#i'm just sadly too exhausted to make a lot of sense

[hotwaterandmilk]

So I decided to pick up physical copies of The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions from Yen Press on a whim the other day. I've been in such a nostalgia hole about Ragawa's works thanks to the Hanayume 50th celebrations and I remembered her manga adaptation of Konohara Narise's novels had restarted not that long ago. It made sense to get the books and begin a catchup re-read before the fifth volume comes out in English.

I'll be honest, I don't remember much about the Kyuketsuki to Yukai na Nakamatachi novels or manga from when I first encountered them. I had the first two manga volumes in Japanese at one point, but gave them away when the manga went on hiatus years ago. However, upon beginning my catchup re-read in English I was struck by how much the story resonated with me now.

If you've never read the series before now, long story short from Yen Press, "When a vampire from Nebraska named Al gets frozen in bat form, he winds up in Japan under the care of a dark and mysterious man covered in a bloody scent!"

I'd like to get into why I think this series is worth picking up now and for that it's probably easier to throw my ramblings under a cut.

I feel like the humorous elements of the series are what get talked about in the (admittedly scant) English language reviews for the series and, while the whole setup can be quite amusing, the more serious elements are what actually makes it stand out from other vampire tales with romantic elements. While everything is exaggerated, there are some very "real" aspects that help The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions stand out in an endless sea of vampire tales.

For example, Al being bitten by a vampire wasn't a ticket to easy street. There was nothing glamorous about what happened to him. That bite ruined his life and through no fault of is own, he rapidly became destitute. Vampirism in fiction is often shown leading characters to social isolation, but not necessarily to poverty. Given that Al has lost everything that connected him to his previous life, it makes sense that in our current capitalistic society he'd also lose access to even the most basic things our societal identities afford us -- including housing.

So yes, it's amusing that this bat-boy ended up flash frozen and shipped with some meat to Japan. However, the circumstances that led up to that outcome are given the weight they deserve. You truly do feel for Al in these moments because haven't we all been, at one time or another in our lives, perilously close to losing everything? These fleeting glimpses at the past sting in otherwise rollicking segments of the story as they should. Everything beautiful in Al's present is something that he didn't have during his lowest points and you truly feel for him as he works to prolong these moments.

Another serious moment that lifts the series even higher in my eyes is when it becomes aparent that Akira has access to human remains. Rather than handwaving away the access to blood as a convenient way to get Al the nutrition he needs, a significant amount of time is dedicated to the ethics surrounding the situation. The gravity with which all lives should be handled post-mortem and just a generally respectful examination of embalming as a process.

Unsurprisingly, I find the portrayal of Al's "incomplete" vampirism as a form of disability to be a compelling take on the mythos too. Al gets almost none of the "benefits" of being a vampire due to the whole process "not being done properly." What this leaves him with are a lot of things that make his everyday life different from not just humans, but "complete" vampires as well.

These differences mean he struggles to feed himself properly, feels significant levels of pain, and his body is often weak or doesn't behave the way he wants it to. The cause here is obviously fiction, but the way Al's acquired disability impacts his capacity to function to an acceptable level in a society of "normal" folks (both human and vampire) really struck me as ringing true, at least for myself and my own disabilities.

Yeah, I'm not going to turn into an adorable bat (and truly, bat Al is A D O R A B L E) but the struggle to make use of the few good hours in a day when my body works to a degree, that's so goddamn real. Al wants to contribute to the household, to pay back Akira and to be a functioning member of society... but it's not as straightforward for him as it is for others and that's something I appreciate being explored here.

Another thing that stands out to me is Akira's sexuality. While there are a lot of misunderstandings with Al and Akira that lead to people assuming they're lovers, when Akira is pushed into a corner about having a lover he shuts this down by describing himself as being frigid or having a low libido (in very blunt language).

I feel like the depth of this is conveyed well in the English translation by the subsequent line:

While at this point in the series Akira hasn't labeled his sexuality as being either demisexual or asexual, this is definitely something that it feels like the narrative is leaning towards. Particularly when Al clarifies the difference, in his limited language skills, between the physical and the romantic.

Akira is still figuring out what is comfortable for him in terms of dealing with people, so it makes sense that his progress regarding intimacy has only accelerated after meeting Al. The batty vampire is pushing him towards understanding more about himself and how he chooses to interact with those around him, but the ball is still very much in Akira's court regarding whether he'd like to explore either the physical or emotional aspects of their relationship further. I found that really refreshing?

That this story allows the dark-haired, brooding hero who is one part of our lead will-they-or-won't-they, to assert that he doesn't feel the same level of physical attraction that others do. That he isn't entirely confident in this either, that it's a part of himself he's never opened up about before, that it's something Al uncovers and isn't suddenly changed to fit what is acceptable. But that it doesn't lessen Al's interest in him, it's just part of who Akira is... gah! It really resonated with me idk. I love some smut, but I also appreciate it when a story focused on something as sexual as vampirism chooses to eschew this in favour of raw emotional edging instead.

I've pushed the more serious elements of the text in this ramble, but before I wrap up I should really note that there are some very funny moments too. For example, Al's bluntness here when he speaks Japanese.

The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions isn't the best work of vampire fiction I've ever read, but it uses its recurring themes of isolation vs. the need for connection to craft an enjoyable narrative. One that I feel lingers in my mind a bit more than others. While Al's unique form of vampirism leads to some absurd escapades, the story is elevated by having its emotional core remain grounded in the intrinsic beauty of everyday human interaction and how even fundamentally different people can connect in small but significant ways.

Blah blah blah, you should check it out, I can't wait for the next volume, etc.

#kyuketsuki to yukai na nakamatachi #the vampire and his pleasant companions #ragawa marimo #marimo ragawa #konohara narise #narise konohara #ramblings #this is totally incoherent #i'm sorry i've got so much going on right now #but i wanted to plug this title and mention a few bits that stood out to me #because this is a solid series that deserves more attention in english-language spaces #i'm just sadly too exhausted to make a lot of sense #hope you get what i'm trying to say #and if not well whatever #go check out the series anyway

[puranami]

✿ Fever - 1 ✿

A/N: Not included Brook and Jimbei bc I have absolutely no idea how to write them. Also, since Chopper is baby it would feel weird including him, even though it'd be in a purely platonic way. Just because of all the pining going on. Idk, I'd rather keep the themes separate, if that makes sense?

Summary: You're sick and try to ignore it.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Robin, Franky.

Content: SFW, G/N reader, no serious illness but Usopp's is a liiiiittle angsty bc of his mum, not proofread (effectively) bc it's past 2am ✿

(Part 2)

Luffy

✿ He's honestly oblivious to things at first. You are doing your best to maintain your usual level of enthusiasm but it's so exhausting, and that's the most he registers - that you're tired.

"Hey, did ya not sleep too good?" he asked, entirely too loud for the headache beginning to form. You groan and lean your head into your hand, as if that would somehow soothe things, but to no avail. "Don't worry about it, I swear it won't affect my duties," you say, not sure who you were trying to convince. Apparently it didn't work regardless, as when you looked at him he was just stood there frowning with his arms crossed, and his head tilted. Before you could say anything you were greeted with a rubbery palm lightly smacking against your forehead, earning a surprised yelp from you. "You're hot." "Luffy!" Of course he had to say it that way. If you weren't already burning up with this fever, that would've set your skin ablaze. He really had no filter, and he never realised how the things he said affected you. He removed his hand from your face to grab your own, turning to drag you back to your quarters, not listening to any of your protests on the matter. There really wasn't anything you could do once Luffy had made up his mind, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't part of his charm. "No duties for you today, 'kay?" It may have been phrased like a question, but you knew it was 'Captain's orders.'

✿ You'd end up sleeping most of the day, with Luffy having gotten Chopper to look after you.

✿What you wouldn't be aware of was his constant presence while you slept, keeping a quiet vigil whilst he made sure the damp cloth on your head was always nice and cool.

✿ He just wants you to get better as fast as you can!

Zoro

✿ One word; clueless.

✿ It just looks like a hangover to him, what with the way you groan at the light, are unsteady on your feet, and complain about being nauseous.

"And I thought I drank a lot last night." he'd comment with a smirk. "Shut up, Zoro, you always drink a lot," you whine. "I didn't drink anything!" "The pathetic whining says otherwise." You threw the rag you'd been cleaning with at him. He raised an eyebrow, watching it harmlessly drop to the floor in front of him. "Your form is off." This man, you swear! You try to growl out an insult, but it dies on your tongue, a wave of nausea hitting in it's place, causing you to clasp a hand to your mouth. "Alright, easy champ, no need to strain yourself," Zoro raised his hands in faux surrender. "Come on, you gotta sleep this one off." He can't help but smile as you pathetically smack at him while he picks you up, opting for bridal style as opposed to flour sack, only so you don't empty your guts down his back. Saying that, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy holding you like that, though you're far too busy trying to fight him to notice the dusting of pink on his cheeks. "Don't worry I'll get you through this. I know my way around a hangover." "I'm not hungover," you protest as he gently places you in a hammock.

✿ True to his word though, he does see you through it, even if 'it' is the wrong thing. Task failed successfully!

✿ Zoro stays beside you, makes sure you drink plenty of water, and get plenty of rest, even falling asleep himself at one point; his face inches from yours as he was leaning against the post the top end of the hammock was attached to at the time.

✿ Sadly you never saw that as you slept right through it. Would've been good ammunition to use against him when he needed taking down a peg.

Nami

✿ One of the people who would actually do a good job of looking after you. She's not got the gentlest bedside manner; she is firm yet fair, so you're in good hands.

