#my lore is LORE if you know what I'm saying 🫠

[allmannerofmalady]

In continuation of my clownery, I started a new DATV playthrough because my beloved Inquisitor looked so jarring I had to remake her and replay like 20 hours of the game. But hey, I made peace with the fact that I am playing DATV to wrap up Inquisition and get an ending scene at this point, I'm not currently foreseeing a second playthrough, so I gotta do it right, y'know?

Spoilers, and me complaining at extreme length, yet again, about my own personal expectations vs reality into the void. Please ignore if DATV negativity is something you prefer to stay away from, protect your peace & what you enjoy.

So I replay HOURS. I'm having fun killing everything as fast as I can - I don't know what it is about playing as a rogue in this game that has tickled my ADHD brain so much, but I'm surprisingly really good at the arrow bonanza and relentless enemy aggro?! This turn based bitch? I digress.

I see my bb Inquisitor Lavellan - she still doesn't look like herself, but I can live with it. She got some ill-advised fillers in Tevinter, she's been through a lot, let her LIVE.

This time around my strategy is pure lore hunting. I'm getting every codex, I'm SQUEEZING this playthrough for whatever lore/easter eggs I can get because idk if I'm going to play again. I got all of Solas' murals early on, got Mythal's essence before Weisshaupt even, I think. BUT WAIT! I have one more treat! The locked room in the Lighthouse! Solas' study! There must be something juicy for all the effort, right? RIGHT? :'D

I know it's been beaten to death, but PERSONALLY, the game still feels incredibly flat to me, jarringly so. If I'm in the Dreadwolf's home, I want to snoop. I want Rook to look through his library, his books, his garbage bin. I even remember the devs saying they wanted being in the Lighthouse to feel an old friends house, or something? I could be wrong, my brain is fried. It's not just a Solas thing - I'm playing this game because I'm desperate for info about the characters I love, but as Rook, we are IN Solas' HQ and I want to rip open the floorboards. I'm trying to RP as much as I can RP in this G.

Anyway, I was so thirsty for something more, something deeper than just these lovely environments I cant do much with, and notes on how Solas hoards raisins - so I collected the wisps and did all the things to unlock the second door in the Lighthouse, forever booboo the fool, thinking I would get an easter egg or something. Trying to stay positive.

No. NO. I got some gear, another empty room Rook has no comments on, and fine, some of Solas' observations on the anchor. It does seem to confirm he kept the Inquisitor’s arm aaaand I love him your honour.

Back to backflipping and shooting arrows in the air, and wanting to grab Emmrich by the beautiful lapels to shake him and ask about the Pentaghast family. Where's my WIFE --

On to the Weisshaupt mission, which was actually ridiculously fun to play - until I was told Weisshaupt is gone haha wow great love that at least the Inquisitor & gang are keeping Southern Thedas safe *subtle foreshadowing* 😃🤞 weeee

I was SO MAD at myself for expecting more like the clown that I am, it was something dumb but just annoyed me all over again and got me all… opinionated 🫠

So, I'm mad again. I cannot begin to articulate my feelings about the incredible amount of storylines and lore we've lost with the decisions made in DATV's writing - they've already been written so eloquently by much greater minds than myself. SO I'm just laughing my way through the pain 🤡

People pleaser that I am, I see other creators I've followed and loved for ages defend the game's choices, tell others they lack media literacy, that your criticisms mean you have rose tinted glasses about the previous games - whatever, your opinion can be valid without tearing others down. So, I genuinely thought something was wrong with me for being so hung up on details. But I can't even engage in fan theories anymore because I'm so jaded at this point. When I see new deep dives into lore-based theories on the game, 99% of the time my mind goes "There is no deeper meaning. They just wanted to wrap it up." Why do you think this thing happened? What do you think that thing is hinting? Nothing. And this is coming from someone who played all the games, owns all the novels, art books, World of Thedas I and II, the bloody Inquisitor lamp from the BioWare store LOL, I was primed and ready to engage in these conversations, but I can't. I have nothing to say that won't end in a cynical answer, and maybe that's because I'm also jaded by working in the game-adjacent VFX industry.

The factions are, yet again, fun but shallow, the logic confusing, and lack much of a backstory for Rook (I think Grey Wardens and Mourn Watchers seem to be the best developed from other reviews and playthroughs, I've only played extensively as a Shadow Dragon, to be fair). Why are you a mage in this one faction? Why are you a rogue in another when it doesn't make sense without a story to support it? It's all this beautiful candy floss that melts away the minute I stop and think about it. And then the cynic in me thinks - these are probably vestiges of the live service part of the game that EA was pushing for. I have to slap myself and stop looking for deeper meaning within corporate decisionsssss there is no swimming pool behind that closed door you needed 7 wisps for 😃

I desperately did not want this to be the case. I was hyped. I preordered the game and organized vacation around it, I'm too old and dealing with way too many crappy personal things to just be a hater for the sake of being a hater. Gaming and Dragon Age are my comfort spaces. But for the LIFE of me, I can't imagine playing DATV again once I finish, let alone more times than I can count like the previous games. Or imagine listening to 4 hours of Youtube videos of party banter to analyze, or even imagine how companions would react to certain things because they feel so stiff. Everything is beautiful, but sterile.

I do love Emmrich - I'm enjoying his storyline and romance, it's like the loveliest most whimsical Vincent Price Pixar romance, but still, something is always missing with the characters even as some do grow on me. I can't imagine anything close to just the party banter ALONE between Solas and Iron Bull. Cole. Fenris and Anders. And to be clear - the whole DA was GRITTY and DARK, DAO supremacy - NOT ME. I love all the games but they have always been whimsical and silly, cringey at times, and did not take themselves seriously. I remember doing the quest where Hawke is running around trying to keep Aveline's date with Donnic from going south, cracking up at how ridiculous it was, and just thinking - gods I LOVE this game.

Speaking of romance, while I'm enjoying how sweet the romance with Emmrich is, when I see others complaining about lack of spice... ahem. I still cannot get over the art style when it comes to characters. This is subjective, and a me problem - I still find it jarring. I don't like the proportions, the bloom, how smooth everyone looks. They still mostly look like cartoons to me, with no body hair and the big heads, and I find everyone's hands so distracting because they look like plasticine. I'm ok with no spice between these characters with their current designs lol let me leave it at that. Ok, except for Felassan and Solas, chef's kiss, no notes.

Solas and story elements directly around him still mostly hold the familiar weight, for the most part. I think credit goes to his amazing VA and the strength of what was likely written for his arc from the very start, before the rewrites and dev hell the game went through. I still have opinions, obviously, but even as a ride or die Solavellan I don't like having the Solavellan angle hijack conversations, so I'm not going to go there. If I'm going to criticize stuff I'll do it as a gamer/DA fan first, egg lover and apologist second.

As I reach the end of Act 2, the game continues to makes me feel like I'm stripped of all agency after a lifetime of playing choice-based games. I talk to companions when it allows me to, then they are relegated to set dressing. My conversation choices all feel the same, or don't match what I'm choosing sometimes. The Lighthouse does not feel like the vibrant hub it was sold as. I am on quests I mostly cannot accept or reject. I cannot interact with my surroundings unless it is gameified (light a candle, move a crystal). The companions abilities are all just - platforming? I know I sound hyperbolic, but it's all I can see currently.

I played Persona 5 from end to end, twice. I played FFXVI. I loved both, had no issues with their linear storytelling, and how the game led you to their end points. Those games are not DA, they did not have the expectations you would have from a BioWare title 10 years in the making. You were not lured in by tales of an incredible character creator, teased about what might be coming from previous games, told this was a sequel to an immersive fantasy RPG series in a beloved fantasy world where the defining studio mechanic was CHOICES MATTER, even when they changed a lot of other things from title to title. In P5/FFXVI you were Clive, you were Joker, you were playing out their story. They were not direct sequels to anything. I'm loathe to be seen as a mindless critic who just wants to shit on things, but a part of me does feel emotionally manipulated for $$$. I still resent how much hype was built for the game by maligning the previous ones (we're fixing Inquisition's mistakes!!).

I'm back to my mission of finishing the game I paid for, enjoy what I can, and get my Solavellan ending scene cause I'm down BAD for literally the only ship I have ever shipped🧍🏻‍♀️I appreciate that it was included. But also - wow does it exacerbate what wasn't included for everyone else's choices.

Something I hate is how everyone immediately jumped on the Baldur's Gate 3 comparisons - BG3 was a life changing game for me, but it's not perfect, and the comparisons are not fair. The one thing I will say is that when I first played BG3, despite its issues and the later criticisms of how Larian reacted to pressure from fans, I remember my earliest impression was - it feels good to be respected as a player. I didn't feel the game was talking down to me, and I got SO much for what I paid for (700 hours baybeee). Jaheira and Minsc were included as companions in homage to the previous games. Yes, they did Viconia dirty, nothing is perfect - but for example, Jaheira would tell you about her husband Khalid from the original games, which came out in 1998 and 2000. There was a lot of world building/easter eggs that not everyone was familiar with or even noticed, because not every player played BG1 and 2, or were familiar with DND 5e - but it was included. Drizzt Do’urden was mentioned ffs, they didn’t overthink about who read those books or not. I’m aware of my biases and I may very well be looking through rose tinted glasses, but I did not feel like the information was presented like I was dumb, or "ah they'll never understand this - SCRAP IT". It just feels like it’s there to honour the past and out of love for the world Larian were playing in.

