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Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N

"A Different Kind Of Warmth"

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Summary: Mansk and Y/N survive the final battle on the sinking ship and escape. Both are lost in the forest and as night falls, the cold reaches their skin. To warm up, they huddle for warmth but Mansk has a hard time containing his rising feelings.

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, death, near-death experience, fluff, breeding kink, penetration, soft/sub Mansk

Word Count: 9426

When I woke up as a recom, I had hope for life. The new body, new attitude and new mission had me thinking we had a chance to win this time. Boy, was I wrong.

The S-79 SeaDragon was going down, slowly becoming submerged by water. The water I was struggling in. I was on the lower deck along with the Colonel and a few other soldiers when all hell broke loose. The recom team was being taken down one by one and soon enough everyone was fending for themselves. I had been knocked into the water by falling heavy equipment and was now holding onto the railing on the side of the huge ship. It was tilted and sinking and I knew it wouldn’t keep me above the surface for long.

I didn’t know where to go or what to do. Climbing back up on deck and looking for Sully was suicide. Drowning sounded better to me than getting an axe to the head or an arrow in my side. 

I didn’t plan on swimming for much longer. Everyone was dead and I didn’t know how to get back to Bridgehead. The feeling of being alone started to drown me more than the water and my heart ached as I tried making a list in my head of who could still be alive. I just saw 3 of us die. Meaning that maybe Lyle was alive. I don’t know where Quaritch is and I haven’t seen Mansk. I know Z-Dog is down, along with Prager. Lopez and Ja died a few hours earlier. 

The rail I was holding was now fully submerged in the ocean’s water and I was standing on it until I couldn’t feel it beneath me anymore. My legs and arms were sore from swimming and I felt myself growing weaker. I was turning around, looking for any available platform I could cling to or land but everything was either sinking or too far away. The SeaDragon was slowly tipping over and its side was coming down over me. I was ready to let the deck just drown me and pull me down but suddenly a huge splash erupted next to me. I gasp, turning around to see what it was and then I recognised an Avatar’s head breaking through the surface and gasping for air. It was Mansk and his wide eyes met my own. 

I sigh in relief, letting my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds as I realise I’m not about to be killed by a Na’vi. 

“Y/N?” he asked breathlessly, fighting to keep his head above water. I frantically nod, swimming over to him a bit. 

“Yeah.” I gasp, coughing some water out of my lungs. He nods, seeming relieved by my presence. At least we weren’t alone. 

“Did you see anyone else?” I ask, searching around us again. Mansk weakly shakes his head ‘no’ and I sigh. He turned around, not seeming as lost as me.

I feel glad that he seemed to have a plan. I was going to just swim in the same spot until I drown but now I had a reason to stay alive. 

He leads the way, swimming away from the ship and I follow, feeling too weak to question where we are going. Or where he was going. I didn’t want to stay behind. 

Mansk seemed to have more strength than me. I had been swimming for almost half an hour so I was struggling to keep up. 

He was faster and I was slightly panicking internally, hoping he wouldn’t leave me behind.

Mansk and I were mutual friends I guess. We knew we were on the same side and that we could rely on each other but I never had a proper conversation with him. He was very distant around people. 

He turned around in the water, noticing you weren’t as close behind as he hoped. His movements in the water stopped proceeding forward as he watched you swim to him, noticing your movements and stamina falter. Mansk’s heart was racing and adrenaline was rushing through his veins from the battle. In the back of his mind, he wondered whether anyone else was alive. Either way, he had you now and he couldn’t let anything happen to either of you. Clearly, you had been struggling for longer than him so he needed to help you get to land. 

Mansk’s arm reached out for mine, pulling me to him and my eyes opened at the contact. Since I last saw him so far from me, my heart dropped at the feeling of being touched and I dreaded it to be something from the ocean. Luckily it was Mansk and he scanned over me with a worried expression. 

I tasted blood in my mouth and felt it coming from my nose. 

I hold on to his vest, coughing again after nearly choking on more salty water. My tired eyes were closing and my legs were no longer able to push me as far as before. 

“Almost there.” he said, stretching his left arm under my arms to keep me stable. 

His voice took me by surprise. He had spoken a few times but I still couldn’t remember what he sounded like because it was so rare. Mansk spoke in a deep tone, sounding hoarse from the fight. 

I nod while gasping for air and he realises he’s running out of time with me. His ears strain back against his head and he tightens his grip around me to not lose me. 

Mansk starts swimming again, pulling me with him while my legs and arms try to boost me forwards and up weakly. 

All my muscles hurt and I couldn’t properly swim anymore. 

Mansk clenched his jaw, not tearing his eyes away from the targeted land he had found. He was going to get you both there alive. His arms started slicing through the water as he pulled you behind him by your vest. He wasn’t going to leave you, he was going to make it there so he used all the strength he had in him to do so. 

I felt like I was going to pass out and suddenly, the arm pulling me through the water let go of me. My body stilled and I soon realised I was sinking down. The noise of the loud crashing waves stilled as water filled my ears and everything went quiet. No more splashing or creaking from the sinking boat. Just a faint ringing in my ears and my heartbeat which I felt pounding in my ears and in the back of my head. I faintly open my eyes, staring up at the water's surface, noticing the small bubbles from my nose push upwards in a squiggly line. It seems so close yet so agonisingly difficult to reach. As if it were teasing my bodies strength, in a cruel test of agility and strength. 

The weighty resistance on my chest prevented me from gasping for air and as I slowly sunk, I felt myself be distanced from life more and more. The life I didn’t actually ask for but the one I was ordered to have. A life in an artificial body of the species I was hunting to kill. 

My already weakened limbs seem to be moving in slow motion as I search for something to hold on to and pull me up, but I’m surrounded by endless amounts of heavy and dark water, threatening to force its way into my body and fill me up until I become one with the ocean. The passing seconds of time seem to strain and stretch into eternity as my need for air makes me dizzy. Once again I felt alone and abandoned. My memories were blurred together and I wasn’t even sure whether I had seen Mansk at all. Perhaps I had been drowning this entire time and was only imagining being saved by him while I drifted in and out of consciousness. Maybe everyone really was dead and I was now the last one to go. 

My chest felt as though it was going to burst and the natural instinct to breathe overpowered my reasonability and I desperately attempted to inhale and draw in air when it was clear there was none. The liquid seeped into my lungs making me feel heavier as I sunk and moved with the waves. The uncomfortable feeling made terror shoot through my weak body as I started to realise that my time was running out. Thinking of death when one is safe doesn’t seem threatening but now I was maybe just minutes away from everything I had ever experienced coming to an end. It was fastly approaching and helplessness spurred me on to struggle and swim to the surface. 

My vision blurs like my thoughts and I notice my state of panic vanish. The light around me fades along with the chaos as I float in an eery haze of calmness and stillness.

Suddenly, my heart seems to reboot out of shock. I hear a muffled yet crashing noise above me and light rays shine down on my luminescent blue skin as the surface of the water breaks. Bubbles break out in the targeted area, hiding the object causing the surface to ripple. Then, a hand pushes through the surface and grabs onto my vest, making me realise I wasn’t that deep in the water. My mouth opens from the habit to gasp and the last remaining large bubbles of oxygen leave my lips. The arm pulls my still body up and within seconds I feel much heavier again. Water is no longer engulfing me and my movements are not as restricted. My legs and arms scrape against a hard rock when suddenly I feel steady ground beneath me. 

Mansk had reached the shore and climbed it so that he could pull me on it after him. He had reached the top of the flat rock and turned around to help me up when he noticed I was no longer there. Panic washed over him as his wide eyes hastily searched the water for my body and he spotted it beneath the waves. Without hesitation, Mansk leaned forwards and hurriedly fished for one of my limbs to be able to help me up. Relief calmed him when he gripped onto me and his arms tugged me away from the edge of the water and next to him on the ground.

I hurled myself forward, quickly scanning my surroundings and faintly realising I was on land and with Mansk. Laying on my belly while my back arched uncomfortably, I desperately coughed up all the heavy water I had taken in. My lungs hurt and my body ached while I propped myself up on my elbows and gasped for air between coughs and chokes. Mansk leaned forwards, also breathing heavily and laid his hand on my back while I struggled to breathe again.

My hands were pressed flat against the wet rock as I regained my senses, trying to calm my breathing. I allowed myself to close my eyes from exhaustion for a few seconds before looking at Mansk. 

“Mansk-” I whimper with red eyes and a trembling voice. 

He saw the fear in my eyes and instantly felt responsible and blameworthy for the situation I was just in. What was just a few seconds or a minute to him seemed like ages to my previously submerged self. 

But I was just grateful to be alive with him. I wanted to somehow express my feelings of appreciation for his help even though it was the bare minimum but my mind was still a mess. Maybe give him a hug or tell him a few heartfelt words but I knew that all that would barely scratch the surface of the depth of my feelings. I had too many emotions surging through me. 

“You okay?” he asked, knowing I could obviously be better. He just wanted to make sure I wasn’t too traumatised or maybe I had a wound he didn’t know about. 

It takes me a few seconds to answer because I just recently wanted to cry for help. In contrast, now I nodded my head slowly. 

“Yeah. Are you?” I ask, stumbling forwards on my knees slightly and leaning against him. 

He catches me by my shoulders and props me up straight while I feel around his torso for wounds. 

The desperation of my actions warms his heart when he realises there could be a chance of me truly caring about him.

“Yeah.” he replies, his voice scruffy. I scan over him to make sure and then nod, leaning back on my feet. Neither of us was okay. We were far from it. But we weren’t dying anymore. And as marines and in the military, you are okay as long as you’re alive and not being held at gunpoint. 

The weight of the situation started to sink in as I turned around on the rock and faced the almost fully sunken ship. Mansk watched it too and it made us both feel uneasy. Our friends that we’ve known for years were on there. Their dead bodies were probably sinking in the water while he sat up here and watched. Almost instantly I felt guilty. There must have been a way I could have helped them but I didn’t and now there was nothing I could do. 

I press down on the call in my throat. “Does anyone copy?” I ask, hoping one of our team members will reply. Mansk presses his own and listens in but the line is dead. No one replies and my heart sinks to my stomach. 

Without me noticing my breaths grew heavy and unsteady again and my nose twitched, providing me with the sign that tears were forming in my eyes. 

Mansk sat a little behind me, letting the harsh reality sink in while I refused to accept it and still searched to see if anyone was swimming or moving. But there was nothing. The action was gone and suddenly, the world felt dystopian and scary. 

Both of us were drenched, sitting in the puddles of water that drained and trickled from our clothes and attire. 

We sit in silence for a while. Both of our minds are too full of thoughts and feelings we need time to reorganise them and come back to our senses. 

I come to the conclusion that we can’t stay here but I also realise we have no way of getting back. The communication pieces on our necks and in our ears were damaged and even if our Ikrans found us we wouldn’t know the way back to Bridghead. 

I slowly turn around to Mansk. He looks like he’s going to be sick. Being abandoned and alone on a foreign planet surrounded by dangerous and unknown creatures is not something the military can prepare a soldier for. We also knew that every Na’vi we encountered from now on would not hesitate to kill us for the destruction and devastation we caused. I didn’t even blame them for it. 

The scene of the sinking SeaDragon showed me how disastrous and fatal our actions were. To me, the fallen soldiers and warriors from both sides are a haunting sight. I can spot a few bodies motionlessly floating in the water or stretched along the wreckage. The cost of war on this planet didn’t seem worth it. From that battle of hell, Mansk and I had survived. But we were not victorious. What I was looking at was not victory. We were defeated survivors, left to fend for ourselves in a world that resented us. 

“What do we do now?” I ask, wondering whether he might have a plan to get us out of here. Mansk’s eyes were unfocused, emotionlessly staring at the wreck in the ocean but my voice drew him from his thoughts and back to reality. He stared at me, opening his mouth in an attempt to say something before closing it again. 

He didn’t know. Both of us were helpless. But what was clear was that we couldn’t stay here, drenched in clothes that symbolised our side of the war. 

The eclipse was almost over and the sky grew darker. 

“Come.” he said and I watched him get up before forcing myself off the ground with the remaining strength I had. Yep, he wasn’t much of a talker.

But I could trust him and I knew he was thinking like me. We needed shelter to survive the night and freezing on a wet rock is not the way to do it. So we headed to the forest. This was common sense, especially for Marines. 

Mansk walked slightly ahead of me while I limped after him. Our guns were useless and gone so we were left with only our daggers. I had a knife and Mansk had one of Lyle’s machetes. 

We left the coast behind, warily walking into the deadly forest which still haunted us from experiences in both our lives. 

The light of day had now vanished, and the trees further dimmed our surroundings. But our new bodies enabled us to see clearly in the dark. 

I was moving forward with a hand on my hip in pain while my head was dropped and my eyes weak. It was only then that I started to notice the grass become luminous beneath my feet. 

My ears perked forwards and I looked around, noticing the colour and the light of the forests of Pandora at night. The beauty of it entranced me, making me forget the hate we were told we should have for this world. Despite its dangers, the forest was magical and it lured us deeper in. Oddly, I felt connected to it in some way. Forgetting the harm I had just caused, I felt drawn to the trees. Perhaps my body was trying to persuade my mind to switch sides again. It happened before. This blue Avatar wanted me to naturalise here but my willpower was stronger. 

My eyes shoot up and I scan over Mansk. He seems inattentive to the surrounding lights and colours. Sometimes, I feel like he sees the world in black and white because he never sympathises with things. No matter what beautiful sight of Pandora you would show him, Mansk would not fall into its trap. Not that he was fighting his will, he just genuinely disliked this planet. 

Mansk was walking at my speed so that I wouldn’t fall behind and his arms smoothly swung as he held the machete. He had used it to cut the path free from plants but now the large leaves had vanished. I noticed how tense he looked. His ears were tipped back but his tail was still. He lost his shades because they weren’t on his head as usual. My eyes drifted over him while I completely spaced out from reality. The long-sleeved uniform he wore suited him. It would be unlike Mansk to walk around in a tank top or something similar to Quaritch’s attire. I never understood why but I didn’t question it. At least he wasn’t as oddly self-obsessed as many others. His vest emphasized his broad torso which evidently slimmed down at his waist and the cloth around his arms strained a little through the muscle. Mansk was lean and I found myself admiring him which I had done once or twice before. It embarrassed me to think of him like this because I wanted to be professional but then I would remind myself that our team really wasn’t professional. Sure, around people ranking higher than us yes. The Colonel too, but between us many acted like teenagers. Not just Lyle.

My eyes mindlessly continue to stare at him and he seems to feel them, turning around and glancing at me. Our eyes lock and suddenly I don’t know what to do so I quickly avert my gaze back to the ground before letting it flicker to the many plants. He keeps his eyes on me for a few more seconds, examining me himself before turning back to the front. My heartbeat picked up its pace even though he showed me no emotion and my thoughts were scattered. That’s why I was once again not paying attention and I bumped into him as he stopped. 

Mansk glanced over his shoulder and his ears perked as he watched you recover from thumping into him before looking away again. He smiled to himself. Not a big smile, just the corners of his mouth lifted in slight amusement and his tail flicked. But he wouldn’t let you see, so he quickly hid his emotions with his neutral and unbothered expression.

I rubbed my forehead and my ears drooped in embarrassment. Mansk hadn’t even been nudged forward through my actions, it felt like hitting a brick wall. 

“How ‘bout there?” he asked and instantly my attention devoted itself to him and his voice. My ears twitch forward and I step out from behind him to let my eyes follow where he is looking. It’s a larger tree and it looked dead. Perhaps it had been hit by lightning at some point but what was attractive to us was the fact that it had fallen over halfway onto another tree creating a type of shelter. I looked around, noticing there was a grass patch surrounding it and we could stand beneath the fallen trunk in the case of rain. 

