#if any of the links are messed up i'll fix them later

[iobartach]

haven't made a ramblings post in a while 😶 sooo i reckon, with aus on my mind, i'll put together a lil' list , in case folks would like some bite-sized details at a glance below.

anddd just before i proceed, i wanna point out, since i'm a glutton for storytelling ( <3 ) in addition to verses / aus, i also have story arcs! I call these chapters, and you can find out more info here!

now, on to business! ;

the next stage ; based on the [prototype] games; miguel got bitten by a hunter and now he's a walking, talking biohazard 👍 ( well, more than usual...)

the talk of the town ; marvel / earth-928 based; early days miguel, out here work for A.lchemax by day and fighting evil corporations at night. a.k.a.home 🏠 , in the days before he went looking at the multiverse

father knows best ; more or less a horror au / 'what if' ; miguel found another gabriella. but it ain't wholesome in the slightest. 💀

cross the rubicon ; marvel / earth-928, but this time, with dimension hopping! ; miguel's main verse. everything atsv related happened within this verse exclusively. is also the default choice for crossovers with non-marvel chars!

a hero gone astray ; based on overwatch; miguel is a geneticist involved in a program that aimed to surpass the achievements of SEP , thanks to a revolutionary gene imprinting technique that he invented. it's left him as a marked man.

a small cog in a big wheel ; corperate!miguel / cyberpunk 2077 based; your classic dystopian au, a.k.a, if miguel had never gained powers / became the s-man. alchemax is the default corpo, and for cyberpunk 2077-specific threads, will be a mix of arasaka / biotechnica, as needed.

man out of time ; marvel / earth-616 based / modern day; a slight twist on an actual spider-man 2099 comic book plot; mig's stuck on earth-616 / 'in the present day', cut off from 2099 & the spider society, so he returns to crime fighting. the majority of interactions with mcu / other media / marvel comics muses will fit into this!

ravenous hunger ; bleach / zombie au; miguel crossed paths with a quincy, and became zombified. it's left him with an appetite he cannot satiate. so he's asking anyone he can for help with a cure.

fighting like a man possessed ; kengan ashura based; miguel is a fighter that represents alchemax at Kengen matches.

life processes ; jurassic world based ; miguel is a geneticist working InGen, on Isla Nublar.

running out of options ; based on overwatch; after a horrible accident left several dead and miguel as the sole survivor, he believes that his life can't possibly get any worse. that is until he learns of his brother gabriel's kidnapping, and what he must do in order to rescue him; join Talon, or else add another death to his conscience.

valour in the void ; marvel / ratchet gladiator / deadlocked based (extension of main verse!) ; sort of a side plot, this time! miguel is captured and dropped into a series of gladiator-style challenges, where heroes are forced on pain of death to compete and fight for their survival. all in front of thrillions watching live from around the Shadow Sector

death is not the end ; based on the villains series ; upon surviving a near death experience following an accident in the laboratory, miguel has never quite felt the same. and to make matters worse, he happens to grab the attention of a man that seeks to claim the lives of those who didn't die when they were supposed to.

a fresh lick of paint ; auxiliary / companion verse; unique in that it's more of a wardrobe change, rather than an actual au. basically, if this verse tag is on a post, then it will denote that miguel is in fact using his armoured suit (full details here!)

ceiling crawler ; based on the bioshock series; set in rapture. miguel is the prototype spider splicer!

a deal with the devil ; marvel / earth-928 / symbiote au ; when investigating an incident, miguel becomes bonded with an unnamed symbiote.

infected world ; based on the resident evil series; here, miguel's work, in addition to genetics, leans into virology as well, and still oversees the Corporate Raider Program. except, in this version, it is Alchemax's attempt at 'immunising America's finest against the most prevalent viral strains of the time'. and made more difficult still when the same guy you trust to run the project becomes infected himself....

endurance of pain ; historical / mythology inspired verse ; miguel is the son of the great goddess, the one who endures.

spilling of blood ; marvel / earth-616 / vampire hunting ; miguel is caught up in the events of Blood Hunt , and helps to free New York from the control of vampires. also used for any Eternal Night Falls based plots, plus generic vampire plots as well. (also, quick reminder, miguel is not a vampire himself!)

united action ; based on doctor who series ; miguel is a multiverse expert and works with U.N.I.T. to investigate unexplained phenomena.

complete chaos ; based on the borderlands series; miguel's a hyperion stooge. 'nuff said.

the final pin ; pro-wrestling au ; miguel forms a tag-team with his brother gabriel, going from promotion to promotion

each strand of silk ; based on league of legends / arcane series ; miguel is the acolyte of a soul devouring spider god. don't ask him about what happened in the Shadow isles.

baron with sharp teeth ; marvel / earth-23291 / Battleworld ; a version of miguel in which he is both the CEO of Alchemax and the leader of the Avengers

[chaotictempleknight]

Some advice for writers

I would like to offer some advice to my fellow writers. Caution: this post is a bit on the longer side.

If you have any type of series on the internet, please have a master post for that series, or at least some form of organization. No, I am not going to go endlessly scrolling through your blog or website to find the first chapter/page.

Please have links to chapters if you are writing a digital novel/novella. It makes it easier for the reader to get through the story. This is assuming you're not using a website dedicated to literature.

Tag your work with what genre it is. I see a lot of stories and chapters on the internet that don't do that or only tag one genre. I would like to know what genre your story is as I have preferences for what I read.

When writing a synopsis or a pitch, please establish the stakes. Tell me what the conflict is and why I should read. What are the consequences if the protagonist fails? Also don't describe what your story is. I'll find that out as I read.

Plan your story out before you write it. You are not that 1 in a million who's going to be able to write a story as you go along. PLAN OUT YOUR STORY BEFORE YOU START IT. Here's my advice: Establish your plot and ending, write the plot, write your characters, then write an outline for the story. Make sure you're happy with it, iron out any last minute details, then write a rough draft.

Have multiple drafts and don't post the first thing that comes out of your head. Don't worry if you mess up during the rough drafts, you can fix it later. How many drafts you have is up to you, just don't get carried away with them as you'll never finish the story.

The protagonist must succeed. It doesn't matter what they succeed in, they must succeed in something. There's no two ways about it. The protagonist can be anyone, be it a hero or villain. protagonist versus antagonist is not good versus evil, it's a clash of egos and ideals. It doesn't matter who they come from.

Write an evil villain and a strong hero. Let your villain be evil and let your hero be heroic. This is storytelling 101, but so many stories these days try to make everyone morally gray and indistinguishable from each other. You can have sympathetic villains and questionable heroes, just make it clear where the lines between good and evil are drawn.

Stop trying to be relatable and POST SOMETHING. I don't care about how many WIPs you haven't finished or about how your cat keeps interrupting you. Post your story. If you're more concerned about being relatable than actually writing, you're not a writer.

If you're expecting overnight success, you are in for a very rude awakening. No, you will not have overnight success. AND NO, you are not that 1 in a million. It takes time, effort, and dedication for your work to get noticed. I should know: have you heard of ULTRAMagic Alternate? I didn't think so.

If you are writing to make money and become famous, get out. I'm serious, leave. If you just want to make money, go get a regular job. You are legitimately getting in the way of actual writers who actually have a story to tell.

Having beta readers is ideal for improving your story. Find people interested in the genres you're writing and see what they think. You can always go back and fix the story if there is something wrong with it.

This one is for readers: If an author asks you to be a beta reader, they are NOT asking you to edit their story (although you can if you want to). You don't have to be an author, the writer is looking for your perspective as an average Joe off the street. Tell them what you think of the work, even if you have no knowledge of writing.

DO NOT USE AI IMAGES. The instant I see an AI image attached to your post I'm immediately scrolling past it. Either learn how to draw or hire a real artist.

DO NOT USE AI WRITING. I will ignore your entire existence if I catch you copy and pasting stuff from an AI chat bot. I'm okay with asking a chat bot for assistance as long as what is written on the page came from your head and human hands, however. Also newsflash, if AI becomes truly sentient, you are stealing ideas and work from another individual. Let that sink in.

[perfectlysanexd]

How do you do your Final Fantasy edits?

The hard way, my friend. No AI is used here, I do it all by hand. 🥰 I assume you mean the screenshot manipulations I create? I'll try and give a simple summary... First, I boot up Remake on PC and use a "free camera" mod(you can find the links to the mods I use on my archive pages for manipulations, which is on my pinned post) to take a couple screenshots that I think will work well together. Sometimes I change my mind and choose a different one. It can be hard to match the camera angles and lighting, so sometimes I have to mess with that later, as well. But it's easier if they fit together from the beginning. We'll take my current WIP as an example. I started with these two screenshots:

I open them in the free program GIMP (GNU Image Manipulation Program), which anyone can download at gimp.org. Then the first thing I do is choose the base image. In this case, they're both facing the same way, so I choose to flip Sephiroth(you can't really do that with Cloud easily because of his earring, and his hair is less symmetrical). Since the camera was closer up on Cloud, and he's the smaller one, I usually choose Sephiroth's to be the base image. With that decided, I roughly cut Cloud from his background and paste him onto Sephiroth's image as a new layer. Then I position him, resize him, rotate him, whatever I need to do until he seems to be in the desired place, which ends up looking like this: (I ended up adding snow for this preview, so it would look more complete than it is when I showed it to my server, haha)

If you look at Cloud, you can still see a thick outline of his old background around his head. Once he's positioned properly, it's time to remove the rest of his background(I use a size 10 eraser with 100% hardness and zoom in about 5 times). Then I need to think about where they're connected, and how to make them look like they're touching, as well as layering to make them seem intertwined, as if they're truly occupying the same space together.

I cut away some of Cloud's shirt, and the rest of that effect will come with shading later. If I wanted Cloud even closer, I would make a duplicate of Sephiroth and erase his background, so that his lock of hair would appear to go over Cloud's face. I could also make it semi-transparent, so you could see the outline of Cloud's face through his hair. You can see I have some small game defects to fix, such as Cloud's hair clipping through his ear. I leave those tiny details for later, typically. Sometimes, because of their height differences, I have to "rebuild" missing parts of them from scratch, such as I did for this other manipulation:

It's a delicate process that's mostly the clone tool(to keep the textures) and some freehand drawing, but I don't have an art tablet, so I use my mouse for everything, which can be quite challenging. I've had a lot of practice from translating doujinshi, where I'd erase the words, rebuild the missing part of the image, and then place the translated words over that spot.

In any case, I decided I wanted more out of this manipulation than just leaning against each other. I wanted Cloud to be reaching up towards Sephiroth, and perhaps for Sephiroth to be pulling him closer. To do that, I needed pictures of their hands/arms like so:

I've taken hundreds of shots, so I looked through what I had first, but it wasn't the right angle, or was the wrong outfit for Cloud, so...then you open up those images and cut out the parts you want. After that, you work on positioning and things like that again. I haven't finished with that part yet, so it looks a little awkward. (And when you're doing these kinds of things, color matching is very important, but that's a bit advanced.)

I'm not fully satisfied yet, so I'll probably remove the rest of the background from the arms and then mess with the placement. As for Sephiroth's hand, I intend to thread it in Cloud's hair, so Cloud will need to be duplicated in order to create that layering effect, as mentioned previously. Which should end up looking similar to this one:

(I had to draw in most of Cloud's hand because I didn't have the camera mod back then, and the Sephiroth shot was provided to me by Coeurlwhiskers.) After that, it's a matter of shadows and highlights, remaining details, and finishing up the colors, etc. It's a long and difficult process, and can take many hours to complete, depending on how ambitious I get with it. Most of that stuff would be a much longer tutorial, and I did used to do some actual artwork a long time ago, so I...kind of know what I'm doing?? I probably do a lot of stuff the hard way(like not using layer masks) because I just don't have the time to teach myself more than the basics. 😅I know it may seem daunting, but it's really fun! I hope I managed to answer your question properly. Feel free to ask follow ups~

[drrr-emporium]

What to do if Durarara over

I'm going to assume you've finished the anime and have not gone into anything else Naritaverse wise

So! You can read the novels. Since they're officially licensed by yen press, you can buy the soft cover books or get them as an ebook / kindle from barnes and noble or amazon. I don't really endorse this but I'm sure if you do enough digging around you can find old, still available, free translations like anni_fiesta who did a lot of translating back in the day. Here's the link to their Index of Translation. I still use it since it's the only place I know that has the white day story translated and it's one of my favorites (For Kadota Related reasons haha), plus a couple of other side stories.

