude.. you have a really steady hand though,” Mark said while pushing Haechan aside to get a better view of the tattoo. “How long have you been doing this again?”

“A little over a year.. I think…?” you trailed off, feeling slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It’s strange, you always prided yourself as someone that was independent, a workaholic, being perfectly fine with having little social interaction. And yet, you’re basically crumbling under the a simple compliment. 

You heard him mumbling a ‘thats awesome’ before continuing to talk about random things you didn’t catch. The level of sincerity in their interest made you question every interaction you’ve ever had. Sure, you’ve talked with some of your clients before, but most of them barely acknowledged you, treating you as though you weren’t even there. 

Today is different though, these guys treated you like a friend, like someone real. The way they talked to you made it feel as though you have an actual friend group, even if it’s just for a moment. 

Hours pass by in a blur of conversations and needlework. When you finished, Taeyong looked at the tattoo, smiling widely while doing different poses. 

“Dudee.. that looks sick!” Mark exclaimed, the awe in his voice making your heart swell. Haechan nodded behind him before saying, “Yeah you’re crazyy talented.”

You can’t remember the last time you said the words ‘thank you’ as much as today. You haven’t felt this good about your work (or yourself) in a long time. 

“Thanks, you really did a good job today,” Taeyong said. You gathered the money in his hands before putting it in the cash register. 

“No, thank you guys for being such great company,” you said while looking over at each of them. 

As they gather their things to leave, you notice Mark lingering near your desk a bit longer, hesitating. “Hey uh-“ he said, looking at the door. “We were thinking of get some food nearby… do you wanna join?”

Your eyes widened, did you hear him correctly? “Uhh…” you glanced at the clock briefly before looking back at him. 

Your first instinct is to refuse. You’ve had a long day of work and school and you know that you have an assignment waiting for you back at home.

As if noticing your hesitation, Taeyong quickly added, “No pressure by the way. We just thought it would be fun.”

“Yeah, it would be fun to hangout more,” Haechan interjected. “You're cool.”

Great, more pressure. You let their words sink in. You never saw yourself as someone ‘cool’, just basic. You only knew how to talk about three things - work, school, and tattoos. Also, you’ve never really hung out with anyone before. You doubt you would be a fun addition to their night. 

“Sorry to disappoint guys.. I’ve had a really long day today,” you said hesitantly. “But I’m pretty sure I can make time for you guys next week…?”

A downcast expression flashed on Mark’s face, “It’s okay we understand..” You gave him a small smile before continuing to pack your things.

“Wait, before we go can I get your Instagram?” Haechan said while swiftly sliding his phone towards you. 

The shock on your face must have been obvious as he started to chuckle at your expression. You weren’t expecting any form of interest from them, and the sudden request caught you off guard. 

“Uh.. sure...” you muttered as you took his phone and entered your details. You handed his phone back and your fingers brushed against each other, sending an immediate spark through you. 

“Let’s keep in touch yeah?” Haechan says with a playful grin. 

Mark, who had been quietly observing the two of you finally speaks up, “I hope we can meet again soon ‘___’. Tell us when you’re free, okay?”

“Yeah of course,” you replied, hoping that your exhaustion isn’t obvious on your face. 

Right before they leave, Taeyong suddenly mentioned, “Wait, I didn’t see a car when we got here..” he looked at you with concern. “How are you gonna get back?”

“I mean trains are a thing..?” you said shrugging, before Mark interrupted you. “Dude.. didn’t you say that you lived like- two hours away from here?”

“It’s really not a big deal,“ you tried to say. It really wasn’t, you had gotten used to the routine of taking the train back home. However, the three of them looked at you as if you were going to be trekking through a storm. 

“Absolutely not,” Mark says firmly. “We can’t let you do that, especially not this late.”

Haechan nods in agreement, “Yeah it’s not really safe in this area.”

“You guys are acting as if you didn’t take public transport here,” you chuckle as you pick up your heavy bag from the floor. 

“We took the car…?” 

“Wait, WHAT??” Now it was your turn to be shocked. “Aren’t guys like my age? How can you afford a car?” you started to question rapidly. 

The three of them looked at each other nervously. “Well.. we’re actually ido-“ Haechan said before he got cut off by Mark. 

“Actually its my parent’s car.. yeah my parents car,” he said weirdly. You saw a look of confusion on Haechan’s face before he added on, “Sure whatever he said..?”

Mark offered, “Just- let us give you a ride home.”

The offer does seem tempting, but it doesn’t feel right to enter the car of three guys that you just met. You open your mouth to protest, but the looks on their faces made you pause for a moment. “I really don’t wanna be a bother.. and I promise you that I can make it home safely.”

“You’re not a bother,” Mark insists. Taeyong made a sound of agreement before saying, “You did me a huge favour today so let us help you."

You don’t know what compelled you to enter a stranger’s car. You weren’t usually this trusting, but something about them made you feel.. safe. Still, you gave them the address of the train station near your house to be careful. You sat at the back with Mark while Haechan accompanied Taeyong as he was driving. You were planning on staying awake to make sure that they weren’t going to kidnap you but your heavy eyelids had other plans. 

You shifted in your seat, trying to get comfortable. Without realizing, you drifted closer to the person next to you. Before you could stop yourself, your head gently came to a rest on Mark's shoulder.

You froze for a moment, hoping he wouldn't say anything. Just as you lifted your head, you heard a chuckle.

"It's okay man," Mark said softly. "You should rest.. you had a long day."

You met his eyes. There isn't a trace of annoyance, you only found a warm smile that spread across his face. Feeling embarrassed, you nod slightly and allowed yourself to relax on his shoulder.

You accidently glanced at the car mirror and saw Haechan watching your interaction with Mark. He quickly turned away though, pretending to look outside at the quiet street. Confused, you let your eyes close, listening to the soft hum of the engine, drifting to sleep.

You woke up with Mark nudging your shoulder lightly. “This is it right?” he asked. You squinted your eyes and saw the all familiar worn-down train station ahead of you. You nodded your head tiredly while sluggishly reaching for your bag. 

You feel a hint of reluctance to leave the car as it stopped in front of the drop-off, “Thanks again guys.. really,” you said gratefully.

“Anytime,” Taeyong replied. “Yeah, don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.” Haechan added while smiling.

You waved them goodbye as you stepped out of the car. You haven’t felt acceptance in a while. This entire interaction breathed life into your barren routine and you find yourself actually being excited for the following days. 

When you reached your apartment, you flopped onto your bed as your phone starts lighting up continuously. 

@dong-hyuckkkk

‘____’ did you make it back safe

answerrrrjerjue 

OMG I SHOULD HAVE WALKED YOU BACK

A smile slowly appeared on your face as you replied him. 

@‘____’

its okay haechan im safe…

also your username is dong-hyuck??

@dong-hyuckkkk

Yeahh its my actual name

Haechan is just a nickname

@‘____’

ohhh i see

@dong-hyuckkkk

Friendly reminder:

CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE NEXT WEEK 

Not the whole week but still

You clicked on his profile and started to do a little digging. Despite of his outgoing personality, he only had 26 followers, including you. You scrolled through the countless photos, seeing Mark tagged in a few. You resisted the urge to follow Mark as you didn’t want to come off as stalker-ish.

You put your phone down before taking in whatever happened today. For the first time in forever, you feel warm and happy about something that happened in your life. Maybe you should take up their offer of meeting again next week. 

authors note: this is my first ever fic that im writing and all kinds of feedback is welcome! make sure to like and repost if you enjoyed <3

[milkywaydrabbles]

number one with alucard 👀 he got and interest on it but is kinda embarrassed to tell his dear wife but them she's SO into it, she wants nothing more than bend him over and pegg him 🥵

A/N: If I had a nickel for every time someone asked for Alucard to be pegged, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but weird that it happened twice.

AAHH, ty both for asking for this baby boy was so close to being fucked in S3 (fuck the twins tho) crying and leg lifted and EVERYTHING. Let's give him what he wanted! I hope you enjoy reading this MWUAH

Pegging x Alucard

Alucard had been pacing around the castle, waiting for you to get back from your shopping. He decided today was the day he’d bring it up--even though he was absolutely scared shitless. He didn’t think you’d judge him for it...well, kind of. But it was a terrifying thing to ask, the darker parts of his brain telling him that you’d think him less of a man, that you should leave him, that you couldn’t look at him the same way again. It was all stupid, and empty fears, he knew that. But he couldn’t help but fear it all the same. When he heard the door creak open steeled himself and just went for it (after he helped with the groceries!) 

“Hello, my love, how was your trip?” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, grabbing the baskets you’ve brought along with you for the various meats and vegetables. “ Hmm, good. Happy to be back home.” Your soft voice and bright smile always made his heart nearly stop in his chest. God, how would he bring it up? He stayed quiet until everything was put away, a little too quiet really. “Honey, are you okay?” He flinched at the question, internally cursing himself for being so jumpy. “Ah, yes, well ah--” Deep breath, big boy. “I have a...request. I just...it’s a little embarrassing.” You gave him a moment, taking his hand in yours with a small smile. “Whatever it is, you can say it Adrian. You know I won’t judge you.” Here goes nothing.

