#please forgive this gross coloring

[stevenrogered]

AHSOKA | 1x05 "Part Five"

[bahablastplz]

Resident Advisor: Changbin x Reader

Changbin is your R.A. and also your friend that you’ve been in the talking stage with for weeks. When he has to do room checks and he finds alcohol in your dorm, you tell him you’ll do anything for him not to snitch on you. 

content: smut, fluff, angst (reader is distressed) warnings: mention of bugs, college AU, kissing, oral (f! and m! receiving), alcohol, changbin has a huge coke can cock WC: 2700 A/N: happy birthday Changbin! I know it's a week late but I think he would find it in his heart to forgive me. also slightly ironic i was wine-drunk when i wrote this <3

Seo Changbin is beautiful. 

This, of course, has been an undeniable fact of life that you have been aware of since the first day of your sophomore year, your second year in college when you moved into your dorm room. 

The earth tilted on its axis when Changbin, your resident advisor, peeked his head into your room and introduced himself to you. He was a junior, a year above you, but as previously mentioned, a beautiful man with broad set shoulders and hair a color that fell between some shade of blue and purple. Your first thought when the R.A. had introduced himself to you was ‘damn, I need to spend more time with this man and get him to fall in love with me.’ But the glorious thing about him being your resident advisor was that he a.) lived in your dorm building on your floor, and b.) you had a free pass to bother him whenever you so pleased. 

And you did, shamelessly. Anytime you found any sort of reason to complain or bother Changbin, you could just knock on his door or even shoot him a text, as he had shared his number with every resident on your floor. And while anybody else might have been annoyed by the constant pestering, Changbin always seemed happy to help, no matter how small the issue. If there was a leak in your bathroom, you couldn’t remember the number to reach out to maintenance, or your neighbors were too loud, you were likely bothering him about it, to which he would greet you with a smile every time. 

One night in particular there was a cockroach in your room. The dorm building was a million years old and crustier than what was likely allowed by safety regulations, but you definitely had no qualms about bothering Changbin for this. 

“Queencard, I’m the top, I’m twerkin’ on the runway, I am a queencard you wanna be the queencard!” You heard from behind his closed doors the sounds of a fast and catchy girl group song, Changbin’s voice loud as he sang along with the lyrics. It made you pause a moment and giggle, knowing if he weren’t the R.A. he definitely would have received some noise complaints himself. 

Raising your hand you knocked on his door and the music came to a halt, Changbin opening the door while slightly out of breath. You realized that he must have been practicing the choreography or something, which made you grin a bit more before you remembered the situation at hand. 

“Y/N!” he smiled. “What can I help you with?”

“Changbin, hi,” you said to him, slightly teary-eyed. “Roach. There’s a roach in my room. I’m just– can you help?” 

He blinked at you for a moment, grabbing his keys and phone immediately before wordlessly ushering you out the door. He knew his way to your room already–as previously mentioned, this was not the first time you’ve bothered him–and he’s the one that bravely opened your door, grabbing one of your shoes from your shoe rack and holding it as if it were a weapon. 

Needless to say, that night ended in girly shrieks from the both of you, maniacal thumping and stomping that likely irritated your downstairs neighbors, and, thankfully, a dead roach. He was just as disturbed by the situation as you were, and you couldn’t help the fit of giggles once the bug was dead that escaped from your lips. He was just so dramatic and loud after the fact, recounting how gross and evil the creature was. You must have thanked him at least a million times, but that night you went to sleep with a smile. 

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You texted Changbin all the time now, about the most menial of things. At some point, you weren’t sure when the line had crossed from ‘R.A. down the hall’ to ‘someone you text about food hall chicken nuggets and professors that refused to round up your grades,’ but you weren’t complaining. Fast forward to now, soon to be fall break, when you (and you’re entire floor) get an email from Changbin about room checks. 

You recall disregarding the email since you weren’t going home for fall break anyway. You’re staying on campus to get caught up on your assignments after midterms, plus a professor specifically requested your help in their lab over break for extra credit. Who were you to say no to that? You had already filled out the break contract, letting the school know that you were to be staying in your dorm over your break, so you had nothing to even worry about. Or so you thought. 

It’s 6 p.m. on the first day of break. You’re being very studious, just as you had planned (scrolling through tiktok on your phone with your assignments pulled up on your laptop), when you hear a knock at your door. You only slightly jump out of your skin, not expecting anybody else to even be in your dorm hall at this time. You peek through the peephole and let out an excited gasp. 

“Hi, Changbin!” you say excitedly, cracking the door open enough to slide out and greet him in the hall. “What are you still doing here?” 

You should have made the assumption that he’s ‘on duty,’ but you clearly weren’t thinking. Here he stands, wearing a polo that says ‘Resident Advisor’ in your school colors, his name tag adorned on his right side. He also clearly wasn’t expecting to see you, however, eyebrows quirked and a playful expression gleaming in his features. 

“Y/N,” he smiles as he addresses you. “I’m doing room checks, don’t you remember?” 

“Oh, that’s right,” you say, mentally kicking yourself. Of course it was just room checks. Part of you wishes he was just here for you, to spend time over break, but you know that’s a silly notion. He has a job to do, after all. “Well, I’ll be here all break, so you don’t need to check my room. Good luck, though! Hope you don’t find anything too crazy.”

You go to turn and head back into your room when he starts to speak again. “Yah! Doesn’t anybody ever read my emails?” You glance at him sideways, unsure what he’s talking about. “Everyone needs to have their room checked, if they’re staying on campus or not!” 

“What? Seriously?” you stammer. You really should have read that email. “Shit okay, give me like, 10 minutes to clean, okay? I gotta make sure there’s no roaches or anything.” 

You attempt to crack a joke and he does smile, even lets out a little giggle at your words. But when he explains to you that he’s not supposed to give you time to organize your room, just in case you’re hiding anything you’re not supposed to, you blanche. You’re not even really sure what to say as Changbin opens your door and starts his room check, you standing awkwardly behind him. 

You notice your mistake before he does, the large gallon-sized container of vodka on your dresser that you’re definitely not supposed to have. You really can’t even defend yourself there. You subtly shuffle to stand in front of the opposing object, staring down at your phone to feign disinterest. 

“Y/N?” you hear Changbin call. 

“Mhmm?”

“What’s behind you?” Shit. He totally knows. 

“Um. Nothing?” He walks to stand closer to you, a wide but slightly sad smile splayed on his face. 

“Please, please, don’t make me be the bad guy here.” 

“Fine. Can’t you seriously just like, close your eyes for one second? I’ll hide it and you won’t have to do a ridiculously long report, and I won’t tell anybody, please,” you beg. 

“Move, let me see what we’re working with.” With a sigh, you step to the side, revealing the extra large bottle of straight-up hard liquor. 

He picks it up, giving you a side-eye with an exasperated sigh. “Seriously? Why?” he practically whines. “You’re really gonna make me get you in trouble?” 

Fuck. The tears that prick at your eyes threaten to drop out and your face heats up. There seriously can’t be a worse situation that your crush having to write you up and get you into disciplinary trouble, all because you couldn’t be bothered to read a fucking email. 

“Changbin, please, I’ll do anything,” you beg, dropping to your knees in front of him, your hands clasped together. You don’t even look him in the eye. “I can’t afford to get in trouble over this, you don’t understand. What if I lose my scholarship? Fuck, my parents will kill me. I’ll do anything, I really mean it. I’ll never drink again. I’ll pay for your laundry for the year. I’ll even suck your dick–” 

“Woah woah, Y/N, it’s okay, I was just kidding–wait, what?” he freezes, your words finally catching up to him. What he thought was an attempt at teasing you, who had finally started to become his friend, had obviously gone a step too far. 

“You were joking?” you ask, finally getting the courage to look at him. You swipe your arm over your face, using it to wipe away your tears. You look up at him with these innocent doe eyes that go straight to his cock, especially after what you just said to him. 

“Yes, babygirl, I was just kidding. I’m not going to tell on you,” he says, staring down at you, the picture of perfection on your knees beneath him. “About… about what you said, Did you just say that because you were trying not to get in trouble, or… do you actually like me?”

“About sucking your dick?” He almost chokes on the saliva in his mouth. He nods timidly. “I meant it,” you confess. “I’ve liked you for a long time.” 

He blushes, moving forward to run his fingers through your hair. You notice the bulge in his jeans quite literally staring you in the face and you almost can’t believe your luck. You’re really going to get the opportunity to get with Changbin just because of an (almost) accidental confession? 

“You’re sure?” he asks, pushing back his own beautiful, purple-hued hair as he looks at you with lips slightly parted. You nod at him, moving to help him unbutton his jeans and he hisses at the contact of your hands against his clothed cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as you push his pants down just past his thighs, mouthing at him through his boxers. “Will you at least let me take you out on a date after this? This is really not the way I thought this would go,” he sighs, but his head is thrown back in pleasure nonetheless. 

“Yes, Binnie, I would really like that.” You notice him grin at your use of the nickname, losing his resolve at your response as he pushes down his boxers and lets you get a good look at his hardened length. He’s huge–you can’t help but blink at him for a moment, his cock just so girthy that you have a hard time wrapping your hand around it fully. His length is definitely longer than average but nothing to blink an eye at once you’ve gotten used to just how much girth he’s got. You do take a moment to appreciate his large, toned thighs, running your hands up and down the muscles before you wrap your lips around his tip. 

You set an almost brutal pace, eager to please him with your mouth as you use your free hands to help you cover what you can’t reach. You think about how much you would kill to take the time to properly worship him, every inch of skin and muscle that he has been working on, but your carnal desire and need for the man standing above you heavily outweighs that. He’s properly enjoying it too, a hand woven through your hair and breathy pants and moans let out at your actions, even something along the lines of praise whenever you suck him just right, and that just fuels your desire to do even better for him. 

You move your hands to cup his balls, heavy and tense with the need to spill, and you can tell he isn’t going to last long. You barely notice his hips as they grind forward into your mouth, meeting you halfway with every movement of your head along his length. When you look up and blink at him through your lashes he explodes, finally spilling into your mouth with a loud groan. You help him through his high, making sure you get every last drop of him before you swallow, smiling sweetly at the man.

He helps you off of the floor then, hoisting you up and off of your knees. You didn’t even notice the pain radiating through them from their spot on the hardwood, far too focused on pleasing the man in front of you. He checks on you though, scanning your body for any insight that you might not be okay before pulling you into a tight hug. You smile against him a moment, pulling away to speak before he crashes his lips hard into yours. It takes you by surprise, not expecting him to still be so eager and filled with desire after you helped him get his release, but the kiss is both full of thanks and an unsaid desire from his part as well. 

“Changbin–” you finally say, pulling away from the kiss in an attempt to catch your breath. 

“You’re stunning,” he tells you, his hands falling onto your hips before gazing intensely, almost scrutinizingly at your body in a way that would make you self-conscious if it were any man besides Changbin. “I was really hoping you liked me too. I don’t text every girl on this floor, you know. Just you. I’ll only kill roaches for you, do it all for you. Can I? Make you feel good too?” He asks, still somehow out of breath and full of lust at the sight of you. 

“You want to?” The words are barely out of your mouth before Changbin lifts you up effortlessly. You want to be surprised by this fact but you feel like that would be an insult to him, to his biceps that flex and bulge at the action, his muscles that he’s been working on very hard for this exact moment. Your legs wrap around his waist and he lays you against your bed, grabbing a pillow so that he’s now on his knees at the edge of your bed. 

He wastes no time slipping your shorts and panties off in one swift motion, taking the time to properly admire your glistening core. You want to be shy but you can’t, not before he’s eagerly diving in and lapping at your pussy like it’s his final meal. You both let out a moan and some string of words that sounds like, ‘oh my god,’ and he’s taking care of you with the same vigor and innate desire that you showed him just moments ago. 

He works you up quite quickly, his hands roaming all over your body in appreciation as his tongue flicks against your clit. Your hands occasionally fist at his hair and he takes a moment to stare at you with dark and hazy eyes before continuing his ministrations. When you get close to your release and your hips start to buck up he holds you down so effortlessly that it’s hot. You barely realize the way that he stares at your face once you reach your release, cumming all over his face as he laps at your core. He pays attention to every expression, every furrowed brow and sound you make, and he knows just when to stop before the stimulation becomes painful. 