(I think the internet archives have the novels if you do some poking around but for Narita Please Write SH 5 reasons, I'll ask you to dig those up lmao)

Speaking of Side stories, Kazinha-726 translated a bunch of drrr side stories But since they haven't updated in a while, you need to change the links from kaedesan721 to their new URL kazinha-726. I'll directly link what you need here

Izaya Spin Off Translations I don't think these are officially licensed for translation so it's fine for me to link. This is the story of Izaya now that he's been forced out of Ikebukuro, and there's two books as of writing this.

Durarara Gaidens It's some gaidens, but It's also a handful of translated convos from 3 way stand of alley relay, the links use that kaedesan721 link, so while I won't be fixing all those links for you, I can at least link the tag for all of them here. you can probably find audio for this game on youtube, though I'm not sure anyone's like.... fully translated? perhaps? Which ALSO reminds me of the relay manga

Durarara Epitome of Eighteen Histories Written along side the release of season 2, we've got some stories involving Kazane Kinomiya, who's the half sister of Shinra, and a reporter. They have all 18 listed there nicely EXCEPT the Erika and Walker Link is a little messed up, and if you search through the posts you can get to it but anyway here's the link to that story specifically

DRRR x Hakata Tonkatsu Ramens Actually I haven't seen HTR or read it so I can't really tell you about this one but if you're into that series--

There's ALSO MiniDura which are little gag comics of the durarara cast in chibis! there should be 4 books as of me writing this. Godspeed on finding translations they seem to be around.... but this post is long and I'm scared of losing it so I'll update later on how many chapters there are so you don't miss any, though I'm seeing up to 10 in my cursory search.

Shizuo, Izaya, and Celty are also in uh.... Dengeki Bunko's fighting Climax, which you might be able to find some stuff on on youtube. but since it's Dengeki Bunko you also have other series... I can only remember A Certain Magical Index / A Certain Scientific Railgun / the other titles in this series as being part of it whoops.

So you've done all that, what do you do next?

Well Narita has other series, like Baccano! which had an anime before DRRR did, which is 16 episodes. Since Funimation lost the license back in like... 2012 it's not officially uh licensed for viewing anywhere, so uh. wink wink. message me if you need more help here.

There's ALSO the novels which... there are so many more than there are for drrr, also available to purchase, though these are hardcovers! Last time I checked they had.... around 20 translated? Since I'm more drrr side I'd have to ask about fan translations and if I can still find them around. But again I don't really condone it since we want more written you know?

Narita also has a couple other series, but the one that's my favorite besides DRRR is Etsusa Bridge (It's pronounced Essa Bridge don't make the same mistake I did. )

And i NEED more people to read that one please please please please

Unfortunately, the person who did the fan translation closed their Blogspot to the public so uh. the first 4 books, and really what is the main story, is available on the internet archive here

Though I'm saying thank you to baka-tsuki for my life by having a page of links here, which includes the 5th book, 5656 part two (NARITA..... I NEED 5656 PART 2 PLEASE...... PLEASE)

and Vamp on the internet archive here and baka-tsuki here

I also know about Hariyama-san but i don't actually know... if anyone translated that one..... Narita has also written for Bleach and Fate Strange/ Fake if you're into those. Straight up just linking this wiki page in case you have any interest in other stuff he's written

And finally! Currently, Dead Mount Death Play (often shortened to DMDP) is a manga written (or co written?) by Narita! which is currently getting an anime and all of his attention.

All that being said I've been really into Trigun lately lmao

Anyone else feel free to add on or tell me what I may be missing

[honeybummer]

"I'll Fuck The Truth Out of You" | Din Djarin x F! Oc

Series - "Beauty and the Bounty Hunter" on A03 Full chapter linked!!!

Synopsis: Din decides to fuck some information out of his bounty (Part of a series BUT! can be read as a One-shot) 6.8k words

Genre: smut, TW's: HEAVY Dub-Con

p in v sex, unprotected sex, serious Mando manhandling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Delilah winced as Mando set her down on one of the cold, metal benches inside the ship.

She leaned back, breathing heavily, trying to ignore the mess of blood staining her trousers.

Grogu let out a soft yawn from the floor and toddled over to his bassinet. With a flicker of effort, the pod floated gently behind him, and he climbed in, curling up. The pod hovered silently, then drifted toward the cockpit where Mando was already striding, all business as usual.

Delilah sighed and glanced down at her leg. The slice had been deeper than she’d thought. She gingerly peeled back some of the torn fabric, hissing at the sting of exposed skin. Great.

The ship jolted slightly as Mando pushed them into lightspeed, sending Delilah sliding sideways on the bench. She caught herself before she could tumble over, letting out an annoyed grunt. "Warn a girl next time, would you?" she muttered under her breath, though she knew he wouldn’t hear her.

A moment later, she heard his heavy boots clanging against the floor as he approached. 

“You’re dripping onto my floors.”

Suddenly, she was angry at him. Angry at everything. “This wouldn’t have happened if you gave me my saber back. I can block with it.”

“Not a very good jedi if you can’t dodge.” His tone was cold, muffled by the helmet's electronic filter.

The saber was thrown at her head, and it bounced painfully off her skull. 

“What was that for?” she cried.

Her trainer stalked forward. “And here I thought you had a way with the Force, but it looks like you’re worthless. I shouldn’t even be training you.”

She reached for the saber but it shot across the floor and into the man’s awaiting palm.

“Let’s practice your footwork.” He aimed a blaster at her. “Dodge.”

Hot tears gathered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. The memory was one she never wanted to be reminded of. 

“Fuck you,” she said to Mando. “I’m not a jedi.” She used her cloak to stop the bleeding. She winced as she pressed it into her leg, but the memory was more painful than anything.

The Mandalorian left the room. 

When he reappeared, he was holding a med kit, his helmet still fixed forward, unflinching. Without a word, he knelt down in front of her, setting the kit beside him.

Her eyes widened as he reached out and took hold of her leg, fingers gripping the fabric of her torn trousers.

“Hey, I can—” But before she could finish, he tore the fabric with one swift motion, exposing the gash. The sudden action made her gasp, her skin prickling from the cold air... and something else.

She stared down at him, her pulse quickening. “I— I can handle it,” she mumbled, more out of instinct than any real desire to stop him. But he didn’t respond, didn’t even glance up. His focus was entirely on her leg, on the wound.

“This could get infected,” he said, his voice deep, slightly muffled by the helmet, but still unyielding. “We need to take care of it now.”

He ripped her trousers more, and slipped the pant leg down her skin until her entire leg was bare.

Without warning, he removed one glove, then the other, and set them on the bench beside him. Delilah froze, her eyes immediately locking onto his hands. The skin was dark, rough in places from battle and wear, but his touch was impossibly gentle as he began to apply the bacta to her wound.

It was the first time she’d seen any part of him—any skin at all. The Mandalorian who never showed his face, who kept every inch of himself hidden beneath beskar, was touching her with bare hands.

She blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of every tiny movement he made. Her eyes traced the lines of his fingers, the calluses along his knuckles, and the way his thumb carefully spread the cooling bacta over her skin. The sensation was soothing, but the sight of his hands on her sent a different kind of shiver through her.

Sure, he had his fingers buried inside her the other day, but they were fully gloved. 

Now…they were completely bare, and inching up her thigh.

His thumb swooped up the inside of her thigh, spreading the bacta further along the long wound, and further . 

Delilah already felt it working, the quick effects numbing the pain and accelerating her healing. 

She realized she had been holding her breath and exhaled slowly, her body instinctively leaning forward as if drawn to him.

“Keep still,” he muttered, his voice a little rougher now, but not in anger. His touch, despite the authority in his words, remained gentle.

Delilah swallowed, trying to focus on something other than the electricity crackling between them. “I didn’t realize you were a medic too,” she quipped, her voice shaky.

“I’m not,” he replied flatly. “But I know how to stop you from losing a leg.”

His tone was all business, but something about the moment made it feel far more personal.

She watched him in silence, her pulse thrumming louder than the hum of the ship around them. His hands remained on her skin longer than they needed to, and when he finally pulled back, it was as if the air between them shifted, heavier, charged with unspoken words.

“Thanks,” Delilah murmured, her eyes still fixed on his hands as they hovered over her leg for a moment before he began bandaging her up.

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, his helmet tilting just slightly as if considering her. “You’ll heal,” he said, the gruffness of his voice masking something softer underneath. "But you should be more careful. That could have been worse."

“You care now, huh?”

The steel metal of his visor met her. “I need you healthy and strong.”

Delilah felt the heat of his hand on her thigh through the bandage. For whatever reason, she shuddered.

“You never told me why Gideon trusts you,” he said.

There it was again, the reminder of why she was here. She was a tool . A thing to be used. Information to be taken. 

Nothing more.

She was never anything more. 

Mando’s hands moved with precision as he finished wrapping the bandage around Delilah’s thigh, his focus steady. But just as she thought he would pull away, he did something unexpected—his hand slipped lower, down her leg, until his fingers brushed against the top of her boot.

Delilah’s breath caught in her throat, and she tensed slightly, unsure of what he was doing. He didn’t speak, just gave a small tug, loosening the boot and sliding it off with ease. His bare hand followed, removing her sock next, the cool air hitting her skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

“What are you—" she started to ask, but her words trailed off as his bare hand began to work in slow, steady movements, massaging the arch of her foot. His touch was firm but not rough, and despite herself, Delilah felt her muscles start to relax under his skilled fingers.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and she cursed herself for how good it felt, for how easily he was getting under her skin.

“I need information, Delilah,” Mando said quietly, his voice low and smooth, almost coaxing. His voice, filtered through the helmet, sounded both distant and close at the same time.

Delilah blinked, her eyes snapping open as she looked at him. His helmet gave nothing away, but his touch was still gentle, his thumb pressing into the ball of her foot in a way that sent another wave of heat rolling through her. She tried to ignore it, but her body wasn’t cooperating. 

“I already told you everything,” she replied, though her voice sounded weaker than she intended.

Mando’s fingers continued to move, now kneading the soft part of her calf, inching higher with every stroke. “You told me what you wanted me to know. Not everything.”

She bit her lip, her mind clouding as his hands worked their way up her leg. “What… what do you want to know?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping even lower, a rasp in his tone that seemed to crawl under her skin. “Why does Gideon trust you so much? What’s the real reason?” Her stomach tightened as he leaned in closer. “How did a low-level janitor get in possession of an Empire light-saber?”

Delilah’s heart raced, not just from the questions but from the way his fingers danced over her skin. She knew he was manipulating her, could feel the deliberate nature of his actions, but it was working. Damn him.

“I—” she hesitated, her body reacting to every touch as her pulse quickened. She shifted, trying to pull herself together, but Mando’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing the back of her knee, sending a jolt of something much more dangerous through her.

I could lie. Pretend.

Give him what he wants.

“You can trust me,” he said, his tone soft but insistent. “I don’t care what you’ve done. You’ve been running too long. It doesn’t have to be that way anymore.”

Or I could give in.

Delilah swallowed, her body betraying her as she felt herself sink deeper into the moment. She didn’t trust easily—especially not men—but Mando’s touch was clouding her judgment, blurring the lines between her survival instincts and the heat building inside her.

I’m tired of running. I’m so, so very tired.

His fingers moved back down her leg, back to her foot, but this time, the touch was lighter, almost teasing. “We can make this work, Delilah. No strings.”

Her breath hitched, and she glanced at him, knowing exactly what he meant. He was offering something—something primal, something that made her pulse pound in her ears.

No strings.

Her mind screamed at her to stop, to pull back before she gave away more than she intended. But her body leaned into the idea, into the warmth of his hands on her skin. 

The heat between them was undeniable now, the air thick with tension she hadn’t realized had been building.

“You think bedding me will get you the answers you want?” she muttered, though her voice lacked its usual bite. She was considering it, letting the thought curl around her, tempting her to give in.

She wondered if it was worth it. He had already proven that he could give her toe-curling, mind-shattering pleasure. Was it worth it? Giving up intel she didn’t even care about? Just to get pleasure?

