#if you want to leave your thoughts about the ships in a reply or reblog I would love to hear them!

[katygorl]

Hello DBDA fandom! :D I am so sorry if this poll has already been made before by someone else, but this was a curious question that came to my mind when seeing good support for all three ships across the fandom. Since Edwin has had the most love interests on screen, I'm curious to see who everyone ships with him the most!

[yuvany]

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When 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 gets caught in a dating scandal with someone else.

OT7 ENHYPEN x f ! reader CONTENT / WARNING(S) fluff + angst (?) + est relationship + idol!enha + jealousy + not proofread WORD COUNT : 943 CHECK BOX !!

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

The news shocked both you and Heeseung. You had spent a nice evening together being cuddled up in each other's arms while talking about everything and nothing, sharing giggles and laughs. But when he opens his phone he sees that his manager has messaged him and linking a post to it. You notice his demeanour change and asks what's wrong. Heeseung skims through it all and summarises it for you. "Babe, trust me when I say that this is false." Heeseung pleads, putting down his phone to hold you by the shoulders. "Of course I trust you. Let's just sort this out now. As long as I'm yours I'm fine." You kiss him on the forehead.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

"This is ridiculous." You hear his voice from the hallway and decides to peek your head around the corner. It looks like he is conversing about something serious based on his irritated expression with his eyebrows knitted together and how he prances around on the wooden floor. After a while of eavesdropping, he spots you and smiles at you quickly, but while you take slow steps towards him, you see his palm facing you, telling you to wait. You of course do that. After he's done, Jay tells you that it was his manager that called him to talk about something that had spread online. "Please, just tell me that you won't leave me." He asks, his arms wrapping around you comfortingly. "Of course not, silly." you reassure.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

You sent him an article titled 'Jake in a relationship?'. You weren't doubting his love for you, but you just wanted him to comfort you and confirm that these were in fact false. You see how he quickly opens the message you sent, but instead of replying, he calls you. You answer in a heart beat, and Jake rambles on. "Honey, I don't know what this is, but it is false." The rest is inaudible to you. "babe, calm down ok. wanna come over and talk about it?" You ask, and there was silence for a while. "I wish I could, but my manager wanted to talk with me first about this." You really wanted him to be next to you right now, but after hearing how sorry he was, and that the first thing he'll do after the meeting, is to rush over to your place.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

Sunghoon immedietly takes action. The second he sees the news, he reaches out to the rest of his memebers and send you a short message to not belive the fake news circulating online. You haven't seen any of it yet and call him, waiting for him to pick up the phone. When he does, you tell him that you're coming over for him to explain it all. While he awaits your arrival, he feels how his chest tightens and how he is visibly nervous of this encounter. Your knocking knocks him out of his thoughts and he rushes over to open the door for you, but not before he takes a deep breath. When the door opens, you jump into his arms, and he swings you arround. He puts you down and whispers in your ear, "I love you so much, please don't leave me."

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

He is mostly shocked that anyone would ship him with someone, yet alone spread dating rumours. He sneaks a glance over at you, and he sees that you are busy with your phone. Sunoo gets worried that you might see what's been published online. "sweetie, what are you doing right now??" He gives you the puppy eyes and you put down your phone. "I was just looking if something new had occured, and guess what I found, babe." you say, your words laced with something firece. "What did you find?" Sunoo sweats, and gives you an awkward smile."Your fans say that you've been hanging out with someone who sadly isn't me." You act defeated, and Sunoo rushes over and holds you by the shoulders. "That's not true at all!"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

Groans and sink into the armchair, causing him to look like a sulking child. You see this and tap him on the shoulder, causing him to turn his head. "Why so sad?" You ask, and Jungwon hands you his phone for you to figure out on your own. Your eyes trail the screen, reading the headline and a picture. "Who even is this?" You inch your face closer to the screen in an attempt to see who they had taken a picture of. "I honestly don't know babe, but this is false." Jungwon pats your back, and tries to take the phone out of your grasp while you try to identify the people in the picture. "Wait! These two look like those actors." You exclaimed, and Jungwon raises an eyebrow. He sighs, "You're just as nosy as these reporters." He giggles.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

Riki laughs out loud. "Babe, have you seen this yet?" He asks, handing you his phone. "What's this?" You say disgusted, shutting his phone off from what you saw. "These people are getting too bored." Riki leans over and gives you a soft kiss on your hair. "Still." You pout, and heaves a sigh. "You don't need to worry, I only have eyes for you, angel." He sensed your worry and eased it with his reassuring words. "One day I'll make them say that I'm your rumoured girlfriend." You announced and Riki just chuckles. "Whatever you say, princess." Then his phone lights up and he sighs when he sees that it's his manager who called, and his previous smile turned into a scowl.

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there was really only one thing jay knew in life— textbooks. no matter where he was, his head would be buried in the depths of a new topic or revising tricky formulas. jay was known for being intelligent, it was his reputation, he always had younger ones asking him for help, delinquents telling him to do their homework or teachers constantly praising him, well so he thought. it was ever since you stepped foot into his class, his whole word had shifted.

he remembers your first day, every detail so vividly, like it happened yesterday— the way you walked into the room as if it was yours, the way you plopped yourself next to him only to ask questions every two seconds and the way you’d unconsciously touch his arm every now and then.

jay didn’t want to admit it to himself but you were like a breath of fresh air for him. especially, when the thought of everything suffocated him, he immersed himself in your presence and he felt like he could finally breathe again. sometimes, jay hoped time would freeze so he could savour the moment forever.

oblivious to it all, you acted like your normal self around him— and to everyone else, maybe that’s why jay was so affected. he couldn’t fathom the fact that your flirty comments and occasional skin ship wasn’t reserved for him but for the world to experience too. to say the least, in jay’s twenty years of living, he had never been this flustered— ever.

the summer air had already seeped into campus, the trees glistening with colour and the fresh smell of strawberries and lavender. it was like any other day for jay, eat some food, work his ass for a couple hours, eat again, work even more and sleep for an unhealthy amount of time, that was how his brain functioned. it wasn’t until you came up to him, changing the whole story of what was about to happen next.

“hi pretty boy, what are you doing?” the nickname rolls off your tongue so innocently, making jay turn red.

“nothing really, why?” his voice almost comes out like a mumble, it was only with you jay felt so inferior.

“i just wanted to ask if you’re free after lesson, we can grab some food if you like,” you say persuading, hoping he’d accept your request.

jay looks up at you, finally making eye contact, your gaze heavy and strong making his face turn red, yet again. he musters up his courage to reply in a murmur, “well, i’ll see if i can and let you know.”

“cute,” jay swears he could have heard that wrong— you just called him cute?— you think he’s cute? jay’s face couldn’t have betrayed him more as he could feel his cheeks getting warmer by the second.

“you know you’re really cute when you blush right, pretty boy,” and jay thinks his life has stopped there and then, the affectionate nickname makes his ears warm and freeze in his spot.

but before jay can utter back you already answer for him, “i’ll be waiting outside, don’t be late!” you shoot at wink at him before walking out of class, leaving jay stunned.

he feels his cheeks flush and embarrassment take over his face, only you could make jay so flustered.

리 𓈒 for @boyfhee pretty pie happy bday!

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[sv5hive]

too little, too late. | lh44

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

content warning(s): angst, swearing, lewis is a bit of a dick in this sorry, unhappy ending because i love being miserable 🫶🏻

word count: 1,763

note: thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my first work a few days ago!! i didn't expect all the love so it is very, very appreciated :) this is a bit long so get comfy! and i also listened to you're losing me by taylor swift while writing so... yeah.

(psst! part 2 is here!)

(masterlist!)

memories from the night you two met flashed through your mind as you stood alone in the dim kitchen. the hangover from the next morning meant most of the night was a blur of shots, flashing lights and sweaty bodies but those deep brown eyes and endearing smile remained sharply in focus.

you stared at the two cold plates of dinner abandoned on the table and a bottle of wine nearing the end.

where had it all gone wrong?

six years.

six years of supporting him through everything.

and you loved being with lewis no matter what. seeing him in his element while racing was just as exciting for you as it was for him. but when would it end? you couldn't keep your life on pause forever.

back in 2017 when you first started dating you discussed a life of peace. a life with a big family and a nice house in england where your children could grow up normally like the both of you did. and you weren't foolish. you would never truly have peace when you were in a relationship with lewis hamilton, the face of formula 1. but you were willing to give up any sense of normality if it meant you could be with the love of your life.

or so you thought.

years passed as you watched all your friends get engaged and married, settle down and start their own families. at every bachelorette party, wedding reception, baby shower, family event you would be asked the same questions.

