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bigball-thefrog · 2 months ago

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It's Just For The Mission, Right?: Rob Lucci X Reader

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Alright we are back with the second short story of my Lucci Poll. And I am so glad this one was saved for last. Why? You may ask. Because I am happy to announce, that this post, is...

SMUT!

Yes, you heard me, dirty, filthy smut! And it may not be my longest fic, but I do think that this is the best smut I've done yet! So please enjoy, and I shall now give the warnings below.

Warnings/Tags:

Gender neutral reader with female genitals

Lucci and Reader in a fake relationship

Vaginally oral

Vaginally sex

Unprotected sex

Lucci goes feral and uses his Devilfruit

Idk if Zoan users count as monster fucking

User gets scratched and bitten

Overstimulation

Backshots

Dictionary/Measurements:

Cunnilingus is an oral sex act consisting of the stimulation of a vulva by using the tongue and lips.

7,5 inches = 19.05 centimeters

8 inches = 20.32 centimeters

2,5 inches = 6.35 centimeters

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It was about a year after Lucci and the rest of CP9 had settled into their fake lives in Water Seven. While everyone each had different roles that helped the mission. Your role... Was unique, because your role was to pretend to be Lucci's stay-at-home girlfriend. You basically mingled amongst the people to find out any information about the island. It was simple, cleaning, shopping, chatting, it was rather nice and you almost could forget you were undercover.

The only weird thing was when Lucci had days off from the Galley-La Company, he'd spend those days with you, pretending to be a good boyfriend. Lucci hated having to be in a fake relationship with you, which led to Lucci did the bare minimum to make it look real, you'd barely go on dates, and only small dinner dates, you were lucky to get a kiss on the cheek, otherwise it was just hand holding, it made you seem like an awkward almost forced couple rather than a real one, but it was fine, everyone beloved it so you kept doing it the same way.

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Kaku had thrown a house party for the members of Galley-La and their spouces. You and Lucci had arrived and were acting as usual, Lucci stayed quiet with his hand awkwardly holding yours and you would talk to everyone about everything while dragging him along. You were talking to some random person that Lucci knew from work, who already seemed drunk and wouldn't leave you two alone, commenting about your relationship and just how "conservative" you two seem as a couple. "I mean, are you two really even a couple? I bet you two haven't even fucked yet!" The man howled with laughter before going back to drinking. For some reason, Lucci's grip on you became tighter and he seemed more tense. For the first time that night, he let go of you and went to go talk to someone else. He left to a different room with Kaku to talk for a bit and when they came back, Kaku pointed to a room and winked at Lucci before going back to mingle, Lucci just stared at you, giving you a look that just said, "Come now" you followed him into the room, and it's when he closed the door you realized that Hattori wasn't on his shoulder, which almost never happened, something must be wrong. Then, also surprisingly, Lucci spoke, using his real voice for the first time in a year, "We need to talk about our 'relationship'." You sighed, "Lucci if it's about hat guys comment, it's alright, there's plenty of couples that don't have a sex life and are doing great! We don't have to-" "They're starting to get suspicious of us, we act like we don't even want to be together, they're gonna start asking questions soon, and if they find out we're spies, the world government would have our heads." He was right, you both were forced to pretend to be in a relationship when you didn't want to, and it showed. And you know you'd be in trouble if anyone found out, "So what do we do?" you asked, trying to come up with ideas, Lucci looked down and clenched his fist, "I think... We're going to have to... Have sex..." Your eyes widened, have sex? With your teammate? Just so people would belive you two were in love? It was a sured. "Lucci, I'm not so sure about that..." "What else would you suggest, huh? You and I can't act like a loving couple to save our lives, and getting married would be too far! But if we have sex, and we do it loud enough, then they'll hear us and they'll think that we're in love."

You looked away, still hesitant about the idea, so Lucci took your chin in his hand and made you look at him, "Hey, this is just for the mission. And you don't want to fail the mission, do you?" "No" "The you'll do anything for the mission to be successful, right?" "Yeah, anything... Yeah, this will just be a no strings attached thing, just for the mission." Lucci smirked and let go of your face, "There we go... Now strip down and get naked, the faster we start the faster we finish." You nodded, stripping yourself down while Lucci did the same, only stopping at his pants and just leaving his chest out. He pushed you o sit down on the edge of the bed and knelt down in between your bare legs, "What are you doing?" you questioned. "I must get you aroused, and the fastest way I can think of doing it is with Cunnilingus. So I can stimulate you into producing arousal fluid, so it's easier for me to slide in and for it to hurt less. So just sit back and let me work." You nodded, leaning back and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Lucci pried your legs open and wasted no time in burying his face between your legs and attaching his mouth to your clit. You gasp and shuddered, the feeling already making you warm. With a lick through your folds, Lucci began eagerly sucking you clit, sending waves of shock and pleasure through your body. With his tongue darting our every so often to lap up your leaking juices, Lucci inserted two fingers and began thrusting them in and out, hoping to make you climax faster. And it did, you squirmed and shake, a knot forming in your stomach and growing rapidly. When your orgasm finally came crashing down on you, you clenched your legs together, squishing Lucci's fave between your thighs as you rode out your orgasm on his face. After calming down, you unwrapped your thighs from Lucci's head and fell back, lean in on your elbows. Lucic let out a gasp of breath after being released from your thighs. He wiped your fluids from his face and looked down it in his hand, before licking it clean. With a predatory smirk, Lucci stood up an and spoke, "You're ready~"

Lucci stood in front of you as he began undoing his pants. Both pants and boxers falling to the ground, you were met with his full glory, 7.5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide, Lucci was packing and he carried it well. He took ahold of his length, giving it a few pumps to bring it to life, his now erect penis pushing 8 inches. He walked over to you on the bed, a new, almost primal look I his eyes. He said nothing and just flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He climbed onto the bed, sitting behind you. He pressed his tip right at your dripping folds. He carefully pushed his tip inside and stopped, he let go of his cock and adjusted his position so his hands were on either sides of your hips. With a shuddering sigh, Lucci spoke once more, "Are you ready?" also with a shuddering sigh, you nodded.

Lucci once again wasted no time and pushed all the way in without stopping. You let out a scream of both pleasure and pain as he burried himself to the base. Barely giving you time to adjust Lucci began moving, thrusting at a pace that wasn't slow, but wasn't fast either. You gripped the sheets again the pleasure starting to overtake the feeling of pain. Lucci grabbed one of your hips to steady himself as he kept the same pace. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he let out a deep possessive growl as he thrusted particularly hard before going back to his normal pace. You could feel your second orgasm building again, this one feeling bigger than the last. You clenched around his dick as your orgasm came crashing down, more powerful and more pleasurable than before. Lucci stopped as he felt you clench and climax around his dick, the pleasure affecting him too. He threw his head back and moaned, but he didn't cum, he just froze as he felt you ride out your climax and squeeze and coat his dick. As if something in him snapped, once your climax stopped, he lifted his head up to look at you again, his eyes dilated and now showing an inner primal feeling that broke free. He gripped your hip painfully and began thrusting again, but each second he went faster and you felt him grow.. Bigger? Looking behind you, you see Lucci had used his Devilfruit and had gone full leopard, just to fuck you. A growing feeling of pain and overstimulating started to affect you, causing you to scream and whimper more, but the feeling of pleasure still outnumbered all. Lucci let go of your hip and fell on top of you, squishing you under this weight, grunting and growling as he fucked you like a wild animal. Lucci gripped the sheets and sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder as he fucked you hard and fast, forgetting about his previous agreement and just focusing on his pleasure. Your third orgasm was coming fast, and you could feel Lucci was coming too. With another hard crash of pleasure, you screamed out Lucci's name and clenched around his duck again and coating it in another layer of your juices. This sent Lucci over the edge as he let go of you, sat up, and thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your back.

Lucci fell back onto his elbows and transformed back into a human, as he caught his breath and looked at the sight of you, all fucked out, when suddenly and the door burst open with Paulie barging inside, "What the fuck is going on I'm here?!" he shouted before freezing, his cigar dropping to the floor. The sight of Lucci, naked and his softening penis dripping with the last of his cum and you, also naked with cum splattered on your back made him turn red. He quickly looked away before shouting again, "L-lock the door next time!! A-and put some clothes on, you're too exposed!!!" he quickly left, leaving you two alone again. Lucci smirked and let out a 'hmph' before getting up and putting his clothes back on. "I'll go grab a towel and some bandages for the claw and teeth marks." He stated before heading to the door, "Oh, and don't expect this to be a one time thing, we still need to keep up this reputation until the mission is over, got it?" you nodded. He turned to open the door when you spoke again, "And this is, still onlt for the mission, right?" "Of course it's only for the mission, nothing else." He stated and left. But you both knew that deep down, that this wasn't for the mission anymore...

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Sorry this took long, I'm not used to writing smut and I'm always just scared I'm gonna get caught😭 But I hope you enjoy this and I'll start with the ideas from the Crocodile poll hopefully soon. Bye bye 👋

Kelly🐸

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bakawitch · 3 months ago

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Inspiration struck, and I decided to draw @gamerknight7310 's entire 2025 Community Box! Then I go sick halfway, and I could only get the portion I wanted done today...

And because I'm me, I decided to make the task even more complicated and imagine a hero for every kwami in the box using my poster child Bellamy as a conduit (I wanted to do weapons too, but I'll finish those later because I was too impatient not to post lol)

Kwami close ups and individual pics below cut:

Since I already had Drayy designed, I decided to start he whole process from them because I wanted all the kwamis to have a similar element that ties them together as kwamis from the same box. And that ended up being a sort of contrasting accent colour, like the blue in Drayy's braids! Jovv got mustard, Currio got brown, Mullch got a pale-ish red, and Ecco got this titanium blue.

Now let's get into each of Bellamy's designs! (For those who know these are all Bellamy Prime.) Faux Fur! The one with the most obvious name! I struggled a bit with how I wanted to do the fox tail on the dress because my original idea was to give her a short fur skirt that looked like a fox tail wrapped around her waist. I threw that idea away pretty quickly since I couldn’t make it look right no matter how hard I tried. I can't remember how I ended up on his open fur trimmed over skirt but I think it works!

Funnily enough, I think Bellamy would hate this miraculous and act like she had some sort of dark horrible power thrust on her. The idea of forced false happiness (how she sees Jovv's power) is something she finds deplorable. She would probably avoid using the power as much as possible and just bash in the villain of the week's head in with the hulla hoop.

Vermoire! Her name comes from ver (worm) + moire (a type of textile). It's probably the weakest design, lol. Gotta be honest, I had no idea what a worm themed hero was supposed to look like other than probably segments. Anyway, I somehow got reminded of those fluffy worms on strings, and I remembered seeing a giant boa scarf version of it somewhere, so I just decided to go with a giant worm scarf XD. Because of the power I also tried to do some kind of raincoat/cape, but I feel like that might have been too much.

We can just say that because of how disgusting Bellamy would find the application of the worm's power, she'd want as much coverage as possible. She would not want that slime anywhere near her, hence the baggy clothes! Assuming it keeps its structure, maybe it minimises how much the clothes stick to her.

Rabbit hole Miku looking mf XD Couturetail is a spin on a cottontail. The thought behind this design was something purposely cutesy but also kind of historic since the bunny's weapon is a pickaxe, and I usually associate that with archaeology. So I decided to go with a sort of commedia dell'arte mask and some vaguely renaissance inspired bodice. I also thought it'd be funny if all users inherited Currio's perpetual blush.

Bellamy would love this miraculous it would probably be one of her favourites from this batch. She gets a useful non gross power and the perfect bludgeoning weapon!

Batillon time! No real meaning to the name other than bat + something cool sounding lol. I wanted to do something sleek and neat looking so when the hyper awareness powers get activated, the user's appearance can go a little feral predator looking. And obviously, vampire influences because duh XD. I wanted to avoid doing a full bat cape, so I just opted for a little capelet. The hair I specifically imagine flaring up into bat wing like shapes whenever hyper awareness gets activated. She's purple because of he vamp influences, plus every box needs a skin colour distorting kwami at least lol.

