#the goon show companion

[enviedear]

i've been going solo now ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ when you get a distress signal from your dad and his life-long goon you're quick to try and come to their rescue. only problem? so is ben solo.

pairing ⌙ smuggler!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ childhood crush/frenemies turned adults with horrible communication skills, reader is the daughter of lando (biologically or not you decide), ben is a jerk, reader is a brat, petty arguments, forced proximity trope, inner conflict all the time, han and lando are just two pals getting into serious issues that their kids have to fix don't mind them (they're just mentioned), most likely incorrect knowledge of the falcon & starship parts, smuggler!ben solo au because that's canon to me, ben calls reader kid (affectionate, kinda), typos probabaly

word count ⌙ 4.1k

— request | masterlist

i just think ben solo is very much solo by future coded and i wanted to write about smuggler!ben and his smug attitude. special thanks to @crucifiedfaerie for letting me gush over this idea constantly in our dms <3

you never had the stomach for killing— the thought of it or the act itself. the notion of ending someone's life has always been abhorrent to you, leaving a sour sensation in your mouth that lingers long after the deed is done. but right now, you sit, filled with a growing and seemingly unstoppable rage that practically demands blood.

"don't even think about jumping into hyperspace, solo!" your voice is loud but erratic.

the black-haired man piloting the ship gives you a side eye, "and waste hours getting there? sure thing, kid."

you grip the co-pilot seat as hard as possible as he sends the absolutely geriatric ship into lightspeed. the force of it sends your head back onto the headrest, and you screw your eyes shut until the motion of the ship stills.

you've been flying with ben solo on the millennium falcon for a day and a half now, and this isn't even the first time you've wanted to kill him.

no, you'd harbored a hatred for ben solo for as long as you could remember. when you were little your father frequently left you in the care of the organa-solo's. any trip too risky for you to follow him on had you spending time on chandrila han and leia— and ben.

he was a few years older than you and so insufferable - spoiled rotten and full of mischief. the two of you would inevitably end up in scuffles over something, whether it be who got to shower first or which holovid show to watch. you often wondered how your father, han, or leia had managed to handle both of you. a hardheaded pair of troublemakers that needed little excuse to start bickering with one another.

but beneath it all, there had been another layer to your complex relationship with ben solo. even though you feigned anger whenever near him, deep down there had been an admiration growing since those early days spent together. your naive heart fluttered when he would absentmindedly flash his ever-present smirk in your direction. but you'd never admit or act upon any such feelings.

naviagting your crush had been difficult at first. especially having lando calrissian as a parent. you were forced to spend weeks around the source of your teen angst because of your father.

what use is a dad that can sweet-talk a jablogian if he can't fix your unwanted crush on his best friend's son.

you've cursed at his image in your mind every time you look at your ridiculous companion. if not for him, you wouldn't be with ben right now— you'd have never had the displeasure of his company.

you got away from the young solo, and most everyone else, for a good five years, hopping from planet to planet, picking up any honest work. which usually meant boring work— factory jobs, service stuff, a few instances of babysitting.

your life without ben solo is predictable and a little boring.

but you'd rather be bored than deal with the recklessness that becomes your life every time you see the smuggler.

but here you sit beside him, forced to spend an unknown amount of days with him until the both of you find your idiotic fathers.

you had gotten a rouge comm-link message from your dad just days ago. he sounded fine, voice still leisurely and warm, but it was his words that were worrisome, "han's got us in a bit of trouble, little star. would you mind coming to help your old man out? we're somewhere in the trilon sector— i'd try batuu first!"

when you got the message, your mind had gone into autopilot. you had rushed to comm leia, which had been a fatal mistake, as she had ordered her son to pick you up and accompany you. so now you're here, stuck with ben solo and his frightening flying.

"you know, dad should have warned me i'd be flying with a coward." ben's lips are curved into a grin, as usual with his teasing.

you whip your head in his direction, eyes ablaze, "well my father should have warned me that you've gotten even more annoying, somehow."

ben narrows his eyes, a stupid smirk still plastered to his face, "whatever you say, kid."

you feel your blood go hot, why he decided to start calling you kid, you didn't know, but you do know you hate it.

ben's barely your senior, only twenty-three years of age in comparison to your twenty. besides he behaves like an out-of-hand teen away.

"stop calling me that." you groan.

ben chuckles, "aw, what's the matter, kid? tired of following orders already?"

you grit your teeth, the way he talks down to you will forever get under your skin, "i don't take orders from you, solo."

"sure you do. you're on my ship, remember?" ben retorts, his eyes focused on the coordinates displayed to his left.

you cross your arms over your chest, "we're supposed to be working together to find han and my father and get them out of trouble, not bickering like children."

ben rolls his eyes, "it's not my fault you're so uptight."

you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. you can't afford to lose your temper and start a fight, not when you're relying on him to get you to your destination safely. so, you force a smile, "look, can we just be civil? we're both here because we care about our dads and want to help them."

ben's expression softens a little, "fine. but if you start nagging at me again, i can't promise i won't call you kid."

you roll your eyes, "deal. now, can you tell me more about what's going on? my dad was pretty vague in his message."

ben hums, "same with mine. all i know is that lando got mixed up in some kind of shady deal, and now he's in trouble with a gang of criminals called the ninth sun. my mom's been trying to negotiate with them, but they're not ones to bend the knee."

you groan, "of course not. what's the plan?"

he shakes a stray black strand of hair from his eye, "no plan, just find them and go from there."

"lovely, that's totally going to work," you bite your lip, "oh and, it was han who made the sketch deal, not my dad."

ben shrugs, "and who told you that?" he rests his elbow on the armrest and brings his hand to his chin, "lando?"

you clench your fists, "let's just focus on finding them. no need to dwell on the semantics."

ben glances at you and for a moment, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes. something other than his usual teasing, mischievous demeanor, but it's gone as quickly as it came and he turns back to the console.

the ship hums steadily beneath you, and the silence between you two stretches on, broken only by the occasional beep from the controls. you fidget in your seat, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar hush. you've never been around ben so long without saying anything, and you're about to speak up before he interrupts you.

"we'll have to make a pit stop, i need to refuel." his voice sounds tired.

you nod, "alright. any nearby planets we can stop at?"

ben checks the navicomputer, "yeah, there's one a couple of light years away. i've been there before, it's not too bad."

"okay solo, lead the way." you say, leaning back in your seat.

as he pilots the ship toward the destination, you can't help but study him from the corner of your eye. he's changed since the last time you saw him. the boy who used to pull your hair and steal your toys has grown into a man. he's lean and toned with longer hair, still as sable black as ever. it falls into his eyes, despite how much he wills it not to, giving him a slightly disheveled look that you can't help but find attractive.

you rue the thoughts plaguing your own mind.

the embarrassment you used to feel over your crush has come back ten-fold. the feeling shocks you. he's trying to act all suave and mature, but you know deep down that he's still the same old ben who annoyed the life out of you. you can feel the familiar tug in your heart every time he speaks, and you know he can't have changed much over the years. not when he's making you feel just like you're fourteen again.

but there is something different about him now. maybe it's the way he pilots the ship with ease– no longer the boy who'd cover his ears ar take off, or maybe it's just the way his muscles flex under his tight-fitting shirt. he's almost mesmerizing.

it's clear that he's been doing this for a long time, navigating the stars all alone with nothing but his shitty attitude and perfect hair. you find yourself marveling over him, sure and smooth, his hands deftly moving over the controls.

ever the realist, you try to shake off the feeling, but it's proving difficult. you feel a strange urge to preserve your current addiction.

as you watch him fly, you feel a fixation building within you. it's a sentiment you haven't felt in years, not felt since the last time you saw him.

you try to push the feeling down, knowing that it's not the time to have those kinds of thoughts. you're supposed to be focused on finding your fathers and not getting killed by some lethal syndicate, not lusting after your childhood nemesis.

you feel wrong stealing glances at him, trying to understand what's changed and why you're feeling this way. you're towing a dangerous, line. especially if those feelings are inspired by ben organa-solo.

finally, after what feels like hours, you arrive at the refueling station. as soon as ben lands the ship, you stretch your legs inside the falcon, looking out at the new scenery. the planet is bathed in the evening light, and the scene around you is wide awake. the station itself is a bustling hub of activity, with all kinds of alien species milling about.

ben leads the way to the fueling station, where he begins filling up the ship's tanks. you stand by the ship's entrance, people-watching. your eyes find ben's figure again, and you let them stall. when he looks your way, you advert your gaze and step out of the falcon, swiftly approaching him.

the evening air is cool as it hits your skin. this planet is a strange one, with vibrant purple plants and thick, white fog swirling around. but you don't pay too much attention to it, your eyes are locked on ben.

he's leaning against the ship, checking over the fuel meter with a frown on his face. you walk over to him and clear your throat, expecting to get his attention.

he looks up at you, eyes meeting your own. you feel your heart skip a beat, and you curse yourself for being soft for him.

"you know, you didn't have to follow me out here." he mumbles, hand coming to brush the hair from his eyes.

you hum, "i didn't have anything better to do."

he ignores you and looks back at the fuel gauge, his eyebrows furrow, "i found something for you to do." his voice is monotone, but you're all too familiar with the subtle cut of annoyance within.

"what does that mean?" you own voice comes out a bit too anxious.

ben groans before looking at you, "one of the damn tanks has a leak— i told chewie to fix that weeks ago." he follows up his words with a few curses before kicking the faulty gas tank.

you roll your eyes, "can't we just get another one? i'm sure if we go inside someone would know where we could get another one."

"the problem isn't finding one," he tsks at you, "the problem is that this tank has been leaking fuel into the beacon finder. without that, we're never finding our dear old dads."

your heart sinks. you had been so sure that you would find your dad quickly, but now it looks like that might not be the case. "so, what do you suggest we do?" you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

"i'll have to fix the beacon," he sighs, "luckily i have the tools for it, but i need to find one more part, and with the sun setting soon…" he trails off, letting his silence complete the sentence for him.

you take in a deep breath at his implication. you can tell what he is suggesting without explicitly stating it.

you will be stuck on this planet with him tonight and forced to share the same cramped room. you thank god for separate cots, at least.

you try to ignore the warmth creeping up your ears, but you know that it's a losing battle. you haven't shared a room with ben solo since you were kids, endless unwilling sleepovers at each other's houses. but those instances were filled with innocent pranks and arguments, not the tension and longing glances you've found yourself giving him.

"alright," you say, trying to keep your voice even, "we'll just get the part and fix the beacon. the faster we fix this, the faster we can find our fathers and get back to our lives." you move towards the entrance of the fueling station, wanting to put space between you and ben.

"you mean so you can get back to your life." he calls out to you, and you look back at him only to be met with contempt in his brown eyes, "the one where you avoid me."

you give him a sharp eye roll before making your way toward a small gaggle of vendors, much more interested in finding this part. ben follows closely behind you, and you can feel the weight of his stare on the back of your head.

you're at a loss as to why ben solo would ever care that you've been avoiding him for the last five years. the ben you remember would've never batted an eye. when did that change?

you find a vendor selling the part that ben needs, and you both split the payment before heading back to the falcon. ben sets to work on the beacon, and you sit nearby, supposedly looking over the coordinates but mostly watching him work.

there's an abnormal sense of calm that fills you as you watch him. concentration is etched on his face, lips bitten bright red. you can't help but admire him, not for the sake of not trying.

you're brought back to reality when he starts cursing under his breath, "what's wrong?" you ask, moving closer to him.