"when is he going to pop the question? you two have to get married! i bet he's planning to do it soon."

and every time you would have the same response.

"oh we're just taking it slow. he's pretty busy with racing and we both agreed that it wouldn't be fair for him to be away so much."

and you really did believe that at first.

either you didn't notice the stares of pity or you ignored them to convince yourself that everything was ok. it was only when you brought up the idea of finally having kids that you started doubting yourself.

"hey, lew. i've been thinking."

"hmm, yeah? what about." he replied absentmindedly, still searching netflix for a good movie to watch.

you passed him the bowl of popcorn to hold while you got under the blanket.

"i was thinking that we're finally ready to start a family."

he stilled. that was the last thing he thought you would bring up.

"lewis?"

"i want a family too, you know that. but i can't retire without getting that eighth championship. we're almost there. besides, i don't wanna leave you at home with a kid and not be there for every step of the way."

both of you knew at the rate mercedes was going, lewis would need a miracle and a half to win another title against red bull and their rocket ship.

he avoided your eyes and clearly thought that was the end of the matter so you accepted that when he was ready he would tell you. right?

you tossed and turned that night, unable to get the way he brushed off the topic so coldly out of your head. did you imagine it? that flicker of hesitance on his face? a pit of uneasiness settled at the bottom of your stomach as you desperately tried to reason with yourself. no. everything is fine. you had already waited a few years. what was a couple more?

so you tucked away your dreams of a family into the back of your mind for the time being and just enjoyed your relationship with lewis. every date felt like the first and you never wanted your love to end.

"lewis...this is too much!" as you stared in awe at the lone table in the middle of a completely empty restaurant.

rose petals led you two all the way from the entrance to a table with a single rose stood in a vase in the centre as candles flickered softly.

"for you? never."

staring at him in the golden light, you couldn't help but blush at his romantic gesture. he was making up for being away during a triple header and you hated to admit it but you could get used to this.

racing. you smiled at the thought of seeing lewis race. it was like seeing an artist produce a masterpiece every time pencil hit paper. he truly was an incredible sight to see.

you were there for each of his championships since 2017. you witnessed the joy of 2020 and the heartbreak of 2021. you were there, celebrating each win with him and consoling him after each loss, every time. you had fallen in love with the sport you once had no knowledge of just as hard as you had fallen for lewis. you knew how much of a toll each season took on him and you were always going to be there to pick him back up. his world became yours as you met his team and soon enough you were a familiar sight in the mercedes garage.

wasn't seven world championships enough for him?

you would never ask him to give up his career for you. and he would never ask that of you. but after years of waiting for the next step you couldn't help but wonder whether he still wanted that with you.

he was more than an hour late now. both of your schedules had been almost completely full for the past few months and you thought it would be nice to catch up over homemade dinner.

apparently he didn't think the same.

you hadn't bothered calling or texting. he always turned his phone off while at work anyways. as you finished off the last mouthful of wine the jingle of keys and the door unlocking brought you back out of your thoughts.

heavy footsteps trudged through the hallway.

"hey baby, i didn't think you would be up- what's all this?"

"dinner. i've been waiting for two hours now." you turned away from the counter to face him.

"shit. i am so sorry. i just got so caught up at work. we've been trying to improve the car to-"

"-to beat red bull. i know. i know."

"i promise i'll make it up to you. what about dinner next week? at that chinese restaurant you really like?" he walked towards you and went to wrap his arms around you before you pushed him away.

"stop, lewis. just stop. i can't keep doing this." you couldn't look him in the eyes.

a pin drop could be heard as lewis' blood ran cold.

"what?"

the change in atmosphere almost made you wish you had never said anything. almost.

"i can't keep waiting on you, lewis. i'm sorry."

"i said i would make it up to you." the look of pure confusion on his face would be amusing if it weren't for the fact that you were on the verge of tears.

"it's not just about dinner, lewis."

"then what is it about?"

"everything. god, we've been together for eight years and we're not even engaged and nowhere near starting a family. we have nothing to show for it. i knew i would have to wait and i was fine with that but i just can't anymore. this isn't what i imagined for us."

"so what? you're just going to leave? you know how i feel about having kids."

"and i get that, i do. but are you even planning on retiring in the near future? we're not getting any younger and i've been ready for a while now. i just don't think our ideas of our future are the same anymore."

"am i just meant to drop everything for you then? give it all up?"

"fuck, of course not, lewis. i would never ask you to do that. never. but sometimes it feels like you choose your career over me. and i know what it takes to be in formula 1 to win, i know you need to give it your full focus. i just, i need you to choose me for once. choose us."

"no, you don't know what it takes because if you did, you wouldn't be doing this to me right now. in the middle of the season."

you blinked. once. twice. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"are you fucking kidding me, lewis? i'm ending our six year relationship and you're thinking of how it's going to effect your season?"

"yes! fuck, this is my whole life. it always has been and it always will be."

there it is. confirmation from the man himself. you stumbled on your words trying to convey your anger as your blood continuously boiled at his miserable attempt to fix his mess.

"have you ever even thought about how i've felt all these years? giving every excuse in the book to our families and friends about why we haven't taken the next step in our relationship and defending you when they said i was too good for you? you may get to avoid them by going to the races but i don't have that privilege."

your throat was dry at this point as you gasped for air and still, he was stood almost unbothered at the fact you were hopelessly clinging onto the last remaining threads of your relationship, willing him to fight back.

"so that's it? you're not going to stop me?"

tears pooled at your eyes as you realised this was really happening.

"well clearly you've thought this out pretty well."

you didn't know whether to laugh, cry or throw the empty bottle of wine at his head.

"you are fucking unbelievable, lewis. i thought this meant something to you but clearly not."

you stormed towards the door and opened it. you paused while silently hoping he would beg you to stay. hoping he would risk everything for you.

but it never came.

you wiped away your tears and tried to at least sound somewhat assertive despite your voice wavering.

"let me know when you're not at home and i'll come get my things."

you slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and walked away from the place and person you had called home for so long.

he sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. as he moved to get a beer out of the fridge his gaze fell on the calendar stuck to the front. there was a red heart around today's date with "anniversary!" written in your handwriting.

fuck.

note: yikes. i hope you aren't too sad because of me. any feedback is appreciated!! let me know what else you wanna see :)

[decembermidnight]

Bad Attitude

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

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 6.1k

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

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

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

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

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

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

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

It turns out it can.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He scoffs and shakes his head in disdain.

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

"Who says I want to come with you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me?" you raise a brow.

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

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

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

“You hurt?” he then asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

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

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

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

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

"How?"

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

"What are you implying?"

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

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

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

“Because I didn’t do it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.”

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

“I said shut up.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Careful now, officer." he growls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Forget it." you tease him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stands up, towering over you.

"Stick your tongue out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. Put it back in.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it.”

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

“Please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready for round two, officer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say it."

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

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

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

"What? I didn't hear you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that so?" he asks sarcastically.

"These are trying times, come on."

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

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

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

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

[neallo]

do you have any advice on how to make friends on tumblr, im finding it a bit hard and would appreciate some advice. thank you

hello my dear anon. i would be very happy to provide advice on how to make friends here on tumblr dot com! i will be focusing on how to make fandom friends, because that is all i have ever really done on this webbed site. i am not going to get into the nitty-gritty of social skills and manners, because i want to focus on the basics of fostering connections with other people in a fandom on tumblr, but i'll quickly say: don't be over-familiar in an invasive or jokey-mean way to people you don't know well, respect boundaries and social cues (don't repeatedly message someone you don't know well if they're not replying to you), and be generally niceys!! i know you probably know all that. but it's key, and i think not everyone is totally fully aware of social skills when it comes to interacting online in particular, so i felt it was worth saying (⁠◍⁠��⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

now we can move into the real advice :3c

first things first: actively participate in your fandom! you can do this by creating fanworks (writing fic, making art, etc)— and if you want to, you should give it a try! participating in the fandom doesn't need to involve making fanworks, though. plenty of people mainly participate in fandom by supporting creators and taking part in conversation about the characters or ships that they're interested in. on tumblr, you can do this by leaving your thoughts on fanworks that you like! you can do this by replying, or— even better— reblogging with comments in the tags!