Sitting up in bed to stare at him, you watch as he licks his lips, savoring your taste. He pulls you in for one final kiss and you can even taste the way your flavors combine, moaning into his mouth at the sweet and simple action. He helps you to pull your pants back up and even crawls into your bed for a few moments, stroking your hair as you lay upon his chest. Neither of you speak for a moment, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss. 

He laughs. “Really? Tito’s? Is that worth getting into trouble over?” 

You smack his chest playfully. Something along the lines of “Shush,” is all you can come up with. 

“So, about that date?” 

You might be in love with Seo Changbin. 

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[khaire-traveler]

🏞️ Subtle Lethe Worship 🪦

A majority of this will be UPG. There is very little information out there on the worship of Lethe.

Visit a local river, creek, or body of water; sit beside it and relax - draw, paint, fish, etc.

Take a walk/hike along or near a river

Fall asleep/meditate to the sound of rivers, caves, or forests

Have a candle that reminds you of her (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of her

Keep a picture of her in your wallet

Have a stuffed animal of whatever you associate with forgetfulness or oblivion

Have symbols of rivers (especially those leading into caves), cypress trees, caves, coins, or rowboats around

Collect river water (please do not drink this)

Grow moss, pothos, english ivy, spider plants, bamboo, or other water based plants

Honor your ancestors or passed loved ones

Have a collection of coins with the intention of dedicating them to any souls in need of coins to cross with Charon into the Underworld

Practice mindfulness; practice patience

Feed local fish or water-based fowl (no breads please; research what is best to feed these animals)

Take a walk in the moonlight (if safe to do so in your area)

Explore a nearby cave/take a cave tour (safely!!!)

Visit hot springs if able; take a dip in them

Drink water regularly; stay hydrated

Learn to go with the flow more; practice releasing control

Take a warm bath/shower, especially at the end of the day; maybe have floating tea lights and calming herbs in the bath (safely)

Make a list of your favorite memories or memories that make you smile/laugh

Take lots of pictures, especially of things you find beautiful or dear to your heart

Try learning to kayak, paddle board, or something similar

Collect river rocks

Let go of things that no longer serve you

Recognize how far you've come; take a moment to acknowledge all your personal growth

Drink a warm tea or comforting beverage

Engage in activities that calm/relax you

Sit in silence for a bit; take this time to decompress or meditate; you're more than welcome to engage in quiet activities

Allow yourself to feel your feelings; find healthy outlets for these emotions (drawing, boxing, dancing, singing, etc.)

Practice forgiveness towards yourself; come to terms with past mistakes

Support environmental preservation organizations

Pick up trash from nearby rivers, streams, or creeks

Stand in river water; ground yourself using the waters; think of anything you want to let go of and imagine that as a paper boat floating away from you down the river

Try to maintain a consistent sleep schedule

Have a nighttime routine

Take care of yourself emotionally and physically

Listen to music that relaxes/comforts/soothes you; sing or dance to it

Leave a glass of river water out on your windowsill, especially at night; replace it if it starts getting gross or something

Make your space comfortable and relaxing for you; maybe decorate with cool colored fairy lights or fake vines

Hang up any pictures that make you think fondly of on your walls; keep a photo album

If you struggle to remember to do tasks, write yourself reminders and sticky notes in places you'll see them

Camp somewhat near a small stream or river (BE AWARE OF FLASH FLOODS!!!)

Practice mindfulness

If you swim, float on your back for awhile; if not, close your eyes while relaxing in a bathtub or while sitting in the shower

Burn incense that relaxes you (leave a window open for this to help your lungs)

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I will likely add more later as this list doesn't feel complete to me. This was pretty tough to come up with ideas for, but I did my best! For now, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Lethe. I hope someone finds this helpful. May Lethe relieve your pain and worries, if you wish her to. 🩵

List of Subtle Worship Master list

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Random Merlin Rewatch: Where a random number generator gives me a season and an episode from BBC Merlin; and then I comment on it as I go.

Today's episode: Season 1 Episode 6 - A Remedy to Cure all Ills

Before I start, let me just say, I'm really happy I'm getting to rewatch the earlier seasons. Of course the next random episode might be literally season 5 or something, but it's great that it hasn't happened yet.

Let's fucking start bitches

Not the wiggly evil fingers just a few seconds in.

Damn boy you got some dirty ass nails, wash your hands.

MORGWEN MY BELOVEDS!!!! Also the way Gwen looked at Morgana after she asked who'd she want the flowers to be from. Girl looked ready to risk it ALL, let me put a screenshot actually.

OUGHHHH the brainrot is real with these two

LIKE??????? GWEN'S THIRSTY (me too)

Alright girls, enough yearning please

Ugh, I hate the little sound the bug made when it dropped from the flower. Butthole clenched in digust.

Oh thank god they DON'T show it literally entering her ear. That would've been so gross.

LETS GO INTROOOOOO

Oh Gwen looks BEAUTIFUL in that yellow color. It does everything for her!!

"She's all but dead, Merlin." JESUS FUCKING CHRIST GAIUS

Most suspicious ruse of all time. "Oh, i have a cure for all ills. And also I know the king's ward is very sick. But anyways, I'll be at the inn :)." Bitch.

"But I'm not worried." me when I lie. Merlin is so bad at lying, jesus fuck

Merlin sits down to stop pacing. Arthur gets up and starts pacing. Two sides of the same coin or whatever.

Underrated Arthur shirt is the purplish one he wears in the scene where he begs Uther n Gaius to hear the strange man out. That color looks good on him. It might be his red shirt but in a weird lighting?? I can't be sure.

I really like when Gaius gets to talk all medical considering how limited the medicine world was at the time. It's really really cool, I love seeing this insight into what was possibly like to be a physician at the time. I don't of this happens much in the show.

Arthur really is so trusting when it comes to his loved ones. Of course he's not at fault, like he said what do they have to lose at this point, honestly I've done the same. It's just. Heartbreaking to notice that trait knowing what comes next.

"Science is knowledge." Merlin is such a nerd, I love him.

Oh, not Gaius and Edwin having a lying competition over here. There's a better term for it, but whatever.

Gwen is SO FUCKING GORGEOUS but girl please that's a fucking sorcerer, go AWAY be SAFE. She's so smart though. Immediately knew something was off. He tries to be all "She may die :(." to get her to be worried and not suspicious, but it literally doesn't work. She leaves the room but not because she thinks he's got Morgana's best interests at heart. She knows something is wrong. She also knows she holds no power. And on the chance that he is right and Morgana dies, she'd never forgive herself.

The fucking lying back and forth between Gaius and Edwin. Like. From the outside, it sounds like a perfectly normal convo. But they both know it isn't. And WE know it isn't 'cause we know Edwin's full of shit.

Interesting how Arthur isn't seated but Uther and Morgana are.

Who the fuck knocks on someone's door, doesn't hear an answer, and then just let's themselves in?? I'm sorry, if you're a stranger, I'm not doing that. The fuck's wrong with you Merlin, you nosy boy??

It is so sickening that these villains of the week have views that we can agree with. Yes, magic is a gift and can be a force for good, you're right! But it's because of Uther and his oppression that they turn bitter and ruthless and vindictive. And yes, you do have to eliminate those who are like Uther because they will only propagate the same corrupted and repressive beliefs. The problem, the layers, is that some of those people are actually very much capable of understanding the very fundamental logic that "Sorcerers deserve too live in freedom" but they're so filled with fear and propaganda of the contrary that it's so hard to get out of it. And that's why, if they killed Uther with magic, Arthur would hate magic even more (just like it happens in canon), which would then just repeat the cycle, etc etc. You need to uproot the system, but killing everybody is not the answer; but also having to teach such a fundamental thing, that certain humans deserve basic rights, is such a painful thing to teach, and the oppressed does not have the obligation to do so. But then the cycle just repeats and repeats and it's SHIT. Anyways.

It's so funny that in season 1 they hadn't figured out the cgi for the golden eyes so they just. simply don't show it.

The things Edwin say are like. Well-meaning. But there's just this off vibe that the most intelligent characters (Gaius, Gwen, Merlin) can just. pick up. And even though Merlin really likes what Edwin is saying, there's just something telling him... it's wrong.

Uther, of course, would never even believe anyone would just lie so blatantly and manipulate him like this because he thinks himself very intelligent; which is why he's falling for everythinggg that Edwin says. But, credit where credit's due, Edwin is an excellent liar.

Gaius wears the most cunty ring on his pinky finger, hello?

I want that ring bro.

Oop, not Gaius having his cowardice and betrayal shoved right in his face. I get it, you wanted safety. But there's consequences to your actions. And I know Gaius feels so guilty about all his friends that died at the stake while he remained safe and sound.

If Gaius would've left in this episode, replaced by Edwin, I bet Morgana would've felt so guilty. In her mind, her illness is what caused him to leave. Gaius truly was there for Morgana and Arthur in ways Uther simply could not.

OOP Gaius and Kilgarrah meeting!!!!!!!! I forgot this happened lmao

Gaius got a little taste of how infuriating the dragon is.

Wait, Gaius was employed for Arthur's birth? That's so interesting. He probably already lived in Camelot but he's been a court physician for 20 years. He was already quite old by then.

It's the way that Gaius is just. Ready to throw his whole life away to make sure Merlin is safe and sound. That's his fucking son, bro!!!

What the actual fuck, they're gonna make me cry :(((( Gaius called Merlin a blessing and his son, I can't.

THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE IM GONNA CRY

Gwen is so iconic, speak the fucking truth girl.

THAT ICONIC GWEN LINE YESSSSSSSSSS QUEENNNN

Not Gaius with his lil blanket and lil fire. He looks so smol, it's so funny.

Edwin could've waited a lil bit before going all murder on Uther. That just looks suspicious as fuck ngl.

GAIUS GETTING BLOWN BACK SHOULD'NT BE SO FUNNY BUT--

I wonder how Arthur knew that his father was ill. It means he went into his room, but why? Did he have some feeling about Edwin? About Gaius leaving? Was it some courtly concern? I'm assuming no one else would have the privilege of seeing Uther at night except for his son and ward so.

Yes, Merlin, just stare at the floating axe that's being controlled by the evil sorcerer right in front of you, you're so smart. Also the slow-mo is so goofy.

It's interesting that they shot both Merlin and Edwin's eyes up-close when they did magic, Merlin to do the golden eye effect, but for Edwin it seems that his pupils just change size. I wonder if not all sorcerers have their eyes glow, if it depends on the magic. Edwin is using dark magic, could it be that? That's interesting, imo. Dark magic equals no golden eyes. Kinda fun.

Violent ass death for Edwin, damn. Axe to head, bitchass

Oh it must be so weird for Merlin to be touching Uther like that. Like that's intimate as shit.

So cuteeee Gaius calling Merlin a genius, they're adorable. He's so proud. That was a feat, though, just pure improv and luck. Merlin is still a noob at controlled magic so this was really damn good.

Love that it's so canon that Gaius potions taste like fucking ASS. Uther's face, lmao.

Interesting that Uther asked if Gaius remembered his friends that burned at the pyre, and Gaius answers "All of them." and Uther doesn't even comment. As bonkers as it sounds, they truly are friends in some capacities. I wonder if Gaius could make Uther change his mind. Not Morgana or Arthur, but Gaius. But he made the choice to abandon magic, Uther presumed because Gaius understood its dangers, but if he were to find out that actually Gaius doesn't agree, I wonder what Uther would think about that. Like a genuine and open convo about it. I think he'd just arrest Gaius for it, but I don't know. I think there's at least some reality where he gives it some more thought. But I don't know if he'd ever repel the ban, more because he'd have to admit that he was wrong, and admitting you're wrong is also accepting and processing all the shit you did for that wrong thing, and I just think Uther is too cowardly to do so. He knows it would break his mind to truly process all the pain and horror he's caused; so no matter his inner philosophies, he'll never repel the ban, because the damage has been done, and he'd rather live like that than start anew in the new reality where he's wrong.

"In the fight against magic, you are the one person I can trust." yet again. Gaius going against this? Uther can't fathom it. He's so confident that Gaius is 100% on his side.

Arthur smiling at Gaius, awww.