When you don't join the crew for breakfast, Nami took it upon herself to make sure you hadn't gotten tangled in your hammock, or something equally as stupid. You wake up in a cold sweat when you hear your door open, and manage to croak out, "Nami? Oh, did I oversleep?" When you try to get up, she pushes you right back down. "Don't." Her tone indicates that she will not tolerate any shenanigans, and so you do as you're told. "You need to sleep more. I'll get you some water, and later Sanji will make you some soup." She tucks a thin blanket around you, so you don't overheat. "If you so much as try to get out of this hammock I'm going to tie your arms and legs together. Understood?" Unable to stop yourself, you let out a light chuckle. "Nami, you're so cute when you pretend not to care," the fever disabling any kind of filter you may have had. While it did catch her by surprise, you are none the wiser, as you quickly drift back off to sleep. Nami has to take a brief moment to collect herself again, silently cursing the noticeable warmth in her cheeks, then mumbling about how you're an idiot before leaving your room.

✿ Nami basically dictates how your day is. Lots of sleep, plenty of fluids and maybe a warm bath to help sweat this out, and of course she 'requests' (demands) Sanji make a hearty soup to help you get better, which he is more than happy to do for her!

✿ She'll deny it, but she sets up in your room so she can monitor you throughout the day, only going to Chopper for medicine if she thinks it's bad enough, deciding it isn't necessary to bother him with something so manageable.

Usopp

✿ He panics. Something about seeing someone he cares about getting sick makes him think of his mother, and he doesn't want to lose anyone else like that.

Usopp scoops you up and books it to Chopper. You've seen him afraid, but nothing this intense, and no matter how much you try to convince him that you're okay, and that it's just a cold - you can't seem to break through to him. "Chopper, please help! Please!" He begs as he gently places you on a bed. Tears are streaming down his face, as he takes your hand in a vice-like grip. Once Chopper confirms what you already tried to tell him about it being a common cold, he relaxes a bit. You don't hold it against him, clearly this is something deeper for him. Chopper's words, those of a professional, were very reassuring. "You just need rest, but I do have medicine to help with symptoms if you need," he says before putting a comforting little hoof on Usopp's knee. "Everything will be okay, I promise." Usopp takes a moment to collect himself before quietly saying, "Can I stay?" You and Chopper look at each other before smiling back at him, letting him know he is welcome to stay as long as he likes, or in this case needs. Neither of you press him on why this had him so scared, figuring he'll tell you if and when he's ready to.

✿ Chopper will handle all of your care, because Usopp refuses to leave your side.

✿ He keeps you entertained with his stories when you're awake, and scribbles on some loose papers Chopper gives him while you sleep. It's mainly ideas for things to make, and it keeps him calm.

✿ At one point he falls asleep with his arms crossed on the bed beside you, his little fingers linked with your own, like an unspoken promise that you'll get better, and he'll be there when you do.

Sanji

✿ As soon as Sanji catches on that you are sick, he decides to completely dedicate himself to your care and recovery! He's very attentive, and will do every little thing you want or need to get you back to health.

"Darling, I insist!" Every 'it's okay,' and 'you don't need to do all that for me,' will be shot down immediately. "What kind of man would I be if I let someone as lovely as you do anything in this condition?" He clutches his chest dramatically. "No, no. Don't you worry about a thing; I'll make sure you're well again in no time at all." You really don't have the energy to try and dissuade him, so you accept your fate, and let him dote on you the whole day. It's honestly really nice; you love having his attention, and are thankful that the fever hides your blushes, but you also can't help feeling a little guilty with how much he does for you. "Please don't overexert yourself on my behalf, I don't want you to end up getting sick yourself." "Even if I was sick, it wouldn't stop me from looking after you, my dear." You can't help but frown at this. He's so eager to do for others, but is painfully stubborn about receiving that same care. "If you're ever sick, Sanji, I'm gonna do everything that you've done for me - and I won't hear any objection from you on the matter!" You say in as stern a voice as you can manage with a sore throat. "Darling-" "Nope!" You cut him off quickly, "You deserve the same level of care that you give out!" He looks at you a little wide-eyed, an adorable blush creeping along his face. He lets out a small laugh. As much as he'd like to, he says nothing more on it; you're as stubborn as he is it would seem.

✿ Sanji makes lots of lovely food to help aid in your recovery; warming soups, peppermint tea, porridge with ginger and honey. Everything that soothes and settles, no matter the malady.

✿ His bedside manner is impeccable! He's so gentle with you, and he makes sure to check in as often as he can, whilst still doing his duties, getting as much done as possible while you're asleep.

✿ Like Nami, he only goes to Chopper if he feels your condition requires it. He's confident that his cooking will be more than enough to get you back to health.

Robin

✿ A blessing, and a curse. She's very logical, and she knows how to handle such a minor illness, but, she really can't help telling you all about other illnesses that have worryingly similar symptoms.

"Oh, this one is very unpleasant," she beams, and you can't help but press your hands over your ears. "Chopper!" You cry, before she can start telling you about this particular strain of 'instantdeathitus,' practically running into the infirmary with Robin hot on your heels, holding an open book on diseases. "Robin keeps talking about scary diseases and now I'm scared I'm gonna die!" After being given a quick check-up, and much reassurance that, no, you do not have a rare disease that can only be contracted on a specific island in a completely different ocean, and yes, it is just a common cold, you relax. Mostly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Robin says later once you have bundled up and settled down. "Your cold just reminded me of this book, and I thought it was fascinating. I just wanted to share it with you." She clearly felt guilty, and you appreciated that this was just how she is, but you really would've rather she'd chosen a different topic to tell you about. "Maybe, you have a book on old remedies you could tell me about instead?" Robin perks back up at this. She truly values how much you understand her, and she can see why talking about diseases when your ill is not the most pleasant experience, so this is a perfect compromise. "That's a wonderful idea," she smiles, and you swear she puts the sun to shame with how bright her smile is. "There might be one we can try that will help with your recovery."

✿ Once you get past the scary disease hiccup, Robin is a great companion, looking up home remedies, and trying out the ones that are clearly based on logic as opposed to superstition.

✿ If you find a good remedy, she's excitedly write it down, and later pass the information on to Chopper.

✿ She's happy to get you water when needed, and will watch over you as you nap in the library. It's one of the quietest parts of the ship, so there is no way to disturb you there.

Franky

✿ Aside from Chopper, Franky is genuinely the best at dealing with sick people. He tones down his behaviour, and knows exactly what you need to get back on your feet.

Your head was absolutely thundering, at least that's how it felt. Franky clocked onto your condition as soon as he saw you enter the kitchen, and once you had what you came in for, he hurried you off to his workshop. You thought it was an odd choice. "Shouldn't I go somewhere quiet?" "I know it doesn't seem it, but I can keep this place absolutely silent if I need to. No music, no one else barging in and making a racket," he said, keeping his voice uncharacteristically quiet. "Also the walls are soundproof - keeps noise out just as well as it keeps my noise in." "Oh! That's really impressive," even when ill, there is a sparkle in your eyes when he tells you about pretty much anything he's designed or built. You notice his cheeks turning red, but assume that it's just from the compliment as he looked so proud when you gave it to him. "That's not all," he grins, "I've been working on a lil something, and now's the perfect time to show you!" That certainly piqued your interest, and he was doing a great job at distracting you from how bad you felt. Franky led you to one of the corners of the room, one that was covered in a large tarp. You'd seen it many times, and you were always curious, but he'd always brushed it off whenever you brought it up, so the thought of finally seeing what was under there was exciting! Pulling down the tarp revealed a little alcove that was almost like a nest considering the amount of cushions. "It's a space for you," he said sheepishly, "so you have somewhere comfortable to sit when you hang out in here. I figured you could rest there whilst you're ill, and I can look out for you." You stared at it in absolute wonder, big shining eyes darting between it and him. "It's absolutely perfect, thank you so much!"

✿ Franky kept the workshop quiet like he said he would, and whenever you needed anything, like water or medicine, he'd go and get it for you.

✿ At some point Chopper came in to check on you, since Franky had mentioned you were ill, but there really wasn't much to do about it besides getting lots of rest, and you had that covered.

✿ He'd work on his quiet projects, the ones still in the planning and design stages, whilst you slept peacefully in your cosy nest.

#one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x you #luffy x reader #luffy x you #zoro x reader #zoro x you #nami x reader #nami x you #usopp x reader #usopp x you #sanji x reader #sanji x you #robin x reader #robin x you #nico robin x reader #nico robin x you #franky x reader #franky x you #cyborg franky x reader #cyborg franky x you #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #cat burglar nami #god usopp #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #cyborg franky

[heyhihellosworld]

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁! 𝐈𝐈

Pt 1 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: This is part 2 of 'He is not!'

Warnings: Smut x2 🫢, angst, fluff, slight argument

Notes: This may not make too much sense because it's jumping a lot. Also I got a bit carried away eheh. Always struggling with pt 2 of stories but loved writing pt 1 so I gave it a shot! And thank you for all the love on part 1, really thankful! xx

You were sat on the couch once again, but this time it was so much worse than this very morning.

Jack was yet again rambling but now you had done something, in his eyes very wrong and you couldn't really defend yourself. You'd tried but it wasn't very popular with your brother when your argument was that Mason was hot.

You swore you could see his eyes darken when you tried to reason with him that he was a good fuck and after that you'd just kept quite knowing it would be for the best.

"You promised!" he close to shouted, pacing back and forth in front of the couch you had slumped down into after he'd ushered you home from the club. You could still feel the remainants of alcohol in your blood even though you began to sober up and had been for the past couple of hours.

"Well I didn't fucking know he was in England! I was just happy I'd found a hottie who wasn't in City" you mumbled quietly

"Y/n" Jack whined, running his hands over his face.

He was done rambling now, never being able to keep angry at you for too long but sadly enough disappointment seemed to take longer to vanish. "Couldn't you've asked him?" he sighed out, sitting down in the love seat opposite you.

"What was I supposed to ask huh? Like hi i'm y/n you're really hot and I want to fuck you but firstly, are you possibly teammate with my brother?"

