#if i can get more of the armor sets and etc along the way then that's just a bonus

[greentypewriters]

botw update: i beat windblight ganon the other night and have around 80 shrines :) so. Soon

[serendipitous-girl]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭

⊱✿⊰ summary: s/o's reaction to their chosen bat being injured

⊱✿⊰ warnings:injuries, swearing etc

⊱✿⊰ notes: look at me being amazing and writing a request and yep. This won't be the best but here it is. I hope y'all enjoy this <3

𝖇𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖊

you brushed your hair once more, head turning towards the sound of the window sliding open. there was your husband, Bruce, holding his helmet under his arm. almost immediately you noticed the metallic stench of blood, the dark red coating his limbs like a second layer of skin.

"bruce?" you asked, rushing towards his side, "are you okay? what happened?"

"i'm fine.." he grunted, pulling off pieces of his armor which in turn reveled even more injuries, "can you get alfred, my dear? he can help with this."

despite your frustration with his lack of self concern, you retrieved alfred who would be much better at fixing up your husband. while you could do minor mending, alfred was much more suited for the severity of these wounds.

"be more careful, baby." you scolded, standing by the door as you surveyed alfred tending to bruce.

𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖐

"owieeee," dick whined as you gently set him on the couch, holding his arm like a little child. his domino mask was slightly ripped, eyes looking up at you sadly.

"calm down, ya big baby." you grumbled, pulling out various medical supplies to quickly mend his injuries. he pouted at your words, seeming to not be happy you weren't playing along with his dramatics.

"don't you love me?" dick whined, pretending to be in great agony as you wiped the blood oozing from his minor cuts.

𝖏𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓

you stared at your boyfriend, who was more blood than human, standing in the doorway like a serial killer. he trudged through the hallway and entered the closest bathroom, a trail of red following behind him.

"what...the fuck happened?" you asked, feel a laugh of astonishment bubble out of your throat.

"it's not all my blood." jason replied, shrugging like this was completely normal. but to be fair, as a vigilante it surely was normal.

you scoffed and started grabbing medical stuff, helping him despite the desperate urge to scold him for his carelessness.

𝖙𝖎𝖒

"it's three in the morning, tim." you complained, rubbing your eyes as he loomed over you. he had a gash across his cheek, his mask loosely in his hand.

"i want you to clean my cut." he stated, staring down at where you laid in your bed, "alfred doesn't do it the way you do. i like you taking care of me better."

"fine, fine. but you're staying the night; i don't want you going around in the middle of the night...again." you replied, shuffling out of your warm covers. he gave you a satisfied smile, following you towards your bathroom out in the hallway.

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[artbyblastweave]

Still playing Skyrim. And I’m interested to report that the game is actually better than I remember, on balance. But I’m kind of fascinated by what’s going on with Lydia, mechanically and narratively.

Lydia is the first follower who gets shoved in your face just by virtue of following the main quest. There are others you can pick up earlier, but not without finishing errands (for Faendal and Sven), by forking up a pretty big chunk of change for the early game by hiring Janessa, or by going out of your way in some other manner. If you’re completely new to the game and you’re just powering through the main story as it’s presented, she’s the first option for a follower that the game highlights for you in giant blinking neon lights. And as a quest reward, she’s mechanically kind of a godsend at that point in the story; a doubling of carry capacity, an excellent meat shield and distraction, a way to extract utility from weapons and armor you don’t want to use yourself. More subjectively she provides the impression of a stalwart ally or companion in what can be a very lonely worldspace to exist in. There’s very little reason not to take her with you, and once you have her, the majority of companions being equal, there’s very little reason to get rid of her until she stops level scaling.

Despite the mechanical utility Lydia provides at a crucial point, and the resultant likelyhood that you’ll haul her along for the ride, she’s only a couple steps up from the companion cube. She has no specific, non-fungible impact on the narrative beyond demonstrating Jarl Balgruuf’s favor. Her deferral to you is automatic; if someone is actively paying her a salary to help you defile graves, cut deals with every deity on the continent and invade the afterlife, it sure as hell isn’t you. It isn’t clear what her gig under Balgruuf was before she was assigned to you. She has no personal narrative. She has no personal side quest. One of her biggest inklings of personality is when she expresses vague dissatisfaction with being treated as a pack mule, but then she does it anyway.  She’s party to world-shaking events and political upheavals, but she’s present purely in her capacity as your appendix, so reality simply treats her as your plus-one. 

She’ll block doors you’re trying to get through, and she’ll get mad at you if you push her out of the way. She’ll charge into battle or set off traps while you’re trying to sneak. She’ll microaggress you with stock Nord dialogue while pulverizing your enemies, a plurality of whom are also Nords. She’ll distract bosses long enough to buy you breathing room for a healing spell or a potion. You’ll kill her by accident with an ill-timed area-of-effect spell, roll your eyes, and, ultimately, probably reload your save. Because she might only be a couple steps up from a companion cube, but the whole gag with the companion cube is how ridiculously low the threshold is for the audience to get genuinely attached to something in a video game. A thin character invites apophenia. Behaviors that are purely downstream of dev thoughtlessness will still imply character traits if taken at Watsonian Face Value. In this case, inexplicable undying loyalty, reserved comments on impressive landmarks, and comical stoicism in the face of some of the weirdest events it’s conceptually possible to encounter.  So here’s to weird, underbaked companions in Bethesda Games, and everything we can project onto the void they provide. And Here’s to that related genus of character- units in squad-based tactics or management-sim games with permadeath mechanics who last long enough and accumulate enough equipment, skill points, etc. that they become your Special Little Guy despite otherwise lacking any deliberate character traits.

[thelargefrye]

February Filth Fest : DAY EIGHTEEN : SIZE KINK … mature one - shot

pairing : norse god!seonghwa x greek goddess!f!reader

genre : smut, viking au, god of war inspired – so a mix of norse and greek mythology in this

word count : 2k

warnings : language, mentions of blood / fighting / weapons (swords, axe, bow and arrows, etc.), hunting for food, feeling grief over a loved ones death, long haired seonghwa in a half-up ponytail, seonghwa is mentioned to be bigger than yn

smut warnings : unprotected sex, size kink, seonghwa's got a breeding kink

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

after having traveled all over midgard with seonghwa and fighting for your lives, the two of you can finally settle down and have a moment together.

DAY SEVENTEEN ↤ SPREAD THE ASHES ↦ DAY NINETEEN

a grunt left your mouth as you were flung into a large tree. you stumbled to your feet, seonghwa swung his axe at the trolls that were around him. blood flown through the sky, some landing on his face as he kicked one troll away before rushing over to you.

his hand wrapping around your forearm and hoisting you to steady feet before swinging at another troll. a smirk decorating his lips as he gave you a side glance.

"come on now, y/n, surely someone who killed all of olympus isn't getting beat by some trolls," he says, the cockiness thick in his voice and you roll your eyes before slashing and stabbing at the nearest troll – the one who sent you flying.

"shut your mouth and focus on fighting before i kill you next," you said and seonghwa lets out a loud laugh before he jumping and hacking at two trolls and effortlessly cutting them down.

when the trolls were all dead, you and seonghwa stood in the middle of the clearly covered in blood before sheathing your weapons.

"well that was a little more excitement than what i was anticipating," he says, turning to you with a smile on his face. but seonghwa always had a smile on his face. "i remember seeing a river along the north trail, lets go wash up before setting up camp."

you nod your head and allow seonghwa to lead the way, following closely behind him as you walked down one of the many dirt paths in the forest. you notice that every once in a while, seonghwa will look over his shoulder to make sure you are still following behind. silently noting your quietness as normally the two of you are going back and forth with each other in a playful bicker.

"what's the matter?" seonghwa finally asks once you are at the river. the both of you stripped down from your bloody armor and carefully washing the blood out. there was nothing you truly hated more than bloody armor, such a disgrace.

you turn towards him, clenching your clothes tightly, "i was thinking about my family," you say trailing off and at your words seonghwa also stops his scrubbing.

his now doe eyes looking at you softly and you hate how he makes your heart flutter and stomach do flips. seonghwa only knows a little bit about your family from greece and olympus, how went on this journey of revenge for your family after zeus took everything from you. you guess his comment from earlier was making you think.

but think about what exactly you aren't sure.

perhaps settling down with seonghwa after this and finally living a peaceful life. but was that something you even deserved?

"y/n," seonghwa is close to you, his bare skin touching your own and it brings you out of your thoughts. you look at him with wide eyes, surprised by how he moved this close to you without you noticing and he easily towers over you. perhaps that's a benefit from him being a frost giant? "what are you thinking? tell me," he sounds like he's pleading almost.

"i want to live a peaceful life, but i don't think i deserve it," you tell him, a chill running over you as you feel seonghwa's hand travel around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"why don't you deserve it?"

"i've done a lot of bad things seonghwa, killed a lot of people, gods, monsters."

"but you've paid your debt, stop living in the past and focus on now. you aren't in olympus anymore, darling. you're here with me now. i don't think hongjoong would want you to live like this, feeling guilty."

your eyebrows furrow at the mention of your dead lover. husband. you felt angry that seonghwa would mention him as if he knew him. without thinking you shove seonghwa away and the water around you two splashes up against you both. seonghwa looks at you in shock.

"don't you dare talk about hongjoong like you know him!" you feel the tears beginning to build up in your waterline, but not from sadness but anger.

"i lost him and our daughter because i was stupid! their deaths haunt me and i see their bodies every time i close my eyes. no matter how hard i try to move on i will always be haunted by their deaths and my mistakes, so don't tell me to not live in the past when that's all i can see!"

seonghwa said nothing as the two of you looked at each other. he was calm and collected while you were the definition of rage. heavy breathing, clenched fists, and tear-stricken face. his silence only made you more upset.

"i'm not asking for you to forget hongjoong and your daughter," he says after what felt like an eternity of silence. "but..." he trails off taking a cautious step towards you, "i want you to realize that you don't have to let their death weigh on you forever."

"seonghwa..."

"you said you wanted a peaceful life, well we can have one. we'll settle down at the small cabin and have our own children. you paid your debt, but you have to give yourself this second chance," he says as he stops back in front of you. his cold hand feels safe when he touches your own.

"i... i don't know," you pull away from him once more, turning away and walking out of the river, clothes and armor in hand as you walk back to the camp you two had set up at the clearing, leaving seonghwa by himself.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening and early night in silence. the two of you having traveled and been doing this long enough that you could do things around camp without actually talking to one another. seonghwa had went and brought back deer he hunted for the two of you two eat.

and so you sat at the campfire in silence, the smell of meat feeling your nose and cracking of the fire filling your ears. your mind still reeling from what was said earlier. seonghwa was right because he was always right. you didn't need to forget hongjoong and your daughter, but you needed to let their deaths not haunt you anymore.

your eyes flicker to seonghwa from across the fire, his own eyes already looking at you. he had finished eating a while ago while you were still picking at yours. he rolled his shoulders before standing up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. silently bidding you goodnight before he enters your shared tent.

you don't know how much longer you sit by the fire, long enough for it to die out on its own. you stomp out the remaining glowing embers before crawling into the tent and laying down next to seonghwa.

you think you made up your mind.

"seonghwa," you know he's awake, he always waits for you to join him as you do for him. "can we talk?"

he turns over on his back while you lay on your side to face him. your hand reaches out to take his, linking your fingers together.

"i want to live a peaceful life with you. i want that small cabin, i want our children – your children, i want to take in the wolves, i want to love you everyday that i am able to wake up next to you and after that. i want to try and let go of my guilt enough for this to happen, please help me seonghwa."

seonghwa gives your hand a firm squeeze before he's rolling you onto your back and hovering over you. you let him pin your hands above your head and you can't help the arousal that runs through you when he does it with only one hand. his black locks framing his beautiful face that his clean of blood and war and his eyes are filled with something. lust? love? something else perhaps?

his large frame bends down to kiss you, his hands groping your body as he removes your undergarments so you are now bare and fully naked before his eyes. you watch as he lowers his head and trails his lips down your body; licking, biting, and sucking different marks over your tattered and worn body.

"s-seonghwa," you moan out when he finds home between your legs and licks your pussy slowly and lazily. his eyes never once looking away from yours. he makes out with your pussy, kissing it and letting his tongue drag in and out of your pussy and licking up any juices that you leak. like he's a man dying from thirst and your pussy is his oasis.

seonghwa effortlessly brings you to your first orgasm before he's finally pulling away, but not before pressing one last kiss to your pussy. he once again towers over you, a layer of sweat covering your entire body but you happily wrap your arms around seonghwa to bring into another kiss. your taste yourself on his lips, but you honestly don't mind.

the both of you are breathless when you finally break away, "seonghwa, i love you."

"my y/n, darling, i love you more than you can imagine," he says spreading your legs easily and you can't help but clench at knowing is coming.

"seonghwa, seonghwa, please!" you beg, hands combing through his long locks and brushing them out of his face.

"you know... if we start now, i could have you full and breed by the time we get back to the cabin," he says as you feel the tip of his cockhead running between your folds. "i can just imagine it," he says, slowly pushing himself inside of you, "fuck– you would look so beautiful with my child."

you clench around him the more he pushes inside of you, back arching as his lips latch onto your breast and begin licking and sucking on your nipple.

this isn't the first time you and seonghwa have fucked, but for some reason this felt different. as he thrusted into you, your name leaving his lips and his name leaving yours, you felt full. you felt a warmth spread through you as his taller stature curled into yours and you wrap yourself around him to bring even closer – if it was even possible.

"fuck– seonghwa, i-i'm close!" you could feel your second orgasm coming and it only seemed to drive seonghwa to move his hips faster.

he gave you his smirk, his eyes glazed over with lust, "i'm going to fill you with full of my cum over and over again, darling, until your stuffed and pregnant with my child," he says and you clench at his words. seonghwa does only a few more harsh thrust before you are both cumming. you fill his cum slowly filling you up and and some of it even leaking out around his cock from how much it is.

seonghwa is breathless as he pulls out and quickly folds your legs up and stuffing any cum back into you. you can't help but feel a little flustered at how he that, eyes staring hard at your cum-filled pussy. you then begin to feel a wave of exhaustion rush over you and you are lazily pulling at seonghwa to have him lay next to you.

he lays down next to you with a small 'ugh' sound leaving his lips as he does. you cuddle up next to seonghwa, and you realize that before meeting him, you never would have done this. you rest your head on chest as seonghwa draws his fur cape over the two of you. you can't help but let out a laugh at how it doesn't even fully cover the two of you.

