#they cant fly and they're stupid as shit

[shoemi]

my sonic riders fanart teehee

[dancingdonatello]

HI ITS 🦆 ANON THE ONE WHO MADE AN AO3 CUZ OF YOU! AND YES I DID MEAN REQS I JUST CANT TYPE FOR SHIT 💀

I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE VILLIAN!TURTLES HEADCANONS?

LIKE DONNIE AND MIKEY MIGHT HAVE BEEN RAISED BY DRAXUM, AND DRAXUM NUTURED DONNIES LOVE FOR SCIENCE OR SMTH AND MIKEY MYSTIC POWERS WERE TRAINED BY DRAXUM TOO

AND MAYBE LEO WAS RAISED BY BIG MAMA

IDK ABOUT RAPH BUT YEAH!

BASICALLY THEY'RE RAISED TO HATE HUMANS, BUT THEN AFTER MEETING/ENCOUNTERING Y/N THEIR PERSPECTVIE CHANGES (ATLEAST ON THE READER)

MAYBE LIKE WRITE ABOUT THEIR VEIW ON THE READER, AND MAYBE THEY INVITE THE READER OVER TO THEIR HOME, OR MAYBE EVEN TELLING THEIR VILLAIN PAERNTS THEY LIKE A HUMAN, OR ALL 3!!!-

IM SORRY I JUST GET SO HYPED SEEING YOUR WORK AND I HAVENT REQUESTED ANYTHING IN A WHILE AND I JUST SAW ONE OF YOUR POSTS AND STIMMING AND KICKING MY FEET AND OVERALL JUST AKSJDHKJFHFKJH

ANYWAY THX FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS AND TYPE IT IF YOU DO! FEEL FREE TO PUT THIS ON PAUSE OR JUST DELETE IT

MAKE SURE TO DRINKS LOTS OF WATER, AND EAT! AND CHECK WHAT TIME IT IS, DONT WANNA FUCK UP UR SLEEP SCHEDULE ANYMORE THAN IT IS LMAO!!!

AND STRETCH YOUR WRISTS BESTIE

🦆 anon @duckanon

<3 <3 luv u duck anon.

villain rise turtles x reader

You have something that Raph needs. He’s been tracking you for months and he knows that you have a piece of the armor he needs for the resurrection of the Shredder.

And he’s never been one for plans, so…

He breaks in through your window.

You scream and then he screams and you’re holding on with an impressive grip on the armor piece and….

And you’re…. you’re so… cute. He suddenly lets go of the glove and you go flying back, knocking your head against the wall. He lets out an eep and rushes over, cradling your head.

You look pretty freaked out at his change of heart and he doesn’t blame you.

How he’s going to explain this to the Foot Lieutenant and the Foot Brute, he has no idea.

They take your introduction pretty well. So do you, by how you actually willingly hand over the glove.

But… your reaction when you find out about the Shredder at the baseball game destroys any loyalty he has left for the Foot Clan. He can’t bear to see that terrified expression on your face when you look at him.

Leo may have snuck up to the part of the hotel Big Mama told him to stay away from. But how could she blame him? People watching was his favorite past time! Who better to watch than some stupid humans?

And when his eyes landed on you, he just knew he had to have you. He wouldn’t regret it even when Big Mama punished him. If he hadn’t have snuck up to the floors above ground, he wouldn’t never seen you.

And anyways, his was birthday was coming up… and Big Mama said he could have anything he wanted. He grinned to himself, deciding to sneak into your room that night to ‘introduce’ himself. He’d leave a sticky note and scare you. Just a little.

Big Mama adored you. She gave you all these clothes so that you could look as perfect as her and Leo. She used for entertainment for the other Yokai, even when Leo glared on with jealously.

Soon enough, she was going to get her hands on some mysterious green ooze from three other turtles that looked suspiciously like Leo. As long as Leo didn’t find out about it, you would be the perfect test subject. And wouldn’t it be so sweet to see a lover’s quarrel in the Battle Nexus? She giggles at the thought.

Donatello has been bugged by you for a while.

In one of his rare outings to New York, obviously not letting Draxum know, he had run into you. He had been trying to break into a tech store and then you had appeared behind him.

He broke your nose but he hadn’t been left i scratched.

Then he just kept running into you again and again. He was half inclined just to kill you, but he feels like it would annoy him more with how much effort that would be towards someone like you.

You were annoying and just as mean as he was to you. It irritated him whenever you came back with a comment just as sharp as what he gave you.

One day, in one of his complaining rants to Mikey, Draxum overheard. Even though Donnie denied that it, Draxum was convinced he had a crush on a pathetic human. So, he decided he would kill you. As if you were nothing. Just scum on the Earth. All so Donnie wouldn’t be ‘distracted’ any longer. By that he meant he just wanted Donnie to work insane hours so Draxum wouldn’t have to work as hard.

And Donnie… couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let a single hair on you be injured.

There’s an angry turtle staring you down. Michelangelo and you had run into each other. One looking beat up and the other looking flabbergasted.

“You’re a… turtle?!”

Suddenly, you’re wrapped up in chains. That burnt badly.

“Ow!” you shriek and suddenly, just as quickly as they had come, they vanished. Big brown guilty eyes stare at you.

His face twitches before it turns disgusted. “Ugh. You smell disgusting.”

He was talking about the smell of your brunt skin. You glared at him angrily before seeing how bashed up he was. “What… happened to you?”

He was very reluctant to follow you home. And he kept asking you weird questions about other green turtles. Had you ever seen anyone that looked like him? Where? When? All these questions while you tried to stick a bandaid on him.

He also didn’t hold back on his mean comments about the human race. But as long as he sat still as you tried to rub the ash and debris off of him, you just let him talk.

Quickly, he warms up to you. It’s as if he never hated humans. He enjoys learning about everything you do and seeing all of what New York has to offer. He knows you can never meet Draxum. And even though he’s getting suspicious the more he leaves and the longer he’s out, Mikey continues to see you.

[number1rizgukgakstan]

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 19 (PART 1) LIVEBLOG

HERE WE GO FOLKS! THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

Spoilers below (under the cut)

"Re-ANKARNATE" Brennan Lee Mulligan the man that you are!!! Excellent pun

Fig Faeth and Gerard Neigh are my favorite animal companion duo ever <333

"Kristen Applebees might be class president in her senior year" crying laughing. Yeah the world is ending but isn't THAT the real thing to stress about??

So do we think that the Thistlesprings are watching the world end from their front porch? Or are they driving the fucking tank across the town to go fuck shit up? I hope they show up.

"This ship isn't actually flying by the way" insane.

"FABIAN DO YOU HAVE A PLACE YOU'RE HOPING TO LIVE?" GORGUG I LOVE YOU

they're putting the seacaster manor by the school's campus I'm crying. Fabian's mom IS going to kill him.

ASK FOR ALLIES! ASK FOR ALLIES! DO NOT BRING K2 BACK AT THE EXPENSE OF BETTER OPTIONS NOOOO

KRISTEN NOOOOOO KRISTEN I GET IT YOU HAVE BIG SISTER HEART BUT I'M CRYING.

ARE THEY ALL MOVING INTO SEACASTER MANOR??? SCREAMING.

Zac Oyama's comedic genius is insane. This man is so fucking brilliant give him a season as a DM

"zelgug fans are finally recovering- WHAT'S THAT? IT'S GORGUG AND UNIT WITH A STEEL CHAIR?????"

"107 degrees farehenheit" average summer temps tbh.

MAZEY! MAZEY! MAZEY! The fact that she's taking everything in stride is brilliant. She's definitely an honorary bad kid now

Ragh + Jawbone flying is a great picture. They're so cool.

I love their strategizing. They're right- Oisin first because wizard's are excellent at crowd control. But Mary Anne needs to go down or be persuaded to not fight ASAP because a powerful barbarian can do massive damage. Gorgug is one example of that- if Mary Anne is allowed to fuck around as much as she wants she'd wipe them out.

Ruben is a lesser threat, as even a high level bard isn't the strongest fighter on the field, but his spell list matters because shit like Irresistible Dance and the higher level buff spells can turn a fight very quickly. Ivy as a Gloomstalker is a problem, but if they can get her to burn her abilities quickly she might be easier to manage. If Buddy's still a Life cleric, he's easier to deal with, but if he switched subclasses upon raging out, a War cleric in particular is a HUGE problem. Offensive clerics are stupid busted.

Honestly is the Ratgrinder's are ACTUALLY level 20, they're going to need a miracle on their side, because level 20 pcs have insane hp and damage outputs, and some of their class skills are busted. Rogue's 'stroke of luck' alone is fucking scary. Not to mention that KLCK might have Elusive if she's level 17, which means RIZ CANT GET SNEAK ATTACKS OFF ON HER. This is INSANE.

ICE FEAST IS REAL!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! 1 level of exhaustion and 1d12 ice damage is insane but the benefits are CRAZY. Holy shit why the FUCK did Kristen never used this before

'Only 1 person needs to be exhausted' and it should be Fabian, actually, because if they only have 1 person on counterspell Jace and Oisin are going to fuck them over so hard.

K2 WITH THE UNION JACK IS ABSURD.

"Fuck it I'm playing the pipes" the most hilarious bit ever especially when they immediately stop being able to fight with the party as soon as he stops concentrating on playing them. 10/10 gag gift

SQUEEM SHOWS UP FOR THE FINAL BATTLE???? HUH??? SQUEEM SHOWS UP??? INSANE ENERGY

Ruben: "why are you so yoked"

Gorgug, in the deepest voice imaginable: "I'm a wizard"

You know what? PEAK Bad Kids energy tonight. We're winning.

"Loser says what" GORGUG IS FUCKING GOING OFF TONIGHT. THE FACT THAT PORTER FELL FOR THAT IS WILD

No one recognizing Fig is so funny. Wanda Childa, the secret seventh Bad Kid

I never noticed Riz has a 6 in strength- no wonder he had to have people load canons for him. Absurd.

PORTER HAD TO BURN A LEGENDARY RESISTANCE??? BEAUTIFUL.

RUBEN's COUNTERSPELL BEING ROBBED BECAUSE OF SLOW IS THE BEST FUCKING MOVE EVER. That takes them down to 2 counterspells a turn, assuming Jace and Oisin both have it prepared, since its a reaction. The ability to prevent multiattacks, slow spells, and force them to use either an action or a bonus action

IVY'S TARGETING HIS FUCKING DOG??? :( EVIL!

Oisin is getting his ass beat by Fig and the Vultures and I love it. Fucking GET THAT BITCH!

"That bitch in the back? I'm gonna skin her alive. She said she was going to do it to Maisey, so I'm gonna do it to her" THATS THAT SEACASTER BLOOD IN HIM!!! Bill would be so proud.

26 AC is wild. Fucking- this battle is going to go so hard I can't wait.

If Ivy dies in 1 turn I'm going to laugh so hard. Most cringefail ranger ever. I love her and hope she gets to come back Aelwyn style.

HOLY SHIT HE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO USE THE ACTION SURGE ATTACKS. HOW LOW WAS IVY????????

"I'm Going to Lose My Virginity to That Girl" FABIAN ARAMAIS SEACASTER, THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.

DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD???? WHY DOES OISIIN NOT HAVE SHIELD????? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE???

Kristen leaping under the disintegrating gym is such a beautiful idea and I need to see fanart immediately.

God, Porter's such an intimidating villain. That's some scary ass shit.

I forgot how fucking powerful Psychic Scream is. Bards get insane shit.

NOOOO THE HANGMAN :(

The party has been doing so well in combat it was bound to take a bad turn at some point

"YOU SUCK AT PVP! YOU SUCK AT PVP!" That was Murph possessing Riz for a brief moment.

The fact that they all have low HP but level 9 spells is fascinating. That's not a natural curve to end up on. They must either have shitty con, or level 10 or so stats but access to higher abilities?

"You're a WASTE OF MY TIME" OUCH. OW! OUCH! GET HIM FIG! That whole speech at Ruben fucking HURTS she got his ass good holy shit.

"BUDDY, BAKARATH IS! NOT! REAL!" I love all of them actually.

They all got clustered together because of Riz's slow and now Adaine is casting SYNAPTIC STATIC??? holy shit. This was the most brutal set-up ever.

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT HOW OP SYNAPTIC STATIC IS. GET FUCKED JACE!!!

HOW the FUCK IS JACE CONCENTRATING ON 4 FUCKING SPELLS??? I WANT WHAT HE HAS

This battle is, again, super fucking scary. They're clearly fighting for their lives right now and they just do not have the numbers or the spell slots. I have to have faith BleeM wouldn't give them a fight they didn't have the resources to win,,,, but oh god is it a nail-biter.

Maybe if we're lucky, Arthur Aguefort will come in with the steel chair? Come on man come back and DO YOUR JOB

FABIAN DROPS???

Jace splitting into multiple versions of himself makes this fight brutal. They just don't have the manpower to fight this many spellcasters.

Kristen should have picked allies </3 it makes sense to pick K2 but god yeah

Gorgug's clutch NAT 20s coming back!

OISIN + IVY are both defeated, meaning that they've gone 2 for 2 so far on main party deaths.

"Make sure to cut his head off so he can't be revivified" CANONICALLY SAID BY RIZ??? THIS IS HIS MOMENT.

Holy shit, Gorgug manhandling Porter is maybe the coolest fucking move ever. Gorgug is the world's GREATEST WIZARD!

OISIN DIDN'T EVEN GET A TURN??? LMAO GET WRECKED DRAGON BOY!

What they need is some kind of powerful magic of their own, but none of them have high level spells left. It sucks ass but they're going to get through it cause these are the BAD KIDS!!!

RIZ IS IMMUNE TO FIRE???? OH MY GOD. LAVA SWIMMING TIME!

Brennan not taking into account what full fire damage immunity would do is maybe the funniest bit of this episode. He's essentially given them free range to play lava shenanigans with his battlefield. He has essentially built a battlefield where ONLY HIS VILLAINS have to worry about the hazards.

The army of spellcasters being unable to counterspell because the Bad Kids are being tactical wizards is so fucking sick. I hope Jace and Reuben feel as useless as they fucking are.

"all the jace's waste their reactions' PEAK CLOWNERY!

NOOOO GORGUG WENT DOWN :[

"What's my name?" The SASS! I love Adaine so much

Mary-Anne is my favorite character forever and ever. "Jace, I don't feel well" GIRL ME TOO!

"I counterspell his counterspell" WIZARD BATTLESSSSSS!!!! AND SHE CRITTED THE SAVE FOR FLESH TO STONE??? HELL YEAH!

"STUPID IDIOT! HAVE WE EVER HAD A CONVERSATION?" THEY ARE BEATING HIS ASS!

THE RAGE TOKEN MECHANIC WAS FOR THE FINAL BATTLE??? HOLY SHIT THEY LUCKED OUT!

"No one wants to engage with the temptation of my sort of philosophy- You're juicing and we can all see it" DEVASTATING. Porter keeps taking hits that would kill me instantly

There's only ten minutes left in the episode right now so I have to ask- how did they cut this? What cliffhanger am I going to be left on? Should i be fearful? I'm gonna be fearful.

Riz's mindgames are so fucking brilliant. This man is just as much as a Mastermind as KLCK, he just has better motivations. (They're real

The music kicked up? What the fuck is this music? Hm? Hm? Is this a good sign or a bad sign? Whatever it is, I'm fucking with it.

FIG SURVIVING BY THE SKIN OF HER FUCKING TEETH! SHE IS THE CHOSEN ONE BITCHES!!!!!!

"YOU DON'T KNOW HER LIKE I DO!" FUCK YEAH!

That moment with Ankarna was seriously sweet. They are the best friends forever to me.

NOOO MARY-ANN'S STRAWBERRY D: BRENNAN THAT WAS THE CRUELEST THING YOU COULD HAVE DONE.

BUDDY LOST CONCENTRATION!!!!!! HELL YEAH!!

Fig is THE plan-slayer. The bit-defeater! THE SCHEME-FOILER!

RUBEN FUCKING DIED! FIG FUCKING MURDERED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM? HOLY SHIT???? SHE SENT HIS ASS TO THE BLACK PIT!

THE OUTFITS IN THE PREVIEW ARE BRILLIANT AND I LOVE THEM!!!

ARTHUR SHOWING UP AT THE LAST SECOND IS BRILLIANT!