While you’re scanning the place, Mansk’s eyes are fixed on you. His ears finally let loose from being flattened back and move forward slightly as he eyes your facial features, taking note of your luminescent patterns, your nervously twitching ears and nose. His stern gaze softens for the first time in a few hours. You had been walking for a while and he only let his mask of steel falter and slip up when you were battling the water. 

The way your eyes sparkled in the lights of the night had him unable to take his eyes off of you for a few extra seconds. 

I turned to look up at him and he almost flinched away. His ears immediately pinned back and his tail froze. His retreating actions startled me and I waited a few seconds before answering. 

“Let’s check it out.” I say softly, choosing to lead the way for a change. 

Mansk watches me start to walk to the tree. He lets his hands rest on his waist as he drops and shakes his head lightly before following me. 

He should feel endangered and worried but somehow you’re presence distracted him from the horrors you both had just witnessed and you were all he could think about.

I walk beneath the tree, running my hand over the dried-up bark. It was stable and the ground felt soft to my bare feet. 

Mansk reaches me, turning around and scanning over the place. I stand still for a few moments in thought before a shiver runs over me and I notice I’m hugging myself for warmth. 

We were still wearing our drenched clothes and they were keeping our skin moist and cold and had our clothes stick to it. 

Mansk turns around to me and I nod a few times in approval of the place before starting to unstrap my vest. The water made it feel heavier.

He felt cold too and noticed what I was doing so he followed. A strap was stuck because the plastic was busted so I cut a part of it open, discarding the useless material on the ground. My tank top followed, which I had to peel from my skin because it was still soaked. I pulled it over my head and started wrenching and twisting the water out of the cloth and onto the ground. 

Mansk slightly turned away from me and was doing the same with his coat.

My legs were freezing so I started opening my belt. I then moved against the side of the tree and sat down so I could strip the cold pants off. I sighed, rubbing my forehead again out of exhaustion before throwing them onto my pile of clothes. 

I sat cross-legged on the grass in my underwear. Luckily it wasn’t too revealing. The sports bra could count as a top and my underwear was the length of tight shorts. 

Mansk had taken his top clothes off, holding them in his hand and he kept his cammies on. He turned to you and noticed your bare skin but he turned his head away not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. He also wanted to stay focused on somehow getting back to Bridgehead and looking at you would not help him concentrate. 

He sat down next to me but kept his distance. Mansk seemed unsure of the situation. He’d never been in this position before. 

I glanced at him, also quickly tearing my eyes away in case he would notice me staring again. My hands were around my braid which carried water in the hair and I was trying to squeeze it out. 

We sat in comfortable silence and I winced, letting out a squeak of pain when I twisted my queue too harshly. 

Mansk’s eyes flickered to me at the noise and he watched what I was doing. We were still getting used to the body and I’ve never had to drain water from my Kuru cord yet. 

The RDA told us we didn’t have to shower because Na’vi don’t sweat the same way humans do. 

I look at him and this time he doesn’t cower away. Mansk kept his pants on and his cord wet. The perfect way of getting sick. The water from his queue was drizzling down his bare torso. 

I start opening my braid, carefully untangling the hair so that I could squeeze the water out of it without hurting myself. Mansk is still subtly watching me. 

“You should do it too. Otherwise, it’ll hurt you tomorrow.” I say, glancing back at him. Mansk ears perk forward at my words and he stays still for a few moments before looking at the braid resting over his shoulder. Using words to answer was rarely deemed necessary for him. 

He slowly mirrors my movements and unsurely removes the hair tie before opening the braid. Our hair was thick and I knew it felt odd for him because he was used to having his hair buzzed short his entire life. His hands clumsily untangle the Kuru from our hair and I can tell it’s the first time he’s doing something like this. Mansk looks over at me to see how I’m drying mine, his lost and confused eyes trying to find answers. 

I smile to myself, only opening it halfway because the water had seeped to the lower strands of hair and was dry on my scalp. 

Once I was done, I leaned back against the bark, slumping my shoulders while re-braiding my hair around my queue. It took me a while to figure out how to keep it in the centre of the strands but eventually, it worked. When I finished I glanced over at Mansk who had almost opened his entire braid and had his fingers tangled in hair. 

He was helpless. 

“You need help?” I ask, biting my lip to suppress giggles. He glances at me in defeat and looks embarrassed that he can’t get it back together. 

“Yeah.” He softly replies, removing his hands from his hair. I walk over to him on my knees and sit behind him. 

“I don’t know how to braid.” He mumbles, sitting with his knees bent and torso leaned forward. 

I run my fingers through the hair to straighten them out before separating them into three strands. 

“I can teach you if you’d like.” I say, tilting my head to the side to look at him in case he decides to turn around and glance at me but Mansk stays still. 

“Nah, it’s fine.” he replies, his voice quiet but still gravelly. My ears droop as my hope dies down. He should learn how to do it because he’ll be stuck with his queue until he dies. But I’m not going to push him. 

My fingers start braiding away, gently holding his cord in place as I try my best to cover it with hair from all sides. Whenever I brush my fingers against the Kuru, I glance at him to make sure he’s all right and he is. Mansk looks unfazed to me.

You couldn’t see over his back. Mansk had his fists tightly closed and his body was tense. You two had never been so close before. He hadn’t been like this with anyone and he never planned on it but with the situation you two were in, Mansk had to push himself a little. He would never let anyone braid his hair. The idea seemed stupid and pathetic to him but weirdly, he trusted you enough to do it right and not mock him for not knowing how to. But you touching him like that had its downsides. Mansk forced himself to suppress shivers every time your fingers held his queue or grazed his back. He was nervous and the feeling felt almost threatening to him because Mansk never felt that way. 

Another cold shiver ran through my body and I tried curling myself up into a ball while finishing his braid. My tail was wrapped around my waist and my fingers were trembling. 

Mansk must have felt it and he looked over his shoulder. 

“Sorry,” I say, trying to suppress the frigid chills washing over me. “ It’s cold as fuck.” I add with a breathy laugh, trying to lighten the mood. 

I knew he was quiet but I never had to deal with it one on one because we were always with the team. His silence had my thoughts running wild and I had to fight myself to not keep trying to fill it. 

Mansk gives me the faintest nod and faces forwards again and I want to face-palm myself. For a few seconds, I wondered whether that was all the reply I would get from him. 

“Are your clothes dry?” he then asks and my drooped ears twitch forwards and my eyes brighten. 

“No. Still wet.” I say, looking over at my pile before returning my focus to his hair and tying the end with the hair tie. 

“Here, it’s done.” My hands lift his braid and I place it over his shoulder so that he can see. 

Mansk examines it with interested eyes. “Thanks.” He quietly replies and I nod, sitting back down against the tree. This time I was slightly close to him. 

I pull in my legs, hugging my knees and curling my trembling tail around me before resting my chin on my legs. Perhaps we could make a fire but I was too exhausted to go and look for firewood and attempt to start it. I knew Mansk was too. 

Mansk leaned back against the bark now too and the corners of his eyes caught the movement of your shivering frame, directing his attention back to you. Not that it ever left. Mansk wished he could give you his coat if it were dry but it wasn’t. He’d also much rather be wearing more himself. 

I was brought back to the dreadful images of the shipwreck as the silence faded the reality around me. While my arms clutched my legs tightly I slowly rocked back and forth to try and keep me a little warmer. It also helped me calm down. My eyes were unfocused and I was staring in front of me with wide and blank eyes. I was so absentminded that I hadn’t noticed Mansk’s movements. 

I felt something on my back and flinched in shock. Mansk quickly drew back his hand and looked at my confused expression. 

I sighed and dropped my head down, feeling relieved that I was here and not in the water. 

He had moved closer to me and we were seated right next to one another now. I tried calming my breathing again when Mansk repeatedly gently placed his hand on my back. He could tell I was having a hard time digesting what happened today so I guess this was his way of comforting me. I didn’t mind it. In fact, I pushed into the feeling of the palm of his hand. It was warm against my skin and I felt him radiate body heat against me. 

I look up at him and give him a soft smile and he returns it for once before looking down at his legs. 

His hand really did comfort me and I was forcing myself to stay seated upright and not just fall into him. 

My eyes were fluttering closed because I felt tired but I couldn’t get anywhere near sleeping when I was this cold. They shot open when Mansk’s shivered and I felt his hand twitch. There was no doubt about it. We were both cold. 

My head once again lifts and I look at him and his posture, wondering whether I can just lean into him. He lifts his head from having it leaned back against the tree and our eyes meet.

“Is it okay if I lean against you?” I ask with half-lidded eyes. I felt tired and I didn’t mind asking anymore. If he says no I’ll just tip to the other side and try to sleep.

Mansk seemed surprised by my words but I had a feeling he was thinking of the same thing. It was chilly and we could stay warm if we shared our body heat. I couldn’t feel my warmth but he could and vice versa. 

His perked ears of interest now leaned back as he attempted to answer.

“Uh-” Mansk swallowed nervously as I stared up at him.  “Yeah, sure.” He said, internally cursing himself for stuttering. 

I smile and scoot a little closer. Mansk lifts his arm up as I move under it and then I just lean my upper body into his, lying against his side. My body relaxes with the feeling of his warmth and I hum in appreciation. 

He stays still for a few seconds, not daring to even breathe. Then he slowly lowers his arm and unsurely rests it around my shoulder. 

My head is resting against the side of his chest and I discover how comfortable Mansk feels. 

I push my legs a little closer to his frame all while he watches from above and my arm loosely drapes around his middle. 

Yep, that’ll do. If we’re still stuck here tomorrow night then Mansk will become my regular bed. 

He slowly eases himself against me, trying to relax his tense body. The skin-to-skin contact was something he hadn’t felt in ages and it was electrifying to him. Mansk would never give nor receive physical affection. The most he would do with his friends were handshakes and knuckle bumps or a pat on the back. He hadn’t given anyone a hug in years so to receive something like this had his heartbeat racing and Mansk prayed you wouldn’t feel it. 

The tip of his tail was wagging and lightly thumping against the ground so Mansk rested his free hand on it to stop the movements. He didn’t want you to know about what a nervous wreck he had become since you both sat down.

My eyes were growing heavy but then I noticed something new. Mansk’s scent or more like his musk seemed to grow stronger. I wondered whether I was inhaling too deeply but I wasn’t. My eyes close again as I decide to brush it off. My head nudges his side as I move it to my comfort and now my ear is flatly pressed against his skin. Within seconds I can hear thumping and it doesn’t take me long to realise it’s his heartbeat and it’s fast.

I’m wide awake again, wondering about what was happening to him. Maybe he was afraid and was remembering the sinking ship, or he was in a painful position but didn’t want to wake me? Perhaps he felt sick. 

I slowly lift myself up, rubbing an eye before looking up at him. 

Mansk’s ears are drooped to the side and his eyes are wide as he watches your movements, dreading to hear you ask him why he’s so tense. When you look up at him his heart stops beating in fear and he freezes. 

“Are you okay?” I ask but he refuses to meet my eyes or answer. 

My head drops forward and I rub my other eye while thinking about what to do because he was silent.

“If it’s uncomfortable then I can move back and you- can…” I say, opening my eyes before I stop mid-sentence. While rubbing the sleep from them, my head was coincidentally pointed to his abdomen and as I opened my eyes, they were met with the least expected sight. 

I shut up and my lips are slightly parted in surprise as I just stare down at his pants with wide eyes. His cammies are strained in his crotch area and I can see that Mansk has an erection. 

To his horror, he can see that you’ve noticed what he’s been trying to hide and suppress. Everything seemed to be coming crashing down on him and he wished he could sink into the ground in shame. 

You two worked together, he didn’t want you to think of him as some pervert. He also really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

While Mansk was cursing and hating himself I just kept staring. It took me longer than it should have to figure out that he got so worked up because of how close I was to him. 

“You could have just told me, you know?” I say, grinning up at him and Mansk is torn out of his destructive thoughts by the sound of my voice. 

Once again he is speechless. He was expecting to be insulted or scolded by you. Not that he could picture you doing that, he oddly couldn’t. But a positive reaction wasn’t even on his radar of possible outcomes. 

I fully turn around to face him. He’s staring at me with wide eyes while I drink in his flushed face of embarrassment and bare torso.

“You need some help with that?” I ask, tilting my head in a playful way so that he would get the memo. 

He was starstruck in utter disbelief. 

“What?” he asked, his voice sounding even more hoarse but this time it trembled.  He was too stunned to regret sounding nervous. 

“I need to know. Yes or no? I don’t want to cross your boundaries but I can help you out.” I say, wanting to make it clear that I’m fine with this. 

He can’t answer, his voice seems unreachable to him. 

I decide to rid him of any doubtful questions in his head so I lean forward and trace the tattoo on his chest, making him shiver. 

“Mansk. Do you want me?” I say, keeping my teasing grin. Who would have known that a big and serious man like him could fall apart so easily? 

His mouth is lightly hanging open and he doesn’t even think his answer through because he feels too drawn to you and the moment you two are having. Mansk slightly nods his head even though a voice in the back of his head still has him secretly fearing you would suddenly walk away. 

“Use your words.” I whisper, leaning in a little closer and he couldn’t care less about being told what to do. 

“I want you.” he answers in a raspy voice and I notice how dilated with lust his pupils have become. 

Mansk never takes orders from anyone but his superiors. Meaning he’d follow Quaritch and often Lyle, but rarely would he listen to others. Not because he was rude but because he didn’t like being told what to do by people who weren’t qualified to give orders. 

My sneaky smile turns into a grin again and I shift forwards, moving my legs over his own so that I was straddling his lap. Mansk moved his arms out of the way, still watching me in disbelief. To further enlighten his burdening thoughts, I reach to his neck and gently tug at his dog tag while moving my face close to his. 

I watch him and his eyes keep flickering between mine before they fixate on my lips. Our warm breaths are fanning against the other and our noses brush. I want him to initiate the kiss to make sure I’m not taking advantage of his desperate state. My free hand rests on his chest, stroking over his pec and feeling up his bare skin. 

Mansk can’t take it anymore and he fills the gap between both your lips by leaning forward and catching your mouth with his. 

My heart seems to skip a beat in excitement and I immediately kiss him back, melting against his touch. My hands are all over his torso and soon I notice how he keeps his at his sides. 

He was relishing in the feeling of having you so close to him. A big part of him needed this for a long time. Now the void in him was finally being filled and Mansk was afraid of doing something wrong so he didn’t touch you until you would tell him to.

I pull away, keeping one of my hands on his cheek as I smile in adoration. He was cute like this. His cheeks were burning up while his big eyes watched me attentively. My eyes search for his hands and I pick one up, guiding it to my waist. Mansk supports my movements, gripping and feelings my waist and hips in a way that told me he greatly needed this. 

“This is one way of keeping us warm.” I tease while his hands feel up my barely covered body. 

His eyes shoot up to me and he looks down with a small smile when he notices I’m teasing him. 

I decide to speed things up because my back is cold and I’m looking forward to the warm aftercare just as much as the actual sex. I lean back, sitting down on his groin which makes him shakily exhale. My hands then attach to the moist cloth of my sports bra and I pull it over my head. 

Mansk looks awestruck as his hazy eyes admire my chest.

“Touch me.” I whisper and in the next second, Mansk is cupping and massaging my breast. I sigh in soft pleasure, tilting my body so that my chest is pushed further out for him. 

Mansk wants to feel me closer so he wraps his arms around my waist and gently pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck while he buries his face in my one, pressing his nose against the side of my throat and deeply inhaling my scent. 

I start feeling needy so I slowly roll my hips forward, grinding down on him. My actions make Mansk draw in a sharp breath and I feel his grip on me tighten. 

I continue and am able to feel all of him pressing against me. His dick twitches in his pants and I gasp when my clothed clit brushes against the side of him. 

