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rs8ndead · 4 months ago

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❛ addicted ❜ ⸻ dating Trevor Philips

── ﹙ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ SUMMARY.﹒⟢ ⸻ Trevor as a boyfriend. 🤗🤗

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ PAIRING.﹒⟢ ⸻ trevor philips x gn/gender neutral! reader.

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ A/N.﹒⟢ ⸻ EEEEEEEK first headcanons post of one of my TOP hyperfixations HOORAY ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ I love characters like Trevor,,,, like characters who are stinky and or crime lords :3 so fun to write because they’re just MAD crazy 🎀🎀 he’s also so easy to write to because I made a original character BASED off of Trevor and to ship with Trevor, I really wanna write like fanfiction of the two together but I’m not sure if anybody will like… like it or anything 💔💔😓 ( I hope I’m writing Trevor right, I’d freak out if I weren’t writing one of my favorite comfort characters correctly )

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ TAGLIST﹒⟢ ⸻ none 💔 pls let me know if you guys wanna be in my taglist for everything that I write or for something specific :33

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→﹐ 𓏵﹒ TAGLIST﹒⟢ ⸻ none 💔 pls let me know if you guys wanna be in my taglist for everything that I write or for something specific :33

🩸 ⸺ the most clingiest man ever. From clinging onto your waist if not constantly when you guys are alone, to following you around everywhere you go and holding onto your hand as if he were some body guard, being nosy and peeping himself into your business ( example: phone call ), intrusive staring towards you, sniffing them without context or warning at all, invading personal space ( he has no sense of it ), constant and constant communication, overwhelming relentless and continuous affection, regular rambling and blabbering about how much he loves you and that he would literally do anything for you ( committing crimes such as robbery, credit card fraud, murder, arson, etc etc THE LIST GOES ONNNNN ), no he will not stop any of his suffocating and overwhelming actions until you probably like communicate out your boundaries with him. He grew up with a horrible childhood, he’s not really socially aware of how creepy he can be when he starts to date somebody. It’s very obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ despite his history of hooking up with other woman and his chaotic mess of a personality, Trevor truly feels there is a bond with you and him and that there’s actual chemistry, instead of just sex and splitting ways after wards. He loves you so very deeply and isn’t afraid to show you that he loves you, at all.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ Trevor is all putty when it comes to you, like a baby kitten. He’s your lil meow meow for real, ESPECIALLY when you give him any form of affection.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ takes you out on shopping sprees constantly whenever he can if you’ve got a hobby for shopping ( and yes of course, it’s allllll from Michael’s credit card, in which good ol’ Trev somehow managed to steal from him ) and constantly commits credit card fraud just so he can see you happy, if you TRY to persist he will just say something along the lines of: “sugar tits, no no no… let me spoil you.” And no, he will not take a no for an answer, he’ll even go as far as hiding your form of payment ( cash, credit, debit ) in a place where he knows you won’t find it, because he’s not letting you buy anything for yourself, at all. He’s paying for you, one way or another and he loves you and doesn’t want you to pay for yourself when you’ve got him. It’s a fifty / fifty relationship, he buys you stuff and other needs for you, and you just let him do that for you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ if this man had good grammar AND could write ( because we all know, he cannot write for SHIT. ) you’d be getting those long ass love sappy letters, but IF you were a writer and you did that for him he would be all confused and asking you “huh what’s this say” and then be all a putty, crying even more clingy mess all over you and sobbing that he didn’t deserve you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ before he started to officially date you, he definitely asked Michael ( and probably Wade, Ron, Franklin, and everybody who he knows but mostly Michael before he tells to shut the fuck up when he hears something he doesn’t like ) for relationship advice, and no he did not listen to Michael about ‘taking it slow’ and along with ‘don’t say I love you to quick’, because Trevor definitely most likely said those words ‘I love you’ when he meets you because he is SO IN LOVE with you it surpasses everything practically, he’s to dumb for relationship rules.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ it’s quite obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you. You know that erotic Calendar and those also erotic photos of women in their bikinis that are on the walls of his trailer?? Yeah, he took it down and just replaced it with photos of you.( one of the advices that he listened to from Michael )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ he loves like a puppy, constantly all over you as he’s practically and literally your number one hype man, complimenting you and being all desperate for you and crushing on you even though you and him are both dating. He worships you to the point where its concerning.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ the type of guy to gift you rocks he thinks you’d find cool that he would find on sandy shores whenever he’s spending time away from you ( he hopes you find the rocks he gifts you cool; otherwise he’d be disappointed in himself )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸 ⸺ literally the dream boyfriend. I don’t CAREEEEEEE he’s the dream boyfriend.

#𐂯ྀི　　 ⸝⸝　　 rs8ndead #trevor philips #Trevor Philips headcanons #Trevor Philips x reader #headcanons #gta 5 #gta5 x Reader

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ashuribbon · 1 year ago

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Do you have any Abalone headcanons to share? I really love him as well and I wish more people talked about him!!!

I'll admit, it was hard for me to choose whether or not to answer this ask or not! Mainly since, well, a lot of people don't like Abalone Cookie (and if people followed through in A Mermaid's Tale, you can know he's one hell of a bastard stinky man). For me, it's mostly a love-hate relationship with him, since I love how well-written he is as a villain and his design and voice, but I really, REALLY don't condone his actions and just glad he got his karma.

But I know some folks want at least a bit of content of him, since they also spotted my other Abalone pic I made before the update. Soooo, me being me, I can't turn down a fan!

In a nutshell, my depiction of him is he is basically the Scourge Warrior Cats of the sailor Cookies (but he never will be like Scourg-eclair /silly /lh) who ever lived. He isn't like Pirate Cookie where he was born from a powerful god but became evil over the years.

If anything, he was once a sailor who started from nothing but ended up building his legacy from the ground up... at least until there wasn't the day he died.

Before the rise of House Abalone, Abalone Cookie didn't start from much. He was once a sailor who provided some money for his family, having to struggle with finances to provide food and home for his family, similar to what Lord Oyster went through.

His family life was not the best either. With his siblings often teasing him for being the weakest of the bunch, he was often picked on despite his hard efforts to make his family proud. The only source of comfort was his mother, who told him legends and stories of the seas, from Gem Mermaids to the Kraken, and was the one to provide some source of comfort. He lacked a father, so it was his grandfather who had to toughen him up to survive the hardship they were in.

However, all of that changed when the crew ended up with a situation. During a lunar eclipse, the ship was "raided" by some merfolk that appeared from the ocean water (because the merfolk weren't really raiding). He remembered how it was at the time: It was like a storm he's never seen. In an effort to keep all the members of the crew and the captain alive, he took action and fired at the mermaids with one of the harpoons, before hearing a shriek and seeing all the mermaids fleeing the the scene. He didn't capture a mermaid... but instead a golden coral.

By that point, the crew who used to see him as another sailor started to respect him. The hardships slowly subsiding as he began to build a reputation for himself as the brutish sailor to exist... or by the time he got older, the brutish captain of the ship.

However, the corruption only grew after his mother went missing and his grandfather passed away from old age. And unfortunately for his siblings, he disowned them - since they've done nothing but mock him despite his efforts - and made sure they were never seen in his sights again, leaving the Abalone family in House Abalone to be just a family of one.

By that point, as he grew more powerful and became increasingly richer, he decided to pass down his ideology. Those in his crew need to work like hell in order to gain his trust, regardless if strong or weak. If anyone was caught showing disrespect or broke any boundaries, he wasn't afraid to fight them. His grandfather had to toughen him up, so he did the same with his crew. If anything, no one wanted to start a mutiny for they fear his wrath. That was how scared his crew was of him.

He would have everything he ever wanted. A legacy, a powerful empire that was called House Abalone, a reputation that can't be topped, and any of the houses in the republic would rely on him, including House Oyster. House Abalone was basically powerful at the time (at least until the events of A Mermaid's Tale where his greed made it all crashing down).

It's stated in-game that he saw himself in Lord Oyster. He knew what it was like to be seen as the runt, especially since House Oyster was in the same situation as he was in.

I also imagined he had a romantic partner too, but said romantic partner ended up a widow when he died (I might show the OC if people nag me about it).

...By the time he died, he ended up a ghost, corrupted by his own greed and forever bounded to the depths of the ocean, forever haunting the sailors who dare try to take his treasures. Legends say that one can always tell that it's his ghost by his cackling, and the appearance of a brute.

This can pretty much contrast how Pirate Cookie was. Pirate Cookie was the fire, where he loved his crew dearly and was able to at least carve his own path. Abalone Cookie, unfortunately, was the ice as he followed his wrath.

OH and lil' song playlist bonus:

This specific bit from Ren's "Money Game Part II."

King - Florence + The Machine

The Water's Fine - The Family Crest

#ash pone arts #shush it asher #cookie run #abalone cookie #cookie run kingdom spoilers #cookie run kingdom #crk #Crossing my heart people don't get angry at me for this ;m; /lh

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misunderstood-muses · 2 years ago

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Promise (Part 13)

We were stopping at their reserve island again before heading to Ineon.

I was excited, because with all of the sessions I was having with Yeosang, I just might be able to get into the water without going full fish mode.

We had been working up to it this whole time.

Between learning things about the ship, my newly added trainings with San, and Wooyoung wanting me in the rigging everyday, there hadn’t felt like a lot of time to work on this.

So we had taken to working on the exposure later at night from his, and I guess now my room, or outside the navigation room when we knew we would be making a mess with the buckets of seawater Yeosang would haul up. I was finally able to stand in them without feeling the immediate need to shift or losing myself, and if our late night training sometimes led to other things then so be it. We just added it up to being another helpful distraction.

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A small smile graced my lips as I looked out across the water to see the island coming into view.

“Still excited to be on land again I see.” Jongho said, noticing the slight bounce I was doing.

“Honestly. Yes. Like I said before. Stinky boys.”

“Hmm, I don’t believe that’s what you were saying last night.” Yeosang said, walking by.

“Stop. You’re trying to stir up trouble.” I shouted after him.

Just like our last trip here, Yeosang helped me into the boat. Him, Yunho, Jongho, and I all rode together to the island.

When we got there, they helped me out without touching the water again.

Unlike last time we were here, I helped with some of the moving of items and eventually we all stopped to take a break.

Looking around, I scanned the beach to find the familiar black haired man I wanted to steal away. I found him tying some supplies together a little ways away and practically ran over.

“Aleah, is everything alright?” he said when I came sliding to a halt in front of him.

“Take me to the waterfall.” I said, grinning.

“What?”

“Take me. I wanna show you something.”

He nodded and put the rope down, taking my hand instead and leading us into the trees.

It was the same as when we had been there last. The sides of the rocks were covered in flowers and the spray from the falls made a rainbow peak out.

I started pulling off my clothing.

“Wait wait. What are you doing?” He asked, hands going to grasp at the fabric.

“I told you. I had something to show you. Yours too. Off.” I said, pushing his hands away.

“You’re going to boss me around?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

I laughed, “This time, yes. Off.”

He shook his head, doing as I said until he was just in his under trousers and me in my shift.

“Okay.” I said, steeling myself with a deep breath before walking to the water. I stopped right before where the pool began. Taking one more deep breath, I stepped forwards.

The water was cool and refreshing, and even though I felt the pull to change, I was able to fight it without the normal physical pain. I took a few more steps into the water before turning around to find Seonghwa standing on the shore with his mouth open.

“Yeosang and I have been working really hard. I think I can even…” I took more steps back until I was waist deep and then lowered myself to my knees, relaxing into the water, feeling myself come more alive with its touch, more comforted. After a moment I stood back up, shift sticking to me and water dripping from the ends of my braid.

“Well?” I asked.

I screamed a little as he came barreling towards me, reaching for me, lifting me up and spinning me around. I laughed loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to spin.