This miraculous would be a tie with the bunny miraculous when it comes to Bellamy's favourites. She's a bit of a know-it-all, so she would want an advantage like this XD

Last but not least, it's Courbette, named after a dressage movement! Design wise, I really like Dobbin, so I wanted to do something fairly similar and incorporate riding gear for this design, too. I added a harness to the miraculous belt for extra security and to kind of look like some straps you can usually see on horses. The same goes for the shoulder harness. I wanted to keep the sporty look Dobbin had, because I felt like that would make sense for the miraculous that represents strength, so I went with a kind of fancy sleeved leotard to get a gymnast look.

Bellamy would be mostly neutral about this miraculous, I think. She wouldn't hate it, but she wouldn't love it either. It's a bit too brutish for her style. She'd probably be a decent enough user, but I could not see her as it's perma holder XD

Phew, and that's it for now! This was very fun to mess around with, and I'm hoping to get the other part of the box out sooner rather than later but we'll see XD

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 7 months ago

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BNHA - A Quirk That Can Do Anything

A/N: This was originally posted on my Patreon some time ago, so be sure to think about pledging over there to see drabbles like this in advance! (And exclusive drabbles!)

Original Prompt by Istas (patron): EraserMic and Shinson. Soft, bone deep realizations. Hitoshi has heard his entire life all the bad things he could do with his Quirk. "You can make someone do Anything" sounds so scary to everyone, even to Hitoshi. But the first time he was able to use his Quirk to stop someone's panic attack, a quiet part of him went 'Oh'. He can do anything, and this is what he chooses.

Summary: Shinsou Hitoshi is having a little bit of a bad day regarding his quirk and just how ‘evil’ it could be. It’s then really hard to think of his quirk as something bad when he can use it to stop a kid from having a panic attack in the library.

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi

Pairing: Background Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Rating: General

Word Count: 2,693

AO3 Link

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“It’s called Brainwashing. It’s certainly a powerful quirk. It’s an emitter that allows the user to put their target in a state where they are forced to obey all of the user's commands. It’s something to be careful with as he’s growing.”

“I know we agreed to foster him, but surely there’s another family that’s better suited. We have small children and with a quirk like that…”

“Hey! I heard you’re the kid with the brainwashing quirk! How come you’re not already in jail? That’s a villain’s quirk, isn’t it? I mean, you can make anyone do anything.”

“Hey, Shinsou, we were just talking about quirks. Yours is pretty powerful, isn’t it? I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable with a quirk like that and all it can do. I mean, it’s a little creepy, right? Being able to control someone?”

“Shut up! I know how your quirk works! But you can’t do anything to me if you can’t say anything, right?!”

“You’re applying where? Shinsou, come on, there’s no way you’re going to get into a place like U.A., I mean, yeah, your grades are pretty good, but… Your quirk. You know?”

“Shh, I don’t want him to hear, but we need to take him back. I can’t do this. I can’t keep someone in my home that has such a villainous quirk. What if he uses it on the kids? On us? I want him out of the house-!”

“Shinsou?” Startled out of his thoughts at the call of his name, Shinsou Hitoshi did his best to keep his breathing calm and steady as he looked over at where one of his new classmates was standing in front of him. It was Ashido, because of course it was. “Hey, you doing alright? You seemed kind of zoned out, there.”

Trying to shrug it off, Hitoshi gave a little nod. “Sure. Just lost in thought. Where’s your horde of idiots?”

“Being idiots.” Following the gesture to where Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were all rolling around on the ground, knocking over desks and fighting and arguing like feral cats, Hitoshi snorted. “Just wanted to let you know that class ended a couple of minutes ago. Figured something was wrong since you’re usually one of the first ones out the door.”

“Like I said, just lost in thought,” Hitoshi waved off, not really wanting to share that he was once again reflecting on the quirk he had been cursed with. She was the type to be aggressively supportive and rat him out to Aizawa all at the same time. God he wished he had been put into Class 2B sometimes.

“Uh huh.” Ashido crossed her arms and was in prime position to slip into therapy mode. Hitoshi looked around the room quickly and then realized he didn’t have to look far.

“Might want to corral them before they break something-” Beautifully timed, there was the sound of crunching wood and a shattering desk. Hitoshi smirked. “Well. Something else.”

Ashido twisting around and opening her mouth to yell was all Hitoshi needed to enact his escape and slip out of the classroom. He must have been lost in memories longer than he realized. While there were a few stragglers, the halls were almost empty and there was the usual silence that settled once classes were over for the day.

At least that made it easier for Hitoshi to get to the library without dodging loud, excited students that sometimes couldn’t control their quirk. They were only a month into the school year and Hitoshi had almost forgotten how eager first years could be, especially with their quirk control — or lack thereof. Apparently, roughly ten or so years wasn’t enough to learn at least a little control.

Ah, but Hitoshi was being bitter, wasn’t he? It wasn’t often anymore that he had his bad days. Ever since Shouta had taken him under his wing (and then fostered and adopted him with his husband who was Present Mic of all people), Hitoshi had gotten better about how he viewed his quirk.

Hell, people at the Sports Festival — pro heroes — had said how useful his quirk could be for hero work. His classmates had been proud of him and threw him a party when he got into the hero course and his new classmates had thrown him another party. His quirk had even been a key turning point in the fight against All For One! He was at the point where he should more than see how useful his quirk could be to people.

And yet…

You can make anyone do anything you want! sounded terrifying to everyone — even to him. It was a ‘villainous’ quirk, nevermind that plenty of heroes had darker quirks that only weren’t called villainous because of the hero that wielded them.

(There was a reason Eraserhead, who could take away quirks and Present Mic, who could render people deaf, were his favorite heroes. He knew what it felt like to have a dangerous quirk.)

Focus, Hitoshi chided himself, shaking the thoughts off as he finally reached the library and slipped inside. Getting lost in his head and feeling sorry for himself wasn’t going to help anybody, especially him. Besides, the longer he went feeling sorry for himself the more likely it was his dads would notice and try to be aggressively supportive.

Heading for his usual table near the back of the place Hitoshi noted that the librarian wasn’t at the desk and instead stocking shelves or chasing off idiots. That also meant, though, that there was no one to call for backup or help when he suddenly heard gasping breaths tearing through the air, sounding like someone couldn’t breathe.

If it was even half a year ago Hitoshi would have paused and been torn on what he should do. After everything, though, he didn’t even hesitate before he was rushing towards the sound and cursing the fact that students weren’t allowed to carry their weapons on them at all times. The binding cloth would be really useful if Hitoshi was about to come across some insane villain who decided attacking a U.A student was-

Ah.

Shit.

Instead of a villain attacking a student, which Hitoshi could have much more easily handled, it was a perfectly healthy student collapsed on the floor and looking like she was in the middle of a panic attack and couldn’t calm down.

Desperately withholding the urge to swear with enough curse words that he’d be grounded for a month, Hitoshi dropped his bag and then followed with himself. First things first, he needed to look as non-threatening as possible and then he needed to get the kid to start taking some deep breaths. Passing out from a panic attack wasn’t fun for anyone involved.

“Hey, can you hear me?” A quick check to see how coherent she was, Hitoshi felt a little tension leave him when her eyes snapped over to look at him. The tension came back when he noticed how wild and stressed they were. “My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, a second-year student in the hero course. I’m not sure how aware you are, but you’re having a panic attack.”

There was always a chance it was some type of allergic reaction, but Hitoshi couldn’t see any swelling or redness anywhere that would indicate it. He had also had enough panic attacks to be able to spot the difference between it and anaphylactic shock. He also had enough to know that saying it’s okay or just take a breath wasn’t going to do shit.

Best way of dealing with it was, likely, going to be reassuring her that she was at least in a safe place. “You’re in the library at U.A. right now, which is about the safest place you can be. You don’t need to worry about any sudden attacks and even if you do pass out, Recovery Girl is still here and can help you. So I need you to try and get some breath in if you can, okay?”

Hitoshi knew he didn’t exactly look like someone who was good at comforting kids, or even acted like it, but he at least knew how to keep an even, calm tone.

It didn’t seem to be helping, though.

Instead of calming down, the girl only seemed to be working herself up more and more — not that Hitoshi was shocked. She was definitely a first year, but she looked even younger than she should. Possibly skipped a few grades? Even if she was fifteen, feeling something like a panic attack probably made her feel like she was about to die.

Looking around and praying for an adult or a burst of inspiration, Hitoshi froze as he saw his backpack slowly lifting into the air, followed by half a dozen books that were soon becoming a dozen.

Gaze snapping back to the girl, Hitoshi finally did let slip a swear as he realized that she had something like a levitation or telekinesis quirk and it was going wild around them. The last thing they needed was a bookcase falling down on them, too.

“Okay- Okay.” Hitoshi needed to calm her down before her quirk ended up hurting her, him, or both of them. He also knew a perfect way to do it and felt half-sick even as he knew it was the quickest way. “I’m going to help you, okay? You need to be able to answer me verbally, though. It can be anything, you just have to respond to me, okay?”

Hitoshi threw as much of his quirk into the question as he could, waiting breathlessly and with a rising sense of anxiety. When he finally heard the smallest, breathiest “Okay.” in response he grabbed onto the word and wrapped his quirk around the girl as carefully and tightly as he could.

“Breathe in for two seconds. Hold it for four seconds. Breathe out four seconds. Repeat this three times.” His quirk had her firmly under control and Hitoshi watched as she began following his orders. There had been no point in ordering her to do the usual calming breaths when she had no air to spare, so working up to it was his best choice.

The books still floated around them, Hitoshi on edge as he silently counted out the amount of breaths he had ordered her to do. “Good. Now breathe in for five seconds. Hold it for six seconds. Breathe out for eight seconds. Repeat this five times.”

Slowly, the girl’s chest started to rise slower and slower, her eyelids drooping even as the glazed look remained. She would be exhausted and crash as soon as she was sitting down and aware again, likely.

“Really good. Now, carefully lower everything you’re lifting with your quirk, then release your quirk.” Standing up slowly and grabbing his bag once it was free of the quirk, Hitoshi ignored the books on the ground. “Stand up carefully and slowly. Once you’re steady, follow me.”

Hitoshi had a wild thought that he had no idea what the punishment was for using a quirk on a fellow student when it was for good purposes, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be very lenient. Still, he wasn’t willing to release her until he had her in Recovery Girl’s office — then at least if she went right back into an attack there would be an actual medical professional to help.

The walk was quick, at least, and the halls were clear of everyone which meant Hitoshi didn’t have to worry about someone asking why a first year was following after him blankly and quietly and obviously brainwashed.

“Recovery Girl?” Forcing the thoughts and worries out of his head, Hitoshi knocked on the office door before opening the door. “Are you- Ah.” Recovery Girl was in. So were both of his dads. Because of course.

“‘Toshi?” Hizashi was the first one to speak, confused and then panicked. “Are you alright? What-”

“I’m fine,” Hitoshi blurted, cutting Hizashi off before he had to deal with two panicking people. “Just- Yeah. Alright.” Opening the door fully, Hitoshi looked back to the girl who he didn’t even have a name for yet. “Walk over to one of the beds and carefully lay down.”

As ordered, the girl did so. Hitoshi half-expected some yelling or frantic questions as to what was going on, but somehow the dead silence was even worse. Still. He could run out of the room and book it to a hole to hide in once he was done.

Taking a slow breath, Hitoshi released the hold on his quirk until he no longer had control, walking over to the bed and standing a few feet away as the girl groaned and looked even more exhausted then he would have thought. “What…?”

“Hey,” Hitoshi called quietly, waiting until she focused on him. “You’re okay. I don’t know how much you remember, you were having what looked like a panic attack in the library. Started using your quirk a little. I- My quirk, it let me, well…” Shit. How did he explain that one?

Before he could, the girl made a sound like she was going to cry and Hitoshi was about to jump out the window. He then froze as she whispered, “You made it stop.” It wasn’t said like an accusation. “Thank you.”

“I…” Clearing his throat, Hitoshi forced himself to not look over at the adults. “My quirk is Brainwashing. I used it to help you calm down and get to Recovery Girl’s office.”

“You helped me breathe.” Alright. She at least remembered everything, which was a good sign. Shrugging, and ready to make an excuse and run because the adults still hadn’t said anything, Hitoshi froze as the girl suddenly jumped off the bed and threw her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you.”