Mansk’s ears are trained on me and longingly listen to every noise I make. 

I no longer want clothes to separate our bodies so I quickly press a kiss to his cheek before climbing off him on his other side. Mansk seems dazed and belatedly follows my movements. 

“Take them off.” I groan, lifting my hips off the ground to remove my panties. He doesn’t need to be told twice and his hands work on unbuckling his belt. Hurriedly he opens his army pants and tugs them down his thighs. 

I’ve ripped my panties off of me and thrown them somewhere behind me and now helped Mansk rid himself of his pants and underwear. 

Once he kicks them off his feet Mansk realises I’m completely naked and his movements slow. He seems to daze off again into his thoughts which amuses me. I press my hand against his deliciously warm chest and push his torso back against the bark of the tree before straddling his waist again. 

“You’re so beautiful…” Mansk mumbles and my eyes shoot up to him in surprise. I haven’t received a compliment in a long time and I could tell he meant it even though I wasn’t sure he knew he said it aloud. 

“Says you, pretty boy.” I giggle and his eyes widen at the pet name. A blush clouds his warm cheeks again and I smile. 

Mansk never thought he looked bad but he never found anything about him that he thought was really good-looking. Sure he was built but so was everyone else. That tattoo was meant to give him some uniqueness but he was often unsure of it. He just felt too regular and therefore any compliments about his appearance had his heart fluttering. 

I glance down between us and my eyes widen once again. I was expecting something normal sized but Mansk was much bigger than expected. Perhaps it was a common Na’vi trait but I doubted that. 

“Holy fuck-” I whisper under my breath, slowly tracing my fingers down his abs and to his v-line before stopping close to his crotch. Mansk hears my reaction and he can tell by the way I bite my lip that I’m happy with him. He feels more confident with what he’s doing now. 

I lift my hand and wrap it around the middle of his shaft to test the waters. Mansk shudders at the contact, inhaling deeply to ready himself for what is to come. 

Everything about him is such a turn-on to me I can’t stop looking at him. My hand starts to gently stroke him and I glance up to see that his eyes have fluttered closed. One of his hands was loosely holding my hip while the other was pressed together in a tight fist against the ground. 

His reactions make me crave more from him so I tighten my fingers around him, tugging at his dick before I stop at his tip and glide my thumb over the slit that’s leaking beads of pre-cum. 

He presses his lips together tightly and his ears flicker back in pleasure. It must feel good even though I’m working on him dry. This makes me realise I can just move to the next stage because I’m craving him badly too. 

I stop my movements, giving Mansk the chance to take a breather and recover. My legs lift me a little higher and I place my palm against the side of his dropped head. 

“Ready?” I ask, looking at him for approval. Mansk lazily nods his head, gently tugging my waist forward to steady us both. 

“Yeah-” he breathes out and I nod back. 

My hand slowly guides the tip of his dick to my burning and sensitive entrance, mixing his pre-cum with the heat that has leaked out of me. It seems the new bodies of ours are far more responsive to erotic feelings than human bodies.

Mansk holds his breath again, watching with lust-drunk eyes. I line him up with my hole and slowly sink down on him. His lips part as he feels himself become engulfed by warmth and slick squeezing him from all sides. A soft groan is elicited from his mouth, encouraging me to continue pushing myself down him. 

I gasp as he starts to fill me and once I bottom out I place both my hands on his chest to steady myself. My breathing is heavy while his is ragged. 

“Fuck-” he mutters under his breath. 

I decide to be a little mean and tease him just a tiny bit more.

“I’m warm now, we can stay like this.” I say, playing it off innocently. 

Mansk would generally never complain about that but at this moment in time, his body craved you so badly he needed you to move and help him find a release. He looked up at me and seemed alarmed that I wouldn’t help him out of his state so he naturally tightened his grip on my hips. 

I smirk at him, leaning my head back in amusement at his panicked reaction. Mansk can’t do anything but watch me with a pleading look. 

“Tell me what you want, baby. Then I can give it to you.” 

My words make him shiver and for once it’s not due to the cold. 

“Please move…” he whines, looking at me with desperate eyes. 

“Good boy.” I coo, rubbing my thumb against his cheek and he seems surprised by my praise but it makes him feel better. 

He wasn’t used to being a bottom but right now he wanted nothing more but for you to take care of him. 

I start to gently rock my hips back and forth making Mansk gulp as he restrains himself from digging his fingers into my skin. His abs tense and his biceps flex as he starts to finally feel pleasure softly rid him of the feeling of being painfully hard. 

I notice how even through his tension, Mansk slowly melts and relaxes against my touch. It encourages me to lean forward and I lightly wrap my hand around his throat. 

His hazy eyes reflecting his pussy-drunk state find mine and we stare at each other while I continue my movements. I notice how Mansk’s eyes have become glossy. He must feel overwhelmed by bliss.

“You’re being so good for me.” I whisper before kissing him passionately. While I do this I pick up the pace a little and Mansk whimpers into my mouth due to the pleasure and the praise. My ears shoot forward and the noise makes me moan against him. The way I gently pressed his neck from the sides seemed to feed his lust. 

Perhaps Mansk was so used to being stronger than me and more in charge that he just needed to once have the roles reversed and have someone take care of him. 

He would often tell me what to do and how to do things so switching the positions had us both excited. 

I start to lift myself off him every time I rocked forward and let myself glide back down when I rolled my hips back. 

This seemed to really do it for Mansk.

“Feels so good-” he whines, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Without thinking, his grip on me tightens and he starts supporting my movements by pulling and pushing my hips up and down to my rhythm.

Soon enough, Mansk starts to buck his hips up into me to meet my movements and I moan his name which drives him wild.

“Shit- that’s it. Don’t stop.” I say with a hitched breath and gasping voice and he nods, never dreaming of stopping. His eyebrows are furrowed together and his eyes are fixed on where you two are connected, intently watching how all of him disappears in you with each of your harsh thrusts. 

Mansk and I were now almost panting and our once-cold skin was now glistening with tiny beads of sweat. 

“Y/N- “ he breathes through clenched teeth and his words wake me from my pleasured hypnosis. “I’m gonna cum.” 

His voice sounds strained and I nod. “Me too,” I whisper, tightly gripping his shoulders. “Cum inside me.” 

His wide-blown eyes meet mine to make sure I said what he heard. 

“Please.” I add, begging him to fulfil my request. 

He confirmed it in his head his dick twitched inside me.

“Fuck-” he whimpers, “ ‘M gonna fill you up.” 

I nod desperately, digging my nails into the back of his strong shoulders. I was close to cumming as well. 

I knew I couldn’t get pregnant if our queues weren’t bound together so we were fine. And quite frankly, I wanted to feel him deep inside me. 

One of my hands moves between my legs and I start rubbing lazy circles on my clit to help me reach my high. Mansk watches, completely entranced by my movements. 

Never would he have thought that seeing another person pleasure themselves would turn him on so much. And because it was you in front of him, it’s what pushed him over the edge. 

I felt him tense and once I felt the first spurt of cum shoot inside me I was thrown into a state of pure bliss. My walls clenched around Mansk and it made his hips stutter and jolt forward in pleasure. 

He pulled me into him again, burying his head in the crook of my neck while he helped me ride out our orgasms. I cried out his name while he groaned out mine and my hips desperately bucked into his thrusts in frantic attempts to prolong and drag out our highs. 

After a minute we both simultaneously calmed down and our movements stilled. I sunk back down on him, fully seated on his lap while our heaving chests were pressed together. 

My hands wrapped around his neck loosely while I pressed the side of my face against him. He really was warm now. Mansk tightened his arms around my waist and was now hugging me, making me melt against him. 

“Thank you…” he whispered against my skin and I smiled tiredly against his. 

“Don’t. I wanted it just as much as you.” I reply, pulling back from him so that we could look at each other. Mansk gives me a soft smile and I press our foreheads together. My fingers trace around his chest before I start to admire the luminescent speckles on his skin and on his face. 

“You’re so pretty…” I mumble in adoration, stroking his head and running my hand through his short hair. His gaze softens even more and he kisses my cheek, trying to feel me as close to him as possible. 

“Then that makes you a fuckin’ angel…” he replies and his answer makes me laugh. He pulls me into him further, making our warm skin press together everywhere possible. “So soft.” he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. 

I snuggle against him and we stay still for a few minutes, just warming up and calming down in each other's embrace before my yawn reminds us of how late it probably is. 

Mansk doesn’t want to let go yet so he leans off the tree behind him and lays down into the soft grass. I lay on his chest and we don’t move. He doesn’t pull out but I don’t mind. It feels oddly comforting and warm. 

“Can we stay like this?” he asks, not wanting to hold you against your will. 

“Yes please.” I whisper tiredly, stretching my legs before loosely draping them on either of his sides. 

Our breathing is calm now and my head is resting on his chest while his arms are resting on my back, snaked around my waist.

“Can you teach me how to braid?” Mansk suddenly asks, seeming to still be in deep thought while I was slowly drifting off to sleep. 

A big smile spreads along my face as I look up at him and rest my chin on his chest. 

“Sure, we can do that tomorrow. While we wait for the search team to find us.” I whisper and he nods, gently rubbing calming circles onto my back. 

Both of us needed this. The release, the warmth and the comfort. Especially after what happened today. As recom’s, we struggled to find comfort in ourselves so having someone else was exactly what we needed. 

My body seemed to suddenly be filled with a different kind of warmth. One that he gave my heart.

Suddenly, the forest didn’t feel threatening anymore and the noises, the lights, and the fresh air felt homely. 

Whether they would wake up the next day was a mystery they could only wait to find out about. But it didn’t matter to them because they were together. Perhaps they were the last of their kind.

And just like that, the two living impostrous and artificial replicas of the Na’vi fell asleep together beneath the shining stars and gently rattling leaves, of a world that wanted them dead and gone.

Tag List: @number1gal @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @ikranwings @numarusworld @jatwow

[jq37]

-You got the timeline of Lucy's death off by a year. She died at the end of Sophomore year. I wonder if the Grinders were trying to keep up with the Bad Kids by also bringing back a god from nameless oblivion.

-I have my own spin on why Ivy's not as good as Aelwynn. Ivy's a too realistically mean bitch, Aelwynn's a CRAZY bitch. One's way more entertaining than the other. Also Ivy's dollar store Garthy O'Brien accent is very off-putting. Stop sounding like a much cooler character, you high school hot girl cliche.

-Is Henry having Gorgug do all three Artificer years at once or one at a time? Cause one's a very logical way to go about it and the other's really not. You know, hyperfocus on finishing Freshman then Sophomore year and then play catch-up on the Junior year material. The smart way to do it. Or is Gorgug having to do Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced course material simultaneously? Cause that's a very dumb way to do it. Whichever way, Gorgug's nailing it, but that second one isn't sustainable.

-At first Fig's whole crisis about her lack of passion for being a Bard struck me as manufactured drama, but I've let it sink in and come to a different take on it. Fig's whole Rebel Punk Girl deal so far was obviously a reaction to the divorce and her life/family kinda falling apart. But now, things are REALLY great for her. Great family, great friends, great girlfriend. Her personal life is goals. So, how much is all that positive change affecting her? Is she over her Punk phase and moving on to something else? Season's not over, let's find out.

-Adaine's starting to use magic means and her connections to make money and I respect it.....BASRAR'S A GENIE! That just sank in right now as I'm typing this. But Brennan's no dummy. He probably set like a hard limit on the value of his wishes to close off that easy solution, but maybe he got sloppy and forgot to do that. Fingers crossed.

-I still don't think Fabian deserves Mazey after his behavior of late, but I'm still pretty into that ship, so whatever happens happens.

-Not much to say about Kristen and Riz. Especially Riz since he's been taking a narrative backseat so far this season. Hopefully that'll change soon. Still, Hi Riz, Hi Kristen :)

Holy shit, this one ran really long. My gift to you, I suppose.

Sorry this is late! Things are crazy! Luckily it's all still relevant. Let me go through point by point.

-You got the timeline of Lucy's death off by a year. She died at the end of Sophomore year. I wonder if the Grinders were trying to keep up with the Bad Kids by also bringing back a god from nameless oblivion.

If I said something other than that then it was a typo! I'll check and edit when I have a chance. But I think the point I was making was that it would make sense that the Rat Grinders never got more ambitious if Lucy had died the first week of school like Kristen and Gorgug. It makes less sense that they wouldn't ever leave the starting area with no dramatic incident to keep them skittish and that happened in Sophomore Year, not right away. And it def feels like they're copying the Bad Kids. The question is whether it's to just score some extra points or if there are also ulterior motives.

-I have my own spin on why Ivy's not as good as Aelwynn. Ivy's a too realistically mean bitch, Aelwynn's a CRAZY bitch. One's way more entertaining than the other. Also Ivy's dollar store Garthy O'Brien accent is very off-putting. Stop sounding like a much cooler character, you high school hot girl cliche.

That's also an excellent point! The ideal bitch character is, to quote Heathers, a "mythic bitch". You want her so crazy she doesn't feel real. You want her doing full ass crimes. Ivy is just like, the run of the mill racist bitch you went to high school with. Too close to home. Not fun at all. The only thing it pings for me is disgust. And Garthy is WAY cooler than her. I hope the Bad Kids grind her into dust.

-Is Henry having Gorgug do all three Artificer years at once or one at a time? Cause one's a very logical way to go about it and the other's really not. You know, hyperfocus on finishing Freshman then Sophomore year and then play catch-up on the Junior year material. The smart way to do it. Or is Gorgug having to do Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced course material simultaneously? Cause that's a very dumb way to do it. Whichever way, Gorgug's nailing it, but that second one isn't sustainable.

There is a split between D&D mechanics and actual in game reality sometimes and I really hope Brennan is just making Zac roll them simultaneously for mechanics reasons and in reality Gorgug is just taking all three years back to back to back and not simultaneously because it would be, as you said, and INSANE way to structure learning.

-At first Fig's whole crisis about her lack of passion for being a Bard struck me as manufactured drama, but I've let it sink in and come to a different take on it. Fig's whole Rebel Punk Girl deal so far was obviously a reaction to the divorce and her life/family kinda falling apart. But now, things are REALLY great for her. Great family, great friends, great girlfriend. Her personal life is goals. So, how much is all that positive change affecting her? Is she over her Punk phase and moving on to something else? Season's not over, let's find out.

I'm kinda curious about where exactly the disconnect is for her because it's not like she needs to even be a musician to be a bard. There are so many different subclasses. Did she get into music just to let out her aggression and now that she doesn't feel so angsty, it's not flowing as well? Would she be feeling this way if she didn't have pressure to put out an album? It's not like she lost her creative spirit in a broad sense--who else but Fig could come up with Wanda Childa? But yeah, it'll be interesting to see where she lands, especially since she has this other stuff in her life going on too that needs to be resolved (curse stuff) and also she is literally the archdevil of rebellion currently which will be hard to pull off is she doesn't feel a connection to it. Which I honestly think she still does because if she didn't, the stuff with Cass wouldn't be working as well (the whole doubt/rebellion tag team and her successful prayer). Anyway, I just think she's in a transitional period. As you said, let's find out where this goes.

-Adaine's starting to use magic means and her connections to make money and I respect it…..BASRAR'S A GENIE! That just sank in right now as I'm typing this. But Brennan's no dummy. He probably set like a hard limit on the value of his wishes to close off that easy solution, but maybe he got sloppy and forgot to do that. Fingers crossed.

There is no way Brennan is gonna let them Basrar-Ex-Machina their way out of their problems without some truly insane rolls but, in character, it wouldn't be out of pocket to ask. Especially since she's the reason he can grant more than just ice cream wishes. But yeah, good on her for using her jacket as a side hustle and I really hope her charging for visions because you know those Falinel elves are sitting on piles of ancestral cash.