—> edit to say that I do notice and enjoy the codex entries, callbacks to Tevinter Nights, Masked Empire, the older games. I wish that care and detail was woven into the main story and overall end product and not just background fluff. I know others are satisfied with those additions, wish that were me. I saw a tweet saying that every callback to a previous game or storyline actually pissed them off even more lol, I relate.

I don't feel that respect for the player in DATV, I'm sorry. There is love there, but as hard as I try, it feels like it's there despite of the overall design of the game, not part of it. I keep remembering interviews before the game was released and things that were promised, and I don't see it. At all. No more meaningless fetch quests!! Most companion-focused game! The quests are largely boring or formulaic, but addictive and fun because they are so packed with mindless combat that my brain enjoys. Sometimes it feels like filler - we didn't know what to add here, FIGHT! You unlocked a poignantly named gate in the Crossroads? NO STORY MORE FIGHT! And I'm eating it up, let me not be a hypocrite, I have 80 hours in the game. But personally, it feels designed to pad out this beautiful, sometimes fun, but bitterly shallow game. I can't even go into companion specifics because I have nothing to say, no story I want to analyze. Some have grown on me, but there is no bite or nuance to the writing that compels me and I have no urge to know more. In the previous DA games I would take the long route wherever I went just to get more banter from my companions, and I was instantly interested in them, even if I disliked them. I've seen the comments, I tried, I don't think it's because "I haven't spent enough time" with the DATV companions.

The level design of long narrow corridors, which do remind me of DA2 and FFXVI, has become so predictable to me that I almost always know exactly where I'm going to find loot. So it becomes this admittedly satisfying run of grabbing and fighting to the end point, getting the dopamine hits of collecting pointless stuff, but not really taking in the environments and enjoying the adventure. The level design is not immersive. These do not feel like real cities or real people, and that was intentional. It feels like “levels”, not a World. No one reacts to a single thing you do. Even in the ultra minimalist style of Zelda BOTW, townspeople would react to things you did. Sometimes I walk up to yet another obvious fight arena where the enemies are just chilling, waiting for me while standing still - almost like they're on shift at a haunted house LOL. I can imagine the Venatori stubbing out a cigarette, "C'mon guys, she's here, showtime". The funny part is this has all been seen before in older games, and it never bothered me. My own expectations and overhype might be to blame, but it feels like a big step back when so many games are stepping forward. Me = clown

I keep going back to my first reaction when the disappointment hit me. It feels like being given Persona 5 Strikers or Hyrule Warriors, and told that it's the sequel to the actual RPG. It's fun, it wears the skin of the thing you like that makes you happy, but stops there.

Other things I shake my fist at

Cheap ass The 6th Sense ass Varric death. Yes, yes, Solas villain arc whatever - it was cheap. Way to honour a multi-game beloved character and the player, even if the time had come for him to die in the story.

No, I cannot find a single redeeming reaction from a companion that makes Varric dying make sense in hindsight, except that they are all made of cardboard. I saw comments saying on a second playthrough it's clear Harding is in mourning - sorry, I don't see it.

So. Dorian, the Inquisitor, Charter, Harding, your party, Maevaris, Isabella, list goes on - not a single one of them asks about Varric or mentions his death? Expresses condolences? Nothing? Cheap. Even if Solas was playing with your mind, doesn't it make the overall characters in the game seem even more wooden and unrealistic to the player? It was not the gotcha they seem to think it is.

When the novelty of the cameos and the emotion associated wore off, they were just flat and felt random. Cassandra should have been there, doing Seeker shit (my WIFE). Ok no cameo? Casual dialogue with Emmrich about having a Nevarran in the Inquisition (or as the Divine?!) Lucanis info dumping about Josephine as an Antivan, Zevran as a Crow, nvm, time for a coffee joke. Merrill, eluvian queen, how is she a nonentity? Habibi Fenris should have been in the Shadow Dragons, spitting on the ground after being approached by Solas to join his uprising (lol what uprising amirite). Ok I'm cooking hire me Bioware 🍳 but at least they can remain untainted by the Isabella Treatment (tm)

This leads into the yeeting of the Keep, world states, choices, and hypocrisy around claiming to want to level the playing field for new players. No, all I can see is - it was treated as a buffet that they picked from as it suited. This is the one disappointment I will never let go of. Facsimile's of beloved character cameos were tossed in, you could not really talk to them outside of what limited dialogue you were allowed. Certain world states are now canon apparently - Dorian being recruited in the Inquisition, Morrigan drinking from the Well etc. You want a reboot and you've committed to tossing the choices and burning down Thedas (literally)? Go down with GLORY! Have all the previous main characters/companions alive. Have them all mentioned, even in passing. A portrait on a wall. Say goodbye to them, get your reboot. Honour what you built your business on. But yeah, Emmrich and Harding get to have their picnic in Fereldan fml bye

The argument of: well, the games are old now, it shouldn't matter. Ah - not too old to capitalize on the IP and DA name? Not too old to use some cameos to lure old players? The argument of - it was too many choices to track. Ok cut them down, but don't go scorched earth? 3 choices, mostly irrelevant to those who don't care about Solas (could never be me), and then literally telling you everything else in the South and Weisshaupt is now razed to the ground. But also the illuminati did everything.

FINALLY - the Inquisition should have been in charge of the hunt for Solas, hill I will die on. Fine, have Rook, but Inquisitor should have been the other protagonist. The people... who knew Solas best and betrayed by him... who were in an organization to save the world... Why did we have that cunty dagger stabbed into the map of Tevinter cliffhanger to have the Inquisitor reduced to a pyjama wearing husk BIOWAAAAAAAARE

It's this stuff that builds up, and makes me think - does this game hate its fanbase and source material that much? I very obviously need to go touch some grass 🤠

I keep engaging with Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter - all to my detriment because it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me for not loving it, all over again. I also desperately have a fic in me I would love to write, an ode to the story in my head from years of loving the world of Thedas, a love letter to my Lavellan and others - but idk what to do with the post-DATV world atp. I just want to get through Act 2/3, get my Solavellan smooch, ignore the ~secret Illuminati ending, and be grateful I'm not a Mass Effect fan so I don't have to go through this again 🐣

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

babe wake up- new @thyme-in-a-bubble lore just dropped

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lore?!?? omg you don’t wanna know about my lore, it’s too depressing.

[brokendarkfairyempressforever]

INTRO POST (guys I finally did it)

Assalamualaikum(peace be upon you), hi, hiya, hiiii!

My name is Sabreen(no this is not my real name, please don't ask) I'm a Desi Bangladeshi Muslim who lives in the heck country of the U.S. I love books, cartoons, movies, cats, and other stuff(probably)

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Oh yeah I'm a chaotic arsonist and I'm the leader of the chaotic arson gang

I have a cat named zayne

I have a lot of mental health issues (adhd, anxiety(general and social), bpd, cptsd, depression, DID, and ptsd)(I might be autistic but no one wants to get that checked out sooo yeah) So this blog is very friendly with fellow messed up minds

I've faced racism, colorism, sexism, abuse, homelessness, bad grades, islamophobes, and bullying. I also have a speech impediment

So I'm just trying to say I will never hate you and I will care about you until my last breath. You deserve the world and so much more. If you need/want a safe place, I'm here

So I'm still discovering/rediscovering myself. You're gonna see a lot of random reblogs and posts😅

I'm not always mentally okay and I'm sorry I'm advance.

Anyway yeah

I might update or change some stuff later

Here's some lore about my username

I accept any asks unless they're too invasive or I'm just not comfortable. I don't usually do chains but I appreciate the love.

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Catch ya on the flip side 🌒✨🌘✨❣️🫠✌🏼🐾😺

*update: life really sucks so I won’t be online as much plus there’s this thing called school apparently

[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 3 - Post #12: A Loving Feeling [M]

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 4.6K (of 45K total in Volume 3)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, MINORS DNI +18 *NSFW*

CW: Don't read this in a public place!

A/N: I’m deviating from the show (in as much as the show explains anything about “The Creed” 🫠). If you'd like more context about how I'm developing Mandalorian lore in this fic you can read my post.

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XII. “Put your arms around my neck,” he commands in a low whisper, adding a hurried "Please,” to assuage his gallantry before he draws your knees behind his back and grips your ass in both hands. 

Somehow, he’s able to press more kisses to your lips and cheeks, even the tip of your nose, while carrying you over to the bed. You can feel how much he wants you, the hunger building within him—but behind that desire, you feel something else. Something that felt like trepidation. 

You uncross your ankles and loosen your grip around his neck in a signal to set you back on the ground. In practice, this meant awkwardly sliding down the front of him, with one hand on his shoulder for balance as you try to avoid choking him in the tangle of your limbs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay,” you assure him gently. “More than okay. Amazing. But…you know I can sense your emotions, right?”

“Yes,” he says. “I can feel you there—in the back of my mind.”

“Is that okay?” You ask timidly. Surely, he would have said something before now if it wasn’t. “If it bothers you, I can try harder to shield the connection. Stop it from happening.”

“No, it’s okay.” His hand on your shoulder squeezes reassuringly. “I'm used to it now. It's like being closer to you…just different. I can’t explain it. But no, it doesn’t bother me.” 

