#seriously i also finished this sooooo quickly

[sketchesanddoodlesandthings]

I got a comment on one of my recent art posts that my art had really improved and it really surprised me. I haven’t been drawing as much as I used to and it’s been like that for a couple of years. I assumed I must have stagnated in my abilities. But after getting this comment I decided to go back through my blog and realized that, actually I had improved quite a bit and decided I would redraw something I had initially drawn for @shions-heart’s fic Of Monster and Men (which is an amazing fic that you should read if you’re a Haikyuu!! fan).

So yeah! Original art is below in case you’re curious. (And many thanks to @shions-heart for her lovely comment which started this!)

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Hi readers of Unspooled Thread! Not sure how many of you this will reach but here's an update!

@velvetcovered-brick had been amazing basically as our PR person, answering comments, making posts, etc. Cause literally they're a saint.

But I wanted to also give an update on writing the latest chapter.

First, I am SO SORRY it's late. You know how a story won't update for a hot sec and then the author posts and is like "I'm so sorry, my cat died, a zombie apocalypse took place, and also I suffered a bout of malaria?"

Yeah, that's basically what happened. Quite literally, first, there were so family problems that happened, as soon as those cleared up my spouse and I left on a family trip for his nonno's 90th birthday. We were traveling too much so I didn't bring my laptop and I'm not as good as typing on my phone as I used to be. THEN I literally got sick the day we travelled back and have been recovering. I still can't fully hear out of my right ear. Woot.

There were various other things, but those are the main points. Meaning writing this chapter took WAY longer than usual.

However, I HAVE GOOD NEWS. I'm at the end of the chapter, writing the very famous Featherington Ball at the end of s2 and all that transpires. Some events shall change slightly, some dramatically, and some... well, you'll have to read to find out. ;)

I should be done today or tomorrow, but then we have to do edits. But I promise this means it's coming soon.

Now, I feel like there will be some questions when this chapter comes out, specifically with our beautiful Penedict and the progress of their relationship. Since it's a canon rewrite, @velvetcovered-brick and I very seriously look at each season and where characters are, and how they change and develop differently based on the new situations we have put them in.

You'll notice Benedict matured faster than in the show timeline. What I mean by "mature" is that he became ready for love much more quickly than in the show. In s1-3, Benedict is not ready to settle down. We believe he cares deeply about his sexual partners but that is not the same as enduring love. To fast-track him to that point but in a believable manner, we hypothesized that making him take on the responsibility of caring for another person, another woman, besides his sisters closely and deeply would help with this.

For Penelope, being so much younger, this was different. Even if she fell in love with Benedict earlier, we did not believe she would or should act any earlier than s3. We based this heavily on Nicola's observation that in s1, Penelope is a girl. In s2, to quote the great Britney Spears, she's "not a girl, not yet a woman."

But s3, Penelope? She's a woman and ready to own it.

Sooooo, yeah. There's my ramble. As a treat, here's an unexplained, excerpt of dialogue from the latest chapter we are finishing up:

“Is there something even more binding than a swear, Ben?” “A blood oath, perhaps? A tithing?” “Very well, then. As your new patron saint–” “Hold on! Are you not getting a fullhead, Lady Whistledown?”

[brienneoftarth1989]

“This was sooooo goooood…😛 Can you do a smut for our Captain Phasma? Wiiith Daddy vibes 😏😎” requested by Nicole on A03

Yes Captain NSFW

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Next / Series

Summary: It’s that time of the month where mandatory training is necessary. You and Phasma have your one-on-one training session but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: daddy kink, dom/sun kink, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, overstimulation

Requests open

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It’s that time of the month again, mandatory training. This was never something you enjoyed but in order to be kept in good shape it was necessary. It was a week-long training regime and the last two days were spent doing one on one sessions with your division leader. In your case that was Captain Phasma. For whatever reason you were always the last one called for one to one training which meant you had the whole day to do whatever you wanted.

You decided that you needed to be productive today because you knew if you weren’t then you would most likely get a bollocking from Phasma later tonight. So throughout the day you were in and out of the gym making sure that you were keeping on top of your physical health. If you weren’t in the gym then you were in your quarters brushing up on your studies.

It’s important that as a stormtrooper that we know what is going on and that when technology advances we are learning how to run the new equipment correctly. It’s happened before when people haven't kept up with their work and accidents have happened because of it. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured from these accidents yet but the aircrafts ended up getting the most damaged which is costly to repair.

At about 16:00 you decided to retire to your quarters after coming out of the gym for the last time. You needed to relax to make sure you rested well for the evening. Your time slot always seemed to land between 20:00 till 22:00 at night. It was a bit late for your likings but you weren’t going to tell that to Captain Phasma.

You decided that a nap would most likely be the best idea. You got changed into some more comfortable clothing before jumping into your single bed. It wasn’t the best but it does its job. You set an alarm to wake you up in three hours so it would still give you an hour to sort yourself out. You let sleep overtake your aching body as you snuggled up in bed.

Three hours later your alarm was blaring in your ear. You lazily rolled over, turning the alarm off. You really couldn’t be bothered to move but you knew if you didn’t you would regret it later. You managed to pull yourself out of bed taking yourself over to the small kitchen to make something for dinner.

A cheese omelette was your meal tonight. You needed the protein and it would keep you full for a while. After dinner you made yourself a protein shake that you could drink between now and the end of your training. You also decided to fill another bottle up with ice cold water. You were definitely going to need it because you knew how rough Phasma could get.

Once that was all sorted you got into some clean workout gear. It was now 19:30 so all you had to do now was wait in your quarters until Phasma called you down to the training centre. While you waited you continued to drink your protein shake while watching some intergalactic television. Nothing interesting was ever on but it was better than sitting in silence.

At about 19:55 you finally heard Phasma call you down to the training centre. Finally you thought to yourself. You would much rather be doing something productive rather than sitting in your quarters waiting around. You grabbed your drinks, your training towel and a snack before walking down to the training centre.

As you were about to walk in, one of your friends who had obviously just finished their own one-on-one training quickly grabbed your hand before entering the room. “I would be careful tonight y/n” he said, making you stop in your tracks. “What do you mean?” you asked confused as to what could be happening.

“Captain is on one tonight. Everything is pissing her off. I made the slightest error and she basically exploded” he said with a worried expression plastered on his face. “I’m sure I will be fine. She has probably had a rough day and taking it out on us once again” you laughed slightly.

His facial expressions did not change. He was serious. “Ok thanks for the heads up. I will try my best not to piss off the Captain anymore than she is” you said to him before opening the door and making your way into the training centre. You went into the locker room placing your towel and snack on one of the benches before grabbing your drink and heading to the training room where hopefully you would find Phasma.

Any other time you would put your belongings in a locker but as it was just you and Phasma in the training centre you didn’t think it was necessary. Plus the only thing you would be missing was a towel and your snack so nothing valuable. When you finally made it to the room you would be training in you could see Phasma pacing back and forth waiting for you to arrive. You were early so they couldn’t be angry so you thought.

“You’re late,” Phasma said with a stern look plastered on her face. “Sorry Captain it won’t happen again” you said as you placed your drink on the ground and stood to attention waiting for Captain Phasma’s orders. “First hour you will be doing shooting practice with a variety of weapons. Second hour we will be doing one-on-one sparring practice in the gym” she said walking over to the shooting range as you followed behind her.

You saw a number of different weapons set up in one of the cubicles that you assumed Phasma wanted you at. “Alright, I want you to be working on your aim today with a variety of different weapons. I will be observing you in a number of different ways. If I believe you are not up to standard then you will have to make time for more training in the firing range” she said sitting down grabbing a clipboard.

“You may begin” she said as you walked up to the weapons picking from the range in front of you. The task was relatively simple for you as you trained everyday in the firing range. You could tell Phasma was impressed as you got headshot after headshot with each weapon. When you got to the final weapon you realised that this was one that you had not worked with before.

You aimed the weapon but due to the power of it the shot missed the target completely. You tried again but yet again missed. You sighed out of frustration as this was the one weapon you couldn’t seem to fire correctly. “Don’t worry about it y/n, just keep practising with this one in your training. Other than that you have passed this with flying colours” Phasma said looking at you.

She could tell you were disappointed but just let you get on with things. “You have a 10 minute break and then I want you in the sparring room” she said, putting down her clipboard and walking out of the firing range. You went back to the locker room to have your snack and just waited for the 10 minutes to go by.

Once your break was over you made your way over to the sparring room to see Phasma in a tight tank top and sport leggings. Fuck she was hot. You’ve never seen Phasma like this. Normally Phasma is always in her armour so to see her like this made your core ache. No one knew that you liked women so you really had to keep things together.

“Alright so for our sparring session today we are going to be working on your defence. I will be making a number of moves at you and I want you to defend yourself the best you can with just your hands. This will hopefully help you if you ever get disarmed” she said, getting into her fighting stance.

You readied yourself and waited for her attack on you. She made her first move which you were able to block. You continued to do this dance where she would lunge at you and you defended yourself stopping yourself from landing on your arse. However as the session continued you found yourself getting tired which caused you to lose focus on the task at hand.

Eventually Phasma managed to knock you on your back which resulted in you just lying on the floor. “Fuck sake” you mumbled to yourself out of frustration. “Again” Phasma said, waiting for you to get back on your feet. You got back up and the same thing happened again however the last time you ended up on your back you grabbed Phasma bringing her with you.

So there you both laid with Phasma pinning you to the ground however as she went to get up her knee grinded against your aching core which caused you to let out a moan. “Mmm fuck daddy” you whispered thinking Phasma didn’t hear. However when you looked up your eyes immediately met Phasma’s dark lust filled eyes.

“What did you say?” Phasma whispered in your ear. You didn’t know if you were in trouble or if Phasma felt the same way as you. “Ummm nothing” you whispered trying not to get yourself into more trouble. Phasma then moved her knee again so it came in contact with your covered cunt. “No, I believe you said something. What was it you called me? Daddy was it?” she moaned in your ear.

You let out a deep moan as you instinctively bucked your hip into her knee trying to pleasure yourself further. “What do you want daddy to do?” she moaned, continuing to bring you closer to an orgasm with her knee. “I want daddy to fuck me! Please daddy I need you to make me cum” you moaned into her neck.

You were so close to cumming and Phasma could tell because just when you were about to cum she pulled herself away from you causing you to let out a whimper. “You cum when daddy tells you to, do you understand?” she whispered in your ear. “Yes daddy” you whimpered.

“Good now stand up and strip, daddy is going to worship that perfect body of yours” she said standing up allowing you to stand. While you started removing your clothes Phasma locked the door so no one would disturb you both. When she turned around you were still removing your clothes so she just stood and enjoyed the sight in front of her letting out a moan when you removed your bra and panties.

You looked up to see Phasma eyeing up your body enjoying the sight in front of her. This made you feel a tad self conscious so you instinctively tried to cover your body which was a grave mistake on your end. “Did daddy say you could do that?” she asked, walking over to you starting to lose her own clothing.

“N..No daddy” you whispered as you looked up into Phasma’s eyes. “On the floor with your legs spread and your arms above your head” she said sternly which made you follow her orders instantly. You gasped as your naked body came in contact with the cold floor which made Phasma chuckle.

“Don’t worry baby girl I will have you sweating in no time” she laughed as she crawled on top of you leaving red marks all down your neck, on your breasts before coming down to your dripping wet cunt. She slightly blew on your soaked pussy causing a shiver to shoot through your body. “All this for daddy? You’re dripping wet. How desperate are you for me to touch you?” she moaned, leaving little kissing up your thighs and near your cunt but never on it.

“I need you daddy. I need your tongue, I need your fingers deep inside me. Please daddy fuck me” you moaned. That was all Phasma needed to hear before sliding her tongue up the length of your folds. You let out this ungodly moan at the touch of Phasma which only seemed to spur Phasma on even more.

She continued to use her tongue to taste your wetness before finally devouring your clit. She traced circles on your clit and on the odd occasion started suckling on it which made you buck your hips in pleasure and spread your legs even further to give Phasma better access to your aching cunt. You were getting close and Phasma could tell as your breaths were getting deeper and your moans getting louder.

“You going to cum for daddy?” Phasma said briefly before going back to paying attention to your throbbing clit. “Can I come daddy? Please, I'm so desperate for you. I want you to lick up all my cum daddy” you moaned throwing your head back as Phasma continued to torture your clit. “Cum for daddy baby girl” she moaned.

Upon hearing this you felt yourself cumming within an instance. “Fuck daddy I’m cu..cumming” you pratically screamed. Phasma helped you ride out your high before eventually just leaving little kitten licks on your clit which sent bolts of pleasure throughout your body. She wasn’t done with you and you knew it.

“Hands and knees now” Phasma said sitting up allowing you to get in the desired position she wanted you in. “Pick and number between one and four” Phasma simply stated once you were in the position she wanted you in. “Two” you said randomly. Upon hearing that Phasma sucked on her index and middle finger before slowly entering into your tight pussy.

