#fuck blizzard i’m canon now

[crystal-ball-of-ow-canon]

REYES TIMELINE UPDATE (no it still doesn't make sense)

Gabriel Reyes enters police force at min. age of 21 (to enter the LAPD you must be 20 yo at time of application and 21 by completion of training, high school education or equivalent or a 2/4 year degree)

So we’ve learned that Gabe graduated college early with a degree in criminology

Spends time as detective

Enlists in the US military 9 years before the Omnic crisis (.... Gabriel is 50 by time of Retribution, 8 years before Recall so he’s 50-51 during Zurich, Jack led OW for ~20 years meaning he got promoted when Gabriel was 30-31, the omnic crisis was roughly 2 years meaning Gabriel was 28-29 when it started, putting him at 20 when he enlisted)

Mustang - military slang term used in the United States Armed Forces to refer to a commissioned officer who began their career as an enlisted service member. A mustang officer is not a temporary or brevet promotion but is a commissioned officer that receives the same pay and command responsibilities as all other commissioned officers.

Mustang officers are generally older than their peers-in-grade who have been commissioned from one of the service academies (such as the United States Merchant Marine Academy, United States Military Academy, United States Air Force Academy, United States Naval Academy, or United States Coast Guard Academy), Officer Candidate School, or the Reserve Officer Training Corps.

This does not entirely make sense to me as enlisting with a college degree fast tracks you into commissioned officer rank, he should no be an “enlisted” soldier (if someone understands us military ranking and enlisting better than me feel free to tell me I’m wrong)

Join the SEP program sometime in his military career

Lose his parents during an assault on LA

get recruited as into Overwatch as Strike Commander

run a covert ops team for 20 years

Meets his wife after the omnic war, have a son

get blown up at ~50

then spend 7 years fucking with Talon

mind you Reaper’s been fucking around for A LOT longer (that’s right bitches his official bio says our Phantom of the Opera’s been kicking for decades and confirmed by Michael Chu to be intentional) [the ow bio previously stated that reaper had been around for decades, it has now been changed]

[decembermidnight]

Bad Attitude

Summary: While on patrol duty, you chase a suspect starship but end up crashing on a freezing planet. Its pilot, a Mandalorian, rescues you, but he doesn't like your attitude towards him and makes sure you understand who is in charge.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, teasing, dom!din, brat!reader, brat tamer!din, Din is really an asshole here lol, improper use of the darksaber, lots of dirty talk, oral (m receiving), breath play, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, degradation kink, praise kink, creampie

A/N: Loosely based on The Passenger episode and super canon divergent. I just had fun having nasty thoughts! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!! Hope you enjoy it!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

You… You really did have to follow that ship on this forsaken planet, didn't you?

You couldn't just listen to your partner Carson for once when he warned you to let it go.

Chasing that Razor Crest despite the bad weather on Maldo Kreis was not the smartest idea. Not smart at all, in fact. 

You were only supposed to ask the pilot why his ship was in the proximity of that prison, Bothan-5, when that officer was killed, but he ran away as soon as he heard that name. You immediately started recklessly chasing that old piece of junk in the hostile atmosphere of this awful, unwelcoming planet, and next thing you know your Starfighter crashed, compromising the integrity of the hatch, you’re cut off from your partner and you’ll likely freeze to death before he can come rescue you. Could it get any worse?

It turns out it can.

Just when you switch the radio off, resigned to accept the unavoidable fate, your eyes seem to catch something dark in the snowstorm. At first you assume it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but when you take a better look, you see it - there’s a dark figure approaching your ship. It must be him - the Razor Crest pilot. As he gets closer, you notice he’s wearing armour, a Mandalorian armour, and you’ve heard the stories about those deadly warriors. You probably made him angry with your insistent pursuit and now he might be killing you so as not to leave witnesses.

You are so fucked. This is the worst day of your life, and also the last.

He lifts the damaged hatch of your ship and looks at you, exposing you to the freezing air of the blizzard. You stare back at him - his broad figure completely towers over yours, but you try not to look intimidated by him.

"Razor Crest, is that you?" you say in a secure tone, wanting to appear tough.

"Yeah." the modulated voice answers as you feel his dark visor lingering on your figure.

"Came here to finish the job?" you try to sneakily grab your blaster in a desperate attempt to defend your life, determined not to die without fighting, or at least, not without trying. 

"Not if you don't try anything stupid like that. Put it down." says in an authoritative tone, his right hand instinctively goes on the holster of his blaster. You quickly realise this is not the moment for heroism if you want to survive. 

"Don't give me orders. I'm a New Republic officer." you reply firmly.

He scoffs and shakes his head in disdain.

"Dear officer, take a good look around. This frozen tomb doesn't look like New Republic territory to me." he goads you "Now quit it and let's go to my ship."

"Who says I want to come with you?"

"Come on, I’m freezing my ass off, for fuck’s sake." he loses no time in ripping your seatbelt and life support system off your body before grabbing you and carrying you over on his shoulder.

"Put me down! You're so rude!" you protest and try to kick him, but he blocks your legs in the tight grasp of his free arm, immobilising you.

"So far I've been more kind than you deserve. If you keep acting like that, I'll show you how rude I can be." his grip is firm and strong as he gives a warning squeeze to your thigh.

You do not want to admit it, but you feel a thrill of excitement at that - he doesn’t care about the fact that you're a law enforcer, he’s treating you like the scum he’s used to. He probably wants to trade your life for his freedom with Carson later - you’re his hostage now.

When you reach his ship, he finally puts you down. You take off your helmet and look at the Mandalorian that so unceremoniously saved you from certain death earlier.

You realise how much taller than you he is, his armour making him even broader than what he already is. Your eyes can't help lingering on his body in wonder at how strong he must be, how the shiny beskar perfectly completes his thick masculine figure, only adding to his already imposing stance, perfectly concealing his body, making him massive and statuesque. His suit is tight around the arms, you can see the outline of his thick, strong biceps. If only he wasn’t a criminal, if only you weren’t a New Republic officer, if only he wasn’t a complete cunt…

"You done?" a low, baritonal voice interrupts your dirty thoughts.

"Excuse me?" you raise a brow.

"I asked if you're done checking me out."

“What?! I wasn’t-” you lie and you both know it. You do not feel so cold anymore, your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

“Yeah. Sure.” the asshole teases as he rests against the wall of his ship, looking at you with crossed arms.

“You hurt?” he then asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

"Good. Let's go up to the cockpit, then. It's warmer up there." 

He climbs up the ladder and when the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, and follow him. 

When you get in the small room, you find him sitting in the pilot chair facing the windshield with crossed arms and legs spread wide. You settle on his side, standing with crossed arms and gaze fixed on his body. He’s as still and silent as a statue, unreadable under that helmet - is he really relaxed as he wants you to think, or is he carefully studying you? 

"Don't look at me that way." says without moving a muscle.

"How?"

"Same way you've been looking at me since we got on the ship."

"What are you implying?"

"Don't act like you don't know." he turns towards you and stands up, making you imperceptibly startle. He looks imposing and menacing, his helmet slightly tilted observing you.

"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" he scoffs and shakes his head.

"You assaulted that prison and killed that poor man. He was a New Republic officer, just like me. Why should I trust you?”

“Because I didn’t do it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“What will you do when you find out I was right all along?” the way he doesn’t lose his cool is fascinating, to a degree.

"You’re not. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t have run away and we wouldn't be here now."

He tilts his helmet to the side once again as he looks at you. His gaze and his confidence make you feel hot and uncomfortable at the same time - you wouldn’t want to give out the undeniable way his stoic charm is affecting you, but you hate the way he's been treating you.

"Yeah, we wouldn't be here." he lets out in an allusive tone as he walks one single step forward while you take one back, ending up against the wall. He's so damn tall and broad and… and you're getting so wet. 

You look into his dark visor, feeling his gaze lingering on your body. You can feel the tension, the atmosphere in the cockpit becoming unbearable. It's getting hard to breathe, heat radiating from both of your bodies as you never stop looking at each other. While his sight is unreadable, yours is unmistakably libidinous, your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy throbbing with need, but you're both too proud to surrender first.

"I guess not. You coward." you let out in a far too flirtatious way as you look at him with shameless lust.

"What did you just call me?!" he rasps, sounding so provocative. 

"Coward. That's what you are. Running away from me when I was chasing you and taking me hostage when I was so vulnerable.”

“Shut up.”

“So big and tough in your shiny armour, but you run away as soon as you see a New Republic patrol. I should have just shot you when I had the chance. At least I wouldn’t be sharing this ship with a coward.”

“I said shut up.” 

“What now, Mandalorian? What do you plan to do now that you've kidnapped me? Are you gonna prove me wrong?" you’re wondering if you got too far when he gets dangerously close to you, his menacing figure towering over yours as he grips a handful of your hair, forcing your gaze into his dark visor.

"Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to make you shut up?"

A flame of lust instantly traverses your body. You feel your blood boiling, making you feel hot and flustered, reason and common sense leaving you at the mercy of a primal, carnal instinct.

"I bet you don't have the balls to do it." you goad him with a smirk on your face.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that, yet you did, and what's worse is that you don't regret it. 

You look at him with shameless desire clouding your eyes, internally cursing at the helmet that can't and won't let you see his reaction to your provocation, waiting for his next move.

You keep your lustful gaze locked on his visor as his hand swiftly unfastens his belt and the zip of his pants. His grip on your hair tightens even more as he pushes you on your knees, immediately sticking his hard, thick cock in your mouth and fuck, the sound he makes. It's worth crashing on a desolated planet and being scolded afterwards. It's guttural and desperate, astonished at how good your poisonous mouth feels when you take him in and your tongue gently swirls around his tip, instead of spitting mean words at him. You keep eye contact as you let the shaft slide in your mouth and coat it generously in your saliva, his head tilted back as he lets out breathy sighs of pleasure.

"You. You need to learn how to fucking behave. Shut up when I tell you to. You have to stop taunting me. Fuck. Is this what you wanted?" 

He takes your head away from his cock to let you answer.

“You’re not as much of a coward as I thought you were.” you tease.

“You are still talking?!” exclaims as he pushes your head towards his cock once again, staying still as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, violently forcing all of his length down your throat. When he rips you away from it, you gasp for breath.

"You look so good like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, finally shutting the fuck up like a good girl." he growls, pleased.

Just as you want more of it, your mouth going towards it once again, his grip on your hair turns to steel and stops you there. You look up to him from your kneeled position and see him shaking his head.

“Why? Are you close already?” you taunt him as he tucks his cock back in his pants.

"Oh, it will take you way more than that to make me come, officer." says as he makes you stand up.

“Bet you want me to prove you wrong so badly. Bet you want to come in my m-” you stop mid sentence as he starts to unzip your flight suit while he pushes you towards the control panel of his ship, making you sit on it and trapping you there with his beskar body, your legs instinctively spread open for him to fit between them.

“Yeah? Go on. What were you saying?” he goads you as his hand slips inside of the thin pants you're wearing under the suit, teasing your clit from outside your underwear.

“I-I was s-saying that - that-” you gasp when his hand finds its way into your panties and reaches your slit.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" exclaims in taunting wonder. His beskar helmet is only a few centimetres distant from your face "Acting all cocky and arrogant before, but damn, feel how wet you are. Bet no one ever made you this wet, officer. Stars, you're dripping for me. All of this just from sucking my cock?" says in a husky voice as two of his thick, gloved fingers slide inside of you.

You grit your teeth in a desperate attempt to hide the way this is making you feel, not wanting to give him satisfaction, but your body is slowly surrendering to him and betraying you, your cunt involuntarily clamping around his fingers, revealing how his words are, in fact, effective on you.

"Oh, I bet you feel so good and you sound so sweet when you moan for me. Feel how hot and tight you are." he keeps teasing you. 

Resisting him is getting near impossible. By now he knows how badly you want it.

"Listen to what we’re gonna do now. You're gonna come on my fingers like a good girl and then I'll fuck you until your partner comes to rescue you."

You can't help it anymore and let out a moan at how sensual his voice sounds as he says those things to you, at the thought of getting fucked by him, all while his fingers keep sliding inside and outside of you, making your cunt spasm around them.

"Oh, I knew it. Damn, such a sweet girl." he rasps as he takes his fingers out.

"What the fuck?!" you snap at him when he does, making him chuckle at your reaction.

"Hey, calm down officer." he teases your lips with his gloved fingers soaked in your arousal. 

You instinctively suck the leather and taste yourself on his fingers, licking them sensually as you look at him in the visor. He hums in pleasure seeing that and goes on playing with your mouth, entranced by the way your tongue swirls around them, until he takes them out and presses his middle finger on your bottom lip.

"Bite." he simply orders and you obey, taking the hem of his glove between your teeth to let his hand slip out of the glove. It's huge compared to yours, callous and veiny and masculine. You hum as it starts trailing down your body and feel the warm trail it leaves on the delicate skin of your neck as he caresses it, your own hands holding tight to the commands of the ship, propping you up to offer yourself to his touch. You can feel his eyes looking at your body from behind the dark visor as his hand slips in your flight suit once again, groping your breast from outside your shirt, his thumb playing with one of your hardened nipples, your back arched and chest puffed out to make it look fuller. You moan loudly when he slides his fingers in your panties and back inside of you. 

"Stars - so fucking wet. I bet your cunt is so beautiful. Spread your legs for me. You're making me so fucking hard." he keeps up the pace and also starts to rub your clit with his thumb, making the pleasure you’re feeling unable to hide and you surrender to him, panting heavily as your eyes cross and roll in delight.

"Really? Eyes rolling, officer?" he taunts you.

"F-fuck y-you-" you rasp with half closed eyes, your sentence gets interrupted as he hooks his fingers, touching something devastating inside of you, making him scoff when he sees the way you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back, your mouth wide open to let out obscene moans.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" he provokes you.

"Don't you fucking dare." you manage to let out in a barely audible sigh.

He immediately grabs your neck, not liking the way you undermine his authority.

"Careful now, officer." he growls.

You moan back in response at how much you like this - being put back into place, the Mandlaorian reminding you who is in control. You hold tight to his sides, digging your nails in his flight suit as he just pushes you further against the control panel with his body.

You’re a panting mess and you feel so close, so damn close to your orgasm. You beg he won’t stop as you wrap your legs around him. He feels by the irregular, ragged way you're breathing and the way your muscles go rigid around him that you're close.

"What? Coming already?” he chuckles “I will let you just because I want to fuck you so badly. Now come, my dear officer. Come for me."

