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drawingdroid · 1 year ago

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The Unknown Regions IV

A Din Djarin x Fem Plus Size Reader Fic

Summary: You, a soft astrophysicist, meet the hardened Mandalorian in less-than-ideal circumstances. Your abilities will lead to you crossing the galaxy together in search of his green son.

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This chapter is rated +18! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: Expect conversations about weight, body dysmorphia and internalised fatphobia that may be triggering, so read at your own discretion; reader is AFAB and user she/her pronouns; no use of y/n; smut; the bucket stays on; naked female clothed male; hurt and comfort; Sad Din :(

Word count: 3,745

A/N: Din and you have a misunderstanding and actually talk openly about it like ADULTS! I love fiction!!! Finally, smut is here dear readers, I hope you enjoy it. I've struggled like crazy to write this chapter bc smut felt forced and I wanted a smoooth transition. I am not super happy with the result, but hey, I need to know when to let go. I've been thinking this would be interesting from Din's pov too, lemme know what you think. And yes, I know I don't respond to any comments I love reading them but anxiety kills me when I hit reply! I'm so sorry!!!

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You were so focused on your calculations that you didn't notice Din observing you. Leaning against the doorframe casually, the bounty hunter had his gaze fixated on you. He was stealthy for such a big man, so when his gloved hand gently touched your shoulder your heart skipped a beat.

“¡Mando!” You jumped from your seat. He immediately retrieved his touch as if he had been burnt.

“Sorry I…I didn't want to startle you.”

He looked so uncomfortable right now you felt bad for him. Well, had seemed uncomfortable around you for the two weeks you had been travelling together, so that wasn’t new. You were sure your presence around the ship had prevented him from relaxing at all. It was normal, its size had you clashing with each other all the time and it didn’t provide any privacy. And the Razor Crest, you have learnt, was also his home. Well, his and Grogu's.

He told you about the little one a night he was being especially silent. The moon you had stopped at looked inhabited and arid. He commented it was similar to Arvala-7, the planet where he found the child. After that, you listened while he spoke about how he met his son. His beautiful voice was full of pain and you ended up offering your hand for relief and support. He was hesitant but ended up accepting your warm touch.

Since then, casual physical contact had been a constant between you. With the days passing, you grew bolder with it, no longer squishing yourself to prevent your bodies from touching in the tight space of the Crest, and more like rubbing your plush body against his armour. A friendly hand on his shoulder, his on the small of your back. Therere were brief moments that made your heart flutter at the contact.

The truth was that living together had only made your initial attraction to him grow: observing such a mighty warrior performing the little tasks of day-to-day life was somewhat endearing. The things you could learn about someone just by looking at them at their little routines were incredible. You realized he was a methodical, goal-oriented man, and although he looked serious he did things like speaking with his ship when you wouldn't notice. He was also very caring, not only about Grogu but also his covert, the name he used to refer to the other Mandalorians he lived among. And he had the highest respect for his culture and his creed, something you really admired about him. Every day, you hoped he admired you back, too.

“Don’t worry about it, I tend to become so self-absorbed when I work I forget my surroundings.” You fidgeted nervously with your hair, feeling the burn of his gaze, until his visor shifted to the nav system. “Oh, I calculated the coordinates for the final jump and double-checked them. It’ll take around 30 standard hours to arrive there.”

Since you were travelling towards uncharted space, you couldn’t just jump to the planet, even though you knew the coordinates it was reckless without knowing the obstacles you could possibly meet, so it was more sensible to do it on shorter jumps.

“Let me check.” Mando leaned towards the console, supporting himself in his strong arms. You hoped your gasp at his sudden closeness wasn’t too audible.

“Are you doubting my calculations?” You meant to sound sassy but your voice came shaky. He was too close, hovering over you while checking the route. If your body wasn’t covered due to the cold of outer space, he could have noticed the goosebumps his proximity provoked.

“You can't drive a ship.” He deadpanned. You didn't feel bad about his affirmation, it was a fact. You had never had the opportunity to learn.

“I know my numbers, Mando.” You retorted, confident in your ability. He stared at you while you tried to remain unbothered. The truth was that the banter and his physical closeness had you a little flushed. His gaze finally left you to resume checking the panel and you rolled your eyes, although you understood his doubts. After all, his child and his ship were at stake

“This is flawless.” He admitted after a while, turning his helmet to you again.”Good job.” You opened your eyes widely at the praise and observed his muscular frame towering over you. His beskar looked beautiful, reflecting the starry space. He looked beautiful.

“I’m happy to help in any way I can.” You responded in a small voice, swallowing hard.

Neither of you moved for a while and you sighed involuntarily. With how close you were, you could just lean on him as you had been longing to do. To be embraced by his big arms. He sighed, his visor not leaving your frame. You wondered if he felt the pull too. He had to. The magnetic field was just too strong.

“Mando…” He shifted his position, coming even closer to you. You could observe your doe-eyed reflection in his Beskar helmet. He raised his gloved hand and reached for your round shoulder again. This time his touch was gentler than ever and his orange thumb caressed your clothed skin. Mouth dry, you wondered what would his next step be.

“I need…my seat to make the jump.”

The spell broke. Your brain was not computing. You swore you could die right there from the embarrassment. Of course, you were sitting on the pilot's chair. He only wanted your fat ass to move. And you thought you were having a moment. What an idiot, fantasizing about embracing him or whatever, when he only wanted to resume the trip to get to his son as soon as possible.

Clumsily, you stood up, your face hot with embarrassment. Inevitably, your bodies rubbed in the tiny space. You were a big woman, he was practically on you and the cockpit wasn’t precisely ample.