“I want you to peg me.”

....did you hear that right?

You blinked at him for a moment, trying to process what he said. “You want me to...”

“Yes, well, I’ve been thinking about this for the last few weeks and--”

“Weeks?”

“--and I think I’m ready to ask you, of course you can say no it’s not that big of a deal--”

“Adrian.”

“But I think I’d like to try--”

“Adrian”

“--Actually never mind we can forget this conversation happened--”

“Adrian!”

He stopped his nonsense just for a moment to look at you, your smile turning into a less than innocent smirk on your face, and he swore you had horns growing from your head.

“Whatever my baby boy wants, he gets.” Ah, fuck

-

“B-baby please, a-ah fuck! Feels go-od” Alucard had been babbling on about how good you were making him feel from the moment he felt your lubed up fingers poking and prodding at his hole. It was a work in progress, going slow each second to make sure you both were still comfortable with what was happening. But any awkward tension quickly flew out the window when the dhampir started whimpering from your ministrations of the first finger. You couldn’t help but get wet, seeing him so pliable already and you’ve barely begun. “Adrian, you should have told me sooner you wanted this~” You cooed, adding a second finger into his ass, waiting for him to get accustomed before fucking them deeper into his hole. “Look at you, so desperate already.” Alucard grabbed at you, embarrassed at how whiney he was, shutting himself up by kissing you and hoping he could catch his bearings. You nipped at his lower lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth as you fingered him, finally adding a third finger and hearing his wanton moans like a bitch in heat. “You sound so slutty, pretty boy. You want me to fuck you?” You peppered kisses across his face, trailing down his neck and chest until finding purchase on a cute pink nipple. He nodded, arching himself closer to you. He nearly cried when you stopped your movements to look at him expectantly. “I need to hear you Adrian. Do you still want this?” 

Ah, a moment of doubt creeping into your face. You needed the reassurance. “Yes, yes, please don’t stop. I need you to fuck me.” His face flush with need, wiggling his hips to urge you to continue. That was all you needed to hear. You smiled at him, like you always do, and laved a wet stripe over his nipple once more, curling and scissoring your fingers to make sure he was properly prepped for the strap you currently had on. “Doing so well, taking my fingers sweet boy. Gonna take good care of you, I promise.” Your sweet words had him in a daze, panting underneath you and legs nearly trembling with anticipation. You leaned back onto your knees, taking the bottle of lube and lathering up, and Alucard couldn’t take his eyes off you. Seeing your body already made him hot, he loved looking at your naked. You were absolutely perfect. But seeing you like this--domineering, hovering above him with what he deemed your cock in your hands, slowly stroking it to make sure it was covered in lube for his comfort, made his head spin. He whimpered, opening his legs more ready to take you. “Aw,” you cooed “such a good boy for me” You lined yourself up with his entrance, teasing at his hole. “You want my cock?” This time you were simply teasing him, smirking. “Please, angel I need it” 

You pushed him, stretching his ass so deliciously with the cock strapped he couldn’t help but cry out. “Fuck, Adrian, I can have you like this for hours baby. You look so good, so fucking good.” You praised, goosebumps raising on his skin with every sweet word. “A-Angel, keep going please” He whined, bucking his hips in hopes for more friction. You complied, pulling out to the tip only to slam back in, biting your lower lip when you heard how whorish he sounded. You thought you could cum just from the view and sounds alone. You pushed down until your hips were flush with his, hands grabbing at his hips and angling yourself until you saw the tears streaming down his face and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Feels so good, feels so so good, fu-uck darling I can’t, please please please don’t stop.” Adrian let go all inhibitions, just focusing on the pleasure as you fucked deep into his hole, bumping your cock onto his prostate so nicely it made him see stars. He felt a hand caress at his face, wiping away the tears. He could make out some of the words you were saying, but his ears were ringing and he kept moaning and whimpering as you fucked him. Words like ‘good boy’, ‘so pretty’ , ‘slutty baby’. He couldn’t take it, the feeling so fucking good he begged to let him touch himself (you never told him no to begin with). 

“Go ahead, sweet boy, touch yourself while I fuck you.” 

A hand immediately wrapped around his painfully hard cock, pre-cum globs dribbling down his shaft. His movements were jerky, but he didn’t care. The pleasure of you fucking him deep and hard with his hand fisting at his cock, Alucard wasn’t going to last very long now. His words all jumbled together, simply nonsense babbling away as the knot tightened in his stomach. “Go ahead and cum for me, darling boy.” You whispered, unsure if he could even hear with how noisy he was. You burned the image into your mind, hoping he’d let you do this again if you asked nicely. You fucked into him as quickly as you could, movement so unnatural for you but you couldn’t help but want to do better for your sweet boy. He breath hitched as ropes of cum decorated his stomach and chest, cock twitching in his hand as he stuttered out how good he felt. 

Sweat dripped from his brow, smile plastered on his face with a dazed, fucked out look in his eyes. He looked at you adoringly, reaching up at you to bring you down for a kiss which you happily complied. Slowly you slipped out, not wanting to hurt him in any way, not breaking the kiss. “Thank you, thank you...” he murmured with each kiss, nuzzling at your nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweet boy, then rest.” You parted to take off the strap, barely having time to remove it from your hips before he stopped you from moving any further from him. You cocked a brow, unsure of what he wanted next. 

“You didn’t think I wasn’t going to return the favor, did you?”

[valentine-writes]

Hello hello! Been downright dying over how much I love your AtSV work!! So I thought I would feed into it >:) If you're feeling up to it, whats been brewing in your mind about The Spot x reader? Take it platonic or romantic, either has so much potential for fun in my opinion and I guess I'm just interested in what ideas you might have?? Not a lot to work off of from what I'm asking but I hope you're able to have fun with it anyways ^^; Whether youre able to get to this request or not, thanks for reading! Love what you do :)

collision.

「 tws + notes: possibly ooc, unedited, he's kind of pathetic little meow meowified im sorry, first bit inspired by @//submurged-into-clouds !! <3 」

↳ ft. the spot

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: first, AUWJHEJSBS thank u so much!!!! im glad u like what i've written so far– and i am SUPER excited to write for the spot becuz im gon b real,,, there was a momentary lapse of insanity where i was scouring for any content of him at all. SO TY 4 UR REQ!!!! ( /)u(\ ) i hope this is ok!!! i got carried away and stuff so,, i hope this is at the Very Least coherent! leaned for platonic stuff with romantic undertones that intensify throughout so,, read it how u like ^_^

▸ we're going to start this by establishing that bro has literally No Friends anymore. you met him after the collider incident and by some miracle, some sort of mercy from a higher power in the multiverse– you ended up becoming friends with him

really, meeting him was an accident. wasn't supposed to be anything more– just him messing around with his new abilities and slipping into a random universe with no idea where he was.

and there was you.

just you. out, alone at night. just taking a walk– disrupted by someone falling out of a weird portal from the sky.

this is the day your paths crossed, the day your fates intertwined, the moment that your world collided into his.

to put more literally: the day he crashed into you very unceremoniously.

im now re-reading the title and remembering his backstory and giggling at my unintentional joke. he is not catching a break. even from me.

▸ after recovering from a random stranger from another universe tumbling into your own, you began to talk.

now– you don't remember how the conversation started, but you were glad to listen. the way which he rambled to you, words tumbling out of his mouth like they'd been on his mind for a while– you felt like he needed someone to hear him.

he's surprised. you're not bothered. not frightened. not even weirded out. but you're not indifferent. you nod along, you comment on things here and there– but you listen. you actually listen to him.

eventually, when he leaves, you're sat there for a moment. just frozen– processing whether that had really happened or not. you see the indent his body left in the grass where the two of you sat. it's evidence enough for you.

a few weeks pass and you're certain that you were just fated to meet once and never again. you were fine with this.

▸ until he randomly popped up in your living room one day.

yes, he had been actively trying to find your universe again– and as casually as he can be, is now peeking from out the portal he created, head leaning in to get a better look at you.

you're not sure how you can tell considering he has no face,,, but he's definitely smiling.

he waves to you, awkwardly, (noticing that you're just staring at him while not saying a word), "thought i would say hi, so– ...hi."

you blink at him tiredly. "dude, it's 6:30 in the morning–"

he's treating this like it's normal for people to just show up in your house. he missed you– and it's very evident.

▸ no matter what type of relationship you're in with him: you GOTTA set boundaries. being one of the only people who cares to hang around him anymore means that you're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

while he certainly hasn't completely lost grasp on the concept of privacy, it's definitely been altered by the fact he's got powers that allow him to pop up wherever he wants. he's just a teeny bit invasive.

"hello!" he'll greet, randomly poking his head through a portal he made to your bedroom.

on instinct, you throw the closest thing to you. he's just glad you reached for the pillow and not the alarm clock also at your arms reach on the bedside table.

definitely a good idea to remind him that if he wants to hang out, he should probably message you, and if he wants to show up at your house for whatever reason, he should give you a heads up.

he has nearly walked in on you changing. and has apologized a million times every time it's brought up. it fr keeps him up at night.