Mando’s thumb pressed into a sensitive spot just below her ankle, sending another shiver up her leg. “I think you’re smarter than that,” he replied, his voice still maddeningly calm. “But if that’s what you want, then I’ll take you to my bed. I’ll ask you whatever questions I want.”

Her heart thudded in her chest, and she stared at him, trying to find a crack in his armor—figuratively, of course. But there was nothing. Just that damn helmet, his unreadable face, and those hands that were undoing her resolve piece by piece.

Delilah bit her lip, her mind whirling. She was in control—always had been. But here, in this moment, with the Mandalorian’s hands on her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Would it be so terrible?

Obviously the Mandalorian was in need of release. It got lonely in space, especially if he was also on the run. Hiding himself and protecting that strange child. 

Perhaps, he didn’t often get to bed anyone. And he needed it. Like she needed it. 

The last person she had been with was Lorin. He was one of the rebels she worked closely with. 

One day, after giving him information in person, he kissed her. She pushed him away, confused. 

Then, weeks later, she returned to the rebel base. He had apologized. She tried to forget about it. 

When she came back with more information he had kissed her again and this time she allowed it. She was lonely, too. Working on the New Republic base. Sometimes, she worked on the ships. Sometimes, she was called to different planets. 

Coming back to Lorin was…somewhat of a home.

It wasn’t long before he coaxed her into his bed. 

But, it was always quick. Fast. 

He never made her orgasm. 

And then, one day, he said he loved her. How could he love her if he never made her come? How could he love her if he never even really tried? How could that be love?

The Mandalorian had made her come without even trying. 

Perhaps, it was the situation. The scenario that heightened her arousal. The excitement of being someone’s bounty. The idea of being someone’s prisoner, of being taken—

The Mandalorian’s coarse thumb slipped in between her toes and she moaned. “Delilah,” he whispered. She wanted to feel his hot breath on her skin.

She knew if she gave in now, things between them would change.

But wasn’t that what she wanted? To escape? To forget everything else, even just for a moment?

As much as she wanted to believe that her body was hers to give freely, she couldn't ignore the power dynamics at play. She was his prisoner, and he held all the cards.

Everyone used her. She should be used to it .

Maybe, just maybe, this was all she was good for.

“I'll… tell you,” she murmured. “If you keep doing that.” Saying it made her feel like she was—somewhat—in control.

Then, without saying a word, he reached down to the waistband of her trousers and began unbuckling them. “Lift your hips.”

Delilah shuddered and did as he commanded. 

She held her breath as he tugged at the fabric, sliding her pants down over her hips and then down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Her pulse thrummed wildly as the cool air hit her skin, contrasting sharply with the heat she felt rising inside.

Her ruined pants hit the floor.

She swore he smiled under the mask. Even without seeing his face, she could feel the shift in his energy, the slight smugness in the way he worked. He knew exactly what he was doing—and she knew he wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted.

“Start talking,” he demanded. He returned his attention to her legs. His bare hands slid up her other calf now, fingers pressing into the muscles with firm, practiced strokes. Each movement sent waves of warmth through her, unraveling her defenses bit by bit.

Delilah hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she weighed her words carefully. “It didn’t start out with anything big,” she began. “At first, I gave Gideon small pieces of intel—little things that wouldn’t hurt the New Republic too much. Things like troop movements or supply routes. They were accurate, but not critical. It was a way to build Gideon’s trust without causing too much damage.”

She paused, her gaze flicking to Mando’s helmet, searching for any sign of his reaction. “Once he started believing I was reliable, I began helping him with bigger jobs. I showed him what I could do with the Force—abilities I’d kept hidden from the New Republic. They don’t know I have them. I told Gideon I had dark visions, that I felt an urge toward the dark side. That seemed to intrigue him.”

The Mandalorian pressed harder into her skin, as if this made him angry.

Delilah’s breath hitched, her mind foggy. His touch was relentless, and it was growing harder to keep her thoughts straight. “It… was a… lie, Mandalorian. Just to get him to—trust me.”

Her voice grew quieter, more breathy. “He gave me a…red lightsaber, told me to use it on the missions he sent me on. It was like a test, a way to prove my loyalty to him and to the darkness he thought I was drawn to.”

She let out a moan as he worked the muscles in her foot. 

“I’m waiting,” he said, his voice low, gravelly, and maddeningly calm.

Delilah let out a relaxed sigh. “I didn’t completely betray the New Republic. I started slipping in false information—not enough to make Gideon doubt me, but just enough to keep the New Republic safe from any serious harm.”

“Gideon is smart. He should have seen through your deceptions.” His voice was tinged with suspicion.

He worked her foot for a few minutes in silence, before moving up her leg, up her calf…

Mando’s fingers slid up her thigh now, dangerously close to her hip. Her body tensed involuntarily, caught between the pleasure of his touch and the tension of her own words.

“Then why?” he asked, his voice a smooth drawl, as if he already knew the answer but wanted her to say it. “Why does he trust you, angel?”

Delilah bit her lip, trying to ground herself in the conversation, but it was nearly impossible with the way his hands kept moving. His thumb grazed her inner thigh, and she swore she felt a tremor in her chest.

“Because…” she hesitated, glancing down at his hands as they continued to work over her skin, her breath coming out shallow. “Because I was his contingency plan.”

Mando’s fingers paused briefly before resuming their motion, slower this time, more calculated. “What kind of contingency plan?”

The way his hands roamed over her, massaging with precision, made it hard to focus. She had to fight to keep her thoughts clear, but every touch, every stroke, made it more difficult.

His bare fingers brushed over the fabric of her underwear, inching closer to her core. 

She cursed.

The Mandalorian’s thumb swept over her clit, once. “Tell me, angel. And I’ll give you this.” His thumb made another pass over her dampening underwear and she closed her eyes in embarrassment.

“What does that mean?” she asked, her tone laced with genuine curiosity. The term was unfamiliar, and she couldn't quite place its significance. “Angel?”

Mando paused for a moment, his visor reflecting the dim light of the ship's cabin. “It’s something I heard from a—” He hesitated, searching for the right words. “—a hippie on a backwater planet. He was spouting all kinds of odd stuff about 'angels' and 'the great beyond.'” He brushed against her clit again. “It’s supposed to mean otherworldly beauty. Or some nonsense.”

She writhed against his touch. He thought she had otherworldly beauty? Like another entity?

His thumb pressed down onto her clit. “ Go on .”

Delilah nodded quickly. “Gideon  needed someone who could disappear into the shadows, someone… dispensable, but still useful.” Delilah swallowed, feeling the weight of her confession. “I was a means to an end.”

She swore his movements were deliberate, meant to coax more from her—not just information, but control. She was on the verge of giving him both.

“Useful… but irreplaceable,” Mando murmured, his thumb grazing her again. “And now?”

“Now… I’m running from him. From them all. I’m done.” Her voice was almost a whisper, the weight of her words hanging in the air.

But her body betrayed her again, sinking further into his touch. She knew what he was doing—using every bit of this to his advantage, wearing down her defenses until she was laid bare before him in every way. And yet… part of her didn’t care.

He moved closer, his broad shoulders widening the stance of her legs, spreading her. His thumb began to move in slow circles, while his other hand rested on her thigh, squeezing in rhythm to his touch. 

He leaned in slightly, his voice a low rumble. “You don’t have to run alone.”

Delilah knew there was more to this than his questioning. This was a power play, a dance of control. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was losing.

But still, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into it.

“Keep doing that,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Mando’s fingers paused for just a moment, and she swore she felt a smile under his helmet before he resumed, pressing harder into her clit. His fingers danced over her, and then his index finger took over, while his thumb pressed into her entrance, just slightly. Teasing her through her soaked underwear.

“That’s why he trusts me. He thinks I’m on his side, that I’m drawn to the darkness as he is.”

The pleasure began to coil in her stomach, building and building. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder as he teased her further. 

“And why you? Why didn’t he just use another person from the New Republic?”

Delilah moaned, sinking deeper into the seat, letting him use and manipulate her. 

“I don’t know if anyone else took the call,” she admitted, moaning again. “He—didn’t tell me. Possibly— oh, fuck —because he wanted to see if false information was being…spread.”

“But, you did feed him false information. How is it that you weren’t caught?” He swirled his fingers over her faster, harder. His thumb pressed deeper into her entrance, almost slipping inside.

“I—” She moaned. “I gave him leads that worked out. Whenever the information was…wrong, I just told him…it wasn’t my fault. That I was a nobody, wasn’t enough of a higher-up, and maybe some plans had changed without…my…knowing.”

She was breathless now. 

Mando's fingers continued their rhythm, but his grip tightened, as if he were trying to force a confession from her. "You're lying again," he said, his voice a low growl. "Tell me the truth, Delilah."

She shook her head. “I’m not lying. I’m not.”

She wanted release badly. She wanted him to remove her underwear and have her completely. To treat her like the prisoner she was. 

Maker, she wanted to be used. 

To forget . 

He growled under his helmet.

“I never gave him information that could lead to any serious harm.” She gasped as her orgasm began to crest. “Gideon liked to think he was in control, but he wasn’t. He— wasn’t .”

Oh, fuck. Fuck . She was so close. 

The Mandalorian worked her harder. One of her hands went to his shoulder as her body began to shake. 

He leaned in closer, until the coldness of his helmet brushed her cheek. “Do you know where he is now?”

His thumb pressed into her skin, slipping inside her entrance just a little, through her underwear. In…and…out…

Delilah clutched onto his shoulder. “I–d–don’t…” Her body began to shake violently. He worked her entrance faster as she climbed her peak. 

A tortured groan fell from her lips as she climaxed. 

Mando’s thumb continued its rhythmic pace, feeling the throbbing of her inner walls. He used this moment to slowly slip his finger inside her, moving her underwear to the side.

Her muscles contracted around his thumb, her body flooding with pleasure as the wave hit her.

Mando held her tightly, his fingers still stroking her sensitively.

Once she came down from her peak, he slowly removed his hand from her underwear, his helmeted expression unreadable. He glanced down at her wet panties and back up at her face. "You're lying still."

She let out a shaky breath, trying to regain her composure. "I... I don't know where he is. We only met a couple of times. He would send me coordinates on the Outer Rim, and I would meet him."

Mando raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to believe that?"

"I swear!" She exclaimed, her breath still heavy from the orgasm. “Why would I lie to you? Why would I want to work for Gideon?”

He stared at her for a long moment. 

“I don’t know,” he finally responded. “But, I will fuck it out of you.”

He reached for her abruptly, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her up. Quickly crossing the room, he dropped her down onto his cot in the corner. Her breasts hit the metal harshly, the scattered blankets doing little to cushion the blow. 

Her hands came out to catch herself. She couldn’t see him, didn’t know—

She felt his bare fingers curl around her underwear and rip it down her legs. 

The pain in her leg was faint now.

“Wait—” she gasped. “I’m telling you the truth.”

Rustling sounds came behind her. Metal hit the floor. His rough hands grabbed her hips, pulling her ass flush to the edge of his cot. Her feet dangled down, barely touching the floor. 

Her hands reached out, but there was nothing to grab onto.

“Maybe I believe you. Maybe I don’t,” he answered.

Delilah's eyes widened as she felt the head of his cock pushing against her entrance.

One of his hands moved down to her clit, rubbing her gently. She felt overstimulated, her last orgasm still causing her walls to flutter.

It was as if he wanted to prepare her for his entry, as if he wanted to pleasure her while he took her roughly for his own personal needs. 

And yet… she knew she wanted it.

Delilah felt her body respond to his touch, her muscles parting to accommodate his intrusion. She was wet and ready for him, even if she wasn’t sure about his intentions.

"Mando, please," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm telling you the truth." 

Part of her was afraid. Lorin had always been fairly gentle, if not a little greedy. But, she had never been with someone as dangerous or practiced as the Mandalorian. Last time something of his was inside her he had put a gun to her head. 

What would he do this time?

The Mandalorian didn't respond, his breathing heavy as he continued to push his way deeper into her from behind.

Fuck , he was much thicker than Lorin.

Delilah's fingers dug into the dirty blanket beneath her, her knuckles turning white as she clenched them.

As she struggled to accommodate his size, she couldn't help but think that this was all wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this. 