“Of course.”

The feeling was all-consuming and you rushed towards the sliding door, abandoning the cockpit in a heartbeat. You couldn’t see how a very confused Mando observed you leaving, asking himself how he had offended you.

Tears of embarrassment stained your cheeks when you managed to curl inside the bunk. Mando had been so kind to let you sleep there, and you had been loving it. The first night you couldn't help yourself and used your fingers to make you cum three times. His masculine fragrance was everywhere. It was like being embraced by him and your imagination was an overactive one.

But now, having his scent kriffing everywhere wasn’t helping to deflect the feeling of rejection that had taken you. Why were you being like this? Of course, it wasn’t the first time you were turned down. Or the tenth. By now, you should be used to it. But nevertheless, it hurt a lot.

All your life, you were always the clever, bright friend. The daughter who didn’t cause trouble. The gentle and caring one. But you were never called beautiful. Even by your romantic partners. They may say things about how they loved your “fat ass” or “big tits” but this didn’t make you feel pretty but just objectified, and especially, not truly seen as a sentient being. The worst of your male companions even complained about your size and how they weren’t able to manhandle you as they would have done with a smaller woman. You knew this was rooted in their deepest insecurities and how being perceived as smaller than their partner affected their self-esteem... But what about yours?

The truth was that Mando’s gesture (or lack of it) hadn’t been so hurtful, but the stream of memories it triggered, and now you found yourself sobbing under his sheets. When you felt the familiar blow of entering hyperspace, you only hoped that he remained in the cockpit and let you hide for the rest of the trip. But he didn’t.

First, you heard the familiar footsteps coming down from the ladder. He cleared his throat and then knocked softly at the bunk's door. Your blood froze.

“Hey I'm…I'm sorry.” You could clearly hear these weren't words he said often or lightly. A knot formed in your stomach but the tears stopped.

“It 's okay.” You responded with a raspy voice from the crying.

“No, I shouldn't have doubted your route. You're the professional.”

You couldn't decide between bursting into laughter or crying again. He was clueless, wasn't he? Maybe you could just roll with that and hide your true feelings. It was a good opportunity and it’ll save you from an uncomfortable moment. But you weren't the kind of person to do that.

“Mando, do you really think I'm mad because of that?” A pensive hum was his only response.

The bunk's door opened and a very confused warrior appeared right in front of you. Your eyes were red but your smile was bright. You felt your heart hammering inside your chest. He looked so helpless, all his self-assurance gone because of your tears. You sighed, gathering the courage to speak.

“In the cockpit, there was a moment when you were very close to me...” Mando immediately stiffened.

“I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable because of that. I thought…” His voice was strained through the modulator. You shook your head.

“I'm the one who misunderstood the situation, Mando.” You stared at him but it was clear his metal head wasn't computing. “ You were almost all over me. I thought something was going to happen. Between us.” You had to clarify.

The gears inside the helmet started turning and finally, you could see those broad shoulders relax a bit.

“You expected…you wanted something to happen between us?” He asked using your own words. You bit your lip unsure, but you were already too far gone to stop this.

“Yes Mando, I really like you and what happened in the cockpit made me feel rejected. That's why I was mad.” This time you tried to explain yourself clearly as you didn't want more misunderstandings, even though your skin felt like molten lava. Mando remained silent for a while, shifting his weight and finally took a step towards the bunk, putting a hand against the frame of the door.

“Why would I reject you?”

“What?” It wasn't possible you had heard that right.

“You've understood me perfectly.” His voice turned darker and commanding. You swallowed at the sudden change of demeanour.

“I don't know. Many have rejected me before. It made sense.” You felt vulnerable and hugged your knees trying to appear smaller unconsciously. Opening up about your fear of rejection wasn't in your plans today. “Where I come from, being overweight is frowned upon.” You added in a small voice, ashamed of your feelings.

“Di’kute!” He grunted the foreign word, audibly angry. To your surprise, he sat next to you inside the cot and grabbed your hand. “You're a gorgeous woman, mesh’la. They were bantha fodder if they couldn't appreciate you.”

It may have been your already sensitive state, but tears came again to you. His faceless stare burnt you, as well as his body heat inside the tiny space. But he continued with the praise without letting go of your hand.

“Where I come from fat is a good signal. It means health, and strength. Extra padding in battle.” You giggled but he was serious. “It's synonymous with peace and not living off ration bars. It means giving birth to healthy younglings.” He added the last point in a raspier voice and you stopped breathing thinking about the meaning behind those words.

“Mando…”

“Come here mesh’la.” You didn't recognise the last word but obeyed and the next moment you were in his lap. “Can I touch you?” His voice sounded kinder this time, less commanding. Your heart was going to explode.

“Please.”

And then his hands were all over you. Tracing the outline of your curves, grabbing the supple flesh of your tights, grazing over your generous bust. The touch was so intoxicating, passionate but slow, as if he wanted desperately to memorize your shape.

“Your body is precious, I'll put a hole between the eyes of whoever made you feel the opposite.” You had never felt aroused by violence, but Mando's voice whispering that in your ear made things to you. It felt so hot inside the bunk by then you felt the necessity to get rid of your clothing. Nevertheless, in spite of Mando's praise, you doubted when you grabbed the hem of your tunic. He sensed your hesitancy. “Are you gonna show me that beautiful armour padding?”

You giggled, amused by how playful he became in bed, and finally removed the piece of clothing. His sharp breath was everything you needed to hear.

