#was it made to look exactly like that one for that purpose? seems plausible

[grapebritain]

Jax is not an npc

I've seen the idea of Jax being an npc being floated around after ep2's release, which while i ADORE this idea in concept (as some parts of it explain certain parts of his character )that doesn't mean that this is the answer as to why Jax is the way he is.

Jax is a self absorbed, sarcastic, and non-serious character who seems to know far more than he actually should so far with what we've seen. He is the only human who has broke the forth wall , not just once, but twice, and has a very performative 'vibe' to him. Like he's on some sort of stage a bit like Cain does. Due to this, and with the plot of episode 2, people have drew the conclusion that this MUST mean Jax is an npc which, eventho it is deffo plausible , there are several reasons why i do not think this is the case, and people are trying to jump to conclusion too quickly to find an explanation to these questions.

1.Pop culture reference

Jax in episode 2 makes an offhaded joke about Charlie and the chocolate factory, a popular piece of media that most people do know about. It seems pretty insignificant but boy is this a really important detail.

With the recent release of other teasers of the next episodes that are yet to come, in terms of copyrighted media showing up in the game, we can see that Cain INTENTIONALLY makes off branded versions of popular parts of our world such as McDonalds and other fast food brands

So for Jax to make a pop culture references, the names would likely have to be inaccurate from the actual piece of media, being...well...off branded versions of them. The fact he literally uses the accurate name "Augustus Gloop" adding an "ed" on the end for comedic effect shows that he HAS seen or heard of the actual piece of media, which would be impossible if he was an npc.

furthermore, say even the offbranded version was due to glitch themselves not being able to use actual brands in the show visually (which is also highly likely), the implication that Cain made an ai that was aware of these sorts of things is almost nonsensical considering that gummigoo didn't know anything outside of the established plot he needed to serve his in game purpose. When another npc doesn't even have a visual memory of his own mother, something closely linked to the established motive of an npc, why would Cain give an ncp knowledge of random pop culture reference for no reason ?

i would say this is a pretty strong point to put the argument forward Jax is not an npc.

2.NPC's immersive feature

this point is a little less strong, but is still a very important one to make.

I think people are forgetting that Gummigoo is intentionally meant to be far more immersive compared to pervious ai. We are going on the basis of Jax being an ncp , based on how intelligent Gummigoo is, which with the timeline we have, would not exactly work out that way.

Obviously, Cain establishing that the ai SHOULD be more immersive, doesn't mean it will be, but if we take into context the episode prior, it does actually seem to be somewhat more advanced in a way than it wasn't before, dialogue being a bit less generic and more fluid . With the consideration this is only Pomni's second adventure, and the ai already seemingly at least, being far better than the last, that could imply that going back a couple of adventures before Pomnis arrival , this ai was much more primitive.

Looking at when Jax arrived could give us some idea of how good the ai was at the time, and with gooseworx establishing jax arriving before zooble (who already seems to have grumpily adjusted to the world) , i would imagine that Jax, if he was an npc, would be far less advanced then he currently is and much more one dimensional as a character to hint at him being an npc....which brings me onto my next point.

3."Jax is violent and impulsive " argument

I've seen the occasional argument that Jax being violent and impulsive could be an argument for him being an npc. He realized he has no purpose, so started being violent and uncaring of the world around him, but this argument completely disregards the fact that...the human characters kind of have that 'reality shattering' moment too. Pomni does, which is why she can relate in the first place to Gummigoo.

All of the human characters have to come to the scary realization that, they are stuck here. Stuck in a fake world. Most of the characters draw closer to each other people that are real because of this as some form of comfort such as Pomni and Ragatha, but Jax is own person, and different people react differently to different situations. Jax just happens to react in a rather emotionally distanced way to the seriousness of the situation.

He seems to be the most emotionally immature character, so it makes complete sense as to why he would react in an immature manner. Not to mention he is the youngest out of all the cast, and may have been even younger when entering the digital circus.

When an emotionally immature, impulsive , frankly not very morally amazing person is told they can basically do whatever they like with little to no repercussions to their actions, what are they going to do? Cause chaos of course, which is exactly what Jax does.

he even more so causes chaos by breaking one of the only rules he's can't break, the whole keeping everything family friendly.

This seems to be his way of coping with the situation and seriousness at hand, brushing it aside and acting impulsively instead because he knows full well he couldn't do this in the real world, it also keep him emotionally distant from everyone else, which seems to be an intentional move by him as he doesn't go to Kaufmo's funeral despite briefly seeming upset about the matter.

He cares in his own weird way, but he refuses to show that to the rest of the cast (unimportant but i wanna add as well, it is common for men to be emotionally closed off due to the idea vulnerability for men esp is a bad thing, which ofc it is not ).

Which also builds up off my pervious point that despite his exterior, Jax isn't one dimensional or flat as a character, which if he was an old ai npc he probably would be 1d, and we wouldn't have this small moment of slight care from him, despite still trying to stay distant.

Final thoughts

So what about the forth wall breaking? him owning keys to all the rooms? Well quite honestly, i don't think we know enough about him or anyone to fully know why Jax is the only one to do this. It could be for some deep lore meaning, or it could be simply he is the comic relief character so is the one to do this more consistently than the rest.

Personally, i DO think it's something deeper, what that deeper thing is yet is something i'm sure will be explored in future episodes, but rn, i think jumping at the first thing is not an amazing idea (eventho it is a super interesting and exciting one).

Just thought i'd share my feelings as this is the only theory i've seen around rn abt my fav stupid purple bunny.

[songfell-ut]

Songfell anniversary post, pt 1

Eyyy so four years ago today, I posted the first three chapters of my story on AO3, having seen an unfinished comic and gotten permission from the artist to write a fic using her premise. This here is the first piece of Songfell art ever, commission from the OG comic creator, @lostmypotatoes 👌

So! I am not posting any new content for the moment. My mom has been having health problems, including me having to help take her to the ER (she's fine, just needs to stay in bed for a while), which delays actual writings a bit. What I am doing is reposting art from four years of Tumblr! C'mon down memory lane, wheeeeee

(Part 2, Part 3)

This is going to be in VERY VERY approximate chronological order as it depicts stuff in the story. Stuff with no set place in the story will be guesstimated because I have that power ah ha ha ha ha

Disclaimer: I've pulled all of these from posts or reblogs made by this specific blog. If I didn't see or repost any Songfell art you've done, especially for the videos, I did not leave it out on purpose. I threw in exactly one image from Discord for the sake of completing a set, but that was it.

In cases of multiple...okay it's just the fork scene that has multiple iterations because everyone liked it, but besides the opening one here (which is still my AO3 pfp!), the one that was the first piece of non-commissioned art I ever got will be first. Enjoy!

This was the first non-potatoes art in the videos, I believe, done by the superlative @venelona (probably the most prolific of the arts on here), when somebody realizes he's gonna lose 😘

The collection skips ahead to Sans contemplating killing the nice lady and then totally randomly thinking of Kris instead, by @mambourin D: But whaddya know--

See? That's the sound of losing, son

That's the sight of losing, by @sharkowskii, whose work speaks for itself. Here's the whole thing, colored fantastically by Vene.

Know what else they did together, and happens once he's been knocked out?

(Look at this so good holy shit) Frisk's had a bit of a tired, scared cry in the hall, and it's time to face her new guest head-on.

I lost my mind at least a little bit when I first saw these, ngl. I can't find the next page that she did for the compiled "movie" video 😢 But now we're coming up on a fun bit of Songfell lore!

I was scrolling through Tumblr and glanced over what looked like a picture of my Frisk ha ha that was kind of VENELONA DID A THING WAIT WHAT

First ever fanart, that's what. We have a High Priestess who is completely done with his goddamn nonsense, and

Pictured: goddamned nonsense. N-Not like he LIKES you, baka

Aaand here's my Discord pfp, by @xxkoichiixx (who seems not to be on here anymore D:).

And here's a very plausible alternate outcome by @vafro1.

Though this was a bit more like it, thanks to @naomyart.

Oh look a distraction after he was stupid what are the odds (Catler1!)

Last and never least (none of you are >:( so there), puns are dumb and it turns out they're into it. The End...for now

...

Bonus outtake recording illustration from @dale-the-human

[incandescentflower]

Things I am still curious about/clamoring for as we keep going with Wandee Goodday in no particular order:

(some things we know will happen, others are mere speculation or what I personally want to see)

-Finding out what happened to Dee's parents. And does it have to do with his flashback he had on the crosswalk? If not, what is that about?

-Finding out what exactly happened to Yak's mother. Is there hinting that Dee's family had an accident related to Yak's mom's death - maybe, maybe not -there were emergency sirens but that could be from heart attack or other acute emergencies - there was no sign of external injuries during that scene, but anyone who watches dramas knows that these kind of coincidences are common to set up conflict

-Getting to know the deal with Yak's father (and step-mother, who is in MDL credits)?

-Finding out who Luke is playing?? I can't even fathom at this point.

-MEETING KAO'S LOVE INTEREST (I will not ask if there will be one and will flip tables if he doesn't get one.) I will die laughing if it is Luke because that seems so weird to me, but shows have surprised me before. Still rooting for you, rando handsome bodyguard.

-More grandma time. We are getting to see her next episode and she needs to hang around more. I want her to become Yak's cool grandma too, no question.

-Taem helping Yak face his feelings. I think Yak already knows pretty well, but I think he thinks Dee doesn't return them so he's better off trying with Taem, which if true, is a little funny because Taem is the one who has clearly given Yak an answer. But that means his whole scheme is pretty safe, actually. He says he doesn't want to risk losing her but he already knows he won't. Dee on the other hand...

-I would specifically love to see Yak confess to Taem and come to fully understand in the process how he doesn't feel for Taem anymore the way he feels for Dee.

-I can't wait for the Thai travel ad episode where Cher and Yei get to go on a couple date with Yak and Dee. Just more Cher and Yei in general, kthanks, show

-I am seated for the moment when Yak realizes that Ter is going after Dee and gets pissed. Yak is one who is so calm that him getting truly angry is something to look forward to with interest. This Yak seems very different from pilot trailer Yak in that regard and I want to see if that holds up. I'd like a little Yak jealousy, but mostly I want to see Yak standing up for Dee because based on how he is characterized I think his biggest problem is going to be that Ter still seems to be jerking Dee around and Yak won't have it.

-I want to know if Dr. Kwan realizes that Ter is a lost cause and steps away? I keep trying to understand what purpose she serves besides being one of only a few significant female characters. She made Ter's claim he liked women seem more plausible for a few episodes, but I hope she gets to have more agency.

-I want to see Dee going to cheer for Yak at the ringside so badly. Bonus, Dee braiding Yak's hair (or unbraiding) or some wound care. There may have been some foreshadowing of Yak getting more seriously injured like a concussion - they talked about the risks of him going up a weight class and I was like hrm.

-I will be so happy to see Dee going to Yak's graduation. The pilot trailer hammers on Yak not wanting to be a boxer. There's signs that is still a thread in the drama. I think we'll find out more what Yak really wants for his future. I'd love to get more of that in detail and not a broad brush.

We have far to go, but putting this all out there makes me hope that they will do these plot points some justice instead of taking some random turns that are out of character. I'm so interested to see how all these stories unfold.

I will continue to be mulling this so any other speculations, hopes or observations are more than welcome. :)

[revletter]

In the SMRPG remake, Geno is still around for the postgame fights. Here's a simple and awesome way they could explain that.

(I SO hope they do something even loosely resembling this. I have so many feelings, I made gifs about it.)

Up to this point, we know that there'll be post-game content where you get to fight bosses over again. And look, our blue guy, there he still is!

From this, it's safe to assume that in the remake, after Geno leaves to repair the Star Road, he turns right around and comes back.

Which is KIND OF A BIG DEAL. Because in the original game, it's heavily implied that for all practical purposes, he's certain this goodbye will be forever.

(😭)

For some time, I've had a little theory. I kind of desperately hope for some version of it to be part of the remake. Here it is:

Due to the events of SMRPG, ♡♪!? gets a merit promotion. Maybe, at the beginning of the story, he's not a full-blown Star Spirit (or whatever verbiage). But - as the one little star guardian valiant and capable enough to go down to the world to help save the entire Star Road - now he's become one!

And that comes with more freedom. Just imagine him crashing back down to Earth like "Yo GUESS WHAT PEOPLE, now I'm a STAR SPIRIT (or etc.) and I set my own schedule!" He can go back and see his friends! It's amazing!

And it fits exactly! With not a single caveat I can think of!

IN FACT, you might even say it's supported by a little discrepancy in some 27-year-old pixel art:

Remember the difference between Geno's first appearance and his last? He goes from this tiny lil twinkle guy... to a much bigger 5-pointed star. This is never explained....

((( Read on for my rationale, more gifs, and even more feelings )))

(the doll being bigger is not explained either, but humor me)

(and yes that IS him lighting things up like the Main Street Electrical Parade. I noticed that almost exactly a year ago and it rocketed this fandom back to the front of my So Cal Disney Kid brain so hard that I can't believe it took me so long to make this blog)

(only fitting that he would also usher in the remake reveal after an end like this. :'''D)

... But to me, it seems plausible that the little star's gotten stronger and grown! 💙

In the remake trailer, because I'm the kind of dweeb who does this, I went frame by frame trying to spot any telling differences -

(^ the scene where he's possessing the doll - this could just be a homage to the little twinkle he looks like in the original. even if that's all, I love the devs for it)

(more five-pointy? maybe? rev, did you just superimpose all the frames where Geno looks most five-pointy just so you could not quite prove anything? ABSOLUTELY)

Make of that what you will; all I can say so far is that we only see him kind of blobby. But what I'm secretly hoping is, maybe that's on purpose, so they can make it clearer in the game for the purpose of some big reveal like this. 😀

Anyway...

Wouldn't this be such a fitting and meaningful thing for Geno's character arc? I know one of the complaints among people who consider Geno overrated is that he doesn't really have an arc. Of course, his fans (myself included) either aren't bothered by that, or straight-up disagree, since he's central to the entire plot and goal of the game, and also literally the Mario universe equivalent of an angel, and maybe he was so reserved because he was trying so hard not to get attached even though we all know he totally did,

and also if he got an arc anywhere near Mallow's he'd be so compelling that he'd basically be the main character and they'd have to call it Super Geno RPG BUT ANYWAY,

I can't fully express, no matter how long I make this post, how much I hope they take a narrative route like this. It would be the actual best. My nerdy little heart would never be the same.

[quiet-hypnotist]

Helpful Nap

"Hello? Anyone there? Help?” The question seemed laughably misplaced. There had not been a single movement in the rest of the room for hours beyond the flickering of the lights. It was hard to imagine that would change anytime soon either. Whoever set this up certainly did not feel pressed for time. There was no urging voice spewing taunts. No attempt at coercing an already shaken captured victim into some form of agreement. Not even a lack of amenities. There were drinks and snacks on a nearby table. Staying hydrated was not going to be an issue. And if one didn’t know that the door was tightly locked, the luxurious bed with fluffy pillows and the softest blanket certainly didn’t give away that this was for all intents and purposes a prison cell.

Neither did the entertainment. At least one might have mistaken it for such at first. A smooth, barely noticable soundtrack playing in the background. It barely was louder than the incessant murmurs of internal panic and confusion about the intent of whoever set this up. Who would go out of their way to build such a lavishly decorated room only to hold a stranger locked away after plucking them from a sidewalk in town like some lost and found item. That really was the oddest thing about it all. There had been no fuss, no noise, not even any force. Just… just what exactly? Recalling it was oddly hazy. Something shiny. Colours. So many colours. Then warm, dazed silence. Finally the room. An unfamiliar ceiling that turned out to be the panel of a large four poster bed. Certainly not the sort of accomodation one would provide for a random stranger, was it?

“I’m here! Does anyone hear me?”

How often had the same question been muffled by the walls now? It was pointless to try and keep count. The only thing that responded was the loop of gentle whispering sound from speakers that were either too well hidden or too far out of reach to be made out in the dim light that originated from something that seemed like an artistic installation in the center of the room. An arrangement of mirrors and cleverly arranged lamps that sent an indirect glow into the room without actually illuminating anything of significance. At best it made it possible to walk through the room without tripping over the smallest things, but then again, there were no things to really trip over. Only the big, soft, comfortable looking bed.

The fact that it was the only semi-suitable thing to sit on had to be intentional. Why else would someone have set all of this up only to forget even just a single chair? At first that had seemed concerning. As time went on and standing just wasn’t the answer anymore, it seemed merely rude. After some length of time spent sitting on the hard floor and getting nothing out of it other than a sore behind, the foresight of having the bed to rest on even began to appear caring. A silly notion, no doubt playing right into the hands of whoever orchestrated this. But then again, even after all this time there were no demands. Nothing. There had been a subtle change in the soundtrack in the back, but it felt perfectly safe to ignore. No need to pay them any attention. It was just sound after all.

“I’d appreciate some help? Please?”

In fact, it was actually helpful that it was so easy to listen to that the mind slipped right off the sounds. It must be some kind of song with the way there seemed to be a melodic hissing whisper embedded in it. So kind of the mastermind behind this to at least pick tasteful music. Or at least that probably was what they wanted their captive to think. It seemed plausible that all of this was just an insidious way of tricking anyone trapped inside the room to eventually arrive at the conclusion that it wasn’t so bad. Comfortable perhaps. Relaxing even! Which to an extend could not be denied. The bed was incredibly good to sink into after ages in solitude, alone with only the music and the glowing shiny shapes of the installation.

“Great. This is fun… I think? But how about some help?”

Not like anyone was actually miraculously going to open the locked door, being all smiles and nonchalantly ending this whole spiel. All that answered the words was a flicker in the lights. But after so long – it couldn’t have been a day yet, right? - even that tiny change was enough to immediately draw all senses towards it. From the subtle dimming and intensifying of the glow to a sparkling ripple as the entire installation started moving, delightful specks of of changing colour dancing across floor and walls as the mirrors shifted and rotated slowly, to the different hues of blue and purple and pink, it all broke up the monotony of the room in a way was impossible to look away from.

“Fine! See if I… um… if I care. Don’t need your help! At… At least not yet?”

Reverse psychology was wasted on an empty room. But maybe there was some truth to it? Maybe there was no hurry to get out already. After all, there was a certain decadence to being in this room with nowhere else to go. Nothing more pressing than a drink and a pretty lamp, soft melodic songs full of yearning and temptation and a warm, large bed to lay a weary head to rest on. Not even the lyrics of the songs warranted any second thought. They felt perfectly acceptable. Calm and agreeable to the ears even after all this time. If the thought were not so silly, one might almost believe they embedded themselves into a listener’s mind to blend in not only with the environment but the very sound of thought until the lyrics and whatever happened in a tired brain were virtually indistinguishable. As it were, however, there was no need to get worried about something like that happening. Not when the option to enjoy the melody instead was right there.

“Actually… um… Whatever. Guess having time helps.”

If nothing else it would help with catching up on naps. Life out there was so busy all the time after all. Not a single satisfying chance to sleep. Here though, no matter how much time passed, nobody wanted anything. No pressing tasks, no schedules, not even the distraction of a beeping phone or a bright screen. In all fairness the room with its subdued sparkling glow was so easy on the eyes that they felt like relaxing more and more whenever they were not busy following the shiny patterns. And frankly, even if a little nap happened, would anyone even notice? If yelling and cries for help could fall on deaf ears, nobody would be opposed to a bit of sleep, right? If anything, surely this was the perfect time for some nice and quiet rest. Who knew how much longer this could go on, after all. Any chance for restful sleep should be taken. Of course. That made perfect sense.

“Just gonna lay down a minute. Or… maybe five. A bit of shut-eye… then get help.”

Foolproof logic. Changing perspectives was the best way to deal with puzzling situations after all. Laying down on the bed was so helpful. The whispering voices echoed at just the right volume to ignore them, the shiny installation just barely in sight and providing the right ambient lighting to feel safe and secure dozing off even in an unfamiliar room. Already a wave of content drowsiness washed away any anxiety about the reason why the door was locked or why even now there was no sign of the mastermind.

Not, at least, until heavy eyelids barely fluttered as a faint click revealed the door unlocked. Not a single muscle stirred as a dark silhouette stepped closer to the bed. Only the far away echo of a thought floated by, voiced without any urgency: “Help…?”

The darkness merely chuckled condecendingly: “Hush.”

A warm hand moved over and closed curious, yet oh so tired eyes. But before any unsettling feeling had a chance to set in, a pair of headphones slid into place. The music sounded so much clearer that way, whispers turning into words that easily took the place of thoughts for a while. Just for as long as those thoughts wanted to sleep. And then maybe just five more minutes.

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[maybebitterxox]

CALLING ALL GENLOSER FAN ARTISTS!

TW // Descriptions of gore

This whole concept centres around a genloss AU, one that’s not too far from canon but is just a little bit more disturbing.

We know that, at least with Ranboo, Sneeg and Charlie, they’re controlled by various headwear; Ranboo his mask, Charlie his headphones in Episode 3 and Sneeg his hat. With Ranboo and Charlie, it’s made clear that taking it off is what regains the consciousness of the person; however, Ranboo is warned by Hetch that if he tries to take his mask off prematurely, his ��whole face comes off with it”.