other good forums to interact with the fandom include meta posts (you can add thoughts in the body of your reblog if you have something you want to say, or in the tags if you're shy / just want to go "hell yeah!!!" generally) and questions that people ask ("does anyone know if [character] ever [does/says something specific]?") — these are nice opportunities to find and connect with other fans who are talking about or want to talk about the things that interest you ❤️

of course, you can also post things in the tags! generally, best etiquette is to keep posts in the fandom, character, and ship tags kind / civil. you will see people saying things like "ugh [character or ship] is so annoying" or "i hate that people only write [character] as a [top/bottom/seme/uke]." however, this is not something i recommend doing or engaging with. everyone can do whatever they want forever, but i find this type of behavior unnecessary and unpleasant. people who center their tumblr experience around complaining about what other people like and do are frankly participating in fandom in a way that confuses me. i fail to understand why someone would choose to consistently focus on things that upset or annoy them; fandom is meant to be enjoyable.

try to talk about the characters and ships you like, and the dynamics you like for them. rather than going "ugh i hate it when people write [character] in [some specific way]," try talking about the dynamic or characterization you'd like to see more of. bonus points if you can resist saying "why doesn't anyone write [xyz thing you want]," because there's a good chance someone has written that, and if they see your post, they're not gonna know if you haven't seen their fic, or if you have seen it and just didn't like it. a better way to put that would be "does anyone have recs for fics where [xyz thing you want happens]?" do not say "i tried looking but couldn't find anything good." people aren't gonna want to rec you things if you're leading with a weird attitude. of course it can be difficult to find fic that you truly love which also aligns with your preferences, but especially in a tiny ship or fandom, it's best to have some tact. also, if you're really that pressed for stories you wanna read, it's a great reason to get into writing 🥰

all this said, everyone needs to bitch once in a while; that's normal. healthy even. this bitching is best left in DMs, though, or at the very least, on your blog, out of the tags. and don't let haterism consume you!!

OH! i almost forgot. send asks! send asks to people in the fandom that you think are interesting and nice. send asks for ask games when people reblog them, and send asks about fics or characters or fanart to other people in the fandom. if you're very shy, you can do this on anon, and then interact with the answer once it's posted by replying or reblogging.

okay. let's say that you've been engaging with fanart by reblogging and leaving your thoughts in the tags, engaging with fic by reblogging with thoughts in the tags and / or commenting on AO3, and interacting with other people in the tags for the characters and ships you like. and, best of all, sending asks! doing all of this, you'll get a sense for which people you might get along with, and who might be receptive to your friendship. if someone is replying to your tags, following you back, interacting with your posts, and so on for a while, that's a great opportunity to DM them!! (it's fine to keep things to asks and replies for a while if that feels easier, of course!)

once you have a person in mind that you would like to DM, it's up to you how you want to reach out. i'm an impulsive and somewhat outgoing person online, so in my early days in the DN fandom (and my last fandom) i would often just spontaneously DM people whose vibes i liked and introduce myself (hi, i'm neallo, i hope this isn't strange but i just wanted to pop in and introduce myself!). i would then let them know that i liked their blog, or their art, or their writing, often leaving a specific thought about the item in question ("i totally agree with your post about [character], he WOULD say that" or "i love how cute / pretty / impish you make [character] in your art" or "your writing style is so compelling, i've really been enjoying your fics"). i don't do this very much anymore, but it's not because it doesn't work. it's just that i have a finite amount of time and there are a lot of people in meronia now T__T so, generally, i only go out of my way to reach out to people i've already interacted with a good deal through posts / asks / comments on AO3 (aka people who i feel would possibly like to be friends with me).

you technically can cold DM people if you really like their blog or writing or fanart. i personally don't mind a DM from someone i haven't interacted with before, but i do always have to take a second to make sure they're not a child and not a spam bot or something. some people are put off by being messaged directly by someone they've never interacted with before, though, so i think it's generally best practice to kind of get a feel for things on the public side of tumblr before sending someone a message!!

now, a word of self-compassion and general caution. first: not everyone will reply to you. others may reply at first, but fall off (i am really bad about this myself, just because life has been getting in the way a whole lot recently). sometimes people are busy; sometimes they are just not really actively seeking friends or conversation; sometimes they maybe just don't think they'll vibe with you! it doesn't reflect poorly on you if someone doesn't respond to you or try to befriend you. it can be sad, or a little disappointing, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. don't take it personally, and try not to feel too dejected or hurt over it.

one more thing. ideally, this will not happen at all, but if it does, hopefully it will be seldom. in my experience, it has been very seldom! the thing is this: someone might be unkind to you. i personally am not that good at figuring out when someone is being mean to me unless they're insanely obvious about it! i will make excuses for someone doing or saying hurtful things several times ("i'm sure they didn't mean it like that" or "they're just kidding around") before i realize that they're being kind of an asshole. i don't actually think this is a bad trait, though-- i like to assume good intent from other people, and only rescind that assumption when i'm proven wrong. i only mention this to tell you: if someone routinely makes you feel bad about yourself, your art, your writing, or your thoughts, maybe they're not the best person to befriend.

[nekoannie-chan]

The weight of the lie

The weight of the lies

Title: The weight of the lies.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 289 words.

Square: 24 “Stop lying.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve’s hiding something and lying

Major Tags: Lies.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Valentine’s edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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There was something in the air that afternoon. You had noticed something strange about his behavior over the past few days. Something wasn't right, and you knew Steve wasn't telling you the whole truth.

But on this occasion, there was something different about him. He was more distant, more evasive.

You sat across from him, who was standing near the window, looking outside with that thoughtful expression he had learned to recognize.

“Steve,” you said softly. “I know you're hiding something from me. Don't keep lying to me.”

His body instantly tensed, and his gaze avoided yours for a moment.

“I... I'm not lying,” he replied, his voice wavering. You didn't buy it. 

“Steve, please, stop lying,” you insisted, standing up and moving closer to him. “I know when you're lying to me. I'm not stupid. Don't treat me like I don't know.”

It was hard because you knew what was going through his head.

There was a pause, and then, without warning, his eyes met yours.

“It's just...” Steve began, but the words seemed stuck in his throat. Finally, he sighed, lowering his head, and his shoulders slumped a little as if the full weight of the lie was crushing him. “I just don't want this... this to destroy us, you know?”

Your fingers brushed his arm, offering him comfort and, at the same time, gently nudging him to be honest. “Whatever you're carrying, you're not going to lose me over it. I'm not going to leave you alone, Steve. But I do... I need you to tell me the truth.”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. “I ate the cake you baked the other night; I blamed it on Thor, but it was me.”

[marshmelman]

I saw what you posted about DNI's and DNI culture as a whole and honestly I really agree! I think there's little need to add a specific function for DNI lists, but the way I personally use them is sorta to let people know my stance on public discourse if that makes sense?

Like you said things like "DNI Transphobes" is redundant and puts a huge target on your back, or "DNI Meanies" like, what does that even mean? Its horribly vague, I never understand it, people have different meanings of what they consider "Mean" or "Rude"

But there's certain discourse that's still fairly split (shipping ethics, system discourse, etc.) and DNI's make it easier for me to let people know what my stance is on that rather than suddenly finding out later and being upset

Like if I put "DNI Endo Systems" people who identify with that or agree will know to leave me alone and that there's a possibility I might post stuff upsetting to them. Of course this also still sorta puts a target on your back but I think with stuff like that people mainly avoid each other and live their lives

I dunno! I just like how you talked about DNI culture and wanted to throw my thoughts in, which of course can be ignored or tossed aside, you simply intrigued me

i realised my reply was kinda long so check under the cut for me to elaborate on DNIs and why i hate em

someone could simply define their stance by inclusion (i'm pro xyz) rather than attempting to define it by exclusion (i'm anti abc). that's one of my most explicit gripes about it: the only function it has that can't be done more effectively in another way is to virtue signal.

if someone wants to make sure people don't see things that will trigger them on a post, then they can put a trigger/content warning on the post instead of making a public statement that they are against the existence of the person that might be triggered.

and in my opinion i think that just calling out what kind of things a person dislikes and kind of expecting the internet to reconfigure itself around their preference (i.e., when people expect others to check through the blogs of everyone they like, reblog, or otherwise interact with a post of to make sure that they're following all of everyone's rules correctly) is an unsustainable way to operate in the internet or in life in general. it goes back to curating one's own experience, yknow? if someone doesn't like certain things or if they're anti certain things, the onus is not on those things to avoid them, it's on them to manage their exposure to those things.