I'm SO EXCITED FOR THE LAST EPISODE!!! :D

[lambotel]

I remember people were giving you shit for saying not to vote for Kamala. And now they're telling everyone too not to vote for Kamala 😭.

yeah that shit was crazy and i deleted the post because i thought i was going to get called out or cancelled 🗿. i said what i said and still mean it although i do understand what others were saying, i appreciate that they explained it politely too. but telling me that just bc im not american i cant have an opinion on american politics is so weird, bc if my opinion was good then it WOULD matter to you? lmao, thats so odd. anyway. she's a zionist racist homophobic transphobic whore; i will never understand why y'all fought to the sunset and back with me. i will never understand why it was wrong of me (all bc im not american) to say dont vote for her, why it was wrong for me to have an opinion on another country while the president youre voting for IS LITERALLY INVOVLED IN MASS KILLINGS OF AKMOST ALL MIDDLE EASTERN COUNTRIES. please make it make sense oh my god??. glad i can let out my frustration. i knew i was fucking right with my opinion but im glad others agree and see what i mean too. i think the sad part is that, both trump and kamala are fucking terrible people but one of them are definitely going to be president - all the promises they told y'all are just lies (every politician ever), and theyre only making your country fall. saying that you want to vote for someone who is doing good for your country is contradicting and stupid if you think about it because no politician or oresident has genuinely done something good for america that has lasted or been abided to, every politician has their ass in the middle east they do not give a flying fuck about their own people. i get y'all don't want to vote zionists but you want to consider kamala harris because she "has some good opinions" but please do your research. it is free to educate yourselves on these matters, THAT is your privilege. and don't get me started on trump, trump is a terrible piece of shit who shouldn't even be in this field of work let alone run for presidency. all these things he's wanting to start abd give out is fucking weird and disgusting and end of the world type of shit y'all need to be fucking careful. can't rlly tell someone what to do or who to vote but you can educate them and whatnot. this is all just my opinion on it and i dont want to hear no "europeans should stop giving their opinions on our politics" type of bullshit as if america isn't involved in EVERY COUNTRY but THEIR OWN. and just because our opinion is something you don't want to here, doesn't mean it isn't valid. im sure theres a lot i haven't said that are important to mention but i have wrote too much here and rn lol,, everyone's got their own thoughts and own perspectives but this is mine. america was never great and it will never be great. im going to shut up now.

[skips-is-asleep]

Pervailing Relationship Issues in Solkat

To clarify, what i mean by pervailing issues is what issues do i think sollux and karkat would consistly struggle with as a long term couple in adulthood, roadblocks they run into over and over. Really, it's more the rules I keep in mind when writing solkat

Im getting back to the roots of this account; jabbering about headcanons and my partner and my roommate have already heard me talk about this and im not done

The pink text is a very long tanget I went on to try and rationalize a point to make it easier to skip, and the purple text is clarifying a part of my tanget for people who are sticklers for details

BTW this is basically me analyzing my own fics about solkat (still based on canon) you can see the way i attempt to execute this through my longest running fic Space Solkat but also just how i view the pair in a general sense

TL;DR they both suck at communication and at different levels of emotional maturity

And im not gonna be mentioning self esteem issue bc first of all thats par for the course and also not really interesting for me to talk about tbh, i really wanted to talk about shit that i find meatier and more specific to them as people.

Ive been toying pretty regularly with the idea that i think Sollux doesn't view his own emotions as actual emotions, i think any time he feels a certain way, he views it as cold hard fact. Whereas when Karkat feels something, its almost always irrational and never rooted in reality.

Normally, this is fine, but Sollux also tends to view things in the short term, and just go with whatever happens, positive or negative (i interpret this from the way he just sort of Goes With Aradia asking him to recover/play the game and then goes along with playing even though he didn't really want to and even if he's contributing as little as possible. ((Although yeah there's no way he'd have known the game ended the world and that's also why he did what aradia told him to, he had no reason not to trust her word)) but he frequently makes decisions on the fly based off nothing and will just stick by them; see not talking to humans because he *thinks* they're stupid and pointless, and he's wrong in the grand scheme, the humans have massive impacts on their lives and the game, and after he's blind and meets John, he still doesn't want anything to do with them. He also chooses to leave the meteor after seeing an alive Aradia without talking or mulling the decision over at all. He just decides to leave and doesn't take into consideration how this would effect his relationship with Karkat, Terezi or Kanaya, even though Karkat begs him to stay. I think to someone else, having one of your closest friends show that kind of emotion at you leaving would make you hesitate on jumping ship, but he seemingly doesnt). Karkat sees things in the long term understanding cause and effect and gravity of situations and decisions, and they often fight about this. Karkat will try and show Sollux things that are actually objective, but because Sollux views Karkat as an unreliable narrator, he rarely listens, even when Karkat is actually right about something.

The thing is though, that Sollux will view Karkat's emotion as irrational, but at the same time does put some stock into them. Often times he "cant deal" with karkat when he's emotional, not because he cant handle emotion in general, but because he knows he'll be swayed by whatever Karkat is feeling and views this as corruption of his "facts." While he typically comes out of most topics with the correct opinion on things (see: not-bigoted) he still has the flaw of comparing emotional with unintelligent.

Sometimes its subliminal though, he'll be influenced by Karkat's emotion without realizing it and this only happens really when they *arent* fighting. Basically, if Karkat is trying to convince Sollux, he won't listen, but if Sollux is just listening to Karkat vent about something into the void, he takes note of that and it will subtly color his opinions about things.

He DOES view Karkat as intelligent though, so i think he'd be really frustrated by how little Karkat composes himself in times of stress, he's upset by Karkat's inability to be measured.

Even still, it's not any secret that sometimes Karkat will let his emotions get the better of him, sometimes his decisions are clouded by passion, but he almost always stands by decision even if he wasnt thinking clearly when he made them. Partially because you have to own up to what you say/do even if there is a situation in which you wouldnt do them, but also i think theres a tiny bit of stubbornness and pride in not wanting to admit to Sollux that he was right, he did let lose himself and his rationality.

Overall, I think a majority of the time, Karkat will cave to Sollux's emotions more often then vis versa, but when Karkat is right he's very obnoxious about it. This adds further pressure to Sollux not wanting to admit when the other is right/listen to what he has to say because he's going to lord it over him for the next week and Sollux is also stubborn and prideful albeit much quieter about it then Karkat is.

Their stubbornness and mutual pride also gets in the way of healthy communication though, especially with Sollux. Often times, he's too prideful to admit he needs help, admit he needs support and will drown in stress until he's about to crumble and *then* ask Karkat for help. This can easily be read as a lack of trust, and Karkat will often feel like he's doing everything he can, but the root of the issue is Sollux not communicating effectively about his needs.

Karkat is not innocent in this regard though, if something is bothering him a lot, but he recognizes it as a small thing, his long term thinking gets the better of him. "The tone he used with me when he woke up grouchy is not going to impact our relationship as a whole, I don't need to have a Talk with him about it." But it proceeds to bother him all day, the next day and the next until he's convinced that the relationship is falling apart and they need to sort everything out now.

I think that's everything I might add more but it'll be in reblogs

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#5

that stupid fuckign red piece of silk is gonna make its way to stede i swear to god. the logic in this show doesnt make sense we know it doesnt. its possible. ed just threw it out into the wind. stedes gonna fish it out of the ocean with his oar and Know that he needs to get back because something is wrong. he's gonna dry it out and press it and do tiny little needlework repairs on it and fold it neatly back into a pocket square for ed, taking care of his washed up, thrown away little heart and making it whole again. not because ed asked him to but because he wants to. and ed's gonna see that people care about him, even after everything he's done. and it's gonna be okay again.

12,649 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#4

tracy chapman really unlocked something with fast car. you cant listen to fast car without Feeling. every person who has ever and will ever listen to fast car has felt the same feeling as every other person who has or will listen to it. fast car is an experience. it should be listed in the dsm5. felt too much while listening to fast car.

17,457 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#3

its actually kind of funny to think about the fact that stede didnt know he was gay. because bestie ur whole crew is. im like 98% sure lucius has tried to suck stede's dick at least once. everyone's limp wristing all over the place. you're flying pride flags baby. queer people flock to each other. who else is "uncomfortable in a married state" and leaves their rich wife and kids to be a pirate. literally only gay people. what did you THINK you were doing stede.

26,976 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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38,078 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

love the way david jenkins refuses to apologize for shit just not making sense. how do they get places so quickly? doesnt matter. why is ed wearing full leather wouldnt he be sweating like hell? oh yeah it'd be awful to be a pirate in that, but it's hot, next question. he does not hesitate to just be like. eh who gives a shit. they're in love, who cares about how the boat got there. it's all fake anyway. here watch taika and rhys kiss.

51,946 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

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[thenixkat]

getting charged with treason b/c you tried to help an alien who's language you literally cant understand

Booster said he's not going to jail if he can help it

pouting pooper

I like when Skeets tries to be threatening. Like sir, you are a flying football.

people keep being sexist at Booster Gold's secretary.

Dirk, Booster's dick agent doesnt think Skeets counts as a sidekick and wants STAR labs to make a supersuit to put a sexy lady in

also apparently the party has been shrunken to teeny alien size via magic. And the small alien wanted help from superman for overthrowing the tyrant that rules over his planet

Booster: Ok, let's go overthrow this tyrant Skeets: Um, let's get more info first Superman: Woah, slow down, we can't just overthrow a tyrant politics are complicated

Booster Gold: We have power we should help the oppressed Superman & Skeets: We have power so we shouldn't interfere

this is why superheroes are agents of the status quo

Dirk Davis got a threatening phone call

Booster is bitter about being told not to help the oppressed

Superman really physically restraining Booster Gold from attacking a tyrant who just said they're gonna kill the freedom fighter as soon as they're gone

I can understand Booster having beef with Superman over this

Booster and Fern the child dont trust in the idea of negotiating with a murderous tyrant

and now Booster and Superman are fighting. Well Booster's fighting, Superman is pretending to 'let the kid burn off some steam and cool off'

i'm disappointed in Skeets' politics

oh yeah only heard one side of the story and the tyrant who was ready to murder you for barely associating with a freedom fighter who you didnt understand the language of at the time and only decided not to after knocking you out, imprisoning you, and mind probing you without consent or forwarning and deciding that you were too stupid to be a threat

clearly more info is needed to make a choice ah yes being passionate about helping people is a flaw as is trying to make money while superheroing

i'm gonna be pissed if SUperman and Skeets are right. B/c the one time a superhero story decides to go against the usual tropes its to tell people to calm down about helping the oppressed

ugh

"you cant dictate their lives for them" why the fuck do you fight crime for superman?!

oh course Booster has to start seeing the light of 'we can't just be helping people' Skeets you narc ass little golden bitch

in the average superhero story, the average fantasy story, that twist of the freedom fighter being a legitimate heir to the throne would have made helping him right and just. But not in this story in this story we gotta have readers learn that they can't just be fucking helping people and people with power have to listen to all sides b/c the fuckers claiming to be oppressed might be lying

of course why did they need to make the not-tyrant come off so homicidal, rude, and unwilling to listen to people telling their side then if he's not actually fucking evil ugh

in which Booster has to get scolded by someone he looked up to that he's heroing for the wrong reasons, can't go around judging a book by their villainous cover, and can't just go around helping people who ask for help just because he has the power to help them and let's not forget that Superman was initially and still on some hater shit with Booster, b/c Booster's really popular right now

Why did Booster lie and say he's 5 lbs lighter than he is? Yeah, Superman just does not like Booster

that's rude ass hell asking if Booster is 'supposed' to have come back in time

again Superman straight up just doesn't like Booster Gold and that is most certainly coloring his opinion of him along with their very different values and the fact that he knows Booster is a criminal

just i did not like this story

that explicitly, wanting to help people who ask for help is childish and hotheaded and that calmly listening to both desperate people and the people that locked them in a prison to get 'both sides' is the mature adult and heroic thing to do

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Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 14 p.2 “You..Hide from me the Truth..Now their blood..stains my very Soul.”

Grey scale and the absence of logic in all that is true to me now. Cant feel anything. Adrenaline is all that is keeping me awake..very moment I got piercing blades stabbing into my flesh with each passing second getting deeper..and it actually..hurts. They know what they are doing and I'm at a strict disadvantage, No Chains, No Swords, No Help..except for my own rage, my undying desire to rip that stupid son of a bitches face and replace it with the shit they deserve..

A strained cough, blood dripping down his teeth, and his body weakened, Ma'ire collapsed onto the ground. His whole back and arms were blown to pieces so far that you could see his organs from behind his spinal chord, he would slightly chuckle as he rolled to his side letting Hèr'La and Kÿr free promptly going unconscious. Hèr'La paused as she passed her hands across Ma'ire's chest only to see how deep the arrow wounds stabbed right through him- one had gone so far it stabbed through his chest cleanly and when she felt her cheek it cut her slightly. "M..mM-Ma'Ire..your go-gonna..be okay? Don't worry.. I-I have you..", her finger tips would start to glow a soft green as she pulsed her healing energy into the Animal who laid there lifeless post the hellfire. Kÿr would sniffle seeing the cuts in his shirt and jacket and clenched his fist looking at Hèr'La, grabbing a arrow he would examine it- passing his hands over it before snapping it in half. "They're poisoned.. when they enter your corpse they dissolve.. can tell by how easily this thing melts under warmer conditions in my hands..", he said tossing them aside and walking off a few feet to see where Hijìn was.

  Energy rippled over Ma'ire's body until all his wounds were gone and he looked like they had just met, she greatly sympathized with the animal life around her and seeing him lifeless on the ground after what he sacrificed for them just caused her to break down and cry more, resting her head on his chest still pulsing the energy into him even though it was pointless. Kÿr scuttled by all the arrows still on everything around them avoiding the poison dripping outside of each shot till he made it to the river bank where he last saw Hijìn, just when he saw the result the cat would grow defensive instantly; At the site Hijìn was being strangled while being stuck to the tree he was shot into by the figure who did all of this, they were a around two feet shorter than Hijìn, whiteish gray like long hair, darkened hide coat wearing, black torn looking jeans, and most noticeably a Jet black Gas Mask.

  Blurting out a heavy cough, Hijìn splattered his blood all over the others Gas Mask who did nothing but stare at him coldly with no visible eyes behind its glass screens. The figure took some of the blood and passed it along their breathing hole of their gas mask in some sick flirtatious mannerism. Hijìn wheezed from lack of breath trying to get his way out as the arrows would start glowing a bright white and disappear, only that the figure was still holding him in the air with one hand- "FUCK YOU BITCH LET HIM GO!", exclaimed Kÿr who extended his arms out and shot a full magazine of pistol shots into the figures body not missing a single shot. The figure would stagger back from the force of each shot just never waver, keeping the human in their grasp and in the air- the bullets slowly coming out of their body and dropping into the ground beneath their feet. Kÿr saw this and snarled as he made the pistol disappear only to extend his hand and form a larger weapon aiming it at the figure who seemingly stared at the Feline with no interest. "You let him go! He's done nothing wrong- he's just a kid! He's younger than me! Like hell dude-.." the cat exclaimed aiming at the figures head.

Out of the brush near them a small metallic prism would fly by and shoot a small blast of electricity at Kÿr's hand causing him to jolt and drop the weapon, before he could even react to the small drone-like objects the Figure appeared in front of him almost as if it teleported roundhouse kicking Kÿr into a tree stump. The cat yelled out as it hit the wall trying to catch his breath the figure would stomp down on his chest with it's dark leather boots, Kÿr would slowly push the boot off his chest with his strength only to look at the figure and smile. The figure leaned its head to the side in confusion- out from behind with a small black tentacle extending out from his left eye, Hijìn would appear and full force punch the figure down into the now dry river bank causing them to rag doll onto the ground. The figure grunted under its mask from the force of the blow, but before it went off it stabbed Hijìn's arm with a rope tied arrow and yanked him off with them- the figure bounced off the ground and skid on its heels tearing the ground beneath its feet while swinging Hijìn around on the rope slamming him against all the surrounding trees.

Snapping of trees like twigs and red leaves flying everywhere Hijìn slammed headfirst into a boulder, the figure watched and stayed still not making a sound believing they had crushed the human just to speak too soon and the rope they held was yanked and the boulder was forcibly lifted and thrown directly at them. The Figure materialized a glowing white energy and jade bow from thin air and sliced the boulder with one shot shooting the human and dragging him to them with some strange energy attack. Hijìn grabbed onto a large branch on the ground trying to hold on but it was too late- the figure kicked him in the face and he reciprocated by swinging his whole body around and baseball bat swinging the branch into their face knocking them back along with the two boulder pieces. Hijìn rolled on the ground and snarled out beating his chest like a rampant ape getting more and more out of this- this fight felt easy in his mind as they couldn't even take a hit from him without getting smashed into a pull, only that the figure stood back up and disappeared again from thin air.