(We know this doesn’t apply with Charlie or Sneeg as their headpieces are removed easily, and Sneeg’s whole hat thing just feels like a big exception to everything, but sssshhh just pretend. As I said, this is based on an AU).

Now, Hetch was likely saying that just to convince him not to try to take the mask off. But what if he had been serious? Consider an AU where the mask is literally surgically attached to Ranboo’s face, and all the other headpieces being used to control other cast members are exactly the same, making it incredibly difficult, or even deadly, to remove them.

Now consider a group of frantic people, afraid, panicked and angry, who are willing to harm themselves to hellish extents by removing their headset objects to regain control. Consider one person on the carousel breaking free of the control and ripping masks, earpieces or hats off of the rest of the cast in a panicked state in an attempt to save them too, or multiple people working together to remove controlling devices from another cast member who cannot do it themselves.

Thus is born a gory fanart idea of the characters having tried to rip away the thing keeping them under control, or of another character having done it for them. Here’s kind of how I imagine it would look like:

Earpieces: This is one that will work with any character, because if you look in the episodes, you will see all of them wearing obvious earpieces for communication purposes (Ranboo talked about how there was no real way to hide these earpieces, much like the cameramen in episode 2 and 3, so they’re made to seem intentional and to fit in with the storyline. So yes, they’re canon). To get something attached to the ear off wouldn’t be the worst; in fact, it would be mild in comparison to most of the other options here. Maybe ripping it out would just badly injure the ear and damage the skin, maybe the whole ear would have to come off depending on how it’s been attached (which is plausible, ears are surprisingly easy to rip off). So you could really draw any of the characters like this, with a bloody, mangled ear and clutching the remains of the earpiece in their hand (or just the whole ear itself).

Regular face mask: Ranboo, the Ghouls and Jerma (the Puzzler) all wear a mask over the lower half of their face. The Puzzler’s is technically prosthetics, but let’s assume it somehow acts in the same manner. Skin would obviously be ripped away and maybe even flesh, which could give them a half zombie-esque look with holes that expose their teeth and gums. Very grim to picture but also cool. And in Ranboo’s case, maybe he would have to cut the wires out from his neck as they could be attached there too, or down his back.

Rat Face Mask: A good three quarters of their face skinned and ripped away. Their eyes and mouth/general lower face area would be fine, but the rest… ouch. Also a zombie-esq look like the regular face mask, but more on the upper half of the face.

Showfall Media Mask: Yeahhh the employees get the worst deal out of this. Their entire face would be basically torn apart, but instead of blood, consider wires poking out of the rips in the flesh, or maybe even out of the eye sockets. I imagine you would see this after one of the cast would try to pull the mask off of an employee they encounter.

Hats: Okay, this one set up to look pretty stupid, as you would immediately imagine it taking all the hair off the top of their head, which would look ridiculous. But rather imagine wires maybe being threaded into the skull through the hat; maybe in a sewn on kind of way, maybe just with just multiple drilled holes in the head that the wires run down through. Wires would be trailing out of the head once the hat has been removed, or you would see them stitched into the skin under the hair. Blood would be soaking their hair and face, which would be pale because of the blood loss. Niki, Sneeg and Vinny apply here.

Glasses: Ethan and Charlie both have glasses, which are an easy deal, like the earpieces except better. Just ripping off skin/flesh where the glasses are attached, so the bridge of your nose and the side of your face. Painful, but won’t affect any of your necessary reflexes/senses such as hearing, sight or vision, and won’t kill you.

Headphones: As I mentioned earlier, Charlie’s headphones are removed without injury in episode 3, but ssshhh and just imagine. I would think that they would probably have wires connecting into his ears, so after they were taken off there would be loose wires poking from the ears and a lot of blood coming with it. Also probably a complete loss of hearing accompanying it, even though you can’t exactly draw that. That or both of the ears have to go.

Horns: Charlie also has his horns as The Spirit in Episode 1. This all depends on how you’d imagine them being attached to him; if you’re thinking like just fake horns on a simple band (like the actual prop used), then it would be a similar deal to the hat with the wires running into the skull along the band, most likely in a sewn style. If you like the idea more of two separate horns fully attached to his head, then just imagine they were stitched there and had to be pulled off. Yikes, poor Charlie.

You can also do combos. If a character has an earpiece and a hat, draw them as though they needed to rip both of these items off!

This is just a concept I came up with that I think would be really cool to see. No credit needed for the idea if you do take inspo from this, but do tag me in art as I love to see it!!

Also, just a little specific idea I have related to this is either Charlie in episode 3, Sneeg in episode 1 or just the carousel crew from episode 2 trying to remove Ranboo’s mask, maybe even just out of curiosity or ignorance, to horrible results. Very disturbing, but a good prompt for both fanartists and even fic writers I think

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Under Pressure || Chapter 2/3

Prev: Chapter 1

Warnings: selfworth issues, guns, very slight warning for someone hurting themselves somewhat on purpose out of frustration by hitting their hand on some prison bars. anything else? let me know Wordcount: 3629 Summary: Mission Objective - Save your love interest partner friend by any bluffing means necessary. Try not to get caught. Good luck. ---------------------------- The only thing Miranda could think of was a deceptively easy sounding plan of finding Kurt, getting the stupid repression collar off him, and leave via teleporting mutant. It wasn’t like there were any other options available besides that. So, with that said; if she were running a criminal organization like this; where would she keep a prisoner?

Sneaking around the place that seemed to grow in scope by the minute, Miranda couldn't exactly consider it a marvelous sign that there were boards everywhere detailing the floors of the building- just how deep into the ground did this place go? Nothing seemed to obvious label where prisoners would be held; maybe to have plausible deniability if this place ever got rounded up by police. But then how was she supposed to find Kurt?

Well, the locations of the locker rooms were labelled. Maybe if she could get an outfit in there, she could wander around the place without her invisibility and feign that she was meant to be there, maybe even talk someone into giving her a keycard and the directions to where the prisoners were held. Here's to hoping Sheila had left her work clothes here. Sneaking her way through the locker room, she halted as someone else was snooping through a locker labelled S. Demoore, this person looking somewhat more important than the guard she had seen before. Miranda figured that with a rumor going around of Sheila changing her mind on things now that she knew a mutant, well... That seemed like a bad change of heart to have around these people.

"Chief," came through the communication device, and the lady picked it up immediately, "They've caught another. Weird looking fella. You want to come over and check it out?"

"Great, more mutant bullshit for me to record in endless paper forms. Fine, I'll be there in a minute," she left immediately, not even bothering to close the locket she was rummaging through as the rumor apparently meant all sense of privacy was revoked. Miranda just watched the chief leave, rolling her eyes a little at the blatant display of the fear tactics in place to keep the people around here in line, and then happily rummaged through the locker herself.

Scoring the jackpot for her intentions as Sheila had indeed left her work clothes behind, they seemed to be large enough that she could slip into them to hide her own clothes underneath, and thank the heavens above they were made of a blend with enough cotton that it would obey to her invisibility threshold if she needed it to. Miranda considered that divine intervention enough, making a mental note that if she ever ran into this Sheila Demoore that she would buy her a drink, and tell her to stay away from this place as this was clearly a rumor she was never recovering from whether it was true or not. Because some part of Miranda hoped the rumor was true.

The idea that even people on the FOH side could and would abandon this path was a far more appealing thought than the bleak feeling they were all lost causes doomed to be going after mutants the whole time. Feeling something odd in an inner pocket, she fished out a folded up piece of paper from a very hidden inner pocket. Unfolding it, she took one look at the photograph before folding it back up and tucking it back in the same pocket. She deliberately clicked her invisibility off, sauntering out of the locker room with the attitude of someone who belonged among the crowd while formulating a plan in her head to find out where they kept Kurt.

Right, the chief mentioned paperwork; probably had something to do with keeping track of who they had caught and what they were able to do. Miranda had no idea why anyone would willingly tell them what their powers were, but she didn't really have the luxury to ponder that for too long. Her best bet of getting to Kurt was getting into the chief's office and just plucking some file from wherever to pass it off as some important form she had forgotten. If she could pretend well enough that she needed to get to the jail cells only for that...

Thankfully, the offices were also labelled; apparently the higher ups each had their own title and job. 'Chief' was apparently solely in charge of the initial intake of anyone caught and brought to this block of the building- apparently there were four in total, probably each with their own chief overseeing things? Walking over to the office as casually as she could, Miranda momentarily worried what she would do if the place was locked, only to be genuinely surprised when the door swung open with zero protest.

Wow, someone really needed to be told by her higher up about the importance of privacy at her next salary evaluation. Miranda shook off the thought, grabbing a random file and just as easily walked back out, shutting the door behind her. Now to find someone to tell her where to go. She settled on the control room she had passed on the way to the office, gently knocking on the door before opening it. It was a decently sided room with a lot of panels with glowing buttons and handles, and cctv looking systems all around showing- Honestly, an absolute pathetic amount of empty cells.

This was either a recently set up quarter of this building or a poor functioning one; Kurt seemed to be the only one they had gotten their hands on at least for now. She tried to not let her heart sink too much at the sight of him locked up; she couldn't afford to look sympathetic to him right now.

"Hey, chief forgot one of the intake forms she needs for that one. I'm new, how do I get to where she is?" even Miranda was surprised at how casual she sounded, her words rolling out of her with a nonchalant, bored attitude fitting of the equally bored looking employees in the control room that barely acknowledged her as she entered. She knew she had been the first to claim that it was easy to just waltz in somewhere if you acted like you belonged there the whole time, but this was a deception feat she still kind of wished she had Gambit’s inherent charm for to pull off. But she had to pull it off, it had to work the way she knew to be true, for him.

She had to get him out of here.

"Third floor, first room on your left," the guard gave as a very bored response, looking on his watch, "I doubt the chief needs us here for the whole process- I'm not skipping lunch again just to stare at her filing paperwork for the next hour or so."

The one with him agreed that they had the right to an hour of break time, and Miranda simply muttered a thanks and left. The poor morale around the place was working in her favor right now, and she heard the door she had just closed open and reclose behind her. So, with that, the timer was set to her; she had an hour to get Kurt the hell out of here. Finding the floor and the room took five minutes with their directions and she silently walked in as if she was just an employee just send to give a file to the chief, no big deal what so ever. She watched the camera for a moment as the light on it refused to blink red. She did a quick scan of the room, trying to not focus on Kurt. The chief kept trying to talk to him, reading some things off the collar on his neck and scribbling that down on some notepad. Miranda's bigger concern was the guard with the big looking gun. She just silently placed the file on the table. Both the chief and Kurt ignored her as they kept their eyes firmly on each other while locked in some kind of mental cat and mouse game that they didn’t want anyone else to be a part of.

"So, teleportation, huh? Interesting. That's definitely something we can work with."

Miranda just kept her eyes firmly on the guard instead, knowing fully well that if she wanted any chance of this succeeding she had to take him out. Her mind only had one solution to offer to this particular problem. As she stood a little diagonally behind him she went invisible, grabbing the weapon with both of her hands and yanking with all of her might to rip it from his hands. At the shock of the gun suddenly springing to life, the guy let go only to immediately get budded in the head with the back end of the gun hard enough to knock him out.

The chief just watched in growing horror as the gun floated her way, the heavy stapler on the desk suddenly taking flight as well and hard crashing into the camera in the corner that snapped off its mount from the impact; shattering on the floor below. Then the floating gun came towards her, threatening and not stopping as she tried to back away into any possible crevice of the room. She realised too late she had been backed into one of the empty open cells, and when she decided to still try and make a run for it to get out the gun just as merciless came down on her, knocking her out as well. Miranda turned visible again, taking the keycard off the chief and getting out of the cell to go back over to the guard she had knocked out. “Drifting?! I didn’t even realise that it was you,” Kurt was genuinely astounded that he hadn’t even seen her telling hair color from his peripheral, watching with growing surprise and confusion as she grabbed the guard by his arms and started dragging him towards the open cell next to him. As she struggled to move the unconscious body, he wondered why she wasn’t calling for someone with more strength to help. Wait a minute- He thought about it for a moment longer, his eyes somehow widening even further when he realised there was no way she could’ve gone to the mansion and gotten back here with back up in the little time the FOH had him locked up in this cell.

"Süße,” he flung himself at the bars on his cell, watching as she pushed and shoved the guard into the cell next to him before taking the keycard that controlled the cell doors from the chief, "tell me you did not come here all on your own. Wait, where are your clothes?"

"Under these borrowed ones,” she shut the cell door behind herself as she left, “what other choice did I have?"

"Miranda," Kurt knew he sounded like a disappointed parent at this moment, but this wasn't the first time she straight up pulled her own plan over his, "I told you to get back up."

"And I told you getting involved was a horrible idea; you didn't listen to me either!" she was right, but the snappy tone of her voice still made him flinch

"I wanted you to stay safe."

"Why does only my safety matter in this to you?!” she couldn’t help it, in the blink of an eye everything that she had been holding onto and buried away deep within her came pouring out in a wave of frustration and hurt, “instead of constantly worrying about my safety, how about you worry about your own for a change, and stop making me feel like I’m something you’re just meant to park seventy miles away from it all?! I know, I’m the last person anyone would want to come rescue them, by herself; I’m nothing but a fucking burden to be calculated into the escape plan. Of course you would want the other X-men, or even my group of friends. I wouldn’t even want me to come rescue me! Fuck; we have people with lasers, mind control, time control, fucking storm powers, kinetic explosions, power sapping, invincibility, teleporters, healers, shapeshifters; my team has a fucking bear that can be as big as a semitruck with teeth to match and what do I get?! This!” She snapped her fingers, her invisibility clicking on at the same time. As the angry storm in her subsided, she tried to not sound as broken as she felt; she failed miserably.

“… The ability to hide from view whenever the world scares me. Great. Everyone else got something useful, and I’m stuck as the back up to get the better back up, because what I was given is fucking worthless in comparison.”

She came back into view, emerald eyes meeting yellow ones as hers betrayed how shattered she felt on the inside. How out of place even among those she considered her peers, how insignificant compared to them. She shook it off, somehow, wandering over to the cell and staring at the keycard before looking at the lock, trying to figure out how this was supposed to work. It didn’t seem to be a hold over and it clicks open kind of situation. “Miranda…” Kurt’s voice was soft, unsure even, as he didn’t know what to say to the onslaught of emotion that had poured out of her. He had known that she struggled seeing the value in herself, seen for himself how she constantly undermined herself even in their trainings. He had never known all of it had run this deep. 

"I’m… Miranda, you’re not useless. I’m- I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel like I don’t want your help. Of course I want your help, but I want you safe as well. Look, your power is so much more than just hiding from things that scare you. You infiltrate, you figure things out, you are the best person anyone could ask for to be set on an inside job because you will not leave until you got what you came for. Your power is not the ‘useless gimmick’ you somehow convinced yourself it is, it helped you get to me, I am glad you came to get me before these people decided to ship me off to who knows where, I just hoped that bringing a group would keep you safe because-" “We really need to shelf this conversation, we don’t have time to be arguing about this right now,” she said softly, apologetically, never having meant to throw all of that on his plate in one go. These were her own issues, things she grappled with by herself and should deal with by herself, building up a new sense of annoyance but this time at herself more than anything “you keep saying that my safety matters to you but you still won’t consider that your safety matters to me because-“ I love you.

They said it in near perfect synch. Their eyes met each other in equally shocked silence at the double exchange of those words, blinking slowly until Miranda broke eye contact to look at the lock; pulling the keycard through it correctly so it clicked open.

"We really don't have time for this right now, at some point they’re gonna figure out that they don’t have eyes in this room anymore," she muttered softly, trying to ignore how her heart cried at her own statement, "here. let me get that off you." He turned to her so she could get to the mechanism in the back of the collar and- she couldn’t. The bastards had changed the design of the collar; what first was a simple button press to unlock the device was now replaced with some complicated looking mechanic that she had no idea how to unlock. And without that, she couldn't give him back his teleportation to-

She flung herself back around to the jailcell door and hitting it hard with the palm of her hand, the sharp bite of the metal as it hit against her skin being a needed distraction for the frustration and guilt in her as she turned her back and lightly leaned on the bars beside the door, both hands in her hair as her own plan of getting out of here fell apart in front of her. Had she at least gotten someone else, anyone else, she could’ve had another set of eyes to take a look at this stupid thing and figure out together how this was supposed to come off. Panic immediately took back its reign, constricting her breathing into panicked gasps.

"Miranda,” Kurt said softly as he turned back towards her, the sudden outburst not scaring him but he knew it didn’t bode well if that was her reaction

"You were my plan out," she admitted, tears burning sharp in her eyes. She slid down the bars until she sat on the floor, her breath racing through her chest as her mind desperately tried to come up with some kind of plan, “Fuck, I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve gotten back up. See, this is exactly what I mean about- N-Now what do I do?! The only thing I can do is turn invisible and pretend. Pretend I belong here, pretend I have the suave persuasion of Gambit, pretend I know what I’m doing like how Shadow just knows what she’s doing all the time and does what needs to be done, pretend I have a plan like Ebak or Scott have an actual plan and a plan B and C they can fall back on, I’m-“ His arms were around her. She was pulled into a hug, pushed into fur that always smelled like the smoldering embers of a fireplace seconds after it’s extinguished. That lingering smoky scent, the soft velvet feeling of fur, the rumbling, comforting sound of a purr meant to sooth… She melted into it, wrapping her arms around him as she burrowed her face in the curve of his neck and allowing him to quiet the racing chaos in her mind through his physical affection as she instinctively started to take deeper breaths to calm down. “You got this far already, and you have me with you now,” he assured, “We’ll think of something to get out of here. Like… Maybe you can hide me from view as well?”

"I still can't seem to properly hide our shorter friends from view, let alone someone taller than me, and that collar isn't going to be affected no matter what I do. I can't explain a floating repression collar to the people in here," she sighed, going along with him when he stood back up. She could feel how he ran a hand soothingly over her back, softly kissed the top of her head; she appreciated every little gesture meant to comfort her so much. She took another couple of deep breaths before gently pushing herself out of his embrace, looking up and into his eyes in-

His eyes. The cogs of her mind immediately started to turn, as she looked around herself to see if there was some way to shut the lights in the room in order to test something. He let go of her as soon as she pulled away, following after her out of the jailcell to which she slightly gestured at him to stay by the door while she went over to the entrance of the room; and promptly clicked the light off. "Can you still see me?"

"... Yes," Kurt replied, just as relieved as she was that his night vision wasn't affected by the collar. He hooked his thumb slightly under the offending machinery, "but I don't know for how long. If the design on this has changed, who knows what it'll try to suppress in me aside from my teleportation." She tapped her nails rhythmically on the plastic around the light switch, clearly deep in thought to figure something out to get both of them out of this mess; "We just need it to last long enough to get out. The control room I went to should be in charge of the light of this place. I can't hide you under my invisibility, but if I can hide you under the cover of darkness.."

"Mir-" "It's the only idea I've got, Kurt. I don't have a plan B, so the best I can do is a B-part to my plan A of having you be my escape. The control room is on the first floor, straight ahead from where you go up by the stairs. Takes five minutes to get there, so give me like ten to get the lights off and as soon as they are meet me there as fast as you can." She fully intended to leave, but before she could his tail wrapped around her and pulled her back, twirling her towards him so he could cup her face in his hands. He thought for a moment, thinking about what to say that wouldn’t sound like he was undermining her, because where she at least had an idea he had absolutely nothing to offer.

"… I need you,” he settled on, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips and pulling back just as quick as he was also very aware that they were on a time limit here, “take care of yourself out there; be safe.”

"I will. It's this, or nothing; you're just going to have to trust me."

"I do. I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t."

“Apology accepted. When those lights go off, run.”

[jellieland]

Ok, so I know it's been a little while since the whole king's court thing. But I was looking through my drafts and found this, and I still think Cleo, Scar and Cub as rulers of hermitcraft is a fascinating concept.

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Kingslayers

It had started as something- not innocent. Obviously not. But not malicious, exactly.

Mischievous.

“Just one arrow is all it would take.” Cub had grinned, leaning over Scar’s shoulder, in that half-serious way he sometimes did when he was looking for plausible deniability.

“It’s right there, look at him.” Scar had mused, bow drawn. He looked along his nocked arrow and down the length of the throne room at Ren, who had Bdubs by his side. They were looking down at Iskall from their thrones.

He relaxed the bowstring. Shots were more effective if you didn’t hold it taut first.

“He’s right there.” Cleo agreed from his right, glaring at Ren before turning back to face them. “And he just talks down to you as well. Like he’s better than you?”

“Oh man, yeah.” Cub frowned sympathetically.

“He complained that I was talking too much.” The ire in her eyes seemed to rise slightly just talking about it.

“We could call it an accident, Scar.” Cub leaned in a little further. “I mean, just think about it. We could call it an accident.”

Cleo nodded conspiratorially. “And then we could take the tiny crown.”

Cub nodded back. “That’s very true.”

“That is true.” Scar said thoughtfully. He pulled back the bowstring again.

“We could share it.” Cleo stepped slightly closer.

