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lesbinewren · 6 months ago

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I’ve learned too much about the Ahsoka show against my will (haven’t watched it and fighting the urge to) and the more I learn about Sabine’s plot there the more I wish they’d never touched on Rebels characters in live action. What are your thoughts on Sabine through the Ahsoka show, having seen it?

i think what stands out for me is that i didn’t hate it as much as a lot of other sabine fans i know, my gripes are more just the way that her story sometimes scrapes so close to being really really good, but never quite makes it all the way there. a big part of this i think is how they strayed away from a lot of overly-specific references and spending too much time on things that would need to be explained to non-rebels fans, which i appreciate from the perspective of making the show accessible (esp bc i have met a few people now who watched rebels for the first time BECAUSE of ahsoka), but i do think weakens certain aspects as far as being a spiritual successor to rebels

i think the broad strokes of what’s there could be really good, they just need more fleshing out. a lot of this is something that could be “fixed” for me in future seasons/stories assuming a certain amount of care is taken.

i’ll start with what i liked: i did warm up to natasha’s performance a lot quicker than i thought i would. the intro she has in the show had me captured pretty quickly, both because i think it’s a well-written character intro and how natasha sells it. i still prefer tiya’s iteration of the character, but natasha was really great at capturing the mix of soft kindness and attitude, plus sabines specific blend of insecurity and confidence. i think some of her best moments also come from how well she nails the chemistry between her and other ghost crew members (as sparing as those scenes are, which is a major gripe of mine). her and eman’s ezra are so electric to watch, and her one scene with hera hit it on the head (that scene also did a ton of heavy lifting as far as selling me on LA hera). you can FEEL the love she has for both characters and immediately get a sense of what their relationship is like, even if you don’t know all of their history. i genuinely think all of the LA rebels were at their best when they were interacting with each other, because those relationships all hit the nail on the head and i hope to see more of that in the future, especially with her and hera (and PLEASE bring zeb in, i miss him so much you can’t show me that you can make him look good in live action for a cameo in a different show and then not let him see his family!!!)

i liked the attention to detail the set design team had when it came to her apartment on lothal, i liked that they gave her a cat, i liked that they outright stated her sibling relationship with ezra. i liked her back and forth with huyang, i liked that they let her keep her more masculine style armor vs re-casting bo-katan armor, i liked that the show did not hold back on seeing how she’s been struggling with the loss of ezra and her birth family (though i don’t really like how the off-screen killing of the wrens was handled). i liked her rivalry with shin, i liked the scenes with her howler, i liked that she got a poncho for a bit, i liked the way she treated the first noti that she met. i liked the way she got to be selfish and messy and yet still we see that she’s a good person, that she learns from her mistakes and makes the right choices in the end even when it’s hard. i like that she cares, she cares so much it gets her in trouble and despite this she still gets to be sassy and snarky and have all of these pluralities that make her who she is.

genuinely, though everything below is way more long winded than what’s up here, my feelings towards sabine in this show do lean more positive, my criticisms are just more complicated and wordy than my likes lol. i think there’s a lot that’s done right (which i think majorly has to do with natasha’s performance), and so, so much potential. there’s a nonzero chance that season 2 could address most of my issues in a way that satisfies me and turns around my feelings on this, even if ultimately i think i will still always prefer and wish for more animated sabine

criticisms under a cut bc this is longer than i thought

the two big issues i have are the way her mandalorian heritage is handled and the way her jedi arc is handled.

when i say the way her mandalorian heritage is handled, i guess the better answer is the way it ISN’T handled. sabine being a mandalorian is so nonessential to her character in this show, that if you took her armor off you wouldn’t even know she was mandalorian. hell, keep her armor and just don’t have her helmet (which i also think she should have worn more without CONSTANTLY GETTING KNOCKED OFF ARE YOU KIDDING ME) and i bet you a lot of casual viewers wouldn’t have even picked up on it! compare that to her in rebels- being a mandalorian is so integral to her identity, even when she isn’t on good terms with any other mandalorians. she references it herself, other characters reference it about her. this is a character that wielded THE DARKSABER for crying out loud, and her mandalorian identity is erased? in an era where a show called “the mandalorian” is a disney+ flagship that this show itself is essentially a spin-off of, it boggles my mind as both a storytelling and a marketing decision.

any criticisms about mando s3 you may have aside, the last live action show before this one was about the reunification of mandalore. one of your leads in this new show is a mandalorian with a personal connection to the co-lead of that show who once possessed the macguffin you revolved a subplot around there (and is actually the one who handed it over to said co-lead in the first place, kicking off the shows whole backstory). and you just… don’t think about at least letting mandalorian heritage be a bigger part of this character? and not even that, but actively ignoring how important it was before? i understand wanting this show to stand on its own, but it feels like such a waste. sabine loving her mandalorian heritage while also rejecting certain parts of it is a huge part of what makes her character so cool and interesting, and i actually think could have worked really well in tandem with the jedi arc they have for her.

my hope is that now that they feel they’ve done the legwork to establish her as a jedi they won’t have to put quite as much focus on that and in season 2 and wherever else she shows up we’ll be able to see more mandalorian-focused aspects of her, but we’ll see how that goes.

which does bring me to the whole jedi thing. i don’t hate it- i completely understand why people do, but i did warm up to it by the end of the show. i also am not opposed to the idea of anyone being able to connect with the force, it just being a lot harder for those who aren’t naturally force-sensitive, to the point that it’s a non-issue for me. while it wouldn’t have been my preferred direction for her story to go, i actually do like the idea of sabine being a nontraditional jedi, blaster in hand yet following their teachings in her own way because they resonate with her as someone with a desire to help others and do good, and as an extension of how she loves and honors kanan and ezra as her family. we do see inklings of this in rebels, where she rejects certain violent parts of mandalorian culture in favor of “sounding like a jedi” based on what she’s learning from kanan (again a reason to focus more on her as a mandalorian, but whatever).

the problem is, it doesn’t really feel like the show’s jedi arc for her is actually following up on those things. the show doesn’t really address why sabine wants to be a jedi, outside of maybe it being a way for her to find ezra with ahsoka. but now she found ezra. so why does she care about being a jedi? is it because she believes in the code? because she wants to connect with the jedi in her life? because after all she’s been through, she’s searching for peace and balance within herself the jedi path can provide? the show doesn’t really bother to bring this up. i can fill in the gaps with my own fanon, but it feels odd to essentially be told “this character, who showed no interest before, wants to be a jedi now.” this is again something that can be explored in season 2 to satisfy me, but as it stands right now i struggle with it. because right now, the answer feels like “why does sabine want to be a jedi? so ahsoka can have a padawan”

especially because the closest we get to an answer isn’t actually a jedi thing at all- if anything, it’s dark side mindset. the most consistent thing we see with sabine wanting to be a jedi in the show is actually wanting to yield the power of the force. especially when it comes to her attachments (specifically ezra here)! nothing to do with selflessness, with inner peace, any of the core tenets of the jedi philosophy- it’s just about that power. i don’t think it was the intention, and if it was i think sabine struggling with the dark side is entirely natural to her character after all she’s lost at this point, if it was portrayed that way. but her triumphant moment of finally unlocking that power is not one where she realizes she has to find calm within herself to feel the force around her, but one where she is able to access it purely out of fear for her own life in a panicked moment, and then again out of fear for ezras life.

and maybe this is part of the story! the season does end with her rejecting her attachment and instead of going home with ezra, going back to help ahsoka because it’s the right thing to do. so it’s headed in the right direction in that regard. another hope i have for season 2 is that we’ll see sabine struggle still with using the force when she’s at peace and not in a life or death situation, and the frustrations that come with that. maybe she starts relying on strong emotions like anger or fear to wield the force, and ahsoka has to guide her now on not just finding her connection, but on finding it without relying on emotions that could lead her to slip towards the dark side, even though it’s much harder. i think it would create some really great tension considering how sabine’s initial apprenticeship with ahsoka ended, and we then get to see how “ahsoka the white” handles these problems differently than she did before. but who knows?

i also think i said pretty recently i would instantly be 100% more on board with this arc for her if she was allowed to at least talk about kanan. she was close to him, she loved him, he was a huge part of her life and her arc in rebels- and her relationship to him is ignored. are hera and ezra’s relationships to him (which do get acknowledged) bigger parts of rebels? absolutely. but there are several entire episodes revolving around the relationship between sabine and kanan, and other moments between the two of them throughout. i understand the show wants to be accessible to people who haven’t seen rebels, but it feels odd to have the entire scene where ezra builds his lightsaber dedicated to his relationship with kanan, while sabine’s relationship gets ignored. sabine gets to have a nonverbal reaction to huyang bringing him up, (which natasha plays well) but then… that’s it? the shift is then immediately focused again to her relationship with ahsoka.

and even that connection isnt explored to its full potential. like, how does sabines relationship to kanan affect her one without ahsoka? and not just “kanan and ezra were master and padawan and now me and ahsoka are.” like, kanan was, in a way, her first jedi master. and she witnessed him die tragically, saving the life of her and two of the people she’s closest to. has she built kanan up in her head as an ideal ahsoka doesn’t live up to? is she guilty that she didn’t have as much an interest in being a jedi while he was still alive? does she compare the way she saw kanan teach ezra to the way ahsoka teaches her? do things she learned from kanan ever conflict with what ahsoka teaches her? i don’t necessarily need the show to spell out answers for these questions for me- i like getting to write my own headcanons in the margins of the series. but i feel like it’s such a missed opportunity to not even acknowledge it.

and my final smaller issue is that a lot of the trademark elements of her character no longer exist in this show. while the set dressing does a great job of showing her artsy side, we don’t really get to see her draw or paint or even talk about art. we dont get to see her knowledge of or affinity with explosives. i say it’s smaller because i dont have as much to say on it, but tbh i missed these parts of her as much as i did her as a mandalorian. while sabine in this show has a lot of her personality, relationships and style from rebels, which i appreciate, the interests and background that not only make her unique but make her who she is are missing, and it is honestly sad.

in a way, i love when a lot of these things are left open. i love getting to fill in gaps like this and create some of those emotional connections in my head, that’s a huge part of the fun of fandom for me. it’s also why i don’t mind that we haven’t (yet, i’m sure it’s coming eventually in some form lol) seen all of the details of sabine and ahsoka’s initial attempt to find ezra, and them parting ways because of ahsoka fearing sabine is veering to close towards the dark side. i like getting to write it in my head a little bit, i think that particular info is enough to build on for the shows purposes for me.

and frankly, i don’t need every single one of my questions here directly answered. in fact, i would say i DONT want the show to outright answer all of these. rebels didn’t feel the need to hold our hand through every single character arc and relationship dynamic, and this show shouldn’t have to either. i like my room for headcanons! but there’s a point where they all build up to a point where it feels a little bit careless, like the writing sabines arc in this show often prioritized ahsoka’s arc and what needed to happen there before her own, even if it meant leaving out major parts of sabines character.

a lot of it i genuinely think couldve been fixed with just a couple more episodes of this show (8 episode season my beloathed) and perhaps things will be explored and fleshed out in season 2 to satisfy me- we are technically looking at an incomplete story with this show, so things could happen next season that make a lot of my points moot.

again, i think that this show had a lot of legwork to do regarding sabine as a jedi and catching us up on her relationship to ahsoka, to the point that it didn’t necessarily have time to fully dive into a lot of issues with this first season- and maybe now that that’s established, they will be able to do a lot of these things! i think the show is headed in the right direction based on the ending, with both sabines choice to help ahsoka and also how the show does make a point to show sabine picking up her mandalorian helmet and when she could have left it behind. that last bit especially felt very pointed considering how little her mandalorian heritage was brought up in season 1, that maybe it will play a bigger role in season 2. we now have a sabine that they don’t have to show being out of practice, so maybe we’ll get to see her be the incredibly competent fighter/pilot we know she is! maybe now we’ll have time to explore exactly why she wants to be a jedi, how being a mandalorian is important to her and interacts with her jedi beliefs. we’ll have time for her to do art, maybe she’ll get some opportunities to blow things up again! maybe now that she knows huyang knew kanan, she’ll get to talk about him. maybe she’ll get to reunite again with hera, chopper, zeb and ezra and we’ll see those relationships shine.

but until we have a season 2 in our hands, these are my current thoughts

#IM SO SORRY THIS IS PROBABLY SO MUCH LONGER THAN YOU WANTED IM JUST A YAPPER #AND I HAVENT REALLY DISCUSSED THIS TOPIC AS MUCH IN A WHILE SO ITS HAD TIME TO SIMMER IN MY BRAIN #ask #alwaysyourqueen

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tapioca-puddingg · 5 months ago

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The Future of KH Characters

Hey y'all, I know it's been a while. But lately I've been having some feelings about the future of KH and I wanted to share them. These are just my own baseless speculations and wants, i don't know nothin about nothin.

So the future of these characters have me concerned. I'm glad that characters like Roxas and Xion got revived, but I'm concerned about how they're gonna fit into this new story. Like, what are their new roles going to be? The problem I see here is that most of the heroes have had resolutions. Unless they introduce a new threat in the KH Universe.

So Sora, RIku, MoM, Luxu and Strelitzia have already been confirmed to be in the Lost Masters Arc. Riku isn't in Quadratum yet, but he will be soon. This'll be the first time that Sora will be isolated without his friends by his side (until he knows Riku is there), so I would like to see how he navigates that loneliness

Kairi

Kairi will be trained by Aqua, which is one of the best decisions they could've made for her character imo and I'm really excited to see their dynamic. I would love to see her and Aqua travel to new Disney worlds as part of her training. I think it would make the most sense for Kairi to be the one to travel to these new worlds since she hasn't had that journey yet

Maybe she can temporarily live at the Land of Departure too!

Ooh maybe she can eventually get keyblade armor too

She can become friends with the disney princesses and learn from their stories

Maybe the princesses inspire her to be stronger

Speaking of stronger, there still isn't much clarification on what her powers are exactly. Her powers have been only shown for the convenience of the plot, such as when her belief in Sora is what allowed him to keep his physical form in the Final World

So I would like full clarification on her abilities as a Princess of Heart and to possibly see those abilities applied to her moveset. I really just wanna play as her again okay

Aqua

Aqua will be Kairi's new master, like I said above

She finally gets to have a little sister!