Kÿr ran out and to the human calling out to him, "Hey! Ya big Idiot it's me! Ya friend Kÿr!", Hijìn turned around to see his friend and he muttered something under his breath. Kÿr was midway to his friend then out nowhere a large fist made of rock, sediment, trees, and other plant life came out of the ground and punched the human into the tree line- the figure giving hot pursuit darting behind the human wanting to finish this quickly. "Shit! Damn it Damn it damn it! If only I could run as fast-" Kÿr said as he tried to catch up to the others as best he could with his two little stump legs. However, on Hijìn's end, he was flying off hitting everything in his path before slamming against a plateau, looking ahead he swerved his head to the right as the Figure kicked into the plateau causing it to crumble beneath the force. Hijìn grabbed onto the leg and they spun around and shot him in the face with another arrow- he jerked his face to the side and bit the arrow spitting it out to the side and throwing the figure to a fragment of the plateau crumbling all around them. They would jump off the piece and tackle the human sending him to the remainder of the several hundred mile tall plateau which fell ontop of them, Hijìn being blind in these conditions would be abused by the other who jerked all around stabbing and slicing at his skin and face not letting this chance go to kill him.

  With a loud booming roar which made the rock turn to dust he punched the ground with all his strength causing a massive explosion of rubble and dust giving him a chance to escape. He bolted out into open air just for the figure to be in front of him, the cold clouded from vapor glass of the Gas Mask staring down into his soul before a muffled and raspy voice would come from the mouth piece. "Saw this..knew it'd happen- your just too immature to try anything else..", Hijìn jerked back and two vines came from the ground and wrapped around his torso spinning him around and slamming him against everything around him. Hijìn yelled out in pain as saliva and spit shot out of his mouth from each beating he received, the Figure standing in watch seemingly enjoying the view it was receiving- a few bullets whizzed past them as they dodged each and every single one of them. Kÿr managed to make it and with a button press he launched two small bombs from under his jacket sleeve at the figure causing a massive explosion which vaporized a large section of the forest.

The figure was caught in the blast and skid back onto scorched ground looking ahead, with damaged clothes and endurance starting to run out they stood up in defense thinking the human would've died from such a blast just to be again proven wrong. From the flame Hijìn and Kÿr would step out,  one step at a time they walked forth as trees crumbled into ash and all life around them died- the Figure watched this display and grew disgusted under their own skin saying to themself, "This is what Mother fate had showed me.. two endless killers who'd bring us all to die.. all those lives..all those people..our death, from their selfishness..", The two disappearing and reappearing to punch down on the figure at the same time from two sides. The Figure scoffed taking a deep raspy breath before disappearing and reappearing kicking the Cat off and sending Hijin into the canopy, Kÿr would quickly run out of the brush and into the canopy after the human forming many guns around his body as he scaled up. Hijìn slammed against a burnt trees trunk and charged forward only to get slammed back into the tree trunk by a flying gigantic tree coming at him out of nowhere- he punched it off him and ran forward at the Figure while bullets flew past him as Kÿr shot at them. Vines shot from the ground and plant life around them grabbing at them with Kÿr dodging and sending full clips of ammo into each one that tired before chucking two large chains at Hijìn pulling him back from a whole barrage of those jade arrows.

  "Use these! O-okay?! Let's kill this son of a bitch-.." Kÿr snarled as he wiped his lip of blood letting Hijìn go and giving him the chains. The Figure extended their arm out midair and fired out countless barrages of arrows, sent waves of random trees and other plant life at them, and large formations made of random crap to hit them. Hijìn latched onto the side of a tree with one chain wrapped around his arm and swung to try and kick the Figure only to miss as they dodged, Kÿr on the other hand swerved right getting hit by a tree and getting crushed under a fist made of sediment as he vomited out a large amount of blood onto the ground wheezing from the impact just to growl in frustration. He ran on again just for the fists of rock and plant life to come at him and his first instinct was to punch it with all his strength, it crumbled under the force soon exploding from the charges Kÿr latched onto it the instant their fists collided, turning around and dodging a tentacle which tried to slice him in half with a bladed edge.

  With a hearty but worn smirk, Kÿr would point with his thumb at his tail and say, "You a little bitch if you think that'd work", his bladed tail swayed left and right as it was covered in a blue blood from slicing the tentacle apart faster than the eye could see. The tentacle stayed down and writhed as it died, the cat charging ahead as he thrusted his arms ahead and created two rockets firing them at the Figure who was busy throwing hands with the human. The figure saw this and spun Hijìn to take them head on but he wasn't having it this time, promptly grabbing the figure by the hair and yanking at it turning to grab both their legs, the rockets close by Hijìn turned midair and spun the figure slamming them head on with the incoming rockets. The explosion sending him flying back through the foliage as his worn down broken body tumbled on the ground till it stopped on a halt, Kÿr clenched his fist and smirked in confidence until out of nowhere again the Figure came out of nowhere kicking him square in the face straight into another tree. The figure had its arms and part of its torso blown off yet it was still standing, with a strained breath the figure somehow regenerated their whole body and clothing till it was perfect and with a glint in the Gas Masks eye they would charge and stomp down on the cat forcibly, going so far as to stomp on the cats head with full force who all Kÿr could do is try to block as much of it as possibly yelling in pain.

  Hijìn's eyes shot open as he heard his friends screams, it wasn't even a second thought for him he sprung into action again after somehow healing in this primal state and shoot himself back up. Climbing back up with his bare hands and chains the human would see the sight and grow even more furious than before, The Figure stomped on Kÿr's face and rubbed its boots heels in some sort of sick pleasure seeing the cat basically defeated from the abuse, but it was too late for them as Hijìn came from below and tackled the Figure into the ground. Falling down together the two would exchange blows with one another- Hijìn sucker punched them in the cheek for a second just as they kicked him off, latching his chains on their body he pulled himself back down kneeing them in the gut while punching with his other free hand into their face. The two tumbled on the ground but the other could react as Hijìn came in with protective anger over Kÿr, the figure tried to protect itself by blocking yet Hijìn wrapped his knuckles with the large heavy chains coated in his own blood and started beating down on the other with each punch getting stronger and stronger.

  The Figure tried to stab him to get him off but a black and red tentacle came from Hijìn spine and locked their neck and arms to the ground strangling them as all they could see through the Gas Masks lens was the brutal animal with red aura pulsing all over his body maul them. Hijìn would straight up punch through the gas mask causing it to crack more and more until it noticeably broke off, beneath the gas mask was a female face- they had clear eyes almost if blind, light green skin, dark colored lips, and small fangs as incisors, two strange cheek holes which revealed their teeth from inside their mouth, and who only had a fear of death on their face. This didn't even stop the Human for one second as he started to brutally beat the shit out of the strange woman, breaking chunks of her face with each punch as all she could do is scream out in agony. "H-how Fucking DARE YOU!!!!!! Touch KŸR'U!!!", Yelled out Hijìn as he layed waste to the strange woman's body who could only lay there not even moving any longer, her body jittering from each force full punch with the sound of bone cracking, and Hijìn's face and body covered head to toe in her own blood with a enraged look on his face.

  From a trail of the fight Hèr'La would run over and find the scene of the fight, "Hijìn?! Kÿr?! Where are y-.." she froze, she trembled from the sheer sight as her lip quivered unsure of what even to do. Hijìn slowly turned his face towards Hèr'La and would be breathing heavily finally stopping the beating he layed waste upon the strange woman. Hèr'La could barely make it out but as she turned slightly she could notice the woman's caved in destroyed face of only a mush of flesh and chunks of bone look at her with it's only remaining eye and move it's hand towards Hèr'La trembling violently as the vines held her down. "V!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD HOW DARE YOU KILL MY SISTER!!!!!!!", yelled out Hèr'La in despair as she caused the whole forest floor in a thousand square kilometers to erupt into a blue flame, she shot forward and punched Hijìn so hard it broke his jaw off his face launching him off into the distance. The final sight behind the fading away flame was Hèr'La on her knees holding the woman nicknamed V on her lap closely as she wailed out in despair and sadness for what had happened to her only true family. The weak body of the strange woman holding onto Hèr'La's arm as tight as it could as blood poured all over Hèr'La's chest and lap as she looked down to her sister, the sister would barely mutter out, "D..ddd-death.. l-lll..looms..o-over..us..all..", barely able to mutter a statement as her face could barely even start to recover from the beating. Hèr'La clenching her sisters hands tightly as she hugged her screaming out with golden tears rolling down her light blue skin dripping onto her sisters mutilated face.

Forgone..I've made a grave mistake..I've meddled too much I-

From the endless expanses of the now destroyed forest a loud echoing rumble of the planet would boom across the world letting everyone know of a crucial message of agony. From beneath the planets crust a pair of eyes would slowly open growing open to more hatred than anything ever felt before, feeling of agony reciprocated it wouldn't be too long until it arises and settled its place among the stars again.. Forgone.. you've made a fatal flaw in the changes of Fate herself..now suffer for it~

M̷̡̰̳̹͍͓͎̞̫͈̂̉͑ẹ̵͂d̸̹͇̦͉̗͎͇̮̹̮͑̍̈́̎͠͝d̶̗̘̞̻̗̱͕͚͋̈́̅̔͘l̸̨̡̳͕̥͙̼͈̳͐̿̽̄͝͝͝ę̵̿͗̕͝d̴̹͋̀ ̵̖̿̄̀͒̓͗̌i̷̫̹̫̺̗̫̫̠̊n̵̠̯̥̤͕̳̎̋̀̂̇ ̴̨̢̟̖̙͙͙̀̒͐̄͑y̵͓͕͗̀̈̈͛̓͌̇̀̕ͅͅǫ̵̡̨̗̞̩̘̔͘̚u̸̗͚͒͆̉r̶̛̭̩̖͈͑̄̽͒͑ ̸̮̈́͊͛̍̍̚ȯ̷̪̯̽̍ẅ̶̢̧͙̠̣͈̦̳͚̜́̆͘͝n̸͔̊̀̒͆͊͑͆ͅ ̶̛̊͛̇́͜s̴̨̢̛͕͓̺͆͌̔̾̀͒͂̕i̵͍̻͈̫͓̤̣͐̅̈͒̉̆͆͠n̷̻͓͒̃̀̑̅̋̔̍̽̈ ̷̦̺̳̻̮̈́y̷̞̲̞̐͗̈́ͅ��o̴͉͛͆̈͒̃ȗ̶̯͐̆̿̍̑͑̎͠ ̶̛̫͔̦̹̬͓̃͐̋̂͆̓͌͐͌ç̴̧̗̬͎̪͍̜̺̓̂͊̍̅̽̌͛͘͠h̵̨̛̖̲̭̟̙͈̮͓̰̏͒̄̽̀͌a̸̡̹̫̜̥̩̯͎͐͊̈́̃͘͘̚n̶̛̬̪̪̬̈̋̀̌̀̚g̶̭͙̗̗͎̘̀̋̒͗̓̾̌̂̑̎ͅȅ̴͕̪̯̤̱͋̂̍̎̊ď̸̨̯̩̥̔̌̽̂̓̀̃͆͝ ̷͍̰̜͕̯̒̀̀į̷̋̍͆t̷̢̨̬͓̠͋ŝ̶̜̠͒ ̷̻̭̭̪̥̙̒̆̽͐̇̀̕ͅc̴̖͈̺͕̦̽̓̐̚ą̷̢̳̪̥͕̃͌͝u̵̢̧̫̞̝͎͉͍̇̚ś̶̺͚͘͝e̵̹͉̓͌͊̐.̷͕͖̩͍̤̱̜̈́͑̕.̵͕̗̗̗͇̈́̓͒̓̓͐̈́̾͝I̷̭͇͎̥̠͈̼͕͋͒̇̆̎̊͒ ̴̛̼̦̦̣̀͐̾s̷̨̲͓͚̳̔͊̊̇͒̈́̑̅͜͝e̵͉̖̝̎̓̃́̔͗̆̈́͜͝e̸̬̱͂̈͆͊̀͆͌͂̕ ̸̛̗̩͌̇̾̕͝ÿ̷̡͍̮̹̰̪̝́̏̏̊͑͝o̴̗̾̀͝ų̸̱̩̙̝̖̝̗̩̩̈̔̑̋̅̆̚͠͠.̸̛̜͉̠͚̫͖͈̊͛̍.̷̨̛͔͈͐͛̈̽̍̀̈́̓̄l̵͈̭͕̼̝̟̄͆̏ĩ̸͍͓͙̆̋̀̓̿͑̌̚t̸̨̗̝̭̝̰̞̉͐̂̏̎̓̈̆͜͝t̷̡̛͔̘̖͔͕̥̟̟͝ͅl̴̝̳͖̏̅̏̍̋͛̐̕e̵̛̹̮̫̼̗̻̹̲̾͛̒͂̅̃̽͝͝ ̴͕̟̜̺̙̙͙͈͊͛͐̕ợ̸̦͓̲̜͉͓̅́̈́ň̵̙͉͖̬̘̤̠͎͛̏̇é̵̢̩̣͖̂͒͝,̶̧̠̞̲̠͓̼͂͂̀̀̚ͅ ̵̢̘̥̟͕͑̎̈́́̎͋͝f̶̲̤͇̣̼̻̖͂̇̇̇͂͌̽̕o̸̫͓̲̟̹̝̦̘͎͌͗ͅr̶̨̻̐̿̐͌͑ ̴̢̜̫̬̰̝͇̮̍̈̂̇͝ͅy̷̧̜̙̞͆ŏ̶̜̰̦̑̅͗͒̂̏u̶̦̦̼͉͉̠̤̘̔̐̈́̽͌̒͘͘͝r̴̠̳̤̽̓̍̋ ̸̧͕̭͖͇̺̹̓̇́͋̔̈͆͝͝ḩ̴̨͕̜͈̄e̴͉͓͓͜͝a̷̬̰̺̮̦̤̜̩͝r̴͉̂́̏̍̈́̀͝t̵̛̳͖̮͕̦̑͑̔͛̄̉͝ ̸̨̙̱̭͈͚̫͜͠ͅś̶̢̖͉̼̺̊̽͌̈̌̕͠͝h̶̯̼̠̦͗å̷͍͎͖̈́̊̆̂͜l̷̬̾̎̈̔͋͘ͅ��̰͚l̴͖̲̘͚̈́͐͝ ̸̡̱̪̳̱̥͙͔̗̳͛͐̂͑̏č̸̢̨̼̭̖͔͈͈͌̓̀̄́ḫ̶̹̘̙̏̂a̸̛̟̭̱̰̘͖̬͕̲͋͆̌͛̆n̴͙̭̖̍̎̐̚͝g̶͔͑ͅȩ̵̥̜͚̄̊̂͂̇̈́̂̕̚̚ͅ ̴̧̮̻̮̈̒̿̔͐ţ̸̥̲̈́̋̍̑̿͘ẖ̷̯̗̈́̇ể̸̜̜̹͚̍̀͋̈́͠ ̵͔̗̳̤̙͕̝̈́͒͌͂̓̍͜v̴̨͂͑͊͝è̵̼̬͚̜̲̣̼͓̑̽̒r̸̼͓͖̞͕͖͝ÿ̷̡̮͙͔̝̠͉̱͔́͊̋̚͘ ̴̣̗̞̑̾ć̸̙͛̈́ó̶̯̲̳͇̙͌́͒̐̈̔̚͜u̴̩̜̼̜̥̯̬̼̯̅͊̅̅̏͜ŗ̵͕͍̻̱̎̒s̷̲̰̲̎̅̌͛̆̊̚͝ḛ̷̰͉̫̱͕̠̊̿͐̌͑͆̏̈́̕͘͜ ̷̛̞̼̘̣̻̣̖̭͛͐̾́́͝͝o̶̻̾ͅͅf̸̣̠̪͙̜̪̝̯̓̄̆̀͂̄̅ ̵͉̖̎̑̔̚h̶̨̨̧̘͈̻̮͕͉͂̓ḭ̴͉̲̜̤͔̳̝͉͎̅̽s̶̛̠̬̽́͗̓̽͠ţ̴̧̼͚̜͖̼͓̩̀́̏̕o̴̪̱͂̍̊̊̎̄͗r̵̹̦̝̯̤͇̩͙̲̲͆͋́̀͋y̸͈͕͂̊̐̑̿͑͜.̷̣̬̌̔̕͘.̴̡̧̜̠͚͙̲̳̍͐͊͜f̴̧͚̳̤̺̯̠̆̍̅̓̓̓à̴̧̠̦̜̙̥̙̗̀̑͆̈̓͊͘͝r̸͓̮̝͆̐̒ ̸̡̖̺̼͇͎̞̰̌̓̆̊ỏ̸̢̡̩̮͙͉̙̮͛f̵̫͋͐͗͒͒̏͠͠͠f̴̳̱̦̫͙͑́̓͑̒́ ̷̢̛̻̼̙̝̟̬̹̈́́̎̇̆̈̾̚͠f̶̧̢̛̫̝̮̘̠͚̪̟́͌̈̓̕r̵̡̡̨̧͙͍̝͇͎̺̓͂o̴̡͔͉̠̭̪͉̒͐̈̀͑̚m̷̤̗͌́̈ͅ ̴͕̝͑̈́͑͑͐̌͝͝͝t̸̨̧̠̪̗̞͗̃̃̓̔͛̍̊h̸̢̛̘̹̤̱͆̅̏̍͋̑̾͊͝e̸̻͑̄̑̌̏̂͠ͅ ̶̨̯͔͋̃̀̆͋́̑͛̒ͅp̶̙̱̱̰̙̭͆̔̋̍̎̿̕͠ͅả̶͚͔̩̥͔̼̗̀̅̄́̓͐͌̉͠ţ̶̧͖͔̺̼̞̭̈́̔̈́͋̓̋̾̽̇͘ḧ̶̫͉̬͓͚̟̜́̇ ̶̢͕̻̬͉̠̳͔̜͍̇͂̅͝I̵̭̜͚̍͒́̍̓̈́̂̒͝ ̶̨̧̝̖̱̻̀̾̈́̈̐̒̀͝͠h̴͑͐̋͑͊́̒̚͠ͅă̵̧̘͖͖̦̙͚̖v̴̡̠͚͇̲̳̘̼̏́͐͗̊͝ẻ̴̛̙̳́ ̶̨̟̙͘s̶̎̈̐ͅḛ̷͖̲͓̲̰̬̜̩̈́̊̈̊͜t̶͉͎͍̍̓̕ ̴̢̢̧͈̭̞̝̀f̶̡̲̪̻͉̗̬̻̆̊̋̚ͅo̵̬̐̊̑̊̚͝r̶̢̡̼̲̻͖͈͎͔̒̍̓̅̋́͒̐ ̶̖͉͔͌͝y̸̨̢̛̠͙̘̞͚̩̥̱̽̑͗̑̿ǫ̴̹͖̞͒u̶̞͓̜͖̍͋̆͒̀͂̏.̷̳̥͔̌̂ ̶̳͔̜̯̥̲̲̹͕̓̎̐͑́͘͝͠Ṇ̴̲̗̽̈̐͌̒̎̋̕ȯ̷̰͊̈́̍̈́̅̕͠w̸̩͍̰͛̉͒̈́ ̷̰͖̻̭̮͉̔́͐̃̅̽̅̓ͅR̸̛̯̹͙͔͙̞̦̿͛͑ͅę̷̠͑̅̅̓̑̀̐͐̚å̴̩̪̽p̸̬͕̾̓͑͗̽͘͝ ̴̨̼͙̤͍̤͉̯̘͑ẁ̷̲̰̜͑́́̌͒͂̾͝h̴̰̣̀́̋ͅa̶̪̲̤̘̠͈̙̞̹̖̾̐͛̍̀̿̎ẗ̷̮̦̠͙̓́̄̾͆͘ͅ ̵̡̧̱͇̼͈̝̮̘̭̑̅́̀͑I̶̯͔̘̋͂̿’̷̫̇͑v̴̡̞̘̥̥͇̠͂̿͆̒́̈̃̈́̕͘e̷̯̼̰̠̜̜̻͈͔̔ ̸̛̙͉̻̜̗͇̬̭͆͊̀̓͜͜͠ḑ̶̢̝̣̫̦̖̹́̔̋̔̔̓̐ͅó̷̟͙͛̊͋n̶̬͚͈͙̳͔̬̞͉͒̃͘e̴͙͎̲̾̓̆̌̈́.̷̡̨͈̼̰͇̠̰̦̻̿͂̈.̵̠̭̙͒̀̏̃̎̋m̸̨̧̟͚̖̱̯̬̱̭͊͑͗̈́́ê̴̡̪̞̣̤͕̦͕̓̓̆́̄̈̕͜͝r̸̨͕͈̘͖̼̔̀͊̍̓̈́̚͜ẻ̶͍̞̯̭͖l̵̢͈̇̀̈́̀̀̌y̷̡̓̀̚ ̷̨̣̣̟̯̀̈́̓̈́̊̕t̴͉͘͠ͅh̵̲͖͖̯̩̺̅́̆͛̂͠͝ͅȩ̵̧̘̞̝̰̹͕̠̦̅̕ ̶̨͇̯̜̻̲̖̑̊͘͘ͅg̵̨̛̝̭͙̺̜͓͈͍̎̄͌̃͌̍͝ļ̷̢̛̰̙͇͇̪̣͖͇͂́̓͒̂͋̔̈́̎i̵̢͍͈̫̺̒̍́̚͜ḿ̷͕̥̩̬͈̜̅̚p̵͎̝̝̟̦̤̓͒̃̀͛̇͘͝ͅs̸̨̙̟̟̿è̸̡̡̨͓͉͎͈͈̳̈͋̔͝ ̴̳̳̳͇̩̟̘̩̗̅̌̏͝ͅo̸̤̩̖̜͕͋͒̔͛̏̿̇̀́̉f̵̫̘̗͔̰̲̠̂̑͒̋̂͗͛̍͂ ̸͇̘̤̦̕w̷̛͚̳̣̑̏͑̈́̏͋̆̕͠h̷͇͛̋̋̊̆͛a̴͚͈͓͈̮̍̋͗͆̐̔͠ţ̶̞̭͇̅̅̐̇͘’̸̟̙̘̎͑̌̍͆̋š̵̫̝̣̭͍̈́̃̉̓͑ ̸̧̛̳͓̯͉̭͒̒́̓̌t̶̡͇̰̭̩̙̝̾̋̉́̉͛̀̇̑o̵̟͈̥̣̤̤͒̌̈̄͝ ̷̣̱̥̼̻͖͘͝c̷͕̝̳͐̔̎̊̂̎̾̋ọ̶́̽̿̅͂̓͘m̴̬̭̻̹̻͚̒͋͜e̵̡̺̘̻̻͌̐́̄͗́͂̂͝.̴͚͚̺̲̤͈̌̊͌̉.̸͉̺͉͙̜̽̇̕̕N̴͇̪̮̳̖̯̣͎̰̖̔̆̂u̷͓͙͖͊̈͒͛͜l̸̢̧̰̱̥̪̺͗͑̆̔̉l̵̢̛̜̰͙͈̱̃̍̈̚ ̸̙͈̱̘͚͍̋̄̕T̶̛̩͓͔̰́̎͒̉̇̈́̐͘͝r̶̲̫͚͎̻̝̳̮̟̽̓̈́̑͐̈̾̑̆ú̸͎̰̜̯̟̻̆̈́t̴̹̀͗̎̌h̷̛̖̓̾̎̈́̄̋.̸̞̥̟̞͐̏̃̔̌̐̌