"i want a daughter first," seonghwa says quietly and more to himself than you. "i want to name him dal-nim. it was my mother's name."

"its beautiful."

"what would you name her?"

"idonia," you whisper back, reaching up to kiss his collarbone.

"loving one," is the last thing you hear before you close your eyes and let sleep consume you.

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[lincolndjarin]

Sweet Boy

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day four - gn!reader x din djarin

prompt : pegging [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 2.1k

summary : din asks you to buy something for him at the local markets.

warnings, etc. : fluff, smut, sex toys, strap on, din sucks the strap, praise, anal, anal fingering, anal sex, men whimpering (yippee!), sub!din, readers anatomy is not described but it is implied that they don't have a penis

a/n : happy day 4!! (i can't believe i've managed this for four whole days) any how, enjoy you degenerates ;)

You never used to be such a pushover. 

Then Din took off his helmet, casually, one unimportant day on the Crest, like it didn’t make your heart jump into your throat. 

Ever since then you haven’t been able to say no to him.

The moment you see that plush bottom lip and sad brown eyes you’re a goner.

So when you were stocking up on rations and fruit with the Mandalorian following close behind, and the baby locked away in his pod as you walked back to the ship, how were you supposed to say no. 

When he went suspiciously quiet as you walked past an adult store you ignored it, thinking he was just embarrassed. But once you were on the ship he took his helmet off and his eyes are just far too pretty and wide with want, you already know that no matter what he asks you’ll say yes. 

“Can you go back and buy something for me?” He makes his way over to you, any facade of a deadly killer melting away and he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Why don't you just buy it for yourself?” 

“Please?” He whines, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. 

“Fine, what is it?”

He mumbles against your hair as he pulls you closer. 

“Speak up, sweet boy.” You can’t help but smile at how timid he’s become so quickly. 

“One of the strap ons?” His voice cracks and his grip on your waist tightens briefly as you turn around in his arms, grinning at him. 

“You want me to buy a strap on?” You take his face in your hands as he nods. “That baby better be asleep when I get back.” You give his cheek a kiss before turning on your heel and leaving the ship, you can hear the pod zipping around behind you as you exit. 

You return to the stand you’d passed earlier, picking out a harness, some lube, and a toy to go with it. A black dildo, not too long and on the thinner side, not wanting to overwhelm him. You return to the ship in no time, finding Din waiting for you. 

“Kids asleep, and I set the ship navigation system to take off once we lock up.” He rushes through his words. 

“Someone’s excited.” The tips of his ears burn a shade of red you’ll never get sick of seeing. “Get the ship on course, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.” 

You’re being rather generous calling it a bedroom, you’d convinced him to upgrade the cot, now it’s big enough for a two person mattress and you can almost stand up, you decorated it to make it feel more like a home, string lights and quilts. 

You crawl in, flipping on the dim overhead light as you get everything ready, you strip out of your clothes and slip on the harness, the leather is snug around your hips when the door opens once more, he’s already removed his armor, so he’s in only his flight suit when he joins you. He crawls up towards you, eyes on the plastic toy as he nestles between your legs. You run your hands along his shoulder, tugging at the fabric. 

“Take this off, sweetness.” You murmur softly as he enthusiastically shoves it down off his body before kneeling, straddling your legs as you sit with your back against the wall. You gingerly wrap your hand around his already leaking cock, going painstakingly slow as he brings his hands to rest on the metal behind you. “Is this what you wanted?” He whines as you take your hands off of him, gripping the base of your rubber cock with one and tangling your fingers in his hair with the other. “Why don’t you wet this for me?” 

You don’t even have to guide him as he lays down on his stomach before tentatively taking the tip of it in his mouth. His plush lips wrap around the black phallus as you caress his hair. 

“There you go.” You whisper under your breath, watching as he hollows out his cheeks, bracing his hands on your thighs. He’s so eager, his mouth already slick as he bobs his head up and down with ease, you know from past experiences with him that he doesn’t have a gag reflex as he often sucks your fingers when you ride him. This is no different, he hungrily takes the majority of it in his mouth, your hand resting in his hair as he does so. “Ravenous little thing.” You laugh softly, letting him blow you for a few more minutes before you pull him off of you. “Turn around sweetness.” You lean down to kiss his forehead, smiling at the way his lips look wet and puffy.

You bend him over, being gentle with him to keep him as comfortable as possible. You generously coat your fingers in lube, taking extra care to pour some down the curve of his ass as well, watching as it slowly drips down before falling past his hole. 

“I want you to talk to me while I do this, okay? I want to hear that pretty voice.” He nods and you take that as your sign to start, using the hand that isn’t slick you spread him open, pulling the round flesh of his ass to the side as you run two fingers over his puckered hole, scooping up some of the dripping lube, rubbing it over his entrance.

“Please- more.” He whimpers and you’re more than happy to oblige, sliding in a finger, just down to the first knuckle, watching his spine arch down into the mattress. “More- I can take more.”

“More already?” You say in a mocking tone but you still sink the digit in further, until you find the soft spot inside of him, experimentally curling your finger against it. You instantly feel him clench around you, his body going rigid, you quickly run your palm down his spine. “Relax sweet boy.” It takes him a moment, he mostly just gasps and hums to himself until you finally feel him loosen up. You move the slick finger in and out of him, gently rubbing his back as you do.

“Another, please.” He whispers so quietly it’s barely audible in the small space but you immediately indulge him, withdrawing completely before working two fingers into his tight hole, grinning as he pushes back against your hand. “Feels good.” He lets out a shaky breath and you once again press into that sensitive spot within him, watching as he writhes under your touch. 

“Think you can come like this?” You tease him as he grinds his hips back against you. 

“I don’t- I don’t know, ah-” He tapers off into a whine as you curl your fingers once harshly. 

“I want you to try.” You resume your work, thrusting your fingers in and out of him, making sure you push against that spot that makes him writhe, until it’s clear he isn’t going to be able to finish like this. His skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat. You know from previous sessions that he can’t come if he doesn’t get some other kind of stimulation. You can see the way his balls tighten when you crook your fingers against his prostate, desperate for a release, while his pretty red tipped cock twitches against his belly. 

You just want to hear him beg. 

“Can I touch myself? Please?” He gasps out.

“Yes baby.” You slide in a third finger and he lurches forward, burying his face in the quilts as his hand begins hastily jerking himself off. It only takes a moment after that, you curl your fingers one last time and with a strangled cry he comes, coating his hand as he sloppily strokes himself, you work him through it, slowly moving your fingers back and forth until he’s finished. The moment you remove your digits he whimpers.

“I want your cock now.” He whines, the smile on your face grows at how sweet he sounds.  

“Can you ask nicely?”

“Please fuck me- fuck my ass.” He whimpers, grinding back against your hips, as you slide the dildo between his cheeks, savoring his noises as he tries to line it up with his entrance. You watch with lust blown eyes as he arches his back, pushing his rear higher into the air until you finally prod at his puckered hole with the tip of the toy. 

“Is this what you want, sweetness?” You purr, his hole flutters as you continue to tease him, dragging the dildo through the slick between his legs. “You want my cock, handsome?” His fingers tangle in the sheets for only a moment before he flexes his hands, he can’t seem to stop squirming. 

“Mhmm.” He squeaks, after another second of waiting he lays his head down on the pillows before reaching his hands back to spread the globes of his ass, letting out an obscene whine as he does so. When you look down at him his bottom lip juts out, his eyes wide wide with want. 

And you can’t say no to that. 

Steadying a hand at the base of your shaft and one on his lower back you ease the toy in, savoring the sight of how he sucks you in so eagerly. 

“If I knew you were so desperate for my cock I’d have bought one of these sooner.” You muse, you make an attempt to hold him in place but once you push into him he grinds his hips back, taking all of it in one smooth motion, mewling softly. You slide your hands up the scarred expanse of his back, trying to soothe his impatience. “Slow down, sweet boy, don’t be greedy.” You chuckle, but he just pushes back against you again. 

“P-please…” He lets out a wanton moan and you happily oblige, slowly and deliberately rocking your hips back and forth. 

“If you want more you have to stay still.” You grab his waist, continuing your leisurely pace as he does his best to stay still. “Only good boys get fucked, are you gonna be a good boy, Din?” He nods and you gently take his hands from where they grip his own flesh and guide him back down to the sheets, placing your own over them as you begin to find a much harsher rhythm with your thrusts. Your body is flush with his as you pull those delicious sounds from him until he’s reduced to squeaks and gasps. “Are you happy now? Pretty little thing just needed to be fucked?” 

“Yes- ah, yes.” He exhales low and heavy as you snap your hips forward, hoping to hit that spot inside of him, when you get a drawn out keen from him you know you’ve found it. Focusing on that spot you keep your movements dialed in on that, his eyes quickly roll back as you pound into him. After a few more moments you reach one hand around him to stroke his dick, delighted to find him already hard again. 

“You’re gonna come again, just like this.” You say it matter of factly as he begins writhing once more, you can already feel him pulsing in your hand as you make a conscious effort to push into his prostate as you milk his cock. He quickly goes rigid in your arms and you can feel the sticky heat on your hand as he whines beneath you. “Let it out, sweetness.” You hum softly, working him through it until his breathing goes steady and his cock goes soft. “Such a good boy. Are you okay?” You untangle yourself from his body as he nods.

You pull out slowly, careful not to hurt him. He slumps forward, exhausted as you fiddle with the clasps on the strap, removing it and setting it aside before bending down to kiss his lower back once before giving him a gentle slap on the ass. 

“I’ll be right back.” You murmur before grabbing a sheet to cover yourself as you exit the cubby, you throw the toy in the sink of the fresher as you grab a washcloth, running it under the sink before returning to him. He’s mid-yawn when you crawl up beside him, you wipe his face first, washing away a bit of drool that’s gathered at the corners of his mouth before rolling him onto his back. You wipe his excess spend from his abdomen before tenderly lifting his legs to wipe the mess of lube and sweat from him. Once you’re happy with your work you lay him down, pulling him against your chest. “Do you need anything else?” You whisper, caressing his hair as he shakes his head. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your chest as he closes his eyes and you press one last kiss to the top of his head.

a/n : this is my first time writing pegging & gn!reader so i hope this was okay!!

[tang0soda]

I haven't seen a lot of discussion about RSD when it comes to ADHD discussions, so I thought I would do the honors since it's been affecting me for many years and I'd like people to know more about it!

I have had a diagnosis for ADHD but was never told- instead learning I had autism through therapy but still having some behaviors that I could never explain that just Happened.

I learned I had ADHD over the summer, and with that, severe rejection sensitive dysphoria.

before reading, please keep in mind that this is mostly talking from personal experience and some skimmed research! not experiencing RSD doesn't mean you do/don't have ADHD, and it may not appear like how it appeared for me. I don't only have autism + adhd either, so those may also contribute to any differences! ^^

RSD is the immense emotional pain after being criticized, rejected, or even teased (ignore my misspell in the panel). This rejection can be real or perceived, and we react like this because it hurts.

The pain can manifest as aggression, bringing on symptoms of depression (thoughts of s/h, isolation, demotivation, etc) and anxiety/panic attacks.

it can cause physical aliments like the above. For me, it causes my heartrate to skyrocket, heart palpitations, the feeling of being in a crisis, and extreme shaking to occur along with stomach pain.

(In fact, right now I'm going through it because making a post talking about this, despite having & dealing with it, makes me scared of other's opinions on it.)

RSD can also take the form of avoiding situations, people, or conversations where rejection or criticism is very possible.

Like other types of dysphoria, it is out of our control and hard to manage. It can last from days to weeks to months, all depending on both the trigger* and the individual.

I had a RSD episode that was on-and-off for a little over a year or two; getting more tame and bearable as it slowly drifted and stopped haunting my mind with the incident.

Compared to the other times my RSD was set off, this moment was a rather big moment in my life and ended up permanently changing me moving forward - which can be the reason why it lasted so long.

Despite how unbearable it can get, there are some ways to cope with it & lessen the effect it has.

Communicate - If you need time to process something that's told to you, you should say so (as difficult as it is). Tell the person(s) involved about your RSD, how you need time to digest information like this and take some time to relax. Trying to respond to the information while going through the head of the dysphoria will be very rough and might not be what you truly want to say.

Distract - This is really useful for me personally! Do something that grabs your attention or occupies your mind. One of RSD's main symptoms is rumination, thinking of something over and over again. I usually listen to music, draw, or play a game that won't frustrate me - like minecraft! (i'd say rain world but some of you would call me a maniac /lhj)

Perspective - This may require some communication, but it can really help and connect with others. See what the involved people thought / perceived, explain, talk. This doesn't always have the chance to end in rainbows and rekindling but at least you understand. Sometimes simply hearing the person explain their own side is enough to ease my RSD, being able to have someone explain themselves to me so i can understand them better.

I also wanna point out the "don't take it personally" thing that people try to use to deal with it isn't something i agree with since we're going to take it personally at first regardless. Later on, not really, but you're trying to cope with the symptoms... telling someone (or yourself) that they're too sensitive & over-reacting is the worse thing you could do.

With time, you can even begin to build up your 'armor' and be able to sustain yourself in situations you might get hurt in. Of course, some things may be able to sneak past and hurt you more than you expect, but at the end of the day, you're trying your best to go about it the best you can while taking so many blows. you're doing great.

OK i dont have a lot more to add so if anyone else would like to talk about their experiences, please feel free! Character showcased here was my beloved fursona Shiki! i'm just a little neurodivergent + black artist from new york :]

hope you enjoyed it! sorry for the long post </3

[luckbealincoln]

Best Kept Secret

chapter eighteen : portrait of a man

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 5.4k

summary : the mandalorian and reader do some reading

warnings, etc. : language, mentions of sex

It’s deliciously warm when you wake. You can feel his heartbeat and you can feel the soft traces of sunlight dancing along your back. You stretch in his arms slightly but freeze up as you feel him nuzzle his chin into your hair, planting a kiss against your hairline. 

His helmet is still off.

And the room is completely illuminated by the sunrise. 

He seems to sense your hesitancy and after some adjustment his face is concealed once more as you gaze up at him.

“Sorry sarad, I must have fallen asleep without it on.” His voice is gravelly and thick with sleep as he looks down at you. He’s acting like it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you accidentally saw.