I feel like having a pupil makes the most sense to be the next step in her life

I would still like to see more issues she developed from her time in the Realm of Darkness. It was a great touch that she got triggered by the swarm of heartless in Re:Mind

Also I'd like to see and her, Terra and Ven are processing Eraqus' loss

And just more friend moments between the three of them

Ventus

So it's implied that his memories have been restored, as he welcomes Chirithy with open arms at the end of KH3. Literally

That opens up the floodgates of hell

If he hasn't already, he's gonna have to tell Aqua and Terra the truth about what happened back then. I wonder if that will cause some tension in their friendship

Speaking of tension, maybe he'd want to find Lauriam and Elrena and reunite with them to talk things out

Terra

I can see Terra being a mentor to Kairi alongside Aqua

We know that he was disappointed that he couldn't act as a mentor to Riku, so this could be a second chance for him

But I can also see him going on his own path to getting stronger and mastering his darkness

Maybe Aqua and Ven disagree bc they want him to stay with them to get stronger. But he insists on going it alone

Maybe he finds a teacher (new character?), or he just does some solo self-reflection

Random thought but it'd be cute if he revisited some of the worlds in BBS to meet up with his old friends and see how things have changed

Speaking of which, wtf happened to Zack. Please don't tell me he died in this universe too... the last shot we see of him is hella eerie

Anyways, I want for that journey to end with him becoming a keyblade master

Lea and Isa

There's still the matter of Subject X, which many speculate is Skuld

That was their whole motivation for joining Organization 13 to begin with, so they gotta spin back on that

Now that Ansem is back in action, they're gonna have to press him about what happened to her

It's funny bc Ansem SoD was also searching for her in KH3, but we don't know why

Mickey

He was tasked with going to Scala Ad Caelum to investigate the Lost Masters

i hope we're able to learn even more about the past. Maybe we'll learn how MoM and the Foretellers were able to hop between dimensions

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As for Roxas, XIon, and Namine, I have no idea what their roles could be in the future. If anybody has any ideas, do let me know. I'm open to hearing more speculation

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petefromarma · 15 days ago

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hey, it’s the non-abo anon again! i read the new chapter and like, okay. wow. i thought patrick was rationalizing and excusing etc etc, but he does not even know, huh. he could not be more clueless. like, he thinks pete is jealous bc travie is his friend??? babe, he is trying to cockblock you every chance he gets. if the jealousy has simmered AT ALL it’s bc he probably figures something more would have happened between you two by now if it was gonna happen at all. but he’s not happy about it! and trying to talk after a travie visit is not how to catch him in a better mood. rip. he’s so stupid.

i feel like their wires are so crossed rn. pete’s idea of showing patrick he’s serious about him is to treat him like they’re already in a relationship but bc of societal norms surrounding omegas (i think?) this just pisses him off. not to disrespect omegas (as if they were real lol) but i feel like patrick would not have such a problem with pete behaving this way if they were in a relationship. like he’s mad bc he feels like he shouldn’t let pete treat him like this bc it makes him a stereotype but also it’s humiliating bc it’s coming from someone who he believes doesn’t even want him like THAT. but like, if he realized pete DID want him he’d be like “i should be mad, i’m a little mad, but this is mostly fine 🥰” but this is a patrick-specific problem #notallomegas

anyway, impressed with how stone cold travie is. like, he knows but until they figure it out he doesn’t see why it should stop him from getting some friends-with-benefits action and it couldn’t be me but i respect his game

wahhh these asks are so sweet, thank you for reading and sending me your thoughts anon 😭❤️

yeah patrick is just flat out kind of oblivious (and a little dumb lol) so yes you’re definitely right but there are some other elements at play there too that we’ll be getting into more as the fic progresses. it’s not entirely patrick’s obliviousness that’s hindering their progress ig is the best way to put it lol

also yeah 100% (so true btw #omegarights) that’s absolutely part of it for patrick re pete’s behavior; mostly he just wants the whole debacle with the interview to end because he doesn’t want to have to think about it, or any of the implications posed by it, but he’s also like

because he’s uncomfortable with himself, in general, plus slipping back into disordered habits, and he doesn’t want to be perceived, like, at all. he’s built up armor around the “wow, patrick stump looks UNRECOGNIZABLE post weight loss!” comments and shit like that, for a while they even made him feel…not good, but satisfied, and helped fuel his eating disorder during soul punk era, but in his head, people talking about his body in any way will eventually shift to people talking about his weight, how much he’s gained back, wondering if he’s pregnant, etc. he wants people to think of him as attractive and desirable, but not too much, and he kind of tries to play into the desexualized cutesy wallflower thing post soul punk (while still being kind of slutty at heart lol) and it sort of works, but as he starts to gain weight back again his self image is beginning to tank (again) and he’s very aware of the fact that he’s now in his 30s with no mate and kind of terrified of commitment/still in (what he thinks) is unrequited love with pete (that he himself still kind of hasn’t acknowledged is love in the romantic sense)

elisa calling him about it also stoked his anger, and tbh if he had seen pete’s tweets on his own, he still would’ve been mad but the embarrassment of her going in on pete made it worse, because then patrick felt like he had to defend him, because he hates it when anyone other than himself is angry at pete or treating him in a way that patrick perceives is unfair. so, like, he knows that what pete did was bad, he knows elisa has a point, but he’s still going to defend him, which adds another level of humiliation to the whole debacle

in this au elisa doesn’t really, like, love pete lol. she doesn’t hate him and she accepts that he’s part of patrick’s life but she can see clearly that they’re codependent and she also obviously knows the story of how they met so she thinks pete’s kind of a creep. basically how one would perceive their best friend’s loser boyfriend. this is made worse by the fact that obviously she sees and talks to patrick far more than she does to pete so most of their interactions retold to elisa are going to be already filtered through patrick’s tainted interpretations fueled by obliviousness and some self hatred

and the stereotype thing is also…yeah. because with elisa too, he perceives her as being highly successful, which she is, but also, he’s like, oh, she has a real job, and she’s assertive, and not a doormat, she doesn’t let people walk all over her, i wish i could be like that, unable to realize that he also does indeed have a real job and is kind of mean as hell lol (not to say he isn’t aware of his anger issues, because he is, he knows alcohol in particular makes him cruel, but he perceives himself as meek as well because he struggles with standing up for himself in a way that isn’t rage fueled) because he’s caught up in his own self esteem issues and this weird self fulfilling prophecy he’s created for himself

sorry i rambled way too much lmfao but yeah patrick is like, i can’t keep going through life letting anyone, especially an alpha who i’m not mated to, clean up my messes for me; i have to be independent because i’m my own person (which is ironic, since pete sees patrick as one of the people who always had to clean up HIS messes). this is something he’s always going to have a problem with, because he thinks he SHOULDN’T want or need someone to care for him, but yeah, it’s worse in this scenario because he thinks pete pities him, and that he wants to have a claim to him while also having plausible deniability that they’re not actually, like, together. if they were together i think you’re right that it would’ve been a little more 🥰 for him, and maybe in the heat of the moment they would’ve gone in on him together like the morris incident, but i do think patrick still would’ve felt humiliated and gotten mad at pete for going off like that without consulting him first, considering the body image issues he’s having at this point in time

also, yeah, travie is…yeah 😭 i’m not sure if this is like spoiler-y or not lol but travie is extremely close with both pete and patrick and he’s sort’ve of two minds of the whole thing; he knows pete has been in love with patrick for, like, years, and while travie and patrick have been attracted to each other since the day they met, travie didn’t instigate anything until around, like, 2007-ish, when it became clear pete was serious about ashlee, because before that he thought SOMETHING would have to happen eventually with pete and patrick and he didn’t want to betray pete who’s a brother to him. but he also loves patrick (platonically, romantically, whatever, they just love each other) and it was eventually like…alright well if you’re not gonna eat the last slice of cake…

another thing is just that. like. decaydance was kind of sucking and fucking central lol like pete had his thing with ryan and ashlee and a few other on and off sexual relationships (him and travie included, like, once, while they were both at a low point in their lives). so while travie knows that pete knows about his and patrick’s occasional friends-with-benefits thing, pete hasn’t brought it up, for multiple reasons, but if he did, travie would call him out for being a hypocrite lol

i think travie ALMOST post pete breaking up with meagan decided to call it off, because he obviously knows WHY pete broke up with meagan, but like…he also loves patrick, and travie’s going through a rough patch in his own life, and he wants the comfort of his friend, plus he knows patrick would be hurt if he started giving him the cold shoulder when they’ve been sleeping together on and off for almost a decade. so unless pete actually ASKS patrick to be in a relationship with him or asks travie to stop sleeping with him, travie’s just gonna keep on keeping on lol

sorry i hope that wasn’t too much 💀 but again thank you sm for reading and i’m glad you enjoyed the last chapter!! ❤️

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zorosdimples · 6 months ago

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i really appreciate you holding on for the wild ride, it ended up being much more of a word vomit than i anticipated 😅 this is also gonna be long to explain it all but:

okay so my OC, calrik, is from an original fantasy fiction work i have tentatively called ‘homeward bound’; it’s been a passion project for like idk 10+ years and the characters in it are like the original 4 OCs for me lol. he (funnily enough) resembles laios physically (blonde, 6’4, a guard so Fit, brown eyes) but also has freckles and is a wolf shapeshifter (simply put, but it’s more complicated than that) (which is probably that’s why I love laios, your honor). premise of that WIP’s world is an empress (ilantha) of celestial blood and her three closest and highest ranked guards (saelihn, merric, and calrik) (none of which start out in those positions except the empress) up being divinely intertwined in changing the course of the empires’ history. fated love, fated loss, coronations and galas and sneaking away to not get caught, fae and wolf shapeshifters, personified celestial bodies and primordial / ancient spirits, heinous war crimes, children with trauma responsible for way too much, not a parent in sight lmfao. that being said, the kidnapping was happening from the Big Baddie™️ in that world and calrik busted in.

with the SW AU, it’s an AU of my own work (lmfao). calrik is an inquisitor, brother to merric (supreme leader); sae is a force sensitive rebel (not proper Jedi) and tasked with transporting / protecting ilantha (actual Jedi, Princess of Alderaan). the girls get captured, put on star killer base, and interrogated by the guys. of course they pair bc where else would the enemies to lovers come in. cal interrogates sae, and she’s restrained. since sabers turn on, they have an activation mechanism hums. so while he’s interrogating her, choking her, calling her pet and telling her to speak up, he traces the humming, vibrating end of the saber—while ignited—along her body until its against her thrumming cunt. hence: a lightsaber vibrator as means of an interrogation method.

now Laios…… holy shit yeah. that’s exactly what im thinking about!!!! an aphrodisiac that the longer the body doesn’t register you’re breeding (aka using it), the worse it gets. teaching him how to touch you, and he ends up being exactly the touch you’ve always imagined having. its so innocently perfect, and before he’s even had his turn, a glob of cum has stained his pants. he’s panting, pupils swollen; at one point you have to remind him to take the armor off because he’s so into you, enraptured. now imagine you’re the monster that hit him with the pollen……………….. like a fae dryad or somethin………. holy shit yeah.

thank you for indulging me 🙂‍↕️ im so sorry this is a damn novel lol

putting this under the cut since i rambled A LOT!

sav what the FUCK that world you’ve built sounds so incredible and well thought out; i LOVE fantasy but it’s daunting to write/create fantastical worlds because there are so many elements you must consider and balance. effective world building is a feat—and you have so many interesting characters that you’ve also created to boot! i’m obsessed with how similar cal is to laios ooohuuhgghhhhhh i will lose my mind (go insanely horny) over him.

AND THE STAR WARS AU???????? okay first of all: brilliant, show-stopping, incredible. putting your own ocs from an original story into a pre-existing fictional universe is so big brained of you i don’t even know what to say. and enemies to lovers…my favorite flavor, truly. can i just say i wanna be in sae’s place because oh my god? i’m seeing the vibrating lightsaber vision and i want to experience it so desperately it’s not even funny.

finally LAIOS, MY LOVE! i have a bit of a reputation on my blog for being a virgin killer because there’s nothing more sexy and delicious to me than teaching someone inexperienced how to touch you; molding their concept of sexuality, exploring their interests, and leaving a lasting impression on them (even if you don’t stay together because they will never, never forget their first). and laios is the perfect virgin in my mind because he’s eager to please and he’s utterly shameless. he will lick your armpits and spit on your clit and suck on your tongue without a second thought because it feels and tastes so good; he has a one-track mind and it makes sex with him almost a religious experience. the sex pollen trope on top of that makes him feral for you…i don’t even know what to say about the idea of you being the monster—like…UGH. he gives you a run for your money!

anyway thank you for sharing with me; i’m kissing you and your gorgeous brain <3

#༄ kae’s mailbox #laios <3

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corviisquire · 11 months ago

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Massive Ranne Story Lore dump bc I hit art block

Pardon any grammar and spelling mistakes. My fingers type too fast for autocorrect to save me.

Don’t read if you don’t want to.

It’s long and I’m just using this post as a little diary. It’s for my own sake because writing this down is good for my organization.

Goals that I want to start soon for this story:

- Figure out a story name (I was calling it The Fall of Eden for awhile but the sleep token influence is too strongly depicted so no)

- Design Ranne’s weapons (Zweihander, scythe, short one handed sword of some sort)

- Ranne’s move set if they were a fromsoft style boss (bro for sure inflicts frost and blood loss)

- Armor sets for Ranne (Right now I need to finalize their basic black armor and cloak, but I would like to design different sets)

- Design more characters!! (Elaboration below in lore spiel)

So the lore break down begins.

Note: all characters without names mentioned are only concepts that live in my head and will be drawn out eventually. Ranne and Punicae are the only ones I’ve drawn. Find them in the tags.