“I am so proud of you.” He said, finally slowing his spin down and beginning to lower us into the water, lips attaching to mine. We kissed heatedly, Seonghwa putting every ounce of pride into his kisses. I could tell we were slowly inching towards the waterfall because the sounds was getting louder. He put his back to it before lifting me up out of the water to stand, kisses getting rougher as the water pounded right behind us. I wasn’t sure where the beating of our hearts began and where the pounding of the water ended. It was the closest I had ever felt to the water while not being in my transformed state and I realized this would be the closest Seonghwa would ever have to that feeling. I wondered if he was feeling it the same way as I was.

“Can you go under?” He asked, pulling away and motioning his head to the waterfall.

“I think so. Let’s try.”

He pulled us back and through the water quickly, senses cut off from everything but the falling water for a moment and then suddenly we were engulfed in the echo, pulled into a more intimate world. I wiped the water from my face, still feeling in control somehow. He turned us so that my back hit the cold stone wall and I gasped, giving him access to swipe into my mouth with his tongue.

With the support of the wall, he let his hands roam, pulling at the shift that clung to my body until it was over my head and hitting the stone floor with a wet splash, his pants following soon after.

I had been naked before him many times, but this time felt different. We were in the water, in my home, with him more vulnerable in my hands than the other way around. He was putting so much trust in me and I in him to keep me grounded to this form.

“I knew the moment I saw you in that room at the Inn that you were different, special, magnificent. I knew I was a goner then.” He said.

“I think I knew I was a goner the minute I let you all into my Inn.” I said.

“I’m so happy to have you with me all the time. Everytime I had to leave, it was torture.”

“I know. Same for me too.”

“I love you. With every part of my mortal soul.”

“Some days I think you might not only be mortal, Seonghwa. You’re far too wonderful.” I said, kissing his lips a few times. I could feel him against me and I ground down into him slightly and he leaned his head back.

“I’m so glad I didn’t lose you back then.” I whispered, tracing the scar on his chest. He shivered from the contact. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’ll never lose me.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Promise.”

I nodded and then he guided himself inside me, both of us gasping. The wall was cool behind me but I could feel a fire burning inside as he moved in and out, picking up the pace when I ran my nails down his back.

“Faster.” I said, before clasping a hand to my mouth after hearing the familiar lilt of my siren song.

“No, don’t hide it. Be what you’re supposed to be. I trust you.”

“Seonghwa.”

“I trust you.” He said, then delivered a particularly rough thrust that had me cursing despite trying to silence myself.

“More.” I sang and he obliged. He never took his eyes off of mine and I could see mine reflected back at times, the green showing brighter.

“I love you. So much. You’re mine.” I said, melodic words drifting over him.

“Yours.” He echoed. I blinked hard, releasing him from the words.

“And I’m yours” I said back, voice as normal as it could be as the desire filled my belly.

“Mine. Mine first.” He said, “I love you so much.”

The tension snapped for both of us and we came together, the waterfall swallowing our sounds and our words.

Seonghwa let me down back to the ground and we both sat, him moving slightly back in the water and resting his chin on my knee while looking up at me.

“Do you think I could see you?” He asked.

“You are seeing me.”

“No, you as you are supposed to be.”

For some reason, it felt good for him to see this form as a secondary thing, to seem to accept me for what I really was.

“Stay there then. Don’t move until I tell you to, and only if it seems like me.”

I stepped back a few feet and sat my legs into one of the puddles on the stone floor and willed the change to happen. It was nowhere near as painful as the last time. Now that I had stopped running from what I was, it’s like my body accepted the change.

I looked over at him, his eyes wide and mouth open, looking from my green tail to my face and back down.

“Okay. You can come here.”

He slowly got up from the water and walked over, sitting down on his knees in front of me, like he was worshiping this new form I had taken.

“Can I touch?”

I nodded, holding my breath as his hand slowly raised and then skimmed down the scales.

I shuddered, the sensation odd. He did it a few more times before resting his hands on the tail completely.

“How could anyone ever harm anyone like you?” He asked, eyes clouding over. He was probably thinking back to the story with Wooyoung.

“The same reason why you’re looking at me like that, only with ill intent.” I said, also thinking about all of our kind that had been lost to humanities greed.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” He said, “That won’t happen to you.”

“You can’t protect me from everything.”

He looked up, reaching out with one hand to hold my chin, keeping my eyes level with his, “Trust me, I will damn well try.”

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We made it back to the camp later, Seonghwa kissing my hand before going off to get us food.

I sat down on the sand beside San. He handed me his cup and I took a sip, wincing at the bitter liquid.

“You’ve got…” He didn’t finish his sentence but reached up and pulled a purple flower from my hair, handing it to me.

“Um…thanks.” I said, blushing.

“Please, as if we didn’t all know what you guys would be up to after disappearing. Wooyoung was so pathetic but I convinced him you guys needed some alone time. You’re welcome.”

“Thank you.”

He scoffed.

“No, I mean it, San. Thank you. You’ve been so accepting of literally everything and never pried into anything, even though I think you knew a lot. It’s nice to have your support.”

“You’ve always had my support. And you always will.”

I leaned myself into his side and he placed his head on top of mine.

“Cute. My two favorite people together.” A very tipsy Wooyoung said before crashing down on both of us.

“Ugh, get off.” I said, trying to push him away.

“No, you were gone so you deserve it. And Sannie…well, you deserve it too so both of you just accept my love.”

I rolled my eyes and looked over at San who did the same but was smiling.

“Aleah!” Mingi yelled from across the beach, swaying slightly and pointing at me, “I challenge you to a rematch. Right now.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please Aleah, fight him. I’ve got 50 on you.” Yunho said, clapping Mingi on the back making him stumble more.

“Yeah Aleah, fight me..wait, you did what Yunho? My best friend is betraying me?”

“Go for it.” San said.

“Yeah, might as well put him in his place again.” Wooyoung said.

“You’ve got money on me too don’t you?” I asked.

“I’ll always bet on you, My Sunlight.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright Moonlight, walk me over there then so I can kick his ass and we can get some good food in Ineon.”

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spctrsgf · 2 years ago

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a dark chase

summary: Din promises you and the kid a break on a remote planet in the Outer Rim, saying you could all use a vacation. What could go wrong with that?

word count: 2.4k

warnings: language, gn!reader, established relationship, mentions of blood, cliffhanger (i was too lazy to write the rest lol)

a/n: oh my gosh guys. WE HIT 100 FOLLOWERS!!! TYASM FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH<3

“Hey! Be careful!” You scolded the kid, but even he could tell the words didn’t sink much deeper than that. He ran even faster than before, using the Force (as the lady with the lightsabers called it) to propel himself when you caught up.

“Grogu!” You laughed as he whipped his head to attention, tumbling to the ground halfway through a leap. You jumped at the green eared creature, capturing him in a hug. He pat your face, wiggling to try to escape your grasp, but months of taking care of him had your arms trained. “Hey, lil guy. That’s enough wandering.”

He grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“I know, I know,” you pulled the two of you up. “But your dad looks like he’s almost done.” You gestured to where Mando stood, conversing with someone whose name you hadn’t retained.

Grogu slumped against you.

You frowned. “Sorry, maybe later, k?”

A nod was the only response from Grogu.

You sighed before making your way back to the ship and up the ramp, settling on the ground with Grogu placed comfortably on your lap. You pulled out your sack and fed him some meat, smiling as he garbled happily and munched.

Your eyes were cast downward until heavy footsteps sounded in front of you, causing you to look up and meet the face of your companion. Or, his face under a layer of beskar. Mando nodded to you before shutting the button to the hull. You sat in silent anticipation as he stood, waiting for him to say what was clearly lodged in his throat.

“I didn’t catch the quarry yet.” The gorgeous yet filtered baritone of his filled the room as the door sealed with a puff of air. “I gathered,” You responded. “How long do you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“That’s alright. We can wait.”

“Right.” He began to pace, falling into a circular pattern.

“Din, what’s going on?” There was more to this than he was letting on.

Din looked up abruptly at the use of his real name. “Nothing!”

You raised your eyebrows. “Nothing?”

“Yes. Nothing.” His hands were clasped together behind his back.

“You’re nervous and holding something back, what is it?”

“How-“

You smiled, standing up and placing the kid in his hammock. “Because I’ve lived with you for months. I pick up the small things you don’t even realize you do.”

“Like what?” He entertained the conversation as though he could evade your earlier question.

You smirked. “I’ll tell you if you tell me what you’re itching to say but won’t because you’re scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“I know, I know,” you clasped your hands together as you came to stop in front of him. “I was surprised too. But I guess even The Mandalorian get scared.”

Din’s gloved hand shot out to grab your hip abruptly, causing you to jump in surprise. “I am not scared.”

“Then spit it out.” You walked out on a thin string, the last of your confidence zapped out by the outburst.

He sighed, dropping his hand and pulling away. “I was thinking we could, uh, stay here for a bit? It’s a relatively safe planet and we could stay in the woods and I saw how much the kid liked it and if you don’t want to that’s fine-“

“Sure.”

He reeled. “Huh?”

You shrugged. “Sure, why not? You look like you could use a break.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you work too much. You need to take a fucking break, Din.”

“Yeah, well I still gotta catch this quarry, and then I can-“

“Go then.”

“Wha?” He reeled.

“Go. And go quick. The kid and I will be here when you get back. Maybe then you’ll stop walking around the perimeter of the ship every night before you go to bed and take of that beskar. Maker, your clothes must be downright stinky underneath that.”

“Hey,” he pointed a glare at you as he grabbed his weaponry. “Uncalled for.”

You smiled, slamming a hand on the button to open the hatch. “Get out.”

Din descended onto the hatch, turning back to frown at you. “Your kicking me out of my ship?”

“My ship now.” You yelled, waving a hand at him as the hatch closed.

Din shook his head in admiration. “Some partner I got. Who are they kidding, Their ship?”

Din loved the sound of that.

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“Whoa, what’s the rush?” The voice of Mando’s latest quarry drifted from behind him. Yanking the chain attached to his hands, he said nothing as the quarry tripped over his feet. “Aye,” he called. “Mind not destroying my hands and knees before you shove me in carbonite?”

“No.” His answer was definitive.

The quarry took a few big strides to catch up to Mando. “Ah, he speaks.”

He said nothing again, just continued his brisk pace until he reached the hull door. With a press of a button on his vambrace, the hatch came down with a creak. He shoved the quarry ahead of him, making quick work of getting him there.

The quarry trailed his eyes around the ship, meeting you sitting asleep in the small bed with the kid settled on top of your stomach. The kid opened his dreary eyes and let out a cheerful garble, climbing towards him. “Hold on,” Mando held his hand out to halt the kid’s pursuit. “Lemme finish with this guy.”

“Pretty companions you got,” Commented the man as he awaited his fate.

Mando clenched his jaw, cursing the fact that he forgot to prepare the carbonite chamber before leaving.

“Are they who you were rushing for?”

“Yes.” The chamber was almost done.

“Yeah,” he sighed wistfully. “I would be rushing too. You’re lucky you ended up with someone so gorgeous.”

Mando bit his lip, not that anyone could see it. “I am.”

The quarry sighed, shuffling into the chamber. “Let’s get it over with.”

Mando hesitated with a hand over the ‘close’ button. It’d been a while since he’d had such a complying quarry, he valued it especially at the moment. He nodded to the man. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Letting me get back to them.” With that, he shut the chamber.

Sighing, Din turned, relaxing his shoulders and peeling off his beskar. The ship was locked so nothing posed a threat, he reasoned, and his muscles were sore. You were also right; his clothes stank. Making a face, he found his little washing machine, chucking in those clothes before changing into a simple tunic and pair of pants. When he ventured over to where the kid had placed himself, only his helmet remained.

“Hey, big guy.” Din looked at Grogu, who garbled again, and situated himself onto Din’s lap. He sat criss cross across from you and watched silently as your chest rose and fell. A peaceful smile presented itself on your face. He also realized you were wearing one of his shirts, causing him to grin and dust a light pink.