Two pretty bestfriends. No wonder half the kingdom wants to fuck them both. Also what the fuck is a "freeman"??? Genuinely, what is it??

And that is it. Loved it, of course.

[zweetpea]

TBRAHE Chapter 2 the aftermath

Warning: Foul language, infidelity, pg13

After yesterday you just wanted to curl into your bed and never get out. That was until a cold little snoot booped you on the nose. 

“Riko, hey buddy. Where’ve you been? I missed my favorite boy.” You pulled the small white dragon into your arms; his golden hair swishing as you sat up with him on your lap. “How could Satoru be so cruel when he’s the reason that you’re in my life.” Riko had been Satoru’s wedding present for you. He meant it as a joke, but it’s not everyday that you find a docile curse. So, you kept Riko to spite your husband, or at least that’s how it started. Over time you’d grown attached to him.

“(Y/n)! The king is asking for an audience with you this morning!” Addison called from outside the room. 

“I’m coming! Addie please come in and prepare an outfit for me!” You called out. Riko hopped onto your head. 

“I’m already on it.” She smiled as she entered the room and walked into your wardrobe. You headed to the bathroom. “Your highness, how was your sleep last night?” 

“It was adequate.” 

“I’ve noticed that Riko has decided to grace us with his presence.” She snarked at the lizard. He growled at her comment. 

“Okay that’s enough Riko.” You gently pulled him off of you and placed him on the ground beside the tub. 

“I love you your highness, but I can’t understand how you can so casually walk around with him. He’s a curse and he was a gift from your no good husband.” 

“You said yesterday that he wasn’t so bad.” 

“Well that was before I knew that he was cheating on you.” 

“So I shouldn’t forgive him?” 

“No! Were you seriously considering it?” 

“Yes! You’re always so kind and you’re always trying to be the bigger person and forgive everyone.” 

“Well that’s because nobody has ever cheated on me and humiliated me as badly as he did to you. I was honestly considering not giving you the kings message but I was afraid that he’d have my head.” 

“Addie, no one will ever take you away from me. Not even the king, I won’t allow it.” 

“Thank you (Y/n). Now back to the subject of Riko.” 

“He’s just so cute! Plus he has regenerative abilities and-” 

“-And you’ve trained him to heel those in the palace plus he regenerates energy for you. I get that. You’ve only explained it about a hundred or so times. I don’t get how you aren’t afraid of him though. He’s pocket sized right now but at any moment he could turn on you. Just please be careful, okay?” 

You smile and pat the sweet blondes head. “I will be.” 

“Cmon then. Let’s get you dressed for the day.” Addison pulled you out of the tub and started to dress you in an off the shoulder gold dress with long flowing sleeves, and white branches embroidered on the big poofy skirt. Addison braided your hair in twin braids and set a silver crown with yellow sapphires on your head. 

The two of you walked to the dining hall engaged in pleasant idle chat. Riko hanging from your neck. 

As you enter the dining hall you take the seat next to the edge seat to keep some distance between you and your husband, who’s sat himself at the head of the table. “Must she be here?” You growl at your husband as he feeds Marissa chocolate covered fruits such as raspberries and orange slices. You’ve never been a fan of either fruit. 

Satoru looked over at you annoyed and the wench looked at you and screamed. “EW! It’s so disgusting! And the snake thing on its neck is gross too!” 

“(Y/n), I’ve told you so many times that if you want that curse to stay then you need to keep it in a cage.” 

“You always want to keep everything in a cage don’t you.” You mumble. You look over them and realize that your husband wasn’t wearing anything over his eyes. Every time you saw him he wore some three piece blue suit and a black blindfold or other cloth over it. Marissa on the other hand was dressed in a short pastel yellowish cream colored dress  with a dark blue feather shawl and a gold necklace with blue apatite gemstone and a small tiara headband to match. 

“Guards, take that curse back to her chambers.” Satoru waves. 

“Hey! Wait! Don’t hurt him! Satoru!” 

“You should refer to him as your majesty.” 

“Ugh. How dare you to talk to me that way! I seriously wonder who you think you are sometimes.” You stand to tower over the harlot. 

“Oh, well that’s simple.” 

“Maymay. Not now.” Satoru grumbled. 

“I’m going to be the future queen! Ruru is going to divorce you and marry me!” 

You slam your hands on the table and lean over. “Ha! Jokes on you then. By the terms of “Ruru”’s and my marriage contract if one of us divorces the other they loose their right to the throne!” 

“WHAT?! Ruru!” 

“Yeah, back like two hundred years ago there was this queen who had an affair with a her personal knight, while the king had an affair a duchess. Since the two never had any other children these two were the only ones who had claim to the throne. She is a descendant of the queen and I’m a descendant of the king. Since she’s older than me her father went to the high council and made a case for her to ascend the throne. Because he was a popular noble half of the court sided with him. So my idiot of a father decided to get her and I married to stop the court from breaking apart.” 

“Part of the arrangement was that if either of us were to ask for a divorce the other would loose their rights to the throne.” You smirk at Marissa’s scowl. 

“But- but if that’s the case, how can I be queen? You promised me that I’d get to be queen!” 

“I said that I’d rather have you as my queen, I never promised you anything!” 

“Satoru! I hate you!” She ran out crying. 

“Baby! Wait!” 

“You know that she’s just using you, right?” 

“How would you know?!” 

“Satoru, you’ve barely touched me. The only time you’ve kissed me was to officiate our marriage, you were too busy getting drunk with Shoko and Suguru at our banquet to dance with me, and to top it off we haven’t even consummated our marriage. You don’t love me. You won’t touch me. If she loved you, she wouldn’t care about our marriage because I am no threat to her.” 

“Maybe if you weren’t being such a bitch to her she wouldn’t see you as a threat!” 

“YOU were the one who brought YOUR MISTRESS to OUR ANNIVERSARY!” 

“I fell in love! I wouldn’t have cared if you did the same. You just whine so much about everything in your life.” 

“I can’t believe that you won’t take accountability for what you’ve done! You’ve embarrassed me so badly, yet you try to turn me into the villain. Can you please just tell me what you wanted to do that I can leave?” 

“Marissa is going to be living here from today forward.” 

“You know what? I’m not even going to be mad at you, because you and that whore don’t deserve any space in my thoughts!” You glared at him and spun on your heels to leave. 

You headed straight to your room to get Riko, but as you neared the door you saw Addison kneeling on the floor having a water bucket turned over her by another maid. You ran over there, grabbed the other maid by her throat and shoved her against the wall. “Who the hell do you think you are!?” 

“Hey bitch! Get your dirty hands off my personal maid!” You turned around at the insult and of course it was Marissa. 

“You listen to me little cock sucker, if this smelly, trashy, pig touches Addie again I’m going to kill her. I can’t just let this slight go though.” With your other hand you grabbed her hands and used your ability to twist and break the stupid maids pointer fingers. 

An ear piercing scream erupted from her as you dropped her and cradled Addison’s swollen face. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says as you bring her into your room. 

“We need to get your eye treated, it’s already starting to bruise. I don’t want you getting a black eye, you’re too pretty to let  some ugly skank ruin that.” You took Riko out of his cage and began to heal Addison. “Do you hate me for that?” You asked her. 

“No! I just don’t want the king to retaliate against you because of me.” 

“Oh please, I left 8 fingers. She can still work while the others heal.

“I had no idea that gravity manipulation could do that.” 

“Yeah. I just have to channel heavier gravity into one part and then make another lighter and it twists around. What was her name anyway?” 

“It’s so pretentious. It’s pronounced like “raw-shell” but it’s spelled similar to Rachel.” 

“You’re kidding me!” 

“Nope. Rachelle, it’s so dumb. Why would anyone choose that name?” 

“They hate their child and she hates herself. Do you feel better now?” 

“Yes, thank you.” She embraced you softly.

You held her tightly. “I love you, Addie. You’re my best friend and you mean the world to me.” 

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just please don’t go around yelling, “Off with their heads!” every time I get hurt, okay?” 

“Okay. Since it’s you who’s asking.” You say in a teasing tone. 

[lixenn]

I have some questions for Dave this time hehe

What was his first meeting with Chief like?

What was his original hair color?

I wonder if he gets along with Bel?

*crawls out of trenches, bloodied and covered in mud*

"I-" *huff* "I have fought in war and it was close but! I HAVE WON! The evil snippet has not defeated me!"

So now, I can finally answer this!! I'm sorry that it took so long Ein 🫠🥺🥺please forgive my tardiness 😣

Let me satisfy your curiosity!

Original hair color

Dave's hair used to be this really mousy brown and it just wouldn't do! No! He refuses! It was boring and common and absolutly clashed with his vibe so it needed to be adressed immediately. He bleached his hair the first time when he was 14 and it turned out horrible but he was still happy with his shitty dyejob because at least it was unique!

Dave and Bel

Do they get along? Ohhh boy, honey they get along like a house on fire! Dave and Bel often team up for pranks and mischief (Levi is one of their regular victims lol). Surprisingly Chief doesn't actually mind this relationship mostly because Dave tends to curb Bel's more ... homicidal tendencies. Dave prefers leaving his victims alive (though there's no guarentee for their sanity) mostly because killing them would limit his options for pranks. So when Dave and Bel plan mischief Dave puts his foot down about murder.

First meeting

As for that question....

Have a snippet!

The world is undoubtedly cruel. Criminally unjust. Life is filled with hurdles and hardships, with unimaginable challenges and dreadful chores.

Dan has been kicked out of his own office by an overly worried Lussuria.

(Honestly, the audacity of his doctor, the inhumanity. He is seriously considering a lawsuit.)

Apparently working for ten months straight without a break is “unhealthy” and “terrible for the skin, just look at those wrinkles Dani-boy”. Which is ridiculous in his humble opinion, he doesn’t have wrinkles. His skin simply has more character, more definition, that’s all. No wrinkles here, just a well-developed background story edged into his outer shell.

Nevertheless, Dan is left with no other choice than take the day off since he doesn’t want to deal with Lussuria drugging his tea again. One time was more than enough.

Well, at least he can use this opportunity to finally get some shopping done. His sister Is going to skin him alive if he shows up empty handed to her birthday again. Finding the perfect jewellery set to make up for his blunder took him some time but now he can at least cross that off his list.

He is slandering down the empty streets, enjoying the sunshine on his face, when his peaceful musings are interrupted by a body landing right in his path.

…

What?

Dan must have committed war crimes in his past life, it’s the only explanation. His former self probably kicked puppies for fun and slaughtered babies in their sleep because he can’t even take a stroll in the city without someone throwing bodies at his feet.

Puzzled and slightly annoyed Dan takes a closer look at the young man sprawled in front of him.

The first thing that catches his eye is the absolutely garish shade of neon green decorating the top of his head. Whoever did that dye job needs to be fired. His hair isn't the only thing that needed fixing though. He’s covered in bruises and dirt, blood is dripping from his nose and - Dan squints - is that a tooth on the pavement? Yes, it is. … Gross. Hopefully the guy knows a good a dentist.

The sound of footsteps alerts him to the arrival of even more people. Dan inspects the newcomers in irritation. There are three of them, all clad in ill-fitted suits, hair slicked back and fake gold rings on their fingers, making them look like stereotypical comic mafia goons brought to life. It would have been funny and something to laugh over with Squalo over coffee if said goons hadn’t interrupted his quiet afternoon with their petty disputes.

What a drag.

“You have five seconds.”

“Hah?” Goon #1 sneers at him, somehow turning even uglier in the process. “What do ya want, shrimp? Don’t ya see we’re a little busy here.”

Only sheer willpower prevents Dan from inspecting his nails in disinterest. Instead, he crooks an eyebrow, giving the idiotic trio his best deadpan fish stare.

“Three seconds.”

Goon #2 spots the Varia emblem on his hoodie and the Cloud clocks the moment he recognises what it stands for. He shakily points at Dan’s chest. “U-uhm… boss?”

“What?” Goon #1 snaps, but his gaze follows his friend’s finger and all colour leaves his face. “V-v-varia?”

Dan puts his hands in his hoodie pocket and smiles. “You rang?”

The way they freeze like a deer in the headlights. How they start quaking in their knock off designer shoes when realisations dawns upon them. The fear in their eyes.

Ah… making grown men piss their pants with a single look never gets old.