"this damn thing won't budge," he grunts, trying to pry apart two pieces of the beacon.

you move to his side, peering down at the device. his breath is hot on your cheek, and you feel an urge to shiver. trying to focus on the task at hand you take a few breaths.

your eyes keep drifting to his lips, the way they move when he curses. you shake your head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. "let me help," you offer, reaching for one of the tools he's using.

he hands it to you, and you lean in closer, your sides pressed together as you work the tool. you can feel his heat exuding into you, a warmth that isn't just from the planet's humid air. you try to focus, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. every time he moves, you catch a whiff of his scent, musky and rich, and your mind starts to wander to places it shouldn't.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the piece pops free, and ben lets out a sigh of relief. he turns to you, a small smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes lock onto yours, and suddenly, the air between you is charged with something foreign.

you let your tone come out sardonic, "looks like i saved the day. you're welcome, solo."

ben tilts his head, eyes narrowing, "you're a brat, kid."

"i thought i told you to stop calling me that." you want to hit him.

"i said i had a condition," he pauses, arms coming to either side of you, palms pressing into the falcon's floor, effectively trapping you against him, "a condition you just broke. so you're back to kid, kid."

you feel your resolve slipping, "you're the worst. you always have been, and i can see now that will never change."

he has the audacity to let out an amused breath, "if you're going to say shit like that, at least mean it."

your brows furrow, "pardon me? as if i don't mean that."

his hands creep from the ground and to your hips, you gasp as he pulls you in closer. if he were anyone else, you'd expect him to kiss you next, but he's not anyone else. so instead, he cranes down and whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "i know you want me," he growls, his fingers digging into your clothed flesh. "don't act like you don't,"

you're completely caught off guard, and before you can respond, he's pulling away from you and grabbing the beacon. you watch in silent horror as he makes for the falcon's exit, leaving you confused on the floor.

you sit there, rooted to the spot, your mind and body in turmoil. you know if you follow him you'd just be throwing yourself into a petty or embarrassing altercation.

what did he mean by that anyway? how could he possibly know?

taking a steadying breath, you turn away from your seat and make for the other side of the ship. you need to keep yourself busy until nighttime, and you know that there's some maintenance to do on one of the storage bays. when you get there, however, it's already been taken care of. your fists clench in frustration as you realize ben must have done it earlier.

you start searching around the ship for any other tasks that might help keep your mind off things and pass the time more quickly- checking cords, tidying up shelves or going through supplies lists so nothing gets low.

the hours seem to stretch on endlessly despite how much work you manage to do, and all too soon darkness begins to fill the sky outside of the cockpit windows. with a heavy sigh, you head back towards where you and ben had been working earlier. he's back now, tinkering away with the beacon as if nothing had ever happened between the two of you earlier— as if his words hadn't sent a tremble down your spine and confused the emotions tumbling through your mind.

you catch an expectant glance from him when he finally notices your presence. you're sure he's expecting you to say something to him. maybe he wants you to yell.

you don't say anything though, instead offering only a terse nod before checking the endless cords around you.

your fingers move quickly and expertly over the tangled cords, your mind too preoccupied to focus on anything else. but you can feel his gaze on you, burning through the back of your skull like a branding iron. his presence is suffocating and you know that if you don't get a handle on your emotions soon, you'll combust.

eventually, you're so lost in thought that you almost miss the soft footfalls approaching you. you turn to see ben standing beside you, his eyes locked onto yours. the air between you is thick with strain, unspoken words, and feelings. there are so many things you want to say to him, but you don't know where to begin.

"so," his voice breaks through the silence like a blaster shot. "when are we going to talk about it?"

you hear the depth in his baritone voice and it's all you can do to keep your face neutral, your thoughts collected, "talk about what?" you ask, even though you know perfectly well what he's referring to.

"about me and you," he says, voice low but insistent, "or we can just keep ignoring it. the tension seems to be getting us pretty far."

your expression shifts as you take in his words, the longing that had been coiled in so tightly before now coming to the surface. you can feel yourself flustering under the intensity of his watch but you refuse to look away, instead lifting your chin higher and narrowing your eyes.

"there is no us, solo," you say firmly, though your voice is riddled with a hint of something else entirely, "there never has been, and never will be."

ben seems unfazed by your words, his eyes steady and intense. "you say that," he says, his voice softening. "but i know you better than anyone else. and i know there's some part of you that actually likes me. i bet it pisses you off, doesn't it?"

he's right— it does piss you off that your heart can't seem to let him go. no matter how annoying you find him, he's beautiful and confident. and he does know you better than anyone. he knows what buttons to press and how hard. with ben, there's always the thrill of how perceptive he is— that he can see through the walls of anger and indifference you try so hard to build up around yourself.

you can feel your will crumbling under his words, your heart throbbing in your chest, but still, you push back, "even if there is something there, solo," you say, your voice shaking slightly, "it doesn't change anything. we're two different people living two very different lives."

ben smirks, "you don't know anything about my life."

you let your eyes roll, "as if the life you lead is some kind of mystery," you take a deep breath, "i mean, what's to know? you fly alone, smuggle, and rack up credits. that's your life, solo."

he hums, right hand finding a home beside your head on the wall, "you know me so well, kid. you should write a book."

you feel inexplicably hot, "maybe i will. a long book of all the reasons you piss me off."

he doesn't respond, just looks down at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. he pushes himself from the wall and you, twisting and letting his back hit the durasteel wall. his face is turned to you, eyes downcast.

"you know," he says finally, breaking the silence, "i remember when we were kids, it was always you who used to be the one to instigate. you probably don't remember it that way, but i do, and i loved it. you never hesitated. you were fearless."

you look at him incredulously, wondering what this has to do with anything. but he continues, "you were the only girl that would play with me, and not just that, the only one that could beat me. but then one day you just stopped. you ignored me completely."

you stiffen, unwilling to admit even through body language that he might be right. a pre-teen you found avoiding your ben sized crush the most viable option. you just never thought he'd care.

he continues, eyes unwavering from yours, "you used to look at me like i was the only person that mattered. and then, you just stopped. it's was like… like you had something to hide."

it's like he can read your mind because he reaches out and grasps your wrist in his hand. his touch is nice against your skin, sending a comfortable feel through your veins.

"i miss you, the girl who wasn't afraid of liking me," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "and i want you to admit that you miss me too."

you struggle to find words, to make sense of everything inside of you, but before you can speak, his lips are on yours. his kiss is hot and demanding, and instinctively lean into him, body melting against his in perfect harmony. his hands slide around your waist and hold you close as the kiss deepens, and you can feel all of the frustrations of the past slipping away. when he finally pulls back, his eyes are bright with emotion and a hint of a smile graces his lips.

he looks down at you for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "you want me to do that again?" he steps closer to you and cups your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with amusement. you can feel the warmth radiating from his body and if it weren't for his strong arms around you, you would have melted into a puddle.

you nod slowly in agreement, too lost in the moment to say anything else. he leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek before pulling away completely, "then be honest. right here, right now. you like me."

you screw your eyes shut, basking in the shame of being found out, "i like you, solo. i like you a lot, but if you don't get off your pedestal and kiss me again i'll withdraw the opportunity."

he gazes down at you with an expression that's tender yet mischievous all at once. "i like you too," he whispers before chuckling lightly, you open your eyes to see.

his dimples are on full display, and for a second, he's the spirit of the little brat you fell in love with all those years ago. "c'mere, kid." his voice is soft as he pulls you back into him, lips meeting yours.

[halenhusky309]

A few thoughts on D-16/ Megatron

Spoiler ⚠️

I do think D-16/Megatron is justified killing Sentinel, considering Sentinel not only lied and abused him, Orion Pax and lower-class fellows, but also later tortured and degraded him (I do think Sentinel had an easy death). However, Megatron did not show any sign that he can't let go of the hatred and resentment toward Sentinel and his goons, and if no one stops him, he would likely get himself corrupted without noticing that he had gone too far. Also, D-16 banked all his desires to overthrow Sentinel's regime on solely punishment and revenge to satisfy his anger, unlike Orion Pax, who mainly prioritized revealing the truths of Sentinel's fraudulent ass to empower the lower classes rising up and fighting for their rights and against Sentinel and his goons. We, as the audiences and even Orion Pax, noticed that D-16's reactions were getting unhealthy and extreme, and without proper help and support, would turn to a very dark path. While it wasn't clear whether D-16 would go far beyond with his revenge even after killing Sentinel, to Orion Pax, it did feel like D-16 would potentially commit further atrocities if he kept going down to road of brutal revenge against Sentinel.

I do think if they weren't in peril situations and had enough time to talk to each other, may be Orion Pax would have talked some sense into D-16 to calm him down and reduce his extreme obsession for justice and punishment.

For someone who had held his head down and followed the protocols all the time, I understood that it was great pain for D-16 to forfeit his wants and needs most of the time to appease the so-called benevolent ruler, who turned out to be his biggest enemy. But the fact D-16 chose to forfeit his closest companion and let him fall to his death, because he believed Orion Pax once again just doing what he wanted for himself only, and didn't care for his wants, which proved that D-16 didn't understand Orion Pax that much. It's true that on a surface level, Orion Pax's actions seemed selfish and reckless, but Orion Pax was the only one who understood that all of the miners couldn't continue to live like this. His obsession to find the Matrix is a long-term solution for their predicaments to set them free and allow them to reach their potentials. Orion did realize how restrained D-16 was and wanted help his friend to be more carefree without worrying about the consequences and protocol. In another word, Orion's antics were his ways to make their mundane, monotone, albeit dangerous lives to be worth living. Unfortunately, D-16 did not understand that and simply viewed Orion's antics and actions as self-serving, pointless, and stupid, due to his self-restriction to protocols, which later led to that tragic moment to their closed friendship.

[hey-august]

250 event!

"Snack" (spicy 👀) with "This is nice"

Ngl Buggy is the tastiest of snacks.

-rorywritesjunk

I had so much fun with this ⭐🩷 even though Buggy wasn't the secret snack in the end This also came in at a good moment so I could tie it into another story from this event, so tyty Rory!!

Prompts: Snack (spicy), "This is nice." Teaser: "You could smell the pirate’s pungent grassy gamey breath as he leaned in for a kiss. Tilting your head, you accepted the greasy affection on your cheek before dusting away the crumbs." Warnings: SFW. Established relationship, Buggy x GN!reader, buggy's a goon, don't crunch hard candies. Word count: ~600

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“You want a snack?” 

“What is it?” Buggy asked, eyeing the small bag in your hand.

“Dried fruit. It’s good.” You shook the bag. “They’re spicy.”

That’s all Buggy really needed to hear. He snatched the whole bag from you. A handful of food was shoved in his mouth while a hum of appreciation slipped out.

Somehow, you always knew what he was craving.

Mornings where the sun woke up long before the ship’s captain were the days where a plate of food waited for him next to the bed. Biscuits waiting to be smothered in jam and butter, slightly undercooked fatty bacon, and fried eggs topped with hot sauce. Just as Buggy was shoveling an amalgamate breakfast sandwich in his crumb-coated mouth, you’d show up with a steaming cup of coffee.

Afternoons full of paperwork and imprisonment at his desk were rewarded with little candies that you always had on hand. Mints that cleared his nose and made his eyes water, sweets that stained his tongue ridiculous colors, sour suckers that he treated as challenges to withstand, and - his favorite - cinnamon candies that burned his tongue.

When he collapsed in bed after a long day, you were there with something crunchy. You always said it was just something to share that you picked up at port to share, but the greedy pirate usually ate far more than half.

“This is nice,” Buggy said with a mouthful of mush. They were salty, cheesy, a little oniony, and supremely delicious. “Thanks, doll.”

You could smell the pirate’s pungent grassy gamey breath as he leaned in for a kiss. Tilting your head, you accepted the greasy affection on your cheek before dusting away the crumbs.

“Don’t wipe that away,” he grumbled, leaning in to replace his thanks.

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One day you offered Buggy a cinnamon candy for no reason. It appeared from nowhere, all for him. He popped the treat in his mouth and rolled it around, letting it clatter against his teeth.

“‘ow cohm yu alwaysh hahh shnax?”