Clearing his throat, he reached out and nudged your shoulder. You mumbled and swatted his hand, eyes still shut. “Ten more minutes, Grogu.” Din chuckled. “It’s not Grogu, cyar’ika.”

Your eyes shot open. “Din?”

“In the flesh.”

You launched yourself at the poor man unexpectedly, eliciting an ‘oof’. “You’re back! I missed you so much.”

He chuckled. “It was only two days.”

“iT wAs OnLy TwO dAyS,” you imitated him, pulling away grumpily. “Pfft. That’s too long.”

“C’mon,” he tried to reason, reaching for you. “You’ve done it before.”

“Yeah, but not with so much to experience when you were to come back. Made waiting a bitch.”

He titled his head, and you could tell that he was smiling. “You really missed me, huh?”

“Of course I did,” You gave his helmet a playful smack as you got up and squeezed past him.

He grabbed your hip, huffing. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back. Grogs needs food.”

“Grogs?”

“Sorry, it’s my nickname for him. Or at least one of them.” You pulled away from his grip.

Din shook his head in confusion. “Grogs. What?”

——

“Y/n!” You looked up at the sound of your name, meeting the visor of Din’s helmet. “Yeah?” You called back.

“I’m gonna do some repairs on the ship, don’t wander too far!”

You frowned. “I can help-“

“No,” the tip of his helmet told you he was probably glaring. “Relax. I got this.”

“You need to relax more than I do. You’ve been gone forever.”

He groaned. “It was only two days!”

“That’s too long! Right, Grogu?”

The kid garbled.

“See?” You gestured towards him. “Grogu agrees.”

“How do you know?”

“I just know, trust me.”

“Whatever,” Din waved his hand. “I’m gonna fix up the ship and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

You laughed. “Stay safe.”

“You too,” he stuck his head out from where he had disappeared behind the Razor Crest. “And don’t lose my kid.”

Your head swiveled violently on its axis to watch Grogu venture farther into the jungle. “We,” you pointed a finger at him as you moved towards the kid. “Will be talking about that when I get back.”

“Huh?” Din reeled as if he didn’t realize what he said.

You smirked. “Guess you’re a dad now.”

You turned then, laughing as Din’s sputters faded as you chased the kid. “Grogu!” You yelled. “Slow down!” The kid didn’t listen, chasing what appeared to be a butterfly farther into the woods. “Jeez, for someone with small legs, he sure does run fast.”

You internally cursed skipping lunch as your energy faded from the quick exertion, leaving you no choice but to stop and catch your breath. “Grogu!” You croaked urgently, reaching a hand out as if you could use the Force yourself and bring him back to you.

The kid stopped, tilting his head as he assessed you. He waddled over as you slumped against a tree, exhausted. “C’mere, lil guy.” Grogu wedged himself between your legs and your chest, pushing them down and sitting patiently as you caught your breath.

As soon as you did, he jumped up excitedly and pulled on your pant leg. “No more running.” You scolded, and the kid tilted his head as if confused. “I know you understand what I’m saying.”

The kid didn’t respond, only bounded away.

“Grogu!” You tried to sound stern, but your laughter bubbled up quick.

You chased and chased the kid, renewed with a sense of fuel you didn’t know you had. The kid ran with impeccable speed and stamina, causing you to dig into previously hidden reserves to keep up. You were never one to throughly enjoy running, but this was fun.

Key word being was.

The kid stopped violently, causing you to rock onto your heels and flail your arms to avoid running into him. “Gro-“ A sharp yank on your pant leg shut you up, something telling you to bend down and hide. In the silence, you heard it: footsteps.

Who could that be?

You were the only ones out here: Din had checked. Maybe they had come since last night? Seemed likely. It wasn’t Din, that’s for sure. He was repairing the ship, and he wouldn’t stop unless something dire happened.

Did something happen?

The thoughts bleared your eyesight, and you reached a hand up to rub your eyes, refocusing on a figure in the distance. You and Grogu crept behind a rock, watching as a man and five droids strolled into the clearing.

They paused, as if measuring the air. “Y/n l/n, born on Yavin VI and an old resident in Mos Espa, show yourself.”

You said nothing, frowning. How did he know that?

The man speaking sighed. “Must we end this in a shootout? I’m afraid you won’t be happy with the outcome.”

Your hand moved to your blaster. “What do you want.”

“It’s small, really: you’re little green companion.”

“What?” Came your answer, appalled and outraged.

“I’ll take good are of him, I promise.”

Your eyes hardened. “Never.”

The man sighed again. “Fine. Then I’ll pry him from your dead body.”

And then the guns fired. You could hear the rock crack as you ducked lower, peeping out from the left side of the rock to shoot a droid. Red hot adrenaline shot through your veins as you popped up and shot two more, breathing heavily.

Soon enough, the droids were gone, but to your dismay, so was the man. You slumped against the rock, gun still in hand. “You okay?” You turned to the kid. He nodded with a garble and a yawn, clutching your pant leg.

“We’re safe now,” You reassured him with a pat. “Thanks for your help.”

“Are you?” You looked up to meet a blade, two inches from your nose. “Because I would say otherwise.”

You glared up at the man, trying to keep a cap on your fear. “You would?”

“I would.” The sinister man smiled, twisting his fascinating blade with a smile. It was black, white squiggles and a soft glow emitting from it. “This is the darksaber. I believe it is related to your other, beskar-covered companion, eh?”

“It is?”

The man shook himself out of his fascination, bringing the blade back to your face. “Give me the kid.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll pry it from your dead body, as I said before.”

“Are we assuming I’ll be dead?” Your grip tightened on your blaster.

He frowned. “You will. Now hand it over if you want to keep your life.”

You smirked. “No.”

Acting quick, you rolled away from the man and shot him in the arm, causing him to yelp and drop the saber. In its downfall, the blade scorched your arm, causing you to also yelp and nearly let go of the kid. Shaking your head to clear it, you turned on your heel and ran, slightly veering yourself from the direction of the the ship in case the man was able to pursue you.

You bursted through the last of the foliage after quite some time, the last of your adrenaline spent. You collapsed onto your knees and bit your tongue, suppressing a cry. You clutched at your arm, turning your head up from the blood surely oozing from between your fingers.

Maker, it had to be horrible. Pain continued to erupt from your arm, and you willed your body to be able to stand up and get to the ship before Din could-

“Y/n?”

Shit.

“Hey, your back!” You watched him get off of his knees and walk around the ship, something telling you that you should tell him to stop but not having the energy in you to do it anymore. Your vision was blurry and you reeled, only managing a weak “Din?”

He rounded the corner. “How was-“ his face dropped as he caught sight of you, doubled over, with a scorch mark and blood dripping from a cut in your arm.

“Din.” You said again, only this time it was as if the word was a lifeline.

“Y/n, what happened?” He scrambled over, picking you up bridal style.

“OW!” Your eyes shot open quickly and you flailed.

He winced. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

“What time isssss it?” Your head lolled back as your words began to slur. “I could use some sssshut eye.”

Din’s eyes widened. “No.”

“Wow, I am tiiiiiiiired.”

“No,” he grabbed your chin. “You stay right here with me.”

“I-I can’t.” Your eyes began to shut.

“Y/n, no!” He set you down on his bed before grabbing your cheeks. “Please.”

And that was the last thing you heard before it all went black.

#heheheh i made a cliffhanger #din djarin #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine

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h-worksrambles · 3 years ago

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Had a random brainworm about the Sam & Max series because this franchise still hasn’t left my head.

The three Telltale games all kind of iterate on a specific episodic formula, with the third game often seen as the one that bucks the trend in a lot of ways, making it the favourite for a lot of fans. Now I love Devil’s Playhouse to death, don’t get me wrong. But playing through the Beyond Time and Space remaster again helped me notice that you can already see a shift in progression as early as the second season.

Specifically, the way the last two seasons use the Commissioner. Or rather, how they don’t. Full Season Two and Three spoilers below.

In Save the World, the Commissioner calls at the start of every episode. Each time he gives Sam & Max the details of their case. And of course he does. That’s standard Sam & Max fare from as far back as the original comic. But then we get to Beyond Time and Space. The Commissioner only calls at the start of ONE episode, Night of the Raving Dead. In every other episode, Sam & Max stumble on the supernatural threat of the week themselves.

In 201, the Maim-Tron attacks their street. The boys see it was apparently sent by Santa and head to the North Pole for answers about what wise guy tried to kill them.

In 202, they see Sybil and Lincoln get abducted by the Bermuda Triangle and follow after them.

In 204, Flint realises Bosco has gone missing, and Sam & Max go with him to look for the guy.

And in 205, Sam & Max are spit out at the gateway to the underworld after escaping T.H.E.M.’s ship and decide to help Bosco get out of Hell.

In each of these cases, the Commissioner doesn’t need to send the boys off on a case. They take initiative to investigate something that bothers them. And of course, Season Three is far more plot focused, so Sam & Max can be pretty naturally led through events in a way that doesn’t require the Commissioner sending them off on a new case.

Why is this, then? Most likely it’s a creative writing choice. It’s much less restricting to have to frame every case around Sam & Max being purposely sent somewhere. And the world of this series is weird enough that you can pretty plausibly have stuff just happen around the two to get them involved naturally. And in both cases, it arguably makes the otherwise comedic story a little more personal than it would be if the Commissioner was constantly sending them on their way. It’s just more interesting to have stories arise from character motivations rather than point blank orders.

Plus, I think it works better with what each season is going for. Season Two derives a lot of its comedy from problematising Sam & Max’s role as both would-be agents of justice, and self centred causes of chaos. They get involved not because it’s their job, but simply because they ‘can’t think of a reason not to’. They stick their nose in any business that interests them and often cause as many problems as they solve. Heck, even though Satan and the Soda Poppers are the villains of 205, most of the characters you free from Hell (Santa, Grandpa Stinky, Timmy, the Elves, Bosco and Leonard) are all only there because of Sam & Max (at least in part). Season Two doubles down on Sam & Max as characters who are both the cause of, and solution to, most of the series’ problems. They’ll mess everything up out of blind selfishness, and they’re only really here to pass the time, but they will do the right thing eventually, and so we can still have our wacky, happy ending.

Season Three meanwhile, is a much more story focused entry, where the fate of the world is at stake multiple times. This game also incorporates the boys’ self centred adrenaline junkie life style, but in a different way. Here, because the stakes are higher, the two are forced out of their comfort zone, placed in real danger of losing each other, and, moreover, tasked with setting aside their own whims and actually being heroes for once. Even the final antagonist has a whole villain monologue berating Sam & Max for not taking things seriously enough. And while we’re obviously not supposed to take the Narrator’s words at face value, in that regard he kind of has a point. And this culminates in Max making a sacrifice play for the sake of the whole city, showcasing a selflessness Max was always capable of but that a lot of people wouldn’t expect. Hence this doubles down on the idea that the last game set up (albeit mostly as a vehicle for jokes). That even fun loving, jerkass goofballs like Sam & Max, can do the right thing when push comes to shove.

I don’t know if Telltale’s writers cut down on the Commisioner’s presence with the express intention of building up a character arc. In fact, they probably didn’t. Again, it was most likely done to free the writers up to make new scenarios rather than using the same formula as rigidly as they did in Season One. But I think it’s interesting to see the two results of downplaying this character. Season Two crafts a comedy of errors where our endearing but obnoxious anti heroes nearly screw up and ruin everything, before coming through at the last second and saving the day. Season Three tells a dramedy that pushes Sam & Max to actually be the heroes they’ve claimed they are all this time. It’s interesting how one minor tweak to the formula can yield two very different outcomes in different contexts.