“Fuck your so wet for daddy” she moaned into your ear as you leaned over your back wrapping her arms around your waist. You waited for her to move inside you but she didn’t. “Please daddy” you moaned out hoping Phasma understood what you wanted. Of course she knew but she wanted to hear you beg. “What do you say?” she asked. “Please daddy fuck me with your fingers” you moaned trying to move your hips slightly.

Thankfully Phasma didn’t notice that action of yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside your pussy which caused you to scream at the sudden fullness in your pussy. Fuck she felt good you thought to yourself. Phasma eventually found a pace that seemed to get you to the edge quite quickly. “I n.need to c.cum” you moaned as you felt Phasma’s other hand make its way down to your clit and start rubbing small circles on it.

“Cum for daddy baby girl. I want you to cum over and over again for me” she moaned as she thrusted her fingers deeper and played with your clit and that's just what you did. You came not once, not twice but four more times. You were exhausted and overly sensitive. Phasma finally pulled out which resulted in you letting out a small whimper at the loss of contact but instantly moaned as you watched her suck your cum off her fingers.

“Go and get cleaned up. I will see around y/n” she said as she left you to sort yourself out. You couldn’t think straight. She had fucked you dumb. You decided that a cool shower should help your mind sober up from this. You made your way to the showers placing your clothes next to your towel. You turned on the water and immediately stood under the water.

Phasma was about to head back to her quarters but as she passed the shower block she realised you were still here. Maybe she could make you cum just one more time. She snuck into the shower block stripping off her clothes placing them next to yours before walking into your shower cubicle.

You had your back to her which made you jump when you felt a pair of big strong arms wrap their arms around your body. “Daddy is going to make you cum one more time” she moaned into your ear. Phasma rested her back against the wall as she pulled your body so your back was flush against her front.

Her hand travelled down your body and found its way to your sensitive clit once more. There was a little ledge in this shower cubicle so you lifted your leg letting it rest on the ledge which gave Phasma better access to your throbbing cunt. Unlike last time Phasma was much more gentle with her actions. She teased your clit as she rubbed small circles over it.

You were a moaning mess and Phasma loved the fact she could make you weak at the knees for her. Phasma could tell you were getting close once again as she started to feel your body shake slightly from the pleasure. “Cum for me baby girl. Cum for daddy” she moaned in your ear before marking up your neck.

You came instantly and you were weak at the knees. Phasma held you until you had finally gained the strength to stand again. “My quarters tomorrow night at 21:00. Don’t be late because daddy is gonna fuck you with his strap and destroy that pussy of yours” she moaned in your ear before leaving you in the shower, shock clearly plastered on your face.

What the hell happened tonight? You weren’t complaining and you couldn’t wait for Captain to fuck you senselessly again tomorrow night. You tried to walk back to your quarters but Captain Phasma had fucked you so good that you couldn’t walk properly. It looked like you wouldn’t be walking for days because Phasma clearly wasn’t done with you quite yet.

[tortoisebore]

Fic recs?? It’s so hard to find good stuff😩

i’ll list a few of my recent favs, but first i’ll give u some tips & secrets ab how i find new fics 🥰

my first & biggest source—i snoop on everyone’s bookmarks. like everyone. if i read a fic i liked, i check that author’s bookmarks. if someone comments on my fic, i check their bookmarks. if i come across someone talking ab fic on the tl, i go to their ao3 and check their bookmarks. i’ve found so many great fics just by snooping on what other ppl are reading 🫶

my second most-used tactic: searching for tags & using filters. if i’m looking for something specific, i search the tags/pairings i want and make sure to exclude things i don’t want (i.e. i don’t usually want to read jegulus, so i make sure to exclude that pairing in my results. same goes w tags/ratings/warnings u don’t want). i’ll sort by date, kudos, and hits separately, and add anything that sounds interesting to my bookmarks to sort through later. ao3 really has the best filtering and tagging system out there, but a lot of times we don’t use it to its full capacity! if you want to read something specific there’s a very good chance someone has written it, you just need to search and filter your results so that you’re not just seeing the most recent stuff! (i also filter by word count a lot too bc i’m not always in the mood for something multi-chaptered or something that will take me multiple days to finish reading)

last, sometimes i’ll go into the main pairing tag i’m looking for and sort by kudos/hits/date/whatever and jump to like….the 30th page of results. there’s sooooo much stuff i miss just bc it gets lost in the flow of new/popular fics, so jumping to random deep-dive search results will help you find new stuff & come across fics & authors you haven’t seen before 💞💖💘

now here’s some of the stuff i’ve been enjoying lately!! 💞💖💘💕

love by the seaside by viwrites

this was very cute and a great quick read! remus is a disgruntled painter/barista recovering from a toxic relationship & sirius is the sweet, dashing stranger that he meets by accident on the beach one day. lots of early-morning coffee runs and nervous flirting with some christmas fluff as a treat

hurling crowbirds at mockingbars by wrappedup

y’all know i am typically NOT an exes to lovers kind of girlie. i find this trope very hard to read most of the time bc i am a huge baby, but this one was a quick read and the plot was overall very sweet! remus broke up with sirius & left the country out of the blue almost 10 years ago, and then comes back to town with a fiancé. sirius learns very quickly that he’s still hurt, and remus learns very quickly that he might have jumped the gun all those years ago.

in the dark there is discovery by lynxindisguise

wolfstar pirate au!! need i say more!!

disarm you with a smile by five_ht

listen to me. look me in my eyes. this is explicit as fuck and i encourage you to read every single one of the tags carefully. seriously read all of them. it will not be for everyone but like….,oh my fuxking god. sirius steals remus’ phone number while hanging out with his friend (remus’ niece) one day and starts sending him increasingly suggestive texts anonymously. it’s all fun and games until sirius starts to catch feelings & remus starts to get curious ab who he’s been talking to.

in the centre of a circle by moonheavens

reccing this again bc I HAVEN’T CAUGHT UP YET BUT IT’S SO SO GOOD i’m going after the latest chapter as SOOOOOON as i have the time this week 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 sirius lives with the lupins and is very much in love with remus. he consults various people for advice.

[yuukels]

YOUR ART IS SOOOOO PREETTYYYYY AAAAAAAAA it's genuinely so good like what are you a magician????

Anyways now that i've finished gushing: approximately, how much time do you take to finish a piece? And do you finish it all in one sitting or do you take breaks inbetween? Do you listen to music while drawing and does it help you focus? Are you self-taught? Is digital art the only medium you use or are there any other mediums you used/ were into in the past? :o

Sry for asking so much but i'm so curious about your creation process ^^"

omg thank you!!!! and no worries im happy to answer :D 👍🏻

it can take me anywhere between an hour (done in one sitting) to multiple days with breaks in between! sometimes i wont be able to get the colors i want or something just doesn't look right so i'll leave it to rest and come back another day LOL but other times i'll get it on the first try so the process goes by quickly! its really hit or miss 😔🙏🏻

i usually Always listen to music because its what gets my brain gears moving (shoutout to AZALI... awesome music) but it can also overwhelm me and that's when i know it's time to take a break lol

im self taught and started digital art in 2016 (i thiiink) !! i was still super into trad art at that time tho. (sadly trad is extremely hard for me now...) i dont think i took art seriously till sometime in 2020 ^^

[reni-reads]

Sooooo I finished it. And I'm not happy. Let's get to by starting with my biggest gripe, namely

The Characters

who are all really bland and don't exceed their initial stereotypes. Arek is the typical chosen one protagonists who becomes the new king of Eres after defeating the evil wizard. He's sarcastic, dimwitted and brave. Matt, his love interest and sidekick, is the typical booksmart mage. Bethany the beautiful bard is flirtatious and... flirtatious. And beautiful. Sionna is the stoic warrior. Rion is the stoic, virtuous knight. Lila is the thief, so she... likes money. The side characters are cardboard cutouts as well. I would write more about them, but I don't remember a single one by name, except Meredith, who is... Sionna's girlfriend and that's it. The most memorable side character was the wise wizard mentor who nopes out in the beginning and is never mentioned again.

So our merry party is a bunch of one-dimensional misfits whom I did not care about at all. We usually see them interact with Arek, and they all have the same manner of bantering with him, except Rion who was not into wordplay and thus dubbed the slightly boring one. I believe he got the least focus in the book, too. They told me they grew together as a family, but I didn't really get that impression. They were continuously horrible to each other, which I will get to now as I'm moving on to

The Story

which initially sounds promising! Arek and his friends defeated the evil wizard, Arek gets crowned king and everyone becomes a council member fitting to their respective strengths (Bethany is the diplomat, Rion trains the knights, Sionna heads the castle guard, Lila is the treasurer and Matt the court mage). But it turns out that Arek is now cursed and needs to be married before his 18th birthday or else he'll die, so some romantic shenaningas ensue as he tries to woo one of his friends while also grappling with his one-sided love for Matt.

The execution of the story is where it all falls apart though, and that has two main reasons:

1) Arek. A lot of the plot could have been avoided if he had a brain. He's just genuinely stupid and misses important facts even as they are directly told to him. It's not the endearing kind of stupid, it's really aggravating. Furthermore, despite being dubbed "King Arek the Kind" and Matt continuously reiterating how selfless Arek is, he... really isn't? He plots to woo one of his friends (without ever telling them about the curse) and enlists Matt to help him. Im his desperation he really doesn't care who he'll end up with, so he quickly jumps from Sionna (who turns out to be a lesbian) to Bethany (whom, he randomly decides, he embarrassed himself too much to woo her), Rion (who didn't give him any signs) to Lila. And honestly it was Lila where the book lost me completely, because he essentially drugs her so she reveals her heart's desire, which has to be the most selfish thing he could have done (instead of just TALKING to her!). She reveals her feelings for someone else and that's it. He gets a stern talking to and that's it, and he even makes light of it by saying that it turned out fine for Lila so what does it matter that he breached her trust and potentially could have humiliated her???? And Lila even agrees with him! Anyway, after that he woos some random people he doesn't care about because he only loves Matt, but somehow is just too stupid to do anything about it. He was the worst thing that happened to this story, seriously.

2) The Plot. I don't know how it's possible to have so much happen all at once while also not have anything relevant happen at all. So they slay the big bad, Arek becomes king, he gets attacked by snipers, gets cursed, has some diplomatic affairs, Arek concocts his romance plots using a dead princess's diary as a guideline, they get attacked by an octopus, they get attacked by a crow (Lila's pet), Lila gets drugged, they throw a masquerade ball, the end happens. That's a lot for some 330 pages, but all of it is so inconsequential that it felt all pointless! The characters didn't grow from any of this, they didn't learn anything, and each "action sequence" ended with Arek fainting and waking up next to Matt who chastises him. It all felt very disconnected from each other and didn't give me the impression of one cohesive story - it felt a bit like old cartoons with a "monster of the week" gimmick. The octopus attacked, they fought it, it was never mentioned again. Enter the crow, enter the next love quarrel section, nothing matters here! The story was just very inconsequential, similarly to

The Worldbuilding

which honestly barely existed - and the existing parts were stupid. So we're in a vague fantasy world, precicely the Kingdom Ere of Chickpea, which had been ruled by Barthly The Vile One, an evil wizard. There are pixies, fae/elves, giant octopi and other monsters. Apart from that, the world is not described at all so I imagined a generic fantasy RPG backdrop scenery tbh.

Magic users are often discriminated against because regular people fear them - and honestly I get it, because the magic in this world is just super random and unpredictable. The primary magician is Matt, who can practically do anything: Repair stuff, clean stuff, set up magical barriers, turn people into toads (which he often threatened), blast enemies with fireballs, poison his friends with weird flowers, etc. On the other hand we have very rigid magical rules that just exist because. One is the throne succession which can only achieved by killing the previous ruler (thus making Arek the next king since he killed Barthly) and the other is the magical soulbinding law which very explicitedly states that the ruler has to marry before they turn 18 and bind their soul to another. Allegedly, Matt researched those laws to no avail, so our explanation to all the "how?" and "why?" questions remain unanswered. Same goes for the prophecy which basically foretold the entire plot of the book in great detail. The best thing about the prophecy was the allusion to several oracles making up a bunch of prophecies pf varying accuracy, and even having each oracle have their own precision statistics, but here, too, the "how?" is never explained. The prophecies exist and some are accurate and some aren't, but if there are any rules to that - we'll never know. The author needed the laws and prophecies to exist to make the story "work" and that's the gist of it.

Final Thoughts

Honestly, I had high hopes for the book and I'm left disappointed and, even worse, angry. The execution was so lackluster that it was almost offensive - same goes for the writing style in general. The banter was occasionally fun, but it was always the same so it got old really quickly. The Lila thing almost made me throw the book out my window. I just cannot forgive that, no matter how hard the author made her characters tell me how it wasn't that bad. No. It was awful. The characters lacked depth and charme, much less creativity and originality.

So This Is Ever After didn't read like an actual, edited and reviewed, printed book. It read like the fanfics I wrote when I was twelve - and that is NOT a compliment.

0/5 stars, if I ever recommend this book to you, know that you've probably greatly wronged me and this shall be my revenge.