"That's one idea" he muttered, knowing it wasn't something you naturally asked someone but you still broke your promise and he would keep you to that for a long long time.

"It's not jack! I'm really sorry okay, I didn't mean to break my promise" you sighed, leaning your head back. You where really tired, it was late as hell, you'd been up early, you'd watched a very shaking game, you'd dranken a lil too much plus a good fuck on that, exhausting was a light word.

Jack sighed, looking at you with his deep brown eyes and a serious expression "Okay, okay just promise me that you wont do it again"

You closed your eyes, not wanting to promise that.

"Y/n" Jack glared at you in warning "no Jack, please"

"What, no no no. Never again" he argued, standing up again looking pissed.

"I'm not gonna promise that" you said lowly, refusing to meet his eyes. "What y/n! It was just a one-night stand, right?"

Your eyes fleeted around the floor trying to look at anything but him. "Yeah?" Realization dawned upon him and his eyes narrowed "He's already contacted you hasn't he?" he spoke darkly making you wince "What would you do if I said yes?"

"Show me!" he barked making you jump, snatching your phone tight in your hand. "Not a chance!"

"Y/N!"

"NO! He just said... that he... that he had a good time and wondered if I wanted to see him again sometime"

"And you of course said no"

"Uh... no?" you winced again, his look killing you.

"You've already said yes" he deadpanned, throwing his head back in absolute annoyance.

"Yeah" "Ah fuck you! And fuck Mason!" he grunted out, gesturing with his hand in the air.

"Come on Jack, it's already happened so the promise is already broken" you sighed "What's once or twice more?" He didn't answer your question but sighed instead, resting his eyes heavily on you

"Y/n If you see him again you're gonna make me really disappointed" he said lowly before gathering his stuff and walking out the door, probably going back to the club to find a shag. You heard him shut the door harshly behind him, leaving you groaning on the couch.

A week had gone and Jack had been in a little better mood since that day but he was still not as regular with you. It was strained and you hated yourself for betraying him like he felt you did.

Today you'd followed him to his England training, he was really reluctant to let you but when Mason mentioned he couldn't train with the squad because of a sore ankle he had said okay.

What he didn't know was that Mason still would be there, smirking at you as you walked past. He had been texting you all week, even calling a few times to just chat. Obsessing over you. (In a good way, not a perv/stalker way, just had to clear that up)

The training was a couple of hours but you loved watching them. They had a lot of fun and it was a good change from watching the serious games when it was die or survive.

You had only sat in the stand for about half an hour when Mason texted you.

You grinned at your phone before sneaking off, sending a text to Jack just in case he would see you not there to let him know you had gone to greet the staff and get something to eat. But in reality you where hurrying into the building and around the corner.

Mason stood with a huge grin on his face, leaning against the wall waiting for you.

He didn't even say hi before gripping your arm and pulling you into some type of closet or equipment room.

He immediately towered over you with a soft grin, his hand resting on your chin.

"We really shouldn't" you sighed, tilting your head up to look at him. he was standing so close you could kiss him if you wanted to but you restrained yourself, Jack's voice repeating in the back of your mind.

"I really couldn't care less about Jack right now" he breathed, his breath fanning your face, eyes literally boring into yours. It was impossible to resist him, to resist his gorgeous eyes and inviting lips. Something just dragged you towards him. "I should care... but I don't right now" you sighed before closing the space between your lips, attacking his with yours in a heated and desperate kiss. He met you with the same hunger, lips bruising as your tongues fought for dominance.

He pushed you against the door of the small room. A moan escaping your lips before you could stop it.

Both of your clothes were gripped, desperate hands grasping the items of fabric off, desperate to feel what was underneath. Your shirt was pulled up over your breasts, your bra pulled down enough so he could grasp at them without any fabric in the way.

Your jeans were gone just as his shirt, his jeans undone showing his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers were over your panties, rubbing your clit the best he could through the material. The touch made you whine, the lacy material causing even more friction against your sensitive nub sending your mind into mush.

"You like that huh? Can feel you soaking through" he whispered huskily against the shell of your ear causing a shiver through your body.

Your teeth chewed through your lip, trying to keep sane as he pushed his hand inside your panties.

He properly teased you, flicking one finger in and out of you, his thumb rubbing over your clit and back up over your thigh and stomach, creating a pattern to drive you crazy.

"Okay, okay" you breathed, reaching for his hand to stop his movements. He got what you signaled and stopped his fingers instead lifting you up by your thighs, pushing your back against the door further so that you were in the same height. Your arms tangled around his neck for support as he quickly swiped your underwear to the side and pushed his hips forward, teasing your slit with his tip. Anticipation coursed through your body, making you needy for him to just fuck you but Mason was a tease, and it obviously didn't matter if it was in a public restroom, an open cupboard or a bed.

Finally, finally you felt him slowly push into you, your eyes fell close as deep breaths escaped from your mouth. Your neck craned itself, resting against the door as he bottomed out inside of you.

You wanted to look at him so badly but it was hard as he began to move, instead you marveled in the small sounds he let out. Small huffs of air and small breathy moans left his lips whenever you pushed back onto him or clenched around him.

His hands were gripping you hard, nailing into your flesh as he pounded into you. It felt so much better sober, you could feel his every movement and ravel in it with a clear head. Your back hurt with every thrust as you were slammed up and into the door but it only made the whole thing better. His mouth was leaving sloppy kisses up your neck, nipping and licking over your exposed skin.

"Fuck" he mumbled into your neck as you squeezed around him again, "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" he breathed out.

You forced your eyes open only to see him looking at you. His lips where slightly parted and eyes shiny. He looked proper fucked and it made you grin, your hand coming up to his cheek to stroke over his scruff as he continued to pound into you. "Do it, cum for me" you whispered against his mouth. You loved the way his eyes closed momentarily, a deep breath coming out of his mouth before he started to move even harder against you, letting himself go and search for his release.

You reached down to rub your clit as you sensed he was close. Mason loved when you did that, his eyes moving back and forth from your eyes to where you were connected, watching your face contort in pleasure and your fingers brushing over yourself.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer, groaning as he came inside of you, letting himself ride out his high before slowly pulling out.

You were breathing hard, looking into his brown eyes as he kissed you slowly, sensually, intertwining his tongue with yours. We was still holding you up against the door with determination.

He searched your eyes but you weren't sure for what as he slapped your hand away that was still absentmindedly rubbing circles over your clit, replacing it with his own fingers.

You gasped at the contact, his fingers being much rougher and picking up the speed immediately, feeling much better than your own.

"Mason" you breathed out, eyes closing again "it's okay, you don't have to" you tried but he huffed out a 'no'

"If you don't want me to, tell me to stop but if not i'm not gonna let you go without making you cum."

You moaned at his words feeling the high almost snapping already. It was not like you had been far from coming before and now you where tethering over that delicious edge.

"I-I'm gonna" you tried to warn him but he already knew, watching your face and hearing your whining sounds. "I know, I know, It's okay, cum" he murmured against your jaw loving the look on your face as you let go, squirming in his hold.

Once you'd come down from your high he helped you down on your feet, both of you cleaning up as much as possible before zipping up and straightening clothing.

Masons lips were on you all the time, not wanting to let go, desperate to feel the taste and softness of your lips.

"I have to get back" you said lowly, brushing away the hair in his eyes. "Do you really?" he asked with a whine making you chuckle "I do Mason"

"Can I see you again?" he asked desperately, eyes staring into yours with need.

And just like that Jack popped into your head, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach as you nodded slowly. "I guess" you murmured, not convinced but Mason seemed to be satisfied with that answer, kissing your lips once more "I will text you" he smiled before leaving the small room.

The guilt only grew as you slipped into the bathroom to clean up properly before grabbing something from the cafeteria and settling in the stands again. Meeting Jack's worried look turn into recognition as you waved the coffee and sandwich at him, feeling like crying at his smile.

"Bro"

Jack ignored his shout, looking the other way while walking onto the pitch, already in a sucky mood after ignoring you that morning, hating to argue and not be close.

"Bro come on can we at least talk about it?" Mason tried, jogging to catch up with his long strides.

"No Mason, don't talk to me" Jack gruffed, speeding up even more but Mason had no problems catching up while running.

"Please"

"Mason just fuck off!" he grunted out, making heads turn as they where close to the others by now.

"No I want to talk to you about this" Mason huffed stubbornly, not expecting Jack to fly around, aggressively bumping into him with force.

"I said fuck off" he grumbled warningly.

"Hey hey hey, what's going on?" John stepped in, holding a hand on each of their shoulders to separate them.

Either of them answering, Mason looked down while Jack stared daggers at him.

"What is going on?" John repeated, not asking this time.

"What is going on is that Mason here is fucking my little sister!" Jack close to shouted, all heads turning to them now.

"y/n?" John asked in confusion, Jack only getting more annoyed "Yes y/n!"

"Bro what the fuck" Kyle stepped in, looking at Mason. "You fucked y/n?"

"I didn't even know he had a sister called y/n!" Mason defended, he unlike John and Kyle didn't share the club with Jack meaning they didn't meet that often and he didn't know him as good.

"I didn't even know who she was" Mason sighed, tired of it.

"When was this?"

"At the club after the City/Chelsea game, she was there. I met her first at the stadium then again at the club and we fu-hooked up in the bathroom. I just knew her name, I didn't know she was Jack's sister" he sighed dropping his head. Kyle nodded, understanding the situation. "Jack, listen to him. He didn't know" "I don't give a fuck, if he hadn't been with her again maybe I could have thought about it but now no" "You slept with her again?" Kyle sighed, John just stood quite beside them, letting Kyle sort it out, he was better at it.

"Uh-yeah"

"Man what the fuck" Kyle groaned "Why would you do that, I get you didn't know who she was the first time but surely you must've the second time"

"He did, I saw them both after the first time" Jack grumbled, glaring murderer still.