“Like what you see Mando?” You teased, discarding the tunic and feeling a bit more confident because of his reaction. While he was a victim of a momentary paralysis, you took your chance to caress his biceps where any armour protected his skin. He was as hard as Beskar there and you thought this warrior could be the first to actually manhandle you. That thought only contributed to the heat growing in your centre dangerously.

“Dank Farrik I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you after this.” His voice sounded pained behind the vocoder while he appreciated your soft body.

“Then don’t.” You coed, and then guided his hands to your breasts that were spilling from your bra dangerously. Mando exhaled loudly as if all the tension he had been holding the last weeks was released. His gloved thumbs found your nipples fast, the stiff material feeling so good against your sensitive peaks. “Don’t be afraid, you can be rougher with them.”

Mando actually moaned at your honeyed words and you couldn’t name a more heavenly sound. He explored your tits with devotion, giving them all the attention in the world until your nipples couldn’t be harder and your breathing more agitated. But then, after some time hovering over his legs, yours started to feel numb from sustaining the position so you had to move a bit to feel your muscles again.

“Sorry, my legs went numb.” You excused yourself, but in a heartbeat, his hands shifted to your plush hips and you got the hint.

“Sit.”

“I’ll crush you.” Looking away, your previous self-confidence cracked a bit after his petition. You were too heavy, he will be uncomfortable and then…

“I carry bounties three times my weight for a living.” With the cocky affirmation, he interrupted your racing thoughts before spiralling. “I’ll be okay.”

You haven’t seen him in action yet, but the image of the Mandalorian manoeuvring a bounty out of pure strength made you shiver, yielding to his command. But you wouldn’t drown without dragging him with you.

“Stars woman!” He grunted when your clothed cunt made contact with his bulge. Not satisfied enough with that, you rolled your hips a couple of times to torture him further. Your plan backfired, as it provoked both of you to moan in unison.

“You wanted me…to sit.” You sassed between laboured breaths. Mando growled in response, but his hands travelled to your behind until they were grabbing a handful of your round ass.

“Do you know where else I’d want you to sit?” His voice was raspier than ever, the desire on it crystal clear to you. He really wanted you.

“Mando!” This playful side of him was unexpected but you were loving every moment of it. He took advantage of his leverage to move you impossibly closer to him, making you squirm when your sensitive nipples touched the colder beskar of his cuirass. Your hands snaked around his thick neck and you found yourself completely squished against your huge warrior. His erection felt so hot and hard between your legs that your cunt only grew wetter and wetter, making you wonder if he could notice. Then he started to move and soon you were moaning in the crook of his neck, grinding like a loth-cat in heat.

“Please mesh’la, let me make you feel as good as you deserve.” All the cockiness of his tone was done when he asked you with the most laboured breathing. His hands started caressing your spine and back rolls and you were a puddle in his strong arms.

“Let me…let me get up to remove my pants.” He indeed let you, but his hands didn´t, and while you stood to remove the last of your clothes, he continued exploring your body completely mesmerized. “Mando, I can’t undress if you don’t put your hands away!” You giggled standing on the threshold of the bunk waiting for him to realize. His helmet turned up to look at you then as if he was weighing his possibilities.

“Allow me to undress you, please.” The tone of his plead made you shiver and your cunt walls spasm. Your noded suddenly shy and the next moment he was on his knees unfastening your boots. Maker, what a sight.

When he finished with your footwear, he removed your shocks and started caressing your ankles, going up your calves painfully slowly until he finally reached the waistband of your pants. By then, you were shivering out of pure anticipation. But he still took the time to discard first your pants leaving you in your soaked underwear. He stopped and removed his hands for you to your surprise. Maybe he was having second thoughts? Maybe he didn’t like what he saw?

Your thoughts didn’t spiral for long, as Mando started removing his gloves still kneeling at your feet. Your eyes went wide: it was the first time you saw any of his skin. Gloves finally apart, you could appreciate it was a beautiful hue of gold before his thumbs were hooked in your panties. Without seeing his expression, you could feel the reverence in every touch Of his. It was like you were something holy and he was praying at your shrine. Then it hit you: this wasn’t just a fuck for both of you. This will change things.

“You’re drenched mesh’la.” The last piece of clothing was finally removed and his curious hands didn’t take long to open the folds of your glistening cunt. You looked away a bit embarrassed but he assured you. “You’re so beautiful and soft I can't help myself but...”

Then he did the most surprising thing. With his fingers covered with your slick, he went to the inferior part of his helmet and made disappear. He yas kriffing tasting you.

“Dank Farrik and you taste heavenly too.” Things became fast in a moment. He suddenly stood up in all his imposing height, totally covered in contrast with your nakedness, grabbed your but and in a heartbeat was lifting you from the floor. You squirmed in surprise, your legs rapidly snaking around his tapered waist, feeling all the whole glory of his erection against your pussy. He then turned in his heels and laid you in his bed delicately. But you weren’t playing tame anymore.

“Mando, I need you please.” Your plea was accompanied by a roll of your hips against the bulge on his pants, and you moaned at the sensation of the harsh fabric against the sensitive skin there. Mando grunted at the contact and obeyed you, removing his crossbody ammo belt. You continued the grinding while he battled with the straps of his hip belt, pleasuring yourself against his hard cock, until the leather piece full of pouches hit the ground with a loud thud.

Finally, his hot hands were all over you again and he leaned over your body. But then, he froze in place. You looked at him quizzically when you heard something metallic rolling on the floor. Maybe something important? Maker, you knew he kept bombs on the belt…

“Wait,” he said, leaving you naked in the bunk where you experienced the worst ten seconds of your life thinking you were going to be blown away before having sex with the Mandalorian. But his absence was brief, and he returned with a spherical object between his golden fingers. Something you didn’t recognize at all.