“By the way,” Dan drops his smile, his voice turning ice cold. “Your time is up. Better start running, boys.”

One would think that the Vendice are on their heels with how fast they scrammed.

Now, with that sorted.

Dan looks back the stranger who’s still lazing on the street. “You okay?”

“U-uhm yes…” he stutters with wide eyes that are filled with something uncomfortably close to awe. “Thank you so much.”

Feeling slightly awkward now, Dan avoids his shining gaze. “Don't mention it.”

“But-”

“Seriously don’t,” Dan interrupts him, combing a hand through his hair. He wishes this interaction was over already. He’s no good with shows of gratitude. “You should let a doctor check you over.” That should be enough polite concern, right? “I will be on my way then.”

Dan tries to speedwalk away to avoid further socialising but is hindered by a surprisingly strong grip on his hoodie.

Only his ingrained manners (thanks Mom) prevent him from breaking a hand and escaping anyways, which is probably for the best, the poor guy has enough injuries, no need to add broken bones to the list.

Dan turns around and sighs. “What is it?”

The young man gives him a solid try at puppy eyes. “What’s your name? I’m Dave by the way! You can’t just rescue me like a knight in shining armour and then disappear off into the sunset. That’s not fair at all.” He adds a pout to his pleading expression, which – in Dan’s humble opinion – just makes him look even more pathetic.

“Have you suffered head trauma recently?”

Dave cocks his head, confused. “I mean, one of them kicked my face for a bit but that was nothing, I’m good! They mostly focused on my upper body and limbs.” He lets go of Dan’s hoodie and lifts his shirt up to point at his battered torso in demonstration. “See?”

“Then, why are you spouting nonsense?” Dan takes a step back after he is freed from Dave’s clutches. “Run along and try to avoid getting beat up by shady men in the future.”

The puppy eyes start to fill with fake tears. “But they keep on finding me.”

Dan is suddenly overcome with a desperate need for coffee.

“And that’s my problem, how exactly?”

The responding grin sends shivers down his spine. It reminds him of Bel’s smug smile after he caught another one of his employees in his wire traps.

“Well, all your hard work would go to waste if they came back, wouldn’t it? So, how about you help a buddy out?” Dave winks and it would have been charming if his face wasn’t covered in dried blood. “You can start with your name and we will go from there.”

Dan barely lifted a finger, is this guy on crack? In fact… Is he trying to con him? This feels like a con.

Why did I even bother leaving my room today?

“Look, Dave,” he begins trying to salvage the situation, “if I tell you that Varia Housekeeping is always looking for new members, will you go away and let me enjoy the rest of my day off in peace?”

The other man’s jaw drops like Dan got on his knees and proposed instead of throwing in a job offer as distraction tactic.

Dan takes his surprise as an opportunity to exit the premises once again. This time he isn’t stopped physically but a broken “W-wait” still gives him pause and he reluctantly glimpses back. Dave has dropped his cocky façade leaving behind only shattered pieces and a tiny fragment of hope.

“Please. Tell me your name?”

His voice sounds fragile compared his confident tone before.

…

Dan has always been a sucker for the broken ones, hasn’t he?

Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“You can call me Chief.”

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Hope you liked the little sneak peak into Dave's mysterious past 😊! Honestly the delay was mostly because that meeting was fighting me with tooth and nail but I managed to get it done!

I feel like I wanted to add something else but I forgot because goldfish brain lol

Anyways keep being awesome like the legend you are Ein!! Hopefully I could brighten your dim days in study hell 💕✨😊

[tiktowafel]

I'm not sure if you've done her, but I shall still still ask, any Headcanons for kinoko?

(this color choices in this coloring are so ugly, i'm sorry. i made it like two years ago. back then the idea that two fabrics of the same color can look good while touching each other was beyond my comprehension, and i also haven't bothered to look up how lolita dresses actually look like. please forgive me lol)

as a child she was rather insecure of her quirk (and the interest in mushrooms that came with it) because other kids thought it was gross and weird

however, seeing pro heroes confidently show their quirks to the public and base their entire personas around them no matter how strange they were, gave her the courage to act the same about her own. now she views her quirk as unique and cute rather than weird, and she wants to be as popular as possible in the future - she hopes that maybe some kids with "weird" quirks will also feel inspired by her

in general she tries to express her uniqueness as much as she can, which is why she loves the over-the-top and cutesy lolita fashion

but she'll also wear anything she finds cute, like overalls, the oversized sweater + miniskirt combo, basically anything with polka dots on it...

(she probably hates wearing her school uniform lol)

of course her room is also overwhelmingly cute and girly. the floor is covered with fluffy rugs and there are countless mushroom pillows and sanrio plushies lying around

despite her quirk not being capable of creating it (i think that her quirk can only create mushrooms, not all fungi), she finds mold very fascinating. if it wasn't a health hazard, she would probably keep her spoiled food to see what kinds of mold grow on it

she's a great cook - she can make almost anything... as long as it has mushrooms in it

scrambled egg with mushrooms? easy as pie! regular scrambled egg? might end with the dorm kitchen burning down. somehow.

she also likes gardening, even if there aren't any mushrooms involved. she helps Ibara take care of all her plants, the two of them also want to turn a small part of the lawn surrounding the dorm building into a garden

she's obsessed with romance

her bookshelves are filled with romance novels and shoujo manga (along with mushroom encyclopedias, of course)

and she loves playing matchmaker for her classmates, along with Setsuna, her best friend. they have a special secret notebook dedicated to various more or less ridiculous ships featuring their friends, and even though they don't treat the whole thing very seriously, the notebook's content might just... instantly kill any uninitiated person who looks inside

it's kind of funny because with her Shipper Goggles™ she can see romance literally everywhere while also completely failing to notice Kuroiro's crush on her. she even considers him her type!

acts very fangirly about her favorite idols and pro heroes, definitely runs some kind of blog filled with simping, heart emojis, reposted fanart, photos of her poster-decorated bedroom walls, and aesthetic edits

oh yeah and she definitely reads and writes romance fanfiction about them. sorry not sorry #yourfavelikesrpf

that's all i have for her, hope you enjoyed these hcs :)

[mj-iza-writer]

Be warned: contains body horror.

Whumper was pushed to the floor to bow to Whumpee. He dared not fight the winged beast hovering behind him.

"I warned you", Whumpee looked at him angrily, "you could have just released me, but no, you had to play with the demons. Now they're ticked."

Whumper couldn't hide their fear.

"I-i thought you were making up stories. You know, I never thought you really had an army of demons to do your bidding", Whumper cowered, "please have mercy on me."

"Like you had mercy on me right?", Whumpee sat back on Whumper's couch, "this is quite comfortable, too bad I had to sit on the floor."

Some of the demons growled, including the winged one standing behind him.

"I'm just wondering what took my general so long to get me", Whumpee looked at one of the demons.

"My Queen, there was an old protection placed on this home, it goes back centuries. It took the magician several tries to break it", the general bowed, "please forgive me."

"I thought I felt something", Whumpee sighed.

"How did you get through the protection", the winged beast questioned.

"It must have allowed me in do to my unwanted invitation", Whumpee stood to leave.

"Where are you going?", Whumper fell and grabbed Whumpee's ankles.

The winged beast bent down to force him to let go, but Whumpee stopped him.

"I'm leaving, I have to regain control of my hoard of demons", Whumpee smiled, "don't worry Dracarys will keep you company, until,... well he'll explain."

"Explain what", Whumper looked up at the winged beast, "are you Dracarys?"

"I am. I am their majesties protector, and I'm not happy you stole them from me", Dracarys frowned, "you will suffer the punishment for mistreating them."

Whumper looked fearfully at Whumpee one last time, "please no, I'll do anything."

"You'll die for me, that is the thing I am requesting of you", Whumpee started to walk, "that is the price you will pay."

"Uh, anything else, please", Whumper cried out.

Dracarys happily grabbed Whumper, "their majesty has spoken, they are to be sacrificed by black death."

"Black Death?", Whumper whispered and eyed Whumpee.

Whumpee smiled, "it's much too gross for me to watch. Goodbye Whumper." With that Whumpee faded out and disappeared completely.

Dracarys had two demons hold down Whumper.

My blood is called Black Death. It is pitch black in color, and extremely thick and sticky. Once injested, it can not be brought back up", Dracarys took a knife and cut their arm, "you will feel it begin to eat away at your insides, it's starts in your stomach and eats from the inside out, and normally leaves your head last. You will feel every last horrible moment of this until you die."

"No please, I don't deserve that", Whumper cried, "you can't."

"I'm a demon. I don't have to follow your mortal rules. I also don't really care for you mortals, although I guess I'm protecting a few of them from a sicko like you", Dracarys squeezed his arm to force the blood out, "most human prisoners have said my blood is very sweet, so you should enjoy it, I've even had to force a few to stop."

Whumper fought against the demons holding him, they were too strong. He tried to keep his mouth clamped shut.

Dracarys kicked Whumper in the abdomen, and when Whumper screamed, he forced his arm into Whumper's mouth.

"You acted so tough to their royal highness, but now you cower in fear", Dracarys mocked, "I'm shocked my Master never showed their true power. You think I'm scary. Think about what the Master of a Hoard of Demons is capable of."

The thick substance oozed into Whumper's mouth. It was sweet.

Gulp.

They swallowed accidentally, and then another mouth full went down. There body was ignoring their pleas not to swallow. He had no control.

"That should about do it", Dracarys pulled on Whumper's nose to force him to let go, "it's addictive I know."

Whumper began to shake, he wanted more. He couldn't stop.

"That's the dangers of my blood. It's deadly because of what it does, but my victims always drink willingly after one mouth full", Dracarys smiled, "you are not going to like this next part, you'll be a pile of goop in a few minutes."

Whumper instantly felt bubbles in his stomach. He groaned, remembering what was said... but the blood was so.... stop, you just screwed yourself and you want more.

A burning sensation arose from their throat, they started to cough.... was that blood on their carpet... there blood. Another cough.

"Your body is trying to fight my blood, it's so thick and sticky though. You are going to be coughing up a lot of crap", Dracarys grinned, "this will teach you a lesson. Unfortunately, that lesson is also going to kill you"

Whumper cursed, then coughed up more.... uh, chunks.

Their body felt as though it was tearing apart, the pain had transferred down their legs. It was moving into their shins and ankles.

Whumper gasped, "make it stop."

"I can't, that blood is in you", Dracarys wiped a tear that had formed in Whumper's eyes, "I wonder, how many times did their royal highness ask you to make the pain stop, but you didn't?

Whumper's eyes grew sorrowful, "I'm sorry."

Whumper's legs had begun to bleed, most of their lower body was bloody now. Inner body tissue was starting to poke through the tearing melting skin. Their guts were starting to budge.

They screamed curses at the group of demons watching. Their agony had only gone for maybe a minute, but it felt like eternity.

"Oop we got bone poking through", Dracarys pointed at his knee.

Whumper tried to look down, their neck was starting to be eaten away. They felt their head fall over.

They screamed again, gargling blood. Their voice cut out completely.

"Your vocal cards are gone, you can't talk anymore", Dracarys grinned, "remember you put this on yourself."

Whumper groaned as their body continued to melt into the carpet. They managed to force a glare before completely succumbing to the black death.

Dracarys sighed, "the ending always goes so fast."

They could hear Whumpee's call now, they were calling their hoard back together. They had been gone for quite a while, and it had gotten a little out of control.

"All of you go their highness, I'll finish here", Dracarys commanded.

The demons dispersed, leaving Dracarys with the goopy mess Whumper left.

Dracarys snapped their fingers and created a fireball in their hand. Soon the entire house was on fire. Dracarys smiled at the sight and left to find Whumpee.

"Your highness the deed is done", Dracarys bowed, "what is your next command."

"Catch me", Whumpee had felt their body weakening more now.

Dracarys quickly left forward and caught Whumpee as they fainted.

"This hoard needs to follow me as we return to the castle, their highness needs the magician now", Dracarys hurried into the air, and they cradled Whumpee in their arms.

Whumpee moaned as they were laid in front of the magician.

The magician sighed, "between that protection on the house and what their captor did, they are very weak now. They should have waited to call of you together, that used up what was left of their strength."

"Is there anything you can do for them?", Dracarys looked at Whumpee's body, "my queen seems so weak."