[22degreehalo]

ALSO: after finishing TCOAAL I guess I was on a psych horror game kick or whatever, because I *finally* started reading Totono!!!! \o/

seriously given how long I waited for the translation to come out it's funny how long it took me to actually start it up;;; I'm so glad I did randomly buy it while it was on sale some time in the past (and then totally forget until recently) <3

Early thoughts!

I was surprised at how quickly it started up? Sooooo much happened in the first scene or two that I was a little thrown. I found myself commentating that I expected it to have a drawn-out happy prologue that would then be subverted later, like DDLC and SubaHibi (both of which I. never finished come to think of it hahahaha) but... well, given that our main three all just decided to buy ice cream and go to a cat shop together, I think it's fair to say that I am in that happy prologue right now :'D

I haven't had many spoilers, other than that it's apparently comparable to DDLC. In fact I thought I had been spoiled by that CG of Miyuki aiming the baseball bat at the player, which I thought was a mid-game scene of her going yandere and attacking us for going on Aoi's route or something. That might still happen of course hahaha, but seeing that CG literally two minutes into the game was a bit of a relief!

Hoo boy, I know this probably isn't too weird for denpa genre, but among all the ~ambiguously weird~ anime girls out there, Aoi is really something else. Just straight up word-for-word Shizotypal Personality Disorder. (Or Schizophrenia? I mean I know that her belief about the world being a game is true but. You know what I mean heh.)

The protagonist might've forgotten about that NTR vn with Aoi as a character but I sure haven't. Also 'ohh she must've been dressing up like the game character' SHE WAS WEARING YOUR SCHOOL'S UNIFORM. HOW DID YOU MISS THAT (no I'm not mad, it's not 'I really am in a game and the fourth wall is being stretched to breaking point' is at all a sensible thing to suspect anyway hahaha)

I. like Aoi :'))) And when she first showed up, I chose to 'Get zappy'. So when I got the clip choice, I chose her as well, not to mention that it was presented as the more 'neutral' option, tying all three characters together. I'm......... not sure how this is going to turn out!!!!! Because if I play her route first, and then Miyuki's second, isn't that sort of treating her like a side heroine...? Undoing what I did with her, and then going out with Miyuki, and then leaving the in-game 'reality' in that state...? Should I do Aoi again after Miyuki???? Why am I worrying hahaha, it's not like I even know if this game has a traditional route order... :'D

Of course I saved here <3

All right, back to the game. Wish me luck, weebs!!!!!!

[kitkatwinchester]

*SCREAMS*

Well.

With my sister and I having officially finished The Expanse (which was AMAZING, by the way. I would highly recommend, in case my slew of reblogging a bunch of content from said show wasn't indication enough lol), I'm finally back to Teen Wolf, and OOF are we coming in hot...literally.

I am sooooo glad that Parrish didn't actually die (though, as an aside, very clever title with the play on words lol), and I'm even more glad that he's finally in the loop now. I just hope we're able to figure out what he is and continue to protect him, and I hope he's able to learn how to control...whatever he is pretty quickly.

That said, the fact that the dead pool is apparently just...ACCESSIBLE now is absolutely terrifying. I mean, it literally just came flying out of Liam's printer. Wtf? How does that happen, and who's doing it? (Also why would it come flying out of Liam's printer in the first place? He's on the list. Why would he want it?). Like, there are a lot of people out there that would do crazy things for money, and the thing is, the fact that there are normal people who are now gonna be trying to kill these supernatural beings just makes it worse for everyone involved, because the "normos" (stealing a term from Mighty Med there lol) are in WAY over their heads, and it'll likely just get them killed, or at the very least, seriously injured, in the end--as evidenced by Haigh (though, I don't really care how hurt he got, because he tried to kill Parrish, and I love that man). It's just very disconcerting all around, and I DO NOT LIKE IT GOSH DARNAT!

That said, what I do like is Stiles and Lydia being partners in going to talk to Noah yet again, and what I like even MORE is Noah and Stiles's relationship and how much they love and care about each other. That scene in the hospital...agggggh my heart.

The fact that Noah winds up lashing out at Stiles purely out of fear and concern, because he's trying so hard to protect him and keep him out of these "adult" problems, but Stiles, in turn, is lashing out, because he loves his dad more than anything in the world, and he can't lose him, and he wants to protect his dad just as much as his dad wants to protect him, and he's just SO FREAKING WORRIED, and I just...uggggh I love them so much. They're dysfunctional as all heck, and terrible at handling emotions properly--BOTH of them--but they clearly care about each other so much and are just always so concerned for each other and I just...we love a good father-son duo. I love them so much. <3

Anyways.

I'm actually watching today's episode on Hulu, which means there are ad breaks, so maybe I'll actually be better at posting reactions at decent intervals. So far so good.

Season 4, Episode 9.

We're still trying to finish this show ASAP so we can dive into fandom content, so let's continue. XD <3

(I know this isn't in the episode, but I couldn't find any gifs from their hospital scene and I wanted a Noah and Stiles gif, so this still works. <3)

[asanjou]

okay i should do this properly before i finish kiramager

i feel like i definitely didn't pay as much attention to shinkenger as i could have because whenever i watch anything with didi i spend half the time making horse noises into the microphone instead of watching whatever we're streaming. that being said shinkenger is really good it's so good

the characters are really interesting and unique without being too over the top i think like. ryunosuke seems like the silliest guy when you start watching but he spends a lot of time acting fairly seriously when he's not wrestling chiaki or genta in the background of shots.

i thought the team dynamic was pretty much perfectly balanced like we talked about this a lot at the time but having the token funny guy be takerus childhood bestie was perfect because takeru not being as harsh on him for acting sillay as he might have been on the others meant that personality niche was filled out while making him more human if that makes sense. since that's still early on where takeru hasn't really opened up a lot yet

speaking of takeru is a really good character he's soooo like. HE'S A NICE BOY and god's strongest autism warrior. i was worried from the first couple of episodes that he would have had some of the issues i had w/ tarou dbros (like him being much more competent than the others and the narrative rarely letting him be in the wrong because of that) but i think those fears were assuaged pretty quickly cuz you realise pretty quickly why he's holding them at arms length even if you don't understand the full picture until episode 48. his growth is really good i think and also like i said before the scenes where genta is going silly mode and ryunosuke is like "tonosama please let me kill this guy" only to turn around and see takeru like 😂 are sooooo endearing

i really liked that they did all the character focused episodes in pairs i thought that was smart since it lets you get in not only more character development but also really solidifies how the one on one dynamics are which was a strength of this team

that being said not a lot of the motw were overly memorable but that's not really something that's that important for a show with a really heavy meta plot so i can forgive that

villain wise dayuu was by far the standout for me she was incredible. like her backstory was crazy. the reveal that she was keeping that guys soul trapped in the shamisen for all that time was crazy. i liked that she was pretty calm and composed despite having all that hate and rage boiling just under the surface. i like what kobayashi did with her and mako where she takes character motivations that might be a little misogynistic to have on their own (mako wanting to be a wife/mother & dayuus whole miss havisham thing) and really fleshes them out and makes them real. i was never really sure what to make of her relationship with doukoku again cuz I was too busy pretending to be a horse but i do think it made sense the way she reacted towards him given what had been established about her character even if it was unhealthy for her & i think her breaking the shamisen to overflow the river for the finale was like. kind of a perfect plot point in the way that it was set up as well as being the climax of her character arc

also i don't get to say this about m/f relationships much but i thought her dynamic with juuzo was craaazy. i don't think i was attached to juuzo as most people i know but he was a good foil for takeru esp after the kaoru reveal. he would have been prettier with different facial hair but idk maybe i would have felt differently if id watched the show when it came out

i couldn't really tell if kaoru was something that they'd planned from the start or that they thought of later i think i would have to rewatch it because in retrospect it does make some things read different (like takeru training really hard to use the big sword) but again maybe id have picked up on the foreshadowing more if i hadn't been neighing. i thought it was a pretty smart move to have her be very similar to takeru personality wise because it means you can endear people to her despite not having the time to dedicate to fleshing out her character much. i liked that the shinkengers did seem to genuinely like her as a person (probably for the same reasons) and that that arc was driven by their love & loyalty towards takeru rather than a disdain for kaoru.

im obsessed with her and takeru planning the adoption thing btw you know they both know exactly how funny that is and how mad it would make tanba but neither of them are going to say it out loud. didi said at the time that any other writer would have had them get married to do that plot point and it would have been weird but fortunately kobayashi is the funniest to ever have done it. and i know kaoru leaves at the end of the show but to me they're like siblings now

idk if i have more to say tbh i didn't even think i had this much. that's a lot of paragraphs. um i never mentioned kotoha at any point but she's like a little sister to me i want to take her to pet goats at the zoo. takeru is a girl to me. shinkenger is a good show. ryunosuke slayed

thanks bye

WE FINISHED SHINKENGER...

final thoughts

shinkenger has the first female red ranger but it's not the one you're thinking of

[whatsupsonnyboy]

burning love. || Joseph Quinn

SUMMARY: You and Joseph were the best friends back into your teen years but… life happens. You go separate ways and happen to bump into each other ten years later. You know nothing about him being Joseph Quinn, he loves it

warnings: smoking, swearing, drinking, a little amount of angst (but its just a little), fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, mentions of dysfunctional families and drug use (it’s just a mention, nothing big) 

wc: 4.6K

a/n: Sooooo, this had been on my mind the moment those new york pics dropped and I really needed to get it out. Probably making a second part for this. // Please, this is my first time posting my writing here, so I beg you to be kind (also English is not my first language so sorry in advance for any typos). I accept any kind of constructive criticism 😌 

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part I | part II

burning love

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Like, you weren’t even 100% sure that it was him but at the same time, there was not a chance that those big brown sparkling eyes could belong to anyone but him. You tried to take another look to the 5 feet something man that had just passed along, too close almost touching your side. That was actually what had made you look, the proximity of his body to yours as he walked across the room to get back to his table. Two pints of beer in his hands.

“Ey, y/n!? Are you even listening?”. Your friend shook her hands in front of you and you immediately apologized. “What’s the matter?” she asked again seeing you were completely distracted.

“You see that guy in the back” your friend took a look in the most noticeably way ever, so you almost hide under the table when he quickly glanced toward your table.

“Oh, I see, he’s hot”.  She laughed. Was he? Oh god… “But looks like he’s already taken hun”.

“Shut up!” you hissed. “That’s not the reason I’m staring… I think I know him”.

“Seriously?” your friend sounded unexplainably enthusiastic about the info. “Why don’t you go and say hi then instead of creeping on him like that”.

“I wasn’t creeping on him…” your friend laughed loudly in disbelief. “Anyways, I’m not even sure if it’s him. It’s been like… dunno, maybe seven or eight years”.

“Go and say hi” she insisted, and you felt like she was the one not listening now. “If it’s not him you just apologize and that’s it”.

You gave it a thought. Maybe you could do that… or maybe you could pretend you have to go the bathroom and casually have a closer look.

“Remember his name?” your friend asked, and you frowned. Of course you remembered.

“Joseph. We used to be close friends back when I lived in Lon…” she didn’t even let you finish when she was yelling his name not one but twice. You immediately tried to disappear behind her, your nerves mixing with shame and an outrageous need to kill her right there and then.

“I’m pretty sure he looked over” she said, no hiding her amusement. “You have to go and say hi”.

“Everyone in this fucking pub looked over” you angrily replied. “This is a nonsense. Common, I need a smoke”.

You stood up quickly from your seat and started walking to the exist without even checking if your friend was following you. You didn’t really care; you just need some air and a cigarette.

The New York cold breeze of October helping you to feel a little relieved. You took out your lighter and a cig from your packet as you walked away a few meters from the entrance. You rested your back against a wall and tried to recover your nerves. You weren’t really angry at her, like… she didn’t know. She had no idea who this guy, if it even was him, was… what he meant to you, or used to mean. Because, if you were honest to yourself, why have you reacted like that? Why did you care that much? Was it the fact that a lot of years had passed and you felt embarrassed by your friend behavior or was it because you were almost certain about him being actually him and the mere thought of it make your stomach flip and your heart skip. Suddenly you were seventeen, laying on the grass of the nearest park to your place while sharing a cig with your best friend as well as your thoughts and some laughs, loud laughs that he loved to provoke with bad jokes and constant banter. God… not in a million years you thought that he could still had that effect on you.

Yet there you were, trying to put yourself together. You remembered the unlit cigarette on your hand and brought it to your mouth. The same breeze you had been grateful about just a few moments ago was now annoying. The damn air was making really difficult to light the cig. Without notice, a hand joined yours to cover the small flame of your lighter and finally you could light your cig. You took a big puff without even thanking nor looking to the person that had helped you.

“This awful air makes you feel defenseless uh”. That accent… the voice. It was him. You didn’t even have to look at him.

You didn’t even try to look cool and even if you had tried, your ridiculous loud caugh would have given you away. Joseph put his free hand on your back as he rubbed in a sweet attempt of helping you as you were choking on your own damn smoke. God you felt like you could die of shame right there.