-I still don't think Fabian deserves Mazey after his behavior of late, but I'm still pretty into that ship, so whatever happens happens.

I'm not overly invested in Fabian's love life but it is really funny watching him flail so badly in this department even though he's objectively really cool according to the dice. If I was friends with Mazey though I'd be like, "Girl, are you sure?" Just a bit too much of the rich boy arrogance for my tastes.

-Not much to say about Kristen and Riz. Especially Riz since he's been taking a narrative backseat so far this season. Hopefully that'll change soon. Still, Hi Riz, Hi Kristen :)

Kristen is Going Through It and Riz has been great support so they deserve a bit of a break, especially because I feel like things are gonna pop off for them pretty quick.

OK, that's it! I have to lesson plan! I will hopefully have some time to so some recapping soon!

[hangmanbradshaw]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @urmomsonfire and I figured I should keep going with the writing questions today!!! (thanks kale, love u)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 17

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 796,198 (do we think I can crack a million in close to a year we'll see)

3. What fandoms do you write for? I'm still living in Top Gun summer so I'll just be vibing here for a while

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever (nfl fake dating au)

baby, i'm howlin' for you (wolves & foxes au)

i can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland (rival princes au)

loose lips sink ships all the damn time (pirates au)

Love (Suite Love) (my travlor inspired AU lmao)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to!! I'm really behind right now because I get really sucked into writing (and life, been very busy with my social calendar at the moment) but eventually I'll go through and catch up. Writing like this is for community, ya know? Engagement? Making friends, being crazy together, it's the vibe. (Plus every time a comment notification dings, an idea angel gets its wings lmao it's my fave part- talking to people)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Unhappy ending? Don't know her. I guess you can make my wish come true just cuz it ends with them deciding to kidnap the president and cyclone being like oh my god

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? it's 2am and i'm cursing your name is pretty stupid sweet but also wanna be your left hand man/iwtby left off prettyyyyyyy sweet

8. Do you get hate on fics? Everyone's always been sooooo sweet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? *glances at my work from the corner of my eye* yes. just yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? My mummy fic has actual mummy characters. But I've written a lot of like inspired ones? Some loose, some closer. One based off the Mummy, one that's a mummy/national treasure crossover LMAO, one off Jurassic Park, one off Twister, one off Beauty & the Beast kinda, one off princess & the frog, one kinda princess diaries 2/how to lose a guy BUT I actually have an insane idea I came up with recently that would be a uhhhhhhh crossover I guess........I'm giggling as I think about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so? I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? some people have asked! So maybe soon.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope! but I love to riff with other writers. i'm way too particular about my own work to co-write probably tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hangster currently! prev: buddie, destiel, sharpay/gabriella from hsm (leave me alone lmao).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? if I post I am going to make myself finish but I have some I've never posted that I doubt I'll finish (one's a rivals fake dating destination wedding)

16. What are your writing strengths? I'd say melancholic fluffy humor and banter, others have told me world building and being lowkey emotional

17. What are your writing weaknesses? being concise and angst actually- I struggle with that sometimes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Amazing when people can do it, but I tend to avoid writing it since I'm not fluent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? High School Musical and then I took a massive break and started with Top Gun again.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I love all my babies for different reasons but IWTBY & That Little Farm are currently my true loves

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, also @paulmezcal as a welcome to tumblr (no pressure you def don't have to do it haha)

[ppjeterka]

stealth-hot anon again

you are SO right not a single one of the Sabres is pulling off that Leon Draisaitl smirk, like I'm sorry that man smolders and the Sabres, while very cute, would look like they're just super excited to play a game! None of them are making Connor Bedard reconsider his career and whether it might not be better to just drop to his knees right there if you know what I'm saying.

ugh I feel you with the curse of liking a team that's not super fandom popular... the thing is, I think they will be eventually, but there's definitely ways to speed things up!! obvi reblogging all the videos. All the gifsets. All the gifts that Sabres social media has given us (I think they might be the best in the league at that, like the between 2 stalls series is hilarious, and they let this child-team show some personality which is hard to come by in the hockey world.) Fanart helps, obvs, though I say this as someone who cannot make it. and, unfortunately, fanfic... like sometimes it's a case of drumming up interest with the Narratives and letting the audience build from there which is obvi. V annoying. But also are there any compelling narratives now?? As a longtime Jonathan Drouin-Nathan MacKinnon shipper, the narratives were definitely there, they had all this history, and then it just fell into place this past summer and it took a little while (and some good on-ice performances), but people are getting into it again. Are there any guys like that? (I think Bo Byram and... Cozens, maybe? Is that right?) If there are videos or interviews of that, that is also vvvvv compelling, even if I'm not into the ship it does make me curious to know more about a relationship in general. Owen Power was on one of those very homoerotic college teams, right, does he have any teammates nearby? JJ Peterka and Jack Quinn have excellent chemistry and the Sabres social media know it, which I appreciate. And then there are the individual personalities. Dahlin's aquarium video was hilarious. Tage Thompson might not have a personality (he very well could I just haven't seen one yet) but he is an excellent artist. And Jeff Skinner. We cannot sleep on Jeff Skinner. He is an absolute fandom goldmine, from the figure skating past to the very real personality to the fact that he's def a cutie (appeal to the more mature folk! and everyone else!) to the fact that he's got the NHL record for most games played without a playoff appearance (poor dude), he's a compelling dude and how could you NOT root for him.

stealth-hot anon yay hello again!!!!!!

unfortunately the sabres are doomed by the narrative :(( I wasn't really a big fan of them last year, but I get the sense that they were actually a really fun team to watch (high scoring, promising young talent, admittedly questionable goaltending) and thus the vibes (and filmed content!!) popped off. Then this year started shit and decidedly unfun and killed the vibes that were cultivated last year :( Dylan Cozen's been kind of cold all year, Tage has been alternately injured and/or underperforming, and it doesn't help that Jack Quinn's been out of the lineup for the majority of the season (but it seems like he's coming back soon!), so there hasn't been nearly the same amount of fun off-ice content for fans to sink their teeth into this year...that said, I have faith for next year!!

as for interpersonal player narratives...dylan/bo definitely has good potential but i think the air of tragedy that still clings to the trade needs some time to clear LOL

"Owen Power was on one of those very homoerotic college teams, right," LMAOOOO I'm not really into NCAA fan/shipping culture, but I know Owen and Kent Johnson is/was a pretty big self-sustaining thing? Might need to look into the state that ship is in...

And JJ and Jack. Now that's a duo. Every video they're in together is simply incredible, I have no shame in admitting I've watched all of them more times than I can recall. I think I have 2? 3? WIPs going for them rn?

But yeah, shipping aside, they're just an extremely charming team with great group chemistry and individual personalities. I won't stop clocking into my shift at the sabres fandom mines to get more people to let the light into their lives🫡

[iamnmbr3]

Hey! This is a bizarre ask but hopefully a welcome one after *gestures at the destruction and fire*. I’m completely new to the Loki/thorki fandom, having essentially come in via the exit door by watching the Loki tv series first. I was honestly just watching it for junk value to have something in the background while I knit. However, when I realized that I didn’t understand anything by the middle of Ep. 1, I went back to watch Thor 1 so I could get what was going on. And HOLY SHIT I was utterly captivated by Loki’s character in the original movie, as well as by the Loki-Thor and Odin family dynamics. I’ve now watched through the films and have been increasingly disappointed by the portrayal of Loki (since Avengers 1 frankly) save a few glimmers of good characterization here and there.

I can’t believe that I’m getting myself into another queer coded (and now more than coded wtf) “villain” with a tragic backstory who’s done dirty by the fandom at large, but here we are! I’m also super into thorki because goddamn… they sure do have a Dynamic™.

So I guess my question is, what is actually good here? I feel like I’ve been trying to fight my way back to Kenneth Branagh!Loki, and have been largely unsuccessful within canon content. Do you have suggestions for a newcomer re: fics, fanart, and meta that actually treats Loki seriously? (and thorki as well?)

Hey! Welcome! Sorry about the mess *gestures at the garbage fire that is the TVA Show The Larry Show The "Loki" Show*

And this isn't a bizarre ask at all. It was really nice to receive actually! And yeah! I'm so glad you went back and watched the originals. The TV Show character is a completely new character played by the same actor who has nothing in common with the original character (who yes is absolutely fascinating and captivating and multilayered). Honestly I just think of the tv character as Larry, Loki's dumb lookalike cousin bc they have nothing in common lol. So glad the show led to you discovering good content...and thorki. And yeah Thor 2011 is amazing! It's so underrated. If you want meta relating to that and also just gushing about the film you can def check out my Thor 2011 tag.

My thorki tag of course has thorki stuff including art etc. I've also got an art tag which has both thorki and non-thorki works. If you want fic recs you can look in my fic rec tag which has a bunch of good stuff both thorki and gen.

Also here are some good thorki fics to start out with that I've really enjoyed. Most are ones I read early on when I just discovered the ship. Also @illwynd has a great thorki blog btw that you should def check out (and also their sideblog @throwbackthorki). Edit: I’ve also added some gen fic recs.

Thorki Fic Recs:

Chaos War by astolat (words: 34,203 | rating: E)

It was never easy to find Loki when he wanted to hide, but he wasn't doing a particularly good job of it at the moment. Probably he didn't think anyone from Asgard would be wasting their time hunting for him while the shining ones churned their way steadily through all the realm.

Loyalty at Any Price by seidrade (words: 22,663 | rating: E )

“This whole time, I’ve been searching the Nine Realms— alone— for answers to questions I barely know how to ask. I thought Heimdall at his watch, our father upon the throne, and most grievously… I thought you lost to me forever.” Thor’s resurgence of anger gives way to something like despair. He can’t tell whether he wants to pummel Loki into one giant bruise, or hold him and weep like a child.

When Thor returns to Asgard and exposes Loki’s deception, his demands for answers and Loki’s reluctance to give them soon bubble over into a cathartic confrontation.

Born to be Kings by Kadorienne (words: 66,618 | rating: T)

When the princes of Asgard made their ill-fated jaunt to Jotunheim, Odin arrived to fetch them before the frost giant grabbed Loki's arm. Odin was able to carry out his plan to make Loki his puppet king of Jotunheim. But how long will Loki remain an obedient puppet?

Yidrigar by epistolic (words: 5,174 | rating: M)

Sometimes I am envious, but never doubt that I love you.

The Heavy Crown by orphan_account (words: 10,024 | Rating: M )

Odin is dead. Loki must take up the mantle of King even as war threatens Asgard, Thor remains bereft of both Mjolnir and his immortality, and stress coupled with the knowledge of his heritage drives Loki to the brink.

No Common Thing by ravenbringslight (words: 8,283 | rating: E)

Loki follows Thor to a brothel and gets the shock of his life.

On the Eagle's Wings by illwynd (words: 2,975 | rating: T )

After Loki falls from the Bifrost, Thor begins to write him letters every day.

How long we were fooled by Ark (words: 28,227 | rating: E )

Loki is not a good man, he knows; there is something rotten in the core of him; and even a much better man might let Thor kiss him, since Thor still tastes of sizzling lightning, like gathering rain, like a desire so fierce and so awful to him that when released it could bring Asgard to its knees.

sunshine by thorvaenn (words: 18,257 | rating: E )

A post Infinity War fluffy piece.

Thor and Loki are among those who are trying to pick up the pieces, but must first fix each other.

Edit: And Some Gen Fic Recs too:

lose my idols to find my voice by Lise (words: 1,548 | rating: T)

This is no homecoming.

monstrare by Lise (words: 1,174 | T )

Loki is Asgard's second prince, brother to Thor, son of Odin and Frigga.

Isn't he?

farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear by Lise (words: 3,113 | rating: T)

Loki and the terrible, horrible, no good, very long delayed reckoning.

Five Times Loki Could Have Been A Villain by Kadorienne (words: 3,344 | rating: G | Character Death)

Five AUs where Loki is not a mere antagonist, but an actual villain.

He would have acted very differently.

When It Sings, When It Lies by dreamsthebirds (words: 14,145 | rating: G)

Thor AU, based on an awesome norsekink prompt for a scenario in which Heimdall doesn't open the Bifrost to Jotunheim, Odin doesn't ride to the rescue, and Loki is forced to take matters into his own hands.

Interdimensional journeys, shattering emotional revelations, and walking trees ensue.

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni (Words: 14,574 | rating: T)

When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

The Sinking Feeling of Anticipation by JaggedCliffs (words: 8,624 | rating: G)

When Æsir come of age, they receive a gift from their parents, one meant to aid them in their adult lives. When a prince of Asgard comes of age, their gifts are not just for themselves, but for the realm.

Loki watched Thor receive Mjolnir at his coming of age ceremony – one of the greatest weapons in the realms, for one of its greatest warriors. Now, it's Loki's turn, and he knows Odin will grant him something just as magnificent.

Won't he?

Exsanguination by Lise (words: 8,610 | rating: G)

exsanguination /ex·san·gui·na·tion/ v.intr. To be drained of blood. (And all the rest.)

[mandadoration]

convincing enough

summary: anon asked: I see you are taking requests 👀 I’ve been looking for someone for this. I can’t get out of my head Mando and reader (or OC) having officially been together for a couple weeks and then they stumble upon reader’s ex who is hella hot and Mando gets a little insecure about it and after reader reassures him they have the best sex of their lives

word count: 3, 177

pairing: mandalorian x reader; (past) poe dameron x reader

warnings: smut, jealousy, oral sex (male receiving), against the wall sex, choking

a/n: Hope you don’t mind I made this a part of the settle the debt universe! Reminder: this series is out of order, but for reference, this would be before raise the stakes :) Also! I’m def fudging the timeline a little to make this work, okay?

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Mando had told you to make a list of supplies for him to get while he went out to the markets, but you had grown frustrated trying to describe certain parts for the ships to make sure Mando would get the right ones that eventually you had wore him down and convinced him to take you with him. 

It was nice to get out for once. Usually you were subjugated to staying on the ship and taking care of the kid; the most you did was guide Mando through whatever place he was stalking through, talking him through the directions over the comms. You had missed being outside with the rest of society, haggling for prices. It became harder to try and persuade Mando to accompany him once he had admitted to you his worries and fears about you being in danger after a few incidents, how close he had held you and the child to his heart. You knew him well enough at that point to read between the lines, and had shared such a tender moment between you two that it still made your heart flutter thinking about it. So, with the Child strapped securely to your back, a blaster hidden in the folds of the wrap you used, and Mando trailing after you like a shadow, you were going through the markets. 

“15 credits, or I’m going somewhere else,” you say confidently to a merchant who was trying to sell you a coolant pipe for double the usual market value. 

It was easier to convince merchants to lower the price when the Mandalorian was hovering over your shoulder. 

But you barely notice him, instead opting to run through the mental checklist in your head over and over, looking over your shoulder now and then to check on the child who was drifting off to sleep in the cool breeze of the marketplace. You felt secure knowing that he was watching over you, daring anyone to speak up or try anything. 

Of course one of the most daring people you’ve ever known is here of all places. 

Someone calls your name from beside you, surprised, but all the same pleasantly so. You and Mando turn around to look for the source of the voice, and you honestly don’t know how to react because it’s the boy you met years and years ago, tagging along with his parents all the way from the Yavin System to trade for parts, and who had also swept you off your feet, stealing kisses under the searing sun with an even hotter mouth. Your fling had been woefully short, but you had never really forgotten him. It was hard to forget such charm and wit, playing smiles and impossibly perfect hair. He had left on good terms, reassurances that what you had shared was as genuine as week-long romances could be. You had gotten over him quick when you had figured that it had no chance of growing into anything more. All the same, you’re bewildered. 

“Poe?”