“Is it a bomb?” You asked clueless. He chucked but there was something off about it.

“It’s from a lever in the cockpit.” You sighed in relief knowing your life or his weren’t in danger. Noticing how he wouldn’t stop looking at the metal ball, you knew he wasn’t okay. Finding your tuning between the mess of sheets and blankets, you put it on and sat on the edge of the cot. You didn’t feel annoyed because the intimate moment was interrupted: it was clear something was disturbing him.

“Hey, Mando, look at me.” You asked, holding his bare wrists most delicately. He flinched at the contact and you noticed his pulse was derailed. Then he looked at you like he had just noticed you were there and started apologising.

“I’m so sorry I…” It looked like he didn’t even know how to start explaining himself. You’ll say he sounded even embarrassed.

“It’s okay, I’m not upset. We don’t have to continue if you don’t feel like it.” His shoulders slumped and his gaze fixated again on the ball. And then you noticed, by the light shivering of his torso. He was crying. Your heart broke in a thousand pieces. “Come here, baby.” You cooed, opening your arms to the Mandalorian, hoping you could offer some relief to whatever he was experiencing.

To your surprise, he fell to his knees again and then sank his helmet into your lap. His shoulders were convulsing more visibly now and your chest hurt for him. You started caressing the back of his neck, hoping it felt soothing for him, and remained like that for a while.

“I’ve got you baby.”

You didn’t know how much time it passed with Mando sobbing against your tunic and you doing your best to make him feel better, but after a while, it looked like he was calmer.

“I already lost him once.” His voice was coarse from crying, and even though the lack of context you knew immediately he was referring to Grogu.

“We’ll find him and take him home, Mando.” You responded softly, feeling something warm spread inside you and not stopping for a second your caresses.

“Din.” He finally unburied his head from your lap and looked at you. “My name is Din Djarin.”

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unholysanctuary · 2 years ago

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hiii im empyrean! (she/it/hy femme lesbian) this is my guild wars 2 sideblog :)

i originally played the game in 2013-ish when i was a little baby and picked it up again in 2021 (on a new account sadly </3)! i havent been playing consistently over the last 2 years but im fixated on it again atm so i figured itd be nice to have a little place dedicated to it :)

ive played through the basegame story and lw1 and ive started hot (although i wont be continuing until i can play lw2), however im aware of a few major spoilers already so im safe in that regard. spoilers will be tagged as lw1 spoilers, hot spoilers, etc.

OCs:

melantha greaves (she/it lesbian): melly is my commander! (human necromancer/harbinger: street rat/unknown parents/melandru) im still ironing out her backstory but she has a strong dislike of authority and only accepted her role as commander to ensure the safety of those she holds dear. she learned early in her life that the best way to protect yourself is to appear bigger than you are so she tends to default to intimidation to get her way (ferocity win!) through her love of melandru shes come to accept the link between life and death and always makes sure to appreciate the little things in her day-to-day. she has a deep love for nature and animals as well :) stick her in a big field and she'll calm right down <3

thje insane part is that i ship her with scarlet and ive been concocting a scarlet lives au (except its my canon) to make this happen..smiles. its still a pretty big wip considering ive barely started hot but i love her too much to simply let her go. my city now (idk if scarlet discourse is a thing but if it is i dont care im sorry.....i am sympathetic towards what she went through and dont believe she deserved to die. im also just here to have a good time and i like her soooooooo much. i am realistic abt how scarlet surviving would go though). their ship name is scarlantha and i might tag things as them sometimes idk. hi

wip :)i have more guys but ive been focusing on melantha so they dont have much info rn </3 also not oc related but i love rox and marjory a lot as well im just insane abt scarlet thank you

#pinned #wip as hell hopefully ill remember to update it when needed .#ill think of a talk tag later

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rv2xlga · 6 months ago

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its that time of the night again.

its 4 am, the eepiness is calling me but the voices are louder so ive come on here to rant abt shuake instead of doing smth productive like drawing❤️ i waste away ranting abt shuake on tumblr to drown out my sadness and overwhelming nostalgia at random times of the day, how wonderful!

i did one of those song association annotation thingies to capable of love by pinkpantheress (she’s so queen may i add) and it got me thinking so much about shuake and just as of late ive been thinking of them bc schl is ending so i finally have time to replay and play the games like p3 or tactica and q1/2 and be able to focus my time on them and also bc im seeing a psychiatrist very soon from now! which makes me think abt shuake a lot bc they are like. HUGE projection dolls for me and i think on that.. quite often especially akechi since he’s the main one for me, the one more personal to me. i think abt his bpd and mentally unwell brain quite often (lol) and i think the way their love is is just very fascinating to me.

i guess its nice or interesting i guess, to see the way i feel and view love be shown in a character so out of the blue. the way akechi’s love is for akira can be viewed this way and again, i think it’s all very interesting. i love shuake so much for this reason and what i wanted to talk about mostly today is how much they truly mean to each other. This is one thing i hate ppl in fandom spaces for bc they always manage to find SOMEWAY to ruin any nuances anything COULDVE had (ik atlus did not try past queerbaiting lmfao) and i hate how to anyone else not apart of these spaces but aware of them just sees anyone talking abt a ship and specifically any popular gay ship and is so quick to assume like wait i actually care lol 😭 and i bring this up bc i really love to view their characters like akira and akechi’s characters individually through the shuake lenses and perspective. tbh i dont really care for persona outside of them and obviously a few other things of course but shuake is the real reason why im even fixated on that game still in the first place so of course, naturally i will focus on this.