#sam and max #sam and max beyond time and space #sam and max the devil's playhouse #sam and max spoilers #commissioner #formula breaks

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 3 years ago

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Island Side Stories (Pt. 1)

[Message in a Bottle]

Message in a Bottle: “How wondrous that this letter reached you! Its original copy is in the Cookie Kingdom. Each year, it travels around the Tropical Soda Archipelago, bringing luck and happiness...”

Message in a Bottle: “...upon the Cookie who was fortunate enough to receive it. You might think it is a joke but it is not. You are holding good luck and happiness in your hands.”

Message in a Bottle: “However, you must follow these simple rules to keep this luck and happiness with you.”

Message in a Bottle: “1. You must part with this letter withing* four days. Otherwise, this chain of luck and happiness will be broken.”

*actual text

Message in a Bottle: “2. You must pass this letter on to seven friends in need of luck and happiness. The number 7 is very important.”

Message in a Bottle: “3. You are allowed to copy the letter, but it must be well-readable. Please do not use fruit juice ink as the text may be easily smudged.”u

Message in a Bottle: “4. Do not reuse the same cork. Remember: water can be fatal for the paper!”

Message in a Bottle: “Pass on the luck and happiness, and you will prevent bad things from happening to you! So long!”

[Trembling Coconutian]

Familiar Music: Dum-DUM.

Trembling Coconutian: Wh-what do I do…? P-please just go away!

Trembling Coconutian: I think I lost my precious necklace earlier while diving… I have to go back down there!

Familiar Music: Dum-DUM-Dum-DUM!

Trembling Coconutian: EEK! It’s circling around even faster now! I just made it angrier…!

Trembling Coconutian: Wagh…! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there before…!

Trembling Coconutian: I didn’t want to hurt you…! So could you please let me go?

Familiar Music: Dum-DUM-Dum-DUM-Dum-DUM-Dum-DUM!!!

Trembling Coconutian: WAHHHHH!!!

[Coco Jack]

Coconutian: What are you thinking about now?

Durianian: Coco Jack… There’s something I didn’t tell you, Coco Jack…

Coconutian: Shh. It doesn’t matter. C’mon now, give me your hand.

Durianian: Oh, Coco Jack… Don’t let me go!

Coconutian: It’s alright. Go on, step up.

Coconutian: Now close your eyes. Do you trust me?

Durianian: I trust you…

Coconutian: Now open your eyes.

Durianian: I’m flying… Coco Jack!

Coconutian: Forget everything and give in to the wind and the waves. This is what freedom is like, flying like this together…!

[Durianeer in Distress]

Durianeer in Distress: ARGH! They think they can throw ME overboard with this... no-stink duck ring!? AND TWICE!?

Durianeer in Distress: That no-stink traitor... I coulda gotten both the boat and the treasures...! Maybe even a sweet stinky reward from Captain Stink-Eye...!

Durianeer in Distress: I coulda stolen that ship earlier! Failed like a greenie...

Durianeer in Distress: *Sob*... My treasure... My ship... *Sob sob*...

Duck Ring: *Squeak*

Durianeer in Distress: *Sob*... *Sniff*... ...This duck be comfortable at least...

Durianeer in Distress: Hey, wait, wait, wait! I be distress! S.O.S! ANYONE HEAR ME? HELP!

Duck Ring: ...

Duck Ring: *Squeak*

Durianeer in Distress: This rubber noise... Uhm... Sounds kinda ducky, kinda cute too...

Durianeer in Distress: No no no, hold on. I gotta get back on the ship! ANYONE, HALP! HALP!

Duck Ring: *Squeak* *Squeak*

[Coconutian Caught by a Giant Squid]

Narrator: Here we are standing witness to a most dramatic sigh: a Coconutian caught by a giant squid!

Caught Coconutian: AAHHHH!!! HALP!

Narrator: It may seem as if their life is in grave danger, but don’t you worry: giant squids oftentimes come to play together with Coconutians.

Narrator: The slipperiness of the Coconutians’ shells invokes the challenge instinct in the squids.

Narrator: With shells hard and resilient, they make perfect playing partners. Look at how happily that Coconutian is waving at us!

Narrator: The Coconutian bursts into the islander dance of excitement. Even the giant squid seems happy!

Caught Coconutian: SAVE MEEEEE! HALP!

#cookie run kingdom #cr dialogue #is that squid cookie i see.....

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spacegaywritings · 3 years ago

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“Snuggles” - Part Three of “Little Tales” (an age regression series)

General Audience

Little Roman, Little Remus

Summary: Ree and Ro are cuddly when smol. When Ree comes in, teary and short of words, Ro knows it is cuddle time for not just him but his best little bean too. They snuggle up and babble about nice things. Ro colours and Ree just clings to him while holding a little goblin plushie.

Tags: age regression, little roman, little remus, plushie, snuggles, tears, soft, cuddles, post-split, darkness, mentions of Janus and Virgil, mentions of other sides, mentions of bad relationships to Virgil, rat mention, tall things, night time, absolutely adorable littles being together. Mentions of patton, mentions of dark/light side split, past warmth

Please be mindful to not tag/ add any ships or shipping content - this is age regression and there are no relationships of any kind happening. Please respect that.

Previous parts: 1 // 2 // ao3 1 // ao3 2 // ao3 overview // masterlist

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Story under the cut (Wordcount: 2k)

It was dark when Remus slipped out of his bed.

Everything was so tall, so big. The little gently clutched his blanket. It was thin, soft. His favourite blanket. It was light grey and had little rats on it. They had different colours and were special and precious to him.

He patted the fabric, as if to pat his favourite rat friends. They all had names, they all had a story and a place in his heart.

He drew the fabric closer around him. It provided little warmth but it was as good as it would get for now. The smell was rough and rubbed his nose.

It was still dark. There was not a single source of light in his room. His bed was too big, too spacious and far away from the door or the window.. Remus looked around, black wrapping around his tired eyes.

Darkness was scary... and he felt too small and tiny to deal with it. He was just tiny and wanted snuggled.

And his little Harry Snuffles was missing, too!

“Mean..”, he mumbled to himself.

Remus had his blanket wrapped around himself, a bit like a cape. He held onto the light fabric and slowly stepped out of his room. His mind was hazy and somewhat light. It was hard to think but he had to pay attention where he set his foot on. His room was a chaotic mess and if he stepped on legos, he would cry on the spot. With calculated steps, routine-led feet guided him from his bed to the big door where he slowly pulled the door open.

Just a small peek... only for a bit, he told himself.

The little slowly tapped forward, steps soft, silent. He could hear Virgil’s music buzzing in the background. The dim purple lights illuminated the space under his door. Remus wanted to go to him but the emo was so mean when he felt tiny... Memories of their interactions flooded his mind and pulled his lips down. A small layer of liquid covered his eyes and Remus shook his head.

No, he would not go.

His eyes wandered over to the other doors in the dark hallway but he shook his head at them as well. There was no way he could go there. Remus took his blanket and quickly moved down the hall, putting as much distance between himself and the other doors around him.

Soon, the lights and voices were gone. No other sides were behind him. Instead, he crossed the intersection of hallways and turned to move into the direction of the only room to bring him comfort during these trying times.

He waddled forward and as he did so, he approached the big gate before him. It was already impressively tall but the closer he got, the more the gate revealed of its gargantuan nature. It hovered above his metaphysical butt.

Hehe, butt.

Remus hugged his blanket closer. He shook his messy hair. It was brown but a funny skunk-like strand started appearing in it. Janus had said it was because he was so stinky.

The little was not a stinky but he liked the word. Stinky, stinky, stinky. Stinki mans! He was a stinki boi!!

He giggled.

His small noises filled the room as much as his heart. The darkness of the hallways seemed to let go off him and he slowly pushed at the door to gain entrance. The big emblem, a red shield, parted into two halves. Remus sneaked through the little space between the two doors and shut it completely behind him. He tried his best to be as quiet as he could but it still made a muffled sound when closing.

The heavy stone plates clacked together because Remus was not only a stinki mans, he was also a stronk boi! He moved things!!

Once inside and having sealed the entrance, the little relished in the small victory. He had gotten here all by himself like a really tol boi and he was not hurt and did not make anyone angry. Also also!! Nobody was disturbed by him taking a walk around. Everyone was still napping hard. Remus giggled to himself again.

Pride welled up inside of them and he carefully made his way forward, his grip on the blanket softer than before. It was a holding more than a gripping or even clutching. He loosely kept the blanket around him for the warmth and comfort.

It was only now that Remus took the time to look around and take in all in.

Compared to his dark, chaotic room, this one welcomed him with open arms. There was a warmth in the caring hug whenever he set foot on the light side territory. Roman’s room was right at the edge of it.

The little followed the strings of fairy lights hanging from the sides of the room. It was the perfect system to lead him over to what and whom he was there for.

The sound of his steps were loyally muffled by the rugs underneath. They smelled clean and warm. Remus stood for a moment, simply curling and uncurling his toes. His feet shifted a bit and he walked on the spot, just rubbing his feet into the soft little nubs underneath him.

The rug was red. Red like his former self had been, too.

Another layer of hot tears build up in his eyes and Remus sniffled silently, sinking into the rug. He had not even reached the bed he had came for. The little hugged his blanket, burying his head in it.

“Stinki..”, he mumbled into his fabric. It did not smell warm, it was rather harsh and lacked any kind of hugs.

He rubbed his nose into it and whined at the missing warmth in his heart.

“Ree....?”

A tiny voice arose from the dimly lit room. Shuffling and rustling happened. It came from the bed and Remus clenched his teeth together, his jaw somewhat hardening.

“U got my stuffy!”

He turned to Roro, tears in his eyes and blanket bundled up in his arms. In his sniffling frenzy, he had started pulling it together as if to make it into a companion for hugs, a companion for who was meant to be next to him.

He sniffed once more, a pouting look on his face as he turned to the sleepy Roro. He was in his room, so it was not a surprise to see him in here.

“Giv it back.”

Remus stepped closer, rubbing the tears out of his eyes. Roman shifted in bed and patted the space next to him.

“Ree...”

He whispered, the words almost lost between them. The distance separating them was spatially just about a foot but metaphorically marked by a whole border.

“Mn... Nu, I wan my lil fren back.. Wan my Snuffles back!”

Roman tilted his head and sobbed a bit.

“Awaw.. I - I wan my Ree back..”

The addressed little cried and climbed in, holding his blanket dear.

“Gimme Snuffles n I gib u cuddles.”

Roman looked at him, eyes innocent and face soft. He shrugged and done in to hug his Ree and hold him close.

“Snuffles..”

He pointed at his lap, softly pulling the blanket away. It was a warm white with golden symbols all over. The fabric seemed to be cotton. It felt cold but warm and questionably comfortable.

Ree saw his fren with his fren and slowly reached out for it. Instead of reaching for it, he took Roro’s hand and squeezed it.

“Fren.. Frens hug n snuggle for hapy feels!”

Happy tears rolled over his cheeks and Roro nodded, squeezing his hand back. He shifted closer to his Ree and hugged him closer. He inhaled the harsher smells he had missed, he bathed himself in the lovely chaos and the comfort of unlimited creative frenzy.

They hugged, feeling whole at once.

Ro nudged the other and patted the space next to him. Ree took the hint and they laid down together. The light side nudged the stuffie over and pouted a bit. Ree felt his little stinki toi return and he held Harry Snuffles close. It was a green cyclops with a big big club in his hand.

The plushie was returned to his arms and Ree gently cradled him close. He sniffled, hugging his plushie against his face to dry his tears. Ro drew blankets around them and curled up with Ree. They had a next of warm and cuddly blankets. His bed had veils covering him from the world. The perfect addition when he got smol and wanted to hide and snuggle a bit.

He conjured up another blankie and used it mark the sides of his bed with more warmth and comfort.

Ree looked up at him, a soft smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Roro, holding him close. Harry Snuffles was between them and rested in their shared embrace. The littles looked at one another after a while and giggled a bit.

“Share!”, Ree demanded and Roro happily giggled, excited squeaks coming from his side.