And at this point, things got a bit more serious.

Looking back on it, none of them were quite sure of exactly how it happened.

Perhaps Cub knocked into Scar’s shoulder from where he was leaning over. Perhaps Cleo had nudged his elbow. Perhaps Scar’s hand had let go of the bowstring with no outside influence needed. It might’ve been an accident. It might’ve been a half-formed idea suddenly made very real.

Looking back, it was hard to tell.

But that was embarrassing, so all three of them immediately decided to pretend that they had done it on purpose.

Whatever the reason, quite suddenly, Ren was dead, and the crown clattered down to rest on the empty throne.

Bdubs slowly turned to look at them, eyes even wider than usual behind his diamond glasses.

Cleo’s sword appeared in their hand, and he was instantly scrambling for firework rockets. By the time they had raised it, he was already out of the window.

Iskall slowly spun around to look at the three of them, eyebrows raised.

“That was rude.” He said. “I was halfway through a sentence.”

Scar lowered the bow, and grinned. He stepped forward into the throne room.

“Hey Iskall,” He asked, “How would you like to join our court?”

The man in question shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

“Excellent!” Cleo said, slightly too brightly. “Our first decree is that today, you get the day off!”

Iskall blinked. “Oh, really? Wow, this court is great!”

He headed over to the window, and then paused. “Do I get to keep the shield?”

“Sure thing, man!” Cub’s voice was very slightly higher pitched than usual.

Iskall nodded to himself, pleased. “Great success! I’ll see you tomorrow, friends.”

And with that he was gone, a halfhearted chorus of goodbyes ringing out after him.

There was a short silence.

“Is Joe still on his way?” Asked Cub.

“I’ll tell him the meeting’s been rescheduled.” Cleo pulled out their communicator and started typing.

He frowned. “Are you sure? Maybe we want him on our side.”

“I don’t know.” Said Scar. “He’s really fun to hunt down and torment, but there was that time in season six when he asked if he could rip our wings off and use them like an elytra. You remember that, Cub?”

“I mean, I think-”

“Joe is a problem to deal with later.” Cleo said firmly, hitting send. “Now we have to worry about whether or not Ren set his spawn somewhere in the Crastle.”

Scar shrugged. “What’s he gonna do? There’s more of us.”

She frowned. “We should still start as we mean to go on.”

There was another short silence, none of them willing to admit that they didn’t really know how they meant to go on. They all looked over at the throne, and the crown that rested on it.

“One of us should probably pick that up, huh?” Mused Cub.

None of them moved.

They looked at the netherite throne, and the two distinctly smaller chairs on either side of it.

“This is fine!” Cleo’s voice was slightly strained. “Like I said, we can share it! We can take turns.”

“Yeah, ok!” All at once Scar sprung into motion. “I’ll go first.” He strode across the room, picked up the crown, and sat down. “It is pretty small, but it's better than nothing.” He said, putting it on.

It sat at a jaunty angle.

“…Yeah, alright.” Cub strolled over to the chair on Scar’s right, sat, and leaned back in a way that could only be described as lounging.

Cleo narrowed her eyes at the pair of them. “We are going to have a talk about how this is going to work. But that can wait for once we’ve dealt with Ren.” And she strode across the room to the last chair, and sat.

“Oh, of course, of course!” Scar grinned at her, his classic conman’s smile, and she raised an unimpressed eyebrow. He pulled a face. “Ok, ok, we can talk about it later.”

A few moments passed. Cub knocked a couple of times on the wooden arm of his chair. “Y’know, I can probably get these ones some netherite too. Much more respectable.”

Cleo frowned, considering, and then nodded. “That would be a good start.”

“Makes sense.” He said. “Makes sense if we’re going for a more, uh. Flat team structure.”

There are a few more seconds of silence.

“Be funny if he’d actually set his spawn miles away, wouldn’t it?” Cub said.

Moments later, Ren hurtled around the corner, diamond encrusted robes somewhat disheveled, and stumbled to a stop at the sight of the three of them, sat on the thrones.

“Almost like it was meant to be, isn’t it?” Cleo looking down at him, eyes half-shadowed and almost glowing.

He spluttered slightly. “What- what doth be the meaningeth of this?!”

Cleo closed her eyes for a moment, and reminded herself that killing him again wouldn’t actually accomplish anything.

“You can take your stuff back if you’d like?” Scar said helpfully. “Here!” He grabbed Ren’s elytra from the scattered pile of his things around the throne, and tossed it to him.

He caught it on what appeared to be autopilot. “I- uh.”

“Go on, grab your stuff!” Scar continued cheerfully. “It’s cluttering up my throne room!”

Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he took a step forward, up the first of the stairs leading to the throne. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cleo cut in.

“You’ll have to make it quick.” Her eyes bored into him. “You shouldn’t really be allowed up here. But in our generosity, we will give you this.”

He didn’t hurry. Slowly, he gathered his things from where they lay, and then he stood, for a moment, directly before the throne.

He looked at the crown very intently. He looked at Cub, and then at Cleo, and back at Scar.

“Hast thou lost thine minds, my dudes?”

“Oh, not at all!” Scar said cheerfully.

“Then what-”

“Y’know what, Ren.” Cub interjected abruptly. “We don’t actually have to tell anyone about this, you know.”

Scar looked a little nonplussed. Cleo leaned forward and gave Cub a look. He grinned.

Ren took a step back, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Well.” He shrugged, casual as could be. “No one really needs to know you’re not king anymore, do they?”

Ren’s eyes narrowed. “Are thou asking me to be a puppet king? I have integrity, dude!”

The three new reining monarchs of the server exchanged glances.

“Ehhh.” Cub looked doubtful.

“Do you, though?” Asked Cleo.

“Wha- of course I do! All I've been doing is improving the shopping district for everyone, and this is the thanks I get! It’s disgraceful!”

“Well,” Said Scar brightly, “If you do what we tell you to, I’ll make sure to say thank you!”

“I really don’t think I-”

“And if you don’t, I can just kill you again!”

“…Right. Yeah. I, uh, I almost forgot about that.” He shifted nervously. “So, um, what do you want me to do, actually?”

Cub glanced over at Scar for a moment before answering. “Oh, you can just keep doing what you’re doing, man. Don’t sweat it. Quests? Go for it. Royal Emeralds? Sure.”

And then, without warning, his eyes sharpened. From an outside perspective, it was a little like taking a bite of cake and suddenly finding a needle in your mouth. “Just make sure the diamonds come through us first.”

Cleo’s frown disappeared, replaced by understanding, and Ren at once found himself pinned in place by two impenetrable stares. “And if we find out you’re keeping any for yourself, well…” She didn’t smile, or smirk. Her face was an unreadable as stone. “We will be displeased.”

Scar grinned, something… hungry… in his gaze. “After all, a good king would never keep all the money to himself, now, would he?”

A strange expression crossed Ren’s face at that, as though he had tasted something sour, then something that looked like confusion, before it gave way to nervousness. “I guess not.” He took another step back, and found himself stumbling down the top step before the throne. “But everyone’ll still think I’m king, yeah?”

“Of course.” Said Cleo, calm and level. “Now. I’m getting bored of listening to you talk. Make your choice and then get out of my throne room.”

He stood there for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“Well you heard them!” Said Scar. His hand moved ever so slightly towards his bow.

“…Fine! Ok. Fine. I’ll do it. But you better not tell anyone.”

Cleo’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands.”

“Come on, Ren!” Scar cut in smoothly. “I’m sure we can work this out in a way that works for everyone! Why don’t you come back tomorrow and we can talk about it some more, work out the details?”

Ren squinted at him suspiciously for a moment before nodding slowly. “…Ok.”

“And as long as you do what we say, we won’t tell anyone that you’re not king anymore! After all, we wouldn’t want them to think that you can’t even deal with your own court, now would we?” He grinned. “Especially not Bdubs. He’d be so disappointed!”

“Ok, ok, I get it! You can do your dumb…” He waved his hands around aimlessly, “…scheme, thing, whatever it is you’re doing.” He pulled a face. “Jeez, there’s no winning on this server.”

And with that he turned and practically trotted out of the throne room, looking unnervingly unburdened for a man who had just been suddenly and violently dethroned.

“Enjoyeth your crown!” He called over his shoulder as he went.

As the echo of his footsteps faded, Cleo frowned. “That was weird, right?” They asked. “Right? That was weird.”

Cub made a noise of vague agreement. “It was a little strange.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine, there’s no need to worry about it!” Scar leaned back in the throne, looking exceptionally pleased with himself.

“I mean, I guess we should be long gone by the time it’s relevant.” Cub shrugged. “As far as I’m concerned, we can run the whole system into the ground, take off with the profits, and have him deal with the fallout. Unless either of you have any objections?”

Cleo nodded approvingly. “I’ve seen those claims around the shopping district. And the ‘Royal Emeralds’.” The term was said with great disdain. “Really, the crown is incredibly popular right now. I have no problem with making him deal with it.”

Scar made a noncommittal noise. “Well, we’ll have to see how it goes, right? We can’t just commit to something like that if we might be able to get more out of it, right?” The light in his eyes shone. “I’ve even got a trophy from when I killed Impulse! I was going to give it to Ren, but now I get to keep it!” Scar grinned, eyes as green as the emerald on the crown he wore, and held up Impulse’s severed head. It looked, perhaps, a little more gruesome than these things usually did.

It might have been a trick of the light, but he seemed to be very slightly paler.

“Neat.” Said Cub.

“Ooh. Can I have one?” Asked Cleo.

[hollowwhisperings]

The Secrets of The Secret Room: KH2's Hidden Boss Arena as a Future Plot Point.

Anyone remember that Secret Room in KH2? The FRUSTRATINGLY difficult-to-reach one within the basement caves of Ansem's Castle? The one that lets you fight Data copies of the Organization XIII members? THAT Secret Room?

KH2's "Garden of Assemblage", GIF by superbia (nokuto.tumblr)

Well, what if we look at KH as a series and its LOVE for hiding plot within gameplay mechanics... and look at that Secret Room again after the Lore Bombs from KHUX & KH3?

The KH series LOVES to "hide" lore & plot foreshadowing within game mechanics: the different/same coloured dream portals in DDD & KH3, the "reset" levels in each game, Anti-Sora and Rage Form...

i wonder who, exactly, set up that Data Combat Record of Organization XIII members?

the easiest candidate is DiZ: he has the means, motive & opportunity to have set something like that up (know your enemy).

it's also plausible that Saïx set it up for Axel, a means of preparing him for assassinations but it doesn't make much sense given that Axel would need that combat data BEFORE he fought his targets while the Data Room only has those 'records' AFTER targets are defeated.

Xehanort is another candidate, perhaps setting the system up in order to have Data Copies of the Organization to fall back on for Future Use (no time travel required!). it WOULD be easier to put a Data Copy into a Replika than trying to locate, say, Lauriam or Arlene (who he only seemed to meet through Xigbar) upon their recompletion.

There's also That Looming Option of Darkness.

Darkness, getting one (or more) of the above characters to set this room up, ultimately for ITS use: Darkness seemingly needs 13 Vessels in its Game with MoM and, going with Sleeping Realm Theory, KH3 DID seem to imply that Data Riku & Young Master Xehanort were not only working for (or with) Darkness but were investigating how Hearts & darkness interacted with DATA.

KH's Primordial Darkness IS canonically tech-savvy: the Secret Room of Data Organization XIII fits EXACTLY within its modus operandi.

it's not JUST Darkness who knows of/discovered this Secret Room, however: Sora & Team Guardians of Light did too.

KH3 somewhat implies that Ienzo and Even learned of the Secret Room after being recompleted: it's probably what they were referencing when trying to set Xion & Roxas up in Replika bodies.

If Roxas is now made up of himself AND his Data Copies (from Data Twilight Down & the Secret Room)... it solves the issue of his dual-wielding keyblades despite no longer having 2 "real" Hearts to source them from.

I don't think that either of these Data Roxases would feel a need to have their own Replika bodies: Axel's Nobody formed a Heart but it integrated with his "recompleted" self without issue, just as all these Roxases would. These Hearts can merge or otherwise exist alongside each other without any issue because they share the same "Soul" (or, at least, there are no conflicting memories within their Timelines).

Xehanort did not seem much affected by Xemnas seemingly forming a Heart either: the "lived time" of Xemnas simply went back to Xehanort (& if the transistion WASN'T so seamless... it's not like he would care & he ended up Time Travelling Xemnas before any conflicts of heart could arise anyway).

Terra, on the other hand... well, Xemnas got the Fixation with Aqua's Armour from SOMEONE.

Back to That Secret Room...

my munny's on Darkness bringing that Data Organization XIII back into play at some point, if only to allow more Hidden Boss Gameplay post-KH3 for the purposes of "strengthening" the Darkness within its vessels.

It makes me wonder if the "Demyx" met during KH3 was actually a "Data Demyx": he and Luxord do not seem native to [this side of] "Reality" but to the home of Nameless Star, going by the Verum Rex trailer in Toy Box & the Secret Ending(s) of KH3.

the premise where DiZ or Xehanort sets up the Data Organization for further study, only for it to get used by Darkness could just as easily apply to XIGBAR/Luxu for MoM but... Darkness is the entity with the greater connection to Data Hearts so, regardless of WHO this Secret Room was set up by, it's probably Darkness who'll bring that game mechanic into the future of KH's Story.

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042223 Cine21 Magazine

English Translations

Interview in commemoration of the release of the last album of Agust D’s trilogy <D-DAY>

The pre-released song <People Pt. 2 (feat. IU)> happens to be released today. Earlier, when he was taking pictures too, he asked to turn on the song if it was possible.

Please listen to it lots and lots. Please listen to it when you’re sleeping too (laughs).

It seems to be a song that would be nice to tune it on in café. Was that the reason that you chose the song as the pre-released song?

In the original version, member Jung Kook was the one who did the guide. I get that the most important essence was for the song to be good, but the process of effectively letting people know that this album is my work was as important itself. It has been 10 years since I’ve lived my life as BTS’s SUGA, and sometimes in between I would release a mixtape, where I use the name; <Agust D>. I’m aware that there are lots of times where those who just coincidentally watched <Agust D> or <DAECHWITA> music video said that this person resembled to SUGA. So, I released <People Pt. 2 (feat. IU> to in which I worked with IU with the purpose to let this SUGA and Agust D to be in sync. And, in this day and age, there are lots of SNS, but those born in 1993, just couldn’t help but to think of Cyworld. I made a song that would feels like the BGM of life, wrote the song as the Cyworld BGM, the song that people listen to, and the song that would just put them on. It was exactly meant for that. These days, I think that rather than having so many advantages, it’s better to have no cons, or irritating, annoying things.

When did you start working on this album?

I have released in terms of a mixtape before, but as a solo singer, I have released 2 full-length album. Though it’s the first time for a physical album like <D-DAY> to be released. So, around the time when I finished working on an album, it was the the time I had soft in the head the most. When <DAECHWITA> was released, half of <D-DAY>’s album was almost done. Though it’s very much concretize, we couldn’t get the grasp on when the timing for the release should be. So, to answer when I get the question about when do I start working on them is quite hard. There’s even song(s) that was made 3 years ago.

With the 2 mixtapes that you have released; <Agust D> <D-DAY>, this album <D-DAY> marks the completion of the trilogy. Was this trilogy form in your mind from the very first?

Ever since I was young, out of the movies that I like, there are lots of trilogies. For instance, <The Dark Knight> series. So, I have this impression that after I have released 3 album, I would become a plausible, decent person, hence I thought to make mine into a trilogy form ever since I dropped the first mixtape on the 2016. If I didn't do well afterwards, the trilogy wouldn't have been completed. (laughs) My solo album could also be my life record. When the first mixtape was released then, I didn’t think that there’s a justification in living as BTS if I couldn’t express out my thoughts, and when the 2nd mixtape was released, I have come to the extent where I could organize my thoughts and going back and forth to the future and past. So for this album, I want to put all things together. I’m a person who keeps changing, and that future and pasts are both connected and could influence with each other. Just like how when the 3rd season of movies series, reviewing and taking some elements from the first to second seasons, I also took somethings from Agust D’s past songs in <D-DAY>. Rather than figuring out what kind of messages to be carried in <D-DAY> album, I made it while looking at those things that I like time to time.

The title song <Haegeum> also has another meaning of lifting from a ban. Was there any specific things that you feels ‘forbidden’ to do in this society all these times?

I’m here after living as an idol for 10 years. If I were to include with the trainee times, it’d be 13 years total. So to be honestly speaking, it’s a life where one have to have lots of self-control and a life that has lots of restrictions. Not just me, but those in their 20s to 30s, whether they’re an idol or not would also feel the same. We do have thing that we want to do, however we were put into a situation that we can’t do them, and also when we stopped when we think about peoples’ eyes.

Can we talk about the collaborations <Snooze> you have with the recently deceased Ryuichi Sakamoto? While he was a film music guy, he’s also a pianist, and even a media artist.

There was a time when I was young that my parents brought me to watch <The Last Emperor> at a little theatre somewhere in Daegu. I was starstruck with the film music then. You know <Rain> was very popular that it’s often be used in a pressing situation in Korea’s variety show. After that, I made music ever since I was 13, and there are lots of times I used master’s song for samplings. You know, when I was young, I practiced by reverse, cutting, then connecting the samplings again. He was an artist that gave me lots of inspiration when I first started in making music. Drama actors, movie actors, musical actors, theatre actors, they’re all not at all different, and we still call these guys as actors, right? The same goes for a person who does music. There’s no different between those who does movie songs, and those who does pop music, after all the thing about ‘music’ is, it’s all connected with each other. I have heard this behind story once before, but it’s said that Master Ryuichi Sakamoto made a film music by chance, but after that he’s are widely known as a film music director. I only have met him personally in front once, and though we worked on the music over the phone, he was a really great person. Too bad that the musician that I really like a lot has come to leave for a long journey.

BTS SUGA, these people who likes me, doing music they want

You worked together with RM on <Strange> in <D-2> album, and now for this album, j-hope did the featuring in <Huh?!>

There are 3 rappers total in BTS including me, right? So, last time I worked together with RM, so now I got to work with hobi, of course. This may comes a bit embarrassing, but since the beats are quite difficult, I’m not quite confident in writing the verse 2. (laughs) As hobi haven’t done anything with drill genre, he said that it’s going to be so hard, but I said “but you’re good in rap, so you can indeed write lyrics”. So, he did said okay. J-Hope is really such an outstanding artist. I think that it’s not because of he’s good or bad at this and that, but it’s the issue of the preference, style. Thank you for giving me things that just lines perfectly with my preferences.

Perhaps, is the b-side of this solo album <Life Goes On> a new rearranged version of the song with the same name in <BE> album?

I made <Life Goes On> in full before, but mine wasn’t used. Personally, because I liked that version more, so I made a new rearranged version of <Life Goes On>. When I and person around me listening to monitor, it’s a song that have the most picks from the pop music producers. When one take and write from a verse of an already existing song, it became a ‘remix’, but <Life Goes On> from <D-Day> used a bit of the lyrics and melody that I have wrote before, and after than a song that’s totally different came out. When me, Namjoon, Hobi, and Bang Sihyuk PD went to have a meal together, I let them listen to it while eating, but since the flows are just so natural, the members didn’t realize it.

I heard that not only you contributes in of course in writing the lyrics, composing, and producing, but you contributes in voicing out opinions for the visuals, like the MVs too.

There are some that may think, and said that K-Pop idols moved within a framework that has been set, but it’s actually not like that. There may be that kind of idols and groups too, but that’s not the case for me. We all discuss each one of the works, from the videos, promotions and up to the schedule all together. As soon as the work for <Daechwita> is finished, I wrote down the storyboard continuity for <Haegeum> and other b-sides music videos. Then, I send them to the music video directors. Back then, many people said that COVID-19 would be a forever thing, so I was anxious that I might not even be able to do any concerts or performances anymore. So, I had to work on fast for the next studio work. Especially for <Haegeum> music video, I put lots of thoughts on this, and I even had lots of meetings where I personally go. These days and age, it’s the era of ‘listening music with one’s eyes’, so video as the mediums are very important. However, if someone who knows poorly on one’s things interferes a bit too much, it’d come out not as good. So, there are parts where I just put my trust on the staffs that have been for quite a long while, and there’s also some parts that I’m giving my specific opinions to. Even at the shooting scene too, rather than I personally do the monitoring, the director told me that I should do my best in shooting a lot of scenes, for the editing to be easy later. In this day and age, it is a pros to not to have many disadvantages than to have many advantages.

It’s so much fun to watch the BTS members’ promotion activities as solo because each of the members’ unique colors are showing. I think on SUGA’s part, the most outstanding one is that he does not make any appearance for the local music programs, but he just go for a world tour.