i love to think on how akechi subconsciously views akira in his head. i like to interpret akechi as just a nerd girlboy who has a little crush and all the fun cutesy things abt being a teen or whatever 😆 i think that’s all so cute and fun for him and i believe its so him and i love to view him as the teen he is, the child inside of him that’s ridiculous and goes off for hours ranting about his favorite things repeating himself over and over until he tires himself out or the lovey dovey part of him that thinks about akira in random parts of his day and cant stop giggling and smiling at a simple text yk like all the cutie things ☹️ it doesn’t remove nuance and it doesn’t remove character bc thats how teens act, obviously not as stereotypical as i described but that’s how ridiculous we are sometimes! and i love to think on how he views all these big horrible issues in a simple lenses.

doing the song associations with so many taylor songs and then a pink one really reminded me of this bc of the fact that taylor’s (OLD) lyrics are just so serious and more “mature” and i mostly mean folklore and evermore bc im talking abt cardigan specifically rn (that song is just so akechi im sorry) to now doing capable of love bc pink’s lyrics are simple! not bad just obviously more simple so i get to really view akechi in these lenses. I get to have that minute of writer relief even if he isnt my character but yk wtv ig😞 anywhoanywho, again, i love to view akechi in a simple lenses as the simple teen girl he is, its fun and why particularly? bc i personally feel it adds so much more depth to their dynamic. akechi has. ALL these problems going on, akira does too but they still make time for each other and ik i dont focus on akira much (im so fake lmao) but he plays into this just as much! although the council of the world has decided for him he must save it not them, he still makes friends with the enemy and enjoys their time together as if none of that wouldve mattered. he still loves unconditionally like if nobody was going to take that all away from him someday and i think thats so beautiful.

akechi still loves akira so much as if they really were together and akira loves him just the same. akechi is going through all these problems mentally and on the outside but still that child part of that craved love and connection/affection seeps through and overtakes him and his emotions, allowing his crow persona to like be free ig? and of course, that was not the only reason i like to think that it couldve been a part, even a teensy part bc again, they are just kids in love lmfao (so cringe) and yes, it is going to be cringe and a bit ridiculous BUT ITS SO SERIOUS YALL DONT UNDERSTAND

the way im not even done unpacking 25 PERCENT OF THEM YET there’s just so much depth that can be added to their connection, i love them they are so cringe-friendly i hate atlus but god bless shuake frfr 🙏🙏 but i just wanted to highlight this a bit bc i felt like i didnt enough in the insta story and tbh still but yk, to get some of it off my chest. i love gay people i can project on always a great flavor im off to my cave of inner thoughts now hopefully i knock tf out ❤️

#rants

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himbos-hotline · 3 years ago

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Sending follow-ups from my hyper fixation question!

What first got you into wrestling?

What about wrestling scratches that itch in your brain?

What's the fic you're working on?

Who are your favorite wrestlers and why?

What's that one thought/idea (or several) that you keep repeating in your head that other people just HAVE to know about?

Hope you're having a good day! :)

hyperfixation questions go brrrrr yes talk to me about the punchy wrestle mens!!!

What first got you into wrestling?

-> my greatgrandpa when I was four started to show me wrestling, turning over my great uncles shows so we could watch together. He’d show me ECW and other more graphic things which intrested me and than wrestling from the 90s and from there I looked into WWE [this was like 2005/2006] and since than ive watched an entire bunch of different promotions and gone to see local wrestling. The last time my nan and I went though was long before the pandemic. BUT it is coming back and we are gonna go see it again and again!!! and I am so existed about it cuz its so magical to see live. ALSO if I get tickets and save up, WWE is coming to the UK soon and I have always wanted to see WWE live since I was a little boy.

What about wrestling scratches that itch in your brain?

-> I am not sure what exactly itches my brain right. But I think its the humanity that makes me feel so warm and giggly. Like seeing people who in any other circle wouldnt have met are sitting and cheering next to each other and making sounds. People make friends and maybe lovers from the crowds. Children see themselves reflected in the wrestlers and its nice to see how their eyes light up. Also the bright lights and theme songs get me. theres been some stories that bring me so much joy. the storytelling for SOME things is okay. Also pretty women and men who could step on me and gladly i would say thank you.

What's the fic you're working on?

-> Okay so there is a few that im currently working on

1. a sequeal to Fairytails don’t exist where maybe maddie and finn pull their heads outta their asses and start fuckin pining because jesus christ its gonna be annoying to everyone else. Also I hurt sami too much in this fic but the madelyn and sami friendship brings me such joy!

2. a small currently four chapter fic set in 2016 NXT which started out as me focusing on how maddie would have delt with her two best friends fighting but its now expanded into whats gonna end up being a zowens fic. its not named yet but yknow. im tying.

3. cafe’s are made for cliche’s [a place to fall in love] a coffeeshop au set in a little seaside town that im yet to name. maddie and finn are gonna be the main ship and i cannot wait to write it more than whats a little plan.

ive been planning it alongside @stay-safe-pixieboots and @dickardgansey on discord, so yknow. HUGE shoutout to them because holy shit id be stuck rn with it

4. hold on [one more time with feeling] is my roommate au cuz ive started to focus more on maddie when she was a teenager. plus thats also gonna end up as zowens.

if yall want me to write any wrestling ship things, i have a buncha prompts somewhere on my blog under the tag: mouses writing prompts or if you wanna use prompts that ive made up its: prince produces prompts

Who are your favorite wrestlers and why?

I have too many to count, maybe one day soon I will make a list of my top ten wrestlers.