of course, i get that it's way harder to do that on modern day internet because everything got centralized to 2 or 3 social media sites that everyone uses, and especially on a site like this where people write their own tags and a person literally can't block every single phrase and euphemism someone might use to tag something (like agere vs cglre vs cgl vs a/g/e/r/e vs littlespace vs little space vs ....). i completely understand how people got exhausted by the whackamole and took the simpler route of "thing that i don't like, stay away from me." dnis don't exist on a site like reddit because the communities still have some way to define and separate themselves. don't like woodworking? just don't join the woodworking sub and mute it. it's very friendly to user curation. tumblr and twitter are not.

part of my agenda in addressing the existence of dni's in the community with chuchuu is to go more in the way of reddit and just be friendly to user curation instead of shoving everything in everyone's face with a million unmanageable obscure tags for them to have to keep track of. i'm going in strong with group functionality, blocking functionality, filtering on phrases, maybe even official content warnings a person can put on a post like on ao3.

i don't just hate dnis and want everyone to stop using them and suffer. i think they're an actual failing on the part of the social media websites themselves that their own users feel a need to do this because of the limited options. i want to make them functionally obsolete by creating a good website that's user friendly so that we don't need them anymore.

[arcane-vagabond]

Meet Me at the Sea Teaser

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's summer home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Series CW: Supernatural elements, Siren songs, Death, Accidental drownings, Near death experiences, Swearing, Violence, Mermaid/Sirens, Hypnosis, Attempted murder, Eventual smut, Fluff, Angst, Jake Seresin. Think that's pretty much it. Chapters will have individual warnings.

A/N: As with Fool's Fare, this is the teaser! Some elements of the story are subject to change as I write this, but I wanted to give you guys a sneak peak! As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I post all of my updates as well!

"You've heard the stories from the locals."

It was more of a statement than a question. The cool, sea air caressed the warmth of your skin, and you shivered. You could see the lightning off in the distance as the storm rolled in from the sea behind him.

"I have," you replied, arms crossing to maintain some warmth. He watched you, studied you, like you might run away at any moment. His eyes were like sea glass, a frosted green that seemed to shine in the near pitch black of the night. "What about them?"

"What if I told you they weren't just stories?"

You scoffed, shooting him a glare. "You dragged me down here to ask me about those dumb stories about mermaids and sea monsters? You going to tell me that Davy Jones is real next, Jake?"

"I'm serious, Skipper," he frowned. You rolled your eyes at the nickname. He had called you that when you first met out on the docks after the accident, and it had stuck much to your annoyance. "Haven't you been wondering how you made it back to shore without more than a few bumps and scratches? Haven't you been wondering how you survived?"

"Yes," you murmured, feeling a sense of unease. "But I don't-"

"It was me," he stated, eyes clouded with a haze of desperation and desire. You could have sworn his eyes began to glow as he started taking slow, deliberate steps towards you. You felt a warm hum roll through your body as he maintained eye contact with you, seeming to almost pull you in. "I was the one that grabbed you when you fell overboard. I was the one who brought you to shore, watched over you until I knew you were okay. I was the one leaving pearls and seashells on the sides of the ship for you to find."

He was standing in front of you now, hands moving to cup both sides of your face as he stared down at you. You thought you heard shouting from up by the wooden ramp that led off the beach, but all you could focus on was the glowing green of his eyes and gentle caress of his words on your mind.

"Why?" you asked breathlessly. He chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours. The voices grew louder in the distance, and you faintly felt the lapping of the water at your calves. Were you moving deeper into the ocean?

"Because," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I want you."

[roserefrain]

asterversary gush under the cut because i can be a little shy. as a treat.

so. it is now the second anniversary of me knowing aster's name (which if you did not know, is why this particular day is designated as the floriaster anniversary) aaaand it's about a month out from the one year anniversary of this blog! so i just kinda wanted to gush about aster and this blog and everything.

aster has always been really incredibly important to me, even before i knew much about them at all. who they are has influenced so much of who i am and what i value. a good sense of curiosity for the world around you and why it works, a refusal to accept things as they are if they are in fact unacceptable, compassion for others, the ability to approach things with a level of sincerity and wonder, and a sort of endless appetite for art, wherever it appears. these are all things i've always admired in them, that i try to carry with me in turn. (i fully blame how Literary Analysis Brained i am on them)

i really cant imagine who i would be without them. they'll always be an important part of my heart. when i was younger that importance resulted in a lot of sadness, honestly. a lot of "well it can never be like that again, i had it good but now it's just memory" it often hurt to talk about them. not to mention that often talking about them resulted in Very Harsh Judgement in the angelkin communities i tried to be a part of. (your usual. that's not biblically accurate. i know your kin memories better than you do actually and let me tell you everywhere youre wrong. etc etc.)

i had sort of resigned myself to thinking that all of this needed to be "inside thoughts" forever. no one else would get it, or even be willing to like. try and understand. even in spaces i felt comfortable, it was a blacklisted topic in my mind.

and then. while browsing through commission tags on tumblr. i found the self ship community. i browsed a few blogs daily, but was too nervous to even hit the follow button for a while. this community seemed nice, it seemed interesting, but i also recognized that florian and aster didn't exactly fit the typical mold of self insert and fictional other, and i dont really refer to them as such. was i still. allowed to be a part of this?

i only made the leap into making a blog because i realized if i wanted to commission some of the wonderful artists i saw, i'd need a blog for them to @ with their finished work, and Dude people on my main don't even know that i'm angelkin. i also wanted a space away from my angelkin blog, as that had grown more general and less personal.

i'd never really had a more personal blog on tumblr before, a blog where i talk about myself, a blog where i mainly Post instead of just oops all reblogs. i was notorious for making a sideblog and then deleting it soon after, but i wanted to give this a try.

and it was fun !!! i was having fun !!! i felt more connected to my angelkin memories than i had in so long, i loved seeing other people's ships, and it even motivated me to get back into writing, something i hadn't done for years. and. seeing people react positively to florian and aster was crazy to me. there was no endless questioning, no random judgement, it was just. if people like them, they stuck around.

i never know at what point it's like. socially acceptable to call someone a friend? and i know i struggle actually talking to mutuals sometimes (i feel like i've gotten so much better at it than at the start of this blog though. im in a discord server! i am Occasionally sending asks and leaving replies! i have added people on other platforms! this is very impressive to me looking at where i started) but. just know if you are a mutual here, i very much consider you a friend at this point and it genuinely makes me So Happy to be here talking about ships and whatever else with you, even if it's Fully parallel play where we haven't spoken directly to each other yet.

it genuinely means the world to me that people care about floriaster, and that i have a space now where i can talk about them, along with whatever else is on my mind! i hope i can be on this blog doing this sort of stuff for many years to come.

[something-tofightfor]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @the-blind-assassin-12 and @maggiemayhemnj - thank you both for thinking of me!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

113! I didn't realize it was that many.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

1,954,922

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only the PPCU (so adjacent characters are fair game, too)

4. top five fics by kudos

Magnetic Competing For Christmas You're Tellin' Me Something Real Aphelion Buried (All of these can be found on my tumblr masterlist, too!)

5. do you respond to comments?

I definitely try to respond to everything, but I have been slacking lately. I love reading comments and seeing messages and reading reblog notes and tags, so thank you to everyone that's left me something. I get a little overwhelmed and overthink replies to people, and then they just pile up. I need to get better with that - I don't ever want anyone to feel like I don't appreciate the time they take to read and leave comments, because I 100% do.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A lot of my stuff is still ongoing, but I'd have to say that one of my 2023 Summer Smooches for Frankie: A Kiss in the Dark/A Breakup Kiss was really angsty.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my stories have somewhat happy endings, but I think the one that is actually the overall happiest is Life Is Good

8. do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some in the past, yes. It's mainly been due to the things I won't write or include / aimed at trying to get me to not write for a specific character because I don't 'do it right' - but I ignore it. It's not worth my time to focus on what anonymous people have to say about my writing or the content I choose to create.

9. do you write smut?

I do! I like to include it when the story calls for it, and not just have it be gratuitious. My characters have to work for it (unless it's a specifically smutty prompt or one shot) because I like giving them motivation for the smut if that makes sense.

10. craziest crossover?