World style: Ofc I’m heavily influenced by fromsoft specifically Elden ring because it sort of captures how I imagine Ranne’s world looking like. It would be a little more realistic geography wise (No Caelid like environments or that crazy scary underground place that’s purple). More first-area-of-Dark-souls-esk. Ranne dwells in a chronically snowy mountainous forest area. Being the god of winter and birds, theyre very solitary and cold (pun intended). Although Ranne can be merciless, they respect their boundaries and are polite to lower ranked gods.

In the god/deity hierarchy: the elder gods (creators of the oceans, fire, sky, etc) are on top, second tier gods like Ranne (other gods of the seasons, significant landmarks, planets, moons, other shit like that ig), third tier deities like demigods and Punicae (deities of less importance), last are other montrous creatures and mortals of significant power granted by gods.

Back on track, Ranne lore wise I’m thinking they developed a relationship with the god of autumn and decay. Ranne is androgynous representing and I would like this Autumn god to be masculine. It takes awhile for the autumn guy to win over Ranne but they become friends (and maybe something more cause I can’t deny myself an angsty love story 🤭).

Here comes the spring god. Feminine representing (I know it’s cliche but I can’t make everyone genderless). I like the idea of all the gods not being perfect and good in the story, everyone has blood on they’re hands (except maybe a top tier motherly elder being that will be concepted AND Punicae because she’d never hurt a fly). so this spring goddess, despite spring having purity growth and rebirth connations, will probably be a very evil guy. Since spring is represented by (re)birth, they would probably see themselves as a mother or older sister figure, which will lead to them being “controlling” and likes when things are in order. She sees Ranne’s new relationship with the autumn guy a threat to the order within the godly sphere and invokes jealousy within her. She also has a hatred for Ranne because they’re mean and bring death with them (winter kills gang). She sees Ranne’s harshness and revered nature as a threat to what she creates despite it being how life goes.

Quick note: Summer god, again probably a gender less being like Ranne, probably a large knight (D from Elden ring and Ornstein from DS inspired). Wise and usually stays out of any drama that happens within the godly sphere. Morally good and settles conflict when they are prompted. Morally in the right area.

Back to lore. Eventually after Ranne and autumn guy are besties, there’s a schism between the higher gods when the elder goddess/mother figure that I mentioned being not evil falls ill. Gods argue about what will happen if the mother goddess heals or passes. Who will take her place? Will nothing change? Will a second tier god become an elder god? The gods are jealous and greedy and through lots of slander, confusion and hatred, the schism turns into a full out war. This affects the mortal sphere as well (sort of like the shattering in Elden ring but a little more carnage and gods dying a lot).

ANGST TIME autumn guy eats shit and dies (dies in combat) and in a fit of rage Ranne goes a bit crazy and kills the deity who killed autumn guy and few others. Influenced by evil spring goddess, the elder gods send Ranne on a punishment to exile for 1,000 years to guard an ancient forest and temple that has been abandoned, only to return to their rank and territory once the years are over. Not thinking too much about once Ranne is free but they probably kill spring goddess for shits and giggles.

That was more typing than I’ve ever done in one sitting holy shit.

Erm idk if there’s anything else to say about lore. I’m gonna talk about characters design inspo pics now.

Autumn man:

Ofc yummy oranges, browns, and maybe some greens. I’m thinking when it becomes fall in the mortal sphere, they look orange and brown, but when’s it’s the rest of the year, they be green and brown.

(Edit: Uhm Pinterest ain’t helping rn sooooo more inspo pics later.)

If you’re a psycho and made it this far, I give you a hardy affectionate slap on the back for being a trooper. Why did you make yourself read all that.

OC Name, story name, idea, and image inspo suggestions are always welcome. I honestly need ideas for creatures and characters. I really like feedback/critque so don’t be shy. I eat content and human interaction like it’s free food so don’t be afraid to talk to me.

Anyways that’s all.

#art #creature #ranne my beloved #OC #oc rambling #oc rant #lore #OC lore #Punicae

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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What a snack

Let it be known i have no idea what joel is like and i have been dragged into this but im not complaining hellOOOO🫦💅✨

First of all [rolls neck]

I used this gif bc he looks really fucking hot ok

HAHAHAHHAHAH IF THAT AINT ME HAHAHAHAHA

Joel dreams of you often. He doesn’t tell you this, refuses to admit it as if the confession of dreams would somehow weaken his defenses.

😫🤌 art

It irritates him. He has learned the brutal, ragged details of loss and having nightmares about the girl he’s fucking is not good. It means that some tiny unconscious piece of him fears for you-to lose you would sting. It is a chip in his armor. A weakness.

Ah yes. Hes emotionally constipated. Love that for us [whispers] i cant fix him

He lies in his makeshift bed as he stares up at a ceiling speckled with moss and water damage. You’re curled against him, bare ass snug against his thigh. He takes deep pulls from a bottle of dust and whiskey. Between his legs, his cock is soft and damp from fucking you into the mattress. His back smarts from your nails and he doesn’t understand how their sex is so aggressive and yet he finds you in his head afterward. He’s fucked countless people. Never cared. It’s his psyche that worries about you when it should be flat, pulse-less and numb in the dark.

UGHHHHH THE LAST SENTENCE HITS SO HARD 📢💢PULSE-LESSSSSSSSSSS

He leans over your body, the bottle swishing its dregs of old whisky. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hair away from your face, he touches your lower lip before abruptly pulling away.

Not good.

😫😫😫🫦🫦🫦🫦🤤🥵💗💗💗🥰🥰😭😭 but its SO GOOD BABY

You don’t complain or whine, which he hates. He’d love for you to backtalk him. He’d die for an ounce of sass or bitchiness, but you’re too fucking smart for that. You know what it costs. You know that he’ll use it against you and then chastise you for wastin’ time because this is what they do now. This is how the world works.

I can sass u (; idgaf

Someone took something from us and I intend to get it back.

Us.

When did it become us?

🙄 idiot its always been us and i dont even mean u and me i mean u and yn /////:

“I hate winter,” you grumble, the subtle evidence of your frustration that you’ve been forced out here to begin with.

HEY WINTER IS MAGICAL (i say as a citizen of a tropical country, never once experiencing snow who thinks 25°C is cold HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH)

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even looking. He doesn’t want to. He thinks that if he sees you in pain, he’ll go to you.

GO TO HER 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👹👹👹👹👹👎👎👎👎👎

“Sure,” you reply flatly. “Probably drag me back home by my ankle.”

Whos going to tell her hes into that?

His lips twitch. They’re making good time, maneuvering rapidly through the dense woods toward the lake. His adrenaline is spiking, his fingers curling as he prepares himself for the inevitable fight. “Hardly, sweetheart,” he replies. “I’d wrap a rope around your waist—pull you that way.”

¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌ i told you

“We wait until he goes inside,” he whispers against your ear. You’re bleeding-hot and his hand is secured right under your breast. Surprisingly, your heart pulses at an easy rhythm. You aren’t scared or nervous. You’re calm as can be and really that’s probably why he keeps you around.

And maybe the sex.

HAND UNDER BREAST

Also L 👎👎👎👎👎 what a man thing to say. eMoTionnAllY conStIpated

You don’t call for him. You don’t scream his name or beg him for help and it’s because you’re too fucking proud and you probably think he’d get fucking mad at you or something, which isn’t the case.

That's literally you. Thats on the patriarchy. Boo tomato tomato 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

“Ss’fine,” you yell back and then the sun catches the silver blade of your pocket knife. It flashes once before disappearing and the blonde Walton squeals.

Girl boss

He’s not sure what to say as you blink up at him—incredulous and a little frightened. WIthout thinking, he darts down and kisses you hard. It might not even be considered a kiss. Just an angry collision of teeth and a hint of tongue. He tries to warm your mouth with his own before pulling away. He didn’t intend to do that.

We love the fact it took a near death experience to get with the programme. Purr. ALSO WARMING WITH THE KISS ME ME ME NEXT!!! [dies] help Cpr!!

He says this like you couldn’t potentially die of hypothermia.

Lmao HAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

He’s on his knees in front of you—staring like a damn fool. “What do you need?”

AINT NO WAY

THIS RAT ASS IDIOT ASKED A PERSON FREEZING TO DEATH WHAT THEY NEED KSSHSJJSJSISKSJJSFFFFUUUUCCXXKKKKKKKKK NOOOOOOO 👹👹👹🤌🤌🤌🤌🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 ARE YOU FOR REAL SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW PLEASE UHM I THINK THEY NEED A LAW DEGREE?????????? A FUCKING JAR OF PAINT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK JOEL 📢💢JOEL JOEL (DEROGATORY)

Jesus. He’s a fucking idiot.

Yes i had to go back to this line /: rat

He doesn’t know how to provide you reassurance. He understands actions. He understands pleasure. Isn’t the best way to heat someone up through skin contact?

Fucking finally

You got some sense between your brows son

“Skin to skin,” he explains and when he opens his arms, you fall into them. You press yourself against him, curling your cold body inward as he attempts to cover you with his own. He strokes your arms, legs and waist. He maneuvers you around so that he can press his front to your torso. He grips your thigh and hauls it over his hip before pulling the musty blankets over them. He doesn’t want to think about how unwashed they probably are, but they don’t have a choice.

You say skin to skin as if you haven't fucked /: ALSO MUSTY BLANKET HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH NO UR SO RIGHT BUT ITS STILL SO FUNNY JAJAKKANAJSJSJ

“You almost died,” he repeats. “I could fucking kill you.”

Your tongue darts across your lower lip as you lift an eyebrow. “Ah–so really this is about you.”

yOU TELL HIM BABE 🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊LOUDER FOR THOSE IN THE BACK

“I could kill you,” he growls as he grips your hips and flips you on your back, eliciting a yelp from your lungs. He wedges himself between your thighs, sliding his mouth over your puckered nipple and then your belly.

“You can kill me,” you whisper and he drops his head to capture your lips. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, slipping it behind your teeth. It’s a wet kiss–dirty and panicked and i fucking hate you so much because it’s so damn obvious that i don’t. You give him an experimental stroke, thumb pressing into the head. He grunts, jerking forward.

“I want to feel you,” he confesses and it’s the most honest thing he can say here. Not i don’t want to see you dead ever. Not i really care about you.

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 I CAN FIX HIM I CANT FIX HIM HES SO EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED

You smile sweetly before guiding him into the molten suction of your pussy. It takes nothing for him to claim you. He sinks inside, straight to the hilt. He shoves his hips forward so that you’re forced to take all of him. Even when he’s buried balls deep, he leans on his arms, one hand clasping the top of your skull so he can push further. Your nails bite into his ass. You arch.

🫠im saving my last pic i can only put 10 pics

They’re sealed together. Breasts crushed to his chest. Stomachs flattened. He uses his thighs to spread legs wider. He pins you there, enjoying the way your heart snaps against your ribs as if it could buffer his own.

[INCOHERENT]

“Thatta girl,” he coaxes, managing to plunge deeper. Something low vibrates in his throat. Something half-human. He can’t breathe, overwhelmed by the scent and feel of you, and so he sits aback on his heels, grips your knees and forces them against your tits. “You gonna take it for me?”

“What?” you hiss because he’s taunting you –holding you firmly over the edge and shit–he loves that about you. When push comes to shove, you’ll make it known when you’re pissed. He loves the fact that you never screamed for him as you tried to save yourself. He hates it and loves it and he’s really fucked up.

HES SO FUCKED UP IN THE HEAD GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME 🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴🫴

He swallows hard before pressing their foreheads together. “You won’t do that again,” he warns.

No sir but also maybe i will 🥰🫦

You say nothing. Instead, you nod as you tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back. He’s certain you know what he means. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.

😶 yall need to go to therapy

I feel like Joel would be best at ‘you almost got yourself killed and I’m so angry at you but I love you also’ fucking

A/N: Joel Miller x F!Reader. Lack of CPR knowledge. Smut. Hypothermia. I used this gif bc he looks really fucking hot ok

Joel dreams of you often. He doesn’t tell you this, refuses to admit it as if the confession of dreams would somehow weaken his defenses. In the foggy, wooly vortex of sleep, he sees you:

Dead.

Broken.

Covered in spores.

His gaze slides to you sleeping beside him. Your face is buried in the sweatshirt serving as a pillow, your mouth parted around steady, even breathing. Swamped in moonlight, you’re beautiful—the kind of beauty that would get you killed or worse out there. That’s why I keep, right? Some leftover smugness at having someone like you with someone like me?

He leans over your body, the bottle swishing its dregs of old whisky. With gentle fingers, he maneuvers your hair away from your face, he touches your lower lip before abruptly pulling away.

Not good.

***

Being who he is, Joel keeps fucking you. He tries to be a little meaner—colder—but he’s not man enough to release you in order to find someone less complicated to warm his bed.

You stick by him like a barnacle. A very pearly one. Smooth and shiny.

“We have things to do,” he declares one morning, the slip of red dawn drifting over your skin from the narrow window.

“Alright,” you murmur as you roll out of bed and shove on your jeans.

Someone took something from us and I intend to get it back.

Us.

When did it become us?

Fuck.

***

They follow the road at the edge of the forest. The woods stink of loam–sweet and dark. The first snow has powdered the ground.

The cold is wicked, binding his limbs together and reminding him of his age. He’s not really that old. It’s only been eight years since the outbreak (his birthday).

“I hate winter,” you grumble, the subtle evidence of your frustration that you’ve been forced out here to begin with. Most of the time, he thinks he should keep you at his place when he runs these missions, but he’s decided that you’re safer with him. He doesn’t miss the way the creepy old fucks look at you and there’s no such thing as locks. Not now. Not here.

“Fuck!” you yelp and Joel hears your boots skid, knee cracking on asphalt. “Shit. Shitt.”

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even looking. He doesn’t want to. He thinks that if he sees you in pain, he’ll go to you.

You curse a few more times before your footsteps sound again.

You catch up to him with alarming speed, casting him a violent glare. “What if I’d broken something?”

“I’d come back for you after I handle the Waltons.”

“Sure,” you reply flatly. “Probably drag me back home by my ankle.”