What's that one thought/idea (or several) that you keep repeating in your head that other people just HAVE to know about?

rn, I am no think head empty.

send me asks so I can feel things again

#mouse has pals #anons start using emojis challenge

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magniloquent-raven · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

i was tagged by @cherry-toxic and @gideongrace ty both 💕🥰💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

which is a relatively small number but sometimes im still like, holy shit i finished 15 whole fics lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

68,299 (time to post a 701 word fic and then never post again i guess)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

well this is about to get mildly embarrassing lmfao. ive only got harry potter & stranger things fics on my ao3 and tumblr but if you want a full list, as a teenager i posted a shitty borderlands self-insert fic on quizilla, and hiccup/jack frost fic on ff.net.

and if u count fics that never got finished or published anywhere i dabbled in teen wolf, supernatural, dragon age, star wars, left 4 dead 2, skyrim, good omens, the mcu, buffy, wynonna earp, plus like, general disney/dreamworks crossover fic. and i started writing shameless fics recently, we'll see if i actually finish any. aaaand...i think that's it?

so...15?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Wait for you, Burn for You

2. Find Our Way

3. Something to Hold

4. Room for One More Troubled Soul

5. Don't Know What I'm Gonna Do (About This Feeling Inside)

all harringrove fics except #4, which is probably only on the list because it's been on ao3 the longest lol

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

oh god, i used to. i did when i was starting out, but then i just. i get self-conscious about what to actually say & leave shit to sit for too long. and suddenly ive got like 100 comments i havent replied to and i want to respond to them so bad but ive left them so long i feel weird about it now and it's a problem 😥

i want to start responding to them again, and every time i get a new one i tell myself im gonna but i never do cuz im fuckin awkward lmao

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i......don't really do angsty endings. like, most of my fics end with smooches and/or love confessions lmao, i don't like leaving things off sad, even if it starts depressing as hell.

maybe this one? it still ends soft but without resolving the thing billy was angsting about, so.

Do you write crossovers? If so what's the craziest one you've ever written?

hahahhha.............i don't really do them anymore, but i already said i was into the whole animation movie crossover thing, so. yeah, i did lol. it was when i was in high school so of course i did one that was like, every disney character ever and they're going to school together. which really isn't that crazy a concept, but it was a lot of movies to write in so maybe that counts

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nahh, not rly. i don't get around enough to attract anti attention lol, tho i did get one of those "👎" comments when someone was going around doing that, which lbr, is so low effort it barely counts 😂

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yea sometimes. i do get the occasional horny idea lmao. mostly "what if touch-starved character + tenderness" or someone having lots of feelings while they're fucking. someone is usually billy lbr. i've also got a couple "what if someone got tied up and treated right" ideas but i don't think i've actually published any of those lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i have not

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yea, kinda! a collab with a friend of mine for fun

What's your all time favourite ship?

i...don't know? i get emotionally invested in characters more than the relationships themselves lol. i don't even know what ship i've been invested in for a long time, most of the shit i shipped as a kid i don't give a fuck about anymore lol.

except fuffy, actually. i've always shipped buffy/faith

and if we wanna go with fandom i've actively stuck with the longest it'd be harringrove. cuz ive been here and writing shit for yall for over a year now when i usually would've cycled thru a couple fixations by now lol

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

that's a mean question lmao how dare you. i honestly don't know, i have a lot of wips and i want to finish all of them. i know i won't but there isn't one specifically that seems less likely than the others so idk

What are your writing strengths?

uhhhhh.....i mean i've been told that my characterization is good? like, ppl being able to picture the actual characters when they're reading n stuff, so that's nice. and i could write introspection forever, u don't even know man, i get in the zone. i love getting in a character's head and picking apart their emotional state

What are your writing weaknesses?

writing dialogue really trips me up because i get picky about word choice lmao. i can be writing uninterrupted for twenty minutes cuz it's all a character's inner monologue but the second they gotta speak out loud im sittin there like ok what words sound natural and how much would they be willing to say etc. etc. suddenly it's an hour later and i've written three lines of dialogue. plus i tend to edit as i go so i'm always stopping and going back and rewriting stuff instead of just finishing the damn story

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

no thoughts head empty

lmao for real tho idk? i mean there's that one trope, when someone says nice stuff in a language the other person doesn't speak because they're pining and not sure if they're allowed to say it outright, that shit's cute. im sure all the google translated dialogue has been annoyin as shit for native speakers lmfao but yeah

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

probably harry potter but i literally have no idea. i started writing fic in my early teens and that time of my life is a big fuckin blur lmao

What's your favourite fic you've written?

ngl i think my fav fic is one of the multi-chapter wips i haven't published lmao

BUT. if i gotta pick something yall have read, this one. just a lil guy. plant dad billy and domesticity. it's cute and i like it. maybe also this fic that i wrote for valentine's day. i wrote basically the whole thing in one day and i was really proud of myself lmao, and i just really like headcanoning backstory for billy & that fic is rly just about him growing up, so

tagging @rvspberryjvm @wingedbears @paperbodiesamongthestars @platypan

if yall wanna! 💕

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pseudoneiriic · 5 years ago

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

can be used for rp & non-rp blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen !

1. FIRST NAME: pan (no you are not getting the full version of my first name)

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: to no one’s great surprise, i love writing and get depressed when i dont write something every day

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: them: physical things me: having a contagious laugh, being cuddly, being talkative and passionate

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: curry chicken, highkey. also penne bolognese

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: tomatoes. no one should ever eat raw tomatoes. i also really hate pickles, and... honestly i hate a lot of food i am extremely picky

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: i, uhhh.... tend not to keep secrets, like even if i feel guilty about liking something i can and will infodump about it and generally be really open about liking it. i guess, uh... oh god, i used to read this french comic series when i was a teenager, and that was HIGHKEY my guilty pleasure at that age. i just found it in my local bookshop and i was like.... . . . swea t s . . ... .. . . ive never read this in my l i fe

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: nightgowns! i have the same one in three different colours and i just swap them out.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: serious relationships...