I haven't ever written a crossover, BUT @the-blind-assassin-12 planted the seed for an Oberyn Martell / Logan Delos Thing a little while ago and I haven't stopped thinking about it.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I haven't ever had an entire fic stolen, but I have most definitely seen other writers take parts of my stories and include them in theirs - mainly for another fandom, but it was word for word in a couple instances.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not translated to repost, but a few people have told me they've used Google Translate to read in their first language, so that was pretty neat!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

HELL YEAH. Aphelion with @the-blind-assassin-12 and there's no one else I'd rather work so closely with on this story. BUT I would love to co-write something else at some point, too.

14. all time favorite ship?

Kate x Jack on LOST. They're perfect for each other and the confirmation from Evangeline a couple years ago that in her mind, Kate was pregnant the last time she left the island makes me cry.

Also, Nine/Ten and Rose on Dr. Who, and Oberyn and Ellaria.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope to finish all of my current WIPs, but if I had to choose one that might get abandoned just because of how long it's been ... I'm going to say Starlight, just because I have other ideas for Ezra that I feel more connected with.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I'm good at immersive details, and that people enjoy my dialogue because it feels "real". I have also been told that people like my characterization. I personally feel like I'm good at writing action and tension.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I don't think I'm particularly good with smut. I also feel like I'm too wordy sometimes, and put too much emphasis on details / things only I as a writer will care about.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

If it benefits a story and makes sense for the characters in question, I love it. But I don't include it a lot just because if it's not a made up language like Valyrian or Mando'a, I always worry I'll use or translate things incorrectly.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Children of the Corn. I don't like to talk about it, but ... here we are.

20. favorite fic you've written?

I am insanely, obsessively proud of Just Too Good To Be Gone. I am so protective over Joel Miller and his characterization, and every single thing I've written and planned for that series is something that I stand behind - and always will. I also think that Aphelion is really special, and it's not just because it's Oberyn, but because Alyssa and I have been on the same page every step of the way and it's been really, really satisfying to watch that all come together the way it has.

Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to play! Please tag me so I can see your answers!!

[tarithenurse]

I see fire - 28

Fandom: D&D 5E/homebrew campaign. Word count: 2630. Contents: Enhanced magic (don't do drugs) and a rescue misssion. A/N: Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

XXVIII

The way back to a place always seems faster for some reasons, Zilvra decides.

It feels like no time before they pass the cave where they had slept with the ogres (a bowl has been placed which Morella fills and once they’re out of sight they hear the jubilant cheers of the ogres).

But other than that, the trip back to the Masons’ hideout is uneventful.

Passing through the cracking dome of illusion, the trio push themselves the last bit of the way, ensuring they don’t have to find rest between the graves.

It’s quiet at the Tower. All the ships on the lake are gone together with most, though not all, the men. As such they don’t find Claude or Harris but Gideon is there, attempting one of his usual visits to the Tower only to have it thwarted again – the guard is good (or Gideon is bad).

Either way, now the trio are back, the magician is happy for the company and he’s happy to translate a few of the papers, explaining they’re written in Draconic.

“This one is for a guy called Isat. The sender, uhm...Kilum, asks about his health and mentions some drugs. Drugs? I wonder what kind?” He asks himself mostly only to brighten up at the idea: “Oh! It might be the Wild Blue Weed!”

Avoiding exchanging glances with her friends, Zilvra innocently asks what that is.

“I don’t know what else it might be called but it has magical properties. It looks a bit like a big star with bright blue petals,” Gideon explains.

Morella, keeping up the charade, cocks her head. “Sounds a lot like the Flower of the Ice Queen that we have in the Fey Wild. But if that’s the one then it’s an invasive species.”

“You have some?” Gideon asks hopefully.

“No.”

“Aw.”

Saddened, the human wanders off but Anvindr gives chase, wanting to borrow a book or two if possible.

Following the men, the girls enter Gideon’s shed or house. It’s stacked from floor to ceiling with books and scrolls without any obvious system to it.

“What do you need?” Gideon smiles.

“I’ve been thinking about the Tower here and its crystal,” Anvindr admits. “So maybe something necromancy or illusion magic?”

It takes a moment for Gideon to find the right books – not because he doesn’t know where they are but because they happen to be further down the stacks and he has to dig down to them.

Taking the first, a relatively slender tome, the genasi leafs through it but finds that it can’t be necromancy as that mainly speaks of souls powering people and not items.

Reading over his shoulder, Zilvra is more interested in the other book although they both have their doubts as it starts off with explaining sleight of hand “magic”. But eventually it moves on to real magic, amping up the difficulty until finally talking about the drow skill of imbuing items or devices with illusion magic – but that’s nothing than a rumour.

A bit disillusioned, the trio leave Gideon to reorganize his books.

“You’ve ever heard about that?” Anvindr asks Zilvra.

“That we imbue devices with illusion magic?” she verifies, “no...” But she hesitates.

He narrows his eyes. “What?”

“I once heard mom talk about...well, it was some magic of course.” Her mother works for the Department of Developmental Magic and was often working on project beyond the scope of normal magic users. “She was working on recreating something with a magical crystal but they had problems with the source whatever that means.”

“Hm...maybe that’s it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

---

“Good morning, I am Tazree,” a voice in her mind startles Zilvra out of her trance in the morning. “We are here in Omen. I want you to visit us. I am interested in your knowledge of this area.”

Baffled, Zilvra almost misses the window for a reply but manages to gather her thoughts at the last moment. This must be the leader of the drow outpost!

“Morning. Not up to me alone but will see if I can make my way by.” Zilvra frowns at her own words; not wanting to feel to hostile she adds: “Don’t know much about it but I’ll happily share.”

There are no further messages.

“Guys,” Zilvra calls out gently to her friends who slowly are waking up too, “I just got an interesting message.” That wakes them properly and she relays the wish of this Tazree. “I’m not saying I need to go there now...but I would like to at some point.”

“What do you hope to learn?” Morella asks.

And that’s the thing, Zilvra doesn’t know. Admitting as much, she shrugs a bit sheepishly.

“I don’t mind going,” Anvindr admits.

Glancing at her friend, the drow becomes aware of a different problem. “You should, probably. My kind...they’re not exactly fair towards men, treating them like...like workhorses rather than people.”

He frowns but then shrugs. “Good thing I’m not a drow then.”

She wants to argue that it won’t matter but just then there’s a shout from outside:

“They’re back!”

Tempted by the announcement, the trio and many others leave the barracks and streaming towards the shore of the lake to see the ship arrive.

Soon, boats are in the water, rowing people in and among the first are Claude who spots the trio and waves them along as he marches to his office, barely acknowledging the curious people who want to know how the blockade has gone.

“Went fine,” he growls at last before ushering the trio inside and closing the door.

Turning on them, at least for Zilvra it almost feels as though she somehow is in trouble. The face of Claude is drawn into a dark mask of anger and worry and his entire posture hints at him wanting to break something.

“So,” Anvindr tries to lighten the mood, “it went well?”

Claude blinks. “Yes. No civilian casualties. But Harris has been captured and I guess I don’t have to say what would happen if they get him to talk.” The trio nods. “You’re going to Stouvania with another group to get him free. You’ll be bait, bluntly put, creating a distraction so the others can get him out.”

“He’s in the jail?” Zilvra asks with trepidation. Having spent time there herself, she’s not keen on seeing the place again.

“Yes, the Raven Wing,” Claude nods.

The other two look between them and the drow quickly explains how the jail i built in the canal with only one entry point. Several of the lower cells tend to flood during high tide as water spills in through the barred windows.

“But it might go down quite deep,” she adds, remembering at least one set of stairs leading down.

“I could transform into a mouse or something and sneak in to figure out where he is exactly,” Morella offers, already embracing the fact that this mission will happen regardless of their willingness to go or not.

“I need him back,” Claude suddenly admits, wiping a hand across his face. “I need him.”

For the first time, Zilvra gets the feeling that the leader of the Masons isn’t only talking from a tactical standpoint and she nods at him, understanding better than he knows the need for someone.

“You got the Blue Weed?” the man asks, trying to refocus on the task at hand.

Pulling out the bag, Morella shows it to him and for once he looks relieved if only for a brief second. Then he goes and opens the door, calling out for Gideon who comes running as quick as his robe allows.

“Need you to send six people to Stouvania, my friend,” Claude orders.

“But I c-” the magician begins to apologize but he stops the instant Claude holds out a handful of the dried flowers. “Yes, of course!”