Roro shook his light head and patted his equal ever so gently.

“We share? Share share!!”

Another bout of energy hit him and the light side bounced on his shared bed. It was so big, but with Ree in it, it was just big enough for the two! Ro moved and grabbed his white blanket. It was big but soon covered their legs, then their upper bodies and even the pretty cyclops between their chests.

“Shar’n s.. s gud.. s car’n”, Roro philosophised.

Ree nodded sagely and snuggled up under the blanket until his face could barely be seen. His eyes and the light strand peeked out from under the white fabric but other than that, he was covered up. Roro pulled a set of pillows close and giggled as he patted one of them.

“Wawamewons!”

Ree looked at it and curled up, poking it a bit.

“Hihi.. wawawemons”, Ree chuckled under his breath. Ro’s voice dissolved into another set of giggles and he carefully drew Ree closer.

“Siwwy!”

Ree giggled, nodding.

Little tears built up at the corner of his eyes and he grinned at his Roro, enjoying the fruits all over the pillow. Ree curiously tugged it closer until it was between them. His hands moved to place the cyclop’s head on the pillow as if Harry Snuffles was to sleep.

“Hawwy gets scawwy! Needs lotsa lotsa snugs!”

DEmonstratively, he placed his arms around the stuffie and Roro did as told, holding Ree and the pillow-Snuffles combination.

“We.. we snug.. n .. n we hug”, he mumbled, speech slurred.

To enforce his point, Ro nodded weakly. It was barely visible and Ree felt the same. His body felt heavy with the warm and heavy blankie on them. Roro holding him was nice and the smell made his eyes flutter shut and then make them too heavy to stay open!

He blabbered a bit.

“Mwen, mwean,, eys... he-heb,,hebby,,-”

His speech was just as unclear as Roro’s but that was because the little was fighting every bit of sleepy whims. His eye lids shot up for a moment but immediately fell back to sleep and when he tried to kick his legs to annoy the other or move the blankie, his limbs were too heavy to be moved.

He fought his eyes open one more time, catching a last glimpse of Roro holding him close and the watermelon pillow between them where Mister Snuffles was located on.

Before him was the comfort and the warmth he missed ever since the split.

“Mw..k..kin..”, he started but he fell asleep before he could say any more. His hands were around Roro and another one rested on Snuffle’s upper arm.

His mind was foggy, thoughts lame as the overwhelming tiredness lulled him back to sleep with tempting dreams and memories of being whole.

He sighed in his sleep, sleepy head letting go off his grip on the reality that was the mindscape.

In a few hours, he could wake up again and be the stinki mans Janus saw in him.. but until then, he would be with Roro and snuggle and feel loved like when Patton used to when he made him his rat blankie.

He sniffled.

It was good to be back.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #Age Regression #agere sides #little remus #roman sanders #remus sanders #little tales series #joey writes

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ficbrish · 3 years ago

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Weekend Chapter 6

“Hey! There's Two Porns in this One! ” [AO3]

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Tags: During Canon, Mass Effect 2, Post-Horizon (Mass Effect), Pre-Suicide Mission (Mass Effect), Biotic Shepard (Mass Effect), Colonist (Mass Effect), War Hero (Mass Effect), Sentinel (Mass Effect), Paragade (Mass Effect), POV Alternating, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Some Humor, Reunion Sex, Dom Kaidan Alenko, Light Dom/sub, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Misuse of Biotics, Rough Sex, Kissing, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Shower Sex, Choking, Dorks in Love, I Will Go Down With This Ship

[[TW/CW: Alcohol, inebriated people]]

[Previous Chapter]

[All Chapters]

Kaidan was waking up next to her a second time.

He buried his face in her hair by the back of her neck, and inhaled deeply. Shepard smelled the same. He’d tried so hard to never forget it, but the memory faded as things do. It made him so happy to feel his senses scream recognition at her scent.

The movement woke her up. With a big yawn and a stretch, she asked, “Are you smelling me, creep?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, and bit her earlobe gently, smiling.

Shepard laughed delightedly. She turned around and met him with a sparkle in her sleepy eyes, taking her ear away from the slight grip of his teeth.

“Hey now,” she said, “I just woke up.”

“Good morning,” Kaidan greeted.

“That’s better, but did I tell you to stop?”

He grinned more than he already was and buried his face between her breasts. Shepard wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tight.

“Good morning to you too,” she said with some amusement. Holy shit, he was so hard.

“Not yet, Shepard,” he said, stealing her line, “I just woke up.”

She laughed and he kissed her.

“Ew, I have morning breath,” she said, still laughing.

“Then brush your teeth, stinky.”

Shepard swatted at him ineffectually, like a little cat. Kaidan caught her wrist as it flew towards him and pinned it over her head. She watched his bare chest rise and fall as he breathed on top of her. She could see his heart beating under his skin.

“Get up, Shepard.”

“Then get off me!” she giggled.

“If you insist.”

“I don’t, but you can make up for it.”

Kaidan gave her a mischievous look, “Oh, that’s a promise.”

They lingered in the bed a little longer, then took turns in the bathroom and brushed their teeth together. It was their old, new routine from those last few weeks on the SR-1. It felt so good to fall into again.

As they stood squished together by the sink, Kaidan grinned over his toothbrush. She brushed her teeth like she was in a competition. Everything she did, she did furiously.

Shepard caught him staring at her in the mirror and asked, “Wha?” with her mouth full.

He shook his head, chuckling, and gave her booty a little tap.

After they spit, rinsed, and flossed, Kaidan wiped down the sink and the mirror, which she always got dirty somehow.

Shepard smirked at that. He was always so meticulous. In fact, everything around them was spotless. His bathroom felt like something for show rather than living.

“Think you missed a spot,” Shepard teased.

“Where?” he asked, taking her seriously.

“Kaidan," she laughed, "I’m fucking with you. How about we get in the shower? You can clean me off instead.”

He shrugged, wiping away, “Dad was in the Alliance, I went into the Alliance. Neat tends to be encouraged. Plus, Mom is Japanese and Dad, Russian-Ukrainian. I was doomed to be spotless.”

“Those things don’t mean anything anymore. Especially not after First Contact.”

“Well, they meant something to our parents, and everyone before them. Some of it has got to stick around, especially when all the systematic shit is still there. Culture’s gotta be stronger, right?”

Shepard smirked, “My parents were Irish, Korean, and Cuban… What does that make me?”

“I don’t know," he chuckled, "Global? Uh... White-passing?”

“Ha…ha…” she replied dryly. She wanted to come up with something clever about his being way more White-passing than she was, or how he'd jumped from ethnicity to race, but her thoughts always muddled when she mentioned her parents. Shepard's relationship with them had improved upon their deaths.

“Both my cultures take their shoes off, we’re neat,” Kaidan continued, paying too much attention to the smudges to catch her mood shift, “I don’t know what those three make you.”

“Me.”

“Then it’s the best culture clash to ever land on a family,” he said, kissing her forehead. The feeling of his lips pressed between her eyes melted the chill running through her.

“Yeah, well you’re from Vancouver and I’m from Mindior. So, we’re actually none of those things.”

“That’s right,” Kaidan remembered, folding the rag and putting it away, “You’re an extra-terrestrial.”

“Yeah?” Shepard asked, crossing her arms in amusement, “And what would your parents think about that? The scandal!”

“They’d love you as much as I—,” Kaidan cleared his throat, “Let’s get in the shower, Shepard.”

He tripped over his words and turned quickly to start the water. She watched him blush and refuse to meet her face.

“You should look at me,” Shepard suggested.

He turned to her.

She started to lift the shirt she wore over her head. It fit her like a sack, and pulling it up showed how small she actually was underneath. Its bottom hem climbed over the ends of her thighs, revealing curves as well as skin. It crawled along the slope of her hips and dipped into her waist. Then, grazed along the hard muscles of her stomach until her breasts peaked out; their roundness showed first, then her nipples.

He looked longingly at her exposed throat as she pulled the shirt over her head.

“Water’s warm,” Shepard purred, stepping into the shower. The vapor slipped around her form.

Kaidan swallowed and went to fit himself around her in the tight space.

“These things were only really made for one,” he stated once inside.

They began to kiss and grope each other. They couldn’t help it.

Kaidan paused to cradle her face in his hands.

“I’m terrified by how much I need this,” he admitted.

Shepard wrapped her arms around his neck, and nestled her nose against his.

“That’s the one thing I’m not terrified of, and that’s not like me,” she said, deep into his amber eyes.

He kissed her gratefully. Then he bit her lower lip and lightly licked the top one before putting his tongue in her mouth. Kaidan felt her moan, and when he groaned in response, she shivered.

She moved her hands to his ass and caressed it.

“Oh, fuck, I love this,” Shepard said.

“Not as much as I love yours.”

Kaidan moved his hands up her thighs and cupped her bottom. He gave it a feral squeeze and buried his face in her throat.

Shepard shuddered, “Fuck…”

The water danced down their skin as they tore at each other. She felt it slip down her thighs as Kaidan’s hands worked their way between them. The water was warm, his fingers warmer.

He played with her folds and she moved eagerly to meet his touch. Kaidan could feel her mouth travel along his neck as she wrapped her hand around his aching tip. She stroked him exactly the way he’d shown her two years ago.

He moaned and it was half a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“You remembered.”

“So did you.”

The water soaked them as they touched each other, making everything more slippery. Wet heat played on untouched skin, smaller sensations sparking around the louder ones brought by caresses. Their hunger grew into something ravenous under the falling pressure.

Suddenly, Kaidan took her hand and held it away. She looked at him questioningly and he answered, “I wanna try something with you, Shepard.”

She responded with a willing, curious brow. He wiggled his fingers in front of their faces. Then snapped his thumb, and a biotic glow, glove-like, spread over his hand. As he held it under the water, drops gathered in his palm. Shepard watched as he shaped the puddle into a thick, pressurized stream.

Her eyes grew wide. She nodded enthusiastically.

“Please, god yes,” she pleaded, throwing her arms around his neck and falling into him.

He picked her up, lifting her hard against the wet wall with his free arm. Then he moved his biotic trick between her legs.

She yelped as intense pressure met her sensitivity. He readjusted her between his supporting arm and the wall to get a better handle. Shepard grabbed his wrist and directed the flow where she needed it.

He observed her closely, watching and feeling as her core spasmed. Her muscles contracted, released, and shook. Shepard’s voice was in his ear, her breath pounding on his neck. She wasn’t loud, but everything was amplified with her so close. He held her carefully, keeping her steady as she shook and collapsed on herself as if sobbing. Her gasping became as rapid and uneven as the tension dancing through her. He loved seeing her reduced to reaction and reflex.

Shepard sunk her fingers deep into his back, twitching and huffing.

“That’s right, Shepard,” Kaidan said, “Cum for me.”

He watched her and held her, feeling the tremors pass through her body. He waited for them to stop. They got smaller and shorter until she was just trembling.

“That’s it,” he said.

Shepard climbed out of his embrace with shaking legs.

“Wow,” she said, water dripping down her face.

“I know,” he responded confidently.

“That’s new.”

“I’ve improved since I last saw you, Shepard.”

“Apparently!”

“You’ve been gone," he shrugged, "A lot of time to practice.”

“How can I thank you, Commander?” She couldn't get over the novelty of calling him by that rank.

He took her hand and groped himself with it. Shepard felt a throbbing pulse run through his cock. He tried to suppress it, but she noticed his shiver all the same.

“That’s Staff Commander,” he corrected.

“That’s right. You top me! Any requests?”

“I want you to put it in your mouth and take all of it,” he said, ignoring her lame joke.

“It’s a lot to take, but aye aye!” she agreed, smirking and dropping to her knees.

Shepard grabbed it with both hands before indulgently engulfing him between her lips. She let out a low moan like he was delicious. Her mouth was warm and soaking, especially with the extra water falling into her mouth. Kaidan almost lost control when he hit the back of her throat, her tongue stroking him as she took him.