You stared at him, waiting for the jumble of syllables to fall into place. It was taking a while.

Buggy repeated his question and pointed towards his mouth.

“Oh, how come I always have snacks,” you repeated, trying to buy time before answering the question.

Buggy crunched into the cinnamon ball with a loud crack. “Do you have another?” he asked inbetween ferocious chomps.

“You’re going to crack a tooth if you keep doing that.” Despite the chiding, you pulled another from your pocket.

Buggy winked at your remark. Well, you thought it was the remark until you felt a jostle in your pocket and Buggy’s hand returned to the pirate.

“You’ve been holding out on me! Your captain!” 

“Hey, no! Give that back!”

Buggy raised the bag of candies out of your reach, distracting you from the other hand that went to rummage in a different pocket. This one joined its companion, holding up the bag of crackers it found. They were the spicy cheesy flavor that Buggy had been asking for lately.

“Oh, I like these ones. What else are you keeping from me?”

“For you, ya goon. Give them back before you eat them all.” You tried and failed at retrieving the snacks.

“Don’t call your captain a goon,” Buggy retorted. His floating hands fumbled with the bags and he popped another cinnamon candy in his mouth.

Buggy didn’t return the treats, but it was no problem. You let him learn a lesson from the hot cinnamon that burned the top layer of his tongue off. He also endured subsequent reminders from his beloved spicy treats that further irritated his swollen tongue.

The pirate was bound to find out that you carried snacks around for him, in addition to hiding them around the ship. You paid attention to what Buggy liked and would purchase treats for him.

And it was all worth it to see him light up with eyes full of stars and smiles full of happiness and half-chewed food.

[robotbeetle]

Bg3 has neither an Asian nor monk companion so I took matters into my own hands.

Here’s my idea for a companion character. He’s not supposed to be tav/durge but a character you would recruit and have on your party like Gale or Karlach. And yes, he would be romanceable.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how he would fit into the storyline and gameplay. Here’s the notes I have on my phone regarding his companion quest and hypothetical game mechanics:

Upon first recruiting him, he will tell the group he got captured amidst their pilgrimage across Faerun but in actuality Yeon Ryang was searching for their brother, a leading figure in a growing Kara-Turan crime syndicate

Complicated sibling relationship™

Pretty early on you will learn of his keen disliking of Kozakura and its people. Prying further you’ll discover that he was refugeed as a young child due to a particularly violent Kozakuran invasion attempt of Koryo.

Traveling with Yeon Ryang and garnering approval from him will allow you to refer to him as just Ryang. You will also learn that before he was a monk, he was a criminal. A petty thief at first but his sense of entitlement grew alongside the severity of his crimes. It’s a past he holds ever so shamefully and the reason why he blames himself for his brother’s upcomings.

You’ll learn this past after interacting with the Zhentarim and later the Guild which activate unique cutscenes for him. He will strongly disapprove if you earnestly work for these crime groups and approve if you fight against them. If you romance him and help the Zhentarim overthrow the Guild, he will break up you as well, believing the Zhent to be the greater of two evils.

After learning said past, you also learn that Ryang is highkey obsessed of cleansing himself of his past sins and of all sins entirely. Ryang refuses to let go of his shame over himself and part of his companion is quest is helping him get over it for better or for worse. In the end, either he’ll become cynical to his shame and uses it to justify his return to crime or he’ll acknowledge that his shame will always be a part of him that he can only accept it and try to better himself as much as possible. 

Romancing him will give you the dialogue option to ask about his missing pinkie fingers in which he’ll explain to you that it was in fact the head monk of his monastery who severed them as a show of reform and discipline to Ryang. Yeon Ryang doesn’t resent his teacher for this and instead sees it as a deserving punishment and reminder. 

Later on it’s revealed that his brother, Yeon San who is currently operating under the name Sanjong, is in alliance with the cult of Bhaal and thus the cult of the absolute by supplying them with paralytic poisons from Kara-Tur (the same Dolor uses). He is hoping that when the Absolute takes control over Faerun, that’ll they extend a hand in an assault against Kozakura

If you encounter Sanjong and kill him without Ryang in your party or kill him without talking to Ryang beforehand, you’ll have to pass a dc30 persuasion check to keep Ryang from leaving your party permanently

His companion quest ends with a showdown between him and his brother where you’ll have to fight Sanjong and his goons. Once you bring him to low health or knock him prone, a cutscene occurs where you can convince Ryang to either spare or kill Sanjong. Remaining silent will result in him sparing his brother and leaving the two to repair their relationship

Whether Sanjong is killed or not, the player will have another choice in influencing whether Ryang will either join the ranks of the Kara-turan crime guild or continue pursuing total redemption

Basic rundown: His companion quest centers around the idea of plausibility of change and Yeon Ryang’s feelings of responsibility over his younger sibling. Either you can lead him down the path of rejecting his monastic ways and reverting back to his criminal life (either alongside his brother or replacing him) or you can inspire him to continue traversing across Toril (with or without his brother) to truly realize enlightenment. 

[the-ephemeral-bhg]

“Which one of you holds the umbrella?”

Duo stopped short, clearly caught off guard by his walking companion.

Noin met his confusion with a smile. “You know,” she said casually, crossing her arms over her uniformed chest, “when you're walking together, which one of you holds the umbrella?

Duo had gone to Noin for relationship advice, but now that she was talking in riddles, he wasn't sure it had been a good idea.

“I dunno,” he replied, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets with a frown, “it doesn't really rain a lot on the colonies…”

He considered the question for a moment then shrugged and replied, “and when it does we don't use an umbrella.”

Noin smirked and rolled her eyes. “Of course that would be the case for you two. Okay, fine, how about this instead. When you're taking cover from incoming enemy fire, who is the one to break cover and attack the enemy first?”

Duo scrunched his nose and scowled. “What kinda questions are these, huh?”

“Well, if Heero does love you, he'd protect you at all costs. From the rain… from enemy fire,” she replied casually. A buzzing from her pocket ended their conversation. She answered it, gave him a wink then began to walk away.

-

"Do you see him?" Heero's voice came as a murmur from above Duo's head. "Your two o'clock, standing in the doorway to that bar..."

Duo squinted harder through the scope of his sniper rifle, his finger lightly rested on the trigger.

"Yeah, I see him. He's got some goons with him," he muttered before taking a steadying breath, his chest expanding slowly against the itchy grass. He had been sprawled out prone on a hilltop for hours waiting for their target to show his face.

"Do ya think he's really got a bomb?" Duo asked without looking up.

"It's hard to tell," Heero replied from somewhere to his left.

Duo felt a faint tap on the top of his baseball cap and tried to ignore it. Another touched his shoulder, then the back of his boot. Through the scope he could see blurred streaks racing down his line of sight.

It was starting to rain.

A minute later a loud whoomp sounded over his head. Startled, he tore his gaze from the lens of his scope and looked up just in time to see Heero kneel beside him, an umbrella in hand.

Heero was holding it out at arm's length, using it to shield Duo's body instead of his own. In his other hand was his pistol, locked and loaded, gripped and ready.

Duo snorted and turned his attention back to his scope.

"Heh, so that's how it is, huh?" He murmured, amused.

"How what is?" Heero asked.

Duo grinned and tightened his grip on his rifle.

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Acacia Aneura: Water

cw: fantasy slavery, dehumanization, dehydration, referenced beating, crude language

previous // Masterlist //

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Judd lay there for what felt like an eternity, plagued by hunger and the ache of yesterday's wounds, kept miserably conscious by his own twisting, anxious stomach in spite of his exhaustion. His skull pounded with the familiar throb of a dehydration headache, and his throat and tongue felt like they’d been sandblasted. 

Skye didn’t help. Every time Judd was on the verge of falling asleep, his companion would shift on his thin mattress, letting out a wincing breath or a muffled cry as the movement tore at his new wounds. Judd wished he’d just shut up. Let him forget about what a coward, what a selfish fucking turncoat he was for just one second, but every noise was a reminder.

Coud’ve been better, Could’ve been worse. And Judd had made that choice for both of them.

By the time the door slid open, Judd was almost too tired to turn his head and see who it was. What was the point, anyway? His new master could do whatever he wanted, and Judd had to take it. If he wanted to avoid that, he'd have to get the fuck out of here. It was like Skye said, he had to show his fight. Get stronger, get fed and watered, and then he could escape. It was like Skye said…

Fuck Skye. He didn’t ask to be saved. Skye was here of his own will and his own fault, and if Judd did what he had to to survive, that wasn’t anything to feel guilty over.

Skye had been here before, and he’d still risked being sent back. He’d risked it.

He came back.

Fuck!

Judd grit his teeth and stared at the ceiling and waited for whoever to bear down on him.

It was Burke. He could see from the corner of his eye. Flanked by the same stupid goons, carrying…

Water.

Burke held two glass bottles, filled to the brim and shining with condensation. Judd sat up so quickly his head spun, and the man grinned at his reaction.

“Thirsty, are we?”

No fucking shit. The city people had more water than they knew what to do with, but Judd hadn't had any since the market yesterday. He knew Burke could’ve given him something to drink at any point, but this was about desperation. Control. And as much as he hated it, Judd knew he'd do anything for a drink. He didn’t even care if it was laced with Compliance, he needed it.

Drink or die.

Skye had woken at Burke’s entrance, and was painstakingly pushing himself into a kneeling position, his head bowed. Burke regarded him with a raised eyebrow.

“Look at that. The mutt already remembers how to greet its betters. Looks like the punishment did it good.”

Judd had to fight a scowl.  Stay calm. Pretend to obey. Get water.

He couldn’t find it in him to be annoyed when Burke knelt beside Skye first. He deserved that much. Still, a desperation was beginning to crawl up his throat at the sight of the bottles. His eyes were locked on Burke’s hands as he twisted off the lid of the first, lifting it to Skye’s lips. Skye had far more self control than he’d be able to muster; sitting placidly, hands on his knees as Burke slowly titled the thing up and allowed him to drink.

It was torturous to watch. Burke had to be dragging it out on purpose. A slow sip, a pause, another tip of the bottle, on and on as Judd’s head throbbed and his hands twitched at his slides.

He needed it. Fuck, he neded it, he’d do anything.

At fucking last, Skye emptied the bottle. Burke closed it with a twist, and passed the empty container to one of the guards. Judd’s turn. He could feel his body shivering, with the cold, with pain, with the fucking anticipation. Remembering Skye, he bowed his head, squeezing his hands together in his lap, and Burk hmmd.

“‘27’s already learning too. Good boy.”

Remembering how Sonora withheld it from him before, Judd forced himself to remain still, to not recoil at the phrase. He needed the water.

Burke dropped to one knee beside him, unscrewing the bottle. He didn’t hold it to Judd’s lips right away, and he had to fight to contain a whine of frustration.

“How are you feeling, ‘27? Ready for the fights?”

That was tonight, wasn’t it? He’d feel a lot more fucking ready if Burke would just give him the water.

Judd forced himself to nod.

“Very good. It’s sure to be quite the event.” The bottle at last hovered near him, cool rim pressing to his lips. Judd squeezed his hands together tighter, fighting the urge to grab the bottle and guzzle its contents.

He had to play Burke’s pet. Just for now, just long enough to drink.

The man tipped the bottle up, and the first trickle of water hit his tongue, cold and sweet, bringing relief to a bone-dry throat. Judd could’ve cried at the feeling of it, taking as much as he could before Burke pulled it back.

“Slow down. We don’t want you getting sick.”

Again, he nodded, eyes locked on the glass bottle. He’d drunk less than a quarter, there was so much left. He was lost in his own relief when Burke let it touch his lips again, not even caring, hardly even noticing when his so-called master began to stroke his hair.

It was emptied too soon. Judd no longer felt like he was dying, but he needed more, and Burke was already standing to leave.