As you know, a singer is a person that does concert. (laughs) At first, the album release would be a bit more earlier, but somehow it came out now. Each of the members are good at their own things. Every week, there are music shows that have been scheduled for to the extent that it just makes me realized how Koreans really love music, and I really like music shows, and I don’t have any hesitation in coming out on music shows, and more that anyone else, I think I’m a person that thought it’s an essential think to make an appearance in music shows. However, this album’s color are somewhat a bit equivocal to comes out on music shows, and more than anything else, fans are the biggest reasons why I’m releasing an album. If there’s no fans, then my music have no meanings, so the thing that the fans like the most is a performance, in other name, it’s tour. So, that’s how I decided to go on tour. I’m also going to do a this so-called idol-like promotions. I’m just a singer who does music, and I really don’t like the divisions of an artist, and an idol, but I wanted to show you the side of me that the fans like.

I heard a news that you’re preparing for a video call fan sign, up to a small meeting. These days you know that you have to master the challenge such as ‘I’m sorry for being too cute’ challenge, ‘pretty girl challenge’, ‘Poppy Poppy’ challenge, et cetera, right? (laughs)

I’m not even a person that usually takes picture, but I wonder what would be the things that the fans like, and so that’s how I decided to do a video call fan sign. There are list of challenges that I got them earlier that I have to practice for, and I also filmed my side of working hard in training it as content. (laughs) Actually, BTS was the first generation on YouTube. Ever since 13 years ago, we recorded the video of the members’ and uploaded them on the internet, and we were a group that recorded lots more of our contents that anyone else. Recently, for few years already, I haven’t done these things that I have always do, so I think this time, I came to do this video call fan sign while imagining that this is an extension of those things that I did like before.

You’ve been making music like breathing so far, and someday later we will be able to see those result, right? I’m curious what kind of album would we be able to meet in 2 to 3 years from now.

I don’t think the album called <D-DAY>would comes out now if I just went with the composed as it is from 3 years ago. It need to be flexible. There needs to be an intense song for performance, songs that many people would feel comfortable listening to, and song that would be necessary in each situation, of course. I don’t know what kind of music I’ll be doing in 2 to 3 years later, but perhaps the things that the fans like would be the one that comes out. Doing what the people who like me want me to do, because that's the essence of a person that I am.

Scans by: @SUGAisjomiro_ English translations by: @verritaee

[kneecapandribcageinverter]

Slime: (in lieu of writing, there is some sort of fluid stain on the page. It is still viscous in texture.)

Ghost: Incorporeal undead which only interacts with the physical if it wishes to. Cannot be harmed by mortal weaponry. Due to the fact that you can't fight it, you shouldn't try to. Ghosts are kept in this world because of somethingn very important that they have to do. If you ask politely what they want and offer help, you could fix their problem and they'd finally get to pass on. For example, one such ghost can be found in a cave south of Mount Harlon-

Skeleton: Can't go to college because he doesn't have any brains! Can't go to the olympics because he doesn't have any muscle! Can't watch scary movies because he doesn't have the guts! Can't win a duel because he doesn't have the nerve! Can't tell the unfortunate truth because he doesn't have the heart!

Zombies: Do not trust zombies. Brainless idiotic half-wits who somehow manage to trick you into swapping jobs with them, and then filling your monster manual page with horrible puns. Rotten bastards, the lot of them.

Mimic: There is no such thing as a mimic. The idea of a mimic was made up by rogues to trick people into avoiding chests so they could get all the good loot first. Eventually, they let a few spellcasters in on the trick so they could make the treasure actually seem to come alive. To prevent this, you should immediately rush up and grab the treasure before anyone else gets a chance to.

Death Knight: Tragic misunderstood figures who are the heroes of their own story, horrifically transformed into a cursed undead by the so-called "just" heavens.

Beholder: A lot of eyes that see a lot of things, including a paladin deserting his post before a big battle to get some succubussy and getting turned into a death knight as punishment.

Succubus: Totally worth getting turned into a death knight for, let's be real here.

Metallic dragons: There are two kinds of dragon: The kind, just, and benevolent Metallic dragons, and the rest of them.

Chromatic dragons: There are two kinds of dragon: The mighty, cunning, and beautiful Chromatic dragons, and the rest of them.

Gem dragons: Dragons who like to watch Metallic and Chromatic dragons get into arguments over dumb stuff. They still don't know we're here.

Owlbears: ROOOAAARHOOOOT.

Revenant: Undead that has exactly one year to kill that sonofabitch. And he's gonna use that WHOLE year. Just you wait.

Flesh Golem: Built with the express purpose of being a meat shield for stupid wizards who can't take care of themselves. Mouth is sewn shut, and they don't have a toungue anyway. Hands are made just for hitting. When they're hurt, wizards will heal them by striking them with lightning. This is remarkably short sighted, and you should instead consider giving them articulate hands and speech-capable mouths and vocal chords when you're making them, because they would probably be very good at singing and playing the electric guitar.

Iron Golem: Best deployed with a Flameskull companion. Though really, dungeon builders never look into potential synergies, do they? Iron golems are healed by fire, flameskulls are made of fire. Did anyone ever consider making the golem's chest like a birdcage and having the flameskull protected within, so it can launch fire from enemies while also healing its iron guardian? No, nobody thought of that!

Flameskull: Flameskulls just like to burn things. They don't want to be here any more than you want them to be here. Look, it's technically supposed to try and stop you from taking the treasure, but it hasn't been ordered to protect itself, nor has it been ordered to hurt people who aren't after the treasure. If you ask politely, you can crush its head. It'll come back to life soon enough, trust me, it'll thank you for the nap. Just, don't tell it what you're here for, it'll give you the plausible deniability, and you just give them a fucking nap. Please.

The Monster Manual but it's blatantly written by the monsters

[artemis32]

Transilience

Yandere Todoroki family x reader

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Please note that this is a little bit darker than what I usually write - if you’re sensitive to any of the topics listed below, please do not read this

word count - 4.6k

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tw - abuse, violence, slight mentions of drugging, stalking, child neglect?? (broader warnings in the tags - yandere-ness will start in part 2)

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part II

bnha masterlist

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The Todoroki family were an odd bunch, that much was clear. 

Something about them, about the way they acted - both around one another, and around others - was so glaringly different. Of course, no one was stupid enough to pry into the private lives of the family of a hero as powerful as Endeavor.

Not that he was the only one worthy of a careful amount of caution - all of them were fairly powerful in their own right.

And their private familial situation remained exactly that - private.

No one knew what exactly happened behind closed doors, and everyone preferred it that way. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie. 

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Enji and Rei Todoroki weren’t always so dysfunctional.

There was a time, just before Natsu was born, where they were happy with life - or, as happy as they could have been in a marriage such as theirs.

Touya and Fuyumi never knew the specifics as children, but after Natsuo was born, Toya specifically learnt exactly why they had been born. 

And really, what good were they if they couldn’t fulfill the one purpose they were meant to?

Fuyumi and Natsuo inherited their mother’s quirk, and they had no problems controlling it, but they weren’t what they should have been. They had no extraordinary abilities, no incredible control of their quirks beyond what anyone else could have achieved.

Touya himself could have been perceived as an even greater disappointment. While he had managed to inherit his father’s quirk, it didn’t mean much. He fell short in more ways than one, that much he knew. What use was a quirk like his if he only ended up hurting himself? No amount of precision and control could help him meet his father’s expectations.

Things were awkward, tense in their home for the longest time. Until their parents announced that they would be having a baby. A last ditch attempt to salvage their quickly crumbling family.

Only, the bland, quiet life they had been living quickly changed when they received some startling news. Good news, is what Rei insisted anytime one of her three children would bring it up.

It was discovered, somewhat late in the pregnancy, that Rei Todoroki was expecting twins. This had to be good news, surely? The supposed last ditch attempt was growing more plausible with every passing moment.

Their father became softer, somehow. He looked at his wife with loving eyes, spoke to her with soft words and gentle smiles. The change was almost disturbing. Rei took it in stride, and it seemed as though she had more life in her than she had even before she’d gotten married.

Touya didn’t hope for much, but he prayed, deep down, to whichever deity may be listening, that this miraculous change would stick.

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The twins, as they had been referred to throughout the pregnancy, were born in winter. 

Snow blanketed everything in sight, and the world looked peaceful and undisturbed, almost as though this was a moment stuck in time. 

The three Todoroki children were made to stay outside in the waiting room, but the snow covered landscape just beyond the window was too enticing to just look at.

They bundled up and snuck outside, laughing and squealing in the snow.

Hours later, after their faces turned pink and their hands went numb, they returned to the beige waiting room. 

As soon as they sat down, a nurse in a stark white coat opened the door and made her way to them. She’d crouched down before them and invited them to meet their new siblings.

They’d said yes, obviously, and bounced eagerly towards their mother’s bedside, standing on tiptoes to catch the smallest glimpse of the twins.

Rei gave them a tired smile and beckoned them onto her bed, and they scrambled up without waiting another moment.

Touya, in that moment, believed in love at first sight. Not the cliché type Fuyumi spoke about, not what you might read in a book or a manga, or see in a cheesy romance movie. 

No, in that moment, Touya felt burning love, the urge to protect, to shield and care for his newest siblings. 

Protect from what? Nightmares, maybe. Or bullies and older children. From their father. From mean teachers, from crushes and fantasy worlds, from anything that meant to do them harm.

He’d felt this urge before, albeit not as intensely, when Fuyumi and Natsuo were born. But now, staring down as the tiny fists grasping one another as the two of you held each other close, he promised himself that he would protect you. This time, he would not fail as he had before.

Natsuo and Fuyumi, huddled beside him on the mattress, had similar thoughts in that moment.

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Shoto got his quirk when he was four years old.

It was something of a miracle in your father’s eyes, as if his wish had finally come true after all these years. 

He’d been blessed with a child who had two quirks - quirks which perfectly complemented each other. 

After that, you didn’t see Shoto as often. 

For days, weeks, months, years, you’d waited. Patiently, like your mother and brothers and sister told you to, you waited. Only, no amount of waiting would change you fate.

You were quirkless.

The universe had a strange sense of humour, that much you were certain of.

Years of waiting and hoping, and your father had eventually gotten his golden child, one with two perfect quirks. Only, everything came at a price. And the price for his victory was you. 

You barely looked like your siblings, and you had no quirk, nothing that announced to the world that you were in fact a Todoroki. It didn’t affect you much, not until you were old enough to join school, to see how people fawned over your brother, and how they looked at you with such distain.

A year after Shoto got his quirk, Touya died.

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At ten years old, you accepted that you would never have a quirk. 

You also accepted the fact that your family, along with the rest of the world, liked your brother a lot more than they liked you.

That was actually something that you understood. Of course people would like Shoto - he was so perfect. Handsome, intelligent, physically perfect, and he had an incredible quirk. You understood that people would like him more than you.

On him, the quiet, critical attitude was seen as mysterious and cool. On you, it seemed like you were just a bitch, one that thought she was so much better than everyone else even though she didn’t have a quirk. You knew that that was what people said about you behind your back. You didn’t have the will to correct them.

You understood why people liked Shoto more than you.

What you didn’t understand is why you didn’t have a quirk.

You understood the science behind it, the genetic reasoning. You’d seen your fair share of doctors, each of them saying the same thing.

“It’s not uncommon for quirks to be unbalanced in twins - either they spilt a quirk exactly, or one gets everything, and the other gets nothing.”

A dumbed down version, said simply enough for five year old to understand.

Over the years, you learnt the specifics of it, but that didn’t change the outcome.

You were quirkless. 

You were quirkless and Shoto wasn’t.

You were quirkless because Shoto wasn't.

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Shoto joined UA at fifteen years old.

You tried to seem happy for him - not that he cared all that much about what you thought.

But no matter how much you smiled and congratulated him, it still stung.

Shoto was moving on with his life, improving in areas you would never be able to even imagine. 

Fuyumi and Natsuo were proud of him, they’d made that abundantly clear. They’d had a celebratory dinner, all of Shoto’s favourite food’s covering the table. They’d gotten him small gifts as well, clothing, books, small trinkets that seemed to hold some significant meaning - a meaning you couldn’t understand.

Your father, stoic as he was, had a small smile on his face, so obviously proud even though it was expected of the golden child to attend UA. You weren’t sure what your mother’s reaction was when she found out. You weren't allowed to see her.

Not wanting to be around their unnecessary cheer, you left quietly, ducking out the doorway before anyone noticed - not that they would. 

Sometimes you wondered what might have become of your life if things had been different.

If you had been the one to get a quirk and Shoto was the unlucky one. If the two of you had shared the quirk equally, like you’d begged and prayed for years. 

If Touya hadn’t died. He had been kind to you, regardless of your lack of quirk, regardless of your otherwise off putting personality.

You wondered what would have happened, had your mother not blamed her mental break on you. Maybe your siblings would be able to tolerate you. Maybe your father would give you a moment of attention.

Wondering never did much, but living in a fantasy land of what might have been was better than living in the dreary reality of what actually was.

And much like the past of what might have been, you would spend the next few years thinking about what might have been if you hadn’t left home that night, if you’d chosen to accept the cold shoulders and awkward silences, rather than choosing to escape for a few minutes.

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On your twelfth birthday, you hadn’t received a birthday gift.

Not surprising, considering you hadn’t gotten so much as a “happy birthday” in six years at that point, but for some reason, it hurt more on that year than it ever had in the past.

You’d spent the day away from home.

Throughout your little adventure, you explored the areas surrounding your home, and places further than that. You had seen more in those few hours than you had in your entire life, and it had been fun.

The highlight of your day, of the places you’d seen, had to be the large park you’d found near the end of the day.

Really, it could be described more as a forest than a park, but it had been filled with greenery - trees, grass, ponds and flowers. So many flowers.

By the time you’d returned home, it had been close to midnight. There were no comments or questions about where you had been. You didn’t tell anyone.

When things got too difficult, too overwhelming, too much; you went back there. It felt as though it was your own slice of heaven, tucked away for you and only you, stuck in time. 

You went there whenever Shoto, Natsuo or Fuyumi went to visit your mother. Sometimes you’d fall asleep there too, in no rush to return home.

Regardless of how often you went there, it remained your safe space - somewhere only you went, a place only you knew about.

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The sun had long since set, but still you remained seated on the comfortable patch of grass you’d found in your forest.

Time passed differently when you were here, and you got distracted easily.

You had managed to grab your bag right before you’d snuck out. Well, walked out. No one would say anything if they saw you leave. 

Regardless, you were grateful that you’d had the forethought to grab your bag. It meant you had something to pass the time with, to help distract yourself.

Currently, you were studying the thick textbook you’d bought about a month prior. Working your way through it was a slow-going process, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything, so you’d taken to reading through it with a critical eye.

You only went through it when you were alone. If your father were to catch wind of what you were researching, he might burn the book to ashes. Or worse, hit you like he had in the past. 

One thing you’d learnt over the years was that your father had a hairpin trigger when it came to his patience, especially for you. 

And if he discovered that you were researching quirks of all things? 

You were sure you’d end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Years prior, you’d taken a interest in the origins of quirks, and your father had nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. Why he’d gotten so upset, you would never understand. You didn’t really care either way.

The newest textbook you’d gotten your hands on was about quirks and trauma, something you’d never considered. It was an interesting concept, one that hadn’t really been tested out yet.

Much like a dormant genetic disorder, it is theoriesed that in the case of the quirkless individual (subject A), a stressor or trauma is required to activate the quirk gene. 

In the case of a physical stressor, extreme pain registers in the parietal lobe. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to pain than subject B (the individual with one or more quirks).

In the case of a mental stressor, shock, of whichever degree, registers in the amygdala. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to shock than subject B.

It can be deduced that an extreme of both or either stressor is needed to activate the dormant quirk gene in quirkless individuals.

NOTE: Further testing is required.

The lack of light finally began taking a strain on your eyes, so you decided to pack up and head home for the night.

Stretching your arms high above your head, your joints popped. Hours of sitting in the same position did not do your back any favours.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you were about to leave when you heard a crack behind you, like someone had snapped a pencil.

You stopped and looked around, then down at the floor, thinking - somewhat foolishly, in hindsight - that you’d left a pencil on the ground and stepped on it while you walked away.

Distracted with your search for the nonexistent pencil, you’re caught by surprise when your feet are knocked out from under you. You hit the ground awkwardly, your bodyweight slamming onto your shoulder as the breath was knocked from your lungs.

You lay there for a long moment, gasping in half breaths, trying to shake off the confusion in your mind.

Sitting up is painful, it sends wave after wave of rolling agony through your shoulder, down your arm, and it settles in your fingertips, which quickly turn tingly and numb. 

You taste blood. 

Prodding at your lip with your tongue, you find that it’s split and leaking blood. You have a small scrape on your forehead, one barely worth noting.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand and glance around, looking for whatever had knocked you clean off your feet.

The small clearing was as empty as it had been when you’d first arrived, hours ago. There wasn’t so much as a bird flying around. 

You were alone.

You were alone, until you weren’t.

A whistling sound towards your right catches your attention. You turn your head, intent on giving whoever was tormenting you an earful, when you’re blinded.

Light brighter than what could be generated by a torch fills your vision. You’re stunned, standing in slight shock, too afraid to move even one step without your sight.

The choice of whether to move or not is made for you as something heavy and hard hits you in the stomach.

You fold like a house of cards, dropping to the ground.

There’s a ringing sound now.

You’re disoriented, unable to see, nearly unable to hear. 

You can still feel though. And there’s a small pinprick, barely enough to register the pain. 

You black out before you can tell what happens next.

****

You’ve always hated hospitals.

When your mother had first been admitted to Fujiya Hospital, you’d visit her alongside your siblings. 

Back then, you hadn’t realised how much she hated you. You hadn’t realised that she blamed you for everything falling apart. The rest of your family soon felt similarly about you, or so you thought.

You used to patiently wait your turn to speak to your mother, standing straight and still just as you were taught. First was Fuyumi, telling your mother about her day, any noteworthy events. Next was Natsuo - he’d rarely tell her about his day. Instead, he’d ask about her condition, how she felt. Shoto always got to talk to her before you because he was older, a childish jibe he pulled whenever he wanted something you had.

Your mother would always be in a sour mood by the time you got to speak to her, eagerly talking about anything and everything, stumbling over your words in your haste. She never seemed to pay attention, always looking away from you, at a wall, or out a window, far into the distance. You’d always told yourself that she was tired, that since she spoke to all three your siblings before you, what you had to say wasn’t as exciting.

One day, nearly year and a half after she’d been admitted, your mother snapped. 

She told you exactly what she thought of you. Exactly how much she hated you.

Ungrateful brat. Bastard child. Worthless. Unlovable wench.

You had been too shocked to cry. Too shocked to do much of anything for a few days after that. There had been an incessant ringing in your ears in that moment, so you missed a lot of what she had said, but you’d heard a lot more than any child should ever have to in the few short moments before Natsuo had dragged you away.

While it was true that you’d never looked much like anyone in your family, you were indeed related to them. Enji didn’t seem to believe that for a while after you were born, and he’d argued with Rei a lot because of it. 

A few tests later, and he begrudgingly accepted that you were just different.

His tolerance for you dropped immensely when Shoto developed his quirk, and you proved to be an even greater disappointment.

Rei doted on Shoto, “protecting” him from your father. She grew frustrated with everything, and she took those frustrations out on you.

For most of your childhood, you had blocked out the way your parents had treated you. Enji’s treatment of you may have been bad throughout the years - he’d ignore you, occasionally slapping you around if you had particularly annoyed him. But Rei? She was the dark, foul creature that filled your nightmares.

Her words stung more than her rejection at times, and that day at the hospital had taken the cake. But the way she smacked you upside the head or across the face made Enji look like a gentle giant. She had no qualms about throwing random objects at you, whatever was within reach. No matter how much you wanted to believe the best of her, your mother hated you. 

You were sure she would kill you if she could.

The worst of everything she’d done to you over the years had to have been the fact that she blamed everything bad in her life on you. 

Oh, a glass broke in the kitchen? Your fault. Natsuo did badly at school? Your fault. Enji slapped her for interferring with Shoto’s training? Your fault. 

Touya’s death?

Your fault.

Shoto’s accident?

Your fault.

Your own mother being locked up in a hospital like a crazy person?

Your fault.

Your fault.

It was all your fault. Everything was your fault.

****

When you were eight years old, you had been knocked by a car.

It hadn’t been your fault. 

It wasn’t your fault.

You had been crossing the road, on the way home after school.

Shoto had been walking ahead of you, and you were running to catch up to him, eager to talk to him while you had the chance. He was your brother but you rarely got to see him - while he was busy training with your father, you were expected to cook and clean. “Pulling your weight” is what your father told you. You had to be of some use to them.

You had made sure that the road was clear when you crossed. 

There hadn’t been any cars, you were certain of it.

Only, you had made it a whole four steps into the street before you were knocked clean off your feet, rolling, skidding a few feet away. 

The person who knocked you had left immediately, and the police had never managed to catch them. Not that it mattered all that much.

You spent two months in hospital. 

A severe concussion, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, fractured wrist, slight brain swelling, and some internal bleeding.

Those months you spent in the hospital were pure torture. No one came to visit you - at least, not while you were awake. You’d find clothes, food, and occasionally books whenever you woke up from a drug induced sleep, but no one ever came to see you while you were awake.

The nurses and doctors didn’t speak to you either, other than to ask how you felt. They barely even looked you in the eye.

You returned to an empty home two months later, everyone going about their lives as if you barely existed.

You weren’t allowed to walk to school again after that.