“Good," you sigh in relief. "Like I said, I feel amazing. This is exactly what I want to do. But I’m not sure that you do?” 

“I—” he inhales sharply. There’s a long pause before he sighs and brushes the hair from your cheeks, cupping your chin in his palm. “I can say with all honesty, there’s nothing I want more than to be buried between your thighs right now.”

That’s validating! Wait. What isn’t he telling you?

“Ugh,” you moan. “This involves some type of misplaced guilt, doesn’t it?”

His sigh is even deeper this time. “Can I at least escort you to the bed first?” 

The Mandalorian takes this duty to heart. With one hand splayed wide over your lower back and the other holding your elbow, he guides you to the edge of the bed to sit you down. 

“Are you…kneeling?” 

He is. Well, at least his desire to be between your thighs is sincere. 

“I need to tell you some...things before we proceed...further,” he said, taking a deep breath. "So you feel like you’re making an informed decision. About me."

“Okay. May I first say that I’m relieved to have this conversation now instead of after you’re halfway inside me?”

A sharp snort passes his nostrils, and it strikes you as the kind of response that would have been obscured under the helmet. He's so much more expressive than you expected.

“Once I’m inside you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” 

Once I’m inside you. His whole being—everything about his presence—felt hyperreal now that you can hear the emotion in his voice and sense his interiority.   

And right now, he’s a tangle of anxiety, torn between an urgent desire to act and the crushing fear of loss.

“Right...”

You wrap your robe back around you in case staring directly into your tits is just making this more difficult for him.

“Mando, I know you’ve spent the past months coming up with all these reasons why we shouldn’t do this. I promise that I will listen—and hear—everything you have to say. Promise.”

“Right. This is harder than I thought it would be.”

“That's okay," you nod. "Remember, I’m with you because of who you are now. The man you used to be? Isn't here. You are. You’re the one ready to bear your soul in some weird act of contrition to avoid hurting the person you care about.” 

“I—thank you. It’s not where I’m going with this, but thank you for saying that. You have a generous heart,” he leans forward to place another kiss on your forehead. Then his lips brush against yours. And you can't stop yourself.

The kiss is long and deep, until you're sharing one breath.

"Wait. Wait—sorry! You wanted to tell me something."

“Right," he says, regaining his focus. "What I want to avoid is that look on your face when you found out about Xi’an. You were…upset when something you assumed about me turned out not to be true.”  

“Upset?” You burst out laughing. “Ok, now you’re the one being generous. I was humiliated, got drunk, and the night ended in a bar fight.”

“The bar fight was my fault,” he admits. “But I’d like to avoid hurting you again by making sure you’ve got a clearer picture. About me.”

You’re sitting with a puddle of come between your legs, a sour stomach full of dread, and no idea what he’s about to say. 

“I—I feel ridiculous explaining this, but I belong to a Tribe of Mandalorians who follow the ancient Way of Mand’alore. It’s a way of life handed down through centuries by a band of warriors formed by Mandalore the First himself. When I was sworn into the Fighting Core, I took an oath to live this way of life—The Way.”

You reflect that you’d always envisioned ‘The Way’ in capital letters when he said it because it seemed so full of reverence. Ecclesiastical training is hard to shake, it turns out.

“Our identities are subsumed by the armor we wear. Under our helmets, we are no longer individuals but part of the unbroken chain of our ancestors. When I die, another will don my helmet, and a new link in the chain will be forged.”

Part of your brain grudgingly acknowledges that this would be an incredibly fascinating field of study. However, most of your brain is preoccupied by the frustrated throbbing between your legs.  

“As sworn members of the Core, everything we do is for the Tribe. We deny the personal in service to the collective.”

Here, he pauses. Hesitates. 

“And so…we do not take titles. And we do not take mates. Or sire children.” 

Oh! Oh! Oh, this is why he’s wracked with guilt. Oh! Oh no no no no no! Oh, this is such a fraught emotional minefield. 

How do you tell someone that while you don’t not want—?

As if reading your thoughts, he quickly amends, “I’m not saying that you want to bear my children, but—” he sighs. “Foundlings are how we replenish our ranks. Because they have no blood ties, their loyalty and welfare are bound to the entire Tribe.”

Oh! That’s why he didn’t feel as conflicted about his feelings for the Child. Just you. Because he loves you. But he shouldn't. 

“There’s no requirement for celibacy…but I can't offer you...” he sighs, tracing his thumb over your lips. "You deserve everything."

"I didn't ask for everything, Mando. I just asked for this."

You press your lips together in a soft kiss over his knuckle. He leans forward to bury his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "I'm worried this will just make it harder to..."

But he doesn't finish his thought.

“Yeah, I can definitely see why you’re in a bit of a doxastic dilemma here.”  

“A what?” he asks, breaking from his tortured monologue. 

“Sorry! You get like this, spending your childhood with sages.”

Damnit, you need to approach this with the attention he deserves. The throbbing between your legs is gone but not forgotten.

“Doxastic means, um, principles of belief. The tension in logic between how simple principles are when laid out but aren’t actually simple when put into practice. At all. Because life is super complicated.” 

When the Mandalorian doesn’t say anything, you feel compelled to continue. “You’re caught in a dilemma between the letter of the law and the spirit of the law.”

You clutch at a sudden thought.

“Like how I took an oath as a healer to do no harm. Well, ‘harm’ is pretty fucking subjective, right? But the intention of the oath is to remind me about the sanctity of life. To weigh the harm of the interventions I do or do not make. 

It’s up to me to determine the spirit of the law when life gets complicated…which, paradoxically, is why it’s so important to have an oath or a Creed because it keeps you grounded. Tethered to something bigger than yourself.”  

This he seems to understand.

“The letter of the law doesn’t prevent you from having sex with me—just that you can’t take me as your mate. So we aren’t breaking your oath. But that distinction doesn’t change what’s in your heart. And I think you don’t quite know how your feelings for me fit into the spirit of the law.”

“Yes,” the Mandalorian says, sounding profoundly relieved at how well you understand his predicament.

“I think the question of loyalty is what’s bothering you.”

“Yes,” he says, and this time, his relief sounds more poignant, perhaps because of how well you understand him. 

“The question of loyalty is in your heart, Mando. There’s nothing I can say to change that. But I would never make you choose. I can’t promise that I’m always going to react to things in a healthy way…I also have a temper,” you spread your hands out helplessly. “But I don’t believe in ultimatums. I couldn’t do that to you. I don’t have it in me.”

He startles you by resting his head on your thigh. “I know.” 

The throbbing heat stoked to life again, building into a straining ache that just makes it that much harder to say this next part.    

“I’m sure you already feel conflicted about testing the boundaries of your oath by taking off your helmet. Which is why I’ll understand if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” he says. “I don’t think I can,” and he presses his lips to yours. 

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He breathes through his nose, keeping his lips pressed to your mouth in a desperately intimate kiss.

Frantic with need, he clutches at your waist to tug your robe loose.

Not to simply open it, but to pull it over your head. You get caught up in his excitement, tucking your chin and shrugging your arms free of the sleeves so as not to disturb the mask. Damp tendrils cascade over your shoulders as you reach for the knot you tied against his hips.   

It’s hilariously challenging to undo while he bends and twists, trying to remove his boots. You forgot he still had them on!

As his kiss deepens, the Mandalorian puts an arm tight around your waist to bear you down onto the bed. He pushes you backward against the mattress, his other arm supporting your head. Your hands glide up his powerfully muscled back over the scars you’ve seen so many times but never touched. Up and up, until your fingers twine around his neck. 

He must feel every hitch in your breathing with your bodies pressed so closely together.

“Sorry,” he quickly shifts his weight onto his elbows so you can take a full breath. “I’m not used to being on top—or doing this in a bed.”

That makes you laugh. “How do you like it so far?”

The Mandalorian responds by burying his face into your hair and kissing your throat through a tangle of wet curls. “I like your arms clinging to my shoulders." He reaches behind his back to grab your knee, sliding his palm over your thigh and down to grasp your hip. "Your legs wrapped around me.”

The way his thumb digs into the soft crease between your hip and thigh makes your stomach clench, and you feel a damp warmth spreading where his body presses against the swell of your cunt.

“Good,” you gasp. “I hope you like the rest, too.”

“You have to tell me if—I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hmmm, sometimes hurt can feel good. Like this,” you lift your chin to glide your open mouth over his neck—smooth skin and rough stubble—letting your tongue trace a wet line up to his ear. The tip of your tongue makes delicate circles before returning to lick his soft earlobe. You suck it between your lips and bite. 

His gasp of surprise turns into a deep groan, and his cock throbs against your stomach.

It’s thrilling to discover the sensitive parts of his body. He very much enjoyed the attention to his ears. So much so that he has to break away and divert his focus. The heat igniting within him threatens to burn through his self-control, and your tongue, hot and moist, just made him yearn to be inside you.

The Mandalorian shifts his weight from his elbows back onto his knees to rechannel his efforts. His warm mouth finds the hollow of your throat and kisses a path downward between your breasts. He nuzzles underneath one, tracing the curvature with the tip of his nose, kissing and licking. When his lips find the pinched skin of your nipple, he draws it into his mouth. 