"I can offer a place for them to rest, you will have to keep control over the hoard until they can do it again", the magician looked over Whumpee, "nothing else can be done, they're tired and weak."

"May I stay with them, if they are weak, I'd rather know they are safe in their weakened state", Dracarys frowned, "I don't want to risk losing them, I sat beating at that window for weeks trying to get to them. I can't leave them again."

"You can stay with them", the magician nodded.

"Dracarys", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes your highness", Dracarys bowed.

"Carry me to the window", Whumpee whispered their command.

Dracarys looked at the Magician before picking Whumpee up and taking them to the window.

Whumpee summoned the last of their strength.

"I leave this hoard in the hands of my Dracarys until my strength returns", Whumpee commanded before going limp.

Dracarys laid them into a bed the Magician quickly made for them. They bowed.

"You have my word, I will protect you", Dracarys promised.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

[samspenandsword]

The Coffee House: Commander Fox/Reader (Fem) — Part 6

Summary: You and your friend Aayla Secura decide to have a night out at the popular clone bar, 79's. And of course, both of you meet your marshal commanders there. Pairing: Commander Fox/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance other than outfit color. Rating: MA, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE) Warnings: Mature content, no smut, allusions to sex, mature/adult themes, mild horniness, kissing in public — language, alcohol, adults having fun, lots of banter and friendship antics, flirting, mentions of Blyla. Word Count: 5.2k

Part 5

Part 7

I need to apologize for the absolutely horrendous amount of time it took for me to update this story. Please, everyone, forgive me, I hope this makes up for it!

Also, think of Corellian Cream as the Star Wars equivalent of Irish Cream liqueur.

ATTENTION: After posting this piece, I will be throwing out my current taglist. So if anyone wants to continue being tagged in my works, please proceed to this new form.

When was the last time I washed this blanket? you idly thought to yourself, lying facedown on the couch, face firmly planted in the soft fabric of the blanket in question. You sniffed again, making a mental note to toss it in with the next load.

Laughter echoed out from the open door to the fresher. An accented voice said, "Beanie, you're so dramatic."

"It's a gift."

There was more laughter. The figure of Aayla Secura emerged from the fresher, makeup half-applied. You and the Twi'lek Jedi Knight had become good friends in the time of the war. Aayla had always liked coming in to your coffee house before the war, for caf and some time away from The temple. Now she came in for some time away from the chaos of the war overtaking her life and home. You eventually started offering her the second bedroom and fresher in your apartment. At first, she had only accepted when she really needed a place to crash away from the hubbub of the Temple and barracks. By now, she had sort of become your unofficial roommate.

Along with a certain commander of hers.

You pushed yourself up, groaning.

"Come on, Beanie, time to get ready."

"I am ready."

"For 79's? I don't think so."

You smirked a bit. "For a night in."

"No." Aayla emerged from the fresher. "No, no, no. You're going out tonight."

"Don't want to."

"Too bad. I want to do your makeup, and you've got a brand new outfit to wear."

You frowned with confusion. "No, I don't?"

Aayla wore a smirk on her plump lips. "Yes, you do. Check your closet."

"Aayla, what did you do?"

She simply turned and strode back into the fresher. "Oh, nothing, really."

"Liar." But you were grinning. Going to your closet, you found, front and center, a new clubbing outfit in a perfect coffee brown. You beamed.

"I knew you'd like it," Aayla preened, a happy, yet subtly bragging sort of pride in the tone of her voice. You wondered, every time you heard it, if she'd picked up the tone from Master Vos. Aayla looked like a goddess. Her lashes were long and dark, and every time they fluttered, her eyeliner shimmered. Her lips were plump and a nice dark purple that matched the color of her dress. It was a stark difference to her usual brown Jedi leathers.

"Come on, time to get ready," Aayla ushered. The silver jewelry circling her arms and lekku jingled lightly as she shoved you towards your fresher.

"Not too much, Aayla," you said, accepting your fate with only a small measure of false resignation, and a lot of hidden excitement. "I still want to look like myself."

Aayla smiled.

One hour later, you stood in front of your mirror, and you looked good.

"I'll be staying at a hotel tonight," Aayla's accented voice cut through your thoughts. You frowned a little.

"You sure? The room is yours whenever you want it."

Aayla smiled. "I'm sure. I've got a full week of mandatory leave, after all."

She winked. You understood and jokingly gagged.

"Oh, gross. I didn't need to know that."

Aayla snorted lightly at the look on your face.

"How is Bly?" you asked. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's good," Aayla said, unable to help the smile that grew at the thought of him. You were the only one she had ever confided in about the true nature of their relationship. "Oh, and before I forget, he asked me to give you something."

Aayla held up a new mug with a flourish, and you burst out laughing. The mug was stupidly big, large enough to hold an entire pot of coffee, and had Bly's smiling face printed on it.

"His pretty mug on a mug," you said, giggling. "It's perfect, I love it!"

You gave it a quick rinse in your sink, knowing you'd use it first thing tomorrow morning.

"Now," Aayla said, grabbing her bag, "you need to drink something other than coffee and whiskey tonight, otherwise it won't be a real night out."

That was fine. You could just drink coffee and Corellian Cream.

"No coffee and Corellian Cream, either."

You huffed petulantly at the woman.

"Tall order, Aayla."

"And you can't just drink beer, either. It has to be a proper cocktail."

"Any other orders, General?"

Aayla shot you a look, but quickly smirked. "Yes. You must flirt with at least three different people tonight."

"Ah." You pretended to think about it. "What constitutes 'flirting,' exactly?" You did air quotes.

"Letting one buy you a drink, dancing with another, and going home with a third," Aayla listed.

You burst out laughing again. "I don't know, Aayla," you said, giggling. "I'm not much one for flirting."

Aayla snorted. "Beanie, you are one of the flirtiest people I've ever met."

"Friendly, Aayla. I am friendly."

"Whatever you say."

You rolled your eyes. "Are we gonna go or not? You said you'd buy me a cocktail."

"I did not say that."

"Yes you did."

"I said you had to drink a cocktail, not that I'd buy it."

"Yeah, pretty sure you said you'd buy it."

Aayla rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. "Fine. Whatever. Now let's go already. We look hot and we're way too sober."

You giggled. "Let's go."

The club 79's was always fun, and always hopping any time you went. And you knew it was going to be an... interesting night when you saw Rex's boys, Cody's boys, the Wolfpack, and Aayla's boys all piled into the place.

"General!" Several of Aayla's boys waved from where they were at the bar or on the dance floor.

"Hi, Beanie!" There were several choruses of your name as well, and you grinned and winked at the boys crowding the dance floor.

Aayla leaned in close to murmur, sarcastically, "Friendly."

You winked at her, too. "You know it."

You and Aayla had only taken a few steps toward the bar when your attention was stolen by an arm sliding smoothly around your shoulders.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Jesse, what a surprise."

You looked into the smiling, tattooed face of one of Rex's boys.

"Beanie, beautiful as always," he said, nose crinkling with his wide grin. "Might I buy you your first drink?"

"Ooh," you said, sucking in a light breath through your teeth and clicking your tongue a little. "I would like that, really, but unfortunately," you winked over at Aayla again, who looked entirely amused, "I'm spoken for."

Jesse chuckled, opening his mouth to respond, but a loud voice cut him off.

"Jesse! You were supposed to bring her over, not keep her to yourself!"

"Fuck off, Fives!"

But all the same, Jesse escorted you and Aayla over to a large booth where several of Rex's boys, including Rex, sat drinking. A round of shot glasses sat turned over on the table and each of them were either sucking down beer or sipping something harder.

"Beanie, Beanie, Beanie," Fives greeted, his smile so quintessentially Fives. "You are a vision."

"And you, Fives, are a pain in the ass."

The 501st roared with laughter.

"Beanie!" Fives put a hand to his chest. "That's just cold. Why must you hurt me like this?"

"Because you deserve it."

Jesse squeezed you tight with the arm still slung around your shoulders while Hardcase's loud guffaws drew gazes to the group. Kix and Tup did nothing to hide their laughter either.

"What did I do?" Fives said, trying and failing to look and sound innocent.

"You know what you did," you sniffed, nose curled in a dramatic sneer."

"What did he do?" Jesse butt in, sliding into the seat Fives had vacated and smirking shittily when Fives gave him a small glower.

"He broke one of my mugs."

There was a stunned beat of silence.

"Di'kut."

"Dude, you're fucked."

"Vod, you know better."

"How do you live with yourself?"

Rex side-eyed Fives a little, but addressed you. "He broke a mug and you let him live?"

Fives laughed, but there was a nervous tinge to it. His eyes widened just the smallest bit when he realized you were still staring at him, nose curled. It took all you had not to crack.

"Need to make sure the body won't be found."

Jesse barked a laugh while Hardcase cackled. "We can help with that!"

You broke into a grin as Fives smacked his brothers.

"Beanie loves me," Fives whinged, before throwing you a garish wink.

You puffed your cheeks in a little gag. Jesse and Hardcase just about fell over laughing again.

Tup, who wore a wide, amused grin of his own, called to Fives, "I think Kix has some bacta if you want to nurse that burn."

Kix didn't even look up as he knocked back the rest of his drink. "I'm off duty."

Everyone laughed, and you winked at Fives in between giggles. Rex merely chuckled, smiling pleasantly and swirling a glass of whiskey. His smile widened when you looked over at him.

"Hey, Beanie," he said, in a proper greeting. He kissed your cheek. "You look good. You, too, General Secura."

Aayla had been laughing quietly during the entire encounter. "Thank you, Captain. Are you boys having a good time tonight?"

"Sure are, General!"

"Good. I hope you'll make sure Beanie has a good time as well, but I believe I owe her a drink, so please, excuse me."

You continued to catch up with the boys in blue, feeling Fives' eyes on you all the while. Finally, you quirked a brow at him.

"All right, spit it out, Fives."

He grinned. "I heard a rumor."

"Oh?"

"Beanie's been gettin' some lovin'."

"What??" Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, and Tup's heads all instantly snapped up, eyes wide and fixed on you.

You feigned surprise. "Now where'd you hear a thing like that?"

Hardcase smacked Fives and Jesse. "She didn't deny it. You didn't deny it!"

You glanced sideways at Rex, who smothered a smirk lightly behind his glass.

"Is it true?" Jesse waggled his eyebrows salaciously. "You been gettin' some lovin', Beanie?"

"Are they here?" Hardcase gasped, straightening and looking around frantically. "Are they here?"

"Don't feel like you have to answer, Beanie," Kix cut in, rolling his eyes at his brothers. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Kix." You smiled, genuinely at first, before allowing a tinge of mischief to color it. "Next visit to my coffee house is free."

The others groaned and Kix grinned.

"Looks like I missed something." Aayla materialized beside you, holding two drinks. Yours was a swirling purple and tasted like berries, a subtle tartness lingering on your tongue.

"Beanie's seeing someone, General Secure," Fives tattled, without remorse and smiling like a little shit. "And she was just about to tell us who it is."

"I was not."

An absolutely predatory smile spread across Aayla's face. "Is she now?"

"No, I'm not."

"And here I thought you had agreed to flirt with at least three people tonight."

You fluttered your lashes at her. "I let you buy me a drink, didn't I?"

Aayla's lip twitched. "Well played. And who were you planning on dancing with?"

You tapped your chin with thought, a devious look flashing across your face. "I was thinking Commander Wolffe."

"I would pay to see you drag him onto the dance floor," Rex said. You all looked over at another booth, where Boost, Sinker, and Comet were laughing uproariously at something and Wolffe was sighing and rolling his eyes.

You smirked at Rex. "The night is young."

"Is it him?" Hardcase said, trying and failing to keep the excitement in his voice to a minimum.

You smiled, amused. "No."

"Oh, come on!"

"Well, who is it, then?" Jesse demanded.

"Not telling."

"Please?" Fives pleaded.

"No."

"Ah, come on, Beanie —" Hardcase suddenly cut himself off. "The Coruscant Guard is here!"

You felt yourself tense with the effort to not whirl around.

"Aah, man! They always out-drink us."

"Hound gets all the girls on the dance floor."

"Commander Thorn, too."

Rex looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. You knew from that look alone that Fox was there. You tightened your grip on your glass, physically stopping yourself from wheeling around and jumping him in the middle of the club.

