#he’s also the first D&D character I’ve ever made

[precambrian-sea-pancake]

Gonna infodump about my D&D character

(Sadly forced to keep things confidential because my party members follow me on tumblr…you know who you are 👁️👁️)

I’ve only had Gawain for a short time but OH MY GOODNESS I FUCKING ADORE THIS SILLY GUY!!

Also kinda shocked that the moodboard I made for him got that many notes. That’s a first…

Also please enjoy the drawing @hootbon made for me. I will never shut up about their art.

So…for what CAN post publicly…

Gawain is your token Lawful Good Paladin TM. Bonus points for being a protector aasimar I guess. (Though I might multiclass into a bard depending on how things go. It would fit him well. They’re my favorite spell caster.)

His personality is gonna be SO fun to play. Before I explain that, I should mention that he’s actually the youngest of the group at 24. The second youngest is the Kobold (Maran) who’s 37. So he’s a lot more naive and still understanding himself and the world around him. People often dismiss him due to that unfortunately. But, you know, imagine a dumb collage age boy and you get somewhat of an idea.

He’s a very sweet and compassionate guy, extremely extroverted and fun loving…maybe a bit flirty at times. Definitely cracks witty comments and one liners in battles ranging from something clever to “suck my dick” or something dumb like that. That doesn’t mean he can’t be serious, he absolutely knows when he should. Ironically he’s the most “normal” of the group, often being the straight man. Overall heart of gold and just wants to help people.

He has a bit of a rebellious and impulsiveness to him. As clever as he is, he’s mostly driven by his emotions. It’s always a “do what feels right in the moment” rather than logic. In general he’s just very emotional and struggles with hyper empathy. This also causes him to question a lot of the authority around him.

I’d also say he has that Disney Princess syndrome. Gawain is convinced that he has some grand destiny and is meant for more. He’s always wanted to explore and learn more about the world, meet new people and cultures, live a life of glory and adventure. Maybe he’s in over his head or maybe he’s not…we’ll see.

However, another big reason for doing all this is that he wants to understand who he is…more accurately WHAT he is. He was born to humans, raised by humans, and grew up in a mostly all human kingdom. So he grew up thinking he was one despite some strong differences between him and the others. Aasimar are VERY rare, and more like myths to most people, and others don’t even know they exist. So people either assumed he was blessed or cursed, some treated him like the messiah, and others thought he was a freak and dangerous. So yeah, he never felt like he belonged and wants to learn about himself.

Somewhere in his life he ended up becoming a squire and completed his training just before the start of the campaign…

And that’s all the backstory information I can post because my friends will see this.

I guess I can do a bit of trivia:

It’s still D&D lore, but the world itself is homebrew. Humans are actually not the majority race, far from it. Most humans live in a large archipelago with various human nations. I remember the DM said the estimated population of humans was 20,000 to 30,000. The two mainland continents are one dominated by dwarves and the other by elves, along with other races being far more common on the mainland. Not really about my character but I LOVE that detail. It’s somewhat relevant I guess since I said Gawain grew up in a human society.

The god he venerates most is Ilmatar.

His eyes reflect his emotions and power. When using any of his abilities or when under intense emotions (both positive and negative), his eyes will turn a solid gold color.

Prior to his training, he was a courier. His parents ran his town’s postal service and that’s one of the things that got him into the idea of adventuring.

He’s more of a cat person than a dog person. He likes both, but I feel like he’d go for the cat.

The first weapon he ever used was a bow rather than a sword. The specific sword he uses is an arming sword.

He is a wonderful singer, his voice is almost ethereal in when he sings (little aasimar headcanon of mine).

His favorite study is anthropology, but also really likes history and geography. He’s always collecting little souvenirs and trinkets from everywhere he visits.

He keeps a diary and loves to write stories and sketch things. A lot of story inspiration comes from his dreams, which are often very vivid…and he remembers them super well.

Neither of his parents have blonde hair, nor is it a recessive trait they had. It’s actually part of his aasimar traits.

He talks in his sleep because I think it’s funny.

If this wasn’t a medieval fantasy world, he’d definitely use Gen Z slang. Maybe even tell someone “L + Ratio” or “Skill issue” after besting them in battle. In that same hypothetical reality, his favorite band would be Starset and The Score.

He takes good care of his appearance and health, so he does enjoy certain beauty products. A spa day is his ideal day off.

He hates salmon. He thinks it tastes bad and prefers catfish. I don’t know why I even thought of that fact but it’s there.

[kxsagi]

Kindly requesting mma fighter!gf x blue lock boys 🙏

I’ve been hyperfixating on the idea for a hot minute and would like to know your take on these 🤭 As for characters, could you have Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Shido, Reo, Kaiser and Barou? (As well as any other characters you’d like to add) Thank you ☺️

“𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭”

a/n: this is giving “my girlfriend could kill me (and i’d let her)”

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, mikage reo, kaiser michael, barou shoei

itoshi sae

deadpan “wtf” when he first sees you break a guy’s nose clean in a sparring match. 

not scared of you… just extremely respectful of you. 

“remind me to never piss you off.” 

secretly enjoys watching your training vids. they're always playing in the background while he studies game footage or stretches. he says it's for "noise." 

loves that you can protect yourself. he doesn't worry when you're out late because who would even try you? 

your bruised knuckles get the gentlest kisses. he's silent about it, but you catch the softness in his eyes every time. 

itoshi rin

"your form’s off. tilt your elbow when you throw." 

yes. rin critiques your fighting technique. 

trains with you for fun, but it turns serious fast. you both end up full-sparring, and the neighbors call the cops because it sounds like a crime scene. 

lowkey turns into your water boy during competitions. towel ready, water open, dead silent but there for everything. 

he doesn't like people staring at you in your fight gear, but he'd never say that. instead, he’ll just glare until they combust. 

jealous when you get press attention – “they should be watching me, not her.” (he’s just petty + he loves you.) 

isagi yoichi

your biggest fan. like. front row, wearing a shirt with your name on it. 

he gasps when you throw punches like a mom watching her kid in a karate tournament. 

“wait wait wait was that a spinning elbow??? baby that was SICK!!!” 

always tries to “train” with you and ends up flat on his back every time. 

absolutely posts clips of you on his insta stories with heart emojis. 

when fans flirt with him, he literally goes, “my girlfriend would kick your ass in two seconds.” 

bachira meguru

he thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. 

challenges you to play-wrestling. ends up in a headlock giggling like a maniac. 

asks you to teach him cool moves just so he can show off in public and say “my girlfriend taught me that!” 

gets way too into your pre-fight rituals. “do you want me to braid your hair? can i scream like a hype man before you go in?” 

draws little doodles of you mid-kick. has a sticker of you on his phone case. 

actually becomes a little possessive when other fighters flirt with you. all smiley until he says, “she’ll break your nose if you try that again.” 

shidou ryusei

it’s a match made in hell. chaos x chaos. 

you two flirt by trying to knock each other out. 

sparring is just foreplay, honestly. 

“babe you broke my rib that was so hot.” 

starts fights in public just so you can jump in and “save” him. 

he’s obsessed with your strength. like, genuinely obsessed. will brag about you to strangers like “my girlfriend could kill you with her pinky.” 

also not-so-secretly into the idea of you pinning him. yeah… 

mikage reo

shocked at first. like, his elegant, stunning girlfriend… punches people for a living? 

gets over it fast and becomes the most extra supporter of all time. 

hires a videographer to make hype montages of your fights. 

“you need better sponsorships. i’ll call my manager.” 

wears suits to your matches like he’s at fashion week. 

deadass once tries to bribe your opponents to forfeit so you won’t get hurt. you banned him from doing that again. 

gets really flustered when you pin him against the wall. “d-don’t use your pro moves on me, babe… please…” 

kaiser michael

he acts cocky until he sees you knock someone out in 30 seconds. 

“... okay that was kind of sexy.” 

makes it his life mission to look cooler than you in public. spoiler: he fails. 

“you’re lucky i like strong women.” while actively looking like a golden retriever when you punch the heavy bag. 

kisses your bruises like it’s romantic. it kinda is. 

super competitive during sparring. refuses to go easy even when you dominate him. 

also: “imagine our kids. they'd be gods.” 

barou shoei

does NOT know how to process you at first. 

like. you fight?? professionally?? 

refuses to admit he’s impressed. instead he says “your guard’s sloppy.” 

you beat him in arm wrestling and he sulks for a week. 

but deep down? he’s proud as hell. watches all your matches. complains when they don’t show your good side. 

sometimes trains with you, but it always turns into a competition. 

super protective even though you clearly don’t need it. “don’t talk to her. she can handle herself, but i’ll break your jaw too.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[dior-luxury]

Can you write about a reader who is an adopted child of Crowley/Divus/Lilia? Love the way you write, thanks for your work!

You Being Crowley/Divus/Lilia's Adopted Child

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . comedy/drama/fluff - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] first years

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: This was such a fun prompt to do!! Also since the request had no character recommendations, I just did the first years! ♡

Ace Trappola

Ace never really liked Headmaster Crowley. The man was flaky, unpredictable, and always dumping his responsibilities onto other people—especially you. So, when he found out that you were actually Crowley’s adopted daughter, his brain short-circuited.

It all started when he and Deuce overheard a conversation between Crowley and Professor Trein.

“My dear, precious child is thriving in this school,” Crowley said dramatically. “I have provided them with the finest education and supervision!”

Trein scoffed. “Supervision? You mean you let them roam free while making them run your errands?”

“Details, details,” Crowley waved him off. “I raised them with my own two hands! They are my most beloved—”

Ace tuned out the rest of the conversation because he was stuck on that one part. Raised them?! His mind immediately turned to you.

There was no way. Right?

But when he confronted you later that day, you just sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, I’m technically his kid. He adopted me a long time ago.”

Ace stood there, gaping like a fish. “What the hell do you mean technically? That’s like saying ‘I technically own a cat’ while holding it in your arms!”

“I mean, he kinda just declared it one day and that was that.”

“Oh my Seven, that explains so much,” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Your weird tolerance for his nonsense. The way you somehow get him to actually listen to you. The reason why he dumps everything on you.”

“You’re dating me, not my dad,” you deadpanned.

“Oh, I know.” Ace shuddered. “Trust me, if I had to ask Crowley for permission to date you, I’d rather fling myself into the ocean.”

From that day forward, Ace became twice as smug whenever Crowley asked you to do something. “Wow, Daddy Crowley making you do all his chores again? Should I call child services?”

You smacked his arm, and he just laughed.

But deep down, he liked knowing that you had someone—no matter how ridiculous—who would always look after you.

Deuce Spade

Deuce had always been a little bit intimidated by Professor Crewel. The man had a sharp tongue, a sharper glare, and an obsession with perfection that made even the toughest students break a sweat. So, when he found out that you were Crewel’s adopted daughter, he nearly passed out.

He discovered it purely by accident.

The two of you were in Crewel’s classroom after hours. You had convinced Deuce to help you clean up the potion ingredients, and he was just about to finish when the door swung open.

“I hope you’re not slacking, pup,” came Crewel’s voice.

Deuce jumped. He nearly knocked over an entire vial of powdered unicorn horn. “P-Professor Crewel! I was just—uh—helping—”

“You’re over-explaining.” Crewel walked past him and approached you instead. “And you—next time, ask before bringing a guest.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You rolled your eyes. “Don’t scare him too much, Dad.”

The word Dad didn’t register in Deuce’s brain right away. It was only when Crewel patted your head and actually smiled that he froze.

Wait.

Wait.

He turned to you, then to Crewel, then back to you. “D-Dad?! As in—Professor Crewel Dad?! Your Dad?!”

“Yes, Deuce,” you sighed. “He adopted me.”

Deuce suddenly stood up straighter than he ever had in his life. “S-Sir, it’s an honor! I mean—I didn’t know! I swear I’ve been treating Y/N well—”

Crewel raised an eyebrow. “I should hope so. Otherwise, you’d be expelled from this school in a heartbeat.”

Deuce gulped.

Later, when you two were alone, you nudged him playfully. “You don’t have to be that scared of him.”

“I literally do! That’s Professor Crewel! The scariest, strictest, most ruthless teacher in NRC!” Deuce grabbed your hands, looking panicked. “And he’s your Dad? How am I supposed to act around him?!”

“You could, I don’t know, relax?”

“That’s impossible.”

He ended up being painfully formal around Crewel for months. But over time, he realized that Crewel, despite his tough demeanor, truly cared about you. And that was enough for Deuce to respect him even more—even if he still got nervous every time Crewel glared at him.

Jack Howl

Jack didn’t expect Lilia Vanrouge—the chaotic, mischievous, eternally youthful fae—to be anyone’s father. So when you casually mentioned that he adopted you a long time ago, Jack just… stopped.

You were sitting together under a tree, enjoying the afternoon breeze, when you casually said, “Oh yeah, my dad’s coming to visit.”

Jack, ever the responsible boyfriend, asked, “Should I meet him?”

Before you could answer, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your shoulders.

“Fufufu~ No need! I’m already here~”

Jack’s ears immediately perked up. His tail stiffened as he turned his head—only to see Lilia Vanrouge grinning down at him.

His brain short-circuited.

“W-Wait,” Jack muttered. “You’re Y/N’s dad?”

Lilia chuckled, releasing you and twirling in the air. “But of course! I raised them since they were young~”

Jack was so confused. “But you… you don’t even look old enough to be—”

“Looks can be deceiving, pup.” Lilia winked. “Now, tell me—how has my dear child’s boyfriend been treating them?”

Jack immediately straightened up. “I-I always treat them with respect!”

Lilia hummed, floating closer. “Are you strong? Brave? Devoted?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Can you defeat a whole battalion in battle?”

Jack faltered. “…What?”

Lilia cackled. “Just testing you~”

For the next hour, Lilia proceeded to tell Jack every single embarrassing story from your childhood. From you struggling to use magic as a kid to you getting stuck in a tree after climbing too high.

“Dad, stop,” you groaned.

Jack, meanwhile, was trying not to blush. He was never the type to get flustered easily, but hearing these stories from Lilia—who he highly respected—was making his head spin.

By the end of the day, Jack sighed. “I don’t get how you turned out so normal with him as your dad.”

You grinned. “He’s a great dad, though.”

Jack nodded. As much as Lilia’s antics overwhelmed him, he couldn’t deny that the fae clearly adored you. And honestly? Jack respected that.

Even if he had to endure Lilia’s relentless teasing for the rest of his life.

Here are detailed stories of Epel and Sebek reacting to their girlfriend being the adopted child of Crowley, Divus, or Lilia.

Epel Felmier

Epel had always thought the worst thing about Headmaster Crowley was how much he dumped responsibilities on you. It drove him crazy seeing you running around doing all of Crowley’s errands instead of getting to relax.

But nothing prepared him for the moment he found out that you were actually Crowley’s adopted daughter.

It happened one afternoon when he had gone to the Headmaster’s office, looking for you. He had been waiting outside when he overheard Crowley speaking dramatically.

“Oh, my dear, beloved child, how you have grown under my care! Why, I’ve been such a wonderful father figure to you, haven’t I?”

Epel nearly choked. Father?!

Before he could process what he just heard, he barged into the office. “Oi, what the heck do ya mean ‘father’?! Did I hear that right?!”

You turned around with an exhausted look. “Yeah… I was going to tell you eventually.”

Crowley beamed, opening his arms wide. “Indeed! I, the great and benevolent Headmage, have raised my child with the utmost care and wisdom!”

Epel’s eye twitched. “Wisdom?! You make ‘em do all your work! How’s that wisdom?!”

“Oh, details, details,” Crowley waved off.

Epel looked at you in disbelief. “Y/N, are ya serious? You’re Crowley’s kid?!”

You sighed. “I mean, technically. He took me in and raised me, so I guess that makes him my dad.”

Epel ran a hand down his face. “Oh, Seven, this explains so much…”

After that, Epel became ten times more protective over you whenever Crowley called for “small favors.”

Every time Crowley tried to get you to run another errand, Epel was right there to argue back.

“Oi, father-in-law, how ‘bout ya do some of yer own work for once?!”

“Epel, please—” you sighed.

“Nah! Yer his daughter, not his personal assistant!”

Epel might not have liked the idea of Crowley being your dad, but if there was one thing he did know, it was that you deserved better treatment. And if Crowley wasn’t going to act like a proper dad, Epel would just have to step in and be the one to look out for you himself.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek practically worshipped Lilia Vanrouge. The fae general was his idol—his ultimate example of strength and honor.

So when he found out that Lilia was your adoptive father, his brain nearly imploded.

It happened one day when the two of you were training together. Sebek had insisted that you improve your physical endurance, and as your ever-dedicated boyfriend, he was personally overseeing your regimen.

You were catching your breath when Lilia suddenly appeared, floating upside down.

“Fufufu~ My dear child, I see you’re working hard!”

You groaned, still out of breath. “Dad, don’t sneak up on me like that…”

Sebek, who had been drinking water, choked.

“D-D-Dad?!” Sebek’s voice cracked as he stared at you and Lilia.

You blinked at him. “Yeah…?”

Sebek immediately dropped to one knee. “LORD LILIA! I-I had no idea that my beloved was your child! Please forgive my ignorance!”

Lilia just laughed, flipping himself right-side up. “Oh my, no need for such formalities, Sebek. But isn’t it wonderful? My child is as strong as they are charming!”

Sebek’s brain shut down.

He had been dating Lilia Vanrouge’s daughter this whole time?! How did he not know?!

You sighed, putting a hand on your hip. “Sebek, get up. You don’t have to treat me any differently just because my dad is Lilia.”

Sebek, however, was having a crisis. “I—I must reevaluate my approach! Have I been showing you enough respect?! Have I been treating you properly as the offspring of a great fae?!”

Lilia patted Sebek’s shoulder, grinning. “Fufufu~ Relax, Sebek. If anything, I trust you the most to take care of them.”

Sebek immediately puffed up with pride. “OF COURSE! I SHALL DEDICATE MY LIFE TO ENSURING THEIR SAFETY!”

From that day forward, Sebek became even more overprotective.

You tripped? Sebek caught you before you even hit the ground.

Someone so much as looked at you the wrong way? Sebek was already yelling at them.

Lilia found the whole thing hilarious.

“Ah, young love,” he sighed dramatically one day. “Sebek, you might as well start calling me ‘Father’ with how much you dote on my child.”

Sebek turned red. “I—I—THAT WOULD BE TOO SOON!”

You just laughed, watching your boyfriend fumble while Lilia grinned in amusement.

Sure, Sebek was over the top, but you had to admit—it was kind of sweet knowing how much he truly cared.

[koolades-world]

Hello hello I’ve had another idea!! For the bros

Ok so. This MC is a real solemn person. Hardly ever smiles. Loves their demons a lot, doesn’t hide that, but is always so serious about it. Doesn’t really laugh or goof off or play with them or anything…

Except! One day, one of the demons impulsively kisses MC on the forehead/cheek/tip of their nose/on top of their head. Something real quick and innocent like that. A small gesture of affection.

Turns out that has a hell of an effect on their solemn human! It makes them light up like the dawn! They’re all smiley and bouncy and giggly for the rest of the day! They’re all like :D :D :D about it

(Seeing them smile for real like this for once, the demons notice that MC has dimples. They didn’t know that before!)