The trio and Gideon (who is rubbing his hands in excitement) follow the leader out the door as he shouts for more men: Henry, William, and Pierre. They come right away too, still geared up from the trip with the blockade, and listen intently to the plan.

“Here,” Henry says, handing Morella a Sending Stone, “so you can communicate the position of Harris.”

She nods, putting it away safely in a pouch.

Zilvra has been watching Gideon who now is given the Blue Weed and starts to crumbling it in his hands, releasing a blue smoke that he greedily inhales in deep breaths even as his nose begins to bleed and his eyes roll backwards. Then, as the last residue evaporates, he claps his hands together and conjures a portal through which the six rescuers rush.

Next thing is free fall.

Plummeting about ten meters before landing in cool water, the group have indeed arrived in the city of Stouvania but not nicely on ground level but rather over the canal, and while it’s still morning and not that many are out yet, they do manage to spook a lone fisher who’s sitting with his feet dangling over the edge of the pier. He is no less startled when the colourful woman suddenly disappears (in reality transformed into a rat) and the others clamber out of the water.

Wanting to prevent the man from having any credibility in case he goes to alert anyone, Zilvra whips out one of the bottle of liquor, rudely pouring some on him before pushing the bottle into his hands – this way, hopefully, the guards will smell the booze and take him for a drunkard.

Then they scatter: three Masonners in one direction while Zilvra and Anvindr heads another way.

Slipping from alley to alley, the two friends make their way to the marketplace but just before they reach it, Anvindr hands the drow a tube with a wick at the end.

“Go to the harbour and wait for my signal before you light it – then make sure you’re out of the way when it goes off,” he explains.

“What?”

He grins surprisingly wicked. “Big boom.”

And with that he joins the crowd heading into the auction house, leaving the young female to navigate the streets towards the harbour. She knows the way, roughly, and when she gets there she tries to find a place to toss the boomstick with a minimal of innocents caught in the blast.

She doesn’t have a long time to figure it out before an explosion can be heard in the distance. As expected, the guards all react, rushing towards the sound from where a large cloud of smoke billows up over the roofs too now.

No one pays attention to the drow, allowing her to light her own boomstick and toss it in between an array of crates and boxes near the piers.

The moment it goes off, it’s utter chaos. People are screaming, running away and falling over each other in the process but it’s to Zilvra’s advantage as no one would think twice at the sight of a teenage-sized person running the same way as everyone else.

Heading towards the jail to maybe help out the others, Zilvra sees them running (or limping in one person’s case) towards the main entrance to the city: Harris is being supported by two of his friends while the third is keeping an eye out. Morella’s nowhere in sight which worries the drow.

Catching up, she’s happy to see that while Harris is beat up badly, he’s still well enough to send her a smile which she returns. And her smile broadens when she notices a golden rat poking its head up from the man’s shirt pocket: Morella.

Falling into pace with the others, this is not the time nor the place for explanations of what has happened. Glancing up, she sees special guards leap from rooftop to rooftop and she praises herself for not having chosen that route this time.

“To the gates,” Henry simply snarls.

Hopefully, Anvindr has guessed that that’s the only way out.

It feels like they have to run for miles before they reach the gates and the back of Zilvra’s knees prickle with the idea that they are too slow but they can’t go any faster because of Harris. He’s giving it his all, but he’s been starved and beaten since he’s been caught and is as such barely hanging on. The few times he lifts his head to see the surroundings, he nearly stumbles.

Finally, they get the inner gates in view but it is closing, probably the whole city is entering a lockdown to prevent the people responsible for the chaos to escape. Anvindr is there, running from the direction of the stables but he spots them and comes over.

“Tried to get horses but no luck,” he groans.

He’s not deigned a response by anyone. Not out of annoyance but because they must hurry and they are indeed among the last people through the inner gate.

The city of Stouvania has two sets of gate, separated by a wide canal which a bridge with giant statues at the sides span across. This means that even having made it through the inner gates, the Masons and the trio are not out yet, but need to exit the second gates too...and they are being closed as well.

Realizing they are too slow, running ahead Zilvra desperately shoot at the winding mechanism for the gate but of course it’s no use as a little crossbow bolt is nothing more than a mosquito bite to it. But she does get the attention of the guards and maybe that can be enough to distract them, wanting a chase instead and so she rushes through the gate.

It’s no good though.

But Anvindr has seen what she’s done and he lobs the last boomstick up towards the mechanism. As it goes off, it sends the men up their falling onto the ground but more importantly, it breaks one of the hinges, forcing the gate crooked! As it’s still being pulled shut, the other Masonners make it through, but it closes just as Harris and Anvindr draw up to it. There’s a small gap at the bottom, too tiny for them to pass through, but if they can climb up then they’d be able to leap over and out into freedom.

It’s with her heart in the throat that those who are out watch Harris make it over, landing awkwardly in a heap before he’s helped on his feet by his friends.

“Go, go!” Zilvra urges.

“But Anvindr,” Harris objects, already more or less dragged away.

There’s a new boom from beyond the gate.

“You can’t help him, just go!” the drow insists.

They make it a bit down the road, aiming for the forest edge before Anvindr comes scrambling over.

“Where’s Morella?” he gasps, looking about.

Zilvra doesn’t have a chance to say that the druid was with him before the person in question suddenly appears beside them, gagging and with blood dribbling from her mouth but seemingly unharmed otherwise and so they all run.

The sound of wings can be heard and as Zilvra ushers her friends off the road after the others first, she glances back and sees the familiar sight of #5 with large red wings hovering above the ruined gate – the flaming fists seem just as dangerous at a distance as they had done up close by the Clairvoyance Tower.

“Zilvra!” Morella urges, grabbing her friend’s hand and pulling her along. “Shit, this calls for more magic.” A subtle green veil encase the group’s feet for a few seconds as they begin running again.

Out of sight of the gate, they can’t see what #5 is doing but they hear the heavy impact of something landing.

“Just go,” Anvindr pleads.

And so they run.

[pastelxapplecore]

My name is Xed/Pastel ^v^ (He/Xe/They)! I am 25 years old and any other art accts will likely have the username pastelxapple if you want to find me on other platforms!

This is gonna be my multifandom page for my insane thoughts and hyperfixations :3 it's basically just my outlet to unleash my insanity, so expect cringe. LOTS of cringe 🐍🎀

Life Cycle of a Mantis (Kennoi Fic):

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64127017

Blog intro, tags, & rules ⬇️

TAGS:

#my art (or #xed art) - My art tag! You can find my artwork directly with this tag 🐍✨

#ask box 💌 - All replies to my inbox are tagged with this! It comprises mostly of Q&As of my mercs or other characters, art requests, and other questions!

#lore crumbs 🍰 - Small pieces of art and/or posts about my ocs or AUs! 👏🏼✨ I try to tag posts with any info or headcanons about my characters/AUs ^^

#pastelsneksona (or #snakesona) Tag used for any art I make of my snakesona! 🐍💖

#tsu art - (or #twin art) - Art tag for my twin's artwork 🦊 (@/hoshi-tsubasa )! I love sharing her work and she deserves more praise for it! ^v^✨ Yes she is a furry so be kind!!!

#moot art 💖 - Art tag for my artist mutuals! I love to share their work so I keep this tagged to their stuff so I can find it again (cuz I'm dumb and don't wanna scroll through reblogs for eternity)

Note: I may tag some ships with more personal labels so please keep in mind that they will usually have their own individual tags!

General Info:

Pr0shipper/“problematic” (l0licon, AI "art", etc...) accounts DNI!!! I will block you >:(((

IF YOU DON'T LIKE MY CONTENT PLEASE BE POLITE AND MOVE ON!!! I'll post some niche/rarepair ships sometimes, which are often comfort ships for different reasons (some personal)! I'm just here to have fun and draw what I like 💌 If any ship that I post is not your cup of tea I kindly suggest to keep any comments to yourself and just move on, harassment and hate on my art blog(s) will not be tolerated here. You WILL be blocked if you leave rude comments over me for liking a ship. I love the ships I love for deeper reasons often for personal comfort and/or self healing purposes, and I do not go around claiming them as canon (I respect the source content, I just ship outside of it as fanon). I also have favorite ships from many fandoms so keep in mind that I do fandom hop.

Please be aware I likely will not draw explicit nsfw! There may be suggestive art tho from time to time :3c Some things will be tagged with tw if needed!