"Nevermind the Corries," Fives dismissed. "I still want to know who snagged Beanie."

"Not telling."

"I'll buy you your next drink?"

"No. And, uh, I think it's time to make the rounds, so I'll see you boys later."

"Ahh, Beanie!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Bye, Beanie!"

As you and Aayla strode away, you heard Fives say, "Okay, Rex, who is it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Fives."

You made a mental note to give Rex free coffee for life."

"So when were you going to tell me?"

You were brought back to the present by Aayla's question.

"Soon."

"Uh-huh, and who is it?"

"It's, uh, a guy. A clone. And before you ask, yes, he is here tonight."

Aayla looked at you. "It's not actually Wolffe, is it?"

You laughed. "No, it's not."

"And the captain?"

"Who, Rex? I almost wish it were, that gorgeous man, but alas, my heart is held by another."

Aayla rolled her eyes fondly at your dramatics. "And the ARC trooper? Fives?"

You made a face, genuinely horrified at the idea. "That would be like dating my stinky younger brother."

Aayla snorted.

"Now, I think it's time for me to let you go, because I see Bly, and I think I've kept you from your commander long enough."

It was a blatant, blatant evasion tactic. One that Aayla didn't go for.

"At least give me a hint."

You thought of Fox, unable to help the giddy smile on your face. Aayla lit up at the sight of it.

"Let's just say you're not the only one who's snagged a marshal commander."

Aayla's jaw dropped, then she burst into happy laughter. "You're telling me everything later. And I do mean everything."

"Bye, Aayla."

And she sashayed her way towards Bly, who had hearts in his eyes. They were so perfect.

You sipped your drink, happily basking in the atmosphere, but you weren't alone for more than thirty seconds before more clones came up to you, greeting you with smiles and the occasional hug. Waxer and Boil came up, Waxer giving you a warm hug while Boil squeezed you with one arm. Waxer was quick to launch into stories of his and Boil's latest missions, complete with waving arms and lots of eyebrow expression. Boil was sure to downplay and correct all of Waxer's exaggerations, his mustache twitching with irritation and amusement.

Waxer ignored him the whole time, smiling.

Cody raised his tumbler glass at you from down the bar. You toasted him back and drained what was left in your glass. You swiftly ordered another, committing the cocktail name to memory. You quite liked it.

Boost and Sinker were the next ones you saw. Boost looked like he had refreshed the red color of his hair, and Sinker's was so pale you knew he had recently toned it. Sinker had the usual joke about Boost's hygiene on his lips and Boost's eye roll looked impressively like Wolffe's.

"Got a new mug for you, Beanie," Boost said, scars on his face stretching with his casual smile.

You beamed at him.

"Really?"

"I'll be by tomorrow to drop it off."

"You mean we'll be by -"

"Hey, Beanie!"

Comet, who had cut Sinker off, didn't stay longer than to down the shot in his hand, slam the glass down, and disappear towards the freshers.

"Drop by anytime, Boost. But you're on leave. Sleep in some for me."

"It's your own fault you're up at the very ass crack of dawn every day."

"Please don't remind me. I'm trying to have fun here."

Sinker smirked towards Boost. "Yeah, Boost, she's trying to have fun. She can't very well do that with you around."

"Asshole."

You shook your head fondly at them. Never had you met two brothers who gave each other more shit than these two.

Except maybe Jesse and Fives.

Or Hunter and Crosshair.

Or Cody and Fox.

Okay, so brothers would be brothers.

The next hour or so passed with you bouncing from trooper to trooper, filled with genuine joy to see them all again, happiness at meeting ones you never had before, and the start of a buzz through your system. You chatted with Bly and Galle, Hawk and Broadside, Ridge and Appo and Vaughn. It was about two hours after arriving when you finally excused yourself from where you were talking with Crys and Wooley to get another drink.

Sliding up to the bar, empty glass disappearing onto the tray of a serving droid, you found yourself next to Fives once more.

"Well, well," he said. "Long time no see."

You quirked an eyebrow. "Not long enough."

"You are just piling it on tonight."

You giggled. "Oh, I'm just teasing, Fives. You know that."

The bartender came over and you ordered an espresso martini. It was not on Aayla's list of banned drinks.

"You and your coffee," Fives said, shaking his head fondly. "Hope your paramour knows they're competing with coffee for your heart."

You grinned. "He knows."

Fives nodded, sagely. "Good. I would hate for you to be leading the poor guy on."

You snorted. Fives sobered suddenly.

"I hope you know that even though I was poking at you earler, I don't want you to feel pressured to tell me who you're seeing."

Your smile softened. Oh, Fives...

"I know." You squeezed his arm. "And I hope you know I'm not actually mad at you for breaking a mug."

Fives chuckled, but it sounded a little relieved. "I know. He squeezed you to his side in a hug.

There was a beat.

"Rex knows who it is though, doesn't he?"

You huffed a small laugh. You should've known better than to think Fives had believed Rex earlier. Rex had the single worst poker face in the galaxy.

"Yes."

"It's a vod?"

"Yes."

Fives looked at you, in a rare moment of profound sincerity. "You're happy?"

Your expression softened even more, before widening into the smile that you could never seem to hold back when thinking of Fox. Fives pulled away to peer at you when you didn't answer right away, and froze at the sight of the smile.

He'd never seen you smile like that before.

"Completely."

"I can see that." Fives finally relaxed, chuckling. "Well, then I'm happy for you, Beanie. And if he hurts you, I get to be first in line to beat his ass."

You laughed, loud and bright. This wasn't the first time you'd heard someone threaten Fox if he hurt you. You'd been the recipient of a few shovel talks, too, but you couldn't help laughing at the idea of Fives, even with all his ARC trooper training and armor, squaring up against Fox. Like a scrappy baby brother defending your honor.

"He would've been happy for you, too, you know."

Your laughter quieted, and your smile wobbled at the thought of who Fives was referring to.

Echo.

"I miss him." Your voice was quiet, and you wondered if Fives even heard you over the music and din of the club.

The way he squeezed you back into his side said he did.

"Me too."

You couldn't help but shiver at the empty feeling on your other side, where the other Domino Twin had usually stood, squeezing you between him and Fives.

You missed Echo so much. You missed his hugs, his smile, his exasperation with Fives, his helping hand, his bad jokes, his own penchant for chaos. You missed him so bad.

You couldn't even imagine what it was like for Fives.

You turned towards the bar, never leaving Fives' grip, and ordered a pair of shots. Spotchka. A distinctly bitter alcohol with a sharp, sour aftertaste. A sharp electric blue in color. Echo's favorite.

Neither of you said anything as you clinked glasses in a toast and drank.

And immediately gagged afterward.

"Shit!"

"Fuck, that is awful!"

"How did he drink this!"

Even you, who drank strong coffee all day, every day, could not stand the sour bitterness of spotchka.

You and Fives quickly burst out laughing.

Fives squeezed you one last time before letting go.

"Thanks, Beanie. Now, excuse me while I order something to wash the vile taste from my mouth."

Your laughter was bright as Fives strode down the bar. You picked up your drink, dark and a little foamy on top, and took a sip. The sweetness from the coffee liqueur and simple syrup made you hum with happiness. You were glad Aayla had convinced you to come out tonight. You were having a lot of fun.

"Beanie!!"

A pair of arms swept around you, lifting you from the ground, squeezing you tight and ignoring you as you shrieked, "Careful!"

Hound grinned as he set you down. His long curls were unruly and tousled around his face, and his eyes were glassy with the effects of alcohol.

"It's so good to see you, Beanie!"

Your lips twitched. He had seen you yesterday morning. "You're lucky you didn't spill my drink, Hound."

He flapped his hand. "I'd get you a new one."

"Yes, you would."

"Maker, Hound, she's here to have fun, not deal with your drunk ass."

"I'm not drunk!"

You smiled, amused, into your drink. Hound very much was drunk, and Thire knew it, too.

"Sorry, Beanie."

"It's fine, guys. Honestly. You're here to have fun, too. So have fun."

"Let's dance, Beanie!"

And before you could say anything, to either accept or refuse, Hound had thrust your drink into Thire's hands and dragged you into the throngs. You could just barely hear Thire's yell as the beat of the bass began to rumble in your ears and chest.

Dancing with Hound was always fun. Dancing with a drunk Hound was a straight-up riot. The man was a good dancer even sober, but with the alcohol in his system, he seemed to lose all inhibitions. No move was too silly. No song was undanceable. No twist or turn was too wild and no one off-limits as a dance partner. One moment you found yourself being twirled around and another saw Hound shimmying towards a giggling Togruta with body chains across his chest.

To say Hound lost interest in you after that was an understatement.

You mentally chuckled. A hound, indeed.

After that, you were quick to weave your way off the dance floor. You spotted Thire over at a table with other members of the Coruscant Guard.

Including Fox.

"He ditch you?" Thire asked as you settled on Fox's side, eyes alight with amusement. He passed you your glass.

"Thoroughly." You sipped the martini, it being less foamy now, but no less delicious.

"Who was it?"

"A Togruta who is, and I say this with love, way out of his league."

Thire snorted.

"Good for him," Stone commented. "Better feel good tonight, cause he's not gonna feel good tomorrow."

"Him?? We're not gonna feel good tomorrow," Thorn groused, only half-joking. "We're the ones who have to listen to him bitch about the hangover."

You giggled lightly. Hound could be quite colorful and dramatic when suffering hangovers. You made a note to expect him tomorrow right at open, ready for a caffeine infusion.

Fox quietly chuckled as his brothers continued to wax poetic about how Hound could wax poetic about his hangovers. He wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your temple.

"Decided on a night out?"

"Aayla did. Dragged me along. I was only semi-unwilling."

"General Secura's here? Explains why I haven't seen Bly."

You smiled. It made sense that Fox knew about them. Fox usually seemed to know, but you also knew that he and Bly were close.

"He's that way if you wanted to see him," you said, gesturing towards the other side of the dance floor.

Fox swallowed the sip of wine he'd taken before leaning down, lips brushing your jaw.

"And why would I go see him when you're standing right here?"

You shivered minutely. You could hardly believe just how much this man affected you. With just the smallest touch and quietly murmured, coy question, he'd made warmth bloom in your core. You took a swallow of your drink.

"I see your point."

Fox huffed a tiny laugh against your skin before kissing your cheek. His arm held you tighter.

"Would you stop?" a whine sounded. You and Fox looked at Thorn. "It's really demoralizing for us single folks."

Fox simply raised his wine glass back up. "So go away."

"Oh, Maker, they're not gonna kiss are they? I'm not drunk enough for this."

You'd think Thire was your child, the way he said it.

"If they do, I'm not sticking around to see it."

And that was Stone, slamming back his beer and making a swift getaway towards the bar. Thire was right behind him.

You and Fox stifled grins and laughter. His hand rubbed small circles on your waist.

"You gonna be able to open tomorrow?" Thorn asked, nodding towards your drink.

"Yeah, I'll be good," you said. "Tomorrow's reduced hours."

Even though you were open every day, two days a week were reduced hours at your coffee house. It allowed you to sleep in past dawn on occasion. And have the occasional afternoon off to run normal errands. 

Or binge the most recent holoseries. 

"She better be, we're planning on coming by tomorrow."

You grinned up at Wolffe, who sauntered towards the table. His facial expressions were looser and more relaxed than usual, and his grin was more openly teasing than when he was sober.

"Boost apparently has a new mug for me," you commented idly. The smile dropped right off of Wolffe's face. He remembered very well the other mug Boost had given you.

Fox didn't even bother to smother his smirk at the memory of it either.

Wolffe shot him the stink eye.

"I think Bly and his boys are going to be in tomorrow, too," you said, stifling your amusement. If only for Wolffe's sake.

"Cody said he was planning on being there in the afternoon. Knowing him, he'll drag Rex'ika in with him."

You visibly brightened at the possibility of seeing them all again so soon.

"Fox was going to give us a long lunch break tomorrow," Thorn said, happily ignoring his brother and commander's gaze.

"I'll consider it."

"Meaning he's already decided to do it," Wolffe said, smirking.

"Looks like I'll have a full house tomorrow," you mused. "Might close earlier. Make a private party out of it."

The boys all looked happy at the idea of that. Fox's hand lowered to squeeze your hip affectionately.