Write it if you want, no pressure as always, have fun :) also, if all 7 is too many, you could make it Asmo, Beel, and/or Satan. I think they’d work well for this. Do what you like though, your writing is always good! :)

hello!!!! i can already imagine mc's face going from :| to :D. and the brothers reactions. so cute!

enjoy <3

Serious Mc who lights up after receiving affection

Lucifer

he's not one to impulsively give out kisses, since they're usually planned and deliberate

but he's very glad that he did

he wouldn't trade that smile, or anything about you for the world

you demeanor for the rest of the day determines his too, since he also finds himself more happy and smiley than usual

Mammon

he cannot stop thinking about your dimples

i love the idea that he has them too, and obsess over the fact that you're matching

the first chance he gets he snaps a candid photo of you with that gorgeous smile

anytime he feels down, he just looks at it and thinks of you <3

Levi

it took him a while to work up the courage to give you that kiss

and he's sure glad he did

he was initially embarrassed at first, but he warmed up to this bubbly version of you

he will start to blush and try to brush off the subject if anyone asks why you were like that though haha

Satan

he didn't think such a switch up in demeanor was possible, until he met you

he equally loves the usual you and this new side of you

it makes you human, and while he would not know what that's like, that's what he adores about you

although he won't lie, he loves your dimples since they remind him of one of his favorite book characters

Asmo

and he thought he was the most beautiful thing in all the realms!

seeing you absolutely light up at something he gave you made his day

it's like you're a different person

since it's asmo, he'll be making a routine out of this to see that lovely smile more often

Beel

he didn't think it was possible to like you more than he already did

spoiler alert: he was wrong

when he looks at that smile, it's like there's nothing bad in the world and he can forget about what plagues him

he'd do anything for you and that precious grin <33

Belphie

he finds it a little eerie at first

he didn't even know you were capable of smiling

but he quickly grows used to it once he learns how infectious it is

he's got a cheeky little habit of tickling you while the both of you are relaxing as a way to make you laugh and smile at the same time

[altraviolet]

Oh! I just remembered something about your story I’ve been meaning to ask. I noticed maybe.. 3 times that some bots beginning to explain something to soundwave, and then instead say something like “Ah, you don’t care anyways.” Soundwave always responds in his mind “You don’t know how I feel.” I could be wrong but I don’t think that was ever fully addressed in your story. Like, soundwave just lets it slide. Why exactly? Also even after some people get to know him somewhat they still assume that?

ahhh the "you don't know what i care about" line. one of my favorite recurring threads throughout the fic :D

it's not so much "soundwave just lets it slide," it's that Soundwave Cares About Rodimus, and the three times that line is used, he cannot/will not expose this secret of his to the person he's talking to.

First time:

[Rodimus] “Can I come in?” Soundwave stepped aside. Rodimus slouched on his bed. He looked up at Soundwave. He glanced at the poster of them on Enceladia. His spoiler went down. “You don't care about anything, right?” ?? you don't know what i care about “Well?” “Incorrect. Several... things are important to me.”

Here Soundwave is talking with Rodimus, so he's obviously not going to say anything. It's far too early in the fic for that. The phrase combined with "several things are important to me" is a signal to the reader that Soundwave cares about Rodimus.

Second time:

“That's what I felt during the gray years,” said Drift. He reset his vocalizer. “That's why Rodimus couldn't fix it. He tried so hard to make me happy again. He was so happy when we- I mean, he and I-” Drift's eyes flashed. “Never mind. You wouldn't care.” you don't know what i care about, thought Soundwave as Drift hurried away. His processor chewed on Drift's words, repeating them over and over. “That's why Rodimus couldn't fix it. That's why Rodimus couldn't fix it.”

Here Soundwave is talking to Drift, and he's extremely not going to tell Drift what he cares about.

Side note: these paragraphs tie up the gray years from Soundwave's point of view. The reason Rodimus couldn't fix Drift's hurt is because Drift didn't love him the way he loved Ratchet. The only thing that would've made Drift feel better is Ratchet.

Third time:

Swerve held up the data pad and whistled. “Wow, there's a lot of really specific requests on here. Things I haven't served since...” His gaze moved to a model replica of the Lost Light behind the bar, surrounded by a few dusty, empty bottles. “Since... never mind. You won't care.” you don't know what i care about

Here Soundwave is talking to 0001 Swerve back in the 0001 dimension. He wouldn't waste his time correcting Swerve's assertion. Swerve assumes Soundwave wouldn't care about the Lost Light. He does, but he can't say why without having to answer a ton of questions. Also, shortly after he spots 0001 Rodimus. There's no reason to engage in conversation with this Swerve, whom he will never see again.

Another side note: Soundwave stating openly to himself that he cares about something, in defiance of assured statements by other characters, shows how he's changed since the very beginning.

So this isn't an unaddressed, loose thread. It's a deliberate demonstration of Soundwave's character change and a realistic portrayal of how he would react in those situations: he often defaults to silence.

[spitdrunken]

i am absolutely insane about your headcanons with the vee's, my mind is so full now... this is exactly what i was hoping to find when searching through the hazbin x reader tag after watching the episodes 👁️🙏🏻 please i'm so!! the being a writer for the vee's imagine is such a good idea, val and his.. comment especially got to me..

also, for your consideration:

Val — or all of the Vee's, really —, but, in the beginning, he's really not convinced about the quality of your dialogues, despite all the lines he's read (or, well, has had Vox read to him), so naturally you have to read your previous stories out loud to him, cheeks flushing and squirming when it gets to particularly graphic scenes and his gaze on you is so very heavy, smoke caressing your jaw while you stumble over your words.. It's worse if you've written about them and a character who resembles you, and Val's smile widens when you skip from story to story, mentioning the character — definitely not you — sucking Vox off, bending over willingly for Val and begging for Velvette to touch her, or even take all three of them at once, greedy...

Also the. love potions Velvette makes have me feeling things.. Her or Vox but they might end up putting a drop or four into your glass — purely accidentally, of course! —, and...

this is terrible.. my mind is too full now... i might have to post writing for hazbin now and it is your fault alone.. (affectionate; truly, I've enjoyed your thoughts so very much!! thank you for sharing!)

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much :D!! I had an absolute blast writing it myself, and I've been thinking about it lots!! Your ask made it even Worse (/pos) and I simply had to write more!! Please please please let me know if you write something for Hazbin, I can tell from your ask already that it'll be wonderful! And if you ever wanna chat about these guys, feel free to message me again, haha.

Notes: power imbalance, sexual harassment, heavily dubious/noncon due to love potion usage.

The fact Vox even bothers at all to take the time to sit Valentino down and read to him is already a show of your quality— He really wouldn’t go through wrangling him like that for just anyone, especially not with Val getting a bit pissy when being reminded your works were being compared to his. He needs to be told that, obviously, Val, some mere written words are never going to compare, especially not in earnings, to his creations. This placates Valentino. But all Vox gets for his efforts are a lazy flick of one of Valentino’s four wrists, his eyes not even looking at him. “Look, I still think it fucking sucks. But if you wanna hire them so badly, whatever. I’ve got better shit to do than listen to daddy’s horny story-time.” Suffice it to say, he becomes a lot more… Amiable (poor you) once you’re actually working there, and he has a face to attach to the stories. He can tell upon first glance that you’re one of those pathetic little hermits, too scared to leave your own shitty apartment, barely scraping by— He’s recruited plenty of those types as whores, after all. So easily pushed around that it shouldn’t give him nearly as much satisfaction as it does.

When Valentino practically demands you join him in his room and read your previous work to him, you sputter out protests, heart skipping a beat. Every employee in the company has something bad to say about this man, and so he’s about the last person you want to be caught alone in a room with. Especially not his bedroom.

“Ah, sir, I’m not really sure—“ But he’s already wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side as he drags you through the halls. The first thing that strikes you is how different the texture of coat is than you were expecting. It doesn’t even feel like anything at all. “Oh, sweetheart, call me Valentino. No need to be so unfamiliar with each other.” He practically purrs, a single finger tracing up the contours of your chest. “I feel like we’re going to get quite familiar.” If all the alarms weren’t ringing in your head before, they most definitely are now. But there’s nothing you can do. His grip on you is tight and, underneath his red coat, you can feel the hard metal of a pistol pressing against you.

He takes you to his room, walls covered with posters featuring himself, and you hardly have the time to look around before he sits you down on one of his red couches, still caught underneath one of his arms. It’s hard to think, much less speak, as Valentino starts to prod you to pull out your phone and start reading. “No need to be shy. You’re such an artista, aren’t you? Don’t keep me waiting.” It’s easy, at first. When the scene hasn’t grown explicit yet, and you can pretend you’re only reading the text out loud to yourself like you always do, making sure the sentences sound right. But Valentino makes it hard for you to distract yourself entirely. He rubs circles on the skin of your thigh, and the smoke from his pipe has long since been the only thing you can smell. The red smoke makes your head a little hazier, tongue a little looser— Though that all just might be because you’re not getting enough oxygen. Your every muscle is tense and, you think, this is what being a prey animal must feel like. The first time you stutter out the word ‘cock’, Valentino barks out a laugh, loud and sudden, entirely contrasting with the sultry demeanour he’s been putting on the whole time. You jump, gaze flickering from the screen to his face, before continuing. It gets worse when you realise exactly what story you’re reading out loud to him, one of the ones you’d never even posted anywhere, so utterly self-indulgent and poorly thought out that you regret it with every ounce of your being. (Unbeknownst to you, Vox has already read every draft you’ve ever typed up, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“Sorry, can I maybe, um, read a different one?” You practically squeak out. “I realised I have some better drafts, and…” “No,” Valentino shuts you down, tone temporarily harsh. “Don’t get too fucking cocky now, you’re already taking up enough time as it is. Shit’s about to get interesting, finally.” He’s saying all of this as if he wasn’t the one to drag you there in the first place.

So you trudge onward, reading as fast as you possible can, just trying to tough it out. As you read about a scared, unaccomplished demonic main character catching the eye of a trio of some of the most famous demons in town—through entirely unrealistic circumstances—you can see his grin grow wider from the corner of your eye. His nails dig into the flesh of your thigh, the smoke surrounding your face turning to caress your cheeks.

“So, let me gets this straight… You wrote about a trio of powerful demons with matching names, taking turns fucking an absolute nobody silly. One of them’s a pimp, the other a fashion designer, and the other a business man.” Valentino doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Greedy little slut. You even chose this one specifically to read out to me, huh? Seems I got you all wrong,” he hisses out. “This must be a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

Let’s just say that you got enough ‘material’ to write another four or so stories, just from that line alone.

----- A drop of love potion, and models always behave the absolute best, or so Velvette thinks! (As long as you don’t put in too much. It’s very hard to take good pictures when the girls keep trying to kiss you.) No bitching, no whining, only an easy to pose, cute demon to work with. And if she dresses you up in clothes that reveal more than they obscure, purely for her own enjoyment and usage, who’s going to blame her?

Certainly not you. You won’t remember a single damn thing. Not even the parts where you babble on about how pretty and gorgeous and cool she is, and how you’ve admired her for so long— All things she’s heard a million times before. Normally, she wouldn’t care less about it, but such words coming from someone with only a drop of her potion in her system means they’re all the absolute truth. She thinks it’s almost cute when it’s coming from you, really. ------------ Vox, on the other hand, would be more likely to use his hypnosis on you than a love potion. Just to have a few minutes in the middle of a meeting where you’re practically putty in his hands, all of your usual anxiety and shame having slid right off of your shoulders. He doesn’t feel any guilt about it whatsoever. Having read all of your works, he finds it safe to say that this is the exact kind of scenario you would enjoy…

And even if you didn’t, he still would. He gets a bit of a thrill out of the loopy, relaxed smile on your face as you nuzzles your cheeks against his arm, professing all of the thoughts you had about him before working at VoxTech, and the ones you still have today. It’s during one of these exact moments, that he’d likely find out that Valentino had fucked you already, something he hadn’t found necessary to mention. They’ll have a bit of a discussion about that later!

[habken]

1) For your Werewolf!Deku AU, if werewolves were just a thing that exists separately from quirks as a whole, would that mean that any other paranormal creatures would exist as well?

2) You said that he initially got attacked (and then presumably infected/changed into a werewolf lol) sometime between first getting OFA or after everyone moved into the dorms, but that he doesn’t fully recall it. I’ve been thinking of potential ways in which the attack could play out, how he could stumble away from it and get back home somehow, but how could he just… forget about being assaulted?

Did he repress it somehow? Did his super werewolf healing kick in and vanish any proof of injury before anyone could even see it at all? Did he convince himself that he was just imagining things? What are your thoughts on it?

3) Any new werewolf Deku art? I swear, you’ve got me chomping at the bit for more here—it’s just SUCH a fun concept to think about and the way you draw it all is a blast to look at.

When you first showed us it, for example, I think there was a doodle somewhere on the page that showed Izuku with this uncharacteristically hard expression and uncolored eyes. I think drawings like that, where the character is potentially close to losing control or getting precariously angry, are awesome. That kind of intensity is so cool to see.

1) A solid maybe? It’s very funny to think that there’s just quirks and werewolves and nothing else, but I also like the idea of other supernatural elements being out there

2) I think there’s a combination of reasons that the attack was so hazy for him. Yes his brain kind of repressed it, and all the injuries healed so fast that they were gone the next morning, not even Inko saw them. I also borrowed some concepts from vampire lore, where in some versions their bite has venom that is able to make the victim forget the attack ever took place so they can continue to feed on people without outright killing them or being discovered. I was imagining something similar happening with the werewolf bite, where it doesn’t necessarily erase the memories but makes it almost feel like a dream or clouds over it so you can’t really comprehend what exactly happen and your brain rationalizes it as something else, like a dog chasing you down an alley or something. I think all these factors combined made Deku chalk up the attack to a strange dream

3) once I get through this semester, I definitely want to make more werewolf au art !! :D

Also I know the sketch you’re talking about and yess when I drew it, I was imagining deku having a harder time controlling his more negative emotions as it gets closer the the full moon. Being kind of grumpy and more aggressive in training, but also befuddled as to why he’s in such a bad mood and apologizing profusely about it lol

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hello! Are your requests still open? If so, then may I ask a Stanley x reader where reader is an international student and xeno's fam is their host family? (you can toss in sum platonic xeno hcs too or smth) 😔😔😔

(YES THIS IS SPECIFIC THIS SCENARHAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AGESSS. No I'm not an in this situation I'm just curious on the take of an xreader where instead of being an actual sibling of another character they're a host sibling or sibling figure CAUSE I ALMOST NEVER SEE THOSE IM SORRY FOR DUMPINGG AHHHH)

ALSO IF REQUESTS ARE CLOSED THEN PLS IGNOREE

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hello🐝 anon! I tried to make it for whatever country or place they came from so I hope you enjoy!🫶🫶

Stanley x Xeno’s Exchange student Sibling💘

Let’s talk your relationship with Xeno first 

He literally decided to be part of the program because he wanted extra help with his work without complaint

But when a very energetic, loud, hyper student came to the door he wanted to throw you in a box and put a return to sender sticker on it 

Surprisingly though, he gets use to the loudness, and even finds it hard to work without it

His once boring office gets turned into a museum of things and pictures you made, consisting of the custom made picture frame of the two of you at a conference he took you to, the random sticky notes saying motivational words like, “keep up the good work bro :D” to a little less motivation with, “if you leave the toilet seat up again I’m gonna smash all of your equipment >:(”, and even a nice green couch you can just come and sit on if you’re ever bored or need help with your homework 

It honestly doesn’t take him long to start seeing you less as a helper and more of an actual sibling

As I’ve said before, I think Xeno has a fine line between his work life and his actual life, so since you were just supposed to be his apprentice he didn’t introduce you to Stanley

But as he’s built a relationship with you, he’d be thinking of ways to introduce the two of you

He decides to do something a little out of the ordinary for himself and you… A GOOD OLD AMERICAN FOOTBALL GAME

I headcanon that Stanley really likes football and is one of those guys with the jersey and yells at the tv

You go to a game with Xeno and you see Stanley sitting and scrolling on his phone 

Xeno introduces you two, explaining who each of you are

“Nice to meet you, Stanley! Xeno talks highly of you!”

“I can say the same for you Ms y/n.”

Ofc Stanley just gets super loud and obnoxious about the game and starts cheering, screaming, and cussing lol

Ofc if you’re foreign or don’t understand football that well you’ll have questions that Stanley’s more than happy to answer

He notices you just randomly cheering with him and getting mad when he gets mad

Then he notices your face, your laugh, and ofc your smile 

After that he starts asking Xeno about you more

“What’s y/n doing today?”

“Is y/n at school right now?”

“Is y/n gonna stop by the lab?”

The same could be said about you too

“How long have you and Stanley known each other?”

“Is Stanley coming over?”

“Do you think Stanley would want some food? I’ll pack extra just in case!”

He really doesn’t think much about it at first

He’s just happy that the two people he cares about like each other 

But he started noticing something when the two of you start hanging out with each other…without him

“Stanley what’re you doing here?”

“Oh y/n said that they wanted to pick strawberries so I thought I’d take them.”

Or

“Where’re you going y/n?”

“There’s this rock band I’ve always wanted to see so Stanley’s taking me!”

That’s when it clicks to him

Xeno goes to you first

“Are you and Stanley in a relationship?”

“Pfft I wish”

Que you making him sit there and letting you rant on how much you like Stanley while you’re kicking your feet and twirling your hair

Then he asks Stanley

“Y/n? I mean they are very beautiful, not in a weird way ofc, but we aren’t together. Why? Did they say something?”

He’ll take that as a yes

Xeno literally just puts you two together one day and just spills the beans for you two

All he asks is that you both take care of each other and if Stanley does anything bad he swears he’ll never breathe again-

Your relationship didn’t really change much when you became a couple 

He definitely gets more touchy feely though 

You’ll be standing there literally just minding your own business and you’ll feel an arm sneak across your waist

Or you’ll be chilling on the couch together and he’ll do the cheese yawn and wrap his arm around you but he makes it seem like the hottest thing ever

He tries to take you out every week or every other week

When you come home, standing on your porch and you and Stanley are tryna say bye to each other, one kiss normally leads to two which normally leads to a small make out session 

This queues Xeno flicking on and off the porch lights, still irritated that he has to continue to pull you two off of each other 

You, Xeno, and Stanley still have your little hang outs though and Xeno doesn’t have to scrape you and Stanley apart

You and Stanley do feel bad cause he has 3rd wheeled sometimes, you two have even thought about making a plan for him to go out with someone

Stanley loves your voice, whether you’re gossiping with him or just talking about your day he can listen to you days on end

[justevelynnnn]

Nsfw alphabet Wolverine💛💙

Notes: Hellloooooo Everyone… Ok so I did see the wonderful Wolverine and Deadpool movie and now I’m obsessed with this man and this character. Like specifically this Hugh jackman wolverine. I’m gonna admit right now…I never cared about Wolverine until seeing that movie. I never saw any of the other movies either😭 I barely even know what the “X-men” are. My dad is the marvel fan so he kinda just puts me on and is the only reason I care about these hero movies to begin with… Soooo I’m sorry to any long time fans… but anyways because I just cannot stop thinking about this movie and this guy I’m doing my first ever nsfw alphabet thingy! ✨🎉🎊 Yippie!!

I mighttt do a sfw version. But I dunno, I’ve only ever seen this one movie so I might miss important little pieces of his character but I really just wanna do this so yeah😞. Sorry for rambling, I hope everyone enjoysss 👍🏾👍🏾

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don’t let that grump personality fool you, Logan is honestly really sweet after everything is all over. He has some towels nearby to help clean you off and he’ll even offer you water. He’s experienced so he knows what he’s doing. Sometimes if he feels like he was too rough with you he’ll even try to massage your sore muscles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of he had to pick would be his arms. He spends a lot of time keeping up his fit and strong appearance. Especially his biceps, and they’re honestly your favorite part of him too.

His favorite part of you is your hips. He loves squeezing them even when he’s not in bed. He loves watching them sway as you walk. How they look in skirts and nice dresses… It’s the first thing he noticed about you and they kinda drive him crazy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Logan doesn’t jack off a lot (he’d rather drink tbh) and with the constant missions he’s too busy to really… “relieve himself” so whenever he did get with someone he’d cum alot.