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: iiiii uh... tend not to think on these questions too much. like, i try not to look back at the past and think, man, i should have changed that. it’s just not conducive to my lifestyle. i try not to stay fixated on things i can’t change. so, you know, maybe i’d go back in time and destroy my abuser before he could hurt me, but i dont know what kind of person i’d be now if that never happened.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: yyyyes? probably, honestly.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: meet the robinsons meet the robinsons m

12. FAVORITE BOOK: i don’t really have a favourite book tbh? a series of unfortunate events has been a longtime fave, as well as enid blyton’s mysteries series. i also really loved the wish list by eoin colfer. sobs can you tell i read extensively as a child and then never picked up a book again. ok real talk though i DID read the long walk and i do love it. thank you lizzie for the food

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: GOAT!!!! A GOAT!!!!!!!!

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: in no particular order: hinata / natsumi, seven / zen, franziska / maya, ray / pete, kouta / ryou (im sorry charlight and akiteru i did you dirty.......)

15. PIE OR CAKE: cake!!

16. FAVORITE SCENT: uhhh... paper, or vanilla

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: lizzie

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: ummm... probably marseilles, and obviously paris too i just particularly want to visit marseilles

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: me, shaking: a-ambivert

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: yes.... i pretend like i dont but i do

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: iphone!

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: i play every video game (im kidding i just...... animal crossing soon.......)

23. DREAM JOB: any job where i get to work with kids one-on-one or in small groups, and im able to help them learn healthy coping strategies

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: thinking about the real estate market where i live. i’d buy a condo and hope no one else can pay more than me

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: im shaking. i hate hagakure. i dont even really have a good reason for it he is just mean and rude to all my faves

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: do i ever truly leave fandoms? well, i left animal crossing community, so i guess there’s that.

Tagged by: @idollatry 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tagging: lizzie tagged like All of my friends so @godmotif @androphobias and im too tired to tag anyone else pls steal it from me if you wanna do it!!

#✎ . . ooc (out of charles).

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tealeaves-rp · 7 years ago

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Welcome to Tea Leaves RP, INGRID, please grab a pot and pour a cup for yourself and WILLIAM MULCIBER!

We are excited to see your take on Ol’ Mulci with his ego, masculinity, and flower laden tea. Please link us to a blog within 24 hours.

II. CHARACTER STATS:

NAME: William Caius Mulciber “Ol’ Mulci” to close friends and acquaintances, a nickname he despises; “Will” to his parents, “Willy” to Mary behind closed doors —- NOTE: I am willing to change the nicknames if the players for Charlie and Mary differ in preference!

BIRTHDATE/AGE: January 2; 24

GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: he/him and cis male

WAND: After his father’s death, it only made sense for him to get a wand; there was nothing stopping him, after all, besides his mother’s anxiety, and that was easy to overstep. Stepping into the storefront of Ollivander, it frustrated him that it took him several tries to get a custom made wand — at long last, he received a telegram from him: “It’s ready.” Arriving impatiently at Ollivander’s, he listened to the man’s long lecture about proper wandcraft before at last collecting his eleven-inch, ash wand with a core of unicorn hair.

III. DESIRED CHANGES (if none, leave blank):

CHARACTER CHANGES: William didn’t murder his father, exactly; but when the elder Mulciber fell ill, he may have used low quality water for his tea and swapped the hearty green tea for a far cheaper brew. Mary knows this and it is a matter of trust between them — there are not many people William trusts so implicitly, but Mary is one of them.

FC CHANGES: no change, I adore Godfrey Gao!

ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS: n/a

IV. CHARACTERIZATION DETAILS:

SOCIAL POSITION: The Mulcibers’ place was very established towards the top, although they know they are not quite at the aerie in which the Blacks resided, which is why a marriage was essential to propel their heir to that place. The Mulcibers dealt in tea and other commodities, it was only that they gained an entrance into the Tibicena Line that they were able to begin trading in magical curios as well. William has reasserted the family as a sort of grounded sort, at least behind the scenes, by consorting with the lower classes on some level for the collection of favors and such.

EDUCATION: Early on, William was sent to a boarding school for those of his standing; in that raucous schoolboy epoch, he learned much of the ebb and flow of power, and how to control others. On a more practical level, he learned everything a young man was expected to learn — English, arithmetic, geography, Latin. He tried his hand at a variety of instruments but excelled in none (to the disappointment of his mother), but in horsemanship he was on the level of a deity. He enjoyed moving another being to his will, breaking it, and was quite adept at it if the words of his superiors meant anything. During the holidays, he would stay at his family’s manor, and his days would be consumed with Mary, his effusive maid, his wixen maid. They became quite close, a sort of escape from his other duties — William learned a number of small tricks, like unlocking doors and basic Transfiguration. She was quite adept at stroking his ego and making him feel important, something he always hungered for subconsciously.

DAILY GRIND: William wakes up early, kisses his wife on the cheek, and makes his way to the dock. After being debriefed for the day by his assistant, he exchanged words with Macnair, and hangs about in his office for some hours before returning home. Everyone knows that while William is through Andromeda a large stakeholder of the Tibicena Line, he is able to delegate most of his responsibilities to lesser (less ostensibly wealthy) souls. In the evenings, he often prepares for various social gatherings, such as balls, dances, dinners and the like, many of which are tributaries from which stem great offers for business. Every once in a while he shows his close associates some tricks — small, albeit wondrous yet tricks — that may help in garnering a deal. His nights are often spent with Mary, his wife blissfully asleep at the other end of the house.