You pant straight into his helmet when you hear him calling you like that, fogging it where his mouth would be. His hand pushes you over the edge and you moan loudly as he makes you come around his fingers, your hands holding tight to his neck, bringing him down towards you. Your back arches, chest rubbing against his armour and you roll your head back until it hits the transparisteel of the windshield behind you. Your nails scratch him hard and your legs’ grip becomes even tighter, his upper body now trapped in your grasp.

He grabs your chin with his other hand and forces you to look at him in the visor.

"Yes - yes, yes. Like this. Good girl." he growls between his teeth, looking at you as you struggle to keep your gaze on him, your eyes wanting to roll up in pleasure.

He lets you ride your high, never stopping those astounding moves of his hand, making you feel so satisfied, but so guilty and humiliated at the same time.

As the orgasm gradually fades out, your grip on his body loosens.

He takes out his hand right in front of your eyes and, Maker, it's soaking wet, glistening in your arousal. You’re both embarrassed and aroused when you see how wet and yielding you got for him as soon as he started touching you. 

"Damn, officer. How am I going to-"

You don't even let him finish, you've taken his hand in yours and start sucking his fingers. He lets out a satisfied hum when you do that. You clean them thoroughly, sensually massaging his digits with your tongue, humming as you hear him cursing between his teeth in a foreign language.

Once he’s satisfied, he takes them out of your avid mouth.

"Now strip for me, officer. I bet you look so hot under that uniform."

"Forget it." you tease him.

"Too bad you didn't obey me when I asked so nicely."

In an instant his hands start ripping the flight suit off your body as you're kicking out of your boots at the same time. It's rushed, brutal and wild, the both of you completely taken over by lust. His hands linger on your sides, giving you goosebumps and making you sigh when he lifts the thermal shirt off your body and you hold on tight to the panel when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants and pulls everything down and away from your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“You look… Good without your uniform on, officer.” he is pleased looking at your naked body. “Wonder if I could say the same about you, Mandalorian.” “You’ll have to use your imagination."

“Are you even a real Mandalorian? Maybe you stole this armour, or maybe you bought it off some Jawas.” you mock him.

"Come here and I’ll show you." he simply says as he sits back on his chair, legs spread wide and a visible bulge in his pants.

Just as you get close to him, he takes out one of his weapons, a strange sword without a blade, and begins to trace your nipple with the hilt. You start to breathe heavily and you can feel your nipple getting harder by the second, your eyes carefully following his movements as he descends ever so slowly, teasing you, trailing your stomach and then your lower belly, stopping right in front of your cunt, driving you crazy, your legs spreading for him, begging for some friction. He softly brushes your lips, carefully avoiding your clit to tease you further, until he finally touches it. The sudden contact of the hilt with your sensitive clit makes you shudder and let out a whimper.

"Don't. Move." he orders as he continues to touch you with that weapon, rubbing it against your clit, producing obscene, wet sounds at the contact. You try to stay as still as you can as he plays with that dangerous weapon so close to your most delicate spot. You beg he'd go faster, you wish you could ride it and come all over it, as pathetic as it sounds, but no, he doesn't want that. He wants to take his time to tease you, getting you nice and wet as he plays with you like you're his toy.

He stands up, towering over you.

"Stick your tongue out."

You immediately do and he starts to trace your mouth with the hilt.

"This is the Darksaber. Whoever wields it can rule all of Mandalore, and you're licking it after I've used it to give you pleasure. Feel how wet you’ve made it. How does that make you feel?"

“Like you should sit down on that chair and take out that cock. Touch yourself while I lick your Darksaber clean, Mandalorian.”

He grunts as you push him back on his chair. He immediately unzips his pants to take his throbbing cock out as you keep licking his weapon clean, pleased at the sight of his erection in his hand.

"Touch yourself for me, Mando" you order him as you trace your tongue on the hilt.

"Enough of that." he grabs you by the hair and pushes you on your knees, forcing you to suck his cock. In a swift movement he grabs the Darksaber with his two hands, using it as leverage to keep your head down, forcing his entire cock into your throat, making you startle at the sudden lack of air.

"You don't get to give me orders." he growls before freeing you from his grasp to let you breathe. You gasp for air and look at him, panting.

Maker, he's so dangerous. He could kill you in one second if he wanted to, and you've never, never been wetter than this, playing this dangerous, twisted game with a deadly warrior.

He gives you a few seconds to breathe and then he's back at it, using his weapon to make you choke on his cock.

"Do you understand? I can do whatever I want to you." he releases you once again. There are tears in the corner of your eyes but that doesn't stop him from doing that one more time.

"You're so fucking pretty, but you also need someone to tame you. You've found the right man. Is that what you were looking for, officer? Someone to tame that bad temper?" he says and releases you one more time. You gasp for air as one tear sheds down your cheek.

"Come here. I'll fuck that bad attitude out of you." he orders as he puts the Darksaber away.

This. This is what you've always been craving, what you always wanted.

You slowly rise from the cold floor, your hands on his thighs as you can't stop looking at each other with longing desire. You straddle him, shaking in anticipation as you sink on his body guided by his hands on your hips, letting his cock slowly slide inside of you. The both of you moan as his cock splits you open for him, making him feel how hot and welcoming you are. You both let out a long, satisfied sigh, his voice is dark and sensual and you spasm around his throbbing cock, heavily aroused to finally have him inside of you.

“Mando, let me see if you're only good with words now."

“Din. I want to hear you screaming my name when I’ll make you come on my cock, officer.”

“You’re pretty confident in your abilities, Mandalorian.”

“Your mouth might say otherwise, but your body agrees with me.” he's so arrogant and full of himself, his confidence is making you wet.

“It does” you concede “you feel good, Din.” you purr in his neck, and he grunts when he hears how sweet your voice can be as you whisper his name while you have his cock buried inside of you. You start riding him slowly, looking at him in the visor as you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, enjoying every single moment of it, letting him almost slip out, only to let him back inside of you. He lets out sighs of satisfaction that drive you insane and only want to make you increase your rhythm but no, not yet, you want to make him pay for the way he's been treating you.

“If I had known my cock would have been enough to tame your bad temper, I’d have fucked you earlier.”

“What about yours, Din? What should I do about you being an asshole to me?” you say as you pull him out of you, making him grunt.

“Fuck. Put it back in.” 

“Not so fast. I want you to behave. Beg for it.” 

“You know I could just take you anytime I want, right?” “I do. But where would the fun be?”

He hums in pleasure as you take his drenched cock in your hand and start to slowly stroke it right in front of your cunt, moaning in his neck just to get him even more aroused.

“Fuck. You’re good at this.” he whimpers.

You start to slide it between your folds, the both of you moaning in arousal.

“Dank Farrik, d-do you want me to die?” he growls, subjugated by your teasing. “I want you to behave.” you whisper in a heady groan as you keep rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his cock. “F-fuck. I want to be inside of you so badly.”

“Say it.”

He sighs and pauses, taking a good look at the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

“Please.” 

“Please what?” you ask, biting your lip in pleasure.

“Please put my cock back inside of you, officer.” there's a hint of annoyance in his voice when he surrenders and sees your satisfied smirk.

“Good.” you whisper gasping against his helmet as you slowly slide his cock deep back inside of you. 

That’s the moment when he digs his fingers in your hips and starts jackhammering you, making you scream as he said he would, your hands clawing on his shoulders.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you can taunt me? I’m a Mandalorian. A bounty hunter. Bet you’ve never been fucked so good, officer. I’m gonna give you this cock so hard, you’ll never forget about me. You’ll be touching yourself thinking about me for the rest of your life. Thinking about the Mandalorian Din Djarin who fucked your brains out on Maldo Kreis.”

The way he's fucking hard and rough into you as he says those things in an angry, husky voice is pleasurably devastating and addicting, having you moan frantically as your body is held still by his strong hands.

"Oh, fuck, Din, don't stop. Don't stop!" you let out in a desperate cry.

"Do you want to come on my cock, officer? Let me hear it. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please, please Din, make me come on your cock." you drawl, subjugated by lust.

"Mmm - you sound so hot when you beg for me. Keep going and I won't stop."

"Please! I've never been fucked like this, Din." your heart is racing, your breathing is getting laboured and feel the orgasm approaching “I'm so close, Din, so fucking close. Please, don’t stop."

"Come, officer. Keep riding my cock and come on it. I want to hear you scream my name." 

"Oh, Din!" you scream his name as the overwhelming force of the orgasm washes over you, a white blaze of bliss making you lose control, uncontrollably spasming and sensually moaning as he doesn't stop giving it to you, groaning in pleasure when he feels how tight and wet you get around him when you come on his dick.

"That's it. That's my good girl." he grunts as he lets you ride your orgasm.

His rhythm slows down as you come back from your high, his hands still firmly on your hips, guiding you, making you slowly grind your pussy against his cock, the cockpit full of your pants.

"Ready for round two, officer?"

He doesn’t even wait for your response, your mind still fogged by the astonishing orgasm he just gave you.

He gets up from the chair and in a second he turns you around, your body slammed against the control panel and the windshield, your wrists held up high by his hand. Your legs are shaking and you can't really seem to stand on your feet properly.

You couldn't possibly be ready for him slamming his dick inside of you all at once, so hard that air leaves your lungs in an exhale. You'd curse at him, but you can't articulate words as he is fucking you so violently, his strong hand on your hip keeping you still. If you thought he was fucking you hard earlier, it's nothing compared to now - feeling all the power of his body giving it to you wild and raw is pleasurably devastating. You couldn't possibly have imagined that what he gave you earlier was merely foreplay for him, just a little tease before making sure you knew who is really in charge and how hard he can fuck you. He was just letting you have a small taste of what would happen after, wanting you to get ready for him, nice and wet and stretched open for his thick cock to split you in half. He grabs a fistful of your hair and you feel his helmet close to your ear.

"What? You're out of breath already? I'm just getting started, officer." he slides it out almost completely and slams it back in so hard you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Look at you. Loving this dick so much you're rolling your eyes. Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to fucking behave." 

You can't do anything besides taking his cock and letting out choked moans.

"Still regret being stuck here with me? Tell me. Do you still think I'm a coward?" he growls in between thrusts.

You can barely drawl a moan in response and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You can't even speak." he mocks you as he pounds into you harder and harder, devastating you, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess.

"Who knows if the snow storm has stopped and your partner is looking for you. What if he sees you getting fucked like this?"

You know it's wrong, but the thought turns you on so much that you clench around him, and he feels it.

"Oh, you'd like it? Officer, what do we have here? A little whore?" you hear his dark chuckle as he grips your throat with his hand, bringing you closer to him - the hot, naked skin of your back against his cold beskar armour as he never stops railing you. 

Getting called like that in other circumstances, by any other person in the galaxy, would have caused you to shoot them immediately, but now, oh, did that turn you on.

"You like being called that way, don't you? Whore." he whispers softly in your ear, and it drives you insane despite how much you're trying to hide it. He feels your body getting rigid, the vibrations of your throat choking a moan, the way you bite your lip trying not to let one sound out, and you can bet he's loving every second of it. 

His other hand starts to rub your clit and that's when you fucking lose it - your mouth opens wide and lets out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Tell me you're my whore and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

You hesitate - his request is so degrading, but you want it at the same time. He can sense your indecisiveness and stops drawing circles on your clit and starts going around it, carefully avoiding it.

"N-no. Don't stop. It's unfair!" you whimper.

"Say it."

You try to relieve the ache between your legs by bringing a hand there, but he is quick to stop you and block your wrist behind your back, immobilising you as if you were one of his bounties, getting you even more aroused, so much, in fact, that you let out another groan.

"Don't make me handcuff you." he growls sensually and you immediately picture him fighting criminals every day, used to manhandling thugs and being a badass and you get even more aroused at the thought, and decide to give him whatever he wants.

You mumble those words, barely audible, ashamed but at the same time yielding, desperately and pathetically wanting him to give you what you so achingly crave, in a way that only he can provide. A need that you never even realised existed before he brought you into the highest dimension of pleasure.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I am your whore." you whisper, annihilated.

"Good girl. Say it again. Louder this time."

"I am your whore, Din! Please, please make me come like this!" you surrender to him completely, defeated by your very body refusing to let this slip away.

"That's my girl. You asked so nicely, I'm gonna give it to you." you hear the satisfaction in his voice as he immediately starts to rub your clit again, driving you close to the edge in no time, your cunt getting tighter in anticipation.

“Shit, I want to come inside of you. I'm so fucking close, officer. You’re gonna patrol the outer rim, flying your Starfighter while my cum drips down your beautiful cunt. You’re gonna feel that and you will think of me the entire time.” he rasps in your ear as you feel his body pushing you further into the transparisteel and then over the edge, making you come screaming his name once again rolling your eyes over your lids, desperately begging him to come inside of you.

His groans get louder and louder as he comes. You feel his is cock pulsing and twitching, thrusting into you, wanting to go as deep as it can go, filling you with his hot release as you clamp erratically around him.

Both of your bodies are spent as you come back from your high, the sound of your laboured breathing fills the cockpit.

"Hey" he pants "keep it inside now. I don't want to see a single drop going to waste. Are we clear?"

You nod and he slips out of you slowly as you obey his order, keeping his release inside of you as you get dressed, feeling it drip between your legs as he walks you back to your ship.

Carson is already there - he has fixed the minor damages your X-wing had sustained when you crashed in the snow, confident in the fact that you found shelter somewhere and that you’re safe and will be back soon.

What he did not expect is for you to show up with the Mandalorian by your side, though.

"Can I have a few words with you?" he asks with a raised brow.

You nod and walk a few steps away from Din, going behind your ship to have some privacy.

"He saved my life." you regretfully admit before he even has a chance to speak, expecting a scolding.

"Listen. I run the tabs on the Razor Crest. It seems like your new friend has an arrest warrant on him for the abduction of a prisoner." he pauses briefly and lets out a sigh "But he has also captured three wanted culprits and tried to save the Lieutenant's life."

"I'd say we let him go this time. I really don't want to file a report about what happened. I hate doing that."

"Is that so?" he asks sarcastically.

"These are trying times, come on."

Carson raises his brow once again, looking at you and then at the armoured menace standing a few steps away from him.

“Fine.” he shrugs, not wanting to dig deeper with regards to your change of mind towards the Mandalorian, then gets back to his ship.

You jump in your X-wing, but before closing the hatch and taking off, you address Din one more time.

"We're even now, Din Djarin. See you next time, and don't get caught."