He did a lot of one night stands before you. Just meaningless sex to get off. But you changed everything. Cumming was so much better with someone he actually cared about. He loved it.

He still came quite a bit. It had no real taste or anything either.

He doesn’t care where either but he likes watching you swallow it or just watching it disappear in you in general.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you somewhere public. Even better if there’s a huge risk of being caught. He never will ask but he really hopes one day you’ll try and initiate it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Given that he’s almost 200, he has…quite a bit. Like said before he did a lot of one night stands between missions so he eventually picked up on a lot. He knows what makes people tick.

So of course when you came along he could tell what you’d like just by how you’d walk. And of course he’s very attentive so any squirming or noise you made he’d pay attention to it all and remember for the future.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything he can see your face in. He doesn’t care. He’s honestly not a big fan of doggy either but if you like it he’ll do it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a bit serious but not super serious. He’ll laugh at a few things but he won’t be telling too many jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He actually keeps himself pretty neat down there. He likes to keep things shaven enough so the people that do go down on him don’t get mouthfuls of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Let’s just say the better he knows you, the more intimate he is. Oh course with his one night stands he didn’t care if people finished or not and that’s just how it was. Kinda cold tbh.

With you he’s pretty intimate especially the closer y’all are. He likes to hold you close to him and sometimes if he’s feeling really sweet and sappy he’ll stare into your eyes more…

He’s not too too sweet but he’s sweet enough for being Logan.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He never really used to jack off. Didn’t feel the appeal. Before he really got into sleeping around he’d just drink. Somehow it helped curve his lust. Then when he started sleeping with a bunch of others he jerked off even less. And when you came into his life..even less. If you two didn’t have sex for a while and he was super desperate and missing you he’d rub a quick one out. Desperate times, desperate measures!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Other than exhibitionism and sometimes just plain dirty talking,……primal play. He’s always been a feral guy so it makes sense. He never considered it before you but you really changed him. He wasn’t into it at first though because he was scared he’d hurt you but once you said it was ok and taught him what a safe word was he tried it and it changed his life. Deep down he really loved being a bit more primal in bed with you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He doesn’t care or have a favorite place. Most of the time y’all end up in his bed or wherever y’all are sleeping for the night but he doesn’t care where in the end.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Before you, nothing… he didn’t care much as long as the person has a fuckable hole. He preferred women but if it was a guy he wouldn’t mind.

When you came into his life, it was everything. The way you’d talk, move, dress even sometimes. He has a lot of self control though so you weren’t aware of how crazy you drove him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t wanna hurt you. He doesn’t wanna yell hurtful things at you either. You once brought up him using his claws and jut flat out declined. How would he even incorporate them? Just no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Before you, he’d rather receive. That was kinda the whole point of sleeping around the way he would, to get off.

After he met you he became obsessed with getting you off. And he was really good at it too of course with all his experience. He loved fingering and using his tongue at the same time but if you had a preference he’d obey immediately. He just loved getting you off.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Logan was normally just lazy and sensual. He didn’t care about being a top or bottom but he’d normally default to bottom. He was never too crazy with his one night stands. He’d only be fast and rough if he was mad enough which was rare. He didn’t like hurting people during sex.

When you came along he kinda stayed the same but if you’d ask him to be a certain way he would. He didn’t like being rough with you either too much honestly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them. Of course with you he’d rather spend more time making love to you but if time didn’t allow it he’d totally be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d experiment with the primal play thing but other than that ehhh… once Deadpool suggested a threesome, and though Logan considered it for a second he said no. Maybe if he was drunk enough…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Being the way he is, he can go all night. This man had a lot of stamina it was actually kinda insane. Of course he’d be more tired after a mission but at minimum he could go for maybe 5, 6 rounds if that was the case?

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t really care for toys honestly. He didn’t hate them he’d just rather not. He always was like that too even before you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sometimes if he was a bit drunk he’ll tease but he doesn’t really do it much. It’s rare..

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Logan’s never been too loud. He definitely grunts and groans and when he gets with you he moans a bit too. But other than that he’s quiet.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s different things saying different things about his sexuality but I saw something about him behind bi and I agree

Did he or did he not fuck Deadpool in that Honda odyssey😭

I just don’t think he cared who he ended up sleeping with as long as he got off

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s girthy. I firmly belief it idc. I forgot the average length but I think he’d be like 6 and a halfish. Oh and he knows how to use it too of course

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like said he never cared to jack off but sometimes he did get a bit needy from time to time so that’s what lead to the in between mission fucks. With you he’d be good if y’all did it at least a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With the random people he’d sleep with, immediately. He didn’t care as long as he got off, came and the other person was done.

With you though he couldn’t until he knew you were good. Sometimes he would lay still for a bit to catch his breath but after a bit he would do his usual aftercare with you and sometimes he would wait until you feel asleep first.

[chokifandom]

hihi new moot !! it’s nice to meet u and i love love love ur nagi theme :D

if there’s still slots open for ur event, i’d like to req 12 + venti from genshin !! congrats on 100 !!! 🤍

— underneath a broken sky

Thank you for requesting! your song is... A GOLDEN FORCE (ISON)

venti x f!reader, i call him barbatos instead of venti, super corny i guess LMAOO, major character death bc it’s the end of the world, slightly descriptive depictions of body pain, kinda angsty but mostly just very cheesy, possibly ooc venti because it’s been a while since i’ve written genshin and also he’s very weathered down by time and grief. also this song technically isn't an end of the world song but the vibes are There

wc: 1.6k

a/n: THANK U FOR REQUESTING ARTEMIS!! and we're technically not new moots anymore LMAO i’m so sorry it took me so long to get started on these event requests but i finally did! i was lowkey very stumped writing this because there were SO many ways i could write an end of the world scene and they would all fit venti and it was just. hard for me to choose. i hope u enjoy this <3

event

the day morax dies, you find barbatos on top of a windmill.

with a great rumble, the earth in liyue split apart, cracking and fissuring what remained of the great land. sat atop a windmill, venti heaved a forlorn sigh. the rifts in the earth stopped at the stone gate, almost threatening to tear into mondstadt.

the windmill was a rusty old thing, creaking with every slight breeze— its blades had long crumbled away with time, the city around it a ghost of what it had been.

he couldn’t bring himself to see morax in person, not even when you had told him that you could sense the earth weakening. and so you made the trip to liyue alone, so that the old dragon wouldn’t have to care for loneliness, at least in his final moments. perhaps, he could never truly come to terms with the possibility of outliving his old friend.

a familiar presence arrives next to him on a gust of wind.

“morax is no longer with us.” you perch next to him. almost immediately he intertwines his hand with your own.

it’s still real, no matter how much he runs away. morax is still dead, and him not being there to see it doesn’t change anything about it.

“he was… he was a good archon.” barbatos says. “i always thought morax would be the last of us.”

“isn’t fate a terrible thing? or whatever is left of it, i suppose,” you hum in response. “i watched him crumble into the earth, until he was indistinguishable from the soil around where he once stood.”

there are cracks on his face, like he was a porcelain doll  that eventually succumbed to the test of time. the erosion got to everyone cursed with a long life, and neither of you were an exception. 

the ugly claws of finality wrap itself around his heart, and his grip on your hand tightens with an anxiety he had seldom known prior to this moment. the looming end shouldn’t have felt so terrible— why then, does he feel his heart wrench?

he’s brooding. he almost doesn’t realise it until you cup his cheek with your other hand and lean in to rest your forehead against his. he closes his eyes and feels the world come back to him.

this lonely, barren world.

barbatos remembers the day istaroth had allowed him to peer into her memories, so he could learn the truth of this world. it was a few centuries before the people forgot her, before her existence dissipated. that heavenly mother of time wept for humanity and her tears rippled in the leylines. a piece of that bitter sadness taking root in his heart that day and never completely disappeared even long after her death, when the flow of time started eroding and becoming chaotic.

the tsaritsa had incurred the wrath of the higher ones with her betrayal, and she was the first of the archons to fall. all the snow on teyvat melted away until even dragonspine returned to how it had once been, bare mountain and flowing water. the abyss, ever opportunistic, took to ravaging the now godless land— and celestia disappeared quietly amidst the ash and flames.

but through everything, you had always been there. he remembers the first time he met you; dancing at the edge of starfell lake, your movements light and graceful but carefree at the same time. he emerged from the trees and played a lovely tune on his harp to match the rhythm of your steps, and you smiled at him 

in terms of authority, you were quite unimportant. a minor deity with the trees and flowers under your dominion was all that you were. but venti thought that it was one of the most beautiful things, to be able to create such life— anyone could shape the mountains and flatten the earth into plains, but not many gods had the kindness in their heart for even the smallest lives like you did. 

through decarabian’s fall, through the rise and fall of khaenri’ah, to the day that the abyss plundered the nations of teyvat, you had been there. you loved him through everything as did he, and now it was just the both of you nearing the end of time, under a sky torn apart from the war that had once seemed endless. 

it had been at least three thousand years since that day. three thousand years that almost seemed to have passed in an instant. fate truly does have such a cruel way of playing out, especially with how tangible the infinite realm of possibility was to an immortal than it could ever have been to a mere human, and that realm of possibility included carrying the weight and memories of a bygone world that the higher ones had left to wither away from both memory and existence.

suddenly, he feels a tug on his arm, and he doesn’t really have the time to react before he’s floating through the air, landing on a soft patch of grass that looks unusually squared against the dead soil. and before he can really process what happened, he starts laughing. it’s a hoarse sound from centuries of disuse, but it still has a raw sort of musicality to it. 

barbatos hasn’t felt this… weightless since the cataclysm two thousand years ago. 

you plop yourself next to him as he dusts himself off, and he watches. a bright glow emanates from your hand one moment, and there is a cecilia in it the next. you reach out and push the stalk of it into his hair. “you look so beautiful with flowers in your hair.”

you inhale sharply when you feel a tingling setting off in your palms, like a flame you can’t withdraw from. time had taken its toll on every immortal being— the erosion had started to cause you immense pain to bring new life into the world, and so the trees and flowers slowly died out too, just like the snow and the rivers and seas and the lightning and now, the earth. 

“what are you…—” he takes your hands in his, running his fingers over the cracks that had freshly appeared in them. golden ichor spills out, falling onto the grass and dissipating into the air. he lets go when you wince lightly, face softened with worry as he watches you. “doesn’t it hurt?”

“it does indeed,” you reply. the blades of grass withered away where your divine blood had spilled, sticking out a sore brown amidst the patch of green. “but there’s no point anymore, is there? there is no world to save anymore.”

“you’re right,” maybe it doesn’t have to be such a terrible thing anymore. the weight of the world on his shoulders is lightening up, and he begins to feel like a mere wind spirit again. “let us set ourselves free once more!”

in a brilliant display of light, barbatos unfurls his wings as he floats up into the air, braids coming wild and undone. a searing pain tears through his back and his lungs and his chest and he is caught somewhere between a wheeze, a shriek and a joyful laugh as he descends. there’s an ugly sound that’s somewhere between glass shattering and flesh tearing apart; his body is full of those ugly fractures, golden ichor falling out of every crevice of it, dripping down his beautiful face and majestic wings. “oh… oh, it hurts…”

it’s so difficult, so, so, difficult. your chest burns with every breath you take, but you make it— an expanse of green, a field of flowers of every kind that used to grow when times were not so discordant. an ugly splinter grows straight through the middle of your head.

barbatos lifts a shaky hand, caressing your cheek and wiping away the golden streaks running down them. you fall onto his shoulder; he feels your skin harden against his own, like bark of a tree. it’s grating, but it’s the last thing he’d ever feel; and so he pushes the discomfort to the back of his mind as he cradles your body that is slowly turning limp. 

“my lovely barbatos, in our long lives, i am so very grateful to have been able to be audience to your song.” you breathe out, and he rubs a tender hand on your back. but his palms don’t feel whole anymore— the end is approaching. “did you know? i am so happy that i get to breathe my last, with you by my side. whatever the end may be, neither of us will be alone.”

“forgive me, my windblume, for my voice is no longer what it used to be— my harp was lost in the war, too, but i hope that you won’t mind.” his throat burns, but he manages to sing a sweet lullaby that the mothers of mondstadt would sing to their children, a sweet song about the dandelions and windwheel asters. “rest well, my love.”

“i hope that we will be lovers, even in our next lives, if there is anything that awaits after this.” with your limbs effectively tangled, your bodies fall between the flowers, their clean petals being tainted by the gold blood that disappears as soon as it touches surface beneath a broken sky.

your vision fades into nothing as do all your other senses as your body turns back into the soil that you arose from, and barbatos’ body slowly dissipates into the air, like it had never been there in the first place. the world crumbles into itself under the weight of non-existence.

[indieyuugure]

Your comic series is the first Rottmnt comic Iv ever read! It was an amazing first impression to the Rottmnt fandom! Could you teach me how to draw the turtle boys ( rise turtles)?

Also love the new update!

Aw! I’m so glad my comic made on good impression on you! ^v^

Of course! I’d love to help you!

So first thing’s first, here’s the boys the best I can draw them. The most important thing when learning to draw new characters is identifying what makes them look like them. We’ll start with the faces since that’s, in most cases, the point of focus.

Leo’s face is a pretty tall and vaguely pentagonal. His face is also very angular, the corners of his cheeks and top of his head are very sharp. Leo has the traditional style mask with tails that drop down to about his waist.

Donnie has that smart boi forehead and majestic eyebrows. His forehead often has a soft curve to it while, similarly to Leo, his cheeks and jaw use sharp angles. Remember too that the top of his head is flat, there’s no curve. His mask is that newer pirate style that wraps over the top of his head, with the tails looking like curvy squares.

Mikey’s face is a combination of a rounded square and a circle. The top of his head, while much rounder than Donnie’s, is somewhat square. The bottom of his face is a curve. Sometimes I draw the curve in line segments, but it’s not a requirement and won’t impact the way he looks. In general though, Mikey has a very circular face. His mask is the traditional TMNT style with the rounded bouncing tails on the back.

Raph is arguably the hardest to get right for some odd reason. Really though Raph’s face is just a shorter version of Leo’s face with slightly more exaggerated angles. His face is like a fat pentagon. Also tip: Raph’s eyes are always just a little smaller then you think they’re going to be. Trace some scenes from the ROTTMNT movie, you’ll see what I mean. Raph’s mask is the same style as Donnie’s where it covers the whole top of his head. There’s a small nick on the edge above his right cheek and the tails are tattered.

Okay, next are their markings! They play a lot in how easily identifiable they are.

I figured these diagrams should help as a little map as to what spots go where.

Alright, now we’ll look at their shells. There are many amazing diagrams and explanations for drawing their shells on Pinterest I’ve found, but I’ll sum it up here as best I can.

Leo’s shell is very sleek in design making his is profile look the thinnest of his brothers. Many people describe his general body shape as being an inverted triangle.

Donnie’s shell is very straight with hardly any curves. I didn’t include his battle shell in this since that qualifies as “gear” in my opinion, so you get to see what Donnie’s shell looks like! You’ll notice that the sides of his shell are very wide, which I’m guessing is because the curve of his carapace is so shallow.

Mikey’s shell is very similar to Leo’s but is a lot thicker and boxier(haha get it? Cause he’s like, a Box Turtle? :D I’m so lame…). He’s also much rounder and the distance between his plastron and carapace is pretty big.

Raph’s shell is probably the most complex of the boys because of all the spikes. Good things to keep in mind are that the spikes on the top of his plastron angle out, and spikes on his carapace flow up. In general think of Raph as a pentagon, he’s got big broad shoulders and arms and almost comically short legs. (And yes, I’m aware that I didn’t include the side of his shell here, it was too big to fit on the diagram. But just to give you an idea of where it should be, around the “w” in “flow” is where it should connect to his carapace.

Okay! So now that we’ve covered what the boys look like, let’s apply it to their bodies!

Here’s a quick sketch of Leo. “Oh, but Indie” I hear people say, “I can only draw basic shapes and stick figures!” Well to that I say good because that’s what I’m doing too!

For drawing action, it’s crucial to capture the energy of the character. And in a style like Rise’s energy is an iconic trait. So I’ve re-invented this “shape method” to actually be useful. The number one thing is that these shapes are loose guides as to the positioning of the body. Don’t think of these shapes as “well chests are like cubes and arms are like rectangles.” These shapes are place holders. I could replace those circles with stars and it wouldn’t change anything. I just use circles because they’re faster to scribble and stand out against the hard angles of everything else.

Here’s a picture of the shapes overlayed on the image, as you see, these shapes are guides to help comprehend a complex angle in 3D space. Sadly I don’t have much I can assist with on proportions, since I learned purely by studying total uncreepily real life people and myself (I swear I’m posing in the mirror for purely educational reasons! Okay!?).

But anyway, for this kind of thing, practice is the only remedy. Just draw action pose after action pose. Trace scenes from ROTTMNT and the movie to teach your eye to see what things should look like and to train your brain to recognize patterns of shapes and angles.

I hope you found this at all helpful. I’m not really sure how great of a teacher I am but people keep asking questions like these so I guess I’m okay. Glad you liked ROTP so much and I’m glad it made such a good impression on you! ^v^

Good question! :]

And of course if you have more questions, feel free to ask. Here are some previous asks about drawing I’ve gotten that you might also find interesting:

Tricks for Drawing Extra Expressive Faces

More Tricks for Drawing Expressions

Tips and Tricks to Drawing Non-Graphic Wounds

Basic Guide and Tips for Drawing the 2012 and Rise Turtles

How to Draw 2012 Raph’s Fire Ninpo

Nailing The 2012 TMNT Style in 2D

Important Concepts in Drawing Female Characters

[scnderlands]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒜𝐿𝒫𝐻𝒜𝐵𝐸𝒯 — j.slaughter

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, mentions of sex, dacryphilia, blood kink, non-con kink, knife play, johnny slaughter being johnny slaughter, typical nsfw things

authors notes — I’ve been wanting to do an alphabet for some of the tcm characters forever, so why not kick it off with a dirty little johnny post? this is all for fun and games, so if you don’t agree w anything, that’s okay <3 I might make some more n/sfw alphabets if people want, too (also let’s pretend I’m not uploading this at 6am).