****

You’ve always hated hospitals.

Which is why you were so unhappy to wake up in one again.

One thing was certain though. Waking up wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't smell bleach or disinfectant, you didn't hear a steady beeping or feel anything noteworthy. In fact, you barely registered that you were awake at all for a good ten minutes.

It was only when you sensed a slight shift to your left that you realised that you weren't unconscious, you weren't floating through dark, endless, nothingness.

You still couldn't hear anything.

In fact, it seemed as though all of your senses were dulled. Blunt.

Recalling what had happened right before you lost consciousness, you felt frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.

You spent a while like that, barely moving, barely breathing, in a state of near panic. It all came to a head the moment you felt a gentle hand lay itself on your arm, and a muffled noise, as if someone was trying to talk to you.

As if the person trying to talk to you could read your mind, they held you down the moment you tried to jump up and run. Not that you would’ve gotten very far, you realise a moment later when you open your eyes and see the room full of nurses before you.

The person holding you down, Natsuo, looks at you with alarming concern, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth pinched into a tight line. You’ve never seen him look so worried.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down. You’re fine, deep breaths.”

He says it as a command, not a gentle suggestion. 

You nod, still dazed and confused, but you do as he says. Taking the opportunity, you look around the room.

It’s more spacious than you had originally thought. The bed you’re laying in feels small and out of place in the stark white room. Large floor to ceiling windows cover one wall of the room, making the space look even brighter than normal. 

The light makes your head throb, and you close your eyes as you lean back. 

Someone had fluffed the pillows for you. It bothered you that you hadn’t noticed someone get that close to you.

Once your head stopped pulsing to an irregular beat, you open your eyes again, deciding it was wiser to stay laying down.

Natsuo was still talking.

The nurses had left the room.

“Natsuo.” You interrupted him.

You rarely interrupted anyone in your family. Your father in particular had made it abundantly clear that he would smack you into next week if you ever decided to speak over him. Naturally, you’d decided to not interrupt anyone in your family. You never knew when one of your siblings might let something slip to your father. 

But you felt as if you’d earned the right to interrupt someone, just this once.

Your brother looked up at you and hummed, prompting you to talk.

“What’s going on? The last thing I remember, I was about to head home, and then...”

You stopped. You had no idea how much he knew about your park, and you weren’t about to hand him that information on a silver platter. Besides, he seemed to have understood the gist of your question anyway.

“I was just getting to that. Here, drink this.”

He handed you a clear plastic cup. You sniffed it. Water.

You took a sip and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.

“Like I was saying, you were gone for a few days. Fuyumi wouldn’t sleep, and dad was getting a search party together and everything to go and look for you. Of course, Shoto was at school, and Fuyumi didn’t want to worry him, so no one told him you were missing.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at that. You’d been missing for days? How long had you been unconscious for? And your family had actually been concerned? Your father had been putting together a search party?

Sliding your hand up your arm, you pinched yourself until you drew blood. 

Huh. Not a dream then.

Natsuo continued on, oblivious to your internal turmoil.

“They found you behind some old warehouse in the business district, in an alleyway of all places. I thought you’d be half beat to death with how panicked dad sounded, but you were completely fine. There was nothing wrong with you - there is nothing wrong with you. But you’ve been unconscious for a week-”

“How long has it been exactly?” 

You interrupted him again.

“What?”

“How long has it been since I first went missing?”

He shook his head slightly, looking out the window for a long moment, then back to you.

“Nearly four weeks.”

You balked at his words.

Four weeks. 

You were unconscious for a month .

What on earth had happened. Why couldn’t you remember anything.

“Calm down. You-” 

Natsuo sighed deeply, taking a deep breath, steeling himself.

“You need to calm down. Things are not the same as they used to be - you've changed, so you need to learn how to control yourself. I don’t know how, it should be impossible.”

You were shaking now.

“Natsuo? Please, you’re scaring me.”

He did something then that shocked you.

Your brother hugged you. For the first time in ten years, your brother pulled you close and hugged you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

He spoke then, mumbling the words into your hair as he pushed your face into his chest.

As if - if he said the words softly, calmly, they would shock you any less.

“We were running tests, a routine check up and... Well, your results weren't the same as they had been before - before you disappeared that is."

He paused.

"I can't word it any other way - you have a quirk."

That should have scarred you.

It did scare you.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until he started gently rocking you back and forth, muttering reassurances into your ear.

But amidst your fear and uncertainty, you were happy.

Beneath the tears, you were smiling.

You had a quirk.

You had a quirk.

[sneezemonster15]

I once read a fic where sakura was written exactly in character and when she discovered n and s relationship she immediately got angry at naruto ( like I think she would in canon), but then some people started to flame the author about why are they writing sakura like that, like they're being too harsh on her.

So yeah, I think in some cases authors write H and S more likable so they don't upset anyone and get bullied.

Hmm it's plausible. However, writers usually write what rings true to them, what seems believable to them, otherwise it reads insincere and it shows in their writing. I can't say much in relation to fanfic writers given most of them aren't professional writers, they mostly just write for fun or self comfort.

What I do know for sure is that if one is sincerely writing a canonverse divorce SNS fic in Boruto era, one has to pay attention to the granular nuances that Kishi himself so shrewdly wrote and drew himself in Gaiden and Boruto the movie. He insistently puts repeated emphasis on how Sasuke mindfully keeps physical and emotional distance from Sakura. Their relationship looks dysfunctional, stilted and forced. While Sakura still tries to establish/force intimacy with Sasuke like usual, he still consistently keeps her at a distance, even now when they are married and have a child together, to the point he doesn't even know what his own daughter looks like. Sarada suspects her own mother is hiding something from her about her own father. Kishi succeeded to do one thing that he definitely wanted to achieve with Gaiden. To create doubt, suspicion. To make SS look shady and phoney. Because it just wouldn't have been in character for Sasuke to be happy or content in this sham of a marriage. Because he is a gay man stuck in a het marriage with a woman he doesn't like or respect. He is unhappy and displeased to see her, doesn't even crack a smile, hasn't seen her in years btw. They talk to each other in such a cosmetic manner, calling each other my husband and my wife. Never kissed, to Sakura's great dismay. Does this look like a dynamic that would facilitate Sasuke canoodling casually with Sakura?

Kishimoto insistently shows Naruto idle away his time at his office, counting headbands, even when there's nothing significant keeping him there. Like he purposely doesn't wanna go back home. He sends his clones to attend important ocassions with his family. But for Sasuke, he is always, always there in person. He sleeps anywhere but in his own master bedroom he shares with Hinata. His wife knows nothing worthwhile about him that she can tell to comfort her son about his own father. Instead, Kishi makes Sasuke satisfy Boruto's curiosity that Hinata wasn't able to. Naruto thinks of Sasuke when receiving the love bento and not Hinata who made it for him. His own son reminds him of Sasuke and not his spouse who birthed him.

Both these families are pointedly portrayed as highly dysfunctional. The husbands aren't there more than 90 percent of the time, the women know nothing of worth about their husbands. Sakura doesn't even know if Sasuke wears glasses. They have been married for over 12 years, happy families who have been together for such a long time don't behave like this. Naruto and Sasuke look perennially tired, wretched, and downright miserable.

If two gay men were forced by circumstances to keep appearances, by being married to entitled and self absorbed women they have no love for, wouldn't this be exactly how they would behave? These women who were only motivated by what the boys represent and not by who they really are. Hinata and Sakura don't know their own husbands. And it's in character for both of them. A spouse who wants to possess their object of desire without any concern for anyone but their own selves, wouldn't they behave exactly like Sakura and Hinata? They would.

And thing is, when the boys are with each other, they clearly look like their older selves. Spirited, lit up. Happy. Never with their families.

When writing a divorce SNS fic, one has to at least try to write a believable narrative. And no one has to even look anywhere else, just look to Kishi, he has already given us a lot of material to judge and interpret the characters the way it would be, realistic, believable. Kishi's writing rings true.

Naruto and Sasuke are akin to two outsiders living in a world that doesn't or wouldn't acknowledge their truth. A world where they can't be their true selves. An unfair and prejudiced world. A reflection of the real world as understood by Kishi. Naruto and Sasuke are driven to live in the shadows, having secret meetings. So if one decides to write a fic where they are made to officially unite, they will need to acknowledge the reality of world that had been stopping them until now. Hinata and Sakura are not only part of this world, but are also complicit in Naruto and Sasuke's suffering. So if one wants to portray a narrative that culminates into Naruto and Sasuke taking a stand against the world that had been the reason they were apart till now, then one will need to portray this world in character, including Hinata and Sakura. Otherwise, the narrative will not only not ring true, it will be disrespectful and unjust to Naruto and Sasuke's characters.

And then and only then, will their union look justifiably and accurately portrayed. If Kishi's worldbuilding depicts Konoha to be unsupportive of same sex relationships, and Naruto and Sasuke are a part of this world, then one will have to develop the narrative accordingly to justify their official union. If you write this world, which includes Hinata and Sakura, out of character, then you aren't really doing justice to SNS canon narrative, nor to Sasuke and Naruto's own characters.

Before anyone leaves some whiny, non-sense comment or remark about subjective interpretation on this post, please know that I don't have the energy nor the patience to deal with such comments kindly. Please really think about what I am saying. Deconstruct canon narrative, peel the layers, see what lies underneath. The issue I am talking about is bigger than some sorry ass fic. If you don't depict the challenges and conflicts of the characters in a well rounded way, you will never be able to write a believable or just narrative. Characters are not written in abstraction, they don't come out of oblivion. They are shaped by their surroundings, people around them, their world's weltenschaung, their accepted way of life, a certain philosophy, a belief system. Without taking that into account and building the narrative accordingly, one simply can't write a story or characters that ring true. And Kishi KNOWS this, given he is a master writer. Look to him, be guided by him, if one can't figure it out by themselves. Do your due diligence. Put some effort and understanding in it. Watch other gay media for research, see how these dysfunctional relationships are portrayed. Try and stay true to gay narratives, establish the gay characters' conflict, their struggles, their compromises, their woes, their bitterness with respect to the world they live in. If you wanna write a fic that does justice to SNS and Sasuke and Naruto's characters ie.

[kannra21]

Hii, i have like THE BEST IDEA

Can you write a scenario with MC asking the brothers + the dateables (minus Luke) to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape ?

I would be so exited to read that😩

Hey!!

I'm not a writer and I never wrote nsfw before but I'd be damned if I didn't try. 😂 I did the thing just for funsies, so enjoy.

🔞MINORS DON'T INTERACT🔞

F!MC asking the brothers + dateables (minus Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and Mephisto bc I don't know them well) to recreate the tape

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.　

LUCIFER

He did his paperwork in his secret study as usual when you entered the room, holding a small camera in your hands and mumbling that silly question under your breath. Nice going MC, there's no turning back now except digging your hole a bit deeper into another circle of hell and maybe, just maybe, ending up burning yourself. Which would be plausible considering the look that Lucifer just gave you. Now the ever-burning flames of inferno didn't seem half so bad of an idea.

The avatar of pride smirked, clearly enjoying the newfound situation you got yourselves in, "I'm sorry MC but I think I didn't hear that correctly. Could you repeat it?"

You felt embarrassment tugging at your every nerve. You knew exactly how much he was enjoying poking fun at you. That idiot. That jaw-dropping, head-spinning, stupidly gorgeous idiot.

"It's just that you overwork yourself all the time and I could use a break from studying you know..."

You hid your face behind the stupid device that barely served its purpose and fell silent to his teasing.

He stood up from his seat in a calm demeanor and started undoing his tie, putting up a little show just for you.

"There's no need for excuses, my love. I missed you just as much."

He came up to you, threw his tie around you and pulled you gently towards himself. Your smaller frame now pressed slightly against his own but still leaving enough room, making you wish for more. His soft baritone voice tickled the left side of your ear and sent shivers through your body, "I suppose a small break wouldn't hurt anyone. What is it that you wanted to show me?"

He doesn't know much about the Kardashians or reality shows in general. He's more interested in human art and culture... and you, a different sort of art (haha such a simp). When you showed him the tape he thought it was a bit tasteless, no offense (the tape is from 2007 after all).

You ended up creating your own sex tape that was hundred times more sensual and passionate. He fell head over heels for you, especially for your "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" attitude. Family breakfast the next day was totally awkward considering that everyone ate in complete silence. They knew exactly what happened yesterday because your moaning resonated through the entire house. Asmo broke it by admitting how happy he was for both of you and you covered your face in shame. In contrast to you, Lucifer was clearly unbothered. His reasoning was that "this act is completely normal for two people in love". In fact, he was so proud to have the most beautiful gf in all three realms. And, of course, he was happy that others knew just how good his dick made you feel. His and nobody else's.

Usually he drinks demonus or gold hellfire newt syrup to put himself in the mood. Now he's using the tape to remind himself just how perfect you felt under his touch and he's already good to go.

MAMMON

He was in the middle of a call with his modeling employer when you suddenly, and quite shamelessly, proposed the idea to him. The poor guy couldn't bring himself to speak anymore, his face was aflame and his pants felt unusually tight.

"Ss...s..sure I'll c..call you tomorrow. YES I'm fine! I'm TOTALLY fine haha! *dies inside* See ya." *ends the call* "MC YA CAN'T JUST SAY THAT DURING AN IMPORTANT CALL, MY HEART ALMOST GLOCKED!" He was too cute like this.

Of course he knew about the Kardashians, one of the wealthiest families of the human world (which he wishes to collaborate with someday... okay, maybe steal a couple of values while he's at it). He heard of their line of men's wardrobe and cosmetics. People were spreading it all over social media and it would be a real shame if he didn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot. However, he wasn't familiar with the tape (which was the reason behind their popularity to begin with). When you showed it to him, he was so turned on- eyes roaming everywhere but the screen in front of him and his face flushed in embarrassment. The tsundere was back in town.

"Are ya okay with this? I...I mean, of course ya want to do it with The Great Mammon, who else? It's just that... I wanted to check if you're ready for this..."

By this he meant if you're ready to lose your virginity to him this soon. He wasn't expecting you to take his hand and literally push it in your pants, you idiot. You were so wet for him that every ounce of his rational thought flew off the window. He growled, took you in his hands and threw you on the bed with him. From this moment you knew- you won't be leaving his room anytime soon.

You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot about the whole filming thing, so there was a promise of the next time and Mammon's heart swelled with joy.

If you thought that Lucifer was the possessive type then you were greatly mistaken. Mammon is the avatar of greed, it's practically engraved in his name. He bought you a cum necklace so that "you'll always have a little piece of him with you wherever you go". Demons have a more sensitive smell than humans so it'll drive them away. You take it off when hanging with the bros because you don't want them to look at you weird. No worries, Mammon will make it weird nonetheless. He'll give you his cologne just in case his brothers got any funny ideas. He wanted to ensure that you were absolutely taken and that none of them would even think about making a move on you during his absence. You don't see a problem with it since you love Mammon just as much. To make it even- he's wearing your own version of the necklace and keeping some of your belongings in his car like hoodie or panties for him to jerk off with.

LEVIATHAN

He was playing video games when you knocked on his door.

"What's the secret phrase?"

"The second lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools."

"Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter."

It was funny how you still played this game with Levi although you knew each other well by now. It's not that he wouldn't let you in his room- little things like knowing specific info from his favorite series meant a lot to him. It showed how much you cared about him and his interests. When you entered, he greeted you with a big smile on his face.

"Hey MC, I'm playing Bad Demon Slayer! Would you care to join me?" When you explained the motive for your arrival he showed clear disinterest.

"Ew, no offense MC but why would we do this normie stuff? We're better than this."

"Because my idiot bf is incapable of giving me the time of day. You weebish, pathetic excuse for an otaku." You had already noticed his face flushing and tent growing in his pants.

"I..I have a suggestion." *he hands you his console similar to the Nintendo Switch you had at home* "This will help in distracting you from whatever I'm about to do, o..okay?"

You liked the idea so much that you instantly stripped down and spread yourself wide open in his bathtub. Since you were playing the games on his console, it allowed him to push and poke and test whatever piqued his interest without making it too awkward, at least for himself. Your occasional moaning helped him with figuring out what made you more comfortable and, once he got the hang of things, you felt so good that you completely forgot about the console and everything you were able to think about was him. He used his tail on you and let's just say that you discovered a new kink you didn't know you had. After the first round, he insisted on going again so you watched anime porn (hentai?) to get yourselves into the mood which you did. After the second round, he wanted to try out cosplay but you needed a short break to catch some breath beforehand. Jeez, what have you done? You "unlocked" a sex monster. After the third round, you laid together in each other's arms and dozed off.

"I guess this is one of the fewer normie activities I'm able to tolerate," he murmured and you laughed in his chest. His bathtub wasn't exactly the most comfiest bed in the world, but it was great because it squished you together and you enjoyed the warmth that his body provided. You also loved his notable cedarwood fragrance with musky notes. Funny, you would have never taken him for the type who uses cologne because he's almost never leaving his room. Still, it was a nice detail.

He's still unable to look at the tape, so you were more than welcome to keep it. Pls keep it haha!

ASMODEUS

A special event is being held at The Fall and all the big names have been invited. So, naturally, he needed to look extra pretty for the occasion and that's why he needed YOUR assistance. Yes, yours, because nobody else has a sense of style the way you do. And since you were helping him with all the "important life decisions", you were joining in on the fun + he paid for everything because he felt extra generous today (and because he needed to spoil his precious little kitten once in a while, it's all. ♡)

You spent hours on shopping, then beauty salons and afterwards you visited the massage center since you were, as Asmo claimed- "walking the entire day and in need of a fulfilling relaxation experience ♡".

You came back home, stored all your shopping bags in your respective rooms and entered the jacuzzi (another excuse for relaxation). You talked about all kinds of topics- some viral DevilTube videos, beauty tips, your love lives, even sex poses.

To Asmo, it came as a second nature- he was the avatar of lust after all. Being the more experienced of the two, he discussed every type off the top of his head and gave his honest opinion on it. What he didn't know is the effect this had on you and your tights rubbing together to help you ease the frisky feeling building inside. Spending time with Asmo was such a common occurrence for you that you completely forgot that you were sitting in a luxury tub resembling the "Temple of Love" in Versailles with a guy, both butt-naked as the day you were born. You either never really paid attention or you were seriously that oblivious, but the way his wet hair shone under the dim chandelier lighting or the way his muscles barely protruded through his lean form, did things to you. He noticed your eyes wandering and not just around water covered in rose petals. Asmo learned a long time ago that you were immune to his demon charm, so he thought that discussing sexual subjects with you wouldn't be such a big deal but apparently- he was wrong.

"Oh, sorry MC. You should've told me to stop the moment I started talking about it... Unless you really liked what you heard~"

When you suggested the tape idea, he was overjoyed. Of course he's familiar with the Kardashian tape- the start of western indulgence. Only Diavolo knows how many times he was summoned to satisfy the deepest pits of humans' carnal desire. Humans were impure creatures by default, and although you bore angelic blood thanks to Lilith, some things never changed. You weren't like any other human though- you were special to him.

It was already evening when you arrived home so the "bathing time" was prolonged until you decided to switch to his bed and practice "another form of relaxation". Long story short- Asmo's the best at aftercare and you felt like a literal princess. You kept the tape and made sure you gave him the copy the next day. Although he refused to watch it because of the new sex poses he wanted to film with you depending on your schedule. Oh, you're worried that you won't be flexible enough? Don't worry, you'll be~

SATAN

You were minding your own business when someone knocked on your door.

"Hey MC!"

"Not today, Satan."

"What?"

"Nah forget it, it's not even funny. Come in."

When he entered your room, he handed you the book that he borrowed from you and lent you something from his own collection as well. You were holding a book marathon where each was supposed to read at least one book per week, considering that the read was meant to be quick and easy on the tongue, since you didn't want to burden yourself with more work on top of your school responsibilities. Satan came up with the idea because he wanted to "spread his horizons" and you just so happened to bring your favorite juicy stories from home this weekend. It... wasn't exactly his cup of tea to begin with, but that's why he insisted on it so much- he wished to enjoy your interests without unnecessary judgment or criticism. Reading was all about having fun. Refusing to read different genres was equivalent to closing the doors towards greater knowledge. You were watching him expectantly, wearing that shit-eating smile as you waited for him to share his final impressions on your latest recommendation. Needless to say- his face was flushed and his eyes were intently avoiding yours.

"Thank you for the book. It was... very erotic."

You burst into laughter and he "Oi"-ed in disappointment.

"Were you pranking me just now?! If so, your plan has definitely failed because I read the whole thing in just two days. It was no big deal."

"Oh, two days? So it was this interesting to you~" You enjoyed teasing him, partly because you loved how worked up he gets over simple things and he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"I took the task seriously and read the whole thing as promised. It... wasn't that bad."

Your face perked up in curiosity and he continued.

"I appreciated the story's build up and the emotional aspect that the main heroine and her love interest shared. They gradually got closer as the plot proceeded despite all the hardships and it was overall an interesting read. Solid 5/10."

"Seriously?! You started praising it so well and then gave it such a shit rating! You're so contradictory."