You blink, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, paying no attention to Mando as he hugs you tight, minding the precious package still strapped to your back. “It is!” he says, pulling back but keeping his hands on your shoulders and Maker, he hasn’t really changed at all, has he? “You look great!” Poe has most definitely grown more into his looks. He still has that boyish smile, but there’s something fierce burning in his eyes, and he’s had another growth spurt since that last time you saw him. You’re honestly amazed he hasn’t picked up some princess from a wealthy star system by now. “What are you doing here?”

“Buying parts,” you say dumbfoundedly. “What-- What are--?

“Who’s this?” Poe says instead, picking up on how you’re fumbling for words and saving you with a wink. He takes a step back, and really looks at Mando properly. His expression settles into something more serious, then Poe takes a gentle hold of your arm and pulls in you in close despite how Mando visibly tenses. “Hey, you’re not in any trouble, are you?” Poe murmurs in your ear. “You know who he is, right?” You flick your eyes over to Mando, who, despite his obvious discomfort, is staying put where he stands. You take Poe’s grip off of you with a feather-light touch. 

“Poe, this is Mando,” you introduce calmly. You step away from Poe to slide your fingers between Mando’s gloved ones reassuringly. “Mando, Poe. He… he came by my shop a long time ago,” you explain. Despite the years, Poe is still very easy to read, his eyes drifting to where your hands are intertwined before looking back at you, then to the kid asleep strapped to your back. His face softens. “We knew each other.” Mando’s grip tightens. 

Bless his heart, Poe says, “Nice to meet you,” despite the hesitance in his stance, and holds his hand out. You look up at Mando with some concern, but eventually he reaches out with a stiff arm. Poe winces from the force behind the hand shake, pulling his hand back as quick as he can. You offer him a wry smile. 

“We have to get going,” you say softly. You fear that if you were to stay here and force any more conversation, something bad was going to happen. “It was… nice to see you again, Poe.” You can’t help bit of tenderness and affection that slips into your voice. Poe rips his glare from Mando to smile brightly at you. 

“You, too,” he says. Then, “May the Force be with you,” in a lower voice, before he slips back into the crowd and disappears for the second time in your life. 

You haven’t finished shopping for parts and needed supplies, but you gather that Mando’s no longer in the mood to entertain you. You lead him through the crowd until you get back to where your ship is parked, only letting go of his hand when you get to the ship. The ramp lowers, creaking and you’re glad you at least managed to get some oil before tucking the child, now fast asleep, into the cot and shutting the door. What you did get from the market, you put on the table to sort later. That wasn’t a priority. Mando has already climbed up into the cockpit, so you scramble up the ladder after him, pausing in the doorway where he stands, staring at you like he expected you to follow after him.

“Who is he?” Mando asks. You furrow your brows. 

“Poe Dameron,” you say. “He and his family came by a long time ago for trade.” Mando sighs, seemingly struggling for words. There’s some kind of nervous energy vibrating off of him that makes you concerned. 

“Who is he to you?” he settles for. You feel yourself flush with embarrassment.

“We… we had a thing,” you eventually mumble, looking down at your boots, scuffed and dirty from years of wear and tear. “For, like… a week when I was younger and--” A sudden thought crosses your mind, making you scrunch up your nose as you look back up, taking in his tensed shoulders and his attitude when you were talking to Poe. Stand-offish, trying to intimidate- the last time he was like that was when there was a twi’lek bartender trying to buy you a drink and making doe eyes at you. “Are you jealous?” you blurt out. Mando answers a little too quickly to be the full truth. 

“No.”

You could tease him endlessly about it. God knows Mando likes teasing you at every chance he gets, poking and prodding at you until you’re a blushing mess, but you think he’s genuinely… worried. You don’t know how, but you know he’s not looking at you properly, which is a tell-tale sign that few get the chance to understand. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes when he reluctantly told you his feelings either. You step forward past the threshold to the cockpit and put a gentle hand on his upper arm. “Hey,” you say softly, “it’s okay. That was a long time ago.” The door slides shut behind you, and you pull him with you to lean against the door, the cold metal shocking your back. “You have nothing to worry about.” Mando’s shoulders drop the slightest, and you press yourself against him, licking your lips as you slot your leg between his. Then, “Why are you so worried anyways?” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say because Mando tenses up again, and you pull him closer to dissuade him from pulling away. But it’s the truth because you have no idea why Mando was even insecure about you stumbling across Poe again. There’s a few moments of silence where the both of you soak in each other’s warmth, and slowly, but surely, Mando’s hand comes up to brush your jaw before it settles against your cheek. 

“He…” Mando clears his throat. “He could give you what I can’t,” he says. You cover his hand on your face with yours. 

“What are you talking about?”

“He’s not bound by the Way of the Mandalore,” is all he offers, but again, you’re good at reading between the lines and accounting for that note of insecurity and doubt in his voice. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your toes as you bring him in for a tight embrace. Mando’s hands automatically come up to wrap around your waist, pulling you in close as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, the chill of the beskar helmet stinging your cheek. 

It’s a few moments before you pull away, just enough that you can place a kiss on the front of his helmet where you imagine his lips would be, and then some more to sink to your knees as you undo his belt. Mando’s hand instinctively goes to your hair. “What are you doing?” he breathes. You manage to undo the buckle, and soon enough you're pulling his half-hard cock out, licking a stripe up the palm of your other hand so you can start pumping him. 

“Giving you reasons not to worry,” you murmur, before taking the tip of his cock into your mouth and suckling it. A deep groan emanates from Mando’s chest as he grabs a fistful of your hair. You slowly take him deeper into your mouth, jaw straining and eyes watering as you fight the urge to gag. With how large he is, you can’t take him all the way, but you opt to wrap your hand around the few inches left, looking up at him through your lashes as you let out a garbled moan around his twitching cock. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. You draw back, gasping in a deep breath before you dive back in, bobbing your head up and down, following with your slickened grip as Mando gives miniscule thrusts of his hips to try and chase it. He’s doing you a favor by not fucking your face in earnest because you think that you might actually throw up if he tried, which would certain sour the mood. But the consideration he shows makes you ache in the best way possible, and you pull off with a slick pop as you heave in sorely needed breaths, pumping him as the filthy, wet sound echoes in the cockpit. Your mechanic’s jumpsuit doesn’t offer much padding for your knees, but you suffer through it. 

When Mando lets go of your hair, you think that maybe he’s going to force your mouth open to shove his cock back inside, but instead he wraps it around your throat in a firm grip and hauls you up back on your feet with a growl, and he practically slams you against the door. You mewl as the pressure around your throat makes your head spin, your hand coming up to grip his wrist and the other trying to undo your jumpsuit. You would’ve loved to keep sucking his cock, looking up at him where you kneel, but there’s no use in fighting it. He takes pity on you, bless the Maker, and releases your throat briefly to rip your suit off with brute force, and grabs the collar of your undershirt to tear that off, too. Mando’s hand comes back up to pin you against the wall by your throat. He holds up one of his gloved hands to your mouth. “Bite.”

You take the tip of his glove into your mouth, biting down as instructed, and Mando pulls his hand out, immediately going to pinch and pull at your nipples. As he does, you manage to wrangle your arms out of your ruined clothes and slip them down over your waist, kicking them off until you’re left in your panties. “You’re so good to me,” he breathes. You let out a stuttered moan as you fumble blindly for his cock, wrapping your hand around it, fingers barely reaching each other as you clumsily jack him off. He hisses, and releases your throat, running his hands down your body before snatching his other glove off and taking the one still clamped between your teeth, throwing them somewhere behind him. “Suck,” he orders, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, and you take them eagerly, slipping your tongue around the digits as your eyes flutter shut. When he slips them out, they’re glistening in the light. Mando slides his hand into your panties, and unceremoniously shoves two fingers in, curling them and hitting something devastating in you, and you nearly wail with pleasure. “You’re so tight,” Mando grits out, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, wet squelching filling the air. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he says. “You’ll never think about anyone else because this pussy is mine.” His voice is crackling through the modulator, low and rough in his throat. Briefly, in the back of your mind, you think that it was supposed to be the other way around, that you were trying to reassure him and make him feel good, but your head is still reeling from how quickly he’s turned the situation on its head that you can’t really complain. 

Or rather, you won’t. 

Mando slips his hands out to grab a handful of your ass, kneading the soft flesh, and he hooks his hands under your thighs and hauls you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, your clothed cunt rubbing against his cock as your hands come up to grab his shoulders for balance. “Mando,” you whine, rolling your hips to the best of your ability. His grip turns bruising as he lets out an appreciative moan. Mando presses you harder against the door so that he can slip a hand between your bodies, pulling your panties to the side as he rubs his coarse thumb over your clit. “Please,” you gasp out. “Maker, Mando--” 

“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs, rubbing his cock between your slit, gathering the wetness to coat his dick in your juices. “C’mon, sweet girl, use your words.” 

“You,” you whimper. “Fuck, Mando I need you in me, please, I--” Whatever you were going to say gets choked off as Mando presses the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, pushing insistently until he slips inside your blushing and fluttering hole, and presses deeper and deeper into you until he bottoms out and you’re left breathless. You scrabble against him, trying to find purchase on the smooth expanse of his armor until you find a soft spot between them to dig your fingers into. “Mando--” you keen, high pitched and wanting. 

And that’s all he needs to hear before he’s thrusting into you, hips slapping against yours in the most obscene way. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve fucked before, Maker knows that you think of those fading marks that had lined your throat like a necklace, how the blindfold had been stained wet with tears, but there’s an undercurrent of primal need that wasn’t there before, the only sound being filthy slapping of bodies and punched-out gasps and moans as Mando fucks you closer to the edge, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. He usually murmurs things to you, dirty things that make your pussy clench and your eyes roll back as liquid heat travels through your veins while he pounds into you, but there’s none of that here. Just the sound of his ragged breaths loud enough for the vocoder to pick up. Through the haze of pleasure, you look at Mando where you think his eyes are, and this time you know he’s looking at you. No averting his eyes or looking somewhere beyond you even as his helmet is seemingly trained on you, but really looking at you with your flushed face, shiny with sweat and contorted in pleasure. Like he was trying to commit you to memory. 

You wish that you could kiss him, press your mouth against his as you nip at his lips and tangle your fingers through his hair, but this was for him, and it’s not like Mando isn’t willing to indulge you now and then later down the road. 

You slide down the wall, just a little, but suddenly the angle changes just enough that he can slip a little further into your aching hole, and just enough that he’s hitting just the right spot, stretching you to the fullest, and you come without warning, orgasm slamming into you, pussy fluttering around him and clamping down like a vice as you cover your mouth to muffle the shriek that claws its way up your throat. Mando’s hips stutter, but his thumb keeps circling your clit, working you through your orgasm. His pace slows down, opting instead to slam back in, grinding his hips into you before dragging his cock back out and doing it all over again. In the middle of your haze, you faintly register how he groans as he pulls out, releasing one of your legs to pump his cock until he cums, splattering warmth over your cunt and thighs, watching as it drips down onto the floor of the Razor Crest with some perverted satisfaction. 

Eventually, he lets your other leg down, but has to keep a firm grip on your hips to make sure you don't collapse. Your knees are jelly at this point, faint tremors running through your body as your orgasm dies down. Mando leans forward, and touches his helmet to your forehead, resting against it as he runs his thumb over your hip bone tenderly. You lick your lips. 

“Are you convinced yet?” you ask him, voice hoarse as Mando brushes back your sweaty hair out of your face. “You have nothing to worry about.” He hums, and runs his large hand up your waist, trailing over your ribs, and takes your breast in his hand. 

“I might need a few more reasons.”

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Forever Tag: @mabelleen @mando-vibes @isaissafail @adikaofmandalore @lavenderl3mons @jokersdoll​​ @creamysacrilege​​

[alfred-braginsky]

#35

RusAme + “About the baby…it’s yours.” || AO3 LINK ||This fic was not supposed to be as serious as it turned out. I got a few requests for this prompt and this was under the angst prompts, so this is def angst. This is with my headcanon in mind that nations can have regular children. If they have them, they won’t be a personification or anything like that, they’ll be a regular mortal human. Even if they sleep with other nations and conceive with them the baby born from that will still be human not a nation.

Historical and pregnancy inaccuracies like skjdnsjd idk what tf I’m talking about. I’m getting both information stuff from google and Mad Men so lmao please excuse any inaccuracies.

Warnings: war, mentions of sexual content, brief mention of abortion, scene where someone throws up. Tense political climate and off screen death. 

Feel free to send asks about this headcanon or fic if you have questions. Also Alfred is trans.

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Mass celebrations happened at the end of World War II. The world was no longer on the brink of self-destruction but now transitioned into an age of mutually assured destruction. Whatever ally ship was held between the United States and Soviet Union had fizzled out once the Axis Powers had been defeated and divided.

Alfred and Ivan were content with the ally ship. It gave them the excuse to be in close quarters with one another without arousing any suspicion. Late nights ‘strategizing’ with constant lunches and dinners that often ran late. There was a war happening but to Alfred and Ivan it was merely background noise.

They would start arguing towards the end of an Allies meeting resulting in the meeting ending early and the rest of the nations leaving them all alone in the conference room to hash it out.

As soon as they heard the click of the door sound throughout the room Ivan relaxed the gloved hand that squeezed Alfred’s throat. Their eyes full of feigned annoyance and rage had softened into blissful admiration and need. Alfred was the first to press their lips together in a desperate and heated kiss.  

Ivan lifts Alfred and hoists him onto the massive mahogany conference table, Alfred wraps his legs around Ivan’s waist pulling him closer. They’ll have to be careful this time, last time they broke the table and had to come up with some excuses and bruises to match. Alfred let out an amused huff of air from his nostrils at the memory.

This would be the last time they would see each other for a while. With the war over, and Germany divided, their responsibilities almost tripled with having to rebuild a war-torn Europe. They clung to each other, trying to memorize how the other felt. They couldn’t stay long after they finished, their bosses would wonder and the possibility of them finding them together like this, kept them from lingering.

Alfred left first, to his surprise finding Arthur and Francis having a small chat. Both of their eyes shifted over towards the disheveled looking American. Francis gave Alfred a quick wink, brushing Arthur on the shoulder and left the lobby.

Arthur’s eyes followed Alfred, noticing his hair had a few strands pointing in all different directions and the bruises on his throat that was just barely covered by his collar. There was calculating and judging looking in his emerald eyes with each step Alfred took.

“I would be careful if I were you.” He warned. The words were without malice but still reminded Alfred of when Arthur lightly chastised him for things when he was little.

“I’m not afraid of him, he’s all talk.”

Arthur’s expression didn’t change taking a casual sip of his tea.

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” Alfred didn’t indicate any change in his stance now that he know Arthur knew.

“See ya at the next meeting.”

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A few weeks pass and Alfred is weighed down with the stress of the duties of what it took to rebuild after a massive war. It wasn’t his first massive war, but something had changed since the first one took place. He had changed and so had his nation.

Exhaustion and fatigue seeped down into his very core. He was always running off somewhere, always had a meeting to attend to. It was starting to get to him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until a sudden wave of nausea crept up on him in the middle of a meeting between those who occupied West Germany.

Alfred stood up abruptly and excused himself rushing off as he felt the bile rise in the back of his throat. He almost doesn’t make it to the bathroom and rushes in and empties the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

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A line of drool strung down from his lips as he gasped for breath.  The slow realization happened and hit him harder than that German tank did in ‘44. Shit.

This was the worst time for this. This wasn’t his first rodeo he knew exactly what was going on with his body. However, this was his first time with another nation. He didn’t know what to expect and would be stupid to ask anyone and let them know that he was vulnerable at a time where he was considered a world superpower.

Would this baby represent a state of his? How would that even work since it was half Ivan’s and therefore half of the Soviet Union.

In the middle of his thought process came a knock on the door. His head shot up and he stood up making his way over to the sink and quickly rinsing out his mouth. The knock came again.