“Ey, sorry I didn’t pretend to scare you” he apologized as soon as you stopped coughing. That’s when you looked at him. His big sparkling eyes sent shivers along your spine and the way his hand wouldn’t left your back didn’t help with the feeling.

His name was the only thing that left your lips and it did in such a terrible weak whisper that, for a second, you thought he hadn’t got it. His laugh was a clear signal that he had heard you.

“Were you planning on running away or what” he said playfully just after he took a puff from his own cigarette. You were too caught up in the feeling that you just shook your head and then shrug your shoulders. “Gosh, I cannot believe you’re here”.

“What?!” you chuckled “I cannot believe you are here”.

You stared at each other for a second, you felt his soft gaze checking you in disbelief just as you were doing with him. For a moment you considered throwing yourself in his arms, but you had already embarrassed yourself enough for one night. Instead, you had a puff from your almost burn out cig. No chocking this time, thanks god.

“You look… grown up”. It slipped without even thinking and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, you know, years do that to people” he answers with kindness. “I think you had grown up to y/n”.

You laughed together this time, and you moved your head in acceptance.

“But, thankfully” you replied before taking your last puff.

“Seems like life has treated us nice, uh” he took your butt and his and threw them into a near ashtray.

“Yeah” you reply with your softest of the smiles as he came back to your side. “But… sorry to ask, what you doing in The City?”  

“Work” he simply responded, and it made you even more curious.

“Work?” you enquired.

“Yeah, got some meetings and press… but it’s just a couple of days” he said calmly. Maybe even with a bit of dullness.

“Press?” you didn’t want to be annoying but the whole thing was killing you.  

“You seem to be the only human in earth to not know what I do for a living”. He let it out as if he wanted to downplay the thing.

“I’m so confused… what are you talking about?” again, you didn’t want to insist but the intrigue and the mystery didn’t help. You for sure had no idea what he was talking about you almost feel bad.

“Nothing” he smiled tenderly.  “You don’t want to know, trust me” he said laughing and then changed the topic. “Tell me about you. You live here?” He almost sounded demanding, so you decided to drop it.

“I do. Yes.”

“Yeah, that accent speaks for itself” he replied in a New York accent that made the both of you bust into a laugh. It amazed you how that made you feel as if any year had passed.

“Cant’t believe you’re still into that”

“Ey! How am I supposed to stop doing something I’m hella good at”

“Right, sorry. You’re totally right”.

Joseph took out a packet and offered you his last cig. You denied at first because making him run out of them was the last thing you wanted to do.

“We share” he insisted and made you take it. “Like the good old times” he said with a grin as he lit up the cigarette in your mouth. He was so close to your face you could perfectly feel the heat of the air leaving his lungs. You look at him almost astonished, for fucks sakes. It had passed years… what the hell was happening? What the hell was he doing?

“So, what do you do?” he asked when you passed him the cig.

“I’m a doctor” you explained and this time he was the one to almost chock into his own smoke. “Ey, what is it” you whined. But you actually knew.

“Oh, common y/n! A doctor!” he called out still laughing. “You, the number one ‘you only live once’ person I’ve ever met… you know it’s witty”.

“Woah, woah, If my mind doesn’t fail… I’m pretty sure I didn’t take all that shit by my own” you winked and eye to him and if it hadn’t been for the darkness you would have sworn that he blushed in shame.

“Ok, fine… I’ll take my part” he laughed and passed you back the cigarette.

“But as you seem that concerned, I quit the moment I left London”.

“I see… I was the bad influence then” he joked and this time you were the one blushing.

“Shut up” you replied with a grin and he pinched your arm. Damn, he was too touchy. Just the same as he was back in your teen years.

“You smoke though” he pointed out.

“I occasionally do” you defended yourself quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve become one of those social smokers” he said in a silly tone. And when you shrugged your shoulders, he laughed again. “At least tell me you’re not a pediatrician or something like that”

“Anesthesiologist” your proudly claimed.

“Woah, that’s mental!” he answered with a half-smile. “It actually suits you”.

You frowned, what does that exactly was supposed to mean. But you couldn’t even ask because you noticed he wasn’t looking at you anymore and he had taken some steps away. He was looking towards the entrance of the pub, the blonde girl that you had seen he was sat back in there waving a hand to him. He raised his hand in a kind of signal that he was going to be back with her in a second. Joseph faced you again.

“I gotta run” he stated and somehow sounded sad. “It was so lovely to see you again, and not to mention how great you seem to be. I’m so glad”. He stepped back into your personal space, but you didn’t really mind.

“Don’t worry, I’m glad too you… are doing whatever you’re doing. You look happy”.

The smirk o his lips turned into a full and big smile as he said goodbye again and touched your arm gently. You watched him walk away as if you were petrified.  Again, that overwhelming feeling taking over your body when he suddenly turned around and run back to you.

“Ey, y/n, got you phone with you?” he talked fast. You search for it with hurry but unexplainably you couldn’t find it. “Doesn’t matter, tell me you number, I’ll write it down”

For a second you feel like your brain didn’t work, was he asking for your phone number? Was he planning on talking again? What was happening.

“Unless you…” you didn’t let him continue. You forced your brain to work despite all the emotional baggage that you were feeling and spill you phone number for him to add it into his contacts. “Banging!” he almost yelled as he waved you goodbye and run back to that blonde girl.

Banging… oh my god, you laughed at his expressions… how British he was. You stayed there for a moment, watching him walk away with that girl you were assuming was his girlfriend and trying to get your head around with everything that had just happened. You had never thought you would run into him again.

If you were honest to yourself, you weren’t even sure why you had grown apart. You remembered that the moment you left the country you tried to keep up with him, as well as with other friends from London, but trying to get into college and working full time didn’t really leave you much time for anything. Maybe it had been an excuse and eventually he stopped making calls and sending messages that were almost always left unread. You were too busy building your new life far away from your past demons that you forgot about him, the only person that had had your back in the most difficult times of your life as a teen. You started to feel really guilty about behaving like and it amazed you how lovely he actually had been to you. You didn’t remember him being the resentful type but…  you didn’t feel like you deserved his sweetness and amiability.

All the thoughts and memories were making you feel kind of anxious and overwhelmed so you slapped your internal self, composed yourself and walked back to the pub where you assumed you friend was waiting, maybe flirting with some stranger just for fun as she used to do. You could go over the whole thing in another moment.

-

You didn’t even know how you had found yourself in that situation. It was so weird, almost absurd you thought sometimes… still you spent almost every free moment you had to talk to him. It had just happened. Call after call you two had turned up developing this nice and lovely dynamic that would hold the both of you into a facetime call for hour sometimes, for less than five minutes others. It depended on how much time either of you got.

Eventually you found out, oh my god… you even feel embarrassed at first. How could you not know? “What kind of cave do you live in” he picked on you when you sent him the magazine cover. You were pretty sure you would never forget the way you felt when you discovered the pictures, and then an article and after that content wouldn’t stop popping up. You thought it was pretty awesome but at the same time it was really weird for you. Sure, he had always been a drama queen, and eccentric and a little bit hectic and if you thought of it a bit, it really made sense all the actor thing, but never in a million years you could’ve imagined him like this. It was big, it was huge. If you were finding it hard to swallow, you just couldn’t even imagine how it was being for him. Although that was the least of your topics, you noticed how comfortable he was chatting about shared old memories, letting him tell you every single detail of his day or just gossiping about some of your hospital coworkers or some random news about a friend in common that your mom shared with you. The both of you enjoyed the dynamic a lot.

On the other hand your mom wouldn’t shut up about it, constantly pointing out how uncanny all of it was and how your behavior was being “totally childish”. It made you regret telling her about him, not that she had leave you another option with her inquisitive questions and her way of cornering you the moment she noticed how “unusually happy and relaxed” you were looking. You didn’t think it was that much… but your best friend also mentioning didn’t help.

You hadn’t even wanted to give it a thought… it didn’t seem necessary, getting to talk to him about whatever any of you feel like in the moment was enough. It seemed to work just fine for Joseph and you so why did you had to question… why did other had to question it. And you were not catching feelings, for sure, you were not. Your heart skipping each time he said “oh boy, how much I’ve missed you” didn’t have anything to do with that. Nor the way his big eyes stared at you with mesmerism when you were telling him about your day. Not even the knot that started to grow in your stomach when you couldn’t reach each other for more than two days in a row. Of course, no. You were just old friends getting to reconnect… to catch up, and it happened to be  extraordinarily easy and comforting.  

However, the day you were looking for flights to London and considering spending Christmas with your family for the first time in almost six years just so you could actually hang up with him since he was going to be there to, was the day you started to think that maybe… just maybe, everything was getting out of hand.

You were about to collapse when your best friend called.

“What’s up? Have you booked your flight already?” she asked.

“I… I’m not sure about it”

“What?!” you heard the confusion in her voice “What you talking about? You were blasting about it yesterday! What do you mean by “I’m not sure about it”” she mocked but you were dead serious.

“I mean… what am I even doing y/bf/n. This is ridiculous. I cannot just fly back to London and stay at my parents’ playing «happy family» and all, and then just go and hang out with Joe like we are two careless teenagers and pretend it’s not nuts”.

“Are you finished?”.

“Take it seriously please”.

“Oh I am… you’re the one panicking over nothing y/n! You need to relax. You’re gonna travel back home for a week, have the nicest of the holidays, take it easy with your dysfunctional family and enjoy your time with this friend of yours. That’s all and it’s gonna be great”. Your friend sounded convincing.

“Looking at it like that it doesn’t sound that bad”

“That’s because it’s not, period”. The both of you laughed. “Relax, book that flight right now, and lets got out for a drink, deal?”.

“Yes mom” you joked but your friend didn’t reply, she had already hanged up.

So, London it was.

-

Joseph was the one waiting at the arrivals at Heathrow, not your mum, or your dad or your older brother. Joe was the one standing still next to an old couple searching for you in the crowded room. You had immediately spotted him as the automatic doors had opened. It amazed how good he looked, how good looking he was in fact. The last time you had seen each other, without considering your quick encounter two months ago, he still wore his glasses time to time, especially during classes, and he wouldn’t shut up about his “brand new smile” since he had just got rid of the brackets. Always goofing around, smoking cheap cigarettes and talking you into skipping Mrs. Davies period. And now… wow, the man he had become. He looked classy in that black large coat, sunglasses on the top of his head, his brown curls slicked back. How could someone look so damn hot by doing the bare minimum.  

The moment he saw you his eyes lighted up and an enormous smile appeared on his face. Your stomach flipped. As you were getting close to each other you were trying to figure out how were you supposed to greet him, but Joe seemed to have it pretty clear because as soon as you were in front of each other, he didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms. You couldn’t help but sigh at the ease feeling that took over you mixed with the essence of his perfume and cigarettes. He held you so tight that you thought for a second that his body would swallow you, not that you minded.

“God, I’m so glad you’re here” he said into your ear.

“I am too” was the only thing that you could said.

After driving you to your parents’ home so you could leave your stuff there, have a quick shower and show how happy and grateful you were to being there with them, Joseph took you out for lunch. He had bombarded you about a place called “The French House” for weeks and now that he had the chance to take you there, you were almost sure you were not going to visit any other restaurant during your stay.

You let him order your food, trusting him completely about how everything in the place was finger licking good. He really emphasized that part and it made you laugh out loud about it. He’d always been a foodie; you could even tell that his love for good food had increased, and it actually amazed you how those little details hadn’t changed at all. For sure he was different from what you remembered, as well as you knew you were different from his memories. But the essence was there. It seemed like he had taken all his best features and made them better if that even made sense.

Het let you finish your meal before asking. You knew he was dying to hear how right he was about the place and the food but you liked playing around.

“Well, it’s not bad… but maybe your irrational love for oysters can’t let you think properly”.

“Oh, common y/n! Don’t be a little liar. You know you enjoyed every piece of that…” he pointed to your empty plate, and you laughed. “You can’t say it wasn’t so fucking good”. He spilled each word slowly, looking at your eyes directly. You didn’t stop laughing, trying to play cool but the truth was that you were internally screaming. What the fuck. Why did he had to be that filthy around food.

“Shut up, oh my god…” you said as you stood up and he followed. “I bet you spend all that nasty amount of money you’re making on super expensive food and fancy restaurants” you teased.

“I do” he admitted with a grin on his face. “And suits. I love posh clothes” he stated and you laughed together.

You made your way out of the restaurant and took your packet out and got two cigs.

“How about we take a walk?” he suggested, and you agree. It wasn’t a really cold afternoon for the time of the year and lucky for you two it was not raining. You lit up your cig and did the same for him. When you got close to him the urge of ending with the few inches that separated your faces was unbearable. You had to recognize that he made you feel extremely needy and his touchiness didn’t help with the feeling either. Each time he touched your back, or your arm, or your hand a shiver would shake you, head to toe. God, he was so handsome and so charming. You were feeling like a dumb teenager with a crush on your best friend.