You didn’t think he would be so���

Inside his mouth, his tongue made lazy, agonizingly slow circles. Then he sucked in earnest, taking a long pull between his lips. In a shock of passion, you cry out, “Aaangh!”

Your hips surge against his, and you cling to him, holding his head to your chest. Your fingers dig into his neck and shoulder, urging him for more.

He groans in affirmation, all the muscles in his groin tightening. With your breast still in his mouth, nipple on his tongue, his other hand strokes over your ribs, down your waist to the flare of your hips, then back up. He seeks out your other breast, this time cupping you in his palm to lift it to his mouth. When his lips find its peak, his teeth graze over the swollen tip, and you flinch.  

“Tell me if—”

“Yes, yes, you can feel guilty about it later,” you sigh and arch your back to press against his mouth again. His laughter spreads heat over your skin before his tongue slides back over your nipple, lips closing to suck fiercely. Your eyes drift close, lashes fluttering against the mask, and you lose yourself to the sensation. 

His thick shaft is wedged into the apex of your thighs, and you can feel it pulsing with need. The tension inside you coils tighter and tighter, as you push against him. Your back arches in pleasure as you rub yourself against the base of his cock. The fabric of your briefs creates the most amazing friction across your clit, making that sweet coil of tension tighten. Your breath comes in short gasps as your hips move rhythmically. 

Mando pulls back, perhaps to watch since you are definitely about to come. His hand moves up to gently caress your neck right as all the coiling tension releases. You cry out as everything else falls away, and then there’s nothing left but the orgasm that takes you over as the world goes white.

“Oh, fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth as you whimper helplessly into his ear. “Was that—?” he pants, sounding confused but not angry. 

“Y-yeah,” you stammer. “It’s, uh, harder for me to, um, shield my influence…when I’m, you know. I’m sorry…I should have warned you.”

“No,” the Mandalorian says in a dazed sort of voice. “It was…intense, but…good. It was good.”

Between your legs, he’s still hard as a rock so no harm done. 

“Will I feel it every time you…?”

“Maybe,” you smile, suddenly shy.

This seems to give him a notion. Mando’s mouth traces over your collarbone, trailing warm, wet kisses down your stomach. He goes lower. Your breathing becomes shallow as his tongue circles your navel, the tension in your muscles building as he moves even lower, his teeth skimming your hip bone. 

Involuntary, your hips shoot upward, and he tugs your briefs off in one swift motion.

He settles back on his heels and presses another kiss to the inside of your knee, another higher up, and another against the inside of your soft, tender thigh. Your breath spills out in a huff of air, fingers twining into the sheets, hips twisting with sheer anticipation to receive every inch of him. 

“You said you wanted to feel my tongue inside you?” his voice is husky, full of enticement.

“Yes!” you cry out. Wait, what? You hadn’t expected that he would— 

“Only if you’re comfor—”

His thumbs spread you open, and his mouth closes over your cunt to take a long, loving taste.   

Your head presses back into the mattress. Fuck…Goddess grant me fortitude!

What his tongue lacked in precision, he more than made up for with ceaseless enthusiasm. He was not the type of lover to artfully tease or make you beg. No. There’s nothing withholding about the Mandalorian’s mouth. 

If you were capable of forming words, you could offer him encouragement. He’s nonetheless keenly observant of each hitched sigh, each moan of pleasure or gasp of surprise, each spasm of muscle. He quickly learned that what you liked best is the way he drew your clit between his lips, against the tip of his tongue, to suck before releasing it to lick. 

And what you really liked is when he preceded this by running his tongue in a deft line to part the ridged folds of your cunt before dipping inside you. He soon finds a delicious rhythm of licking, sucking, and circling that makes your hips vault off the bed.  

You rock against his mouth, arching to meet each thrust of his tongue—maybe too much? Mando lifts your thigh to place your knee over his shoulder, forcing your weight back onto the bed. But he keeps up the pressure, his tongue exploring every fold, every ridge. 

He stretches out a hand, fingertips gliding over your stomach to stroke your nipple, groaning when your breast fills his palm. Ah, yes, he can better reach your breasts in this position. You should have known—it’s been a whole minute since he’d touched one! 

Laughing softly, you cover his hand with your own to squeeze and knead. 

You don’t know what to do with your other hand. You’ve tried so hard to retain some composure, burying them under the pillows, clenching the sheets. There’s a sense of principle that, this being his first time doing this—and he was doing a remarkable job—that you maintain some control. Restraint.   

Then, he slips two long, slender fingers into your tight, aching center and applies pressure up, from inside. And without really realizing it, both your hands are tangled in his hair, clutching at his scalp, probably painfully.

But he keeps up the pressure, keeps driving inside, building you up and up and up. 

You climb with him, insides humming and twining, every muscle clenching and coiling. And when the release hits, you actually shed tears with the rush of it.

The words spilling from your mouth are no longer within your control—half-remembered prayers from another lifetime. It’s not until your inane babbling tapers off that you hear the squelching sound of him stroking himself, crouched on his knees between your thighs, hand wet with your come. 

“Huh-unngh!” he moans, shuddering in the aftermath of your climax. Which is enough to have the heat rising up inside you again. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage as though trying to break free. 

Though you feel completely weightless, you bend toward him, hand reaching for his neck, lips searching for his mouth. When his lips open, you dip your tongue inside, tasting yourself as you pull him closer, arching into the welcome embrace of his arms.

“So,” he sighs against your throat, trying to catch his breath. “It was good, then?”

You burst out laughing and offer him some lewd praise in Hapan.

“What is this word, chibran? You keep saying it.”   

“Mmm,” you slide a hand between your bodies to grip him in your fist. “I said I’d give anything to have your cock inside me.”

You hear his head tip back to release a guttural moan as he thrusts his hips upward to push further into your hand. You continue to caress him with long strokes from base to tip. Gentle but with a firm grip.

“Haa-aah…anything?” he asks, sounding very pleased with himself. 

“Do you already have a price in mind?” Your thoughts are alight with imagination. What sort of obscene fantasies did he have planned for you?

He pushes you back onto the bed. “I need to be inside you. Now, cyar'ika. So this time, we’ll call it even.”

The Mandalorian braces his hand against the mattress beside your head, fingers twining in your hair. He tries to keep his weight on his knees so that his other hand can carefully guide the head of his cock to enter you.

"I take a contraceptive," he whispers between ragged breaths. "Is it okay to...if I...?"

You arch up to kiss him, catching the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

He can probably guess that you are your own method of birth control, but it's sweet of him to ask. He's taking such good care of you.

At the first nudge of him, your breath hitches in your throat, and he immediately freezes.

“You’re, mmf, so wet...I thought–”

“It’s a good hurt,” you gasp into his ear, instinctively lifting your hips and widening your legs to accommodate him deeper. “You’re just, ha-aah–lot to take.”

You don't need to divulge that it has been a while. Because, despite Nito’s teasing about you doing ‘just fine,' the Mandalorian is absolutely a gigantic cock-block. It’s been months since you got laid, and your fingers can’t really approximate his girth. 

“I’m trying…to be easy,” he says, gritting his teeth. He was panting in long, ragged breaths. You can sense every fiber of his being screaming at him to take you. Now. Roughly. To drive into you with unrestrained abandon.

Instead, he moves with slow and lush, rolling thrusts to ensure you yield to every inch of him. You cling to his massive shoulders, and he leans down to press his lips to your temple and along your jaw.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. He’s so big it burns. But soon, the pleasure eclipses the pain. When your body finally eases and begins to draw him in, you both moan together with relief, and your mouths collide in an eager, messy kiss.

Mando’s cock feels amazing, filling you up completely, blotting out everything else. Sheathed inside you, he pauses to flex against the clenching surge of your muscles. “Aaah!” You cry out at the feel of him, a pressure and tension that both eased and ached.

His hips begin moving steadily, then he draws back and thrusts deeply inside you again. 

“Aaangh!” you wail and wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

It’s more than his self-restraint can bear. He draws his shaft out once more, and this time, as he penetrates, you sense his concentration focused on the wondrous throbbing of your cunt, enfolding him.

“Nnngh!” Mando groans over you, resting his forehead against your cheek, slick with sweat, as he begins to pump more rhythmically. “You feel so good,” he murmurs. “I love feeling you wrapped around my cock.”

Soon, his impulse for closer and more, evolves into harder and faster…and that seemed good. A good idea.

You untwine your legs from around his waist and dig your heels into the bed on either side of his knees. It gives you greater purchase to push back against the surge of his hips so that you can meet each thrust. 

“Yes,” he moans, grabbing your forearm from behind his neck to press your hand down into the mattress, interlacing your fingers. 

Your mind is straining to break, so close to the edge of blissful release that you can’t hold up any kind of shield. It’s the right time, you tell yourself. He’s ready. 

The connection between you rushes open into a shared consciousness. His pleasure was your pleasure, and your pleasure was his, your heartbeats syncopating in an ecstatic cadence. 

“Oh, fuck! Yes,” his hoarse cries send hot breath into your ear. “Yes!” 

You rock harder and faster. Your free hand wildly stroking his back, then grabbing his firm buttocks to urge him on, lost to the feeling building inside you. The tension was reaching its peak. You both feel it gathering and climbing. You chase it, race for it, setting a fearsome pace that Mando seems all too pleased to maintain. 