▸ everyone in his life leaving him def messed him up a bit. he can deny it all he wants, but he's terribly anxious that you're gonna grow tired of him and leave.

constantly like "oh my god what if they leave for someone who has a face" and itz like,,, boy,,,, stfu itz 3am

he needs reassurance, even if he never explicitly says. but you're kind to him. patient. you're pretty much an angel in his eyes.

which is why he feels comfortable texting u in the dead of night like:

(im gonna b real i dont even know why i have this image)

▸ he's dismissed by most people around him– but you've given him your time. you've shown him that you care. he's doing everything he can to be certain you'll still care for him.

the random waves of "oh no but what if they hate me" hit him HARD. especially if he hasn't seen you in a while, if you take longer to respond to his messages, if you haven't been answering his calls– bro will jump to a conclusion

"hypothesis: they dont love me anymore :("

☝️🤓 SORRY HAKJWOENDOEND he would NOT say that. im just clowning on him itz a part of my luv 4 him </3

needs to be needed. wants to be wanted.

eventually you have a long talk about this. he's got a bit of an ego after realizing how much power he truly possessed– but you gently encourage him to let it down. a simple heart to heart. and while you're certain these things aren't going to dissipate with a single conversation, you've let him know he doesn't have to deal with it alone.

▸ physical contact is a need for him. bro's touch starved. he likes linking his pinky with yours or just intertwining your fingers together. if you ever let him rest his head on your shoulder or hugged him he'd actually have to fight tears. he hasn't been given affection in a while :(

▸ he doesn't really feel like he has to hide anything around you. he really doesn't have much of a filter when you're talking to him which makes for some amusing conversation. he finds your laughter the sweetest sound in the world– he likes making you laugh :] it makes him feel like he's accomplished something

▸ the alterations to his body have caused some weird little changes that most people don't notice. one of them most noticeably to you– he'd cold. not frigid or like icy, but a lot colder than normal people tend to be.

you first notice this when you're hanging out in your bedroom. you're sitting on your bed, while he paces back and forth, rambling about another failed villainous act

(you haven't questioned his whole obsession with villainy considering that he seems pretty harmless with what he's been attempting– no matter how much he tries)

"and then– ohh, and tHEN THEY JUST—" you notice how he's gesturing frantically, exasperated, annoyed– and out of instinct to provide some sort of comfort (or at least calm him down) your hand grasps his wrist

there's a moment of silence.

his voice dwindles into a more soft, subdued tone, watching as your fingers wrap around his wrist. "wh– if you wanted me to stop talking, you could've just... just said or...."

his mind is going blank, trailing off at your touch. he doesn't remember the last time someone has held his hand or even brushed up against him without freaking out.

"you're cold." you comment, now taking his hand between both of yours, as if you were trying to heat him back up. you don't meet his eyes, simply staring at his hand.

"oh– yeah, yeah, it's just– a thing with now. came with the holes–"

the sensation of your hands gently squeezing his shuts him up. you raise his hand to your lips and gently blow hot air onto it.

your brow furrows, nose scrunching up. "you're still cold..." you mutter, more to yourself than to him. quietly, your gaze returns to his face.

"does that bother you?" you ask him, after a beat of silence.

he shakes his head. your hands let go of his– but he quietly reaches back to hold it again.

"hold on a second. why don't you try again?" he suggests. you laugh softly, knowing it's obviously just an excuse. still, you humor him.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 16

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: Upon Fury's request, Carol comes to you with a proposal you can't morally refuse.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 981

A/N: I really like this chapter and I hope you do too!

Tailored By The Stars

You're in your room minding your business when someone knocks on your door. Your tactical brain starts going through all the possibilities, it can't be Kamala, because she would just walk in, it's not Valkyrie, because she wouldn't wait for an answer after she knocks, Fury doesn't seem to bother with the stairs, you conveniently run out of options and decide to ignore it, but the knocks persist, so you get up to answer them.

You find Carol standing firmly, holding out a card for you, "What's this?" you question.

"An invitation to the next Stark gala." Her expression is flat.

You refuse to take it, "No, thanks."

"We have to go."

"We? Why's that?"

"We already RSVP'd, before the whole-" she doesn't finish her sentence.

"I'll just go on my own."

"Everyone over 18 has to bring a date." She came prepared for your lack of cooperation.

"I'll take Val, then."

"She will out shine you no matter what you decide to wear." You hate to admit it, but she's right so you pull out your ace of spades.

"And why exactly would I go with you?"

"Because I already found the perfect dress to match your favorite suit," she states, matter of factly, "I'll pick you up at 8." And just like that, you run out of options, again.

It's the night of the gala and you're already late getting dressed. You put on your favorite tux, freshly pressed, and manage to get your bow tie right on the fifth try. As much as you're dreading tonight, you do enjoy dressing up.

Right as you finish tying your shoes you hear a knock, this time you know who it is. You open the door to see Carol wearing a long, slender green gown with black accents that hugs her figure flawlessly, she wears her hair down, beautifully styled, and her nails are manicured to perfection.

You stare at her in awe with your mouth open, she says something, but you can't even process it, "Huh?" you ask her to repeat herself.

"I said, are you ready to go?" You simply nod in response. She's fully aware of the effect she has on you, especially since she did it on purpose.

Tonight is gonna be interesting.

You make it to the party with Carol by your side, you see Tony and go greet him against your will. The place looks impeccable, like all the amount of money and effort that went into it could have definitely been put to better use, but you're not about to say that to Mr. Stark and ruin Carol's reputation.

For the next hour you get caught up next to Carol talking to random people, some that you remember and some you can't tell if you've actually met before. It's a lot of fake smiles and playing pretend, but you do it for the woman you got by your side. After one too many conversations, The Captain decides to take a break and go get a snack.

"I can't believe you're making me suck up to the Avengers," you joke.

"What's all that about? You didn't hate them so much when I knew you." Her tone is lighthearted, unaware of the heaviness of her statement.

'Knew,' past tense. It feels a little insulting coming from the person who can read your every move before even you do, the one who can quote back your strongest opinions about menial things, the person who seems to know, with precision, what it is that makes you tick and how to use it against you, "I have to go," you mumble as you make a quick exit.

You leave to the backyard, away from the noise and the people. You find yourself looking up at the stars, they give you a sense of peace and calmness, one that could maybe help you understand how you managed to live in a spaceship for so long.

Spending some time alone allows you to remember the reason why you didn't want to be here in the first place. These events are all about fabricated glamor, about looking good to the outside world when really you're all depressed and traumatized inside.

It starts to get chilly so you go back to the party and stand in a corner hoping no one approaches you. You strongly consider getting a drink, but then think Kamala would be disappointed if she knew you had alcohol with your meds so you settle for a mock-tail.

You spot the girl in the distance, gushing over some hero or another and, after a while, you see Valkyrie arriving fashionably late with Thor by her side, both of them looking marvelous in a way that would have definitely made you look bad if you had walked in with them. Needless to say, you're now having a terrible time, but you don't actually want anyone to make it better, you just want to leave.

You walk to the entrance as you're finishing your fourth fruity drink when you hear Stark yelling over the crowd, "Who's in charge of Danvers?" Your ears perk up and you curse in your head.

You turn back and scan the room to find the culprit, leaning against Valkyrie, clearly way over her limit. You make your way towards them, "I believe you have something of mine," you say to Val in a slightly annoyed tone, not paying attention to Carol.

The King looks at you amused, "Is she now?" she takes a big gulp of the bottle she's holding.

You're not in the mood for this, "Shut up, hand her over, and enjoy the rest of your night." You grab the Captain's arm and pull her towards you, she seems completely disoriented.

"Play nice," Val warns you, with a teasing smirk.

"I’m always nice." You shoot her a fake smile and go on your way.

Chapter 17

We're getting to the good part!!!

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This is the dress I imagine Carol wearing to the gala, you're welcome.

[antiv3nom]

Tell me something about Sin that you've been dying to type a bunch of paragraphs about!!