"You know how much I love murder mysteries, this story didn't have any of them. Plus- I raised the rating by a number just because of the heroine's cat."

"C'mon you jerked to it. Admit it."

"... Ok 6/10."

"YES! XD" you cheered over such stupid reasons that he couldn't help himself but to smile a little. You were such an idiot, and yet he loved you more than anything. However, you caught him off guard when he processed your next words.

"We can... recreate some of the scenes if you want..." your request was followed by a short silence and you covered your face in embarrassment, "Forget it, it's stupid."

"I'd like that."

You uncovered your face and felt your heart skip a beat.

"Just make sure to lock your room so nobody could barge in on accident."

"Even so, wouldn't it be suspicious? I'm never locking up the doors. They'll wonder what's going on."

"Don't worry, they'll hear the reason."

He gave you one of his seductive smiles and your face went aflame. You rummaged through drawers for the keys which felt like decades to find, hands shaky from all the hurrying (and excitement).

Sure, he predicted Mammon or Asmo knocking on your door for whatever annoying reason. He wasn't expecting Lucifer of all people standing at your doorstep, asking you to join him for a moment. Perfect timing. Satan picked up the pace and pounded harder into you- your broken cries and moans and all the filth echoing between your shaky legs enough evidence for the (now traumatized lmao) avatar of pride to take his leave.

You suggested the Kardashian tape for your second round and he agreed to whatever, as long as he could feel more of you because your pussydrunk bf was this desperate for your touch aw.

He's not leaving your side the following day. He's a dotting bf and he's taking good care of you (mby I'm biased now but he's the best bf material, he'd always baby you so much it's almost impossible to believe that he's the avatar of wrath). He also made fun of Lucifer for walking in on you lol.

BEELZEBUB

Surprisingly, not horny at all unless you're exercising with him in the gym he visited so often. Other demons already assumed you're a thing considering that you're always arriving together. Despite no one wanting to approach you because of fear of getting on the giant's bad side, they still gave you side glances or checked you out briefly. And whether their interests were driven by hunger or sexual attraction, you managed to ignore it and concentrate on your workout. Well, for the most part. Which doesn't mean that you weren't feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. Sure, Beel was a dense guy from the day you met, but he wasn't ignorant of your problem and he wanted to help you the best way he could. He avoided fights and tried to talk to the owner about their gym etiquette. Sadly, to no avail. You were offered a security guard in case you felt threatened by other gym users, but there wasn't a need for it since Beel was built like two bodyguards combined. You were just hoping for some basic respect from fellow gym visitors. However, the owner couldn't give someone a restraining order based on just "a couple of glances". Disappointed, you returned to your training equipment and continued with your exercise.

"If you're still not feeling well we can leave this place. We're not required to stay here."

"It's okay Beel. Maybe he's right. Maybe I was just exaggerating."

The longer you stayed, the more irritating it got and Beel couldn't stand looking at you keeping up with everyone's harassment. He took your hand in his own and brought you to the changing room where he could at least make you feel safe. You both ate at the bench and talked about random things that put a smile on your face. Excluding his undying obsession with food, Beel could be very compassionate and sweet towards you, the way nobody else could be. You needed to watch your language around Lucifer. Satan and Belphie were troublesome. Mammon, Levi and Asmo annoyed you in their own ways. Other demons mistreated you. Only Beel felt like your safe place and it was in the middle of your conversation that you realized just how deeply you'd fallen for him... and how nicely his muscles shone under the white led lights of the empty locker room. You got bolder and asked him if you could lean on him to take some rest and he complied. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hands around his biceps. He was so strong... you really felt safe in his presence.

"If only they could realize that we mean business and leave you alone..."

Beel's thoughts gave you a naughty idea but you needed to ensure that he was absolutely okay with it. You suggested locker sex, so if they heard both of you, they'd most likely avoid you in the long run. His face turned bright red and you wondered if you'd crossed the line. To your relief- he wasn't bothered in the slightest. He locked the doors to give you some privacy but he didn't know where to begin with, so you showed him the Kardashian sex tape for the reference. One thing was sure- Beel was amazing at oral. In fact- he was so good that everyone at the gym knew and refrained from looking at you the moment you returned to your previous spots.

Your mission was accomplished and your day fulfilled. However, Beel wasn't nearly as satisfied as he would have liked, so he asked if you could continue with your ministrations at home. Your eyes were basically shining by now.

BELPHEGOR

He was skipping classes. You were skipping classes. You were alone at home. Only one logical conclusion could be drawn from this- you were napping (I knew what you were thinking perv no you didn't).

Belphie loved holding you in his arms during those peaceful morning naps because of how warm and soft you felt against him and he really liked your scent. It comforted him. You two were always hanging in the attic when wanting some alone time and although this was formerly the place he dreaded the most, it now turned into something special because of your first time spending together and your determination to get him out of there. You were so selfless at this particular moment. You didn't really have any use of helping him, but you still took it upon yourself to make sure that he felt loved again and he wanted to return your affection with the same measure, if not more.

One of the things he liked to do during those intimate moments with you was lightly trailing his fingers on your skin. It gave you goosebumps and it made him happy how comfortable he made you feel. And although he refused to admit- he was jealous of Mammon and Asmo for being the clingiest of the bunch and he hated sharing you with them. He loved his brothers, especially Beel, but he wanted to be the one who held that special spot in your heart and sometimes he wondered if maybe he was being too selfish in his wishing. He'd come to the planetarium every single night and wish for your happiness upon the stars. If only he was the reason behind your smile. Behind your moans and cries, your passion and love. If only. But he wasn't. Because of the way you held your gaze with Lucifer. The way you hugged with Mammon. The way you laughed with Levi. The way you flirted with Asmo. The way you snuggled to Satan. The way you ate with Beel. He felt insecure. Sometimes he thought that you're just sticking around out of pity so he wouldn't feel more miserable than he already did. He loved you, more than the human world itself. But he was afraid that he wouldn't live up to your love. That's why he needed to work harder for you. To be more approaching, more dearing, more territorial in a sense that won't make you uncomfortable which he feared the most btw. If only you knew how much you meant to him.

He hugged you tighter while spooning you and his silent "I love you" tickled past your earlobe. Unbeknownst to him, you harbored the same kinds of feelings for him as well. Sure, you were affectionate with his brothers, but that's all there is to it. Belphie was special- he listened to your problems and he comforted you on days when you didn't feel so hot. He was there for you in good and bad, through thick and thin. You were practically flooded with happiness when you heard those three little words leaving his lips.

Of course you recreated the Kardashian tape, Belphie gave you the dirtiest treatment worth of a slut that you are, but later on he only peppered you with more hugs and kisses. You loved your lazy foul-mouthed bf Belphie. ♡ And he loved you more than anything in the entire world.

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DIAVOLO

And there he was- the man, the myth, the legend himself. The Future King of The Devildom. Sitting mouth agape from the words that just spilled from your mouth.

"Why in the middle of our afternoon tea?"

"You either watch me touch myself right here and risk Barbatos walking in on the show or you take me to your room and fuck me like an actual demon lord."

"You're suggesting I'm not living up to the title?"

"You're acting like a pussy."

You were either really brave or really crazy, because any normal person would've run for their dear life by now to escape the strongest demon's wrath. But not you- the exchange student who dominated all seven deadly sins and did whatever the hell she wanted. Even Solomon looked up to your power despite being a skilled sorcerer himself. You were the reason the three realms almost broke apart. You were the G.O.A.T. and you knew it. You also knew how precious you were to Diavolo's plan in strengthening all the three realms through the exchange program so logically- he'd never hurt you. But you took it upon yourself to test his patience right then and there. Not only did you order him around, you also dragged his name. You expected him to throw you over his shoulder and fuck you senseless to prove what a demon of his caliber was made of. However, you were taken aback by his following reaction-

He smiled the sweetest smile but his words were like poison to you, "I take it that uncultured bitches in heat such as yourself didn't learn the basics of dignity when visiting other people's properties or dining at their respectable homes. Am I right?"

The shame that overflowed you was too much to take and you prayed for the floor to swallow you whole. You covered your face and wished to disappear into the thin air. Maybe being killed by The Crown Prince of The Devildom was a better option than being humiliated like this.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it'd turn you on."

"... Why would you think that?"

"You're a demon so I assumed... well, I was wrong. And I'm so sorry."

The fact that you wanted to seduce him and not outright disrespect him put a genuine smile on Diavolo's face. Diavolo's problem was- sometimes he understood things too literally and he needed assistance in helping him explain other people's intentions. Being isolated from the outside world since childhood has taken a tool on his social life. Now he felt bad.

And while you were distracted by your chanting fits of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s- he knelt next to you to your left, took your hand in his own and kissed it delicately. The fact that the king himself was kneeling before you made you cry even more and the humiliation, shame and embarrassment were almost unbearable. Barbatos noticed your misery and offered his help but Diavolo refused and asked for some alone time. He wanted to regain whatever was left from your broken trust. He stood up and took you by your hands, making you stand up on your feet as well. He hugged you and held you like this until your cries died down to a whisper.

"It wasn't my intention..."

"It's okay. I know." Diavolo shushed you and kissed your head. And despite the readhead's attempts to make you feel better, you still felt like you won't be able to live this down. And it was true- the relationship between you two has majorly changed now and refusing you would only make things more awkward the next time you meet each other. You were lucky he liked you back tho. He bowed down to your level and whispered into your ear-

"Would you like to be my queen so you can order me around however you want? Because I wouldn't mind."

"You seriously don't have to-"

"I insist."

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it, locking his eyes with yours. Now you were the one at a loss for words.

"I'm a gentleman before I'm a demon, so I want to take things slow with you. Before I fuck you- would you like to go on a date with me? I promise that it'll be the best fun you ever had. But if I'm not living up to your expectations, you can leave and everything will be okay between the two of us. Please, don't feel pressured to stay because of what just happened."

God, what did you do to deserve him? Nothing. And yet he tried so hard for you that you couldn't help but comply. You agreed to go on a date with him and he was so happy that he scooped you in his arms and kissed you passionately.

Maybe you made a good decision after all. Although you were a hair strand away from losing the best thing that ever happened to you.

BARBATOS

Despite being a butler and a busy one on top of that, he always found time to meet up with you because of his power to see the future and choose the one which was the most convenient for both of you. Lord Diavolo forbids him from using his power for personal gain, but you were an exception to the rule. So he entered a couple of doors leading to a certain future situation to clean Young Master's mess, leaving him with less work and more time to spend with you. It was stressful and it was tiring, but he'd do anything to see your beautiful smile again.

It was unusual, he never felt like this towards anyone in thousands of years of his career. He swore to himself that he'd never lose sleepless nights thinking about the person he loves and yet there he was- thinking of nothing but you. You can only imagine the surprise on Diavolo's face when Barbatos gave him Mandragora Tea instead of Hellfire Rose Tea and he never makes mistakes, matter of factly. The demon butler has fallen head over heels for you. Congrats girl- you've gotten yourself a dream boat.

Because of his intervention with the future, he set himself a day-off and called you over to the Demon Lord's Castle on a baking date. You were making all kinds of desserts together and sampled the ones that didn't end up so well. A bit of cream remained on the corner of your lips and Barb would casually come up to you and kiss the remaining bits away, making you all warm and flustered. Your butler bf was so smooth in the most unpredictable of ways. Or was he planning this all along? You wondered how far into the future he could look to predict certain actions. However it may be, you felt safe with him. Moreover- it meant that he could warn you of all the troubles happening beforehand and assist you in the time of need. Despite being a powerful sorceress yourself, you felt like you could rely on him. That brought comfort to both of you because Barb took great joy in helping you.

Maybe Mammon was your first demon you made a pact with, but Barb was the last and he wanted to have the same impact on you the way Mammon always bragged about your relationship and emphasized how much it meant to him. Barb wanted to be special to you as well, and you proved it in your own ways by going out with him tea shopping or snuggling up to him in his bed listening to your favorite music.

He hated his tail being touched, but you were the only one whom he allowed to do so. He liked being close to you like this and you noticed that Barb didn't smell of anything in particular besides maybe a couple of herbs from the tea shop that you'd visited this afternoon. It's because of the nature of his job that he refuses to wear any strong fragrances and you hugged him closer in hopes that your perfume would somehow imprint on his own clothes. When he realized what you were doing, he kissed you and you stroked his tail which made him even more eager. You won't believe it- but your beloved demon bf is getting a hard-on from your touch only. Your hand gliding up and down his smooth and sensitive tail did things to him and he loved wrapping it around one of your limbs while making out or cuddling. It made you feel more connected and safe.

Barbatos never had a person he could trust himself with. He was always considered "the most powerful of all beings", but that's because he had never let himself rely on anyone else before. He always had his own back and that's how it has always been. Until the day you entered his life- so getting Barb to open up to you was a big deal by itself. And since then, the two of you have shared a special bond not even fate could break. Because he'd stop the passage of time dead in its tracks just for you.

Horny Barb was another sort of demon. The only thing that never changed was the way he treated you like royalty and you wanted to return the favor by recreating that hot tape everyone talked about. Don't get him wrong- he fucked before. But it's been such a long time and he wanted to make sure that you felt absolutely comfortable with him, so you discussed all kinds of things- from safe words to what toys you wanted to use. He thought of everything and ever since your first dating experience till this day- no one has paid so much attention to your own pleasure the way Barb did. He got off to your happiness and you knew he was a keeper from this very moment.

When you thought that you were done and prepared yourself for sleep- no, that's where the interesting part began. Barb can also open a portal to the dream world so brace yourself for more fun in another universe which, depending on your preferences, could be just as exciting and pleasurable. Wherever you go, he'll go with you because that's the kind of lover he was. Before he thought he could be this caring only towards Young Lord, but now you were of similar importance to him and he really hoped that Diavolo wouldn't make a big fuss over it which would be pretty funny btw.

No offense to the guys, but you asked Diavolo if you could change residences from House of Lamentation to Devil Lord's Castle and he agreed if it meant making your stay at the Devildom more comfortable. So you basically got Diavolo's blessing and Barb's room became your own. Now you were always together.

SIMEON

Ngl you were a bit surprised by the outfit choice when you first met at the RAD, him being introduced by no other than Diavolo himself. Why were demons so overdressed and angels so underdressed? Where was the logic in that? It opposed everything you ever learned at your religion classes. Now you felt like a total delinquent because a) you couldn't just ask an angel why he was dressed like a male escort and b) at a loss for words, you kept staring at his exposed hips and wondering if he wore a leotard or just a regular shirt underneath. God, the unholy thoughts that kept wandering through your head. And he smiled so politely as if he didn't know what kind of effect this had on you. Did he have any self-awareness? From a logical standpoint, you concluded that this might be due to them being holy creatures like that time when Adam and Eve were naked but not ashamed because they had a perfect conscience. But then again- he didn't look anything like an ordinary angel so logic couldn't be applied here. This was so confusing.

It confused you even more when he covered Luke's ears from hearing all the dirt that the avatar of lust conveyed. He was also familiar with kinks and you thought about whether angels were prone to consuming offensive content or if it was just Simeon. It made sense tho, because he was a writer in his free time- writing a good book requires lots of knowledge from different fields, so maybe he was more progressive and open to diversity than the rest of the angels who were just blindly following the rules.

The more you were hanging out, the more you realized how pure he was from a personal level. He was a shining example of an angel- always caring and thoughtful. So lovely that sometimes he'd catch you off guard by his rebellious side. He'd subtly flirt with you by touching hands and whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one was looking, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Angel was a daring one. And he could be anything you wanted him to be, as long as it made you happy.

He loved how good you were with Luke and in moments like this he'd imagine the three of you as a cute little family, away from Michael's threats and Diavolo's plans for you. It helped him face his challenges through the day. He hated the way Diavolo was using you as a means of pursuing his personal interests when you were supposed to have a saying in the matter too. He wanted to be your guardian angel, wrap you in his wings and never let you go.

That's what he did during one of Diavolo's invitations to the Demon Lord's Castle. Initially, the aim of the retreat was for demons, angels and humans to intermingle so that each could gain a better understanding of the other. What Simeon didn't like was the way everyone turned into their true forms, which didn't necessarily make them more intimidating, but they certainly had the upper hand in the situation and demons never really did that unless they were provoked into conflict. So Simeon took you to one of the rooms, seated you on the bed and you talked. You told him about Lucifer threatening you and hurting your hand, which was the first time you saw the angel this upset. He and Lucifer were good friends from back in the days and he didn't understand why he, of all people, would've done something like this to you. He suddenly grew very overprotective of you. He was grateful to Solomon covering up for him when he did because, if it weren't for him, only Michael knew what kind of disaster could've occurred. The worst possible outcome would've been the announcement of another war and tbh nobody would like that. He knew he didn't have a good feeling about this whole event.

First, he healed your hand and then he asked if you wanted to go downstairs and rejoin them, to which you decided to stay. You sat further on the bed, settled yourself between his legs and leaned your back on his chest. He then proceeded to put his head on your shoulder and wrap his hands around you in some sort of comfort position. You were surprised by the beautiful white wings emerging from either side of your body like they were shielding you from the outside world, forming their own bubble of vulnerability and protection.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you touched his feathers and he let out little noises from how sensitive his wings were. It made you laugh until you felt something poking at you from behind and he apologized. He expected you to be uncomfortable by his reaction only to realize that you were grinding against him and one thing led to another.

When you suggested recreating the tape, he was a little concerned and didn't approve of it right away until further conviction. He hated the way the celebrity couple did it because it was lewd and emotionless (which is the reason why they broke up). He wanted to make you feel loved, that's what he was always aiming for. But if that's what you really wanted, then he couldn't really say no to you.

You did a bit different version of the tape so that both of you could feel comfortable doing it.

Simeon was a big cuddler and he'd pepper you with hugs and kisses while holding you in his arms. You were meant to part soon because the devs were probably looking for you by now and you hated to disturb such an intimate moment between you. You promised to pay him a visit to the Purgatory Hall soon.

SOLOMON

Wizard grandpa! 🤠 You never really knew on what terms the two of you were because of his chaotic mannerisms towards you. One moment he was tickling you and kissing your cheek and the next he was suggesting buying you friendship bracelets. You were constantly tossed between the friendship zone and out of it and then back to it and then out of it again like some rodeo of never-ending doom. The rush of butterflies you'd get in your stomach would be replaced by the cold stabbing feeling of disappointment and when you thought he wasn't thinking of you in that way- he'd always come back to you to prove you wrong because Sagittarius people were this annoying (and cute). The mixed signals were giving you a headache and you seriously needed to talk to him about where your relationship was heading. To be frank- he wasn't the problem here. He always treated you so nicely and your heart was the one going through a terrible whirlpool of feelings. You were tired of feeling that way... so you made a move on him.

During one of your sorcery courses with him, you scooted closer to read a magic book together and when he reached for the potion in the opposite direction, you kissed the space between his jawline and neck and he froze.

You wondered if you had made the wrong decision but when he turned to look at you, he took your face in both hands and kissed you so deeply that all his pent-up affection he felt for you came up to the surface. He held you in his arms like he was assuring himself that this was truly happening and that it wasn't just one of his dreams.

When you parted for air, he pecked you once more to get your attention.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why were you pulling this buddy bullshit on me?"

"I was afraid."

And then it dawned on you- you weren't open about your feelings for him either, so making you company was his way of keeping you close without complicating things.

"But now everything's okay... right?"

He bit the skin on his finger and drew blood, drawing a symbol on your exposed thigh from your hiked-up skirt, "More than okay."

He chanted a spell you weren't so familiar with. Suddenly you felt all hot and bothered and you realized this was actually Solomon's doing. It's not that he wasn't confident in his ability to pleasure you himself- he was, in fact, making your pleasure his top priority. Magic could be a great helper in achieving one's objectives and it wasn't all that graceless to rely on it once in a while. If it made you happy, then it's all the more reason for him to keep using it on you. Sure, he was taking pride in his work as the world's strongest sorcerer, but all that ego would soon falter when it came to you- the world's most adorable apprentice. A perfect match for his madness.

He was prepping you on your chair, eating you out on the table, fucking you against the bookshelves, bending you over the table and fucking you again. Your hips felt sore from hitting the table's edge all the time so he turned you around and put your legs over his shoulders to better accommodate you.

He was so good at this it made you realize that he's lived for a very long time, so ofc he had a couple of moves up his sleeve. You wondered how many lovers he's had before you and the thought made you jealous. Little did you know- the wizard in front of you had never had a serious relationship before and the reason why he put such a fast pace was because he was really nervous and really horny.

The moment you got his attention and told him to go a bit slower, he blushed so much. He didn't want to mess this up. All his life, since living in different realms, he had to remain strong by himself. And he's also been really lonely- being the only human representative in the world that wasn't his own must have felt exhausting. He'd use magic and potions to fill up his time... and to prevent negative thoughts from occupying his mind. His family, friends and acquaintances- everyone was dead and he was the last remaining human of his generation. Sure, he made new friends and met a supportive bunch along the way. Asmo took care of him on days when sadness and hopelessness got the best of him and angels were there to collect the remaining pieces of his broken heart and connect them into something more beautiful, which made him grow really found of them. And they all helped to a certain extent. Until he returned home and realized that he was all by himself again. That's how he felt at the beginning when he first entered the exchange program, but the more his lifespan prolonged- the more he came to terms that it was okay to embrace his loneliness. Except for the day when you came into his life. Another human standing by his side- you were nothing like the mean bunch at the Sorcerer's Society association. Sure, he may have had someone like that once. Or at least he thought he had, because the feeling he had for that person wasn't mutual. And he didn't have anyone else like that anymore.