“Oh- Uh.” Hitoshi raised and lowered his arms and then, very carefully, pat the top of her head. “You’re welcome?” Almost instinctively, he looked towards his dads for help. Instead of looking worried or disappointed or anything about him using his quirk, Shouta was smirking at him and Hizashi was looking ready to either cry or join in on the hug or both.

Recovery Girl, proving that she was Hitoshi’s favorite, came to his rescue. “Alright, let’s get you back on the bed and we’ll give everything a look.” In short order the girl was shuffled to the bed, Hitoshi and his dads were pushed out of the room, and Hitoshi was being suffocated with hugs.

“‘Toshi! I’m so proud of you!” Hizashi wasn’t quite yelling, but was damn close to it, and Hitoshi wasn’t sure how to react for a minute.

It was made worse when he felt Shouta ruffle his hair, smiling at him and offering a quiet, “Good job, kid, using your quirk like that.”

And, huh. Yeah. Hitoshi had just his quirk to stop a panic attack.

His whole life, ever since his quirk had appeared, he had heard about how his quirk was villainous and evil and could be used to cause harm. He had always heard about the bad things he could do with his quirk, but… He had almost forgotten about the good he could do with it.

He had used his quirk to help his team win during the winter exam. His quirk had been the only way Aoyama and his family had been able to lie to One For All. His quirk had turned the tide in battle and put that giant on their side for a while. His quirk had helped someone break out of a panic attack.

He kind of hated that it had really taken him so long for him to really get it, but he supposed he was at a hero school to learn just what he had.

Because he could do anything with his quirk. He could choose to do anything with a quirk like Brainwashing.

And that meant he could go above and beyond everyone who had ever said different and he could choose to do good with it, too.Plus Ultra, wasn’t it?

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therealvinelle · 2 years ago

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Say something happened in London!Tom wasn’t invited to hogwarts by accident (or whatever reason you prefer) and then all of a sudden he meets wizards. what would he do? Would he similarly latch on to this new world as his hope for life? Would he be angry at being excluded and go down a similar path as in canon?

(Anon is referring to A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to London, a fic written by @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta and I.)

Is this before or after he meets Carlisle?

If it's before, then yes, and we get shenanigans as wizards have very set ideas on how magic works. Tom, who's not using a wand or any spells and who doesn't know what anything is called, would be dismissed. Besides, if he didn't get into Hogwarts, he must be a squib.

Tom is not allowed entrance to Hogwarts, he's already seventeen and it's not like he received a letter. Tough luck. I imagine once they learn he exists, the Ministry comes down hard on him with the way he's been advertising what he can do to Muggles, and threaten him with Azkaban if he doesn't desist.

Tom, who has no connections in the wizarding world and no idea how a wand works or what a potion is, has no chance of getting employed or apprenticed in the Wizarding World either, and with the Ministry shutting down his source of income he's got nothing.

Becoming a traveling agent won't help him, he depends on a network that knows he's good for it for his "I perform miracles for money" business to work and when he doesn't know the capacities and limitations of the Ministry, there's no way to tell if they'd simply follow him, and if going abroad would make it any better.

I imagine Tom gets a Muggle job to get by, as becoming a gangster when he's got nothing to bring to the table would mean becoming a disposable thug, and becoming a criminal in his own right would be a fast way to get arrested when he can't use his magic.

In time, he discovers that the Ministry doesn't actually know when he's using magic, which... opens up for a few possibilities.

Per A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to London, his own lack of legacy and purpose bothered Tom greatly, and it would be infinitely worse for him if he was forced to stop using magic.

If there is a society that could have prevented the Blitz, the entire war, without difficulty but chose not to because they are so convinced of their own genetic superiority that non-magic users have no worth to them, and they'll ruin Tom's life without a thought because he dared to help...

Tom hated the magical world in canon too, but this version will be feral. He will see very little difference between the magical world and Nazis, one is merely lying about what it is.

Tom devotes himself to destroying the magical world, it'll be his purpose in life or so help him God.

Which... is going to mean the creation of an alter ego that knows how to use a wand and totally is One Of Them, one who pits them against each other and offsets a terrorist campaign, with the end goal of total destruction. Hm.

#a funny thing happened on the way to london #my fic #fic meta #the carnivorous muffin #the carnivorous muffin fic

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maester-of-spreadsheets · 2 years ago

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Funniest place on the internet right now has got to be /r/titanic

So just to recap it’s one of those Reddit subs that is slightly feral and it’s unclear if there are mods. Most posts there get like 5 comments on someone’s discovery about a second class passenger’s later life via ancestry dot com (often people just commenting like yeah someone already found that out in the 90s.) it hasn’t bothered with any of the blackout/protest stuff because again…. Are there mods? Is this anything? Still a sub I subscribed to because occasionally there would be a hidden gem post/discussion

Then this week’s news cycle attacked

Posts there are now getting hundreds of comments and the same articles being posted a dozen times in a row like this is a buzzy hbo show sub.

Which means! We now have comment sections turning into cage matches between 1. the kind of redditors who just kind of drift through /all/ every day commenting on inaccurate descriptions of rage bait TikToks and 2. Titanic history hobbyists who are some of the biggest sticklers for getting the facts right that you will EVER meet in this life. Their 80s forebears were rumored to literally argue with eyewitness survivors about whether the ship broke in half or not

Sometimes, in response to claims that are clearly based entirely on the movie, you will get paragraphs upon paragraphs about how the titanic didn’t actually completely ignore the iceberg warnings and here’s the actual chain of events.

But sometimes you get the sickest of succinct kiss-offs like this:

Just…. Truly “an unstoppable force meets an immovable object” in action.

And yes I realized how awkward it is to keep having to use the word sub here. So have of the users of said sub!

#there probably are mods all along btw #there are some pretty good pinned posts up rn

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Someone is cooking meat in order to sell it for today’s market. And that meat is about to be Vader’s.

He’s cold, he’s tired, and he’s starving. At least when he lived with his alpha friend there was food cooked for him- he hasn’t had a full meal in so long.

Vader slinks through the market space, sticking mostly to the shadows, skillfully approaching the meat table with precision and stealth.

When the vendor turns to grab a few more chicken thighs to put in, he quickly grabs tray of cooked meats already sitting out and sprints off.

Hearing the commotion, the vendor turns, shouting after him. “HEY! SOMEBODY GET THAT GUY!”

A few men watch him run and then chase after him, following him all the way back to the alley he’s made his home.

“Fucking feral piece of shit,” one of them murmurs. “They’re always causing problems.” He moves forward even as Vader, backed into a corner, starts growling lowly at them, baring his teeth. “Yeah, big strong man. Stealing when nobody’s looking because you know it’s wrong. That’s how that guy makes money- and you took it.”

He brings a leg back and then sends it straight into Vader’s ribs, smirking as the man in front of him yelps.

And then Vader twists away, revealing the silver hilt of a lightsaber on his waist.

The man freezes, eyes widening. “Well what do we have here… looks like we got a Force user, boys. A feral Force used. What a freak.”

They start to surround Vader the best they can, trapping him in the corner in a half-circle arc. And then they pounce. Fist after fist comes flying at him and Vader growls at each of them, fighting with just his own hands as well.

He’s feral. He’s in rut. How would he know to use the pretty shiny thing on his hip? How would he know to crush them with a tight squeeze of his fist?

“AWAY.” He growls out, shoving one man hard enough into the wall that the man’s head cracks open before he falls to the ground. “AWAY.”

I pause my walk through the market at the sound and look down the alley, “HEY- what’s going on here?”

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dashboarddiaries · 2 years ago

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Dashboard Diaries is a production of Atypical Artists, hosted by Lauren Shippen (@thelaurenshippen) and Cher McAnelly (@overchers). Our theme was composed by Lauren Shippen and mixed by Brandon Grugle. Art by Shae McMullin. Transcription by Laudable.

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Transcript under the cut!

[intro music]

Cher: Hello, Chefs! I’m Cher McAnelly, Head of Entertainment at Tumblr. And person who makes a pretty good ratatouille

Lauren: Nice! I’m Lauren Shippen, a person who can’t even handle the stress of a fictional kitchen.

Cher: (laughs) And this is Dashboard Diaries, a podcast for you – the folks who are in this internet bunker with us. We talk about what’s going on in our favorite hell site, get into what we like to call “tumbl-lore,” do fandom deep dives, and share the times when we’ve gone feral over a new ship.

So, Lauren, how has your last week on Tumblr been?

Lauren: It’s been good. It’s been busy. I feel like we’re experiencing a thing on Tumblr right now that we experienced back in the fall, early winter, late last year which is that a social media platform is having a meltdown and Tumblr is Lady Liberty – bring us your weary masses, right?

(laughter)

Cher: We’re like shh it’s okay.

Lauren: You’re home now. So, for those of you listening who might not know, Reddit has made some decisions lately that are incredibly unpopular with their users. They are making their API, which is basically the thing that third party apps can be built on, they’re charging for it now so all of these third party apps that a lot of people rely on, including moderators of these huge, huge sub-reddits are basically shutting down because they can’t pay the three million dollars a day that it would cost to upkeep this app. And so as a result, Reddit is going through a series of really funny protests. Some of which we’ll re-blog to DashboardDiaries.Tumblr.com.

But then also a lot of people have just been coming from Reddit into Tumblr and I’m curious, Cher, have you gotten the same kind of impression in terms of like all of a sudden there’s just a swarm of users getting used to using Tumblr?

Cher: Yes, definitely. In the time that I have to use Tumblr in the past week and since this API integration was announced, which I believe they did a black out on the 12th and 13th, I wanna say ...

Lauren: Something like that.

Cher: A lot of sub-Reddits kind of went offline for 48 hours in protest. Since then, yeah, we’ve seen a huge uptick in signups and new users and people reactivating their accounts. And similar to what we saw with the Twitter migration, or as we like to say Tw’exit ...

Lauren: (laughs) I’ve not heard that before. I like that, that’s good.

Cher: Yeah. (laughs) We have also seen an influx of existing users and already established users creating these welcome guides or Tumblr How To’s or Rules of the Road guidelines. I feel like there’s another better word that I am not finding at the moment, but I do love how welcoming the Tumblr community is and people are very much like, “Hello, come join us. Here’s how we do things. Here’s the do’s and the don’ts and the fandom’s.” How about you? What have you been seeing?

Lauren: Yeah, I mean, same with all of those posts of kind of acclimating people to the Tumblr eco system. And one of my favorite posts that I saw that was not quite that was a post of someone basically saying Reddit and Tumblr have sort of been these opposing forces in a lot of ways because of the way people interact with fandom on both of those sites is incredibly different. And this is sort of the equivalent of like someone’s mortal enemy showing up on their doorstep all bloody and battered and being like, “You’re the only person I could come to.”

Cher: Yeah – (laughs)

Lauren: Of course Tumblr is going to Tumblr and so somebody made fan art of personifications of Reddit and Tumblr.

Cher: Oh my gosh.

Lauren: And this sort of ship scenario. We re-blogged it to DashboardDiaries.Tumblr.com. So, go check that out. It’s amazing. But also one thing that’s been really fun, we’ve talked ages and ages ago in our Tumblr user guide in one of our first episodes about re-blogs and likes and how there was this discourse around people encouraging re-blogs. And because of the way that Reddit functions, everyone’s sort of been talking about how people are re-blogging and actually leaving comments way more than usual because that’s how Reddit knows to behave.

And I think that’s really interesting. It’s sort of ... I have felt like the way that my Dashboard is appearing shift a little bit in a really fun way.

Cher: Oh, I didn’t even think of that. That’s such a great point. And yeah I’m an active Reddit user as well as a Tumblr user. I feel like I love the way ... the way that I engage on Reddit is completely different from the way that I engage on Tumblr. And I feel like they really complement each other in the way that you can dive into a specific Reddit community and kind of everyone is encapsulated in this one community whereas I feel like Tumblr is a little more kind of fluid between all of the fandom’s and everything going on.

And also I really like how on Reddit you can for example say, “Okay, I’ve only seen episodes 1-5 of season two of the Bear,” for example. So, I clicked into Tumblr because I was like, “I want to see what Tumblr people are saying.” Immediately was like spoiler everywhere. So, I feel like on Tumblr it’s like, okay, you finished it, you’re not going to get spoiled, here is where you dive in and fully go all in. Whereas on Reddit it’s very much like , okay, I want to look about how people are talking about this one moment in this specific episode or whatever it is. So, I love kind of the way that the two engage. And I do think Redditers will enjoy it on Tumblr just like Tumblr is often enjoyed on Reddit.