“Alfred? Are you alright?” a familiar voice came from the other side of the thick door.

“Yeah.” although not sounding too sure.

His head couldn’t stop from spinning about this happening at the worst time, and with the worst person he could think of. Political tensions were high.

The Soviet Union and the United States were at the brink of war. How would they even go about having this child, let alone rising it? They were far too busy and supposed enemies. The baby would be damned from its birth if Alfred and Ivan had to decided to claim it. He couldn’t put it through that.  

Ivan could never know, not that he ever sees him so he could never tell him. A hand instinctively moves over his abdomen. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what he could do.

He loves Ivan. They will never have a future together, but he longs for a life they could have together if things were different. In another life, this is something that could have been possible. But now, during this arms race, and fighting over West and East Germany, this was something that was never supposed to happen.

“Alfred, let me in.” the voice came again, and against his better judgement, Alfred did.

Arthur stood there, his face pinched with a soft worry, quickly let himself in and locking the door behind him the bathroom big enough for them to fit, but small in size so it wouldn’t be comfortable.

Alfred stood there with a serious look on his face, his typical goofy grin wiped clean off.

“What the hell was that? You can’t just walk out of a meeting like that in front of everyone who matters I can’t belie–”

“Arthur.” Alfred’s voice was firm and heavy, Arthur raised an eyebrow at the seriousness of the situation.

“I’m pregnant.”

Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise, yet still believed his words. Not even Alfred is stupid enough to joke about something like this. The silence didn’t last long.

“Does he know?”

“I just found out.” Alfred knew all the signs at this point, he didn’t need a doctor to tell him what he already knew. It was dangerous to let anyone know. The less people knew the better. Even telling Arthur was a gamble.

“What do you plan to do about it?” Arthur pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Alfred. Alfred shook his head and instead Arthur put it in his own lips and lit it. Smoke filled the room, and smell gave Alfred some comfort.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged.

“Whatever you decide, do it quick and be discreet.” Arthur took a drag and blew it out after a few seconds.  "You’ve been away too long. Stiffen that upper lip and come back to the meeting.“ Arthur clapped Alfred on the shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze before exiting.

Alfred was left with more thoughts about what to do. If he should tell Ivan. What he should tell Ivan.

His hand runs over his semi flat abdomen.

Fuck.

—-

Months pass and it was starting to get harder to hide his growing stomach. He got a new bomber jacket a few sizes too big to keep it baggy and hide what was hiding underneath. Only Arthur knew, and the doctor he was paying very well to keep it under wraps.

He hadn’t seen Ivan since their meeting in the conference room. Today they would be meeting in West Germany about how the former country of Prussia was being treated. The Soviet Union would be in attendance as they were the subject of the meeting.

Alfred’s chest tightening and his mouth was dry at the thought of seeing Ivan. There’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Hell, he’s pretty sure every nation he’s encountered knew, but had the information squared away for a time in the future when they could use it.

From the moment Alfred laid eyes on Ivan blue uniform his heart stopped beating and let out a soft huff of air as he felt a kick from his inner walls.

The more time passed on, the less Alfred knew what to do about it. The recognition in Ivan’s face when their eyes met just made everything that much more real.

Alfred averted his gaze and swallowed the lump in his throat and took his seat next to his boss right across from Ivan. Prussia seated next to him looking defeated and Ludwig seated between Alfred and Arthur with a fake confidence.

Ivan trying to catch his eye the entire meeting, but Alfred couldn’t look at him just yet without feeling an immense amount of guilt. To tell him or not. The next time they were scheduled to see each other was in another few months, right around the expected due date. It would be risky.

The meeting ended and they all shook hands on the agreed upon regulations and standards. Really, it was all formality none of them planned on changing anything.

When Alfred and Ivan clasped hands there was a note left between Alfred’s fingers written in Ivan’s handwriting. Ivan gave him a small genuine smile. Alfred smiled back although more nervous than anything.

They left and Alfred excused himself. This goddamn thing made him want to pee every 5 seconds. He closed the door and locked it behind him and opened the note.

'Meet at the apartment’

Ah, yes, the apartment. The apartment they shared with one another in Manhattan. It was empty for most of the year but discreet so that they could meet without anyone knowing what they were up to. Even hotels were too risky these days.

Alfred mingled a bit more with the previous Allied powers and then headed out to meet Ivan at the apartment. His stomach was in knots, his hands shaky.

When he got there, he hoped Ivan wouldn’t already be there, but he was. The man was sitting on the couch with paperwork he had been given earlier, cross legged, hat and jacket removed for extra comfort.

Alfred felt like a stranger walking the lion’s den with a secret hidden from someone he cared for. Ivan smiled when he spotted him and got up to greet him as Alfred shut the door behind him. Alfred’s center of gravity was completely off since he entered the 2nd trimester, walking normally was a bit of a struggle for him and something he hoped no one else noticed.

Ivan slid his hands around Alfred’s hips and pulled him into a kiss. Alfred melted into it, it’s been so long, and he’s been so needy he practically moaned into Ivan’s lips.

He missed him so much. He missed being this close to him. His scent, how his body never seemed to feel warm, his scars that told a story of survival.

"You shouldn’t eat so late, podsolnuk. Although, I suppose there is more of you to hold.” he whispered against the crane of Alfred’s neck. Alfred shuddered at the breath against his throat. He wanted Ivan so badly.

The bubbling anxiety seeped through his entire body the more Ivan explored his body. Alfred moved his hands to Ivan’s and stopped them in their place. Ivan lilted his head in confusion.

“I can’t. I just stopped by.”

“What is wrong? You are not yourself. You are quiet.” Ivan’s voice laced with a soft concern, his fingers moving under Alfred’s chin to have the man look at him. He sees guilt and like he has something to say.

“Nah. Just tired. I really have to go.” Alfred slides out of Ivan’s hold, refuses to look back to see Ivan’s hand stretched out with a look of hurt so blatantly on his face.

He hates his cowardice. He’s supposed to be brave. The fucking hero, but he can’t even tell the man he loves something so important that pertains to him.

—

1948

Alfred had taken bullets to muscle and shrapnel that ripped into flesh. He’s had his organs ruptured, bones shattered, and limbs cut off. None of that compared to the pain that labor brought. He hadn’t told anyone. It had been a few days before he was scheduled to have another meeting with the previous Axis and Allied powers. It wasn’t ideal but at least it was before and not during the meeting.

He didn’t tell Ivan. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was too risky. It would make Ivan too vulnerable, an added weakness in a time where war could break out at any moment and could be used against him. It could be used against them both.

During the last stretch of his labor he could barely process anything from the pain and the drugs. A nice Twilight Sleep minus the sleep. Because of his body which was constantly healing and trying to push out any toxins or foreign substances the morphine and scopolamine didn’t do much for him. It blocked out about 45% of the pain but the rest of it. Well, he couldn’t even remember his own name. And he was alone. No support whatsoever. Just like always.

+++

Alfred was so exhausted from the 2 day labor he had passed out almost immediately after the baby was born. He woke up the sound of a soft lullaby in a language he could barely understand in this disorientated state.

'Spi, mladenets moy prekrasnyy, Bayushki-bayu–’

Alfred sat up at the song and familiar voice. He’s heard that velvety voice sing to him like that before, but he can’t quite translate the words in his head; it was too exhausting.

His eyes blinked open as he sat up his stomach deflated. It felt as if something was missing. It always felt like this afterwards. He was always alone, but not this time. Spotting a figure in the corner of the room with his legs crossed and a bundle in his arms as his face held a soft fondness, something he hadn’t seen before almost paternal.

“You’re awake.” he hadn’t noticed the singing had stopped.

“Wish I wasn’t.” The baby was still here. Alfred didn’t know whether to be furious or relieved.

“How are you feeling?”

“What are you doing here?” Alfred averted his gaze from the bundle in Ivan’s arms. He knew once he saw that baby it’ll be all over for him. It was him and Ivan in one human being. One mortal human being.

“You think so little of me. You don’t think I have known? I have been giving you space, but you did not think I would be here for you?” Ivan’s voice had some hurt in it, but nothing to indicate he was angry.

“I didn’t want to tell you. I wouldn’t even be involved if I didn’t have to be.” Alfred let out a forced chuckle.

“I understand. I just…. I wanted to see him before he was sent off.” Ivan’s voice carried a heavy sadness. It was understandable. They all wanted this for themselves.

“We’re not allowed any semblance of a normal life.”

“Da, I know…but we can pretend for just a moment.” For once, it’s Ivan who is the idealistic optimist. The one who clung to hope and believing in the goodness in humanity and the world instead of Alfred.

Ivan stood up and brought the babe to Alfred, Alfred took the bundle into his arms and brought it close to his chest.

“About the baby…it’s yours.”

Ivan cracked a smile as he wrapped an arm around Alfred.

“I would still be here even if he wasn’t.”

“He?”

“Yes. I call him Alexei.”

Alfred chuckled, “You can’t give him a Russian name right now. Plus, his new family will name him, give him a fresh start so he’s not tied down by us.”

Ivan nodded in agreement. “He will live a normal life. He will not be cursed.”

Alfred leaned against Ivan as he watched the baby in his arms sleep. He took in all his features. It would be the last time he would see him.

—-

1971

The Vietnam War was in full swing and Selective Service has decided to draft men who were born between 1944 and 1950. Alfred was just as busy as he was during the last war, and the war before that, and the war before that. It seemed there was always another war to fight, another country to save with democracy.

Ivan was still the enemy. The Soviet Union was the enemy. And Alfred and the United States were enemies to the Soviet Union. This war was messy and complicated. The last war alongside a reluctant Im Yong Soo was a disaster. Stalemate leaving the bitter and metallic taste of blood in his mouth from the soldiers they had thrown into it in the name of stopping communism. It was a pointless fight with too many lives lost to make any kind of statement.  

So how was Vietnam any different? Alfred’s bones ached and his head constantly hurt. Meeting with Ivan has become more and more difficult over the years. He barely sees him. Things were becoming dangerous and it wasn’t worth it. History will settle someday. And they could be together. But not now.

They had sent him down to Vietnam and work along with the new soldiers that had arrived. Everything was wet and hot, constantly sweating as they lived among the dense trees and rivers. It was a beautiful country. Alfred hated to see the scars that war left behind.

He wished he was here under different circumstances. Sitting in the endless fields eating slices of mangos looking up at the vast sky the stars. He’d turn to his side and see a pair of gorgeous and familiar violet eyes.

Ivan.

His daydream was erased by the realities and carnage of war. The sound of muffled bullets that made it past the sunset and resounded throughout the thick jungle.

They were expecting a new company of fresh wide eye soldiers. Soldiers he was in charge of training and making sure they were ready to die for their country whether they were willing or not. Alfred waited in his tent until his Lieutenant popped his head in and informed him of their new boys.

The draft was not something he was fond of. Snatching up young men and sending them to fight without their consent was something that made Alfred sick. If someone wanted to die for war they could, but it shouldn’t be forced upon them, especially in a war like this. He was afraid of another stalemate, another war where both sides lost too much for anything worthwhile.

Alfred got up dog tags rattling with each step as he caught a glimpse the group of 80 soldiers lined up waiting for orders and orientation.

They look younger and younger with each war and the soft spot inside Alfred only breaks more with each baby face he sees.

The oldest seems 22, if that, and the younger ones are 18. Some of them look proud and ready. Most of them looked terrified. No doubt brought here against their will to fuel a cause that didn’t directly involve them.

There’s nothing special about this group. Just another group of boys he has to send off to die. Almost nothing special.

His blood ran cold when he spotted it. He saw a pair of familiar eyes. Violet eyes. He couldn’t breathe. The sandy blond hair that peaked through his army issued green hat.

“What’s your name, soldier?” he tried not to let his voice crack.

“Alex Brooks, sir!” the boy saluted, and stiffened. Brooks. He supposed that’s the family he ended up with.

Alfred wanted to throw up. Alex. The name was too similar to the name Ivan suggested almost 21 years ago.

‘I call him Alexei.’

Fuck, no. He would be this age right about now. Those eyes are unmistakably his father’s. Eyes he hasn’t seen in almost 2 years, but he could recognize them anywhere.

Alfred was silent for a moment and the soldiers looked at him expectantly.

“At ease, Brooks.”

Brooks put his arm down.

“The rest of you, go pack your shit up and get settled!” He shouted and got a resounding 'Yes, sir!’ from the group.

He had the sudden urge to write to Ivan. Alfred didn’t want to know where their child ended up when he gave him away, but Ivan was adamant about keeping tabs. He probably knew and might have pulled some strings to get him into Alfred’s company knowing that once Alfred realized who he was, he would keep him safe.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the young boy. Seems like that even during this dark situation in history the young man is bouncing around and making quick friends with the soldiers in his company. That bright grin that lit up the entire camp, just like him. He could see the way that he moves and the way that he speaks and his mannerism. It was like seeing himself and Ivan in this whole other person.

But he was also his own person. He had lived a whole life Alfred couldn’t even dream of and it added a flair to his personality. He was a better person than him. A better person than Ivan. This young man could make something with his life after the war. He could live the life that he and Ivan could never hope to have.

This boy is his son. His and Ivan’s flesh and blood. The little bundle that Ivan sang to in his native tongue hoping to instill some semblance of his culture into him. He remembers how soft his head was and the new baby smell that would perpetually be ingrained into his brain.

And here he was. Twenty-one years later in an army green uniform a rifle that looked so out of place. He would have thought the family they sent him to live with would have prioritized education and he would have been in college and been able to avoid the draft. Or maybe there was a patriotism he inherited from him that made him volunteer. Whatever it was, he was here, ready to throw his life away for to spread democracy under the guise of freedom.

War was always the same. And now he’s got a little boy to look after. Damn Ivan. It wasn’t just his boy but the boys of thousands of families. And now he was responsible for their lives.

But he couldn’t afford to think about that now.

He had a war to win.

2019

The world had changed in way Ivan and Alfred never expected. Things between them were better, no secret meetings, no 10-minute fucks where all they wanted to do is stay and hold each other but couldn’t.

They had a house together. They couldn’t live together, their duties required them to live in their own respective countries, but they could spend time together there without fear.

Alfred would wake up in the morning and see Ivan’s sleeping face. They would kiss each other good morning and complain about morning breath. They’d have breakfast together and go on a walk for groceries or the park or wherever the day took them.

Once every six months they would have breakfast at a coffee shop. The shop used to be owned by an older gentleman, but he retired and now it was run by his granddaughter.

The man is there every day with a cup of tea and that day’s newspaper finishing the crossword and cutting out the cartoons.

Alfred and Ivan would grab a booth in the back and ordered some coffee with some of the best pie they’ve ever had. They would have idle chats but would always watch the old man in the corner of their eyes. The old man with kind violet eyes and white hair that was once blond with youth.

They would finish their coffee and pie and the man would bid them farewell. Alfred and Ivan were always prepared for the day when they would come to the shop and he would no longer be there. That was the burden of being nations. It was the curse of immortality. They walk back to their shared home together and dinner was oddly silent on the days they visited the coffee shop.

A few years later they would visit his grave every year on his birthday. They would leave him a bundle of sunflowers.

“I hope he was happy.” Alfred whispered as he leaned against Ivan. That’s all Alfred wanted for him. Vietnam came and went, he found a wife, had a few children and they had a few children. The typical circle of life continues and the man had lived a full life with people who loved and cared for him.

Ivan’s lips curved into a sad smile.

“Da, I think he was.”