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i don't know what'd be funnier, if transmigrator xin mo could ONLY be heard by bingge or if other people could hear them talk too. either way, everyone around the two of them believes bingge has fully gone crazy

i can definitely imagine luo bingge cuddling with the god damn demon weapon. don't judge him! they're his emotional support sword!

but, it probably started right after xin mo comforted bingge. usually, xin mo would separate themself from him when that relentless man finally decides to take a break, to give bingge some space as he rests. which, is the only time they'll spare the half demon of their endless talking and bugging.

this time is different, however. bingge is undoubtedly upset and in a very vulnerable state right now, and even though xin mo is an annoying little shit (and a cursed sword), they're not heartless. but, what can they even do? they don't have hands, for heaven's sake. that half-assed attempt at patting bingge's head with their handle as he was sobbing his heart out probably made him feel worse. hey, they're trying, okay? there's only so much a talking demon sword can do.

so, instead of leaving luo bingge by himself, xin mo stays by his side. he doesn't say anything, but that's to be expected. the one and only, luo bingge had opened himself up to someone! and sword out of all things? that's something someone would use as their password, and it'd be effective at keeping their shit safe and unhackable! "binggepoursouthisfeelingstoatalkingswordanditawkwardlytriestocomforthim". absolutely wild.

they both kinda just lay there in silence. though, like always, xin mo absolutely cannot keep their nonexistent mouth shut.

"yo. uh, i'm just gonna.. chill here besides you, if that's cool. yeah. because, you know, you were really upset and i don't know if leaving you would be a good idea..?"

you know what? maybe xin mo should leave, wouldn't bingge want that? yes, yes he would. the immortal demon is much too proud of a person to deal with this.

"...actually, sorry, i know you don't really want me around right now, i'll leave and keep watch, okay? i'll just, float away through the air like how i usually do--"

xin mo expects bingge to grab onto their handle and yank him, far and away! never to be called for or seen again.

and they're correct! because luo bingge fucking clutches onto them, similar to when bingge first pulled them out of the dirt. haha, yep. their intuition finally seems to be correct for once! although, they wish that weren't the case in this particular situation right now.

xin mo's wish comes true when bingge pulls them down instead, clutching onto them with all of his might. dude, be careful! i might accidentally cut you!! luckily, they have their little sword sheathe (could it be considered clothes in this life?) on.

luo bingge only whispers two words.

"stay, please."

alright, how could they say no to him? the man was just crying. it's good to know that bingge feels comfortable enough to hug them. toxic masculinity is absolutely not welcomed here! at least, not right now, because luo bingge seems to be the literal embodiment of it at times. speaking of that, xin mo should probably encourage this type of behavior. they know enough about him to see that this dude needs that support and reassurance. they are absolutely not trying to go ahead and fix him, but that doesn't mean xin mo shouldn't try to help their pal(?)!

"..of course. yeah. don't.. don't be scared to ask for things like this. i got you dude." god, they sound so stupid right now. whatever, at least they're trying.

and that's probably how bingge started holding xin mo in his sleep! of course, it's not like bingge actually enjoys it. definitely not, he's just making sure xin mo is secure and doesn't fly away so that he can protect himself, if anything. yes.

transmigrator xin mo teases him a little about it, but cant bring themself to do it too much. don't wanna make luo bingge insecure now, do we? xin mo just wants to be a good friend to him.

also, considering that luo bingge is a pretty fuckin bad person and xin mo knows this, the whole xin mo wanting bingge to be around better people would be a pretty funny mindset kadhxjxk honestly, they'd probably more likely just be like, "duudeee you need better standards. didn't her ass just try to kill you?"

and, well, if you really wanna get technical, yes. yes it is. even if bingge one day finds a way to get transmigrator xin mo a body.

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[robobarbie]

FOR ANGST!! What if during an argument the LI accidentally say something very hurtful to the MC (maybe something they're insecure about? Something they've opened up about in the past), and the MC starts to cry, and leaves the house to cool down / be away from them for the moment.

Nightowl regrets it the moments he sees the tears well up in your eyes.

"Shit, I'm so fucking sorry--"

You bolt towards the front door and he runs after you. He grabs your arm but releases it immediately when he feels you shaking, his hands flying up in the air. His heart is pounding in his chest as you stand with your back to him, frozen.

"I... fuck, i am so fucking sorry..."

You open the door and run out to your car. He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes and curses at himself as you drive off. How could he forget about that? Such a fucking shitty excuse for a boyfriend.

He sends you a text begging you to come back, hating himself but hoping you're alright.

---

Quest closes his eyes and sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He shouldnt lose his temper. After a couple deep breaths, he turns to look at you then freezes at your pained expression. After a moment it clicks what he said to you, and his heart leaps to his throat.

Hes immediately on his knees in front of where you are sitting holding your trembling (fuck, trembling) hands tightly in his callused grip. "I didnt realize what I said. I'm so sorry, angel."

You pull your hands back and he stands to give you space as you gather your things. He swallows thickly when he hears you sniffle.

"Where are you going?"

"I just need to go. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's alright. Take... take all the time you need."

He is careful not to touch you as you move past him and his eyes close again when the door clicks shut. He shouldnt have forgotten about that. How could he, the person you trust the most, do that to you?

---

Xyx immediately realizes what he did. "Holy hell, no, i dont mean that at all. Not at all."

Your stunned face starts tearing up when the reality of what he said hits you. When faced with your tears, the black pit inside xyx's head opens up wide and consumes him again. He did this to you. He opened up and fucked up.

He tentatively reaches out a hand and screams internally when you shrink back.

"I think I just... I need to go. For a bit."

"A-are you sure? Love, I can go. You dont need to --"

"Sorry, just. I'm gonna go."

He watches blankly as you gather your things and leave, clearly trying not to cry in front of him. He stares at the front door for hours after you leave as the scribbled mess in his head echoes through all corners of his home.

Useless. Stupid. Cruel. Needlessly cruel.

---

Nakedtoaster hears you suddenly stop talking and he stills and carefully turns to you. When he sees you look away to try to hide your pained face, he realizes what he said.

He doesn't say anything. He cant think of a single word that could possibly make this right. He just covers his mouth and stares past you, stunned at himself.

Slowly, you gather your things. He rushes to help you, murmuring about this and that, asking if you need it. He walks you to the door, and right before he opens it, turns to you sadly.

"I didn't mean that. I'm... so, so sorry."

You nod weakly and give him a halfhearted peck on the cheek that breaks his heart. When he closes the door after you, he leans his forehead on the cool frame and stays there until you return.

[lanshappycorner]

Deuce x Riddle idea because uH yeah why not

Consider: AU where during middle school Riddle and Deuce live in the same area of the Queendom of Roses, and while Deuce goes to a random public school, Riddle goes to a Posh private school and they somehow meet

Deuce is wandering along the streets when he sees some bigger dudes from another school trying to bully some poor little redhead for his money. As Deuce considers it His turf, he steps in and basically sends the dudes flying

He talks to Riddle and Riddle insists that he didn't need Deuce's help. Riddle isnt too keen on thanking Deuce either, since Deuce was very obviously a delinquent, and this was less about deuces desire to help people and more about the fact that he only got involved bc apparently this was HIS property (which riddle also adds that its NOT btw bc Deuce is just some middle school brat who cannot own a public space because hes broke as shit. Deuce cannot counter)

Deuce is Pissed he went out of his way to save this stinky skrunkly and hes not even given a thank you (he wasn't expecting one anyways but he also wasn't expecting to be insulted in the face). It wasn't like Riddle was necessarily Wrong though, deuce had extorted randos for their money before, it wasn't like he saved Riddle out of the goodness in his heart

Riddle turns to leave, and before he does so, Deuce notices his uniform and makes a remark about how "oh of course you go to that stupid rich people school. All of you guys are like that, stuck up and privileged" to which Riddle is now fuming because 1) riddles family is well off enough but hes not rich and 2) hes doing his best for his mom </3

Angry, he collars deuce with his magic and stomps off, leaving deuce to stand there dumbfounded and annoyed

The collar isnt coming off even though it's been a day, and Deuce is not having it. He's a gang leader for fucks sake he cant walk around with a collar around his neck, that's ridiculous!! So he skips class (as usual) and waits in front of the gates at Riddle's school. Clearly he is out of his environment and many kids are uncomfortable with his general Existence there but hes stubborn and refuses to leave

Eventually riddle comes out of the gates and Deuce is just like "listen here you fucking strawberry lookin asshole get this thing off my neck" and Riddle is just "LMAO no. Nice try tho" Riddle is extremely annoyed Deuce came all the way to his school and demanded stuff from him but also he finds Great Amusement in seeing Deuce look so miserable, it's just the Best

Deuce would have persisted more if not for the fact that a car suddenly rolled up to pick up Riddle. Riddle just smirks at him and drives away, leaving an enraged Deuce who continued to pester him every day until he takes away the collar

The next day, deuce actually ambushes Riddle before he arrives at school. Riddle once again refuses to take off the collar, resulting in Deuce pretty much wrestling Riddle to the ground and successfully potato sack style carrying Riddle off somewhere. Riddle looks extremely panicked—not because Deuce is taking him to an unknown location, but because hes worried that his perfect attendance would be broken

Deuce is unaffected by Riddle's panic. If anything he is relishing in it bc "honestly fuck that guy he collared me </33 what's he gonna do now tho collar me again ?? Lmao" he ends up taking Riddle to an arcade. When riddle is set down he automatically tries to run, only for Deuce to grab his hand and force him back

Riddle is obviously nervous. They're both in uniform, its during school hours, everyone in the arcade is looking at them as if thinking "are they skipping? They're such bad students...they shouldn't be here" (or at least that's what riddles paranoid mind conjures, but no one around them really cares). He looks at his watch and it's essentially too late to even go back. Goodbye perfect attendance

Deuce gets Riddle to play a bunch of games with him and even buys him a boba tea afterwards </3 they do bond a little and realize that the other doesnt suck as much as they originally thought. Deuce is shocked by how many things Riddle has never done or isnt allowed to do tho

Riddle insists it's not a big deal and it's the price he has to pay for success, but he doesn't deny that he had fun. He does ask Deuce why did Deuce take him to an arcade. Like usually delinquents would resort to violence to get their way right, why not just force Riddle to do it?