Then he pulls out. You gasp with the sensation, the sudden absence of pressure and all-consuming need to be filled, every nerve of your body yearning...so that when he thrusts back inside you, the experience of total and utter satisfaction finally breaks you. 

You come with a feral cry on your lips, and the flood of sensation is a wave you ride into oblivion.

It’s the same state you reach for to tap into your healing force—for this certainly is a type of healing, to let the heat of passion burn away the hollow, lonely places in your heart. To be with someone you love, and for a time, not to feel lost or broken. To be happy and contented and exactly where you should be.

You remain in that state for an eternity, or no time at all, until you realize that the keening, breathless sobs are emanating from your mouth.

“Aaangh, aah!” Mando collapses on top of you in exquisite release. This time, he remembers to take his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. He's a fast learner!

“Haa…aah…aah.”

Panting with each lingering spasm, he continues throbbing inside you, his body shuddering in your arms.

********

“I don’t want to move,” he says from somewhere between your breasts. “But I must be getting heavy.”

“I’m more worried you’re going to suffocate.”

“Then I’d die happy.”

He pulls out slowly before laying down beside you, fitting an arm underneath your neck so that your head can rest in the crook of his elbow. The other he wraps around your waist. You lie in companionable silence, waiting for your breathing to steady.

It’s so peaceful, but you feel compelled to say something. Something desperately romantic, so he knows how much it meant to you. How much you care.

Of course, you steer right past romance and land on cleverness. 

“So...it was good, then?” 

The Mandalorian bursts out laughing—deep, booming laughter that rumbles in his chest with such force that it shakes the bed. You turn your head to smile up at him and share in it, even though you can’t see his face.

“Yes,” he whispers, kissing your hair and drawing you even closer, with your back sealed against his chest. You feel him softened but not spent, pressing into your hip, still wet with your release. “Much better than a wall.” 

“Walls can be fun, but there’s never any cuddling after.” 

“I regret what happened, but I’m glad we stopped last time. This was so much…more. I didn’t know it could be like this.” His body curls around you, tangling your legs together. “I’m glad I could take my time and do it right. For both of us.” 

“You sound pretty satisfied with your performance,” you say teasingly.

“I was in two fights and a shootout. I thought I would last all of ten seconds and then fall asleep on top of you.” Mando props himself up on his elbow. “Instead, I made the most beautiful woman in the galaxy cry out in my arms. It was a good day.”

“You have a remarkably skillful tongue for someone who spends most of his life with a helmet on.” 

Shifting in his arms, you lift your chin, lips searching for his mouth. He bends down to kiss you—tender at first, but when his mouth opens, the heat between you reignites. Or perhaps it had not died down at all.

One of his hands cups your jaw while the other splayed across your stomach. Against your hip, you feel him growing hard again. 

"Wait? Two fights?"

You can feel him smiling, the press of his mouth behind your ear. "The guy who found your jacket didn't think he should have to return it. Something about finders, keepers."

"So you fought him for it?" you chuckle breathlessly.

"Hmm," his hands find your breasts, squeezing and kneading. "I know how important it is to you."

“Before, you asked me what nia’n cor means,” you whisper against his throat. “Nia, is a light…a light in the dark. Se nia’n cor means 'light of my heart.'” 

He sighs longingly, burying his face in your hair to kiss the curve of your jaw.

“Are you tired now?”

“No. I’m not tired,” he replies, pressing his lips to yours. Breath catches in your throat, and you gasp into his mouth. “I’m wide awake,” he says.

The Mandalorian’s hand drifts behind your knee, pulling your leg over his hip so he can guide himself inside you. One of his arms cradles your head, the other gripping the back of your thigh, and he begins to move in slow, sensuous strokes.

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END OF VOLUME 3

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this volume in the series story arc.

*Bonus Post: I Want to Make Love in this Club (Mando POV)

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Continue reading Volume 4: Smart Girl Like You

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Good day tumblr mutual pommunist. Thank you for all the work you do for this community Pommunism forever!

But I'd be lying if I say I agree with some of your points.

but not address the main issue of the admins situation ? Not a word about or for them ? But instead you use your platform to talk about your role in the lore knowing these are talking

I'm not an expert on US law as I'm not from the united states but anything you may imply/say that doesn't suit your case could easily get used against you in court. Even if it's something you accidently slip up/not related it still may be.

And when you talk about serious issue in a rough situation it's easy to blurt out something that can be reread as malicious. And to add to the fact, Q is speaking in his second language.

This is not completely supporting quackity, its not hard to admit he fucked up big time

Good day to you to dear tumblr mutual 🫶

I actually had that talk with an anon the other day, about how apologies for example can be used against you if by doing so you admit to wrongdoings like idk « I’m sorry we made you sign unlawful ndas ». (can’t seem to find the post that’s what i get for being so shit at tagging 🥲)

But yeah you’re right that in the face of a potential legal issues one must be careful with the things they say and the words they use but like if you chose to go live to talk about the situation then speak on it ? Like a thank you both for the work done and for making the problems known to him, a call to his community not to harass those who talked, wouldnt bring legal harm to anyone.

Plus, and now this is just my personal (from a moral, not a legal standpoint) opinion on this kind of situations, but when someone fucks up and want to fix their wrongs, shouldn’t they take their responsibilities and take action to do the right thing even if it might cost them rather than worry about protecting themselves from the repercussions of what they’re responsible of ?

And yeah definitely agree that it’s easy to slip up and say something you might end up regretting, especially when speaking a language that isn’t your primary one, and it’s why it would probably be best for Q/Qstudios to communicate via statements that are prewritten/reviewed by a law professional rather than Twitch streams. 🫠

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HELLO omg i love your solangelo royals AU, their flirtatious enemies to lovers chemistry in part 2 is so cute 😭 not sure if you’re planning to write more in the universe (i’m already so grateful for what you have out!!) but i just gotta say i am so curious about nico seeking asylum, and what the circumstances were when he showed up, and i desperately want to read more of EVERYTHING in this paragraph:

“Will was annoyed with him the first day they met. He was annoyed the second time, seething, really, dragging Nico back to the sterile surgical suite to fix his torn stitches. He was annoyed when Nico first shouted at him, bewilderment at this random physician treating him like he was another resident of the palace, not the only son of Hades. He was annoyed, notably, the one time Nico came to the infirmary after spraining his wrist in sword fighting and, in Will’s words, “breathed too loudly.”

i hit that ao3 subscribe button so fast 🫠

anyway, love your writing and all the snippets you post!!!! thank you!!

hi hi hi!! you have been reblogging my stuff!! i am very grateful for it as it makes me feel appreciated enough to keep posting!!

i am absolutely planning more in-universe 😎😎 i want the main fic to be long, slowburn, and will pov; i have lots of scenes rattling around in my brain but i'm still working on an actual plotline lol. if i figure out a way to start it i'm just gonna start and hope the plot finds me along the way lol

okay so the asylum thing. i have Lore and im so pumped u asked so here is my rambling:

my idea, and this whole spiel is pretty heavily inspired by this royal au series i'm obsessed with by @gatesofember (with a sprinkling of setting inspo from this fic by @percyinpanties), is that each olympian/major god is a House. so like House Zeus, House Apollo, House Hades, etc. i just thought it was way cooler than kingdom lol.

nico has been fighting nonstop w his father since bianca died. just. constantly. notoriously. they do not get along. they argue about EVERYTHING.

one day, Prince Nico of Hades shows up at House Apollo, ass o'clock in the morning, barely clinging to his horse, exhausted, and claims asylum.

uproar. basically. like thats DRAMA.

of course apollo loves drama and also cannot refuse asylum without good reason, so he graciously accepts. some fun details about that:

nico is now, before a prince, an Asylum Seeker. by status, he is not royalty outside of his own House if he steps away from the role, which he lowkey has done by seeking asylum from his own House. he has very little say in anything now.

apollo, however, has granted him shelter in the royal wing of the House, granting him a royal suite of apartments as if he was a visiting diplomat/royal/House Hades representative. this does not, technically, change his official status, but it does make abundantly clear that apollo still considers him of royal status. aside from that, he's still a prince, and no one wants to make an enemy of a prince (since he can still easily return to his throne, essentially? like there are no laws stopping him from doing so. this whole situation is just Odd and Weird and Really Good Gossip), they were all gonna treat him like prince anyway. he has the fancy clothes and still wears his circlet and often sits in on apollo's fancy meetings and shit (apollo likes his nerve).

will could not give any less of a shit.

he is the only person in the entire House and probably beyond who not only does not give a shit, and does not give a shit to nico's face.

this is insane behaviour.

will is the house physician, right. so in term of respect, he has a lot of it, but he has no authority outside his own infirmary, really. he gets a lot more respect than his status calls for because he's prodigiously good at healing. like. people tease that he can raise the dead. he can't, but. you know. apollo is the House of Drama, really, so no surprises there.