“If you continue to behave, you will not want for water,” Burke murmured, as if in reply to Judd’s protesting thoughts. “I gave you this as a show of good will. But if you defy me, I have no issue taking it away. Now what do you say?”

Skye answered first.

“Thank you, master.”

Judd echoed him. Thank you... master.” His voice sounded hoarse and insincere, but Burke didn’t seem to care. He was already turning his back.

“Bring them some food,” he ordered one of the goons. “I want them ready for tonight’s activities.”

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The door opened again within the hour, Burke’s goons bringing them platters of food, and thank fuck, more water. The meal was some fancy shit Judd didn't recognize. Worm-like strands coated in something thick and red, lumps of meat drowning in both. It was weird, but it was hot, and the smell made his mouth water, so he ate it without hesitation, doing his best to slow down and not make himself sick. He sipped the water when he was done, savoring every bit. Once the guards had taken the remnants of the meal, leaving them alone, he turned to Skye.

“How… are you okay?” he asked, and the words felt like sand in his mouth. Dry and unpleasant. But didn't he owe his failed savior this much?

The other man made a move like he wanted to shrug, but thought better of it at the last second. “I’ve been worse,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m—” Sorry. He stopped himself. “Burke said there's a fight tonight,” he said instead. “He… he said I’m gonna be in it.”

Skye closed his eyes, nodding. “Good. S’good. You gotta show him he needs to keep you there.”

“I know. I will.” Judd swallowed. “What are they like? The fights?” Skye had to know, right? Either he’d been a part of them, or… or he’d watched them. 

“Deepends,” the older man answered. “They change ‘em up now and then. Sometimes they’ll have you using weapons. Usually it’s just your hands, usually it’s not to the death.”

“To the death?”

“I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it in your case. He picked you. Branded you. He probably wants to keep you around, at least for a while.”

“As a fighter,” Judd said, and Skye gave him a somber look. 

“Yeah.” 

Yeah, and maybe more, his eyes said, but Judd shoved the thought away. He wouldn’t need to do that if he could prove himself, if he could impress Burke. He’d fucking find a way. Judd had no idea what it would be like up here, but he’d been in fights before. For fun, for supplies, for survival… a fight was a fight, right? Even as banged up as he was, Judd was willing to bet they’d underestimate him.

Who would his opponent be? Another captive wastelander? A city-dweller who fought slaves like him for fun or glory? Or… someone else? Did the city folk ever make slaves of each other? Could he end up facing someone who was born and bred for this bloodsport? He guessed he couldn’t count that out, but if it came down to it, Judd wasn’t afraid to fight dirty to win.

It was impossible to tell the time of day from their room, and the hours seemed to drag on as they waited. Skye spent most of the time lying on his stomach, his eyes distant. Judd couldn’t blame him. He felt like he should say something. Offer comfort, or a distraction. Make a plan to get away. But he didn’t feel up for starting a conversation. Instead he tried moving around, stretching stiff limbs, preparing for the imminent fight. He was almost chomping at the bit for the event to start by the time the door swung open. Again, it was Burke, this time accompanied by two sets of goons.

“It’s time,” he said simply. “I hope you’re ready”

He was. He’d show off his grit tonight, and a week from now he’d be on his fucking way out. Skye too. He’d make sure Skye got the chance to run too. 

Two of the guards moved to Judd, getting him to his feet and fitting a pair of metal cuffs around his wrists. He accepted them without so much as a snarl. He could obey. Comply for now. But as they left, he saw Skye was also being roused, fitted with his own set of restraints.

The sight of them spurred an uneasy feeling in Judd. He was going to watch, right? The older man seemed unsteady on his feet, face locked in a wince as he took a half-step forward.

“Pitiful,” Burke said, his eyes on Skye. “Maybe your opponent will go easy on you.”

Opponent. “What the fuck?” Judd hissed, and was answered with a sharp backhand across his face. He hunched forwards, grimacing.

“You speak when spoken to, 1027,” Burke said, offering no explanation.

What the fuck? He was going to make Skye fight like this? He didn’t stand a chance. Judd’s mouth opened, but he closed it again just as fast.

Be obedient. He couldn’t stop Burke from throwing Skye into the pits, no more than he could save himself from them. All he could do was offer the illusion of compliance. Hopefully Skye didn’t get too badly hurt. If Judd saw an opportunity and the older man couldn’t keep up… fuck, he wasn’t going to sacrifice himself out of guilt. Skye would want him to get out, wouldn’t he? Judd hoped it didn't come to that, but he had to be ready if it did. Skye was smart. He’d find a way on his own.

Right now, he had bigger things to think about. Right now, he had a fight to win.

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[lipstickchainsaw]

Alright, I have one more Arcane post in me before Act II (or maybe two, if I can find the time to get my thoughts on Jinx as Janna in order), so let's talk about Vi and Caitlyn, what they did to and for each other, and the fallout of episode 3.

Vi is a notoriously protective person; it's been her driving motivation from the very beginning, and the great tragedy of Vi as a character is that she has to watch herself lose the very people she's trying to protect often for reasons outside of her control.

Because her protectiveness, her self-conception as the older sibling, is the rock she built her identity on. It is the thing that kept her going in prison, even as the who she was protecting her sister from shifted from Piltover and its enforcers to Silco and his goons. It provided her with stable ground, and she needs that stable ground to fight from.

And then Acts II and III of season 1 are all about destroying that stable ground. Her home is no longer what she thought it was, her sister is so very different, what is she doing all this for? Who is the person she's protecting here? She burns every bridge with the Undercity in order to resolve this tension, tears down her childhood home, wrecks her second home in a (rather pointless) fight with Sevika, joins in an extrajudicial raid against her people, is willing to step over a dead kid to answer this question.

And in the end, she no longer recognises her sister at all.

All that's left, then, the only place she has left to go, is with the sole companion throughout this quest, the woman from Piltover, an enforcer, hell, a council woman's daughter, the woman who seemed to get it. That could be her rock. That could be the one she was useful for. That could give her the stability of purpose she needed.

So she clung to Caitlyn, trailed after her like a lost puppy, but that came with ever more compromises. Little ones, that no doubt irked, like being offered a job as an Enforcer, like hearing she was one of the good ones, having her people called animals to her face. She doesn't get upset about any of that (compare her to the way Viktor responds to Jayce when he crosses that line, and how Jayce actually reconsiders his stance as a result), she can't get upset about any of that.

Because if she got too upset about that, she might lose her rock, she might lose what keeps her here. She can't press Caitlyn on this, because Caitlyn might show herself as having changed, and then where does she go?

So she compromises further. She wears the uniform, she gasses the people of Zaun, ignores the moments where the Strike Team is more brutal than necessary, and when the cognitive dissonance here threatens to become too much, she tries to resolve it by begging Caitlyn to stay who she is, who Vi got to know in season 1, who Vi thought she was.

But when she has Jinx at her mercy, when Jinx is ready to die by her hand, Vi sees Powder in her eyes yet again, and hesitates (because Powder wants to die, but the world won't let her), but it doesn't stop her. What stops her is Isha throwing herself on top of Jinx to protect her, and what breaks the cognitive dissonance isn't even the thought that Caitlyn might shoot her, it's the fact that killing Jinx in front of Isha would create another Jinx.

And this time, Vi is the monster, because while she begged Caitlyn not to change, she had not realised how much she'd changed. How she forewent the 'good heart' Vander so praised her for. As this snaps into focus, she realises this is one bridge too far, one compromise she can't countenance.

And it gets her called evil by virtue of her blood.

So she loses the last bit of stable ground, and her step away from her moral event horizon sees her lose everything.

For Caitlyn- well, okay, look, I'm just going to quote what I said about her sociological role before the season started:

She has seen just enough from the Graysons of the world to see that as a more honest way of living life than what her mother does, and so she decides to slum it, insisting she should be treated just as everyone else, unaware of how her class privilege affects any of those interactions as well. Seeing it as a more honest living, as a goal to target with a single-minded focus, does lead her to approach the problem with a bit more understanding, allows her to actually see the Undercity and its many aspects, but even then, she's still coming from above, and her family is still responsible for much of that suffering, and when that check comes home, her appreciation for those nuances doesn't exactly survive.

Nailed it.

It has been noted that the name 'Kiramman' shows up a lot more in season 2 than it did in season 1, and that's because, in season 1, Caitlyn was removed from her sociological role. As she approached and moved beyond Grayson's appreciation for the Undercity, she got to live that more honest life she'd always dreamed of. She got to experience the Undercity alongside Vi, not as Caitlyn Kiramman, heir to one of the most influential families in Piltover, but as just another person.

She spent most of season 1 separated from her class position, but in season 2, she no longer gets to have that little luxury, because her last name starts mattering more than her again (last names the people of the Undercity don't have), and while she resists its trappings at first ('Hextech may keep us alive, Jayce, but it's not what will save us'), by the time she gets the key to the family records, accepts becoming the representative of the Kiramman legacy, she has very much lost that battle.

The thing that makes the Grey so thematically beautiful is that it is very much a representation of Caitlyn's grief choking Zaun, as she undoes her mother's good work to try to avenge her. It's a very rich representation, too, because it also narrows her perspective, and worsens the problems that already come with the single-minded, targeted focus that her sniper represents.

Because throughout it all, Vi's been there, and Vi, to Caitlyn, has been the proof that she is still living that more honest life. That she hasn't fully lost herself to grief and anger, that she's still able to see the good in Zaunites, so she can't be too far gone.

And so, as she takes aim at Jinx, knowing for certain that she'll make the shot (and justifiably so, I think), she doesn't see the stuff surrounding it, the consequences of shooting Jinx, and the way it will perpetuate the cycle of trauma and violence through Isha.

And she hasn't been able to see the journey Vi's been going through, and how Vi responds to her actions.

So when Vi resists her, she can either take a step back and ask herself what the fuck she's doing (like Jayce did), but that'd mean changing the target. The alternative, then, is that Vi is also one of Them, instead of one of Us. Because the position of 'one of the good ones' is inherently fragile.

And without Vi to keep her honest, to keep her Caitlyn instead of Kiramman, she lets Ambessa seduce her with that very name into becoming a dictator.

[aurora567]

Magenta

Warning for smut, gun play, breath play, killing, blood, torture, drug use. Just over all a slightly darker themed one shot. I feel like it is rather canon style violence based on the Tokyo Renengers manga. So this is your warning this fic is a bit darker than my other works.

Word count: 3,595

The sounds of heels clicking against the cement floor was barely audible over the muffled cries that had been filling the mostly empty warehouse. Her footsteps were not the only ones. The body beside her walking in time with her also gave off a slight click with the heel of his dress shoes. Chizu glanced over at the two men who had been left to guard their captives. A nudge of her head had the two goons quickly leaving them alone. That caused the panicked muffled crying to become louder from the two men who were tied down to some chairs that had been bolted to the floor.

“Oh they look like they are about to piss themselves,” her companion says with a wide smirk. A quick glance over at the pink haired man showed off the wide smirk that pulled at his scarred lips. Was it his crazed look on his face or his poor sense in fashion that scared people, she wondered? He always wore some of the most odd suits. And he paid a lot for them she was sure as each was built to fit him perfectly and yet he always picked some of the oddest or ugliest designs of fabric. Then again most of the Bonten executives seemed to have the worst taste in clothes .

While he looked crazy, she was more put together. Bleached hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Her bangs framing her face. She looked like a typical office worker. A simple white blouse, a dark jacket over top and a black skirt to go with the black jacket and matching heels. She truly looked like she had just stepped out of some office building.

“Sanzu do not forget we are here for work,” she reminds her companion, who sometimes could get a little over excited and forget the mission at hand. She was pretty sure that was why Mikey assigned her to work with the psycho. That and plus she was one of the few he did not argue too much with nor attempt to kill. She had quickly learned that the mad dog of Bonten did not play well with others. But she was oddly an exception apparently.