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

His Hoodie

Here's something a lil different. Iggy/Carl! This occurs post-canon

It's short but I wanted to get a feel for them so it's just this for now. I do have plans for another longer one, though!

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Who woulda thought he’d be dating a cop, Iggy thought while lighting up a cigarette. Sure did shock the family when word got out. 

He was waiting’ on Carl to get back after his shift, tryin’ to think of something to have for dinner. He was fuckin’ starving but didn’t really feel like cooking anything. Would’ve just ordered some take-out if there wasn’t a damn blizzard going on out there. 

After searching their fridge and freezer twice, Iggy just wound up throwing a pizza in the oven, plopping down on the couch to sprawl out and watch some TV until his boyfriend came home. 

Yeah, the whole homo shit had been a surprise to him as it was to everyone else. Turns out Iggy likes chicks and guys. Who fucking knew? 

The doorknob jiggled and in came Carl, muttering under his breath. 

“I’m back,” he called, then noticed Iggy on the couch. “Hey.” 

“Ay,” Iggy groaned a little at having to sit back up. Jesus, maybe he should start exercise or somethin’ like Gallagher does- Ian, he reminded himself cuz he had his own Gallagher. Fuck, there was too many of them to keep track of. 

“Is that pizza?” Carl came around to the other side of the couch, dropping his backpack on the floor. “Thank God.” 

“Yeah, couldn’t think of what to-” Iggy paused, watching Carl shake off some of the snow that was in his hair cuz he refused to wear a hat. 

“It's fucking cold out there,” Carl grumbled. Lifting his head, he saw that Iggy was staring. “What?” 

“Is that my hoodie?” Iggy squinted. It was bigger on Carl than the other stuff he wore. “Sure looks like it.” 

Carl's cheeks were already rosy from the cold, now they seemed to go even pinker if that was possible. “No,” he said much too quickly for it to be true. 

“It ain’t?” Iggy said, unconvinced. 

“It’s Ian’s.” 

“Let me see the sleeve then,” Iggy was nearly certain it was. “Should be a little hole from the time I accidentally burnt it with a cigarette.” 

Cale folded his arms. “It's not yours.” 

“Just let me see it, fuck’s sake,” Iggy huffed. 

“No, fuck off.” 

He tried to bypass Iggy, who’d hopped up to his feet, his arms thrown around the younger man. His boyfriend tried to hide the sleeves, keeping his arms crossed, but Iggy had something going for him and that was his strength. 

“Let me see, Shithead,” He pried Carl's arms apart easily, ignoring his loud protests. 

“Iggy!” Carl was struggling to get away. 

“Ha! I knew it!” Iggy shouted, holding up Carl's left arm. “This is my hoodie!” 

“I couldn't find mine,” Carl said defensively, yanking his arm away. 

The little fucker was blushing again, avoiding lookin’ at Iggy in the eyes. 

“So you wore mine?” A grin stretched over Iggy's face. There was something about it, something about seeing him wearing Iggy's stuff that made him feel all warm and shit.

“Shut up,” Carl groaned, embarrassed. “I'll take it off.” 

He went to pull it off but Iggy stopped him. 

“Ain’t gotta do that. You don’t look half bad there, Gallagher.” 

He started to close the gap in between them. 

“So you like it when I wear your stuff?” 

“Shithead,” Iggy said affectionately. He tilted Carl’s head up by his chin, kissing him. 

[gayleafpool]

Talk about Varian

IM ALWAYS READY TO TALK ABOUT THAT LOSER!! get ready

-> one thing i’ve been thinking SO hard about lately is the potential of a lady caine and varian friendship. imagine it. she lost her dad and varian thought he lost his which drove them to seek revenge against and grow to hate the royal family. they both get thrown in prison. and basically forgotten about. A FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THEM WOULD BE SO FUNNY he would probably think she was soooo cool. wait imagine if they had cells near each other in prison. imagine if she saw the things he went through w andrew in prison and thought hm wow that was insane and fucked up. what if they meet again later on like post s3 and become sorta pals and feel like they can vent their lingering resentment toward royalty w each other and just like. idk talk about all the shit they went through. WHAT THEN HUH

-> related i get so emo about varian repressing his trauma and like, outwardly it seems like he got over everything that happened to him with the blizzard/amber/prison/etc etc but really it was more relief that rapunzel forgave him and was able to free quirin so it felt like everything should be FINE and it would easy to just leave everything in the past so he tries and he thinks he’s getter better and doing well but he’s really getting so much worse and refuses to address or process any of the shit he went through until it all majorly comes crashing down a while later. there are these little signs in the way he behaves like he acts weirdly reckless sometimes and will put himself in bad situations, just starts to exhibit signs of what happened to him. iykyk u know we know. and it’s so hard for him to rationalize this and accept this bc his feelings are so complicated bc he would tell himself that he deserved to be treated that way or even liked it because he was so lonely and desperate for positive attention so there’s this shame and guilt aspect that makes it 10x harder to talk about and AUGHHHHHHH. i could write an essay. this is so important to me. everyone be nice to me about this

-> okay lighter topic. something i always forget about varian is that he’s a good artist like canonically i think that’s so fun. THEREFORE: varian and rapunzel drawing/painting together. ENOUGH SAID!!!!! i love them

wait now i’m thinking more varian and rapunzel thoughts. rapunzel teaching him how to dance. rapunzel being one of the few people who’s happy to sit and listen to him ramble about chemistry n shit cuz she loves learning new things so she’s genuinely interested. they are so <3 IVE ALSO SAID BEFORE that i think varian looooves learning new languages and he’s really good at it and i think rapunzel would be too!! they just end up having lots of common interests

also i refuse to believe varian ever gets taller than her i just cant see it

-> mmfmfmfmfmf varian and ulla thoughts. the fact that they look so similar makes me crazy. i also like to imagine that his hyperactive inquisitive balls to the walls insane personality comes mostly from her too. cute but batshit 🫶🫶 also the anger issues. u know that image that’s like i inherited my mother’s anger yeah thats varian. also the idea that quirin is so protective of varian bc he feels like he couldn’t protect ulla esp when you factor in that varian is basically just a copy of her. WAUGH!!!!! i’m emo.

something something donella seeing hugo start to catch feelings for varian and being like oh so this little shit is EXACTLY like his mother. bc it reminds her of how she loved ulla but could never have her. and it makes her hate varian sooo bad. girl rein in the projection

this has been explosion hour with gayleafpool come again soon

[one-winged-dreams]

I FORGOT I FUCKING DREW THE MAIEV SHIP INSERT HOLY SHIT

anyway copypasting his premise

One of the last remaining Druids of the Pack/Scythe/what have you who has remained relatively sane, if only because he voluntarily locked himself inside the Emerald Dream for a while after the War of the Satyr. He and Maiev had just started a tenuous thing before he left and then when he disappeared she was like “I GUESS!”

And then he comes back… You know, I’m not sure when. I feel like Burning Crusade would be too on the nose, but the thought of Maiev being like “FUCK” because she captured Illidan and now has fuck all to do (also the ‘he’s right. i feel nothing. i am nothing.’ line is NOT fucking canon because holy shit blizzard the utter misogyny??) only for her weird quasi-werewolf fling to come back with such convenient timing sounds good too.

Anyway, he’s got the black Night Warrior eyes because he was there during the Battle for Darkshore and was altered by Elune, which I think is really funny because he has mad grievances with her based on the whole Goldrinn following.

Anyway, Maiev being woobified in Shadowlands isn’t fucking canon either, so they’re got this bitter solidarity and they’re not sure what the fuck is going on with their relationship but it’s something.

Maiev calls him 'runt’ because he’s always been so fucking short for a night elf, and, you know, wolf bullshit.

[she-karev]

Snowstorm (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev's Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 16 Episode 15

Mental Health Resources: https://www.nami.org/, https://www.aacap.org/, https://www.dbsalliance.org/, https://afsp.org/

Summary: After their massive fight Amber works at the hospital during a blizzard when she finds out Andrew went on foot to retrieve an organ in the middle of the snowstorm. She and Carina visit him in his hospital room where he snaps at her again and kicks her out of their apartment.

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Amber’s feet crunch the snow as she paces back and forth outside the pit in her scrubs, fleece jacket and beanie to keep herself warm. She opted to go outside for some privacy to call DeLuca and reprimand him for what she considers an extremely dumbass move. A few hours ago, Carina called her up to peds where Alex told them that DeLuca volunteered to go out on foot to retrieve a liver for his dying patient. She didn’t tell him about what Andrew said to her the other night because she knew he would be angry and want to beat him up again. At the state Andrew is in he might put her brother in jail permanently just to spite her.

She breathes in the cold blizzard air through her nose that makes it stuffy causing her to become angrier. She waits for Andrew to answer her 20th call today but it goes straight to voicemail again causing her to curse under her breath. She doesn’t notice Jackson Avery approaching behind her blowing hot air into his hands looking to see how she is. Amber groans and decides to leave another message hoping he listens to this one and knows she means business.

“If your ears aren’t frozen off when you hear this then consider this your last warning Andrea Vincenzo DeLuca.” Jackson looks taken back by her harsh tone not seeing the look of fury on her face, “If your ass is not back here in this warm hospital in the next 30 minutes I will go out on foot, drag your frozen body back here where I will warm you up by setting you on fire!”

Amber hits the hang up button, “Wow and I thought Vic was angry on the phone.”

“I am not in the fucking mood Jackson.” Amber snaps at him, “If you came here to complain about your latest side piece fighting with you over the phone again, I suggest you turn around and deal with another frostbite that will be less ugly than I will be with you.”

Jackson holds his hands up in defense and walks up to Amber’s view where he can see that despite how angry she sounds she looks scared. He puts his hands down and rubs her arms to keep her warm, “I’m not here to complain about Vic again, given how you told me to screw off when I did, I know better now. Also, I can see how worried you are about DeLuca so I’m gonna let the side piece comment pass. Believe me I’ve been where you are when April went overseas but this isn’t that. It’s a hospital three miles away and as long as he’s bundled up, he’ll be fine. He’s just trying to save a little girl instead of waiting around for a miracle that might not come. He’s being a doctor like all of us.”

“He has bipolar disorder.” Amber tells him in a broken voice like a child. Jackson’s eyes shot up at that new information, “He’s manic like his father, he’s not being a doctor right now and he’s not the man that I love anymore he is a mentally ill person who is risking his life and not considering the consequence. It’s a textbook symptom.”

Jackson takes a beat before calmly responding, “Okay look I get that your mind goes to the mental illness angle because of the way you grew up but maybe you should take a second before accusing him of something he might not even have. You don’t have the right degree to diagnose him.”

“I grew up with mentally ill people all of my life.” Amber reminds him in a strained voice, “I know the signs of a breakdown when I see one Jackson. I saw it the other night when I confronted him and he yelled at me and compared me to my father.”

Jackson shakes his head in shock and looks at her offended by Andrew’s cruel comment, “Wait what? He did what?”

“Yeah, you heard me and it’s as bad as you think it is.”

Jackson turns angry at DeLuca for hurting Amber when she was trying to help him and it shows in his eyes, “I am gonna kick his ass.”

“I might beat you to it.” Amber sniffles, “I know it’s hard to accept help when you need it and I can’t force him like I couldn’t force my mom. I know he didn’t ask for this mental illness but the way he’s going its…”

“Frustrating?” Amber nods at Jackson’s suggestion, “Yeah you sound like me when me and April were having our problems. Does Alex know about this?”

“No nobody but you knows about this. If I tell him it’s gonna make him pity me and I can’t stand having people pity me. ‘Oh, the poor little girl with the crazy mom, crazy brother and crazy boyfriend’ I saw it in his eyes at the hospital after Aaron attacked me and I cannot do that again. God, I know he didn’t ask for this curse but I really hate Andrew for doing this to me. It sounds horrible I know.”

“No, it’s not you’re not horrible.” Jackson states kindly, “Your just tired and you’ve more than earned the right to be. We’re both doctors so we both know that it could have been the illness that said it and it doesn’t make him inherently selfish but it is selfish of him to bring you down with him and not doing anything about it.”

“I know, I know believe me I have recited that mantra with my mom, my brother and now…” Amber looks up at the dark sky in agony, “Is there something wrong with me?”

Jackson can immediately tell what she’s thinking and shakes his head, “No there is nothing wrong with you.”

“Because I feel like everyone, I love ends up bonkers in the end so I think maybe I’m cursed like I have a pheromone that drives people crazy and makes them attack me when I try to help.” Amber wipes a stray tear away, “If that’s the case I have the worst superpower in the world.”

“Listen to me.” Jackson grips Amber’s biceps to bring her back from that dark hole in her head, “None of that was your fault it was just…a few bad spins at the genetic wheel. You didn’t do anything wrong.” This makes Amber’s lips quiver as she’s near in tears, “This is not your fault.”

“Please stop.” Amber orders as she breaks out of his hold, “Hearing that there was no logical reason for this new mental case in my life doesn’t make me feel better. It just makes me feel like I am destined to suffer for life because of my family and the person I love. So just please stop consoling me because I will cry and I really hate crying and the person who made me cry and I can’t afford to hate you too please don’t make me hate you.”

“Okay, okay it’s okay.” Jackson rubs her arms and talks soothingly, “You’re not gonna hate me I promise. No matter what happens with DeLuca I’ll be there for you, you know that right?”

Amber nods knowing full well if she can’t trust Andrew to get help when he needs it, she can at least trust Jackson to be there to pick her up in the aftermath. Over the past 2 years their relationship has grown from wingman to friends to surrogate siblings. She never told anyone this but she considers Jackson a big brother taking Aaron’s spot when he’s not here. He does what Aaron would do in this situation, comfort her and reassure her that he is always in her corner no matter how awful she is to him.

Suddenly Jackson’s phone beeps and he looks at it with a worried look causing her to be curious, “What is it?”

“DeLuca is here right now.”

Amber’s relief is stalled as she has a question in the way, “Why did they page you for that?”

Later

Amber quickly walks inside the pit with Jackson to find Carina and Andrew by the trauma room arguing in Italian. She sees the damage clear as day from Andrew’s hands that are frozen red, black and blue. The sight horrifies her but she keeps going with Andrew not giving her the time of day.

“Look will you all stop!” Andrew yells out in English, “I need to get back out there the pit is overrun it’s not that bad.”

“Oh god.” Amber throws a towel over his shoulders and opens the exam room door, “Get in right the hell now before your fingers start to decay and fall off!”

“She says as gently as she can.” Jackson supports as he leads an annoyed Andrew inside the room, “In now.”