 It might very well be.

You know his creed is precious to him, even if he says he is an apostate. You don’t want him to break it just for you and end up regretting it later.

“I don’t want to see until I’m allowed to.” That doesn’t really make sense and you know it. “Will I ever be allowed to? How does that work?” He sits up as you speak, stretching his arms above his head.

“I’ll explain it another time, right now I need to get you back to your room before someone realizes you're gone.” He’s crawled to the edge of the bed and he’s already pulling his boots on.

Oh yeah. 

It was easy to fall into a fantasy of staying here with him. For a moment there you had completely forgotten that you were married, and expected in other places. You stand looking for your dress as he attaches his armor. 

“Don’t change yet, it’ll be easier to sneak you back in if you aren’t wearing a shimmery gown.” He’s so quick with it, in the time it takes you to even find your gown he’s completely done getting ready. “Do you have everything?” He turns to face you as he takes the dress from you and throws it over his arm. 

Your eyes dart to the shelf. 

Your knife is up there. 

He chuckles when he catches your line of sight.

“Not gonna happen, princess. Let’s go.” He takes your hand and hastily drags you out of the cabin. In the morning light you can see what he had been carrying you over last night.

The cabin was built partially on top of the lake. It must be a pain having to carefully step over all of the water but he doesn’t seem to mind as he scoops you into his arms and looks to be contemplating something.

“Is your bedroom window unlocked?”

That’s an odd question. But you know it is, you’re several floors up so you never lock it.

“Yes, why?” 

“No reason.” You can hear a grin on his face. 

He starts walking, not really caring if he steps into the water as he carries you towards the castle. Once you're through the gardens and past the forest trail he adjusts his cowl to cover your face. You rest your head against his chest as he makes his way towards what you assume to be the servant's entrance. But you never hear a door open, instead he leans down to whisper to you.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Is he about to take off his helmet in broad daylight?

You don’t get a chance to question it as you shut your eyes and you feel the cowl ripped from your face, there’s an unfamiliar rush of air against your skin and the sound of a click and a creak. 

“You can open them now.” He whispers again, you aren’t sure what you expect to see when you open your eyes but it certainly isn’t him standing on the outside of your window sill, balancing you in his arms.

You know immediately that it’s a mistake as you look down and find yourself several stories off the ground. 

“Maker! What is wrong with you!” You cling to him tighter but he simply laughs as he peels you off of him to set you inside. 

“Sorry, hand me your clothes.” There’s a sudden urgency in his voice that keeps you from arguing, you strip to your undergarments and toss him the things you borrowed, he doesn’t hesitate to throw your dress onto the floor. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You’re left staring dumbfounded as he jumps off the ledge at the same moment your door swings open and Elaine’s voice fills the room.

“I’m telling you, we don’t have to knock, she isn’t here, we’ll just wait for h-“ She stops and stares at you with wide eyes and your face gets hot at the implications of her words. 

“Good morning girls.” You stammer out as they both look surprised to see you.

“Apologies for not knocking my lady.” Elaine bows as she says it, cocking an eyebrow in your direction but you don’t give her a reaction as you simply walk to the mirror to be prepped. 

They seem relieved that you don’t have anything to say and you’re relieved that Elaine doesn’t press further as they begin to dress you. The gown Lysa chooses for today is a soft gray color, the fabric shimmers in the light and it sort of reminds you of the Mandalorian’s armor. 

Nobody seems to have anything to say to each other this morning but you truly don’t mind. In a few minutes you’ll get to see him again. 

And things are okay now. 

Right?

You’ve established a mutual want. 

But what does that mean?

Shit.

You hadn’t really talked about that. But that shouldn’t matter, he had practically confessed his love, he had given you his name. 

You need to talk about it.

But he never wants to talk about it.

This time has to be different though, things are good.

It has to be different.

You don’t even realize they’ve finished until Elaine clears her throat. 

“Kriff, sorry, thank you girls, you’ve done wonderful work as always.” It’s true. As you look up at yourself in the mirror to take in another amazing job done by them. You can’t even tell that you were being carried through the forest less than an hour ago.

“Thank you, my lady, shoes?” Lysa holds up a pair of flats and you nod, taking a seat at the vanity and hiking your skirt up a bit.

Shit.

You’re still wearing his socks. 

In your rush you must have forgotten about them. 

She stares for only a moment, her eyes darting up to your face before she removes them, slipping on your flats. You can tell by the way her eyebrows raise ever so slightly that she sees the dirt on the soles of your feet from your barefoot walk in the gardens last night, but thankfully she says nothing. After a beat of silence you cough awkwardly. 

“Thank you girls, that will be all.” They nod as they both take their leave. You give them time to make their way down the hall before you grab your journal and some pens, as you throw the door open he’s there just like always. He doesn’t look like someone who had flown you up to your window this morning, he looks exactly the same as always. There’s no sense in concealing the smile on your face as you stare at him.

“Library?” You ask as he nods, you begin your trek and he still stands behind you but closer than ever before, just a step or two back. “Can we talk today?”

“Of course, princess.” A wave of relief washes over you as he says it. This might be the first time he’s ever had a positive reaction to that question. You walk in a happy silence until you arrive. Today you do not hesitate to sit in the nook, no longer haunted by the memories of what’s transpired there. 

He stands sort of bashfully, looking at you and then at a few chairs nearby. 

This is why you need to talk.

It’s things like this, your relationship is so vaguely defined and in the cold light of day, just Din, doesn’t know where to sit. 

You scootch over a bit and pat the space next to you.

“Sit with me?” You say softly to hopefully ease the anxiety that is apparent in his body language. He relaxes a bit as he takes a seat next to you, you fit like puzzle pieces, like the nook was made for the two of you to sit comfortably.

It’s an added bonus that it’s far enough into the shelves that you’ll hear anyone coming before they see you. 

He leans back against the glass as you open your journal, uncapping a pen and lazily doodling. You can feel his gaze on the pages but you don’t mind.

“What did you want to talk about mesh’la?” He murmurs as he begins to trace his fingers along your back, drawing shapes into the fabric of your dress.

It shocks you a bit.

His blatant affection. 

Nothing could have prepared you for him to act like this in the daylight. 

Of course he had humored you in the markets, and when you had been “together” he had always been kind but now his voice had a certain devotion to it, and he touched you like he needed to do it to stay grounded. 

He almost seems… clingy.

It makes your heart flutter. 

“I guess I just wanted to talk about this,” You gesture at him with the pen. “us.” 

He hums softly in agreement. 

“Okay, what about us?” He tugs gently at one of the ribbons on your corset, not hard enough to pull it loose, just hard enough to grab your attention. You shoot a glare at him, there’s no actual fire behind it.

“I thought you said you’d be good?”

“And you said I could touch you a little.” As he says it you roll your eyes before turning back to your drawings. You’ve been sketching the same curved line. The hook of his nose you had felt last night. If he recognizes it he doesn’t say anything. 

“Fine. What exactly are we?” He resumes his tracing as you say it, it feels like a juvenile question, it’s what you would always ask your boyfriends back on Hoth after a few weeks of screwing around, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“What was it you called me in the gardens? Your lover? I could be that if that’s what you’d like me to be.” His fingers have moved to your shoulders now, the shapes on your pages have turned into rough outlines of what you remember his jaw is shaped like.

Lover feels too impersonal.

This is more than that. 

He certainly isn’t your boyfriend, can you even have a boyfriend? Afterall you already have a husband. 

Would Din want to be your husband someday?

Could Din be your husband someday? Kodo certainly wouldn’t just let you leave, the trade deals your family so desperately needed would be useless if you did. Is it too soon to be thinking such a thing? You have only just truly become emotionally involved but also you’ve spent every waking moment with him for several weeks at this point. And you’ve had sex. 

Maker, why does this have to be so confusing?

“Is there maybe a Mando’a word for what we are?” You turn to look at him again.

He starts to say something but then he stops, seemingly changing his mind.

“How about kar’ta?” 

“Kar’ta? What’s that mean?” You like the way the word feels in your mouth. His knuckles are dragging against your arm now. 

“It means heart. You would be my heart and I would be yours.” His voice is warm and it feels like you’re sinking into his touches. 

His heart. 

You like that.

“My Kar’ta.” You say, looking down at your drawings, you have several mixed and matched faces, none of which seem to look right, you hold them up for him to see. “Do any of these look correct?” 

He points to the one of the bottom left, the eyes are lopsided. 

“That ones the closest, other than the eyes, none of the eyes are right.” You sigh, you already knew he would say that.

“They never are.” You flip the page and start drawing pairs of eyes. You’re silent for a few minutes, he continues tracing shapes into your back and you continue drawing, you eventually realize he’s mimicking your sketches. 

You know what you want to tell him. It’s a strange pivot in conversation but you need him to know. 

Your next words force themselves from your mouth. “I don’t love Kodo, I don’t even like him.” His movements stop, only for a second before continuing. 

“I would hope not, I don’t know if you noticed but he’s a bit of a monster.” 

“I know, I just wanted to say it. I just- I mean, I don’t think of myself as married to him, it’s more a title than anything else.” You hesitate for a moment. “And we don’t have sex. In case you were wondering.” You haven’t thought about that fact in a while.

Someday Kodo will want heirs. 

It makes you shudder a bit.

Maybe Din will get you out of here before that happens. 

He senses the tension you’re suddenly plagued with and he switches to just rubbing gentle circles against your back. 

“Okay.” He speaks so quietly now. 

“I don’t ever want to have sex with him.” You whisper, mostly to yourself. 

It had always been an inevitable thing. A duty you had to fulfill. But that was before you knew who he was. Before you knew you had married a monster. And that was before Din, before your kar’ta. 

“You don’t have to. I promise.”His voice is soothing but it does nothing to put you at ease.

It’s a promise he can’t keep.

But you don’t want to linger on this any longer so you nod, much to your chagrin he senses your hesitancy as he sits up. 

“Hey, I mean it. If he so much as touches you again, I swear it will be the last time.” 

“You can’t guarantee that Din.” He’s taking your sketchbook from you, setting it aside before holding your hands in his. 

“He isn’t going to touch you. Ever again. I never should have let him in the first place.” His grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly as he recalls the memory, you can’t help but frown.

“I’m glad you let him, you wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t.” 

That makes him go quiet. 

You both know you’re right, if he had laid a finger on Kodo he would at the very least have been fired. Worst case scenario he’d be dead.

“He won’t touch you again.” He sounds firmer this time. “I’m sworn to you. No one gets to touch you unless you want them to, not even me.” 

You want to believe that he could stop Kodo. That he could stop all six of his battle droids. It’ll be easier if you just let yourself believe it. 

So for now you do. 

You drop his hands and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Okay.” You mumble. 

“Okay.” He tilts his helmet slightly to rest against your head.

You reach around to grab your book back. Opening to the page with the eyes. 

“Which ones are right?” You point around the page. He analyzes them for a bit before taking the pen again, scribbling until he’s drawn messy but identifiable eyes. 

“Like this.”

His drawing is crude but the eyes are nice. You carefully tear the outline of them out before placing them over the other drawing he had pointed out. 

It almost looks right. 

It almost suits the person you know. 

He lets you stay leaning on his shoulder so you don’t bother moving as you flip to an empty page. You think for a few moments on what to draw. 

The tiny toothbrush. 

You think of the sketch of mismatched parts you now have of him and what you’ve been able to feel out and you subconsciously start drawing a child. 

You give him Din’s nose, and dark curls. You don’t bother trying to copy his eyes, opting to instead give the little boy wide dark eyes. You scribble out several different versions of the child you’ve made up as he watches silently. 

Eventually you stop and just stare at the page full of little faces staring up at you. 

Does this boy exist somewhere out there?

It sort of seems that way, when you look at all the pieces of Din that don’t seem to make sense. The toothbrush, he had mentioned a kid at one point but hadn’t said much about it and now you know that he willingly showed his face to someone. Was it his child? Why did he have to say goodbye to his own child?

Can you imagine Din being a father? When you think of how well he takes care of himself it makes you worry a bit for any child in his care but then you think of how well he takes care of you.

Selflessly. 

He’s probably a good father. That must be where his protective nature comes from. 

His laughter breaks you out of your trance and he points to one of the drawings, the boy in that one has the largest eyes, and the pupils take up nearly the entirety of them.

“You got his eyes right in that one.” He says as he chuckles. 

“What?” You stammer out.

His eyes. 

“I assume you’re trying to figure out who he is? None of these are even close, but those eyes, those are his.” 

Of course he knew what you were doing, nothing got past him. 

You wait for more but that’s all he gives you.

You can wait longer, until he’s ready to talk about it. Based on the way he sighs you think that moment might be right now but he says something else instead.

“I don’t think I’ve apologized yet for what I said. Truly apologize.” You close the journal on your own this time before setting it down. 

He’s talking about what he said.

“I was… bored. You were entertainment.”

He knows you haven’t simply forgotten about it. Afterall, how could you? 

“It doesn’t excuse what I did, but I didn’t mean a word of it.”

You want to believe him terribly, but that nagging feeling in the back of your mind is persistent. A reminder that any moment he could decide to stop being Din, and go back to being nothing more than your shadow. 

“Why did you say it then?” 

You don’t want to have this conversation either. The last thing you want to do is relive those moments but you aren’t an idiot, your insecurities will eventually bubble up, it’s better to take care of this now before it grows into resentment. He’s leaning back again, out of your peripherals. 

“I meant it, when I said that I ache.” Is he sitting like that so you can’t look at him? “None of what I’m about to say is a good enough reason to explain my actions, nothing ever could be. You control my every thought and decision, sarad. I suppose I just thought that it would be best if you hated me, that it would make the pain dull, instead it only served to make me realize that I cannot live without you.”

That’s one hell of a proclamation.

“You wanted me to hate you?” As you say it you feel Beskar rest against the back of your shoulder. 

“For a while. It seemed like the least painful option. I deserved- deserve, your loathing. At first for feeling the way I did towards a married woman, a woman I was supposed to be protecting and instead was picturing naked.”

Hot. It’s hot in the library. It hasn’t been hot in the library for some time. 