“Wait, I’m gonna… Stop,” he said, pulling himself away. Shepard looked up and watched Kaidan squirm from halting at the peak.

His lips twitched as he spoke. “I have another idea,” he suggested.

“I love your ideas.”

“You know how I mentioned my biotics getting better?” he asked, helping her to her feet.

She nodded.

“Okay, so… I can, uh, connect our nervous systems. If you want.”

“Let’s do it! And maybe I can help—Kaidan, I can reave now!”

“You can reave?!”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically, “My biotics have also improved.”

“I gotta catch up,” he said, shaking his head.

He stepped in as close as he could, then hesitated.

“You’re not gonna reave me, are you?”

“Kaidan, no! I just meant my biotics are good with nervous sys—and you were joking. Got it.”

“Put your forehead against mine,” he said, smirking.

As they got into position, Shepard commented, “It’s like we’re Asari.”

“Similar concept, but completely different,” he took her face in both of his hands, “Now relax, concentrate, and reach out to me. I’ll reach out to you.”

They closed their eyes. Kaidan pressed his forehead against hers.

“Just feel me and I’ll feel you,” he instructed.

Shepard was familiar with the Asari joining, so she knew exactly how to let go. She felt an energy pulling on hers, reaching and wrapping like a tentacle or a cat’s tail. This time, instead of giving into it completely, she met it, entwining her own strand with his. They each squeezed and tugged, falling deeper into the nerve-endings of the other.

“This is crazy,” she said, feeling his sensations like a whisper through her own nerves. They weren’t as loud or clear as hers, but they were there. She felt the water pelt his back like it was an echo of the drops that bounced off hers.

“I can feel you too, and I can feel you feel me.”

“I know, me too,” Shepard said.

“Can we try the water thing?” Kaidan asked.

“Hell yeah!” she consented.

Shepard could feel Kaidan’s excitement grow as he repeated his trick. She felt the flare in his biotics and lent him some of her power to ease his burden.

“Thanks, Shepard.”

“We make a good team.”

“Let’s see just how good,” he said, then moved his hand between her legs.

Holy… shit.

This time Kaidan could feel it too, and she could feel him feel it.

It was a tingling, and a lightness meeting a heaviness.

Her hands pulled his hair, as he didn’t need their guidance; Kaidan placed the stream where it felt best. She was still a bit sensitive from before, but pleasure cut right through any overstimulation. He could feel that too, but only through her, and the novelty of it was exciting.

“More!" Shepard panted, "I want you in me.”

He obliged with his other hand. Again, Kaidan knew exactly how to fill her because he could feel everything she wanted. And Shepard could sense the overwhelming need he held at bay, the feeling in his cock as it throbbed between them. It amplified her own experience.

Kaidan could feel how his grunting make her heart leap and blood pump, sending a rush through her, and it flowed through him too. She didn’t need to verbalize what she wanted next, he knew and wanted it more.

“Beg me, Shepard.”

“Please,” she started, but the pumping of his fingers snatched her voice.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Give me your dick. I want it.”

“Do you?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Say it again.”

“I need you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please, Kaidan. I need you. I need you, Kaidan.”

“Show me. Cum.”

He felt it build, squeeze, and release. They both trembled as the feeling boiled and possessed them. A loud, livid numb.

“I want to be inside you, Shepard.”

“Do it.”

He turned her around and thrust himself deep inside her as they both descended from her peak.

His forehead was pressed against the back of her head to maintain the connection; his breathing crashed into the crook of her neck.

Shepard could feel Kaidan overcome by her tightness as she herself moaned from the way his thickness stretched her. The final ebbing of her orgasm gripped him. He held himself back, and she felt him shudder away from the edge.

“I’m not done with you,” he explained.

She could feel the end of his shaft rub against her ass as he pumped in and out, his skin against her cheeks. Kaidan’s hands groped her breasts, and he felt their delicious, bright hint of pain as he tugged at them.

He went deeper and harder, experiencing her desire for more. She was so hungry to feel everything.

Nothing else existed. He hit the spot over and over.

Release struck like a bolt. Weightlessness and belonging. Gripping pressure. Body taking over mind, and the soul spilling out.

They’d come together so many times before, but not like this. They each felt their own along with the other’s, building into something entirely new and shared. Shepard flowing into Kaidan, and Kaidan flowing into Shepard, as every nerve exploded and screamed. One being, unable to individualize the experience.

As it ceased, they returned to themselves, breaking the connection.

“Wow,” Shepard said, shakily.

Kaidan held her, catching his breath. He was reeling.

“That’s my line,” he finally said. Then he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

Kaidan nodded. They were both exhausted from the effort of their biotics.

Standing there, still under the water, he suddenly felt drenched.

“Let’s wash off, Shepard,” he suggested.

He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some into his palm, “Come here.”

She positioned herself in front of him, and he worked his hands through her hair. They were strong and gentle. Shepard closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She’d forgotten she could feel this feeling of peace. Water built up under her eyelids, and she was grateful the faucet would mask any overflow.

He took the time to really scrub her all over before rinsing her hair. Everything he did was so thorough. It was one of the reasons she admired him so much. He combed his fingers languidly from scalp to tip, over and over, as she held her head out of the way of the water. Once he was satisfied, he repeated the massage with conditioner.

Kaidan would have given anything to see her always this relaxed. Her face looked like it had never seen stress. The only tension was a slight smile in the curve of her lips. It made him so happy.

“Let me do yours now,” Shepard said with a sudsy head.

She got on her toes to shampoo his hair, and he bent his knees.

“You know,” Kaidan said, “I could get used to this.” His voice bounced between her breasts. They were pressed against his face in this position.

Shepard smiled and brought his face back up to meet hers, “I want that. I want you to get used to this, I want me get used to this—I want us both to get so used to this that it becomes something we have to worry about taking for granted.”

The way he was looking at her was so distracting.

“I’d like that,” he said.

When they finished with each other’s hair, they took turns washing each other’s bodies.

Shepard was grateful for the privacy of her own feelings again. Kaidan made her feel so taken care of that it brought a lump to her throat. He touched every inch of her skin. She hoped she could make him feel just as adored. She tried to be as tender with him as he was with her.

She’d touched his chest so many times before, but never like this, so completely. Shepard could see his body in her mind’s eye clearer than her own, but she really got to know it as she washed him. She covered his back with kisses before scrubbing away the night.

“Careful, now,” he warned when she got between his legs, “They’re sensitive. It’s been a day.”

“I wish every day was like this one,” Shepard admitted, cleaning him gently and thoroughly.

“Me too,” he said.

Their voices were affectionate and mournful.

* * * * * *

The things that had kept them up the night before (Shepard’s shameful little secret, and whatever nightmare was waiting for Kaidan in his datapad) were forgotten. Hours passed, minutes to their blissful stupor. And somehow, they managed to eat up the day.

They were spread across his bed, holding each other. Both were wearing the same black Alliance undershirts from his uniform, and his underwear.

“You keep doing that,” Shepard accused happily.

“Doing what?”

“Moving hair out of my face.”

“It keeps getting in your eyes. Hey, don’t you go rolling them at me.”

“If I don’t roll them, they’ll fall out. It’s a medical condition.”

He laughed, “Yeah, what’s it called?”

“Eye… Eye-rollingtons Syndrome.”

“That’s so lame!”

“Hey, I’m not lame! I’m Commander Shepard.”

They both broke into laughter.

“What does that even mean?” he asked breathless.

“I’m cool as fuck, deal with it.”

“I’m not arguing with that. I—”

The sphere that Liara had left with Shepard began to make a strange noise. They looked at each other with panic in their eyes.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” she answered in a small voice.

Her body felt heavy when she left the bed and crawled over to the shelf it sat on. When she picked it up, a hologram popped up with Liara’s face.

“Shepard!” she called out.

“Hey,” Shepard answered as her voice caught in her throat. She cleared it, “Hey there.”

“We’re on our way over to get you, and I thought you ought to know.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Shepard.”

“Yeah!” someone shouted on Liara’s end.

“Who’s there with you?”

“It’s us!” Tali, the voice from before, squealed as she came into view.

“I needed more hands on tech, so I asked Tali to come over. She brought Garrus, and practically a whole bar too,” Liara explained.

“What’s good, Shepard?!” Garrus called out from somewhere.

“There’s something irresponsible about how much alcohol your ‘Illusive Man’ provides you all with,” said Liara disapprovingly.

“Wait... Did you just say ‘all hands on tech’?” asked Kasumi, sliding into the holo.

“Yes,” Liara answered. “Wait. Why are you laughing?”

“Kasumi?” Shepard asked, “No offense, but what are you doing there?”

“Uh, tech expert!” Kasumi said, “I am offended, Shepard.”

“She snuck over with us, all invisible," Tali chimed in, slurring, "But we let her stay.”

“She volunteered as designated driver,” Liara explained, just a bit too loudly.

“I live in a bar. It’s not like I can’t have a drink afterwards,” Kasumi shrugged.

“How many times did you *hic* did you cum, Shepard?” Tali asked, weaving in and out of the holo-frame.

“Hi, Tali,” Kaidan called out, waving and leaning into view.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”

They all screamed and ran around; it made the holo blur. The image settled with their eventual stillness.

“I honestly do not know what you mean by that, Tali,” Shepard threatened, biting each word.

“I meeean—“ she started, but Garrus came up behind her and put a hand over her mouth to stop her.

“It’s uh, nice to see you all,” Kaidan said.

“Good to see you too, Kaidan,” Liara agreed.

Shepard reached for his hand below the view of the holo.

“Come back with us!” Tali cheerfully shouted.

Shepard planted her face in her other hand, which was still holding the device.

"Are you okay?" Kaidan asked, examining her head with real concern.

"I'm fine."

“Tali!” Liara reprimanded.

“What? We’re all thinking it,” Garrus said.

“OKAY!” Liara shouted over him, “We all just wanted to let you know that we’ll be there in a few hours. Be ready. We don’t want Cerberus to know where you are, and the fake feeds are getting harder to maintain.”

“Got it,” Shepard said.

The holo disappeared and left the room empty. Silent.

Kaidan squeezed her hand and looked at Shepard. Her face was tense and her eyes were lost.

“Let’s sit down, and… and enjoy what we have left,” he suggested.

She nodded, and he led her back to their sanctuary. They sat up on his bed against the headboard, leaning into each other.

“Ever notice how Liara seems more sober the more she drinks?” Shepard asked to break the stagnation.

“I’ve never seen Liara drunk.”

“Trust me, you just did.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Oh, yeah. Big time.”

They couldn’t think of anything else to say, and the heaviness sat back over them.

All they could do was look at each other.

Kaidan was just a man. Adorable and stunning to her, but his face was really just a face. He wasn’t special, but he was everything special. He was just a person, but he was her entire world too. Kaidan was who she couldn’t lose. He was who she was fighting for. She’d go to the Collectors just so he could live another day.

And Shepard would fight to survive, just to see him another day. She'd always felt that way.

He was so still, so serious, as he looked into her face. Then he leapt to action, his hand on her neck and his mouth on her ear.

“I want you, Shepard.”

Kaidan shifted himself on top of her, straddling her. His nibbling lingered on her ear, then her neck. She gripped his back, desperate to feel him forever.

He took one of her hands in his, still holding her neck lightly with the other, and guided it along her stomach. He trailed it down until he wet her fingers between her legs. He brought them back up, soaked, and put them in her mouth. Then he kissed her, sucking the fingers on her tongue while adding pressure to her neck.

Shepard touched along his chest, mesmerized and desperate to remember everything exactly, like a Drell.

“Fuck me, Kaidan,” she begged.

He stood and lifted her up. Then he took her against the wall, kissing her as he entered her.

“We’re on the wall again?” Shepard asked, breaking away from his lips.

“You don’t want that?” he asked.