Lauren: Exactly. That’s so true. And I do want to read one post that a bunch of people have been re-blogging over the past couple of weeks. It already has 50,000 notes. And it was just posted on June 12, which is wild, that I think perfectly encapsulates this difference between ... because I use Reddit, too. And I behave differently on Reddit. And so this is from user @thesmegaladon, which is a great name, saying, “Going from the Reddit Star Wars fandom to the Tumblr Star Wars fandom is giving me insane whiplash. The upside is that people aren’t bitching about every single imperfect detail in the entire franchise, but the downside is I’ve seen more fan art of Obi Wan and Commander Kody tenderly knowing each other than I ever wanted to in my life for the last three hours and has probably fundamentally altered the way I interact with the entire franchise.”

Cher: (laughs)

Lauren: And then they eventually re-blog their own post and was like, “I’m kind of into it.” (laughs)

Cher: Tumblr strikes again. Love to see it.

Lauren: Strikes again!

Cher: The Tumblr Strikes Back ... oh that was bad.

(laughter)

Lauren: How about you, Cher? How has your last week on Tumblr been?

Cher: It was good. I spent the last week at Vid Con which was the first Vid Con I’ve ever attended.

Lauren: Oh, amazing.

Cher: I have never seen so many lights and sounds and things all in one space – it was very over stimulating ... in the best possible way but also the kind of way where every day we all went into our hotel rooms for an hour and we were like ceiling time and it was where we went into our hotel rooms and stared at the ceiling. And then we’re like, okay, we can re-enter the space now.

But yeah, Vid Con was a ton of fun. We sponsored the gift bags for the feature creators. And gave them all a copy action figure, which I was very excited about. I also got one. And I have a box of things I have been meaning to send you, Lauren, including a copy in there.

Lauren: Oh my god. I can’t wait.

Cher: Stay tuned. But yeah, I honestly barely had time to even look at my phone. But I feel like I was living in a dashboard. Especially ... yeah.

Lauren: I feel like Con is sort of a Tumblr adjacent convention. It’s no Dash Con but I feel like there’s a lot of crossover in terms of the people who go, the kind of people who spend time on Tumblr.

Cher: Definitely. Yeah. I went to the watcher panel with Ryan, Shane, and Stephen. And that was incredible. And they actually showed a Vid Con exclusive deleted scene from the new season of Ghost Files. And a great blooper reel. And I’m also just really invested now in Ryan and Shane’s beef. I don’t know if you follow Watcher, but Ryan and Shane-

Lauren: They have beef!?

Cher: ... are currently frenemies.

Lauren: Ooh.

Cher: Really fun to watch. I feel like I was living ... I was like, the Tumblr posts that will be created from this conversation ... I feel them emanating. You know? So, great last week. I felt ... we do a series called Tumblr IRL, generally for musicians where it’s a concert series and the goal is to create a space that feels like you’re stepping into the Tumblr of this musician. I felt like I was just in the Tumblr dashboard or in a very specific part of the Tumblr dashboard. Yeah, it was great. I had a lot of fun. And I’m also excited to be back at home and a little more zen .

Lauren: With your real Tumblr dash.

Cher: Yes. With my real Tumblr dash.

Lauren: Your personal Tumblr dash.

Cher: Yeah. Speaking of our dashboards, how about we dive into our archives for Dashboard Confessionals.

Lauren: Let’s do it.

[guitar]

Cher: So, what do you have for us this week, Lauren?

Lauren: So, I have a post from @RugBubbleGum from 2014 and I re-blogged it at the end of June 2015.

Cher: Excellent handle.

Lauren: Uh, yeah. Great handle. It’s very satisfying to say. Rug Bubble Gum.

Cher: Yeah, I like it.

Lauren: And it is a collage of Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Cher: Hmm. We love it.

Lauren: With some hearts and some different graphics around. It’s one of those things that you would ... or at least I would print out photos of all the characters that I loved and make a little collage and post it in my locker. Right? (laughs) This is absolutely something that I would have put up in my locker or on the inside of a notebook. I did that, too, for school notebooks. And I picked this because 2015 was a time when I was re-watching Buffy I think and it was sort of the first time that I feel like I really understood Spike all of a sudden. I really came into the Buffy fandom via Angel. I was a bit Angel person by the time I got to Buffy.

I just want to take a moment to acknowledge Spike and everything that Spike did for us. He is a proto poor little meow-meow. He is such a sad, scrungli man (laughs), and for the kids out there listening, know your history – watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer; see the wonder that is Spike. And yeah, understand what it really means to be a poor little meow-meow. (laughs)

Cher: Essential viewing.

Lauren: Essential viewing. What about you, Cher? What do you have from your archives?

Cher: So, I have a fantastic little post that I re-blogged in 2018 from @Carrotdiscs.

Lauren: Oh.

Cher: It is a photo of a courtroom where everyone’s heads are crows and it says “Caw and Order” and out of all their mouths it says “Caw.” So, you know, just on brand.

Lauren: Extremely good. (laughs) I would trust a crow lawyer, crows are very smart.

Cher: They really are. I follow a comedian, Sydney Battle ... I don’t know if you follow her at all, but she has been training the murder of crows by her house to bring her things. And she often updates on Twitter and Instagram and things about, “Oh, my crows have gathered today.” I’m really enjoying it. And I think she does have a little crow posse now, which who wouldn’t want that?

Lauren: We’re doing that. So, me and my partner are currently in the process of not a murder, but a pair of crows that we have been slowly befriending for the past six weeks probably. They’re still a little bit like cautious but we have a roof deck. And so we have been leaving a peanut ... oh, I actually need to feed them today. We’ve been leaving a peanut on the wall of the roof deck for them. And they come and get it every morning. And then they fly off and sometimes they’ll come up on the roof when we’re up there and sort of look from the light pole that’s near our roof. So, yes, Gussie and Tuppy are there names.

Cher: Oh my gosh.

Lauren: They’re named after P.G. Wodehouse characters. They did leave a tiny little bone once. And so I do think that was like a symbol of trust or perhaps a warning. Unclear.

Cher: TBD.

Lauren: But they haven’t left anything else yet so we’re still ... it’s a long courtship.

Cher: Oh my gosh.

Lauren: But it’s really fun, honestly.

Cher: I cannot wait to hear updates on this journey. That is so funny.

(laughter)

Please send a photo of Gussie and Tuppy, if you can.

Lauren: I will.

Cher: Or post on the Dashboard Diaries Tumblr. I’ve got to see that.

Lauren: Yes.

Cher: We need some fan art.

Lauren: Absolutely. Oh my gosh. (laughs)

Cher: Oh my gosh. Fantastic. So, with that, let’s head on in to our main conversation or topic today. Which is one of my favorite shows, largely because of thirst but not entirely. The Bear!

[game show trill]

Lauren: The Bear. It’s back!

Cher: The Bear. It’s back! We’ve been waiting. (laughs)

Lauren: And what did you decide the fandom was going to be called? The Bear subs? Was that it?

Cher: Oh my god. What ...

Lauren: Never forget.

Cher: Oh my god. What was that?

Lauren: I think it was the Bear Sub.

Cher: The Bear Sub. Yep, nope, the Bear Subs. Yeah. Mm hmm.

Lauren: Like a sandwich, right? Sub like the sandwich!

Cher: The Bear Sub, like the sandwich, ‘cause they make sandwiches. And that is why ...

Lauren: (laughs) That is the only meaning.

Cher: ... the only why that the Bear fandom are The Bear Subs.

Lauren: The Bear Subs.

Cher: Bear Subs. I am definitely a big ‘ol Bear Sub. Do you consider yourself a Bear Sub, Lauren? Can we say this on episode?

Lauren: Yes, I would consider myself a Bear Sub, yes. Because it really is one of my favorite shows of the last year. And watching season two just really reinforced that. So, Cher, I know that you were at Vid Con. How much of The Bear have you seen?

Cher: I have watched five episodes today. So, yes.

Lauren: Okay. Oh, so the next one is the hour long that you’ve got?

Cher: Oh, really? Is it? Okay.

Lauren: Yeah.

Cher: Very exciting. I already have so many opinions about season two. First off, cinematography – beautiful. Love the show.

Lauren: Yeah, hit me with all the opinions.

Cher: Just so nice to watch. Second off, really enjoying the way that each episode is focusing on a different character. I don’t think season one did that. That I can recall. And I’m really enjoying that for season two kind of giving us that time with all the characters. Also, Cardney shippers, rise up.

Lauren: We have to talk about this, right? Because I’ve watched all of the second season and when I dove into the tag obviously yeah there are some amazing gif sets because it is such a beautiful how to watch. There was some excitement around some of the guest stars that appeared in the season because the season was ... they had so many amazing guest stars. But I would say that ... it’s Tumblr, right, and so the biggest portion of content I was seeing was about shipping. And I think that this is such an interesting show because, yeah, the sort of leads are Sydney and Carmie. And they’ve got a really unique relationship.

And for the creators of the show, and Jeremy Allen White and Ayo Edebiri, the actors who play those characters, both of them are like, “Yeah, we just don’t see it ... we never intended for it to be a romantic thing. We don’t see them that way.” And as far as I can tell most of The Bear Subs on Tumblr are rabid for this ship. So, where do you fall on this ship? Are you a, what is it, Cardney?

Cher: Cardney is what I’ve been calling their ship and, yeah, I definitely ... I’m conflicted because first off I like that they are business partners and I know that a relationship would obviously impact that business partnership and I was so excited to see how much Syndey thrived last season, so I really want her to be an equal partner of Carmie’s. But why can’t they have it all? They should be able to have it all. And I am just, yeah ...

Look, I see the appeal of Clare Bear, and that’s what I’ve been calling the other ship ... but they’re childhood friends, blah, blah, blah, it seemed that they kind of had a thing but not a thing growing up. But I just can’t get behind it. I’ve been team Carmie and Sydney since season one. Yeah, what about you? What are your thoughts?

Lauren: So, it did start in season one for you?

Cher: Yeah, for sure.

Lauren: The Cardney shipping. Okay. Was there a particular moment where you were like, oh okay, I want these two people to kiss?

Cher: Ooh. I think that the short answer is I do not have a specific moment because ... I should re-watch season one of The Bear.

Lauren: It’s just in the water.

Cher: But honestly it’s just, yeah, the vibes. I knew coming into season two that I was hoping for some more with that. How about you? Do you have kind of a specific thing that sparked that?

Lauren: So, I don’t know actually that I can necessarily qualify myself as a Cardney shipper.

Cher: Oh, okay.

Lauren: I’m not opposed to it.

Cher: I made an assumption. Excuse me.

Lauren: (laughs) I really like the thing that they have going on. And I really like ... one of my favorite bands from the early 2010s is a band called The Civil Wars which they did a song with Taylor Swift for The Hunger Games, so they’re not a small band. But they only released two albums because they sort of broke up mysteriously after making two albums that were quite piney and sexy, but they were both married to other people. And presumably nothing ever happened between them. And it’s sort of like Fleetwood Mac thing, too, or Daisy Jones and the Six, that kind of creative partnership that blurs the lines between romantic and you’re not sure if anything ever happens. I love that stuff. Because I think that creative marriages are so unique.

There was even a scene in ... and you haven’t gotten to it yet and this isn’t really a spoiler ... but there was a scene between Sydney and Carmie in season two where I was like, I literally just want you two to go to marriage counseling. Not even for romantic reasons. I just want you to go to marriage counseling. Because it’s that intense of a relationship, right?

Cher: Yeah, oh my gosh, the whole I’m sorry in sign language thing.

Lauren: Oh my god.

Cher: They’ve introduced this season. Uh huh, okay, I like that.

Lauren: Yeah, so I totally see it. I would certainly not be mad if they kissed, right? But actually I don’t know that I necessarily ship Carmie with anybody. With his first interaction with Claire, they eventually sort of sold me on that ship in terms of him being in it. But his first interaction with Claire this season I was like, girl, you’re barking up the wrong tree. This man does not experience physical attraction. I just sort of think I’ve been reading Carmie as like sort of on the asexual spectrum. He’s just so into the thing that he does.