But there was something about him, something undeniably attractive. It was like being pulled into a whirlpool, knowing the danger and yet unable to resist.

"Please," she breathed out again, this time louder. She didn’t know what she was begging for.

Mando's fingers left her clit and he gripped her hips tighter, pulling her even further onto him. The sensation intensified with every passing second, and Delilah couldn't help but moan softly, her body now fully accepting the foreign invasion.

“I’m not lying,” she moaned, her body trembling.

"Prove it," he rumbled, pulling out almost all the way, before thrusting back in with such force that it made her cry out in pain and pleasure. 

He set a slow, deep pace.

Every motion sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, yet something about it felt right. She had never been so completely under someone else's control before, and the idea was both terrifying and exhilarating.

His pace picked up.

Delilah closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sweat and metal surrounding her, the feel of Mando's rough hands on her skin. It was all too much, too intense, too real.

Her body shook violently as he began to hit a spot deep inside her, one Lorin could never reach.

"Lie still," Mando growled, his voice low and husky.

He continued to move inside her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Despite her fear, her body responded to his touch, her muscles clenching and unclenching around him. She wanted to fight it, to resist, but it was like a storm inside her, unstoppable and wild.

“Tell me about the missions you went on,” he said,voice low and dark. His fingers dug into her hips, and she felt the coolness of his lower chest plate every time he pulled her against him. 

The idea that he was fully armored, except for perhaps his hips and legs made her shiver.

“I didn’t do much,” she started, her voice breaking. Catching. With each thrust of his powerful hips.

He lifted her higher, so that he was hitting her front walls better, grinding against … fuck …something so fucking sensitive . Her stomach was barely brushing against the cot as he held her up, taking her roughly from behind. She couldn’t escape him if she tried.

"Tell me the specifics. Or do you want me to show you what it's really like to be fucked by a Mandalorian?"

Delilah shivered at the thought. She had always heard stories about Mandalorians, how fierce and brutal they were in battle. She couldn't imagine what they would be like in bed.

But she knew she didn’t want to find out.

Or… didn’t she?

He picked up the pace until it was bruising. “Okay!” she shouted. “Please, I’ll tell you.”

The Mandalorian slowed only slightly, his grip on her hips less forceful. “Tell me.”

 “I only went on three. Three missions,” she panted. “He didn’t trust me right away, but once I proved myself… that’s when things started changing.”

Mando’s grip tightened slightly on her hips as if encouraging her to continue.

“The first mission was simple.” She couldn’t but moan after every few words. “Smuggling information out of Coruscant. Some high-level intel the New Republic had. He wanted to know what they were planning, what their next steps were. I posed as a merchant, slipped into a gala they were hosting, and copied some data files. It wasn’t difficult. But… it earned me his trust.”

Moans fell from her lips as he never slowed his pace. 

How was she supposed to talk and be fucked at the same time?

It was ironic… really. 

With Lorin, sometimes she stared up at the ceiling, emotionless. Yet, with every brush of the Mandalorian’s cock against her walls, she felt like screaming . How could his touch be so different from Lorin’s? 

It made no sense.

The Mandalorian slapped her ass hard . “Continue,” he said, seething. 

She shifted, trying to relieve the pressure on her frontal walls. He did not allow her to.

“The next mission… was darker. He sent me to Felucia, to oversee some trade agreements with local warlords.” She moaned, resting her head on the metal cot, panting. 

“That one… I had to get my hands dirty. He needed me to make sure the negotiations ended in his favor, so I manipulated them, played one against the other until they were begging for Gideon’s protection.”

Delilah screamed as an orgasm came out of nowhere. 

Mando's grip on her hips tightened as her walls pulsed around his cock, milking him with each spasm. He groaned loudly.

He suddenly wrapped a hand around her front, and slipped under her sweaty tank top. He kneaded her breasts roughly. 

Then, he lifted her front, so her back was pressed against the cold metal of his chest plate. He continued pounding into her from behind with a brutal pace.

"Tell me the third," he growled, his voice a low rumble against her skin. The metal of his helmet was against her cheek.

Delilah’s face contorted. She couldn’t take much more. She had already orgasmed twice, and he was still going. 

Sex with Lorin usually lasted a minute. 

It felt like the Mandaloran had been fucking her for an eternity. 

She grasped at his armored arm, trying to push him off, but he didn’t stop. 

And—fuck—why didn’t she want him to?

He was dangerous.

"The third mission… Gideon sent me to Kessel to retrieve a highly classified weapon that the New Republic had been developing." Her voice was barely audible, lost in the world of pleasure and pain that engulfed her. "It was a suicide mission, and he knew it. But he also knew that I was the only one who could do it."

She screamed again, her walls fluttering around him painfully. He didn’t stop. 

His fingers pinched her nipple and she groaned.

"We were ambushed," she panted, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies moving together. "The New Republic had been monitoring his every move. Partly my fault. I sent an anonymous tip that he was going to be there. I—was the only one who managed to escape."

The Mandalorian's grip on her hips tightened again, as if he was trying to imprint himself onto her memories. "Did you get the weapon for him? Or did you allow the New Republic to win?"

She didn’t want to tell him.

He pounded into her deeper, and his hand on her breasts moved to encircle around her throat. “Tell. Me .”

"Yes... yes, I did," she gasped, her body trembling with the aftermath of another orgasm. “I had to give him the weapon or he was going to kill me.”

He cursed, and his breath became ragged, as if he was close to release. “What was this weapon?”

“I— fuck —it was a Force-suppressing device.”

The movement of the Mandalorian’s hips stopped entirely. 

The reprieve was welcome.

His voice was much darker as it came out, gravely and modulated, like the sound of stones dragging against each other. “What?”

Delilah took this chance to suck in deep breaths. 

“He said he was hunting for ways to control Force-sensitive beings. He needed it for some personal project,” Delilah panted. 

His cock twitched inside of her. She writhed, trying to remove it from her body so that she could lay back down onto the cot. 

The Mandalorian kept her in his beskar grasp, tightening his grip on her throat until she could barely breathe.

She wasn’t expecting the Mandalorian’s voice to come out more threatening than she had ever heard it. “What personal project?”

She writhed more, not understanding why he seemed so angry. She was telling him the truth. 

“He was hunting for someone… I assumed one of the Jedi of the past. Someone who threatened him. The device was meant to harm them, to prevent them from using their Jedi powers. So, he could control them for his own use.” She was still panting, but her body was beginning to relax. “He said the device could manipulate the Jedi, make them submit.”

The Mandalorian was awfully still behind her.

“You helped him get this device? Rather than let the New Republic keep it?”

“Wh–what?”

And suddenly, it all made sense to her. Why Gideon had been so adamant that she did not fuck up that mission. 

Why the Mandalorian was so angry. 

She used to believe Gideon wanted to use the device on her. To keep her loyal to him. But, she never showed him any reason to be unfaithful. And she wasn’t that powerful. Not enough for him to care. 

Now, she knew the real target.

And it was currently sleeping in the cockpit of the Mandalorian’s ship. 

The little green child. 

This baby the Mandalorian was so protective over. 

And she had given Gideon a way to control it. To turn it into a weapon for the dark side.

“Shit,” she gasped. “Listen—Mando—”

He thrust her back down onto the cot. Forcefully. 

He dragged his cock through her walls and then pushed back into her. Hard.

The Mandalorian began a brutal, forceful pace. He was punishing her now. Actually punishing her. 

And she deserved it. Deserved all the pain he could give her.

He loved that child. That was obvious.

Delilah let out a pained cry, her eyes watering. He was going too fast, too hard. She tried to push him off, but it was delayed. He was too strong.

He fisted his hand into her hair. “You helped him get his hands on a weapon like that? Yet, you say you’re loyal to the rebels?”

She whimpered, her body contorting under the brutality he was subjecting her to. "Wrong place— wrong time. I—didn’t know—”

“You didn’t know he meant to use it on an innocent child?” His voice was scary, like thunder rolling across the sky, and he started moving faster, punishing her even more so.

“I’m sorry.” She was sobbing, her tears falling onto the thin blankets underneath her.

He pounded into her harder, his resolve more firm than ever. The fact that she willingly helped Gideon surely only made the Mandalorian’s loathing for the man grow, and she was the vessel for his anger.

She was always in the wrong place at the right time. 

She meant nothing to him. She was his prisoner. He didn’t care about her. 

He might have felt some pity for her before, but now he was angry. And they were alone in space. With no one watching. 

He could brutalize her without reprimand. And then again, who would care?

A line of people could rape her and no one would care. 

She was an enemy to the New Republic. 

Trash.

She was just an apparatus to be used. For this Mandalorian to take his anger out on. 

And she deserved it.

And her body…

Liked it.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her eyes squeezing shut as he continued his assault. 

But her words only fueled the Mandalorian's fire. There was obviously no forgiveness in his mind for her betrayal. The child, his child , was in danger because of her.

“You’re sorry ?" he hissed. 

“Yes!” she screamed, her walls squeezing him tightly as she neared another climax.

And another.

And another.

Delilah's orgasms became a blur, her body writhing in uncontrollable spasms. Mando's thrusts became more erratic, more primal, as rage consumed him.

How was he doing this to her? How was her body continuing to feel pleasure?

Why wasn’t he coming yet? 

Maybe he wasn’t aroused at all, and he just wanted to punish her.

Loud squelching noises filled the air as her own release began to drip down her thighs.

Her walls stretched to accommodate him, clinging tightly as he pushed deeper, parting them with a relentless determination. The intense pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, creating a heady rush of sensation that left her breathless.

He was stretching her walls to their limit. She had never been so relentlessly fucked before.

She had to get it all to stop, before she passed out in a puddle of desire.

“Please,” she whispered, her body giving up. Her eyes closed as her face pressed against the hard cot. She could barely hold herself up. 

His powerful hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head back. “You will never do anything to hurt my child again. Do you understand me ?” He growled.

She attempted to nod. 

‘Fuck, fuck, f-fuck. ” He slammed into her one last time, owning her completely, claiming her as his own. Loud groans fell from his mouth, distorted by his helmet. And then, he stilled.

His cock twitched for a lengthy amount of time, and she felt his seed surge inside of her. She shivered involuntarily, feeling violated and yet oddly turned on at the same time.

She knew that she could never experience such pleasure again without feeling the pain of his anger.

He pulled out and she felt his release dripping down her red, sore thighs. It dripped and dripped, slipping down her legs and plopping onto the floor.

She should care that he spilled his release inside her. She wasn’t protected. 

And yet, all she could do was pant as she collapsed.

The rustling of clothes and armor came from behind her and she turned her head to watch him. She had to make sure he wasn’t grabbing a weapon to finish her off. 

The Mandalorian was fastening his pants closed, and the rest of him was still covered. 

She tried to sit up but flinched at the pain between her legs. He had been rough, too rough. 

She winced, but no words came out. She could not blame him, though. She had helped Gideon, had willingly helped the enemy. Even if it was a power move. To save her own skin.

Delilah knew her actions would hurt somebody. Everytime she helped Gideon, she knew someone was getting hurt. But, wasn’t it for the greater good?

She had slipped anonymous messages to the New Republic about Gideon. Multiple .

They had killed several of his forces. Weakening the evil man. 

Didn’t that count for something?

Or was she just a useless joke? Aiding a war?

“Fuck,” the Mandalorian hissed. His helmet was aimed at her, and he was looking between her legs. 

Delilah shifted so that she could see what he was looking at. 

Her eyes fixed on the spot where his release had dripped down her legs. It was…cloudy and tinged with red, like blood. Like the blood she had shed for this war.

She had never bled after sex. Not even after her first time. 

Her body began to tingle.

The Mandalorian cursed again and then he angrily tossed her a med pack. He strolled over, pushed her legs inside the cot and then slammed the hatch closed. 

Darkness swallowed her whole as she heard him lock it.

[phr3ia]

Resonance (Jiyan x Fem!Reader x Calcharo) [Chapter 4 : Reminisce]

[At the hospital...]