Deuce just replies that Riddle seems stupidly stubborn and prideful, Deuce hates fighting people like that cause they never give up. He says that he has no intention of being violent with Riddle (as least in a punching kicking to hurt Riddle kinda sense), but he has resolved to just spending time with him and clinging to him until he lets Deuce go. Riddle just calls Deuce stupid

Before Riddle goes home, Deuce hands him a letter that he prepared. It's basically a letter put together with newspaper scrappings, and it's basically a note saying that an anonymous person kidnapped Riddle for the day and wants ransom. He instructs riddle to just tell his family that he was used for ransom and Riddle managed to escape in time. That way, riddle won't get in trouble. Riddle just stares at the letter and takes it, but he doesnt say anything about it, clearly he is conflicted about lying to his parents.

Deuce is expecting to see Riddle again the next day but he doesnt. And Riddle is no where to be seen for the next week. Even the collar had disappeared with time and yet there wasnt a trace of Riddle. Deuce ends up going to Riddles school and forcing random students to tell him where riddles house is

Late at night, deuce scales up a tree and throws rocks at riddles balcony door. Riddle was abt to sleep, but he was tossing and turning thinking abt what Deuce was up to. He cautiously goes to the door and looks outside only to see Deuce. Opening the door, he asks him wtf he was doing there, and Deuce hops onto Riddles balcony and just asks him what HE was doing at home

Riddle confesses that he couldnt lie to his mom and he just tells her he skipped school. He doesnt mention Deuce to his mom nor did he take out the scrap letter. But bc of that, his mom forced him into being home schooled. Deuce just scoffs "and you call me stupid"

Hes frustrated by this outcome but apologizes to Riddle bc Riddle wouldnt be even more caged up if it werent for him. Riddle just tells him to not apologize bc he didn't regret it. Deuce decides that since he was the one who isolated Riddle, he'd at the very least visit him often

So he stops by almost daily at night to talk to Riddle. But along the way the whole thing where he realizes he disappointed his mom happens and he tells Riddle one day that its selfish but he probably wont be able to stop by as often anymore because hes decided to turn his life around and begin studying. He wants to make his mom proud

Riddle is saddened by the news but hes happy Deuce is taking a better path in life and he tells him its fine. Deuce is still worried bc Riddle has a habit of saying things r fine when they're not fine, but even if Riddle DID want him to stay, its not as if he could do it.

Riddle says that soon he'll be entering a college far away, so even if Deuce doesnt visit him anymore, its okay. Deuce doesn't know how to feel abt this but hes glad that Riddle will have some freedom

A year goes by and Deuce has not heard from Riddle in ages. Deuce studies hard tho snd gets into NRC, only to realize that his dorm head is rather Familiar ....

That is all for now but mayhaps I will continue later

[a-he-gao]

hiii bby, how are you? can you pls write with makoto (yeah again) fluff that end smut, like, maybe they're pillow fighting and it just end to him fucking his gf? <3

Pillow Fight

Makoto x Reader

Tw: Sex?

You and your boyfriend Makoto finally both had the day off. It was rare you both had the same day off, to spend all day together, and you were going to enjoy the whole damn day. But first you had to finish making this stupid bed. You could smell the coffee your boyfriend was brewing, trying to hurry through with your tidying before getting yourself a mug full. “Hey, babydoll. Got your coffee all made up.” Makoto grins, placing your mug on the top of the dresser. You look over at him, smiling. He loved making your stuff for you, from your drinks to your food, he always made you feel so loved. “Thank you ‘Koto.” you say, placing the pillows on the bed. “Babydoll, we really don't need that many pillows.” he states as you glare at him. “Hey! They Are for decoration! Never have too many.” you huff before flinging a pillow at his face. He stares at you, a wide grin slowly spreading over his handsome face. “Oh you really wanna do that, baby?” he laughs before arming himself with a pillow. You quirk an eyebrow, grabbing a pillow yourself. “Bring it on big boy.” and with that sentence the war began. Pillows flying everywhere, bed destroyed once more, laughter filling the room before he tackles you onto the bed kissing your lips. “I love you so much baby, you know that?” he says, smiling down at you. “I know, I love you too, with my whole heart.” you say leaning up to catch his lips against yours. A small groan leaves his lips as your hands slide under his shirt, running your fingertips along his stomach. He breaks the kiss, yanking his shirt off. He untangles himself from you, kissing along your hips, trailing his kisses upwards, slowly removing your shirt in the process. He grins to himself, you two had just woken up, so you weren't wearing a bra. He catches one of your nipples between his lips, flicking his tongue against it while he removes your sleep shorts. He lifts one hand up to your breast, kneading your soft mound as his other hand slips between your legs, toying with your already soaked pussy. Using 2 fingers to draw tight circles on your sensitive bud he continues to toy with your nipples. “F-fuck, ‘Koto baby, p-PLEASE fuck me, cant take it.” You beg. He instantly yanks his sleep pants and boxers off, his thick cock slapping against his abdomen. He hadn't realised how hard he was until now. He lines himself up with your entrance. “You ready baby?” You look at him and nod. You feel the head of his cock slowly entering you, slowly stretching you to accommodate his length and girth. The burn of the stretching makes your brain feel fuzzy. “‘Koto, dont hold back, fuck me like you mean it.” He wastes no time, snapping his hips against yours at a blinding pace, his hands gripping your hips tightly as both your moans flooded the room. You claw at his back, feeling your release approaching at a fast rate. “S-shit babydoll, feel s’ good wrapped around my cock. AH! More, wan’ more, AH FUCK!” He yells, and it's all you need to be pushed into a mindblowing orgasm. Clawing even harder at his back, grinding your hips against his to ride out your high, he lets out a loud drawn out moan as his hips stutter against yours, the feeling of warmth filling your leaking cunt. His eyes still screwed shut, trying your hardest to both catch your breath, slowly sliding out of you flopping onto the bed next to you. You interlock your fingers with his, looking over at your lover, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Baby, gonna marry you.” he says, still dazed. “Ha. I'll say yes if you help me fix this bed And if you admit there is no such thing as too many pillows!”

[mothmandibles]

FearCorp guys from the first floor - They're the receptionists and world's most unkillable trio!

info about them under the cut

amy valerie and owen are all besties. havent figured out the pronouns for all of them yet so theyre all they/them for now. they work receptionist work. they are used 2 dealing with people. when shit gets bad and people start turning into monsters its litreally no big deal to them . this is just another fucking day at the office.

amy becomes the fear of strangers - specifically, the fear that "oh lord what if a stranger just starts stabbing me when i go outside" that sorta thing. their power scales sort of; the more you can wildly fear what a random person might do to u . well. yeah. it doesnt help that just being around them can activate the power to subtley make you start thinking these things and get soo scared. wuhoh! (NOTE: THIS HAS CHANGED LOL THEIR POWER IS NOW FEAR OF FIRE LOL. design change also.)

valerie isn't sick btw at the start they just wear a mask all the time anyways. they become the fear of plagues, their outfit becoming a combination of old plague outfits (what sick ppl used 2 have whatever u know pathologic? sorta like that) and more new "stuff related 2 disease" (extereme gas mask i guess. yeah) . also turns into a fly a bit. its ok. their body under the wrappings um. well. this is flies inside.

owen is the fear of retail. this is the best and only way i can put it.

in terms of personality they are all pretty chipper but in that exteremly customer service type way. when fear corp stuff starts going bad they stay the exact same. also to make it clear they don't turn evil or anything they are just going about the workplace apocalypse the same way they handle clients who show up and be stupid as hell. except now they can kill! awesome

fun fact: Fear corp story has 2 routes: Good route and Bad route. No matter what route, these three never die. You cant kill people who have had 2 be a fucking receptionist any job that involves working with people oh you cannot kill those bitches...

[mandalorewhore]

Hunter (formerly Hunter and Prey)

Cis-Female Reader Insert/ Din Djarin

Gif by @themandaloriandaily

Thank u to @cptnbvcks, @whenimaunicorn, and of course @no-droids for the inspiration and your superior writing skills, whenever i was stuck on a portion i would reread all of u guy’s works and feel inspired again

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Breath Play, Deep Throating, Masturbation, Pining, Depictions Of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence Words: 11k AO3 LINK

Summary: AU where Din Djarin stays with the mercenary group owned by Ranzar Malk. Takes place a few years before Din is contracted for Grogu's bounty. You're a merc trying to make a name for yourself in the group when circumstances end up having you run away with Din. You become his hunting partner in order to support yourself but you cant help falling in love with him, even as trained killers chase you across the galaxy.

FULL FIC:

As a mercenary, you wouldn’t consider yourself an overly sensitive person. 

Maker knows you wouldn’t have lasted a week in the job if you couldn’t handle your emotions. Although you don’t consider yourself entirely void of empathy, having a sense of detachment is useful when your waking hours are spent committing crimes throughout the galaxy.

          So why the fuck are you so jealous right now?

          The obscene moans and harsh slapping that echoes throughout the hangar shouldn’t inspire a larger reaction than disgust as you dutifully continue to repair the blaster marks on one of the rogue-class starfighters. Luckily, it seems that most of your immediate associates have ran off into the deeper areas of the bay to toll your last mission.

Excluding three members, you guess.

          Thank the fucking Maker Migs isn’t here You think bitterly, willing the sparks to fly higher and machine rumble louder as you carefully manipulate your buffing laser on the metal surface. His snarky attitude certainly wouldn’t lessen your misery as you try to drown out the sounds of sex. Raunchy words hiss, bouncing off the metal walls, before finding your feet and slithering up your limbs with a foulness that chokes you. Controlling the hot spinning laser seems to stoke your inner seething more than it distracts you. 

“Mando! Stars, keep-fuck- keep doing that,” you hear Xi’an echoing. Fucking Xi’an. She knows what she’s doing to you. The cruel Twi’lek is far too observant to not know that she is practically comm-station broadcasting her sexual exploits to the entire crew, and with that sheer volume, might as well the entire galaxy. You truly wouldn’t care about her sex life if it wasn’t blatantly obvious that Xi’an was doing this to mock you. You know this is meant for your ears only, a repeat of every other time you’ve found yourself stuck with this chore.  

Even if she wasn’t directly rubbing the fact that she was fucking the Mandalorian in your face, you don’t doubt that she would find a way to taunt your nonexistent sex life just for the fun of it. Another salacious moan echoes in the bay causing you to cringe and slightly jerk the repair tool in frustration.

Fuck, why did it have to be Mando? Aren’t there enough people on this kriffing space station to warm her bed? And how is he being so quiet right now? After a second you remember that’s a stupid question, considering he is probably the quietest person you’ve ever met.

His reservation serves to intimidate your targets, all the while unintentionally stoking that warmth in your belly when you are near him. His all-encompassing presence when he enters a room strikes fear in the hearts of the opposition, meanwhile, you are secretly pressing your thighs together in desire, enjoying the spectacle?.

 You’ve found yourself reveling in the few jobs where Ran’s strategy has you in a decoy-role, weaponizing your feminine charm to lull your target into a false sense of power. The muscle composing of Burg and Mando make quick work of those men once they're thoroughly wrapped up in your wiles. Despite being placed together for jobs on several occasions you’ve never actually had a real conversation with him. 

You’re too scared to talk to him, a near-silent man covered head to toe in Beskar, but you make money killing people and robbing gangs every week. It would be funnier if that purple freak wasn’t so vile. You don’t even know how to casually approach him.. Nice job killing those guys while I manipulated them into trying to fuck me! I’m pretty good with a gun, too. Maker, it’s so ridiculous that you don’t even bother with trying to figure it out. Other fantasies are easier to picture, such as the thought of him strolling across the room to slot himself in-between your spread legs, directing that intensity into your willing, aching body.

  This infuriating crush is why you suppose that your envy wouldn’t be as biting if you caught some sort of noise from the man during these displays of exhibitionism. It would give you something to repeat in your mind while you stow away in the late hours of the night seeking your own release. You guess the inability to hear him is proof of how far Xi’an is pushing her volume. It’s all just to piss you off. 

“Uhg, how miserable..” You mutter to yourself, allowing a little moment of self-indulgent angst. Typically, you wouldn’t allow yourself to wallow like a petulant teen seeing as you’re a literal fucking criminal. 

I’m supposed to be a hardass, dammit you think, spirits low as repairs wrap up far too swiftly. You swear you’ll buff right through every layer in the ship if you keep procrastinating on finishing your job and wandering into the tucked away fresher for a shower. Wandering past….them.

Wherever they are choosing to fuck can’t be that far considering the slap of skin on skin is already fucking loud enough. The sounds seem to be emanating from a vent not too high up the wall, you deduce it connects to one of the bunk rooms not too far from the landing pad you’re working next to. It really is fucking loud with all these metal surfaces to echo off of. Making your way to your small bunk might cause you to go deaf and if the last thing you ever hear is Xi’an wailing as she rubs in the fact that you aren’t fucking Mando, well, you might just take this spinning laser to your head. Unfortunately, at this point, the exterior of the gunship couldn’t possibly get more pristine.

Sighing in defeat, you push up from your crouching position on the metal floor and start to assemble your tools for clean-up while the sounds of Twi’lek pleasure predictably pick up  in volume.

“Fuck, fuck-Ah I’m close, I-I’m going to-“ A literal howl pierces the air as your gut twists with discomfort. Fuck, this is so awkward... and like, weird? Does he consent to this? Does he like that we can hear it? Maker.. Pushing that thought out of your mind you start to jog to your goal of the darkened hall that leads to the station fresher, still so wrapped up in jealousy that you almost miss the rough modulated growl accompanying the scream.

 O-oh.

Oh shit. Was that Mando….Moaning?

The swirling jealousy is suddenly overtaken by a- stars- painful heat, so debilitating that you stumble and almost double over with an intensity that shoots through your groin. Okay well, now you feel like an actual pervert. This display of eroticism was engineered by Xi’an to make you uncomfortable, not so painfully turned on that it’s dizzying. You vaguely register a growing slickness between your legs as you hurry along the cold hallway, desperate to drench yourself in icy water and pretend to forget the sound of Mando moaning.

Shit, Maker, was he cumming? Was that what he sounds like when-- no stopstopnope. Don’t think about that. Your inner monologue is running amuck as you desperately try to block it out. This feels kinda gross, as if you’re a greasy peeping tom spying on Mando’s private endeavors even though this whole situation was shoved in your face to make you ache in countless, longing ways.

That deep growl repeats in your mind as you hum nonsensically under your breath, tapping your skull as if you can knock the sound out of your consciousness despite being well aware that you will go to your fucking grave with every detail. The top of your inner thighs is so embarrassingly slick that you have to resist waddling along the corridor to the showers. Just as you are about to round the first corner, one of the side bunker doors slides halfway opens with a whoosh. The smirking Twi’lek saunters out like the loth-cat who got the cream.

I suppose she did get the cream... Your split-second of sour mirth is further spoiled as Xi’an slides the rest of the door open revealing the gleam of silver beskar and red steel as the ever still Mandalorian adjusting his…thigh armor. You spy a large vent at the junction between wall and ceiling, confirming your earlier suspicions that she chose this location on purpose. Quickly glancing between Mando and Xi’an, your face uncontrollably floods with fire when her giggles pierce the air. You register his helmet tilting toward you right as Xi’an’s tongue slowly extends to liiiick her fingers, any curiosity at his gesture burning away in revulsion.

What does she get out of making everyone uncomfortable? You think to yourself, wanting to squirm away from the obscenity but resolving to hold your ground.

“Xi’an,” You greet the two shortly, hands linked behind your back. “Mando.”  He nods.

“Sorry,” Xi’an offers in a voice devoid of guilt. “Were we being too loud? I would never want to distract you from your… projects.” Her taunting smile curls so widely that it is almost disturbing. “What would the team do without our junior mechanic!”

Her cackle rings through the suddenly freezing hall as you spin on your heel and try to not look like you’re fleeing. Red is tinting the edges of your vision from her insult while tears threaten to flood your eyes out of embarrassment.

You need to get to that shower quickly.

    ----------------

  As the tepid shower rains down on your flushed body, you childishly wonder if you should run away. Or rather, if you could run away considering you technically don’t own any of the ships currently residing in the hangar bay. Although you technically have free reign to pilot most of the spaceships available, that freedom entirely applies to transportation between merc assignments . The thought of running away from your current acquaintances on a stolen ship is not appealing. In fact, the only crew member owning a personal vessel happens to be Mando, his Razer Crest gunship was often subject to your mechanic skills.

Mando, who always offered a genuine “Thank you.” after you’d spend hours touching up the vessel’s damage procured from the rare missions he lent its flight to. Mando, the person who you are presently trying to not think about while naked and still trembling with emotion.