Cher: Yeah, I can see that.

Lauren: And I think that, I don’t know necessarily that after this season I still feel that way. But for me I do love the rapport that Sydney and Marcus have. I could be very into that ship. But-

Cher: I could as well.

Lauren: ... the real one for me ... this is going to sound nuts. And I haven’t really seen anyone else talking about it is Sydney and Richie. I’m just all in on that. (laughs)

Cher: Interesting. Okay. Talk me through this.

(laughter)

Lauren: I mean, I don’t know, once a character stabs another character I’m just sort of down.

Cher: Oh my god.

Lauren: I just really do like love an enemies to lovers trope. It’s one of my favorites. And there’s something about ... I do think those two actors have great chemistry. And there’s something about the way that they just absolutely are so gnarly and mean to each other in the first season and then in season two there’s this very weird stalemate. And I can’t really say more about it without talking about the last episode. But even in the first season I was sort of like I want these people to make out. I don’t know.

Cher: I can see that, honestly, because they’re both really fiery. Their tempers. But I also think she is badass and I love that she stands up for herself. So, maybe that’s a temper, maybe that’s just her standing up for herself. You know?

Lauren: And I think there’s something ... it’s almost like the knight/princess thing going on for me in some way.

Cher: Okay.

Lauren: I think with Sydney and Carmie it’s like they’re so well ... yeah, I would not be mad if that she became canon because they’re so well matched, right? They’re equals and they respect each other and admire each other and make each other better and challenge each other. That’s exactly what you want in an actual relationship. But I don’t watch TV and ship for what would be good in real life, right? I’m here for what’s going to be most interesting. And I think with Richie and Sydney there’s this sort of begrudging respect that Richie gets for Sydney by the end of season one that then goes interesting places in season two. In a sense that it’s like in my head Sydney is really coming into her own and she’s incredibly confident and Richie is just pining after her and just thinks that she’s amazing and is sort of the devotional knight, right, who will just do anything you say. And that really works for me. (laughs)

Cher: Yeah. I can see that.

Lauren: So, Sydney and Richie, Sichie? Rydnie?

Cher: No. Ridnie believe it or not? (laughs)

Lauren: (laughs) If you Sydney/Richie shippers are out there, please @ me, TheLaurenShippen.Tumblr.com. I want to talk about it.

Cher: Oh my gosh, I love it. What else have you been enjoying about this season compared to last season? What are your thoughts on them going fancy?

Lauren: Yeah, I mean, I really have loved the focus on individual characters. I was reading a little bit of behind the scenes. You’ve already gotten to the Marcus focus episode, right?

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: And apparently Lionel Boyce, I think his name is, the actors who plays Marcus, he’s like a good friend of Christopher Storer, the guy who created The Bear, and apparently even before the first season he actually sent ... if I’m remembering this correctly he sent Lionel to Copenhagen to learn about pastries and stuff. And so I love how all the actors have actually gone through pretty extensive chef training. And yeah, I think that when I was talking to my partner about the second season the thing that I kept comparing it to was Fleabag and how the first season of Fleabag is sort of ... You’ve seen all of Fleabag? Yeah, we talked about it before.

The first season of Fleabag is like this ... watching this woman be so self destructive and just be the worst version of herself sort of on purpose. And then the second season you see her consistently striving to be better but still kind of making the same mistakes in the sense that she still falls in love with an unattainable thing, right?

Cher: Yeah, hot priest.

Lauren: Oh, hot priest. And I think the first season of The Bear is just chaos, it’s just watching this restaurant, this group of people just devolve into chaos and then season two is like them intentionally making steps to be better and faltering. And there was something about that. It’s realistic optimism to me I think is the best way I can describe season two of both The Bear and Fleabag. The Bear still really stresses me the fuck out, but also like there were lots of times in this season where I was sort of expecting the worst thing to happen and then it didn’t. And they actually did okay.

Cher: Yeah.

Lauren: And I don’t know, yeah, where is your head at in terms of the arc of the season as you’ve seen it so far now that you’re halfway through?

Cher: I’m really enjoying it. I like that, yeah, as you said, I feel like last season was a lot about kind of getting down to rock bottom in a way. Or being at rock bottom, I think it kind of starts at rock bottom at least with Carmie. And the second season very much like they are literally tearing down and rebuilding. And I feel like they’re definitely like adding that “not only are they tearing down and rebuilding their restaurant but they’re tearing down and rebuilding themselves.”

Lauren: Yeah, totally.

Cher: But you can definitely see the parallels and I do ... look, I love a little self improvement. I love renovations of all kinds. So, I’m really enjoying this season and also just so beautiful to watch. I really love the directional choices and the cinematography. Even a few coming to mind are the scene where Carmie and Claire meet and the way that they kind of are in this aisle but they’re really focusing on just their faces and the way it’s lit. Yeah, it’s a really beautiful show to watch. Sydney’s episode with the food. I was watching it and I was like, “I am so hungry. I want every single one of these.” And it was, yeah, I really like how every episode feels so unique but they are really cohesive, it doesn’t feel anthology or anything but the episodes I feel like really directionally vary and I enjoy that.

Lauren: Yeah, it makes sense to me that they released the whole season at once, too, because I think it does work as sort of a marathon watch because I think week to week, yeah, it might be a little bit frustrating to sort of not always be in the main story right and to sort of be hyper focused on one particular person but I think as a whole it really functions so beautifully. And I think the other thing, too, with second seasons there’s always a little bit of like, eh, are they going to do it, are they going to tap into that magic again? Especially something with The Bear as just a show that was just released and then became this cultural juggernaut overnight.

I think they did it. I think they pulled it off. I think they improved on what they were doing and they didn’t stray too far and yeah, I really enjoyed the season and I’m so excited for you to get to the rest of it because yeah, you’ve got some stuff coming.

Cher: I will be finishing it probably tonight, if I’m being honest.

Lauren: Excellent.

Cher: So, yes, stay tuned for texts. (laughs) Yeah, I really love this show a lot. I’m really glad it’s back. I think the cast is incredible. I’ve loved and followed Ayo Edebiri for a while and she is just crushing it. So excited to see her crushing it. Yeah. Great show all around. And I can’t believe there’s an hour episode in this season. That makes me really happy. Yeah.

Lauren: Oh, and it’s a nail biter, let me say.

Cher: Oh, it’s a doozy? Got it. Got it. Got it.

Lauren: Yep. Buckle in. (laughs)

[gentle music]

Cher: With that, beyond The Bear ... which I think has us both really deeply in our feels, what has you in your feels this week, Lauren?

Lauren: Oh gosh. I mean, it does sort of feel a little bit like my head is just full of The Bear. I think the other thing I’ve been in my feels on is perhaps a little bit like self focused but I’m very, very close to finishing the first draft of a novel that I have been working on for what feels like a million years.

Cher: Oh my gosh.

Lauren: And it’s been a long road to get to this particular draft. I’ve done several drafts, half finished before I sort of figured out the structure and the pov and everything. So, this has been the first true attempt. And something that’s really kept me going and been really encouraging is sharing snippets of it with one of my good friends who I talk to about my writing and sort of getting her feedback and stuff on that. And this is related because she is a friend that I met on Tumblr. And through a niche fandom. And we eventually became super close friends and exchanged real info and now we’re constantly talking about writing and stories and our own original stories and the fandom’s that we love.

So, yeah, once again I’m just very grateful to Tumblr for giving me a community that helps me in my actual life. It’s very nice.

Cher: Oh, I love that. Also, I can’t wait to read your novel!

Lauren: I hope I am able to actually finish it. We’ll see.

Cher: Oh, you absolutely will.

Lauren: How about you, Cher? What’s got you in your feels this week?

Cher: So, I have been really in my feels about the series, Silo. I don’t know if you’ve been watching it.

Lauren: Yes, I’ve seen the first four episodes I think.

Cher: So, I am very into it. I love anything dystopian. If you’re not familiar, listeners, Silo is a dystopian Apple TV series based on a trilogy of books by author Huge Howie who is on Tumblr. HughHowie.Tumblr.com

Lauren: That’s amazing.

Cher: And the plot of it is essentially like the world has died and people live underground in this silo that goes two feet below the ground ... TWO MILES below ground. There’s 10,000 people living in the silo and it kind of ... it’s a few hundred years past the initial death of the earth and we don’t know what it’s like outside. And chaos ensues perhaps, we shall see. But I’ve been really enjoying the series. And I have no self control and can’t now just wait to know what happens, so obviously got the book and spent my entire flight from LA to New York last night reading the book. So, I am about halfway through now.

Lauren: Amazing.

Cher: I’ve now gotten past the show which is very exciting for me.

Lauren: That is awesome.

Cher: But I’m really enjoying it. Yeah, so the first book is called Wool. Yeah, it’s a really quick easy read, too. And I’m all in it. It’s just so exciting to get into a new series and know you have so much ahead of you. So, I’m in my feels about The Silo series and also just about reading at the moment. I feel like I’m in ... I go through phases where either I am constantly reading or watching a lot of TV. It’s very much generally one or the other. And I think I’m about to enter a reading era because I’m also going to read the Wheel of Time series after this.

Lauren: Oh nice.

Cher: Which is extensive.

Lauren: Yes.

Cher: So ... yeah. Excited about all of that. And we’re also doing an answer time this week with Hugh Howie.

Lauren: Amazing.

Cher: It will actually be going live on the 30th. So, it will be live today, the day that the episode goes up. Yeah, on Hugh’s Tumblr. So check that out.

Lauren: Do you have any questions that you’re particularly looking forward to asking him?

Cher: Ooh. I want to ask him who built the Silo. I am not sure if that’s answered in a later book. But that’s also such a spoilery question I’m realizing for an answer time. But I will say reading the book, so many questions that you have in episodes one through three are answered in chapters like one through three of the book – immediately they’re answered.

Lauren: Fascinating.

Cher: So, I was like it’s really interesting to me that the show held off on so many details that immediately ... in no uncertain terms are said in a couple of sentences in the book.

Lauren: That’s so interesting.

Cher: So, that’s really interesting. So, I think I may actually ... the question I’m interested to ask him is can you talk me through the differences between ... because there’s quite a few differences between the show and the book and the decisions to really kind of slow down this narrative and keep from the viewers what book readers kind of find our right away. I think that’s a really interesting choice. And the book is in the first person. No, it’s not in the first person, it’s in the second person. So, you know what everyone is kind of thinking ...

Lauren: Third person.

Cher: No, I am ... third person omniscient. That’s what it is. Thank you, Mr. Gavin from Senior AP English.

Lauren: Gotcha.

Cher: Got there eventually. Yeah, it’s third person omniscient, so you know ... it goes just like the show does, kind of goes through the perspective of multiple characters in the book. And each section are chapters from the POV of a different character. And so obviously in the show they can’t really show that internal monologue not really, kind of, but there’s a lot of things that they could have shown that would have really quickly answered things that they keep from you in the show.

So, I’m interested ... that’s a big question of mine. So, yeah, I’m all about Silo. The finale is this Friday, so the finale will also be coming out the day that our episode premieres.

Lauren: Gotta catch up.

Cher: So, big week on Tumblr, folks.

Lauren: Oh yeah.

Cher: Well, that concludes episode 24, which also puts us, Lauren, at one year since Dashboard Diaries premiered.

Lauren: Can’t believe it.

Cher: Cannot believe it. Time has flown. It’s been a fun year hanging out with you.

Lauren: It sure has.

Cher: And we are going to be taking a month of to really rest and reflect and we will be returning for episode 25 on August 4th.

Lauren: It’ll be here before we know it.

Cher: We’ll miss you! Yeah, think of us. And if you have any topics that you would like us to cover or things you’d like us to talk about, questions ... send them our way. And we are really excited to be back with you for episode 25 in about a month!

Lauren: Hell yes. And be sure to be following us at DashboardDiaries.Tumblr.com. And at our individual Tumblrs and we will see you on the dashboard.

Cher: Yes, indeed. And what is our email address again, Lauren?

Lauren: [email protected]

Cher: Fantastic. And with that I’m Cher McAnelly and you can find me at OverChers.Tumblr.com.

Lauren: And I’m Lauren Shippen, and you can find me at TheLaurenShippen.Tumblr.com.

Cher: This has been Dashboard Diaries. And ...