will kinda holes himself up in the infirmary?? there are a few reasons for that. one, apollo is a very artistically inclined House, and will is not very artistically inclined, so he started working in the infirmary as a kid and basically stayed there lol. the court physician before him was actually apollo's oldest daughter, hygieia, whom will adored to a million pieces and who doted on him lol. (she got him a little physician's tunic when he was seven and he literally wore it until it was threads). anyways. he feels useful in the infirmary, and its also where he does all his studies, so he mostly stays in that area of the castle. two, he doesnt get boundaries very well. he also thinks hierarchy is deeply, deeply stupid. for his own safety his friends are like hey. maybe dont interact with visiting royals and diplomats and shit. because someone is going to stab you one day. (and will is like 'well i'll just fix myself then' and they're like 'will for the love of the gods. please.') plus the east wing of the castle (where the infirmary is) is rly well lit and beautiful and leads right to the gardens and the library, so will likes it there :)

this would usually be a great mix, right? nico, who has been treated very much as a prince his entire life and has had people either walking on eggshells around him or scared of him, who has never had anyone but his father and maybe his sister defy him in his life, chilling in the centre part of the castle with the rest of the more royal members, and will, mr Authority Who? Don't Tell Me What To Do, chilling out in the east. no need to interact with each other.

except.

except.

nico is a dumbass who got hurt on his way to House Apollo. and did not tell anyone bc thats embarrassing. so he collapses right after asking asylum, and is carried to will's infirmary, who waits with his foot tapping until nico wakes back up and tears into him 😭😭 calling him the biggest dumbass to ever cross these lands and getting quite creative with it, really, absolutely running his mouth, and as soon as nico recovers from being bewildered (does not take long) he is like you??? cannot fucking talk to me like that???? i am the prince of ghosts???? fucker??? who do you think you are talking to??? and will is like i brought you back into this world, you fucker, i will send your ass right back out of it if you dont sit down and shut up and write down these recovery instructions. and nico is like ???? meanwhile the nurses in the infirmery who know will's stubborn ass are GIGGLING. like they think hes gonna die but at least its funny.

everyone lowkey expects nico to tattle to apollo and get will thrown out or something.

nico does not. which is weird, because, like, maybe he usually would?? but will makes him so mad he cant even think straight. the second hes released from the infirmary he stomps to his new quarters, seething. he shows up in the infirmary next day with the full intent to start an argument. instead, will tries to put him to WORK. and then gets irritable when nico refuses and kicks him out.

just absolutely insane behaviour. if anyone talked to nico like that in his House theyd be arrested, if not excecuted. hell, if will says this shit in front of apollo he might still get arrested, because what. but nico keeps going back and continues to get humbled by will basically every day.

and, ho ho, what happens?? does he maybe begin to care about will?? no. of course not. will is a pain in his ass.

insert part two here, blah blah blah, nico very obviously does care about will and its embarrassing

he realises right after this that he cares about will. although theres still a layer of denial over it bc will is his fucking nemesis, a pain in his ass, and also a Whole Ass Guy, so.

will begrudgingly allows nico to drag him out of the infirmary on occasion.

he has to admit, that when nico isnt being a diva, he is.

kind of.

charming.

a little.

if he had a knife to his throat, he would admit this.

maybe.

in terms of falling in love, they fall in love FAST. after that barrier of "you're so fucking annoying" "IM annoying?!?!?!" "yes glad you agree" crumbles, they both go TUMBLING off that cliff bro. will takes a cannon to every single one of the bitchy walls nico put up after his sister died, leaving him heart wrenchingly lonely. he treats nico like a person. and nico treats will like an equal, not someone lesser, in fact he treats will like hes not a prince, not a king, but a god. he reveres him. will has never felt this worthy of anythign in his life.

obviously, though.

its vague ambigious royalty times.

their relationship is forbidden and very, very secret.

nico, as a royal, wouldnt face many consequences, but will...

the issue is that will is the most frustrated by the secrecy. nico has always known that he would have to love in secret, he grew up in that truth. will has never lied about anything in his entire life. the whole royal hierarchy makes no sense in any way and pisses him the hell off. he doesnt like having to be cautious about the way he touches nicos shoulder.

4. wrote too many things in one block and got cut off 💀💀 turns out i DO have a plot omg. thank you for asking. GOD i love them so bad.

5. as for the paragraph you liked -- ME TOO I WAS SO PROUD OF IT. IM GLD YOU LIKED. im seeing now ive kinda mixed the first and second "will was annoyed with him" in my brainstorming but eh. ill iron it out later.

6. anyways!! thank you!! expect more for the royal au soon. not sure if im gonna do what i did on my other blog and start slowly updating & posting the long fic, or if ill add some more short ones as i write the long fic in its entirety before posting, but ill figure it out. i have lots to say about them and theres nothing more fun to me than writing secret relationship and rivals to lovers teehee

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@roosterforme : i mean, let's be honest here: WE ALL read one of Emily's story!! I mean, Roo and Baby Girl are iconic at his point. I love how she constantly makes us addicted to her entire lore and how dedicated she is to us readers. ❤️

@gretagerwigsmuse : I mean, flawless writing, hilarious and adorable person, immaculate taste, what could you say more? Have a treat and go at Jordan's blog even if you very likely already follow her ❤️

@withahappyrefrain : for the evermore Peter Parker and Top Gun lover that I am, Abby is my queen. I LOVE her stories, I am invested in all of these, she knows how to make us laigh and cry. Plus, I'm an avid Lana fan. ❤️

@thedroneranger : Jay has helped this entire fandom to relieve their thirst!! (Or caused it with their fics, I don't know). The writings are incredibly steamy but never crude or gross. A perfect balance of emotion, sexy and entertaining. And her bartender concept is amazing!! ❤️

And you!! I am such a fan of your fics, your moodboards which are always perfect picked just right, the musical writings challenges?? Unmatched!! Thank you so much. ❤️

there are SO MANY other people I forgot, I'm sure of it but that's what my brain was able to produce tonight haha. But consider if I ever commented or reblogged your work, It went right to my heart and I love you dearly for it!! ! ❤️

ah, thank you so much for the love, i love seeing you in my notifications 🤍 have a happy new year!

end of the year positivity night 💌

[azulaoi]

Girl why do you like Cevyk so much? 😭 I mean no judgements but I am just curious to know why you like a character like him. He's a spooky Pookie.

Lol that's alright. I get this question a lot. Someone even questioned my sanity about him. But to be honest, other than his accent and looks, I really love how Saku has written his character. I'm a sucker for the super natural and I think Cevyk really fits in that category of my liking. The lore is kind of complicated but is quite bearable than Zaros' in my opinion. It offers a different world/reality of things in comparison to the other characters (yes, he's not like other girls LMAO). The things that he says truly hits all aspects of the true world and I can relate to some of it. And guess what? I really love a man who's being real and is true to his word.

The environment and language from how I hear and imagine his "Hell", is incredible; the language especially. Of course I can't speak any of it lol but the way how Saku has created such a beautiful language just means how creative that man is. The " iqsus" and "dukha" dynamic sounds cute and the way how it rolls off Cevyk's tongue sounds hot asf LMAO. Environmental wise, it's inspirational. Since Saku leaves nearly everything up to our imagination for Cevyk's story, it inspires me to spiral in my imagination about what and how his realm would look like. Lowkey imagine it to be a bit of medieval / modern theme world with castles, large windows, and much more. And I think there are different types of supernatural creatures other than demons roaming the streets of Sheti Makh. Just like Cevyk said, he has his own set of orders/rules, positions of power, and ruler in this kind of world which sounds accurate to hell's space.

Now, I know he's a one shot and won't be anything more but if his story were to be a series... It'll offer so much opportunity for his story and language to flourish more. A girl can dream but it's kind of a nice idea 😔

Other than all of that, he's hot asf. He does sound a bit scary sometimes but holy fucking shit how I would loveeeee him to put me to sleep with that god damn voice 🫠🫠

But yuh, that's a brief description of why I love him :)

[dreamii-yume]

Well i'm thinking about Izana kurokawa ,he's was very obssesed with Shin back then.

or Mitsuya takashi , a loving bro but better not make him angry.

or Haitani bro, just love the idea of reader being the older sister and Ran and Rin jump on her to take care of their needs 'cause it's her job🫡

MMGH Finally someone is talking about Tokyo Revengers in my inbox 😩 Warning : This might contain some slight spoilers for the manga ♥︎ Though I might even say things wrong cause it’s been a long while since I read it

Izana was fucking crazyy in the manga ☠️ I feel like a younger sibling Darling fits him so much, like—When he was in the orphanage or something, he would’ve probably been mad protective of them because their the only ones he had left. He might raise them purposely clueless about the world, so that they would have no one else to rely on but him lol He might even use violence (like Taiju) as a way of discipline, like physically hurting them and give them permanent scars to discourage them from disobeying him again. He’s the perfect Menhera Yandere Big Brother—The “I will hurt you and myself if you don’t listen to what I say” kind of manipulative.

Mitsuya was my best boi in the series, I mean—He’s handsome, husband-material, gentle but really tough?? 😭😭 What more would you want from a man, but yeah, one of his main characteristic is that he’s a really talented big bro. BUT—But, what if he had an older sibling? Or even more, like a twin? Just a sibling close to his age that he can share his burdens and relate with, because they basically became the substitute parents for their younger sisters even at a young age…and he starts to actually take that kind of pretend family seriously?? Like, he’s now treating Darling like a stay-at-home wife, giving them kisses, and sleeping in the same bed as them 🫠✨ and when Darling is kinda creeped out and tells him to stop—Haha, well, yeah…Mitsuya doesn’t really look nice when he’s mad lol I hope you like breeding, honey~

The Haitani Brothers…Well, um—I’m not really a fan of them, not because I don’t like them but because I personally don’t think they had that much screen time for me to actually know them in a deeper level? Like, they’re stylish and strong, pretty nasty and…That’s it, right? They’re not really someone I’d fuck around with, although they are indeed, very pretty ✨ At this point the sinfics about them have more lore than their actual lore ☠️ BUT I do agree that them having an older sibling that they are obsessed with for the wrong reasons is magnificent 😋😋 They were very close when they were young, poor Big sibling did everything they can to raise their brothers properly but along the way—They’re just…naturally unhinged and they couldn’t really do anything about it. They try to tell the brothers to stop their gang activities, they’re worried because it’s dangerous, only to find themselves at the brothers’ mercy ☠️

[safyresky]

Hello, hey, dropping in with a query.