You reminded him what it meant to love again, so the thought of losing you or your trust gave him a mini heart attack.

He confessed to you, every single thing, because he was tired of making memories of his own. He wanted to share them with you. And he wanted to be with you, if you allowed him to do so. (mby I'm biased again, but he's also the best bf material bc he clearly went through a lot and he's gonna fight for your happiness so that you won't feel the same kind of pain he went through).

Most demons are afraid of him because he's fairly unpredictable (and because he treats them like playthings lmao). But to you he was different- he showed you the most sincerest side of himself and you knew you could trust him hundred percent. And what's better than a man who's helping his beloved achieve her true potential? You loved your, ahem, interesting rewards after each of your sorcery accomplishments- especially your Kardashian sex tape that you oh so eagerly recreated with him. Your. gramps. is. whipped. Just pls don't use "grandpappy" as your word of endearment bc it would be a huge mood killer.

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Sorry for the grammar. I tried to fix it the best I could. 😅 I hope you enjoyed it.

[bestworstcase]

i will say upfront that i dooon’t buy the jaune theory tm at all. so this is a “yes, and” primarily but also an “i think the jaune-semblance-exploit/ATM redemption theories are looking in the wrong direction, and ambrosius makes a lot more sense to me here’s why”

TL;DR MAGIC. ITS MAGIC also malicious compliance.

cut for length

firstly, in brief, these are the core reasons i’m not keen on the JSE/ATM theories:

#1: i truly do not think the ATMs can be reclaimed from their original purpose of exerting control over the maiden powers by sacrifice of the actual maidens. even pietro’s consensual, ‘benign’ use of the ATMs to donate his aura to penny is ravaging his health. ultimately it all roots back to atlas culturally reducing the soul to an exploitable commodity; the ATMs are there, narratively, to reify that harm. i think the ‘rule of three’ we’re headed for here is likely to involve either a successful use of the machines to forcibly transfer the power out of an ‘unsuitable’ summer maiden, with catastrophic consequences, OR rwbyj getting to shade just in time to prevent the same.

#2: jaune believes penny is dead. full stop. semblances can evolve in unexpected ways that aren’t realized until much later, sure, but the line of reasoning that penny noticed something jaune didn’t and deliberately took advantage of it to loophole herself out of death is… in essence, an argument that penny took control over and evolved his semblance for her own ends without him noticing?!, and that seems really far-fetched to me.

the ability to do that seems plausible as a semblance in the abstract (cf marcus black stealing his son’s semblance), but i cannot imagine that being PENNY’S semblance. it feels entirely wrong for her character.

#3: THERE’S MAGIC! MAGIC EXISTS!! one of remnants two creators is a dragon who went “sure i’ll bring your dead lover back #YOLT” because a grieving young woman said she believed in him! dark was not exactly a hard sell on permadeath being a nonsense rule, and that was BEFORE V9 went “oh yeah, and light’s insistence on permadeath is totally arbitrary and born out of his weird self-hating guilt about accidentally creating death in the first place, the natural state of the cosmos is an endless cycle of life and rebirth.” gjdhdhx

you don’t need to finagle a scenario where technically penny isn’t truly dead and actually using the spiritually-mutilating human sacrifice machines is okay on a technicality when you’re writing a story where death itself is an artificial construct literally only the true antagonist cares about maintaining. you can just… bring the narrative about the healing of this cosmic wound to fruition. it’s simple.

which brings me secondly to ambrosius!

i think the technicality of “we’d like to keep her around longer than that” is… probably not the relevant piece, actually.

mainly it’s what ambrosius says.

#1: “i’m going to go ahead and assume that you know it's against the rules for me to bring people back from dead so...”

not “i can’t.” not “i won’t.” he tells ruby “it’s against the rules for me to bring people back.” which implies three things: one, that he’s perfectly capable of doing so (and why wouldn’t he be? death is an artificial construct. death is a dam, resurrection is a sluice gate!); two, that he himself is not unwilling to bringing people back; and three, that he has been specifically forbidden to do so by the god of light.

why does this matter? well, either light made the relics but not the spirits chained inside them (<- those spirits are what dark became when he ascended in this essay i will), or light did create the spirits but couldn’t limit their true powers. in either case, those spirits are far greater than the relics light made to contain them. and the ones we’ve met are wearing shackles and super duper Not Happy with being relics.

they’re… getting freed. lol. the only question is when, by whom, and what they’ll do once they’re no longer constrained by the rules the god light imposed on them.

#2: ambrosius seems pretty dubious about ruby’s request at first—until she says “you can’t destroy, it’s against the rules.” and then his eyes slowly widen as he turns thoughtful, and after the kids lay out their theory he goes into this bit: “i suppose i could do a little… oh, add a touch of—but if i do that, how much of the old penny would be my work, and how much would be… her, just coming up to the surface? this is all very exciting! and very dangerous. i, uh, don’t know what the results are going to be.”

think about this. ambrosius can bring people back—it’s within his power—but he’s not allowed to. ambrosius can destroy—he must destroy his old creation in order to create a new one—but he’s not allowed to destroy anything not originally created by him.

but what ruby is asking him to do is destructive. it’s “dismantle penny and build an exact copy of her body using her existing robot parts.” that is, definitionally, destroying penny. but ambrosius isn’t allowed to destroy. but he’s also required to create things to the exact specifications given. how to resolve that contradiction?

ascension. the only way to thread this needle is to pull off an actual, literal ascension—a la the paper pleasers. break penny from her physical form and let her do the rest.

ruby doesn’t know it, but she’s asking ambrosius to throw light’s entire system of life and death out the window in favor of tapping into the essence of the tree—which doesn’t kill, but resurrects and rebuilds. and she is asking him to do it—to facilitate penny’s ascension himself, in his own way, with his own creative flair, rather than just sending penny to the tree.

AND THEN HE JUST. DOES IT??!? LMAO

#3: ok, so, when ruby makes her initial request she explains her reasoning thus: “an exact copy of her would include the virus. an exact copy of her without the virus would cease to exist the second you make something else.”

the expectation is that the exact copy of penny’s body assembled from her original, pre-existing parts, should continue to exist even after ambrosius creates something else, and he not only doesn’t correct this idea, he praises ruby for having “done her homework”—implying that her line of reasoning here is right and he’s impressed that she caught the distinction between “create” and “assemble.”

so… why does the lifeless robot body crumble into blue smoke and ash after ambrosius makes the portals?

not before, mind. not even during the act of creation, but a moment or two after he finishes and time begins to move again, so it’s the last thing the kids see before he tells them “do not fall.”

he can’t destroy, it’s against the rules. according to the rules, that body should have remained intact. and its disintegration isn’t correlated with the creation of the portals. it’s correlated with ambrosius hanging out for a moment or two longer than he should—in every other instance the spirit disappears instantly after the request is fulfilled—to deliver his dire warning (which may or may not have been intended as reverse psychology).

here’s my theory: i think they partially freed him by asking him to do something so utterly beyond what the staff was intended to be used for. he’s still bound to the relic for now, but he’s not restrained by light’s rules anymore. he had to stretch them, bend them so far past their limit, in order to do what ruby asked that they couldn’t just snap back afterwards.

and i think that’s probably a direction the narrative will continue to follow from here on out—the god of light has imposed quite a lot of rules that don’t align with the world as it is but rather with how he’s decided it should be, and if you take a system like that and push it hard enough it’s going to collapse eventually. it’s not about rules lawyering—it’s malicious compliance.

they asked ambrosius to pretty please remove penny’s body from penny without breaking any rules and he went okay! and recreated the ever after’s system of cyclical rebirth but with a twist, making room for the EXACT OPPOSITE of light’s design within the rules intended to enforce that design. this is how they Win: by not breaking the rules in a way that forces the rules to break each other.

last point, on “maiden transfer why gold??”

i know the going theory is it’s the color of jaune’s aura because semblance exploit. but hear me out:

jaune’s aura isn’t yellow. it’s a very pale cream-white whose apparent color shifts with the lighting and environment—depending on his surroundings it can look anywhere from pure white to gold. this is true of all auras to an extent, but it’s especially noticeable with jaune because his is so light to begin with.

rwby takes *advantage* of this quality to visually distinguish the white-gold color of the penny->winter transfer from jaune’s aura (which looks like a much brighter, deeper gold in the dark void). i think it IS supposed to clock as odd, and the similarity to jaune’s aura is countered by the unusual saturation we see right before, because “jaune’s aura?” is a deliberate misdirection.

bc you know what else is exactly that shade of white-gold? the pulses of light that run down penny’s arms while ambrosius is doing his thing, and the light that cracks open the wooden ‘cocoons’ of afterans when they complete their ascensions—in contrast to the silver-white ruby gets, a flash of which we also see during penny’s bootleg ascension in 8.12.

there’s also the little green flecks of penny’s aura. so here’s what i think we’re seeing: first, penny’s aura (green) separating from the actual maiden power (pale whitish-yellow) as the magic transfers—which we don’t get to see with the other transfers because we’re seeing *this* one from the inside, soul-to-soul.

but then, penny disappears in a bright flash of the same warmer, white-gold light we saw flickering over her arms when ambrosius “took the robot parts out,” and which will later see associated with afteran ascension—and i think that is exactly what it sounds like. ambrosius! recreated! ascension! i don’t think penny ended up in light’s afterlife OR the tree, i think she’s plugged into the bootleg-ascension system ambrosius cooked up for her… which is exactly what ruby asked for but with the asterisk that the tree’s “nothing can happen here but what you want” principle must also apply, because that’s how ambrosius circumvented the “only one creation at a time” rule.

and that, imo, is what ties everything together and makes penny returning again narratively feasible in light of what V9 developed thematically. it’s wrong for the god of light to prohibit resurrection, because that just traps people in eternal stasis for no reason. but bringing people back is also wrong: the way both brothers resurrected ozma was wrong because neither gave him a meaningful choice in what his next life would be; conversely, salem was right to accept that he was dead after she was made immortal, because bringing him back wasn’t her choice to make.

pietro bringing penny back after the fall of beacon was wrong, because that wasn’t his choice to make. (<- this is why her arc in V7-8 is constructed as a tragedy, why it ends so horribly after the gradual erosion of what little agency she ever had; she didn’t get to choose.) weiss and blake talk yang down from trying to break ruby out of her cocoon, because it’s not up to yang to decide what ruby is going to be. rwby, as a narrative, never condemns characters for grieving or fearing loss or wishing things could have been different or wanting a loved one back, but it has also been very. consistent. about drawing this line, and V9 spelled out why very clearly. it’s okay to feel, it’s okay to want, it’s even okay to ask, but it’s not right to bring someone back.

because this is a universe where ‘death’ is meant to be an opportunity for self-determination and absolute freedom to choose what your next life will be. it’s “if you love someone, let them go; if they come back to you, they’re yours forever” woven into the fabric of the cosmos itself.

death, as designed by the god of light, is bad because for all intents and purposes it’s a prison. but the solution is not for the living to bring their loved ones back; it’s to knock down the gates so that the dead can be free to choose for themselves.

so: penny is dying, and ruby says “we’d like to keep her around for longer than that,” and penny is notionally saved but the emotional focus of the scene dwells on the *horrific* death of her robotic body and her very disturbed reaction to witnessing that. we see her flinch when her robotic body disintegrates, and then not fifteen minutes later in-universe she’s killed and using her dying moment to say goodbye to one of her closest friends, who is devastated but also accepts penny’s choice to bequeath the maiden power to her and then lets her go.

and then in the next volume ruby is dying, and wbyj realize that it’s not up to them to decide whether she stays herself or not, that what she needs from them is to support her choice and welcome her back in whatever form she chooses to take.

i think, if penny is coming back, the natural trajectory here is ascension through… whatever magical cosmic back door ambrosius carved out for her based on ruby’s specifications and his own much deeper knowledge of Things, accompanied by an arc that brings “we’d like to keep her around” to fruition as “we love her and we’re going to fight tooth and nail to defend her right to choose her next life for herself” and thence “we will face god and then dismantle his stagnant afterlife brick by brick because everyone deserves that choice.”

if penny’s coming back it’s not as a side dish to the main conflict or like a moral detour to humanize salem/prove that light’s rules are arbitrary, it is the main conflict, in that bending light’s rules until they break to allow penny to come back is How True Balance Is Restored.

Interesting alternative to the idea that Penny may have secretly abused Jaune's Semblance to allow her soul to persist after transferring the powers:

It wasn't Jaune's Semblance, but Ambrosius's power. Ambrosius is known for giving people exactly what they ask for regardless of their actual intentions, and Ruby specifically told him she wanted to "keep her (Penny) around longer than that". Ambrosius's powers don't really seem to be limited by the possible/impossible, so I could totally see this body that exists only due to a magical loophole having some kind of extended warranty due to Ruby's accidental request.

The only thing that kind of throws a wrench in this is Ruby saying "longer than that" in reference to the next time the Staff was going to be used. Ambrosius is known for taking requests literally and at face value, and Penny did, in fact, survive long enough for the Staff to be used again. However, this line could still be forshadowing even if it's not a direct contribution to the revival.

Overall I'm still leaning more toward it having been Jaune's Semblance at play due to the fact he was present over any of all of the people that were actually close to Penny, her being perceptive of Semblances has been noted in the past and given attention, she told him there was "something you can do" with a bit of emphasis on "you", the Aura transfer was mostly Jaune's color, and she just generally seemed okay with Jaune killing her while she had been extremely upset asking someone closer to her to do the same thing earlier. It just reads a lot to me like she saw him using his Semblance on her briefly and had an idea click but couldn't inform him of her intentions due to lack of time.

But given that we have two options with decent to really solid backing, I think one of them is going to have to turn out correct or really close to the truth.

[forever-rogue]

Douse the Lights

A/N: I have no excuse for this, except I love one (1) Din Djarin and he deserves this and so do we. Enjoy! A little Happy New Year gift from me to you! As always, comments and feedback are welcomed! xx

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only) - oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV, choking, degradation, creampie...filth. This is just filth. 

STUTTER SOMETHING PROFOUND (PART 2)

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop kriffing staring at me.”

“I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”

“You,” with a sharp turn of your head you saw that he wasn’t even near you. Nope. Not at all. 

Kriff. Awkward.

“Lothcat got your tongue, Princess?” you’d never seen his face, but Maker, you just knew there was a wicked smirk on it.

“Just mind your own business,” stowing away your clean blasters with a huff, you prayed with all your might that he couldn’t see the flush of warmth on your face or hear the crack in your voice. You hated him. Everything about him.

At least you wanted to; you would have given anything in the galaxy to. It would make constantly being around the Mandalorian that you called your employer a lot easier. 

Maybe if you kept repeating it yourself, you would manifest it to become true. That you could hate that annoying, half-witted, tin can. 

“Thought that’s what I was doing,” there was the most minute inkling of amusement in his voice as he came over, lithe and silent - ever the hunter. He was at your side in an instant, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the cool metal of the beskar as he sent shivers up and down your spine. Along with the low pooling of heat and desire settling in your belly, but you were going to ignore that for now.

Almost as if he knew the effect he had on you, he made it a point to brush a gloved hand over yours as he nudged you to the side to inspect some of the weapons he’d tasked you with cleaning. You had to be quick in order to shut your mouth and keep a small whimper from escaping your lips. 

How long had it been since someone last touched you? Maker, it had been….dank farrik. It had been way too long. A simple hand brush - there wasn’t even skin to skin contact - and you felt like a lothcat in heat. You really needed to get...some company and have your frustrations taken out or surely you would explode. There was no way you were to give Mando the satisfaction of knowing the type of hold he seemed to possess over you. 

Perhaps once you were out of this more than awkward conversation you could slip out for a few hours and seek some pleasure. The little one had just gone down for a nap a short bit ago, and he was likely to be out for some time. Surely he wouldn’t have a problem for a few hours. Then you could -

“These are still dirty,” was his voice always that rough and low? He had to be doing it on purpose, surely. Before you could contemplate it too much, he took one of the blasters and shoved it back into your hands. Not rough or gentle, but with enough firmness to remind that he was in charge. You looked it over and raised your eyebrows as you inspected it yourself - it was polished to an almost pristine shine, “clean them again. All of them.”

“What the fuck, Mando,” you scoffed with indignation as you rolled your eyes at him, shoving the blaster right into of the black T of his visor. You waved it almost as if to prove your point, “this is clean. I dare you to find a cleaner blaster in this Maker forsaken galaxy.”

He was quick to your grab your wrist, his grip was firm as he kept your hand from moving. You didn’t normally argue with your stoic and mysterious employer, but this was apparently new and uncharted territory. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a shift between the two of you, something had changed. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the dullest of knives as you stared back at him. 

“Clean it again,” it was a growl that went straight to your cunt as you subconsciously clenched your thighs at the sound. Either this was a one time deal that you would commit to memory or you were going to make it a point to annoy him more often. As he stared you down, he slowly let go of your wrist and pointed at the discarded cleaning rag, “and make sure its actually clean this time.”

“You are the worst,” you tried to retain the little bit of composure that you had remaining as you swiped the blaster back.

“And you are a brat,” brat. Brat. Brat. Brat. Of all the words available in all of the galaxy, he had to choose that one. This was absolutely on purpose. The Mandalorian never did anything without careful planning and calculating the risks. The same could be said with his words; this was all carefully and deliberately chosen. He cocked his head to the side, almost as if trying to gauge your reaction, “but here we are. Get them clean.”

“Or what?” it was a mere pathetic squeak as found yourself almost unable to meet his face.

“Just get it done.”

Without another word he strode away, as silent and dangerous as he was when he first came in. If you were stronger, if you weren’t a weak little fool, you would have looked away and focused on your work. 

But no. Not today.

Instead you watched him go, staring shamelessly at his imposing figure as he moved to disappear back into the cockpit to do whatever it was that he did. 

Was his ass always that nice? Were those thighs always so strong and sturdy? Was he always so damn broad and wide? 

Shit. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you hissed at yourself as you picked the rag back up and slammed yourself back down on the bench in order to re-clean all the weapons that you had just done. He wanted clean weapons? You’d give him the cleanest blasters he’d ever seen. 

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Almost an hour had crept by when you’d finished your second round of cleaning. At this point you honestly didn’t care if the Mandalorian deemed the job satisfactory or not. The longer you had ruminated on his words, the more frustrated you became. 

Each word, each touch seemed burned into your mind as you let your imagination take over. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him before. There had been a number of sleepless nights when you imagined it had been his hand between your thighs, his fingers running through your slick folds before they slipped inside of you. On nights when you really couldn't help yourself, you even imagined it was his cock, how he would feel buried to the hilt inside of you. You wondered what he would be like, but something - this day in particular - told that he was big. And he would get the job done.

But it wasn’t going to happen. 

Nope. No. Nah. You were just his sidekick little employee that most definitely was not going to act on any impulsive or rash decisions. You might have been a lot of things, including a huge fool in that moment, but you weren’t that stupid. You didn’t need to create some unnecessary strain in your relationship with the stoic warrior or even worse, lose your job and home and be left stranded in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. 

Even as you tried to rationalize all the ways in which acting on your impulses was a horrible idea, the frustration and the throbbing between your legs didn't wane. You were getting so desperate and pathetically needy that you sat on the edge of your small bench just at the angle so you could get a little bit of friction on your clit. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

As you rocked back and forth, trying to keep the little mewls and whines from slipping past your lips, you realized you couldn't do this.

You couldn't risk getting caught by the Mandalorian. Oh yes, everything's fine, just getting myself off. Don't worry, I'm super horny because of you. Yeah of course I'd love your cock.

Yeah. Cool, cool, cool. This would never happen. 

Just when you before you reached your breaking point and had your hands halfway to your soaked core, you stopped. 

"Kriff," you sighed to yourself as you pulled your hand back out and stood up. What the actual fuck had gotten into you? A few commanding words you were completely losing your control. Either you were desperate for a release from something other than your own hand or you craved the mysterious Mandalorian. 

Hastily stashing the impeccably clean blasters back into the weapons cache, you discarded the rag as you quickly came up with a plan. 

Tiptoeing quietly back to where the little one was sleeping, you sneaked a peek and saw that he was still fast asleep. He wouldn't even notice you were gone - that's what you tried to convince yourself as you delicately touched his soft ears and button nose. 

You weren't sure if you were speaking of the Mandalorian or the baby. At this point you really didn't care. 

You glanced back at the ladder towards the cockpit, watching almost as if you expected him to come down and catch you sneaking out. Hells, technically he'd know as soon as you left the ship. You scrawled a quick note telling him that you needed a cleaner or something, in your haste you couldn't even remember what you put, and would need to go to the market.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was totally plausible, you insisted to calm your own nerves as you slipped on your boots and a cloak before making your final decision to leave. Attempting to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you slowly made your way off the Crest and started scurrying towards the nearby desolate town of Mos Eisley. In reality you looked more like a scrap rat scurrying away from the light than a woman heading into town to find something. 