[dailydoseofcolor]

Taking Stock of Units in Fire Emblem Heroes, Part 2

Next! Let’s take a look at the merged heroes I have and feel some sort of affinity for:

My 5*+10s:

Nowi (+Atk): She still puts in WORK. My first 5*+10 and she is an evergreen feature on any Grand Conquest teams, first runs of Lunatic maps, etc. She deserves a kit upgrade sometime soon, but somehow LB/Aether/SB/QR/Threaten Res/Distant Def still get the job done almost every time. Sothe (+Spd): Sothe is one of the first characters I ever really fell in love with from Radiant Dawn. He was an easy +10 decision. Again, I need to upgrade his kit soon, I have Broadleaf Dagger+ fodder....I just feel like I have to choose between him and Matthew, and I adore Matthew’s personality and I feel like I just need to bite the bullet and just raise both. Ross (+Spd): I literally yelped when he was released. Favorite character from the first game I actually beat (played FE7 first but beat it after beating SS). Every major decision in summoning since his release was clouded by “but I should still summon on Green for Ross merges.” But he’s done! This little dude runs so many builds and is also a main staple on teams. The Almosts (Most of these I actually have the resources to +10 but have been holding off because of a need to keep resources on hand to remain competitive):

Lyon, +7: My sweet boy. Major staple on most teams for a while before he just...couldn’t keep up. He needs a refine BADLY. Sophia literally takes him behind the woodshed and beats him within an inch of his life. We all know he likes it. He was the first person I sacked a Counter skill to. I love him and I want the best for him...but not until I know what his refine is.

Mordecai, +7 (+Atk): Another soft boy. Honestly, I merged him up because I had them available and got drunk while playing PoR. He functions very well at this merge level. I’ll get him up one day, but he really can’t be a focus right now, given he serves a very similar combat function to Nowi.

Shigure, +6 (+Atk): This is one of those scenarios where the voice actor really drew me to the character. Matt Mercer kills Shigure’s voice lines and also I got pitybroken by him a LOT. He’s got a pretty balanced stat-line, but performs better as a player phase duelist....except I want to eventually use Valter instead. That’s 99% the only reason I’ve held off, the other is having Harmonic Lance+ fodder just in case. I have the merges for Shigure, but I have a feeling this is as far as he goes.

Micaiah, +5 (+Atk): Best girl from RD (we all know this). Honestly, I haven’t ever sniped for merges on her, these are all organic, which is impressive. But she deserves the +10 and I think I would rank her pretty high in terms of trying to achieve that. Too bad I just missed several good opportunities to do so. This is why I should have done this a while ago.

Nino, +5 (+Spd): I have uncovered a not-so-secret trend. I have a major bias towards characters from Blazing Blade, Sacred Stones, Path of Radiance, Radiant Dawn and, to an extent, Awakening. These were the games I played growing up, so it makes sense that they stayed. ANYWAY. Nino, adorable and punches through everything. I find I don’t really have a ton of space for her on teams, though...she was easy to merge and offers no fodder. I have all the materials, but she’ll honestly have to wait, like Mordecai.

Now, I think I should list out every character with at least +1 merge, to sort through who should be a priority. So this will go in descending order:

Mia, +3 (+Res): One of the only speedy sword girls I actually give a shit about (unsurprisingly). I would love a +10 eventually. Masked Marth, +3: A product of a bygone age. I never spent any real fodder on her, so I’ll chalk this one up to *meh*. OG Eliwood, +3 (+Atk): I have all the resources to +10 him. He’s my favorite Lord. He’s incredible in combat. He has amazing Resplendent Art. Why the fuck have I not finished him. I’ve failed my boy. Forgive me Eliwood. He’s clearly a high level priority. What have I been doing. Astram, +2: He’s a strong unit and has a great niche but I just....don’t care about him. I built him for this week’s Arena needs. His cost is just way too high as a Grail unit. He’ll stay at +2 for now.    Joshua, +2: He was almost my first grail merge project and I...held off. Idk, his cost is so high. but I love his personality and he’s near the top of the grail pile that deserves a refine. I might wait until then?? Idk, I’m torn. I think he could put in good work if I took the time to kit him properly. I need to put more thought into him. Eldigan, +2 (+Def): Multiple pitybreakers that have been merged. Garbage. Next. Donnel, +2 (+Atk): Donnel’s another character I’ve always really liked, but held off, because my Blue Enemy Phase Infantry slot remains filled. His new refine gives him an interesting niche, but is he worth the resources? I have the merges and feathers, but I’m hesitant to pull the trigger. Hawkeye, +2 (+Def): Another random decision I made months and months ago for...no particular reason? He’s got a great refine, but there’s nothing he can do that Ross or Brave Ike can’t. Brave Ike, +2 (+Atk): Speaking of...amazing typing, amazing refine, I sacked my only Nailah to him in order to finally make it to T21 in AR. I have one more waiting in the wings, because I worry that I might need Steady Breath for someone in the future. But I think the ship has sailed on SB’s hey-day. An extra merge for survivability is likely better. Rath, +2 (+Spd): I love Rath so much. His personality, his art, all great. He got SHAFTED stat line wise but....we shall prevail. I have a +Atk waiting in the wings, but I think I’ll keep the +Spd. Speed is king and will remain king until something drastic changes in the meta. He could be +7 with the copies I have, so I’ll likely up his merges soon. Lissa, +2 (+Res): I love Lissa. She’s so cute and she was the first true defensive healer, and I LOVE healers...but she’s incredibly outclassed at this point. Resplendent Lissa when??? I don’t see this going forward without some kind of refine/Resplendent. Adult Tiki, +2 (+Atk): Tiki has the misfortune of just not appearing as fast as Nowi did in terms of merges. I don’t love all dragon teams, and Nowi has the better color. Plus her refine isn’t amazing. She’ll remain here for now. Y!Marth, +1 (+Atk): I am on the fence about whether I feel regret for not pulling more for Y!Marth. His weapon is so strong, he’s got great stats, and not great fodder. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I decided +1 was better than trying for the +10 and getting mad when I spent money on orbs. But he puts in work. I love him as a unit. OG Alm, +1 (+HP): Funnily enough, as an almost day-one player, I didn’t pull an OG Alm until halfway through his availability as a Limited-Time Divine Code option. He was a free pull on some random banner and obviously got a merge afterwards. I like his character, but I don’t know if I will ever make an effort to +10. Saber, +1 (+Atk): One of my absolute favorite units. One of the characters I had Summoner Supported for a period of time. His refine is very interesting and allows for some really interesting builds. I might need to make more of an effort for him in the future. Ayra, +1 (+HP): I’ll be honest, I don’t love Ayra. I don’t like the speed arms race she kicked off, and I’m bummed I didn’t just use her as Swift Sparrow fodder. Whatever. Black Knight, +1: Big surprise here: I love the Black Knight. I think he still holds up as a viable option for Red Armors. His cost remains high as a Grail unit, but I think it might be worth it, given how many armor skills exist now. Elincia, +1 (+Atk): The trend continues: character from PoR and RD that I love. She’s got amazing player phase capabilities, and eventually she’d be a great +10. Lukas, +1 (+Atk): The OG physical tank. Great personality and solid niche, but I have others who do the same thing. Nephenee, +1 (+Spd): The Halberdier class in PoR still ranks as one of my all time favorite character ranks. Nephenee languished as -Spd for a long time before I snagged another merge. I love her character and need to prioritize her builds. I’d love for her to demote one day (lol), but she’ll go on the list of 5* exclusive merge desires. OG Azura, +1 (Neutral): I feel like OG Azura is still outclassed, even with her Resplendent stats. Although she has a strong niche as a triple Chill support unit. I need to actually build her and deploy her before I sink any real assets into her. Legendary Ephraim, +1 (+Res): I pulled Legendary Ephraim long before I ever pulled OG Ephraim. He finds use mostly as a Grand Conquests lead. Which makes me realize that I don’t have a ton of lance cavaliers....or really any that I would really love to build. I’ll look into this. Altena, +1 (+Def): I adore Altena. She’s one of those characters that FEH really introduced me to and I fell in love with her personality, and she’s got a great kit. I’d love for her to be 3*/4*, but I find myself thinking I should pull for Blue on random banners, just in case I pull extras. She’s a high priority merge project. Halloween Dorcas, +1: Another case of a strange decision made without any real thought. Especially since Hack-o’-Lantern+ is a solid axe to have in a unit’s back pocket. I’m suddenly mad at myself for doing this. Minerva, +1 (+Atk): You know, Minerva was the third 5* I ever pulled in this game, and I never really found a use for her somehow. I suppose I avoided flying units for a long time, just because they were always physical, and usually less useful than infantry or cavalry units (what a time). She’s merged because of a pity breaker. Young Minerva, +1: Ironic, I know. Y!Minerva is near the top of my list for Grail projects. She’ll likely get a +10 eventually, it’s hard to top the skills she has available. And I’m weirdly a sucker for tiny children who destroy enemies. I love this unit. Legendary Alm, +1 (+Def): My first pull of L!Alm was -Spd, which was a major fucking bummer. I ultimately decided I needed to fix that when I pulled one a while back, it was a good decision. I am never going to have the resources to pump more into him, though. So his base kit will do for now. Matthew, +1 (+Atk): Let’s talk briefly about how fucking bad Matthew’s attack stat is. At lvl 41 with a 14 mt dagger equipped and attack boon he has 43 attack. Literal garbage. His refine makes him useable and I want to +10 him so badly because I love his character, but again, it clashes directly with the Sothe I already built, who only loses out on the defense that Matthew’s packing. It’s hard to justify, ngl. Kagero, +1 (+Atk): I am only human. Every once in a while, I am susceptible to the pull of a waifu or two. Cool refine, solid niche, but hard to justify when I have characters that do the work better. Julia, +1 (+Def): Another character I didn’t have for literal years, and got in back to back banners long after she had a hey-day. Crystalelemental on Tumblr loves Julia and, honestly, that love kinda rubbed off. She doesn’t even have skills equipped, but I’ve been on the lookout for a way to deploy her. She’ll get a good kit eventually. Legendary Female Fallen Robin, +1 (+Spd): Describing some of these characters becomes a mouthful. Solid niche, and she got a merge because she kept pitybreaking me on the road to Bramimond. The rest were sacked for Res Smoke fodder. She’s useful from time to time, but not a favorite. Lethe, +1 (+Def): I always liked Mordecai more than Lethe, but she hits a lot of criteria for me. Her typing holds her back a little bit, though. I also don’t run all beast teams very often, and that’s where she really shines. It also doesn’t help that her first appearance was as -Atk. Sometimes heroes with bad IVs that you love kinda lose their luster, which is sad. Kaden, +1 (Neutral): Both times a pitybreaker. Great niche as a unit, sees plenty of use when I’m running Bonus Doubler shenanigans. Doesn’t see a ton of use outside of that.

Phew. That was a lot to write. If you read through that....I am deeply impressed. I think next is taking stock of what I actually want in terms of unit niches, and which ones would fill those roles that I could target. 

[anomalyreads]

Klaine WIPs

Ugh I can’t believe it’s been six months since the last WIP list update. Sorry! Sadly, a lot of old fics that haven’t been updated in a long time, but I am still hoping, waiting, commenting. But I have a lof of great new WIPs on my list too, so don’t despair.

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This is my #currently reading list. Some of the fics are regular WIPs, some may be abandoned (without my knowledge) and some are series I am waiting for to be continued. Please remember to keep on encouraging the writers as they are posting their chapters, to let them know how much we appreciate them.

New fics I’ve started reading are marked with an !

Recently finished fics are marked with strike though.

Fics that are recently updated (since my last update in April 18) are marked with bold.

WIPS:

The Aftershocks Remain by Treenaivycarter

! All the pretty things that we could be by forabeatofadrum

Already Home by Winchester

The Arrangement by Misqueue

! Betrothed by LilPswitch

Between the Moon and New York City by Jackabelle73

Blaine IRL by Carojane

! Bottom of the food chain by Redandyellowroses

! Breaking Open by kurtpuppet

The Bruise of a Rough Start by Hildigunnur

The Chronicles of Kid Chronic by Mailroomorder

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Empty Apartment by Crissmera

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Remind Me to Forget by Peanutmeg

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Your Man by Quixoticity

[pendulumprince]

IT’S EPISODE 27. LONELY BRAVE IS COMING HOME. 

So, at KoH headquarters

Faust is staring down at Genome and Vyra’s bodies

They’re in coffins?? Holy shit

Okay but he’s sad as fuck

Promises to capture “the ignis” if it’s the last goddamn ting he does…!

“No one can capture me anymore!” lmao oh Ai

Okay he and Roboppy just finishied getting it on??

Oh shit oh shIT OKAY

THEY’RE PLANNING SOMETHING??

“Yusaku will be surprised!”

*MANIACAL LAUGHTER*

Lmao Ai doesn’t want her laughing harder than him damn relax dude

Not like Roboppy gives a shit lol

After the opening!

So in the hotdog truck

Aw damn the sad piano music is playing

So another has died down

Looks like the whole Vyra situation made Yusaku realize he’s fighting real, actual people

Shoichi reminds him there’s one Another mastermind left

K so in Link Vrains, a KoH mook takes some asshat down

Is sad that he isn’t Playmaker

Okay so the KoH are still at it, those SOBs don’t give up

Back in school

NAOKI IS SHOUTING AT YUSAKU

“We can’t remain spectators! Playmaker and Blue Angel are fighting the Knights of Hanoi”

Lmaooo, if only you knew Naoki

“So?”

“The duel club is on break. But as duelists, we should—“

“Don’t do it, [bitch].”

“WHY NOT?!”

“T h r e e  r e a s o n s :

There’s not a website for the removal program, so there are fewer Anothers.

You have no plan, so you’ll get burned.

Deep down inside, you’re scared.

NAOKI TAKES EXTREME OFFENSE TO THAT LAST ONE, BUT

That’s the whole reason he’s asking Yusaku to join him, right?

Naoki isn’t convinced. Now he’s just mad.

He runs off

Ai pops out of Yusaku’s book bag (!!!) to tell him he went too far

Yusaku, as always, tells him to be quiet

Naoki goes to the Duel Club room

No one’s there

He remembers when he first joined the Duel Club…

“I’m Naoki Shima! I put my pride on the line during duels. In my duels, I’m full speed ahead! I won’t back down! I always move forward! My goal is to become the top duelist! … actually, within the top 50.”

EVERYONE IN THE DUEL CLUB IS WEIRDLY IMPRESSED BY THIS, BUT

“Then you’re not reaching for the top! … I appreciate your passion and enthusiasm. But just those.” Lmao well at least the prez tells it like it is.

They all welcome him to the duel club

Wow, that was actually pretty sweet.

But Naoki’s thinking back on it now

“Just my passion and enthusiasm… All show and no substance. When the going gets tough…”

His duel disk lights up??

It’s downloading some new data

HE DOESN’T KNOW WTF IS GOING ON BUT

It’s… Cyberse Wizard

THAT IS A FUCKING TRAP IF I EVER SAW ONE

YEAH

HE GETS A ~*MESSAGE*~ FROM PLAYMAKER

“Be one with the Cyberse.” PM

Omggggg this isn’t gonna end well

That’s for sure Faust

But why Naoki??

OMGGGG NAOKI IS HAVING A ROMANTIC DAYDREAM ABOUT MEETING PLAYMAKER AND I

SO HE GOES IN

“Into the V-V-Vrains!”

So he’s in Link Vrains

Alright guys so

Did I tell you that I actually like Lonely Brave’s design?

He looks like a damn action figure

But this is his first time in LV, so he’s just getting his bearings about him??

LIKE EVEN WALKING AROUND IS WEIRD TO HIM but it’s understandable lmao this is VR

HE STARTS RUNNING AROUND

THROWS HIMSELF ON THE GROUND BELLY FIRST

IS SUPRISED THAT HE CAN EVEN FEEL PAIN?? lol you’re prob gonna hate that real soon buddy

BUT HE HEARS SCREAMING

AND

IT’S A KNIGHT BOY KICKING SOMEBODUY’S ASS

AND LOOK

THERE ARE MORE

LONELY BRAVE IS FREAKING OUT

A KNIGHT BOY CONFRONTS HIM

“Just another weakling.”