[outtro music]

Lauren: May your anons always be loving.

Cher: Your dash always refreshed.

Lauren: Your gifs always be loading.

Cher: And your ships always canon.

Lauren: May the fics you’re reading always be finished.

Cher: And the answers you seek always in the re-blogs.

Lauren: Thanks for scrolling with us!

Cher: ... and see you in August!

Our favorite chaotic Chicago restaurant and with it, some chaotic shipping opinions. Also, Tumblr welcomes frenemy Reddit with open arms and Cher views temporary frenemies Shane and Ryan in real life at Vidcon.

Credits and transcript in our reblog. You can find transcripts for this, and every other episode, here.

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thewriterowl · 2 years ago

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More dark din head canon? I kinda missed ut

I love Dark Din Content! I've needed to sit back and think about this because I haven't touched it in a while...I need to get back to my horrible, feral roots of making everything terrible with this.

So, let's see...what about Dark Din who doesn't fall for Luke at first? Like how I was tempted to do with Blooms but it didn't quite go to the level of Dark I wanted cause I felt like it wouldn't have matched the story to that point and wouldn't have been fair to Luke/Readers/The Plot?

I've considered doing another multi-chapter story of where Din is like a dark (but still good) king of Mandalore and he has to work together with a Force-user to rescue Grogu...but he makes it clear he hates this guy and would gut him if he could except he needs him. Luke is just vibing along as normal. Then he just makes things click in Din's head of "oh, I can never let him leave me"--like now it's a Blooms meets Little Bird type of situation

Once in love, Din would be feral over Luke. He would plot to keep Luke trapped on Mandalore. There would be an unspoken law that Luke Skywalker can never leave the world or there would be absolute hell to pay.

Luke would just be going about enjoying his time, thinking all of this is temporary, and wow it is weird his ship keeps having trouble, and he'll be sad to leave but he needs to do stuff and this family needs time to themselves, and Mandalorians still don't like Force-users...all the while there is a marriage being plotted and he has no idea.

Now, the things this Dark Din does:

-slowly begins to replace the few pieces of clothing Luke has with prettier and things of better quality. It starts off with just tunics and pants that are more like gifts and to help him fit in and have things that are just nicer in general. But then they become prettier, more feminine, and something that just common civilians of Mandalore would wear...even better than Clan Leaders or noblemen would have.

-is trying to slowly erase his connections, as few as they may be, to anything outside of Mandalorian space. No one really needed to know of Luke Skywalker and he did not need any reason to ever try to leave.

-tries to spoil Luke rotten; wants most everything Luke owns to be something he provided for him. He wants everything to make Luke think of him and as a reminder to others and Luke himself that this is all Din's. Din did this. Din provided for him. It was all Din and everyone needs to be aware of this.

-Luke has mostly free reign of the palace but cannot set foot outside without explicit permission from Din only and needs to be accompanied by someone. It seems over the top but he doesn't have much argument. This wasn't his homewold and things got a bit...messy and now he was potentially a target of enemies. But it still felt a bit overbearing.

-does have Luke followed and will try to be the one who follows him if possible. He normally can't, cause he's king and all that, but that doesn't stop him. He gifts Luke a cute little droid as a pet (Artoo hisses at it) that rides Luke's shoulder/head or floats next to him and gives Din all sorts of updates and live feed (he is a creep, but this is dark Din and we can go all out)

-has warned Luke that there are consequences to actions. he will be very lenient with Luke and most things but in regards to his safety, things are non-negotiable and he needs to listen and follow instructions (it takes time but eventually spanking is brought in)

Honestly, my brain is just bringing up delicious lead up to one of my favorite dark Din dinluke stories of Ni Ceta Ni Alor by @aureutr--cause can you imagine the slow breakdown of Din's sanity and his need to own, protect, and control Luke. The lead up to where we get to in that story.

Because I adore stories of Din already the victor, of him already losing his mind and heart to the darkness and succeeding where Anakin didn't--I love that SO much. But I also thrive on the build up, of how did he get his victory and how did he lose himself to the Darkness to the point Luke was swept up as well?

Ugh, love it so much

#owl inbox #dinluke #dark din djarin

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shigarakis-cumdump · 4 years ago

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Day 19: Phone Sex W/ Hawks

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Title: On a Trip

Summary: “Is it turned on baby? I might not be there with you, but I’ll make sure my baby bird still has fun~”

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Hawks had a mission he was going on, and he told you it might take a while. Weeks, even. You’ve never been without Keigo for more than a few days, so this was different for the both of you. He’d be too far away to send a feather and note, so you both stuck to calling occasionally.

The 1st night alone was a bit relaxing; you sat down for a movie, had some wine, and even played video games for a bit. Not having to work was great, too. Since you were dating #2 pro hero, he made it known that you’d never have to work another day in your life. It was nice for him to take care of you like this.

On the other hand, when he did finally have time off, he clung to you like a child. He was infatuated with you, and he made sure you knew. Whether it be from having lunch together or him stuffing you full of his cock, he always found time to be around (or in) you. Did I mention he’s also the biggest tease? The way he’d talk to you with a stern tone of voice if you’ve been bad, riling you up just to hear those precious whines when it was ‘too much.’

“My baby bird has quite the mouth tonight… I thought I trained you better than that.” He sighed. Keigos’ feathers slammed the bedroom door shut and he grabbed your chin with his hand. You looked him in the eyes, awaiting his fun punishment that he always had planned for you. But this time, the punishment wasn’t something you two had done before. “Since my baby’s been such a naughty girl, she needs just as cruel a punishment, correct?” You looked down, but his grip got tighter. “Understand?” he asked more harshly. You whimpered, “yes sir,” and his expression turned into a pleased one. “That’s my good girl. Now, why don’t you sit over on that chair for me?” You did as you were told, sitting on the cold chair stationed in the middle of the room. He brought out the red ropes and tied your hands and feet to the chair. You couldn’t help but get a little giddy, considering how much you loved his punishments. He had brought out a new sex toy, one he must’ve gotten while out alone. It was a flogger; one with pretty feathers embroidered on the handle, with long, crimson tresses ready to strike. He started with your thighs and made you keep track of how many hits you’ve gotten.

“Miss one and we start from zero.” He threatened. By the time you reached 15, you were already a crying mess, apologizing and begging for him to just stop fuck you. “But lovebird, this is a punishment.. Why would I give you a reward when you’ve been this bad?” he reminded you. Keigo would eventually give in at some point. He could only take so much of his darling panting and writhing in front of him for so long before his instincts took over. When they finally did, the ropes were taken off and he went feral. His nails were sharp as they dug into your shoulders and hips, forcing you to stay in place beneath him as he pounded into your tight cunt. Your moans filled the room every time he wrapped your legs around him and it hit that sweet spot that left you seeing stars.

That night was amazing, and you both missed that. Which is why, despite Hawks being so far away, the two of you still found a way to spend time together.

“Is it turned on baby? I might not be there with you, but I’ll make sure my baby bird still has fun~”

“Yes daddy, it’s on.” You reply, the eagerness scattered through your voice. You set your phone up in front of you to where the camera could perfectly see everything you had to offer.

“Good girl.. Why don’t you turn it on for daddy and press the vibrator up to your little clit.. Let me hear how good it makes you feel.” You leaned back and turned the vibrator on the lowest setting and it was already pretty powerful. The second the vibrations hit you, you were a whimpering mess, grinding against the toy desperately. “So fucking sexy.. How does my baby feel?”

“‘Feels r-really good daddy,” you moan. You look at your phone and see Keigo flip the camera to his cock, already red and hard as he pumped his length to the wonderful show you were putting on.

“Those pretty little panties are getting in the way..” he coos. You quickly tear them off and go back to work, the toy leaving you breathless. “Let’s turn the setting up one, pretty girl. You know I’d show no mercy~” You whine and press the up button, and the second level is much more powerful than the first.

“Daddy I can’t! I’ll cum soon, it’s too much..!”

“I give you permission to, but you’re not stopping until I’ve come- better pace yourself.” He teases. Your hips are moving on their own, and your free hand snuck up under your shirt to play with your nipples, pinching them just like Keigo would. “Such a dirty girl… Who knew you were such a whore even when I’m not around? Such a mess for me..” he was saying through grunts. You look at your phone again through lidded eyes and see him pacing himself to your bucking hips. God how he wishes to be inside of you right now..

“Is daddy feeling good too?”

“Oh don’t worry about me, pretty songbird, daddy’s feeling amazing.. Keep focusing on that cute little toy you have.. Grab a pillow to sit on and grind on it for me.” He tells you. You furrow your brows to the thought, the embarrassing position that he’ll get to see.. You whine as you grab the pillow and mount it. When you sit down on the vibrator, the vibrations shoot through you much more directly, and you couldn’t help but grind down on it like a pathetic kitten in heat. You whined out Keigo’s name in plea, not too sure what you were asking for.

“Does my babybird need to cum? Go ahead, put on a good show for daddy~”

You moaned ‘thank you’s’ as you unraveled on the toy, twitching and panting as your orgasm surged through your entire body. Turning the toy off, you look back at the camera and see Keigo still jerking himself off.

“Such a good girl. But I didn’t tell you to turn that off. I still haven’t cum yet. Remember what I said?”

“T-That I’m not stopping until you cum…” you mumble.

“That’s right baby..” He said with a smirk, “Now be a doll and turn the toy back on- you’re not finished.”

#kinktober2021 #shigarakiscumdumpkinktober #Keigo Takami #hawks x reader #hawks x you #hawks thirst #bnha smut #keigo x reader #phone sex w/ bird boy

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I am creating a non human race that is deaf and mute but telepathic. That however only solves communication issues among their own kind. They can learn to speak (albeit it depends on their poorly developed vocal cords) or read and write other species languages though. But how about environmental interaction? Should they have much better vision or something since they can't hear danger if not in front of their eyes?

Tex: How is your telepathy defined? Deaf people don’t always have an internal monologue that translates to what hearing people would typically infer as “speech” (George Takei, CaptionCall). It might stand to reason that your species would develop similarly, particularly if they’re aided by mind-to-mind communication - writing is an inherently visual form of communication, though it might not have an alphabet as we know, and pictographic language might be closer to the norm for them.

For the latter part of your ask, I’ll default to Star Wars’ development of Force Sensitivity (Wookieepedia) and Jedi training (Wookieepedia) - in particular, a Force User’s ability to sense their environment without the use of sight (Wookieepedia). This is partially already supported by preexisting science (Wikipedia), as well as some ventures into research (Tarlaci, S. (2010)), though of course there’s always room for worldbuilding to develop some ideas.

With such a talent, Force Users are capable of communicating with their environment - sentient beings, yes, but also animals and plants and conventionally non-living objects (rocks, furniture) that soak up impressions from living beings. In that way, a Force User can lean into the Force as a form of mental echolocation, and depending on their skills and strengths, can put their own thoughts into the world around them.

Star Trek has a similar vein of telepathy (Memory Alpha), though I would like to direct you first to the Next Generation episode “Loud As A Whisper” (Memory Alpha), because it shows a deaf character communicating using telepathy. I’m not sure if Riva in this episode was literally mute or habitually mute, but it does parallel a lot of your concerns in building your world about how a primarily deaf/mute society might function.

Feral: Although there are plenty of animals without external ears; I don’t know of any that have evolved to be completely deaf. All animals I’m aware of have some mechanism by which they can perceive sound waves via vibrations in air, water, or earth. Extraordinary eyesight would only help in as much as the threat is front of their eyes, so eye stalks that can move independently of each other and allow for 360 degree sight would be more beneficial than just greater visual acuity.

Now I’ve gotta be That worldbuilder… the Disability-Negating Superpower, Disability Superpower, and Disability Immunity tropes are often considered quite harmful by real-life disabled communities.

Telepathy isn’t “solving” any real communication issues here. Real d/Deaf people can communicate with others just fine - hearing people are usually the ones with the communication issue. Keep in mind that many people who identify as Deaf do not consider themselves in need of a cure, magical or otherwise, and activists with the Deaf community and other disabled communities are working hard to clarify that they individually do not have a problem, society has a problem being accessible to them. There is a movement right now to make ASL (and I’m sure there are similar pushes in other countries) a fundamental part of early childhood education; this would eventually effectively end any communication issues hearing people have with Deaf people.