“And then I saw the two of you together. And I knew immediately that you did not feel an ounce of love for that thing you were forced to wed. At that point I simply needed you to hate me to soothe the ache that signified that you could never be mine.” He sighs, and there’s a moment of hesitation before you hear the hiss of air you’re becoming all too familiar with. You aren’t exactly sure what you expect, it definitely isn’t the feeling of several kisses being peppered along the curve of your shoulder but you certainly aren’t going to complain about it. “I did not know weakness before I met you, you have turned me from a man made of steel to one of glass.” His voice rings clear and unfiltered throughout the room. 

He plants another kiss into your hair, there aren’t any traces of lust behind the action, just a pure adoration, he brushes a bit of your hair out of the way and for a moment you feel the bridge of his nose press against the back of your neck before he places one final, chaste kiss against your spine. When he speaks again his voice is modulated once more.

“I don’t want your forgiveness, I certainly haven’t earned it.” He finally leans forward so he’s back in your field of vision. “But I will. Someday I will be worthy of you, I promise.”

He already is. He always has been.

Will you ever get used to this? His genuine affections? It takes your breath away more than the sex did, the way he talks about you like you are not a woman, but a deity. The way he removes his helmet as if it doesn’t mean anything, just so he can feel you against his lips. 

There’s no sense in telling him that’s all you needed to hear. You know him, he won’t accept that, he’s far too stubborn. So instead you opt to make things more lighthearted.

“How do you plan to make it up to me, my kar’ta?” As you say it you can visibly see some of the stress leave his body, thank the gods. 

“I have plenty of ideas.” The way he says it makes your heart flutter and you nearly forget that he’s promised not to fuck you. “I was thinking I could take you to the library tomorrow.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t sort of kill your buzz, considering where you’re currently sitting but he senses your reluctance and chuckles. “The big one, in the city, cyar’ika.”

“Oh.” You can’t help but laugh along with him now. “You know, you’re getting better at talking, about the important stuff that is.” You give him a smile.

“It’s easier when you don’t look at me.” He says it a bit abashedly.

“Why is that?”

“Before you I never felt like someone could see my face. Yet everytime you look at me it’s like I’m not wearing a helmet at all, like you’re staring right at me.” He takes your hand and brings your fingers to the bottom of the helmet, tilting his head down slightly so you can feel his lips as he kisses the pads of your fingers before withdrawing them.

Maker.

Yeah, you’re never gonna get used to that. 

Eventually he gets up to find some books, bringing you a mystery romance novel, you wouldn’t normally pick it for yourself but the cover art is interesting enough to draw you in, he appears to have some kind of maintenance guide on ship engines, you have no idea how he reads that kind of thing. As he hands you the books he motions for you to stand, when you do so he sits in the nook horizontally, with his feet up on the cushions, his back leaning against one of the surrounding shelves, motioning for you to sit between his legs. 

You want to protest that it won’t be comfortable for him but your resolve simply isn’t strong enough to resist as you crawl between his thighs, your back resting against his chest as you hand his literature to him. The nook isn’t really built for two people to sit like this, it’s a bit cramped but you couldn’t be more comfortable, you want to make sure he’s okay with this position but he’s already got his book open, held in one outstretched hand so you simply open yours, placing it on your bent knees. 

It’s surprisingly good. You’ve always had a preference for campy, over the top romance books. The sort of books with shirtless men riding horses on the front. The more ridiculous the better. But you’re completely absorbed by the story you find yourself in, gasping every so often at the reveals. 

It’s shocking once you realize you’ve already made it to the last chapter, you had completely forgotten you were lying against Din until you turn and see that he must have finished his book at some point because now he’s reading yours over your shoulder.

“Can we finish this before I take you to get your dinner?” He mumbles, leaning forward slightly.

There is a peace to this situation that you’re sure you’ve never known.

This is the kind of life you could have with him.

You can’t seem to find the words to respond, and the lump in your throat won’t let you make something up so you nod, and you lean your head back against his chest and continue where you left off. 

You like the ending. Much to your surprise the story ended happily, you had even teared up a bit when you realized everything was going to work out for the love interests. You might let him pick books for you more often, as long as he lets you find him something less boring to read. There has to be at least one exciting book about ships in here. 

If there isn’t, you’ll find him one tomorrow when you go to the city library. 

He sits up, which of course means you also sit up. He lets you stand first, your legs are stiff from being in the same position for hours but you find your footing quickly. He seems to be having no issues as he’s putting the books back. 

You’re waiting for him to take your hand so you can fetch dinner, the two of you standing in silence for a moment, when it hits you, you feel like an idiot. 

He isn’t going to take your hand. 

Because you’re leaving the library and someone could see. 

You plaster on a strained smile before leaving, thankfully he says nothing about your hesitation as you begin walking towards the kitchens. 

Leo is of course waiting for you by the entrance. (You’ve come to accept that he’s simply everywhere at this point.) And you do the same thing you always do, he asks what you’d like to eat, you tell him whatever they’ve cooked, he insists you can request anything you’d like, you insist you’d like what they’ve cooked. 

The only difference this time is that you ask for seconds.

He disappears in a huff before swiftly returning with several sealed dishes, as always he hands them to Mando and not you. 

✩

The two of you return to your chambers and when he steps inside you lock the door behind you.

“Sit.” You say it as sternly as possible. Like it’s an order. He sets the food on the floor before sitting with his legs crossed next to it. “You’re gonna eat, this is non-negotiable.” 

He immediately begins to protest but you shush him.

“You don’t need to feed me anymore. I can take care of myself.” He starts trying to stand but you firmly plant your hands on his shoulders and push him back down.

“Clearly not, you didn’t eat once today, I’m sure of it.” You frown down at him.

“Neither did you.”

“That's because I was watching you! And now to make up for it I’m going to eat real food, not ration packs.”

He doesn’t budge, still staring at you blankly.

“Listen… if you do this, I’ll reward you.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively.

You hadn’t really planned to give in so soon but you’re only human, he had gotten you pretty fired up in the library today whether that was his intention or not. 

And you certainly aren’t going to say it, but you miss being with him in that way.

“Are you trying to bribe me with sex?” The disbelief in his voice is apparent, you ignore it, dividing up the food, making sure his portion is considerably larger, they always give you too much food anyway.

“Is it working?” You set the plate in front of him, batting your eyelashes innocently. He coughs nervously, leaning back.

“No. I don’t want sex to be a currency with you, I want you to want it.” His voice is strained and you can’t help but smirk. 

“That’s a shame, because you’re going to eat either way.” You stand, walking so you're behind him, sitting back to back, your plate in your lap. 

“That’s a wild assumption, princess.” His voice is still modulated so you know he hasn’t made any attempts to listen. 

“I thought you were trying to earn my forgiveness?” That shuts him up. He grumbles for a few moments before you hear a hiss and a clunk as he sets his helmet on the floor. “Thank you.”

“Don’t sound so smug, you can only use that reason so many times before I stop giving in.” He mumbles through a mouthful of food, it makes you grin. 

“Speaking of your road to redemption, can I ask you any questions I want now?” You swallow a bite as you say it.

“Sure, I’m not going to guarantee an answer, but sure.”

“What was on the flower, the one I gave you for your birthday?” He groans the moment you ask it.

“Please don’t make me say it, I know you know.” He sounds terribly embarrassed but you’re simply furrowing your brow in confusion. Are you supposed to know? You think on it for a few minutes, chewing thoughtfully before your eyes go wide.

“Was that a piece of my nightie that you ripped the first time we-“

“Yes.” 

Your face couldn’t possibly get any redder and your smile couldn’t possibly get any wider. 

“I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.” You can’t help but tease, he’s so rarely flustered in lighthearted moments like this.

“There are plenty of things you don’t know about me.” You hum softly at his response. “I’d like it if you did know them.” He always has to have the upperhand, he can never just let you tease him without leaving you breathless. 

“I’d like to know everything.” 

“I’d tell you everything.” He sounds so sincere. 

But he doesn’t sound ready.

“When you really want to.”  

He’s quiet, briefly, and then he reaches back to set his empty plate down next to you, you aren’t even halfway done with yours. You turn around as he stands, you didn’t hear him put his helmet back on but there it is. 

“It’s late princess, I need to go home.” 

There’s undeniably disappointment on your face as you stand, following him to the door. 

“You don’t want to stay? I’m pretty sure I owe you a reward.” You give him a hopeful smile and his glove covers your eyes, your heart is racing. 

There’s that wonderful hiss of air. It’s quickly becoming your favorite sound in the world. 

You’re practically vibrating with anticipation.

And then you feel a soft kiss on your forehead. 

In an instant the glove is gone and the helmet is back in place as if it had never moved. 

“Good night, sarad’ika.” You feel ridiculous as you pout at him. 

“You can’t be serious.”

He chuckles as he opens the door. 

“Are you really going to turn me down?”  You reach past him to try and close it again but he holds it open, still laughing. 

“Yes, I am. Tonight I am.” He’s got one foot out the door now.  

“Din… I’m giving you permission, I swear, it’s fine.” 

“I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen tonight, cyare”

For Maker’s sake you’re practically begging him. 

“Then when?” As you ask he leans forward, just a tiny bit.

“When you really want to.”  

And just like that he’s leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Cocky bastard.

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[freyasilverbough]

Just me headcanoning about my oc again, don’t mind me

BG3 spoilers ahead

2am rambles, screenshot because I love her

I think that Freya played a pretty heavy role in the initial assault on Moonrise Towers. She’s got a soldier background, is roughly around 250 years old, and she’s literally a Selûnite paladin. We all know that Ketheric was a Selûnite-turned-Sharran before he abandoned both goddesses for Myrkul, and other paladins don’t look too kindly on oathbreakers. In DnD, paladins are typically the ones basically leading the charge against evil forces.

Because of this, I think Freya was on the front lines, more than likely fighting Ketheric himself when Moonrise fell and the curse was unleashed. She witnessed firsthand what happened that day and could not stop it, and it’s the first time she’s ever had to flee a battlefield.

She feels some insane guilt and self hatred over it, on par with if not exceeding Halsin’s, and she puts away her Selûnite armor in favor of the armor she wore during her mercenary days because she takes the failure on herself and doesn’t believe she’s worthy of carrying her goddess’s symbols anymore, until the tadfools march on Moonrise for the second time. She doesn’t falter in her oath or her devotion per se but she’s lost faith in herself, and her oath keeps her fighting.

She keeps all of this extremely close to her chest until a certain druid is the only one to notice the telltale signs of her rising panic as they near the curse (sleeping less, taking more watch duties in camp, not eating enough, increased agitation, etc). He’s so open with her about his own guilt and struggles with the curse that it starts to crack her inner walls and eventually she tells him everything she knows about that day and it’s the first little glimmer of hope that these two strong leaders can finally lean on someone else for a change during their dark days.

After they reach Last Light she shows Dammon a sketch of her old Selûnite armor and asks if he can make a new suit since hers obviously got left behind when she was kidnapped by the mind flayers, of course we know Dammon can make anything so he gets to work and finishes just before they go to free the Nightsong.

When she puts it on her guilt melts into resolve to set everything right and Halsin sees her tear up for the first time.

Freeing the Nightsong and meeting Dame Aylin is way emotional for her and after they defeat Ketheric, she has long talks with Aylin about paladin of Selûne things.

She does not get along with Shadowheart at all but when Shadowheart starts doubting Shar they start opening up to each other and become inseparable besties after Shadowheart defies Shar.

As a paladin she insists that Halsin spend his magic healing her friends and this pisses him off because she uses nothing but the last dregs of her magic to heal herself, even if she’s practically bleeding out since she’s always taking the heaviest hits (he ignores her and heals her anyway teehee).

Basically Act 1 Freya is a prickly stubborn bitch, Act 2 her gooey center starts to show, and by Halsin’s confession in Baldur’s Gate/Act 3 she’s learned to love and feel and show her feelings again after bottling them up for so long.

I also make Orin take Halsin for the angst, Freya gets capital P Pissed and insists on a 1v1 duel with Bhaal’s Chosen to let out all that rage.

Paladins are so interesting to me, I love them, smiting is fun but the whole concept of their oaths is so much fun to explore and I’m working on a fic for it but unfortunately my stupid job is cutting into my Baldur’s Gate time :(

[thetavolution]

20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS

I got this from @galesdevoteewife

Please consider yourself tagged if you are interested in building these details for your tav/oc! Feel free to @ me as I would love to read them

I'm doing this for my current obsessions Vaira (githyanki paladin romancing Gale) and Ingrid (deep gnome circle of the spores druid romancing Halsin)!

Vaira

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

If you haven't caught her sweaty and bloody after battle, she has a bit of a lemongrass and ginger smell to her. Or she might smell similar to something like dragon blood.

Sometimes after traveling to the astral plane, she smells a bit like ozone.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

It'd be like an exotic sweet wine. Astarion would be excited because he guessed right.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

Depends on her mood. Sometimes she likes a long romantic or sensual kiss. Other times, she's playful with her kisses or teases Gale. She's getting better at giving simple comforting kisses like forehead kisses and such.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Gale is her first real romance and she's learning what she likes. She loves to cuddle up to him with her head on his chest unless it's too hot. She likes to fall asleep to Gale's heartbeat.

When it's too hot to cuddle, she still likes to be next to him and touching him somehow, but with enough distance to stay cool. She usually throws the blanket off of herself during the night.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

She likes to make sure she sets up in a spot where no one can sneak up on her. Her tent is full of weapons and armor.

Her companions notice more and more magic scrolls making their way into her tent as she falls deeper in love. She seems to be collecting them for him.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

They'd be green with gold flecks.

Photo Origin: beautifulloveshopArt on Etsy

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

She doesn't really collect things unless you count weapons. After she falls for Gale, you could say she collects magic scrolls.

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

Sorry, Gale, she's in the Wyll/Shadowheart club. Once she discovers them, she absolutely loves them.

She will read books Gale recommends directly to her. He's never wrong about what she'll like. Even if it's not a genre she'd normally read, he's always right on the money.

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Sometimes Astarion is that person. They typically get along, but there are moments.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

She finds both useful. She does have a soft spot for animals so she probably uses that more.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

The fuck's a clown?

She doesn't understand what Dribbles is and it's too late to ask.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Astarion is definitely talking about Gale and Vaira's relationship. He has a lot of opinions on what they must be like behind closed doors. Lae'zel tells him to keep it to himself.

Whatever Jaheira and Lae'zel say behind her back, they will also say it to her face. Jaheira teases her about finding her first love. She also talks about how unlike most gith she is.