"I did"

"So why again? You know the rule bro"

"I-I don't know, She-I" Mason stuttered, not knowing how to phrase it for Jack's ears. "She is just really intriguing okay?! I needed to check in on her after or... hookup and then we just kept on texting"

"When was the second time?" Jack groaned, not liking to hear about it at all. "When she came for training" Mason mumbled, looking down on the ground. "Fucking shit" Jack grunted "You fucked her in a fucking closet or something?"

Mason winced, giving the answer away. "Fucking shit" Jack repeated, glaring hard.

"Bro" Kyle sighed, closing his eyes like if he was dealing with two fighting children. "I get you okay, I do I would be pissed too if he slept with my sister but you gotta keep it civil at training" Kyle stated calmly.

"Ah fuck of Kyle" Jack scoffed, moving away from the group to continue with their training instead, fed up by Mason and the whole situation.

Mason felt defeated, he didn't know what he could do or say to make Jack talk to him.

You where sneaking.

You'd never sneaked with something in front of Jack before but you convinced yourself that you would hurt him more if you told him straight to his face that you were sleeping with Mason. Deep down you knew you hurt him even more by sneaking around and risking he found out about it but you couldn't stand to see the pain you would have to cause him face to face.

"Where are you going?" Jack huffed from the couch making you stop dead in your track, your brain racking for some excuse but nothing came to mind.

"y/n?"

"Uh-I'm going out..."

He raised his eyes from the tv to look at you with furrowed eyes "What's the matter with you?" he chuckled, studying your nervous stance.

You could see the exact second the penny dropped, his smile disappearing and eyes narrowing

"no"

"I'm sorry okay!?" you exclaimed, not being able to take the disappointment in his eyes as he rested his heavy look on you. "Why, just why. You know I don't want you to be with my teammates because it will stir things around in the team. How could I go there and act like nothing happened when I know he's been fucking my little sister." "I understand you, I do but just... why is it such a big deal?"

"Because!" Jack almost shouted out, frustration tearing on his every part of being.

"Because I know how he is! I know how they all are! Searching around for quick fucks, arseholes! All of them ar arseholes!"

You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your mouth at his outburst.

"I know that Jack. Come on, I know you and you are just like them but I am an adult, I promise I can care for myself. That first time I was just searching for a quick fuck and forget but then he reached out to see me again." "Don't trust him y/n, it doesn't matter if he texted you to see you again that's probably just because you were a good fuck.... oh my gosh I can't believe I just said that about my baby sister" Jack cried, rubbing his face with his hands.

You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out from your mouth at his dramatics, patting his leg in a try to reassure him. "I can take care of myself Jack, I'm sorry that I fucked your teammate... twice but I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm in love with the bloke"

"I don't know y/n..." he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child making you sigh at him, rolling your eyes which made him sigh too, giving up this argument. "Okay okay, you do you but please, I'm warning you now and I'm not about to pick up the pieces when he does what he always does"

"It's not gonna happen Jack"

"we'll see" he huffed, standing up and striding to his room. You collapsed back on the couch, you hated arguing with him, hated making him disappointed. You felt your heart drop as you heard his door slam shut and the lock turn, he only locked when he was seriously mad.

"I'm sorry Jack" you sighed for yourself before grabbing your wallet and exiting the house.

It wasn't long to Mason's hotel, maybe it was a little too close you thought as you stepped into the elevator up to his room floor.

You were excited to see him again but you couldn't shake off Jack's disappointed look and his pleas for you to not see him anymore. But as previously all those thoughts flew away as Mason swung the door open, meeting you with his charismatic smile as he gestured you into the room.

"I didn't think you would show up" "I'm sorry, I got into this whole thing with Jack" You sighed, slumping down on the couch with a grimace. "Oh, sorry" he mumbled, looking almost timid by the way he watched you.

You waved it off observing him as he walked closer to you "Don't worry bout it he is just dramatic" you smiled a small pang of guilt settling in your chest as you uttered the words. You knew how he felt about this yet here you were, in the middle of the night in Mason's hotel room for a booty call.

"He is really not okay with this huh?" You sighed, looking into his eyes "No, not really"

He looked down on the floor, guilt settling in him too. Jack was a good friend and it was well known that relatives was off market but he hadn't known who you where that first day and then he was hooked, obsessed with the way you felt, not having it in hm to stop whatever this was.

"But let's not think about him now huh?" You smiled at him, reaching out for him as he stopped right in front of you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

"No? So what do you want to think about?"

"Hmm" you teased, feigning thinking over the question.

Your fingers tangled together behind his neck, bringing his mouth down to yours. You let your lips faintly brush over his in a teasing manner, locking eyes with his. "Your dick?"

Mason groaned quietly at your answer, a smirk taking over your face. His lips melted into you fully this time, taking control and dominating the kiss despite your tries to put up a fight.

You were pretty desperate to get to the point, wanting to forget all rational thoughts and just get lost in pleasure but Mason stopped you before you could unbutton his pants.

"No way we are doing this in the couch when we for the first time have the chance to do it for real, in a comfortable bed"

You giggled at him, pushing him off of you and standing up. "Okay then"

You sprinted to the bed, Mason close behind you before jumping into it in a fit of giggles.

Mason quickly moved over you, hovering over your face with a foolish grin, hand coming to wipe your hair away from your eyes before meeting your lips hungrily, desperate to have you for real this time. Be able to take his sweet time and love your body for real, not just fucking you quickly and messily in a club bathroom or a closet at the training ground.

"You are so so beautiful" he whispered, mouth ghosting over your lips and down your neck, your body craning back to give him more access. His lips ghosted over your ear and down to your mouth again.

"I know you said you wanted to take your time but is that really necessary?" You whined, bucking your body upwards to get in contact with him.

Mason chuckled at you, pursing his lips "It is"

You couldn't help but whine, feeling the need to get some type of relief. "It's fine" he chuckled, sliding his hands up under your shirt to grasp at your boobs. Softly squeezing them over the material.

"Just fucking take it off" you grunted annoyed, pushing him up so you could sit before ripping the shirt of your body prompting him to do the same.

You almost salivated at his naked torso, flipping him around whilst he was focusing on tossing his shirt away, catching him off guard. If he was gonna take his time you would at least be in charge, not be the one getting teased but being the one teasing.

You moved down slightly, straddling his thighs as you slowly licked a stripe up his torso over his chest. His breathing caught in his throat, eyes closing as you littered small sensual kisses all over his chest, teasingly going lower before abandoning and working upwards again.

When you teasingly licked a stripe from the edge of his jeans up his navel he grunted, painfully hard at your ministrations.

"Okay stop it now, I get your point" he breathed, trying to reach for you.

You giggled against his skin, kissing up his body until your lips met his again.

"It was you who wanted us to take our time so that's what i'm doing love"

"Okay okay but I was wrong, let's just get to it" he rushed out, a light bubble of laughter escaping your mouth. "Aww"

You grinned before moving down again. Licking teasingly over his navel and down his small happy trail whilst you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Helping him out of them.

A sigh of relief left his mouth as he was freed from his jeans but he was still straining in his boxers as you teasingly trailed your fingers under his boxer band.

"Stop fucking teasing!" he grunted, sitting up and taking off his jeans and boxers as you chuckled at his impatience.

You leant down, looking up at him teasingly through your lashes as you licked a stripe up his dick. You slowly and teasingly licked his tip, kissing down the base before licking your way up again.

He could almost not contain himself, his erection only getting harder and harder at your teasing movements.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep going" he gruffed out between his teeth his hips moving on their own accord. You finally took pity on him, taking him in your mouth for real, bobbing your head and sucking at his tip.

"Y/n y/n, stop stop" he panted out, clawing at your hair to get you off his dick.

You grinned at him as you released him with a pop, kissing up his chest before meeting his mouth in a needy kiss.

Mason huffed as you moved back from his lips, moving you around in a swift movement, hovering over your face.

He mirrored your previous teasing, kissing down your body, stopping at your breasts to lick and suck over them. Your eyes struggled to stay open, you teeth desperately trying to keep your soft sounds in.

Soon your jeans and underwear where discarded and he was teasing one finger through your folds, teasing your hole before softly dragging them over your clit.

"Just fuck me Mase" you whined, bucking your hips up to prove your point further, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he moved up to your face again.

"Hm that's what you want?

"Yes Mase" you said lowly, rubbing your thumb over his scruff. He looked at you patiently, waiting for something more and you knew exactly what. Your eyes rolled as you clicked your tongue

"Please Mase" you muttered, slight sarcasm to your voice but Mason didn't care just narrowed his eyes at you before directing his tip to your entrance.

He didn't do anything else though, just teasing his tip at your entrance, rubbing it over your clit. His hands came to your hips as you tried to buck up to him, holding you still.

"Mason" you groaned, looking at him with a glare but that only got him to chuckle at you.

Instead of giving you what you wanted he started to tease you with his fingers again but this time he actually did something. Slowly pushing your walls apart he slid two of his fingers inside of you. Slowly moving them among your walls before hooking them to press on that perfect spot against your wall. Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted

"Yes Mase, keep doing that, keep going" you murmured, ignoring his smirk as he made you feel good.

He didn't do what you said though, stopping only a few moments later to your annoyance but this time he was done teasing, again running his dick against your sex but only for a few seconds before he slowly pushed into you.

The stretch was delicious, making your eyes shut close and breathing get heavier.

"Fuck" Mason grunted as he bottomed out "you just feel better every fucking time we do this"

You snickered at his comment, rubbing his chin lovingly as he slowly started to move, loving the way you pushed back against him every time.