Wolffe and Thorn soon started talking about Wolffe's latest missions. You listened quietly, but contentedly. Fox was quiet too. You leaned more fully into his side as he kissed your temple.

"Don't be gross," Wolffe groused. The sparkle in his eye told you he was teasing.

You and Fox were nothing if not willing to give him shit back.

So Fox instantly turned you to him and kissed you fully.

He tasted of the wine he'd been drinking earlier. His tongue laved across your own, savoring the remnants of espresso and vodka. You could feel a hint of stubble against your cheek, and the strong weight of his arm around you. His kiss was like putting on noise-cancelling headphones. Blocking out your surroundings and amplifying the sensation of Fox. Just Fox. And the way he kissed you like he would never have enough.

"Oh, great."

You could practically hear Wolffe’s eye roll, mentally laughing. But Fox didn’t seem to care, hand pressing tighter to your hip to keep you in place. And you forgot all about Wolffe.

“Really?!”

Fox’s lips left yours, only to attach to the curve of your neck. You gasped a little and clenched your fingers where they'd gripped into his armor.

“Yeah, they’re disgusting aren’t they?”

“How do you put up with it?”

“Screaming and throwing up, mostly.”

Wolffe and Thorn’s voices faded as they left, Wolffe likely going to bleach his eyeballs with Thorn as moral support.

Fox’s lips curled into the barest smirk against your skin.

“Jackass,” you said, fondly.

Fox’s smirk widened, but he didn’t respond. He simply reconnected your lips.

And you forgot about everything else.

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You and Fox made your way back to your apartment not long after that, whistles and gags coming from the Wolfpack and Corries. You fluttered your lashes at them all while Fox flipped a rude finger their way.

Laughter, the thrum of the music, and the comfortable buzz of alcohol followed you out.

Fox was quick to kiss you when the door to your apartment closed, fingers cupping your neck tenderly enough to contrast with the heat of his lips. He hummed against you, other hand massaging your lower back.

"Remind me to thank General Secura for getting you to come out," he murmured against you. "You looked fantastic."

You hummed back, enjoying the simultaneous passion and languidness of the kiss.

"She got me the outfit, too."

"I owe her a gift."

Your giggles were muffled as he kissed you again.

And again.

And again.

But soon, he pulled back, nuzzling to your cheek, eyes closed and a small, content smile lingering on his lips.

"Bed?"

"Bed."

You and Fox went about your routines in comfortable silence. Fox removed his armor with practiced ease, despite his increasing tiredness. The armor was then placed, along with his body glove, in the trunk in your closet. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and climbed into bed. You smiled softly at the sight as you came out of the fresher. He was sprawled out, his curls flopped in a glorious mess over his face, which looked loose and sleepy.

He looked comfortable. Safe. At home.

"Can feel you staring, cyar'ika," he mumbled.

You went to the side of the bed and leaned down, smoothing back his hair. He cracked an eye open, humming when you kissed his forehead.

Maker, you loved this man.

"Coming?" Fox asked, voice rumbling with tiredness.

"Mhmm, lemme just change real quick."

You padded back into the fresher to finish your bedtime routine. You were done only a couple minutes later and went back into the bedroom to hear your pad ping quietly.

>Got yourself quite the fox, didn’t you?

You couldn’t help grinning sleepily at the comm from Aayla.

>You have no idea ;)

Aayla replied with a simple, resounding vomiting emoji.

You giggled.

Setting your pad aside, you sleepily began to tug on your pajamas, the alcohol buzz from the night long since calmed into a sleepy haze. But just as you went to leave your pad to charge, it pinged once more.

>FOX? Your partner is Commander FOX?!?

The message from Fives brought a tired smirk to your face.

>Still want to beat him up?

>Fuck.

You laughed quietly, tucked yourself into bed next to Fox, and fell asleep.

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The Behr´s - part. 3

The final part is here and yes, I did save the best for last ;) at least it is for me!

I´ll start with the basement, it was a journey 😅

Basement

The basement door is at the dining room, at the very far corner of it. And this is the first thing you see, and now looking at it is kinda spooky hahaha it wasn´t really my intention tho. The one on the left is Candy´s space and the one on the right is just an old bookcase... or maybe it´s not...🧐 (it´s not actually. It´s that secret gaming/lounge space for Yuki I mentioned on part 1, forgive my cheesy atempt on being mysterious)

Let´s see the night club first!

Nightclub - Candy´s Space

So the first thing I was certain about this build when I started it, was to put the DJ booth on the basement. The build originally didn´t have one, but that thing is huge, and I wasn´t feeling it! I wanted hte house to be very old, the dj booth was very out of place you know? So that´s what I did!

It was hard to make it look cool and dark and vibey, I took way too long deciding wich color the lights were going to be, but at the end I can say that I´m proud of it!

*of course, now that i´m seeing it after some time, i would change some things but, that´s just me being too picky*

Secret Gaming... Dungeon (? idk) - Yuki´s Space

Now THIS was my favorite room to make and decorate. I surprised myself, was not expecting to like it so much!

But why behind a secret door? Well, the lore I made up on my head was that Candy took the "only" room of the basement because she is in charge now, she is the one that have to pay the bills in time, go grocery shopping, help and guide her younger sister, because Yuki now sees Candy as her role model. The nightclub is something that Candy can make some money off of it as well so everything made sense.

Yuki didn´t mind, she knew that bookcase was actually a door to a small room where she played when she was a kid. I imagine Candy and Yuki being.. not that compatible and that they have a big difference in age.

How did she decorate it without Candy knowing? Hey!! Don´t ask me questions I can´t respond!!😬

And that´s why I could never make a savefile!

*Behind the curtain is that thing your sims play that game I don´t remenber*

Attic

This one wasn´t planned, but everything was making sense so I went with it!

Very messy, very old, dusty, stained and probably smelly (a strong smell of paint okay, nothing actually gross!)

The lore on this one was nothing crazy, grandma Behr, was an artsy lady! She took a scholarship and went to Britechester University because of her love of art; didn´t actually work with art though, in my head her job was something boring and that could pay her way more (i know in the sims being a painter is amazing and you became rich, but anyway...).

This was her passion and she´d spent hours in here just being creative! When seh got off work and it was one of does awful days, in a place you don´t like, with people you don´t like, she´d come up there for a pick me up🥰. I hope I have something like that in the future!

And that´s the end! This was a very pleasant surprise, I went to it not really inspired but I think it was one of my favorite build I made! I´m very proud of the floorplan, it´s something I´m not really good at, I take waaaaayy too long, but this one was actually... smooth? idk, I´m rambling

If there´s anyone seeing this, I hope you enjoyed my posts and I wish you a very lovely morning, day or night!

Bye! 🤍

*okay so let´s all ignore that clutter item that is just floating in the air above that metal cabinet on the attic, please, i just noticed that, well guess i´ll die!*

*it might be typos and errors, english is not my first language ☺*

[uncaught-coolfish]

Ok.

I wanna talk about the ice queendom designs.

This one’s adorable, that’s all I gotta say. My girl is snug as a bug. Good for her!

Tbh I don’t hate this design. Don’t like it either. Firstly, girl, you’re a carpenter’s dream. Flat as a board, those sunglasses you’ve got perched on your unneeded chest window(????????? I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THATS WHAT THAT IS) are gonna fall out of there! Also, a little excessive on the belts/straps. And good god are her tights made from iron? They’re shiny as fuck

I don’t like this design. “But that’s the point lol it’s Weiss’s conscious or whatever the fuck I don’t remember shit that happened in this anime,” don’t care this design is ass. The cat gloves look ugly. The belt around the neck is sending me like girl you are going to get choked. The random stitches. I like the fact there’s not 20 different shades of the same color being thrown at us like canon has been doing but here the colors are just not being used well. For the love of god, put my girl in something decent please.

Oh wait. This isn’t her only design.

Look I don’t… hate it. Adam’s original design is fucking banger already. But. HOW DO YOU FUCK UP WHAT’S NOT EVEN BROKEN THIS BADLY

The boots. Oh my god those fucking boots. Ew. Ew. Ew. Girl it looks like you stuck your feet in a griller at a KFC. How do you walk in that. How. Genuinely. How. How. How. YOU ARE GOING TO FALL.

The gloves somehow got worse. Her tail makes it look like she got electrocuted. Those are barely even fucking booty shorts at this point and the thigh highs don’t help. Combined with the fact this fit produced one of the weirdest takes I’ve seen in the fandom yet (from my understanding… might’ve been reading it wrong but you really don’t wanna know), this fit… I still like it better than the first one. Blake rocks the mask.

Finally… some good fucking food. While the brown will never not irk me, points are restored by putting Yang in a ponytail. Hallelujah.

Though I don’t like her pants. Why is only one leg covered. Why. It looks BAD. You don’t need exposed thigh for every female design, folks.

But I also wanna look at the recent dress we got.

Again. Ruby? You’re doing so good babygirl. Kisses.

Weiss? Ew. Ew ew ew. Easily my least favorite. Go girl give us nothing. Why do we keep trying to make her look so youthful and innocent and cute? Especially in the “She is MEGA racist here” anime? It’s gross as shit. Especially given other parts of her character, where I feel like this weird infantilization (forgive me if that’s the wrong word) is just… bleh.

I also don’t really like Blake’s. I’m so sorry they keep putting you in these things girl. Too many flowers. Too many shades. Bleh.

YANG!!!!! First off I love her hair. Thank you. It looks so big and bright and AUGHH also super cute dress. It’s giving southern wine aunt that’ll play board games with you… not a bad thing.

One of two design posts for today. Other will be out shortly.

[rulerzreachf4n7]

Rating the infamous TOH comics +2 that I wanted to add cause I'm fucking bored and I've been procrastinating this post for nearly a month now

If you are uncomfortable with NSFW related content or the following under here

The word "porn" alot

Incest

Pedophilia

Then please do not click on this, for legal reasons obviously I won't show you any pictures from any comics that included the minor version of the cast, if your morbid curiosity wants to search these up then so be it, it's very easy to find any of these comics, do not blame me for this or this post if you get traumatized by seeing teenagers fucking each other, that's on you pookie 😜

Sup! If any of that shit doesn't phase you then let's dive right in! This list is from the least graphic to the most graphic, it's of all the 3 most "traumatizing" TOH porn comics but I've discovered few more that are WAAAY more traumatizing, and like I said, no graphic images, just the banner/title card for the comic

5. Bubble bath made by Kimchi on Twitter

This isn't the banner since I've looked fucking everywhere for it but I couldn't find any, just thought I add it cause it's made by Kimchi and the comic has Gus and Hunter in it

Synopsis: Gus sneaks into the bathroom as Hunter takes a bath, seemingly wanting him to be his mentor for learning about puberty, sex, and porn

Rating: 5/10

This is the most tamest comic even though most people claim it to be traumatizing, it's suppost to be upsetting, I know that, but unfortunately for you I'm not so phased or "traumatized" by porn so it's getting a five, and also the whole comics in black and white so it's very hard to make out what position they're in, even though there is a colored version, which would still make me rate it a five no matter what, and unlike the others in this list the proportions of their penises are actually realistic, or at least not huge as most comics would make them look like

4. First Night Together by Namy Gaga

The history of me finding this comic is fucking bizarre, but I'll try to shorten it, basically, me, trying to find crossover art, found art, I look in account, scroll down, person posted CP of lumity (censored ofc), scroll down more, posted censored version of the comic, dumbass forgot to put one panel, the account was supposedly old and they took down all the posts

Synopsis: After the events if kkoht (Knock Knock on Hootys Door) Luz and Amity are dating, but Luz gets stressed over her mom, the echo mouse, and the portal door, Amity tries to calm down Luz with a kiss, but she gets horny instead

Rating: 6-7/10

Definitely a step into more graphic comic, it's not super graphic but just gross, this one specifically is the most infamous of the three, and there's really not that much, just like the bubble bath, Amity and Luz aren't sexualized and have decent proportions with their breasts, maybe a bit bigger but I'm not sure how fucking large 14 y/os breasts are supposed to be on average

3. My Luz by Danger Art on Patreon + one of the extra comics

This first and last one sadly that Luz and Amity are actually adults

Synopsis: Amity is frustrated that she can't fully turn into her abomination form and it's her 19th birthday, her and Luz both contemplate breaking up due to collage, until Luz catches Amity masturbating while bathing

Rating: 7/10

Not gonna lie pretty graphic, nothing too gross but just serviceable, also once Amity turns into her abomination she grows a dick??? What the fuck 💀💀, and also the synopsis for this was actually really cool and so was the comic itself, the proportions where a bit iffy for this but it's forgiveable

2. The Veenter secret by Ruddyrzaq on Patreon I think?? Not sure really where they posted it

What bugs me the most is at the top in VERY small font it says the characters are fictional and over the age of 18 even though this takes place during TTT (thanks to them) which they are still MINORS, just gives me icky vibes, and it's also supposedly revenge porn...not sure bout that really

Synopsis: Amity leaves Hunter and Vee in the shack to clean up as she, Gus, and Willow search Gravesfield for clues, Vee confesses to Hunter about having a crush on him and they both get horny

Rating: 8/10

This is truly disgusting, the first time I was gonna read it it was on my computer, it bugged a bit, SHIT JUMPSCARED ME WITH NAKED VEE, couldn't touch my computer for like three days, anyways, ended up reading it, VERY GRAPHIC, really did a full 180 not gonna lie, and it also has some like, borderline lesbianohobia, cause in the end Vee shapeshifts into Amity (for some context Vee wanted to do roleplay sex and shape shifted into Luz, Willow, and Amity) and Amity's a lesbian...even if it's Vee is just really gross to think about it, and yeah, do not recommend this piece of shit, also there's another one called The Amiter secret, even though it has nothing to do with Hunter x Amity, I couldn't find the full comic except some panels of it on google, and I'm not wasting my time to download Patreon so it's on them not me, and it oversexualized Hunter and Vee so yeah...