Please do not use ship tags on my art unless I have them put down myself! I am not comfortable with certain dynamics being labeled as ships, especially if the dynamic is not meant to be in any form romantic/sexual ;;

Please refrain from comparing my ocs to existing canon characters from other media unless I've made the comparison myself first. It just makes me feel really shitty and unoriginal with my character designs ;;

In addition, please be aware I have ADHD and an alter system (DID), so please note that I may go silent with posts every once in a while. My mental health is not a subject I care to make front and center here, so I prefer any questions or topics of such be kept private! Thank you! 💖

If you can I encourage you to reblog my artwork if you like it! Traction on tumblr is very different than on other social sites like twitter and tiktok, so it would mean a lot to me if you could share my art! 🥺💌 I'm deeply humbled if you enjoy my content, thank you!

Ask Box Rules:

This is a 18+ ask blog, so if you wanna ask me anything something pls feel free! Please keep questions relatively appropriate (a few dirty jokes I don't mind depending on the context)! Anon questions will be turned on and off from time to time, but if people completely abuse it or things get out of hand I will shut them off permanently ;3; Also please respect that there's a limit for how much you can ask of me, I won't consistently draw the same thing over and over if it's asked for like more than 3 times (especially by the same person)!

If I do not respond to your ask, it may be because I am either uncomfortable with the ask, am unsure how to respond, or simply do not feel that it is an ask that needs to be posted. I am also NOT an rp blog so I will not respond to rp-like asks. Please respect this, thank you!

Please be respectful! I have major anxiety and communication/socializing is difficult for me, so I may not engage in conversations much ;0; I do get super nervous with parasocial behavior!!! I will do my best to respond to my inbox so please be patient with me 💌

Fanart/Art Rules:

Art Trades are for mutuals only! I rarely do them but think they're fun! Also will only do an art trade if the level of art quality and skill is the similar to my own, thank you! 💖

This isn't entirely an art request blog but depending on the question in the ask box I might doodle something if I'm interested enough! 🍰✨ I don't really draw ship requests often tho! ;3; Might do some that I like but depends!

I don't mind fanart! If you'd like to make fanart for me please tag me so I can see your lovely work! However pls don't draw any of my ocs or version (aus included) of characters inappropriately or in ships I otherwise am not comfortable with, as they likely have pre-established relationships ;; Also please do not misinterpret/take creative liberties with my ocs or snakesona, as they are my personal reflections of myself and I am more sensitive about art of them. I am uncomfortable with misinterpretations and/or nsfw art of them. If you are unsure about anything please ask me first, I am very firm and particular about them! Thank you!!! 💖

If you want to use my art as a profile pic please ask me first!!! DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY ARTWORK!!!!

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

i have a question, do you miss sui? you're also her friend as well.

do you even know how she got deactivated one month ago? :')

im one of the anon's who interacted with her before-

- 🐷 (:'))

It shouldn't be my responsibility to let Sui's friends know what happened to her blog if she herself chose not to leave any kind of goodbye message.

I do not know the reason, that's a decision she made on her own, thus I can't tell you "what happened" even if I wanted to. I can, however, tell you about something that happened publicly right before she deleted her blog since I was a part of it as much as she was. If anything, it would explain why you felt the need to ask me if I miss her, and why I don't talk about her absence. We used to interact a lot and I really liked her as a friend, but she hurt me deeply.

At the peak of the US elections, just when it became official who had won, I expressed my sympathy for my mutuals who are going to be directly harmed by what was happening. Sui decided to publicly oppose my political views, in the replies of the post, which really surprised me. She basically insulted my intelligence in understanding the political situation. At one point what I wanted to say greatly exceeded the maximum amount of text you can type in the reply box, and I wanted to add a picture too, so I just reblogged it instead to continue the conversation this way. She felt like this was me putting her on blast so she moved the conversations on DMs instead, despite me saying that I don't want to talk about it anymore. We simply have different political views. I won't be changing hers and she won't be changing mine. The conversation is something I'm not going to talk about due to its private nature but I can just say that at the end of it, I ended up blocking her. Shortly after, she deleted her blog.

I'm well aware that there are a lot of people who see it as extremely stupid to break off friendships for political reasons. I'm not going to argue with them, I'm just going to ask, what difference would it have been if this was about any trivial matter? Are we not allowed to choose who we want to interact with? What happens when a person has a passionate opinion about something that completely contrasts yours? What about curating your safe space and limiting conversation with such people? I offered Sui to just call it off and we can go on without blocking each other, just existing out there in the fandom, it wouldn't have bothered me. But she overstepped my boundaries, so I had to block her. It didn't need to be about politics. I would have done it if it was about ikevamp, about a ship, about fanfiction, anything.

The only difference between fandom matters and politics is that fandom matters are far less hurtful in the grand scheme of things, while politics is at the center of our very lives. You decide what is a big enough reason to block someone.

I'm not made out of stone, of course I miss her. This is just a bitter reminder that you can perfectly get along with someone and yet be unknowingly so different from them. I don't want to change her mind or to "open her eyes to the truth" or whatever, she's an adult, she chooses what ideology to follow. This is not a matter of us possibly apologizing to each other someday, I don't want that. I want to exist alongside like-minded people, if she's not one, then so be it.

Was our dispute the reason why she ended up deleting her blog? I am not Sui, i can't possibly know. She'd mentioned wishing to delete it much prior to our conversation, I have personally comforted her when she felt like she wasn't contributing to the fandom (in her own words), the thought has been there long before, it seems. If this ended up being her last straw, that's still something she decided on her own to do. If you, as her friend, want to accuse me of her leaving, then you're free to do so, but I won't be able to feel guilty about it. It was never my goal, I don't assume that the person I argue with will disappear without notice after our conversation.

I'll close this by saying, if the person reading this has any kind of views that are drastically contrasting the ones I've shown here on my blog, political or otherwise, do yourself a favor and keep your distance, via blocking or whatever works for you. Otherwise, you'll either silently rage or end up confronting me at some point. There's no need for arguments that can only end up hurting both sides. Those views are something that we build upon our whole lives, there's no way one little conversation will change anyone's opinion. If it's something tiny and it doesn't bug you as much, then that's fine, we all have such people in our lives, this is inevitable - but if it actually pains you to exist in the same space as me to the point where you feel like you need to confront me about it, just solve it all by blocking instead. We're not coworkers, we're not classmates, we're not roommates, we're not forced to coexist, this is the beauty of the internet.

[beauty-and-passion]

Fanders Sides Season 3: The Asides

Hello dears,

after the introductory post about FSS3 and before starting with the actual episodes, I wanted to write a short post about the Asides too.

As you all know, recently Mr. Sanders moved a few episodes here and there: random stuff became part of the Asides, while ATHD, FWSA and WTIT became main series episodes. Why did it take him so long to realize they were following the plot more than other videos? No idea.

But even though Mr. Sanders seems to find it a bit difficult to distinguish between main series episodes and Asides, the fandom on the other hand seems to know pretty well what the difference is and your suggestions in the survey have been AMAZING.

This is why I wanted to write this post: to expand on some of your best ideas. But also to offer you this post as a starting point. If you have even more ideas/thoughts/concepts for other possible Asides episodes, feel free to add them with a message or a reblog. We can go on forever with great suggestions.

Once again, I applied the same three rules I talked about in the introductory post:

to write something in the real of human/editing possibilities

it should be an idea that can be developed in a 20-minute-long video

no ships

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The promised rap battle

During Am I ORIGINAL?, Logan had the best rap battle of all time and in the end, he said Patton would be the next one he would “fight”.

So this Aside will be the match Logan wanted. He will crush Patton with great verses, amazing flow and sick burns.

Patton, on the other hand, won’t take any offense at all and reply with puns. Just. So. Many. Puns.

Will Logan still win? Will the puns be enough to defeat him? Will he start using the power of puns too? Will this battle turn into a huge battle of puns? Will Patton have fun regardless of the result?

You decide on the answers to all of these questions, except for the last one. Because we all know Patton would enjoy some quality time with Logan.

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The very normal vlog

This episode is a very normal vlog in which Thomas talks about very normal stuff happening in his life and the Core Sides comments/offers suggestions as always.

So Logan says Thomas should've remembered that doing X thing wasn't great. Thomas replies that it was an infinitesimal mistake.

Patton compliments Thomas with a pun. Thomas replies with another pun.

Roman tells Thomas they should strive for greater things. Thomas says that they should start by improving their acting skills.