“Cruel.”

“You’ve always known that, darlin’.”

“You’re–”

He freezes and then abruptly grabs you before pulling you against a tree. One of the Waltons is outside their cabin, chopping wood. Behind him, the smoke puffs from the chimney. Black-gray against the too-blue sky.

And maybe the sex.

***

It’s fucked. The whole damn thing.

Joel is covered in blood, two fingers definitely broken. The man on top of him has him in a chokehold and he’s shoving back against him, trying to find some leverage to flip him over.

He hasn’t heard you for a minute and when he lifts his head, he sees one of the Walton boys—the greasy, blonde one—pinning you against the dock. You’re too far away from Joel as he watches you kick and spit like a feral cat.

So, he shouts your name. Why? He doesn’t know. It bursts out of him as the head Walton punches him in the ribs.

“Ss’fine,” you yell back and then the sun catches the silver blade of your pocket knife. It flashes once before disappearing and the blonde Walton squeals.

Thatta girl, he thinks. The expression feels tender—sweet with pride and he’s so caught up in watching you stab the kid that he doesn’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late.

The blonde snags your jacket and rolls you both into the frigid lake.

Joel doesn’t think. He may have roared or bellowed, but he wouldn’t know. He can’t recall. Instead, he plants his hands and snaps his head back into his attacker’s nose. It cracks. Splatters. He feels heat on his scalp and in his hair. The weight on him is gone and he twists, finding his knife a few feet away in the snow. He snatches the handle, flips it and plunges the blade forward. It goes through the guy’s chest—finds bone. He rips it back and does it again. A third time in a more vulnerable spot beneath the bastard’s jaw. There’s blood on his face, but he can’t worry about that now.

He runs to the lake.

***

“C’mon, girl,” he whispers frantically as he performs CPR. Your lips are cold as a fish belly. Your lashes wet and stuck together in clumps. He presses against your chest so hard that he worries he’ll break a rib.

You weren’t even under that long.

He pumps and then pinches your nose and breathes into your mouth. C’mon. C’mon. C’mon.

You twitch. Yes. You choke. Better.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he urges.

Your eyes fly open as you sputter, coughing up icy lake water that dampens Joel’s jeans. Relieved, he sighs, placing his hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving too quickly. His fingers have begun to smart, the knuckles swelling to purple.

“Joel?” you rasp, lids drooping heavily.

“You almost died,” he states in a flat voice. Should he comfort you? Reassure you that you’re fine? He’s not sure how to do that. He’d done it before with Sarah, but–

He shudders, stuffing that thought somewhere he’ll not touch.

“J-Joel.” Your teeth are chattering in your mouth. Your eyes slightly unfocused. “Mm cold.”

“Well,” he replies matter-of-factly. “We can go in the cabin and figure that out.”

He says this like you couldn’t potentially die of hypothermia.

***

Inside the house, a fire still burns. It’s orange-yellow as a Texas peach and his mouth instinctively waters. He hasn’t had fresh fruit in a long ass time.

Your fingers are curled into his shirt, your cheek pressed flat to his chest. You’re freezing—stiff and unyielding as a corpse. He places you on the rug in front of the fire before scouring the house for blankets and sheets. When he finds them, he makes a nest on the floor and then crouches down behind you to rub your shoulders.

It doesn’t seem to do much because you’re still trembling. Your hair is soaked and your clothes–

Jesus. He’s a fucking idiot.

“Lift your arms,” he murmurs, but you keep on shaking, seemingly unable to move them. He does it for you. He gets your jeans off, mindful of the areas where bruises will begin to form. “Did he hurt you?”

“S’nothing-g bad.” Your words are staggering into each other like you’re drunk. Not an ideal sign.

He scrubs a hand over his face, his beard. He exhales sharply as he watches you stammer and ripple like a ribbon in the wind.

He’s on his knees in front of you—staring like a damn fool. “What do you need?”

Your hands fumble in the blankets, your expression puzzled. Shit. What are the symptoms of hypothermia? Confusion? Exhaustion?

He says your name softly and you make a broken noise that startles him.

He doesn’t know how to provide you reassurance. He understands actions. He understands pleasure. Isn’t the best way to heat someone up through skin contact?

He wrenches his jacket off before finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it over his head . He unbuckles his belt, shimmies out of his pants. You stare up at him, your eyes glassy and red.

He settles as you relax against him. Your heart pounds a brush faster than before. Good.

“Rest,” he instructs. “You’re okay.”

It’s the best he can do.

***

It takes a few hours for you to return to yourself. You pull away so you can stare up at him. He tips his chin to hold your gaze, his hand finds your cheek. “You almost died,” he says and, suddenly, he thinks of the dreams he’s had. He thinks of you gone from him, vanishing into the dark where he can’t find you.

He’d saved you today, but the next time? Surely, there would be a next time and—

“Thank you.” You lean into his touch, nuzzling your nose into the creases of his palm. Not as distressed as he would like.

“You almost died,” he repeats. “I could fucking kill you.”

Your eyes widen. “Why?”

“It was a stupid move.”

You frown. “Was there another option I had?”

“You could’ve not come with me.”

Your tongue darts across your lower lip as you lift an eyebrow. “Ah–so really this is about you.”

Of course it damn well is. It’s always him. He can’t afford you getting yourself stabbed or beaten or drowned.

You wiggle, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist.

He kisses the scar beneath your ribs and then the top of your cunt. He licks the warm crease between your folds just to tease you before he climbs back up.

He plants his arms on either side of your head as he bears his weight above your body. He’s hard, his cock full and bobbing against his belly. He feels your small hand drift over his hip, the wiry hairs at his groin before it wraps firmly around his shaft. It jumps in your hand, desperate for you in a way he doesn’t mean to show.

“I want to feel you,” he confesses and it’s the most honest thing he can say here. Not i don’t want to see you dead ever. Not i really care about you.

Just feel.

“Fuck,” you rasp, breath hitching. “Fuck–oh my god.”

Your eyes roll back, cunt contracting around him. “Yes.”

Not loud enough. He spanks you between your legs, right against the tender flesh wrapped around his cock. It hurts both of them. You whine and reach for him. Yes. Yes. Yes. Joel. Please.

He eases himself out to the tip before driving forward. The force knocks you up the floor, causing your back to scrape against the wooly blankets. Another sharp thrust that punches a gasp from your throat. You shut your eyes, holding your legs open for him as he continues. It’s rough in its own way. Not the worst he’s done, but his strokes are deliberate and powerful. He fucks you hard enough that he can hear it. The slick noises that accompany every stab of his cock.

He has half a mind to say what he’s trying to through sex. When he’s nearing the end, he lowers himself over you, broken fingers pinching your chin. The pain in his hand welcome, adding a bite to the act itself. “Look at me,” he murmurs and you open your eyes. He fucks you and fucks you and every slam of his hips makes your lashes flutter. “Look, darlin’.”

He swallows hard before pressing their foreheads together. “You won’t do that again,” he warns.

“Do what?”

Another perfunctory snap of his cock.

“Fuck–Joel.”

You’re shuddering in his arms, walls spasming around him. You’re one screaming nerve of sensation. You almost died.

“You won’t do it.”

You say nothing. Instead, you nod as you tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back. He’s certain you know what he means. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.

#same #i also need to go to therapy #😌#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut

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nirikeehan · 3 years ago

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happy Friday to my Cullen trash buddy<3

for Cullen x Thalia, "grief-stricken women (who under normal circumstances wouldn't hurt a fly) lashing out and striking the person responsible for the loss of their loved one"

Thank YOU Cullen trash fam. Keep these coming, I’m weak for it. Also, this turned into A Whole Thing.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1572

A few notes:

1) Thalia isn’t precisely “wouldn’t hurt a fly” material but she usually did buffing, revival and long-range combat so I’m counting it

2) Cullen’s hurt but not dead bc my heart can’t take it rn

3) I’m obsessed with Samson as a villain and how he acts as a foil for Cullen so that’s why he’s here. I have another fic in the works where Samson and Thalia have a civil conversation but this ain’t it my dudes

4) This presupposes a world in which Cullen and Samson had a Cleganebowl-style showdown at the Temple of Mythal because missed opportunity there tbh 🤷‍♀️

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The wound was grievous deep. It had sliced his side through the gap in his breastplate, leaving a jagged red line from armpit to navel. The healers in the medical tent had stitched him up as best they could, but potions to ease the journey were scarce, as they often were after a battle. Thalia dropped her staff and fell to her knees beside his cot. The world seemed to slide away, as if she were viewing all this at a great distance, even as she grabbed for his hand.

“Cullen?”

When he did not respond, she gripped his hand between both of hers and tried to rub warmth back into it. His fingers were so often cold, and sometimes trembled, and she had taken to transferring her own body heat to his. She brought her lips to his knuckles as she massaged.

At last he stirred. He turned his head to the side and coughed weakly, which sent a spasm of pain through his whole frame.

“Careful,” Thalia warned, steadying him.

He cracked open one eye, distant and unfocused. He tried, unsuccessfully, to smile. “You’re all right. I was worried.”

“You were worried?” Thalia demanded. She had come through the Temple of Mythal practically without a scratch. She blamed her damned curiosity — she’d just had to learn more about the old Elven rituals, all the while assuming the Inquisition soldiers had Corypheus’s forces under control. “I should have been there. I could have helped— I had the means to break his armor—”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference. The red lyrium— it made him too strong. Maddened.” He swallowed painfully. “I’ve never seen a man fight like that. It would have been you lying here instead of me.”

“And maybe I would have preferred it,” Thalia snapped. “Did you ever think of that? Did you ever think what the Inquisition would be without its Commander?”

His look was soft, but tired. “No worse off, as long as it had its Inquisitor.”

She felt an insane urge to punch him. “Dammit, Cullen.”

“You know I’m right, my love.” He managed a grin at last.

She realized her hands were shaking. She squeezed his fingers one last time and wiped her palms against her thighs. “Just rest. The healers tell me you need it.”

He nodded absently, already slipping from consciousness.

Thalia grabbed her staff and used it to stand, leaning on it and breathing hard. She stalked out of the medical tent and across the forest clearing. The Inquisition’s forces had set up the prison in the center of camp. Unlucky members of the Venatori and Red Templars were chained against wooden poles; the most dangerous amongst them had metal cages to themselves. The captain of the guard stood near the entrance conversing with his subordinates.

“Where is he?” Thalia demanded.

The guard captain snapped to attention. “Which prisoner do you seek, Your Worship?”

“Do I really have to say his name?” she snarled.

The captain exchanged a quick glance with an underling, then cleared his throat. “General Samson has been confined to the special cells—”

That was all she needed to know. Thalia stormed past, into the bowels of the makeshift prison. “No matter how loud he screams, I don’t wish to be disturbed.”

The captain hesitated. “Er, Inquisitor, is now really the time to—”

Thalia whirled on her heels and glared at him. “Your Commander may be dying as we speak, thanks to that man. Do you intend to stand there and tell me he deserves mercy?”

The captain’s expression hardened, and he stood a little straighter. He was one of the Starkhaven Templars who had followed Cullen since the atrocity at Kirkwall, and was nothing if not loyal. A dangerous glint crept into his eye, and he nodded. “No one will interrupt, you have my word.”

“Thank you.” Thalia gripped her staff, and walked on.

Raleigh Samson knelt in the darkness of a tent erected to shield him from sight. Chains encircled wrists and ankles, and secured him to the wall of the rectangular cage that housed him. She was allowed entry swiftly enough, and the guards scurried from her sight without provocation. Thalia stood before him, stomach roiling, and took in the sight of Corypheus’s general — a former Templar, someone who had been Cullen’s friend. To think she had once thought there might still be some humanity left in him. He looked pitiful now, a sallow middle-aged man stripped of the power he’d paid any price to seize.

He lifted his head and gazed at her with feverish, bloodshot eyes. A saturnine smirk reached his thin lips. “Heh. The Inquisitor, I presume?” When she said nothing, his smile only widened. “At last. ’S a pleasure, m’lady.”

She could focus only on the fury building within her.

“Why?” was all she could manage. “Why did you do this to him?”

“Who?” He stared at her as if she were speaking another language. “Ah, shit, you mean Cullen?” Samson shrugged. “He used to raise his shield quicker.”

She raised the staff and swung, connecting with his ribs with a satisfying crack. Samson let out a small cry of pain. His whole body jerked. Wheezing, he looked up at her and grinned again. “This is how the magnanimous Inquisitor treats prisoners of war, eh?”

“Shut. Up.” Thalia hit him again, and again — in the knee cap, along his collarbone, in his horrible leering mouth. She was not strong on her own; a staff like hers was barely more useful than a walking stick without magic fueling it. Samson, however, was weakened by defeat and lyrium deprivation, and striking out physically had a savage satisfaction to it.

Before long, he was bleeding and she was winded. Thalia leaned heavily on her staff, breathing hard to catch her breath. Samson sucked on a split lip, one eye swelling. Try as she might, she could not wipe the smirk from his face.

“You love him, huh?” Samson said at last, after spitting a mouthful of blood on the grass between them.

“How dare you even ask,” Thalia hissed.

“Look, look, ’s not personal. It’s how the chips fell, see?” He held up his hands in a shrug, the manacles on his wrists clinking.

“No,” Thalia said through gritted teeth. Her vision blurred with tears. “I don’t see. All I see is the likelihood a great man will die while a piece of scum like you gets to live.”

Samson sighed, slumping against the wall of his cage. “All’s fair in love and war, ain’t that how the saying goes? We picked our sides, Cullen and me. It’s mighty sweet that you see him as the hero in this story. As a mage and all.” He watched her closely. “But did you ever really have a choice as to who you wanted to be?”

Her heart thudded.

“‘The Herald of Andraste,’” he continued. “Surely you didn’t pick that title; you’re too clever by half. You of all people know exactly how the Chantry lies to keep itself in power. Why be a part of it?” Samson chuckled. “Is it for love?”

Slowly, Thalia lowered her staff. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Know you were quick enough to free the mages when you had the chance. Would’ve paid good coin to see the look on his face when you did that.”