“Ey, y/n you okay?” he asked when he realized you were not listening to him.  

“Oh, yes… sorry. Gosh I’m so sorry I was not paying attention Joe” you saw in his eyes that he wasn’t mad but you felt terrible, especially because of how attentive he was every time you talk. “I’m so sorry I was just… sorry”.

“It’s fine” he said touching your arm gently, but you looked at him and it didn’t really seem as everything was fine. You were about to ask when he spoke again “Who would have said we will end up like this, uh… specially after everything”.

“What do you mean?” you inquired. “Like, is this that weird for you?”.

“No, no. Don’t panic, okay?” your heart skipped anyway, you didn’t like the turn it was taking. “It’s just… common. When was the last time we actually hanged out together as friends? I’d swear it was 2012 or so…” as he spoke, you stopped walking and so did he.

“What are you trying to say Joseph” he was starting to get on your nerves. “Just say what you want to say and that’s all”.

“I… See, y/n I don’t know, okay? I’m just so confused with everything. I’m not saying I don’t like it, but… oh, please, don’t look at me like that”. You couldn’t understand anything, and your face was probably making it quite clear.

What was happening? You get it, it was weird for you as well but why was he suddenly overthinking about it. You could almost say he was the one panicking as he had said. How the fuck you had gone from laughing about the way he had his oysters just an hour ago to this. To feeling as if he wanted to run away in that instant moment.  

“I… I’m gonna go home, okay?” you simply said. He tried to stop you by grabbing your arm. “Joseph, please” you asked him to let you go. You didn’t want to do this anymore.

“Y/n, look at me, would you?” You slowly faced him until your eyes reached his. “I don’t want this to end I really like this… whatever it is, for fuck sakes I really fucking like you”.

“You…” he didn’t let you speak.

“Let me finish because otherwise I’m not sure I’m gonna have the guts to say it” you realized he was suddenly a nervous wreck so you nodded and he kept going “I like you, okay? I really do and don’t even ask how or anything that tries to find any kind of logic because I’ve already done that and believe me… I wouldn’t be able to give you a decent answer because this feeling is just the most insane I’ve ever experienced” your heart was racing, almost as if it’d scape from your ribcage. “But I love it y/n. I absolutely adore the way you flip my feet over the ground with your laugh and how much you care about me and how can you remind every detail of all the stories I tell you. It drives me crazy”.

“Joe…”

“Please. But I’m scared as fuck” he confessed, and it nearly broke your heart. “I’m fucking scared that you’ll go and break my heart… and I didn’t want to bring all this up because I also didn’t want to ruin everything but I had to because I didn’t really know how much I could hold this…

“Could you, please, shut up and kiss me” you asked in a soft tone, trying to not to go crazy over his confession despite you were backflipping internally.

You didn’t have to ask twice, he pushed you closer and locked your lips together. The kiss was soft, slow, gentle, you weren’t even sure you could call that a kiss.

“Don’t break my heart, please” he said.

You didn’t say a word, instead you went for his lips, they were soft and warm. He pressed your body to his as his lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. God, how much you needed this. You could taste your shared breath and felt the urge growing in both of you.

“What if we go to my place and do the rest of the talking” he spoke almost against your mouth. You could only hum since you didn’t want to part away. But you knew it was better to do as he said.

“Okay, sure, let’s go”.

You stare at each other and laugh, you looked at his plumped and pink lips, you were already desperate to kiss them again.

[mroddmod]

HEY i'm here to do that stupid sappy thing where i make a new years post and thank everyone for the great year.

i already said this on twt but i can genuinely say that i have never had this much fun in a fandom before. i've never CLICKED with a fandom and its participants in the way that i've clicked with the stranger things fandom. i've made more finished art than i have for any other franchise, i think. i've never gotten to connect with people and make friends in a fandom like i have with the stranger things fandom. THE FRIENDS IVE MADE ARE SOME OF THE BEST IVE HAD IN LIKE. EVER. you guys are seriously so awesome. NOT TO MENTION ALL THE INCREDIBLE PEOPLE THAT I ALWAYS SEE IN MY REBLOG TAGS AND REPLIES. i've had the privilege to get to meet, know, and interact, with some of the nicest and most talented people ever. it's been such a good year BECAUSE of the connections i've made. SOOOOO i'm gonna list off some of my favorite people and say a little something and TRY to keep it short. OBVIOUSLY THIS IS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

@astrobei : yeah, obviously you're in here, idiot. you wormed your way into my life way too quickly and WAYYYY too easily but i wouldn't change it (probably. just kidding. or Am I.....). i was a MEGA fan of your writing LOOOONG before i ever even spoke to you, so it's kind of a trip that i talk to you every day now. if you told mod from september that he'd be this tight w suni astrobi he absolutely would not believe you. anyway thank you for making me laugh so much and talking to me all the time even though you should probably be doing better things. keep being you. k love u (maybe) bye

@msquared1414 : MAGS. MY DEAR MAGS. I LOVE YOU SO DEARLY. you are a beacon of light in a fucked up and annoying world. i know i can always count on you for support and a good laugh. im so glad i got to know you over the time that we've been talking. i promise i have more special wips to send u soon. I MISS YOU ALL THE TIME BFF

@cherbearsz : CHER 😭😭😭 do you realize that you're actually one of the funniest people on the planet. did you Know. actually i take it back, you're the funniest. i could be having a shit day and suddenly cher gets in the chat and stirs up chaos and i am feeling like :) again. ty for being you, bro 🤝

@livsmessydoodles : we've known each other for a long time but i feel like i didn't really GET to know you until this year. but i'm so glad i did!! you are such a lively and positive energy that i love to see on my dash, in my notifs, in our group chats, anywhere. you are TRULY a unifying and joyful force. keep up your good energy, so many good things will come to you in life.

@halosketches : sorry but who gave you the right to be this cool. like i wanna know. YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE COOLEST PERSON IVE MET.... i know this is like a cringe thing to say but your vibes are Unmatched. i know i can always trust your takes because your taste in media is the Highest of quality. you're also way too nice. you're insane.

@wynsvre : sarah :((( my bro. my guy. you are an INSPIRATION to me and you always will be in so many ways. you are so real and honest and i value that in you so much. honestly you're just such a rad person. i aspire to be more like u.

@janceezer : KITE!!!!! i actually cannot believe how sappy and sweet you are it's CRAZY that you're just that way. YOURE JUST THAT GOOD. it pleasantly surprises me all the time. you are so down to earth and you care about people with everything you have, and i feel SO lucky to be one of those people. KEEP BEING YOU!!!

@tryingonametaphor : AH BHAVNA you have been an absolute pleasure to get to know this year. i was ALSO a huge fan of yours before i got to know you personally, but i was BLOWN away by how kind you are 😭 you are just so understanding and patient and RIDICULOUSLY creative. you're so cool, it's crazy.

@spacedru1d : MY BFF!!!!! my matching bff. you've been such a good friend and a delight to interact with. you're naturally such a good person without even trying. IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH DURING YOUR TIME IN UNI but i'm proud of you for getting your shit done and finally getting the gf of ur dreams. I WISH YOU NOTHING BUT THE BEST BFF!!!

okay now that i've gotten all my Real Actual IRL Bestest Friends in the Entire World out of the way....

some other people that i've loved interacting with/seeing in my notifs/seeing on my dash:

@bujomoss, @http-byler, @smoosnoom, @bookinit02, @nnilkyway, @elekinetic, @wiseatom, @andiwriteordie, @paladibun, @noodles-and-tea, @aemiron-main, @caesarexile, and many more im CERTAIN i'm forgetting.

anyway. thanks for an incredible year. HERES TO 2023!!!

[spitdrunken]

I haven't watched Ducktales but the Scrooge stuff is cute u should keep going

😭 thank you so much anon... i’m far from having finished the series myself but i just think it’s really fun HAHA

i’ve just been thinking about like... i mentioned this in the previous post, but being a human just randomly transported into that world :’) since there’s quite a bit of magic and everything there, i was thinking maybe it’s some accidental teleportation that happened when scrooge or one of the nephews messed with an artifact during one of their adventures... and there isn’t a clear way for you to go home! scrooge isn’t heartless, he’s (part of) the reason that you were torn away from your world, your family, your friends and all that was familiar to you- obviously, he’ll take you in until they find a solution. he has plenty of spare rooms in that mansion of his, after all. 

in the meantime, you almost become like a bit of a glorified assistant HAHA i’ve been thinking a lot about what specific bodily differences there might be between ducks and humans, and there’s a few things!

most of all i enjoy the thought of ducks having much less dense bones than you do (i know they can't fly themselves so they might not be entirely hollow but who knows) and so you end up quite a bit sturdier and stronger than them no matter your stature. it makes you useful for adventuring and scrooge will drag you along. who knows, maybe they'll find the key back to your home and you might not be there to use it! i was also thinking your hands might be more dexterous than theirs, and some more stuff!

scrooge thinks it's a very bad idea to let you go anywhere unattended because you stick out so much in a crowd. he has far too many enemies in duckburg, and you're far too easily noticable. glomgold really wants to whisk you away mainly to spite scrooge, but also because you're one of a kind :') he wonders how much money he could get for just letting people take a picture with you or something...

i find it very funny to imagine you just get traded back and forth between scrooge and glomgold regularly. the first two times were genuinely scary, but you quickly realised you could kick glomgold away like a football if you wanted to, and he never hurt you besides being obnoxious. scrooge kind of hates it, but you end up hanging out at his arch nemesis' house quite a bit. you even have a toothbrush there and everything. it just feels like you have divorced parents or something HAHA you interfere with any seriously harmful plans glomgold is brewing, though.

as i’ve said before, i haven’t watched that much of the show yet so i might be wrong, but it seems like glomgold has literally like no one in his life? like he’s living off of spite alone. if that’s the case then he secretly has to be kind of dreadfully lonely, right? i like the idea that he gets pretty attached after you get ‘kidnapped’ (eventually you just go over to his place yourself lol) a couple of time and his goal kind of shifts. he wants you on his side exclusively and probably wear like a shirt with his face on it or something, and kind of wants to copy the family dynamic scrooge had but he’d never admit this out loud directly. he just gives you a bunch of expensive gifts to ‘buy’ your loyalty LMAO

the whole concept is just sooooo funny to me i mostly have platonic (yandere) thoughts about them but knowing myself i’ll end up making it creepy lmao

[just-here-for-the-moment]

claire!! my love!!

i was just wondering if you could write me something for din using the prompts

“H-how long have you been standing there?” &

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

maybe you could also throw in a lil bit of din the dilf’s breeding kink??

(could you uh make it extra smutty and make my ovaries explode??)

thank you!! i love you!!!!

OMG Jo, seriously, you’re KILLING me over here. This was sooooo filthy and fun to write LOL. I hope you like it!! 😘

Word count: 5860+

Outline: “Mando”/Din x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ ONLY; Din eavesdropping; female masturbation; Din physically crowding you up against a wall; a sprinkling of angst; blackout room conditions so Din can remove the helmet; breeding kink; unprotected P/V sex; Din has a filthy mind and a filthy praise-kink mouth to match; BREEDING KINK out the wazoo; a little bit of sexy anticipation, then a little bit of romance, and then just pure SMUT

You opened the door to the hallway after your shower and let the cool air wash over you as you got dressed. You knew Mando was up in the cockpit fiddling with something that was going to take a while, and the small bathroom was entirely too steamy for your liking. The vent fan never seemed to keep up with the hot water you luxuriated in after a mission like this.

You and Mando had been on a desert planet for three days, braving periodic dust storms to find the bounty, and the endless waves of dirt had seeped into your mouth and nose. It had even seemed to settle into your joints, making them ache. You finished toweling off and stepped into your underwear.

“Dammit!” Your foot caught on the waistband but you recovered your balance quickly. You started to wonder what would happen if Mando walked in on you, caught you naked. Would he even notice? He didn’t treat you like a woman while you were hunting or fighting together. If he saw you naked it would probably be nothing. He would probably treat you like you had simply taken off a cape or a glove.

But during the nine months you had spent with him, working alongside him, talking to him in the little short conversations he actually held with you, you had fallen in… maybe not love, but something like it. Lust maybe, or yearning, or something equally desperate. You didn’t want to call it love when you didn’t even know his name.

Thoughts of Mando were starting to fill your every waking moment. You fantasized constantly about ripping off his armor and his cape, licking every inch of the expanse of skin underneath, seeing his face and making genuine eye contact. You touched yourself so often in your bunk before sleep that you had forgotten to be quiet a few times. But his stoic posturing and lack of any indication to you that he saw you, or that he recognized that you were a woman at all only drove your infatuation. It was hell.

“Man probably doesn’t have a single atom of sexuality in his body.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror and applied cream to your desert-dry skin. “I could probably lay naked across his lap and he wouldn’t even notice. Fucking sexy goddamn idiot, walking around like he’s swinging the galaxy’s biggest dick. Fuck me.”

You propped one foot up on the edge of the sink and started to apply cream to your leg. “Fucking sexy moron. Probably doesn’t even notice I have boobs. Might as well be a fucking frog lady for all he notices.”