THANKS FOR THE ASK SOL !!!!!!!!

okay so a joke i frequenly make about sin but have genuine feelings about is that, despite being raised by sol "what are feelings?" badguy, sin ended up being SO emotionally intelligent. like sol would not have ever had any sort of conversations regarding fuckin empathy or the like with sin, he was too busy TYING THE KID TO A TREE when he was busy, yk? (dont have enough time to dig into all of my feelings on sin's upbringing lmao, i could write a whole different essay about that)

ANYWAYS! yeah. sin has a lot of issues in overture, and he feels...like he's full of a lot of rage and resentment over a lot of things. i can't entirely speak on everything as i still have yet to watch a playthrough of the entirety of overture (i know what happens! i just havent seen all of the nitty-gritty interactions with him and others) but i know that he's got a lot more rage in him then he does in xrd. which of course makes sense, since he's still in the process of understanding and eventually re-accepting ky, and he's gotta interact a lot with him on a personal level in overture, notably without dizzy to mediate, which i personally think is likely how things went down before she was frozen.

anyways i wanna move onto xrd because i have a lot of feelings about him in sign, STARTING with his conversation with sol at one point. he's just got out after talking with ram for the first time, and sol is telling him to give it up and sin recognizes this for exactly what it is, that sol is showing his own lack of trust and actively choosing not to follow him in this, and while after this is pointed out sol worries that he's trying to turn sin into him, ky is actually the one to recognize that sin understands him at his core. i mean, of course. sin's spent probably more time with sol than he's spent with anyone else, and i find it interesting that he came out of that, not being cold and callous like sol has become, but the absolute opposite. i think he trained himself to be almost the opposite of sol, to be able to see through the walls that his guardian puts up and really understand a lot of what he's getting at. it makes a lot of sense, honestly!

i'd also like to bring up a line that he says earlier in sign, which is, "my heart always has been, and will be, open to all" and i think the real thing that cements this being absolutely TRUE is that it's towards elphelt, almost immediately after being told directly by elphelt that she's quote unquote "hot shit" akin to ram. look if he was the same person as his father or his extra father he'd be worried! but he's NOT! he very much is the type of person to trust in a person and that's important! because without that they never would have worked with elphelt to the degree they did, they never would have tried to save her and thus figured out fucking EVERYTHING with rev, they never would have gotten ramlethal as an ally, none of it! because sin had trust in them and took the time and energy to pay attention to them and try to actually emotionally connect with them, and he was a big part of the reason that ramlethal realized she had feelings!!!! fuck!!!!!!! hes integral to the plot because he is inherently kind!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also fuck. fucking hell his relationship with ky. again. i could write a whole different essay on this and it WILL be covered in bread fic which yes will be updated i swear it. anyways. it takes a lot to willingly accept an effort to repair a relationship and put in effort yourself. and it takes MORE to realize the other side of the situation, especially when it's familial. i just. fuck dude. sin cares so much about his mother and through that finds a new path of caring about his own father whom he hated for almost all of his life. fuck dude. he called him dad. he called him dad. i cannot stress enough how much it fucked me up the first time i saw that scene i was crying in public about it i love them so fucking much dude. so much.

anyways this is a big old ramble but fuck sin gets narrowed down to "haha stupid large child who eats a lot" by a lot of people and i think more of us should recognize that while yes he is a 5 year old who looks jacked and yes he does have the funny eat move, he is also an incredibly kind and emotionally mature character

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Cookies - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1065

Summary: Reader teaches Tyler how to bake her signature cookies

Tyler Joseph loved eating cookies. And I loved making them. I’d made my brown butter chocolate cookies for him and Josh every week since we met. Except this time was different, because this was the first time Tyler and I were living together in our own house. And this time I was teaching Tyler how to make them himself. 

“Shouldn’t we be using a recipe?” He asked, grabbing out the ingredients as I called them out. I’d made these cookies more than 10 times, I knew the recipe by memory. 

“I’ve got it Ty, it should be fine,” I said, grabbing out measuring cups, bowls, and a pot to brown the butter. I measured out the butter before placing it on the stovetop to brown. 

“And what’s this supposed to do?” Tyler asked, standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck and I smiled to myself, happy he was actually interested. 

“Browning butter makes it have this nutty flavor that makes the cookies taste so good. It’s hard to not burn it though so that’s why I’m doing it for you.” I continued to stir the butter until it foamed up, started to smell nutty, and was a golden brown color. Tyler’s eyes widened as I moved the hot pot off the stove to let the butter cool. “Can you measure out the sugars please? I wrote down the measurements for you,” I asked. He nodded and started pouring white and brown sugar into the bowl. 

“Hey Siri, play y/n’s (insert favorite non tøp band)‘s playlist,” he called out to our smart speaker. I grabbed out the eggs and cracked them into a bowl along with some vanilla extract which Tyler called ‘spicy’ when he dipped a pinky into the bottle. Once the butter had cooled enough I poured it into the sugar bowl and had Tyler stir it. I danced and sang along to the music playing in the background, waiting for him to finish mixing. I added in the eggs and vanilla, he continued mixing. I added the flour, salt, and baking powder. It always got harder to mix once the flour was added and I struggled to watch Tyler be so slow at something I’d done for weeks. 

“God could you stir any slower?” I laughed, snatching the bowl from him and folding the flour in. 

“Well, is there anything else I can do?” He laughed, leaning against the counter. 

“Uh yeah actually. Can you preheat the oven and line the baking trays?” I nodded towards our oven as I grabbed the block of baking chocolate and started to cut it into little chunks. Tyler looked entirely clueless but he was trying and it was cute. He ran a hand through his hair and squinted at the oven dial. “Shit!” I swore, feeling the blade of the knife nick me like a paper cut. 

“I swear y/n if you just cut off your finger with that knife,” Tyler turned around and grabbed my hand to inspect it. He squinted extra hard at the cut till he saw a couple drops of blood and ran to grab the first aid kit. 

“I’m fine, Ty. It happens all the time in the kitchen,” I say, slapping on a bandage and reaching for the knife again. 

“Ah ah, I’m not letting you hold a knife ever again babe. It’s not happening,” he stole it from my grip and started chopping the chocolate exactly how I had been. We finished mixing everything in and put the cookies into the oven. 

“Did you wash those?” I asked, pointing to the pile of dishes we’d been using. 

“Of course I did,” he smiled, pulling me into his chest. “Now we just wait for y/n’s amazing cookies to be done and we can send half off to Josh.” We sat on the floor in front of the oven, me in between Tyler’s legs and his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel the rising and falling of his chest with every breath. 

“How’s the songwriting stuff coming along?” I asked. He’d been spending a lot of time in the home studio lately. Normally I wouldn’t ask, knowing that his process was very personal and that he’d mention it when he was ready but it felt right to ask. 

“Not too bad. I think you’ll like the new album if that’s what you’re wondering,” he responded. I’d missed spending time with him like this. The last time we properly got to spend time together was when we were on tour and the boys had a lot of spare time waiting around. I was grateful he’d taken the time off, the warmth of his presence filling my heart. 

“I love you,” I rested my head on his chest as he caressed and curled my hair in between his fingers. 

“You’re my everything y/n. I love everything about you,” he pressed his lips softly to my neck, a fluttery feeling running across my skin. “I don’t know where I’d be without your cookies,” he stopped, desperately trying to hold in his laugh and knowing full well that I was about to destroy him. 

“Oh fuck off,” I grinned, jumping up to check the oven, each cookie a perfect flat golden brown treasure. “They’re done if you want to call Josh and Debby to come over,” I placed them on the cooling rack and wrapped one in a napkin for Tyler to eat fresh out of the oven. He responded with a keen hum before taking a bite. 

“Ugh this is why I love you. Because you make the BEST cookies I’ve ever eaten in my entire life,” he groaned with satisfaction.

“Well now you can make them for yourself,” I felt my lips tug up in a smirk, knowing there was no way he’d ever make them for himself. He would just complain they didn’t taste as good if he made them.

“Or… you can just keep making them every week instead of paying rent.”

“I already don’t pay rent, we own the house,” I said, watching him take another bite. 

“Well if you don’t make these then I’ll start charging you, good enough?” He clearly hadn’t thought through the rent joke before attempting to crack it. 

I nodded, chuckling under my breath, “yeah good enough Mr Joseph.”

//

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

[seaweedbraens]

GIRL AHSGRKAKAGSJSLSGDSJSJSHDDGDGDGDGDGDHDGDGDGDVXBCBBXBDHSHSHAHHAHAHSJAJAJAJAJA

The last chapter ??????? Annabeth's eye????? (Actually share your thought process for that decision me is interested) APOLLO ARE YOU OK? THE BATTLE OMGGGGGG

BOW BITCHES YOU NEED TO TORTURING MY LITTLE BABIES LIKE THAT

Glad to see that luke is not proclaimed a hero because tbh he isn't maybe he turned good at the end that doesn't make him a hero that doesn't excuse all the people who died because of him turning good at the end didn't justify Silena's actions they don't justify yours either. I said what I said.

Thank all the gods he didn't ask Annabeth if she loves him that was wild af

Tysm for the therapists

im impertinent gold

Smalltalking??? smiling??? Are we sure these are the same gods 💀

He's follow her straight through the gates of Tartarus if he had to, and he'd do it with a smile.

YOU DO THAT IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE ACTUALLY.