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

at first he wasn’t exactly understanding of aftercare, he was used to just fucking and leaving, you know, the whole family business. but once he got with you, you taught him what aftercare actually was and it became one of him favourite things — he’d actually look forward to it, not that he’d tell you that. the idea of holding you close to him, all sweaty and panting, both of you more relaxed than you ever could be, enjoying the silence and the come down from your shared high. what could be better?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favourite body part of yours is definitely your ass and thighs, doesn’t matter whether they’re big or small, he just loves the soft parts of your body. he loves squeezing them, slapping them, biting them, laying on them — whatever, he is just borderline obsessed with them. but in all honesty, every single part of your body is his favourite, he’s just so into you that he can barely contain himself.

his favourite part of himself is his arms and hands, his muscular biceps and large hands make him feel manly and give him extra confidence, plus when he’s choking someone, seeing his hands or arms cover them completely kinda gets him going. plus he knows how much you love those parts of him, and that makes him like himself just that little bit more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s filthy when it comes to his cum, he’ll have it everywhere — he’ll cum on your face, your ass, in your mouth, and even forcing it into your cunt and breeding you like you deserve. he claims you as his and him having his cum in you or all over you just cements that fact. it tastes a little salty but mostly just normal, he likes to think he has a “good” diet just for your taste.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

johnny is a dirty little panty stealer, especially dirty panties. any time you’re showering or have gotten changed, he’ll pick up a pretty pair and shove it into his pocket, and he’ll act completely innocent when you ask if he’s seen them anywhere — he’ll just claim he probably ripped them to shreds when he fucked you, or threw them behind something accidentally. he loves smelling them while he’s masturbating (which isn’t often) but when he really misses you, then it just brings him that much closer to you. he has a secret little stash of them in his shack, tucked away in the back of a drawer, all different colours and styles just for his pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no surprise but he is pretty damn experienced, but in the beginning he only really fucked for his own pleasure, not really caring about the other person. but when he got you, then all he wanted was to hear you moaning, to hear his name tumbling from your pretty lips. so he focused on and used everything he knew best, and of course he listened and learnt what you enjoyed — he basically became a god of fucking you, knowing everything that made you break, the things that made you quiver and come without him barely touching you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

surprisingly, missionary is his favourite, mostly because he likes seeing your face while he’s fucking you, having his hands wrapped around your throat or pinning your hands above your head. there’s something intimate about the simplicity of missionary and he loves that. but he enjoys mixing it up a little, missionary that turns into a mating press, and whatnot.

his second favorite is doggy, but because he loves ass, and it makes it easy to wrap his arm around your neck and pull you back into his chest. a secret favourite as well is forcing you into the full nelson, because what wouldn’t be enjoyable about that?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s more serious but it’s because he gets lost in the moment, he’s so concentrated on making you come that he doesn’t really take the moment to be more relaxed. but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to laugh and joke on during it, he’ll often say things that makes you chuckle, especially when he’s being “sweet” — but he doesn’t make a habit to go out of his way to make a joke unless it’s to lighten the mood after an intense session.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

johnny is pretty well groomed, he often shaves his armpits and trims his pubes, mostly because of the hot weather so he likes to keep it shorter but also because he feels more comfortable. he definitely leaves hair down there though, and grows out his happy trail because he knows he looks good with it. and of course he leaves the little bit of chest hair he has. all of his hair is jet black, and pretty thick and straight.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he can sometimes be nice and loving, slow and romantic. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, pumping in and out of you deeply, just showing how he loves you. but of course he has the moments, which is more likely, where he fucks you hard and rough, using you for his own pleasures. it all depends on the moment, the day, and his mood, but expect a bit of everything from him. but johnny has his own ways of intimacy, his own way of showing his love and being what he thinks is romantic, even if he is being rough the entire time.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he rarely jacks off, instead he prefers having sex with you to relieve himself, but on the off times he does need to jack off, then he has specific things he’ll do. like stated he’ll sniff your panties or look at polaroids of naked pictures you took for him, picturing you riding him and moaning for him. he’ll edge himself a lot, too, your name always rolling off his tongue when he moves his hand nice and slow up and down his cock. other times he wants it over quickly, locking himself in the bathroom and fucking his hand hard and fast, just needing to come and get it over with so he can get back to his busy schedule.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blood kink — need I say more? he loves eating and tasting people, and your blood is something that he loves tasting, especially when he’s balls deep inside of you. there’s something so intimate about licking the blood trickling down your neck and making love to you at the same time, something so intimate about sharing something like blood with each other. he also loves having you taste his, whether it’s from biting his lip or even just licking his wound when he accidentally cuts himself.

knife kink — again, a pretty obvious one, the man who walks around with a knife and cuts people up basically for a living? he likes the way you flinch under the cool steel of his blade, cutting your clothes off your body with it, leaving lines and marks on you. he’ll cut you if you let him, not deep enough to scar, but enough to get a little blood from you, two kinks for the price of one.

non-con kink — he loves having his way with you, especially when you’re begging him to stop or when you’re whimpering and crying. of course he doesn’t hurt you, instead he pleasures until you can’t take it anymore, until you want it to stop but he just won’t. sometimes he’ll grab you from behind when you least expect it, blindfold and gag you, tie you up and fuck you senseless.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s a simple man with simple pleasures, taking you on a bed or the sofa in his shack is good enough for him, anything with soft padding for him and you to be comfortable. but sometimes he likes to mix it up, fucking you in a victims car or bending you over a table in his mothers house and having his way with you. it depends on his mood like usual, it doesn’t matter where it is as long as he gets to cum in you — but he does have a preference for the risky areas, the outdoor places where you have the chance to be caught, or even just places where he didn’t bother locking the door.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he’s a pretty simple man so a lot of things you do turn him on, it can be as simple as seeing you all warm and bothered on a hot summers day or seeing you bend over picking something up off the floor. but some other things are a little meaner, like seeing you cry when you’re upset or when you’re annoyed with him and you pout all cute like. his favourite thing though, is when you’re angry or really upset, shouting at him, pushing him away or pounding on his chest to get him away — that instantly sends the blood to his cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

there isn’t much he wouldn’t do, or at least there isn’t really any hard no’s. but he isn’t a fan of threesomes, he doesn’t like the idea of anyone else touching you, pleasing you — he knows he’s enough for you and you’re enough for him, so why would you want to invite someone else into the bedroom? as for turn offs, there isn’t really many, something might turn his off once because of his mood or just how he’s feeling on that day but then it might not the next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

just like most people, he loves recieving and seeing you on your knees, especially when you’re choking and gagging on him. but he absolutely loves going down on you, he loves to pleasure you and anything that gets you moaning his name, he loves. he’s really good at it too, he was already good before he met you but he’s learnt exactly what gets you going, and god knows he can work miracles with that tongue of his. there are times he’ll go down on you for the sake of it, not even expecting it to be foreplay for sex. he’ll just push you up against something and drop to his knees, pushing your panties to the side and eating you out, then he’ll just go about the rest of his day like normal after making you come on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he goes between fast and rough and slow and sensual, but most of the time he likes it fast and rough. throwing you about and using you as a glorified fleshlight and making you come at his will is just too much to pass up. when he’s been more romantic or sensual, he likes to have you in missionary, his head buried in the crook of your neck where his moans and sighs are slightly muffled, and he can just push his cock into you nice and slowly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as much as he loves taking his time with you, he loves a good old fashioned quickie, bending you over some car or throwing you up against a wall when he needs to relieve himself. he’s worse with it when he’s had a bad day and something has annoyed him, he’ll practically hunt you down just to fuck you. he doesn’t have quickies every day, but it’ll be at least one or twice every couple of days.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

johnny is completely down for taking risks, fucking you in easily caught places and places that are pretty dangerous — the most noticeable place being near his mothers house, or even inside, he’ll drag you off somewhere when you’re visiting her and have his way with you then act like nothing happened when you can barely walk. he loves to experiment with you, too, after all he has some pretty out there kinks that you didn’t exactly like or ever think about trying, but he respects if you have hard no’s — he’s a lot more caring than he pretends to be.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not so surprisingly, he has a lot of stamina, and can go a whole bunch of rounds, but usually he’ll tap out after two, or a very long session. he enjoys having multiple sessions throughout the day rather than all at once, because then he can burn off all that energy and anger he gets during the day. during a usual session, foreplay included, it’ll last around 45 minutes to an hour — after all, he really loves taking his time with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

so he’s pretty hit and miss with toys, he didn’t exactly like them at first. he was kinda insulted when you brought up the idea of having a vibrator / when he found yours, because he took it that he wasn’t good enough for you and that you clearly needed to have something else make you come. after you finally convinced him to just use it on you during sex, his entire world lit up. watching how easy it was to have you a quivering, blubbering, sniveling mess sent blood rushing straight to his cock — and now a lot of the time, especially during longer sessions, he’ll use it on you to tease or give his hand a little bit of a break if he needs it. he also loves making you use it on yourself while he watches, sometimes wanking himself off while you make yourself come.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s a huuuuge tease, loves to edge you for as long as he can, it’s even better if he gets you to the edge of coming on a morning then he can leave for the day — but he tells you not to touch yourself, because he’ll know — sometimes he’ll even “check” during the day to make sure you haven’t made yourself come. if you’ve been good for him then he won’t tease you for too long, but it’s rare he goes a day without teasing you just a little bit. he just loves hearing you whimper and beg for him, and he gets off on being the only one that can make you come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

johnny grunts and cusses a lot during sex, or even when you’re just teasing / going down on him. he has no issue being vocal anymore, although he was a lot quieter when you first got together. now he’s completely fine with moaning into your ear, and he actually loves moaning your name, he doesn’t even care who hears — he likes you knowing how good you make him feel, plus he knows how much it turns you on having him moaning and cussing when he’s deep inside you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

okay I’ve said it a million times, and I’ll say it a million more, he’s actually really sweet to you, and treats you like an angel. at first he’d be a little mean, still saying things that would hurt your feelings or just scaring you by him being him — but once you’d been dating awhile, he’s the “hurt them and I kill you” type guy, the one that’ll kill for you, the one that’ll die for you. he’s so wrapped around your little finger it’s almost unbelievable, he’s so in love that he’d do nearly anything you ask — but he’s only like that when you’re alone, for the most part. when you’re around other people he’s super possessive and lets others know who you belong to, always having a hand around your waist or yanking you into the most sexually fuelled kiss when someone talks to you for too long. nonetheless, he’d protect you with his life and is actually really sweet, in his own way, of course.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

okay he’s got a pretty huge dick, it’s 7”-7.5”, and it’s girthy as all hell, to the point he needs to warm you up a lot before even thinking about trying to push himself into you. he’s not cut, and he’s got a big fat vein that runs along the underside of his cock and it’s super sensitive around there, too. the closer to the tip of his cock, the more reddish purple it turns, especially when he’s hard. oh and let’s not forget, he’s got big, heavy balls as well.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s ridiculously horny, that man has a crazy sex drive and it was kinda hard to keep up with at first. he has a naturally high one anyway but it’s made worse by his obsession with you — he needs to be in you constantly, filling you, making you his. as soon as he wakes up he’s there being needy, he’s the exact same at night when you’re going to bed. and don’t be surprised if he doesn’t pull you round the back of a shack to fuck you during the day, too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

johnny falls asleep instantly, there’s not a single thought behind that man’s eyes. and it’s made even worse when he tires himself out fucking you senseless a good few rounds before finishing — he’s the type that as soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s passed out snoring, mouth open, twitching and kicking you all night. or sometimes he’s just so still that you’re not sure he’s alive anymore, just perfectly motionless, couldn’t even be woken up by the end of the world.

[ryuichirou]

Aphrodisiac/womb tattoo HCs

So we had these two wonderful asks from two wonderful Anons…

Anonymous asked:

this is lowkey cursed and i’m sorry… but how would the twst boys act if they ingested an aphrodisiac??? like the sexy soup scene from danganrompa 2? (rip ortho lmao)

i love the content, thank you for doing these hcs for us all !!! :D 🖤🖤🖤

Anonymous asked:

I wanted to say that just like that other Anon the Idia womb tattoo comic lives rent free in my head. Any headcanons for how some other characters would react to having a womb tattoo/consequences of having one ;)

And I’ve been going back and forth thinking whether I should write these as two separate lists or not: despite these two technically being different prompts, the end result is somewhat similar… So I decided to combine them, but specify the possible changing elements as much as possible! I hope it’s okay with you.

I’ll also talk about both tops and bottoms because I have seen some djs in which the top gets the tattoo and it just manifests in an uncontrollable desire to impregnate someone lol And sexy soup doesn’t discriminate, so neither will we >:3

Thank you so much for your patience, your asks and for enjoying our stuff. Let’s dive in.

Riddle – he would be so helpless. If he knows for a fact that there is a culprit to this (i.e. Ace added something to his tea, or someone casted a spell that came out wrong), he’ll take their head off. Then he’ll try to fix himself with magic or some other potion, but he’ll just end up significantly enhancing the effect of the spell/potion somehow. He’ll try to go to infirmary next, but will collapse on the floor helpless and horny until someone picks him up… imagine trying to help out your strict and proper housewarden just to hear him whispering something uncharacteristically horny to your ear because his womb tattoo is so bright you can see it through his west/the aphrodisiac effect is so strong he is drooling.

Ace – his go-to would be to lock himself in their dorm room and start masturbating lol but it won’t help him because the aphrodisiac is strong/the womb tattoo won’t go away until he actually inseminates someone. In his perfect world this condition of his would be a secret, but he is loud af, so people will absolutely hear him yelling “why doesn’t it go away??” from the other room. Pray for any guy who walks on him trying to fix this thing himself: Ace is desperate, he doesn’t care who this is anymore…

Deuce – he’ll 100% try to isolate himself, and he’ll do a better job at keeping it a secret than Ace (completely terrified of the possibility of being made fun of)… at first. After he masturbates and touches himself down there 34 times (HOW MANY TIMES??), and realises that he just keeps teasing himself and feeling even worse, he’ll bite the bullet and go ask for help. He won’t go to Ace though, he’s more likely to ask a senpai if he knows how to fix this… maybe Trey. He is smart.

Trey – he’ll instantly figure out what this is, and pretty quickly realise that this is probably the result of some kitchen or lab accident… he’ll miraculously manage to conceal his boner for an entire day, trying to solve the mystery of how the fuck is he supposed to get rid of it if masturbating would only make it worse. Then he’ll begrudgingly accept the fact that he has to have sex for this to go away, start thinking about every possible “safe” candidate… and end up fucking Riddle, which is the least safe option out of all of them lol but he got way too horny by the end of the day.

Cater – he’ll lie about feeling unwell and hide in his room. Then he’ll try to google either the spell itself (he’ll only find doujins lol) or some ways to get rid of the aphrodisiac’s effect, but it wouldn’t help much because to do anything he would have to leave his bed. He’ll try sleeping it off, but then wake up in the middle of the night feeling worse than ever with his sheets completely wet and his dick hard and red. He’ll probably go out of his room and jump the first guy he sees, pushing him against the wall just so he doesn’t see who is touching him. He won’t remember much about it afterwards… was it a dream?

Leona – he doesn’t have time for this bullshit: the moment he notices something shiny under his belly button, he’ll know what to do. It is very humiliating, but you know what’s more humiliating? Suffering with this shit for an entire day. So he’ll just call Ruggie and demand for him to cum inside until the tattoo is “filled” and goes away. Or until he sweats off all the aphrodisiac juices…

Ruggie – to him it’s a huge bummer that messes with his plans a lot. He’ll try to power through this, but he won’t be able to. This is the first time in Ruggie’s life when he wants to have sex because of horniness and not because of the perks it would give him. He would start sniffing the other beastmen sneakily, thankfully, they wouldn’t expect anything shady from him… he’ll probably end up being saved by Leona though, who yoinked him at the very last moment before Ruggie tried to pounce on some huge dog guy. Being horny makes you stupid.

Jack – he’ll try very hard to tolerate and hide it, but he won’t be able to :( He’ll start pacing around, panting with his tongue out, drooling, sniffing everyone… not to mention, the bulge is huge and very obvious. Sometimes the tattoo would randomly get shinier and stronger, and Jack would barely hold back the urge to hump the closest thing next to him. At some point he’ll give up and go to the infirmary, but will see Deuce before he manages to. He’ll breed him for 4 hours.

Azul – he is way too proud to ask for help, he’ll hide in his room for an entire day and refuse to leave his desk lol it’s so obvious he is hiding something under the table. He’ll be so irritable for an entire day, he’ll snap at everyone to leave him alone and get back to work… He is very good with spells and potion, so he’ll also try to fix it himself, but will also make it significantly worse. His only option is to demand the Tweels to bring him Idia without explaining anything…

Floyd – he’ll try to fight it for like 30 minutes because he didn’t want to get a boner wtf. He has no shame, so he’ll show the tattoo to everyone and poke it a lot. But he’ll get tired of it pretty quickly; so while Azul and Jade were discussing what they could do to help Floyd out and whether they should collect his saliva to study the aphrodisiac, Floyd just went and fucked someone. What? He wanted to.

Jade – it's definitely an uncomfortable sensation and he’ll try to get rid of asap, but… maybe he could show it to Azul and politely ask for a day-off, just so Azul yells at him to go away and not come back until that thing is gone? Maybe he’ll do that. And then he’ll think about who he would like to fuck, since he has this perfect excuse of “oh I am sorry, I can’t quite control myself”. Who would be the most inconvenienced but would have the most interesting reactions? Much to think about on his day-off.

Kalim – come on now, is there any other possible scenario? Of course he’ll wake up with a fever and a huge boner, all sweaty and in agony, and Jamil will lose 10 years of his life worrying about someone poisoning Kalim. He’ll make him drink 30 antidotes, and none of them would work because this isn’t poison, it’s an aphrodisiac… or a womb tattoo, which isn’t much better. So of course he’ll end up jerking Kalim off, and then having sex with him because Kalim would get so clingy that it’ll become obvious that there is only one way to save his life. Jamil will believe that it was necessary to save Kalim’s life for his own sanity…

Jamil – did he catch it from Kalim?? Anyways, he is less likely to use Kalim for this lol And he’ll also figure out pretty quickly that neither potions nor spells would make him less horny. Despite not liking the scenario at all, he’ll start convincing himself that maybe if he uses snake whisper no one would ever know about what he did…and as he starts rationalising this, he’ll get hornier and hornier in anticipation. But Jamil wouldn’t be Jamil if things went as he planned, so he’ll end up stumbling upon Azul. In such state... Jamil has never felt like he was actively leaking before… is this the worst day of Jamil’s life? Or the best day of Azul’s?

Vil – see, in theory he wouldn’t have any problems at all: all he needs to do is to excuse himself, call for Rook and be done in 20 minutes, but Vil is just as unlucky as Jamil sometimes, so it will happen at the worst time possible. Was there something in his drink? Did someone curse him in a sneaky way? Anyways, being around a bunch of sweaty guys for an entire hour of PE in that state was horrible. He was hugging his stomach and trying to sit down as much as he could for this entire time, crossing his legs and feeling very hot in his clothes. At some point he felt like he undressed completely and made his state visible to everyone, but thankfully it was just a hallucination. That scared him so much that jumped Rook the moment he saw him after class.

Rook – now this is someone who will enjoy the feeling of eagerness and horniness lol He’ll get interested in how much his body could endure without stimulation at that state. He is used to waiting out until certain poisons effect wear off, but this one is special – it doesn’t, it only gets stronger! So yeah he did a very stupid thing by waiting out for 3 days because by the time it became impossible to tolerate, Rook became delirious. Whoever he’ll jump in this state will be in his bed for a day.

Epel – he would be so horribly embarrassed and wouldn’t want to tell, but he is way too obvious. He would wiggle on his chair, be restless, pant and moan quietly, grab his stomach randomly. He would also stare a lot, especially if this is during the Magift Practice. He would transform into a “head-empty bimbo” lol Now is he going to get loved by the entire Magift team or is Rook going to take him back to Pomefiore to look into what’s wrong with him? Who knows.

Idia – we already know what would happen to him lol I’ll just add that he is probably going to try out having sex with Ortho first, but since Ortho’s seed doesn’t fill the “tank” that is Idia’s womb tattoo, he’ll just fuck his brother in vain. At least he enjoyed it, right?~

Ortho – human!Ortho that is (sorry, Danganronpa references…). Honestly, I feel like he’ll just cling to Idia instantly lol He won’t even consider an option of trying out any other remedy. If he feels himself burning with desire down there, he’ll just jump Idia and act all cutely, maybe even whine a little about how Idia is the only one who can help him. But despite being all cute and whiny, he’ll say pretty cursed stuff about producing offsprings with his niichan while fucking him. Afterwards he just shrugs and says that he doesn’t remember saying that but… Idia would be so shocked though: he didn’t know so much cum could fit into his body. He is terrified to look down.