"How are you feeling?" Jiyan asked, his gaze fixed on you while you stared blankly at the ceiling. Your body was wrapped in bandages as you lay in the cozy hospital bed. "I'm fine, I guess?" you nonchalantly replied. Jiyan couldn't discern the thoughts occupying your mind at that moment, but he was certain that you were deep in contemplation. You were not only reflecting on the recent battle you had fought but also on the faces of the people that Calcharo had killed. You believed their deaths were unnecessary, as you could have imprisoned them, but the Leader of The Hounds remained unforgiving. You felt somewhat relieved that the issues around Huanglong were not caused by the real Hounds. However, you disapproved of Calcharo's methods, particularly his approach to handling situations that involved killings. But, you couldn't ignore the fact that mercenaries are still considered as criminals. Despite years of surveillance on the Ghost Hounds, you have been unable to obtain any evidence linking them to the deaths of certain aristocrats. You were aware that engaging these mercenaries in a contract would come at a significant cost. Only individuals of substantial wealth could persuade Calcharo to agree. Nevertheless, nothing changed—the Ghost Hounds remained at the top of your list of investigations.

"You know what's the only smart thing you've done today?" Jiyan raised an eyebrow, breaking the silence in the room. You furrowed your brows and cast a questioning gaze at Jiyan.

"That you refrained from pointing your sword at the Leader of the Ghost Hounds." Jiyan remarked. "Tch. I could have easily dealt with him if I hadn't been caught off guard." You responded, feeling frustrated. Deep down, you were aware of his strength, and the disparity in your abilities was glaringly evident. "I fought him once, two years ago while conducting surveillance around Norfall Barrens." Jiyan admitted. "He's not someone you want to mess with." Jiyan always acknowleded individuals with exceptional strength, whether they were allies or foes.

"I want you to understand that he's a master at what he does." His gaze lingered on you.

Suddenly, Jiyan's Pangu Terminal vibrated, signalling an incoming message. He glanced at the gadget, reading it before facing you. 

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~ Pangu Terminal SMS ~

From : Major Yue Xiu

"General, a logistical error has occurred at one of our bases. It is a pressing issue that demands your immediate attention."

~ End ~

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Jiyan stood up and reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I will have Lieutenant Qiang from the Rearguard accompany you back to the city after you finish here. I'll speak with you after you've had a good rest and..." He began to say, but paused. Jiyan's Pangu Terminal vibrated again; a second message. "...Rest well, Y/N." Jiyan finished with a lingering look, tucking you in before stepping out of the room. 

Lieutenant Qiang from the Rearguard had arrived, and Jiyan caught up with him in the hallway. "Lieutenant Qiang. Please take care of Madam Secretary and escort her back to her place once they have finished examining her. She's recovering from some minor injuries, so be gentle." The General instructed. Once Qiang nodded, Jiyan retreated to attend to the problem they had at their base.

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[A week later - Somewhere in Huang Long...]

"Y/N   L/N, Secretary of The Department Of Justice." Calcharo murmured quietly as he observed the information on his Pangu Terminal. Perched on a boulder near his camp, he allowed the moon's gentle light to cast a luminous glow around him, his long silver hair danced in harmony with the gentle breeze that swept through the air.

"Hn." he smirked, finding amusement in the unexpected information he just learned. Calcharo couldn't help but be intrigued, despite his initial wariness of her intentions. His business dealings, no matter how unsavory, never interfered with the Capital's Justice System. His eyes scanned over your image, a cold, calculated look in his gaze. Calcharo couldn't shake off the battle's memory of fighting alongside you, the chilling blaze of your flames, and the sinister dance of his lightning.

"She had quite the title." He thought, his silver gaze flitting to the camp behind him. The Ghost Hounds were having dinner, the soft murmurs of their voices reaching his ears. Calcharo strode back to his camp, the moon continued to shed its mysterious light upon his stoic face, casting an eerie shadow that taunted the stillness of the night. He was a man whose actions shaped the winds of fate. As for you, your entry into his world would undoubtedly shape the currents of the future.

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"Are you ready?" Jiyan asked as he waited for you in the living room. "Yes." you answered, closing the door behind you. He wasn't on patrol today, and since it was your day off, he took the opportunity to invite you out for lunch. Come to think of it, you can't even recall the last time you shared a meal. You need to do something to make it up to him. You've been causing him too much stress since last week.

Reflecting on everything that had happened made you frown.

"Are you okay?" he asked, holding the front door open for you, just like the gentleman he always was.

"I'm fine." you reassured him with a slow nod as you took a deep breath. Walking by Jiyan's side felt a bit awkward, like you were going on a date. This used to be your usual routine when you were younger, so you shouldn't be feeling this way. But why does it all feel so strange now? You feel like there's something different between the two of you, but you can't quite pinpoint what it is.

It's not every day you get to be by another man's side beside your staff. Jiyan's arm gently touched yours as he steered you down the road to the restaurant. That touch felt like an electric current that ran through your veins. It even sent a quiver through your chest. You were torn between rejecting it and enjoying the warmth it brought, but you couldn't deny it felt nice. Although you don't want to continue feeling this way because it's weirding you out, so you made an effort to push it aside.

"Jiyan." you started, halting both of you mid-walk. You looked up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes dark with a hint of sincerity. "I don't want to be reckless in the future. I apologize for not notifying you about my actions last week. I'll consult you on my next moves, okay?"

He gave a soft smile. "It's okay. I was just worried about you. You know it's not my intention to micromanage you, Y/N. Just take good care of yourself, alright?" Jiyan's posture became less rigid, and you couldn't help but let out a defeated sigh.

"I'll make sure everything's communicated with you in advance, Jiyan. Promise." You solemnly swore to work together with Jiyan next time.

Jiyan's eyes sparkled with relief, taking a deep breath. "You have my trust, Madam Secretay. Don't you ever doubt that." His resolute gaze was one of reassurance.

[At Panhua's Restaurant]

"Are you finally going to place an order, or are you going to spend another hour staring at the menu?" Jiyan nonchalantly asked, a bored expression on his face as he rested his cheeks on the palm of his hands, patiently waiting for you to make a decision.

"T-There are so many choices!" you exclaimed, unable to hide the excitement on your face. Despite living in the Capital for over ten years, you rarely dine out. You usually spend your days off indoors, just resting. "I remember the last time we ate here, Ms. Panhua only had five dishes on her menu!"

"When was it?" you thought to yourself. This made you realize how seldom you and Jiyan saw each other after being promoted to your current positions.

"How about we order the Spicy Braised Pork Belly? That was one of your favorites back then." Jiyan's eyes reflected a sense of nostalgia as he suggested.

"I... I still love it." you admitted, recalling how the slightly spicy dish used to soothe your appetite. "What about you, Jiyan?" Your question made him pause for a while, prompting you to reminisce about the first time you ever ate here together.

"Hey, do you remember the first time we ate here and I asked you what you wanted to eat, and you just told me to surprise you?" you flashed him a smile, the corners of Jiyan's lips curving upward. "And that surprise turned out to be the best meal I've ever had in Jinzhou." he said, smiling back at you. "We're both in our last year of training. We came here to celebrate the day before we graduated." Jiyan's eyes shimmered as he reminisced, a hint of fondness in his voice. "Your excitement level is still the same, even after all these years."

As Jiyan and you waited for our meals, both of you noticed a couple holding hands at the next table.

You watched them for a while, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to live a normal life without the weight of the nation resting on your shoulders. However, you were unsure of what Jiyan was thinking at that moment.

As both of you shifted your eyes from them, Jiyan and you found yourselves unintentionally locked in a gaze with each other. You don't know why, but you felt a sudden wave of embarrassment, prompting you to quickly avert your gaze to the side, which he also did.

You could vividly see Jiyan's cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when your eyes met. You busied yourself by fiddling with the napkin, wishing the floor would swallow you right then and there, just to avoid the awkwardness. The thought crossed your mind, "is Jiyan... shy? Was he thinking the same thoughts?"

The nervousness somewhat subsided as the waitress placed your dishes before you. The enticing aroma of the Spicy Braised Pork Belly filled your senses. Jiyan picked up his chopsticks immediately, but you couldn't move.

"Y/N?" Jiyan finally noticed your pensive state, his tone concerned.

"Hm.."  You shook your head, snapping back to the present. This made Jiyan chuckled lightly.

With shaky fingers, you reached for the dish. It was like your earlier embarrassment never happened as your conversation went back to its usual business-like nature. Jiyan had a way of keeping things professional between both of you, even while enjoying your meal, which you appreciated. You took a scoop of rice onto your chopsticks, connecting the rice with the tender pork belly. Jiyan's eyes met yours as he chewed, and you could see the satisfaction in his gaze. You both loved the dish as much you we did back then. After swallowing, Jiyan raised his teacup in a silent toast.

"To holding each other accountable, Madam Secretary." Jiyan's voice was heavy, but with a hint of hope. You obliged by raising your teacup in response.

"To being a team, General." Your declaration echoed, the two cups clinking gently before you savoured the tea.

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End Of Chapter 4 🥀...

[monkie-theory]

Monkie Kid Season 5 Theory

SPOILERS FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T WATCHED THE ENGLISH DUB OF THE SEASON 4 SPECIALS OF MONKIE KID, PLEASE WATCH VIA THE LINK I HAVE PROVIDED BEFORE READING ALL OF THIS. THANK YOU!!!

After seeing the Season 4 specials, thanks to this person on Youtube (and here's the link to watch said video), and knowing that Season 5 is being recorded currently. I couldn't help but catch this snippet of dialogue from a couple scenes...leading me to believe that the real antagonist of Monkie Kid is....

The Seven Kings of the Underworld (plus King Yama) and/or The Underworld is facing corruption.

Now hear me out, that's a lot to take in so let me explained.

During part four of the special, when Sun Wukong, MK, and Azure are talking about who could have let him out, Wukong lets out a lot of information at once, especially about Azure and the brotherhood's imprisonment. (By the way, this scene, the VAs did an amazing job of pulling each word with the animation together beautifully)

The exact words I want to talk about is this large snippet of dialogue between Azure and Sun Wukong:

SWK: "Azure just stop, okay? You've won. You're going to destroy us just like you wanted. Us and the entire universe."

Azure: "No this is not what I wanted, I can still fixed this! I-I-It's the whole reason I'm here at all!"

SWK: "Wait how are you here?"

Azure: "What? What kind of question is that? You know exactly-"

SWK: "No, here and now. I put you in the Underworld myself! How'd you get out? How'd you get the scroll? I know for a fact you didn't steal it. You couldn't have-"

Azure: "I...I don't know. I-I was..."

SWK: "Azure, who gave you that scroll? Because whoever it was they must have known this would happen, wanted this to happened, and they used you to do it."

Okay, now I want to point out some key components from here, especially on Sun Wukong's side of the dialogue.

Sun Wukong states that he put Azure in the Underworld, and from S4, we can now fully tell that the scroll is from the Underworld (I'll explain that later). So how could the whole kingdom of the Underworld, which is known to be pretty meticulous over its citizens, let one of them mysteriously disappear without reporting it to the head honcho, Jade Emperor, or get that soul back? They went to Jade Emperor for Monkey King; why not Azure?

This didn't add up, so I kept this detail in mind while I finished watching the special (which is amazing, please watch it); that's when I came across something that solidified the small inkling that the Underworld has something to do with this whole mess....

After the beach scene we are transported to the very beginning of the story, well the first scene of S4. Which begins with this dialogue from a mysterious person who says...

"There will of course, be an inquiry into how the scroll of memory was stolen in the first place and what is to be done now that the Jade Emperor has been dethroned. The Universe is perilously close to tipping into chaos if it comes to light that any of this party were involved, you can believe that the consequences will be dire. But only a fraction of a price compared to what will come to pass should you succeed."

This creepy dialogue also shows something even more interesting, but I want to talk about how this dialogue says some keywords. Especially how the scroll of memory was "stolen" but not at all who was at fault (like who gave it to Azure), which would be the first thing on someone's radar when something is stolen. But they go on to state that if any of this "party" were involved with such a scheme, they would be punished.

I mean, dethroning a powerful deity by using a puppet would be kinda of treasonous huh?

But when the mysterious dude said "that any of this party..." something caught my eye.

Now if you know the legend of Monkey King and Journey to the West, you would know that there are seven lords of the Underworld with king Yama. Now count how many people are in the circle....

There are eight people in that circle all wearing the same clothing as though they all are apart of the same job and/or world. These are the same people who sealed up the scroll of memory, if you could see the details of the armor of each person in the circle you would see the similarities between the scroll of memory sealing scene and this one.