“Awe you’re no fun,” the pink haired man pouted as he walked over to lean over one of the men that could do nothing more than cry out in fear. They all knew what was going to happen.

“Let’s cut to the chase gentlemen since we all have better places to be. We know one of you snitched out Bonten to some pigs. Now which one of you was it?” The woman asked as her dark eyes looked between the two men.

Loud muffles filled the old warehouse as both men struggled to get their words heard over the other and threw the duct tape on their mouths. A nod of her head had Sanzu ripping the tape off them both before the two started to cry out over top of each other. Of course they each blamed the other. This was so useless. Why did she even bother? Turning her attention to one she had no issues torturing them each one at a time. Fingernails were so easy to pull off when the wrist was well restricted and they could not pull away. Still that only got her more begging. That was not what she wanted. When that did not get her the answers she wanted she started snapping fingers. Listening to the sound of bones snapping within her hands and the screams that followed did not bother her at all. She only blinked her dark brown eyes. She would repeat her question before snapping the next finger. But it seemed this was still not getting her the answers she wanted.

“You’re too annoying. Fucking cockroach,” she growled out before reaching under her skirt for the holster that sat around her right thigh. She shot the man furthest from Sanzu. The other cockroach let out a girly scream as his companion was shot in the head. Clean and instant. Seeing her pull her own gun Sanzu was quick to pull his own gun, pulling the trigger on the man he had been leaning over a second ago.

Those pale blue eyes were blown wide, though that may have been from the pills she watched him pop into his mouth before they had walked into the warehouse. That wide toothy grin of his was manic. And the laugh he gave as he strolled towards her would have made anyone else back up. But she didn’t move as she just holstered her gun. Those pale eyes didn’t even hide the fact he was looking to try and catch a glimpse of her panties when she pushed her skirt up.

“Fuck it’s sexy watching you kill someone,” he nearly moaned as he started to step into her personal space. She did not even flinch as she looked up at him as he leaned in towards her. In her heels she was only centimeters shorter than him so it made it easy to hold his stare and stand tall any time Sanzu may try to intimidate her. But this was different, he was not trying to pick a fight with her. No, this wild look on his face was a different one. But one she felt she knew just as well. She didn’t need to look down to know the man was rock hard.

“Sanzu we are working. Now put your gun away and let’s get going,” she said looking unimpressed at him. She never knew if it was the drugs, some weird blood or killing kink but this was not the first time she noticed him horny as hell after a kill. The first time they fucked they had both been covered in blood. Things had gotten a little bloody while torturing a man to death. And apparently one thing had led to another and now she found herself in this type of situation with Sanzu a lot. This time she felt the muzzle of his gun running down her side.

“We got a few minutes,” the pink haired man hummed in her ear. It was true, no one would dare walk into that warehouse till they walked out. There was no rush. Mikey would be awake no matter what time they returned to inform him of their work and the pests they disposed of with a little in house cleaning. There was no use in trying to stop him. It didn’t help Sanzu was much like a child, he never took being told no well. It was better to just give him what he wanted so that they could get to the next job.

All it took was her giving a heavy sigh for his grin to grow even wider. She was giving in and he knew it. And like a kid at Christmas, Sanzu was ecstatic. His grin grew toothy as he flashed her those pearly white teeth of his. The muzzle of his gun slipped under her well ironed skirt. She had to bite back the noise that threatened to crawl up her throat as the muzzle of the gun rather aggressively bumped against the front of her panty clad pussy. Yet the man was either skilled or lucky as the muzzle still found the ability to glance across her clit. It was all she could do to choke back the moan her throat wanted to let out.

This was a game they had played a few times now. She would struggle to not make a noise and Sanzu would have his fun with her as he tortured her body with pleasure till she would finally snap and beg him. It gave him an incredible rush to bring such a strong woman down to a begging wet mess for him. A woman he had seen kill grown men with her bare hands. One that would glare at him and not back down even when he was high and irrational. Yet for him and him alone she would break.

She stood still as a statue, her teeth chewing at the softness of her inner cheek as the muzzle of Sanzu’s gun proceeded to tease her body through her panties. Was it the thought someone could see them? Or the fact he could kill her that made this all so hot and sexy? Though it wasn’t like they had not put on shows before. It never took much if Sanzu had the right drugs in his system at a club to have her in his lap. Most commonly the Haitani’s would bare witness. Though she was pretty sure that was Sanzu both staking his claim to her while also trying to tease the brothers since they could not have her, at least not till Sanzu grew tired of her.

No, it was the thrill of danger that was the most fun and exhilarating whenever she was around the second of Bonten. Sanzu could kill her if he wanted to. Pull the trigger of his gun, pull the butterfly knife she knew sat in his right pocket and stab her. Slice his favorite katana threw her body. Or even just wrap those glorious long fingers around her thin throat and he could squeeze till her body grew limp, her vision would go black and soon after she would suffocate to death. She had to admit if she died at the hands of the manic man before her she would die happy. For it would be a rush like no other.

She caved sooner than she wanted as she let out a soft moan as a shiver ran up her back as Sanzu’s hand that was not holding his gun moved up to cup a breast. His grip was hard as he squeezed her through the material of her blouse. She could smell the spicy scent of his after shave as he invaded her space. She tried to pull back from him but all that did was have him chasing after her. Till she could no longer pull away.

A soft puff of air escaped her as her back hit something hard. A large cargo crate or maybe the wall? She did not know nor was she paying enough attention. She was too busy watching those blown out pale blue eyes eating her up. His brilliant white teeth on display as if she was looking into the jaws of a shark. Then again she may have been safer swimming with a shark than toying with Sanzu. And yet here she was, toying with fate as if it would never bite her in the ass.

She was trapped now and they both knew it. Like the predator he was, Sanzu striked out. His lips crashed against hers. His body leaned into hers keeping her pinned to the wall behind her. The muzzle of the gun finally relented and was pulled back from her throbbing clit. Instead though Sanzu pulled away, breaking away from the sloppy kiss. Her lips still parted as she panted softly. Taking advantage of her trying to catch her breath Sanzu roughly forced the muzzle of his gun past her lips. Her teeth banged against the metal before she was quickly opening her mouth wider. Looking into those blown out pale eyes she smirked as she wrapped her tongue around the barrel as she smirked at him. She could hear the heavy exhale Sanzu let out as he watched that pretty pink tongue of hers running over the barrel of his gun.

The trigger guard dug into her bottom lip as Sanzu tried to force the gun further to the back of her throat. She was increasingly thankful the glock he had had a guard. But once again that thrill that he could so easily blow her brains out was an incredible high. Her panties were soaked, her heart was racing. The guard may have kept the gun from accidentally going off but she knew the safety was off, and Sanzu still held his finger to the trigger. If he so chose he could end her before she even knew what happened. And yet she did not try to stop him. If anything her tongue only grew more bold as it ran across the cold metal in her mouth.

Suddenly the gun was ripped from her mouth. She let out a soft whimper. She had been having fun dancing with death while nearly tongue fucking Sanzu’s gun. Then again the show had also been meant to tease Sanzu which seemed it had done the job.

“Fucking hell I want to put that fucking mouth of yours to work.” He groaned as he tucked the gun back into its holsters that sat under his jacket.

“Why don’t you?” She was completely taunting him with the question. She was completely ready to drop to her knees and try to suck the soul out of this man’s body before her.

“To quote a bitch from earlier. We don’t have time for that,” she should have known those words would come back to bite her in the ass. Oh well she was sure there would always be another time. Hell, a simple question or offer and Sanzu would follow her home like a lost puppy if she offered to blow him if he went home with her after they finished the job.

“Ass,” she grumbled under her breath which just earned her a chuckle from the man. Before she could let him get out some sort of smart ass remark she leaned back in crashing her lips against his. Hands roamed down till they each cupped one of her ass cheeks. Being lifted off the ground she let out a surprised noise into the kiss. Her legs wrapped around his thin waist. His chest pressed into hers helping to keep her pinned in place. One hand sat under her ass to keep her up. The other reached up to push her skirt up all the way to ensure it sat around her stomach. She could hear the snapping and stretching of her poor pantyhose ripping. He was the reason she bought the cheap ones.

Her fingers danced down his chest to work at the button of his pants. She was swift as her fingers unbuttoned and nearly ripped the zipper of his dress pants. She only pushed his pants down a few inches. That was the best she could do as she was still wrapped around his waist. But it was enough. Freeing his hard cock was easy. She could hear him hiss softly as she gave him a few teasing strokes with her hand.

A smirk tugged at her own lips. Sanzu was not the only one who enjoyed the little power trip of knowing that they could bring someone strong down with just a simple action. If they were not in some dingy warehouse and still working she would have happily dropped to her knees and turned the Mad Dog of Bonten into a moaning bitch for her. But she did know that Mikey was awaiting for them to return and let him know about their little internal hunt for vermin. And Mikey was not one who liked being kept waiting for too long. And he was someone she did not dare ever piss off.

So her teasing did not last as long as she would have liked. It was more fun when she could take her time with him, and she was sure Sanzu would agree. Maybe after they talked with Mikey they could revisit their fun little moment.

With his hands on her hips holding her up, her one hand softly stroked him as her other moved her panties to the side before she lined him up with her. One hard thrust had her head rolling back as she let out a loud moan. She could hear one of her heels as it fell off her foot and hit the ground as she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his thin waist.

Sanzu took that as an invite to start a fast and rough pace. His head dipped into the side of her neck as her head was rolled back moaning as she enjoyed the stretch and feeling of being so full. She could hear soft little moans escaping the man as he gave hard fast thrusts of his hips.

Kicking off her other heel she more easily wrapped both legs around him and dug the heel of her foot into whatever part of him she could as if her heels could force him closer. Her right hand moved up from his shoulder that she was clawing at as if she could claw his ugly suit off and really enjoy him. Instead it moved up. She slid her fingers through that pretty pink hair of his before grabbing a handful and giving a hard tug back.

“Fuck,” Sanzu growled as he let her pull him a small bit away from him. The glare he gave her sent a shiver up her back and she loved it.

“Kiss me,” she demanded from him which earned her another hard glare.

“Watch your mouth,” he warned.

“Make me,” she taunted. She knew if she wasn’t careful she could find herself in trouble. And the feeling of those slim strong fingers wrapping around her neck were a fast reminder of how easily he could kill her if he wanted to.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled at her as his fingers tightened and he could listen to the almost silent gasp she let out. But he did cave in to her demand. His lips crashed against her lips before he let his grip loosen as he felt her lips seem to struggle to return the kiss.

Once she was able to inhale air and actually get it sent to her brain the ability to return his kiss became easy. The thrill of knowing he could have suffocated her had the knot in her stomach growing tighter and tighter fast.

Pulling away and breaking the kiss she was gasping for air. His name became a chant on her lips. Her fingers clawed at him and she could not get enough. She felt so close yet so far away from the ecstasy that would be her orgasm. And she wanted it so badly. Before she even noticed she was begging him for more and about being so close.

She could feel his hips losing their rhythm. Which was a very clear sign that Sanzu was growing close himself. Which was hot as hell, and had her cursing loudly as she could only hope he would last long enough for her own tension to snap in her body.

One last hard thrust had him sheathed deep into her body. She let out a scream of pleasure as the tension snapped and ecstasy flooded her body as she came. She clung to Sanzu as he gave a few small thrusts into her as he rode out his own high of pleasure. She could feel his hot cum filling her.

Panting he only gave her a second to regain her composure before he was pulling away from her a little as he slipped his softening dick from her. She let her legs drop from around his waist. She could feel his hot cum leaking from her body. Yet she did nothing more than readjust her panties and ripped pantyhose. She pushed her skirt back down to where it should have been, readjusted her blouse and jacket. Looking around the floor she spotted her heels and grabbed them to slip them back on.