THE TEA: Rose milk tea: This non traditional tea was first made for him by his mother. Crafted with milk, rosewater, Earl Grey, and topped with a smattering of rose petals, he tended to hide his enjoyment of this tea from his close friends as it was seen as “too feminine”. Sometimes, he still has it and it brings to mind a healthy hearth and his mother, soft and weak, a ghost of a woman, her entire being present in that concoction — it has dubious magical properties, but it instilled in the drinker a sort of atavic epiphany. Earl Grey with Lemongrass: This is more or less William’s signature blend; strong and resolute possessing once again dubious magical properties, he has it every morning with breakfast. Some may criticize it as a “dull” tea, but in its harsh simplicity William finds grace and beauty. The drinker can often expect alertness afterwards, although William swears it increases potency.

GOALS: — GOAL ONE: POWER & CONTROL. Although not as Machiavellian as he likes think himself to be, for most if not all of his life William has been fixated on the collection and allocation of power. A significant step was his marrying Andromeda, and that has increased his confidence and ego as well. Erstwhile the disappointment — his father was especially harsh, and his possessing magical abilities had to be kept very hush-hush, he has rose above what his father thought of him to become a patriarch of sorts. Whether it be concerning his wife — as lovely a distraction as Mary is, there is something about Andromeda’s pattern of life that bothers him — or the Tibicena Line, if he is lacking in any area he is most likely to increase his efforts tenfold to remedy it.

— GOAL TWO: OMNISCIENCE & OMNIPOTENCE. At heart an intensely traditional and conservative individual, it bothers him that he is not yet an expert where it concerns magic and magical artifacts. Hence his materialism, his need for more — more teachings from Mary, more collection of magical curio, more ability to direct the shipping (the who, what, and where of it) and while not lacking the wherewithal to take things in his own hands, William rather lacks the confidence. He rather thinks it only natural that a company headed in part by matriarchs is so bereft with trouble with every corner, and is hoping to charm his wife and his sister-in-laws into increasing his status.

— GOAL THREE: LIBERTY, DEAD. While a wix, Mulciber is very much against the Wixen Rights Movement, for it rather serves his purposes to have the wixen be a downtrodden people. He often feigns support for such zealots as Narcissa, but widespread rights for wixen at all levels of society — why, he shudders at the very thought.

V. CHARACTER INTRODUCTION:

“Put your arm around mine.” William said, delivered more as a command than anything else, directed at his betrothed, Andromeda. She yielded, her hand a stark white against his navy suit. A sharp exhale on her side, his quick, brusque — “Shall we enter, then?” A curt nod from his betrothed, and the door was opened.

Before them was the drawing room of the Black manor, a sampling of the vast plate that was the Black clan. William could recite all of their names by now — Druella, Walburga, Bellatrix, Narcissa.

“William, is it?” Walburga said sharply. Gazing at her and gauging her to be one of the two Tibicena matriarchs, he smiled graciously, bowing and kissing her hand. “William Mulciber.” He said, delivering the name like a gift.

“Where’s your mother?” Druella said, her lips pursed at him. William smiled at her, as well; seeing the dark look in her eyes, he recognized the tinge of desperation in it. Andromeda wasn’t as glittering as her sisters, but it was an offering he would gladly take.

“She’s ill,” Mulciber said, before kissing her hand as well. It was a half-truth, coated in gossamer; in a way, his mother was always ill, bedridden for one reason or another, so it really took nothing at all for her to feign it a bit more to evade this particular escapade. “She sends her best regards, however. And this —“ Carefully he passed a letter with the Mulciber signet on it. Druella and Walburga took turns hunching over it, deciphering his mother’s hasty scrawl. Nothing of particular note in it, just excuses and niceties, the usual playacting that must take place in these deals. William had promised to support her when he secured the inheritance, so his weak-willed mother had easily bent into being a full-fledged backer of the match.

Walburga flared her nostrils at him, and leaned into Druella, whispering something in her ear. He could imagine what they were saying — they knew of his abilities through the canals of gossip but not much else but that he may be nothing more than an opportunistic cur. Not so terribly distant from the truth, but he had layers upon layers to convince them he was anything but.

But none of that became necessary, as they exchanged a few glances before saying together, simply: “We’ll keep in contact.”

A misleading answer, draped in ambiguity for the sake of it; an hour later when a messenger was sent to the Mulciber estate to notify them that they would meet later to plan the wedding, he smiled, and began to prepare his tea.

VI. MUN BACKGROUND QUESTIONS:

What is your ideal game? I usually tend towards literate HP RPs, and this is the most AU I have ever applied for — usually I’m into canon-heavy Riddle or Marauder era, slight AU but nothing too canon-divergent. This is rather a novel experience for me and I hope I can do this rendition of Marauder-era Mulciber justice!

What is your least favorite element of this game?  Honestly, I wish there was more darkness, more inclusion of a Death Eater-like sect, although contrarily that is part of what I like about this RP in all its unorthodoxy.

I chose this character because…  I picked up a Mulciber over at Morsmordre RP, a marauders RP, my first time doing so, and I have thus far enjoyed it immensely. Playing a male character with such a large ego and too much power who is so easily emasculated — I very much like dissecting such a character over many, many plotlines. I also enjoy the flip regarding Mary — usually painted as Mulciber’s victim, now more or less his puppeteer.

#TeaAccept #william mulciber bio #william mulciber

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