Which is why I believe the scroll of memory was in the underworld, the same place that the monkey king stated that he sent Azure Lion to.

Not only that, but who else could have gotten Azure the scroll of memory without the Heavens or Monkey King know automatically? It would be some powerful magic, almost as powerful as Lady Bone demon.

Before I state another theory that includes Lady Bone Demon, I also want to add that Lady Bone Demon's look, color palette-wise, looks very similar to the underworld's color palette. Blue, silver, purple, etc. the only difference being white and black. Plus LBD seems to have pulled Macaque from the dead, which is something that the Underworld has a history of being kinda of not happy about.

Now I believe that LBD was similiar to Azure Lion but different, she wasn't a puppet but someone who used to be a part of the underworld before splitting off in her own view of Destiny. (We all know where that ended up anyway....) The similarities of power, the details of each glyph that each party uses is a very creepy coincidence but as I always say:

I don't believe in Coincidences, all of these weird details are leading me to believe that King Yama's domain is either facing corruption or is plotting the tipping point of chaos to consume the universe. Either way, the Underworld is at fault for all of what happened in S4.

At least that's just a theory....

A MONKIE THEORY.

Thanks for reading!

[destinygoldenstar]

Responding To Ninjago Hot Takes (Round One)

Hey, remember the post I made asking people for Ninjago Hot Takes?

No?

Links here

I said I was gonna respond to some, so well, here we are. I’ll just do a post per hot take, cause some of these I have way too much to say, and I want to shout out people who made these in the first place. (Please support these people, even if you don’t agree with what they said.)

I’m going to repeat this for every post: I’m going to approach these hot takes in two ways: How hot I think they are as takes, and whether or not I agree with the take. Know that I’m just using both of these to reflect on others opinions, which is always fun to see, and I will try to be as respectful as possible to the person. (You guys be respectful too) And as always reblog some of your hot takes in either this post or the other one, preferably the other one.

So I’m gonna go from oldest reblog and onward.

@favesgrave

They said:

‘i might get burnt at the stake for saying this but i think llorumi is the straight version of catradora (disclaimer: i don't like either ships)’

‘harumi manipulates lloyd, toys with him, tries killing him and his friends multiple times, yadda yadda yadda, but eventually turns good (i cant remember how or why i havent watched crystallized in a while)’

‘catra does the same exact thing to adora!!! and also nearly destroys the world and is the reason glimmer's mom is dead and everyone's chill with that??? but then at the end catra comes out with the "i love you i always have!!!!" and everything's okay’

‘yeah harumi and lloyd dont get together at the end but people sure ship them still’

Yeah. I definitely agree with this.

For me, the whole point of this ship was that it was a toxic ship in the Oni Trilogy. You’re SUPPOSED to say ‘Yeah, this will never work and this is unhealthy’.

And I loved hating it for that reason. These two characters became such good rivals as a result. And it definitely makes you hate Harumi for all the personal torment she’s done to Lloyd. Toying with his feelings, turning his father against him, forcing him to watch his friends supposedly DIE?!?

Like, I was so angry when Sons of Garmadon ended on a cliffhanger (because I was unused to change and was an idiot). I was furious that this lady got away with all of it!

The point of the ship was that it was a lie and she’s toying with him. Like, convince me in any way that Lloyd is not the victim here.

BUUUUUT then Crystalized came in as a pure fan service season that decided to fix something that was NOT BROKEN.

I usually appreciate the writers actually taking time to listen to criticism and attempting to take it to heart and fix issues audiences had in later installments. (Not everything, but what can you do?) It’s why I can respect the shows heart more than anything else. They care about their audience and are willing to admit when they messed up somewhere.

There were people who demanded that Harumi be redeemed though, and honestly, I think listening to those people was a bad call. Because it only ruined the entire character.

I wouldn’t say it ruined Sons of Garmadon and Hunted for me, but yeah, the best headcanon I can think is that Harumi got possessed or something when she was revived cause she is just flat out not the same character in this season.

I think what got to me the most was that she did not EARN redemption or convince me in any way.

The big thing that redeemed her was a few moments where she doubted her place and Lloyd’s fate, and realizing the Overlord made the snake that killed her family. The latter is the big thing that makes her switch sides and attack the Overlord. Which, that could’ve easily been read as self preservation. But no it’s ‘her switching sides’.

We don’t even get an aftermath for her switching sides. Lloyd just says “She’s on our side now” and nothing else is done. She doesn’t even apologize! For goodness sake!

Like yeah, I can definitely understand people being angry at this.

Lloyd went out of his way to help his abuser. Someone who destroyed his life at one point and gave him PTSD from all of that. PTSD that prevented him from stepping out of his friend group and trusting others for a long time. And they treat it like the problem was that Lloyd didn’t consider ‘how to redeem her’. No. The burden is NOT on you to make things right in this scenario. The burden is on THEM.

So yes. I can definitely agree with this. I guess the only thing is that maybe it could’ve worked if there was another draft involved in the editing room, and I can’t deny it was good in the Oni Trilogy.

Idk how spicy of a take this is. Because I’ve seen others say the same things I’m saying. So I don’t think this take is all that unpopular. I’ve seen it everywhere all the time. But I guess to Llorumi shippers it’s a hot take.

I’ll give you a 4 for the Spiciness.

I’ll give you an 8 for the Agreement.

Anyone else want to say your hot takes? Reblog them on the original post!

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

Download 8/8/24

Link that takes you to the download page

The people who made the version of essentials I'm using stopped with the Pokedex numbering after Gen 2, and some of the ones that are there are just messed up. Like Caterpie's regional dex number is 10, but it's national dex number was 24.

When I changed the regional dex number to 13 and tested it, it did show that it's regional dex number is 13, but the national dex number is 10, which is what order in the Pokemon.txt file it's in.

I don't understand the point of the second number if their internal number is going to be the national dex number anyway. (But I was going to do it that way anyway, so it works out I guess.)

Sooo besides most Legendaries, I think the only Pokemon not available in the game that are coded in are Brionne, (Kalani's first Pokemon,) Torkoal, Unown and Cryogonal. I might just sneak those last three in the cave at some point. (I'll think about it.)

Because I can't fucking debug I can't actually fucking guarantee that any of these changes actually happened, but,

Pokemon:

-Finished the regional dex. (Maybe.) Some of the ones that will only be in the national dex might not have a blank entry. (And I might have forgotten some.)

If you're wondering why some of the last Pokemon in the dex are normal, everyday Pokemon, it's because I forgot to include those in the original list. (This includes evolutions. I somehow forgot that Whismur is a three stage Pokemon, for example.)

I might renumber them sometime. Might.

-Lowered the level Komuno needs to be at to learn Swords Dance from 36 to 30 and added "Iron Tail" to it's moveset.

+Added a new legendary Pokemon when it's own event. I'm not going to tell you how to activate it, though.

+Filled every map that I wanted to have wild Pokemon with said wild Pokemon. (So far.)

Misc:

-Redid the "trading chain" thing. I wanted the traded Pokemon to be ones that you can't get in the game until way later, but I kept adding Pokemon in the wild, including those who were in the chain.

I'm going to have almost every one of these Pokemon available in the wild right before the Elite 4 just in case you got rid of one without breeding it first. (All but the last one.)

-I decided to cut Communa Village from the chain thing. I like what I did with it and since Communa Village isn't a "main" town anyway I figured that I'd just have that trade be separated from the chain.

She'll now give you a Klefki for a Smeargle.

Glitches and oversight fixes. MAYBE.:

-Apparently one of Umeko's events (I hope I got the right one. All I was told was "the broken one") would ignore the "don't fucking turn this switch on anymore" switch and repeat itself, so I attempted to fix it.

I never had these problems when I fucked around with MV. 'Just saying.

I also didn't have debugging problems when I could use the version that isn't the Steam version of XP. 'Just fucking saying.

-Some people just can't get to the two Route 3 maps for some fucking reason, (even though it doesn't happen on my end) so I have teleporting tiles between them now.

Blog:

-Added that same forgetful Pokedex explanation on the "glitches and oversights" page.

[sonicasura]

Persona 5: Ramón's Comeback

I wasn't going to leave this post alone especially since I began playing Persona 5 Royal. Do know keeping up with multiple social links puts a dent in your wallet to make maxing them out easier. I'll delve into that later though as it's time expand on this concept.

Ramón appears in the world of Persona 5 after CLH Season 1 events come to a close and halfway through Kamoshida's Palace. For how he ends up there... You can say his heart cried out and something answer the call.

The Castle of Lust Palace definitely isn't a place Ramón wanted to wake up in. You can predict his reaction to what seems to be teenagers being constantly tortured or the obviously inappropriate decor. Thus the Phantom Thieves next infiltration turns into a run-in with a furious Ramón using real tommy guns on Shadows.

(For any oblivious Rayman fans, the action in Persona 5 takes place within the Metaverse. A realm of cognition where someone sees or thinks can become very real. Like realistic fake weapons being able to function similar to the real deal. Palaces are a dimension created when someone's heart becomes heavily distorted and their behavior turns very dangerous in the real world.)

Believing they could help each other, Ren/Joker convinces the Thingamajig to come with them. An arrangement that leads Ramón to join the Phantom Thieves. Since he doesn't have a Persona, the Limbless uses various gadgets to aim for Shadow weakpoints. Ramón's codename will be Enigma as that what he is. Now he has three reasons in why he joined the Phantom Thieves.

The first one is to keep the group from getting into a mess they can't get. Every member of the Phantom Thieves are children who are still trying to find their path in life. He also the only(non-Persona) adult that can help them out in both worlds without drawing a crowd.

The second is to find a way back to Eden. Even though this world's better than the dystopian nightmare he calls home, there are things Ramón has to do. He can't risk losing the only chance to fix Eden's corrupt society especially since his imposter is still on the loose.

The true reason however is redemption. Even if Ramón wasn't directly involved, his obliviousness to Eden's true nature had hurt so many innocent people. He CHOSE to look ignore the red flags and share their propaganda until Bullfrog showed him the ugly truth. If protecting these kids and changing the hearts of the corrupt is something he needs to do then Ramón accepts.

That doesn't mean the Thieves nor their Personas are gonna leave him alone. It isn't hard to see how broken Ramón is. Just like them, he is someone who also became an outcast to society and bears a tale just as tragic.

Thus Ramón gets dragged into so many shenanigans. Whether it be heavily dressed up to walk in public or passed around houses so he always has a roof under his head. Ramón does help which member he's staying with in some way. The Limbless is usually a tutor since Ann and Ryuji aren't the only ones who need help when it comes to their grades.

Sojiro does let him stay after he finds out about the group's identity although it took sometime to get used to Ramón's peculiar appearance. Can't forget a good chunk of older Ren/Joker's Confidants that get dragged in once he maxes them out. Ramón and Iwai would be a terror together though.

Also considering he's an adult, the man always gets dragged in more mature conversations with the team's Persona. Ramón absolutely butts heads with Carmen on multiple occasions and ain't afraid to call her a broad. She thinks its hilarious though thus teases the hell out of him.

Do not leave Ramón alone with Captain Kidd as those two probably have a drinking contest. The Limbless needs to work on handling his liquor healthily if his bad days are proof. And sailors love their booze.

Ramón is a sad drunk kind of guy to me. Thus Arseńe listens to his liquor fueled sorrows and tends to bring tea or water so the hangover isn't harsh. Any info about Ramón's life is heavily filtered since 'cow sushi' is a bit much for their minds.

Zorro makes sure the Limbless doesn't get in over his head. Ramón tends to be quite hotheaded and the Persona knows what trouble can come with unstable emotions. Someone had to keep Morgana out of trouble when it was just them.

The more he helps the group, Ramón will slowly grow alongside them. Forming bonds he never thought would happen and come to terms with his inner demons. It is only when Ramón learns to accept himself completely shall his own Persona emerge.

When it comes to the Arcana, he represents the Aeon Tarot. Fitting since the negative side to this is ignoring the truth and accept corruption like he done as Eden's newcaster. The more Ren/Joker strengthens his bond with the Thingamajig, he'll gain abilities which revolve around combat items alongside counter based techniques.