“I really like it, don’t get me wrong, we jus—”

He pulled himself out of her and threw her back on the bed. He flipped her over on her stomach, and bent her over. Then he put his face between her legs and ate it from the back.

Shepard cried out.

“Is this better, Shepard?” he asked.

“Yes, don’t stop! Get ba…aaa..aah”

Kaidan ate it like poetry.

Still deeply satisfied from before, it took her a while to cum, but he kept at it until she did. He loved the way she rubbed herself hard against his face, and how she stopped when she surrendered to the feeling.

Kaidan turned her over and climbed on top while she was still in the mist of it. Shepard wrestled him as he tried to thrust inside her, rolling him over. She straddled him and sat down hard, moaning as he tore into her.

The helplessness on his face voraciously aroused her as she rode him. Up and down, taking all of him. If she could just fuck him hard enough, maybe time would stop.

Kaidan let her cum a few times before getting back on top. He positioned them face-to-face, moving slow and close. His arm hooked in the crook of her knee, holding her leg up against her torso.

They finished together on his slow stroke, eye-to-eye, watching each other climax.

Time didn’t stop, but this wasn’t a bad way to spend it.

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woundedheartwithin · 3 years ago

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“Did you see the size of that Mongol?” Ryuzo says, breathing hard, and turns to look at Jin with wide eyes that shine for the first time since he’d found the ronin in Kishi Grasslands. “That’s where all our food went!” Jin chuckles and shakes his head, then turns and waves a hand.

“Come on. Let's get your men something to eat.” He replies, and they return to the deckhouse to begin gathering supplies.

“You know how to sail this thing? Would be easier to just take the whole ship in.” Ryuzo comments idly as he moves about the cabin, and Jin hums.

“I might be able to figure it out.” He murmurs thoughtfully. “Have to look at it.”

“Wow, look at this.” Ryuzo says then, poking his head around the bulkhead and beckoning him. “What luxury. Maybe the Mongols have the right idea.”

“Very funny.” Jin growls, then moves to see what he is pointing at. It’s a bed. A plush one covered in fur and warm woven fabric, overstuffed with some cotton-like fur that pokes out of the seams. “Though you are right. That is a very comfortable looking bed.”

“Mm-hmm.” The ronin hums, stepping up to it and tentatively reaching out to touch it, as though it might bite him. “Oh wow.” He says, then turns and sits on it. “Come here.” He beckons him again, then takes off his hat and flops backward with a low groan. “Gods, this beats lying on a straw mat on the fucking ground by a long shot.”

“Of course it does.” Jin laughs, sitting next to him.

“Could fall asleep just like this. Sleep for a year and never wanna leave.” Ryuzo sighs. Then he scoots further up the bed, turning so that he can put his head on the pillow and his feet in Jin’s lap.

“Ugh, get your stinky feet off me.” Jin growls, but doesn’t move to push them off. Ryuzo grins at him.

“Come lay beside me, then. There’s room.” He teases, and Jin rolls his eyes as Ryuzo scoots over and pats the space he’s created between himself and the bulkhead.

“We’re not children anymore, you know.” Jin huffs, but carefully lies down beside his old friend anyway, pressing their shoulders together and turning his head to grin at the other man. Ryuzo grins back, then lets out a contented sigh and looks up at the overhead.

“Maybe not.” He rumbles quietly, still smiling. “But it’s nice to pretend, isn’t it?”

“Remember that hunting trip my uncle took us on? We were, what? 15? 16?” Jin chuckles.

“Yes, I remember. Woke up with you clinging to me like your life depended on it.” Ryuzo laughs. “And then I tried to free myself and you nearly crushed me.”

“That’s when you gave me lice, too.”

“Oh, shut the hell up.”

They look at each other again, laughing, and Jin feels something warm and familiar swell in his chest. It’s the same feeling he always gets when he returns to Omi from Castle Kaneda, and when he watches Yuriko bustle around the estate. It’s how he’d felt when his mother would ask him to sit in front of her so that she could brush his hair, and how he’d felt when his father had helped him into the saddle the first time he’d ridden a real horse instead of just a pony, smiling softly up at him as he’d straightened his back and gathered the reins. It’s how he’d felt the first time he’d met Ryuzo, and each time he’d greeted him after, and it’s how he’d felt when he and Ryuzo would sit atop Castle Shimura in the dead of night and gaze at the stars, talking about everything and nothing at once. And yes, it’s how he’d felt that night on the hunting trip, when he’d wrapped himself around the other boy and had never wanted to let go.

Warm. Comfortable. Longing. Like coming home after being away for far, far too long.

Read the rest here on AO3!!

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chowtrolls · 3 years ago

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also Electric Guitar

ew they're stinky and smelly.

Send me a ship + 'Ship Questions' and let me develop them on the fly for us its good fun i prommy!!!

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

They grew up together! Because Bruuno/Leo technically lived in a "colony" of seadwellers, its safe to say Anguil was nearby and the two became close.

What was their first impression of each other?

They were children.....bruuno being like "oh hes blue!" and anguil being like "oh hes pink!' and then they were best fwends.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

MegaDad LOVES anguil so much. Boe likes him less. Leo is neutral towards Anguil.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

I think thats a silly question cos they were children........i dont think it was ever like a "he did first" situation? more like. they wanted to be moirails as little toddlers, and it ended up working out, they grew up together and as they grew up, their love for each other grew as well.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Absolutely not. Bruuno did, at one point, ditch Anguil, but that was because Bubble was threatening him

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Anguil would believe it 100%. Bruuno does not believe he has a soulmate. He believes IN them, but believes HE solely does not have one.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Both dead probably? Anguil most definitely dead. bruuno wouldve been very different overall.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

I 100% believe one day they were like playing mario kart and anguil was like "hey do u wanna be my rail" and bruuno was like "if u can beat me in rainbow road sure" and then he did.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

Nope!

What was their first kiss like?

Awkward! Every bit as awkward as dorky pre-teen kids kisses would be.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Each other's first everything! Relationship, kiss, time, etc.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Anguil is 5'6 :)ccc Bruuno is 8'4 :)ccc they're....roughly similar ages......bruuno may be slightly older

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Mutual respect, for the most part!

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Bruuno! He's the fuchsia after all

Who gets jealous easier?

Neither, they're both trusting

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Hmmm depends on the moment, probably bruuno.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Hmmm......Anguil

What are their primary love languages?

Anguil: physical touch, Bruuno: quality time + touch

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

They do so often, equally, to make each other laugh

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Occasionally! Cuddle often, PDA is a risk if bruuno's feeling paranoid

Who initiates kisses?

Anguil probably does so more

Who’s the big and little spoon?

bruuno hold his liddol blue bf

What are their favorite things to do together?

video gaymes.....gettin stoned......movies.......being idiots

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Bruuno is good at comforting Anguil! Anguil is as well but that's really dependent on if Bruuno LETS him

Who’s more protective?

bruuno.....

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical! Bruuno does like compliments in the sheets tho ;)c

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

they........have a veri small playlist

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Bru calls him blueberry......other blue food puns.......

Who remembers the little things?

i think they both do to a degree!

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

is pale marriage a thing?

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

it'd be dorky, drunken at 3am in troll las vegas

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

shiloh..........

Do they have any pets?

kenny................................................

Who’s the stricter parent?

neither.......they r both chill!

Who worries the most?

bruuno does occasionally! anguil has to tell him to breathe occasionally. they both want whats best for her, and more importantly they want to do good for her.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Kenny does, obvs.

How do they celebrate holidays?

usually a little late :')

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Anguil is 100%

Who’s the better cook?

Again, anguil :/

Who likes to dance?

they both like to dance 2gether.....bein dorky at 2am in ur pjs......

#ghost.ask #electric guitar #i burned out on this one but!!#fun still........

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gingerale2017 · 4 years ago

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Secrets

This is my first time writing only on Tumblr and writing Miraculous Ladybug but the idea came to me and I needed to write it quickly before it leaves so let me know what you think of it (the events from s4 didn’t happen for those who watched it)

Chat Noir/ Adrien and Marinette have been dating for two years. He told his identity to her but Marinette didn’t tell him. Now, she’s about to leave for Ney York and on the brink of stopping Hawkmoth, she decided to tell him the truth...

Marinette played with the umbrella flaps, something she always did when she thought about him. She still had the black umbrella he gave her from freshman year, and now it was senior year.

She had it when she was obsessed with that boy for months and would always smell it because she was a bit weird. She had it when Luka and her started to date. She had when she accidentally eavesdropped on Kagami progressing her love to him... And him feeling the same way back. She had it when she broke up with Luka and went into a depressive state. She had it when Chat Noir started to visit her balcony. She had it when he asked her out on a date in the middle of class. She had it when Chat Noir revealed his identity to her, turning out to be him, the boy she loved since he handed the umbrella to her.

Marinette remembered all of these things as she waited for Chat Noir to show up at her balcony. Or should she say, Adrien Agreste AKA: him. It's been two years since Adrien confided in Marinette with his identity, proclaiming that he couldn’t bear to keep it a secret from the woman he loved for a moment longer. She soon realized that neither could she.

The umbrella snapped open, startling her and she fell on the hard wooden floors. Marinette cursed herself for always being so clumsy.

“Marinette, Chat Noir is almost here, ” Pollen said, always invested in her love life. She flew out her balcony window once more to keep watch.

Tikki flew up to Marinette’s face, “I feel like you’re hiding something, ” the kwami concluded after starting her down.

“You’re right Tikki, today is the day. I’m going to tell Adrien my identity, ” she stood up and began to pick up things in her messy room.

Marinette knew Tikki was going to argue and prepared herself for a lecture, but Pollen saved her patience, “He’s here, Marinette! Everyone, inside the terrible living space.”

“You mean our home, ” said Wayzz.

“It's so crowded and dark in there, not a place for a queen to live.”

“Marinette, this isn’t a good idea. We let Chat Noir slide because he thought he was talking to Marinette, not Ladybug, and Ladybug found out, then that would be a liability to her identity. Your identity, ” Tikki argued before going inside the oval-shaped guardian box, “please reconsider.”

“I’m sorry Tikki, but I already made my decision. I don’t want to lie and love him at the same time, I want him to know the truth.”

“But what if he gets mad?”

“Then I will have to live with that. I-I just can’t live this anymore, ” Marinette took the kwami into her small hands, “Even if I fail, I know you will still be there for me.”

A knock came from the balcony door and she let go of Tikki, “good luck Marinette.”

Marinette blew a kiss and opened the door.

“Hey, purr-incess. You called?” Chat Noir said flirtatiously. She always thought when he flirted with her as Ladybug, her heart thumped of the adrenaline. But she realized that she was blinded by her love for Adrien and that she was slowly falling in love with the black cat. Well, at least they were the same person.

“Hey, kitty. I have to tell you something important. It will change everything between us, good or bad I don’t know. But something will change, ” Marinette stroked his chin with her knuckles and tried to hide how panicked she was.

“Could it be told through cuddles and warm croissants? If so, then I’m down, ” Chat Noir pecked her cheek and pushed her lightly, signifying that he wanted to come inside. She moved and sat on her bed.

Chat Noir threw an arm around her and kissed her cheek again, but not as rushed. But when he sat, she swore she saw him shiver.

“Are you cold? I could get a blanket-” she started but he pressed and finger to her lips.

“I’d rather have you warm me up. Besides, Plagg could use a break. Then I would be even colder, and have to snuggle into your warmth.”

“That’s your master plan. You could just ask.”

“Yeah, but what's the fun in that. Plagg, claws in, ” the kwami spun out of the destruction ring and landed in Marinettes lap.

“Hey, Mari. Got any cheese?” the stinky kwami asked.

“Check the kitchen downstairs.”

“Thanks! ” Plagg left Marinette and Adrien alone. She knew that this was her chance to tell him her secret.

“Hey, what's wrong, babe?” he asked, tilting his head. She looked into his green eyes, hoping she could find courage and comfort in there like she always had. But this time, it had to be her giving herself courage.