Your sillier fantasies would sometimes involve stealing away in his gunship, hand pressed over his chest and leg thrown across his lower body like a romance novel while he skillfully pilots the ship away. Kriff, you felt like a soft girl whenever you run this scenario through your mind, so cliché and campy that you cringe at yourself. Thus, this particular dive into your consciousness was reserved for special moments such as lying in bed after a strenuous job, or after long days spent working through that junkyard of hangar bay trying to strong-arm your way into earning worth in the company. Private moments where you are finally comfortable letting your guard down to drift aimlessly throughout maladaptive daydreams.

Not so soft fantasies exist in your mind as well. Once again that modulated groan springs to the forefront of your mind causing your clit to throb softly. The conflicting feelings of embarrassment, rage, and painful arousal serves to create an energizing cocktail that goes straight to your pussy.

‘Fuck it,” You whisper breathily to yourself, “Nows as good a time as ever..” your fingers are trailing down your stomach as you say the words out loud. You adjust the water to be slightly warmer and sigh as the comfortable heat compliments your tickling fingers. If only you could replace your hands with the significantly larger leather-clad ones of a certain bounty hunter. The thought spikes your arousal as you lightly brush against your mound, choosing to tease yourself as images flash through your mind. The armor-clad Mandalorian gripping the back of your neck to you press facedown on the floor of his ship and take his cock. Or your legs spread wide across his hips, crushing your pussy on his groin while he’s seated in the pilot seat of his ship.

Your fingers dip slightly into your slick hole then drag up to your clit causing you to bite your free palm and hold back a moan. Eyelids heavy, you give in to the fantasies and begin to earnestly rub at your clit.

“Mmf Maker, f-fuck..”, you whine into your hand at the thought of him breaking your pussy open. You just know he fucks hard -- it’s a given that the crazy Twi’lek would be one for rougher sexual affairs. Someone who spends nearly every moment of life feeling nothing but the weight of fabric and beskar on their skin must be so fucking touch starved. You bet the opportunities he’s had to feel a tight cunt wrapped around his length would completely overwhelm his restraint. Muffled moans begin to fill the fresher as your fingers speed up between your legs, head hanging forward into the metal wall and water dripping off your brows.

Your eyes flutter shut as you pull your hand from your lips to tug at your hardened nipple, other hand still between your legs, imagining a dark visor being trained on your soaking wet, writhing body. The image sends a shooting pleasure up your spine as you spin around and press your back to the wall. Imagining his dark form watching you from the other side of the gathering steam, you open your thighs and spread your labia apart, sighing at the wet sound it makes. “Like what you see, hunter..?” you whisper into the empty room wishing he would find you in this shower.

Removing your fingers from your nipple you reach down to your crotch and greedily fill yourself with two fingers, pumping in and out as your other hand works at your swollen clit. The volume of your now unmuffled pleasure is likely overheard by anyone on this section of the station, but you can't find it in yourself to give a shit. If Xi’an can screech out her orgasms at any given opportunity to fuck with you then let them hear.

Let him hear.

Your imagination runs rampant at the notion that he could hunt down your gasps and take care of you himself, causing you to gasp louder. S-shit people can hear you, you just won't say his name out loud, it's fine, it's f-fine- The thought of him discovering you here is so hot that it's blinding, and suddenly your orgasm is rushing up to crush you entirely.

Your lower half is locked tight then suddenly your knees buckle and you’re cumming hard. Your choked gasps cutting through the steamy shower like blaster fire as you peak higher, uncontrollably calling out for the Mandalorian while white-hot pleasure wrings you dry. Let him hear you crying for him as you gush around your fingers, convulsing in bliss.

     In the shuddering aftershocks, you don’t hear the uncharacteristically loud padding of leather boots retreating away from the fresher door.

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    You’re good at your job. You wouldn’t be doing it if you truly couldn’t handle the ordeal of being a mercenary. The whole point of the job is to take care of the dirty work, so those far disconnected wouldn’t have to dwell on their choices too hard. You’re used to not asking questions, motivated by credits and reputation alone. But in moments like these, a job going this awry… well, you just feel like pure shit. This hit was way too easy and far too filthy even for your career mostly consisting of professional filth. It was so glaringly obvious that even if your associate’s numbers were sliced in half, you would still sweep the ground with your winnings.

And what meager earnings they are.

The crew’s assignment this round was to hit a casino shipment just outside the outer rim planet of Cantonica. Due to the Razer Crest’s ability to fly under the radar of both Imperial and New republic records, Ran rudely allotted that Mando should allow his ship’s use for crew transport. You’re surprised he agreed at all, but perhaps the prospect of gain motivated him. His motivations are rarely clear to you. You’re guessing the price of a wealthy city’s supply sounded frankly too tempting for everyone involved; Ran was practically salivating over the drawing board for this particular errand. One would imagine a hull stacked to the top with credits and the finest luxuries for Canto Blight’s flashy tourists. It is Catonica’s main attraction after all.

But once the team’s resident crime droid, Zero, breached the cargo ship's record, the whole team is  informed that the cargo-freighter ship only contains “organics”.

Slaves.

          In the end, Migs remarked that there may still be something of worth to obtain from this job, and thus the plan morphed into an robbery on the surface once the cargo landed at its isolated dock. You reluctantly agreed to continue while Mando shortly nodded, both of you last to assent on this change in direction.

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Some hours later you’re crouching in a derelict warehouse while the lessening blaster fire showers spark like fireworks across your corneas. The fighting between your crew and the dockyard guards has almost died down at this point and you take the moment to catch your breath behind a large stack of cargo boxes.

          “Holy stars,” you gasp out, head falling between your knees as a wave of guilt consumes you momentarily. This job fucking blows. It’s so much easier robbing Imps and gangs because they are inherently bad fucking people. Robbing a group of slaves is the lowest point you think you have ever hit in your life. This is so wrong, this is so so wrong, they don’t even have ownership of their own lives and here your crew of fucking mercenaries swoops in with a vengeance over being cheated out of something that we didn’t own in the first place.

The last straw was when you witnessed a young bedraggled woman fearfully tossing the Twi’lek sibling, Qin, a small wooden necklace, the last possession from her life before slavery. You ended up turning tail and running deeper into the dock while Qin needlessly hissed at her just to enjoy her terror. You’re sure he’ll just toss the thing after the job is over.

“I never would’ve agreed to this…” You breathe out shakily to the empty air, hollowness swallowing your ability to compartmentalize your humanity from the nature of this work. You are still fighting the impulse to give in to that deep pit of sorrow when a large shadow makes you start and grip your blaster before relaxing in recognition at the chrome gleam.

          “Oh, hey, Mando,” Smiling tightly in his presence as he approaches silently, his helmet tilted down at your crouched form. His gaze makes you straighten up quickly, realizing that you probably shouldn’t look so stricken in front of your crime associate. Gotta look tough, can’t let people think you’re too soft for this work. Man, didn’t he help start the company? That thought motivates you further to stand up and face him head-on.

 “Not what we expected huh? Certainly no Canto luxury here..” you quietly murmur to his cheek groove.

If you looked directly where his eyes might be he would likely catch the sparkle of moisture threatening to pool at your bottom lashes.

          “No,” he breathes shortly through the modulator. “Not this.” Something in his voice inspires the bravery to glance at his T-shaped visor. Compared to his usual tone of speech he almost sounds …stricken right now. Distraught by this display of debauchery your crewmates have shown the slaves and few people manning the dock. It's not noticeable unless you’ve been around him enough to read him on some level but deep down you know he feels the same way. You try to recall him taking part in the violent takeover and realize he was barely present for the ordeal. Aside from the initial violence that broke out during landing he hardly did anything and was noticeably absent once the slaves were targeted. In the back of your mind, you pray that he won't be reprimanded for the lack of effort. The thought is ridiculous but you’re scared anyway.

Stars, this is all too much, your head is swirling with grief and stress as your heart rate picks up and suddenly you are so desperate for humanity, for empathy  that you lose your filter and-

          “Couldn’t stomach it either?” You blurt out to him, desperately hoping he understands and will not judge your deep sorrow for the enslaved people affected by this brutal takedown. Your mind catches up in panic half a second later when Mando doesn’t immediately respond. Did you just seek sensitivity from the Mandalorian? Fuck. Wait. That sounded like an insult too. Fuck um-

“Ah, um I-I mean. I just mean I don’t remember you firing on anyone helpless and I um- I didn’t either, I didn’t fire my blaster at all to be honest I-Fuck- I hid. They’re just slaves not Imps, Mando. The guards were taken out in seconds and-” You hiccup and stutter as tears gather at the edges of your eyes and begin to fall. You feel so overwhelmed with anxiety and guilt that all of a sudden you forgot about his open show of emotion.

Pull it together, don't do this in front of the Mandalorian. He is the very picture of a stoic, hardened mercenary and now you’re kriffing crying in front of him? It briefly registers that this is the first time you’ve ever spoken one on one with him, the both of you were almost always alone or with members of Ran’s party during time off. You internally curse your existence for thinking you could tearfully word vomit in front of a fucking bounty hunter and get comforted by him. Your knowledge of Mandalorians is limited, despite knowing one, yet you think the point of his whole creed about giving up your identity and giving yourself to war. Why the fuck did you cry in front of a damn Manodlorian? You’re just starting to unfreeze from your panic-stricken muscles to dab at your cheeks when a gloved hand swiftly brushes just below your eye to catch a tear.

          ‘This wouldn’t have happened if that Droid could do his job,” You glance up at him in shock at his biting tone juxtaposed with the gentle gesture, but he’s already turning away, voice rotating with his visor. “The worst is over now that the shooting stopped. Let’s round up the others.”

          He pauses with his back turned and you take that moment to compose yourself. You’ve only shed a few tears so your eyes can’t be that red.

“O-okay.. .” You reply, trying to inject your usual backbone into the tone of your response before moving to follow him around the piled boxes and regroup. Staring into your warped reflection in the back of his helmet you try to find the words to thank him but they get lost in the ghosts of today.

          Your mind is still swirling but the clouds of despair have mostly cleared away. You know you don’t have time to dwell on your short interaction yet your mind is fully absorbed in his every move, both present and past. Coming from anyone else his reaction would seem shitty and dismissive but coming from Mando... well, you're honestly shocked. Those two sentences were fairly long for someone usually so silent. And what about his reaction to the way this job has gone? Him brushing away your tears?

You are gazing down at your feet deep in thought when you suddenly bonk into the back of Mandos broad back, wacking your forehead on the base of his helmet.

          “Oww.” You groan lightly, rubbing your forehead and stepping to the right of his body, “Why’d you stop so sudde-'' It is then when you notice the muffled whimpering coming from the clearing in front of the both of you. A crimson pool of blood laps at the Mandalorian’s boots, its kiss staining the leather a deep black.

Now you are truly sickened, bile rising in your throat as a ragged gasp leaves your mouth.

          “Why…? How can you..”

          “Xi’an!”

          Your choked whisper leaves your lips at the same moment the Mandalorian fucking barks the Twi’leks name.

A crumpled form adjacent to her body is the source of the whimpering and bloodshed, their contorted limbs looking less than human as muscles strain against metal binders. Xi’an’s triangular blades are dripping in her grip as she spins on her toes like a dancer and flounces childishly in the direction of your frozen form. Tearing your gaze away from the shell of a human you meet her eyes with open hostility. She stops several yards away from you.

          ‘Aha! So good to see you two. Isn’t this job sooo disappointing?” She calls out to the two of you casually. When no one responds her body deflates as she twists her knee inward and clutches one arm peevishly. Performative. “What? No hello? I could’ve died today!” She cackles at the notion.

          Mando is a statue at your side. You can feel the rage radiate in waves off his body like a heater and you wonder what's going to happen if Xi’an pushes this further. Your heightened stress from moments before is vibrating throughout your nervous system, compelling you to step forward and speak up.

          “Xi’an… this-this is completely unnecessary. The only thing required to complete our hit was taking out guards! What the fuc- and they were clearly incapacitated by you before you decided to take your blade to their skin!” Okay, that came out a little shakier than intended, but it feels like a disservice to hide your revulsion for her actions with the victim lying right there. “You could’ve just hit em’ in the skull with a blaster shot if you needed them out of your way!”

          “Guards? Oh, I already took them out. This-” Xi’an punctuates the word a kick into the person’s stomach causing them to groan weakly, “Well, this is just an Organic as Zero would put it.” Organic? Fucking- You jump slightly and glance to your left when the Mandorlorian makes a shocked exclamation at her words. Maker, you’re so sickened you forgot he was with you.

“You mean a Slave? From the shipment?” He hisses the question through his teeth. You can’t see his face but you can hear the tension in his jaw, his body still a ridged form at your side. Xi’an pokes her tongue out and runs it lightly over the pointed edge of her teeth while she considers her response. She seems to be measuring her response to Mando with a little more care than she bothered with while speaking to you. You’re guessing that she cares far more about his perception of her than your personal attitude regarding the Twi’lek. Wouldn’t want to piss off her fuck buddy.

“Answer me!” He snaps when her response takes a millisecond too long. Your purple associate sighs, exasperated now.

“Yes a slave,” she hisses, drawing out the word in contempt, “Really I’m doing him a favor. From the looks of him, he was picked up on Tatooine. I doubt he even had a family to mourn him back on that shitty dustball of a planet-” Her eyes suddenly bulge as she clamps her mouth shut, gaze fixed on the armored man betraying a twinkle of... fear?

Slowly, you turn to him. The pit in your stomach is somehow weighing heavier than ever when you take in his body language. If you thought he was emanating white-hot rage before Xi’an’s response then you don’t even have words for how he holds himself now. You take a half step back in trepidation as the air around you seems to warp around the Mandalorian’s gravitational pull.

“A foundling?” His tone is unexpectedly quiet for someone who is manipulating the very atmosphere of this desert planet. Time seems to freeze. Shadows are ebbing at the edge of your vision and your head feels like it is going to pop in the pressure. You want to do something, anything, to relieve the pressing wall closing in on the three of you, to somehow end this interaction so that you can crawl in on yourself and bury the ghosts in the back of your mind. Fuck, your mouth is so dry, heart palpitating with a painful squeeze. Shit, fuck, what do you do? What did he mean by that question and why is Xi’an freaking out? You’re still fixated on the gleam of his helmet, rushing to find appropriate words when-

A flash of red explodes in your peripheral-vision, sparks seeming to fly 20 feet in the air. The words die in your throat in shock.

Did he? Did he shoot her? You barely saw him move yet as your mind races to catch up on this turn of events, you realize his blaster is drawn low on his hip, while the rest of him hasn't shifted an inch. The pressure cooker disappears in a sweeping wave of silence.

You swallow and turn awkwardly back to Xi’an. Oh.

He shot the slave.

Xi’an is just as stiff as you, her arms slightly raised as if she instinctively tried to ward off the blaster fire before realizing its trajectory. You are still processing his actions when a gloved hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you swiftly as he runs from the scene, tossing a flash bomb behind the both of you.

Without question, you run with him.

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  “Hey!” Within minutes your chest is burning from keeping up with Mando’s relentless pace. You’re fit from your job but he's twice as big as you and probably more than twice as fast. You get the feeling that he's moving slower than usual so you aren’t left behind. Struggling to control your breathing, you attempt to make sense of the jumbled thoughts by wheezing out, “M-Mando what are we doing?”

“Running.”

“Okay, fucking obviously!”

“To the Crest.” He clarifies just as shortly. Okay. Okay, once you reach his ship maybe you’ll get more answers. Right now, both of your priorities align with getting the fuck away from Xi’an before her vision returns and she comes after the both of you. But you can’t yet push some of the recent events to the side.

“You shot him.” You mean to phrase it like a question but it comes out more accusatory than intended with how breathless you are. “The slave you shot-“

“I ended his suffering.”

Oh. That makes sense, even if it makes your chest contract in duress you recognize his killing the slave came from a place of empathy. What exactly did he say right before drawing his blaster, something about… foundlings? You don’t know the term exactly but contextually you can guess it means orphan or alone. Fuck, this is so bad. Just what are you going to tell everyone? He may not have directed his shot at the Twi’lek but he temporarily blinded her. That still counts as an attack on a member of the team. Your chest is burning unbearably now so you slap at Mando’s vambrance to signal your need for a break. He drags you gasping around a corner into the shadowy edge of the warehouse.

“Listen, hey, look at me.” His large hand reaches out to gently grip the side of your face, warm against your skin and smelling sharply of blaster residue. Looking into his visor you realize your cheeks are damp again as hysterical hiccups threaten to make themselves known. “We are going to run. You don’t have to come with me of course but I unintentionally put you in the position of being complicit by attacking Xi’an. That-that wasn’t the plan… but I was leaving the company anyway”

His chest suddenly deflates as he rids it of air.