Ramón's Persona shall be the Almighty Element Augustus, specifically James Augustus Hickey the father of Indian Journalism. My personal take on what his entry could be.

'A pioneer of Indian journalism, James Augustus Hickey launched the Bengal Gazette from Calcutta in 1780. Augustus' writings commented on the inefficiency of the British administration in India. His newspapers served as watchdogs against those in power thus influencing contemporary thought and awoke civic consciousness among the people.'

Things are definitely gonna ramp up since Ramón will gain the abilities that his videogame persona acquired with every Palace he conquers. Our group of high schoolers are about to have a powerful and quite protective parental figure. Also if he could, you know Ramón definitely adopt certain thieves when those moments arrive.

That's all for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you in the crossroads between Leblanc and Eden.

[mjm5655]

SHIPPING INFORMATION

this post is honestly going to be half a headcanon, & just half general stuff i require for shipping on this blog, since majima is literally my first muse ( i have mostly wrote villains & animal characters in the past ) that can actually develop into having romantic relationships. i'll likely be linking this under shipping in my rules so it's easily accessible in the future.

it should be noted first that majima is a very dangerous man, in most of his canon verses, he is yakuza, & even verses where he is not yakuza a good majority of the time, he's still got that vibe to him ; he'll still smash a dude's head in if it called for it. he's also an enforcer in the yakuza, which is the type of yakuza that will carry out punishments, & even hits. this can make him a huge target to others, & his loved one can end up getting in this kind of mess too if they are discovered.

going off the previous, later on, when he has really established his family, he is considered the reigning force of the tojo clan, the chairman, daigo even has a lot of respect for majima, & tends to lean on him for advice, but anyway, his family consists of several thousand men, & maybe some women here & there. not all of them are outright yakuza, some are construction workers, some run clubs, but a good majority of them are yakuza. it is shown in the first yakuza mainly that majima has no issue punishing & killing any of his men that step out of line, & i would consider this still goes for the later verses too ! he is quite aggressive. but this is another thing that will have other clans going for his head, knowing he's the reigning force of the tojo clan, they realise this will be a big hit to the tojo clan if they were able to land a hit on majima, & were successful with it, likewise, his loved ones could be targeted to draw him out.

saying all this, majima is very soft toward women, he has a huge soft spot for them considering how scary of a yakuza he is, some women he goes with might not agree with this, & want to try & fix him, but honestly, hate to break it to you, there is no fixing him, this is the way he is, he would sooner want to break up if he felt he was going to be as controlled. generally, if a relationship is to go well with majima, this is something his partner will just have to accept, that it's a part of him.

if the partner can accept this fact, he is extremely protective, for example, if anyone even looks at his partner in the wrong way, they are walking on thin ice around majima. majima is very much willing to kill to protect the one he loves.

i headcanon majima to be heteroflexible, this means he mostly does prefer women, but he can be attracted to other men, there is dialogue that he says as goromi which reveals this, & also more dialogue when he's in a dirty dvd store ( where he discovers videos of naked buff men "wrestling" & seems into it ).

he does have his tastes when it comes to men, he really only likes strong, as in buff men, he wouldn't be interested in men who aren't, & he tends to really only want to have flings with men, nothing really serious, just a bit of fun.

as for women, he can be a bit of the polar opposite here, he really likes any kind of woman, he's not picky when it comes to his type of woman. though, he does have a preference to those he considers cute.

now just some general rules when it comes to shipping here !

i will only ship our muses if there is enough ooc plotting involved. i'm not into pre-established shipping, or just shipping on the fly, i prefer there's some development in the threads as well as plotting ooc for it.

majima has various different verses, his age range in them are 20-54. i would normally set him in a verse whereas there is not a large age gap between the two.

i do not outright roleplay fluffy stuff, so don't expect a lot of it.

smut may be written, but i will require there to be a lot of plotting involved, this just won't happen if no plotting, i choose to not write it in threads, i prefer doing so in asks only.

i don't like to write anything involving pregnancy. if our muses have kids, it's either via adoption, or we skip that part of the roleplay entirely. majima has kind of hinted at wanting kids in the series, so it is something that would otherwise have the chance of popping up but i would not write the pregnancy part & i ask people to at least respect this.

[mariyekos]

I'm currently working on 3 D*MC fics as my mind latches onto different plot points and different ways to explore a character, and man, I really hope I'll be able to finish at least one of these by next month.

First one is my time travel fic that is currently stalled because I'm paralyzed by trying to fix early parts in the story. Some of them I need to change because I didn't realize I'd missed something big/had messed up canon until much later, or because I thought of something good later in the story that required changing earlier parts in order to maintain continuity. There's also the issue of characterization. I have a bad habit of swinging too far to the extremes with emotions, so I'm trying to temper both the characters and the overall mood so things don't feel too crazy. This one's currently 76.3k words. I feel like it'll end around 90-100k. I might cut out a few thousand words and shove them in a different fic as part of the same series because they don't feel super relevant to the main story, but could be a cute aside.

Second one is a fic I feel like I probably won't finish, because I'm hitting the mood of it with fic three and it was the mood that made me want to write it. It's a post-D/MC3 fic about Dante fighting with the increased presence/power of his demon side post-awakening his Trigger. In my daily wordcount doc, my comment when I started it was "obsessive gore time" for some context. It's about feeling too big for your own skin, and the fight between the urges that feel right to half of you but are disgusting to the other half, and how Dante tried so navigate that. 4.6k words at the moment and probably halfway done.

Third is a fic adapting what I wrote in another post that I will hopefully link in a quick edit to this post. Short version is at the end of DMC1, Dante finds Vergil in hell and raises the Qliphoth himself to fix Vergil. This fic also goes into that sort of obsessive mindset, though in a different way. Fic two is Dante going "what is wrong with me?" while fic three is Dante going "there is nothing wrong with me! definitely not! everything is terrible and maybe I'm doing some morally questionable things but hey it'll work out and it's not that bad so it'll be fiiiine (it will not be fine and what he is doing is nor forgiveable, but he's so desperate to save Vergil and not kill his brother again that he's wearing rose tinted glasses as an excuse to avoid all the red flags)". I worked on it today so it's the one that has currently captured my brain. It's currently 3.6k words and nowhere near done. I'm thinking 15k for this one, but I'm really not sure.

Anyway! That's a little look at what I'm working on now. I also kind of want to go back and fix some characterization/writing in the one D*MC Dante & Lady fic I have published so I might do that... I usually don't edit published fics in any way other than fixing typos/weird grammar, but this one is bugging me so I just might. We'll see.

[northern-passage]

Is there any chance you’d consider leaving up the dashingdon version? If not, I completely understand, but I love sharing games with my friends and one of them has to use a screen reader bc of sight issues, and dashingdon is a little easier in that regard. Not that you’d be able to update on there! But my friend has a list of ones they’re working through, and if they like the demo I usually help them read the rest if it’s changed platforms like to itch. they haven’t gotten to play your game yet 😅 Again, no pressure at all, it’s a huge ask from a stranger, and very presumptuous. pls don’t feel bad to say no.

i'm sorry, but most likely not (i've also already removed it)

the whole thing that made me switch to twine earlier than i planned was actually an issue i directly had with dashingdon, and i no longer wanted my game on the website.

i will say i do plan to do what i can to make tnp screen-reader friendly down the line. i know right now the issues are mainly with the sidebar and the character page/dialogue popups, but i'm hoping i'll be able to adjust the code with ARIA. i've messed with it a bit on my own but i just haven't had time to sit down and actually learn the necessary code, so a lot of what i've been doing is just frowning at my screen and seeing lots of errors, lmfao.

this is what i've been referencing (but i'm always open to more accessibility coding resources if anyone has them!) and i use the firefox developer tools & accessibility inspector to test if things will or won't work with the code. the sugarcube format has a lot of accessibility features built into it already, like the link macros already work fine, but since i'm using my own theme i've broken a few of those features and that's what i need to fix.

if it comes down to it, i'm not against just releasing a separate screen-reader friendly version of TNP later on, with a simpler theme. i'm not very good at coding and that might be the easiest solution if i can't figure it out, as it is now.

all of that to say this IS something that i'm working on, but i'm not sure when it will be functional/when i'll be able to actually get the game working with a screen-reader yet.

[consultingfangeeks]

So I saw this adorable Mandalorian fan art on Pinterest and I just had to write a little one shot story for it 🥺

Again, I don’t own this, so credit to the artist.

(Here’s a link to the artists insta btw)

(TW: much cuteness)

Word count: 1.1k

One For The Kid

Though the Mandalorian was a skilled bounty hunter, very confident and qualified in his work, he was not skilled in the art of mechanics.

That was why he had made a trip back to Tatooine, where Peli Motto, the most reliable mechanic he knew, would take care of a few things that needed fixing on his ship, the Razor Crest.

"You sure are hard on this old hunk of metal. Aren't ya, Mando?" The mechanic remarked after taking a good look at the needed repairs.

“How much will it be?" The Mandalorian asked, ignoring Motto’s comment.

"Well, depends. Will I be gettin' extra for taking care of the little guy again?" She nodded with a smile towards the kid who stood clutching the Mandalorian’s lower leg.

"No... You won't be needing to this time,” he answered a bit defensively.

He crouched to lift Grogu, fixing the baby’s onesie and positioning him in the crook of his arm, carefully tucking a hand underneath Grogu’s bottom for maximum security.

"Okay, whatever you say, Mando," Peli said, lifting both hands in front of her.

Moving her face close to Grogu, she cooed.

“Hey there, Bright Eyes! How’s Mando been treatin’ ya? A bit overprotective, seems like, huh?"

Grogu made a bubbly sound with his mouth and Peli chuckled, "Well, have a fun day with your daddy. Seems like he needs a day of rest, huh?" She lifted a finger and brushed the soft peach fuzz inside the baby's ear.

Din cleared his throat, clearly agitated,

"We'll be going now. I'll be back at sundown expecting a progress report on my ship."

Peli snorted, her tangled mess of curls seeming to shift with her every movement.

“Alright. Me and my droids'll get started right away then," she said with a smirk.

The Mandalorian nodded and turned to exit the repair facility.

He emerged into the dusty hotness that was Mos Eisley, but not before carefully placing the kid in his satchel.

~

The port city was bustling with all different species, with street vendors and hagglers. It all coalesced into a continuous hum, all of which the Mandalorian tuned out as he pulled Grogu closer to his hip on instinct. This wasn't the safest of places for a child, he thought.

As he walked, the baby's long floppy ears moved with each sound he heard, and he let out little sounds of curiosity at his surroundings.

Soon, Grogu's excited chatter was accompanied by full-on grabby hands as he leaned out of his satchel. He wanted something, and Mando stopped in his tracks to see what all the fuss was about.

"What is it, kid?" he asked as Grogu looked up at him and began to whine.

Someone is clingy today, Din thought as he pulled the kid into his arms and held him snugly against his beskar.

The child continued to whine and grab at something, desperately trying to wiggle and squirm out of the Mandalorian’s hold.

He followed the direction Grogu was looking to, spotting a street vendor who was selling a neon blue drink that, upon closer inspection, seemed to contain brown circular globs of something that had sunk to the bottom.

Now that he paid more attention, the bounty hunter realized that nearly every person around him had one of the beverages in their hand, consuming it through a long glass tube.

"You want that?" he asked, and Grogu let out an excited laugh as Din approached the woman selling the stuff.

"What is in that?" Mando asked her, pointing to the clear vessel that held the blue substance.

"That," the woman said with a thick accent, "is a special drink that has been passed down in my family for generations. For that reason, I cannot tell you everything it contains. But I can tell you that Salakberries— which are hard to come across here on Tatooine— are what gives the drink it's color. And I can assure you, sir, that it will be the most refreshing and flavorsome drink you and your son will ever taste."

She finished with a smile, and the kid watched patiently as the Mandalorian weighed the risk in his mind. In his time as a bounty hunter, he had learned not to trust easily.

But surely, he thought, it should be safe, if so many others are consuming it without worry.

He looked down at Grogu's eager eyes, and he knew the kid had won.

"Fine. I'll take it," the Mandalorian said with defeat.

"Would you like two? Or... are you planning on sharing?" the woman asked with a warm smile, glancing down at Grogu.

"Just one, for the kid. I have no interest in the drink," Din said flatly.