Andrew is still defiant while Jackson gets to work, “Everyone is overexaggerating okay? We’re taking away your resources from actual patients that need us. Stop.” Amber scoffs at Andrew refusing to see that his hands can’t keep still because they are still cold to the core. While she pinches the bridge of her nose Carina admonishes Andrew for his reckless behavior in Italian clearly pissed. Andrew responds back in his native tongue still insistent his condition doesn’t warrant concern. Jackson sends Simms to get the supplies to start defrosting his hands leaving them.

“Okay I don’t know what you are saying but I am guessing your still insisting on going back out there despite the fact your hands are still shaking not to mention blue, red and black.”

“Can you just stay out of this? I don’t need your help.” Andrew snaps at Amber who looks at him offended.

“You clearly needed it when you went out there in an 8-degree blizzard that left your hands frozen solid!” Andrew rolls his eyes at me that pisses Amber off more, “Meanwhile I was here calling you and worrying about you wondering if you froze to death!”

Andrew looks at her with a vicious glint, “Well, I’m sorry for trying to save a little girl while you pinned over me on the phone.”

Amber shakes her head in shock over Andrew trying to make himself into the hero and her into the villain. She pulls her hair back trying to rein in her emotions while Jackson worked on Andrew who is still insistent that he is fine.

“Stop this is ridiculous. I need to treat patients.”

“You’re not treating patients like this.” Carina tells Andrew frustrated, “W-Who are you gonna treat? Andrea you're not a doctor right now.”

“Can we get my sister out of here, please?” Jackson is too busy to listen to Andrew.

“DeLuca, I've been doing this all day, so I need you to listen close. If you do not let me treat you exactly the way I need to, you will lose one or both of your hands, and your future as a surgeon, okay? So sit tight, shut the hell up, and let me get you thawed out.” That stopped Andrew as he sat still while Jackson worked. Amber leaves the room feeling frustrated and not wanting to risk hitting Andrew while Avery tries to save his surgical career.

Two Hours Later

Carina and Amber walk side by side towards Andrew’s room looking to see how he is after Jackson defrosted his hands as best as he could. Amber spent that time working in the pit channeling her rage into treating patients and it mostly worked as she is calmer now but still angry at Andrew for risking his life without even talking to her about it. She makes a note to herself to bring that up later sensing that he is still raw and will probably snap at the first attack. They pass Jackson as he exits the room and see Andrew in bed in a hospital gown with topical cream covering his still blue and black hands.

“I’m not really in the mood for visitors.” Andrew bluntly states.

Amber inhales and exhales, “Look um I just thought you should know that Elisa is okay, she’s in the PICU and she’s stable…thanks to you. So, I just wanted you to know that.”

“I do know that.” Andrew responds coldly, “And I also know that if you'd had it your way, I wouldn't have gone out there, and that little girl would be dead. So, I guess you're thanking me for not talking to you first.”

Amber closes her eyes as she senses déjà vu from the night of their fight. It started with him refusing to see the error of his ways and ended with him saying that without him in her life she would have ended up like her father.

Carina steps in to try, “Andrea, we were just worried about you. Okay, this is just like when Papa-”

“I'm not him, okay?! I'm not him! For the first time in my career, I'm succeeding on my own, without anybody's help. Why can't you just be happy for me and accept that? Why-Why-Why do you always got to accuse me of-of not being well?”

Amber sighs and tries to make him see why they have concerns, “There is a history here Andrew-”

Andrew interrupts her with a comment that takes Amber by surprise in a bad way, “Okay, well I didn’t accuse you of having schizophrenia when you had a panic attack on our first date, did I?” Amber stands there with her eyes wide as they look hurt and shock by a new low Andrew achieved in their relationship, “You know what if your gonna keep badgering me and saying I have a problem then you should probably get out of my place!”

Carina tries to step in while Amber is still frozen in shock looking close to tears, “Andrea-”

“I asked you to leave!” Andrew continues not bothering to see how much this is hurting Amber, “I don’t need you here Amber!”

Amber can only respond in a broken voice, “You don’t mean that.”

Andrew keeps going still talking down to her despite his vulnerable state, “Your right, it’s not that I don’t need you, it’s that I don’t want you here, GET OUT!”

Amber takes a deep breath so she can keep her tears to herself to not give him the satisfaction. She promptly turns around, walks out the door and slams the door behind her as hard as humanly possible hoping it makes it clear that she is done with him just like he’s done with her.

That Night

Jackson sips his glass of whiskey ready for a good night’s sleep after about 10 hours of debriding frost bite. After his shift he ran into Vic and they made up not even remembering what their fight was about. She suggested they meet at his place but he said no saying he predicts he has a friend coming over tonight. Now he’s still up waiting for his friend to show up after the fight he heard outside DeLuca’s room.

He hears a knock on the door of his penthouse causing him to groan softly but stand up. He walks to the door and as he expected Amber Karev is on the other side looking numb from heartbreak with a suitcase and duffle bag by her side.

He looks at her in sympathy and simply takes her duffle bag indicating the answer to her soon to be asked question.

“I’m sorry Amber.” Jackson can only say with Amber sniffling.

“Can I crash at your place?”

“Of course, come in.” He opens the door and allows her in where she drags her suitcase with her, and he closes the door.

[jodilin65]

FRIDAY, JUNE 29, 2001 Yesterday was Tom’s 44th birthday. We went to the dentist first, but I ended up not being seen. The waiting room wasn’t crowded, and it seemed like a nice place, but we didn’t like the way they handled things. They told us we needed to pay $62 for a certain set of X-rays our insurance wouldn’t cover. They should’ve told us this up front. Also, what’s the point in having insurance if we have to pay for this and pay for that? So, Tom’s going to check into another dentist for me.

On the way there, there was a pig in front of us who turned into the Maricopa substation where I report without bothering to turn his signal on. Yeah, you fucking pig. Break the laws, why don’t you?! Then, after you’ve practiced what you preach, go out and arrest others for doing the same damn thing. Fucking mother-fuckers! I hate pigs!

So, we had like 4.5 hours to kill.

We went to Fry’s electronics store and ended up getting a refurbished printer. It’s great. It’s a Canon, rather than an Epson. It’s faster and it has separate compartments for each color. The printing quality is about the same, though.

We checked out an awesome pet store with a great selection of all kinds of animals – rodents, rabbits, birds, dogs, lizards and snakes. I even held a snake for the first time. It felt kind of weird. They had some reptiles I’d never even heard of. Some weird frogs and lizards.

They also had a great selection of cages and accessories, and Tom and I agreed to get this perfect rat cage we saw as soon as we could. The bars are a little closer, so smaller rats can’t climb out, and it’s got wire shelves instead of plastic Snap-On ones. I hate the plastic ones because they piss all over them, and when I go to pop them off, piss goes flying everywhere. I definitely got a $160 waste here, but I’ll keep it in the dining area corner for Little Buddy to play in when he’s out running around. It can be like a playroom for him. This cage is a little over $100. Not quite as tall as this one when it’s fully set up, but taller than when it’s partially set up. It’s a little wider but not as deep. It’s about 4’ tall.

We also went to Dairy Queen and slowly and leisurely had blizzards. His was chocolate chip cookie dough and mine was M&M’s candy.

Our last couple of stops were to Circle K and then to Helen’s. Helen reminded me that I showed signs of strength and perseverance when it came to being in that jail. Yeah, I’m still amazed I survived 6 months of jail! Especially county time. I had told her that it bothered me to be forced to cower down to Nancy’s threats to keep my visitation and commissary, but she said that that was being strong. Well, I didn’t feel very strong that night, but I get her point.

We talked about the pros and cons the whole ordeal has had on me.

She said she’s almost done with reading November and looks forward to reading more, which she promises not to share with Scot. Speaking of which, I decided to get April, the most important month to me, typed up before I do March. I decided to skip to April just in case they do decide to storm this place and take the drafts so they can feel powerful and proud of themselves for knowing they controlled someone else and their stuff. I doubt it’ll happen, but you know how paranoid this whole ordeal has made me! You never do know when it comes to those in law enforcement.

I quit my Theo, which was causing me to have a hard time sleeping. Now the only hard part is getting up after 6-8 hours of sleep. My body wants to sleep 9-11 hours, it’s ridiculous. I don’t know why I need so much sleep. Not every day, but more days than not, I could sleep that long. Tomorrow I have to get up early cuz the black bitch said so, pick up bottles, go grocery shopping, then Sunday I’ll sleep in.

The lights have been on late the last couple of nights at Dan’s, but I haven’t heard or seen anyone.

Tom and I decided it wouldn’t be good to dump the extra mice outdoors in case enough of them survive to multiply like hell and cause us to become overrun with them. Tonight I’m going to pick a pair for breeding and separate them until and if I notice the female’s pregnant. As soon as I see she is, I’ll put her back with the females and him back with the males.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 27, 2001 Scot could show up any sec. In the meantime, I thought I’d jot down some ideas.

I decided it might be best to let all the mice live together. That way, it’s easier to do a variety of different cage setups. It might be neat to just let them breed naturally, then once we start getting too many babies, we can give the ones we like the least as feed for the outdoor animals. I’ll see what Tom’s opinion of this is, but I doubt he’ll like it. I think he’d prefer to keep the males separate from the females and to breed selectively.

Meanwhile, I’m still going to go ahead with what we agreed on as far as pairing up a white and black mouse for breeding this weekend.

There were no lights on at Dan’s at all last night. This confuses me all the more. There have been enough lights for enough days in a row to tell me someone’s living there, but then why would they not be there last night?

Every now and then Tom brings home Jolly Rancher hard candies when he has meetings where people have them. They’re the kind I’d get in jail.

TUESDAY, JUNE 26, 2001 I’m expecting Scot to be here any minute. He could be, anyway, if he stuck to last week’s pattern. Besides, he said he was planning on stopping out a couple of times a month, so he’s only got 5 more days in which to do it. Actually, he’s got 4. I don’t think he makes house calls on weekends. I expect him tomorrow or Friday if he doesn’t show up today. Probably not Thursday because he should know I see Helen that day.

None of the babies from the second batch ended up making it. This weekend, I’m going to pair up a couple from the first batch. A white one with a dark brown one.

MONDAY, JUNE 25, 2001 Teddy Bear, are you in M Dorm right now? I miss you! God, do I ever!

The monsoons have hit early this year. They usually don’t show up till early August, but here they are, and it’s only late June. It’s cloudy and humid. Not too stormy yet, though. Besides clouds and humidity, all we really have is some rain and wind. Not steady or heavy rain, though. The fierce winds that knock the power out haven’t arrived yet when we get there’s tons of thunder, lightning and rain.

Had a little freeloader-related stress this morning, but what else is new? There’ll be anxiety and paranoia connected to them for many years to come. Maybe even as long as I live.

I woke up with one of my funny feelings. I was reluctant to get up, but I finally pulled myself up out of bed saying to myself – let’s see what problems the freeloaders have made for me today. Sure enough, there was a message from Scot saying he and Helen talked about my case, and Helen gave him some information he needed to talk to me about. My first thought was that something in the journal bothered him (I sure hope Helen hasn’t given him a copy of that). I’m always paranoid about being accused of making some bogus threat, or that they’re going to come in here and take my journal drafts before I can get them typed up. However, all it turned out to be about was my needing to see someone else for the mental health screening which Helen’s going to recommend me to. Hopefully, our insurance will cover it and I’ll only have to see them once.

Last night Dan’s place was lit up Dan-style. Tonight, though, it’s dark. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were her and she just happened to have the last 3 nights off, last night as being part of the new week, and isn’t there now because she’s usually in M Dorm on Mondays? I wish! She wouldn’t keep his name on the mailbox if it were her.

SATURDAY, JUNE 23, 2001 Someone’s definitely living in Dan’s now. There were about 3 lights on last night and one of them was turned off just after 10:00. Well, unless she had the night off, it wasn’t Teddy Bear. I think it’s Dan. Especially if his last name, Dadlow, is still on the mailbox. I think that at the same time he bought a new house, he bought a new vehicle and that’s why it’s been quiet as far as engine gunning goes, along with the fact that it’s a bit hot to sit outside gunning engines. I think it’s been quiet music-wise because it’s been too hot to open the windows to let others hear it. I think he sold his Indiana house and that’s why he’s here at this time of year. It’s certainly too quiet to be freeloaders and I don’t see how they could afford a new home, anyway, even if this is one of the smallest and probably cheapest models they have. It’s no doubt a cookie-cutter that was used as a model on display in their lot in the center of town. I’m sure he bought the new house with the money from the sale of his Indiana place. I’ll have to look for patterns to get a sense of when the lights go out and how often.

Last night I was missing my other love, my second love, so bad I was nearly in tears. Hour after hour, day after day, this woman is on my mind. I can’t get her off of it! Although it’s a wonderful feeling falling in love with someone, a part of me wishes it never happened. It’d be easier if it hadn’t, but it did, so obviously it was meant to be. Sorry, Teddy Bear! I didn’t mean to fall for you. You were only supposed to turn me on, not steal my heart! I just don’t know what it is with her. If my type’s usually feminine and Spanish, Indian, Asian, and even Italian in some cases, then what is it with this dyky, 5’ 10”, 200-pound redhead with acne? I guess it’s just her winning personality, I don’t know. All I know is I miss her, and – ich liebe dich, Teddy Bear!

One by one the babies from batch number 2 are dying. I guess that because the Gray Lady’s in such shit shape, that’s why the babies aren’t making it. There started off with 9 babies and now there’s only 1 left.

Later…

It’s Dan. It has to be. No, I don’t hear any music or engine gunning, but the lighting patterns are a dead giveaway. Quite often, after the sun set and the temperature cooled down a bit, he’d have his back door open and the carport all lit up. The fact that he never had the old place hauled away tells me it’s him too, along with the fact that there was never a ‘sold’ sign and that his name remained on the box. He’s better than blacks or Mexicans, but I’d have preferred my Teddy Bear! Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe she’ll still want to eventually move into this area if she doesn’t before I see her again, and she can live on this land. Wouldn’t that be convenient?! Seems too good to be true, though. I just can’t see it. But that’s what I said about other things, and as I’ve learned - sometimes the things we fantasize about really do become a reality! It just sucks that I have to wait another 310 days to find out for sure just what happens next!

Woke up at 114 pounds today, the lowest I’ve been since coming home. About 5 days ago, all of a sudden and quite miraculously, I quit being hungry all the time. I’m stuck for it, though, and I know I’ll be back to around 120. I always end up back there.