Lae'zel voices her concern about Gale distracting her. And she's trying to see what Vaira would want in a non-gith... as Lae'zel also falls for a non-gith.

Karlach and Shadowheart make playful jokes about her falling for Gale. There's something very funny about a tough gith becoming a lovesick puppy.

Minthara understands her. She's blunt but honest in her gossip. As far as Minthara is concerned, Vaira is sheltered by her brethren. Vai's in over her head but has the strength to get through it.

They definitely all talk about how weird it is to see a paladin gith and how, even compared to Lae'zel, she's so shockingly nice and heroic for a githyanki. Astarion definitely has an impersonation of her in his back pocket.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Gale's jokes get her. Once she loosens up, she has a loud and boisterous laugh. Gale makes it his mission in life to make her to laugh loudly. In time, she warms up to Minthara's jokes. She also lets out a good laugh whenever she defeats a particularly difficult foe.

She also starts to love puns and dad jokes which Gale loves and hates. She's the one who'd find "No Pun Intended Volume Too" and read it to Gale.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

She tries to have a inside joke with Lae'zel once someone tells her best friends have inside jokes with each other. Both are trying really, really hard to have a inside joke. Lae'zel only does it because she knows it means so much to Vaira.

Gale wants to help but he cannot. He has to watch in pain from the sidelines.

As she gets more comfortable with Gale, she would eventually start having inside jokes with him. I'm not sure what they are at this time, but some of them would be very personal.

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

"Practical and functional. Constructed to help keep cool on a hot night."

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

"Built for function, not fun. It just has the side effect of showing off one's figure."

Don't worry, she gets fun undies later.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but gith don't really do birthday celebrations. Vaira wouldn't even think about it until she met Gale. She'd get into birthday traditions because of him and only because of him. But then all she'd want to do is have good food and cake with him. They might go to a show or Gale might create an illusion for her.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

She wouldn't be big on binge watching. She would try to get Gale to watch some of her favs with her: The Boys, Yellowjackets, Game of Thrones, Broadchurch, Black Books, and The Royle Family.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I do. I'm obsessed with making playlists for characters.

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

On The Outside - Oingo Boingo

Antidote - Faith Marie

Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe and FINNEAS (for Vaira/Gale)

Little Big Boy - Madds Buckley

Godhunter - Aviators

Secret for the Mad - Dodie

Sonne - Rammstein

Legends Are Made - Sam Tinnesz

Glory And Gore - Lorde

If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin

War of Hearts - Ruelle (for Vaira/Gale)

EAT ME - Demi Lovato ft. Royal & the Serpent

Rebel Girl - Bikini Girl

Shitlist - L7

Seether - Veruca Salt

Breakfast - Dove Cameron

Are You Satisfied? - MARINA

What a Difference a Day Makes - Dinah Washington (Vaira/Gale)

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry (for Vaira/Gale)

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Potions by the barrowful and a lot of scrolls. She also carries a lot of weapons with her. In game, I have her carrying so many weapons. I won't put them down.

She also carries a lot of gold because she hates spending money.

Ingrid

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

She would have a dark floral scent. As a druid, she's always followed by a foresty smell, too.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Earthy or floral. It would taste like either mushrooms or rosewater.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

Normally, she loves very gentle and loving kisses. She likes to be soft most of the time. She can also be very passionate and heated, or playful though.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

She's cold a lot of the time and likes to stay close to her lover. Since Halsin is huge compared to her, she's usually snuggled in his arms or she's the little spoon to his big spoon.

Some nights she might wild shape into a cat to fall asleep on top of Halsin, especially if he wild shapes into a bear.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

She has a small tent with a lot of reminders of the forest and the Underdark. There are mushrooms, herbs, and plenty of other plant life.

She would also have spiders around her. She loves spiders, but not lolth.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

It'd be galaxy blue.

Photo from Crystal Maggie.

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

She collects herbs and medicines, if that counts. She does have a decent book collection back home.

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

She would double dip in both. Don't make her choose! She'd start a new book club with Halsin. Yes, they would read books magic, literature, and medicine, but they'd also read trashy romance together. Halsin is down for anything.

She also loves horror books. She'd probably read those with Jaheira.

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Minthara. There's a lot going on between them because of the whole drow and deep gnome thing.

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

She loves both, but she uses speak with dead more often.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

She doesn't think about them. They aren't really a thing in the Underdark and once she came to the surface, she hasn't seen a lot of them.

She feels bad for Dribbles, but that's the long and short of it.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Astarion has a million theories about her and Halsin's sex life. And Halsin unintentionally helps fuel the flames. Well, sometimes it's intentional.

Astarion is usually gossiping with Shadowheart who very obviously would love to also climb Mount Halsin as well.

The companions also gossip about how she's mousy and doesn't always project a leader attitude. They joke about how she says things and her vocal quirks. I think they gossip about her nature loving ways like they do Halsin, too.

But if an outsider ever tried to comment on the same things negatively, it'd be over for them. It's the family energy of "I can make fun of them, but don't you dare think you have that right."

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

She laughs a lot when she's with Astarion and Karlach. She finds Gale's sense of humor funny, too. (I accidentally romanced Gale with her at first lol.)

Jaheira and Ingrid get along really well. Once Ingrid warms up to her, they get each other to laugh a lot. Jaheira realizes Ingrid's sense of humor is pretty compatible with hers.

She loves dry humor, silly jokes, and she's partial to things that are so bad they're good kind of funny.

She has a very soft giggle most of the time. She will rarely do a deep belly laugh.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

I'm blanking on what the jokes would be. I just know she'd have some. She and Jaheira would eventually have one. So would Ingrid and Halsin.

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

"This simple yet elegant garment is an homage to nature with a dash of Underdark sensibilities."

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

"It has cute little spiders embroidered on it."

She just really likes spiders.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She never really celebrated before coming to Baldur's Gate. Her family never paid enough attention to her to do it. Once she makes friends, she likes to do a really simple celebration with an outdoor picnic with plenty of food and sweets. If it's raining or something, she likes to still have the picnic but in an open air structure (if it's safe to do so).

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

Her shows would be The Haunting of Hill House, From, Twin Peaks, Ash vs Evil Dead, and What We Do In the Shadows.

Halsin would watch to support her, but I don't know how into them he'd actually be. I feel like he'd just watch a lot of documentaries. She'd also get him to watch stuff like Paranormal Home Inspectors and he'd just be so confused why she likes it.

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I do!

Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland

To My Parents - Anna Clendening

Basket Case - Green Day

almost home - mxmtoon

When He Sees Me - Sara Bareilles (for Ingrid/Halsin)

She Gets the Flowers - Beth McCarthy

I Deserve to Bleed - Sushi Soucy

Anxiety Song - Rayne Blakeman

Panic Attacks in Paradise - Ashnikko

sorry haha i fell asleep - Egg

Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny, Tegan and Sara (for Ingrid/Halsin)

Overthink - Addison Grace

Teenage Dirtbag - Cavetown, chloe moriondo

The Romantic - Lauryn Marie (for Ingrid/Halsin)

Unpretty - TLC

i can't breathe - Bea Miller

Hearts A Mess - Gotye

Ugly - Nicole Dollanganger

Sorry About Your Parents - Icon For Hire

overwhelmed - Royal & the Serpent

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

So many herbs and crystals. She also carries a lot of talk to animal potions. She also has a lot of books in her backpack.

[dindjarindiaries]

The Mandalorian Season 3 if The Mandalorian Season 2.5 Didn’t Exist

Here’s what I imagine The Mandalorian season 3 looking like if Din Djarin and Grogu didn’t appear in The Book of Boba Fett. For the sake of this creation, there’s no time gap between what we see in TBOBF and what we see in The Mandalorian season 3 (bear with me!).

DISCLAIMER: This is just for fun. I enjoyed the way the story was told in both TBOBF as well as The Mandalorian season 3.

CHAPTER 17: THE APOSTATE

It begins with Din going after Kaba Baiz. All of that remains the same, with Din using the Darksaber, injuring himself, and returning Baiz’s head on Glavis. When he gets to the covert’s location, something there—a cryptic message, an inscription, etc.—redirects him to their new hideout on the planet we see in season 3. Din’s forced to find bacta spray on Glavis for his wound on his own, making this episode even more lonely.

Din then takes the public transport to Tatooine and finds Peli to get the N-1 Starfighter. This entire sequence stays the same until Din’s test flight is over. He decides he has to go to his covert so he can ask the Armorer to make Grogu’s chainmail. He bids farewell to Peli for now and makes his way to his covert.

There, Din reveals he possesses the Darksaber, and the Armorer continues to tell him the history of it. He offers his beskar spear for her to make into armor, including Grogu’s chainmail. Paz Vizsla has still overheard much of this and when the Armorer tries to train Din with the saber, Paz challenges him. They duel, Din wins, and he’s forced to reveal that he’s removed his helmet. Then comes the episode title: Din is ruled out as an apostate.

As Din reflects on this inside the N-1, he looks at the Grogu-shaped bundle of armor and decides that visiting his son is just the kind of comfort he needs after such devastation.

CHAPTER 18: THE CHOICE

Din makes his way to Ossus and meets with R2. R2 guides him to the future sight of Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy before the droid shuts down. Din’s given a bench to rest on while he waits.

Meanwhile, Grogu sits and trains with Luke. He’s taught a lesson or two and is taken through a difficult yet brief flashback of his past. Luke comforts him in the aftermath.

Din awakes from his brief rest when Ahsoka alerts him. She tells Din of Luke’s plans to make the Jedi Academy and then takes him on a walk near the place where Luke and Grogu are training. He tells her that he wants to see Grogu and is set on giving him his chainmail, but Ahsoka changes his mind and insists that seeing Grogu will only make things harder for them both. Din, wanting to do what’s best for Grogu, asks that she delivers the armor and he leaves Ossus to head towards Nevarro.

Din’s stint on Nevarro is intercut with Grogu’s training. While Grogu works with Luke, Din talks with Greef Karga and rejects the offers of both a cabin and a position as marshal. He assists with the pirates and requests to have IG-11 for his mission on Mandalore. The Anzellans can’t fix IG-11 and Din sets out to get the part. He narrowly escapes Gorian Shard’s antics.

While that happens, Ahsoka gives Luke the chainmail from Din, and Luke sets both that and a lightsaber in front of Grogu. He gives Grogu a choice: take the lightsaber and become a padawan, or take the chainmail and return to the Mandalorian.

The episode ends with Din talking with Peli on Tatooine once again, though another ship joins them. Peli thinks it’s the New Republic after her (for no reason Mando, don’t sweat it), but it’s revealed to be Grogu. Din and Grogu have a sweet and emotional reunion.

CHAPTER 19: THE MINES OF MANDALORE

With Grogu having returned and R5 tagging along thanks to the lack of IG parts, Din and Grogu head to Kalevala in hopes of uniting with Bo-Katan Kryze. She’s not pleased to see them in her palace and she openly shares her distaste for Din’s people and his Way. Din asks why she’s given up her hopes of retaking Mandalore and she tells him it’s because of the saber driving away her forces. Din leaves her on her own and decides to head to Mandalore on his own, which isn’t far from Kalevala.

From here on to the end, everything from the episode of the same title is the same. Din tells Grogu how to navigate the galaxy, they land on Mandalore, Din gets in a skirmish trying to save R5, he gets captured by the cyborg, Grogu gets Bo-Katan for help, and Bo saves Din both then and in the Living Waters. It ends with Bo-Katan seeing the Mythosaur.

CHAPTER 20: THE COVERT

Din awakens after nearly drowning and tells Bo he didn’t see anything in the Waters. They leave Mandalore and find themselves getting chased by TIE Interceptors. On Kalevala, Din transfers to the N-1, and he assists Bo-Katan in defeating the TIEs. They’re too late in realizing it was a diversion for them to destroy Bo’s home.

Din leads her to the covert, where Din earns his redemption from the Armorer. Surprisingly, Bo earns the very same thing.

We go on to see Mandalorians training on the shore. Din has Grogu enter a training match with another foundling, one that he uses both his Jedi training and what he’s learned from Din to win. Just after the foundling walks away, he’s taken by the raptor, and everything that happens in “The Foundling” goes on to happen, ending with Bo telling the Armorer about the Mythosaur.

CHAPTER 21: THE PIRATE

This episode stays just as the same. There’s just a briefly added mention of Doctor Pershing by Elia Kane when she’s standing in the room with Carson Teva, something about his old lab being on Nevarro and that makes the planet untrustworthy. Best to let those pirates take care of it.

CHAPTER 22: GUNS FOR HIRE

This episode stays the same, but there’s an added mention by Din of his job on Glavis. It’s not detailed and it’s quick, but it’s some comment about how his last job didn’t go so smoothly (Kaba Baiz) and he hopes this one will make up for it. This will make the success of this job directly compare to that on Glavis and will show how Din’s work has become more efficient following his reunion with Grogu.

CHAPTER 23: THE SPIES

This episode stays exactly the same.

CHAPTER 24: THE RETURN

This episode stays the same, but at the end, Grogu has the silver shifter knob. It ties everything back to season 1.

[zebrabaker]

On Mando'a and Goran'e

In a discord server, some friends and I got to talking about the way goran'e would get apprentices, what those apprenticeships may look like, and the appropriate terminology! Here's my hour-plus rant, condensed into a more rational discussion. Long post under the cut!

The word cabur is often taken to mean 'teacher' (It's why many fics refer to the Jedi Masters as Jett'cabur.), but it technically means more along the lines of 'guardian' or 'protector', and while a Master would be responsible for their apprentice(s), this term didn't quite feel right to me.

Historically, an apprentice didn’t have much distance from their masters. Often, they lived with their Master and their family, usually from about the age of 10-13, up until they were an adult and/or completed their apprenticeship. At that point, they became Journeymen, and would typically live in a lodging or boardinghouse and continue to practice and improve their craft.

A Master was your teacher and guardian. They were responsible for your education, room, board, health and upbringing. If an apprentice did something that broke the law, the Master could even be held partially responsible, much like a child's parent.

A goran, like a historical Master craftsperson, would likely take on one apprentice at first, and later in their career, once they've gotten used to teaching, will take on more. There were such things as junior and senior apprentices as well. A junior apprentice goran would be left the more dull menial tasks. Cleaning the workshop, maintaining tools, fueling the forge, running errands, etc. A senior apprentice would be given the more menial tasks of armor making, like wiring the HUD and smoothing out the edges of the work, and eventually the simpler armor pieces. Journeymen would be given slightly more complicated work, shaping and tailoring the armor to the Mando'ad and doing the repairs and small adjustemnts that would be brought in, which would be the majority of the work of an armor smith regardless of time or setting.