Also love how that references the title in a way

I am shooketh this feels like the end of an era honestly tysm for this gem I haven't read the epilogue yet but I'm sure it will also be earth shattering good too

Also THANK GODS PIPER AND FRANK ARE OKAY ASUGSUFSUSUGSGIGS

Still not over the deaths of others i absolutely hate you for that ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ (no I don't)

I love you sm for writing this gem

ufafugkgjg i end my rant here ty for coming to my very *eloquent* ted talk lmao

idk how i missed this!!! but AAAH thank you thank you ily <3 and i LOVE that you caught the title reference! i actually had that line be the title exactly, but i scrapped it because it was way too on-the-nose haha

the 'did you love me' line from luke...not gonna lie i did consider putting it in just so annabeth could like definitely clarify that she loved him like family and that it was never ever romantic, but like you, i hated that line in canon so much that i couldnt keep it. it's...it's just bad.

and omg i did wonder if i made the gods too...smiley? but i think the situation called for it. like they were on the edge of extinction (to some degree) and it didnt fit for them to be haughty and hoity-toity. like. they AND the demigods know who saved their asses. i think they'd be thankful for it (at least for a while). i do think they'd truly try to change and be present and all of that, but if i'm being honest, over time i think they'd slowly pull back to something like we see in the canon pjo series. like they're there but definitely not parental. but that's okay, because like we see in the fic, the demigods know now how vital they are and they intend to create a world for them. they'll be okay.

this truly does feel like the end of an era. it's so weird waking up and not having to put something into my planner related to writing this fic. it's very emotional and while i know this fic isnt perfect, i am so proud of myself for finishing it. i wish i could put it on my resume haha

as always tysm for the support <3 it means the WORLD fr. ily <3333

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 40: Offer

Moff Gideon puts a deal on the table. A continuation of Beskar Doll ch. 1-39 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 7.2k

Your first instinct was to grab your blaster and shoot. Which was stupid, for a number of reasons. One, he wasn’t really there. Two, there was no chance you would actually hit him and it would just get you killed. 

But you wanted to shoot him anyway. 

You resisted. 

“Gideon,” you said, teeth clenched. “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but that would be a lie.” 

“Always so courteous,” he smiled a little at you. “What would the queen say?” 

“About you?” You replied. “Aim for the head.” 

There was no way to tell how close - or how far - Gideon was. He could be next door. He could be across the galaxy. You couldn’t know. 

“As entertaining as it is to trade barbs with you,” he said. “I am reaching out for other - more advantageous - reasons.” 

“Can’t see anything you’re involved with as advantageous,” you snapped. “So I think I’ll just be going…” 

“Now Handmaid,” he said, his tone shifting from amused to irritated. “I can clearly track you down whenever I want. You can hide but I will find you. I will always find you.”

You ground your teeth. 

“You were interested in the deal I was offering before,” he said. “The Mandalorian wouldn’t let you take it. But you seem to be more… reasonable. So, without him to interfere, I’m here to offer you something better. I recommend you take it.” 

You walked back to the Crest in a daze. You didn’t bother to cut through the hatch and cross over rooftops, you took the main entrance. You stopped and said goodbye to Kiana, the bartender. Told her you wouldn’t be needing the room anymore, that your partner and yourself were moving on. 

You made one last stop at the market on your way out of town. Some fresh food for Grogu to hold him over until you made it to the next world. Some more things to keep Grogu occupied on the data pad. It took you a minute to find, but you also got paper and a pen for yourself. 

You sold the speeder and made the rest of the trip on foot. Din hadn’t parked too far outside the city this time, knowing you wouldn’t be there long. Just tying off a few loose ends before heading to the next planet, the next place where you could lie low. 

Try to lie low. 

Try to avoid Gideon. Try to keep him from getting at Grogu, try to keep him from killing Din. Maker, what kind of life was it for Grogu to always be on the run? To always be at risk of losing his dad? For Din to always need to be looking over his shoulder to keep his child safe? 

Wouldn’t putting a stop to that be worth anything? Everything? 

It had to be, right? 

You spent the walk back to the Crest thinking it over. Trying to figure out what was the best thing to do. What was the right thing to do. 

Grogu was rooting around in the sand on the beach as you approached, his tiny hands digging in. You could see something squirming below the sand, his large ears tucked low, his small face scrunched in concentration. 

“Are you terrorizing things tinier than you?” You asked as you approached, crouching down to be on his level. He noticed you then, his ears lifting with his smile. He threw his arms up and toddled for you and you scooped him up, kissing his forehead as you held him close. You felt his small warmth in your arms, his squirming limbs. He started throwing his feelings at you. That he’d missed you, that he was frustrated about something. You pulled him back enough to prop him on your hip. 

“What’s got you all frustrated bud?” You asked. “Is it that things aren’t just letting you eat them? Because I’ve got to tell you, that’s a pretty normal reaction…” 

An image appeared in your mind. Not something you’d summoned - not something you’d lived. It was an image of Din working on part of the Crest, but from the child’s vantage point low to the ground. 

It took you a moment to process it. He could show you images now, not just his feelings but whole images. He was getting stronger. 

You couldn’t let Gideon get to him.

“Were you frustrated because your dad wasn’t giving you his undivided attention all day?” You asked him, pulling your braid over your shoulder. He took the end of it and put it against his nose before he made a face. You laughed a little. 

“He’s been impatient today,” Din said from behind you, making you jump. “All set here? Everything went well?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah we’re all set.” 

He nodded, putting an arm around your waist and bringing his forehead down to your own. 

“Tatooine?” He asked. “For a month, maybe two. See if we can’t build some good off-world contacts. Peli can help with getting a base built up there…” 

“That sounds good,” you tried to smile. “Plenty of work to be found there, too, I’m sure…” 

He stepped back from you enough that his head was no longer on your own. 

“Something’s wrong,” he said. “What happened?” 

“Nothing,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. “I just… got more attached to Kiana than I should have. I’m going to miss her.” 

He looked at you for another moment. You could feel his eyes going over you, feel that he didn’t quite believe you. 

“Got some new data cards to keep this one entertained,” you said, desperate to change the subject. “And some food to keep us in his good favor while we’re en route. Because no one needs a grumpy Jedi.”

“Doll, if you’d rather stay…” 

“No!” You said quickly. “No, I definitely do not want to stay. Tatooine will be nice. We should go.” 

He looked at you again for a long moment, like he didn’t believe what you were telling him. He knew something was wrong, he wasn’t stupid. He knew you. Of course he could tell. 

“We should get off world before something goes wrong,” you smiled a bit. “Because with us, something always does.” 

He cocked his head at you before heading up the ramp and into the Crest. You let out a sigh of relief. 

Step one, off planet. Far away from where Gideon knew you were. 

You’d cross the bridge to step two when the time came. 

You hadn’t realized that you’d been tense since seeing Gideon on the com link, not until Din put the ship into hyperspace and you knew there weren’t any Imperial cruisers orbiting the planet, just waiting for you to leave. It seemed to blend with his particular brand of cruelty. Tell you one thing, make you an offer, do the opposite. Just to toy with you. Just to prove that he had that kind of power. Because the suffering was the point. 

“We can visit your home there, if you want,” Din said when you were both back in the hold. You were holding Grogu, going through one of the new data drives with him. “You can paint. I think you may need a break…” 

“I’m fine,” you said, letting the baby manipulate a hologram of kitten. His eyes were wide as he looked the creature over, turning it this way and that. “Not that I’ll argue with a vacation but I don’t need it. I’m fine.” 

“Doll.” 

“Really,” you smiled. “I am. It’s just been a weird few months.” 

Din was watching you out of the corner of his eye the rest of the day. You did some training, you worked with the kid on his Jedi skills - including hiding behind a crate and getting him to show you what he was seeing when you did. He got it almost instantly. 

“I don’t know if it’s because it’s me and he’s been getting used to my mind so now he can do more or if he’s getting better,” you said as you and Din had dinner, you sitting in front of him with your back to him so he could take off his helmet. Grogu was on your lap, devouring one of the creatures you’d gotten him at the market that morning. 

“Maybe both,” Din said. “You’ve been working with him a lot.” 

“You can try too,” you said. “I know you do with a lot of the physical aspects of it but you can try the meditation parts, too.” 

“Not the same,” Din replied. You closed your eyes, holding tight to the child in your lap, absorbing the sound of his unmodulated voice. “I can’t do what you can do.” 

“It’s a lot more to do with him than me,” you said. “Trust me.” 

You got out the whiskey after dinner and you and Din sat around the holochess board. Grogu was playing with the different animal holograms on your data pad, occasionally wanting to change whose lap he was sitting on and gleefully toddling across the board when he did, sometimes stopping to try to grasp the pieces and pout when he couldn’t actually get his little fingers around them. 

“Canto Bight to Tatooine will be an adjustment,” Din said after making a move. Grogu was in his lap, a serious look on his little face. 

“A bit,” you said. “Definitely more people on Canto Bight.” 

“Besides the work,” he said slowly. “Did you like it there?” 

You considered your next move for a moment before moving one of your pawns to capture one of his. 

“I don’t really know,” you said eventually with a shrug. “The best part of it was always being back at the Crest with you or out hunting bounties with you. I didn’t spend much time in town that wasn’t meeting with bounty holders or running people down. It was pretty though. I liked the water…” 

“We don’t have to stay on Tatooine,” he said. You frowned. “We can go somewhere else. If you wanted.” 

“Tatooine makes sense,” you said. “There will be work, you already have contacts there. As far as I know, the Imps don’t know that either of us has ties to the planet so it won’t be the first place they look…”

“We can find somewhere else that makes sense.” 

He moved a piece forward. 

You frowned. 

“Do you not want to go to Tatooine?” You asked. 

“I don’t care where we go,” he replied. “But there’s something you’re not telling me…” 

“Din,” you sighed but he continued. 

“And if there is somewhere you would rather be, we can go there.” 

“I want to go to Tatooine,” you said, meeting his eyes beneath his helmet from across the board. “Tatooine makes sense. I like the desert. I’m fine. Let’s go to Tatooine.” 