He stuck to his words, taking his time. There were no desperate pounding, no messily sloppily quick fuck. He was slow in his movements, savoring the moment and you didn't mind it. Meeting his slow kisses and slow thrusts, bashing in the feeling of him. His strokes were firm, determined but slow, meeting your hips with an obscene sound.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, teasing your clit, twisting your nipple, stroking your hips, he was everywhere at the same time, overwhelming you with pleasure.

You lost track of time as you rocked together, both so into your own little bubble to think of anything else. Pleasure slowly building until it snapped, slowly dissipating before you came back to reality, your eyes opening to meet his.

-

You didn't wanna stay for long, a tinge of awkwardness settling as you sipped on your coffee, looking at him over your cup.

"I really should go" you said softly, his nod of recognition was pretty cynical as you stood up, placing the mug at the sink before grabbing your things.

"I'll text you" he said lowly, barely looking at you as you moved towards the door. You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled at his behavior, like he just a few hours ago hadn't cuddled up to you and told you how amazing you were.

"Bye Mason" you muttered, the whole thing really feeling like goodbye.

"Jack" you tried but he was relentless, pacing with such fury and determination you almost didn't dare look at him.

"How could he?!" he shouted angrily, his hands gesturing like they always did when he was angry.

"It's nothing" you tried but Jack was not giving in.

"What do you mean it's nothing y/n! It's all over the internet"

You sighed, looking down. Things haven't been going that great since you spent the night at his hotel. He had texted you to say sorry for his behavior the morning after and you'd started texting just like before. But then only a few days later there had been tabloids everywhere of him with some girl.

"Have you seen the pictures?" he asked, his voice lowering as he saw your face. It wasn't like you'd fallen head over heels for him but it still stung, it really stung.

"No"

"Ugh" he groaned "I said this was gonna happen, didn't I?" he sighed, sitting down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his shoulder whilst his rested on yours.

"You did" you said lowly

"But you also said you wouldn't be here when it did"

"I know" he sighed, kissing the top of your head. "But I lied, I will always be here, regardless of what I say" he said softly, making you smile.

"Thank you"

#footballer imagine #footballer fanfiction #footballer fanfic #england nt #mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount smut #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount fanfiction #jack grealish #jack grealish fluff #jack grealish imagine #mason mount angst #manchester city #chelsea #he is not!

[rarityroo]

Hello there I was just curious, would there be anyway where we could get a angsty Pomni x reader scenario? Perhaps the reader could be Pomni’s partner and maybe they get into a argument over something? ( maybe the readers well-bring because they are constantly emotionally drained from taking care of everyone else) Pomni brings it to their attention and the reader argues back that they are completely fine, but then perhaps maybe Pomni says something  she doesn’t mean and then maybe later they can make up and have a lot of cuddles and forehead kisses?

When love is enough

Pomni x Gn! Reader

Hi! I’m sorry if this is too short but I wanted to get this out for you, this has a pet name used (love) I hope that isn’t an issue. Also not as angsty as I wanted lmao but still please enjoy!

"God Pomni it's not that serious!" You shouted tiredly, how did any of this even start, you don't want to argue with her. Pomni was your girlfriend, and you loved her your mind was clouded with exhaustion and anger. Not at Pomni but at the stress you felt, you always worked so hard and took care of everyone else but never considered taking care of yourself causing this entire argument.

"Please, I don't want this to be a fight I just want you to listen..." Pomni confessed sadly, "I'm worried about you, you look burned out, and you're not acting like yourself." She looks at you with a heartbreaking stare full of concern. "I know you like to take care of others, that is one of the things I love about you but this has gone too far. You're neglecting your health Love, please just..just stop, i know you care about others but you have to rest"

As Pomni's words sank in, you felt a pang of guilt. She was right; you had been neglecting yourself in the pursuit of taking care of everyone else. The stress and exhaustion had clouded your judgment, leading to this stupid argument. Taking a deep breath, you softened your tone. "I'm sorry, Pomni. I’m so so sorry" You start to break down, a flurry of emotion hits you as your eyes fill with tears, guilt beating down on you, "You're right, I've been so focused on everyone else that I forgot to take care of myself. I didn't mean to snap at you."

Pomni's expression softened, and she reached out to gently touch your arm. "It's okay, Love. I just want what's best for you."

You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you realized how lucky you were to have someone who cared for you so deeply, your darling Pomni. "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise to start prioritizing my health and well-being." A small smile tugged at Pomni's lips as she leaned in to give you a tender kiss. "That's all I ask for. We're in this together, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude fill your heart. "Okay. Together." And with that simple word, you knew that everything would be alright as long as you had Pomni with you.

#pomni x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #pomni #tadc x reader #tadc pomni x reader #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni x reader tadc

[catinflight]

AYY Y.D.M AU STUFF YIPPIEE

Here's Ashley and bert, because why not (Sorry if it's low quality / things dont make sense or if there's any weird spelling mistakes, ect). It's late, and I'm Uber sleepy😭😭 ill try to elaborate more if asked)

Ashley is part of the main survivor group holed up somewhere (I haven't decided), along with most of the other none infected, she's doing her best to document and assist suna with scout work but sadly she doesn't have any actual weapons to help fight back (not yet atleast) so she mostly sticks to the sidelines. I'll probably use her journal entries to showcase more information about the au and the other survivors, but for now I'll just write down the basic stuff

Bert knows a lot more than he lets on. He was found a patrol team searching for resources around some vacant and priorly undiscovered set of underground facilities. he was nearly catatonic and refused to make direct eye contact with anyone. Since then, he has gotten better, though not by much. He picked up a few documents from the lab and since has been weirdly protective and fidgety with them since.

Aaaaaand now some good ending future goobers for funsies, because silly

Suna may seem relatively intact, but that's mostly because her armor took most of the brunt from attacks, though that doesn't mean she hasn't seen some stuff, but atleast she managed to create, somewhat of a cure, for the infection Though it can't help everyone, at least some people don't have to die, right?

Aki is kinda weird, because not only has he managed to recover from his infection without exposure to the cure, but he somehow managed to integrate it into his own systems, (think getting the cold, but instead of getting sick you mutate it and it gives you superpowers,) though that does come with the drawback of retaining minor symptoms and looking half meganized, this is mostly because Y.D.M (in severe infections) forces a robots system to work in its most extreme states, and for aki, thats when he's meganized, now he mainly focuses on helping suna with curing and reforming people. Suna isn't very fond of this, as she's seen aki takes it too far, often skipping days of sleep and forgetting to recharge while trying to help cure infected. At some extreme points, collapsing with exhaustion, thankfully suna is always keeping an eye on him.

And I would draw daini,

But uh, he kinda

Who knows maybe I will after all? I mean this is supposed to be the good ending right?

I'll nap on it and see what happens, though if I draw him, I'll have to draw skullman too, cus' yknow, LORE

Anyway, yeah, thank you for reading this small lore dump teehee (I'll draw more characters next time and have less text, I promise 😭😭)

#megaman fully charged #megaman #mmfc au #mmfc oc #mega man fully charged #art #aki light #mmfc #suna light #ashley adderley #bert wily #i seriously need to format my posts better #thats way to much text MAN🤬🤬🤬 #also idk why but i might redraw aki and bert #mostly aki #i can never be satisfied with their designs. #idk why #OH WELL ILL DO THAT LATER

[myobsessionsspace]

This whole goddamn taekook vs jikook 💿🐎 is so exhausting. Honestly.

Was I a bit saddened when Jeongguk didn't mention Jimin? Yeah. But for the wrong reasons because my brain was hard wired into thinking "taekookers are gonna run a mile with it".

It's fucked up. But more importantly, it's not Jeongguk's fault - it's purely a me/army problem.

The fact that everyone in army has some kind of version of the members that's mostly fabricated, isn't something they can control.

They are most likely aware of all the hate they get online, especially if it gets really bad. That it gets really bad for Jimin a whole lot, from within army even, can't be unknown to them. But it's not on Jeongguk to change himself on the off-chance it's gonna reduce hate. Most likely that wouldn't work either. Tkkers, akgaes and Solos will hate on BTS every chance they get.

BTS are whole people, individuals that think differently and experience things differently. To reduce them down to their interactions with others is insanely harmful, but it has been normalised. From what I've seen, a lot of shippers (both taekookers and jikookers) reduce the maknae line to what they do and with whom. I did it too, when I immediately thought sadly about the letter when it's the first proper sign of life we've gotten from our golden maknae in ages.

So, as much as I'm f.e. looking forward to the travel show, I'd also advise shippers in particular to watch actual uncut ot7 content. ITS, BV, concerts and behind the scenes - there's a decade worth of videos. Yes, everyone believes in hybe having a narrative to push, so I don't expect people to actually do this honestly, but it might decode some of the army-internal brainwashing.

Hi lovely,

First of allllll

I’m here for what you are throwing down!

It’s not a THEM (the members) problem it’s an US problem.

How does it make sense that ‘fans’ be it solos, shippers, whatever, get mad when people we’ve never met talk about a member who they’ve ate, slept, breathed, played and worked with for 10+ years? How does it make sense to be angry over them interacting, touching, mentioning each other because of what the shippers will say? You damn right it’s exhausting😪.

⬆️An example 😓 They literally had phones in their faces from all sides and so many think pieces about their interactions VS ⬇️

I can’t point the finger without three pointing back at me, cos like you said I too have had moments when I’m like ‘those mf’s are gonna have a field day with this…’ as my first thought?! What’s wrong with me??? I get it when real OT7 say shippers & solos (when talking about those that actually are and not the ones they like to label to dismiss valid thoughts) ruin everything, cos as soon as content and good news drops there’s always gotta be some bullshit alongside it, from any subsection 😪

They HAVE to be aware but kudos to them, they keep it moving, they’re so strong to have millions of strangers on multiple platforms speaking on them like they know them, but still have so much love in their hearts to continue engaging because they know the some isn’t the all.