1. 15 minutes in heaven made by Nsfani on I'm not sure where actually, I found this on NovelCrow so maybe there? + one of the extra comics

I. Hate. This. Comic

Synopsis: Eda gets fed up with running away so she let's Lilith capture her for the coven, under one circumstance, she has to spend 15 minutes in heaven

Rating: 1000000/10

I FUCKING HATE THIS WHERE DO I BEGIN?!! okay, not only are they oversexualized, IT'S INCEST?? it's basically just incest porn, Eda somehow has a dick as well, and there's this weird part that Eda straight up starts fucking herself, NOT EVEN JOKING THIS COMIC IS SO GRAPHIC I DON'T EVEN WANNA SHOW IT EVEN IF I WANTED TO, and it's like super kinky and Eda fucking fists Lilith, ew, it's just gross and graphic

And that is it my Ladies, Bros, Not Binary folks, I'll do myself a favor and bleach my eyes cause these where painful to read and their entirety

[blackstarising]

Okay.

We’re three episodes in. I have to know your Lasso thoughts. I miss your commentary! 😭

hi! honesty hour:

I don't have any thoughts. at all.

because I haven't been watching the show.

at all.

I haven't even seen any of the trailers. and I haven't, because I can't.

it's just hard, now. season 2 and its aftermath was so, so hard. and the off-season was even harder.

I want to believe that season 3 will be better, that it's caught it's blind spots, but I don't think I'm ready. I just feel like there was this mask-off behavior that rose up during season 2.

seeing the visceral disgust that went past the age difference when it came to sam and rebecca.

the adoration of roy's anger contrasted with the demonification of nate's anger.

having to keep asking, again and again, why rebecca and jamie were worthy of forgiveness while nate wasn't.

seeing characters like sam and dani be relegated to being Cute and Super Positive but not being given as much freedom (cr. @hazelbeewitched) both inside and outside the narrative to express any other emotions or desires outside of that.

between the 'ew!!!! samrebecca is soooooo gross' and 'i hope nate gets skinned ALIVE' posts, I had to unfollow the ted lasso subreddit entirely.

and all the while juxtaposing all of this with that with this almost-enforced metanarrative that ted lasso is this Really Positive Show with these Really Cute Moments, See? look at these cute moments! biscuits with the boss! diamond dogs! futból is life! mustache! ted! don't ruin this cute show, please!!!!!

some people have the luxury of letting this show be an escape. I don't, apparently.

this is not me saying, like, the show is Beyond Hope and I'll never watch it again. and I'm not saying the show should be boycotted, I genuinely want to believe season 3 can and should do better by the people of color in the narrative and in its audience.

it's just personally gonna take me a minute. or five.

[anarchistettin]

not a gotcha but i dont believe i understand what definition of cult you are using. im assuming the thrust of the argument is denouncing all interconnected groups that cast off social norms together is throwing the baby out with the bath water? so i am assuming that your usage differs from the (in use but still flawed) BITE model.

ja imo the BITE model would be better aimed at the USA government or Christian church. It is a useful set of questions to ask - I can't help but find it particularly evocative though - everything it warns about is a basic feature of the USA. It's hard for me to imagine being the academic hashing all that out & not once going "hm how to disambiguate this from … every single mainstream institution in this nation and 90% of every other…hm"

It's great if reading over BITE gets someone out of a bad scene,

but I do despise, will always have to despise, the basic lazy ignorant common stupidity at its core. It's not a point of order or a quibble about words, it's that my loved ones were murdered and kidnapped by the police because people shut off the idea that MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T DO THIS if their targets "deserve" it.

the depth of ignorance it's allowing the rest of the abusing mind controllers to sink to rather overturns whatever forgiveness I'd otherwise have for those who use the term in its popular form.

past words that have undergone this transformation: villain (means villager) heathen (means rural) pagan (means bumpkin) gay / queer / et al (means pervert, child abuser, rapist, mind controller) negro (means lazy rapist, quasi-communist, Old Gods adjacent)

it goes onnnnnnnn & on & on & on.

there's a book called Strange Gods from the 70s? or 80s? forget exactly, that gently plead for sanity from USAns, trying to show how butt-fucking-simple the switch from "black" or "foreigner" to "CULT CULT CULT" was but… its dream (people not being stupid) along with mine (people not being evil) dies 😭 under the sheer tonnage of american shittiness and eagerness to please the Lairds

it's not that I care that y'all are mostly evil, it's that the blank stupidity of it is vexing & all the cultists I know personally, even the shitty ones, are better people on average and out of habit. would never repeat the insane & ugly fibs that normal people feel okay to spread - while their elected officials & religious officers do everything they claim to stop us doing, in full lust & no shame.

it'd piss me off less if the main voices for these fibs weren't so typical and gross about it, spewing nazi talking points in church lady tones.

the 1980s were bad, conservative kids were scary and violent, but y'all? y'all are the rightest wing "generation" yet! playing by the playbook but wearing team colors! acting out all the behaviors that you're claiming to oppose & spreading all the old lies in exchange for nothing more valuable than a brief orgasmic feeling of having been Wrong (the exact same feeling as being 'Right' prior to discovery that one has been uncritical and thus duped into becoming an important nazi asset)

I try to be good about it, I try to be wise, but I'm not good or wise, so I'm angry and full of hate too, along with them. it's a regular thing for me. "they're full of potenti- oof. okay. they're rightfully angry beca- oof, okay. they're lashing out at who's close at hand because they're scared. it sucks and they are starting to suck, but oka-oof, no that's not okay." and o n a n d o n

when it comes down to it, it's okay. it's fine. for me, I mean. I have the benefits, live in the benefits of good & natural human life. For you it's a disaster. You will not have the grounding, experience, natural ease, or security of the cult when times get lean. You won't know how to interact or trust. You won't know how to disperse and coalesce, you don't know how to keep your identities under control. So many of you still clearly think that another rollicking vote will set things ship-shape. A huge number of you still use "weird" to mean "bad". It's normal! but normal is bad. Duh! even straight kids knew that in the 20th century. SIGH.

You won't know how to fight, which is bad, but way worse: you don't know whom to fight. Which Is Deadly. I don't see a way out for many of y'all. You know that the machine you're living in hates you, but you haven't figured out how it got you to hate you, initially.

Most of the people from my gang wouldn't get angry about it - that's a difference between me & them - but it's because they wrote you all off a long time ago. "Dead alive". "Dead world".

fucking hell they're right and I'm wrong. I wanted to think that you could pass through some more new-fangled stages of being and come out "good" for it, but, that's not going to happen, is it?

not one of you is going to actually fight the cops, you're all going to attack whomever's close at hand & undefended, right? the next-lowest-sexuality or whatever. the flag teams. you'll call the police so you can get back to making important posts.

god I am so disappointed in the lot of you. Can you imagine the experience of watching people go "HM NO THIS WIKIPEDIA LINK DEFINES IT AS"?

the slide toward the modern definition is very recent, and very researchable. I think it's interesting to do that work - I don't mind that not many other people do. However. If you don't do that work and comment in the typical honkey way, I judge and hate you forever. Maybe not fair! but it is at least simple - and safer than continuing to believe in the "quality of young people". It was stupid of me to think there was a point to trying to share anything with y'all.

my bad!

tumblr cult claims a lot about itself but it's a big liar. tumblr cult's not only guilty of all its white dad's crimes & abuses: in emulation of Obama the Saviour, tumblr has perfected the art of targeting previously ambiguous Offenders, and freely given this science to the Overlords, while ever busily expanding the reach these abuses can attain and the damage they can cause.

tl;dr: y'all're too in love with the cops and the church

the revolution went on without you, but you keep looking at your phone for a signal

[molecularhomosexual]

the backlash about shelby’s post is ridiculous (it’s transmisogyny, so i guess it is more common happenstance than it is ridiculous)—but there’s such stupidity in the backlash about thinking of gender as social technology as a white concept, and a conservative concept.

put aside the aggressive bad faith in not at all talking to the person you’re engaging with, to be so quick to enter into a relation of defending yourself as a threat that you make no eye contact with the person making the post, to hardly acknowledge their capacity for thought. you’re telling me that trans poc cannot afford to think of gender as social technology because it’s white? lo and behold, what should have saved me from my oppressed status as a woman of color is to think of gender as inherent!

thinking of gender as a social technology would also help us talk about the field of power for gender altogether (not sure how far shelby wanted to go with this thought). there are social-technical machines in place that help enforce what gender ought to be for the specific bodies, and they enforce unequally across lines of race, class, ability.

to say that being homosexual or transgender is a matter of a social technology can pinpoint the ways that these two are always in a process of cooptation and “rehabilitation” by dominant forces (think of the assimilative pressure to gender/sexual norms at all times, or the assimilative pressure to keep “gross, kinky bdsm shit” in the bedroom, private, unable to affect the world)—and on the flipside, it lets us talk about these terms as a way of indicating practices with other bodies, discourses that we utter towards each other, a whole assemblage of bodies and desires through which traverses forces of dominant power and forces of resistant power—maybe the dichotomy i would use just as a matter of taste would be technologies and counter-technologies, though i don’t think this terminology dichotomy is essential to the point.

along the lines of being able to critique dominant forces of gender and sexuality by thinking of them as social technologies, it would also give us a language for talking about something like maria lugones’ critique and genealogy of the modern/colonial gender system: how gender is marked on bodies during colonial domination, how norms of gender are unevenly applied across the settler/colonized divide (e.g. white women are positioned as pure and innocent, but black women are positioned as aggressive, even “masculine”, deviant, suspect).

there is no way of talking about this if we think of gender and sexuality (and race, for that matter) as qualia, difficult-to-describe subjective experience that has no clear correlate to social practices. there *is* a way to talk about this if we acknowledge settler colonialism as the creation of whiteness and racialization (thank you fred moten, and every interlocutor you reference in every essay of yours, and forgive me for rushing this point too quickly)—whiteness as racialization is yet another oppressive technology, which marks the flesh of other bodies as racialized. there is a way of talking about this if we notice that settler-colonialism put forward specific organizations of gender for the colonized, that didn’t always match the gender matrices of the colonizer, or at the very least of those who are posited in the colonizing process as “civilized”.

so please, i would love to hear more about how a concept that can help us think through the whiteness of settler-coloniality is actually a white, western concept that doesn’t serve tpoc and woc. and please, please keep in mind, imaginary counter-argumentator, that i am one of the trans women of color you profess to care for and defend in your instinctive reaction against these concepts, so i would appreciate you extending that care and defense to me! uwu

[strink-family]

Sleepy green dragon girls