Since CS has officially concluded (congrats by the way!) I wanna ask about your own interpretation of Mother Nature.

She is absolutely my girl, I adore her, queen, but I wanna know how exactly she fits into the CS world structure. How does she keep looking so young when everyone else ages normally? What was her relationship to Mother Gaia? What kind of magical creature is she and was mother Gaia also the same kind? How does she fit into the government structure? HOW IS SHE SO TALL???

Idk, she's been on my mind a lot and I'm assuming we'll know a bit more about all that at some point but I can't wait that long lol

Thank you!! You know, it's so funny, bc while I was oot and aboot yesterday/Friday I was like "I can take a breather from writing, just focus on other things--" and not 24 hours later I had the Into the Shadows plotting doc open, as I finally figured out what happens in Chapter 7 🫠🫠

I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE! But what can I say, I love this world and I love writing. Shit's FUN

ANYWAY. YOUR QUERY MY GOOD FRIEND. I COME WITH ANSWERS IN POINT FORM NOTES

It's all kinda rough tbh??? More like scattery thoughts if anything but HERE YOU GO! HAVE SOME CS LORE!

Okay okay so Mother Gaia was essentially the personification of ALL nature, and as such, could wield all Nature :) She looks like a sprite, tho, and for all intents and purposes would call herself a sprite--same with Mother Nature

This also checks out bc in CS, sprites are specifically fae who can control weather/nature/the elements! :)

Gaia was the Goddess's connection to the people, and got a little lonely when the Goddess was like "everyone is safe, things are going well, take it easy, Gaia!" so, she created a companion. A fellow personification of nature that she named Tara, who could do everything she could do

The Goddess gave her a light life, which is like a little ball of life that brings things to life (I am soo creative at naming things I swear) and Gaia used it to give Tara, well. life!

So, Mother Gaia was in all senses of the word, Mother Nature's Mother! Tara called her Mother and meant it in all the ways :)

Gaia trained her, raised her, loved her very very much and eventually started training her to take her own place one day

And that day came faster than expected for Tara when Mother Gaia fucking SNAPPED mid fae war and scorched the land to stop the fighting, in a stretch that has since NEVER GROWN BACK. It's known as the scar. Autumn lives close to it in modern-day CS.

Once that happened, Gaia was like APPALLED. She'd been just as bad as the fae fighting over who was best, using her powers for what she wasn't meant to use her powers for: hurting the Earth

She was beside herself; went to go talk to the Goddess and was gone for DAYS. All the fighting stopped, tho!

Then she and the Goddess came up with Rosehaven and the Call, and Gaia went with the old fae during the Call, leaving Tara to be the Next Mother Gaia

And she chose the title Mother Nature and here we are!

SO. In modern day CS, she is: the connection to the goddess for the magibeans, if they need her to be; guards the magic of creation/life/balance??? (a system I'm still trying to figure out lol, I'll have to dig up those notes at some point), and heads the Council with Father Time.

She's on the Assembly because when it was formed NOBODY felt right not having her on there, so she's kind of like. She's the approver of decisions lol. She lets them do their thing but if they ever come to an impasse they turn to her, and her word is essentially law

That's sort of why when the Twin Princes were born she was called to choose who'd rule next! Well, Gaia was, but Gaia left the decision to Tara as they were at That Point in training: POLITICS. If magibeans had an issue that couldn't be solved amongst themselves OR by the royals, MN/MG would be called upon and what she'd say, GOES

Which left for a lot of last minute swerves bc Gaia was clever and MN is just as clever. See: that story about the two people fighting over the chicken???? I forget what it was, anyway, the person presiding went CUT IT IN HALF and one was like okay cool! And the other was like SOB NO MY CHICKEN and the person deciding was like GOT EM LOL. That sorta shit.

In the event of an emergency, Mother Nature and the CS Governor (so Blaise since this mans just can't seem to lose an election, and he has TRIED some years) become de facto co-rulers and both have to agree on decisions before acting on them. This would be like. In a nasty war or like. end of the world circumstance kinda thing

SO YEAH SHE'S BASICALLY JUST THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE. KEEPS MOTHER FUCKERS IN LINE. WILL TELL PEOPLE IF WHAT THEY WANNA DO IS STUPID. ALSO, CONTROLS ALL NATURE AND KEEPS THE SEASONS GOING AND THE LIKE.

Why is she so young looking compared to everyone else? Well, if you asked her, she'd say you're only as old as you feel and offer no explanation. In terms of height, she'd look at you quizzically and go "Why not?" and that'd be her answer

this is Dani for "bc she can choose how to present herself and that's how she chooses too!"

kinda like Steven's gem reacting to his mindset sort of thing.

and also, tall Mother Nature just fucking SLAPS. She SHOULD be tall as FUCK! I subscribe to that! I LOVE tall MN. EVERYONE looks up to her--quite literally!

Except for like giants and trolls and other very tall magibeans and folklore creatures and the like 🤭🤭🤭

Hopefully I got all your questions! Thank you for asking! I LOVE thinking of early CS lore, it's so FUN and Mother Nature is one of my FAVES. I get so ragey in tsc fics where's she's written as a HUGE MEANER, super angry, etc etc and even borderline villain? GOD. I JUST. SHE'S A BADASS AND VERY SWEET AND EVERYONE FORGETS THE SWEET BIT!!! SHE WAS SO KIND TO SANTA AND THE OTHER LEGENDS IN THE MOVIES AND EVEN WHEN JACK WAS JACKING ABOUT, SHE WAS GENTLY CHIDING HIM!!!!!!! FUCK MAN! I'M GONNA EXPLODE JUST THINKING OF BAD MN CHARACTERIZATION! AH!

Please excuse the rant and uh, enjoy the heckin answer 😅😅😅

[banamine-bananime]

BGCUNTS Blow Up the Whole Goddamn World

Summary:

Blood Gulch Center for United Nations Transmission Schooling is a very normal school, by the standards of outer colonies in 2577. Boring, even - that's the thing about life on a ringworld, barren and detached even 24 years of human colonization after the eradication of Flood remnants and, consequently, all life from these once lovingly-cultivated oases of biodiversity from across the galaxy. Its students jump at a chance for some teenage rebellion at a party away from the lovingly omnipresent supervision of F.I.L.S.S., and to meet the legendarily reclusive students from the colony's enigmatic military school. They get a bit more excitement than they bargained for.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Depictions of Death Additional Tags: AU - All-girl boarding school in space. Or on a ringworld., Halo Lore, Installations (Halo), The Flood (Halo), Body Horror, Eco-horror, Ecofiction, cosmic horror, Science Fiction, Mystery, Artificial Intelligence, Internalized Homophobia, Genderbend, 😳 What if we killed society and grew something beautiful and terrifying from its mangled corpse 😳, Fair bit of me putting Tucker in a jar and shaking it mercilessly. With love, just gals being gay, And stupid hijinks. Oh god the stupid hijinks.

Chapter 7: BGCUNTS After-School Special

There are a few soft thuds, yelps, and a short, high scream from the stairwell past the door in front of them. Grif jumps and grabs Simmons's arm. "What the fuck was that - nope, we're done, we're going back to bed, fuck this," Grif rambles, voice cracking. "I-it's probably nothing!" Simmons replies, straining not to let her voice crack just as badly. "Let me just - I'll just check in with the others, they might know!" She fumbles out a quick message to the group.

Status report, what the hell was that?

Tucker did it

Caboose shut up i didnt. And neither did you??? Why are you even trying to deflect Seconding simmonses 'what the hell was that' but minus the cringe tryhard part. Donut the hell u doing back there? Keep it the fuck down this is hard enough without you tryna wake up the whole school

soooooooorrrrrryyyyyyy that scream was me!!! 😅 freddie took a little tumble on the stairs but don't worry gang, she's A-OK ❣️❣️

Um. Yeah I guess I'm OK. But, uh, why is it so dark This seems like a real safety violation!

Grif snorts at DuFresne's messages. Simmons frowns and taps back a reply.

I mean you did literally just almost break your neck. So I'd say, yeah, that sounds like a problem. More importantly, why the fuck are the lights and F.I.L.S.S. out in the first place? What's going on?

OK thanks for confirming almost breaking my neck is the less important thing here 🫠👍

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

Not to alarm you (and not sure if you have already seen) but Brad Troemel (look him up he is known for his work with performance art and generally being a troll - and also has produced commentary on “parasocialism”) is working with Matty to write and create the upcoming SATVB tour. He has recently been interacting with fans in the 1975 subreddit asking them for lore and info regarding the band/members. He has started creating a sort of drawing with a lot of references and inside jokes within the fandom.