“W-Weakling??” *thinks about his imaginary meeting with Playmaker* “I’m the only one deemed worthy by Playmaker!” OH LONELY BRAVE

“Such nonsense.”

HE SHOWS OFF CYBERSE WIZARD AS PROOF

WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT

THE KNIGHT BOY IS FREAKING OUT

So Faust is watching the duel

Lonely Brave and the Knight boy prepare to square off

“I’m the one who carries out Playmaker’s will! My name is Lonely Brave!”

“… I’ll defeat you quickly and force you to tell me where Playmaker is.”

NAOKI IS FREAKING OUT INTETRNAL, BUT DAMN IF HE’LL LET IS SHOW

ALRIGHT

SO THE DUEL STARTS

KNIGHT BOY STARTS OFF WITH A SHITTY HAND

SO DOES LONELY BRAVE LMAOOOO

HEY BOY PLAY IT OFF

KNIGHT BOY GOES FIRST

LONLEY BRAVE IS SECRETLY GREATFUL

KNIGHT BOY PLAYS A MAGIC CARD

SO THEY EACH DISCARD TWO CARDS AND DRAW TWO MORE

LONELY BRAVE IS SO HAPPY

THEY EACH DISCARD TWO

AND DRAW

And… it’s just mediocre

BUT THE KNIGHT BOY GETS AN IDEA

KNIGHT BOY PLAYS IT OFF AS A PERFECT DRAW

LONELY BRAVE DOES TOO, BUT AGAIN, HE’S FREAKING OUT INSIDE

KNIGHT BOY PLAYS A ANOTHER SPELL

SO HE DISCARDS ONE CARD

TO TAKE ONE FROM THE GRAVE

AND PUT IT BACK ON TOP OF HIS DECK??

What are you getting at, dude

So he does that… and activates yet another spell...

So he can special summon monsters for 1000 LP a pop

AND HE GOES DOWN TO 1000 LP

Okay so, Lonely Brave considers his options

He has 2600 ATK monsters in the grave that he discarded

So he figures he should try and revive him

BUT THE KNIGHT BOY SAW RIGHT THROUGH THAT SHIT

Gotta admit, LB/Naoki has a good poker face in VR

KNIGHT BOY TRIBUTES HIS MONSTERS

SUMMONS A 3200 ATK MONSTER

And one per turn, he can destroy every other card at the cost of half his LP

SO HE CAN WIPE OUT WHATEVER LONELY BRAVE DOES ONCE PER TURN

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS

LONELY BRAVE TAKES HIS TURN

IT’S CYBERSE WIZARD

Oh shit you know what just occured to me

DID FUCKING AI PUT IT THERE

LIKE

HE SAID HE HAS A SURPRISE FOR YUSAKU AT THE START OF THE EPISODE

AND THE CYBERSE MONSTERS ARE *HIS* ARCHETYPE.

IS THIS HIS IDEA OF A SICK JOKE.

Okay but like

He doesn’t even know how he’s going to use it

“*~*I know you can use it. I’m always with you, just like how you always watched me*~*”

“Always watched…”

ALRIGHT. THIS IS TOO MUCH.

NAOKI IS CANONICALLY CRUSHING SO FUCKING HARD

And because Naoki always watched Playmaker

Of COURSE he knows how to summon Cyberse Wizard

annnnnnnd Lonley Brave’s pokerface broke

Hes murmering to himself “I can do it. I cam do it. I can do it!”

THE KNIGHT BOY CAN HEAR HIM LMAO

Okay but Lonely Brave summons Cyberse Wizard

… and back in the real world

Yusaku enters the hotdog truck, and…!

SHOICHI SHOWS HIM THE DUEL’S LIVESTREAM

HE SEES CYBERSE WIZARD THERE

A MONSTER TYPE ONLY HE AND REV HAVE USED

Lmao, Ai thinks “Lonely Brave” is a cool name, but noT AS COOL AS HIS

But Yusaku’s confused, he has Cyberse Wizard

So what’s happening—

OH SNAP

SO AI TAPS THE CARD AND

APEPRENTLY IT HAS NO DATA

YUSAKU’S CYBERSE WIZARD IS AN “EMPTY CARD”

… lmaoooo wtf

No one knows what’s happening

And Faust continues to look on

BACK TO THE DUEL

LONELY BRAVE ACTIVATES CYBERSE WIZARD’S EFFECT

SWITCHES THE KNIGHT BOYS MONSTER TO DEF MODE

AND IT HAS 0 DEF

LONELY BRAVE GOES IN TO ATTACK, AND

DUE TO CYBERSE WIZARD’S EFFECT

HE CAN DEAL PIERCING DAMAGE!

THE ATTACK CONNECTS!

THE KNIGHT BOY GOES DOWN TO 0!

LONELY BRAVE WINS!

Omg

He actually won

Lmao didn’t see that coming

“You have no right to call yourself a duelist!” bitch stop stealing people’s lines

So to recap

Yusaku basically got his card stolen

And whoever did it gave it to Naoki

Ai suggests that Lonely Brave is the mastermind behind Another

But as Shoichi points out, he wouldn’t be dueling a Knight boy if that were the case

… but who knows. He might do it to lure out Playmaker, RIGHT??

So Shoichi starts doin some shit

(Probably gonna hack in and find out Lonely Brave=Naoki)

So back in Link Vrains, a bunch of folks are super impressed with Lonely Brave---

BITCH STOP SAYING YOU’RE CARRYING OUT PLAYMAKER’S WILL

IF ONLY YOU FUCKING KNEW THE REAL PLAYMAKER TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF IT

CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU WRECK YOURSELF

Alright looks like this bitch just changed his name from Lonely Brave to “Brave Max”

Fuck out of here, you’re name is Lonely Brave

So he logs out

And Faust… starts doing his research…

ALRIGHT

FAUST DEF WASN’T THE ONE WHO GAVE NAOKI THAT CARD

IT HAD TO BE AI, THAT PURPLE LIL ASSHOLE

YEAH, HE FINDS NAOKI REAL QUICK

So does Shoichi and Yusaku

SO NAOKI IS NOW IN DANGER

LOOK AT HIM, WALKING DOWN THE STREET, SO FUCKIN PROUD OF HIMSELF

“I’m already Link Vrains’ newest legend! The hottest duelist! I’m trending! BEcause I’m Playmaker’s—“

“You’re Playmakers what?”

SHUT THE FRONT DOOR, IT’S IRL!FAUST

HE PUNCHES NAOKI IN THE STOMACH?? KNOCKS HIM OUT.

LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS BINCH

So he ties Naoki up

Has him in a warehouse somewhere

“Sorry. But in order to capture the ignis…”

Naoki wakes up!

Faust tels him to call Playmaker

Naoki says he doesn’t know how

So Faust decides to use him as bait

Forces him to log into Link Vrains

“Brave Max is back!”

Shoichi, please stop. He is not “Brave Max”. Stop trying to make “Brave Max” a thing.”

Okay, but he’s with a Knight

Faust, obviously

He introduces himself, and addresses Playmaker directly:

“Fight me. If you refuse, I’ll defeat him and take his Cyberse card.”

“Whatever! I got that from Playmaker!”

SO FAUST CHALLENGES HIM

LONELY BRAVE FREAKS OUT

IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF THE LEDGE OF A BUILDING

IS BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO COME SAVE HIM

“MY NAME IS NAOKI SHIMA! I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND LOCKED UP!”

Shoichi’s gonna try and locate Naoki while Yusaku goes in to save his ass

But his… duel disk is gone…

AND AI IS IN THE COMPUTER

HE’S BROADCASTING LIVE

“Hello, everyone! Broadcasting from above Den City.”

YUSAKU WANTS TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE’S DOING

“Wait a sec. Umm…

HE ADJUSTS THE CAMERA  SO HE CAN LOOK AT YUSAKU

“What are you doing?”

“I had Idiotppi modify your duel disk.”

“Roboppy? … so that’s why my duel disk felt heavy.”

“I’ve gotten fat? I’m shocked!”

“COME BACK RIGHT NOW.”

“Are you sure? I’m trying to find Shima’s location."

Shoichi doesn’t think he can, since Den City is so huge

But Yusaku figures he’s using Cyberse Wizard’s data

YEAH, AI PUT A TRACKER ON IT

“… so you were prepared. As if you knew this would happen."

“ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?! I’m shocked!”

Shoochi asks where Naoki is

“I’ll send you his location signal. Switch the monitor to the map

So he’s southeast

THEY REV OFF TO FIND HIM

MEANWHILE,. LONELY BRAVE CONTINUES TO BEG FOR HIS LIFE

FAUST FORCES HIM ON A D-BOARD

LB’S STILL TRYING TO GET OUT OF IT

“Huh? The one who carries Playmaker’s will is a coward?”

HE REMEMBERS EVERYONE'S WORDS

(“Deep down inside, you’re scared.”)

(“I appreciate your passion and enthusiasm. But just those.”)

HE SLAPS HIMSELF AROUND SOME, AND DECIDES TO FACE FAUST

BACK IN THE REAL WORLD, AI CONTINUES TO FLY THOUGH THE AIR

IS HAVING WAY TOO MUCH FUN WITH IT

CRASHES INTO A BUILDING

BUT HE’S FINE

AND HE FOUND NAOKI

Ai goes back to Yusaku

AND THE BOYS GO TO LINK VRAINS

“Shima…”

AND THAT’S A WRAP

PREVIEW TIME

So basically, Faust and Playmaker are dueling

And the voiceover implies that Faust has some mixed feelings about what he’s doing

As well he should

[ranebowstitches]

Tagged by @milarca so so long ago ok but this should be fun here goes

PICK YOUR TOP 10 SHIPS WITHOUT READING THE QUESTIONS

literally these are in no order and they’re just the ones I think of first I have no ability to rate my ships I have over 300

Jimmy/Chazz (Blades of Glory) (I just watched this and I’m hyperfocusing on this ship atm I’m sorry)

Kylo/Hux (Star Wars)

Sherlock/John (Sherlock)

Roadhog/Junkrat (Overwatch)

Stanley/Jarod (Death and Cremation)

Hannibal/Will (Hannibal)

Rick/Morty (Rick and Morty)

Van Helsing/Carl (Van Helsing)

Marty/Doc (Back to the Future)

Jesse/Saul (Breaking Bad)

DO YOU REMEMBER THE EPI/SCENE/CHAPTER THAT YOU FIRST STARTED SHIPPING 6?

Hannibal/Will - As soon as they met

YOU EVER READ A FIC ABOUT 2?

Kylo/Hux - HAHA HOW ABOUT A MILLION OF THEM and currently writing one

HAVE A PICTURE OF 4 EVER BEEN YOUR SCREENSAVER/PROFILE PICTURE?

Roadhog/Junkrat - Yes!! A lot of @kritz-blitzwitz‘s SFM art of the two are saved in my desktop background folder and it cycles through them. I’ve also had a few as backgrounds on my ipod

IF 7 WERE TO SUDDENLY BREAK UP TODAY, WHAT WOULD YOUR REACTION BE?

Rick/Morty - Well I mean... They aren’t technically together... but I guess I’d be like “Infinite universes and all that they’re still together somewhere!”

WHY IS 1 SO IMPORTANT?

Jimmy/Chazz - I DONT KNOW I JUST REALLY LOVE THIS SHIP OK THEIR CHARACTERS ARE ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AND HAVE LIKE GREAT QUIRKS AND STRENGTHS AND THEY ARE THE EPITOME OF THE OPPOSITES ATTRACT / ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPES AND I REALLY NEED MORE IN MY LIFE OK PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF GERMAPHOBIC TOUCH STARVED VIRGIN JIMMY WHO WANTS CHAZZ BUT DOESNT KNOW WHY OR HOW OR WHAT TO DO AND GIVE ME CHAZZ WHO CARES SO MUCH ABOUT JIMMY THAT INSTEAD OF TRYING HIS BONES AND BLAMING IT ON HIS SEX ADDICTION GOES SLOW AND LISTENS TO JIMMY AND REALIZES THAT HEY MAYBE WHAT HE WAS AFTER ALL ALONG WAS LOVE AND NOT SEX BUT I MEAN THEY CAN STILL HAVE IT IF THEY WANT IDC I HEADCANON JIMMY AS GREYACE ANYWAY HAHA PLEASE HELP ME

WHICH ONE HAS THE STRONGEST BOND?

MARTY AND DOC I WILL FIGHT YOU ON THIS  (ง'̀-'́)ง

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU READ/WATCHED 10’S FANDOM?

Jesse/Saul - I’ve watched Breaking Bad once and Better Call Saul once, but I have rewatched a couple BrBa eps

WHICH SHIP HAS LASTED THE LONGEST?

Is this like lasted the longest in canon or like in my mind? Cause like none of these are canon... but like I think Van Helsing/Carl is probably the oldest ship out of all them but my ships never sink so these are going on forever

HOW MANY TIMES IF EVER HAS 6 BROKEN UP?

Hannibal/Will - Well I mean.. technically none?? (This is hard to do with non-canon or like almost canon ships yall)

IF THE WORLD WAS SUDDENLY THRUST INTO A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE WHICH SHIP WOULD MAKE IT OUT ALIVE, 2 OR 8?

Kylo/Hux or Van Helsing/Carl - oo shit hmm both have good fighters on their side umm I think I would have to say Kylo/Hux though because Hux can def fight as well as Kylo but Carl I can not really see taking down zombies

DID 7 EVER HAVE TO HIDE THEIR RELATIONSHIP FOR ANY REASON?

Rick/Morty - I MEAN... if the ones in the main canon universe that we see did get together YEAH but this all depends on what universe we’re talking about here because that would def change the answer based on a few things

IS 4 STILL TOGETHER?

Roadhog/Junkrat - Yes.

IS 10 CANON?

Jesse/Saul - Sadly no (NONE OF THESE ARE ???)

IF ALL 10 SHIPS WERE PUT INTO A COUPLE’S HUNGER GAMES WHICH COUPLE WOULD WIN?

Fuck.. uuhh.... Probably Roadhog and Junkrat tbh like that’s their job p much that’s literally the game, like Kylo and Hux would put up a good fight, Van Helsing would too, but no one else is really made for an all out brawl

HAS ANYBODY EVER TRIED TO SABOTAGE 5’S SHIP?

Stanley/Jarod - (if it was canon) the police man at the end of the movie who tried to arrest Stanley  (ง'̀-'́)ง

WHICH SHIP WOULD YOU DEFEND UNTIL DEATH AND BEYOND?

ALL OF THESE  (ง'̀-'́)ง IM IN A FIGHTING MOOD  (ง'̀-'́)ง THEY ARE ALL NEAR AND DEAR TO MY HEART AND BRING ME JOY AND WILL NEVER SINK  (ง'̀-'́)ง

DO YOU SPEND HOURS A DAY GOING THROUGH 3’S TUMBLR PAGES?

Sherlock/John - I used too and probably, is S4 goes well, will again!!

IF AN EVIL WITCH DESCENDED FROM THE SKY AND TOLD YOU THAT YOU HAD TO PICK 1 OF THE 10 SHIPS TO BREAK UP FOREVER OR ELSE SHE’D BREAK THEM ALL UP FOREVER WHICH SHIP WOULD YOU SINK?

NONE ID PUNCH THE WITCH (ง'̀-'́)ง  (ง'̀-'́)ง  (ง'̀-'́)ง then I would sit her down and go over each ship with her until she shipped them too and then she wouldn’t wanna break them up so ha

I tag everyone also I’m sorry to anyone who reads this I sound like a 13yr old i’m tired and have a lot of feels