Lilia – he would sigh and say that he is he too old for this, and that he haven’t felt like that in 300 years. He is not as strongly affected as he would if he was a bit younger, but the spell still won’t go away until he does anything to it. So he’ll just fly to his boys, pull up his shirt and playfully ask about who is in the mood to help him out; visually he would be completely unfazed, even if his dick would bulge in an obscene manner. Then again, he might also try showing it to Idia first because they had a conversation about this thing one time, and Idia thought that Lilia was joking when he said that he had experienced the tattoo before…

Silver – he’ll try to tolerate it. This isn’t the first time he has to tolerate the feeling of horniness, even though it usually isn’t this extreme + the tattoo is troubling. If it doesn’t go away by the end of the day (and it won’t), he’s likely show it to Lilia, but even before Lilia says something about the tattoo, Silver’s body would react to him just being in the same room. Silver will drop his head on Lilia’s shoulder and moan quietly, shaking a lot. This would surprise Lilia, but it’s all good, he’ll help out~

Sebek – he’ll also try to tolerate it because he is another “If I keep ignoring it maybe it will go away” type. He can’t talk to anyone about this, he can’t be seen like this! But he is absolutely going to: the boy is way too obvious. Similarly to Jack, he’ll get very red and start panting, almost crawling instead of walking. Is he hiding his boner or is his body not listening to him anymore? Your guess is as good as mine. But he will be as helpless as he would be dangerous because it will take only about 40 minutes of trying to endure this for him to start jumping on people.

Malleus – now this one is trouble; technically he is the only person in NRC that is powerful enough to neutralise the womb tattoo all by himself + his dragon blood would probably filter out the aphrodisiac very quickly if he wanted to, but… would he want it? He’ll think about it for a couple of hours while wandering around abandoned buildings, and then the heat and pain would get too annoying, but the thought of responding to and fulfilling this growing desire would start sounding kind of good in his head. Whether it’s Lilia or Sebek, whoever he sees first, would have the absolute honour of making sure Malleus’ body is satisfied. Pray for both of them because Malleus’ demands are insane: for the aphrodisiac to dissipate or the womb tattoo to be filled, it would take him 5 times the time that is usually necessary. He could even prolong it if he enjoyed it too much and didn’t want it to end. Technically. Not saying he is going to.

[designing-witch-forms-4-ur-faves]

Hello!

Im super happy to see you make witch desigs of the black and white spies! They’re my special intrest and comfort characters and as I mentioned before, im a huge fan of both Spy vs Spy and PMMM! And I like to thank you again for creating something so unexpcting but amazing that I would fall in love with! Thank you! ^ ^ I have an request that I’ve been wanting to ask for weeks now that would be perfect to make a witch form out of! Now, this is gonna be super obscure but I’ll be happy to explain you some info that might give you some good ideas for the design! :)

So.. There’s this obscure Cartoon Network character that I love that’s also a comfort character of mine! His name is Moxy, and he actully happens to be the first original cartoon network character to be created and possibly their mascot!

To explain about him without getting into too much detail, he’s a toon dog who wants to be a star but is stuck working as a janitor for the network. But he secretly hosts a pirate tv show to show his favourite cartoons. But of course he dosen’t have talent but really is passonate in being famous and loves cartoons.

Now the reason why I want to suggest a witch design of him is because well, he already is in despair thanks to the fact back in the early to mid 90’s when CN was fresh, he became unpopular with viewers and kids. And unfortunitly became one of those pieces “lost media” and was never mentioned in any Cartoon Network show again! (Of course that was until many years later in 2018, thanks to OK KO’s special episode to celebrate CN’s 25th anniversary at the time where he was finally mentioned. But of course he was one of the many cn characters who got turned into stone. But was a really good mention of him after all those years!)

So I was thinking it would make perfect sense if he made a contract with Kyubey! Because as I mentioned again, he wants to be a star but has no talent and also maybe wants to be loved. So I thought maybe he would wish to actully have some talents to help him achive his dream to be famous like his toon idols. And I thought for his despair that would turn into a wich would maybe be despite him having good talent he would be replaced by another actor that would be more favorible than him. And would never use him again.

So yeah, this is a long explination, but this character would be an excelent choice for a witch design for not only being part of CN’s lost media and the fact he wasn’t that popluar when he first debut, but also his dream of becoming famous would be enough to get a magical girl design and would easily fall into despair and turn into a witch! I know you don’t know much about Cartoon Netowork stuff, but at least I told you some intresting CN history with this one! ^ ^

I look forward to seeing your witch design of him! :D

Hi, deadly! Nice to see you here.

Oh boy, I know what it’s like to love a character who’s obscure, forgotten, and rarely ever gets mentioned anymore (Mac tonight my beloved 😔. Love that guy, strongly dislike the company tho)

I think I’ve mentioned this before but the svs black spy witch suggestion was from an irl friend of mine.

When I first made this blog, I remember telling my friends about my thoughts. Essentially it boiled down to; ‘how am I gonna get myself seen? I can’t make anything if people don’t submit asks and how can people submit their asks if they don’t know I exist yet?’

This lead to one of my friends saying; ‘well, we can help you out! We can be your first ever requesters’ and that led to my first ever witches being posted here (Befristeter and Franz)

anywho I find it a little amusing that this moxy guy is supposedly already in despair, like the moment bro makes this contract he’s immediately going to become a witch

I’ve stated before that growing up, I was a Nickelodeon kid. I only ever tuned in to CN when my younger brother did because he used to like tawog and Steven universe when he was younger. While I may not have the same nostalgic attachment to CN as some others do, I do have nostalgia for lost media as a genre of internet mystery because I used to stay up late on school nights and watch video essays documenting the hunt for specific pieces of lost media.

I had never heard of moxy until now so learning about him for the first time as a piece of lost media was a treat.

This witch is a bit different, this one is an experimental animated labyrinth I’m thinking of doing.

I hope you like this! :D

Laurentius : the cold reading witch

[the-mandawhor1an]

Lovebound

Chapter 13 – Guided by the stars, connected by the force

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Chapter summary: After their visit to the festival, a lot of things are about to happen for both Din and Arana, who has decided to leave ‘Maia’ in the past. While accepting her heritage is only the first step, the brunette is about to learn more about Mandalorians and even more about being with one. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! a little morning wood never hurt nobody; Peli is absolutely unhinged in the beginning; horny idiots; consumption of alcohol; virginity loss; yes, there is smut; Din is the king of consent; dick pronouns; 

Words: 16.3k (I’m sorry)

A/N: Yeah well… it was bound to happen. They’re in love and Din absolutely wants his cyar’ika to feel said love. Lot's of Mando'a in this, translations are explained by the characters. Maia will be referred to by Arana from now on.

The night had been short and yet there was nothing for Arana to complain about. Her head felt a little heavy when it lifted off of Din’s chest to see the light of day shining through underneath the door. Lying on his body, feeling his heart beat and his steady breathing felt incredible, so intimate in this tiny storage room. Din seemed to also slowly wake up, groaning underneath her and trying to move, but seemingly realizing he had another human lying on top of him. They both ignored the commotion outside of the storage room for now, focused on the other hidden in the darkness of the tiny, windowless room. »Are you awake?« he asked into the darkness. 

»Good morning, I –« she was about to answer when there was a shuffle and then loud bangs as Peli hammered against the metal door that separated the two from the mechanic. »Wake up! Got you two some food. Put some clothes on before you come out, for the love of everything. I’ve seen way too much bare skin yesterday.« The brunette flinched on top of Din from the noise, he himself groaned a little louder. Neither wanted details, although Arana halfway expected Peli to make another comment. The brunette started lifting herself off of his body when she realized something was pressing into her abdomen when her weight shifted. For just a moment she froze, a little overwhelmed with the realization that her partner must’ve been a little too excited about her being on top of him. She quickly dismounted afterwards and she thanked the Force for the darkness in the little chamber that hid her blushed cheeks in this moment.  

With one hand she felt for her clothes, only to realize in this moment she had left them in the bathroom and there was only her dress in here. »Shit… my clothes.« There was another flinch when she heard Din’s ‘I just woke up’ raspy voice when his head turned to her, asking »do you need help with your dress?« As if the sensation of his hard-on hadn’t been enough to make her want to whimper, his voice was making it very hard to keep her composure. »Can I have your cape?« She didn’t want to squeeze into the dress for just a few steps. There was a moment of silence. Was he thinking what she would look like wrapped in just his cape? »Sure.« 

»Hello-o? Are you alive in there? Don’t make me come in!« »We are, relax,« Din growled towards the door where Peli was apparently waiting for some kind of response. »Maia will be out in a minute.« Oh yeah, the mechanic was blissfully unaware of what had happened yesterday, including the name change. Peli probably had something wildly different in mind when it came to what the two lovebirds had done. A random woman’s name would have made her assume they had a third one in here, or something similar. Din’s body might have appreciated a different approach for last night, to be fair. It was for the best if they wouldn’t talk about this… ever. »I’ll need another minute in here,« Din let her know. Arana had a suspicion why, his not so little issue. She took his cape and got up to wrap it around her, tucking one of the corners in so it would stay in place. 

With Din still sitting, one leg angled, she leaned down to give him a kiss. »I love you… and I’m sorry.« »No need to apologize.« Did he know why? »I’ll distract her,« she promised him and got back up to her feet. She felt a little bad for putting him into this situation, but then again, she didn’t expect to be confronted with an erection so soon. After Din had put on his helmet, she took a deep breath and opened the door, practically dancing out of the storage room. The door shut behind her fairly quickly. »Good morning, Peli,« she greeted the mechanic with an overly joyous tone in her voice. »Someone’s in a very good mood today,« the mechanic commented, a steaming mug of caf in her hand. »Why wouldn’t I be? Yesterday was so much fun, and I saw fireworks for the first time ever, we enjoyed some food, good music…« she slowly walked over to the bathroom, making sure the mechanic’s eyes stayed with her.  

The door to the bathroom stayed open so the women could continue talking. Peli would respect her enough to not come looking. »I clearly choose the wrong men to be with…« »Maybe you do,« Arana replied, putting on her underwear and pants. »The necklace looks good,« came from the kitchen. »Thanks, the pendant is made of Beskar.« »I saw the symbol before… it’s on Mando’s armor, right?« Just for a second the brunette’s head popped through the door way, grinning ear to ear. The mechanic mimicked the expression before Arana returned into the bath to put the rest of her robes on. The rustling was audible in the hallway and probably also the kitchen. »The stars really aligned for us to be here around a holiday. The fireworks were beautiful.« »You saw them? Thought I had seen you and Mando leave the market fairly early.« 

Of course the older woman assumed the two had retreated to the hangar for other activities and Arana’s behavior just enforced that thought. That became painfully obvious when the mechanic rummaged through her cabinets, asking »so how does that work with you and Mando… Business up top, party below or–« »Peli!« »Come on! Let a woman be curious. It’s not like he would tell me anything about his love life.«

»Morning,« Din announced, somehow managing to sneak up on Motto who subsequently screamed. »Holy Batha-shit,« she cursed, clutching her heart. »Didn’t expect you to just stand there. I thought Maia had knocked you out for the day.« Din wanted to explain »I just need longer to–« »Put your clothes on, I get it. Was quicker to take them off yesterday, huh?« Peli finished, making Arana bite her lip while she was still hidden behind a wall. With all fabric now in place, she could reunite with the other two. »So,« the mechanic reiterated, »did the helmet stay on or not? I can’t see how that’s romantic. Not that I would judge you if you’re into that, or if Maia is.«  

»Actually–« Arana pranced down the hallway towards the kitchen, putting emphasis on every step. »It’s not so much about the helmet staying on than it is about the face not being seen. You probably know an embarrassing amount of solutions for that problem.« Peli gave her a look and Din’s helmet seemed to turn to her in slow-motion. To be frank, he was a little surprised and confused why she would insinuate they had been intimate. And did so with a straight face while he was cooking under his helmet. 

»Huh, so you’re not as prudish as I thought. But how can you make sure that he’s appealing? Don’t tell me love is blind or some pudu like that. I’ve been with some men I would have thanked for wearing a helmet, or at least a paper bag. Absolutely hideous, it was almost unbearable. No offense, Mando.« Arana stifled a chuckle while Din’s posture seemed to indicate a toneless sigh. No, he was absolutely gorgeous underneath the armor and fabric. Warm, comfortable, and hard where it mattered. What? »I just know. Let’s focus on something else. I – Maia isn’t a thing any more. To cut a long story short, I recently found out my parents were Mandalorians which kind of makes me one too; my name is Arana.«

»Wait, Arana?« Peli pulled a face of confusion. »Not sure I like that name, Maia sounds better. Besides, if you’re a Mandalorian, shouldn’t you be in armor?« Arana shook her head no. »It’s not that easy. I don’t just get one.« She exchanged a look with Din. »The only Mandalorians we know won’t allow me to have one, because I never learned to live by their Creed.. I’m not sure I would find it comfortable, either.« 

The mechanic hummed. »I still like Maia more, but that’s not important. I got y’all some breakfast, extra protein to replenish after yesterday.« Din scoffed underneath the helmet, this time audibly for the two women. »Seriously?« he grumbled while Arana pressed her lips together, watching as he took his bowl. »I’d love to see your face right now, Mando,« Peli teased. »We’re training after breakfast,« Din let his partner know and retreated back into the room they had stayed in, far enough away for him to take the helmet off without his face being seen. The women sat by the dining table and Arana took a closer look at what Peli had brought them. It smelled sweet and admittedly tasty, but the texture was hard to describe. An amorphous, beige mass. 

»You’ll have to explain to me again. You’re a Mandalorian. Okay, got it. New name, also got that, even if I think the other one fits better. Shouldn’t there be someone looking for you? I may not know much about Mandalorians but they don’t have children to just toss out into the galaxy. They’re not Jedi.« Ouch. Arana stuck her spoon into the mass before her and took the first bite, delighted to find the sweet taste relatively subtle. It felt rich and like it would fill her up nicely. She began explaining. »Judging by what Mando told me, children are invaluable to Mandalorians. I think I have to explain a little more about what happened to me. I was taken from my family by Imperials. I assume they both died and nobody that would have known me remained. So no one came looking when I broke out.« »I’m sorry, Sweetheart. You didn’t deserve that. Damn Imperials.« After a deep breath and a glance over to where Din was hidden behind the wall, Arana mumbled »what child deserves to be taken from their family.« Was her partner listening? She went for another bite while Peli mused on. 

»You caught a Mandalorian regardless of whether your family might have lost you.« Arana shook her head and chuckled, a little too amused with the wording and the memory of their playful banter up on Peli’s roof yesterday. »Caught. Like it was my sole doing that led to us being together now.« »You’ve not seen how he was before he showed up here with you. Let me tell you: The difference is night and day.« Although it was exhausting to speak with her at times, Peli’s blunt but honest approach to conversation somehow made it easier for Arana to talk about the difficult things. Like her family. The mechanic continued. »You could get married and they would accept you, right? Even if it would be cruel to hide such a pretty face underneath a helmet.« »I know the helmet thing is strange at first but I got used to talking to one relatively quickly. Makes Mando a little harder to read but I’m getting the hang of it. Not sure how it would change if I had one on, too.« 

The woman opposite of her took a sip of her drink, her non-existent eyebrows moving a little down. »I can’t picture you at a wedding with the helmets on, to be honest – but I’m not trying to be ignorant. It’s your choice. Can’t deny that you're good for him.« The reassurance felt nice, to have confirmation that the brunette had a positive impact on him instead of being a burden. Not that Din had made her feel as such, sometimes she just doubted herself. »No offense taken. All of that has time anyway. In the meantime I enjoy being around him, he makes me feel safe. Loving him sure helps.« It was a little reminder to herself in a way, and she wanted to say it out loud in front of someone. Would she even want to marry him to be part of the Watch? And more importantly, did Din even think about marrying at all? 

Peli would agree. »Yeah, it has time. And if you ever have children I’m very willing to babysit them. Not for free of course, I can’t afford that, but for a good discount.« Arana took a deep breath, albeit silently. She didn’t know. She shouldn’t know. »Be careful what you offer, we might get back to that in the future. You’re just interested in setting up a little petting zoo, aren’t you?« Banter was a welcome distraction from the short pain she felt in her chest. Peli took the bait, laughing. »Come on, can you blame me? If you show up with cute, cuddly little guys I’d be stupid to not make one. We could even share profits. Didn’t get to say goodbye to the little guy.« Another ouch, especially if Din could hear them. She could have told the mechanic that she might get to see him again one day, but in the prospect of her partner evesdropping she bit her tongue. She didn’t want to put Din’s hopes up so soon. If it was up to his decision they’d be on the way to get the little one back from Luke right now.

Breakfast was finished and Arana looked over to the ajar door. »Cyare, are you ready?« There was a rustle and a groan and Din emerged from the room, helmet on and the empty bowl in his hand. »Yes, let’s go.« The brunette rose from her seat as well, giving her partner a once-over. If he had listened in on the conversation, he was keeping any thoughts to himself. His posture seemed normal, a little tense but that could still be from when Peli had teased him. Arana couldn’t ask him with the mechanic around. 

»We need to find a suitable spot for the training,« Din let her know. He was right, they couldn’t just start swinging sabers without making sure they couldn’t cause any collateral. »We should probably leave the city, where it’s quiet enough to focus,« was Arana’s only wish. She would need a little quiet if she had to teach Din about sabers. No teasing came from Peli this time around, not even a comment about the two leaving for some privacy again. Arana vividly remembered what the mechanic had said on their first trip out of the city, where she and Din were barely more than strangers. I can tell why Mando wants to take you with him. She understood the implications back then, but now knowing that Mando had watched her at the time, it made sense. And now, why would she mind if he gave her longing looks? 

Down by the hangar, she opened her ship and jumped up to the cockpit, letting her legs hang down the hull while her torso was inside, looking for her sabers and belt. The suns were up high already and she would need her cloak to not get sunburnt when they would be out there. She left her gloves in the ship, deeming them not necessary for the time being. Her partner was just leaned against the hangar wall, as nonchalant as he always was, and still – it felt like his eyes had been on her for a moment. »I could teach you some Mando’a,« he offered while she still hung in her ship, looking for her second saber. »Does that mean you’ll finally tell me what idiot is in Mando’a?« »I might keep that one to myself.« 

With another jump she was out of her ARC, walked over to him, attaching the belt and her sabers. The ship closed and she put on the cloak. »Enjoyed the view, Mando?« she teased him with a grin. The helmet leaned sideways. »I won’t tell you that either, Arana.« The way he practically purred her name made her absolutely weak, knees feeling a little wobbly just from the soft vibrato in his voice. Considering how his voice had sounded not long ago, even more gravelly, it was a miracle that she wasn’t in a puddle right now. »Let’s go,« Din nodded towards the exit and off they went, walking through the streets and out the city. 

»How did you sleep?« Casual conversation while they walked around seemed to be their go-to at this point. »I can’t complain, I slept on quite the comfortable underground.« Arana had to stop herself before she made it awkward for the both of them, don’t mention what you felt, don’t mention what you felt she reminded herself. »Your back must hate me though, sorry about that.« »Don’t worry about that. It does hurt, but I’ll be okay when I get to move a little.« The streets were still empty, most of the people in Mos Eisley probably still asleep after the night had been going on for longer than usual. Din quieted down as soon as a stranger crossed their path, however. There was no need for her to press on more conversation, perfectly contented to walk with him in silence. 

Outside the city, after they had taken a short walk, Din halted, took a look around, and nodded approvingly. »I think we’re good here,« he announced. Taking the Darksaber from his belt, Arana took position opposite of him, a few steps away from him. She unhooked one of her sabers, deeming one enough for the time being. If Din showed improvement quickly, she could always add the second one. The lavender colored blade almost seemed white in contrast to the oceans of beige sand around them. Her blade gave off a low hum, a noise she was used to, but it sounded so different when it had nowhere to bounce off from, virtually no echo. »I need you to be open-minded, otherwise I can’t help you learning to handle a saber. It sounds weird, I know, but saber crystals have a mind of their own. Be certain of what you want to accomplish. Don’t doubt yourself. The Darksaber is old, it might be harder to handle, I don’t know.« 

Her saber raised into a blocking position, she nodded towards her partner. »Hit it.« Din activated the blade and it was obvious the weapon was heavy, even the sound was different from her sabers. While his first strike seemed easy enough, she saw him struggle with the second. No noise of strain or effort came from him yet, but his posture tensed, his biceps and shoulders flexing underneath the fabric. Din’s movements were slower, more laborious, when he struck her blade once more. On top of the visible signs he was doing something wrong, fighting the blade, it was like she could feel his doubts, the internal conflict and his frustration. It surrounded him like a cloud, a grey aura of negative thoughts. 