I was thinking about Tom and our relationship. Again, the love continues to grow with time, but it’s just not new and exciting like it would be with Teddy Bear till she too, was no longer new and exciting. I want to explore new horizons with Teddy Bear, but I don’t want to give up what’s comfortable. Meaning I don’t have to worry about explaining myself to Teddy Bear so she knows and understands me or having to deal with things like my not being able to sleep with her. But with Tom, he knows I can’t sleep with him, is OK with it, and as far as I’m concerned – why should I give up someone who accepts me as I am and who knows/understands me inside and out? The good thing about having Teddy Bear as a side dish and not full-time is that it’ll keep things special for longer. If we saw each other every day and even lived with each other, then the flame would die faster.

I wonder, though, just how accurate are my vibes/logic as far as what the future holds for her and me. Will we really ever even see each other again? Will it be intimate? Will she be OK with it? Could I be wrong about assuming she couldn’t fall in love with me and wouldn’t want me full-time anyway? I know I’ve been wrong before, but so far, she seems so accepting of me and my life as it is that I think she’ll be OK with it. It’s not like she didn’t know about Tom up front. If he was a problem for her, I doubt she’d have shown any interest in me back, after I let her know I was interested in her.

Because my printer’s out of ink, and because Tom hasn’t picked up the new printer he mentioned getting that’s refurbished and supposedly more efficient, he hooked an old dot matrix up to my computer that Mary had given him.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 20, 2001 I hope Helen’s contacted Scot some way or another.

It’s actually a bit stormy out there. So far, all we got are clouds and gusts of wind. No rain yet. There’s some heat lightning too, but not the big lightning bolts you get with the monsoon season I’m looking way forward to.

First the kitchen sink starts leaking, then my toilet handle breaks, and now the bottom kitchen drawer’s broken. New shit like that in houses this young don’t do that. They just don’t do that! Old curses really never die. It’s too bad I’m a woman of change, adventure and variety, cuz some things just never change.

Well, we didn’t screw, but we did do some things. He gave me a nice long back rub and went down on me at my asking him to. He had to stop, though, cuz his jaw got achy after not doing this in so long. I’m just grateful for these 3 things: that I don’t want a kid, that I don’t care if he doesn’t cum, and that I don’t desire him like crazy since we rarely have sex anyway. It’s Teddy Bear I’ve been desiring. It’s not that Tom’s bad in bed. He made me feel really good today, as a matter of fact. It’s just not new anymore. I need a change thrown in every now and then for variety.

TUESDAY, JUNE 19, 2001 Little Buddy was getting to be a real Houdini there, so once again, I popped off the wire top and made a roof with the plastic shelves. The edges of the wire roof were a bit bigger, enabling him to squeeze through them, so this is why I have solid shelves there now.

Tomorrow’s the day Tom said we had a “date,” although we may not necessarily screw, as he said. If this sounds cold – I don’t care, but I don’t want to screw him. I want Teddy Bear to go down on me.

Got a visit from Scot today. I figured he’d come this week while he thought Tom was out. He came at 2:30. It’s 8:00 now and Tom’s still at work. They’ve been jostling his hours around lately.

For some reason, I was a bit nervous about Scot’s visit and he left a bad vibe lingering in the air. I’m still paranoid, and hopefully just paranoid, that I’m either going to get framed for something else I didn’t do, ordered to lose control of my body by being ordered to be drugged up by shrinks, have our house ransacked, and God knows what else. I’m still worried about this job issue, too. It’s only a matter of time before he presses that issue, and believe me, the guy’s a stickler for following rules. He made it very clear to me how much he needs me to do what the court’s ordered to “cover his butt” (like it needs covering – right!) and see that I don’t get in trouble. He needs it in writing from Helen whether or not she thinks I need further mental health treatment or meds. They took my freedom, but they aren’t getting my body, too. No way are they going to force me to take drugs and I don’t care what any court says. Even I have to put my foot down at times and have a little say in my own life/body.

A part of me still has a nagging feeling that says we’re stupid to stick around, but you know Tom – always eager to do the right thing. Yeah well, what do you do when you cooperate with the law, but it doesn’t cooperate with you? No normal human being could go through what I went through without being skeptical and paranoid of anyone connected to law enforcement. Until and if proven different, anyone in the system is a potential enemy as far as I’m concerned.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid, as I said. This is standard procedure he’s following, so I shouldn’t assume that just because unfair things have already happened they’re going to want to dope me up, too. And I still intend to put my foot down when the job issue is brought up. I did mention writing a book, but he didn’t comment or question it. I said this as we were entering my office.

Anyway, since I couldn’t get through to Helen (her area code changed) I left Tom a message at work. He later called to tell me he left Helen a message. She needs to step on it before I get thrown back in jail on account of her. She should’ve gotten the mail to Scot by now. So Tom told her what was needed and all I can do is hope for the best. It wouldn’t be fair for me to have to go to jail because of her, but I know not to pray to God for help on that one. Not in his grand unfair world so obviously designed to be the way it is!

Anyway, Scot came in with one of those fucking forms for me to fill out regarding general info. He saw most of the house, minus the retreat and closets. This stupid idiot put the stubborn bottles in the pail and he got the wrong idea for a minute there or at least a little suspicious. As much as I hate to have to explain myself to anybody, I told him that I don’t bother with bottles with stubborn labels that just won’t come off. I’ll be sure never to put the bad bottles there again, though!

One of the things that made me nervous about his visit, though I did my best to hide it, was his own nervousness. Or so it seemed, anyway. He seemed very antsy and like he couldn’t stand to look me in the eye. I don’t know if I was intimidating him in any way, if he was just nervous about being in a stranger’s house he’s never been in before, or if he was hiding something. His reassuring me that he was just trying to keep me out of trouble was rather unnerving to me. I learned that it’s those who say stuff like that and tell me everything’s going to be OK that turn out to be liars.

SUNDAY, JUNE 17, 2001 The Gray Lady had 9 babies today and one was stillborn. It doesn’t look like she or the babies are going to make it, though. The Gray Lady’s very weak. I guess having so many babies has taken its toll on her. She hasn’t been nursing, either, but she is in the process of building them a nest, so we’ll see.

We sexed and segregated the bigger babies yesterday. It turns out that there are 6 girls and 6 boys. We both got bit by the same mouse too, but Tom got it worse cuz he was bleeding. Just a little pinhole of blood, though.

I miss my Teddy Bear so much! I didn’t know it’d be so hard at times! Sometimes I just want to cry, I miss her so much. I can’t get her off my mind. I think of her for hours every day. Guess I really fell in love with the woman as well as in lust with her. I hope she’s missing me just as much, but somehow, I doubt that. Wouldn’t she have broken down and called if she did?

Mary and I swap emails occasionally. I had sent her a picture of the first batch of pinkies. She told me a little about Ma’s trip (she’s back home now).

Geneva gave us a puzzle I don’t think I want to do. It’s some kind of maze that you have to hope to assemble correctly since all the pieces fit. I don’t think I want anything that challenging. Takes the fun out of it.

I called and left a message for Gina, letting her know we dropped off 68 bottles and picked up a bunch more. She was out at the time we made the pickup. I’ve got a running total of 533 bottles so far. I also asked her to call me if she knew of any home jobs. As I figured would be the case, I never heard from her.

There was a light on in back of Dan’s house last night that was turned off late in the night, but I’m still not sure if anyone’s actually living there yet. Tom saw people over there today but said they just looked like workers. What’s taking them so long to set the place up? It’s too quiet to be Dan living there, and this is the time of year he’s supposed to be in Indiana, but it’s got to be Dan who’s still the owner, cuz his name’s still on the mailbox. Wouldn’t new owners have changed that by now?

We had fun Friday night. We left here around 6:00 and went to the bookstore and got ourselves lots of books, using our old ones for credit.

Then we went to Walgreens. I got myself another sports bra and 5 lipsticks. Two look good, one looks OK, and two don’t look good at all. At least they were cheap.

Our last stop was Red Lobster. My lobster was so good!

FRIDAY, JUNE 15, 2001 Today’s our 7th anniversary! We’ll be going to Red Lobster, Walgreens, the grocery store, and the bookstore, too. It’s so nice going places that aren’t freeloader-related!

Last night the carport was all lit up at Dan’s, but I checked from 8 PM till after midnight, and there were never any house lights on. Tom said he thinks the workers left it on. But why would they need light in the daytime? It appears they’re not going to haul away the old trailer. I hope they don’t hook electricity and plumbing up to it and divide/sell the acreage. We have enough houses here as it is, and we’re still one day bound to find two more houses in back, and God knows how many to the east and north of us.

Saw Helen yesterday. It was good to see her. I gave her the first half of the sentence and told her I was typing up the second half. I gave her the highlights, and she let me know that yes, the reason she hadn’t called Scot back yet was that she was waiting for me to sign a release of information form, which I did. He sent her more than I thought he would and more than seems necessary. Things like my terms of probation. How are my terms that don’t relate to therapy relevant to Helen? And Helen said something about him wanting to know what we talk about. At first I thought to myself – it’s none of his business what we talk about, this is confidential, but then again, do I really care? No. What we discuss is really no big secret; I was falsely accused by the pigs and my perpetrators of sending something I didn’t, and even if I did, the sentence I got for it was ludicrous. I already told him this. She can record our talks and play it for him for all I care. I won’t be saying anything to Helen I wouldn’t say to Tom, Scot, the freeloaders, and their connections.

Little Buddy, my rat that thinks he’s a dog, busted loose last night after I ignored his begging to come out and went into my office. A few minutes later, he came waltzing into my office to join me there. It doesn’t look like escaping will be a major problem like it was with Houdini, though.

TUESDAY, JUNE 12, 2001 Yesterday I received a very nice letter from Mary, saying she’s ecstatic to know I’m willing to write her story for her, calling me her lifesaver and saying how glad she is to have found me for a friend. Well, she’s going to write it, I guess, and I’m going to type it. I just wish her handwriting wasn’t so hard to read! She thought the journal excerpts from when we were cellies and she told Palma I had a crush on her were fabulous. She said she’s so unsure about how to go about having the book done that she wants done, even if it’ll help just one person. Just one person, she says. I understand. I mean, it makes perfect sense to me. Anyway, Tom and I agreed that the best place to start is by her sending me what she wants typed. My only concern is how to get it out there once it’s typed up. As we learned, publishing is no simple task. One step at a time, though – let’s get the story typed up.

In her first letter to me, she said she wanted it to be about Gretchen, but this time around she said she wants to start by telling the story of her life, and all about how her father abused her mother when she was carrying her. She said the doctors told her to abort her, saying the damage was so bad she was sure to lose her. Doctors always try to encourage women to have abortions or tell them they can’t have any more kids and try to prepare them for the worst possible case scenario. That way they feel they aren’t getting the woman’s hopes up.

She said she’s already written several clips of her life, but sent them home to family, which she says she could have sent to me.

Mary closes part one of her letter (there’s another envelope coming) by saying she understands the terms of my probation and that if there’s anything I don’t want to say in a letter, I can call her aunt, whose number she gave me.

Again, I’m not going to write to her weekly like I do with Paula, but I’m not going to turn my back on her, either. And I don’t care what Scot says, should I bring it up to him, but so far, Scot seems pretty cool. I think he’d be willing to work with me on this, but like I said, I’m going to write Mary’s story for her with or without his cooperation. She’s my friend and no one’s going to tell me we can’t be friends.

MONDAY, JUNE 11, 2001 It’s Monday. Teddy Bear, are you in M? I miss you! Do you miss me, too? I hope so.

Tom and I are definitely done with sex, but I’m OK with it. I simply haven’t enjoyed it for years.

The babies are getting pretty active and independent.

FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 2001 The freeloaders just seized control of my bladder, which means I can’t pee till I get to Scot’s and see if he wants me to put on any piss shows. We’re going to leave in an hour.

Depending on how early he gets out of work on Friday the 15th, our 7th anniversary, we might go to Red Lobster. That’s the day they’ll start booming again too, if they stick to last year’s schedule, so keeping a schedule will be even easier. I allow myself one day off a week, usually a Saturday or a Sunday, where my schedule doesn’t revolve around the freeloaders, and I catch up on my sleep. By then I usually need 10-11 hours, after sleeping less than 8 hours a night for a week.

Later…

No piss test today. Just quickly saw Scot in a little courtroom you’d never think existed in such a tiny town that’s not even incorporated. But, with the way Arizona goes after so many people for the dumbest things, I guess they’d need it.

I asked him how the wedding was. He said it was good. Especially since he wasn’t the one getting married. He said he’d try to make it out to the house this month, but with the warrant team he’s on, he’s been busy (he’s like a bounty hunter, going after those that skip).

So for now, once again my bladder belongs to me, and so does my sleep. Tomorrow I’m sleeping in.

I miss my Teddy Bear!

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 6, 2001 I was supposed to go to the new dentist today, but it got rescheduled to Tom’s birthday. That’s two appointments I’ll have that day. The dentist and Helen.

The babies are starting to crawl and The Gray Lady’s obviously pregnant again. As soon as they’re born, I’ll pull the males from the first batch, along with Brownie and Skunkhead.

MONDAY, JUNE 4, 2001 No piss test was required on the 1st when we went to check in with Scot in Maricopa, but this is only because he wasn’t there. Some guy was filling in for him while he was at a wedding. We were in and out really fast.

Instead of dropping off the bottles I’d done at the recycling center, we dropped them off at this guy’s place on our way to the recycling center. That way the guy doesn’t have to go pick them up. Then we picked up over 200 bottles, which is good because Tom has to work this Saturday and might not be able to take me in to get any. Now that I know they don’t check the bottles, I don’t worry about being such a perfectionist. Some of those labels just won’t come off all the way no matter how long and hard I scrub! Others fall right off. I’m keeping a running total on the computer. I’ve done 232 so far.

Not that I’m complaining but both last weekend and this weekend, Tom never hit me for sex. Last weekend, out of curiosity, I asked him what made him change his mind. He said he didn’t, but that he had a lot of work to do and that I didn’t seem interested. True, but I don’t think he was interested either. It’s Teddy Bear I want sexually. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it is. I love Tom dearly but am sick to death of sex with him and I have been for years. I love him more and more each year, and as long as I know he loves me, we don’t need to have sex. Meanwhile, Teddy Bear will be my playmate till I get sick of sex with her, too. How do I know it’ll turn sexual with us? I just do. It’s inevitable.

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Okay, I’m-a rant because I’m mad. 