You took the piece Din just moved with a well placed pawn. 

“See?” You said. “So distracted you fell for my trap perfectly.” 

After a moment, desperate to get some of the tension out of the air, you looked at him. 

“Did I ever tell you about the time I got thrown off a tauntaun?” 

He looked at you for a moment. 

“No,” he replied. “You’ve never told me about the time you got thrown off a tauntaun.” 

“Well, we were on Hoth and it was fucking freezing,” you said. “So we, naturally, got drunk…” 

By the time Grogu fell asleep with his face buried in your chest, things felt somewhat normal. You tucked him into his little pod and took Din’s hand, tugging him along behind you to his quarters and turning off the lights. 

“Cyare,” he said, tone cautious. 

“What?” You draped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” He asked. 

“Is that really what you want to be thinking about right now?” You asked, voice rough. 

“You haven’t given me another choice.” 

You slipped your hands down the front of him, sliding your palms over his beskar to his thighs as you dropped to your knees. 

“Cyare…” his voice was more strained. You could feel his eyes on you, your fingers near the fly of his flight suit. 

“Din,” you looked up at him from your position on the floor. “Do you want me to stop?” 

He groaned. 

“No,” it sounded like he was talking through gritted teeth. 

You smiled. 

“Good.” 

You unzipped him and slipped your hand into his pants, finding his hardening length and taking it gently in your fingers. You started soft and slow, moving up and down him until he was fully hard in your hand. You leaned in and pressed your tongue to his head, licking him in one long stroke before taking just his tip in your mouth and sucking gently. 

“Doll,” he groaned. You hummed around him, easing his cock into you, sucking him harder, pressing your tongue into the bottom of his shaft until his head was lodged in your throat. “Fucking Maker…” 

You moaned and you felt his legs almost give out when you did. 

“Need…” He was panting, his gloved fingers tangling in your hair. “Need you to move…” 

You obliged him, sliding back from him, keeping your hands on his thighs, until just the tip of him was left in your mouth. You licked and circled him with your tongue and his fingers dug into your scalp, straining to pull you back down onto him without forcing you. If you didn’t have his cock between your lips you would have smiled at making him quite this desperate. 

“Don’t…” he groaned, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Don’t look so proud of yourself for barely listening…” 

You looked up at him, knowing he could see you even if you couldn’t see him, and took all of him back in your mouth again, finding a faster, harder rhythm over him. His hand guided you, thrusting his cock deep into your throat, swallowing him past your gag reflex, pressing your tongue into him, sucking him hard. 

“Going to cum,” he managed, just seconds before he did, when he was so deep you barely tasted the saltiness of him as you swallowed. Din fell forward and there was a thud as he caught himself on the wall behind you, panting for breath. 

You released him from your mouth and wiped your spit covered chin on the back of your hand before the hand that had been in your hair slid to your cheek, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. You felt his eyes on you, searching your own. 

“So pretty on your knees,” his voice was still strained. His hand went from your face to your underarm, pulling you to your feet. He tugged your dress off, casting it aside before pushing you onto the bed. “Prettier in my bed.” 

There was the slight hiss of his helmet’s seal disengaging and the thud of the beskar meeting the surface of the shelf. You moaned in spite of yourself. 

“Something you want, Doll?” He asked, voice clear and unmodulated, as more beskar found its way off his body. 

“You,” you squirmed a little on the bed. He stepped forward, nudging your legs apart. You could feel his bare knee on your skin. Your heart picked up as he stepped between your spread thighs. 

“Think you deserve that?” He asked, his voice suddenly close as his fingers traced over your wet heat through your underwear. “Hiding things from me?” 

“Why…” you groaned, pressing into his touch. “Why would I hide things from you?” 

“Don’t know,” he replied. “Know you wouldn’t betray me. Can’t figure out another reason.” 

He tucked your panties to the side and touched your bare skin, making your breath stutter. 

“But you must have one,” he brushed your clit. “Tell me what it is, Cyare.” 

“It’s nothing,” you groaned. “Din, please…” 

“Please what?” He breathed. 

“I need you,” you keened. You were ready to beg for him if that’s what it took, you just needed him to touch you, just needed to feel him. For a moment, it felt like if you didn’t have him, you’d break with it. You needed something to hold onto, desperately. “Please…” 

He kissed you, putting his hands on your waist and adjusting you in the bunk so you could lay below him. He nestled himself between your thighs, his hardening length pressing against your slit as one of his hands found your face, his fingers dipping into your hair and gripping your scalp, tilting your mouth for better access. His tongue dipped into your mouth, sliding over your teeth, your tongue, his hips pressing down into yours. You moaned into his lips, rocking your hips back against him, the root of his cock against your clit. 

He pulled away from you just enough to slide your underwear down and off, casting them aside somewhere on the floor before aligning his body with yours. The head of him was notched against your entrance but not quite inside you when he took your face in his hand. You could feel his eyes on you even though you knew he couldn’t see you any more than you could see him, his helmet lying to the side of the bed. His nose brushed over your cheek and you reached up, running your fingers through his thick, lush hair - fuck, you’d never know the color of his hair… 

“You can tell me anything, Cyare,” he breathed, his lips ghosting over your own. “Love you more than anything…” 

He kissed you as he pushed inside you, taking you slowly and softly until he was all the way inside you, the burn and stretch of him easing the throbbing ache of need inside you. He pulled his lips from yours and pressed his forehead against your own. You shared his breath, acutely feeling every inch of contact between your bodies. 

“I love you,” you were so full of him, he was everywhere over you and around you and inside you. “It’s nothing…” 

You hated lying to him. You didn’t want to taint this with lying to him. 

He kissed you and it was like he was everything and it pushed Gideon and his offer out of your head. 

You let yourself get lost in him, let him swallow you whole. You wanted him to, wanted him to consume you. All the terrible things you’d done; everything good you’d ever caused; the overwhelming, endless love you had for him and for Grogu. You wanted him to take all of it from you, you didn’t want any of it without him. 

He moved inside you slowly, forcefully, holding himself deep within you for a moment with each stroke. His mouth swallowed your whimpers as the hand that wasn’t in your hair found yours, lacing his fingers with your own. Your body tightened around his and he shifted, somehow going deeper, your clit pressing into him with every demanding motion. Your back arched and you pulled your lips from his as you came, crying out with the intensity of it. 

Din buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting his way over you as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breaths ragged as his arms slipped below you, pressing you up against him. As you started to regain control of your body, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed up into him. He took the hint, pulling your body up with his own until you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside you. 

“Cyare,” he moaned into your chest as you started to ride him. His arms caged you, fingertips sinking into your flesh, clinging to you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever touched. You started slow and aching, his hands guiding you, body already tightening so much it was starting to hurt. You kept trying to hold onto him, keep him deep in you, like you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go. 

“Want to feel you,” you managed, whole body unbearably taut as his hold on you tightened, pulling you up and down him. 

“Then let go for me,” he breathed against your throat. His tongue brushed your pulse point, making you gasp and your movements stutter. “Give it all to me, give me everything Cyare, just let go, I have you…” 

He thrust up into you, so deep it made you cry out and you came again, his name on your tongue as you clutched onto him. He pulled you so close that your body was nothing but a line against his own and came apart inside you and your whole being was like a raw nerve, feeling every pulse within you, every inch of skin around you. 

You panted for breath as everything flooded back into you as he held you close, your legs over his own, your arms looped below his, your face pressed against the top of his shoulder. Something in you cracked and you let out a broken sob into him. His large hands went over your back, smoothing your hair, holding onto you. 

“Let me help you,” he said softly. 

“I can’t,” you took a shuddering breath. “There’s nothing you can do, there’s nothing anyone can do…” 

He pulled back from you just enough to bring your forehead to his own. Your tears dropped onto his cheeks. 

“Tell me,” he breathed. “Please.” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, luxuriating in the feel of it. You realized that there was possibly no one else in the galaxy who had done this, who had held him and touched his hair. You liked that you got to have things like that with him, that you had pieces of him the way he had pieces of you. 

“Nothing to really tell,” you sniffed, trying to regain your composure. You tried to find something - anything - to tell him. “Just… Still hard moving around a lot. I had a home for a long time. It’s still strange not having one. I’m adjusting.” 

“We can find a home,” he kissed you softly. “It would be good, I think. For you, for me, for him.” 

“Yeah,” you kissed him. “I think it would. Some stability. Kids like routine.” 

You held each other for a while without talking after lying down. You traced the planes of his face, trying to memorize what you could beneath your fingers. Finding everything you could to hold on to. 

The next day, the three of you made it to Tatooine, Din landing in Peli’s hanger again. She came out to greet you before the ramp was even all the way down.

“Mando!” She called happily. “Stayed away long enough!” 

“Been busy,” he replied, carrying Grogu with him down the ramp. The baby started stretching and reaching for Peli and Din sighed before handing him off. 

“Still have your friend I see,” she raised her eyebrows at you suggestively. “So you may not be interested in what I’ve been puttin’ together for ya but I still think you outta have a look…” 

Grogu squealed happily and she smiled at him. 