»You won it in combat. It’s yours,« the brunette reminded him, moving slowly to attack him but leaving enough time for him to block. To be honest, moving so slowly and pronounced was a little more exhausting. She didn’t want to hit the armor just in case the blade slipped and hurt him for real, she aimed straight for the blade and nothing else. Blocking was easier for him, not too much movement involved, but she saw how he was straining, sinking into the sand with his boots like it actually weighed more and more. What started off as a cloud around him, frustration and self doubt, had turned into a thick fog within minutes. »You’re resisting the blade.« Did it help she was telling him when it was obvious that it was all that consumed him right now? Finally, Din just sighed in defeat, deactivated and let the Darksaber fall into the sand. Arana deactivated her blade as well, giving him a confused look. Had she been too harsh with him? Had she insulted him? With the memory of their fight back on Glavis she knew she had to be a bit more tactful this time around, and not let his frustration jump over to her as well. With a sigh herself, she walked over and picked up the significantly bigger and heavier hilt, offering her blade to her partner in return. »We should maybe start a little easier. Modern technology and a little less stubborn, I would assume. No history attached to it but my short life, similarly lethal as the other one.«  

»Let’s go,« Din groaned a little, the frustration still around him in the air. Was there anything she could do to help him? He was hard to read right now and she knew his pride was easily hurt if she chose her words a little unfortunately. She activated the blade, feeling the weight instantly. Being force-sensitive however meant it wasn’t as severe for her to feel the significance of the blade. Waving the blade around a bit, she got a feel for the handling, registering Din’s frustration growing a little more. As much as she didn’t want this to happen, they had to do it this way. »In the covert, someone tried to take the blade from me. To be the rightful owner, to win it in combat. Thankfully Mandalorians seem to be useless with a lightsaber. Otherwise he would’ve decapitated me.« Din explained. Hearing that should have stunned her more than it did, the prospect of her partner being killed, but then again, Arana was removing herself emotionally from this as best as she could to be a better teacher for him. The aura of the saber was definitely stronger than her own crystals, but it felt manageable. Was it because she saw the necessity in being able to handle it? Was it because she was a Jedi? Or had Din technically surrendered the blade to her and it was now listening to a more willing master? Din tried to at least lift his spirits a little, or he was starting to feel that Arana was sensing him in the force. Could he feel her presence? »Lucky for me he wasn’t able to, unlucky for the Mandalorians as a whole because now the saber is in the hands of an apostate.« 

»Sooner or later someone will come to claim it again. All I care about is for you to be safe and not get hurt when you use it again. It’s inescapable. Also – I don’t want you to hurt me either.« The sight and smell of his burnt thigh was still so fresh in her memory and she would be grateful if it never came to another serious injury like this. The way he talked about himself explained why the blade taunted him. Din was a remarkable man but he talked himself down so much right now. Arana carefully approached him, swinging against the other blade. His armor would avoid the worst but she didn’t want to hurt him. She wanted him to get a feel for a saber. That was it. Would she mind if he lost the blade again? Not really if he managed to lose in combat and not die. Din was more important than some weapon and definitely more important than some title he didn’t seem to want, anyway. They focused on fighting, Din slowly getting a feel for the saber. Taking turns, Din took a few swings at her and in turn blocked when she swung at him. The clash of sabers picked up in frequency and they had a well-working rhythm. Arana was proud of how well Din carried himself with a completely new weapon. Most of this was due to his resilience, she was certain, but she’d like to think that her encouragement had at least a tiny bit of influence. 

After some time, the suns had passed their zenith already, they stopped and deactivated their blades, Din surrendering Arana’s blade to her, a few words of admiration on his lips. »You’re so focused while fighting. I’m far from it.« »Switching my mind off has always been a safety measure for me, it helped closing myself off from some – bad things. I don’t doubt it’s hard for you.« A heavy sigh came from underneath the helmet, his shoulders dropping. »I’m not sure if it’s worth it, or if I am. You’re making such an effort and I don’t feel deserving, not worthy. The Darksaber would be better in the hands of a Jedi master.« Arana couldn’t deny the saber felt good in her hands, but she had sabers of her own and they meant more to her. Besides, she was definitely not interested in command over the Mandalorians. Not that they would accept her anyway. »You’re too hard on yourself, cyare. Comparing yourself to someone who has been handling sabers for years. What Jedi would be interested in a saber that also grants you command over a civilization of warriors that despise them? The sword has been carried by Mandalorians for hundreds of years, it has a long history and matters to Mandos. It belongs into the hands of one.« Arana hooked the Darksaber into Din’s belt and looked into that dark visor. 

»It matters to some Mandalorians. I haven’t even heard of it when I was still on Concordia. No one ever taught us.« She gave him an apologetic smile. It was, in a way, reassuring that Din wasn’t too ardent on the title of the ruler of Mandalore either. »To some, then.« Still there was this aura of frustration surrounding him. She placed both hands on his helmet, caressing the metal as if it was his face. »Regardless of that, you might not see it because you’re frustrated, but you did so well today. Masters aren’t born, they are made.« She didn’t care much if Din didn’t want the throne. It was his choice, at the end of the day, and all she wanted was for him to be safe. Safe with her, preferably. She didn’t need to be with a king, nor did she need to live in a mansion or anything. As long as she could be with him, she would be happy. 

Let it go. That was, in a way, a mantra for a Jedi. Arana had to tell herself so often to let go, to let Din leave her behind, to overcome the death of her adoptive father, to live with not knowing who she was, where she belonged. Din had to let go of all the doubt to be able to master the Darksaber. And she had to let go of the fear of losing him. Whether it would be in combat or of old age, Din would leave her one day, or she would leave him. And, more importantly, she had to let go of her own feelings when Din was frustrated just as he was right now. She didn’t want to repeat their falling out on Glavis. »I think we trained enough for today, what do you think?« The brunette’s head tilted to the side, her hands still on the helmet. »I don’t know. Sorry. I wish it was easier for me, because right now it frustrates me too much. I know learning a skill takes time, I just–« he sighed, letting the helmet fall a bit forward, not making it far because her hands held his head in place. »Di’kut. That’s what you can call me when I’m being an idiot again.« Arana rotated the helmet, assuming he would look at her if she did. A warm smile on her lips, she repeated what he had just told her. »Di’kut. Maybe I won’t have to use it too often. I know this must be a lot for you. Maybe even too much to handle at once. I don’t know how to help you through this, I want to, though. You’ll have to tell me, because I don’t want to look into that pretty head of yours to find answers.« 

»I had to learn quickly when I was a child and I just force myself too much, I can’t learn that fast any more. I’ll work on my attitude, I don’t want to drive you away. And please don’t look around in there, it’s not pretty.« »I don’t like my own mind at times. But don’t worry, it’s hard to drive me away.« She took a step forward and leaned her forehead against the helmet. Din couldn’t help himself and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a hug. »I didn’t think I could ever be so emotional. I used to just turn around and keep going without looking back.« Arana took the opportunity and snuggled against his armor, her arms wrapping around his neck. »Having emotions hurts at times, I know. But both Grogu and I owe our lives to your feelings. You might not have saved me out of love, but there was something that inclined you to do it regardless. And I know you suffer because Grogu isn’t here. He is your first foundling, isn’t he?«

She was not saying ‘was’ to not make it even worse for him. »I never said having emotions is bad. Just that I’ve been closed off for such a long time. And then Grogu came along and turned my whole life upside down. And he is – was –  I saw myself in him. A child that needed to be protected. He is my family just as you are and it feels wrong to give him away,« Din explained. Slowly she let go of him, Din also letting go of her body. Her hand reached for her neck, feeling for the pendant underneath the black fabric. Being considered someone’s family felt odd. She had lost every family she had. Her biological parents, Raymond – who she had considered a father figure for years – how could she doom Din to the same fate by calling him family? She had to say something, and if she couldn’t reciprocate his feelings in that way, she had to acknowledge that at least, someone saw Din as family already. »He considers you his father… Or a father figure.« Just like she had chosen Raymond back when she was in the facility, Grogu saw a protector and role model. »Luke might not let you see him, as the emotional distance is crucial for his training. While I don’t regret leaving him, I was at a completely different stage of maturity and in my training.« 

Din tensed and she felt a little sting in her heart. She hurt him, she knew it. Resorting to honesty was her way of preparing him, so he wouldn’t be too disappointed if they made it all the way there to not see the little one. A necessary evil, so to say. Would Din know she was doing this out of love and not malice? »I know you want to see him and we can still fly there. Your expectation shouldn’t be that he sees you and chooses to come back with us, that is all I want to say. My words hurt, don’t think I do this because I want to hurt you. I just don’t know how to be more tactful about it.« »I just want him to have the gift. That is all.« That statement came so bluntly and Arana definitely had proof that she had hurt him, Din resorting to being short with her. »Will you be okay if he rejects it?« »I won’t force him. If that’s his choice I will respect it.«

Arana took a deep breath, grounding herself as to not make the frustration take hold of her. This was her fault for being honest and he had every right to be hurt by it. There was no need and no reason to snap at him, he wasn’t snappy with her, either. »There’s still a lot of time left until tomorrow, we should find something to do. Unless you want to leave right away, but we might need a longer break in between. I don’t think I need another evening at the festival.« Seemingly feeling her guilt, Din gently touched her arm, searching for physical contact to signal he was okay. He shook the helmet gently to convey a no. »We’re flying tomorrow. We can ask Peli if she needs help in the workshop. Or we sit down in her apartment and I teach you more Mando’a.« Looking down her arm, she found him caressing over her sleeve with his thumb. The bounty hunter had changed so much in the little time they had spent together, so affectionate even when they were out in the open. »Oh Peli for sure has something for us to do. In the best case we take all of the scrap that lies around and organize it into two piles. Actual trash and useful trash… or we suffer through more questions about our relationship.« »After what you made her believe, no wonder.« Oh yeah, she had kind of insinuated that she and Mando had been intimate… 

»Let’s go back and I teach you some more Mando’a on the way,« he distracted her from her memories of that one dream she had and also the sensation of his hard-on snuggled against her. Otherwise she would have gotten a little light-headed. »Let’s see how much I remember when I hear it. ‘Cyare’ just came to me when you called me cyar’ika.« They started walking back towards the city. 

»You know what it means, then?« Not quite, but she knew it was something to call a partner or a family member. She had heard her mother say it to her father in that memory of hers. Was it maybe the male version of cyar’ika? »It’s some word for loved one? Like… my beloved? But I don’t really understand the ‘ika.’« Arana felt inclined to grab hold of his hand, but then again, back in the city there were people and she knew how Din was when they were being watched. »It’s a suffix… to make the word smaller. Or used as further endearment. In Basic there’s no real way to imitate it. ‘Cyare’ is beloved or love, but ‘cyar’ika’ is closer to darling or favorite.« Din hummed a little, trying to find a better way to explain it. »‘Ika’ is when you would call a kitten a kitty to make it sound smaller.« She nodded, that was a good way to demonstrate it. »And what’s mesh’la? I assume it’s something nice because you wouldn’t insult me.« »I would never insult you. It means beautiful. ’La’ indicates an adjective.« It warmed her heart to finally know what he had said to her so often. Din had called her mesh’la so early in their relationship, before it even was one, before they had made it official. »Your name comes from ‘aran’, I assume. It means guard… or guardian. Similar to Basic most words are neutral in Mando’a. ‘Buir’ would be a parent, either mother or father.« That made more sense. Back when they visited Gor Koresh, Din had explained that women were equal to a man in Mandalorian culture. Made sense why there was no distinction in their language between male and female. »So buir’ika would be ‘daddy’?« He chuckled a little. »Yes, or mommy,« he concluded. 

She smiled at him, pondering whether to make a joke or not. But then again, she didn’t know if the connotations were the same in Mando’a as they were in Basic, despite the soft laughter he had just expelled. Just like she wondered if she could ironically call him di’kut. »So, if I wanted to make your name cuter, would I say Din’ika? Di’ka?« Din’s chuckle returned, only to become a little louder this time around. The blush forming on her cheeks was inevitable, fearing the worst. »What did I say?« It took a moment for Din to regain his composure. »Dinii means lunatic.« »Oh, damn, sorry about that. I’ll stick to di’kut then. It’s not insulting to call you that, right?« Awkward.  

»It’s not, don’t worry. ‘I’ll hold you in my heart forever.’ That’s what I told you yesterday. It’s our way to say ‘I love you’.« Arana stumbled over her own feet, startled by the sudden confession. Din jerked her way to catch her, but she managed to regain her balance on her own. »Stars, you can’t just drop that so nonchalantly. You sure have your hearts on your tongues for a bunch of warriors.« She took a deep breath and tried to calm her pulse that had just picked up. Was he aware what he was doing to her? »At least that explains why you say certain things in Mando’a rather than telling me in Basic. I won’t stumble and make an idiot of myself if I don’t know what you’re telling me.« 

»It just felt right in that moment. I wanted you to know what I said, because the Basic translation doesn’t convey the same sentiment.« 

»It’s alright. It’s just – an intensity I wouldn’t expect from a stone cold bounty hunter, you know?«

»I’m a human underneath the armor too.« She bit her lip, grinning a little when she saw the helmet turn towards her in her peripheral. »I know you are. Forever sounds like a long time.« A long time to love someone and also a long time to miss someone. »Do you believe in some kind of afterlife?« There was a clear shake of the helmet. »You’ll be in my heart till it stops. If anything comes afterwards, I wouldn’t know.«  

Unwillingly her thoughts took a darker turn, suddenly remembering the nightmares that had plagued her just recently. Seeing him die, again, and her heart ached for the inevitable, the moment it would become reality. »No one’s heart is stopping. Forget it.« She felt her throat tighten, pure stubbornness taking over for a moment. The discussion about the afterlife reminded her of something she and Luke had talked about. »I’ve been told that some Jedi stay in this life even after their death, for a while at least. Something about a noble death or inner peace when it happens that grants them to stay a little while, conscious and somewhat materialized.« The sigh she let out almost made a sob escape. »I can’t imagine how it would feel to miss you for eternity.« His helmet faced her and he took hold of her hand, stopping and making her halt as well. She felt her eyes water when she looked at him. No way she would accept him passing on anytime soon. 

»Let’s focus on now, when we’re together, cyar’ika.« He gently squeezed her hand, which she reciprocated with a sigh. »I’m sorry, you’re right.« Especially with the prospect of maybe having the apartment to themselves for a while later, Arana was fine to ditch the festival today. Her mind was occupied with memories of how Din had kissed her yesterday and she wanted to repeat it. Maybe take things further? The thought had manifested when she had felt how his body reacted to being close to her. As scary as the experience might be at first, she wanted to know how it would feel to be entangled with him, as close as can be. When she could hear every little noise he makes and feel every twitch of his muscles. Dank farrik.   

It was early afternoon when they arrived back at the hangar, which was still occupied – to no one’s surprise. »Oh, you’re back so early?« Peli commented their return. How long had they been gone? To Arana it had felt like hours, but then again, she didn’t have any means to tell the time apart from the position of the suns. »Sand’s a little scratchy, huh?« the mechanic added, arms crossed in front of her chest, grinning like she had triumphed. Did she honestly think they would go outside the city to fool around in the sand? Instead of entertaining the thought, Din distracted the woman with a question she had definitely not anticipated. 

»Do you have some work for us?« That did the trick, the mechanic loosened her posture and gave Din a blank stare, blinking twice before she found the words to reply. »Usually I’m the one doing the work, I’m the service provider over here.« While she was right, the two wanted to kill some time, besides »you’re letting us sleep in your home. Is there anything we can do for you in return?« Arana clarified. The brunette motioned to the ominous tarp that covered some form of machinery, perhaps the chassis of a pod-racer. »What about this?«  

Peli pulled the tarp from the skeleton of a Naboo N-1 starfighter that looked in a generally rough shape. Peli was pragmatic, and far from stupid. »If you just want to waste time until I leave for the festival you can tell me. However, I could use a few more hands on this. Looked for an alternative for the Crest after Mando contacted me.« Din was ever-observant and pointed towards the star-fighter. »That’s not a Crest.« »Damn right, because it’s better. Leaves that ARC-170 in the dust too, no offense. Faster, more agile and a lot prettier with a new paint job. Also… she’s pre-Imperial.«

Arana scanned over the dirty, partially flaked off yellow paint, letting her hand glide over the rough surface. Speaking of her star fighter, the mechanic had a question burning on the tip of her tongue. »Where have you even gotten that from? Last time we met you didn’t even have properly fitting clothes. And now you have a new haircut, a different name and a damn ship from the Galactic Republic, not to mention in quite good condition.« Well, how would Arana explain it? ‘I am force-sensitive and I can steal virtually anything my heart desires if it weren’t for my morals’? »Would you believe me that I just took it? I can be quite convincing if I want to.« The woman gave her a once-over and raised her lack of eyebrows. »I don’t doubt that after yesterday. But for a ship? And that’s fine for him?« Peli looked over to Din, a little shocked. »Were you present?!« Before the brunette was able to explain what she actually meant, which was far from the mechanic’s interpretation, Din, oblivious to everything, replied »I wasn’t, but I know she is very convincing when she wants to be.« Arana facepalmed. That was his revenge for what she had done to him at breakfast. Now the mechanic would forever think she had exchanged her body for a ship. Fantastic. To avoid the awkward silence making it even more embarrassing for his poor partner, Din interrupted. »You had promised a substitute.« Peli nodded violently. »I never said it was a Crest and believe me. She needs polishing but you will fall in love with her just like you did with your sweetheart. Give her a chance.« Sometimes the tin can was a little hard to convince, but then again, when had Peli ever failed him? »Fine,« he grumbled. 

Arana wondered what she could even help with, given she had no training in fixing anything. She was glad if her ship could be fixed with unplugging and replugging cables because that was about the extent of her technical understanding of anything. Din still wasn’t all-too convinced that he would like the N-1, but the mechanic tried her hardest to sell the ship to the Mandalorian. »Do you even know how hard it is to come by pre-imperial parts? Everything was handmade. They’re incredibly rare and expensive. And because I like you, I can add some modifications to make her even better.« Peli was a saleswoman through and through, and for some reason she referred to the ship as a she. Was that a tactic? »And because she’s so old, she is not registered anywhere, just like Maia’s… Ah, kriff, Arana’s ARC.« Mando huffed. »Fine, let’s see if it even starts.« Peli was delighted, either sensing a sale in the future or she was genuinely just happy that Din was giving her a chance. »Perfect. Then let’s start, because I want to go to the festival later. We won’t finish today anyway, she’s missing parts I don’t have nor can I get them this short notice.« Peli clapped, making a mental plan of what they could fix with little equipment and without the missing parts. »Mando, you and BD climb under the ship, you’ll handle the big parts. Arana, you can help me.« 

Surprisingly she found something to do fairly quickly. Being relatively slender compared to Din but still a lot taller than Peli came to her advantage, she could reach further into the hull than the mechanic could. Connecting cables or pulling them through the ship… or pull a skeleton out of the chassis. The brunette had to comment on that. »Looks like this hasn’t seen a mechanic in forever. Where have you even found all of the parts if they’re so hard to get by?« She didn’t have to be able to predict the future to know what Peli would reply and she wondered why she had even asked in the first place. »Jawas.« Of course it was the Jawas. With a shake of her head, Arana let out a defeated sigh. »I’m starting to think that they are the universal solution for any kind of inquiry on this planet.« »That sums it up. Tatooine is full of treasure and the Jawas make the best of it. I gave them a list, they bring the parts, I don’t ask where they got them from and pay them.«  

Meanwhile Din was struggling with the small droid which was supposed to light his area of work, but the little guy was just too excited and would move around the light with every noise the women made up there. 