Sign languages are their own fully developed languages and should be treated as such and not as something inferior to spoken language. Writing systems do not have to be phonetic or correspond to a spoken language.

Muteness specifically references the actual inability to speak whether due to physiological, psychological, or neurological/developmental causes. If your species is mute, then it’s not a matter of the language they’re learning to speak. Deaf-mute, in case you are not aware, is considered an outdated term and can be offensive when used in a non-historical context.

#pylons #communication

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narumi-gens · 4 years ago

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How did Naoya and his blue ball Queen meet 👁 👄 👁

note: Naoya’s Blue Ball Queen. Thank you, anon. That’s what I’m officially dubbing her 👑 also know that we know Naoya has a Kansai accent, I’m going wild. warning: smut words: 1.7k (I’m trash) related drabbles

When Naoya is assigned a mission in Osaka to investigate and eliminate a group of curse users who are rumored to have gotten their hands on a Special Grade cursed object, he thinks nothing of it. As a Special Grade 1 sorcerer and heir to the Zen’in Clan, he considers it more of an annoyance than anything else.

The thing that does catch his attention and raises his ire is that the higher-ups have decided to assign him a partner for this mission under the apparent logic that the growing strength of these curse users warrants sparing two Grade 1 sorcerers.

And when he finds out that this partner is just some woman without a cursed technique, he’s furious.

Throughout the entire duration of the mission, he finds himself bitterly fuming over your presence, his role as your babysitter, and your mistaken belief that the two of you are equals. When the mission is complete and the curse users are dead, he refuses to acknowledge the role you played in recovering the cursed object.

He’s not quite sure what happens next.

One moment he has you caged in against the wall in some seedy alley near the curse users’ base of operations, looming over you with a smirk as he tells you that your only value comes from how well you know how to serve a man and how many kids you can manage to pop out for whatever poor bastard ends up stuck with you.

The next moment, he’s underneath you in some Osaka love hotel watching through half-lidded, hungry eyes as you ride him to your heart’s content with nothing on your mind but your own pleasure.

He doesn’t know what did it. If it was the way you were looking at him like he wasn’t worth your time. Or maybe it was how every command he tried to give you went in one ear and out the other. It could have been how little respect you seemed to hold for him and his position.

All he knows is that he wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk from your lips, teach you your place, and put out that fire that he saw burning in your eyes.

But things aren’t going to plan. Because every time he attempts to take control as you bounce on his cock, slamming his hips up into yours from below at his desired pace or trying to flip you over so that he’s the one drilling into you, your grip on his throat grows tighter in warning.

He can feel your nails digging into the skin of his throat and his chest until you’re drawing blood and leaving behind crescent-shaped gouges that will last for days -- and serve as a reminder that he lowered himself to your level.

But that’s a problem for tomorrow. The only thing that matters now is chasing his own orgasm. Because, even though he hasn’t even known you for a full day, he knows with 100% certainty that if you come first then you’ll leave him still hard and aching for a release without a second thought.

And with the way you’re moaning with your head dropped back as the pace of your hips begins to grow a bit sloppier, he can tell that you’re getting closer. But he’s not far behind, his own end is in sight as tension continues to build in the base of his spine.

He begins to run his mouth despite your grip on his throat as he digs his fingers into your hips, determined to leave behind bruises that you’ll feel under your clothes for days.

“This is all yer fuckin’ good for,” he spits over the wet sound your pussy makes every single time you sink down on his cock. “Yer nothin’ more than a warm hole for me to dump my cum in.”

Before he can continue to rattle off insults and remind you of how little you’re worth, you release his throat only to slap a hand over his mouth that you then use to support your entire weight. Your fingers dig into his sharp jawline and the fury in his eyes as he glares up at you goes unnoticed.

“Shut the fuck up,” you pant, never once breaking your rhythm. Your eyes squeeze even tighter shut as you try to block him out. “I can’t, fuck, come if I have to, ah!, listen to your whining.”

He winces when you lift your hand from his chest, the nail marks you leave behind stinging. But it’s quickly forgotten when he turns absolutely feral as you begin to furiously rub your clit.

That seems to be all you need before you’re crying out and tensing above him as your pussy clamps down around his cock, the sensation making him groan into your hand.

But Naoya knows how to seize an opportunity when one presents itself and he knows that if he doesn’t act now then he’ll be left with only his hand to finish getting himself off. Taking advantage of how caught up you are in your orgasm, he uses his strength to flip your positions so that you’re sprawled out beneath him and surprise cuts through the pleasure on your face.

Only, he doesn’t want to see that fucking face or that fucking smirk or that fucking look in your eyes -- that look that makes him want to break you.

So, he pulls out and roughly flips you over onto your knees. He tightly grabs onto your hips before plunging his cock back into your still-spasming cunt until he’s buried balls deep inside of you. You toss him an outraged look over your shoulder and he sees your mouth opening to let out some sharp-tongued remark.

He cuts you off with a hand to the back of your neck that he uses to pin your head face-down into the mattress. You immediately begin to buck underneath him in protest but when he resumes fucking you hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin each time his hips meet your ass loud in his ears, you suddenly become slightly more pliant.

“That’s right,” he grunts, panting heavily as he takes in the sight of you on your knees in front of him -- ass up, head down. “Fuckin’ take it like the whore ya are.”

His words seem to reignite that spark in you because you begin trying to writhe away from him again. But his hold only grows tighter and his thrusts only become more brutal as he he keeps you in place. When he hears you trying to say something into the sheets, he pushes your face down harder.

“Fuck,” he groans as he watches you struggle beneath him. “This is right where ya belong. On yer fuckin’ knees.”

He sees one of your hands move from where it had been clutching the sheets to slip under your body and when he feels you clench down around his cock, his eyes turn wild.

“What makes ya think ya get to come again?” he seethes, now fucking into you with so much force that the headboard is hitting the wall with each thrust. “Ya ain’t earned the right to come twice. Fuckin’ bitch.”

But apparently, you’re presumptuous enough to think you have earned the right to come again because you’re suddenly tensing beneath him as your walls begin to spasm again, somehow even harder than the first time.

It’s enough to make him loudly moan and he has just enough foresight to pull out of your sweet, sweet cunt just in time for him to spill his cum in warm streaks along your back. The last thing he wants is to end up with you carrying some bastard kid of his.

As a sudden wave of exhaustion follows his orgasm, he collapses into bed next to you, absently running a hand through his sweaty hair and trying to catch his breath. He feels the bed moving beneath him and opens an eye to see that you’re already getting out of it before he closes it again.

Good. He doesn’t want to have to be around you any longer than he already has.

He can hear you moving throughout the room and the sound of you picking up your discarded clothing.

“I’ll let you report back and turn over the cursed object,” you finally break the silence to tell him and he looks at you to see that your back -- now wiped clean of his cum -- is turned to him as you pull on your jeans.

He clenches his jaw at your phrasing. You’ll let him. As if you have any right to let him do anything.

But before he can spit any of this out of you, you’ve already slipped your shirt over your head and are making your way to the door, giving no care to how your sweaty hair gives away how throughly you’ve just been fucked.

“By the way, Zen’in-sama,” you pause to say, your hand on the doorknob as you look at him over your shoulder. That infuriating smirk is back on your lips and he hates how his cock is already stirring again at your mocking tone. “It seems like it’s your value that’s dependent on your ability to serve.”

Naoya sees red and shoots up to prop himself up on his elbows, but before he can put you in your place, you’re already gone, the door slamming shut behind you and your laughter ringing loudly through the hallway of the hotel.

He’s left to seethe on his own and it only fuels his anger. The next time he sees you, you’re going to regret ever having dared to cross him. He’ll remind you where exactly you belong -- on your knees and serving him.

He focuses on this as he gets up out of the bed and pointedly tries not to think about how he let you get the last word.

It’s only after he’s showered and is getting dressed that he realizes with a blinding hot rage that you used his shirt to wipe his cum off of your back.

“Fuckin’ bitch.”

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 4 years ago

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General Hux x Female Reader/Kylo Ren x Female Reader

A/N: I literally kicked this out this morning, and I am posting it now before I change my mind. Bring in the Knights… I clearly woke up this morning and chose violence.

Warnings: alcohol, poison, blood, torture, Hux and Kylo finally work together, minor character death. Not a pretty chapter at all.

Word Count: 3530

Read Chapter 12 here on AO3.

Start from Chapter 1 here.

The ride in Kylo’s Command Shuttle was quiet, just the sound of the pilots communicating, a few troopers lounged in the seats behind you and you could feel their gazes upon the back of your neck. Your brain was fried, only a few hours ago you had woken up fully dressed and alone in Kylo’s bed. He hadn’t spoken much, letting you eat breakfast in comfortable silence while he scrolled through a datapad before announcing his business was concluded here and he was withdrawing the fleet from Canto. The unasked question of whether you were coming hung in the air and you chose to ignore it, getting up and dutifully following him to the ship. You were sad to see the beautiful place fall away, maybe once the war was over you could come back. Visions of returning with your arm linked with Hux’s made you smile a little but when they flickered out of existence and were replaced with your arm in Kylo's, your composure slipped.

The shuttle alighted smoothly in the main hangar, the refiltered air filling your lungs and you already missed the freshness of being planet side. It didn’t surprise you that Mitaka was ready and waiting to bring Kylo up to date on the latest, leaving you with a single trooper to escort you to Hux’s quarters.

The ever unchanging silence curled around you, filtering into the cracks of your damaged soul and expanding. Making an ache start in your chest, one you couldn’t suppress until your soft cries pierced the quiet. You had thought long and hard over Hux’s abrupt change in behaviour, bringing you to the conclusion that he was hating himself for opening up to you. For allowing so much of himself to be exposed in one go, so now he was clamming up and pushing you away. It didn’t hurt any less but you supposed it would be like this, one step forward and two steps back. You expelled a long breath thinking it was a dance you were committed to, no matter the outcome.

You had a quick shower, putting on a nightgown and robe now you were once again governed by the day cycle of the ship. You didn’t expect to see Hux tonight so you opened a bottle from the restocked cooler, pouring the clear liquid over a couple of rocks of ice before settling on the couch and picking up the datapad to read the manuscript you were invested in but you couldn’t focus. The words blurred into one on the screen and the alcohol made everything hazy. Your heart jolted when the door opened and you heaved yourself off the couch in surprise, clutching the arm to hold you up as the room spun slightly.

“Armitage,” you mumbled in surprise. “I didn’t…I wasn’t expecting to see you….today—night?” You frowned at your own nonsense. This wasn’t how you wanted him to see you, not now, not when he possibly needed you.

“In all honesty I wasn’t sure you’d be here.” He replied. He carefully put his hat on the table, slowly followed by his gloves and then his coat which he hung on the back of the chair. You watched him approach the cooler, his slender fingers wrapping around the bottle and looking at the label.

“Did you finish work? Are you staying?” Your tongue felt thick, your body was at a fever pitch and you stumbled when you tried to head in his direction.

“Armitage…” you lifted your hand trying to focus on it but your vision blurred. “I can’t…see.”

“What?” His response was whip sharp and you winced against the sudden pounding on your head. You cried out as your legs gave way, collapsing to the floor in a heap. Your vision swam, your breaths were laboured and a tingling sensation was racing over your body. In the dark corner of your mind you realise this wasn’t just too much to drink. You heard him call your name but you were sinking, not able to hold onto him, everything was melting before you. Disappearing into a cloud of black smoke and you couldn’t find your way out.

Hux watched Ren pace up and down the small area outside your private room. Actually it was a medical room set aside for the Supreme Leader, he’d had you directed there when he saw the urgent message for a medic to Hux’s quarters. Every footfall that sounded from the large man set Hux’s teeth on edge but he bit back a rebuke. The force user hadn’t lashed out yet and Hux wasn’t going to give him an excuse. Hux also wondered why he was here, the fleet was chasing down a lead on a new possible Resistance base so surely his attention would be better elsewhere than on Hux’s wife. Both men looked up as the door opened and a Dr came out, his face was grave and Hux felt the blood freeze in his veins.

“Supreme Leader, General. She has been poisoned.” Hux had already deduced that fact and he felt a flash of annoyance that this was being repeated back to him.

“What else?” He demanded abruptly.