You began to wonder if talking to yourself was a sign of some kind of hyperdrive-induced madness. Not that it mattered. Your only conversation partner was so closed off, so short with his answers that you might as well talk to yourself. You shrugged and switched to your other leg.

“Maybe I should jump him, make him notice me for once. Ha, like that would do anything. He’d probably freeze me in carbonite so that he doesn’t have to hear me talking so much.” You put your foot down and slathered cream on your arms and shoulders, following your weird train of thought.

“... or maybe he’s into that. Real weird shit, like freezing women in carbonite and jerking off on them?” You held that mental image in your brain for a half-second too long and then shuddered.

“Ew. Gross. Or maybe he’s just into normal kinky shit and hasn’t been around a woman in so long he’s forgotten how it works.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and started to clean your teeth. You spit out a mouthful of foam and then pointed the toothbrush at your reflection while you continued.

“Maybe you’re it, sweetheart.” You winked and smiled at yourself. “Maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him what love is. Ha! Love…”

You smirked at yourself and continued brushing. You spit out the final mouthful of foam and leaned close to the mirror, looking at your eyeballs and gums up close, inspecting yourself for signs of ill health. You lowered your voice in a parody of a sexy accent.

“Or maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him how luxurious a warm pussy and a pair of boobs feel in the dark when you’re out in the cold reaches of space.”

You nodded once at your reflection, as if a vital consensus with mirror-you had been reached. You stepped into your sleeping pants and slippers and pulled your shirt on over your head. You grabbed your toiletries bag and stepped out the door, taking a left toward your bunk.

You ran into a wall of Beskar. Oh fuck.

Mando was standing with his shoulder propped against the wall between the ‘fresher and your bunk. The ladder to the cockpit was about six steps behind you, which meant that he hadn’t just come down the ladder, because you would have seen him in the mirror while you were talking to yourself, which meant… Oh FUCK.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Your voice was high and squeaky.

Mando didn’t respond, just tilted his helmet an inch to the side, like he was studying you. You felt your stomach flip over and something warm and wet rushed to your crotch. You hoped you hadn’t just peed yourself a little from fear.

You were about to open your big mouth and make some excuses about dust madness or sleep deprivation when you heard him sigh… or you thought you did anyway. It was hard to discern that soft of a sound through his modulator while your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Long enough,” was all he said, and then he walked past you and climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

You stood, rooted to the spot for ages, until you shook your head clear and went to your bunk. Maybe that hadn’t happened at all. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you should get some sleep.

You tossed and turned for ages, trying to pinpoint the exact moment where Mando could have crossed the hall without you seeing him in the mirror, and trying to recall exactly what you had said and when. Either he had crossed the hall outside the ‘fresher door in the half second when you had pulled your shirt over your head, or he had been there since you got out of the shower and opened the door. If he had been there since you opened the door, that meant that he had heard everything, every crazy thought that you had voiced. But if he had somehow only crossed the hall while you were pulling on your shirt, then why would he have said ‘Long enough’?

Your panicked calculations ran over and over in your head, doing nothing to calm your distress. The more you thought about Mando, the more you wanted him. Okay, so what if he overheard everything? Did that change anything? No. Apparently he had decided to just… not react to it. He had swept past you and made for the ladder, and in that moment where he shared your space you had caught a whiff of his scent, that mix of cold metal and scruffy wool, the musk of something salty and warm that lay just underneath, which must be just him.

As you thought about that moment in the hall, your fingers moved almost automatically to the waistband of your sleeping pants, and you savored the coolness of your fingers when they met the warm mound of flesh just under your navel. You stroked yourself there, moving lower with each graze of your fingertips until you felt the first whisper of the coarse curls that dusted your pubic mound. You brushed your fingers along, moving lower and lower until they reached the valley between your outer lips, the crevice that you opened with a single sweep of your finger, where warmth and wetness lay buried.

You propped your legs open and found your clit, the little bud that made you gasp when you touched it and made you want to cry Mando’s name loud enough to echo through the whole ship. You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans while you rubbed harsh circles around your clit, dipping your fingers occasionally into the pool of slick that was growing by the minute. You dragged the wetness back up to your nub of nerves and kept going, harder, faster, almost punishing yourself for daring to even think about Mando that way.

He clearly didn’t want you, and the idea that you might end up torturing yourself like this for months or years longer produced an ache, a soul-deep longing to just stay close to him no matter what the circumstances, so that you could keep getting the little glimpses of him that fed your obsession. Once he had reached for a lever in the cockpit and you had caught a flash of skin at his wrist, a centimeter of flesh that fueled your bedtime fantasies for weeks.

And then just now in the hall, that rush of air in his wake as he passed you, the smells of him that combined to make him: his scent, his aura, his presence. That salt-metal-musk of him, and a hint of soap, the buttery-woodsy scent that perfumed the steamy bathroom after he had showered. You had gone in once right after he left the ‘fresher before the vents had cleared it, and the smell of his soap, so masculine and clean, had made your cunt clench. After that you seemed to find excuses almost every time to use the ‘fresher immediately after he had showered and vacated it.

You felt like a creep but you liked smelling his soap, liked the way the steam warmed your face and made it prickle as you sat and inhaled a part of him that was there but couldn’t be seen. It was almost a religious experience like that, ephemeral and intangible, with the undercurrent of shame and fear of being caught. What kind of weirdo sits and smells someone else’s shower steam and gets turned on?

The memory of all the times you had touched yourself like this before, in your bunk and in your shower and in the steamy bathroom inhaling the clouds of Mando’s soap-scent all crashed down on you at once, and a cry ripped from your throat.

You bit it off halfway and it ended with an “-mmmh!” You hadn’t heard any sounds from beyond your door, so you weren’t worried that Mando had heard you. He was probably still up in the cockpit, fiddling endlessly with knobs and buttons, trying to extract the best fuel efficiency possible. You rubbed yourself more gently until your climax shuddered to a stop, and then it was over.

You wrapped yourself up in your blankets and slept like a rock.

The next morning you woke up tense and nervous about seeing Mando. Despite being sure that he had decided to ignore what he had heard, you were still anxious about facing him. You got dressed and stuck your head out your door, not seeing him out in the hallway. Your shoulders relaxed a bit. You decided to try to just go up to the cockpit like normal. If he was going to ignore it, you could do the same… or at least you could try.

You closed your door behind you just in time for his heavy footsteps to descend the ladder from the cockpit. Fuck.

“Morning,” you mumbled. He hit the ground and turned to you, not moving a muscle. Oh stars, here we go, you thought to yourself.

He nodded his helmet at you once in greeting. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, yes. Yes I did, thank you… You?” You made awkward, polite conversation back, even though you were half convinced he didn’t ever sleep at all. Just one more mystery of the Mandalorian you were probably never going to solve. But at least he didn’t seem like he was interested in talking about anything he may have overheard, or that he was offended enough to kick you off the ship, so that was a relief.

“Yes.” He held his visor trained on you from just a few feet away. You found yourself fixing your gaze on his neck, not bold enough to look him directly in the region of his eyes like you normally did.

You waited for him to say more. When he didn’t you found yourself nervously trying to fill the silence.

“Um, what’s on today’s schedule? We still traveling or did you want to stop anywhere? I mean, I’m fine with either option, I don’t need to stop. But if you wanted to-”

“No.”

You were almost grateful for the way he interrupted you.

“If you still want me to repair the-”

“No.”

You were starting to feel a little bit of panic. The topics of traveling and ship repairs were pretty much all you had to rely on without resorting to an awkward silence... or worse, broaching the subject of last night. You vowed not to ever talk about that if you could help it.

You nodded once and then fixed your gaze on the toes of your boots. You put your hands behind your hips and leaned back against the closed door of your bunk in a parody of a relaxed posture. You folded your lips in between your teeth and bit down, forcing yourself to look back up at his visor. If this silence lasted any longer, you were going to break and start chattering nonsense just to fill the void.

Mando took a step toward you and you involuntarily flinched. He paused, and you were filled with regret. Had you scared him off? Had you made things that terrible and awkward? Was he going to kick you off the ship?

You forced yourself to breathe evenly, in and out through your nose. In the quiet it sounded like you were taking big shuddering gasps of air. Fuck, I can’t even breathe like a normal person.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Mando’s voice was low, and you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

You stuttered, “Wh- What? What do you mean?”

“Did you,” he took another step closer, “...enjoy yourself last night?”

Oh fuck, so he was going to talk about your embarrassing bathroom monologue after all. Fuck fuck fuck.

“No, I-” You forced yourself to at least maintain eye contact with his visor as you stumbled over your words. “I don’t enjoy that kind of thing. I mean, I don’t do it for fun, I was just, ummm... bored and I- It’s not fun for me or anything. I mean, I don’t- I don’t always- Look, I know it was rude and I’m sorry.”

“So,” he moved closer, nearly towering over you where you leaned against the wall, “...you didn’t enjoy that... last night?”

You gulped and stuttered more nonsense. “No, I- I mean, I was just trying to fill some time and I thought I was going a little, you know, nuts after that last mission. I’m sorry if you overheard me. I mean- I just- I-”

“Because it sounded to me like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Ummm… no- no, sir,” Oh fuck, did I just call him sir? What the fuck is wrong with me?

You tried again, “I’m sorry if you overheard me. I was- It was rude, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Mando propped one arm against the wall near your head, boxing you in. You wouldn’t be able to untangle your own arms from behind you without pushing your body against his.

He inclined his visor lower and purred, “What you said?”

“Yes, in the ‘fresher, I’m sorry you overheard me with the door open, talking to myself about you. I’m- I won’t do it again.”

He tilted his visor just an inch lower, and you got the distinct impression he was enjoying this, enjoying watching you squirm.

“I wasn’t talking about the ‘fresher.”

Your heart stopped for what felt like a full second, and then picked back up at double speed.

“What?” Your voice was a mere squeak, barely a whistle of air forming one word.

“I wasn't talking about the ‘fresher.” Mando’s voice was low, as dangerous as you had ever heard him.

Your eyes were glued to the curved black of his visor, and you couldn’t form coherent thoughts or any words besides stuttering out another weak, “W- what?”

Mando brought his free hand up to your face. His fingers were curled just under your chin, the pad of one huge thumb pressed flat under your lower lip.

“I was talking about you touching yourself in your bunk where you think I can’t hear every moan that you make. Where you think I can’t hear you fucking your own fingers practically every night, for months.” He was holding your chin in place with his gloved fingers. Under any other circumstances you would have been drooling with lust from both your mouth and your pussy. But this was torture.

You let a small sigh out, and it felt like all of your last bit of life force went with it. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were going to faint. You managed to shudder a great heaving breath in and stay upright. You had survived worse, you could manage to get through this little embarrassment, and then you could make your break from the ship, leave the Mandalorian, and go to whichever corner of the galaxy he wasn’t going to be in. You tried to remind yourself that nobody ever died from a little embarrassment.

“I- I…” You tried to form some kind of rational thought, and then you seized on a little spark of anger. You jerked your chin sideways to get it loose from his fingers, and then you scowled up at his visor. You tried to get very angry at the idea of him listening in, when that was actually all you had wanted for months.

“That was private, Mando. Are you saying that I should be embarrassed about a biological function of the human body? Masturbation is normal.”

He practically whispered, and you had to strain to hear him over your own pounding heart.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t normal, sweetheart. I asked if you had enjoyed yourself, because it sounded to me like you did. Contrary to popular belief, I have noticed that you’re a woman, and I do have at least one atom of sexuality in my body. I’ve touched myself at night, too, thinking about you.”

Oh stars, if embarrassment couldn’t kill you, the sudden jump in arousal might. You felt your stomach flip and your pussy clenched hard around nothing. The fresh clean underwear you had put on this morning was drenched.

You couldn’t speak, but Mando seemed to be fine continuing his train of thought. “And if you wanted any help in that department, I know a certain ‘sexy moron’ who might be able to assist.”

“Oh fuck.” Your voice was back to a squeak.

“That’s not an answer.” He tilted his visor just a degree to the right. “Do you want my help with that?”

You closed your eyes and nodded vigorously, nearly headbutting his helmet. “Yeah, yes. Yes please. Yes.”

“Good.” Mando stood back from the wall and put his hands on his hips. Now that he wasn’t crowding you, you felt like you could breathe again.

He held one gloved hand out to you. “We have at least a few hours with the ship on autopilot. Your bunk or mine?”

“Yours.” You pushed yourself off the wall and nearly fell. Your legs had gone numb. Mando caught you around your waist and looked down at you.

“Ground rules first. One, you can’t see my face. We have to leave all of the lights off.”

You nodded up at him. “Yeah, okay. I’m okay with that.”

“Good. Two, you have to stop creeping into the ‘fresher after every shower I take. That’s weird, cyar'ika.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you laughed. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“Three, you can call me Din. It’s my name. But you only use it when we’re alone, got it? Everywhere else we go, I’m still ‘Mando’ to you.”