Marinette gulped painfully, squeezing her eyes shut. Adrian had always been there for her, even through her dark days after Luka. She was there for him when Kagami moved to Japan with her mother. They held each other through laughs and tears, through yells and screams. Marinette knew that she would always be there for him, no matter what. He had to feel the same way back, right?

“Adrien, Chat Noir, I’ve been hiding this from you and everybody for years. I always wanted to scream it from the Eiffel Tower and be done with it, ” she paused to take a deep breath. Adrian rubbed her back, concerned. She hated not telling him sooner, every agonizing second of pretending killed a tiny piece of heart and now she was sure that there was a big hole where happiness used to be. She thought that if she told him, that hole will slowly start to fill up.

“Adrien I-, I’m Ladybug, ” she wanted for a response but he froze. Marinette looked up, but his expression was unreadable.

Then a million years later, he let a simple, astonished “oh”.

Her brow furrowed, “what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked gently.

“Like oh, I wished you told me sooner, Marinette.”

“I wanted to, but-”

“It’s been two years. Two. We’ve been dating for two years. You knew my identity for two years. I put you and myself in danger for two years,” Adrien said, flipping his perfect golden hair with his hand. He didn’t ruin it though.

“You’re angry, ” she whispered. Oh no, this is exactly what she feared.

“Yes, Marinette, I am angry. You lied to me for two years.”

“I didn’t want to, but I had to, to keep my identity. Tikki thought it was best not to tell you. And now we are so close to tracking down Hawk Moth, I thought maybe I can tell you early. It hurts me not being able to tell you. You have no idea.”

“I was in love with Ladybug! You! I still am, a little bit, but then you came and changed my life forever. Now I love you. Then you're telling me that you are Ladybug. I-” he huffed and flopped on the bed. Marinette couldn't bring herself to say anything, “I’m half hoping that you’re playing a cruel joke on me.”

She looked up, “Tikki, come here for a second,”Tikki flew up to the bed and gave Marinette a sympathetic smile, “Do you get why I couldn’t tell you?”

Adrian nodded slowly. Then he sat upright so fast that Marinette flinched, “Plagg, claws out.”

“I wasn’t done eating my cheseeeee, ” the kwami wailed while being sucked into the ring.

“Where are you going, ” she asked.

“I think- I think I need some time to think, ” he chuckled as if he found something funny, “I would usually call Ladybug to talk to her, but I can’t do that now, can I?”

“I’m sorry Adrien, I wish I told you sooner.”

“Me too. Goodbye, M’lady, ” he said it so softly and heartbroken, Marinette almost broke down sobbing. She watched him leave, and she wondered if she’ll ever see him have her balcony again.

“I’m sorry, Chat.”

I don’t usually write angst so a lot of firsts here. Anyways I really ship adrienette so this kind of hurt me. Thanks for reading!

#ahhh #Please tell me I did good #I need feedback please #good or bad #mlb #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #angst

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daring-elm · 4 years ago

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Snake-Face

“Don’t Let Them See You Cry”

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Janus Sanders, Patton Sanders

Ships: Platonic Moceit

Genre: Kid!Fic Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Bullying; Crying

Word Count: 570

Janus learns that there are nice kids out there, too.

@badthingshappenbingo

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Janus pulled his knees to his chest, desperately trying to calm his breathing. He could still hear the insults thrown after him echoing in his head like the world’s cruelest chorus, chanting, “Snake-face snake-face snake-face,” until Janus wanted nothing more than to hide forever.

Ms. Evans wouldn’t even notice if he didn’t show up after recess. Janus was her least favourite; he knew he was her least favourite, because he looked weird and talked weird and couldn’t wait his turn and wasn’t as normal as everyone else. Sniffling softly, he wiped his nose on his sleeve. He couldn’t wait to go home.

The door to the boys’ restroom opened and Janus jumped, making himself even smaller on the toilet lid. If whoever-it-was caught him crying, it would only make everything worse.

“Hello?” the someone called. Janus didn’t recognize the voice, but he knew that he did not want to talk to them. He bit his lip in hope that it would stop the trembling.

Footsteps got closer, then stopped in front of the stall Janus was hiding in. Oh, he was so stupid—the fairy tale book on the floor must have given him away. Janus wanted to punch himself. Instead, he just bit his lip harder.

“My name’s Patton,” the someone said. Janus stared at Patton’s light blue sneakers under the door and tried his best to disappear. “I saw what the other kids were doing and I—”

“Go away,” Janus said, his voice shaking pathetically. He squeezed his eyes closed (the tears made it hard to see anyway) as if that would help him teleport away.

Patton plopped down, sitting criss-cross applesauce in front of the door. A huge hole in the knee of his jeans showed off a pink band-aid over a scratch that made Janus wince in sympathy. “I’m sorry they’re mean to you,” Patton said. “Are you okay?”

“Obviously,” Janus snapped. His lisp drew out the ‘s’ sounds in the word (like a snake, he thought bitterly) and Patton would make fun of him for it in three, two…

But Patton didn’t seem bothered. He played with his shoelaces absent-mindedly, asking, “Then why don’t you come out? It’s stinky in here.”

Janus could hear the grimace in his voice and almost wanted to laugh. “Go away,” he repeated instead, even though he really didn’t want Patton to.

“Only if you’re coming with me.” Patton stood up. “Come on, it’s so nice out! Who cares if the others are mean.”

“I care.” Just as Janus thought they were gone, the tears were back again; big, round tears that sat in his eyes and waited for him to give in and show Patton how much of a baby he was.

“Well, I don’t,” Patton said firmly. “Come on, I’ll be your knight, saving you from all the no-good villains out there!” He sounded like he was doing an impression of someone, but Janus couldn’t quite piece together who it was. “You can meet my friends—Roman likes fairy tales too! You’ll get along great.”

Janus hesitated, then slowly got up. Pins and needles filled his legs, and he gritted his teeth as he bent down to get his book. “...Okay.” He still felt a little sniffly, but he opened the door and anxiously returned Patton’s beaming smile. Patton held out his hand and as Janus took it, the mean chorus in the back of his mind finally faded away.

#janus sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #platonic moceit #hurt/comfort #fics #angst #bad things happen bingo #casey's oneshots #casey's writing #behold: my stuff #casey's notes #long post

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leaf-greener · 3 years ago

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Ok so I was rewatching TCW and I started out with the movie and honestly I’m only really a few minutes in and I am losing it over:

-That clone who gave R2 a head pat. -That clone who yelled charge and got immediatelyshot afterwards, that made me sad -That clone who punched a droid, and then fucking died. -The fact that DIRECTLY after that we see Cody WACK A DROID with his FULLY FUNCTIONAL BLASTER and then ROUNDHOUSE KICK ANOTHER ONE, AND THEN GO BACK TO SHOOTING MORE DROIDS

-Alright fuck it this is a live post now because I need to scream into the void and my friends don’t like Star Wars Fair warning, this is INSANELY long, and I’m doing this entirely for myself. I just don’t have anywhere else to put all my thoughts down freely and damn it I’m gonna put ALL of them down.

-Ashoka, I love you but please god. get actual clothes. armor??? maybe??? Just, ANYTHING BUT A TUBE TOP.

-Ok, so this movie looks pretty bad but I actually think the back grounds are really pretty.

-Tbh early Ashoka is like, really cute?? (In a “aw look at the kid“ way, which is funny considering I’m her age-) And if she’d wear some actual fucking clothes she’d have a really good design.

-I can completely understand why people would find her annoying but lmfao Skyguy is fucking hilarious, if only because it pisses of Anakin.

-All the Clones looking at her when she says it and Rex laughing helps add to everything.

-Anakin: Captain Rex will show you a little respect can go a long way. Rex: *Visible Oh Fuck Shit Don’t Give Me The Baby Jedi*

-Ashoka, I love you, but please Force stfu show Rex some respect.

-Ok but literal seconds later Rex actually seems happy to see she’s like, enthusiastic? (I think?)

-oH SHIT REX DROPPED A “DAMN” I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ASDFGHJKL (Rex there’s a child riGHT THERE)

-Fuck fuck shit this when Teth happens I’m not emotionally prepared

-Why are they in the middle?? Wouldn’t it be easier to go the side???

-Obi Wan saved a Clone :)

-Obi Wan ffs that’s a war crime-

-Why are the droids protecting the shield genorator literal fucking soda cans

-So like, I know to a lot of people that moment between Anakin and Ashoka feels a little unearned, I just. can’t say I feel the same. Mostly because I can, relate a lot to Ashka feels there. You know, when you kinda fuck up but really, it wasn’t that bad, but you still feel like shit and you know other people think you fucked up too? But seeing Anakin being understanding is just, really comforting in a way.

-Why the FUCK did they send ANAKIN to save JABBA THE HUTTS SON, do they not remember his childhood??????????????

-Actually I think they did a good job on Jabba’s model. When I look at him I don’t want to throw up.

-God that opening shot of Teth from space is just, so fucking ominous and it fills me with dread. Especially knowing what’s gonna happen.

-The Clones surrounding Ashoka have hair that’s going to kill me out of just being so BAD.

-The Clones laughing when Ashoka says she saved Anakin is fucking funny

-ASHOKA IN A HOOD MY BELOVED

-DID THAT B1 DROID JUST FUCKING COMPLIMENT THE SPIDER DROID FOR MAKING A GOOD SHOT LIKE IT WAS A PET??????? THAT’S SO WHOLESOME?????? IT NODDED IN THANKS?????????

-RIDGE ILY

-Ok but actually though I fucking love B1′s. “Just fire right there!” is HILARIOUS.

-”Oh my God” being said by a droid implies so much shit that I a not unpacking

-Ashoka, honey, you’re blocking the pilots view-

-This OST-

-Rex sounds so fucking Tired let him Rest.

-”No problem, the hard parts over.” Lmao, that’s hilarious.

- Oh God the dread is setting in.

- R2 jus fucking????? Jumped- no, LEAPED out of Anakins ship???? How id he-

- Oh btw, I’m at the part where they’re under attack at the monastary, aka where shit gets real.

- Haha Willhelm (Idk how tf to spell it ok) Scream, vry funny because someone just died

-Ashoka’s theme is gonna make me fucking cry

-So many Clones being fucking dead is gonna make me cry

- Rex: Anakin Anakin: Tf you aren’t Rex

- Lmao this poor B1 is trying his best.

- REX FFS NOT YOU TOO! WHAT IS WITH CLONES AND FUCKING PUNCHING BATTLE DROIDS

-AGAIN??? I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT WAS BUT GUYS STOP PUNCHING BATTLE DROIDS FFS

-The fact that one of the few named Clones actually named in a line is fucking “Odd Ball” is just. Odd Ball.

-NO THE CLONE WHO TRIED TO HIT A B2 WITH A BLASTER- FUCK HE DESERVED BETTER

-Ok the “We’ve got you out numbered!” joke was hilarious.

-Ok I really appreciate that Anakin’s first priority was helping his men, and that Ashoka had to remind him that they had to get Stinky to a medic or he would die and the mission would go to shit.

-The hangar getting blown up gives me -5 serotonine.

-I feel like everything happening on Teth should feel darker than they’re making it seem. Like,

- PADME, QUEEN

- Oh my God girl, “as a reprisentative of the Senate, of course”???? You aren’t subtle-

- Hey look it’s Jabba’s queercoded-to-make-him-look-more-evil uh... relative

- Oh, UNCLE

- Padme is too good for this whole damned galaxy.

-Man the OST can be really good when it wants to

-Wait why am I still watching this I don’t care anymore??? I came here to see Clones-

Uh, kudos to anyone who made it down here. You’re a madlad.

#TCW #the clone wars #This is so long I'm so sorry #Hey Look Original Content #I think I'm gonna watch all the more Clone centered episodes now #And some of the Ashoka episodes

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