With a glance over her shoulders she could see that Sanzu was also dressed properly and was smoothing out his suit jacket before looking up at her with a shit eating grin.

“Well we better get going. Better not keep our king waiting,” she said as she started to walk towards the door leading out of the warehouse. She could hear Sanzu letting out a chuckle as his long legs made it easy for him to catch up with her.

She could hear a bag rustling, and a glance over at him revealed the man had pulled a little bag of pills from his pocket and was dropping three of them onto his tongue. Watching him dry swallow the pills she led the way out and towards the car they had driven over in.

She could feel his cum filling her panties and yet she did not care. She would meet up with their leader while full of his second in commands cum.

“Maybe after I will put that damn mouth of yours to work,” Sanzu was teasing her. Walking past the two goons who were going to dispose of the bodies she tossed a light glare over at him.

“You’re insatiable,” she said with a soft sigh. Which just earned her manic laugh from the man who walked beside her. Well depending on what she just watched him swallow there was a good chance that Chizu would not be getting any sleep that night.

[ladykailitha]

Star Child Part 10

We finally get the last two of the nuggets introduced in the story and some pretty heavy backstory for Steve. It ends in a weird place because I didn’t know how to end this chapter and the next part is fairly long. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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A couple of beefy looking guys were trying muscle their way through to get to the stage. One of the roadies stood up. He was wiry thin with dark hair and even darker eyes. The two men towered over him, but his expression was bland, almost bored as he crossed his arms in from on his chest.

“Oi!” he sneered. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“We’re security for the venue,” the one on the right said, flashing his badge.

“Did Juan send you?” the roadie asked.

The second man leaned forward to read the roadie’s shirt. “Well, Mike, there isn’t a Juan working here. You can’t fool us.”

Mike smirked and jerked his thumb behind him to a large Latino man with arms like barrels and a chest like a tank.

“That’s Juan,” he said as if he was talking to an infant. “And he’s the one that manages the security with the venue.”

The two guys looked at each other and gulped.

“Now get the fuck out of here,” Mike said with a wave of his hand, “Before I have Juan break your legs.”

The two men scrambled away, grabbing and tripping over each other as they booked it for the door.

“Mike, Mike!” Juan said, coming up to him with his cell phone. “Kitten manuls! Aren’t they so cute!”

Mike peered at the phone and cooed. “They are so fluffy.”  

Juan wandered off to show the other roadies the picture as Mike shook his head. He pulled out his phone and hunted down the picture Juan showed him. Then he sent it to his boyfriend.

-Holy crap! They’re even cuter as kittens!

Mike grinned and typed out his reply.

-Ikr? You find out if you got the job?

Mike chewed on his lip nervously as he watching the ellipsis appear and disappear a few times before he got a response.

-I did But there’s some trouble with the studio and it might end up being an indie album. And if that happens...

Mike swore and sat down hard on an amp. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times before he wrote back.  

-Then you won’t get paid to do the album art. Shit. I told you working with that asshole was a mistake.

-We’ve been over this. If I want people to see my regular work, I need a big job. And if that means doing the album cover art for Steve Harrington, babe. Then I’m going to do it.

-Wills...

Mike wanted to just call him, but he was supposed to be working and he didn’t want to get into any more trouble. It had been a couple of minutes before Will replied.

-I’ll call you after the show. Okay?

Mike sighed.

-Yeah. I can’t wait to hear all about it I mean it okay?

-Love you.

Mike looked around and then pressed his lips to his phone.

-Love you, too.

Fuck Henry Creel. Fuck his goons. And fuck Steve Harrington.

*

Steve was looking at the offers he had been holding on to for the last six months. Which was when he started looking for a new label. In hindsight that was probably what prompted his label to be nasty, if he was honest.

But he didn’t care. He had mouths to feed and techs to pay. He wasn’t going to let his current label continue to pigeonhole him. He was also meeting with his PR firm today to release a statement about his sexuality before his label could weaponize it against him.

They were going to draw up statements for if they got it out first, the label, or some news outlet.

Steve glanced at his watch and Robin should be arriving with the new PR rep any minute now. And as sure as if his thoughts summoned them, there was the sound of his doorbell. He jogged out to the front door and opened it.

He gave them his most sincere smile. “Hello there, ladies.”

Robin giggled and her companion merely gave a serene smile. He led them into his office and offered them drinks.

“I’ve got bottled water, Coke, lemon-aid...” he said. “What can I get you?”

“A bottled water for me,” Robin said with her goofy smile.

“And for me as well,” the PR rep said.

“Two bottled waters coming right up,” Steve replied with a grin. He was gone and back in flash with the two bottles. He handed each of the women a bottle and grabbed the offers from his desk.

“You wanted to look over the offers, yeah?” he asked Robin as he held out the folder to her.

She made grabby hands at it and clutched it to her chest. She loved going over contracts and looking for loopholes to exploit. She turned in her chair, until her legs were over one arm and greedily began to read them.

The rep looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Will she be okay?”

Steve waved it off. “Yeah, she’ll be fine. She’s more here for you anyway. I know I can come off as...”

“Intense,” Robin finished.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Yes! Exactly. You’re Jane Hopper, yes?”

She nodded. “It’s a small world, but I’m from Indiana as well.”

Steve grinned. “Fantastic. Nothing like having someone who understands that Indiana is sooo far from California, not only geographically, but culturally, too.”

She smiled back. “Yes, my bosses feel the same, which is why they sent me.”

“So what have you got for me?” he asked.

She started going over the different options for each scenario before he found an approach that he liked for all three.

“Fantastic,” Jane said. “Now, I’ve read the file from my bosses but I would like to hear it from you, if you don’t mind.”

Steve and Robin shared a glance and then Robin nodded.

Steve sighed. “Right, when I was seventeen my dad found out I was bisexual when he caught a boy half naked in my room the night of my farewell party.”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing that didn’t go well?”

Steve barked out a bitter laugh. “Hell no. He threw the boy out and managed to suppress every video ever of the boy and me together.”

Jane pressed her lips together. “I see. Do you know if he has copies of these videos?”

Steve shrugged. “No idea, if I’m honest. But probably. You’ll want to know, the other boy is famous now, too.”

“Any of your former bandmates?” Jane asked.

Steve shook his head and wrote the name down on a piece of paper. He handed it to her. “You’ll probably want to get in contact with his PR firm to do damage control if it comes out.”

She read the paper and quietly slipped in it into her purse. “I believe he is one of ours.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. He doesn’t remember it. So it may come as a shock to him.”

“You should tell him first,” Jane said gently, but firmly. “I know it’s hard. And a very bad memory for you. But you need to get out ahead of this before the shit hits the fan and it will. Soon. Sooner then you think.”

Steve sighed. “I will.”

Jane nodded and then got up to shake his hand. “This will be absolute hell for you for the next few weeks, but we’ll do everything in our power to minimize whatever we can. Okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath. “I worry he’ll hate me afterwards.”

Jane’s expression softened. “Then he was never worth it to begin with.” She turned to Robin.

“You’ll need to be his rock in this,” Jane warned her. “You cannot be the one freaking out. Do you understand? If you think you can’t be that person, find someone who can.”

Robin sputtered angrily.

“I’m not saying this be rude or to devalue your friendship,” Jane said sternly. “But what he’s about to go through will be actual, honest to God hell. Do. You. Understand?”

Robin nodded, scrambling to sit properly in there chair like a scolded child.

Jane looked between them and nodded back. She left them sitting there in shock.

*

They were in Denver the next night and Croup and Vandemar were back at again.

Mike rolled his eyes as he spotted them trying to get past one of the other roadies, a badass chick named Olivia. She was tiny but fierce. As he neared her he heard her telling them off.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she snarled at them. “Juan stayed in Santa Fe because his wife went into labor there.”

The two men looked at each other and winced dramatically. Mike sighed and Nancy said he was dramatic. He stepped up behind Olivia and folded his arms.

“Well if it isn’t the same jackasses that tried to get on stage last night...” Mike said with a grin. “Is your boss stupid or does he only have two minions to do his bidding?”

The two men looked at each other and just slowly turned away, trying to walk away all, nonchalant.

Olivia turned to Mike with a raised eyebrow. “They really tried a second time?”

Mike smirked. “Dumber than a box of rocks.” He shook his head and went back to work.

***

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Pokemon Horizons Episode 24 Review - Diana And Terapagos

After two weeks, Horizons is back! Although this is the final episode of the first arc (Liko and Roy’s Departure), it feels more of a buildup rather than a closure. We meet Liko’s grandmother Diana, we learn of Terapagos, and the Explorers are going out of their way to become scarier threats with the way they’re gathering their admins.

After so much buildup, Diana is finally introduced in the flesh. She is an adventurer as she started her adventures due to finding the pendant and Lucius’s diary in her family’s attic one day and decided to set out. As she got older, she gave up on finding about the secrets of Lucius, but still had the adventurer’s spirit at heart, which was why she still traveled around. The last time she saw Liko was a year before Liko’s story where she had visited Paldea and gave her the pendant as a good luck charm for school. At the time, she had no idea the pendant harbored Terapagos. As a character, Diana seems like a very cool person. I like that she still chases after her passion, adventuring, even at her old age. While she is finally introduced, I do feel as if she was mainly present for upcoming plot points and foreshadowing. She knows what Terapagos is; she knows what Rakua is. She knows that the Explorers are after the pendant. I just find it annoying that the writers build all these up and then get interrupted constantly, whether it be Fuecoco becoming hungry or the actual Explorers intruding into her house. I just hope this isn’t the last we see of Diana. I want to see more of her next episode!

I do like that thanks to Diana, we do get to learn a lot about Terapagos. Diana mentions that the form she saw in a book was much bigger—which is hinted at the existence of the Scarlet/Violet book. Terapagos was most definitely Lucius’s companion. Regardless, while a lot was given, there are still things we do not know about this turtle Pokemon. Terapagos seems to be familiar with Diana, yet she never knew it was inside the pendant. I guess Terapagos familiarizes with the wielder, even if it does not show up in front of them. Personality-wise, it is very cute and childlike. I find it amusing how Liko decides to carry Terapagos, Hatenna and Sprigatito all at once in different locations. There are going to be so many ‘Liko is swole AF’ memes once Terapagos’s official weight is revealed.

The Explorers are building up to be even bigger threats than before now. Spinel was easily the scariest of the admins during his stint. Now, Hamber is building up to be even scarier than him with the way his bangs reveal that the covered one has been open all the time while the uncovered one is purposely closed. His partner is a Dusknoir. He recruited the help of Onyx and Sango to pursue Terapagos. Onyx’s partner is Garganacl while Sango’s is Glalie, surprisingly. Spinel and Agate stated to be doing something in a lab, which is why they’re inactive. Amethio and his goons are back into the pendant search after he showed Hamber the video of Terapagos. I do hope we get backstories of why these guys are in the Explorers. I’d like to learn more about them.

Horizons really loves ending episodes with cliffhangers. I just hope nothing important is skipped over like how Episodes 22 and 23 did with 22 ending in a cliffhanger and 23 starting with Friede already out of the mine. If something like that happens again, I will riot. Anyways, what are your thoughts to this episode?