You looked back up at his visor with your best, most honest face. “Yeah, I can do that… Din. That’s nice.”

Mando released you and held your hand as you walked the three steps over to his bunk’s door. He opened it and motioned for you to get inside. You kicked off your boots and crawled up on the bed. Mando closed the door and started to remove his armor and his layers of underclothes. You took the hint and started to undress yourself.

You lay naked on the bed, taking in the sight of him as he disrobed in the dim light. It was odd that he could get entirely naked and let you see his cock, his broad shoulders, thick and solid muscles from fighting, scars and all… but not his face.

As if he could read your thoughts, he turned to you and said, “I can’t let you see my face unless we’re married, unless you’re my riduur, my wife.”

You blinked at that, the thought of being lucky enough to become his wife was dizzying, potent and attractive.

You had a sudden thought and sat up, dangling your legs off the side of the bed. “Are we- are we ruining that? If we do this can I still be- I mean, we’re not supposed to wait until after marriage, right?”

“We?”

“I’ve been on your ship for months, Mand- I mean, Din.” You shook your head to clear it.

“I’ve been lusting after you since the first time you said my name. I’ve been half distracted by thoughts of you every day since I got here…” You trailed off, unsure of how to say what you were trying to say without just coming right out and saying it.

Din moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. “Are you saying you want to do more than just fuck?”

“Well… yeah. I mean, if I just wanted a fuck I could’ve gone to any brothel right near the landing pads, at any of the places we’ve stopped.” You looked down at your lap, somehow more embarrassed by the admission that you hadn’t had sex in months than you had been by all of the conversation up to now.

Mando slipped one of his broad hands into yours, intertwining his fingers. The warmth and the new, strange sight of his calloused hand holding yours so gently gave you the courage to finish voicing your thoughts.

“But I… I didn’t want that. I don’t want just a fuck…” You looked back up at his visor and took a steadying breath in. “I want you, Din. I love you.”

Din let a long breath out, “Cyar'ika, I- I’m happy to hear you say that, but I don’t want you to get into anything with me that you might regret.”

Your voice was quiet. “Does that mean you don’t love me?”

He turned you to face him, broad hands holding your shoulders. “No, that’s not what it means. I- I’ve felt the same way about you since you got here. But I had to hide it because this is a hard life that I’ve chosen.”

“I know that, Din-”

He cut you off. “No. This is it. We may not be able to settle down or stay in one place. I can’t guarantee that there will be any luxury or softness in your life. It means that I love you so much that I want you to be absolutely sure of what you’re choosing, if you choose me.”

You blinked up at him. Did he really not see?

“Din, I’ve fought alongside you for months. I thought that I had proved myself capable, but if you think I’m weak or I can’t handle it-”

“Mesh’la, I know you can handle it, I know you can fight and that you’re strong. But it has to be your choice.” He took both of your hands in his. “You can’t choose this on a whim. You have to choose with your eyes open.”

He brought his hand back up to grip your chin again, thumb planted firmly to tilt your face up to his. You saw yourself reflected in his visor, and you realized instantly that your face looked just as determined as you felt inside. You brought both hands up to wrap them around his shoulders, stroking the skin on the back of his neck. He dropped his hand from your face and wrapped both arms around your waist.

“My eyes are open, Din, and I choose you. If you need more time, if you don’t want to decide right now, I’ll wait for you. I’ll stay and fight alongside you and prove my love to you a thousand times if that’s what it takes. But I choose you, and everything that goes along with that choice.”

Din bent his head to yours and touched the front of his helmet to your forehead. The gesture was strangely somehow more intimate than the fact that you were sitting naked next to one another on his bunk. You sighed and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of him under your fingertips, the contrast of the cool metal against your forehead, the warmth of his soft skin where it pressed against yours.

“I want you to have my warriors, mesh’la. Do you want that? Do you want me to father your children?”

Your arousal surged back suddenly. YES, your entire body screamed at you. You inclined your head back and leaned your face up to kiss the top of his visor.

“I’d love nothing better, Din. If you want me, I’m yours. I’ll bear twenty warriors if you want me to.”

“Mesh’la, I-” He stopped. “Not here. I can’t marry you here. You deserve to do it on some beautiful green planet, to wear flowers in your hair and say your vows with me in the sunlight.”

“Okay, Din. Whatever you say. I don’t care where we make our vows.” You stroked your hands down his broad shoulders and gripped his biceps. “I’ll do it here, I’ll do it on the farthest-flung planet if you say so. I’ll do whatever you say, whatever it takes to call myself your wife.”

He leaned his helmet to your head again, and whispered, “Cyar'ika, my beautiful girl. My girl… close your eyes.”

You sat back on the bed and closed your eyes. Din got up and you heard the soft hiss of his helmet coming off, then a thud as he laid it carefully on the floor. Then there was a soft click as he turned the lights off before he joined you on the bed. He gently pushed you onto your back, and you felt him recline next to you, your bodies and legs pressed together as he lay on his side facing you.

His voice was strange without the modulator, somehow the same velvety tone, but entirely different altogether. “You can open your eyes, cyar'ika.”

You did, and found that the entire bunk was dark, no seam or seep of light from the hallway around the door. You turned your face to Din and whispered his name, “Kiss me.”

He did, and you melted into it. You realized suddenly that although you had spent so many months fantasizing about what he looked like under his helmet, you actually didn’t care now. You just wanted to feel him and be with him. To be his.

You felt his erection grow hot and hard against your leg, and you whimpered as his tongue probed your mouth. His lips were soft, his kisses languid and deliberate. You were split in two by the desire to take your time like this, and the equally strong throbbing in your clit that urged you to hurry along to the fucking.

You decided to let him go as slow as he wanted. There would be plenty of time for that later, and you suddenly realized just how quickly things had moved to this point. This was your first time kissing the man who would be your husband. The thought of it nearly bowled you over. Last night in front of the mirror you had called him some very bad things while also somehow complimenting him, and then you had touched yourself in desperation like you had almost every night for the last nine months. And now, here you were in his bunk, naked together and engaged to be married. There was no need to rush things.

Din kissed you like he was trying to memorize you, and you gave him the best of yourself in return. You whispered and murmured sweet words to him in between kisses, licked into his mouth with the same vigor that he licked into yours, and stroked his cheek with your fingers.

“Din, I love you so much. I want to be yours forever.” You kissed him deeply and pulled his hand down to rest on your belly. “Please give me children. Please let me carry a part of you inside me. I want you to fill me up with your seed, let it grow inside my womb.”

“Mesh’la,” he nearly whined at that.

He kissed you again more aggressively as he rolled himself on top, bracing himself on his hands above you. You gripped his forearms just below his elbows and got wetter at the feel of the hard muscles under his hot skin. He was strong, you had seen that in action many times, but the corded muscles just under the skin were proof of his presence, the man under the armor.

The realization that you would be the only woman for the rest of his life to feel him this way made you moan.

“Din, take me. Please? Take me now.”

He whispered to you in the dark, “I will, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you and fill you up. Fill you with my semen. You’re going to have my baby.”

You opened your legs wide, feeling the heat ebb from your throbbing cunt. Din shifted against you and you felt his cock press against your seam. He rolled his hips away from you, and in the next moment he was halfway inside, kissing you hard as he moaned into your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into yourself, feeling ravenous and greedy, wanting every inch of him inside of you as soon as you could. You reached up to caress his neck and cup the back of his head. You were surprised to find that his hair was soft, and that it curled down to the nape of his neck. You hadn’t given a thought to his hair, other than to note that his pubic hair and body hair was dark when he undressed. You just hadn’t spared a thought to what the hair under his helmet would look like, or if he even had any at all.

You were instantly curious about the color of Din’s eyes, and whether your children would look more like him, or like you. You smiled into his kisses in the dark, savoring that sweet wonderment as your husband-to-be fucked into you, rolling his hips against yours in the dark and joining the two of you forever.

Din started huffing out words that landed somewhere between devotion and depravity, filled with more emotion than you had heard from him in all of the preceding months.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mesh’la. I’m gonna fill you up and fuck a warrior into you, fill you with my cum and watch you grow round. You’re going to glow with my baby growing inside of you.”

You moaned and spasmed around his cock, chills of electricity running up and down your spine as he growled out more of his filthy praise.

“You’re going to look so beautiful, cyar'ika, so fucking gorgeous after I fill your hot cunt with my seed. You’re going to take it all and let it fill you- fucking fill you up until you’re bursting… my good girl.”

You felt your climax growing, and you pulled your knees up high so that he could thrust even deeper.

“More, Din-” you huffed out the words as best you could. “Tell me more. Fuck me more.”

He began thrusting harder, stuttering out his words with each plunge of his meaty cock into your wet, hot center.

“You’re- fucking- beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.” He kissed you hurriedly, eager to spill more dirty talk into you. “We’re going to take- take our vows tomorrow- take our time after that- fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. Fuck a warrior into that ripe womb of yours.”

“Oh fuck, Din. I’m gonna come. Keep going.”

“Touch yourself for me, cyar’ika. Touch that beautiful cunt and make her swallow me whole.”

You cried out at that and then reached down to find your clit, to coax yourself over the edge as Din continued to utter his honeyed filth into your soul.

“You’re going to carry- carry my warriors, mesh’la. Grow round with my baby inside you- spill honey from your breasts for my child.” He groaned and you could tell he was close.

“I’m going to fill your hot cunt with my seed, m- make you froth with my cum, cyar’ika. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

He thrust even harder, ramming his cock into a spot deep inside of you that made your eyes water.

“I’ll protect you both, cyar’ika. Shelter and care for you while you grow our baby inside of you. Fill up this fucking hot cunt- this perfect fucking pussy- over and over again. Protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck, Din, I’m coming!” You felt your whole body thrill with the force of your orgasm, your pelvic muscles squeezing him hard as you threw your head back and moaned.

Din groaned and thrust four, five, six more times until he plunged deep and held still, collapsing down on top of you to bury his face in your neck. You felt him spasm as he lay pressed against you, his hot, sticky cum spilling deep inside. You wrapped your legs back around his hips and held him in, murmuring sweet words into his ear as you stroked his hair.

“My love, I’m going to have all of your babies. I want you inside of me always, Din.” You pressed kisses to his ear as you whispered. “I love you so much. I’ll follow you to the farthest star and back, my love, always.”

Din panted as he came down. You felt him soften inside of you, but he didn’t withdraw. He pulled his head up and kissed you softly.

“Mesh’la, I can’t wait to marry you. My wife… my love.”

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[redreadredemption]

OK ITS HERE! THE PART OF DRACULA THAT INFLUENCED MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY!

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check your email. Read Jonathan’s entry for May 16th, and then come back. I absolutely refuse to spoil it for anyone.

Spoilers ahead

Long story short, when I was 14, I read the line “yes, I too can love” and it DESTROYED me. I still thought that I was cishet at the time, so I don’t look for queer subtext the way that I do now, and I had a full on crisis because I thought that I was misinterpreting the scene. Surely it was just… male friendship? Maybe saying “I love you” to your homies was more acceptable back then?

I still have the copy of Dracula that I annotated at the time, so I have a pretty good idea of what was going through my head at the time (the yellow post it’s are from about 6 months ago when I was looking through my notes and decided to write down my reactions to my reactions. I don’t know why I did that but they’re funny sometimes so I left them. I’ve got no clue when I put the pink post it there)

So anyway, once I finished drawing Lenny faces, I looked up “Dracula LGBT” and very quickly found hundreds of thousands of articles and essays breaking down just how fucking gay this book is. And I read a lot of them. I started reading other short stories about vampires that the authors talked about and somehow took at least another 6 months to realize that I’m queer after going on more than one rant to the people in my life about Carmilla because did you know that they kiss in that one? Laura and Carmilla kiss each other in a book written in the 1870s, did you know that? Carmilla is supposed to be a villain but she’s sooooo romantic, let me read you a passage, but oh no I’m not gay I’m just really fascinated by the history. I’m straight.

If it is not flagrantly obvious, I am not cishet. The time it took me to realize this is embarrassing, especially because I’m like, 90% sure that I went on at least one of these vampire rants to the poor guy who was my boyfriend at the time.

I’ll save some other rants about why vampires are gay as fuck for later because I’m at school right now and don’t have access to a lot of my notes, but I just wanted to share this because this is why Dracula means so much to me. There’s so much wrong with this book, and I’ll be the first to tell you that, but it holds a very special place in my heart. I don’t contribute my entire queer awakening to this one scene, there was other stuff going on, but it was definitely a contributor.

Dracula also really fueled the flame for my love of critical analysis. Like I said earlier, this scene prompted me to read other short stories about vampires, and at this point, it’s a game of “how long until this gets homoerotic” whenever I pick up a new story, and when I stumble across the rare text that can’t really be analyzed through a queer lens, there’s still other themes that I can analyze the fuck out of. Seriously, vampires are a very cool metaphor because they can pass as human for the most part and only reveal their monstrous tendencies later, so authors have a tendency to apply traits that are considered morally wrong, like gambling or… gay sex.