“I know!” She said. “I think it’s been too long since you came to visit, too. He’s so smart Mando, should listen to him more…” 

Din gave you a look and you smiled as the two of you followed Peli to her smaller hanger. She pulled a tarp off a Naboo starfighter. Your eyes went wide at it, instinctively reaching out to run your fingers over the chrome. 

“Is that an N-1?” You asked, looking at Peli. She raised her eyebrows. 

“Impressive,” she said. “Yup, this beauty came straight from Naboo but I made some… modifications.” 

“Like what?” Din asked, walking slowly around the ship. 

“Bigger laser cannons while keeping the torpedo launcher,” she said. “And don’t try to outrun this baby, I added a Kineso-switch for sublight travel AND she has hyperspace capabilities….” 

“Did you keep the navigation the same?” You asked, peering into the cockpit. Din cocked his head at you. “What? I learned how to fly on Naboo ships, I like how they run…” 

“Not great for traveling with two,” she sighed. “But if you wanted to take it for a spin, it doesn’t need much to finish her out and I could use the help.” 

“I think you could use the test pilot,” Din said wryly. “But…” He looked to you, almost like he was asking for permission. You just shrugged. “I could help.” 

Din was in his element working on ships. Part of you wondered - if it weren’t for the Clone Wars and the Mandalorians - if he would have been an engineer or mechanic. But that may not have satisfied him. And would have been a waste of his natural talent as a warrior. 

But it would be safe. He could settle. Maybe be happy. 

Grogu was eager to help, too, so the two of you stood off to the side, delivering tools on demand. At one point, Grogu tugged on Din’s sleeve and he slipped out from below the ship, watching the baby as he babbled at him. 

“I’m not sure,” Din said after a moment of listening to him very seriously. “Go ask your mother.” 

Grogu turned to look at you and toddled to you as quickly as he could, stretching up at you and it took you a moment to react, rooted to the spot. 

Din had called you Grogu’s mother. And the child had known exactly who he meant when he used the word, immediately finding you. 

You lifted him and held him close for a moment before looking in his eyes. Hunger. Of course. 

“OK bud, heard loud and clear,” you laughed a little. “Snack time it is.” 

You took Grogu to the market and let him pick some of the animals hanging on hooks at one of the stands. He devoured the first one before you’d even finished paying. 

“Where does it even go?” You asked. He peered up at you and you wiped his little mouth with your thumb. 

You’d never thought about being a mother. So much of your life had been based around serving and surviving, just getting through to the next minute, next hour, next day. After that, it had been too dangerous to consider being anyone’s anything, really. A marriage of convenience had made sense in part because the risk of loving someone was just too great. A child… 

You’d thought of Grogu as your child for months now. That’s how you felt about him, it’s how you considered him and functioned with him. But it’s not a title you ever thought you’d have.

“You’ll watch his back, right?” You said as you walked back to the hanger. 

“Patu,” he said. 

“I mean it’s your dad’s job to take care of you,” you said. “And I know he will. But try to look out for him, too? And love him as hard as you can, OK?” 

He cooed, his eyes meeting yours. He was worried. 

“It’ll be OK,” you gave him a little squeeze. “I promise.” 

Din took the starfighter for a test ride that afternoon and you held Grogu while you listened to him over the com, admiring the handling and the speed. You smiled a bit. He was like a kid with a new toy. 

“Well?” Peli said when he got back, going to meet him. “I do OK? What’d you think?” 

“Wizard,” he jumped out and came and took your hand, pulling you along behind him. 

“What are you doing?” You laughed. 

“Cockpit is big enough for two,” he said. “It’ll be tight but it’s a Naboo ship. You should take a spin.” 

He took the baby and tucked him into the modified droid space before pulling you into the cockpit. He sat at the back, his legs wide so you could settle between them, your back leaning against his chest. 

“Comfortable?” He asked. You tilted your head up so you were looking back at him. 

“Enough for a short trip,” you smiled. “Beggars Canyon run?” 

“Beggars Canyon it is.” 

He took off and you admired the controls. Sosha had flown one of these. Dagres, too. Both of your brothers. It felt like a remnant of your homeworld there on Tatooine, the Mandalorian pressed against your back as he expertly manipulated the controls. You watched Beggars Canyon whip by before he pulled up and you were thrust back into him, the force of leaving the atmosphere pressing you into his body, the stars pinpricks on the horizon until you broke through and were surrounded by them. 

“Wow,” you breathed. 

“You take the controls,” he said gently. “Do once around.” 

“No,” you shook your head. “Absolutely not, not with you and Grogu aboard…” 

“Doll,” he said. “We’re free of the atmosphere, there’s very little traffic right now. Go once around and then I’ll land her.” 

You looked back at him again and you could feel his eyes on you. 

“If I crash us into something, know that it’s your fault,” you said, taking the controls. 

But it wasn’t that bad. Din was right, there was very little traffic and you were able to take it at a fairly easy pace. 

“Want to go around a little faster?” He asked. You looked over your shoulder at him. “I won’t make you but…” 

You looked straight ahead, feeling him behind and around you. 

“Once more,” you smiled a little and you could almost feel the pride coming off of him. 

You opened her up a bit more this time - not nearly the speed Din was taking her at but more than your first lap. 

“Good,” he said, his hands slipping over yours. “Let’s land her.” 

You let him guide you, the steps feeling familiar but far safer under Din’s handling. He landed it easily in Peli’s hanger. 

“See?” He said. “You can fly.” 

“Never said I couldn’t,” you replied as the cockpit opened. “Just that I don’t like it. And that I’m bad at it.” 

“Guess you’ll just have to travel with a pilot,” he said. You could hear the smile on his voice. It made your heart ache. 

“Guess so.” 

He made love to you soft and slow that night and you let yourself get lost in it one more time. After lying in the afterglow of it you convinced him to get dressed enough that Grogu could sleep between you. You moved him from the pod to the bed with his little groggy yawns. You grabbed your sedative ring while you were up. 

Both Din and the baby drifted off not long after and you just looked at them for a moment, Din turning on a low light so Grogu wouldn’t be afraid of the dark when he woke up. 

“I love you,” you said, your voice thick, your hand on the side of Din’s helmet, arm over Grogu. “I love you both, so much. And I’m so sorry.” 

You opened the ring and pressed the needle into Din’s arm. He stirred for a moment before going limp. You carefully extracted Grogu from his arms and settled him into your place in bed. His eyes opened the tiniest bit. 

“It’s OK little one,” you whispered and kissed his forehead. “It’ll be OK.” 

You took the pen and paper you’d bought in Canto Bight and wrote a quick note before getting dressed. You’d decided to leave everything behind but what you were wearing. You put on a handmaid dress. It seemed appropriate. You locked down the ship on your way out. 

You made your way quickly to the small hanger, the N-1 still fueled up and ready to fly. It was lucky, really, that Peli had rebuilt a ship that you were so familiar with. It felt worse, stealing from her, but if she knew the stakes, you knew she’d understand. 

“Sorry, Peli,” you said quietly to yourself as you climbed into the cockpit. You started the launch sequence and took off into the night before anyone even noticed you were gone. 

You jumped to Naboo space first. It was close and you knew the coordinates. You wiped all the drives while in orbit around your homeworld, the first time you’d been back in more than half a decade. The things you’d done in the name of this world, her people, the republic… You weren’t sure you’d ever know if it was the right thing to do or not. 

Once you were certain there was no way to trace the ship to Peli and Tatooine, you put in the coordinates that Gideon had given you and set the jump. 

The trip felt excruciatingly long. You couldn’t sleep and the streaking stars of hyperspace were little solace. Your heart ached. You wanted to go back. You wanted all of this to be some nightmare that you could wake up from, that Grogu would start to fuss and you’d wake up next to Din and one of you would go get the child, give him a snack and hold him between you until he fell asleep again. 

You’d left your data pad behind - too risky to take it without wiping it - so you had nothing to do for the journey but let your mind drift. You thought about everything with the Mandalorian. Every time he’d touched you, every holochess game, the hike up the mountain to show Grogu snow for the first time. You braided your hair in a Naboo style to keep your hands busy. You remembered the first time you met Din, how wrong you’d been about him then. How much you’d both almost fought to hate each other before it was obvious that you never could. The way he sounded when he laughed. 

You would miss all of him so much it hurt. But saving him was worth hurting. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been traveling when you came out of hyperspace. You had to guide the ship the last few hundred clicks, turning on an open com link as you did. It didn’t take long for you to get an escort, two TIE Fighters pulling up alongside you. 

“State your name and clearance code, N-1,” one of them ordered. 

“I don’t have a clearance code,” you said. “I am Solme Arvell, Handmaid to the former Queen of Naboo and wanted by the Empire for war crimes. I am here to surrender to Moff Gideon.” 

Gideon, to his credit, met you in the hanger, flanked by stormtroopers - well armed ones. 

“Handmaid,” he smiled down at you. “Glad to see you can listen to reason.” 

“They’re safe?” You asked. “You won’t look for them anymore, you’ll leave them alone?” 

“That was the agreement,” he replied, still smiling his cocky smile. “I’m almost sorry I won’t get to hunt down and kill… what is he to you? The Mandalorian?” 