Who knows if the Jawas scavenged from the ships that were in the hangars or the ports close by. Arana didn’t ask, of course, because why would she if the mechanic had no interest in knowing? Speaking of ‘things no one wanted to know’, the woman had another sprinkle of information to absolutely scar the brunette. »Had a fling with a Jawa once, very hairy and pure trouble,« Peli suddenly told her, making the brunette almost hurt herself when Din bumped his helmet into the ship from below, seemingly as startled by the confession as she was. Of course, the other woman also noticed and called out »Mando, you good down there?« »I’m fine… my tool slipped.« Perhaps Peli would buy that, but Arana definitely heard how shaky his voice was. If he was blushing underneath the helmet right now? »I wish you wouldn’t have told us that…« she scratched the back of her head, looking at Peli with a hint of confusion. Could Din please punch her in the face hard enough to make her forget? She laid down in the sand by the ship and rolled underneath it, landing somewhere next to Din, her feet pointing to the opposite end of the ship from his. They were head to head and she could grin at him for a short moment. After she had attached a cable to a plug underneath the hull down here, she gave the helmet a soft kiss. »Thank you for not being a Jawa,« she whispered. »You’re welcome, cyar’ika,« and once again – Din purred at her. After biting her lip she rolled back away from him.

Peli had the next task already prepped, handing over a hand full of small parts. »Here’s a few lights and button caps. Sit down in the cockpit, don’t worry, you can’t break through and if you do, you’ll just sit comfortably on Man–« She didn’t need to hear that sentence end. Arana grabbed the parts and relatively loudly replied to interrupt Peli »oookay, Cockpit, lamps, buttons, got it. No insinuations of me on his lap, please.« Oh shit. She sat in the cockpit and busied herself with delicately placing small lights into the sockets and clicking the transparent caps over top. Light, click, cap, click, done. She wasn’t sure she was outwardly blushing but her whole body felt hot despite being in the shade. While she was busy calming her mind, thoughtlessly adding lamps and caps to the numerous buttons in the cockpit, the other two talked about the upgrades. Din and Peli threw around technical terms of ship parts. Arana had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, and every time she heard Din’s voice, it was like she got goosebumps. Why could she suddenly not stop thinking about sitting in Din’s lap? How had Peli managed to say something that completely influenced her thoughts? Her mind wandered on and went to what she had felt in the morning, pressing into her abdomen while she laid on Din, practically naked besides their underwear. Stars, it was insane how much she wanted to feel more of him, but she couldn't right now; she wasn’t sure she could ever. So deep on thought, she hadn’t realized that Din had positioned himself next to her and she jumped when his voice pulled her back into reality. »You okay in here?«

Arana dropped some of the caps in response and cursed under her breath, picking the components off of the floor in the cockpit. »Yeah, I’m fine. Go and fix your turbo-venti-something. I’m doing what I’m capable of.« She waved him away in hopes he didn’t think she suddenly hated him. It wasn’t about him, more that she was simply a little uncomfortable with her own thoughts that were racing around one thing and one thing only. »Okay,« he mumbled and walked away, causing her to sigh. Her task was completed soon thereafter and Arana stayed for a while longer, sat on a toolbox to try to understand what they were talking about. Ever so often she would see the helmet look her way and every time it was like her blood ran cold. Could Din hear her thoughts? Stars, she hoped he didn’t. One thing was certain, she wouldn’t be able to quiet her mind when he was around. »I’ll go for a walk,« she announced while jumping off the toolbox, not even waiting for a reply from either. She left the hangar behind, wondering where to go. 

Well aware that Din would be concerned if she wandered off too far, so she hopped up to a nearby roof and sat down on the warm sandstone. With all of the decorations in the city and the already crowded streets, she was nicely hidden from all of the guests that ran around the bazaar already and also from the ones that would go to the festival later. Her sudden sensitivity to the topic was still a concern, in a way. »Okay, relax,« she told herself, crossing her legs, taking deep, steady breaths to stabilize herself. »You sat on his lap for a few seconds to fix his helmet. Nothing more.« She wrapped her cloak around her to shield herself from most of the sunlight. Returning sunburnt was the last thing she needed right now. A few breaths later, she groaned in frustration. »But why can’t I stop thinking about it?« You know why. You felt him. 

Her eyes shot open and she rolled them subsequently, letting out a frustrated sigh and falling backwards onto her back. Flinging her body with a bit too much gusto, hitting the back of her head on the sandstone underneath her. »Ow! Fark.« The fingers that touched her scalp to check for an injury were free of blood, thank the Force. Hurting herself the minute she was unattended would've been so typical for her. Just like it had happened on Nevarro. 

Unsure of what else she could do, Arana just laid there, covered by her cloak and hood, listening to the distant sounds of civilization to somehow free her mind, to detach from the topic all together. Din was probably similarly awkward about this, his body had betrayed him in a way. Still, the lap thing would plague her mind if she didn’t talk to him about it. She did feel bad, guilty even. They had somewhat talked about it already, but because of his hostility back then, she didn’t mention the extent of their contact. The longer it took to confess, the worse it got. To be completely honest, she had repressed it for a while. 

For a while she just laid there, basking in the sun like a lizard, before she made it back to the hangar. In fact, the distant sound of music had been her sign to leave. How long it had been since she left? She wasn't sure. Arana entered the hangar to find it empty. Neither did she hear Peli nor did she see Din. Even up in the apartment, it was awfully silent. »Cyare?« she called up there. No response. Taking the opportunity, she took a quick shower after she had been in the sun practically all day, her clothes also getting the quickest wash. Afterwards she sat down by the table in the kitchen, waiting for someone to come. Din would realize she would come back here, right? The suns were slowly descending and with the relatively small windows up in here, she had to have the light switched on, waiting for some sign of her partner returning. 

The door downstairs swished when it opened and a familiar voice called up the stairs. »Arana? Are you up there?« »I’m here,« she replied and got up from the table to come his way. Unbeknownst to her, Din practically ran up the stairs when he heard her voice, almost crashing into her when she stood right behind the landing of said staircase. »How long have you been looking for me?« Why did she ask? His behavior was a little erratic. And was that an alcohol bottle on his arm? »A while,« he replied and suddenly she felt a little more guilty for leaving, the exasperation very audible in his voice. »I was worried because you left so suddenly. I wasn’t sure if you had left the city. The desert is dangerous, even if I know you can defend yourself.« Guilt filled her face and Arana’s voice was quiet when she explained herself. »I wasn’t far from the hangar. I just needed a moment to myself.«

The alcohol bottle garnered her attention shortly and Din followed her gaze. Without having to ask, he explained »Peli gave it to me when I ran into her on the way back. Let me take the helmet off.« He hastily put the bottle on the table with a relatively loud thud, his helmet following directly after. He ran a hand through his hair and it was easy to see he had been a little sweaty underneath the helmet. »Hey, what’s wrong?«

With careful steps Arana approached him, extending one hand to cup his cheek. »I’ve never seen you so nervous.« Was it because of her? What had he thought about? That she had left and gotten killed? »I’m sorry, I was a little scared something had happened,« he mumbled, leaning into her hand ever so softly when she started caressing his skin with her thumb. His forehead wrinkled and suddenly she had the feeling she was looking into the eyes of a puppy. In a way it felt new that someone was so worried about her. It hat been so long since she had mattered to someone. 

There was a faint smile on her lips, looking into the dark brown eyes that begged for her attention. »You’re so cute when you’re worried, cyare.« One of his hands also cupped her face now. Unsure when he had taken the glove off, but she felt his warm fingers on her skin. »Have you had enough time on your own? Are you okay now?« Din hesitantly asked, »I was scared I did something to scare you off.« A soft nod came from her, not daring to move too much to not detach from his hand. »I’m fine, I promise, you didn’t do anything. I was just a little overwhelmed by Peli’s antics today.« 

Despite her intense meditation and a shower to gound herself, the brunette felt her heart rate quicken. 

Perhaps she should just explain herself rather than leaving him hanging. There was nothing to be ashamed of with him. »I sometimes feel when you look at me underneath the helmet and it was just unfortunate that Peli made me think of something that is kind of an uncomfortable topic for me.« She tried to explain, but how would she? Din’s brows furrowed. »You can tell me next time then I will give you your space.« »I will.« Din was about to lean in, probably for a kiss, when she interrupted him »Can we talk about something? It’s … I don’t know, it’s a little awkward. Or do we want to get drunk first?« There was a little regret that she had interrupted him from stealing a kiss. »We can. Your choice if you want to drink first.« And despite the seemingly certain reply, it seemed like he was blushing a little? What was he thinking about? Oh no. »She reminded me of something when she mentioned your lap. Back on Nevarro, when you fell unconscious and I had to save your helmet from falling. I had to sit on your lap for a moment and I feel bad about it.« »Why? Doesn’t sound like you were doing anything bad. It was necessary.« Well she for sure wouldn’t have done anything to him. Not that she could have. »I was so scared you would wake up right in that moment and … you were unconscious, it doesn’t feel right to come this close to someone when they’re not there, you know?«

»And that’s what made you so uncomfortable? I can’t say how I would have reacted back then, but now it’s not a big deal for me. You don’t have to feel guilty.« Din took it better than she had anticipated, maybe this was because he was big and generally less in danger when unconscious. Also, Arana plagued more than one thought about this. »I feel guilty because I kind of enjoyed it… not that you were unconscious, but the sensation…« she mumbled and tried to somewhat hide in his hand. »Just like I enjoyed what happened in the morning today.« She saw his expression derail for a split second and his skin turned pink just as hers probably was. »Uh… if I have to be honest that was kind of embarrassing. I can’t control it.« »I was only embarrassed because Peli was so close… okay no… that might be a lie, I was awkward about it too. It is kind of a compliment, I guess.« She looked at him, caressed his cheek, and so did he. Finally she leaned in more, gave one of his overheated cheeks a kiss and leaned her similarly warm face against his. »Can we get drunk now?«

Din sighed in relief, wrapping one arm around her to give her a halfway hug. Naturally, Arana leaned in a little. That wasn’t too bad. Was their communication improving? »Do you want to?« She nodded and nozzled her face more into him. It would calm her nerves a little. To be fair, having talked about it had already helped tremendously. Still, Din had something to add. »I don’t know what Peli gave me, to be honest, so I don’t know what will happen if we drink. I doubt it’s anything dangerous, though.« Alcohol was dangerous enough, Arana thought. »If it’s the same stuff as yesterday, you’ll have to live with me being a little touchy,« she whispered and placed a few kisses along his jaw, causing Din to close his eyes for a moment. She gave him a final kiss where his jaw went into his neck, whispering »And I doubt you’d have a problem with that.« She pulled back and walked over to the cabinets, hoping to find glasses or cups to drink from. To make it a little more interesting, she had something in mind. »Maybe you can tell me something about you. Doesn’t have to be your deepest secrets. Just something you assume might be interesting to me, to get to know you a little better. Or you tell me what you worked on at the N-1, but that conversation will be awfully one-sided while I empty the bottle by myself.« 

»There’s not much to tell you about me,« Din mused and opened the bottle. They sat down on opposite sides of the table, Arana placing two cups by the bottle so Din could fill them with the amber liquid. He gave her a warm smile and nodded her way when he raised the cup, Arana mimicking the gesture. It wasn't her first alcohol, even yesterday hadn't been. Probably the nicest tasting one, though. This one wasn’t shared between fugitives in a dark cargo container. They both took a sip, the alcohol numbing her tongue instantly. Instead of the slightly acidic note she had tasted yesterday, a flowery sweetness came through. Probably as strong as the one last night, which meant she would for sure turn cuddly by the end of this. 

»I’ve told you about being a foundling myself. I come from a small planet called Aq Vetina. We were attacked by droids and my parents hid me in a basement. I heard them die. The Death Watch arrived shortly after and they took me to Concordia to become one of them.« »Do you remember your parents? And how your life used to be before the attack?«

Arana had guessed Din was traumatized from that. She had seen the droid and heard the blaster fire when they had somehow connected while healing on Nevarro. »In fractions. Probably repressed a lot. We were simple people, farmers. I ended up getting the Mandalorian training and when I was old enough, I looked for work.« She was a little jealous. but then again, she probably repressed most of the memories of her family, they weren’t forgotten, right? Besides, she had been significantly younger when she had been taken. »At least you remember something. Apart from the memory that came to me on Glavis, I don’t remember my family. I do remember when I first set foot into the facility, though.« She took a sip and sighed. She didn't want to make this about her straight away, but Din encouraged her to keep going. »Your turn, mesh’la.« 

Why not tell him about her first day? 

»Raymond took my hand and walked me through endless hallways. I was four – I think. He promised they were looking for my parents and that they’d reunite us soon enough. When I was put into the small room and Raymond had to leave, I think it settled in that I was doomed. If we can believe what Gideon said, they had killed my father at this point.« Another father dead. Not sure Arana even remembered much of her father. »It’s what the file said. I read it when I had the time,« Din nodded. It felt a little intrusive, there might have been a lot of unpleasant things on her file. »What else did you read?« Obviously not enough to scare him off. »It was just your basic info. Status and where they had found you. I didn’t feel it would be fair to snoop around. After you had left on Tatooine, I was concerned they had caught you.« She filled another round in. »I’d rather be dead than a captive. I don’t want to imagine what they would do to me now that I’m older and stronger.«  A heavy sigh came from her, lifting her cup once more. It wasn’t good to drink and remind herself of what could have been. She was free, and she was with Din. »One good thing the facility granted was the silence. My room was like an isolation chamber in a way and it helped me meditate in absolute quiet, that’s also why I prefer to be on my own at times. One day in my teens something clicked and suddenly there was someone I could see. Witness his life through my eyes in a way. Raymond was so fascinated with what I could do, because I was the only one who could do something like that.« She took another sip.

»15 years ago I spent an entire week in meditation, finding out what we could about this stranger. I’m not sure if the other scientists ever heard of it – if Raymond talked to them about it or kept it to himself. My ability was peculiar, because there was only one person I could connect to. One man in the whole galaxy whose presence I could find anywhere.« A traitorous grin crept up to her lips when she saw that Din picked up on what she was hinting at already. »And you can imagine, he was not amused to feel invisible eyes watching him all the time. Especially when he was supposed to keep his helmet on unless he was alone.« Now Din for sure knew she was talking about him. »You could see me?« She motioned into the air around him. »Not as clearly as I can right now, of course. You were surrounded by your emotions like a fog most times. Hostility, but I understand why.« There was a nod from him, albeit subtle. »I remember I used to feel watched for a while when I was younger. It was driving me insane.« »Sorry.« They both chuckled. Din looked into his cup, taking a deeper breath. »So you talked with Raymond about me?« Arana nodded. »He was a scientist, of course we talked about you. Besides, I considered him my father, in a way, he was the only one I trusted enough. I could practically read your mind despite being parsecs away. Mostly we wanted to find out what it meant. About you as a person we didn’t because I never really dug that deep, it had always been more of a ‘why’ and not a ‘with whom’.«

»So you don’t know why it’s me?« She shook her head and another grin came up to her lips. It wasn’t that easy, at least not before she had met her master. »I only ever found out after I had run into you. Luke has so much knowledge about the Force.« Din took a bigger sip with the mention of Skywalker. Arana wasn’t sure what it was about him that made Din dislike him, although she had a suspicion. »The Force surrounds us all, you and me, this planet, the whole galaxy. It’s here, it connects everything. In a way it is cosmic energy, but not quite. And while most of us are affected by it in a way, some can feel it, and even fewer can use it. Like I can. You’ve probably heard that there is a light and a dark side.« Arana took a sip and hummed, unsure how to continue, or more specifically, how she could get to the point she wanted to make. »Maybe a different comparison works better, sorry. Think of the force as a magnet. Magnets always have two poles. They don’t exist with just one. And similar to a magnet, people can be opposite poles in the Force. It’s called a dyad, a really strong connection between two individuals. Luke is convinced that you’re my opposite pole and I agree. I’ve never felt such a strong connection with anyone and it would explain why I can do what I did back then.«

Din leaned back in his seat, contemplating his reply, perhaps. Arana helped herself to the third cup of alcohol, raising it to her lips and taking a sip, before a sly grin appeared on his lips. »I love being connected to you, cyar’ika.«  He took a slow, calculated sip. Of course she picked up on the flirty undertone and thanks to the alcohol, she would reciprocate. The brunette cocked an eyebrow and asked »really?« If Peli would’ve been here, the mechanic would have probably had a heart attack just now, or would’ve excused herself because she knew what was about to happen to the two lovebirds that were now notably tipsy. Arana put her cup down and sat down on the table, turning on her butt to sit right in front of Din, one of her boots rested on his chair, the other dangling off the table. Din eyed her head to toe before he replied »really.« His eyes moved slowly, as if he was undressing her with just his gaze. »Did you say that on purpose or was that an accident?« Her head tilted sideways. Part of her thought it might have slipped, but then again – he had thought too long for it to be accidental. »I mean it. Is it kind of hot in here?« It was getting a little warm, she had to admit. »I love it too, handsome.« Her hands wandered upwards towards her neck. She opened her cloak, the heavy fabric falling onto the table. »We’re on Tatooine, of course it’s warm here.« Her hands sank back down, one stabilizing her on the table, the other reaching behind her, pulling her cup towards her with the Force. »You could take some clothes off, mesh’la,« she purred with a wink. If he was in a flirty mood she would join. After all – why not? She was feeling a little more courageous right now, thanks to the alcohol she had in her hand. »Do you need help?« she asked and took yet another sip.

Din leaned forward to place his cup on the table, green eyes watching his every move while he did. »You want me to undress?« he clarified. In response she nodded, put away her cup, pulling him in closer by the belt until he stood in between her legs. Her fingers snuck underneath the chest armor to detach the cape which subsequently fell to the floor. His belt was next, which she removed a little more carefully, placing it on the table beside her. While theres wasn’t much to feel yet, his body heat was very obvious, even through the heavy fabric. While she was busy helping him, Din was fumbling with his bracers. The mechanism to close these was a little too complex for her to open, she guessed, and it would go a lot quicker if they worked on what they could simultaneously. There was a grin on her lips when she turned her head to look up to him. »I think we can agree that the alcohol was a brilliant idea.« 

Deep down Arana hoped they would be undisturbed for the night. If Peli had given the bottle to Din, maybe she knew to stay away? She had assumed they had done it last night as well, so she might grant them another night of privacy. Din chuckled. »You mean because it made me take my clothes off? Maybe I would’ve done it regardless, had you asked.« He watched her take the chest plate off, taking a deep breath when it was on the table. »So much better.« He rested one hand on her shoulder, letting it wander over to her neck before he leaned in to finally give her a kiss. »I’ve been wanting to do that all day,« he mused. Upon his retreat, she protested. He drove her insane. Her pulse picked up as soon as she had felt his lips on hers. With a little more force than she had wanted to, she pulled him back into the kiss and he wrapped both arms around her waist. Letting the instinct take over, Arana bit his lip again, softly. With a little groan, Din parted his lips and they kissed more passionately than they had done before. It felt incredible, Aranas heart jumping in her chest, especially after she had heard the sweet noise coming from him. He tasted like the alcohol and it was addicting, intoxicating to kiss him like this. Seemingly into it himself Din leaned in further and practically pushed her further back, molding to his body with both of her legs wrapped around his hips. One of his hands rested on the table, the other at her waist while her hand that wasn’t holding her upright held his head in place. If they had considered it hot before, now it was practically scorching in Peli’s kitchen. Reluctantly Din stopped the kissing to whisper ‘cyar’ika’ out of breath. 