I don’t expect this to turn everyone on tumblr into Dracula scholars, but I hope that today’s email meant something to people. Maybe not the same way that it meant something to me, but I’m already seeing a couple posts like “wait, I’m not crazy right? Is this what I think it is” and I want y’all to know that it is EXACTLY what you think it is and you are NOT crazy

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One page, one kiss (Sirius black x Gn!reader)

Summary: Reader wants to read but Sirius isn’t much of a reader. Maybe kisses can create a good compromise.

Warnings: sooooo things didn’t go as planned and now there’s a steamy kiss, some hand on thigh action and a little hinting at the possibility of other things. That being said I feel like it’s pretty PG13 and sfw so it’s up to you if you want to read it or not. Other than that there aren’t any, everything else is fluff.

Word count: 1119

A/n: So I had a whole outline and everything planned out and then this “steamy” kiss (but it’s not acc steamy, like I don’t want you to get your hopes up) and all sort of came out of nowhere. Sorry about that folks! The kiss per page is a thing that my boyfriend created to motivate me to read cuz I’m not much of a reader (though I really am trying to read more). I feel like there’s always more important things to do than read but once I start I actually really like it. I sort of saw Sirius like me in that sense.

“So what do you want to do today?” Asks Sirius, walking towards you. You lift a finger to tell Sirius to wait as you finish reading your sentence. You then place that finger on the word on your page, saving your place and look up at him.

“Read.” You state simply from the couch.

There’s a stutter in his step. “All day?” He asks, a pure look of shock on his face.

“All day.” You affirm with a small proud smile. Sirius plops on the couch next to you with a heavy sigh.

“What am I to do?” He huffs, throwing his arms in the air and pouting. You smile to yourself, there’s nothing cuter than a pouting Sirius Black. You slide over to him and turn to face him. You push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You could read too, you know.” There’s no judgment in your recommendation. Your voice is soft and patient. You know Sirius doesn’t like to read much but you try to encourage him to do things, much like he does for you.

Sirius being Sirius, is dramatic enough to fall onto your lap and cover his eyes, as if trying to hide from the idea of reading. You roll your eyes but you have nothing but adoration for Sirius.

“Aw c’mon Sirius, give it a try.” You nudge him with your elbow. He peaks between his fingers hesitantly. You tickle his chin gently and flash an enticing smile. Sirius doesn’t move, apparently not ticklish. You try to pull his hands away from his eyes instead. He finally gives in and let’s you gently pull them down to his chest. You hold his hands in place, rubbing circles on the back of them.

You lean down for a short kiss on the lips. Sirius hums and chases your lips as you pull away and sit back up. He pouts again, giving you puppy dog eyes for another kiss.

That’s when you get a wicked idea. You push a finger to Sirius’ lips and smile. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sirius tilts his head, waiting for you to elaborate. “We make a deal. For every page read, you get a kiss.” You propose.

Sirius thinks about it. You know he’s trying to find a loophole. A way he can get kisses without having to crack open a book. You patiently run your hand through his hair, knowing he’ll eventually cave.

“Fine.” He sighs. You try to hide your smile. It’s a delicate victory. He could change his mind anytime. You pick up your wand from the couch armrest and summon Sirius’ book. It takes a while, he probably buried it deep under a pile of clothes.

Sirius settles next to you, opening his book with a sigh. You give him a teasing hum before opening your own book and starting to read.

You flip your page once you’ve finished reading the last sentence and quickly start the new page, engrossed in your story.

“Kiss.” You jump a little, forgetting Sirius was even next to you. You give him a confused look before you remember your deal. You smile softly, gladly accepting a kiss from your boyfriend.

You lean forward and plant a short and sweet kiss to Sirius’ lips. When you pull back, Sirius gives you a triumphant look, happy with his little victory.

The same situation happens again after every page you or Sirius finishes. Soon enough Sirius finishes his first chapter and sits up.

“You know, I worked pretty hard to get to the end of this chapter.” He pauses.

You nod slowly, “yes, and I’m very proud of you for that.” There’s a hint of hesitation in your voice. You know your boyfriend too well to know this is just him recognizing his accomplishment.

“I think it’s only fair I get 15 kisses for finishing the chapter.” He gives you an innocent look but you can see his mischievous smile on the corner of his lips.

You lift your eyebrows and gape at Sirius. You quickly compose yourself and smile. “Is that right?” You taunt.

Sirius nods seriously. He stares into your eyes and doesn’t budge. You try to fight it, your competitive side not wanting to face but eventually you roll your eyes, accepting defeat.

“We’ll I suppose I won’t turn down the opportunity for a few more kisses.” You say with a sarcastic sigh. In seconds Sirius is hovering close to your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

The first couple of kisses are just little pecs on the lips but soon your kisses evolve into open mouthed ones. Sirius brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek. He places his second hand behind your head and guides you down on the couch so you’re lying down. He props one arm on either side of your head and slips his tongue past your lips. You grab the back of his head and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You count in your head.

You push on Sirius’ chest and he groans. “That’s fifteen. Back to your book mister.” You say cheekily.

Sirius steps off of you and grabs his book. You sit up and settle back on the couch with your book. Suddenly there’s a warm hand curled around your thigh. He never looks away from his book but there’s a gentle squeeze when you look at him with wide eyes. Maybe reading isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing today after all.

Turns out you were severally wrong. As Sirius goes from page to page and chapter to chapter, the kisses become rushed and almost undesired. You realize Sirius is so hooked in his book that he would rather read than kiss. Eventually he even stops kissing you altogether.

While you do miss the cute little kiss routine, you are happier to see Sirius being so engrossed into his story. It also gives you the chance to read without interruption. Eventually Sirius lays his head in your lap with his book held up above his head. You play with his hair and focus on your own book, sometimes looking down to watch him zoom through his book.

Hours fly past, the both of you lost in your books. You first spot it out of the corner or your eye. Sirius turns another page and you realize he is at the last one of his book. There’s a sudden pride that swells in your chest. Comparing the morning where he was whining about having to read and him now finishing his book.

He suddenly snaps his book shut, breaking the relaxing silence in the room. He sits up and turns to look at you. You open your mouth to comment on how happy you are that he completed a book but he speaks first.

“You owe me 510 kisses.” His face is dead serious. He sits with his book closed on his lap and waits. When you don’t move, feeling quite stunned, he puckers his lips a little and gives you puppy dog eyes.

There’s the Sirius you know. Always finding loopholes in every situation.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

can you write christmas headcanons with the batboys, the batgirls, and bruce? like setting up the apartment/house and baking blablabla

✦ a/n — I’m writing this with the holiday celebrations as a secular thing in mind.

Bruce Wayne

Bruce honestly doesn’t have enough time to set up the manor, but he makes it up to you by actually helping you choose the decorations.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s enthusiastic about it, he’s just busy. And he makes as much time as possible for you and the family.

Bruce enjoys baking for the holidays. I’m sure that’s one of the few activities he enjoyed as a kid when Alfred tried to keep his mind off how sad the holidays would be without his parents.

December is like Gala Time™︎ so the season is hectic for everybody at the manor. Never a dull moment is spent at that house.

And he likes it that way. I think Bruce prefers the erratic nature of having the entire batfamily around him throughout the festivities, it’s a reminder that he isn’t alone even though he feels like it sometimes.

He goes out of his way to get everybody a special gift. Alfred helps, of course, but Bruce takes his time to give his input and think about them.

Dick Grayson

You find out he’s a good singer while decorating the apartment. He starts by whistling and then he’s full-on belting while singing different Christmas songs.

He claims he isn’t a “Christmas guy” but he enjoys the cheer the season brings. He finds it contagious. (He sooooo is a Christmas guy, but don’t tell him I told you.)

Dick’s less impulsive throughout the holidays because he doesn’t want to miss any party or event.

Really indecisive as to what to get his family for Christmas. He low key panics when it’s time to choose Damian’s present.

You will never get Dick Grayson to bake. I’m sorry, but he’s a menace in the kitchen. He also hates measuring ingredients.

Buuuuut, he’ll happily watch you and keep you company. He might take place in decorating cookies. They don’t turn out that pretty, but it’s a blast.

Jason Todd

Setting up the apartment with Jason is really fun. And he can reach anywhere so he does all the hard work.

However, when you get to the Christmas tree it isn’t as fun anymore.

You see, Jason is very protective of the people he loves. He loves you very much. And Christmas trees are a fire hazard.

He’s almost ready to throw out the tree but he can never say no to your puppy eyes. So he agrees. And he turns into a clean freak because “artificial trees collect dust and that makes them a fire hazard.”

I have this headcanon that Jason is a great cook and I also think he’s a great baker. The apartment usually smells amazing, and it smells even better throughout winter.

Don’t tell Alfred, but Jason’s cookies are the best in the world.

Tim Drake

I see him as somebody who’s really into the festive season.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year,” he says, unironically and with a sweet smile on his face.

Colors everywhere, stockings, mistletoe, ornaments... decorating the apartment takes you a few days because neither of you can decide how much is too much.

Not much of a baker, but he’ll give it a try just to have some festive fun.

He’s an expert at wrapping gifts. Seriously, he does it quickly and without a struggle.

I think everybody from the batfamily enjoys doing charity work around the holidays, but especially Tim.

Damian Wayne

I’m certain Damian didn’t grow up celebrating the holidays to the same level westerners did, and he probably started tolerating them in his late teens.

That being said, he prefers simple decorations. Too much color is headache-inducing and he thinks it doesn’t look good when a pallet isn’t being followed.

Tease him about how colorful Robin’s suit is and he’ll send you the deathliest glare you had ever seen.

Damian takes decorating cookies very seriously. And he’s a really good artist, so as expected, his cookies are gorgeous.

Never take him Christmas shopping, please, the world isn’t ready for that catastrophe. He does all his shopping online and he always knows what to buy for everybody.

Expect a gift that could only be considered as a lot. Damian doesn’t know what a small present is — or if he does, he chooses to ignore the concept.

Duke Thomas

The two of you slow dance surrounded by the Christmas lights when you’re done decorating the apartment.

Movie marathons are a usual thing for you, and they only get more frequent as the holidays approach because there are a lot of holiday movies and he loves most of them.

The entire month, he tries to take a peek into what you buy in case his gift is there. Sweet Duke doesn’t know you bought his gift earlier because of that specific reason.

He tries to get you to spill what you bought for him. Mostly with spontaneous kisses. He makes it reaaaaally hard to keep the secret, but you manage.

He’s a decent cook, but he cannot bake to save his life. He can bake pre-made stuff and even that turns out burnt sometimes.

Look, he’s busy rather often and he can’t remember everything he has to do — that includes that there’s good in the oven. BUT IT’S OKAY, HE’S CUTE, NOBODY’S PERFECT.

Barbara Gordon

Babs gets you matching Christmas sweaters for every occasion. You don’t know where she finds the ugly kind but she manages to get her hands on some atrocious stuff (in a fun way.)

The two of you most likely spend Christmas Eve at her family’s. She’ll be okay with visiting your family too, and will probably try to bring something special to charm your parents.

She’s already charming as she is, but festive!Babs is 100x more charming.

You have a tradition of giving each other awful gifts on Christmas Eve and good gifts on Christmas Day. She switches it one year and it’s chaos.

So. Many. Cute. Photos. Together. Dressed as elves, as Santa, as reindeer; with your Christmas sweaters; on your pajamas; dolled up for a party... you could fill an album with photos exclusively taken on the holiday season.

Christmas Day is for cuddling and eating candy you found on sale.

Stephanie Brown

Picture her in one of your sweaters, stretching her arm to teach the top of the tree so she can do the finishing touches. She’ll refuse your help, but will kiss you as soon as she’s done as a thank you for being helpful.

The two of you host a small holiday party at your apartment and the preparations are the most fun you’ve ever had.

Like finding Christmas markets in Gotham is hard and the city is awful sometimes, but the process is fun and Stephanie’s excitement makes it even better.

And the party is a success. Your friends are there, and your girlfriend is so happy because the apartment feels so much like home that you can be comfortable with hosting parties.

Instead of baking cookies and being a cute couple by smearing royal glass over each other’s faces only to clean each other, you have a gingerbread house competition.

It gets messy, and Steph laughs throughout the whole thing. Nobody wins, but it’s fun, and it isn’t particularly cute, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cassandra Cain

Like Damian, she didn’t grow up celebrating the holidays as westerners do.

Cass isn’t the most open person in the world. She tries, but it’s hard for her sometimes. She makes more efforts around the holiday season. As cliche as it sounds.

If she’s spending the holidays with the batfam, she partakes in the family traditions Bruce has set up for everybody.

If she’s on her own with her S/O, I see her doing chill stuff. The two of you cook your favorite food and watch movies the entire day, perhaps indulge in a bottle of mauled wine or something of sorts.

She’d be okay with going to your family’s Christmas celebration as long as you also get time for yourselves later.

Cass will give you hands down the best Christmas gift you’ve ever received. She’s observant so it’s hard to hide things from her and that means she knows exactly what you want or need.