Crafting new armor would be the tasks of the goran, as the most intense and skilled work. In the Great Forges of Sundari and Keldabe, where there were multiple goran'e working at their individual forges and anvils, there would also have been a step above the goran'e, the forge master, which I would write as goran'alor. They would be an extremely experienced and skilled goran who most likely would have trained at least three or four goran'e in their time, some of whom may even have worked in the Great Forge with them!

Now, that aside, an important aspect to keep in mind is that, for Mando'ade, a goran is more than just a craftsperson. They're spiritual and cultural leaders as well. So, becoming an apprentice goran means that not only are you doing the dumb chores that no one likes (cleaning the forge, polishing the finished armor, maintaining tools, running errands, maybe cooking, etc.) you're doing a LOT of studying! Learning history, religion, and philosophy, sociopolitical situations - there's a LOT to cover, and you can't slack off either. You're expected to someday be able to wisely advise the leaders of your people in a lot of subjects. Senior apprentices would have handled things like accepting and signing for deliveries, delivering orders, or handling customers and any important mail that arrived.

As for becoming an apprentice, I really can't imagine kids submitting applications to be an apprentice goran. A goran was typically the one in charge of the verd'goten, after which you reached a cultural age of self-determination (think of it like first communion or a bat/bar/b'nai mitzvah. Not a legal or cultural adult, but old enough to start making certain religious and cultural choices yourself.). I can only imagine that finding an apprentice would be done by watching the community and observing the kids, seeing who has potential. Then it would involve talking to them a few months after their verd'goten, once they've had time to adjust to their new status to make the offer, which would likely include the parent(s) as a courtesy.

There's also a very real chance that to become a goran, you would have to either move across or off planet, or renounce your Clan and House. Yes, tribe is one of the six actions, but at the same time, a goran must be entirely impartial and unbiased. Historically, priests and nuns basically cut themselves from their families to better devote themselves to their studies and charity work. Noble and royal bastards often entered the church to avoid political chaos, as the church was SUPPOSED to be a neutral party.

Now, for the terminology! I'm using Mando'a Dictionary for this part.

While the word cabur means 'guardian' or 'protector', hibir means 'student' and hibirar means 'learn'. Combining hibir with goran, we would get the general term for an apprentice armorer, gor'hibir. We can also include the usual ori and ika to indicate senior and junior apprentices, ori'gor'hibir for senior and gor'hibir'ika for junior.

Looking again to Mando'a dictionary, we can also kinda extrapolate the word for 'teacher' from these two words:

It looks like bajur is the general cultural concept, while bajir is the verb for 'to teach'. That 'ar' suffix at the end of hibirar is all that seperates the word for 'learn', likely a verb, and 'one who learns', a descriptive. We can then combine that 'ar' suffix with our words related to teaching, giving us either bajurar (one who teaches) or bajirar (one who partakes in the cultural concept). I would go with bajurar for a general teacher, like a school teacher or professor; but the word for a Master over your apprenticeship may be different due to the intensity of that relationship. Remember, an apprentice lived with their Master from their *early* teens until adulthood.

There's two options here, it could be connected to the word for parent, buir, or the word for best, jatne. I went with buir for this, while jatne could be used to indicate mastery. So, working with buir and bajurar, we get buir'jurar, meaning the Master of an apprenticeship!

There was more involved in this discussion, mostly me ranting about journeymen, guilds and their purposes, and my own intense hyperfixation on Mando'a in general.

These terms are all free for people to use if you want, Mando'a is mostly fan-made so sharing is vital to fleshing out the language. I just ask that if you use them for a fic you credit my A03 (Lilnome).

[spinningbuster98]

Metroid Fusion Part 3: Sci-Fi magic!

One of my favorite aspects of Fusion is how creative it can get with its linearity

Oh sure about half the time you’re getting railroaded by arbitrary level design shenanigans like crumbling blocks (Fusion’s favorite trick) or Security Doors. But other times it’ll be something rather unique that tends to tie into the story

It may be the SA-X destroying some doors, some creatures in Sector 2 starting to gestate which will result in them later evolving into stronger forms when you go back there later in the game, the X trying to blow up the station etc

It’s fun, it’s varied, it’s creative and helps make the game feel more memorable by putting a ton of set pieces. Moreover it makes the gameworld feel alive, like some sort of ever-changing being that’s actively out to get you and you never know what it’s gonna do next

No other game in the series does this. Super only has some brief scripted moments here and there, mostly at the beginning and end, but otherwise very little “happens” on Zebes. Dread and Prime 3, despite taking many cues from Fusion’s linear design, don’t really try to be creative with said linrearity. Dread’s EMMIs probably wouldn’t have worked as intended if the game had too many scripted scenarios but there’s nothing in Prime 3′s story that necessitates its linearity as it mostly hinges on cutscenes, mostly nothing about the game’s world(s) changing.

On the one hand I love how Fusion brings back the Etecoons and Dachoras from Super as a nice continuity nod! However:

1) I don’t buy Adam’s explanation about the X ignoring them because they “had nothing of interest to the X”. The Dachoras can speedboost what are you talking about?

2) The stuff that Samus says about them, alongside her little musing at the start about this being the second time she’s owed her life to the baby has always been unintentionally hilarious to me

She says that the Etecoons and Dachoras were the ones who taught her the wall jump and speedboost, which was true back then....

....except just two years later Zero Mission would come out and have her use those very same abilities way before she met those creatures

Then Samus Returns came along and had the baby rescue her from Ridley, thus making it 3 times total that the baby saved her

I like to imagine that she suffered a little bit of brain damage from that initial X attack, she does say it had infected her central nervous system...

I once saw someone claim that Dread wasted the X because it had the X-infested Chozo soldiers had glowing white eyes which very plainly marked them as X in disguise which would go against the idea of the X being able to perfectly mimick other beings and in general none of the X there tried to successfully mimick someone to pull off tricks or anything.

First off: none of the X we see in the game are trying to trick Samus, they’re out for her blood just like in Fusion so there’d be no need for their disguises to be 100% accurate, much like how the SA-X has emotionless white eyes

Second: it’s true that Dread never utilizes the X’s ability to copy others to have a real John Carpenter’s the Thing type of situation (except for ZDR’s backstory)...but the same goes for Fusion, in fact it’s worse here!

Samus’ mission is to look for any survivors on the station, instead of using its scientist disguise to set the station to blow it would’ve been far stealthier and more in line with the X’s abilities for that specific X to trick Samus into thinking it’s a survivor thus lowering her guard and springing a trap on her....but it never happens!

Honestly as much as the X may have been based on the Thing I think the main reason for their mimicking abilities is simply to justify the SA-X’s existence and and reuse past enemies

Anyway let’s talk about flimsy sci-fi!

Now I know that this is a series about a woman with alien bird DNA i her, wearing a high tech suit of armor and with the ability to somehow turn into a ball, so realism isn’t exactly its top priority, and that’s fine!

Sci-fi, in a way, is just magic that tries to be somewhat credible, if it were 100% real it wouldn’t be sci fi it would be just straight science

However sci-fi must still adhere to some internal rules in order to not stretch its own believability while at the same time not try to explain itself too much because, in the end, there is no real explanation for stuff like faster than light travel or high tech pseudo bio armors

I have no issue with stuff like the Morph Ball because the series is smart enough to not even try to explain it, thus leaving it completely up to the viewer’s interpretation to imagine how this fancy piece of high tech gadgetry even works.

However there are a few occasions in Fusion where the game...kinda tries to explain some of its sci-fi elements and it...kinda ends up raising more questions than answers

So a Core-X downloads the data for the Varia Suit and gains its abilities. Adam points ou how this shouldn’t be possible since the X are purely organic creatures. Ok good, so what’s the explanation?

“They can process data organically”

....what does that even mean? Data is digital, how can you “process it organically”? Given that the X have absorbed the knowledge of human scientists I can believe that they’ve gained the ability to understand and decipher data but just because you know how to read a bunch of 1s and 0s that doesn’t mean you can suddenly develop an ability just by understanding the data. I can understand Samus’ armor: it downloads the data and so develops suit modifications following said data. And the game doesn’t bother to explain any further!

Then there’s the Ice Missiles. Samus can’t use the Ice Beam because her Metroid DNA has rendered vulnerable to cold. Ok it makes sense. So what’s so different about the Ice Missiles? They’re still a cold based weapon.

Maybe the idea is that the cold is contained inside the missiles’ caps thus not coming into contact with Samus’ own body? I would buy that explanation if not for the fact that the Missiles have to be at least partially generated by the armor. Yeah sure they’re a finite resource that can run out but you download the modification that allows them to have a freezing effect, meaning that the suit has to generate the cold in the first place right? It couldn’t have been that initial download and that’s that otherwise it would only apply to those exact missiles that Samus had while performing the download.

God, Bird Magic is fucking obnoxious!

[crescent-cubed]

LONG ASS BIGSAW POST BELOW CUT

OK SO

First things first, let me go over my vision for BIGSAW!

BIGSAW aims to be a setting-neutral d100 system inspired by D&D 5e, and the ways that the community has come up with over the years to make it better, along with some personal touches! I want it to be very flexible, in that it gives Game Masters the ability to pick and choose from a bunch of additional optional rules alongside the base rules, many of which can be customized themselves!

Now, you may be wondering, what does BIGSAW stand for?

It's an anagram of the first letters of each of the Stats in the game! The Stats are as follows:

Brawn

Intellect

Grace

Sense

Appeal

Will

Technically, I would have liked it to go BGSIAW so that similar Stats are next to each other, but that isn't as catchy or legible as BIGSAW, so it's not that big of a deal.

Each Stat value is added to d100 rolls, which are the equivalent of d20 rolls in D&D or Pathfinder. This system uses a d100≥difficulty success ruling, meaning that you have to roll equal to or above the desired number set by the Game Master in order to succeed at difficult actions.

At character creation, the base rules state that each Stat starts at 0, and you have 30 Stat Points to add to each stat, with the maximum value of a Stat being 15 at character creation. In addition, you are able to reduce a Stat down to -5 in order to gain an equivalent number of stat points if you want to Min/Max your character a bit!

Each of the Stats are used for different things, obviously!

Brawn is the Strength AND Constitution equivalent for the system! Now, I know that it can be a bit of a controversial take to have HP and strength damage use the same stat, BUT my reasoning is that, if you're gonna be on the front lines with heavy armor and a battleaxe, you're already likely to have both of those stats high already, so why not just combine them?

Intellect is the Intelligence equivalent for the system! Shocker, I know, lol. I'm thinking about adding a rule that lets players roll Intellect in certain situations for a chance for the GM to give them a hint on how to solve a problem!

Grace is the Dexterity equivalent for the system! Not really much else to say here, honestly! It's probably not gonna change much from D&D!

Sense is the Wisdom equivalent for the system! It's flavored to be more about common sense, instinct, and literal senses, rather than about actual wisdom, which fits more under Intellect, anyways.

Appeal is the Charisma equivalent for the system! However, unlike D&D it is ONLY used for social/artistic abilities in this system! Things like Sorcerer magic in D&D are covered by Will!

Will is a sort of mix of Constitution and Charisma for the system, but ONLY for the ability to resist or power through effects for the Constitution aspect, and power skills that depend on life force, willpower, etc for the Charisma aspect.

I'm also gonna have Skills that will be able to be added to rolls, regardless of Stat used, so long as the Skill is relevant to the roll!

Lastly, for this post at least, I'm getting rid of levels, in a way! Instead, I'm replacing it with the Rank system! Rank, as of right now, uses a 1-10 rating system to determine how powerful your character is and what Abilities they have access to. Rank is gained through milestones ONLY, while Ability Points and Skill Points are given out both at a Rank Up and by the GM at smaller milestones! Stat Points are only given at Rank Up.

That's it for now! I have a few other ideas in the works, such as armor, differentiating Brawn vs Grace weapon fighting, a possible Mana/Energy pool, and how Skills and Abilities work!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

[adrianasunderworld]

hey there, i noticed that you're a fashion doll fan, and don't you think twst would make a great fashion doll franchise, i mean nrc students are definitely passionate about fashion enough for it, and it would be interesting to see a fashion doll franchise that centers around male characters

Listen, listen. You're speaking my language. If I could have it my way, all the things I love would have beautiful doll lines. I would love for twst fashion dolls to be a thing, with full articulation and cute accessories. The whole 9 yards. I really want to, at some point, do twst doll customs. But not anytime soon. 

I hope one day we can get a line of fashion dolls like Barbie, Monster high, Rainbow High, but primarily guys. I think that will be really good for little boys that like dolls to have that and see themselves in their toys.

But anyway, since I'm on this train of thought, Imma just keep going on what I would want for a Twisted Wonderland doll line. Obviously the core set of dolls would be the housewardens. All the boxes would be shaped like a coffin, like the ones you show up in orientation to. Or at least the window of the box that doll is in. Like G1 monster highs. The background of the box would be the game background for their dorm. The back of the box would have their full body sprite artwork, along their little about me description, along with a small description about Night Raven College.

Then obviously the doll themselves would be in the box. I want this to be one of those deluxe doll sets, you know with a whole second outfit and accessories. The doll would come dress in their dorm uniform, and then their second outfit would be their regular school uniform. And I wan't nice clothes, ok? I want the detail Rainbow High clothes has. And I want full articulation too. Preferably made to move type articulation. But I'll take regular joints. Either way, they must be posable. And then I want the to have accessories. Like I want Leona and Malleus to have their staff. I want Azul to come with a contract he can hold in his hand. I want Idia to have his tablet. 

For their faces, I wish I had an example, but all the male anime style dolls I see are either really big bjds with inset eyes or customs. And these are more 12 inch fashion dolls you would probably buy at the Disney store or Target. But Ideally if you could take the mold and face screening of the figures and put it on a doll, that would be ideal. But their faces would be neutral. I prefer neutral dolls. Some more expressive molds would be cool, but not for the core line. As for hair, Ideally it would all be rooted. But idk how some hair would transfer to rooted at that scale. Like Azuls hair if rooted would be gel to hell and back to hold its shape. Or it could be molded. Sound off which you think is better. Idias hair would be the hardest to translate. He could have regular hair thats in various shades of blue to give the idea. Maybe it’s cut and gelled in layers to give the illusion of flame. Or his hair is molded, and the back is removable. His hair is really long though. So that is not going to pose well. I’d say sacrifice accuracy for practicality on that one. then obviously the characters would be of varying heights. Riddle would be on a shorter mold, Kalim is the more middle ground, and the we have the tall mold for characters like Vil, Leona, Malleus, etc. And that would be the core line for the The Twisted Wonderland Fashion dolls. If this was real, this would be the core line and then if they didn’t make anyone else, this would be the full set.