TL;DR: The old lore was GenjixMercy, but the new lore designer has decided that continuity doesn’t matter and that grooming is actually okay because his friend’s ship gets to win, while aggressively attacking and blocking fans for the pushback on Twitter. This is after all of the other Overwatch backlash in which fans have said that at least the lore is still good/fun/interesting, now being catered to by someone who has Pharmercy fans as friends instead of continuing lore as-is.

I will start with: I am a queer lady who likes queer ships. HOWEVER. They are erasing the evidence of a straight ship with a queer ship, which would be FINE if it was a story thing, because stuff happens in life. However,  the story and lore that is already established makes this ship not queer, but straight-up grooming. 

Some lore, by Michael Chu (former Senior Designer of Lore for Overwatch)

So in Overwatch, there is a straight ship called Gency, or EmerGency, between Mercy, the medic, and Genji, the cybernetic ninja. It’s honestly very cute, as the story between them goes: 

Genji, the second son of a mob boss, is embarassing the mob family, and is “killed” by his brother. In reality, he is stabbed within an inch of his life, and left to die. Overwatch, the multi-national team of heroes, finds Genji half-dead, and manages to save his life with experimental cybernetics implanted by the medic Mercy. He hates her, hates his implants, hates his life, wants to die. 

But he’s also pretty pissed at his brother, so he joins Overwatch and begrudgingly begins to learn how to use his cybernetics to train and become a hero for good, to both get back at his Mafia family, and specifically to fight his brother again. During this, there is a lot of physical therapy (professional, not flirty) where they talk about a lot of things, including the state of the world at war, cybernetics, family, redemption... And it’s implied that they get a very trusting relationship out of everything. 

However, Genji is still grappling with his identity as a mostly-cybernetic person, so he leaves Overwatch to go train with the omnic monks (that is, sentient robot monks, including another champion named Zenyatta) to come to terms with being half human and half omnic. During this, Mercy and Genji exchange letters, and in many voice interactions are either flirting, caring about each other (crying each other’s names if one of them dies in battle), or teasing each other. It’s all very above-board, very sweet, and heavily implied. There’s even two Valentine’s Day interactions, which other characters do not have. In fact, the only other character with an interaction (when this debuted in 2019) was Hanzo, Genji’s brother, chiding him for buying chocolates. 

Cut to now. Michael Chu has left Overwatch and Blizzard, and now we have a new Senior Designer of Lore named  Gavin Jurgens-Fyhrie. Gavin (his name is long, forgive me) has been aggressively blocking everyone on Twitter who mentions Gency, which at this point is implied canon as far as interactions/comics/background goes, and aggressively promoting Pharmercy, which is Pharah and Mercy. It has been noted that this person is friends with an aggressive Twitter user ClearTogether, who has been noted for being toxic with fans of whatever isn’t her ship, and has explicitly been catering to them. 

There is also evidence that this non-employee fan has been given lore and game updates that have yet to be released, 

Now, the problem with this other than the weird fan thing, is that Mercy has known Pharah since she was a kid. 

Everyone in this image is an adult with the exception of Pharah, the little girl. 

Now, that’s fucking creepy. Mercy is like 20 in this photo, and Pharah is no older than ten. And while it has been like fifteen/twenty years since this photo was taken (evidenced by the fact that Reaper (the hooded guy) Ana (arms around Pharah) Soldier (Blonde guy next to Ana) Reinhardt (muscles) Torbjorn (beard) and Cassidy (cowboy hat) are old enough to be mostly gray, people ship Pharah with Mercy because A. They are good together in team comp, and B. Mercy ages slowly due to her healing tech. 

But aging slowly is just biologically. She is still, canonically-in-human-age, much much older. She has many voice lines toward Pharah that comment on A. Working with her mother/how proud her mother is of her, and B. How much Pharah as grown since she was a little girl. Another controversy is, some of these voice lines are being taken out. 

Now, I’m annoyed but if you want to read the full account on the hellsite that is Reddit, you can here: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/Overwatch/comments/15qq8yv/are_they_stopping_the_genii_mercy_ship/

I’ve done the research, but they have more, and it’s really creepy to see this being pushed as something sweet, especially since we know if Mercy was a dude, we’d all be crying foul. (Also Overwatch has plenty of canon queer characters *without grooming in them*! Soldier is queer and has a partner. Tracer, a younger hero, is a lesbian and her girlfriend Emily has shown up in comics. (She is not a hero, and neither is Soldier’s partner, so they are not shown.) Lifeweaver is a new champ that is written as an MLM (man loving man, not multi-level marketing, lol) so they are aware that representation is important. (You can still bitch about Overwatch dropping new representation whenever a new scandal comes up, because fuck Blizzard.)

....Honestly, the reddit will have more to say that I can, because I’m really just reporting what I’ve read there, and I know people will come at me which is annoying because I am JUST THE MESSENGER, but it is what it is. 

Say what you want about Sega and Sonic Team with ships, at least they're not Blizzard.

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okay I don’t want to say too much before the final part of Genesis is out (and the hero mission)

but I’m glad other people are noticing it and not just me

Gabriel really seems to be getting shoved to the side in this ‘documentary’ even tho he’s supposed to be the strike commander at this time (this is the original OW strike team which was under his lead) and also Jack is already in his strike commander outfit

I talked way long back in my “dissertation” it seemed like a possibility in universe Gabriel seemed to be intentionally pushed down to prop Jack up on a pedestal as to not besmirch his image and a post Zurich smear campaign/Jack propaganda campaign was run and I wonder if the is is intentionally part of it

(as far as Jack being the one to shake Mina’s had it was established that he was the one who wanted to invite her on so I’m not sure about counting that interaction yet)

or if blizzard just hates Gabriel Reyes (which we know they do) and/or they forgot Gabriel was originally strike commander

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Incoming rant about overwatch Kiriko LOL

Not to be a downer but I really fucking hate Kiriko 😭 Specifically in the lore cuz in game she’s whatever but god I can’t stand her lore. Not only does her story contradict and ruin the shimadas story/timeline, but overall she feels like such a wattpad oc. Blizzard really couldn’t be creative enough to create an interesting character that’s related to the shimadas without being an exact copy of them. Of course she’s a ninja and can fight exactly like the brothers, obviously she needs a spirit fox that somehow is (lore wise) even stronger than the dragons.

Absolutely hate that overwatch broke their one rule of “No magic” with Kiriko. The dragons have been stated before to be some type to technology, why couldn’t they do the same with her? At least with zenyatta Ow has come out to state that his abilities aren’t canon to the lore, the same could’ve been stated with Kirikos magic healing and teleport but instead THEY’RE ACTUALLY CANON. It would’ve been cooler if her fox was some kind of omnic, like it was built as a robotic pet but got a conscience and acted kinda like bastion. It could’ve been so interesting to see less humanoid robots become omnics. But instead blizzard had to scramble to explain why this random girl would have a powerful fox spirit.

I also can’t stand that sojiros reveal, something we’ve been waiting for since the dragons cinematic, is shown through kirikos dumbass story. You’re meaning to tell me that the majority/only times we’ve seen sojiro AND get lore from him is through kiriko? Not even through his two fucking sons. It would’ve been a thousand times more impactful through a flashback of hanzo or genji but it’s instead by someone that isn’t even a part of the family. Adding on top of that, like I said before, we’ve gotten the most lore of sojiro THROUGH KIRIKO. Him telling her that silly story of protecting the city is the most we’ve gotten from him and it wasn’t even from his sons.

Last thing I’ll mention is how much I dislike how they’ve handled her relationship with the brothers. Sure, it makes sense that genji would try to be her friend but I highly doubt hanzo would care lol. And even if he did it feels like such a stretch that they’d see her as a niece; I mean did her mother really bring her that often to a yakuza castle? I’m more lenient on that tho because it could’ve just been that they saw her as a niece because they saw her mom as kinda a mother figure to them. What really frustrates me is her interactions with the brothers now. Not one voice line with genji about how she’s missed him cuz she though he was DEAD? We don’t even know is she knows he survived hanzos attack, but yea instead of giving them meaningful interactions it’s just silly jokes. Not to mention hanzo, where the only voice line she’s directly mean to him is because he isn’t fighting for Hanamura 💀. I was hoping she’d be rude towards him because of what he did but she barely is. There’s only one voice line related to hanzo hurting genji and it can easily be interpreted as her being playful, it’s only if you squint that it seems passive aggressive. And out of all the things she’s mad at hanzo for it’s for not helping against the Hashimoto? As if that’s his problem lmao. Hanzo has no reason to fight for Hanamura; his only tie there is that he grew up there. And yea that’d make him look like even more of an ass but that place is riddled with awful memories, why would he want to go back? I know he’s nostalgic and has stated to miss hanamura but there’s a reason he’d only go back for genjis yearly prayer lol. It just seems so silly to me that she’d guilt hanzo for not helping her as if it’s his fault/problem. Sure the Hashimoto are a threat and should be dealt with but she doesn’t even know if he has other things to fight for. It’s disappointing because she could’ve been an unbiased opinion between the brothers conflict but they do nothing with her. To add on to that it genuinely feels like she adored/glorifies the shimada clan, which brings its own load of problems 😭

Sorry for the long rant LOL I didn’t want to make it too long but everything about kiriko frustrates me. There’s absolutely nothing I like about her lore even though she had so much potential to be an interesting character. And anytime they release stuff about her it just feels like I’m the only one that doesn’t like her story 😭. It’s fine if you like her personality but it seems like everyone fully enjoys her and I just don’t get why; besides the fact she brings shimada lore. ALSO sorry again if this is so random, I barely post anyway, but ow has been special to me for years and I’ve withstood a ton but Kiriko just crosses the line for me. All the characters have at least one thing you can enjoy from them but Kiriko sure as hell doesn’t for me.

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Ice Cold - Loki Laufeyson

Yes basically a repeat of Hypothermia-I had a different idea for it and his magic please leave me alone

My Masterlist.

hurt/comfort, hurting to heal, enemies to lovers undertones, x gender neutral reader

Word count: 1.8k Warnings: symptoms of hypothermia(?), canon violence (if any), not proofread

Summary: Loki helps Reader when they become hypothermic after raiding a HYDRA base in the Arctic, proving that he may care more than have thouight.

"Maybe if you hadn't fucked up back there, we wouldn't be walking god knows how far through the Arctic." I hissed at the smug god ahead of me. He was unphased by the cold, fortunately enough for him. I was unable to use my own magic to warm myself; I was injured and much too tired to have the energy to waste on that.

"Maybe if you had listened to me, we wouldn't be walking god knows how far through the Arctic." Loki repeated me mockingly. I huffed, wiggling my toes in the boots I wore as I noticed I had lost feeling in them. We were always bickering back and forth, just enough to get on the others' nerves. It never went much further than that, but at times our banter did become bitter. It didn't mean I didn't trust him to have my back during missions…but I didn't fully trust him to have my back.

I ignored him, pressing the button to my earpiece for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. Nothing but static. The winter storm–more like a blizzard, by now-had picked up, and the wind whipped the sharp ice crystals against my exposed skin painfully. It had picked up enough fury to block out our communications, leaving us absolutely disconnected from the others.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath, my teeth chartering. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sudden wave of exhaustion that came over me, pausing before attempting to pick up my pace. I shivered, pulling the not-very-warm jacket I wore tighter around me as I followed behind him. It was warm enough to keep me warm while I was moving, but not enough to hinder my movement during combat. It worked well enough, except for situations like this.

His icy eyes flickered over me quickly, holding an inkling of concern. "Cold?"

"Not at all." I muttered, catching up to him as he paused in his tracks. I stumbled, and Loki was quick to reach out and catch me before I fell face-first into the snow. My reaction was delayed, and I barely stuck my arms out in front of me when he had caught me.

"Thanks." I mumbled, stumbling over my words as well. I glared at him, pulling away. Once again, I tugged my glove off to fumble with my ear piece. It vaguely registered in my brain that my fingers were a concerning shade of gray.

"Put your glove back on." Loki ordered. "You're going to get frostbite."

"I'm fine." I insisted, still awkwardly fumbling with the communication device in my hand. I couldn't feel my fingers, so I couldn't tell if I had actually pressed the buttons or not. I groaned in frustration, slipping my glove back on and wiggling my numb fingers. A voice was calling my name, I suddenly realized, and my head snapped up.

"How are you feeling?" Loki asked me. He was much closer than he had been before.

I blinked slowly, struggling to process what he just said. "Fine. I'm feeling fine."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Really. 'm not even cold, see? I'm not even shivering or anything." I jumped when his cool fingers prodded the side of my neck. He frowned, his eyes flickered up to mine.

"That's not good." He muttered, turning away. "I see a shelter in the distance. Come." He said, louder this time, as he motioned me over with his hand. I didn't have the energy to argue, following him blindly. I squinted, attempting to see the shelter he spoke of, but I couldn't see anything. I noticed he kept a much slower pace than before, glancing back at me every once in a while.

"Loki." I mumbled, stopping. My limbs were stiff from the cold, and it had become harder and harder to breathe with the sharp daggers of ice being driven down my throat. He continued on, not appearing to hear me. "Loki." I repeated, though my voice was no louder. My eyes were heavy, and all I wanted to do was rest. I was beyond exhausted.

He was by my side when I looked up. Any other time, it would have startled me, but now, I collapsed into him gratefully. With a small sigh, I rested my weight against him, my eyelids fluttering shut. They opened again in delayed alarm as his arm wound around my waist, dragging me in the direction of the previously mentioned shelter.

"We're almost there, hang on." He muttered. I hung limply from his arms, shallow, labored breaths leaving my lungs in small clouds from my lips. The next thing I knew, he was gently but urgently shaking me off onto the ground in a small cave hollow. I clung to him and his warmth insistently.

"I'm cold." I mumbled in protest. His warm hands once again pressed to the side of my neck, readjusting several times before trying at my wrist. I laid my head on the cool floor of the cave, a shuddering breath leaving my lungs. Loki quickly gathered me up in his lap, causing me to gasp in surprise. I flailed briefly, and clumsily.

He was oddly warmer than usual as he held me close to him. He flattened his legs out in front of him, propping my upper half across them as he began to unwind my scarf from around my neck. I was barely aware that he was undressing me until he unzipped my winter jacket and I felt the sharpness of the cold on my bare collarbone. I groaned in protest, batting his hands away and fumbling for the zipper of my coat. He was quick to pin my arms to my sides, and unzip my jacket again. I shivered as the cold air nipped at my exposed skin, and he slid a frigid hand onto my chest and over my heart.