With every drama and battle online it actually deepens my love and awe of these regular guys, with talent hard worked for, still trying hard to show their goodness to their supporters, not throwing in the towel for their peace. They’re everything 😍

I’m glad people like you are making it your mission to not reduce them to their duos, ships and solo fandoms, but still supporting them as TALENTED INDIVIDUALS. I’m trying too💪. I want to be conscious in appreciating them for them, their talents, their individuality AND their bonds, ALL OF THEIR BONDS.

Obviously I bias some bonds more than others, it’s human nature🙈

We definitely need to keep pushing about original content, we need to keep pushing about original sources not just clips and cuts and edits, we definitely need to keep pushing about doing our googles!

We need to not close our eyes to the other interactions, it’s not scary! It helps us appreciate Jikook’s bond more and appreciate them as members, friends & brothers of the others.

Because no matter what people believe those 7 MEN love each other down.

It helps us be able to filter the bullshit when we do come across misinformation and defamation of character. It helps our confidence in knowing we’re stanning and supporting the right ones.

I’m super geeked for the show coming from Jikook too…whenever it comes 😩 Heck we’re starved, so I’ll start small, I’m desperate for a ‘keep warm, don’t catch a cold’ message from Jiminie even though he’s doing his best in keeping in contact, why are we so thirsty 😅

Thank you for writing in and speaking my heart! 😉

💜

#Jimin #Jungkook #BTS #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Anonymous Asks

[alexanderlightweight]

Mermay still :) how about a fic where Alec is a orca mer and Magnus is a megaladon? In this au, your "size" is determined by what species you are, so a dolphin mer would be about the size of an average human, whereas orca would be twice the size of a dolphin mer. Which means Alec, who is used to being on of the biggest mer around, is suddenly DWARFED by Magnus.

For plot, I was thinking maybe Alec's pod had set up in a new territory, only to find out Magnus had territory nearby. They are obviously afraid of him for being a muc bigger and deadlier predator than them, Magnus isn't super thrilled with the pod being nearby. Until one day when he's near the borders of there territory terrorizing them with his presence, he meets Alec, who was patrolling today and decided to go ask Magnus if he needed something because Magnus sets off allll his prey instincts and he's both not used to that, and kind of into it and it freaks him out.

every single week you do this to me. i also got requests to add more to your last prompt (which i'm getting to but like, i have to do some research first). not that i'm complaining, to be clear. i am wallowing, not complaining.

did i obsessively write this while making breakfast because @saeths got super excited about it? yes lol

ily babe

lumine

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Alec stares with cold disdain at the dolphin mer who tried and failed to woo him. As much as his parents resent his refusal to take a mate, they also can’t push the issue. Alec is the only reason they were able to move their pod when mundane expansion and pollution intruded too far into their past territories.

That doesn’t mean, sadly, that they stop encouraging others to pursue him.

Most of the pod are dolphins and narwhals and while many have powerful tails and fins and some even know how to use their horns, they’re small. Which means that Alec is the only one of the pod who can take on their larger enemies. Those whose blood mingles more with squid and octopus.

Alec is exhausted from the long journey of finding a new territory and he’s only barely allowed himself to finally rest

“Alec—” Izzy says, and her voice is soft with fear, as if she’s afraid the current will take her voice to a predator. He’s never seen her so frightened.

“What is it?” He asks, trying to work his gills faster so he can wake up more quickly. “Did the scouting parties find something?”

“Our scouts made a mistake—” her lower lip trembles and a pearl slides down her cheek. “Alec we’re not in his territory, but we’re so close. He hasn’t done anything, but we can’t move again so soon Alec, the clave doesn’t know what to do.”

“Izzy you’re not making sense.”

“He’s a megalodon mer, Alec. He’s at least twice as big as you.”

Alec swallows, because he’s the biggest in his pod by a lot. The only way other mer can take him is if they swarm him and even that is hard with how powerful his tail is.

Alec shudders at the thought of an enemy even bigger than himself, because he’s never seen or met one.

“I’ll go.” Alec offers and then swallows hard at the gleam in Aline and Helen’s eyes. He’s never been sent to offer a tribute before except as a guard and it will be odd, being the one dressed to impress.

—

Magnus knows exactly what kind of mer has taken off the small open territory that Magnus has never bothered to claim. It’s an almost neutral route that is often taken by those he doesn’t care to waste time on.

However, the fact that he’s left it open doesn’t mean he’ll allow just anyone to live so close to him. Especially not when they’re annoying, chirpy little dolphin and dancing narwhals who flinch at his shadow and scream at his teeth.

The water reeks of fear and it’s feeding Magnus’ hunger, making it grow quickly until he’s ravenous and hunting only two days after he last feed.

He gluts himself on fish and small whales and then moves to where a small current will help him clean his hair and nails of the worst of the gore.

If it happens to also be on the border of the new pod’s territory and his own, where they can see him dipping his fingers casually into a current that could rip off any of their own limbs and lets the scent of blood fill the water.

Well, it’s still Magnus’ home.

If they’re intimidated, they can leave.

That’s his opinion for the first two days at least, until he finds a very clear tribute post near to his border and the pods but without actually crossing into his own. It shows a healthy dose of wariness and fear, though it’s a bit disappointing. Magnus thought he might actually get a fight or two before they submitted to his rule.

He leaves an agreement, takes the meager offering and then crushes it, leaving the remains behind.

If they think Magnus is like any great white, easy to please with a little bit of groveling another nothing of impressive value, then he’ll send them back to wherever they fled.

—

“You don’t remember what sharks like as tributes?” Alec asks dryly, ready to slap Imogen into the cave wall and Jia gives him a nervous look.

“We grew lax—” Jia admits slowly, which is as good as acknowledging they just started relying on Alec as soon as he outgrew the rest of his pod.

“So, then I’ll wear what you want but I’ll pick what to take.” Alec retorts, because he’s not taking a megalodon twice his size sea grapes.

There are murmurs from the elders and Alec snorts, because the clave can either do it his way or they can try it out on their own and honestly, they’re all to scared to.

Alec isn’t taking kelp baskets or anything else to a treaty with a predator.

Instead, once he’s dressed, he takes a moment to see how he moves with all the decorations and accessories they put him in and then, when he’s used to it, he hunts.

It takes time and strategy to get the most impressive squid he can, rather than just the easiest. Alec can’t afford to offer insult instead of respect.

He gets the squid wrapped up in kelp to make it easier to transport and then sets out with it trailing behind him. He gets as close as he dares to without permission and then lingers on the edge of a current that would batter him but break others of his pod.

Alec doesn’t want any interruptions or pod members spying on such an important meeting, especially if the presence of others could set off such an intense predator.

—

Magnus scents freshly killed, delicious squid and he swims towards the scent. It’s too close to his territory line to be anything other than a gift, a taunt, or a very deadly mistake.

It’s a gift.

Magnus has never seen a mer dressed so prettily that wasn’t some kind of tribute. He’s also only seen a few orca mer and never any as big as the one drifting on the lines of the territory.

He has a squid nearly as big as he is and it’s tied with kelp, clearly an additional offering that he’s hunted himself.

“Oh—” Magnus croons, sharp teeth gnashing at the taste of awe and the scent of a predator recognizing another as he gets closer. “Where were they hiding you?”

The mer bristles, not surprised by his presence but there is something proud in the gleam of his eyes, “I wasn’t hiding.” His eyes are dark and watchful but as Magnus circles him, his tail sways with clear discomfort as he takes in the clear difference in their sizes.

Magnus’ little mer is used to being the biggest in a territory, that much is clear, and Magnus is sure the little orca has taken down many lesser sharks with ease.

“Oh no, of course not.” Magnus soothes and he moves his tail in an idle slap to the water behind him, smirking as the ripples he creates rock his little visitor. “You wouldn’t hide, not from me. The others though, they kept you away. I haven’t seen you and I’ve been watching.”

“I don’t like a lot of noise.” Is said quietly, “I sleep on the far side, in the deep caves. It’s further away from any territory lines and also our least defensible. It made sense that I’d rest there, keep alert.”

Which is perfect, because Magnus also dislikes the tedium and noise of mer pods.

“And you needed rest for so long?” Magnus asks, circling again and watching hungrily as the mer’s gills flutter.

“We uh, hit a jellyfish field when we got close.”

—

Magnus knows exactly what he’s talking about and he makes a deep, clicking noise that normally makes prey go still but has his mer swaying towards him. It’s easy for Magnus, but for regular mer, the field is a horror and tragedy waiting to happen. It’s more shocking that so many survived and are uninjured than anything else and Magnus realizes it’s because his tribute took the brunt of it.

Magnus gets closer, inspecting the skin under the layers of delicately woven pearls and shiny decorations. There are small, angry lines of silver across his mer’s skin and Magnus presses fingers to the nearest ones, earning himself a hitched breath.

“Your name?” Magnus asks, because he’s too impatient to wait any longer.

“Alec, Alexander by the old tongue.”

“Magnus Bane.” Because even though mer do not have pod names like humans, and Magnus has no pod, he is still renown.

He has a name because he has become a bane to all who cross him.

“Alexander,” Magnus says, and he reaches out to grip Alexander’s neck, just below his gills, so that his thumb teasingly caresses the sensitive membranes. It’s an incredibly intimate gesture and Alexander whines and goes still, staring at Magnus in shock.

“I accept the tribute.” Magnus tells him, “and in return for such an impressive mate, I will allow your former pod to remain. I will even

“Wha-?” Alexander starts to ask and then he nods, eyes wide and gills kissing the tip of Magnus’ thumb.

Magnus moves slowly, pressing his tail up against Alexander’s sleek, smooth one and Alexander goes instinctively still. Magnus skin is smooth against him, so long as he doesn’t try to move away.

“You’re worth far more than a small feeding ground, aren’t you Alexander?” Magnus has killed tributes trying to offer themselves to him before, but Alexander is the only one who has ever caught his eye.