Thalia raised her chin defiantly. “Cullen supported that decision.”

Samson’s eyebrow quirked. “That so? People do change, I suppose. Then again, it was never really about control with him. It was about having someone to bow down and worship. Small wonder he found you, eh?” A wickedness gleamed in his good eye. “He call you ‘Herald’ in bed, too?”

Thalia was beginning to understand why Cullen hated Samson so much. It would be so easy to strike him again, but that would be giving him what he wanted. “You’re awfully interested in what Cullen and I do in private. One might think you’re jealous of him.”

His smugness evaporated, replaced by a flash of fear. He composed himself quickly, but she saw it. “You’re a liar, Samson. It is personal between you two.”

He scowled. “So what if it is?”

“So, if he dies, you’ve killed someone you once called a friend. Does that truly make you feel nothing?”

Samson sneered. “I was telling the truth when I said he used to block quicker. It was bloody sloppy. Meredith would never have allowed such a weak response, even in drills. It’s what happens without lyrium, see?”

Thalia shook her head. “It takes some audacity to blame a man for his own murder.”

For once, Samson did not have a fast response. Thalia felt like she finally had the upper hand.

“You had better pray that he lives,” she said quietly. “I’m the one you’ll face in judgment back at Skyhold.”

“You won’t just kill me now and be done with it?” He sounded almost disappointed.

“No,” she said firmly. It was a mistake to come here. She had shown him too much of herself — and he had done the same in return. “I suggest you begin planning out your defense.”

The guard captain caught her eye on her way out. “Is there anything else we can do for you, Your Worship?”

“Yes.” Thalia tried not to flinch at his choice of address. “Have someone go in there and gag Samson. He talks too much.”

#thalia trevelyan #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #raleigh samson #samson's the worst honestly #why do i love writing him so much #dragon age inquisition #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle

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syn0vial · 4 years ago

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Hello Wise One! I was actually hoping if you can give me some solid personality pointers on Jango, rather than Boba, Fett?

sure thing! full disclosure that my knowledge of jango is not as extensive as my knowledge of boba, but i’ll do my best with what i have! here are some personality traits of jango’s i’ve observed:

paranoid/protective: this is a big one if you ask me. jango endured a life of betrayal and loss before he became a bounty hunter and it shows. besides boba, he doesn’t trust anyone fully, not even those closest to him and is always ready to cut ties at the drop of a hat—lethally, if necessary. his mistrust of the rest of the galaxy is so potent that when he takes boba on missions to populated areas, he instructs him to hide even from normal foot traffic and becomes anxious when he learns that others may have spotted him. it becomes pretty evident that part of the reason boba was so isolated growing up was that jango didn’t trust the vast majority of the galaxy enough to let them near the kid. and when other bounty hunters find out about him? ho boy. jango actually convinces them that he killed boba using a cloned child’s body, bc he’d rather be known as the worst kind of monster rather than make boba a target. there’s also the fact that, after their apartment on kamino gets found out by obi-wan, jango is packed and ready to leave in minutes. not only is he ready to bug out at the first sign of danger, but he’s well-prepared to do so at a moment’s notice.

a loving father: another big one. for those who look at a man as battle-hardened and stoic as jango fett and wonder whether boba got enough affection as a kid, worry not: in the vast majority of depictions, jango is a very loving father, especially when he’s out of the prying eyes of clients and colleagues. he hugs boba, tells him he loves him, joins him in playing with toy starfighters, and tries to make time for him as much as he can. he even does his dadly duty of going fishing with his son (though he and boba practice spearfishing rather than using a rod and tackle). there’s also a wistful little scene where, trying to help boba feel better after zam’s death, he takes him to kamino’s main spaceport and lets him infodump about all the ships he sees there :,) so overall, he has a lot of good qualities as a dad

controlling: and the other side of the coin! while jango is a genuinely loving father, he’s not at all the type to encourage his son’s independent development. self-sufficiency? sure. interests in anything other than the path jango has laid out for him? not really. he actively discourages boba from learning about “unimportant” topics from books, an apparently very broad category given it includes things such as schools, moms, and other children. he drills into boba’s head that he’s going to be a bounty hunter and that he needs to abide by a code with such healthy guidelines like, “don’t have friends or attachments” and “trust no one but use everyone.” boba, of course, goes with it bc he loves his father and wants to live up to his expectations, but he never really gets a choice in the matter. honestly, i think this side of jango is best summed up by him leaving a post-humous note for boba that says, among other things, “i am more than a parent to you.” it kind of goes along with how, after jango’s death, boba continued to think of his father not just with love and grief, but also an almost religious dread of failing his expectations. jango undoubtedly loved his son but he also seems to have defined a very narrow path for him to walk, without room for deviation.

possesses an actual charisma score: okay, now for a more fun one: jango has a charisma score and he apparently makes a habit of using it, to the point where his old friend rozatta pokes fun at him for it (he compliments her and she’s like “oh, you’re flattering me? must mean you want something!”) he also pulls the same thing on zam, calling her charming to get her to agree to help him break into a target’s stronghold. so yeah, jango fett turning up the charm to get people to help him/give him info? 100% canon, baby

very fun friendship with zam wesell: look, this isn’t a personality trait, but it’s important to me. these two are just so fucking funny together. like, on the surface, it’s just a fun dynamic of zam making flirty banter and jokes while jango pretends to be annoyed and drag her, much to her delight. but then on a professional level, you have these two ammoral assholes bouncing wildly between being one another’s Sexy Rival and being one another’s Unhinged Partner but whoops, jango went and had a kid, so now they’re Unhinged But Mostly Responsible Co-Parents. one of my favorite scenes is when, in an attempt to intimidate a prisoner into talking, zam impersonates a politician and lets jango pretend to “kill” her in front of him. for some reason, even after they’re done, jango continues to bridal carry zam’s “body” into the cockpit of slave I, at which point, she perks up, bats her eyelashes at him, and goes, “you’d never really kill me would you, jango?” jango quite honestly replies, “only if i had to.” there’s a beat and then zam’s like, “....you’re so sweet! 😘” honestly, they’re so stupid, i love them

ascetic: much like his son, jango doesn’t seem to have much interest in luxury or “the finer things.” despite having enough money to live very comfortably, his apartment on kamino is described as “spartan” in design and furnishing. this may have something to do with the first bullet point, given that a simple life is easier to pack up and take with you at a moment’s notice, but i do think there’s some amount of preference in this lifestyle, given it’s what both fetts seem most comfortable with in all circumstances.

traumatized: i mean, he’s a fett, ain’t he? particularly, just like boba after him, jango is traumatized by the loss of his family, especially his own father figure, jaster mereel. much like boba, jango seems haunted by the need to live up to jaster’s name and legacy. for background, jaster was betrayed and killed in an ambush by the leader of deathwatch, after which he passed on the title of mand’alor to jango. however, some time after this, the true mandalorians led by jango were wiped out by a combination of death watch and the jedi, with jango himself being stripped of his armor and sold as a slave. after this point, jango does not seem to see himself as worthy of jaster’s legacy and thus attempts to pass it on to his son, resulting in the high and narrow expectations he sets for boba as mentioned in bullet point #3. boba himself concludes as much as an adult. on top of the trauma of losing his family, jango also seems to have been traumatized by his time as a slave. most notably, when he’s being tortured after being captured by target komari vosa, he at first remains fairly stoic, even as she starts to mutilate his face. it isn’t until she mentions enslaving him that he seems to panic, struggling desperately to get away. vosa even laughs and says that she must have touched a nerve with her comment. basically: fetts be traumatized :(

soft spot for (some) kids: another thing that’s interesting about jango is that he... usually attempts to do right when kids are involved. i say “usually” bc fat lot of good it did all the cloned children he had a hand in creating >:( but, for example, after killing a runaway clonetrooper as part of a bounty, he finds out that the clone had a son. unwilling to let the child live in poverty due to his own actions, he has regular payments sent to the boy’s mother to help support him. in another instance, jango and zam help deliver an artifact to a client who intends to use it to carry out a terrorist attack on coruscant against millions of civilians. when zam finds out about the client’s intentions, she’s horrified and goes to jango demanding they steal the artifact back. jango completely brushes her off at first, telling her it’s not his problem and that he needs to spend more time with his son. zam coldly asks him how many “sons” he thinks live on coruscant. needless to say, her argument convinces him to join her in stopping the terrorist plot :,)

aaand that’s all i got at the moment! i hope it helps to characterize jango a little bit more!

#crcgeneralwandsmith #jango fett #boba fett #zam wesell #fetts pass on trauma like a family heirloom :`)#like ''got this from grandpa jaster so don't lose it now''

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anthony-burchs-dog · 2 years ago

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tl;dr. op you’re so right. excuse my indulgently long stream of consciousness rant on your post.

god i have so many more thoughts to add. something i can’t stop THINKING about is the PAUSES and the TIMING and the LACK OF PAUSES!!!!! in moments where scary might’ve had a moment to genuinely open up and kind of unravel her mask and her defenses. they have moved on so fast! like that episode that ended with terry jr leaving, we all know that scary really meant the opposite — it was so clear in beth’s voice — and i so ravenously believe that if she’d had a little more time to really realize NO, she DOES care abt terry and she DOESNT want the last thing she says to him to be mean — maybe it would’ve been different!!!!! there’s another moment too but i can’t remember when it was — and then there’s times where i’ve been S C R E A M I N G at link and normal and taylor to slow down and not let the little chink in scary’s armor pass — like stop, and be vulnerable for REAL, not just expect her to share out of nowhere but really let the pauses sit, let the offer of shelter and trust linger in the air bc scary is a scared animal! she bites and claws you bc she doesn’t know you and she’s scared! she hasn’t learned that things can be another way yet and she’s terrified of getting hurt! and now she’s cornered! i really believe that scary is trying her hardest just like everyone else to find the right path forward—she turned for help to an adult she trusts 😔 and he killed a guy. is the weight of that death on scary’s shoulders? she let willy out. she told willy to kill him/asked willy to kill him. she knew what willy would do. but… she’s a teenager, and willy is literally like so old. soooooooooo old. her heart was in the right place, right? agh!!! i can’t say it was her fault! she’s a teen! she’s a traumatized teen! all her friends are traumatized too! they made her the leader but only when it was hard or not fun to be leader! they played so much d&d without her! also holy shit i feel that so deeply in my heart soooooo painfully every time i think about. like it’s funny and it was a GREAT bit and then they turned it into something that haunts me every day. scary had no idea how to play and she tried and she did it completely wrong but alsooooooo it was funny! wasn’t it still a little fun! idk! just like! she keeps being made the leader and she steps up and makes choices that seem good to her based on her knowledge and her past and the info she has and every time everyone’s like!!! no not like that! be the leader but don’t do that!! which is hard!! leading is hard for grown ass adults! harder still as teens! and also! the rest of the teens can and should be mad at her 💜 bc they’re kids too. what scary really needs is an adult who will love her unconditionally and can help her see what she’s doing—what’s happening, who can help her understand why she feels the way she does and help her understand why she keeps doing things the way she does and help her understand how her friends are reacting to her and help her make HER choices about how she wants to be and act, ,,,,,, idk someone like her MOM or TERRY would be GREAT!!!!!!!!! or WHATEVER!!!! you know what else i think about tho is that scary is literlaly exactly like terry 🥺 they’re both so/were so angry at their stepparent for the loss of their 1st parent and took it into themselves, internalized it as maybe their own fault, and now terry’s accepting whatever scary throws at him and i think HE thinks he’s giving her the grace to work through her emotions in her own time and i think he’s trying his best but idk!! i just think sometimes it comes as that he hates himself too! that he thinks he’s deserves for scary to hate him and never want to be around him! (he may have actually yelled about this but i don’t remember for sure lol). and like!! terry my love!! what kind of example are you setting for scary! if you can’t love and forgive yourself for how you were as a kid or for the things you’ve done, how can scary learn to? (that’s an oversimplification i KNOW but that’s the dynamic i feel between them. like you obvi don’t have to be able to love yourself to love others or teach

others to love themselves but my god terry :( you deserve love and so does scary 🥺 and link and normal and taylor

um in short, i am also SO normal about these characters and this podcast. not weird or obsessed at all 😳

feeling extremely normal about these podcast characters tonight.

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transgenderdragons · 3 years ago

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4, 5, 6 for all ur little guys

YAYAYAYAYYA thank youuuuu :]€

^handy little chart if you dont know em!! yes i did just draw over a picture for ✴ im lazy ok

4.) the Crime Gang are all good secret keepers, due to being yknow Criminals. athena is the most likely to slip up bc they like to brag but its very uncommon they let anything of actual signficance slip.

chosen doesn't keep secrets. you ask they tell. ✴ is the best at keeping secrets, the light only tells you what you want to hear

5-6.) charlie HATES formal clothing. hir family was VERY strict and constantly forced her to wear "nice" clothes that aligned with hir agab. zero self expression until she hit 18 and took off. so whenever ze is prompted to wear anything similar it's very sore for her; shes definitely more chill about it than ze used to be but ze still does not like it!! she prefers to dress practically + comfortably and occasionally indulges in punk+emo styles

john likes Patterns. hes a florals man he loves some funky button ups!! he likes long shirts + no pants when hes at home :] he steers clear of anything that is skintight tho he hates that feeling. yucky gross horrible.

athena loves themself some tacky old dresses. all the horrible bullshit you can think of is shoved in their closet; they've been collecting a long time. they don't like anything boring. if theres no sparkles no frills no fun stuff whats even the point? they're comfortable with basically anything that doesnt restrict their wings/arms

chosen, as an alien, doesn't really do clothes in general but their fav thing to wear is their Special Armor, which allows them to be relatively near to ✴ without getting dissolved into dust!! they really love being around the light even though long term it's incredibly damaging and potentially fatal. lovestruck to a deadly fault <3

?.) bonus about lying bc i misremembered the first question <3: charlie, athena + john are all Experienced liars due to being criminals and also charlie + athena being So Fucking Old. charlie doesn't like to bc she has a hard time keeping up if lies start piling up but ze'll figure how to keep track if need be. john is good but would rather just not say anything. athena lies for fun lol they like to toy with people but they avoid telling anything other than small white lies to charlie and john bc trust is important when you're trying to keep each other from dying or worse! ya ^_^

chosen doesn't lie. if you ask then why they're wandering around, they'll just be like "well you see i'm setting up this here portal so my beautiful wife can completely drain all energy from your planet. would you like to assist me?" this obviously doesn't go down well but what's the loss of a few lives compared to the love of a star? they're honest and upfront and won't hesitate to take you down if you interfere with their mission! they believe themselves to be the knight in shining armor and the love they carry is more important than anything!!