"I'll be quick, love." He murmured. An icy pain shot into the center of my heart, causing me to choke out a cry and claw at his hand. He grimaced, but continued to assault the muscle in my chest with freezing daggers.

I felt like I was going to die. He was killing me, as payback for god knows what, but he was killing me. He had finally had enough of our arguments. Of*me. It would be easy for him to pass my death off as hypothermia, I panicked.

After several agonizing moments, the pain subsided, leaving me gasping for breath and struggling away from him. I suddenly realized I could feel my limbs for the first time in several hours. I backed away from him until my back hit the opposite wall of the cave, still breathing heavily. Hastily zipping my jacket up, I began to shiver violently. That was a good sign, I knew, but I almost wished he had left me the way I was. The constant shaking drained my energy horribly.

"How do you feel?" Loki eyed me carefully.

"Cold." I chattered out, wrapping my arms around myself.

"Come here."

"No."

"Come here." His voice was edged with frustration.

"I'm f-fine." I insisted, tucking myself closer to the wall when an icy wind howled through. The god crept across the cave to me, and I flinched when he reached for me. A frown crossed his face at that, as he reached to check my pulse. His hands were warm for a frost giant, even warmer than a human. I knew he was using his magic.

"You don't need to waste your magic on me." I muttered.

"If I hadn't already, you'd be dead in less than an hour." He hissed. I must have hit a nerve.

"I have my o-own." I argued.

"And you were too weak to use it."

"Here we go again! Just because I have limits because I'm not an immortal fucking god, I'm weak." I laughed humorlessly.

"That's exactly it." He said flatly. "I liked you better half dead." He muttered, looking out of the cave and not meeting my furious gaze.

"Me too. At least we can finally agree on something." I said sarcastically, leaning back against the cold rock. I slumped against the wall, and it wasn't long before I began to drift off again, my body demanding sleep.

"Wake up, you pathetic mortal." Loki's sharp voice awoke me. "I did not waste all that energy just for you to die on me."

I groaned, attempting to turn away from his hands, gripping my shoulders and shaking me. My eyes flickered open, and I jerked back at his closeness, knocking my head against the rock with a hiss of pain. He withdrew, falling back into a sitting position not much further away. I glared at him, still shivering as I rubbed the tender spot on the back of my head. My limbs were stiff from the gnawing cold, and I longed to just get the fuck out of here and relieve my body of the freezing Arctic temperatures.

"Have you gotten in contact with them yet?" I asked him tiredly. He shook his head, pursing his lips as he took in my trembling form.

Even though I had just awoken, I still had nothing on my mind but sleep. My body begged and ached for it, every muscle felt as if it weighed several tons. My eyelids drooped and I shuddered again. I was suddenly aware of Loki's hands on my shoulders, and once again his face inches from mine as his sharp eyes took in my condition. I caved, allowing myself to lean into his warm touch. He took this as an okay, pulling me against his chest and into his warm embrace. I didn't fight him this time, tucking myself further into him.

He carefully adjusted my body against his, before slipping his, this time warm, hand under my coat. I reacted out of instinct this time though, and I immediately began to struggle, remembering what had happened before.

"Shh. It's not going to hurt, I promise." He reassured me softly. "Calm down."

I forced myself to calm, still shrinking away from his hand, even though I had no room to do so. A warm feeling suddenly rushed through my veins, and soon it felt like a heated blanket being draped over my cold body, except ten times better. I relaxed into him with a sigh of contentment, as I felt relief from the aching cold for the first time in hours.

I began to drift off again quickly, slumping against his chest. He continued to hold his hand over my heart, though he no longer needed to. Carefully, he shifted me against him into a more comfortable position, careful not to wake me. I barely awoke as he tossed his cloak over the both of us.

"Rest now, love."

[crystal-ball-of-ow-canon]

Regardless of what blizzard does this is canon

I say so

if this aint canon then i dont want it 🤭/j

[mamasplat]

moira o’deorain is a socially awkward autistic women who was never given the chance to study social cues in her younger years making her a bit of a “lone wolf”

she comes off rude and monotone because it’s the only way she knows how to act without being seen as a target and she also lacks control of it

shes had a special interest of insects for years as we can see in her sprays and voice lines

she clearly shows some interest in more theatrical subjects seeing most of her skins are rather “abnormal” but lacks an outlet for those subjects so she dresses to express it

and i fully believe she has nonverbal episodes under pressure

this is all canon fuck blizzard i’m writing the trivia now

[ayuki-ikuya]

I come bringing ideas and headcanons.

OK, so we all already know what The Three oldest archons abilities. So I’ve come up with my own ideas we could use for the younger archons! (And yes I’m grouping Ei, Venti and Zhongli as the older siblings since Ei Is 1000 years old Venti is 2,500 and Zhongli is 5,000-6,000 and the other archons are still in the hundreds I think)

Again these aren’t canon just stuff you can use for future Requests for Twisted wonderland x Teyvat God! Reader

For Dendro archon!Reader

Definitely a Bow User. And Is a Healer. But the their Ult can cause damage

I have a theory That during the Archon War The dendro Archin created the Regisvines to fight for them, and only two were left. I also Headcanon The dendro archon can bring plants to life and overwrite what each plant can do. (Maybe even bring mushrooms to life 👀).

Maybe They can create a giant plant from the ground that spreads Healing energies and since this is a god where talking about can Cure Curses (Ahem Vils Curses Ahem) and major Diseases and what not.

For Their Ult maybe a giant plant monster (kinda like how Gouba and Oz exists ) that will attack for them (could make for fun combos with different elements like if the dendro archon was wet Hydro Plant monster)

For Hydro archon!reader

Polearm or sword (theirs way too many Hydro Catalyst) Healer and Dps, Why? Cause I say so.

You’ve mentioned how Hydro archon summons a giant wave? I’ll do you one better and their E skill summons a giant sea creature of your choosing to soak the fighters (A cool visual is their polearm turning into a big dream catcher then going swoosh and Baam Maybe like A giant Water Koi fish finna drown your ass *ahem ace ahem*)

Now mihoyo likes to reference Their character form honkai impact into genshin impact (and since they took a characters look from Honkai and another characters abilities with the whole Dual ego thing for Raiden shogun and Ei) I’m gonna base this Ultimate Skill From a character from Honkai (for research search up Herrsercher of Sentience)

Since the Hydro archons whole thing is about Justice. Now here me out here. WATER WHIP. Just a giant whip of water that can go on for miles (maybe it’s salty maybe it’s like fresh water depends on our readers mood lolol). Like, It’s whip of water strong enough to cut diamond or whatever it would be very cool (Kalim would wanna see if he could do something like that with his UM Que jamil trying to stop him)

Maybe their hair turns into water too.

Pyro archon! Reader

Claymore. A Big strong war god needs a big strong weapon. Dps and Defense.

Now It’s not just one claymore, It’s DUAL-CLAYMORE, why? Cause it’s a war god that’s why!

I like to think the shield is like Xinyans and XiangLings combined and it’s constantly sending off tiny Fire Discs. Or just symbols shooting fire like what the Pyro Abyss mages can do

For Ultimate I like to think it’s like Childes Daggers but Bigger and on fire just a huge sword made of fire.

The pyro archon doesn’t think just BURNS. and STABE

Cryo archon! Reader

I can’t really come up with much for Cryo archon. But maybe a Catalyst that can summon a giant blizzard that drops down giant ice swords (kinda like Ganyus)

Definitely a sub DPS.

Maybe a healer too since The Tsaritsa is The archon of love?

What do you think about these abilities? Since you mentioned that the students and staff would assume their just strong mages I tried to be very creative with these abilities.

Also how I think the lore could go is maybe somewhere after leonas overblot and before azuls, Crowly has found a way to send Yuu home reluctantly. Yuu, grim and the aduece duo, and maybe some of heartslaybul or savana claw whoever you want come with them to the office to send them home. But Yuu is contemplating whether or not they WANT to go home now. But something goes wrong, maybe grim messes up the spell for the portal to work becuase (although he doesn’t want to admit it ) doesn’t want Yuu leaving, and their greeted with a surprise guest. Now this gives Yuu time to decide if they genuinely wanna go home and when teh archon finally has the materials they need to create a portal Yuu will tell them to leave the portal open (maybe put it into a tiny pocket mirror like the how we have the teapot) because they wanna stay for a little while or just until grim graduates (Que a happy fire cat ) and the archon whose grown attached to some people here was like ok “let our friends visit whenever they want, only if their headmaster allows it”

Now onto the headcanons

Anemo Archon! Reader and Mondstadt! Yuu

Everyone expected a lot of things not a person with Green eyes and (H/C) hair with green highlights. And an odd thing about them was the glowing stone on their person, Yuu didn’t have that?

Everyone’s freaking out because they’ve accidentaly taken another person from Yuus world.

And since Venti Is a well known famous bard In teyvat let’s say or Dear (y/N) is also a known bard and is not at all freaking out about what’s going on in fact let’s say our dear reader recognizes Yuu! And so now (Y/N) is now a new student (and a new headache for Crowley) in the ramshackle dorm! Yup! Just an ordinary human bard, Ehe~.

I’ll leave the rest of this up to you, Where Yuu has to explain what the world of teyvat is like (and why Yuu doesn’t have a phone (and a vision) because Twisted wonderland is far more advance in Technology and teyvat has JUST invented the Camera)

Also I head canon that people with Visions can summon their weapons and object with their visions, ok? Ok. To make things make more sense when reader pulls out a lyre from floating glitter.

Geo archon!reader and Liyue! Yuu

Same things happend here, but hey! We’ve summoned a Funeral Consultant! A very (ahemATTRACTIVEahem) Wise funeral consultant at best!

Our dear Friend (y/n) is very calm about the situation as well. After all everyone and liyue knows their god was killed and The Adepti are watching over them

So Our dear reader is seeing this as a free vacation 😊

Electro Archon!Reader and Inazuma!yuu

Since the god of Inazuma isn’t “Dead” or hasn’t left and the people know what their beloved archon looks like, Yuu will definitely Be Freaking the fuck out

“YOU DIDNT BRING ME HOME YOU JUST SUMMONED MY PEOPLES FUCKING GOD OH SHIT”

insert the meme of the womens face that gets zoomed in on the second panel “the. WHAT.” 😃

And y’know how Eis “Hello” voice line where she makes the traveler her guard she says the same thing to Yuu except “I recognize you are one of my people as your archon I shall be your guard and keep you safe from any danger in this Foreign world” and let’s say The puppet will not be used and Reader will be in control becuase they don’t have to worry about erosion right now so the puppet will be resting while (Y/N) is in control protecting their Precious Inazuma citizen is ok.

Well until They can get the materials they need to open a portal. I’ll let you figure out the rest, but congrats ramshackle you now have a god in your abode 😃✨

-Plot Anon 💗

PLOT ANON-SAMAAAAAAAAAA ILY!!!!!!!!! Thank you for your hard work sob

Anyways, for skills of the archons-

Dendro Archon

I think they'd use a sword or a catalyst tbh, if the skills you listed, it makes a little more sense to have them be more of a catalyst

For their elemental skill, I think they'd summon/throw something similar to Klee's and Aloy's elemental skill except they heal if someone in your party is nearby, their healing could scale by their EM or ER.

For their burst, I like your head canon for the Dendro Archon, so I might go off from that and your idea for their burst, just more tweaking. The dendro archon would be able to summon a large plant that heals AND deals Dendro damage by sapping mobs hp. The amount of life sapping it does and the healing would scale off their original HP (artifacts that give hp won't be of use)

Hydro Archon

I agree with hydro polearm or sword. Too many catalysts

Mmm... To be honest, I think you should have the burst be her skill... The whip idea is intriguing, but I think it would work more for a skill which can allow them to use it several times before waiting for the CD to go down. I think the whip skill would work better with Crit as well.

AND AS FOR THE MENTIONS OF WAVE AND A SEA CREATURE, I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER BUT FOR THEIR BURST!!!! They summon a large tsunami which takes form of a monster/animal and lunges at the mobs (similar to Zhongli tossing down a dumbbell), however the amount of damage the burst can do is depending on if they are afflicted by the wet status the mobs are afflicted by. If already afflicted with hydro, the mobs would receive double damage while those with other elements afflicted on them would receive the element combination DMG and normal DMG while those that aren't affected by an element, they would receive normal damage. The amount of damage the burst does is scaled by EM.

Pyro Archon

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA CLAYMORE

Hmmm.... I think the skill would be they set an AoE with magma, mobs will receive damage from it and will continue to receive damage if they stay on it, but those who are in party, they will receive an ATK boost that scales from HP.

For the burst, I think I'll use a character from Honkai Impact with their special move which is Murata Himeko in Vermilion Knight: Eclipse battlesuit. Pyro Archon uses their claymore and another claymore but made of pyro and is far more larger and their cut scene has the Archon raise the pyro claymore above their head and slam it down to send pyro erupting from the ground (similar to the pyro axe wielding hilichurls)

Cryo Archon

I agree with catalyst

Mmmmmm.... I'd say her skill would beeeeee... Trapping several mobs or so in ice. They can either do 2-4 ice traps depending if you got their c1. (The ice traps are similar to Mirror Maidens traps BTW but it deals or affects the mobs with cryo)

For burst, I like the idea of summoning a blizzard/swords, but it's similar to Ganyu's. SO I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER!!!! Cryo Archon will summon a blizzard which freezes mobs without having to use hydro, the freeze status lasts for a total of 15 seconds or higher if you got their c3

Hmmm... I like the idea, but imma tweak it a bit. The archon was in fact summoned through that portal because Grim decided to mess it up just for Yuu to stay a little longer, and so the Archon now resides in Twisted Wonderland as well in order to aide them until they can return back to their world. That way it makes more sense and makes it more fun.

Anemo archon

Yuu would be a bit jealous about them because they got a vision.

Crowley needs to hide his money

Sam has been strictly told to not give them wine that Sam stores in his shop...

Vargus is conflicted about them because they legit float without magic

Trein recurved a major headache

Divus is praying to whatever god existing to take them back

Ehe

EHE TE NANDAYO!?

Geo Archon

Yuu feels awkward meeting the consultant of the funeral parlor having to meet the Director...

Crowley is praying for dear god for them to go away.

"STOP TAKING MY MONEY YOU GORGEOUS FIEND" - Crowley

Train + Crewel + You = Besties

Sam was literally threatened to not joke around with you with business.

You legit did not fuck around with people when in contracts.

"Osmanthus wi-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP" - everyone

Electro Archon

Yuu is literally terrified in "your" presence.