—

Alec has a moment where he almost explains, and then he decides it really doesn’t matter.

Even if Magnus were willing to forgive the misunderstanding, he’s not going to be willing to let Alec’s pod stay without something of equal worth and now that Alec knows how much value Magnus sees in him, he finds he doesn’t really care.

Alec’s body is covered in scars and while he likes fighting, he’s tired of it being for the survival of other people. Especially when half the mer in his pod do stupid things, convinced of their own hubris because they expect Alec to come save them.

Magnus is three times his size, not the two Izzy predicted, and his hands could cover the entirety of Alec’s gills, but he’s being gentle in a way the pod stopped being long ago. For all that they covet Alec’s size and skills, even those in his family unit stopped being soft, as if Alec is always a weapon and protection both.

Magnus is treating him like he’s delicate kelp, like he’s something fierce and incredible but still precious and it makes Alec warmer than the sun on the surface ever has.

“Magnus—” he murmurs because words are lost to him and it’s all he can think of to say.

The massive, heavy tail against his own presses closer and Alec shifts, shivering when he can feel the promising bite of Magnus’ tail against his own. The scales of Magnus’ tail are larger than any shark he’s fought and if he moves wrong, he’ll be shredded.

Magnus merely chuckles and pulls him closer, so that the scales are smooth against him once more.

“As long as you stay close, you’ll be fine.” Magnus tells him, the hand not holding Alec’s throat and gills wrapping around his waist. Fingers play where his body melds from torso to tail and Alec gasps out a stream of bubbles at how intimate such a simple gesture can be.

#lumines writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #the open sea

[peachy-cheeks]

We Still Have Time (week one)

week: arrival | two | three | four

word count: 1,785 words

characters: gojo satoru x afab reader; (minor: Miwa Kasumi; Nishimiya Momo)

warnings: nsfw! also a little angsty and contains spoilers from chapter 222

a/n: well... against my better judgement, i'm making this a six chapter series. i'll go slow since i do want to know where gege is taking this whole thing... its just been a really good writing week and ive been thinking about sleepy sex so! enjoy!

The first week of Satoru's return was a volley between enervation and relief. The dust around his release was gradually settling and the days steadily filled by establishing a rhythm of hypothesizing, strategizing, then training.

Week one of five. A collective, unspoken countdown was the tensed thread between the students, mentors, and the other sorcerers caught in the mix. The recognition of this D-Day prompted vigilance amongst the group and a want to be at their fittest, god forbid, if anything were to go awry.

Vigilance... this was a double-edged sword as you had incrementally lost more sleep as the days drew on.

A lot of your immediate, guttural fear in understanding the gravity of life now had dissipated, so you figured. But the unpredictable stretch of sleeplessness made you aware that fear, at least for you, had manifested as wakefulness.

Satoru, on the other hand, was wakeful out of making up for lost time. So much had happened in those three weeks of his absence. So much... due to his absence. He tasked himself with carefully vetting and reaffirming his alliances, even in the small group of allies present. It would take a while for him to lower any kind of guard... sadly, even with you.

His insomniac habits manifested in him sitting, standing, pacing... while yours were placing all of your might into keeping your eyes shut and, unsuccessfully, attempting to sleep. The common trait between you both being an overactive mind, continuing to hypothesize.... strategize... in preparation for another day of conditioning.

It had been six days since his return. Most of those nights had been spent like this... minds cloudy and unable to shut off for needed restoration.

Your first night next to each other was spent cradling the other, sharing the typical warmth that you both missed. Despite the clinical and unfamiliar environment of your emergency shelter, pure exhaustion and desperate clinging allowed you both to sleep tightly in each other's arms like swaddled babies.

Night two was also warm, but much less peaceful as you both fidgeted, switching positions seemingly every 20 minutes seeking deeper comfort. Energy and focus regained from the night before gave way to a mutual self awareness that the weeks apart allowed your bodies to become more accustomed to sleeping alone than not.

At one point your eyes finally felt as heavy as your spirit. The image of Satoru's tired face peering at you from under his own weighty lids and lashes lulled you closer to sleep. Only moments later, your eyes begrudgingly opened, subconscious sensing the slightest movement.

Your blurry vision could make out the image of Satoru's naked, broad and defined back facing you. So still... apart from paced breathing; slow enough to know that he wasn't in panic... but noticeable enough to make you wonder what was keeping him up. Unfortunately, you had several ideas.

"...you okay?"

He unexpectedly tensed, slipping out of his mental solitude. You could feel him thinking, really contemplating how to answer, which in many ways told you some of what you already knew.

"no... not really. more tired than anything."

An honest answer said with a faint smile. He looked a bit over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of your face which was paying him every last cent of exhausted attention you could.

"me too... "

Your voices matched in whispers as if to not wake yourselves up.

"'...kinda difficult being out... the dark feels different here..."

He was overstimulated. Likely had been since the moment he was freed.

"...'m gonna take a walk..."

You couldn't stop him. Maybe it'd help to let him run through the scenarios and varied endings of what was to come without feeling your presence there.

"okay."

"i'll be right back, promise."

"...it's okay... i know."

Night three took you both by surprise, after finally finding a way to stay more static in sleep. You two counted it as a win, only waking up briefly every other hour, eventually crashing into REM around 6am and, remarkably, sleeping until noon.

"They've been sleeping for a while... should someone-"

Momo intercepted Kasumi's understandable concern as they walked passed the room where you two rest.

"Don't bother... they both look like they haven't slept at all. It's really starting to show in their under-eyes..."

Nights four (better) and five (worse) resumed the disordered pattern with bursts of consciousness segmenting ounces of sleep. As one slept, the other watched.

Night six. It had nearly been a week, a torturous one, and the determination you both felt to catch up on your debt rivaled the overactivity of your anxieties.

Deciding on a new method, Satoru laid toward you in a fetal position; his face inches away from your exposed midriff. Exhales from his nose lightly tickled the shown skin, subtle evidence of his vitality comforting you but not enough to take your sleepy gaze off of the wall. Your palm rested on the crown of his head, fingers lightly playing in the snowy tousle of hair.

He forgot how much he loved this sensation.

With powerful arms wrapping around your waist, he closed the distance between your belly and his face. The pressure of his exhales warmed the surface of your stomach as other sections were blessed with delicate, apologetic kisses. Your fingers massaged the top of his head as his lips pressed further into your skin. His hands reached under your shirt to lightly stroke the expanse of your back and draw you in closer. His desire to suffocate in you halted only by the need to propose a question. Or rather, a solution.

"Can I have you?"

His words followed by another kiss caused a stir in your lower stomach and elicited a hitched gasp from your lips. The pent up rage, mourning, and raw, reactionary emotion had way-sided the common physical desires you had for each other. Desires that you two were unable to express and act on for weeks.

"Of course."

His tongue dragged across small areas leading to your hipbone, punctuated either by a kiss or playful bite. Your vocalizations motivated him through his sleep deprivation.

Pushing at your hip to lay you flatly against the futon and hiking your thighs up and apart, he continued to mouth at your pantyline and inner thigh. You felt drunk off of the lack of sleep and the soothing touch his soft lips provided. His wide hands gripped the back of your thighs, practically pinning them to the areas of the futon around your torso.

Sleepiness stole the memory of your panties slipping off of you. A louder moan fell out of you as his tongue reached the bare and wet folds of your core. While you lazily wondered how he had so seamlessly reached the most vulnerable and sensitive part of you, his tongue dragged deeper across your entrance. Two thick fingers followed, pushing slowly into you.

"...'his okay?"

His lips barely parted from your body, breaking to gauge where your stamina laid. The two digits, surrounded by the wet love that streamed out of you, curled upwards to press against your g-spot.

"fuck... yes... 'toru... yes..."

Your affirming voice and the squeeze of your walls around him intensified the rush of blood to his groin. His hips pushed into the surface below him for friction, moans traveling from his throat, to his mouth, and against your clit. He looked towards your face with deceivingly innocent eyes and when your head wasn't titled back in ecstasy you caught a glimpse that melted you onto him further.

Satoru's persistence despite the lack of rest inspired you to muster strength to reach into his hair again and offer the most provocative tug you could. Your nails sweetly scratched at his scalp before firmly tugging, pushing his lips closer to you. Precum dampened the font of his sweatpants and the pace of his fingers quickened, plunging deeper inside of you pushing you closer to the edge.

Pleasure and sleep pulled at your brains as you drew closer to a climax.

"wait... wait."

You felt Satoru's grasp on your thigh loosen and he immediately stopped, raising his eyes to yours. You pushed to drop your thighs and motioned for his lips to meet yours in a messy, languid kiss. The shift of his body pressed the dense muscle of his torso into yours. His painfully stiff and covered length rubbed against your soaked cunt and across your thigh as he slowly settled next to you.

Your hand idly reached beneath his waistband to cop a feel and slowly expose him. The wet tip met the air and your thumb pressed into the ooze before you stroked up and down. He held onto your face, hungrily kissing and mumbling into your cheek.

"mm... mmuh... fuck..."

He relinquished himself to the feeling of your palm and fingertips massaging the pink tip of his cock for an all too brief moment. Tearing away, he turned you to your side, spooning you, and snuck a hand between your legs to feel your wetness again. You felt his hardness as it poked at your buttocks before slipping between your inner thighs. Wet fingertips reached under your shirt to roughly knead at your breasts and lovingly pinch at both nubs.

The press of your ass against Satoru's lower stomach made him dizzy and he buried his face into the crook of your neck, entering you with a mutual desperation. Touches traveled across your lifted thigh, your breasts, throat, mouth, and hair. Slapped skin and heavy breathing created a lewd lullaby that further intoxicated you two. Tears welted up in your eyes as he fucked into you harder.