And even if he did want to try it (which he didn't), how would he, somewhere this open and full of people?

No. Just one for the kid.

A few minutes later, the woman began handing him the drink. But as the Mandalorian went to take it, she stopped him short with a movement of her hand.

"One thing. If you're planning on feeding this to your little one, you may want to consider taking a seat first. You see, the Pearls, we call them,"  she tapped on the side of the flask, referring to the brown globs from before, "sometimes aren't easily swallowed by younglings. The jostle of walking won't make it any easier."

Din nodded. “Ah, I understand. Thank you, I'll... be sure to find a place."

The woman smiled again and finished handing it to him as the Mandalorian paid her the amount due.

He turned around, hands full of kid and "Special, Passed Down for Generations" blue liquid as he made their way back into the crowd.

Grogu reached for the clear flask in Din's other hand, wiggling and whining with impatience.

"Patients, kid. I'm trying to find somewhere to sit so you don't choke on those pearl things."

Thankfully, he soon found a small shaded place near the cantina he had been to on his previous journey to the port city.

The Mandalorian sat at the empty table, placing the drink down on the slab of stone.

He positioned Grogu in his lap, wrapping an arm around the baby’s small body.

"Okay, kid. Drink up," he said, gently patting Grogu's tummy.

The baby squealed with excitement as he grasped the tube in his little hands, bringing it to his mouth. He slurped loudly while making satisfied sounds, kicking his legs happily in the Mandalorian's hold.

Watching the baby enjoy something so deeply made Din feel an unfamiliar way inside; a warmth spread through his chest as he chuckled at the baby's reaction to finally getting what he wanted.

Grogu continued slurping quickly, and the Mandalorian let out a breathy laugh.

“Slow down buddy, you’ll give yourself an upset stomach,” he warned, wiping the side of Grogu’s mouth with his cape.

The baby didn’t slow down in the least, and was finished in record time, cooing at the comfort of a full stomach.

A few minutes later, the kid’s breathing evened, fast asleep in the Mandalorian’s arms.

Fin

~

Thank you for reading! ❤️

[eyelessdoll-y]

Assista a "💜Amethyst💜위드돌 루비를 자수정 테마로 꾸며봤어요 Gemstone Repaint Custom OOAK Doll/Withdoll BJD Ruby/딩가의 회전목마 (DINGA)" no YouTube

I would post on my personal blog because it is something I follow for years in my daily life (A real asmr for me) ... but as I remembered Kanato I could not envitate hihijiHA

Imagine this whole process, but in a human body KSKSKSKKSKKSKSKS Notice that this specific type of doll comes with the design of being customized, you can fix they face since they come without any trace of expression and without eyes. Since doing they makeup, designating the eyebrows, put a new hair and giving the doll a new expression, you can choose they own eye color. Opening the skull through that medium where the head divides you have a hollow cavity ready to receive the eyes you want, being able to alternate them with different models and colors from time to time depending on your mood❤️❤️🥺🥺 Therefore, Kanato... I imagined him doing this kind of thing.... but in his macabre way.

Everyone is BALD to know that he swaps the carnal eyes for glass eyes (not only for aesthetics but due to the decomposition also KSSKSKS imagine the smell that would look like those dolls with decomposition remnants dripping through the wax🤢🤢 Butcher always, stinky never)... lol watching him open a skull to rip out the brain and the remains of the organs would be crazy asf. I had already talked about writing a headcanon of how he makes the dolls and such, and this also came from a memory of mine.

I always liked medicine and such since as kid so when I was younger I would like to work in this business, be a historian or astrophysicist/cosmologist idk but i liked it so much so much that I watched videos of surgery and necropsies/classes of dissectation —who wants to be a doctor or surgeon knows very well😹👌🏻👌🏻— in the end, remembering this these days I imagined “Kanato must leave the body more empter than any hole in space...”

Or maybe he'd fill them?

I just don't know what method he would use, bc I don't know if you're familiar but the antique Egyptians used a very curious techniques —in addition to cutting in the abdomen for the removal of the digestive and respiratory organs, that is said to practically turn the brain into jelly with the use of nothing more, nothing less than ACID; wait for the brain to soften and just let it run through of the skull orifices like “your Highness, I'm going to preserve you... will have a beautiful afterlife but forgive me I'll have to turn your brain into pap 😥😣” BUT in compensation, your body would smell good with pretty aromatic herbs ❤️❤️🥰🥰 since the Egyptians traded the organs for good smell herbs and perfumes to avoid any stench or trail of carrion. But no... no. I think he'd rather open they head for fun or curiosity, and then, drain the brain and put beautiful glass eyes with diamonds and precious stones inside... for after all... he still considers them as precious companies.

THEN SHSJSJJDKSJSJSJSKSKS Kanato passing by us attentive, his clothes covered in blood “Kanato who you killed this time🙄🙄🤨” and him “Shut up?? I'm just messing with a doll 🙄🤨🤨🤬😹” and us “But you're dipped in blood 🙊👁️👄👁️” Soon, he gives that mf smile and shows us something he'll be hiding behind his tasty back “Fufu, I jus went to get the glasses to put in her hollow head. Btw, I've got her eyes here, look doll🤓🤓🥰🤗” And then he reaches out with two pairs of torn eyes, not yet decomposed and with fresh blood.

“Oh wow baby damn shawty😍😍🔥🔥😘” *hugs him* “They have just come out of the oven honey🤗🥰🔥⚰️❤️❤️” If Kanato were to fill they hollow skull with herbs and good smell things, he'd be a mix of lavanda, sweet and blood; exalat a smell of sweet blood, LITERALLY.

Now what he would put in there to me is an unknown world... (knowing Kanato probably you thought shit I know 🤨😏) Trips to the human or demonic world would be something frequent of him to buy EXPENSIVE fabrics (vai achando que ele compra roupinha na shopee ou 25 de março vai boba), blackmail and bribery using his royal lineage with King Karlheinz to get jewelry and gems for his dresses would be something typical of him too since yall are linked that the vampire king is hardbread 🤏🏻🤏🏻🚫💰 And when he got it all, he'd go to the work. Sew, weave, buy hair to weave and make wigs for dolls because it is AUTHENTIC and wants to innovate (this if he is inspired and wants to "color" things, I can't imagine him shaving a head for fun he must be like “BE CAREFUL with these scissors not to fuck your beauty hair my love” or "BY HELL DON'T CUT".

Awoooga mixed arts, science and history in a single post JSKSKSKSKSK I will still write and complete that headcanon in which I mentioned about how Kanato would make his dolls and etc but I will leave it for later. I'll leave it for when I'm recovered from the various commissions I've been making😋😋 And of course, to have my beauty sleep and to ascertain my knowledge. 🌷❤️❤️

[jengarie]

#showyourprocess !

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES — When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours!

Thank you, @rinielle for tagging me! She chose the piece above (original post), and oh boy this one was a whole ass rollercoaster ride! Unfortunately, I hadn't turned on the timelapse feature for this but I'll try to go through each part of the process as best as I can!

The photos I'm gonna upload are gonna be a mix of screenshots and literal photos of my screen, because I'm taking some of them from my updates to friends, since a lot of the steps got lost in my painting process.

But before that, let me tag some other amazing creators!

@dragonji: this gif art!

@candicewright: this yibo painting!

@wendashanren: this gifset!

@mylastbraincql: this gif!

I haven't been able to keep track of who's been tagged so apologies if you've already done this! Also, no pressure to do it at all if you would rather not! <3

Planning

Sometimes, I get an idea first and find reference photos to go with that idea. But for this one, I sought out a reference photo first, and built an idea on top of it!

After that, I roughly sketch out the base pose. Usually, this looks very messy, but it doesn't really matter as long as I understand which part goes where!

The idea for the background didn't really come until the creation process because I don't think I really planned this to be a full piece.

Creation

Sketching

Honestly, from this point on, it's more of trial and error.

So, I redid the the initial base pose—made it cleaner and a little bit more detailed. See: the added definition in their arm muscles, the rearrangement of Wei Wuxian's legs, and Lan Wangji's hand on Wei Wuxian's back. If you look at the second photo, I also changed the pose a bit midway—I tend to edit as I go sometimes when I change my mind. (For this, I thought, given the Lan arm strength, it would be better to make Lan Wangji look more at ease carrying Wei Wuxian. This gets covered by the robes anyway though, so it didn't matter much in the end.)

I also started adding details to the base! I usually start with the face and then the hair! I usually go for the clothes next, but I dreaded the robes in this piece so I guess that's why I ended up with a basic idea of what I wanted for the background instead LOL I also figured out how I want the final crop to look like, so I blocked out all the other areas with an extra layer!

Okay, onto the part that killed me like ten times: the robes. There are a lot of interactions between their robes here given their pose, and not to mention they also have layers upon layers on each of them! So, to maintain my sanity and to keep track of which part is which, I color coded them into the most colorful sketch I've ever made.

Another reason why I filled in each layer of robe with a solid block of color, is so that all the lines underneath gets covered. Without all of the colors, the actual outline actually looks like the one on the right. What a nightmare!

I also ignored the crop again for this part, because it's always better to draw past your borders, in case you decide to rotate or tilt or whatever your piece later on. I didn't do the feet anymore though, because that I was sure wouldn't show in the final piece anymore.

After that, I did the sketch one more time and then started adding the base colors. (I didn't have a screenshot of just the base colors, and the final CSP file is a nightmare so I copy pasted the layers into a new canvas to show you guys :') )

By the way, I drew their robes flowing this way, because I wanted it to frame the lower arch of the moon behind them for the composition. It was a little frustrating that I couldn't get Lan Wangji's robes a little higher because of Wei Wuxian's legs but I later filled in the empty space with his forehead ribbon anyway, so it all worked out in the end!

Painting

Because apparently, I was a masochist back then, I merged the base colors all into one layer and started adding shadows to the robes. (These days, I add shadows first and then, merge. It's much easier this way.)

And then, I started painting! Again, I did the face first and then the hair, before finally the robes. This was my first time painting side profiles and honestly it was quite a pain to figure out LOL but !!! I think I did a good job and I'm proud of how it turned out. I again used reference photos for this one but I can't link any because they were just several random Pinterest photos that I didn't save.

Another thing to note is that I use the mesh transform tool a lot, especially on faces. That's largely why Lan Wangji's face looks so different in the latter two!

And then I went with the robes. Somewhere along the way, I realized I didn't like how I planned to do Lan Wangji's sleeves and the flowy part of Wei Wuxian's robes and I... decided, with much dread, to do them over. So I sketched on top of the painted layers and redid the robes, again.

It was at this point that I decided to take a break from this piece because it was honestly very draining! I think it took about three weeks before I decided to open the file again and continue it.

When I did, I just finished painting the rest of the robes and their hands. The blue details on Lan Wangji's outer robes were painted on a separate layer that I put on Multiply. I probably did more adjustments to the face and hair and stuff, because my painting process is honestly a mess :')

Final Adjustments

I added some correction layers on certain areas to fix some of the colors. See: Lan Wangji's sleeve becoming much brighter and paler; Wei Wuxian's legs having less contrast. And then I merged all of the layers (excluding the background) and added a bit of blur. See: Wei Wuxian's ponytail; the entire lower part; the flowing forehead ribbon. My reasoning for this is so that most of the detail (and therefore the flow of the eye) goes to their faces and expressions!

And then, I put a blue Overlay layer on low opacity to make Wangxian blend better with the background, added a bit of shadow on the inside and the lower sections and added the glowing details for the added flair. I initially wanted sparkles and/or stars but they didn't turn out as well as this did. I also upped the contrast by a little for the entire piece!

Aaaand, that's it! In truth, I did a bit more color adjustments to the whole piece, but I was a dummy who forgot to turn them back on before posting so ... oh well.

Posting

Before posting, I upload it either on my spare private Twitter account or on a drafted Tumblr post so I can check the colors on my phone. This is because the colors on different devices can look very different, and I would at the very least want all my pieces to look nice on both of my devices!

And then, once I deem it satisfactory, I just try to think of a caption and post! Some artists wait for a certain time where most of their followers are active, but I didn't have a lot of MDZS followers at this point so it didn't really matter to me.

It still doesn't really; I haven't actually been able to figure out when my MDZS followers are awake even now.