✴ is a liar. the light has been manipulating creatures for a long time, chosen is just the most recent (they think they're the only one, bc they've been lied to.)

#oc: athena #oc: chosen #oc: charlie #oc: ✴#oc: john #my art #my ocs #THANK YOUUUUUUU :DDDDDD #tipping my hat at you rn i love to talk #really funny how i wrote a whole essay and then realized i wasnt actually answering the correct question. slay #long post #sorry if this is Too Much text its mostly the last part fdghds #fanmail

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haledamage · 3 years ago

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Also, have one I didn't include last time bc two felt like enough: rubatosis, preferably for Nadia/Kurt, but if someone else wants to take it, that's fine by me ;D

the Nadia/Kurt fill for this got really long, long enough that it’s going to get its own separate post 😅 so I decided to write something else for the prompt itself, and it ended up Nadia/Vasco instead! now Nadi gets to have a moment with both her Captains for the same prompt though only Kurt gets smooches this time, sorry Vasco

spoilers for Vasco’s companion quests and Those Big Reveals about de Sardet’s backstory

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rubatosis - the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

As night fell and the last of dinner was finished, Nadia pulled out her journal to make notes about the day as the others spread out to sleep. She just wanted to jot down a quick map of how to get to their campsite, and maybe sketch a few interesting landmarks in the area.

She didn’t know how much time passed as she worked, the camp quiet except for the chirping of crickets and frogs somewhere past the circle of light and the occasional clink of metal from Kurt’s armor as he kept watch.

When she eventually looked up, making sure the ink was dry before carefully shutting the book, she was startled to find that she wasn’t alone. Vasco sat across from her, gazing at the fire and clearly lost in thought.

It had become a familiar look on his face lately. Ever since their encounter with Bastien a few months back, brief as it had been, Vasco had been lapsing into occasional contemplative silence, but after the recent revelations about her own heritage, he'd been keeping to himself more and more often. There was clearly something bothering him, but Nadia didn’t want to poke around in things that weren’t her business. He would seek her out when he was ready to talk about it, she was sure.

As if he heard her thoughts - or maybe just felt her watching him - Vasco suddenly looked up and met her eyes. The flickering flame gave the illusion that the ink on his face moved, dark lines shifting like shadows, and it made it impossible to read his expression.

Wordlessly, Nadia got up from her seat and walked around the fire, sitting down next to him instead. Then she simply waited.

When he finally spoke, it was the last question she would have expected. “Do you ever think about how different things might be between us if I hadn’t been given to the Nauts?”

“You mean if you were still Léandre d’Arcy?” He nodded, and she took a moment to seriously consider it. She struggled to picture him without his tattoos, dressed in one of those embroidered coats Constantin was so fond of. That man was so different from the one sitting next to her that she couldn’t recognize him. “We might never have met.”

Vasco shrugged, the motion almost sullen. “Or we might be like you and Kurt. Lifelong friends.”

“Maybe I would’ve hated you,” she countered, choosing not to correct his assumption; while she certainly considered Kurt her friend now, it had been a long and rocky road getting there. “Maybe you would have hated me.”

“Maybe we would have fallen in love as children.” His quiet voice was absolutely sincere, but the casualness with which he said it made any reply Nadia attempted dissolve before she could speak it. As if, of all the ways their relationship might have developed, that was the most obvious outcome to him.

She gave up and tried a different approach. “And what if the Nauts had kept me, instead of giving me to my mother?” She ignored the ache in her chest that thought caused, unsure exactly what emotion it stemmed from anymore. “Do you think we would have been crewmates? Would you be my Captain instead of my friend?”

“I think it more likely you would have been my Captain.” Vasco laughed a little, eyes distant again for a moment before focusing back on her. “But I see your point.”

“Léandre d'Arcy is a stranger to me, my dear Captain. If you were him, you wouldn't be you. And what a pity that would be.” He laughed again, louder and lighter. She took it as encouragement. One of his hands rested on his knee, and she reached out to cover it with her own. “Maybe in another life, you would have been legate of the Congregation and I would have been the Captain that brought you to Teer Fradee. Or I would have been one of the doneigada that you were in peace talks with.” She squeezed his hand, hoping he could hear the truth of what she was saying--and what she wasn’t ready to say yet. “‘What if’ is all well and good, but it will never hold a candle to what is. Not to me.”

“You don’t ever feel like you missed out? That who you are isn’t who you were supposed to be?” Vasco’s voice was barely above a whisper, nearly drowned out by the crackling fire, but loud enough to hear the anguish in it.

His thoughts were practically identical to hers on those first long nights after her true lineage had come to light. Nadia chewed on her lower lip as she tried to figure out a way to explain her own feelings, the words coming slowly. “I think… if either of us had done anything different, been anyone different than who we are… then we wouldn’t be sitting here together right now. And I… I don’t like to imagine my life without you in it.”

Vasco fell silent again, but instead of the fire his gaze drifted to their hands. He gently slipped his hand out from under hers, and she bit back a twinge of disappointment at the loss of contact.

Disappointment gave way to wonder when, instead of withdrawing like she expected, he only pulled off his gloves. He offered his now-bare hand and a soft, almost timid smile to her. After a few seconds to get over her surprise, Nadia gratefully accepted both; she quickly removed her gloves as well, then took his hand again, lacing their fingers together.

She could feel her heartbeat in her palm where it pressed against his, too aware of the frantic pace of it and the fact that he could probably feel it too. It sped up even further when he swept his thumb over her knuckles in a gentle caress.

“Thank you,” Vasco said suddenly, breaking her out of her reverie. “You’ve given me… a lot to think about.”

“You’re welcome.” Nadia hesitated, knowing what she should ask but not really wanting to. “Do you want me to--”

“No,” he interrupted, clearly already anticipating what she was going to say. He held her hand a little tighter as if to prevent her from leaving. “Stay. If you don’t mind.”

She settled back down immediately, trying to hide her relief behind a smile.

They let silence fall between them again. There was nothing else that needed to be said - not yet, at least. It was enough to just sit together by the fire, hand in hand.

#greedfall #nadia de sardet #nadia/vasco #nothing to see here just two people with a mutual crush also having similar identity crises nbd #I delayed starting his third quest until after Treason! and it really makes a lot more sense there #give a man time to think before taking up a loyalty mission! and maybe time to fall in love instead of confession in the first week lmao

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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years ago

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I’d Rather Rescue Myself - Travis Konecny

a/n: Did I write this based on the Cheetah Girls hit, Cinderella? bc I did. no I didn’t. I don’t think this will surprise anyone but this is kind of angsty and dramatic, but I think it’s cute in the end. Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: Single mom, cursing, drinking, angst, a little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it

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When I was just a little girl, my momma used to tuck me into bed

She read me a story

It always was about a Princess in distress and how a guy would save her

End up with the glory

Your mom was a hopeless romantic. She fell hard and fast for the men that came in and out of her life. She wasn’t running around being reckless or anything, she just loved being in love. She loved the honeymoon phase and she loved the idea of finding her prince charming.

Your dad left when you were just a baby, but your mom didn’t harbor on the loss. That was another thing about your mom— she was an undying optimist. She said that her relationship with your father wasn’t meant to be, and that her real prince charming was somewhere out there waiting to find her.

You actually believed all the elaborate bedtime stories she told you for a while. You thought you too would find your prince charming who would sweep you off your feet and rescue you from the harsh realities of your average Philadelphia life.

Your mom did eventually find Steve, a real-estate broker, that made her very happy. You liked Steve. He was nice and had a good job, and really did care for your mom. They’ve been married almost two years now, and you’ve never seen your mom happier. Maybe she was right, her prince charming was waiting out there for her, except he wasn’t in a castle or riding a horse into the sunset, he was just trying to decide which slice and bake cookies he should get for his open house. That’s how they met. In the freezer section of the grocery. Your mom helped him decide on one pack of sugar and one pack of chocolate chip, they exchanged numbers, and the rest is history.

Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You really tried to be optimistic. You would put yourself out there, go on dates, and even had a couple serious relationships throughout college. There was just one problem— they never worked out. You were always left heartbroken. So your senior year of college you decided that you had had enough.

You were done feeling sorry for yourself. You were smart and driven and didn’t need a man to rescue you. You had a great internship that would hopefully turn into a job after graduation and you were the top of your class. You weren’t going to let another boy come in and distract you from your goals. So you swore off boys. It’s not that you didn’t want to find someone eventually, you just didn’t have the time or energy to bother with them now. This was time to focus on you.

That year you met Travis Konecny and his band of brothers from the Philadelphia Flyers. Your roommate, Katie, had hooked up with Joel Farabee a couple of times but they ultimately decided they were better off as just fiends. You and Travis became quick friends. You had a similar sense of humor and even though he was the worlds biggest, dumbest redneck, you had a soft spot for the kid. He was busy with hockey and didn’t have time for a relationship, and so he understood why you didn’t want one either.

Soon started the movie nights and casual hang outs. You even started to teach him how to cook. You would admit that he was very handsome (when he showered and properly groomed himself), but you were just friends. It was never anything else. Neither of you wanted it to be anything else.

You both had had other hookups and occasionally a date, and you would laugh together over how bad they were afterward, saying “see, this is why i don’t need a relationship.”

That was almost two years ago. You did end up graduating at the top of your class, and the internship did turn into an amazing job. You worked hard and were hopefully in line for a big promotion at the end of the month.

You lived on your own now, but Katie just lived a block away. Shortly after her and Joel decided to remain friends she met Chris. He was a great guy and they recently moved in together. You were really happy for Katie and all of your friends who had found great guys to settle down with. You were only 23 but it seemed like most of your friends had found their match, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

It’s not that you wanted to get hitched and have a baby right this second, you were still very young, but the thought of having a caring boyfriend to come home to was something you just couldn’t get out of your head lately.

Someday, I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind

Who's not afraid to show that he loves me

Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am

Don't need nobody taking care of me

Now you found yourself on Travis’ couch ranting about how all of your college friends were taking their boyfriends to Katie’s birthday party this weekend. Again, you were happy for them, you really were! But you didn’t want to be the only single one there. It was one thing to get a sad look from your mom when she asked you if you were seeing anyone, it was another thing to get sad looks from about a dozen of your friends. You knew they just wanted you to find someone who made you happy, but you hadn’t yet, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

“I just wish I could find someone who wants me for me, you know? Someone who gets that my career is just as important as his, and who understands that when I say I don’t want anything to eat I actually do, I’m just too hard headed to admit it!” You were ranting on about the perfect guy, and all Travis could think was that he was that guy.

He would show up at your door out of the blue because he knew the “work’s been busy, just gonna go home and get some stuff done” reply to his hang out invitation actually meant “I’ve never been as stressed as I am right now, and haven’t eaten in 12 hours, and I could really use a hug.” He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. People didn’t always understand your relationship, and last year when Travis started dating a girl, she became so jealous of your friendship. Eventually, Travis ended it when she asked him to choose between her or you. There really wasn’t any contest. He would choose you every time. That was when he realized he had some serious feelings for you. Travis wasn’t good with feelings, and as much as he wanted to tell you he loved you, he didn’t want to mess with your friendship. It was too important to him, and up until recently you had been pretty dedicated to your no relationship lifestyle.

So instead of telling you how much he loved you and how he was the guy who valued your career and goals just as much as his own, he just offered to go with you to the party in question, “Well I’ll go with you. I like your friends, and then I’ll also get the sad looks because I too am single and lonely, so you won’t be alone.”

You laugh, Travis was right, you would probably have a good time if was there. You always have a good time when he’s around, and your friends like him too. They know you’re just friends but they never hesitate to give you a hard time about how you’ll end up together one day. You know he’s not into you like that, but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what it would be like to one day call him yours.

“Hello???? Is anyone home?” He’s waving his hands in front of you after you zoned out thinking about how great it would be to come home to him after a long day at work,

“Oh yeah, sorry, that would actually be great. You don’t have to, I know I’ve been annoying lately with all the work talk and complaining about relationshi-“

“Don’t worry about it. The party will be fun, we haven’t been out together in forever. And I know you’re stressed, even though you shouldn’t be. There’s no way you’re not getting that promotion. That doucheface, Jack is barely smart enough to do his current job, there’s no way they would give him the promotion over you.”

“His name is Jake, but yes he is a doucheface and even though I may be more qualified, he has been at the company longer than me so there’s a good chance he’ll get it just based on that.”

“You worry too much. You’re gonna get it, and we’re all gonna celebrate when you do.”

I can slay, my own dragon

I can dream, my own dreams

My knight in shining armor is me

So now it was Friday night, and you found yourself next to Travis in a crowded bar that Katie had picked for her birthday celebration. You had had the longest week known to man, and all you really wanted to do was sleep. But alas, you were here and trying to have a good time.

Travis had been great the whole night, socializing with your friends, make his stupid jokes, and getting you drinks. You really did appreciate him coming, but something just felt off. He has always been a touchy guy but it seemed like he had his arm around you more than usual tonight, and when he talked to your friends he would say “we” when referring to the two of you. It felt too domestic, and if felt too claustrophobic.

Even his praises when the group asked about your work annoyed you. You didn’t know if you were just on edge from work or if Travis’ overstepping was really getting to you.

You needed a minute to yourself so excused yourself to get another drink.

“Sit down, I got it,” Travis stands to get you another drink, and that’s when you start to lose it. In the back of your mind you know he’s just being nice, but you’re already seeing red and nothing can stop you now.