[jedimasterbailey]

barriss for the character asks!! 1 (i think we know), 7, 9, & 32

Hello there! 😊 It makes me laugh knowing that you know me well enough to know what my feelings are going to be on that first question 😂 Thank you for giving me the excuse to talk about my girl Barriss 💙

1- Canon I Outright Reject

That Barriss is not a terrorist or evil. She wasn’t out to get Ahsoka or anything out of spite or jealousy. She wasn’t abused or neglected by her Master. She didn’t want to hurt or kill anyone (she’s canonically a healer and it’s pretty clear from her words, actions, and facial expressions that she was tormented by what happened. The Temple bombing was a terrible accident Barriss got involved in, which can easily happen if an adult gets into your head about how wrong everything is and you’re most likely suffering from a multitude of mental illness as a result of being involved in war. People seem to forget that Barriss was a child like Ahsoka. At that time she didn’t have the wisdom or maturity to know that she was being used for nefarious reasons via Letta. Was it wrong what she did and how she went about it afterwards? Absolutely, but she’s still a kid at the end of the day, they’re not gonna make the best of choices especially if they’re already at a disadvantage (i.e riddled with PTSD and who knows what else).Barriss was a proud and gifted Jedi who cares for Ahsoka and everyone else she personally knew in the Order; she simply just hated the war and felt that the Jedi shouldn’t be dying or losing themselves to a cause that was orchestrated by an evil entity. Barriss says this clearly in her confession yet people wasn’t to have selective listening and only listen to the parts they want to hear to fit their narrative. The fact that Feloni and his goons decided to pick a Muslim coded character to be the one to bomb the Temple to further Ahsoka’s story and throw her on the pyre for toxic Star Wars fans to burn for years to come is disgusting and should be retconned immediately.

7-Age/Height/Weight Headcanon

Okay the age one is interesting because this is something we fans have wanted to know for years ever since Barriss got de-aged to be a companion for Ahsoka. It’s been said that Barriss is supposed to be a little bit older than Ahsoka in the Clone Wars. So if Ahsoka was 14-17 during the show, then I’d put Barriss roughly between the ages of 15-21ish. She’s likely 1-3 years older than Ahsoka if I had to guess. Height wise, she looks pretty tiny like 5’2-5’4 ish with the heels and weight would most likely be anywhere between 100-125 ish pounds considering she’s so thin.

9-Scene That Made Me Love The Character

I always thought Barriss was so cool when I first saw her in AOTC and in the Clone Wars 2003 mini series, but the scene that made me fall for her is undoubtedly when she introduces herself to Ahsoka in the 2008 Clone Wars episode “Weapons Factory”. Her sweet little bow had me and she is such a delight in that episode that I just fell for her right then and there and then it became obsession when she was willing to die when she got infected with brain worms so that others can live. In the three episodes she’s in, she showed the audience that she’s a multi layered character and I love characters like that 💙

32-Something Guaranteed To Make Them Smile/Laugh

I believe this to be a toss up between her Master Luminara and Ahsoka. Either woman most likely know all the ways to make Barriss smile or laugh, but I don’t think Anakin slipping on a banana peel or something wouldn’t do the trick either. Barriss has a big heart so I believe the ones she loves most would bring out the best in her.

Thank you again for this excellent character asks! Feel free to me what y’all think! 💙💚

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Ok so for Gotham Jervis, BTAS and Arkhamverse Riddler, and Scarecrow

He got caught and he sees Heroine just standing when he is being put into police. He is annoyed but she just smirks and send him a kiss before walking away.

"Blowing a kiss~"

So you got BTAS Jervis too because I misread the ask and wrote that first. Whoops!

Tw: suicide mention, unhealthy villain dynamics, hypnotism/mind control

Gotham Jervis:

- The look on his face is nothing short of offense. How dare you! How... Oh, this won't do. His hat knocked off, a black eye forming and him in cuffs in the back of a police vehicle. And you just strutting away as though you had the last word.

- You think you're going to just leave him to rot in Arkham? No, no dear. He simply must pay you a visit.

- He has eyes and ears outside of the walls of this asylum. And, unbeknownst to you, they are all upon you wherever you go. Maybe you'll notice something strange. Someone staring at you too long when you're on patrol. You think you hear whispers when you pass by a couple who look a little too glassy eyed.

- Why would you ever suspect him? He's put away and it's not like he has a whole network he can just, snap his fingers, right? Don't be silly.

- But it's why he knows where you are exactly where you are once he's escaped. You might think you're ready for him, but the moment you spot him checking out his pocket-watch nonchalantly- He looks up at you and blows a kiss. And your skull gets cracked over with a pipe from a goon he had hidden to the side.

- When you awaken, your clothes have been changed to resemble something out of Alice in Wonderland. He assures you it was all ve-ry clinical. "Why be crass when you're going to be here for quite some time?"

- He's going to hypnotize you into playing his games. Nothing overtly sexual in nature but definitely humiliating and making you kiss him on the cheeks, things like that. Just until you manage to find a way to break free and kick his ass as per heroes do in this kind of story.

Btas Jervis:

- At first he wonders if he imagined that. It's not unreasonable to wonder- but the knowing look in your eyes as you walk away...

- He's a little goofy about it? Were you flirting or just mocking him? It's not that you aren't attractive, no no, that's not it-

- and now hes thinking about how attractive you are and if maybe he would like to actually kiss you. He does come to the conclusion you were likely mocking, but you are quite the lovely young woman and- oh well you would look so adorable in an Alice dress!

- You've left him in quite a vexing position! He supposes he'll just have to... oh, I don't know, something *silly* like abduct the other heroes you usually work with, put them under mind control devices and wait for you to come and rescue them.

- Yes, he could have gone straight after you first, but he's not stupid, oh no! How could you listen to his offer if he approached you on your playing field first instead of his?

- "A kiss from dear miss to give me something to reminisce.... or else your friends walk to the abyss."

- The other heroes line up to swan dive into the Gotham river, your heart leaping to your throat. Could you stop them in time?

- If you give him the kiss, hes all smiles and rainbows. There. And now he doesn't have to wonder!

- Off you go, dear Alice, you'll all have to do this again soon!

- You're left trying to explain to your companions what the hell just happened as he makes a speedy getaway.

BTAS Riddler:

- Flush from the neck up. There's a mixture of feelings- furious you beat him but incredibly flustered that you made the gesture. You're a beautiful woman, he's not naive to that.

- Genuinely, he tries to forget about it. Tries to cast it from his mind. He has far too much to focus on for your meddlesome visage to distract him. He might even succeed for a time.

- It's not until you show up again that it all comes flooding back and he's determined to see you beaten and in awe of his brain. At least, that's the idea as he leaves you stranded in one of his little mind games. It was designed for Batman. Think you can take on the task, lamb?

- You do well... For someone trying your hardest, he supposes. You think he's watching you the whole time on feed, leaving him defenseless once you can reach him. One of these things is true.

- "I've always been an excellent multitasker." He sighs as you enter the room you thought he was in and you note it's a feed from somewhere else, "Ta-ta, my dear, I'm afraid we'll have to continue our little dalliance another time! Remember: The fox that chases two hares catches none!"

- And you might wonder just what that means until there's a news announcement that flashes over the screen that tells of the Riddler striking and cyber attacking a satellite that's shut down half the power in the city. He deliberately created a new problem so you'd have to abandon chasing him.

- He has a feeling the two of you are going to have so much fun!

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- He's immediately red in the face and pissed. Did you see- No! No, you did NOT win this! This was just round one! HE will be the ultimate victor in this. HIS intelligence far surpasses your own- don't shove him in the police car, he's not done!

- This is one of the few topics his therapists are going to get out of him ad nauseum for several weeks.

- Seriously, he's going to get an extra round of sedatives after he lists every single way in which You are intellectually inferior to Him and you only caught him out of pure dumb luck and cheating.

- He gets to work the moment he can steal a writing utensil to use on the walls.

- are there moments he thinks about kissing you? Its hard not to, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you'd have to concede he was your better first!

- Plus get through his death traps. Yeah, there's several of those.

- "Not so cute and darling NOW, are you? What- no, I'm not saying you're cute, I just- how dare you interrupt me while I'm trying to kill you!"

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- His face is completely stoic at first. It's difficult to read his emotions, particularly after the mauling by Killer Croc and surgery on his face.

- Yet if you look back you could almost swear he smiles for a moment. It's unsettling to look at.

- His revenge is slow cooking and you might almost forget about the incident entirely until you're face to face with him again.

- And, all too late for you to register, he doses you with the newest batch of fear toxin.

- "This is a special strain. Created just for you. I hope you're honored."

- non-lethal (in that you probably wont try to kill yourself) but deeply unpleasant and representative of your worst fears. Curled into a ball, sobbing. You might even beg for it to stop.

- it's then he approaches you as a terrifying figure, the rough texture of his "lips" kissing the corner of your mouth. He injects the antidote into your system.

- "Good girl. You took that so well. I can't wait to test the next batch on you as well."

[mimiri22-6]

oh yeah

I finlly watched Monkie Kid. Been meaning to for years, but kind of forgot it existed at some point. It was Amazing, in All terms of the word. Kind of perfect timing actually since season 4 was made 'available(?)' this year(idk how airing works for the show in gen yet).

I just really wanted to say, Several times while watching, even just in the first season, *deep breath* MK HAS 2 DADS!!! WOOOOO!!! Like it's not even subtext or implied!!! It was straight up Stated!!! In! The! Most! Recent! Season! HOLY SHIT IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!!!

Holy shit Red Son! I was So prepared to go through some kind of redemption arc for him and him leaving his verbally abusive demon family, BUT NO! NO HOLY SHIT! THE DEMON FAMILY IS SO SOFT FOR EACHOTHER! OMG! I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO LOVE THEM!

Spider Queen and her goons, is it weird I kind of ship her w the Scorpion Demon? Idk, when that ep happend the first person I thought to be her companion was the Spider Queen.

Lady Bone Demon; I Loved hating her at first, how dare she give MK more insecurities, but now I just Love her. Like that final scene w her?! Lifechanging. This show really, like really, said 'everyone is the hero of their own story'. And they said it twice to really get it across!

The most recent season, AH, holy shit. EVERYONE IS THE HERO OF THEIR OWN STORY! It's True!!

Mai and Mk are NEVER gonna be an item and they touched on it in the first freaking season like, nahnahnah, we aren't like that. People w opposite genders Can be bffs with no undertones! I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY! SVTFOE COULD NEVER!

Mai is badass girl without Being the badass girl that everyone has to coment on how she's a badass everytime shes a badass!! FUCKING THANK YOU!

Monkie King is complex w a complex past and people that hate him for reasonable reasons. Mistakes were made, miscomunication without cringing, just Actual Miscomunication where both parties don't show their full hand. Holy Shit Macaque!

Macaque was So good! Once again I thought he was just gonna be another villain that was 'betrayed' by Sun Wukong. And Yeah! He Was! Or he Really thought he was and then Wukong doesn't try to mend their relationship. Leaving it to fester and Hurt. BUT MACAQUE IS STILL A SWEETHEART WHAT WHY HOW?!!?! My fucking god I love him.

Every Character Has Layers! Sunny has ptsd, Pigsy is actually the heart of the group, Tang isn't just a scared bookworm, Mai isn't just tough, Mk smiles to hide the pain, Sun Wukong has set fire to so many bridges in persute for immortality, Macaque helps the gang So many times over, DBK loves his wife and son unconditionally, Lady Iron Fan loves her husband and son to the point that she preotects her son from a possessed dbk, Red Son Also helps the gang several times over, Spider Queen wanted to be a good queen even if she wasn't, LBD was doing what she though was right, Azure was taking down a Tyrant to save Multiple Planes, No One Was Flat!

NO MISSES! Every ep I was Ready fo More!

Mk, holy shit, Mk. I could project onto this kid until the end of time. He's open for trans headcannons, he has so many dads and mentors, so many adults to turn to for different things, he's legitimately afraid he's not enough and previous enemies Stick w him. He Thinks 20 miles an hour, he has adhd, not in cannon but Very implied, can't focus, thinks outside the box, no one is Surprised when he has a good plan, no one is surprised when he Succeeds. He Does take time to think his next moves when he Needs to. He gets Angry. He's insecure, he's Developing. He's Actually different from his s1 conterpart, but he's also Exactly the Same. No Matter What, Despite Everything, He's Still MK. I don't think I've Ever encountered a character that that rings So True with. Despite everything, it's still you. What has to change and Can change Has Changed, but he's still hyperactive, he's always been a bit sad inside, but he's still putting on a smile to lighten the mood, he's still trying to help people.