You realize you were holding your breath at the same time as him as you gasp out, before rubbing at your cheeks and asking dumbly, “Y-you were… leaving the company? Is Ran pissed?”

Stupid question. Of course, he’d be pissed at losing the one Mandalorian in the group. Mandos' presence gave him cred. 

“Ran doesn’t know.”

“Ran doesn’t… what? When was this happening then?”

Mando’s visor turns away from your gaze and looks off into the middle distance. His gloved hand on your face is still gripping gently to lock you in place. “Today. That’s the only reason why I agreed to let him use the Crest for this job.”

He shakes his helmet slightly and turns back to your face, the metal covering his face becoming your main focal point while the room spins. You can't see his features, and never would, yet you feel as if you are looking directly into his eyes. Your body has impeccable timing when you feel your cheeks heat blushing.

However, your senses return in an instant when a familiar piercing howl echoes off the walls. The glove drops and he is gripping your shoulders,

“Can you run again?”

Adrenaline springs your limbs into action as you spin around, catching his wrist and pulling, roles reversed as you lead him in the direction of his ship.

Dust is billowing from below whenever your feet meet the ground. The steps sound like thunder in your ears as paranoia begins to worm its way into the forefront of your senses, every corner, every shadow, every blindspot could be hiding one of your former partners. Xi’an is an excellent assassin; time and time again her main skill has proven to be stealth, targets dropping dead expectedly. The Crest isn’t very far thankfully. It sits right on the back of the targeted freighter since Zero requires physical contact to hack the other ship systems for paths. Oooohh shit you forgot about the droid- 

“Mando, Zero’s in there.” You puff out shortly in between breaths. 

“Fuck that droid. I’ll take care of him, just back me up.” You both slide around a corner as he responds, bringing the two ships into your field of view. You are facing the rear end of the larger vessel, thankfully leaving the coast clear as far as you can tell. Mando’s helmet scans the area then nods, indicating the go-ahead with his fingers before running ahead of you. You follow him, casting fervent glances behind you for any signs of life. You reach the ship a millisecond after he does, his vambrance held high to lower the rear ramp. As the ramp begins to lower he grips your shoulders and spins you around dizzily.

“Stay right outside here. The second I enter the crest I’m dropping the Droid. I’ll call you once it’s safe.” You gulp quickly and nod in assent right before he leaps into the opening of the ship.

Seconds pass. 

Your nerves are plucking way more than they normally would.. You never particularly liked Zero, but the sudden turn of taking out your ex-allies is making you high strung and nervous. Zero’s voice cuts through the silence, making you jump.

“Mandolarian, you are back early. Were the prospects plentiful despite being Organics?”

“No.” You twitch when a shot echoes in the hull followed by the clash of metal on metal.

 The Mandalorian sharply calls your name springing you into action. You enter the ship immediately spying Zero’s body under the cockpit ladder, blaster wound still smoking with red-hot metal ringing the edges. Your eyes linger a little on the droid’s body, slightly leery at the death of someone who was your backup only hours ago, then you sigh and duck to get a handle on under his shoulders, dragging him to toss out the open entryway. 

Grunting with effort you direct your voice at the cockpit, “Tossing the droid! Take off when read- Shit.”

One of the droid's hip joints gets stuck on a portion of the hull wall, preventing you from moving his corpse. Something wizzes above you at the exact moment you duck down to adjust the body, right where the back of your head was a second ago. One of Xi’an’s triangle blades ricochets off the wall and slides across the floor, stopping right under your nose. Oh f-

“Fuck! Fly, fly, she's here Mando!” You lurch to the floor as the thrusters kick in, twisting your head to try and get eyes on the clearing. Through the rapidly closing ramp, you see a flash of purple skin, but before you have time to react the Crest door snaps shut. Heart thudding at what feels like a million beats per second, you try to get your bearings on the floor. Twisting sideways you suddenly find yourself face to face with Zero’s corpse, revulsion whipping through you like lightning as you scramble backward on your hands and feet.

    You can’t do this right now. 

    The last thing you want is to seem weak and needy in front of the man who just selflessly saved your life, for reasons still unknown, but you can’t do this right now. A creature of habit, you fold your neck between your legs, the same reaction you had to the violence on Cantonica. A minute, you just need a minute, a minute and then this horrible drone will go away, and you can deal with this, you’re a fucking mercenary…  the blackness swarming at the edges of your sight overtakes you all at once and you slide limply to the floor.

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  You aren’t sure how much time has passed once you rouse. At your request, Mando tosses Zero's body before kicking into hyperdrive right about 120,000 feet in the air. You stare at its flight path until the speck disappears in the taupe shithole that is Cantonica. Feeling shaky as your adrenaline finally dips, you decide that the Crest could do with a once over before the long journey. 

After performing a quick analysis on the Crests systems it’s determined that the two of you are lucky this hunk of metal can fly. Hyperdrive operating at 67% capacity, weak communication signal if it even works half the time, plus more damage than you can currently process. If there weren’t five million different stressors weighing on you, your mechanic brain would probably explode at the current state of Mando’s ship. He probably should’ve taken it to you, or anyone else handy with tools if he wanted it to be in proper form for departure, but it makes sense that he didn’t want to draw too much attention. Hopefully, his pilot skills will compensate for the Crest’s sorry state. 

 To be fair, the whole blow-up-your-coworker-and-run-for-your-life aspect didn’t seem to be in Mando’s original plan. 

“So… where are we going?” You’re on the floor in the cockpit, back facing the passenger chair while the Mandalorian is seated pilot. After crawling under the console for a while you couldn’t bother to lift your aching muscles on the chair, resigning to scoot on your butt over to the closest object that could support you. As a result, you end up craning your neck to look up at him, his back straight in the chair. 

“My original plan was to head to Nevarro to take on a few quarries. I’m still with the guild and Karga doesn’t give a shit whether I’m running with Ran or going in alone.” You bite your lip anxiously. Oh yeah, you kinda forgot your presence threw wrench in his plan. He notices and tilts the helmet sideways at you, “You’re not in the way. I’m not concerned about you joining me, someone of your skillset is helpful to have around. I’ll introduce you to Karga so you can get on your feet.”

The compliment lifts your spirits enough to make you playful, poking at his boot with your toe, “Gee, glad I’m useful enough to keep around. All I have is my blaster and the clothes on my back, so if you drop me, I’d be  pretty fucked.” 

You giggle quietly but you know it’s the truth. All of your possessions are back on the space station, but you didn’t own too many personal artifacts, aside from some clothes and weapons. The only thing of use would’ve been your credits. You worry again at the realization, dipping your head before continuing to speak,

“Shit Mando, I don’t have any money on me. It was all back in my bunk, I don’t know how I’ll help pay for things around here unless Karga decides I can take on a quarry right away. Even then I’ll have to bring it back before I ever have a lick to my name.”

“You can make it back. I’ll split the profit from jobs that you assist me on. Cut depends on how useful you are and once you prove yourself, Karga will give you the decent pucks.” He swivels the chair and faces you, knees slightly spread as he leans forward in the chair, “Deal?”

You swallow and nod your head, mind blanking at how your head is level with the bend in his hips. You don’t think he's trying to come across as suggestive but the effect, intentional or not, invites a flutter of desire in your tummy. The Mandalorian leans back on his leather backing and sighs, the sound gentle despite the modulator warping his natural tone,

“You aren’t in my way. I swear it. If I had more time before leaving I would’ve asked you to join me anyway, you're good with your hands and always had more… compassion? Than anyone else in the company. I admire that quality.” That makes you straighten back up to meet his visor. He sounds nearly shy.

“O-oh…” You never even thought he noticed you aside from when you touched up the Razor Crest. The compliment sends warmth throughout your body, as languid as sex pollen in the near feverish effect. You don’t know how to respond at all, you’re feeling disjointed, like you may reveal too much if you don't change the subject soon. You wish you could be snappier but you’re exhausted. Maybe try for a joke?

“I g-guess you value girls good with their hands, huh. H-haha?”

Silence. Hm. 

That was the absolute worst thing you could’ve come up with. 

It didn’t meet even a single one of your simple ass goals, which entail the following:

Thank him.

Change the subject.

Not reveal how much his words make you want him to rail you.

    Wow, what the fuck- kill me. He hasn’t moved an inch, much less reacted to your shitty joke. The positioning of your bodies that you found so hot ten seconds prior is now a place you’d try anything to escape from. It’s almost comical how his height advantage serves to emphasize the disappointment in the small room. He hasn’t responded so you’re guessing he won’t bother to try. Heavy silence suffocates you to the point of desperation, you need to fill it with something right now or you swear you’ll die. 

    “I-I jus-t mean like- Well you had certain- ah- habits, you’d adhere to in your free time. Li-like um, I mean you didn’t hide much. Kinda obvious if you- listen, uh, I didn’t mean t-to say that I-I was joking around-”

“Get to the point.”

“I-” Your tummy fills with heat at his command. “Umm..” You wipe your hands on your thighs and glance down from his voice. The hours of on and off adrenaline must be majorly messing with your head. It’s kinda weird that you want him this badly after everything that went down today. Wasn’t your most recent concern something about avoiding death at the hands of a bitch you hate most in the galaxy? To be honest you can’t recall. 

The proximity of his groin is suddenly at the forefront of your mind. Again.

He slowly tilts his helmet to look at you, arms bending to settle in a relaxed position on the armrests. You are extremely aware of how you’re blatantly staring at him but your mind is slow to come up with a valid response, blankness written in the reflection on his visor. His position on the chair is mountainous, looming over your body in a way that boxes you in between the passenger seat and the Crest console. You feel like a prey animal... In a sexy way? Maybe?

Although, when he leans back into his seat, helmet still trained on your face, you are unsure if you’re actually pissing him off or not.

“Say what you mean.” 

Okay, the sexy is mixing a little with anxiety. 

“Ah- Um well, I just mean like. It’s not like you hid it from me- everyone else too. In the company. Ran’s company? ‘Cause, I- We… always overheard you and Xi’a- Her…” Fuck, your mouth is so dry that last part came out like a squeak. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling again um, I kinda thought you were doing it on purpose. With Xi’an. Making me hear when you’d...fuck her.” Cheeks blazing, you duck your head back down, which doesn’t help at all since you’re just face to face with his crotch once more. 

    “You say ‘always’...” Mando’s inflection is lost somewhere between statement and question, his tone confusing enough that you end up lifting your head from its bowed position below him. 

“Y-yes?”

“As in this was a common position you found yourself in? Did you overhear me multiple times?” Now he poses not one but two questions for you, neither of which you feel brave enough to answer steadily. You can’t deflect further at this point so you answer him with a sigh.

“No, I only heard you once. Xi’an always wanted me to hear her though. It was gross.” Mortified, you gather your legs under your body to stand up from the floor. You think the hyperdrive issue is fixed well enough to hold until Nevarro. When your hand reaches for the edge of the armrest to pull yourself up it is abruptly enveloped in warm leather. Half crouched, your arm jerks back a little in surprise at his touch. 

“I wasn’t asking about myself specifically. And I wouldn’t force you to participate in her games, had I known.”

Maker strike my ass down. Can humans die from embarrassment? You wish it were possible if it got you out of this conversation. He’s correct, he didn’t specify whether you had heard his moaning. If you weren’t nursing these stupid feelings for Mando you never would’ve given away the fact that you memorized every tantalizing second of what you overheard. Not only is this embarrassing, but you don’t want him to think you’re a sicko who wanted to eavesdrop in the first place. The clarification about his awareness of Xi'an's timing is comforting but not enough to erase what you already admitted to him. You somehow feel sweaty and bone-dry at the same time, a flush spreading over your face.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I heard you too.”

You both speak at the same second, and a beat passes before either of you process what the other said. He- what? What is he talking about? Are we having two totally different conversations right now? When did you ever fuck someone on that space station anyway… unless he means… in the fresher…

This time he is the one who breaks the silence, “You’re sorry for… overhearing me?” 

“Y-yes, I really, really, don’t want you to think I’m a creep or anything. Anything I heard was involuntary, I swear. Xi’an w-wanted to make me… Um…” You trail off shyly, sitting down again. His hand is still over yours.

“Get to the point.” His voice is filled with heat now, so low and compelling that you’d tell him anything just to keep it that way. You whisper your response, lifting your eyes to his dark visor wishing you could meet his gaze.

“She wanted to make me jealous. Over you.”

“Mm… You wanted me instead?”

“Maker, yes.”

The climate between you and the Mandalorian made a 180. Nerves dissolving like honey in tea, all at once being taken over by a hum of sexual tension while his fingers caress a warm pattern over your knuckles. Exhilaration builds within you, though in the back of your mind you are calculating the possible motives behind his advance. 

You know sometimes, after a particularly rough day, people are compelled to relieve their pent-up stress through intimacy. There’s a reason why the market of sex work thrives under wartime, terror existing constantly in a fighter’s life must be paired with the softer, inner-most comforts of knowing another living being, or they’d go mad with sorrow. Brothels made a lot of money during the last stages of the Empire’s rule from both Imps, Rebels, and neutral parties alike.

It’s not out of the ordinary for you to seek each other out right now, yet can’t help but dream that this might mean more. 

The Mandalorian’s hand currently encasing yours flips your wrist to trace the lines of your palm. Sighing you tilt your head to the side, a curtain of hair cascading across your features. His free hand reaches out to brush the strands away before he gently grips your jaw, hand large enough to press his thumb on the front of your chin while his fingers wrap lightly under your ear. 

“I heard you too, pretty girl. You called out for me in the fresher… just what were you doing in there? Describe it- please.” He speaks with such allure that you break under his voice, pressing your cheek to his palm.

    “I-I thought of you watching me while I touched my pussy. I was so wet thinking about how I want you to feel me after being under all your armor, Stars, even the wind can’t touch you Mando. I thought about how you must crave the feeling of something so soft… can I show you how soft I am?” Your free hand raises to rest gently on his knee, fingertips hesitating at the edge of his thigh piece. He is still fully suited for battle, explosives strapped to one boot and rifle across his shoulders. 

You wish so badly to help him unwind, you would never disrespect him by trying to remove his armor, but you want to help him move past the experience that was Cantonica. Mando continues to stare at you for several tense seconds before melting into your touch.

“H-helmet stays on.” He breathes out shakily, a slight tremor running through his legs as your fingers lightly explore the fabric under the edge of the piece of metal. “But the rest… the rest can come off.” 

He’s already moving to undo the magnetic connectors holding his cuirass in place so you scramble to follow his movements. The rust-colored armor on his body has complex enough attachments that you don’t really know where to begin. Your hands clamber around, mostly following his deft movements. Slowly a man of flesh and blood is revealed, and as his impenetrable exterior melts away you find the true shape of him. 

The armor serves to add a few inches of bulk on his features, enhanced proportions making out a dramatic silhouette designed to be spotted from miles away. Without it his body is still so powerful, built hard as stone and broad, hard angles melding enticingly with a hidden softness. Not hidden- you realize -it compliments him completely. The pieces fall away and you’re left with the unexplored bareness of him. He is human and warm, evidence of this betrayed in rare moments where his hands travel lightly up your arms while you work at his pauldrons, brushing through your hair here and there before finally returning to your jaw to hover in front of your lips. 

“Off.” He instructs shortly, brushing the seam of his thumb over your bottom lip. Your mouth falls open to explore him with your tongue, tasting salt, blaster residue, and a hint of the heat he holds in his body. Satisfied, you bite down gently on the glove ridge, watching as he pulls off the leather encasing his hand and drinking in the sight of golden skin as it is revealed to you inch by inch. All you’ve seen of him is one bare hand and somehow it is the sexiest thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Flames lick your body, spreading from your white-hot core, energy gathering with such impassioned motions that at any second now it will burst from your skin, a reaction so immense that you could birth another galaxy.

You want to taste his skin too.

“Fuck baby-” You take his middle finger down to the knuckle, emboldened by his slurred reaction, noises startling to babble out of the bounty hunter as his stoicism falls apart under your tongue. Humming around the digit, you start to bob your head gently, eyes locked on his impassive visor while filthy, filtered noises drift through the beskar. It’s like there is no barrier at all between you, the air thrumming with a longing so great that you feel one with the man crumbling before you. If you're not careful you will fall with him. 

“Mando, Plea-se,” You stutter around him, voice shaking more than intended. “I want to f-feel more of you, let me touch you, please-” You squawk, mouth empty when he suddenly rips off the other glove, tossing it behind him before reaching down his torso to pull the hem of his trousers south. You gulp in trepidation, unable to tear your eyes away as enticing dark hair displays itself, leading to the base of his cock. He pauses, but you’re so caught up in discovering him that you don’t notice the tonal shift.