Shogun malfunctioned due to being in an entirely new world so you had to disable Shogun's rules and create new ones regarding this world.

Yuu is still unaware of Shogun being a puppet

Crowley is no longer safe.

The staff (specifically Crewel) is supporting Shogun/You to beat Crowley's ass into shape.

Only the Diasomnia dorm knows your predicament with you and your puppet(s).

You are the definition of Queen/King/Royalty of the school. If you search up NRC, your picture literally plastered on it as the definition.

[diablo-that-first-spark]

Okay, so... so two things.

Hold on, I just finished the Diablo Immortal campaign, I will try to write something more comprehensive later. But for now I have two questions.

Just... you know, spoilers down below. And a whole lot of raging and cussing.

1) How the FUCK did Skarn get Diablo’s body, and how the FUCK did he keep the Prime “chained down” until he got a Worldstone Shard?! Which was like years later!!! How the bloody hell did Diablo get so goddamn big in the first place?!

2) and this is the big one. HOW IN FUCK’S NAME DO YOU USE ANGELIC LIGHT TO GIVE BIRTH TO MORE DEMONS?! How does that work?! Someone please explain it to me!!! Was it even addressed?! I don’t think it was! No, the half sentence “Light and Dark used to be one” doesn’t fucking work, Light and Dark used to be one, BUT BACK THEN THERE WAS ONLY ANU AND NOTHING ELSE! Does that mean demonic blood can be used to create more angels? Do the shiny bois periodically pump the Crystal Arch full of demon blood for it to work or some shit?!

I’m sorry, but I’m just kinda fucking annoyed by this shit as an angel fan. Why are the scales always tipped TOWARDS the Burning Hells?!   - Oh angels can turn into corrupted angels who are basically demons! - Demons cannot turn into angels, tho, lol. - Oh demons can summon entire fucking armies right on top of their targets! - Angels cannot summon shit, apparently.   - Oh demons can be birthed and summoned and bred! - Angels have a slow birthing process and they always forget who they were (except for Archangels, fight me on that, I dare you), fuck ‘em.   - Oh, demons can like permanently corrupt entire races (the Khazra) and have them run around on Sanctuary as envoys. - Sanctuary-loving angels can’t have ally species or nations or groups tho, screw them! The Horadrim? They are barely there anymore!   - Oh, demons can use angelic light/blood/essence to birth more demons, and one fucking no-name jackass (it’s canon, they said it in the game) built an entire FACTORY around that shit. - It doesn’t work in reverse, tho.

It’s been bugging me for a long while now, and Immortal was the tipping point, honestly.

Look, I get it. Demons are cool (they really aren’t, tho), they are fun to write (they are super one-dimensional idiots, tho), and they have an impressive presence (yeah, I give you that one).

But this has reached the point where the other side of the scales isn’t just underweight, it is completely forgotten. Angels! Hello?! They are a thing? A pretty big thing? There is so much potential in them beyond their cool waving wings and shiny weapons?! Blizzard, for the love of god, PLEASE pay some attention to the shiny bois too! Demons get all the perks, and the angels are like... “we somehow still hold our ground, despite having none of the advantages demons have. Yay?”.

No, it’s not yay. Give them attention and love, for fuck’s sake! They could be so much more! Malthael had been an amazing glimpse into the “Worst case scenario”, but how about the normal angels? Don’t you want to show off how cool those guys are?! Give them some advantages demons cannot have finally?! Some cool magic, or a way to bolster their forces?!

Nah, screw that, we are leaving them out of Diablo 4 entirely.

Srsly, tho, fuck this demon-loving policy in Diablo storytelling. across all mediums. Give me something, please!!

2022.09.25.

[probably-haven]

Hello!

So I’m the anon who asked for more Archon War Venti headcanons and I just loved it! I really like reading your headcanons cuz some of them are similar to mine but mostly are headcanons that I didn’t think of so it really is nice to read and see your thoughts about Venti!

I feel like as if I’m asking too much but could you keep doing these types of headcanons? Like it doesn’t have to be Archon War headcanons but like some headcanons about Venti’s relationship with the Ragnvindrs and Gunnhildrs. Because the first Gunnhildr was the first one who prayed to Barbatos and the first Ragnvindr was his friend who left but came back and I really wanna hear your thoughts on that!

And I’ve decided to get off anon cuz you just replied to my texts and I wasn’t expecting that so I’ve got a short confidence boost that I am completely taking advantage of! And thanks for the advice! or uhh comment? observation? I’m not entirely sure but thank you for that! I’ve heard that be said to me a few times and I have been trying to be more, uhh, assertive so thanks for that!

rfouierjkhfkecs i actually came across information on Gunnhildr and the "Red-haired warrior" yesterday when i was doing more research into the rebellion against Decarabian and I was like "wow this would be really fucking fun to research and theorize on, but its too specific/niche to include unprompted no matter how much i want to" but bestie you prompted, and im literally so happy right now because I didn't think I'd ever really get the chance to post about them!

also lmao yeah, i tend to try and reply to as much as I can, since it's a good feeling when someone does and all. but yeah, no problem! I’m glad you felt confident enough to reveal XD. 

This may be structured a bit more like analysis/theory/just citing canon things at first before it gets into a more headcanony format.

ehe i have so much free reign on this it's lovely

More Archon War Era Venti: one two three

spoilers for Venti's backstory and Diluc's(kinda, i think, just in case)

first things first, laying down some canon background because before yesterday i hadn't heard of either of them outside of that one cutscene.

the very reason Decarabian had his storm wall up in the first place was because at the time Andrius had declared war on him- and his tower, and the city of Mondstadt by extent, were basically constantly under attack by Andrius's blizzards, which since he was still alive back then, were a lot bigger and covered basically what seems to be the whole of Mondstadt outside the barrier.

This meant that people had two options. Live in the city under Decarabian's oppression, or live outside the barrier, and brave the blizzards of a warring god... which was not a good idea

but the Gunnhildr clan(not yet called that) tried- and they almost died because of it. In the midst of a blizzard, the clan chief's daughter, named Gunnhildr(which the clan would be named after later) sent out a prayer that was heard by a wandering wind spirit. And the faith of that prayer gave the spirit enough power to create a small shelter to protect them.

When her father past, she became the new leader and also a priestess. She would later lead the clan to fight Decarabian alongside four others. And basically the Gunnhildr Clan ended up as like sworn protectors of Mondstadt

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as for the red-haired warrior, who is basically assumed to be the earliest known ancestor of the Ragnvindir clan(im gonna refer to as Ragnvindir for convenience sake, even though "Ragnvindir" is technically a different character from Vanessa's era)theres not much information on him, but heres what i have from the various wiki's

- he was a wanderer

- one of the first to use the sign of windblume to find other rebels(so he's intelligent)

- actively propped up the nameless bard so he could watch as the tower was destroyed

there's this little tidbit too from the Windblume Ode bow's description that im probably gonna talk about a considerable amount too: "Atop the ruins of the ancient tower, amidst the cheers, songs, and tears of those who had newly won their freedom. A red-haired warrior turned his back on the newborn god, hidden like a single raindrop in a tidal wave of humanity. He was first among those who passed the secret sign of Windblume, the one who wove threads of dawn throughout the long night. His name has since been lost to time, but his deeds are still remembered in song." followed later by "The fate of this clan will likely never change: they shall ever live in the darkness and bring forth the flame of dawn."

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Now I'm going to start with the Ragnvindir(geez, why's it spelled like that tho)

My idea of his character is basically formed by a mix of Ragnvindir stereotypes and just generally analyzing text.

So what do we know about Ragnvindir's for sure? they are shady motherfuckers- or at least they rarely operate in the spotlight. also damn, these guys are more cursed than anemo vision wielders- like the only one who didn't canonically lose someone close to them was Crepus, but considering that Diluc doesn't exactly have a mom..... he probably did

so what do we know? - he was close with the nameless bard - he was intelligent - he likely operated primarily from the shadows "ever living in the darkness" - he was a wanderer - he abandoned Venti during the celebration - but his deeds were still remembered in song, so Venti and him were likely still close

now the question of the century: how will i choose to interpret "turned his back on the newborn god"? And honestly, I'm- not sure- at first i assumed he abandoned him completely- but Venti did still make sure to carry on his memory- which could just be Venti being Venti, but for the sake of sanity, this is how I'm interpreting it.

A lot of things happened to the Ragnvindir that day. He lost a friend, saw another become a god to replace the one they had conquered, and he saw his goal, his reason for being in Mondstadt, come to fruition. "see the world through my eyes" the bard had said, and the Ragnvindir had been a wanderer even before. Sure, the people had won freedom, and that was to be celebrated, but he's intelligent to recognize that people would likely see him as one of the key figures in leading the rebellion. And for him this was a solemn time, and ending to a chapter, and not being one to operate in the spotlight, the last thing he'd want is to be swept up in festivities and attention at a time like this.

It also likely didn't help that he's probably smart enough to understand the idea of "power corrupts," and seeing the wind sprite just readily accept the mantle of Archon was likely not the most comforting thing to happen in the given situation after all. But Decarabian was gone, and Andrius had ceased his blizzards, so without a word, he slipped into the crowd and left, a wanderer once more.

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now back to Gunnhildr

she was the first to receive an anemo vision from Barbatos, no I do not take criticism on this "the power bestowed on her by Barbatos" like please, they basically said it.

It also mentions that she crowned Venti with laurels(symbol of vistory) after the battle- the book Biography of Gunnhildr additionally says "the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever."

I really like this because it conveniently ties into my past headcanon about Venti granting visions to the people of Mondstadt and having them be the ones to erect wind barriers and defend the city in his absence.

So in the Archon War I like to imagine that the Gunnhildr clan had a lot of people who were actually granted visions and were basically in charge of protecting it from those who would attempt to ambush them.

Mondstadt essentially became known for this- the fact that the mortals within it were strong enough to fend off the force of a god without support from their own.

but regardless, Gunnhildr, as she had before, served as a priestess to Barbatos, the closest thing that Mondstadt had to a ruler, and yet she only took charge of prayer and protection.... i hate to just- equate them to their descendants- but to an extent- her role was kind of like a merge between Jean and Barbara- Except with a whole lot less structure.... i really dont want their characters to just be carbon copies of the descendants but- c'mon, the comparison was right there.

anyways besties- back to Venti so i can tie them in

The Archon War was one of the worst times for Venti in his entire life thus far. And the time immediately after Decarbian's fall, while Gunnhildr and the Ragnvindir were still alive, was the key period of time in which things could have gone very differently.

Venti is the god of freedom. That's a reoccurring theme and I think I've made that abundantly clear. But during this time, Venti was anything but free.

I've mentioned before how he would stay far from the city of Mondstadt so the shockwave of his death wouldn't reach him, should he fall.... well- Venti is new to a lot of things- godhood- humanity- war- freedom- and at this point he was trying hard to figure out how to be Mondstadt's god without becoming Decarabian, and while still being able to survive, and make sure they survived, and see the world for his friend, and carry on his friends legacy.

And this is a lot of stuff for what was once a carefree elemental being, and there were certain things that had to be done for this to happen. He couldn't just stay in Mondstadt, or he would grow weak and his people would be vulnerable to attack, but he couldn't abandon it, because despite being able to fend for themselves, there's always hat just in case. He couldn't stay in any one place outside of Mondstadt for very long or he'd be found and killed. He knew in order for Mondstadt to survive he would have to take an active role in the war, strengthen himself so he could defend Mondstadt, and thats exactly what he did.

He started by going after the less powerful gods, ones he had a chance at beating with the power he got from the Gunnhildr clan and the rest of Mond, and by wiping them out, he would grow stronger, so he kept it up- working his way up the metaphorical ladder.

but he couldn't let anyone near him either, because he knew just what would happen if he was attacked then. Were it not for Gunnhildr's prayer, the early years of the Archon War would have been without contest the loneliest time of his life, and there would be nothing he could do about it, bound by survival and his attachment to the legacy of his friend, constantly fearing for his life and going against his very nature as the god of freedom. Frankly thrust into that circumstance that early on, and having to face it alone, it's likely that Venti would have caved under the pressure and dropped his attachment to either his survival, or to his friends legacy... or just something entirely worse(isolation messes with brains) so I'm attributing the fact that he didn't do that to Gunnhildr's companionship, speaking to him and guiding him through it as he had guided her through the blizzard some time ago.

I also like to think that she's responsible for founding at least a number of the different celebrations that still happen in Mondstadt even now.

Ugh supportive warrior priestess- we stan

anyway meanwhile! we got the Ragnvindir

He hears about Venti taking part in the Archon war during his wanderings and returns to Mondstadt to check in, wary of what he might find.

Venti, who hadn't seen him since the rebellion, is elated to say the least and they do a bit of catching up because they need it

and then the conversation turns more serious, and the Ragnvindir brings up a third thing that Venti needs to hold onto- his humanity.

See, in the early years, just desperate to get a foothold on the world, Venti's first number of targets were just indiscriminately going after those he knew to be weaker than him, and the Ragnvindir points this out, saying that while it's not necessarily bad, if he keeps doing it, it won't be long until he causes his and, by extent, Mondstadt's legacy to be tainted by a reputation for slaughter, no better than any of the other bloodthirsty gods that frequented the war's fields. "Think of what the bard would do, we were both close enough to do that much"

And Venti becomes yet more caged, but recognizes that he's right, and this is another turning point, that in the coming years would keep Venti from losing himself.

also- Gunnhildr, Venti having told her about the Ragnvindir's concerns that he now shared, probably organized some kind of event (not unlike the right of part, but also, yes unlike it) that was deliberately intended and designs to serve as an excuse that Venti could chose to take to visit Mondstadt, something she know he desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't allow himself for fear of putting them in danger. But if she made it an official celebration, then it would give Venti the opportunity to visit his people again, under the guise of it being a responsibility, not having to deal with the moral implications of doing so at a time when he was already dealing with enough of those already.

Also on his travels, the Ragnvindir probably started and spread a number of rumors that could end up working in Venti's favor, not that anyone ever knew it was him of course.

basically Gunnhildr protected the people of Mondstadt and did all she could to keep everyone in as high spirits as possible, Venti included.

And as for the Ragnvindir, he took a more realistic approach, traveling and getting venti followers in far places, spreading false information about him, and just overall making sure that Venti didn't do things he'd regret.

And when they died, Venti would carry their legacy with him as well, not losing his humanity to the tide of war as he very nearly had(though he still often came close), and trying to spreading high spirits where ever he could without fail.