“I’ve had to put her in a medically induced coma so her body can recover, it seems there is some damage to her internal organs and…” he swallowed nervously as the two most dangerous men stood glaring at him. “It seems this is one poison we haven’t encountered before.”

“Just put her in a bacta tank,” snipped Hux, not understanding why they were wasting time telling him this.

“They can’t,” rumbled Kylo. Hux frowned, hating the extra insight he had.

“Why not?” He could feel his temper slipping, his teeth clenching together as he glared at the doctor wanting him to answer and not Ren.

“The poison seems to have some bacta resistant qualities….” The floor rolled under Hux and he swayed slightly, if they couldn’t find an antidote the poison would keep eating away at you until your body gave up. “I seem to have slowed the effects, by keeping her body cold and slowing the blood flow but we need an antidote within the week, she won’t be able to stay in this state for long without accruing serious deficits.” Hux wanted to double over, he wanted to accept the pain that erupted from his centre and scream at the floor, but he didn’t. He wanted to barge past the doctor and hold you in his arms, he wanted to rip through his ship and shoot his own troops in the face if they so much as looked at him wrong. It wasn’t until Kylo removed his hand from Hux’s elbow that he realised the Supreme Leader had been holding him upright.

Hux’s feet finally became unstuck from the floor and he moved into the room, his heart in his mouth as he looked at you on the bed. The chill blankets glowed a soft blue colour, a tube was down your throat helping you breathe. Sensors were placed across your forehead and he felt the rage bubble up inside him, who would poison you? Why would someone do this? He also wanted to yell at you for drinking out of a bottle that clearly wasn’t First Order approved, which meant someone planted it and they were still in the ship.

“I’ve already got the Knights tearing through the ship.” Hux resisted rolling his eyes and chose to frown instead.

“Is that wise Ren?”

“Do you want them found?” He snarled, stepping up to the other side of your bed. Hux studied the feral look in his eye, the tenseness of his posture and the hatred that flared in his expression, until his gaze slid to you. His hand rose as though to touch you but thought better of it, curling his leather covered hand into a fist. His expression softened for a moment before looking back up at Hux. “I will let you know if we find anything.”

“Shouldn’t I be there?” Hux asked, not happy to be pushed out of such an investigation of his own personnel.

“Maybe you should stay here and be with your wife,” mumurmed Kylo.

“She’s in a coma. She doesn’t even know what day of the week it is, let alone if I’m here or not.” He couldn’t sit here staring at you, seeing how helpless and weak you were. He wouldn’t be able to sit and watch you waste away before him without doing something to try and stop this.

“Fine.” Hux moved to follow the Supreme Leader out of the room, his fingers flexing and a little ripple of anticipation ran down his spine. It had been a while since he got his hands dirty.

He couldn’t explain it, the way this trooper’s screams fed something twisted inside him. He leaned heavily against the wall of the interrogation room, sweet collected on his upper lip and he swept his damp hair off his brow in a fluid motion. Ren had shed his tunic, his corded muscles bulged, his pale skin flushed as he stretched an arm towards the man kneeling on the floor. Fresh screams erupted from the bound trooper and Hux momentarily closed his eyes as if basking in the sound.

A part of him recoiled at the unwavering way Ren ploughed through people's minds, he showed no mercy and Hux felt a stab of jealousy that Ren himself was clearly going to all this trouble for you. Hux had been told you had breakfast on a private balcony with the Supreme Leader, leaving in a hurry and then you were seen heading to his private room on Canto Bight. Hux wasn’t an idiot, but he had hoped you wouldn’t have stabbed him in the back so early on.

“Ren, stop.” Hux managed to say as the trooper’s heart rate spiked off the charts and the man fell with a clatter to the floor. “Anything?” Hux winced, his voice sounded loud against his tender ears. Kylo rolled his shoulders, sweeping his dripping hair away from his face before shaking his head once. It had been two days, two full days and night of torture, screams and questions all coming up with nothing. Hux gripped the datapad in his hands, his arms trembling as he fought the urge to throw it against the wall, screaming his hatred and frustration out. He’s always looked down his nose at Ren’s temper tantrums but now it was all he wanted to do, to break something or someone, to exercise his absolute fury out until he felt exhausted. He hadn’t slept for two days, he was already at his stimulant limit but he still considered another shot.

“You should rest.”

“No, I'm fine.”

“It wasn’t a request, General. You’re no good to her dead.” Hux contemplated ignoring the order altogether but he knew he needed a rest. He felt stretched, his breaking point was within reach and what good would he be if he was in a bed in the medbay as well? He wordlessly handed over the datapad as medics came to retrieve the trooper.

“You’ll keep going?” He asked brusquely.

“I will see you in 10 hours,” stated Kylo but Hux paused, his coat resting on his forearm.

“Five,” he countered.

“Eight,” Ren shot back.

“Six.”

“Done.” Hux nodded before leaving the room. He had six hours to pass out and then he was going to find out who did this to you.

Kylo waited until Hux had gone before slipping from the room and heading to his own quarters. Ap’lek stood outside the door in full armour, his executioner’s ax grasped in his hand as he stood guard. They didn’t exchange words, they didn’t need to. The door opened and he came face to face with Vicrul, his scythe blade resting on his shoulder ready to swing at a moment's notice. He stepped to the side to let Kylo in, revealing the scene in his quarters. There was a dark haired man kneeling on the floor surrounded by the rest of the Knights, Cardo had his arm cannon pressed into the back of his neck, Ushar had the kinetic charged end of his club in position ready to stun the man if necessary and Trudgen sat before the prisoner running a whetstone along the blade of his vibrocleaver. The sound rang out loud and clear in the silent quarters as he swept the stone with long strikes against the massive blade. Kuruk appeared from the bedroom, performing his checks and making sure the quarters were secure.

Kylo made his way to crouch before the shaking man, slowly running his eyes over the First Order uniform and seeing it was ill fitting.

Has he said anything? Kylo looked up at Trudgeon, the only Knight without his mask on.

No. Came the swift reply followed by another singing note from the blade.

“You won’t get anything out of me.” Kylo turned his attention back to the prisoner.

“We just did,” he stated softly. The prisoner looked up and Kylo could see the man had already surrendered to the idea that he was going to die here.

“The Resistance is not dead. Our spark shines bright in the Galaxy.” Kylo looked at him, just staring as he tried to decide how he was going to play this.

“Vicrul.” The Knight stepped forward and Trudgeon moved out of the way, tossing his chair away with a loud noise. Kylo rose and Vicrul took his place before the prisoner, removing his pastillion ore helmet and placing it carefully on the floor before locking gazes with the prisoner.

Sweat began to bead on the man’s brow, his face quivering the longer Vicrul looked into his eyes. Kylo could feel it, the ripples in the force that his Knight created, the darkness manifested and clung the Resistance fighter, gathering around his head. The other Knights all watched, their own vibrations reacting to their brothers and only the prisoners laboured breathing sounded in the room. It didn’t take long before a scream ripped the air and he began to thrash in the Knights grip, lost in nightmarish visions that only he could see. Kylo let Vicrul have his fun, showing the prisoner visions that would make a Wookiee cower, his screams increasing in pitch. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he began to convulse in the firm grips of Cardo and Ushar.

“Enough,” said Kylo softly. Vicrul broke eye contact and picked up his helmet, the darkness retreated and the prisoner blinked rapidly as though the light was too much for him, his entire body heaved and he looked wildly around.

“What are you going to do to me?” He cried, his voice full of panic.

“It depends what you tell us,” Kylo gestured to the armoured men around him. “My Knights are bored so I suggest you cooperate.”

“Wait wait! Can’t you just search my mind? Take the information for yourself?” Kylo turned away as the Knights shuffled forward, closing ranks around the prisoner.

“Where is the fun in that Major Wexley?” The man was screaming before Kylo had even made it past his door, Kuruk followed and silently traded places with an eager Ap’lek. “Let me know if he says anything. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Kuruk nodded and silently watched his master walk away. They knew where he was going.

Kylo sat at your bedside, his large hand covered yours and echoes of what was happening in his quarters shattered the quiet of his mind. He could feel the force pulsing with the darkside, spreading its touch through the ship. It manifested in different ways, someone pulling a risky move in the training ground and hitting their opponent harder than necessary, an officer shouting at his staff for a simple misdemeanour that should have been dismissed. A fight breaking out in the cantina between two troopers who didn’t like each other, a moment of blind frustration from a medic who threw what he was holding, letting it shatter against the wall.

The Knights had found Wexley trying to slip into a TIE and escape, Kylo hadn’t told Hux. The General was on a cliff edge as it was, Kylo didn’t need him on a murdering spree before all information was dragged from the Resistance pilot, so Kylo let his Knights have a reward. Their energy was chaotic when unused, it needed a release every now and again.

He moved his hand along your cold arm, hating how lifeless you looked, you were still alive. He could feel your light but the warmth was weak and fading. Kylo hoped this pilot had some answers because he didn’t know what he’d do if they didn’t find the antidote in time. He cast a quick eye over the machines noting how your numbers remained steady even though you ebbed ever so slowly away.

He still won’t talk. Kylo sighed, feeling the disappointment in Vicrul’s thoughts.

I’m on my way. He stood, bending over you and peering at your still face for a moment before sweeping abruptly from the room.

The first thing he could feel was the pilot's pain, it radiated out in all directions and Kylo clenched his fists against it. The next thing he noticed was the smell, blood, sharp and tangy against his nose. The floor was slick with the red stains, blood spatter littered the walls in spectacular patterns and Kylo came to a stop looking down at the pitiful man as he bled out onto the floor, his skin was pale, drained of colour because it now painted Kylo’s quarters. He crouched down beside Wexley who was laying on his side, the First Order uniform ripped and tattered, ruined beyond repair much like Wexley himself.

“Are you going to talk?” Asked Kylo softly.

“No.” He admired the man's tenacity, but his time was up. The screams that spewed from him had a hoarse quality, like his throat was too tired, his lungs had no air but Kylo didn’t care as he raced through the man's memories. He had planted the bottle, but it wasn’t meant for you, it was meant for General Hux. The antidote was a plant out in the Teth system. One of the few wild systems left in the Galaxy and travelling there and back again in the time frame left would be a risk, but it was one Kylo was ready to take. He withdrew from the dying Major, his memories growing dark as his body gave up.

“Ready the Night Buzzard,” he demanded. Kylo stood, hearing the last breath from Wexley before moving, his Knights following obediently behind as he began to make his way to the hangar.

Hux woke to the sound of his alarm, swiping it off the screen of the datapad feeling unusually refreshed. He had slept in his uniform so he could get up and find Ren straight away. He walked through the corridors of the Finalizer pleased to see his staff avoiding his gaze as he marched along, this investigation was reminding everyone who was actually in charge here and bringing out Hux’s ruthless side for everyone to see served as another reminder that he wasn’t to be messed with.

He stepped into the interrogation room, taking in the emptiness before turning smartly and heading to the bridge. His lips bruised together in irritation, if Ren had found something and left Hux out he was going to explode. As soon as he entered the bridge Mitaka was at his side.

“Sir, the Supreme Leader gave strict instructions not to wake you.”

“What’s happened?” Snapped Hux.

“The Supreme Leader and the Knights have left for the Teth system.” Mitaka told him.

“Left? What do you mean left?”

“They have gone to retrieve the plant needed for the antidote for….for…..” For you. Hux didn’t have time to pander to his Lieutenant and his sad emotions right now. He tutted, since when did you become such a beloved member to certain people who weren’t him? “He also said to tell you there is a mess in his quarters, but he wanted you to see it before it was cleared up.” Hux left without a word, what an earth could Ren want him to see?

Whatever Hux had imagined on the way to the Supreme Leaders quarters did not prepare him for the sight that met his eyes. Did he really need to see this? Hux was no stranger to torture and death, blood didn’t bother him, violence was his way of life but seeing this gruesome scene did indeed turn his stomach slightly. He also recognised the Knights' handy work.

“Do we know who this is?” He asked a Major who looked rather grey coloured.

“Apparently this is…was Temmin Wexley, Resistance pilot and the person who planted the bottle in your quarters, sir.”

“Clear up this disgusting mess. It has lingered on my ship long enough.” He snapped, displeasure and disgust making his expression contort. He left, stepping the familiar path to the medbay realising now all he had to do was wait. And he hated waiting.

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