Whatever.

Mos Eisley wasn’t exactly known for its sparkling reputation, and you were sure you could get exactly what you wanted quickly enough. In and out, you thought to yourself as a flush rose in your check, well precisely that. For at least you were hoping. 

But the Mandalorian, a seasoned hunter with a reputation for a reason, and didn’t miss a single trick. He was aware of what you were doing before you even left the cargo hold. If he was this frustrated and turned on you by you, his cock hard and straining against the confines of his pants, he was sure you must have been in the same position. 

Oh, but he had been close to breaking, just like you. How easy it would have been to seal the hatch to the cockpit and relieve himself of the desire and ache. But no - just like you he had limits and wasn’t about to give in and stroke his hard cock while you were within earshot. No matter times he had imagined it - fucking your mouth or burying himself deep between your luscious heat before pounding you into oblivion, he wasn’t going to give in this easily. 

He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but with your little backtalk and the way you had looked at him with those wide doe eyes and pretty pouted lips sure had him feeling like one. The thought of burying himself inside you, to watch as you bounced on his cock with your tits in his face was enough to make up his mind. 

One time couldn’t hurt, right? People had casual encounters all the time.Why should this one be any different? If you were willing of course, although judging by how your pupils had dilated with each word from his mouth, had little doubt you felt the same way; but consent of course was key. 

And tomorrow? You’d be back to being the same way you had always been.

Hopefully. Maybe. Probably.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, and the small, sensible part remaining in his brain told him so. But he was too far in, too deep and lost in his own desires to stop himself. 

He was watched as you ran away, deciding to wait until you were halfway to Mos Eisley before going after you. He’d take the kid to Pelli, sure she’d more than happy to watch him for the night. The rest? That was to be all consumed by you. 

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The old cantina was dirty, dingy, and smelly. There was no doubt in your mind it must have been at least a decade since it was cleaned, and yet it still remained a hot spot; granted not for those of politer society, but enough to get the job down.  You pushed that to the back of your mind as you clambered through the crowd and to the bar, sitting down next to a handsome Zabrak you had spied when you’d walked in. You’d never been with one his kind before, but you’d heard rumors of them, especially when it came to their prowess behind closed doors, and something within you was piqued. 

He must have sensed something was up - as soon as you sat down, he motioned for the bartender to come back and bring the two of you a new round. 

“You’re new here,” he said gruffly, a dangerous edge to his voice, sharp like a knife as he took one of the luminescent drinks and shoved the other towards you.

Before you could even move to grab your drink or utter so much as a word in response, a hand darted and quickly grabbed your wrist, the grip biting and firm. 

“She’s mine,” the words washed over you before you could even turn to look at the Mandalorian. His chest was rising and falling heavy as his visor was trained on your would be companion for the night. A shudder ran up your spine as he pulled you off the stool, the two men glaring at each wordlessly. 

He pulled you behind him, storming out of the cantina as the crowds parted at the sight of the gleaming silver beskar. They knew better than to stand in the way of the Mandalorian. You felt like a child being scolded as he refused to acknowledge you, keeping his gaze trained straight as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. 

“What the hell, Mando?” your question was an indignant shout as your voice climbed an octave. His grip didn’t waver for a moment as he grunted in his response. Oh, he was mad. Yup. Definitely. You had fucked up. 

Any thought of talking back or prodding him further were estopped as you could see him fuming as he dragged your ass back to the Crest. 

This was it, you realized. This was the end where he would fire you and send you packing. Of all the places in the galaxy to be stranded, Tatooine was not one of your top destinations. No one to blame but yourself, you reckoned. 

Instead you hung your head as he refused to look back, making quick work of opening the cargo hold and shoving you inside. There was something about his touch that was rough, almost sending you falling to your ass, but there was still an odd gentleness.

You stared back at the blank visor in challenge, attempting to figure out what was going on. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stared back at you. Neither of you were about to get a good read on each other. 

“Did you really think it was a good idea to just walk away without saying anything?” his voice was dangerously low as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you tried to come up with either a smart response or an excuse but instead of anything coherent, it was a mixture of the two. Great. Now he's going to think you were an idiot on top of everything else. 

“I didn’t...just um...doesn’t matter what you...I needed something from the market?” you swallowed the lump on your throat as you dropped your gaze to the floor. He sighed for a moment - heavily - as you’d come to know was his penchant to do. 

“You needed something from the market?” it wasn’t a question so much as an accusation.

“Mhmm.”

“What was it?”

“C-cleaner,” you lied. Somehow it sounded better than saying yeah, I really just wanted a quick fuck because you have me feeling some type of way. 

“There's a new cleaner right in the cabinet,” he said as you internally groaned. He was right - there was a brand new gleaming bottle on the top shelf. He’d gotten some last week, “or did you conveniently forget that?”

“Umm,” you couldn’t get anything else out as he took a step closer and left minimal distance between your bodies. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, turning your face up to meet his, “uh huh.”

“Uh huh, honey,” his voice warmed you up from inside out as you gave him an innocent look. If he hadn’t known what he was doing earlier, he certainly did now. And he was going to milk every second of it, to push this as far as it would go. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a subconscious gesture, but not unnoticed by the Mandalorian. His hand slipped from your chin and jaw and slid until he was gently holding your throat. His grip was light, and he was barely squeezing, but Maker, you wished he was, “is that really what you were going to do?”

“Y-yeah,” how much longer were you going to keep up this little facade? You had no clue. But the feel of his hand around your airway, pushing slightly, ever so slightly, had your mind positively reeling.

“Then why did you go to that filthy old cantina?” he leaned closer, his helmet mere inches from your face as you closed your eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you the heat pooled in your belly, “why were you talking to Zabrak? Did you really think he was going to fuck you? To make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you managed to murmur after a few beats of silence as you realized what was happening. This was new, uncharted territory - for the both of you - and if you went any further, there would be no going back. And you - fuck it. Your eyes snapped open as you turned to look into the visor, right where his eyes would be, “needed someone to do it, since you never would.” 

And there it was - finally out in the open and hanging thickly between the two of you. All you could ever was a small huff from under the helmet and you were positive he was smirking like a victorious predator.

“Is that what you want, honey?” he asked and you nodded. Give and take and then...it all broke, “get on your knees. Now.”

And you wasted no time sinking onto the cool metal floor, now level with his cock, where you could see the hardness straining against his rough fabric. Shaky fingers worked to hastily pop the button and pull the zipper, but just before you could get to what you wanted, Din roughly grabbed jaw, turning your face up to his, “you take what I give. Yeah?”

“Yes,” you promised, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter with each word. But then, with another gentle tap to your chin, he seemed almost...gentle, “Mando?”

“If you don’t want this, just say stop,” he waited for you to nod as you a sense of warmth fluttered over you at his desire for consent, “I will not be gentle, I will not-”

“Give it to me then,” you beamed at him before turning back to his cock and pulling out of his underwear. You almost moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking already; and just as your little fantasies had led you to believe, he was more than adequate. 

Spitting into your palm, you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking the head, just small light licks, just enough to tease. Licking a stripe up his shaft, you played with his balls for a moment, earning what you were sure was a small groan from under the helmet. Making it a point to draw it out, you shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand went to the back of your head as he pushed you onto his cock. 

A sound of surprise was muffled by his cock as you took all of him into your mouth, doing your best not to gag as he hit the back of your throat and your nose brushed against the soft curls of hair at his base. Your hands slid up his thighs and found purchase on his hips as he began to fuck your mouth. He started slowly at first, almost as if he was afraid to give too much. When you grew accustomed to him, making it a point to hollow your cheeks and suck him as best as you could, he picked up the pace. And it was brutal in all the best ways, spit was starting to run down your chin along with a few tears that had spilled over, but if nothing else, it worked to spur him on. 

“Look at you,” he grunted between thrusts as he took in the sight in front of him, “take me so well. Knew your big mouth had to be good for something. Always wanted to fuck that pretty face.”

You hummed in delight as you raked your nails over the exposed slivers of his skin on his hips, golden and delicious and you wanted it all. His thrusts slowly become more erratic and sloppy as he twitched in your mouth. His hand dropped from the back of your head as you took over and put a hand back on his shaft as you worked to finish him off. 

Soon enough he did, followed by an almost primal growl as he came, his hot, thick, cum coating your mouth and you eagerly swallowed all that he offered, which unsurprisingly, was a lot. As his breathing slowed down and he slowly came down from the rush of his high, you pulled back from him, looking up at him with innocent eyes and a wicked smile. You cleaned him off, but just as you went to wipe at your mouth, his gloved hand was faster and he collected the spit and cum that had spilled out and pushed it back into your mouth with two fingers. You grabbed his wrist and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, tasting him along with the worn leather of his gloves. 

“Good girl,” he praised before hoisting you to your feet, “strip.”

“What about you?” you turned your head to the side, but he shook his head in response. He paused for a moment, almost as if he was having second thoughts, but just quickly, he whipped off his gloves and tossed them onto the floor before putting a hand on your cheek and stroking it tenderly. You swallowed thickly before nodding and working to pull off your clothes. 

First was your shirt, tugging slowly over your chest and tossed down to join the gloves. Your arm went to your back as you tugged off your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders as an almost nervous breath escaped your lips. 

“Keep going,” he commanded, eyes trained slowly on you as he drank in the sight of you. You undid your own zipper and pulled your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before kicking them off along with your boots and socks. You’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in that moment, wanting to cover up but also relishing in the fact that you seemed to have rendered the Mandalorian speechless. He looked you up down, not bothering to hide the fact as he looked at your form, glancing at your soft mound before your breasts and then landing back on your face.

Beckoning for you to come closer with a simple crook of his fingers, you did so, standing directly in front of him. His hand flitted from your cheek and down your body before resting at the apex of your thighs. You gasped lightly in surprise as he dragged his fingers through your soaked folds, coating them in your copious arousal, before chuckling darkly. A hand immediately went to his shoulder as you steadied yourself and tried not to completely lose it at the simple touch, “all of this for me, honey?”

“Mhmm,” you admitted as he gently rubbed over your clit, teasingly in the slowest, most tantalizing way possible. Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “always think about you. Always get so wet.”

He made a small, noncommittal sound as he pulled his fingers away from your wetness and brought them to your lips. He tapped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, sucked his fingers clean from your own arousal, “I’ve thought about fucking you too. That mouth, that pussy. You’re such a brat, but you drive me crazy.”

“I like when you get mad,” you said as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, “‘s sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice deeper and lower than ever before, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sheer sex it exuded, He brought his large, warm hands to your tits, touching over your pebbled nipples as you bit back a moan. While you wished it his mouth on them instead, this touch was just as well, as he massaged them, trying to get a good feel of them and seeing what drew out those sweet mewls from you. But before you could enjoy it too much, one hand gripped your waist like a vice and the other went between your legs. He ran his thick fingers through your folds, before slowly inserting one into your wet heat. You moaned as he slowly inserted another and then a third, stuffing you full and already having you seeing stars in no time, “make yourself cum.”

“What?” your eyes snapped open as he stilled his actions, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he lightly teased your clit, eyes boring into yours, “you act like a brat and you want to cum? You have to work for it.”

“You can’t be serious,” you groaned as he moved to pull his hand away, as if to show you just how serious he was. This time, you caught his wrist and held him in place. He chuckled lightly in triumph as one of your hands returned to his shoulder for balance and the other went to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves. He held completely still, a practiced and patient man, as he made you work for it. He wasn’t kidding by any means when he said he would not be gentle. 

He remained quiet, watching your pretty face shift through a range of expressions as you worked to reach your own high. He was glad for the helmet, for if you had been watching him, you’d have seen the tinge of pink rising in his cheeks as the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. He’d envisioned this many times, no doubt about that, but he’d never thought it would become a reality. Maker, you were gorgeous as you thrust onto his hand using him for your own pleasure a string of gentle filth spilled from your lips as you rubbed slow circles onto your clit.

“Mandooo,” it was soft as you felt that familiar blinding haze start to take over you, and your toes involuntarily curled and your cunt started to clench around his fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as your vision turned blurry and that familiar warmth started to spread all over your limbs. He felt his cock twitch from where he had tucked himself back in after you’d pleasured him. Before you could finish though, something different met your ears.

“Din,” he said as bit your lip in order to keep from crying out completely, “my name is Din.”

And there it was. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. It wasn’t just a name - no it was so much more than it. It was a sign of trust, of closeness, of the fact that whatever this little situation was, it was neither the first or only time something like this would happen. No, your story with Mando may have come to an abrupt end, but your relationship with Din was just beginning.

It was almost as his name, uttered softly and almost unsurely, was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge as you came around his fingers. A soft moan left your lips along with the sweetest sound he was sure he’d ever heard, “Din.”

A merciful man when he chose to be, he took over for you and worked you through your orgasm as you almost collapsed into his arms, “there you are pretty girl. You did so well, fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Not enough,” you rested your against the soft cowl of his neck as he pulled his hand from you, but not before slapping your ass a few times, almost as if testing to see how far he could push you. You made a few sounds of delight at the sting, only spurring him on as he slapped and then gently needed the ample flesh of your backside, “please, need you to fuck me.”

“Is that what you need, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear as he pulled back and grabbed your face in his hands, taking in the already blissed out expression on your features, “you want me to fuck you? Think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” you were practically ready to beg at this point, “I’ve been wanting it for so long.”

At your words, he almost dragged you to the small bed that was reserved for you in the corner and motioned for you to sit. You watched with eager eyes as he scrambled for the waistband of his pants and hastily pulled them down and kicked them off, letting them join your discarded clothes. He practically ripped off the rest of the beskar until he was bared in front of you, save for the helmet. His cock was already painfully hard again, standing at attention and leaking fat drops of precum.

“Can I trust you?” he asked as you nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. You’d never questioned the fact that you’d never seen his face or that he apparently just never showed it to anyone. You respected him and his decisions, and you’d never dare to push the envelope or destroy his trust. 

“Always,” you promised as he walked over to the wall and hit the switch for lights, cloaking the room in darkness. You sucked in a breath before you heard him shuffling about and the beskar helmet clanged against the metal floor. He stood in front of you, you could feel his breathing as he touched your cheek before wrapping a hand around your throat.

“Hands and knees,” he instructed with a delicious rasp, made even better by the lack of filtering from the vocoder of his helmet, “now.”

The singular word was enough to send a fresh rush of arousal through your veins, as you laid on your belly on the small cot before positioning yourself so your ass was in the air. He shuffled behind you, his large hands grazing over the soft flesh of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart before dragging a thick finger through your soaked folds. A small sound of pleasure rippled through your throat as you clutched onto the thin, scratchy blanket of the bed, “please.”

“Quiet,” it was harsh and biting as  the palm of his hand slapped your ass, the sting delicious and leaving you wanting more, “you like that, don’t you? You like being spanked, pretty girl.”

“Only by y-y-you,” before you could say anything, he slapped your ass a few more times before kneading the soft flesh to make sure the sting wasn’t too painful. 

Mando - no, Din - shifted his weight and you could feel him line himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds. A moan escaped your lips - and his - as he slowly pushed into you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch was amazing, the slight burn quickly turned into pleasure and you felt full, so completely full. He groaned as he bottomed out, already feeling pussy dumb by the way your velvet walls hugged him, “this - kriff - this pussy is perfect. Just like it was made for me.”

“Din,” you buried your face in your pillow as he pulled out, slowly, before thrusting sharply back into you. He was not lying when he said that he would not be gentle. His large, warm hands went to your hips as he held them in a bruising grip. You were sure you’d bear his marks for days. 

He set a bruising pace, thrusting into you with no mercy as he slammed his hips into yours. There was nothing gentle or intimate about, no - this was months and months of pent up frustration and desire coming out all at once. Din was not a talkative man, but as he fucked you into oblivion, he was whispering strings of filth and praise into your ears. All you could do was lie there as he pounded into you, so lost in your own pleasure as you became a whining mess under him.

Before he came, his arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. One large hand went to play with your breasts as the other went to your clit as he rubbed and circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth hung open in a blissful haze as he kept going, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your skin and shoulder, alternating between nipping and sucking and making sure to leave plenty of marks so everyone knew you were his. 

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he grunted in your ear, “taking my cock so well. You love this don’t you? Getting used like this.”

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip as he kept going, kept abusing your spent pussy as he started to stutter in his thrusts, “‘m so close, please, wanna come.”

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he commanded as you nodded, “and I’m going to fill you up and make sure you know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours,” you insisted as you felt your walls clench around him and his cock start to twitch, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he turned your head to place a rough kiss on your lips. It was the sheer act of the moment and feel of his stubble that sent you over the edge and cumming all over him. You were like jello in his arms as he held you up, giving you a few more thrusts before spilling inside and coating your walls with his cum, “ahh - fuck - so fucking good. Maker, you feel like no other. Perfect pussy - just for me.”

He held you tightly against his body as he caught his breath, the two of you breathing in sync. You thought he might pull away immediately, but instead, he pressed more kisses, chaste compared to your previous actions, down your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. You couldn’t even form words as you laid there, cockdumb and already feeling his arousal along with your own dripping onto your thigh. 

“You did good,” he praised gently before reaching between your legs and scooping up some of his cum that had started dripping out. You whimpered at the touch, still sensitive, and listened as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

Din gently flipped you onto your back so you were lying face up and exposed to him. He sat between your legs and slowly spread them apart, admiring his handy work. He leaned back before climbing off the small and getting on his knees, pulling you towards his face. Just as you had gotten on your knees for him, he kneeled only for you. 

“Din,” you sighed contentedly as he kissed along your inner thighs, working his way back to your dripping heat. He nuzzled his nose against you, taking a moment to take it all in, “already so much."

"Come on, honey," his voice was like liquid gold as he reached up and touched your breasts, cupping them easily in his large hands, "you've got another one in you. I know you do. Aren't you a good girl?"

"Mhmm," you arched into his touch as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. How this infuriating man got you to become a pile of mush in his hands you'd never know, but you definitely weren't going to question it. He leaned up and kissed your hips before burying his face between your legs, "I'm your good girl."

And with those words, he licked a long stripe up your soaked folds, still soaked from your combined juices. His nose, which you presumed was aquiline in nature, nudged your clit as he ate you like a starving man. You were the shining prize, glimmering in the distance, and he was the wrecked man crossing the desert to get to you.

This time you didn't even bother to hold back as you mewled and cried, tears of pleasure and overstimulation welling up at the corners of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. Din hummed in content as he licked and suckled at you, making sure to focus on your clit as you came completely undone.

Reaching down, you carded a hand through his locks - curls - as you pressed his face against your aching core. You could practically feel him smirking against you as he slipped a few fingers inside to join his ministrations. Expertly curling his thick fingers, he quickly found the sweet spot that made your toes curls and you see stars.

"Almost there," he grinned as he gave you a moment of reprieve before diving right back in, "I can feel that perfect cunt squeezing around me. Taste so good, pretty girl."

"D-Din," his name falling from your tongue was like pure magic as he became transfixed by how it sounded. Your mouth dropped open in a small O as your legs shook around him. He pulled his fingers from you as he held down your hips in order to keep you from squirming away from him, "feelssogood - makerohstars - Dindindin."

"Come all over my face, pretty girl," his tongue darted into you for a few moments before he gave your clit a harsh suckle. That was all it took before you came again, screwing your eyes shut as he worked your through your orgasm, lapping up every bit of your juices, refusing to waste even a drop, "there you are - taste so fucking good. Perfect."

He was relentless until he was sure you were completely done and a practical ragdoll on the bed. Slowly, he pulled back from you, trailing light kisses up your body, stopping when he got your face. Almost as if he was able to see even in the almost complete darkness, he wiped away your remaining tears. He hesitated for a moment for leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You sighed softly as you rolled onto your side and scooted closer to the wall, making room for him. 

It was a big thing you were doing, boundaries had been crossed and blurred and any rules you'd previously had were thrown out the window. Neither of you were sure what came next.

But you did know that you didn't want him to leave - not yet anyway.

"Din?" you asked softly as he pulled the blanket over your spent body; he was surprisingly gentle for a man that had just sent you to heaven and hell and back. 

"Yes, pretty girl?" 

"Will you stay?" your voice was small as you prepared yourself for defeat and for him to leave.

"Yes," he whispered softly as he slid in under the blanket and next to you, "I'd like that."

"Me too," you admitted as he shifted and pulled you in his arms so you could lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump thump of his heart, "Din?"

“Hmm?”

"I'm in charge next time," you smirked lightly as you kissed his soft skin. He inhaled sharply but you could tell he was into it. The man might have just been in charge, but you had a feeling he might like being told what to do as well - and you were going to find out, "I want to ride you."

"Kriff," he groaned under his breath, "You're going to be the death of me, little brat."

"I'll make it worth your while," you promised with a small yawn, "I'll have you crying in no time - begging me for mercy."

“Mhmm.”

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right?” it was your turn to put your hand on his throat and give it a gentle, but firm squeeze as he stiffened at the feeling, “I know you’re a good boy, Din.”

“Fuck.”

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