Virgil reminds Thomas that trying new things can be challenging and he can fail. Thomas says that it won't be as bad as Virgil's make-up.

Virgil is caught off guard by this, but before he can comment, Thomas ends the episode and sends them all away. Only after the Sides disappeared, he said goodbye to his viewers and turned off the camera, only then he reveal himself as Janus.

Janus stretches, snaps his fingers and says he's still the best liar of all time, before leaving.

The episode ends with Thomas, who is still sleeping in his bed. He suddenly jolts up: "Oh my gosh", he yells, "I need to do a video!”

Bam, start intro.

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The troll

An April fools episode titled “Am I the ASSHOLE???” and the whole video is over dramatic and makes fun of tropes, also is poorly shot.

This is the original post of @dillydallydove from which this person took the idea. And it's hilarious, I love it.

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The most serious argument ever

A prequel episode set when Virgil was still one of the Dark Sides and centered on an argument they have.

You can choose whatever topic you want, but it should be the stupidest argument ever. And the dark boys should all act as if it’s the most important topic in the world, nothing is more important than this topic and nothing is more important than proving the others are ALL wrong.

Follows shenanigans, Janus pretending to mediate only to say something and add more fuel to the chaos, Virgil trying to prove his point with extra convoluted thoughts, Remus throwing stuff around only to add more chaos, Orange sending death threats.

Bonus points if they manage to set something on fire without matches.

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Grocery shopping

Thomas going grocery shopping with his Sides.

Logan is in charge: he wants to put just healthy food in the cart.

Patton begs Logan for at least one single pack of cookies ("Thomas needs them, as a treat!").

Roman checks for the most aesthetically pleasing packages and the ones with the most promises, no matter how far-fetched they are ("Logan, this shampoo will make Thomas' hair fluent and shiny! And this cereal mix will make him taller! We must buy them!").

Virgil disappears for entire minutes, then comes back with a full emergency kit, a new alarm system, pepper spray and a blanket. When Logan asks him why, he replies that the safety stuff it's necessary, while the blanket is for him because it will help him stay calm, once Thomas starts handling this stuff.

Remus runs all over the grocery store, then comes back with different stuff: the first time with the biggest zucchini and carrots he can find, then with sticks and poles. Then, with all the different brands of condoms he can find. Then with lubricants. He says Thomas needs them and drops everything in the cart.

Janus pretends to help Logan, but also sneaks stuff behind other stuff: shorter boxes behind taller ones, chocolate chips under a bag of vegetables and so on. When Logan finds out, Janus picks a bottle of wine and puts it on the conveyor belt. Logan sighs and lets everything go.

Thomas, who went to the grocery store to buy one bag of apples, comes back home with a bag of carrots, a bag of zucchini, 2 boxes of cookies, 3 new shampoos, a pack of condoms, a new emergency kit, two cereal boxes, a blanket and a bottle of wine. And no apples.

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The game night

The episode has the structure of a game show, in which every Side has to answer questions about the other Sides, in order to win an amazing prize.

Logan tries to use his intuition, but it doesn't always work.

Patton replies with kind, good, nice answers and everyone feels bad about telling him he's wrong, so he somehow wins.

Roman has no idea, so he drops the first thing that pops into his mind and fails miserably.

Virgil mumbles something, then says he doesn't know/it's stupid/he doesn't want to reply. Somehow, ends up second after Patton.

Janus straight out lies about everything and somehow he's right. But everyone refuses to acknowledge he's right.

Remus throws the most sexual ideas and argues about who has the longest dick. Somehow, he ends up being just one step above Roman. No one understands how, Roman first.

In the end, the amazing price was the last piece of pizza.

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The "Sides' daily schedule" series

This can be a series of seven videos, in which every Side takes his time to tell us what they do during a normal day of their life.

Logan shows a perfectly organized schedule, down to the second. His routine includes cleaning, organizing, planning, working, writing, reading and a relaxing hobby: chemical reactions.

Remus sneaks in to be his lab assistant. The video ends up with them blowing up something.

Patton's schedule is more relaxed, made of sunshine, happiness, hours spent remembering the past, sad hours, more sad hours - but then Patton gets better, he gets out of his room and meets his friends. And plans a nice time for all of them.

The evening ends with Logan emptying a whole fire extinguisher on the barbecue, because somehow Patton set it on fire.

Roman starts his day by being his most marvelous self, removes his night-time beauty mask, makes his daycare routine, strikes poses, talks about how great he is, goes around slaying monsters and dueling... all in the morning. Then, he sits and the desk and works non-stop for 20 hours straight. Then, he gets up still with his marvelous self, says he has not been “very productive” and goes on a trip to slay more monsters and flirt with beautiful men in distress.

In the end, Remus has to stop him from working even more, by hitting him on the head. He throws Roman on his bed, throws the sheets on him but, before leaving, he never forgets to carefully put on Roman his night-time beauty mask.

Remus' video alternates between him starting to say something, to huge censored parts. Around half of the video, he loudly protests, because he's censored, even when he doesn't say anything sexual. His day includes pissing out Roman, messing with Logan's chemical stuff, obediently sitting and listening to Janus reading him a book, throwing stuff in a volcano, jumping in a river with piranha and 20 different sexual positions all censored.

Virgil's video shows him doing something peacefully, only to suddenly stop, look directly at the viewers and ask them questions. Like: he's peacefully knitting, then he stops, lifts his head and asks: did you turn the stove off? Is it still off? Or is it on? Is your house burning down? Will it burn down before you go to bed? Will you die in your bed?

The questions stop, to show us more of Virgil’s day and his different ways to relax. Some are heavy blankets and knitting, others are push-ups, running like a madman for hours, sleeping like a log, watching horror movies and doing make-up while listening to emo/rock music.

Janus' schedule is weird. The scene before he's walking, then it abruptly cuts to him knitting, then to him halfway into an explanation of a specific part of a book, to him explaining what he will eat. It looks like a series of scenes randomly put together.

Only in the end, we will find out he did it on purpose, because he has no intention of telling what he actually does. So he tells the viewers to have fun with what they have (which is basically nothing), while putting on a beauty mask, a glass of wine in his hand and relaxes into a bathtub.

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The "Dressing like each other" series

This can easily end up in another series of videos, in which every Side raids the closet of one Side and they all dress up like him.

Logan's closet should include tons of shirts and lab coats, so they would all dress up like teachers or lab technicians. Roman hates it, Remus loves to dress as a mad scientist.

Patton's closet should include bright colors, funny hats, animal prints everywhere. Either they would dress up as animal lovers or as stereotypical fathers from the 50s. Janus searches everywhere for something that's not bright-colored. In the end, he fights Virgil for the only two gray clothes.

Roman's closet should include rich, embroidered dresses with beautiful details on every piece of fabric. They would end up dressed as members of the court or royalty, with matching, fabulous makeup. Virgil complains and calls it "extra and preppy", only to end up being fabulous.

Virgil's closet should include black, emo, laced dresses for everyone. Also, guyliner and leather/laced matching accessories. Roman complains and calls it "dark and gloomy", only to end up being fabulous.

Janus' closet should include black and yellow dresses, fancy hats, polished shoes and fancy accessories like golden pocket watches, handkerchiefs with embroidered initials and so on. Logan appreciates the formality, Roman the nice details. Virgil calls it "even more extra" and ends up being quite fabulous. (Janus refuses to acknowledge it)

Remus' closet should include the most insane, batshit stuff, possibly put together in the weirdest way. They could end up dressed entirely in fishnet clothes, rainbow clothes, silly costumes or the most baroque, heavy costume ever known to mankind. Also, a shit ton of accessories, wigs, makeup and everything you can think of. Somehow, Janus is the only one who manages to find a coordinated set.

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And now, it's up to you!

Do you have more ideas for the Asides? Share them! The weirdest, the strangest, the better! :D

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[saveahorserideaneddie]

If you’re going to leave replies and messages under every single post I make disagreeing with me and trying to act like my own thoughts and feelings are incorrect because they aren’t your own then why in the ever loving fuck are you even following me?

like jesus fucking christ i understand following people that you may disagree with on one or two things but to talk down to me on

every

single

post

at that point why haven’t you blocked and unfollowed me yet bc i don’t really care for your nasty attitude… if you want to have a civil discussion that’s one thing but snarky little comments where you mention things that aren’t even necessarily objectively true as evidence in your favor, then you automatically lose any right to engage with me

and this isn’t even about a bt stan this person ships and reblogs buddie content for fucks sake