“I am perfectly capable of getting my own drink, and I really don’t need a man to babysit me all night, so you can sit down, and I’ll get it for myself.”

You turn and head for the door of the bar, not caring that your friends, and Travis, are all staring at you completely taken aback by what just came flying out of your mouth. You make it outside, needing a minute in the cold winter air, before Travis catches up to you.

“What the hell is going on? Did I do something?”

“Travis. I really appreciate you trying to ‘take care of me’ of whatever it is you’re trying to do, but I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it a long time, there’s no reason why I can’t continue to do so.”

You’re being mean now. You know it, but it’s not stopping you. You can’t help but push him away because it feels easier to just deny the feelings you know you have. The hurt in Travis’ eyes almost makes you take it all back, but you know that if you push him enough he’ll be just as stubborn and mad as you, and then you can fight it out instead of actually talking about what’s going on. So you continue, knowing that what you’re going to say will just piss him off,

“You’re not my boyfriend, and I didn’t ask you to act like it. If you want a girl to parade around in front of people, go find someone else, because I’m not your girl. You just need to back off, ok?”

“I’m not trying to control you, or ‘parade you around’ I have no clue why you think I’d even want that,” He puts up big air quotes when he throws your words back at you,

“I just know how stressed you are and how you don’t ever see your friends because your whole life is your fucking job. I just wanted to make this night fun and relaxing for you. And I’m sorry if I’m proud of you for being so successful, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I am the guy? The guy who wants you for you. The guy who respects your career just as much as his own. The guy who knows that even though you’re standing here pissed as hell, it’s only because you know you have feelings for me too?”

He’s practically yelling and a couple people have definitely taken notice. And maybe he’s right, but your hard head and stubbornness would never let you admit it, so you just decide to walk away.

You leave him standing there outside of a bar that still holds all of your closest friends, and you know that you may have just thrown away your prince charming, but you can’t go back. It would be too much, so you walk home and cry yourself to sleep that night.

I will be there for him just as strong as he, will be there for me

When I give myself then it has got to be, an equal thing

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You got the promotion. You got it and the only person you wanted to tell was Travis. It’s been weeks since that night you left him outside the bar. He texted and called a few times, eventually he stopped. You thought he might show up at your place but he never did. You tried to be mad at him. You tried to blame him for your friendship falling apart. You also knew that he was right. About everything.

You thought back to all the times you had been there for each other. You thought back to all of the long talks on the phone while he was away for the summers, every time he hyped you up before a big presentation at work, and all the times you waited at his door after what you knew had been a tough game.

You always had each others backs. You didn’t have to ask for it, you just knew that when you fell, the other one would be there to pick you up. You didn’t have to guess. You always knew what he was feeling and you knew how to fix it. He was the same way with you. And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to just pick up the phone and call. Maybe it was because you knew he would be on the other end waiting to take you back in the blink of an eye. You knew he’d forgive you for everything and you knew he would love you forever, but you were still scared to admit that maybe you did need him. You felt like it would be an admission of failure that you couldn’t do this on your own.

You didn’t need him to take care of you or to slay a dragon to save you, you just needed HIM. You needed his companionship, his love, and his affection, all of the things that he was so willing to give you, but that you still couldn’t accept.

I don't wanna be like Snow White

waiting for a handsome prince

to come and save me on a horse of white

Unless we're riding side by side

It’s been over a month now, and you haven’t so much as spoken a word to Travis. You had filled Katie in the day after her party, apologizing for leaving without saying goodbye. She tried to comfort you, but you didn’t want to talk about it. You were going to be fine without him. He was just a friend after all. But now Katie was getting fed up. She was tired of watching you mope around town acting like everything was fine, when she knew damn well that you were just too stubborn to admit that you loved Travis too.

“Ok. You seriously need to suck it up buttercup.” Katie came full force through the threshold of your apartment with two bottles of wine and a bag of take out. You were all for a girls night, but you were right when you had concerns of it turning into a “lets talk about your feelings night.”

“You’re losing it. Like I love you, but as your friend I can no longer support this moping around.”

“I have told you over and over again, that I am fine. I got my promotion and I’m doing great at work!” You try to convince her that you’re doing ok, and that you don’t read every shitty article written about the flyers as an attempt to satisfy your Travis craves.

“If you’re oh so fine, then why do you still watch every flyers game? Why are you drinking his favorite wine all the time? And why the fuck are you wearing his clothes???”

You didn’t even remember that you had put on an old hoodie of his this morning until just now. He used to let you borrow the old 67’s hoodie when you were at his place, eventually you just took it home with you, and it’s been your favorite ever since. You wore it now more than ever, but would never admit it was because you missed him.

“It’s just comfortable ok?” But you knew she wasn’t buying it, you knew you were going to have to talk about it at some point.

“...I just feel like if I admit that I need him, it would be like admitting that I can’t take care of myself, that I can’t do this on my own.”

“Babe, it’s not about needing someone to take care of you, it’s just about loving someone and letting them love you back. Travis of all people knows that you are perfectly capable of fending for yourself. I think that’s probably something he loves about you. He knows you. And I know for a fact that he’s waiting for you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because he calls me…”

“Wh-what?” Why would Travis bother to call Katie?

“Because he’s worried about you, but he knows that if he suffocates you, you’ll just keep pushing him away. He’s called me regularly for a few weeks now. He just wants to know how you are... But he didn’t want me to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like he was going behind your back. He loves you. And he’s just waiting for you to come back to him. He’s an idiot, but somehow he’s managed to figure you out.”

He loves you. Travis loves you.

You love him.

You love each other.

He never wanted to take anything from you.

He just wanted your love.

He wanted to give you his love.

It’s like you’re discovering words for the first time, and you know you that you can’t just let this go. You know that you don’t want to keep living your life if you’re not sharing it with him, side by side.

You look over at Katie who knows you’re finally coming to terms with all of this,

“I think I have to go”

“Go get him babe!”

You order an uber and grab your shoes before heading out the door. The ride to Travis’ has never felt longer. You start to question yourself but it’s too late, you know what you have to do. You walk into his building and make your way up to his floor on the elevator. You pace back and forth for a while outside of his apartment, but you tell yourself it’s now or never, and knock on the door. It’s not even 20 seconds later that he’s opening the door,

“Hey, I knew you’d come back.”

For some reason you thought he might still be mad, and he might just slam the door in your face or yell at you, but he’s not. He’s smiling and is reaching out to pull you into his apartment and into a hug. You let him and it’s like you’ve never felt more relief. The weight of the past month is instantly lifted. You feel like you can breathe again. And then the tears start to fall.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s ok.” He’s consoling you and you’ve never felt worse. He was always right there and you just about threw it all away because you were too stubborn. You both muster out some sorry’s and you’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there in each others arms. You’re perfectly content just staying there, but eventually he pulls back to look at you.

He wipes away at your tear stained face and looks you right in the eyes,

“I love you. And I never ever want to make you feel like you’re anything less than the amazing, strong, smart, beautiful, independent woman that you are... I just want you to let me love you.”

“Okay... but only on one condition…”

Travis just looks questionably back at you,

“That you let me love you back”

Travis doesn’t even bother with words, because he knows the only thing left to do is kiss you. So he leans into you, and you lean into him, and it’s like everything in the world is right again. Riding into the sunset may have been a fairytale, but true loves kiss was definitely a reality. You were right too, you didn’t need a prince to save you, you needed to save yourself. It just turned out that saving yourself was letting the man of your dreams love you back.

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elektrae · 4 years ago

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TAG GAME!

Thank you @flying-nightwing for tagging me that's adorable!! Sorry it took me so long to do it I had some stuff going on with uni mostly skshsjs but hi!!! Hope you're doing fine I miss you on the tl <3

Okay let's go!

1. Why did you choose your url? Just changed it tbh I loved my old one but needed someone else and Nimue Inwudu is one of my fave characters ever, so wanted to have something related to her! And I got lucky i think!

2. Any side blog? Idk if they count as side blogs bc I use a completely different email yk so I could follow people but I have one for friends from twt and irls I'm cool with but still don't want them to see my stories, when where I used to post my stories but it was only mcu related and I wanted to change so now I only go there twice a year to see what's up, and a real sideblog where I rt writing prompts I like and would like to use later.

3. How long have you been on tumblr? With this blog I think one year? Two? Idk tbh time isn't real but I've had several accounts I deleted and my first one is from 2012 so you can imagine the stuff I've seen. That's the root of all my brainrot today.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Yeah sjshsj it's "dancing; even if one's queue is barely tolerable" p&p (2005) my beloved <3

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? See I used to have one where I posted mcu stories but I wanted to switch fandoms bc the mcu barely holds my interest now (except you loki sweetie I am thrilled to have you here!) so I thought starting fresh was the brightest idea ever except I did it in uni so I never have time to write stuff I like and now I'm sad but on the bright side met some cool people on here so!

6. Why did you choose your icon? Mandalorian armor Obi-Wan sexy. That's all I have to say.

7. Why did you choose your header? Okay I made my header along with 3 other edits to use as my pin tweet on twt except I flopped so now I'm using a fc instead there and I thought well not throwing it away so! On tumblr it goes baby. Also it's about Nimue my beloved so <33

8. What's your post with the most votes? My three jokers jason edit I think,,, as he should! King shit

9. How many mutuals do you have? Imma be honest with you here absolutely now idea how to know who are your mutuals on here but at least 5

10. How many followers do you have? 51 and I have no idea who cursed you to think following me was a good idea I'm sorry for disappointing you constantly like that

11. How many people are you following? A LOT. Idk how many but a lot.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? Yes and I'll do it again!

13. How often do you use tumblr each day? It honestly depends sometimes I'm more in the mood for twt sometimes tumblr sometimes instagram sometimes tiktok it all depends on the day I've had and the kind of content I crave

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog before? Nop. Now on twt that's another story

15. How do you feel about "you need to realize this" posts? Depends on the topic but usually it's the best way for me to not really read through it like I feel it just a way to act like people care so people feel good by rting it but thats where their activism stops... it's like "rt. Enough activism for today <3"

16. Do you like tag games? Yeah they're always fun tbh and I can freely overhsare so win win for me a loss for yall

17. Do you like ask games? Yeah makes me feel alive for 0.2sec

18. Which of your tumblr mutuals do you think is famous? All of them tbh go legends go

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? No but you're all my besties

Sorry I talked to much sjshsj I'm annoying kudos to you if you've read all that but also why would you do that to yourself

Tagging @rhymeswithrasonrodd @candlestudy @astroherogirl and @rahdaleigh if you don't wanna do this it's okay just thought that was fun!! Hope you're all doing okay!

#tag game #tysm for tagging me im 🥺🥺

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anime-alyssa · 5 years ago

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secret desires. (mando x reader)

You and the Mandalorian were temporary partners, nothing more, nothing less. The two of you are trying to find work at a cantia when you get hit on by another bounty hunter and your Mandalorian reacts differently than you expected afterwards.

Takes place after the events of Chapter 5.

IT FUCKIN TOOK ME LONG ENOUGH TO WRITE THIS, EY? SMUT BELOW THE CUT. for des bc its her birthday. happy birthday hoe here’s some mando porn.

also on ao3.

You collapsed against the co-pilot’s chair, The Child in your lap cooing and looking up at you curiously. He was wide awake despite it being the middle of the night, making you grunt softly. You had grown to love the little green creature, protecting it with your life and taking care of it like your own. The Child’s eyes darted over to your partner, putting himself into the pilot’s seat and preparing the Razorcrest for take off.

The Mandalorian was a man of few words, you learned. He didn’t speak very often. You had wandered into him while searching for the very bounty you held in your lap and had offered to split the profit after bringing him in, then to help rescue the Child and find it a safe place to grow up. Unfortunately it was still being tracked and the two of you had been on the run ever since, making your temporary partnership a lot longer than either of you anticipated.

You didn’t mind his company, really. He was quiet and you sure could get used to a Mandalorian always being around you. You were intrigued by him - you wanted to see what was under all that armor. Of course, you know it’s not the way for them to take it off, especially the helmet, so you could really only dream right now. You liked to imagine him built, since the armor was hulking. Built but fit. You didn’t have these feelings until recently for him - sexual feelings and attraction. You didn’t know you could be attracted to someone in which you had no idea what they looked like, but here you were.

You were dying to get back to your bunk and just tuck in and touch yourself after what happened earlier today. You two were at a cantina on Tattooine trying to find work and a rookie bounty hunter, who later the Mandalorian killed himself, started hitting on you. At first it was mindless flirting, but then it escalated very quickly.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing as a bounty hunter?” the rookie asked you. You rolled your eyes at him, looking him dead in the face. You would sleep with him if you had more shots of tequila or something, but at the moment you wanted to kick his teeth in. Unbeknownst to you, the Mandalorian tensed up besides you listening to the way he spoke to you.

“Same as you. Trying to make a living, earn money. You know, surviving.” you replied back to him.

“I can think of a few other things a pretty girl like you could do instead of this…”

“That’s enough. Do you want our help or not?” Mando asked him, shoving him back and you behind him.

You hadn’t been able to get the scene out of your mind since. The way he pushed him back, pushed you behind him…. dare you say he was jealous? You couldn’t know, there was no way for you to know. For all you know he was just being a decent person and taking you out of a situation you were clearly uncomfortable with.

But you secretly hoped he was jealous. And the thought of that made your cunt clench in between your legs, along with the thought of how hot it was that he intervened. The second you were in lightspeed you were out to your bunk, leaving the Child with him.

The Child was now asleep in your arms, so you put it into its cradle and shut the lid, encasing it in darkness so that it would stay asleep. You swiveled in your seat a little, feeling your frustration grow in between your legs. This wasn’t the first time you had touched yourself fantasizing about the Mandalorian. It’s been happening more often than it used to and in all honesty, you didn’t mind it. You had constant fantasy of taking his cock in your mouth and him inside of you… it was nothing but a fantasy unfortunately.