 But if it hypothetically sold well and they made more for us obsessive collector fans. The next wave of core dolls would be the vice housewardens/ second in commands. So Trey, Ruggie, Jamil, etc. We would get a new body mold with Ortho and his more child like build. And because I hate molded on clothes, his uniforms are more like armor pieces you can put on him. And the other new thing in this wave, Is Jade comes in a two pack with Floyd. Then maybe like with Create monster and monster high, they can make a “Perfect Prefect” line. Where it’s doll parts for you to build your own Yuu to have with all your other dolls. Or it’s like the creatable world where you get a simple base doll that comes in various skin tones or body types. and you dress them how you want to make your Yuu. There’s more, like playsets and obviously dolls of the other characters. But I’m going to stop here.  

If you have ideas of what you would want for a twst fashion doll line, feel free to add. Join me in the fantasy. lol

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter eighteen : portrait of a man (RE-UPLOAD)

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 5.4k

summary : the mandalorian and reader do some reading

warnings, etc. : language, mentions of sex

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

It’s deliciously warm when you wake. You can feel his heartbeat and you can feel the soft traces of sunlight dancing along your back. You stretch in his arms slightly but freeze up as you feel him nuzzle his chin into your hair, planting a kiss against your hairline. 

His helmet is still off.

And the room is completely illuminated by the sunrise. 

He seems to sense your hesitancy and after some adjustment his face is concealed once more as you gaze up at him.

“Sorry sarad, I must have fallen asleep without it on.” His voice is gravelly and thick with sleep as he looks down at you. He’s acting like it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you accidentally saw.

 It might very well be.

You know his creed is precious to him, even if he says he is an apostate. You don’t want him to break it just for you and end up regretting it later.

“I don’t want to see until I’m allowed to.” That doesn’t really make sense and you know it. “Will I ever be allowed to? How does that work?” He sits up as you speak, stretching his arms above his head.

“I’ll explain it another time, right now I need to get you back to your room before someone realizes you're gone.” He’s crawled to the edge of the bed and he’s already pulling his boots on.

Oh yeah. 

It was easy to fall into a fantasy of staying here with him. For a moment there you had completely forgotten that you were married, and expected in other places. You stand looking for your dress as he attaches his armor. 

“Don’t change yet, it’ll be easier to sneak you back in if you aren’t wearing a shimmery gown.” He’s so quick with it, in the time it takes you to even find your gown he’s completely done getting ready. “Do you have everything?” He turns to face you as he takes the dress from you and throws it over his arm. 

Your eyes dart to the shelf. 

Your knife is up there. 

He chuckles when he catches your line of sight.

“Not gonna happen, princess. Let’s go.” He takes your hand and hastily drags you out of the cabin. In the morning light you can see what he had been carrying you over last night.

The cabin was built partially on top of the lake. It must be a pain having to carefully step over all of the water but he doesn’t seem to mind as he scoops you into his arms and looks to be contemplating something.

“Is your bedroom window unlocked?”

That’s an odd question. But you know it is, you’re several floors up so you never lock it.

“Yes, why?” 

“No reason.” You can hear a grin on his face. 

He starts walking, not really caring if he steps into the water as he carries you towards the castle. Once you're through the gardens and past the forest trail he adjusts his cowl to cover your face. You rest your head against his chest as he makes his way towards what you assume to be the servant's entrance. But you never hear a door open, instead he leans down to whisper to you.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Is he about to take off his helmet in broad daylight?

You don’t get a chance to question it as you shut your eyes and you feel the cowl ripped from your face, there’s an unfamiliar rush of air against your skin and the sound of a click and a creak. 

“You can open them now.” He whispers again, you aren’t sure what you expect to see when you open your eyes but it certainly isn’t him standing on the outside of your window sill, balancing you in his arms.

You know immediately that it’s a mistake as you look down and find yourself several stories off the ground. 

“Maker! What is wrong with you!” You cling to him tighter but he simply laughs as he peels you off of him to set you inside. 

“Sorry, hand me your clothes.” There’s a sudden urgency in his voice that keeps you from arguing, you strip to your undergarments and toss him the things you borrowed, he doesn’t hesitate to throw your dress onto the floor. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” You’re left staring dumbfounded as he jumps off the ledge at the same moment your door swings open and Elaine’s voice fills the room.

“I’m telling you, we don’t have to knock, she isn’t here, we’ll just wait for h-“ She stops and stares at you with wide eyes and your face gets hot at the implications of her words. 

“Good morning girls.” You stammer out as they both look surprised to see you.

“Apologies for not knocking my lady.” Elaine bows as she says it, cocking an eyebrow in your direction but you don’t give her a reaction as you simply walk to the mirror to be prepped. 

They seem relieved that you don’t have anything to say and you’re relieved that Elaine doesn’t press further as they begin to dress you. The gown Lysa chooses for today is a soft gray color, the fabric shimmers in the light and it sort of reminds you of the Mandalorian’s armor. 

Nobody seems to have anything to say to each other this morning but you truly don’t mind. In a few minutes you’ll get to see him again. 

And things are okay now. 

Right?

You’ve established a mutual want. 

But what does that mean?

Shit.

You hadn’t really talked about that. But that shouldn’t matter, he had practically confessed his love, he had given you his name. 

You need to talk about it.

But he never wants to talk about it.

This time has to be different though, things are good.

It has to be different.

You don’t even realize they’ve finished until Elaine clears her throat. 

“Kriff, sorry, thank you girls, you’ve done wonderful work as always.” It’s true. As you look up at yourself in the mirror to take in another amazing job done by them. You can’t even tell that you were being carried through the forest less than an hour ago.

“Thank you, my lady, shoes?” Lysa holds up a pair of flats and you nod, taking a seat at the vanity and hiking your skirt up a bit.

Shit.

You’re still wearing his socks. 

In your rush you must have forgotten about them. 

She stares for only a moment, her eyes darting up to your face before she removes them, slipping on your flats. You can tell by the way her eyebrows raise ever so slightly that she sees the dirt on the soles of your feet from your barefoot walk in the gardens last night, but thankfully she says nothing. After a beat of silence you cough awkwardly. 

“Thank you girls, that will be all.” They nod as they both take their leave. You give them time to make their way down the hall before you grab your journal and some pens, as you throw the door open he’s there just like always. He doesn’t look like someone who had flown you up to your window this morning, he looks exactly the same as always. There’s no sense in concealing the smile on your face as you stare at him.

“Library?” You ask as he nods, you begin your trek and he still stands behind you but closer than ever before, just a step or two back. “Can we talk today?”

“Of course, princess.” A wave of relief washes over you as he says it. This might be the first time he’s ever had a positive reaction to that question. You walk in a happy silence until you arrive. Today you do not hesitate to sit in the nook, no longer haunted by the memories of what’s transpired there. 

He stands sort of bashfully, looking at you and then at a few chairs nearby. 

This is why you need to talk.

It’s things like this, your relationship is so vaguely defined and in the cold light of day, just Din, doesn’t know where to sit. 

You scootch over a bit and pat the space next to you.

“Sit with me?” You say softly to hopefully ease the anxiety that is apparent in his body language. He relaxes a bit as he takes a seat next to you, you fit like puzzle pieces, like the nook was made for the two of you to sit comfortably.

It’s an added bonus that it’s far enough into the shelves that you’ll hear anyone coming before they see you. 

He leans back against the glass as you open your journal, uncapping a pen and lazily doodling. You can feel his gaze on the pages but you don’t mind.

“What did you want to talk about mesh’la?” He murmurs as he begins to trace his fingers along your back, drawing shapes into the fabric of your dress.

It shocks you a bit.

His blatant affection. 

Nothing could have prepared you for him to act like this in the daylight. 

Of course he had humored you in the markets, and when you had been “together” he had always been kind but now his voice had a certain devotion to it, and he touched you like he needed to do it to stay grounded. 

He almost seems… clingy.

It makes your heart flutter. 

“I guess I just wanted to talk about this,” You gesture at him with the pen. “us.” 

He hums softly in agreement. 

“Okay, what about us?” He tugs gently at one of the ribbons on your corset, not hard enough to pull it loose, just hard enough to grab your attention. You shoot a glare at him, there’s no actual fire behind it.

“I thought you said you’d be good?”

“And you said I could touch you a little.” As he says it you roll your eyes before turning back to your drawings. You’ve been sketching the same curved line. The hook of his nose you had felt last night. If he recognizes it he doesn’t say anything. 

“Fine. What exactly are we?” He resumes his tracing as you say it, it feels like a juvenile question, it’s what you would always ask your boyfriends back on Hoth after a few weeks of screwing around, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“What was it you called me in the gardens? Your lover? I could be that if that’s what you’d like me to be.” His fingers have moved to your shoulders now, the shapes on your pages have turned into rough outlines of what you remember his jaw is shaped like.

Lover feels too impersonal.

This is more than that. 

He certainly isn’t your boyfriend, can you even have a boyfriend? Afterall you already have a husband. 

Would Din want to be your husband someday?

Could Din be your husband someday? Kodo certainly wouldn’t just let you leave, the trade deals your family so desperately needed would be useless if you did. Is it too soon to be thinking such a thing? You have only just truly become emotionally involved but also you’ve spent every waking moment with him for several weeks at this point. And you’ve had sex. 

Maker, why does this have to be so confusing?

“Is there maybe a Mando’a word for what we are?” You turn to look at him again.

He starts to say something but then he stops, seemingly changing his mind.

“How about kar’ta?” 

“Kar’ta? What’s that mean?” You like the way the word feels in your mouth. His knuckles are dragging against your arm now. 

“It means heart. You would be my heart and I would be yours.” His voice is warm and it feels like you’re sinking into his touches. 

His heart. 

You like that.

“My Kar’ta.” You say, looking down at your drawings, you have several mixed and matched faces, none of which seem to look right, you hold them up for him to see. “Do any of these look correct?” 

He points to the one of the bottom left, the eyes are lopsided. 

“That ones the closest, other than the eyes, none of the eyes are right.” You sigh, you already knew he would say that.

“They never are.” You flip the page and start drawing pairs of eyes. You’re silent for a few minutes, he continues tracing shapes into your back and you continue drawing, you eventually realize he’s mimicking your sketches. 

You know what you want to tell him. It’s a strange pivot in conversation but you need him to know. 

Your next words force themselves from your mouth. “I don’t love Kodo, I don’t even like him.” His movements stop, only for a second before continuing. 

“I would hope not, I don’t know if you noticed but he’s a bit of a monster.” 

“I know, I just wanted to say it. I just- I mean, I don’t think of myself as married to him, it’s more a title than anything else.” You hesitate for a moment. “And we don’t have sex. In case you were wondering.” You haven’t thought about that fact in a while.

Someday Kodo will want heirs. 

It makes you shudder a bit.

Maybe Din will get you out of here before that happens. 

He senses the tension you’re suddenly plagued with and he switches to just rubbing gentle circles against your back. 

“Okay.” He speaks so quietly now. 

“I don’t ever want to have sex with him.” You whisper, mostly to yourself. 

It had always been an inevitable thing. A duty you had to fulfill. But that was before you knew who he was. Before you knew you had married a monster. And that was before Din, before your kar’ta. 

“You don’t have to. I promise.”His voice is soothing but it does nothing to put you at ease.

It’s a promise he can’t keep.

But you don’t want to linger on this any longer so you nod, much to your chagrin he senses your hesitancy as he sits up. 

“Hey, I mean it. If he so much as touches you again, I swear it will be the last time.” 

“You can’t guarantee that Din.” He’s taking your sketchbook from you, setting it aside before holding your hands in his. 

“He isn’t going to touch you. Ever again. I never should have let him in the first place.” His grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly as he recalls the memory, you can’t help but frown.

“I’m glad you let him, you wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t.” 

That makes him go quiet. 

You both know you’re right, if he had laid a finger on Kodo he would at the very least have been fired. Worst case scenario he’d be dead.

“He won’t touch you again.” He sounds firmer this time. “I’m sworn to you. No one gets to touch you unless you want them to, not even me.” 

You want to believe that he could stop Kodo. That he could stop all six of his battle droids. It’ll be easier if you just let yourself believe it. 

So for now you do. 

You drop his hands and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Okay.” You mumble. 

“Okay.” He tilts his helmet slightly to rest against your head.

You reach around to grab your book back. Opening to the page with the eyes. 

“Which ones are right?” You point around the page. He analyzes them for a bit before taking the pen again, scribbling until he’s drawn messy but identifiable eyes. 

“Like this.”

His drawing is crude but the eyes are nice. You carefully tear the outline of them out before placing them over the other drawing he had pointed out. 

It almost looks right. 

It almost suits the person you know. 

He lets you stay leaning on his shoulder so you don’t bother moving as you flip to an empty page. You think for a few moments on what to draw. 

The tiny toothbrush. 

You think of the sketch of mismatched parts you now have of him and what you’ve been able to feel out and you subconsciously start drawing a child. 

You give him Din’s nose, and dark curls. You don’t bother trying to copy his eyes, opting to instead give the little boy wide dark eyes. You scribble out several different versions of the child you’ve made up as he watches silently. 

Eventually you stop and just stare at the page full of little faces staring up at you. 

Does this boy exist somewhere out there?

It sort of seems that way, when you look at all the pieces of Din that don’t seem to make sense. The toothbrush, he had mentioned a kid at one point but hadn’t said much about it and now you know that he willingly showed his face to someone. Was it his child? Why did he have to say goodbye to his own child?

Can you imagine Din being a father? When you think of how well he takes care of himself it makes you worry a bit for any child in his care but then you think of how well he takes care of you.

Selflessly. 

He’s probably a good father. That must be where his protective nature comes from. 

His laughter breaks you out of your trance and he points to one of the drawings, the boy in that one has the largest eyes, and the pupils take up nearly the entirety of them.