This Entire essay started because I just wanted to say the pig and the glasses guy are so gay for eachother it's barely even subtext, there is no heterosexual explaination for so many of their interactions. Now I have this. -_-

tldr; Monkie Kid is one of the best shows I've Ever watched. And every ep is only 10 minutes long! How did they manage that?!

P.S. 4 final things

They/Them Prissy Bird(I screamed for a solid minute when I realised they so clearly went by they/them pronouns)

Tang is ace af

Red Son has Two Hands and I am So on Board w that mentality. I love himb so much. Finally, a poly ship where I don't just want to Really close a triangle. I can picture it So well in my brain, Please tell me I'm not the only one w this mentality

I love this show so fking much I just thought I'd let you know again

[welkinsky]

Ok you said more asks so hear you go Love.

Could you do a Forest Guardian Reader x Kiba

how they met (from the first naruto seris when they are all around 12)

and then later by like a few years of how they like start falling in love or just conffes.

Kiba X Reader | Forest Guardian Reader

You have always lived in the woods watching your elders protect your clan from all the riots and the other village's feuds. You never really understood why was it that you had to live in the outskirts when you could always live in the hidden leaf and live a better life with better resources. You had their citizenship anyways.

But as you grew you found out that in early ages it was your clan's job to guard the village and how important it was for the livelihood of people living inside. You always took pride in it. Until one day while training you met a few kids from the village. They were training to be ninjas.

You were observing them from a distance & one of them caught your attention. He had a dog with him. You found it weird because it is natural for only your clan to have an animal with you as a companion.

You tried to have a closer look but then they noticed you. Your instinct was to flee but they looked friendly so you decided to stay and talk. As it turned out they were not even aware that your clan existed which was heartbreaking for a kid because you were so proud of being responsible for their safety.

But you figured that it wasn't their fault after all. They knew what they were taught. You had a great training session with them that day and the guy with the dog Kiba was your favorite among them because you both had somewhat similar skills.

This was your first time interacting with people from the inside of the village and you wanted to do it more! But sadly they had to go and as if he caught onto it Kiba promised to come back soon.

Years went by, and you waited at the same spot at the same time of the day but he never came. But one day your clan was attacked by goons who were not normal ones. They had a similar coat on with red clouds. But you didn't have time to think you had to fight. You were in the main defense team of the clan.

When all hope was lost you were still fighting not ready to give up. You could hear your family shouting from a distance to stop and run but you didn't. You were just happy that they and the other people were shifting to the village now.

Then out of nowhere, you smelled a familiar scent. It was HIM. As you were fighting a bunch of people came and he stood by your side ready to attack. You could see his features clearly. He grew up, and so did you. Will he recognize you?

"Get back Y/N you're hurt!" he said as he stepped in front of you. You stood there dumbfounded. He remembered your name. Then all the fighting and loss of chakra caught up to you as you fell down to your knees.

For the first time, it was not you fighting on the front lines. Someone else was doing it and protecting YOU.

After that incident, your first course of action was to ensure that everyone in the clan was safe. There were some casualties. But nothing serious. You went to the cliff that calms you down always. You needed that after such a long fight.

"You came," you said as you sensed his chakra from behind you. "I did," he said sitting down next to you. "Took you long enough."

"Heh, things aren't that simple anymore Y/N. The restrictions from the gate are way more intense now," he said guilt laced in his voice. "I understand. You grew up to be stronger than I had imagined," you said trying to cheer him up.

He just looked at you, in your eyes. As if, searching for something. "What?" you said tying your hair in a ponytail trying to avoid his intense gaze. "You genuinely waited all this time?" he said as he let your hair loose again, "You look better like this."

He realized what he did and tried covering up, "You don't have to be in warrior mode now heh we're here." then his voice turned genuine and deep, "But you showed them hell. I'm super proud of you kid." he said with a smile.

"Kid? I'm your age you know. But... in all seriousness what do you think will happen to the clan? They have nowhere to go." you knew this was coming. At some point, you'll have to figure this out too. It was not safe outside the walls right now. "We'll figure it out together. You're not alone," he said as he patted your head. 

Later Kiba helped you meet the Hokage so that you can present your plea in front of her. She was stern at first but was understanding. She gave you all shelter and resources till your clan was back on its feet. You spent most of your time with Kiba during the restoration phase. He helped through the process as if he never left and you two have known each other for years. He helped with all he had. Once your houses were restored you had to go back. He hated it, you hated it. But it was going to happen eventually.

Once you got back to your house. You went back to the place where you waited for him but this time it was to just reminisce about this dream life that you just lived with him. You didn't want to admit it but you had it bad for him!

You smelled the same scent. You rushed and he was standing there. "I'm not going to make you wait anymore." He said with a smile as you went in for a hug. "Ah, I wish it was like this forever. I don't want to let you go again Wait um" he accidentally said out loud.

You took a step back and watched him turning into a red ball of embarrassment. To save him from it you hugged him again, "Then don't."

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Thanks For Reading and for the ask too <3

Naruto Shippuden Masterlist

If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!

Asks are still open if you have any other ideas as well ;)

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip Whenever the Day of the Week!

So last week I finished two renders Woo! This week we have two new arts that I'm starting (4 technically but you know, just sharing the personal work) and some writing (I did share this to discord but I'll throw this in here too). Tagged by @paraparadigm @mareenavee and @friend-of-giants

If you wanna do it too then go ahead! Everyone's already shared by the time I get to mine (14 hours ahead, 24 behind XD).

Art First!

Relates to the fic I guess. It's fun, I draw birds! There's a time difference!

The rest is under the cut!

Now for writing.

So I power smashed out a chunk of a chapter from Teldryn's POV yesterday. He's waiting and he's bored and he's in his head, so is someone else. Some of you have already seen it, and some not. There's a fight scene that I'm, in the middle of which I'm not ready to show yet but have this.

The bastards took his keys. Both of them, right from his pack. The bastards just kept coming. The last two weeks had been truly unrelenting. He’d hit Sigrun’s men at the barrow, then near the Telvanni stronghold, some even managed to make it as far south as Fort Frostmoth after that woman from the Netch had cleared the entire place of ash spawn and undead. All by herself too, not a single guard had accompanied her according to Geldis. Though Teldryn was certain the old fool was exaggerating, that place was infested with those disgusting things. They regularly assaulted the Bulwark, each attack taking out more of Veleth’s guardsmen. Teldryn smiled to himself, he had his opinions on their competence, and it wasn’t flattering.  He’d told Veleth as much during the last assault and was once again met with the old guard captain’s gruff indifference.

So, she was better than a few guards? Who cares? He did, apparently. He’d been ruminating over their encounter for the last two weeks. He had made an utter fool of himself, completely blew it. Fuck! He actually stole from her! And he didn’t regret it either, she had good shit. Besides, he needed it more than she did… not to mention he was certain she was after him, the whole situation just didn’t add up. Gods, why was he thinking about this? Why did he care?

He fiddled with one of his rings under his gauntlet. The one with the misspelled engraving that he never bothered to have fixed and felt sick to his stomach. Guilty, he still felt guilty after all these years. He wanted to drown that feeling out again, but he couldn’t. Not yet, not when he was supposed to be watching the shore for more of Sigrun’s goons.

He was distracted again, he was always distracted. He wanted to pace, scratch at something, anything to get his mind off of him. Two hundred years and the pain still felt so raw. Does it ever end? He started fiddling with a loose thread on his scarf, unravelling it until a new hole was created. He’d fix it later if he remembered. Probably not. By Azura was he bored! The bastard said that his companions had set up again by Bloodskal Barrow again, but they weren’t there! He wanted that lizard that took his keys! By Boethiah he wanted his head on the end of his sword! His gauntlet caught alight; he was getting angry again. Good. Good. It was better than his perpetual wallowing. He was productive when he was mad, could get shit done! He threw the fireball that had formed at the ashen sand, it solidified under the intense heat. The cracking sound was awful but it was something.

He can’t sit still. His head felt itchy, and he ran a gauntleted hand through his hair. He needed to cut it, or at least shave the sides down again. He didn’t have his things. He needed his things!

Fuck where were they? Teldryn lay back hard, causing a small bloom of ash to raise around him. His hair fell in his eyes and he lazily brushed it aside. He stared up at the sky, it was now well past sundown, an aurora danced above, its green and violet symphony drowning out the stars. It was almost romantic if he would allow himself to think of such things. A bad idea.

So he tried to clear his mind and concentrated on the light lapping of waves on the shore. Those distant groans of netches further down the beach, the soft sound of booted footprints in the ashen sands.

Teldryn sat up to get a better look around, he could make out a figure about half a klick downwind of his position. Bonemold, one of Veleth’s boys on patrol? No, he’s too far away from town. He watched the lone guard as he sauntered along the shore. The guard sat on a log, his back facing Teldryn and pulled something out of a small sack that he couldn’t quite see. Food? Most likely. Teldryn felt his stomach growl and he fell back onto the sand. He’d forgotten to eat today, didn’t he? It was a habit he’d developed a long time ago. Easy when everything tastes like the ash of Red Mountain was swirled in a salty brine. It no longer brought him any joy. Still, his mouth watered. If those bastards didn’t show up soon he’d have to go bother Geldis again. He was out of food, he’d been out of sujamma for days as well. Gods was he craving that! Anything that could drown him out really. His fingertips itched and he pulled off his gauntlet with his teeth. It was that fucking ring again! It was too tight. It was never meant for him. It was his. He couldn’t get rid of it! By Azura had he tried, it was a part of him now. He should never have put it on! He held the ornate shape of it between his front teeth and gave it a light tug, relieving some of the pressure.

“Stop it!” “No, you parasitic fuck!” Teldryn growled under his breath. He tugged again. “That won’t work.” “Try me!” he growled, yanking at it harder this time. The force hurt his teeth. “Quit your incessant whining and listen.”

Teldryn stopped for a moment and listened. Chattering, no, no yelling! He glanced over towards the spot that guard should have been. He was on the ground, surrounded by three heavily armoured  Nords, one pulling the sword from the guard’s back, but was unable to make it budge. Teldryn snorted, idiots. You stick a sword in that part of the armour and you’ll lose it. It was a quirk of design that he never quite understood, though it had been explained to him often enough.

“To your right.” Teldryn moved his gaze away from the guard and towards the Barrow. A boat and several more armoured men hauling gear out of it.

Oh, it’s on!

Teldryn grinned wickedly and sprang to his feet. He pulled his discarded gauntlet back on and threw on his helmet, scarf and goggles hastily, he was itching for another fight!

[tricoloredillusion]

Starter for @likemosaic! (Cinder)

Vacuo was the last kingdom standing, apparently. A place that Neo hated, but also a great place to easily hide. Here, rules were a bit weaker than in other places- survival of the fittest, so to say, and the fauna of this side of the continent was probably even worse than Grimm at times.

But the mute had a goal, a reason to why she came back to Remnant in the first place or, to be more precise, the reason of why they let her free to come back here again.

She moved among the criminals even here, not to find alliance, but to find information in case that Salem's goons were sent here, and consequently, Cinder.

And unfortunately (?) for the Fall Maiden, the now half-feline found out about the shady and small room she was living at for the time being, before their next move, Neo assumed.

So now...she stood in front of the room's door, accompanied by an illusion of her deceased and old companion Roman Torchwick.

While she had enough time to grow in the Ever After and accept that he was gone, that didn't stop the illusionist from showing off her evolved Semblance, specially if she was about to invade Cinder's space after this long, when she probably thought that she was DEAD.

Knock knock knock.

Roman smiled behind the door, alongside the mute, and then raised his voice with a chuckle.

"Is anybody there? Surely! You've missed seeing us, right? It wasn't very nice of you to try and get rid of Neo here-"