The reason I am telling you this is because someone mentioned Ao3 and he responded to the comment asking “what types of fan fics were people writing?”. Mostly everything he has commented back to fans on within the thread he has incorporated into the picture so far… so it’s not looking good for fanfiction authors/readers 🫠🥴😂

On top of that, I have a looming feeling that fans are feeding into the ideas surrounding parasocial behaviour exactly as he and Matty have planned/hypothesised - as fans are basically divulging all this info about matty and the band when in reality the constructed images we have of the band members are exactly that - constructed… as we don’t actually know them. Although, fans should be allowed to enjoy and engage in the lore surrounding the band itself, when the line between art and artist becomes blurred (as it definitely has with matty being matty) things become more complicated. I am inclined to believe that Matty hates the responsibility of being a perfect, intellectual, liberal activist which many fans of artists (swifties are an obvious example) now uphold them to. I feel like that is why he purposefully pushes that label away from himself by openly acting in a way that may be controversial. Despite this, I do believe that matty feeds into this behaviour and it looks like he is going to explore it with the upcoming show which should be interesting 👀

God don't I love when something addressed to me starts with "not to alarm you".

This isn't against you in any way but dear god this gets a massive air wank gesture from me. I am marginally aware of what's going on on Reddit and can I just say I don't care? Like I don't. Care.

I don't write fanfiction for them specifically, I write it for myself and for whoever else happens to stumble upon it and is curious enough to actually click on it. If that's Brad fucking Troemel and The King Idiot himself, how is that my problem exactly. I am not shoving it down their throats, they are going looking for it. Matty won't be the first nor the last celebrity to find fanfiction about himself on the internet. This isn't on me, it's on him.

That being said, if he decides that he wants to incorporate anything Ross-related from the stories he does find online, I'm sure no-one will be opposed?

God I so wish this was a normal band with a normal frontman who does normal gigs, sometimes. Fuck me.

[wttcsms]

Amber, I'm back to yell at you!!!! I'm literally dying over Most Noble what?! Its sooo good, i literally took a deep breath while my eyes watered cause of that ending! Oh to be in love with Sir Nanami 😍 He really is too much, the way he wants the mc so much, it gives off enemy to lovers vibes, with a lot of slow burn! Its so good the way I gasped when i read it on AO3 cause it said chapters 1/1 😭 No, its too good, YOU'RE the reason i even love Nanami so I refuse to believe thats it for them. But also thank you for that, it was such a good read the pining got me right in the feels i had to take a moment for myself to calm down. Please don't say its over 😭

Moving on lols, the way I read Balancing Act this morning! I wanted to scream, and I'm in no way a morning person but that one woke me up! Gojo being so self assured, I love that for him. The way you wrote the whole crew working for Gojo and Getou! Nanami saying that Getou is just like Gojo but would give himself 6 months instead KILLED ME!!!! Also just Nanami, and his whole work is shit rang through my head when you said he left then came back 😭 Just the way you wrote them all is soo good, the interaction between Gojo and Mc oooomph absolute genius! Utahime and Gojo friendship! Personally that little bit got me hook line and sinker cause i dont ship them 🫠 Finally that flashback of them as teenagers in high school!!! Yes queen him falling in love and not realizing it but also i loved that the mc ruined what i assumed would be his year of just fucking around! Its god tier I know im going to add this to my list of comfort fics!!!

hi hi, i was waiting til when i was less busy so that way i could give this lovely msg a proper response!!! as always, i love love love hearing ur thoughts and seeing u in my notifs makes me so happy, like kicking my feet and giggling happy because ur such an amazing reader and i love hearing ur thoughts on my work.

first of all, even w/out me, u would have fallen for nanami bc that's just the type of man he is. most noble was so fun to write purely bc i didn't have a set plot line in place, i just let the word vomit spew all over my docs and clicked post on tumblr. that being saidddddd, i am always open to revisiting our princess and sir nanami bc the fun part in writing mutual pining is the eventual getting together. like all fairytales, they are so gonna have a happy ending <3

im so happy you've read balancing act because for me, it's such a fun project and a way for me to not so subtly vent out any pent up feelings i had towards my experience in working in banking in nyc BAHAHAHA. i think workplace dynamics are so fun to write as well & i really wanted to incorporate just how blurry boundaries are within the field but also how close knit they truly are because most of the time, you see your coworkers more than your family and your significant other and it's hard not to become friends or something more (it's either that, or u all hate each other's guts LOL). geto and gojo would not be besties if they weren't both absolute menaces, i stand by that. utahime + gojo are lowkey MY dramione HAHA, and so i always like to write them in some type of relationship, whether that be platonic or romantic. they def squabble like siblings in this fic + it's going to be so much fun writing them in a diff light than i normally do (what's up for debate is whether or not i hint towards nanami x utahime :O) nanami found out that working in academia is JUST AS TOXIC as industry, so he's back bc, hey, at least he gets paid hella money, but we'll explore more nanami lore in balancing act once i decide on his exact role in the fic muahahaha.

thank you for always reaching out with your thoughts on my writing and just to chat in general, it means the world to me <3

[yueasuka]

My impression of Miraculous Awakening?

I'm not saying I like it, but I also not going to say I hate it. Basically what I think :

It's musical! Which means it will have the characters singing but... I feel like this is overkill?????? Feels like every step the character made need to be in a song that get so boring. I'm not a big fan of musical but this just make me feel like I'm watching a concert than a film. 🫠

Set in different universe : Which is nice considering I'm not a big fan of the current plotline in the series, I just hope the characters is more fleshed out alas...

The pace : I don't like how fast paced it is, I mean it's a movie so it make senses if it skip a few steps. But! This movie set in different timeline/universe and the characters has different background story than the one in the TV series, so more introduction of them would be nice. But the way the movie going, it feels like it just expect us to know everything. I think the one who got more backstory is only Gabriel and in extension, Adrien. Because it feels like Gabriel is the focus on this movie? Nice to know his motivation and his thought but what about other characters? I'm all for more Adrien content but this feels more Gabriel content with crumb of Adrien. 😅

The animation : It looks cool though, so that's one positive thing about it. I like the way they make the hair texture and the effects. Would be cooler if there's a transformation scene though.

The story : As I said, I'm not a big fans of the current plot in the series so the movie feels like a breath of fresh air. Of course considering the setting, I need to turned off all the series characterisation since they're different characters. The plot and characterisation remind me of some plot from the concept? Still don't like how fast paced it is though. I don't think speedrunning things is good for a story telling, especially if that story is set from different universe. What story are you trying to tell? It's a little bit all over the place. It got a new lore so at least that's what I'm interest in. Also I'm in for a universe where Adrien got supportive adult figure. So yeah.

Overall 6/10 Im still going to give this a chance as long as the next movie doesn't contain as many song as this one. I'll also most likely end up watch this in theater because my nieces like it. 😶‍🌫️

[upsidedownwithsteve]

i sent an anon a WHILE ago about how i'm an eddie girlie but read camp steve for the au lore and oh. my. god. afterglow was literally so perfect like ?? hello ?? ALSO. ik it was probably mostly a joke but i would absolutely read the shit out of camp eddie and reader going through a breakup/hard time while at camp because if afterglow hit me that hard i can't even imagine what an eddie version of that would do to me. you are so immensely talented

thank you so much my lovely! the au lore is sending me 😭 honestly, i know never say never, but i don’t think i could do that much angst again 🫠 eddie camp blurbs soon though! 🧡

[overlysour]

Aaaah the BSD manga is pain rn and the anime-onlys are not ready </3

But the fishing quest doesn't let you do co-op??! Now that just dumb because what if you want to play with your friends but the quest doesn't let you 😭 Have you tried searching up on Youtube on how to complete the fishing quest? Genshin fandom is quite helpful in posting tutorials online

And yeah I searched on Youtube for the location of the jade tablets and safe to say I know what to do now <3 but I'm still going to drag a friend to co-op on the quest with me cuz there's no way in hell I'm fighting three ruin guards at once lmao. Not to mention Genshin is glitchy as hell for me rn and I changed the entire language settings to Chinese ahaha

Alhaitham and Xiao are both so cool and their lore is so interesting as well. I tried pulling for both of them and as expected didn't even get a single character ahaha. I heard that Hu Tao's banner is next and I wanna get her so bad since I desperately need another pyro character on my team

P.S. It's the truth <33

Sadly, even with tutorials, I can’t seem to be able to do the quest 🫠 It’s because I use my phone instead of laptop to save work space (that with the fact that it isn’t working on there for some reason) probably, since i have to use my fingers instead of the keyboard..

I agree with the part about anime only watchers.. I thought it was fake when I first read about that one scene with Fyodor, Chuuya & Dazai (let’s just say it involves water 😀) . I still refuse to believe it was just that easy, especially considering the fact I’m pretty sure we didn’t properly see Fyodor’s ability—

And about Xiao and Alhaitham, I already have too many anemo so I’ve been trying for Alhaitham but not having much luck so far (I think I lot my pity not too long ago to Jean) . If I don’t get him then I might think about pulling for Hu Tao because I only have around 3 pyro characters or I might just skip for once.

Genshin is actually not too glitchy for me when I’m close enough but when I’m far away it looks like there’s no outlines on the buildings, which I usually see when I’m using the wind glider.

P.S no u 🤭