“Nothing now,” you said as a trooper stepped forward to cuff you. 

“I suppose not,” he said. “It was smart, taking the deal. Just in case you were having doubts.” 

“I’m sure you think anything that benefits you is smart,” you replied.��

“I do enjoy getting what I want,” he nodded. “But I can appreciate someone who is intelligent enough to recognize when something of value is on the table. I think we can both be… well, maybe not satisfied but fulfilled in this agreement.” 

He jerked his head toward a trooper who started to haul you away. 

Part of you relaxed as you were led to your cell. It was done now, nothing left to agonize over. Not that you’d struggled to make the decision. That part had been simple. 

“You are a smart woman,” Gideon had said via hologram. “You understand when something is at risk and you understand when a threat isn’t empty so let me be very clear. Hand over the child or yourself and I’ll make you a deal. In exchange for the child, I won’t hurt you or the Mandalorian. You can go about your lives without looking over your shoulder for the Empire. I’ll even make sure my compatriots leave you alone. Want to return to Naboo? You can.” 

“Not happening,” you snapped, about to leave. 

“I thought you might not be so willing to do that one,” he said. “Given your… work history. But I have another option on the table. Surrender yourself to me and I will let them go. I will stop looking for them, find a way to make my operation work without the child. I’m close to that, anyway.” 

“Why?” You demanded. 

“What’s in your mind is valuable,” he replied. “When we retake the galaxy, having as much information about the rebellion and the new republic as we can find will help us ensure we succeed this time.” 

“You can’t seriously expect me to just hand over rebel secrets,” you scoffed. 

“No,” he replied. “But we have ways of finding out once we have you. The deal isn’t contingent on you talking, just on your surrender.” 

You narrowed your eyes. 

“If you don’t take either deal, I will make it my personal mission to destroy everything you have ever loved,” he said, voice darkening. “I’ll start with Din Djarin and the child. I will allocate every resource I have to hunting them to every corner of the galaxy and I will make you watch as I slowly, painfully take them apart piece by piece. You think I found you quickly this time? Wait until I make it my sole priority. 

“You have one week to decide, Handmaid,” he said. “My assistant has the coordinates. Meet me there or the hunt truly begins.” 

You were confident that they’d kill you before they got any useful information out of you. And you’d let them. If it was at the hands of some clumsy interrogator who didn’t understand how to read someone, it probably wouldn’t even take long and Gideon would have no one to blame but himself. Hopefully, that would be enough to protect Din and Grogu. 

The cell you were brought to was far from comfortable but you’d been in worse, and your stormtrooper escort was kind enough to uncuff you. You stretched out on the metal bench that served as a bed and drifted off, pretending you were back on board the Razor Crest, waiting for Din to wrap himself around you in his bunk. 

***

Din felt like he’d been hit by a mudhorn. 

He was groggy, his head spinning like he’d polished off a full bottle of whiskey on his own the night before. But he hadn’t been drinking. He eased his eyes open, blinking slowly. You weren’t in bed with him but Grogu was. 

And Grogu was clearly not happy. Din’s arm was oddly sore in one spot, like something had stabbed him, and the child was shaking him - or trying to - hard. 

“Hey,” Din’s voice sounded odd. Scratchy, hazy. He sat up, slowly. “Where’s your mom?” 

The baby babbled incoherently, pointing at the door, looking frantically between Din and the doorway. He frowned, easing himself out of bed. 

He tried to go through what might be making him feel like this. The day before had been normal. Made it to Tatooine, helped Peli finish the build out on the N-1, took it for a test run, had dinner with you and the kid. Fucked you and felt so good he wanted to freeze time right then and there. You insisting on getting the kid after so he’d had to put his helmet on. And now you weren’t in bed… 

“Let’s find her, OK?” He said, tucking the child against his side. He went to open the door but it wouldn’t go. He tried again. 

He frowned, checking the panel. The ship had been put on lockdown, requiring an access code to open any and all doors. His stomach knotted. He entered the code and opened the doors. 

“Doll?” He called, switching his helmet to heat sensor mode. There was so sign of you in the hold. He moved for the cockpit far faster than usual. 

“Doll?” He yelled. There was no sign of you. 

He raced down the ladder to the cockpit and ran to the galley. 

“Doll!” He was damn near screaming now. “Answer me!” 

The fresher was empty. So was the carbon freezing chamber. 

“Cyare!” He yelled, looking around him. Like you’d somehow found a way to trick his sensors and were going to step out from wherever you were hiding. 

The child made a nervous sound from his side. Din changed his settings and held him in front of his face. 

“Is she here?” He asked. “It’s OK, Grogu. Just tell me, did you mom leave the ship?” 

He made a sad sound and looked toward the ramp. 

“She’s off the ship?” 

Grogu made a small, worried sound. 

“OK buddy,” Din said. “We’ll find her, it’s OK.” 

He ran for the ramp and keyed in his code, not willing to wait for it to open all the way before running down it. 

“There you are, Mando!” Peli said, her arms out in exasperation. “Someone stole the N-1 overnight, can you believe that? It wasn’t even done for a whole day and it was in the hanger…” 

“The N-1?” He asked. 

“Must have made it look too good on your trip through Beggar’s Canyon yesterday,” she sighed before looking him up and down. “You must have been up late last night, you slept late enough…” 

A Naboo fighter. One you’d asked about the navigation equipment on. After you’d been acting strangely for more than a day. 

“Here,” he handed the child to Peli and ran back inside the ship. 

“I can’t just babysit all day, Mando!” She yelled as he went inside. “I have a life you know!” 

He ignored her. You wouldn’t have just left, there’d be a sign…. 

Your bags were still in the corner of the ship he’d come to think of as yours. He went and looked at them and you frowned. You’d left your weapons behind. 

Maker, you’d left your weapons…

“Dank farrik!” 

He started frantically looking through the ship. You wouldn’t just leave him, you wouldn’t, there would be something…

Din saw it then. A piece of paper - something so rare anymore - folded up on top of the table in the galley. 

Your handwriting was familiar, like an old friend. He’d spent enough time poring over your letters he knew it well. His hands shook as he picked it up and unfolded it. 

It wasn’t long. 

“Din, 

“Please know that this was the only way. Know that I love you and Grogu more than I knew it was possible to love anything. Take care of each other. You should be safe now. Be happy. 

“- Your Doll” 

“No,” he read it a second time. Then a third. “No, no, no…” 

You were gone, you’d taken a hyperspace capable ship and left. He didn’t know where you’d gone, why you’d left, how he was supposed to survive let alone be happy without you. 

He just knew one thing. 

He was going to find you. If it was the last thing he did, the Mandalorian was going to find you and he was going to bring you home.

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Oooo you mentioned something about one off aus in your tags? What are some of your favourites you've made?

:OOOOOOOOO woah did not expect any asks, tytyty for your interest!

Hmmmmm favorites, I’ve made a lot for tsams in past tho I dunno if you’d be interested in those, right now I have a couple jrwi aus I’ve been thinking about a lot. I can’t believe I haven’t actually posted anything about them but if you’d be interested in hearing me ramble;

I’ve got two bigger ones that I’ve slowly been working on, one I call “he drowned the world” and it’s an au where Gillion, way before the events in riptide, did a big thing and the ocean rose up and flooded the entire world. The people still alive made big ol’ floating cities like boats on the ocean. I thought the idea of the whole land, sea, one will overtake the other prophecy stuff would be interesting to explore. I plotted a mini story in the universe though it still needs lots of plot working before I could ever write and post the actual thing.

The current version has Chip meeting Gillion in a above water prison (I need to figure out a solid reason why he’s there) and then freeing him and sailing on a little mini adventure. There were older versions where Chip was in an underwater air city and Gillion was a royal of some kind but I changed it for various reasons.

I have some designs I drew of Gillion in some outfits for the au, more for the old version but could work with the new;

The other biggish story was one branching off a superhero au I drafted, where Chip, Gillion, and Jay are superheroes and Niklaus is a big supervillain. The branching story was instead of Albatrio being superheroes I made them kids and decided let’s give them to Niklaus and mess around with that. Currently I’m calling it “my villainous children”.

I’ve got some fun plot points thought up with like Chip falling for a hero in training and wanting to play hero to get closer to him and Gillion discovering an interest in heroism himself, with both of them trying to hide it from Nik since Niklaus expects them to become supervillains like him or civilians at least.

Art wise here’s An old design for normal superhero Gill plus a Jay design I had sitting in my drafts for some reason (looks finished idk why I never saved it but I didn’t);

Thinking about it these sound like big projects but they’re very unfinished. they’re cool ideas that I’d love to explore with time, but very likely i’ll lose interest before then, which is why I put these in one off catagory. More accurately one offs I have these guys just singular characters, like I made a design for a vampire Chip, a Vampire hunter Gillion, an Emo Gillion, and a triton Pretzel which I never posted;

None of them have major stories but little ideas that run around in my head occasionally. Honestly I just really enjoy the process of making designs.

Gonna cut myself off here as I’ve run out of major things, Ty again for the ask you’ve absolutely made my day :)))))))