“You got his eyes right in that one.” He says as he chuckles. 

“What?” You stammer out.

His eyes. 

“I assume you’re trying to figure out who he is? None of these are even close, but those eyes, those are his.” 

Of course he knew what you were doing, nothing got past him. 

You wait for more but that’s all he gives you.

You can wait longer, until he’s ready to talk about it. Based on the way he sighs you think that moment might be right now but he says something else instead.

“I don’t think I’ve apologized yet for what I said. Truly apologize.” You close the journal on your own this time before setting it down. 

He’s talking about what he said.

“I was… bored. You were entertainment.”

He knows you haven’t simply forgotten about it. Afterall, how could you? 

“It doesn’t excuse what I did, but I didn’t mean a word of it.”

You want to believe him terribly, but that nagging feeling in the back of your mind is persistent. A reminder that any moment he could decide to stop being Din, and go back to being nothing more than your shadow. 

“Why did you say it then?” 

You don’t want to have this conversation either. The last thing you want to do is relive those moments but you aren’t an idiot, your insecurities will eventually bubble up, it’s better to take care of this now before it grows into resentment. He’s leaning back again, out of your peripherals. 

“I meant it, when I said that I ache.” Is he sitting like that so you can’t look at him? “None of what I’m about to say is a good enough reason to explain my actions, nothing ever could be. You control my every thought and decision, sarad. I suppose I just thought that it would be best if you hated me, that it would make the pain dull, instead it only served to make me realize that I cannot live without you.”

That’s one hell of a proclamation.

“You wanted me to hate you?” As you say it you feel Beskar rest against the back of your shoulder. 

“For a while. It seemed like the least painful option. I deserved- deserve, your loathing. At first for feeling the way I did towards a married woman, a woman I was supposed to be protecting and instead was picturing naked.”

Hot. It’s hot in the library. It hasn’t been hot in the library for some time. 

“And then I saw the two of you together. And I knew immediately that you did not feel an ounce of love for that thing you were forced to wed. At that point I simply needed you to hate me to soothe the ache that signified that you could never be mine.” He sighs, and there’s a moment of hesitation before you hear the hiss of air you’re becoming all too familiar with. You aren’t exactly sure what you expect, it definitely isn’t the feeling of several kisses being peppered along the curve of your shoulder but you certainly aren’t going to complain about it. “I did not know weakness before I met you, you have turned me from a man made of steel to one of glass.” His voice rings clear and unfiltered throughout the room. 

He plants another kiss into your hair, there aren’t any traces of lust behind the action, just a pure adoration, he brushes a bit of your hair out of the way and for a moment you feel the bridge of his nose press against the back of your neck before he places one final, chaste kiss against your spine. When he speaks again his voice is modulated once more.

“I don’t want your forgiveness, I certainly haven’t earned it.” He finally leans forward so he’s back in your field of vision. “But I will. Someday I will be worthy of you, I promise.”

He already is. He always has been.

Will you ever get used to this? His genuine affections? It takes your breath away more than the sex did, the way he talks about you like you are not a woman, but a deity. The way he removes his helmet as if it doesn’t mean anything, just so he can feel you against his lips. 

There’s no sense in telling him that’s all you needed to hear. You know him, he won’t accept that, he’s far too stubborn. So instead you opt to make things more lighthearted.

“How do you plan to make it up to me, my kar’ta?” As you say it you can visibly see some of the stress leave his body, thank the gods. 

“I have plenty of ideas.” The way he says it makes your heart flutter and you nearly forget that he’s promised not to fuck you. “I was thinking I could take you to the library tomorrow.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t sort of kill your buzz, considering where you’re currently sitting but he senses your reluctance and chuckles. “The big one, in the city, cyar’ika.”

“Oh.” You can’t help but laugh along with him now. “You know, you’re getting better at talking, about the important stuff that is.” You give him a smile.

“It’s easier when you don’t look at me.” He says it a bit abashedly.

“Why is that?”

“Before you I never felt like someone could see my face. Yet everytime you look at me it’s like I’m not wearing a helmet at all, like you’re staring right at me.” He takes your hand and brings your fingers to the bottom of the helmet, tilting his head down slightly so you can feel his lips as he kisses the pads of your fingers before withdrawing them.

Maker.

Yeah, you’re never gonna get used to that. 

Eventually he gets up to find some books, bringing you a mystery romance novel, you wouldn’t normally pick it for yourself but the cover art is interesting enough to draw you in, he appears to have some kind of maintenance guide on ship engines, you have no idea how he reads that kind of thing. As he hands you the books he motions for you to stand, when you do so he sits in the nook horizontally, with his feet up on the cushions, his back leaning against one of the surrounding shelves, motioning for you to sit between his legs. 

You want to protest that it won’t be comfortable for him but your resolve simply isn’t strong enough to resist as you crawl between his thighs, your back resting against his chest as you hand his literature to him. The nook isn’t really built for two people to sit like this, it’s a bit cramped but you couldn’t be more comfortable, you want to make sure he’s okay with this position but he’s already got his book open, held in one outstretched hand so you simply open yours, placing it on your bent knees. 

It’s surprisingly good. You’ve always had a preference for campy, over the top romance books. The sort of books with shirtless men riding horses on the front. The more ridiculous the better. But you’re completely absorbed by the story you find yourself in, gasping every so often at the reveals. 

It’s shocking once you realize you’ve already made it to the last chapter, you had completely forgotten you were lying against Din until you turn and see that he must have finished his book at some point because now he’s reading yours over your shoulder.

“Can we finish this before I take you to get your dinner?” He mumbles, leaning forward slightly.

There is a peace to this situation that you’re sure you’ve never known.

This is the kind of life you could have with him.

You can’t seem to find the words to respond, and the lump in your throat won’t let you make something up so you nod, and you lean your head back against his chest and continue where you left off. 

You like the ending. Much to your surprise the story ended happily, you had even teared up a bit when you realized everything was going to work out for the love interests. You might let him pick books for you more often, as long as he lets you find him something less boring to read. There has to be at least one exciting book about ships in here. 

If there isn’t, you’ll find him one tomorrow when you go to the city library. 

He sits up, which of course means you also sit up. He lets you stand first, your legs are stiff from being in the same position for hours but you find your footing quickly. He seems to be having no issues as he’s putting the books back. 

You’re waiting for him to take your hand so you can fetch dinner, the two of you standing in silence for a moment, when it hits you, you feel like an idiot. 

He isn’t going to take your hand. 

Because you’re leaving the library and someone could see. 

You plaster on a strained smile before leaving, thankfully he says nothing about your hesitation as you begin walking towards the kitchens. 

Leo is of course waiting for you by the entrance. (You’ve come to accept that he’s simply everywhere at this point.) And you do the same thing you always do, he asks what you’d like to eat, you tell him whatever they’ve cooked, he insists you can request anything you’d like, you insist you’d like what they’ve cooked. 

The only difference this time is that you ask for seconds.

He disappears in a huff before swiftly returning with several sealed dishes, as always he hands them to Mando and not you. 

✩

The two of you return to your chambers and when he steps inside you lock the door behind you.

“Sit.” You say it as sternly as possible. Like it’s an order. He sets the food on the floor before sitting with his legs crossed next to it. “You’re gonna eat, this is non-negotiable.” 

He immediately begins to protest but you shush him.

“You don’t need to feed me anymore. I can take care of myself.” He starts trying to stand but you firmly plant your hands on his shoulders and push him back down.

“Clearly not, you didn’t eat once today, I’m sure of it.” You frown down at him.

“Neither did you.”

“That's because I was watching you! And now to make up for it I’m going to eat real food, not ration packs.”

He doesn’t budge, still staring at you blankly.

“Listen… if you do this, I’ll reward you.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively.

You hadn’t really planned to give in so soon but you’re only human, he had gotten you pretty fired up in the library today whether that was his intention or not. 

And you certainly aren’t going to say it, but you miss being with him in that way.

“Are you trying to bribe me with sex?” The disbelief in his voice is apparent, you ignore it, dividing up the food, making sure his portion is considerably larger, they always give you too much food anyway.

“Is it working?” You set the plate in front of him, batting your eyelashes innocently. He coughs nervously, leaning back.

“No. I don’t want sex to be a currency with you, I want you to want it.” His voice is strained and you can’t help but smirk. 

“That’s a shame, because you’re going to eat either way.” You stand, walking so you're behind him, sitting back to back, your plate in your lap. 

“That’s a wild assumption, princess.” His voice is still modulated so you know he hasn’t made any attempts to listen. 

“I thought you were trying to earn my forgiveness?” That shuts him up. He grumbles for a few moments before you hear a hiss and a clunk as he sets his helmet on the floor. “Thank you.”

“Don’t sound so smug, you can only use that reason so many times before I stop giving in.” He mumbles through a mouthful of food, it makes you grin. 

“Speaking of your road to redemption, can I ask you any questions I want now?” You swallow a bite as you say it.

“Sure, I’m not going to guarantee an answer, but sure.”

“What was on the flower, the one I gave you for your birthday?” He groans the moment you ask it.

“Please don’t make me say it, I know you know.” He sounds terribly embarrassed but you’re simply furrowing your brow in confusion. Are you supposed to know? You think on it for a few minutes, chewing thoughtfully before your eyes go wide.

“Was that a piece of my nightie that you ripped the first time we-“

“Yes.” 

Your face couldn’t possibly get any redder and your smile couldn’t possibly get any wider. 

“I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.” You can’t help but tease, he’s so rarely flustered in lighthearted moments like this.

“There are plenty of things you don’t know about me.” You hum softly at his response. “I’d like it if you did know them.” He always has to have the upperhand, he can never just let you tease him without leaving you breathless. 

“I’d like to know everything.” 

“I’d tell you everything.” He sounds so sincere. 

But he doesn’t sound ready.

“When you really want to.”  

He’s quiet, briefly, and then he reaches back to set his empty plate down next to you, you aren’t even halfway done with yours. You turn around as he stands, you didn’t hear him put his helmet back on but there it is. 

“It’s late princess, I need to go home.” 

There’s undeniably disappointment on your face as you stand, following him to the door. 

“You don’t want to stay? I’m pretty sure I owe you a reward.” You give him a hopeful smile and his glove covers your eyes, your heart is racing. 

There’s that wonderful hiss of air. It’s quickly becoming your favorite sound in the world. 

You’re practically vibrating with anticipation.

And then you feel a soft kiss on your forehead. 

In an instant the glove is gone and the helmet is back in place as if it had never moved. 

“Good night, sarad’ika.” You feel ridiculous as you pout at him. 

“You can’t be serious.”

He chuckles as he opens the door. 

“Are you really going to turn me down?”  You reach past him to try and close it again but he holds it open, still laughing. 

“Yes, I am. Tonight I am.” He’s got one foot out the door now.  

“Din… I’m giving you permission, I swear, it’s fine.” 

“I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen tonight, cyare”

For Maker’s sake you’re practically begging him. 

“Then when?” As you ask he leans forward, just a tiny bit.

“When you really want to.”  

And just like that he’s leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Cocky bastard.

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[rukia-writes]

Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) and Superman rounding up superhero! (Fem) reader for a meeting + helping. The league is just starting out.

Setting: DCAMU

A/N: getting my feet wet in the dc community. 🦸‍♀️

+ “I got this.”

+Hal doesn’t mind rounding y/n up for a meeting (especially when everyone in the JL is just starting out) because he’s secretly (not so secretly) crushing on his team mate. So before Flash or Cyborg offer to get y/n he’ll offer to go and zips in the air without saying another word.

+So when GL visits y/n and she’s fighting criminals Hal offers to help in his own way of course.

+”Having trouble? Well, you’re in luck 🍀 Green Lantern is here to help… We also have a meeting.”

+Hal is cheerful about the first part but not so much about the meeting.

+Hal is happy to help once he gets the okay from y/n (it’s less work after all) and Hal will make quick work when he helps out. Using his ring in a creative way to scoop up the criminals and just “place” them in prison. (Leaving the guards in awe for sure)

+”Alright! We’re done here. Let’s go to headquarters.” +If y/n can fly Hal will fly beside them and he definitely talks the whole time, flirting a bit too.

+if she can’t fly Hal will offer to carry her, maybe make a jet 🛩️ if she really wants with his ring. Honestly, Hal prefers to carry if she’ll allow but he won’t make a fuss if they would prefer another way.

+When they arrive at HQ, Hal somehow sneaks his phone number in her pocket or! He’ll just give it to her in a smooth manner.

+”I could’ve sworn I had your number. You’re going to have to put it in my phone again.”

Bonus: if Hal gets the number he does the “score” gesture when she’s not looking. If not, he’ll be a bit moody the WHOLE meeting. But he’s not giving up.

+”I’ll go get y/n.”

+Being team leader no one tells him no and honestly Superman has left before they know it.

+on the way there he’s pretty happy to see y/n again and he has a little smile on his face. Once he gets there and he sees she’s trying to take down some criminals Superman doesn’t hesitate to help, it’s in his nature but he also does it because of his little crush.

+Unlike Hal, Superman just goes all in, no questions necessary. Talk about quick work too, like he’s super fast work that it takes y/n a bit to realize that the criminals have been rounded up and tied up.

+”Looked like you needed some help, so I swooped in. Sorry. We have a meeting.”

+ He comes from a good place and like Hal the situation is handled and all that’s left is for the police to arrive which isn’t long. Superman will kindly expect a thank you and will give a little pout if she doesn’t say it. (Because he wants to be the knight in shining armor to his love interest) if she says thanks it makes his day on the inside but he plays it cool.

+If she can fly that’s well and good because the two will have a lot to talk about on the way back to HQ for the meeting.

+If she can’t fly or Superman wants to hurry it along he’ll offer to carry her. Which is something he enjoys a bit more because he likes to play into the knight and shining armor.

+Good thing he’s easy to talk to; he definitely sneaks in a few glances her way the whole time there. If he gets caught looking he’s a little bashful and just says he was looking at the city (admiring the view)

+ once at HQ, Superman like Hal tries to get y/n’s phone number and he definitely pulls out the old reliable:

+ “We should keep in contact with one another, we should exchange phone numbers. Ya know, for meetings etc.,”

Bonus: If she doesn’t want to (perhaps too soon or shy) Superman pouts silently but doesn’t let it get to him for long and he’ll try again. If she does give him the number he’ll be cool on the outside but on the inside he’s actually really happy.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