As if keeping her composure hadn’t been hard enough, Arana felt that damn tension in her body again, pulling on her legs to pull him in closer. The desperate yearning was turning into a tightness in her core. His eyes were so dark and he was visibly out of breath, her body pressed against his. »Hey,« she replied with a smile. Despite wanting to continue making out, her partner was a little concerned for her. »I don’t know where this will lead to. You make me feel things I’ve not felt in a long time and I don’t want to overwhelm you.« She looked down to her legs that had his hips in a tight grip. »I have a suspicion where this will lead,« she said, hoping to sound nonchalant about it, however failing, sounding insecure it its place. Of course he picked up on it. »If I’m being too much, please tell me.« It sobered her up a little, the realization that Din was so much into this that he wanted to take things further, just like she had fantasized about. Suddenly it felt so intimidating. »I don’t have any experience with… this. And to be completely honest I’m a little scared.« Scared about so many things. »We don’t have to continue if you’re scared.« He leaned back just a little, giving her more space. He let her choose, but why was it so hard? »I don’t want to stop. I don’t want you to stop because it feels so good. I know you would never hurt me but I fear that things would be different between us afterwards.«

»Why do you think anything would change?« »What if one of us doesn’t like it?« She assumed Din had had sex before and she was the one who would mess up. »We have two options: We never do it again or we try until we both enjoy it.« That must’ve blown a fuse in her brain. Her body tensed once more and she was pretty sure she involuntarily pulled his hips in further. He tried his best to make her feel comfortable with the situation and she was endlessly grateful for it. »The first time is rarely perfect. I’m leaving it up to you, we can go to bed and just cuddle, that’s fine for me. Neither outcome will change any of my feelings for you, I promise,« he reassured her.   

What do you have to lose, besides a stupid title that doesn’t have any meaning? Seriously, look at him. You love Din. You see how gentle he is with you. Would it be so bad to just find out what it feels like? He’s into you, you felt it. Once you leave this planet, you don’t know when you’ll have the next opportunity for it.

After her internal pep talk, Arana softly shook her head. »No, I want this… please.« Similarly softly as her headshake, Din nodded and leaned his forehead against hers. »There’s nothing that could ever change how much I love you.« How could she be scared if that’s how he handled the situation? Unsure what to say, Arana whispered »okay.« He gave her a softer kiss, squeezing her waist with his hand gently. There was just one issue. »The mattress might be a little small for us, though.« Arana looked behind her body. In theory, they could do it on the table. It wasn’t like her body wasn’t already in the position for it, so was his, besides the fact they were still dressed. »That depends who is on top, I guess. Also –« She grinned, a devious plan forming in her mind. »There is an unoccupied bed a few meters behind you.« Yes, she was talking about Peli’s bed. Din followed her gaze towards the little curtain that led to the mechanic’s bedroom. »Are you sure about that?« he faced her, looking back and then back into her eyes. »Realistically it’s the best spot to lose your –« She placed her hand on his mouth to shut him up. Thankfully, he didn’t talk further, likely a little confused by the gesture. »Please, don’t make this a bigger thing than it is.« 

Arana took her hand back, hoping he understood what she meant. Din seemingly accepted her plea and refocused his attention. »Alright. Do you need help taking your clothes off?« Playfully offended, she replied »I’m not that drunk, but you can undress me if you want to. Is it okay if I continue with your clothes?« Din chuckled and gave her kiss, leaning into her once more before he had to retreat so they could undress. »Of course, mesh’la.« He opened her belt, placing it beside his while she opened his flak vest. 

After some time that consisted of various clothes and boots falling to the floor, kisses and the occasional sigh of enjoyment, both were bare-chested and enveloped in another kiss, Din leaned over her again, hot skin against hot skin. His hand was practically buried into her hip, holding on for dear life. 

Once more she felt the hardness pressed into her. Din was grinding into her, voluntarily or not, her hand wandering between their bodies to open his pants and feel him up. Her partner suddenly made a noise that startled her and she pulled back. »Sorry, was that too much?« She looked at him with furrowed brows, but he shook his head. His pupils were dilated like he was on something, making Arana wonder if she herself looked so hungry. »No, it’s okay,« he reassured her. »Wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.« To further make it clear that Arana didn’t do anything wrong, he lifted his hand to her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. »We should change location, cyar’ika.« His voice was so deep and gravelly, sending shivers through her body. Another kiss landed on her cheek. »Alright.« She took the hand he offered and they walked over to the bedroom, switching the light off in the kitchen. They would take care of the chaos later. 

They entered Peli’s bedroom and to Arana’s surprise, there was a larger window that allowed moonlight to enter the room. Din’s pants were practically falling off of him while walking. She sat down on the bed and looked at him against the moonlight. »You’re beautiful,« she mumbled, seeing how the soft light accentuated his muscles. He pulled his pants down, wasting no time to kneel beside her and letting his hand explore her body again. She almost anticipated him touching her chest, but his fingers avoided her breasts. »You think so?« he purred, his hand traveled downwards while he buried his face in the crook of her neck again. Her skin was still sore from yesterday. »That was a loud thought but yes… you’re very mesh’la.« After he had stopped his attack on her neck, he smiled at her, her hand cupping his cheek. »You look good in the moon light.« »If it means you’ll speak Mando’a you can say anything you want.« »You’ll have to teach me more then, otherwise I’ll call you a pretty idiot.« He chuckled, turning his head to place a kiss into the palm of her hand. »There’s too much fabric on you still,« he grumbled, sounding a little frustrated. Taking the hint, the brunette got up and stood before him, placing both hands on his shoulders once he had turned towards her fully. »I think you have to help me, cyar’ika,« she purred his way. 

Just like he was asked to, he pulled her pants down, halting when she suddenly flinched, his hand had accidentally grazed her scar »Sorry,« he apologized. »I forgot about it.« »It’s okay.« 

She stepped out of the pants when they were all the way down. The sight before her was one to behold. Din, in just his underwear, in the soft moon light, eyes full of love. »Come to me,« he purred, pulling her towards him by her hips. Instead of sitting next to him, Arana decided to be a little more upfront and sat on his lap. Without much hesitation he wrapped both arms around her, pulling her as close as he could without hurting her. Now a little taller than him, she placed a kiss onto his forehead. »I love you.« »I love you too.« Her neck wasn’t safe from more kisses, but she didn’t complain about it. Despite the soreness of her skin, it felt good to have him give her love bites and a million kisses. Especially so if he made the noises he did, further confirming that he was very into her. »Stars… you’re by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.« Din practically moaned against her skin, making her shiver. While she didn’t do much in her current position, it felt incredible to be so close to him. »I’m all yours,« is all she could muster up, her hip dragging along his thighs, seeking some kind of friction. »You’re driving me insane.« 

»Makes two of us.« Without a warning, hands grabbed her butt, pulling her as close as can be and tilting his hips ever so slightly that she could feel what she was doing to his helpless body. It just so happened to grant her the sensation she had longed for, causing her to let out a proper moan for the first time in his presence. She dragged him into a kiss to shut herself up, Din himself choking a moan while his hands guided her to keep going with the motions of her hips. It felt incredible. He felt incredible. Their silent moans only driving one another more insane. When she couldn’t take it any more, Arana pulled back to catch her breath, face against his forehead, panting. Her body was tingling, screaming for release. »I can’t take this any more. I need you.« There wasn’t much Din said, mainly because he was just as out of breath as she was. »Alright.« To proceed on the brunette left his lap to lie down on the bed, and as soon as she saw Din pulling his underwear down, her thoughts started racing a little. She was overly horny but still a little scared. Seeing him naked didn’t help ease that fear in the slightest. Her partner seemed to pick up on her nervousness and laid beside her, cupping her face in one hand. »You’re tense. Are you sure you want this?« It was commendable how careful he was to make sure she wouldn’t regret this. There was no going back, she was so worked up, she needed him. »Yes, I’m just nervous.« His hand started traveling down her body, pulling down the last bit of fabric she had on. She lifted her hip to help a little. »You don’t have to be. I’ll be gentle.« Another reassuring kiss occurred, then Din hoisted himself over her. At first she feared he would go right at it when his knee nudged her legs apart, but it was just to make space for his body, allowing him to kneel there. 

His lips traveled down her torso, in between her breasts, further descending. His beard tickled and every now and then he even nibbled on her skin. It was hard to not move, her body giving in every now and then, but there was no protest, so Din continued on. When he reached the scar on her groin, he gave it a very soft kiss, Arana flinching slightly. »Does it still hurt?« Din looked up to her, concern painted on his face. »No, it feels like a tingle. Like my nerves are –« while she was explaining, she felt his tongue lick over her scar, her leg twitching and her knee subsequently hitting his ribs. »Sorry,« he mumbled and kissed it again, this time without getting kicked. »I’m glad I trusted you enough to take you back to my ship.« »Me too.« His kisses wandered on, along the leg that had just made contact with his side. Arana had her eyes closed, lost in the sensation until she felt his kisses wander up her leg again, coming closer to where she wanted to feel him, but not like this. »What are you doing?« Her torso shot up, leaned onto her arms to look at him. His eyes were dark, practically black when he looked up to her. It was a sight to behold. »I want to taste you.« There was silence in the room, gears turning in her head. »No,« she quietly said. »No?« Din asked. There he was, comfortably lying in between her legs, his head close to her core. It felt cruel to tell him no, especially when he looked so hungry, but it didn’t feel right. »Next time?« she offered, not sure she would ever be ready for that. »Whenever you want to,« he said and placed a kiss up on her mound, far enough away that she didn’t feel the need to pull away. To be fair, the view she had just shortly, had been more than inviting, especially with his dark, pleading eyes. Din crawled back up, but halted just below her face. He placed a few kisses on her ribcage, then slowly moved over to one of her breasts. »This okay?« »Mh-hm,« she gave permission, feeling his lips envelop one of her nipples. It was hard to say what exactly it felt like, but the tension in her body left bit by bit and the intense pulling sensation inside of her returned. There was another moan when he pinched her other nipple, groaning a little while his face was practically buried in her breast. She actually grew a little impatient, softly urging him on. The pulling was turning from uncomfortable to painful, her body demanding release. »Din, please,« she whined. Her partner huffed a little when he laid down next to her again, probably just from the impact and not an actual response. His hand finally wandered back to her crotch. »Whatever you want, cyar'ika.« »Will it hurt?« She turned to look at him, and all she found in his face was pure affection. His hand lifted and angled one of her legs, caressing her skin while he was at it. »If I’m doing my job correctly it shouldn’t. If it does, tell me.« 

She felt his finger hit a wet spot, her slick spreading where he touched her. »Sorry,« she mumbled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, »I’m a little too excited.« Din’s face nuzzled into her hair, softly chuckling. »I don’t mind,« he assured her, kissing her hair. »You’ve touched yourself before, right?« »I have, but I’ve never been this – wet.« »I take that as a compliment.« She chuckled against his neck, giving him a kiss right where she could feel his pulse. »Di’kut.« She felt his finger glide over her clit, her hip bucking in response. It was a little torturous that Din spoke to her, but he wanted to take his time, and make it right. »I take it you’ve used your fingers?« »Yes.« His finger slid down to her entrance. »How many?« »Two at most.« »I’ll start with one.« 

»Wait,« Arana begged him. Din pulled his hand back, placing it on her thigh, waiting for her face to surface again. She was close enough to his face to feel his breath on her skin. »Can I touch you too?« She actually sounded a little shy, but se wanted to feel him too, and make this a little more comfortable for him. »Of course.« »Show me how.�� With the hand that had just been exploring her, he took hold of the hand that was closer to him, guiding it towards his erection. He closed her fingers around him, her hand enclosed in his fist for a moment. She mimicked the movement he was guiding her to do, along his shaft with a little pressure. There was a soft moan from him and he bit his lip. That alone made it hard for her to focus. 

He was so hard in her hand and she was a little concerned how he would feel, as he was definitely bigger than two fingers of hers. And while she was at it, he slipped one finger into her. She inhaled sharply, somehow expecting it to hurt, but it didn’t. In fact, she could barely feel him inside of her. »Okay so far?« he checked in with her. »Yes.« »Can you even feel anything?« Arana exhaled, not really a huff and not really laughter, but amused none the less. »Not… really.« That’s when his thumb started gently rubbing her clit again, her face falling into the crook of his neck to moan. She changed the hand that was touching him, rotating her body towards his so she could be a little more comfortable, and he could be too. She tried her hardest to keep moving her hand but every now and then she would forget what she was doing, her mind blanking when he made her feel all the things she felt. Din’s soft groans were driving her mad if his fingers weren’t enough. She just assumed she was doing something right when he joined in on her moans. Her hip movements became a little more erratic and she had to choke a few moans on his shoulder. 

It felt like he changed the finger and before she could find out why, he slipped both of the now coated fingers into her. Another loud moan escaped her, Din nuzzling his head against hers. »“It’s okay, I got you,« he whispered, his fingers dragging in and out of her. Now she definitely lacked the focus to keep pleasuring him as well, and he didn’t seem to mind too much. To be fair, she wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take the foreplay when the actual sex hadn’t even happened yet. She kissed him, making out with him to somehow make all of the obscene noises stop. The soft groans and an occasional smack of lips was definitely more bearable than what was going on around Din’s fingers. 

Something changed. Whether it was because he picked up the pace or what, her body felt all tingly and she couldn’t stop panting against his skin. As much as she wanted to touch him, she couldn't. It was almost too much and opposed to her, Din knew what was going on with her. »Let go. Come for me, cyar’ika.«

And she did, a whiny moan came over her lips as she felt her body tense around his fingers and Din was so graceful to let go of her to wait until she was back in a clearer state of mind. She caught her breath slowly, nuzzling her face into his neck. »Did it feel good?« Arana couldn’t stop herself, she laughed. »What do you think?« They shared a kiss, her wrapping both arms around him. »Why did you make me come beforehand?« »I wanted to make sure you weren’t nervous any more and that you were taken care of before me.« He gave her another kiss. »I love you.« »Love you too, cyar’ika.« 

To proceed further, Din gently pushed her on her back, kneeling in between her legs. Arana gave in easily, a lot more relaxed now that he had taken care of her. He leaned over her, nudging himself right by her entrance. There was another look they exchanged, a deep gaze full of love. They had exchanged a lot of ‘I love you’s already, but neither really minded to hear it over and over again. The brunette just nodded, giving him permission to give her all of him. Din reveled in the feeling, eyes closed, lips parted and a soft moan escaping him while he slid inside of her. As if she needed any more reason to absolutely fall for this man. Din was gorgeous in the moonlight, his face painted with an expression of pure bliss, not to mention the feeling of him stretching her out until he had fully settled inside of her. He came closer to her, resting his forehead against hers, arms burying underneath her and executed the first thrust, a slow drag to cherish every second of it. It felt like he was hugging her, somehow closer now that their bodies were connected. »Don’t stop,« she whispered in a soft pant, so dangerously close to his lips. »Won’t,« he breathed, picking up the pace. Her eyes fell shut, fingers dove into his dark curls, holding him in place while his hips snapped against her body. Their moans fell into rhythm as did his thrusts, Arana not doing much besides kissing him on occasion and her hands caressing over his skin, feeling his muscles tighten with every move. 

It was incredible, the way their bodies felt like they were made for each other. Din didn’t need any commands, it was is if he knew what buttons to press to make this as enjoyable for her as possible.

Not sure how long he had been going at it, but she felt the same tightness in her body again, her muscles now very clearly tensing around him further and further. All she could muster up to alert her partner of her impending second orgasm were the same whiny moans she had let out earlier. Driven by the nonverbal signal, his movements became sloppier, harder, almost erratic. His arms came up from underneath her, holding him upright to have more room to thrust into her. With a louder moan, Din finished, the sensation of his muscles tensing driving his partner over the edge again. She felt a little bad about moaning so loudly, but she couldn't help it in the moment. Din didn’t care too much about her being loud. After a few breaths he lifted off of her, nuzzled into her side and pulled the cover over them. She cuddled into him, one arm around his torso as well. Despite the obvious noises she had just made, Din wanted to make sure she was fine. »You okay?« 

There was a pause so Arana could collect her thoughts. She and Din had just had sex. Her virginity was gone, and all she could feel was relief and so much love for her idiot. »Yeah, more than okay. Thank you.« Her index painted little hearts onto his skin. He attempted a shrug. »Thank you for trusting me.« She looked up, giving him a soft kiss. »You’ve saved my life when I was a stranger, of course I trust you.« »That’s fair.« The brunette rotated to lie on her back, her partner coming with her and now resting on her chest. Exhaustion took over quickly, even more so when engulfed into a hug in a relatively comfortable bed. Seemed no one would leave this bedroom before sunrise.

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My Transformers One thoughts!!!

✨Spoiler free✨

Holy moly this movie was just so…WOW!!! Before I start with my thoughts, I would like for y’all to know that I’ve never been this hyped for a movie in a long time! I was so excited I was shaking from excitement that my family kept asking if I was okay! 😂

Ok now to my thoughts. First off, I just want to mention how good the voice acting was. Chris Hemsworth did such a phenomenal job as Orion Pax, later Optimus Prime. Whenever his character gave a speech, I was crying because of how amazing and inspiring it was. And Orion in general was just so adorable and fun to watch! Now Brians voice acting was spine chilling! His decent from good friend who sticks to protocols to becoming the revenge seeking Megatron just flowed ever so nicely! The writers did an incredible job with his villain arc. Plus, Brians voice acting just made it even more incredible! And Michael Keegan as Bumblebee was ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS! My mom loved him she thought he was so funny! He was kinda, sweet and always willing to help his friends. The chemistry that Optimus and Elita have with each other was *chefs kiss* you can tell she really cared for him throughout the whole movie! Everyone’s chemistry with each other was amazing!!! Every single character had such well done chemistry with the others, showing the good writing in this movie!

Now the music and animation, was OFF THE CHARTS. They both flowed so well together. The music made me feel so teary eyed because of how beautiful was! It made you really feel in the moment. And the animation was absolutely STUNNING! Seriously yall, shoutout to all the animators for doing such an amazing job with the animation style. It was just so incredible. So if you are really into animation and/or music definitely check this movie out!!

And finally the plot in this film. I swear this plot is absolutely heartbreaking in this movie. So many moments that make you feel. The friendship bond between Orion Pax and D-16 to the long known enemies Optimus Prime and Megatron was simply so sad to watch. And it really makes you feel hooked to the story watching D-16 going through his good guy to bad guy transformation. It really makes you feel for the guy. There were also so many dark moments too which was pretty shocking but honestly pretty valid for the story and I like how they didn’t try to shy away from all that. The writers really embraced it, show the horrors and the reality of war, corruption and betrayal. Honestly, I haven’t been this hooked on a plot for a movie in a long long time!

I had so much fun watching this movie. It made me feel like a little kid again, getting excited about a movie and what will happen and why the characters change. Seriously shoutout to everyone person who worked in this movie yall did an amazing job! I’m really considering watching this movie because of how good this movie was. 10/10 movie rating for me. I definitely recommend yall to watch this amazing movie, it has such amazing characters as well as a really good lesson from this movie! I can’t wait for more of this Transformers story! I had a really good time! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

Also I brought my Optimus Prime plushie and my Bumblebee funko pop, along with my new Transformers One shirt to the movies with me! And I also took some pictures during the movie as well! (No spoilers i promise!!) Have a look! 🤗