“Before I show you this-” dark words enunciated by palming his cock through the fabric, “I need to know where to put it.” 

What kind of question is that? You’re honestly bewildered, mind blank before you realize that the options are overwhelming. In his own way, he is asking you to verbalize consent, which is very much appreciated. You want him in your pussy, to work his way deep in your body and in turn, discover just how human you are... yet… You feel oddly unprepared. It’s not that you don't think you can take him, in fact you can't recall ever being this wet in your life. It’s just… after today… you want to help him unwind but you’re still not fully there. You still want to please him, but you’re not ready to let him know you that way, not until you come back to yourself. 

So in that case…

“I want you in my mouth, hunter.” 

Mando growls then grabs your wrist, guiding it over the edge of fabric and onto his throbbing length. He shudders while you process the feeling of him. He is thick, the width of his cock so wide that your middle finger and thumb are straining to meet each other. You release him from his pants then try to pull at the hem to wiggle them down his thighs. He obliges and lifts his hips so that you can reveal more delicious olive skin, but he makes no move to assist you with his hands. You get the feeling that he is drinking in your efforts to touch him, the sensation of your jerky movements giving away how much you want him. 

You kiss and nibble at every possible moment, one hand drifting lightly over the length of him, twirling at the base dusted with short, dark hairs, cupping his balls then moving back up, your mouth traveling to meet your fingers. Hissing, his hand flashes up to meet the back of your head, fingers tangling in strands to tug tightly on your scalp. With a light moan, you tongue along the side of him, teasing hot air more than actually licking him. 

“Look at me- fuck - pretty thing, s-so fucking willing for me, I want to see you take my cock as far as you can, s-show me how much you can handle-” He pulls harder at your hair, dragging you roughly enough to control your neck, back up from where you were sucking at his hip to the head of his dick. “Are you going to show me yourself before or after I gag you on it?”

Fuck, you never realized how tantalizing submitting to another person could be, not until that came out of his mouth, rough enough to clip through the modulator. You elect to show him what you can handle. Leaning forward to meet the swollen tip, you part your plush lips and kiss at the drop of precum gathered there, before relaxing your jaw to take him halfway. He groans and nearly doubles over at the sudden sensation, holding you there for a second before you draw back up to spread your saliva more thoroughly. Lips rewet, you sink back down on him, gliding smoothly as you pull his cock deep within your mouth, drinking in his breathy groans.

“Maker, yes … that’s it, fuck-” You attempt to sink even further down on the Mandalorian’s impressive length, but stop short a few inches from his base, blunt head pressing in your throat. “-so good, s-so good for me baby, you look perfect like this.”

He’s so far back inside you that you can’t access your vocal cords to produce any noise at all, otherwise you’d be whining at his praise. Your hands are free to assist you at any time, you could circumvent his daunting length if you wanted help. But you want to impress him. Besides, your palms are warm on his torso, traveling under his shirt to feel the ropes of muscle there. You don’t want to remove them. 

You surface to the tip, taking a deep breath in preparation before ducking to take him as deep as you can manage. He watches you, entranced at the sight of a face so lovingly strained to please him. Your gag reflex spasms but you will it away, determined to fully engulf his cock at least once even if you find you’re unable to handle more. The noises rising from your throat are brutal and raw as you choke around him, his helmet blurring when tears fill your eyes. You bob a little then almost give up when the urge to retreat floods your senses but then he starts talking again- so filthy that you can’t stop yet.

“You’re trying so fucking hard, fuck, I love seeing you wrapped around my cock, Maker, you feel so fucking good, I can’t imagine how your little pussy must feel, you’re so warm, so, fu-fuck, tight…” The stream of filth serves as your motivation to bob for as long as possible on his length, throat stretched obscenely around him. You realize hazily that there are tears streaming from your eyes, but the urge to pull off is lost in dizziness as the oxygen in your lungs depletes. You keep going and going, your high at its peak as you recognize that your body is starting to fade in black. You should pull off and breathe, one quick breath is all you need, but the way he’s filling you is more addicting than the purest Spice. He notices when you start to slump into his lap and pulls you up gasping for air. 

Nearly fainting never felt so good.

“Shit, are you alright?” You nod and rest your cheek on his thigh, face turned on its side to meet his visor as he spins little circles in your vision. A soothing hand brushes against your cheekbone, tracing a gentle pattern on its height. “You were doing so good for me baby. No need to hurt yourself.” Mando’s voice is still breathless, offering you tenderness through a cloud of stimuli.

“I’m okay- I’m… I just need to catch m-my breath.” You’re still heaving unevenly but you want him so bad, you want him to finish for you, your wants translating into weak pawing at his dick trying to give him more sensation. He catches your wrist with an airy laugh and guides your uncoordinated movements to better stroke him. The sound fills you with light.

“Pretty thing, I know you want me. Try to not die on my dick before I’ve had the chance to feel your cunt.” His hand leaves yours on his length and reaches over your ass to cup the apex of your thighs through your pants. You jerk up and almost crack the crown of your head open on the chin of his beskar but his other palm is pressed between your shoulder blades, keeping you bent over in his lap. A garbled noise tears from you when his index and ring finger spread on either side of your outer lips, allowing his middle finger space to travel up and down your seam, so wet that you can feel the slickness gathering through two layers of fabric onto the tip of his finger.

“Ah, Fuck! Mando, I-I- wait please, please, wait-” He draws his hand up away from your wet center, reaching your asscheek before you yelp and snatch his forearm to stop him from retreating farther. “I s-still wanna, I wanna make you come. You first, before-before me.”

“Baby, you’re… fuck okay. Can I still touch you?” Mando caresses your hip at the fold where it meets your thigh. 

“Later, let me d-do this, please.” He allows you to lift his arm from your spine and rest it on the crown of your head as you move forward and try to meet his cock again. Pulling his thighs to the edge of the chair, you settle back on your knees and stroking him one-handed while he hums low in his throat. You wrap your lips around the swollen head, sucking and swirling your tongue before taking him deeper, this time using a palm to stroke the last few inches instead of opening your throat. Starting up a rhythm of bopping and stroking his velvety length that pulls incredible noises out of the Mandalorian, each one going straight to your swollen clit. 

Coming up for air you start to jerk him off faster with your slick hand, meeting the T of his visor with your heated gaze, hoping that you are finding his eyes. He must enjoy the sight of you jerking him off because his moans start to tighten, hips thrusting into your palm. 

“K-keep fucking doing that, good girl, fuck I-I’m close, where-where do you want it, baby?” You respond by settling low near his thighs, putting his cock above you with your tongue sticking out, wetting the tip while your wrist moves faster. Somehow he’s harder than ever and-

Mando curses through his teeth as his cock convulses, warm spurts of cum painting your tongue, cheeks, and nose bridge, rivers of him flowing down your chin and dribbling on the swell of your chest. He grips the back of your head tight enough to hurt, then rips one hand down to stroke himself, smearing the mess across your features. 

The fingers on your scalp loosen then graciously begin rubbing at the base of your neck to soothe the soreness on your head. One of your eyelids is sealed shut due to a rope of his cum crossing from nose to eyebrow, the other eye unfocused, hazy with pleasure as you listen to him come down from his peak. A low noise rises from your throat as he massages your scalp, feeling tingly all over as blood flows back to the area.

“T-Thank you… that was great, I-“ he breaks off when you start to gather his cum off your skin, licking it off your fingers while studying his visor through your lashes. “Hey, let me…” 

He surprises you by wiping at your face with his cape, still hanging off the arm of the pilot chair from when you detached it. You giggle, “Is there a way to wash that on here? I can’t even tell if that hole in the wall includes a shower.” 

“There’s enough to work with.” 

You laugh louder at that, “That’s encouraging. I hope there’s ‘enough to work with’ so that I don’t meet Karga covered in cum.” Pausing to consider your current position, you add, “Actually, that might help my case.” 

Face wiped mostly clean, you're able to open both eyes now, taking in his posture. A jolt shoots through you when you realize he’s holding himself differently for some reason, he looks almost predatory but maybe that’s just the effect of Beskar’s harsh angles... Nope, he’s leaning forward now, caging you in again.  

“You want to look sexy for Karga?” Gulping, you try to figure out the best response but he continues before your slow-ass mind can catch up, “You’re right, that might help you get better pucks. But I don’t know if I want my hunting partner to be introduced that way. I still need to return the favor…” 

He lifts your body with ease, pulling you sideways onto his lap. Mando’s warm hand slides along the bend in your knee, slow and sensual on your body. He caresses you aimlessly, relaxed in the afterglow of cumming so hard. You’re still tightly wound, energy balled in your body as his movements serve to wind you up even more. But he’s not moving any faster so you relax into his broad chest, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin. 

Time blurs with your senses. His touch pulls you to a place right out of your daydreams, where everything is draped in velveteen and silk. You’ve honestly forgotten his original goal in the first place, and as his arm begins to drag on its path, it seems like he has too. The stroking on your arm has lowered your arousal to a simmer, leaving you content to stay laying across his lap, the glow of hyperspace streaking over your bodies. All at once, you realize he’s no longer moving over your body, his chest rising and falling deeply against your shoulder. 

He’s asleep. Surprise registers sleepily somewhere in your exhausted mind, the realization behind layers of warm fuzz. Didn’t even think he slept. 

There’s a full day of travel until you reach Nevarro. Snuggling closer into the warm crook of his neck to resolve to live in this dream for as long as possible. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

[chili-aux]

Im honestly so done with aot fandom wars really. I now let people spew whatever shit they want. It gets toxic in the end. I started hating so many characters because of this irritating fandom till I realized that a bunch of teenagers dont have the right to steal my love for this story away from me. Theyre so ridiculous really it looks like a bunch of kids decided to watch AOT and miss the point entirely. Yams wrote a beautiful story that gets more interesting when you reread it. I wasnt even aware of shipping wars till I finished the manga only to realize its hellfire here. I just assumed oh Erwin loved Marry but chose the corps how sad. Shadis had a thing for Carla. Bittersweet. Oh Ymir and Historia loved each other. Tragic. Reiner is a historia simp great. Oh Levi and Hanji are closeted lovers who just cant accept they're into each other. And thats it. But I went online just to see wow manga discussions yaaay and I ran into middle school children shipping Levi with Eren/Mikasa I mean are you ok? Are you not unhinged? Do you need therapy? Seriously guys wtf? Levi/Erwin? WTF? They're literally brothers wtf? Hange/Moblit, WTF? Are you even aware of the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army? Do you think everyone in the army is in love with each other wtf is this logic Im sorry Im so done with this fandom. AOT deserved better fans who'd appreciate the story and its depth. Apart from a few plotholes that made no sense. (Especially hanji's useless fking death, dude she could've lived ok its so unfair. Anyways) I also can't stand it when people start making Yuri and Yaoi ships of two clearly straight characters. I don't mind if you ship characters within a show that have some sort of legitimacy FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. But literally changing everything about characters just so they can fit your idea of a stupid ship is pathetic. A character is so much more than someone you ship with someone. Grow tf really.

hi anon, thank you for sharing! i am tired too. i honestly cannot wait for the time i will get over this anime, but if that time comes, i will still ship levihan and probably continue making fanfics about them. at this moment though, I still hyper-fixate on this ship.

I agreed with some of your points, like that with a bunch of kiddos ruining our experience cuz damn, I've seen it a lot after I joined the fandom but I just stayed on my place and blocked a lot of them for peace of mind. And really, at first, I don't have any ship in aot not until i rewatched it for the 2nd time, that's when I have noticed levihan's bond then boom, I'm riding this ship forever. But when I dove through aottwt, I discovered that eren-levi and those ships that involved a veteran and a 104th member exist, damn I just wanna cringe so hard (or i did cringe hard) cuz why? that's fukcing illegal, my brain can't even comprehend why some people ship those characters who obviously treat each other in canon in a parental-child way.

and hange's death? so true! it's just useless when falco will have the ability to turn into a titan and fly by the later chapters -_- they're just one day away from the end of the rumbling but... fck I'm sad again.

however, i do not agree with some of your points.

disclaimer: I'm not mad anon!

eruri and mobuhan aren't illegal. people can ship them cuz of the exact reason that you said - the concept of friendship and loyalty that runs in the army. i admit I cannot see levi/erwin and hange/moblit in a romantic relationship too like how you perceived it, they're just more like superior-subordinate for me that I can't affiliate their relationship to bud in something that will surpass that. but the loyalty and friendship between those characters, i think, are enough for other people to ship them. why? because there aren't any spoken rules in shipping so we don't have the right to dictate what they ship (proshippers aren't included. stop.)

and babe, what's wrong with yuri and yaoi ships?? aot characters' genders aren't mentioned in the source material (though i see hange as nonbinary cuz of the searches that i made before when i kept on seeing gender wars that always involved hange.)

the case is, there's this term called 'projecting'. people are often doing this in the fictional characters that they love - projecting their identity or what they headcanon about this certain character that, whether we like it or not, often diverge away from the source material. i believed that there's no harm in doing so. they see erwin as gay? let them. they see nanaba as nonbinary? let them. they see levi as pansexual? let them. they ship mikasasha? let them. they ship ererei(erenxreiner)? let them.

it's pride month babe. and even if it's not pride month, people can ship yaoi and yuri. people can project their identities that they cannot express in real life to their favorite characters. and you can't stop them from doing so no matter what. that is their decision and we don't have a say on that. it's not pathetic nor dumb.

but yes, do not reduce any character to ship material. that's downright stupid. and as anon said, grow the fuck up.

thank you for sharing still. and as I've said, I'm not mad! i just want to clear some things that i don't share the same sentiment with you.

[horce-divorce]

I've had 2 family members offer to buy me an "early birthday present" this year on the fly and I panicked and said no thanks both times and I'm getting kind of pissed off about it tbh. Incomimg rant abt one of those aspects of disabled adult life that sets you apart from other adults and makes you feel fucking useless.

my family is affluent but I can't ASK them for help. if I do that they're sorry but no :/ so sad :/ but if my dad sees me counting quarters. he'll give me a bag of $50 worth of quarters. he can gift me 50 whole dollars but he can't just GIVE it to me like normal money, he cant "afford" that. I have to be willing to take it to the coinstar or whatever.

I can't ask them for clothes or point out that I've only had one (1) pair of pants for 2 years and its fucking sweatpants. theyre prob embarassed by the fact i wear the same stained sweatpants every day, but I can't afford new pants and I cant just ASK for new ones because That's Entitled, No Thanks. But if my dad sees me so much as looking at a pair of $60 Tevas while everyone else is shopping, he'll offer to buy me an early birthday present all of a sudden.

and that's nice and I get that it's a nice gesture and it has to be offered but here's the thing. my family members can afford all the things they need and then some, so shopping and buying gifts is just that; its frivolous, its just for funsies. I can't fucking do that. I can't afford ANY one thing that I need. Not one. The meds fucking keeping me ALIVE rn I only get bc I beg online or my dad feels bad and gives me his pocket change once every 6 months or whatever.

Which means when ppl ask me "what do you want for your birthday?" That's my ONE CHANCE PER YEAR to get the things I actually need. It means I don't ask for the things I want for my birthday. It means I always have to ask for the things I need and couldn't afford for the last year (or maybe more depending on which necessities I asked for last year). It means I never get anything that's just for funsies or to play with because I can't buy that stuff on my own and I certainly can't afford to waste a gift request on it.

But it also means I have to budget my gifts. I can't ask for things that are for fun and entertainment. If I don't ask for pants or shoes for my birthday I DONT GET THEM. Ever. Period. End of story. It doesnt fucking happen.

so my family keeps coming around at the worst possible moment and going "don't you want a tripod grill for camping?" when I don't even have pants or a proper fucking tent with a COVER or a sleeping pad or even my own damn bug spray (where the F am i gonna get $7). or my dad going "don't you want these Tevas?" when I don't even have basic proper clothes.

but nobody wants to hear that shit cus then its not fun for them as the gifter. it's not a fun silly cool time to be 'gifting' people basic necessities. sorry I'm so poor I'm not even fucking fun to shop for.

I know this is like a dumb stupid thing to complain about when they're at least not kicking me out this time and that my dad will sometimes grab my groceries when he goes to the store. But it's really honestly making me a little fucking insane that all my family members treat me like I'm The Same as them and like I'm living the same fucking life as them just bc they see me every day when in reality we live wildly different lives. And just bc I'm In Their House doesn't make me, like, part of Their Household financially speaking you know what I mean. I don't wanna sit here and listen to them talk about fucking real estate and then turn around and offer to buy me a tripod grill or fucking tevas when I've been rotating thru the same 3 pairs of underwear for over a year. But I can't fucking say that bc then they'll feel bad so I'm here instead