You didn’t have the guts to make any moves on him and you fairly assumed that he didn’t give a shit about you, given that originally he didn’t even want you on his ship anyway. The only reason why you were on the ship with him was because the Child liked you and the bonus was that you could fight pretty well. So he kept you around, but always made comments that the second he found a way to get the bounty off the kid and himself you had to move on.

The silencing was nearly deafening in the cockpit of the Razorcrest. Neither of you were much for words, but you always asked if it was alright for you to retire. Just incase he did need anything before you went. Sometimes he would straight tell you to sleep. But right now you were curious to see if he would say anything about the days events. It had been a wild day, attempting to work with that rookie, him betraying the two of them and then of course, the cantina. You didn’t think he would say anything, so you readied yourself to make your departure.

“Earlier… I apologize if I was out of line.” the Mandalorian spoke up in the silence. It nearly made you jump, heart beating fast in your chest.

“It’s fine. Appreciate it, but I can handle creeps on my own, though. It happens all too often.” you said back to him. You got up to make your way over to the ladder to head back down to your bunk. But he shot his arm out and grabbed hold of your wrist before you could get any further past his seat. You looked at him quizzically, heart pounding in your chest. What was he up too? “Don’t make me go on thinking you care about me, Mando.” you said light-heartedly with a small laugh on the end. You know that you’d love it if he did. It was just too good to be true.

“I think I just might.” he said to you, turning you to face him. He was looking at you through his helmet and you were staring back at him with wide eyes. “I… hear you sometimes. At night. You’re not as quiet as you think.” he said you, approaching you slowly. You felt your stomach drop down your body. Oh god. You were completely embarrassed that he actually heard you, despite how quiet you tried to keep yourself. If this was a normal situation this would be the part where you said ‘fuck it’ and kissed him - but this wasn’t normal. You stood there frozen as he was now chest to chest with you, metal pressing up against your clothed chest. A million thoughts raced through your mind and for some reason you stood there, not knowing what to do. If this was going to happen, it was obvious at this point that he was in control of the situation.

Slowly he started to move his hand that wasn’t on your wrist up your stomach. You wondered what he was doing until your breath hitched in your throat when his gloved hand gently sat on one of your breasts and started to squeeze. You suppressed a small moan in your throat, the surprise catching you off guard more than anything. Was this really happening? Was he really doing this? The hand on your wrist moved to the back of you, reaching down to take a handful of your ass in his hand. This time you let out a soft moan, so soft that you hoped he didn’t hear how much you wanted him. He kept working both of his hands on your body and you bit the inside of your mouth to keep yourself from getting any louder. He stopped what he was doing and you looked back at him, his helmet staring into you.

“If you stop yourself from making those pretty noises again, I’m discarding you with the Hutts.” he threatened lowly. Somehow the way that sentence came out of his mouth distorted by the modulator only turned you on more. You nodded slowly as he looked away from you for a brief second and left your side. You whined a little bit at the loss of contact but excitement grew in you as you saw what he was doing. On the floor was a spare piece of some sort of fabric, been there for god knows how long. You watched with narrow eyes as you saw him folding it the long way, analyzing it. “This should be good.” he said, walking over to you.

“Are you—”

“Close your eyes.” he said to you. You inhaled deeply as you did so, feeling the rough fabric cover your eyes and tie in the back tightly. You anxiety started to swirl upon realizing that you were not able to see. You lost balance for a brief second in your panic but a pair of strong arms caught you in time. “Relax.” you heard a low, deep unfiltered voice in your ears as he wrapped your arms around him.

Oh lord he took his helmet off. You had a feeling thats what was going to happen when he put the blindfold on you but for some reason you lost all logic that he was actually going to do it after you stopped being able to see. He trailed soft kisses up you, starting at your shoulder blade, biting and sucking gently as he went. When he reached your neck he took a little more time to leave his mark on you, causing you to moan out and fall back in his arms, head hanging loosely. You heard him let out a hum of pleasure in knowing that he was able to do this to you as he kept moving slowly up your neck until finally, he reached your lips. And oh maker - you’d wear the damn blindfold all day if it meant that you were able to kiss him like this more often. His soft lips meshed against yours perfectly, filled with lust. He wanted you.

He lowered the both of you to the ground slowly, you under him and him on top of you. Your lips were still together and you didn’t think you ever wanted to stop kissing him. The warmth in your stomach was unlike anything you had felt before. No one’s made you feel the way he does.

To your dismay, he took his lips off of yours to start working your shirt off of you. He let out an audible grunt when you heard your shirt thump to the floor next to you.

“Perfect… fucking perfect.” he said from above you. You felt heat flush to your cheeks as you heard two more items of clothing discarded next to you, but it wasn’t your own. Suddenly you felt his hands on both your breasts, pulling and tugging at your nipples slowly. “Never seen anything more perfect than you.” he said, placing his lips on one of your nipples. You moaned loudly, loud enough to probably wake up the Child but you didn’t care. Everything you had been fantasizing about the past few weeks was coming true. His free hand went down to your pants, sliding off them and your underwear with ease. You mentally begged him to move down your body more. You needed his lips on your pussy.

“Please…” you breathed out quietly. He chuckled against you, taking his mouth off your nipple to bring himself even with you. Of course you couldn’t see this, but you were beginning to almost feel his presence and where he was around you.

“Please, what?” he said, kissing your neck softly before making his way back down your body. He knew what you were begging for and he was going to give it to you. He spread your legs and put your knees over each of his shoulders smoothly and slowly, so slowly that you didn’t even know if thats what he actually did.

“Put yo - your lips on me - oh!” You didn’t even have to finish speaking before he enveloped your cunt with the heat of his mouth. He dove his tongue right into your folds and got to work undoing you immediately. You moaned deliciously for him, managing to find his mop of hair in your blindness and tangled your hands in it. This seemed to motivate him to go faster as he sucked gently at your bud, making the heat inside of you start to boil slowly. It was only when he sunk two of his fingers inside of you that you cried out his name. “Mando!” you shouted as you felt your legs tighten around his shoulders.

You couldn’t see anything behind the blindfold he put on you but you could have sworn that you could see stars right about now. You let out moan after moan as he went down on you gracefully, eating you like it was the last thing he would ever have in his life and pounding his fingers into you like there was no tomorrow. He licked delicious stripes up your cunt, slurping up all your juices into his mouth. His stubble scratched at your thighs as with one last pump of his fingers, he curled them into you going all the way to the knuckle and sucked on your bud, making you scream his name out and clench around him. You were in ecstasy around him, coming on his lips, his fingers, and probably some of his face too. He slid his fingers out of you but continued to lap up every ounce of liquid that spilled out of you. You panted as he took his face off of your cunt slowly, almost not wanting to leave it. He lifted your legs off of his shoulders quickly and put them spread for him.

He groaned as he used one of his hands to work at his belt. You could hear him messily fumbling with the buckle as his other hand worked to get rid of his armor, hitting the floor with a clang as it was discarded from his body. You heard him grunt as skin slapped against skin for a moment before he hovered himself over you. He spread your legs gently further as he took his cock in his hand, and lined himself up with your entrance. You felt the head of his cock press into you ever so slightly, and then in one thrust - he was filling you completely. You both let out loud moans as he adjusted his positioning around you.

“Go- god. So- so tight. Fucking perfect-t.” He moaned to you as he ever so slowly started thrusting into you. He started out slow, to give you time to adjust and him time to get himself situated around you. But then he started to pick up the pace more, thrusting evenly and hard inside of you. His head hung next to you, his pants and moans echoing in your ears beautifully. You took a shot in the dark and turned your head to his, nudging your nose into his neck and bringing your lips to the skin there, gently biting the area to give him a mark that matched the one he made for you earlier. “F-f-f-fuck.” he moaned loudly.

The Mandalorian snapped his hips into you like it was the only thing he knew. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them up towards his to give him the better angle of being able to fill you balls deep. It was bliss. The two of you were molded together in lust and sweat on the floor of his ship, nothing else but the two of you and your moans. He was hitting all the right spots inside of you, filling you entirely and tightly. The moans he was making into your ear helped aid you in coming close to your second orgasm. Your bites on his neck slowed as it was now your turn to moan, to cry out his name as he brought you closer to that edge.

“Please, keep going. Don’t stop - oh my god, Mando please.” you begged him. Sweat was pouring down your forehead as you felt yourself growing hot, once more feeling yourself getting taken over my ecstasy - almost. You were so close, so, so close when he railed himself into you and plowed home, him spilling moans out into your ear and you moaning out. The room echoed with your moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“C-c-come for me, o-oh god I need you to - ugh.” he groaned into your ear deeply. And that was all it took for you to come undone around him.

“Shit - Mando!” you cried out. Your cunt clenched around his cock inside of you and your back arched against the floor as he pounded into you through your orgasm. Your muscles were tight and all you saw was white and stars behind your eyelids as you screamed the name you knew for him, your nails dragging down his back as you scratched into his back and bit down on his neck and moaned.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” your Mandalorian moaned out as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, spilling his seed deep within you and stilling his thrusts as he moaned in a language that you didn’t know. His arms around you tightened as he brought you close to his chest, heaving and panting next to you. You finally went near limp in his arms, relaxing after you overcame your own high. He stayed in you for a minute before sliding out and collapsing on top of you. You felt the sweat from his own forehead against your shoulder as he rested his head there, regaining his composure.

It was silent except for your breathing. His arms were locked around you and yours still around him. You thought that once this was over he was going to just get dressed and you were going to scramble to your bunk half naked and be done with it. But he wanted to keep you two laying there, to enjoy the moment. He didn’t want to pass this up. You felt his lips on your shoulder softly.

“Stay. With me.” he said to you. It wasn’t really a question - it was a hope. He wanted you to stay with him.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” you said to him. You heard him chuckle and then he pressed his lips back to yours.

And you meant that.

#mandalorian x reader #myshit #the mandalorian x reader

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bluepunkmon · 4 years ago

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This is all very spur of the moment and scattered and bad but I wanted to get it out of the way before I start working soon soooo

(this is personal and what I personally would enjoy seeing, apologies if it diverges from canon too much)

Now, let’s talk about Guinevere. Can we talk about Guinevere, please? I’ve been dying to talk about Guinevere with you all day, okay.

Ok so Guin, I’ve got lots of thoughts about her. I’ve seen Lots of far interpretations, and they’re all very valid and extremely good, we need more of them.

My grand conclusion walking around one morning was; what if she’s a grumpy cynic?

This came from me thinking about Camelot in general. In most King Arthur media I’ve experienced/seen, the court is always wrapped in a sense of nostalgia. King Arthur’s court was uniquely good, a shining beacon on a hill, and England was worse off for its loss

(I haven’t played past Fate GO’s Camelot chapter bc I’m really stuck and I haven’t read all of fate so idk how off this is w fate, apologies)

A cursory glance at the Fate wiki describes Guin as pretty fucked up over marrying Arturia purely for ideals, and the pressure, and Lancelot, and like, everything

And that’s cool! She goes through a lot of tough shit.

In a few variations of the legend I’ve seen, Guin lives after the fall of Camelot and becomes a nun? Sometimes.

(again, I haven’t played past Fate GO’s Camelot chapter and I haven’t read all of fate so idk how off this is w fate)

Idk I just think itd be neat if, after however long of being a nun/living in isolation/being away from it all, Guin goes, ‘hey wait what the fuck was all of that’

She’s got a lot of time for self reflection, and it makes some of the sadness (some, she’ll always be sad about what happened), starts to sour. Why did the fall happen? Why did she have to marry Arturia if she didn’t love her? Who put all of the pressure on Arturia and Camelot to be perfect?

She questions more and more, and is really truly, deep to her bones angry

Anger makes her wake up a bit more to what’s going on around her. Camelot just fell, so maybe things are chaotic, maybe they’re sliding back into the warring states Arturia unified, maybe they’re facing opportunistic neighbors pushing their limits now that a major governing body has imploded, Idk, im not an Arthurian scholar

Point is things are messed up and Guin doesn’t ever want to feel as helpless as she as before, so she starts doing stuff. First nursing the wounded who come to them at the nunnery (assuming there were nunneries then that did charity work I am not an Arthurian scholar as I said), but the itch doesn’t go away, and it doesn’t feel like enough

So she leaves, and does more stuff. More medicine, helping to farm, whatever needs to be done. She tells no one about who she was. Less questions that way. Less questioning about random wanderer who knows medicine and farming and goes so far as to defend others by wearing patchwork armor and fighting, because by this point she’s learned to do that too.

She never does this to be a hero. As she reflects more, she realizes that she doesn’t like the very concept of a hero. Camelot is a double-edged memory. It was bad that it fell, and that so many died, but she’s now realizing she was never happy there. The perfect system relied on her fulfilling a role she didn’t want. And, more time goes by, she even pities Arturia, from what little she could see it was a lot of pressure on one person. The perfect system was also built on serfdom, and after more time living alone she realizes that that isn’t all that great either

So shes disenchanted with Camelot, and heroes, and kings, and probably divinity too once she gets around to it.

Gion roves around, helping out when shes asked, laying low when she isn’t, and eventually she dies. Maybe plague, maybe fighting soldiers, maybe when she tries to fistfight whatever god or gods were in charge of camelots fate. Point is she dies, and shes left behind such an impression that some part of her starts to materialize as a heroic spirit. Maybe as a mysterious errant knight (which shed hate wow), maybe as some spirit of the people, idk

But! Guin really, really hates heroes! So much so that she actually subconsciously resists becoming summonable. Hence why she still isn’t in FGO.

If she ever is summoned, somehow, she’ll be summoned as she was living post-Camelot. And it works out, because even when face is uncovered, most wouldn’t immediately look and frowning, scarred, weathered woman and think queen of Camelot

I think shed prefer it like that, and only divulging who she is to others from her time. She’s had decades to grow with what happened, but she still doesn’t really want to get into it again, sooo shes putting that off as long as possible

TL;DR, I made my own version of Guinevere ‘heroes are overrated and so is feudalism’ Pendragon

#fate guinevere #fgo #fate series #guinevere #point is i have too much time at the moment

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