Repeated expletives and moans syncopated the sound of your bodies meeting. Your voice hit higher notes and your insides pulsated tighter against the pleasing friction. The closer you were, the foggier your consciousness was. Your climax gave way to a domino effect of Satoru giving his all then (abruptly, to you) pulling out to paint across your nether regions.

And then, silence. Slowing beats of your heart grounded Satoru.

“…Are you already asleep?”

“…mm..uhn…”

You hadn't quite made it down yet.

“Heh... gimme a second.”

With a pat on your rear, Satoru got up and searched for a towel. He returned to the beautiful image of you, blushed all over and unconscious.

“...What a dream.”

So few people were privileged enough to feel the careful touches that swiped your skin as he cleaned you. Even if for just that night, there was alleviation… some sort of pardon (or pity) for your souls. Satoru rested next to you, giving you a final watch before setting his eyes to the ceiling and drifting to wherever you were.

#jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic #gojo satoru #gojo satoru fic #gojo x reader #satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo #jjk angst #jjk scenarios #jjk smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x afab reader

[magpiemissy]

"Your Romeo and My Juliet"

Kaeya Alberich x Reader

A/N: I was just listening to some music and the song came into shuffle. I had this idea, it was actually more painful to write than I thought. I cried a little bit. Hope you all like it.

Warnings: Angst, character deaths, not edited or proofread, english is not my first language so grammatical errors are expected, let me know if there are more

Song: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

"You already know I'm exhausted, sweetheart." "I too, my love, am very exhausted," they murmur to each other as they gaze out the horizon. Their eyes were overwhelmed with the orange colors of the sky. "So lovely," a pained whsiper.

Wouldn't dying for each other be worth it? Love drives you nuts, mad, insane?

"I'll go to any length for you." "Anything, my snowflake," they respond, painfully smiling.

They giggled gently as the agony crept quickly across their bodies. Pained? Yes. Happy? Perhaps. At the very least, you died for him and only him, and he died for you and only you. It was worthwhile.

A risk. A tale that must now conclude with an uncertain ending? People will never know why they died, yet some may speculate that it was due to love. A forbidden love that is yet ardently pursued. 

"You were not on my assignment, yet here you are. Suffering due to my actions. Why?" He begs, clutching your hand with all his might.

For a few seconds, silence filled the air. "It is easy, my darling. It's only because I adore you. I'd risk everything for you. I may appear insane, but I discovered so much for loving you. You are everything to me. You are my universe, and I can't just let go and ruin it. I love you." 

They say this while tears stream down their face. Even though they are in pain, they smile at him. Their vision is gradually becoming fuzzy. Time has finally arrived, and he was the last thing you saw. Good.

You are so beautiful. Very beautiful. The final thought they had as their eyelids slowly closed but the smile never fading away. 

“Y/N? Y/N, my snowflake.” He says, they hear. He moves closer despite feeling the burn of the pain, cradling them in his arms. 

"Even in death, you are as ethereal as ever... I apologize. I didn't keep my end of the bargain with you. I couldn't remain forever. I failed because I never got to ask you to marry me. I let you down... and I let down my brother again. I'm sorry, Diluc," he says quietly as he feels himself fading away, yet he smiles. One more time.

His eyes are enticing due to the reflection of the orange sky. As brilliant as the stars above. But we all know that stars perish long before they reach our eyes.

“Take care of Mondstadt for me, dear brother… and take care of yourself. For me. My last request to you.” He makes one last wish. The sky eventually darkened, a large star flashing brightly as though his desire had been granted. “Thank you.” 

BONUS: 

"And that was the story of two of the heroes who saved Mondstadt. It was all for love, as heartbreaking as it was. We all experience typical emotions. Both are devoted to one another. They may be forbidden, yet they are fated to be together. They pursue despite the fact that it may have been the incorrect moment. However, who could blame them?”

"Love is a lot of things." 

Their tale lingers on even after hundreds or millennia have gone. Many people claim that when they visit the couple's graves, they can sense their love. Buried next to each other. The pair was last seen happy and clutching each other, according to rumors. It was a tragic love story, but that's what love is.

“Sir Dawn, may we know what happened to his brother?” A teen asks. 

He chuckles softly. 

"No one knows. Many others found it difficult to read him. But, from what I've heard, his heart shattered once more into millions of pieces, just as when he lost his father," the guy continues, sadly smiling.

The man eventually departs the pub as the night passes.

"Oh, I see you've come to visit," a familiar voice says.

"Of course I did. They were both a huge part of my life.” he starts, "And he was still my brother no matter what."

 “Well, how about I sing to you once more like the wind that we glided through back then… Master Diluc.”

“That would be lovely. Thank you, Venti.” 

Both look out towards the sky, which is what the couple witnessed the last time they were together in this world.

"I hope you're happy, brother. Thank you and til we meet once more."

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin headcanons #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya imagines #kaeya alberich #kaeya x you #kaeya x male reader #kaeluc but ONLY PLATONIC #genshin fanfic #kaeya angst #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #diluc angst #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr

[jaybleu25]

Part 4 of: Experiments

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After Mario asked the question, Professor E. Gadd said he was more then happy to let the brothers leave. However, there was an important question he had to ask before they even attempted it. "Can you stand, Luigi?" Surprisingly to both the professor and Mario, he could indeed stand. However, it took a few moments for him to do so. Almost a minute to be exact. The process of getting up was challenging; it felt as if there was a heavy weight placed on him keeping him down. However, the moment his feet properly touched the floor, he felt slightly better. It wasn't as painful. The only downside to it was that he felt slightly lightheaded. He still felt exhausted from the machine. Once the brothers got the okay from E. Gadd, Mario helped his brother walk their way through the lab to the exit. Unfortunately, for the green plumber, his sense of balance was way off. It was hard for him to walk in a straight line, but Mario helped him through it. A few times during their walk, Luigi had to take a break since he started to feel dizzy, but Mario stayed by his side no matter what. He was patient. "The exit's not that far," reassured Mario. "We're almost there." Soon enough, after a little while (it took them almost 30 minutes to get to the exit, as opposed to it normally taking 5-10 minutes), the brothers both managed to make it to the exit. However, after opening the door and looking at the outside world, they soon realized another problem: they still needed to walk home. Luigi gave a slight groan upon realizing this fact, but Mario started to try and think of an idea. Eventually, he would get one. Mario kneeled down. "Come on bro," said the older brother. "You sure..?" timidly asked Luigi. "Yeah, it's no biggie, we've done it before," responded Mario with a smile. Luigi would then climb onto Mario's back and would get on his shoulders, and Mario would stand back up. Despite the obvious height difference between the two of them, Mario had no issue with carrying Luigi. It got a little harder to do as they got older, but with the many adventures Mario has gone on, he got stronger, which made something like this a piece of cake. By the time they got outside, the sun was just rising. A few citizens of the kingdom were awake already, but not many. During their walk back home, Mario made sure not to go too fast to make Luigi dizzy again. He went at a comfortable pace. While enjoying the scenery the kingdom had to offer, Luigi had a question pop in his mind. "How's the princess doing?" asked Luigi. His voice has been slowly getting better. "The princess?" said Mario. "I don't know...I haven't seen her in a little while." "Really?" responded the curious brother innocently. "You visit her a lot, I'm surprised." "I haven't really left the lab until now," answered Mario. "Maybe we can go visit." Luigi would be taking that information in. "Wait...what do you mean you didn't leave?" asked Luigi as concern started to slowly rise. "You said I was out for three days right..?" By this point, Mario stopped walking. The brothers were now next to a small pond. "I didn't want to leave you there on your own," confirmed Mario. "I couldn't just leave you there. What if you woke up, and nobody was there?" Luigi looked down at his brother with a sad look on his face. He didn't want to be the reason for Mario stopping his normal activities. Even worse, he hadn't gone out and talked to anyone. Mario could sense something was wrong. "Don't worry about me, alright?" reassured Mario as he looked up at his brother. "Let's just focus on getting you home safe." "Okay..." said Luigi sadly. "But we can go visit her right?" "Yeah, we can do that," Mario responded as he smiled at Luigi. "One thing at a time though, bro. You still need rest." After discussing their future plans and catching up with each other a little, Mario then continued to walk while carrying his little brother.

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720501148836134912/experiments-wip-ive-never-really-posted Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720574933093236736/part-2-of-experiments Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720650757219696640/part-3-of-experiments

#mario #luigi #tw injury #angst #e gadd #super mario

[chevvy-yates]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo again. Always thank you for it <3

So, sadly work is currently making me exhausted at the end of the day so I did not come to anything new in VP or expanding my ideas further since my shippy pics. But I definitely want to give Vijay some love next. He had to wait for so long now …

I think I'm going for a snippet of a rp with Ryder and Arki finally talking together. Ry avoided him so long and only slowly got used him. Just posting my part here:

Ry notices immediately that he must have surprised Arki with his presence because he caught him staring at him rather unusually. It’s rare to see Arki’s expression freeze or slip for a moment, but he managed to just do that. Your eyes — where do I know them from? Ryder wonders. He already asked himself this question a lot every time their gazes met. It’s like a déja vu. But he can’t seem to remember. He’s hundred percent sure he’s seen them somewhere before. Scharfenberg listens to Arki's commentary about the situation earlier in the day. His gaze wanders to the bottle in his hand, which already starts sweating, coating it with a layer of condense water droplets after he brought it up here from the icy cold fridge temperature into the city's still heated up evening air. Ry’s eyes catch a drop running down his thumb but he barely feels it like he used to do with his organic hands. He smirks as he pushes a loose corner of the label back onto the glass. “Ja, saw it. Good to have not been out of my mind this time.” Deserved to die. Yes. Yes. But — you weren’t brutal enough. You didn’t let me out. Why? — WHY didn’t you LET ME OUT? Rip it to shreds. Feast on splatter. For a moment the pondering in his head got louder. Of course beast listened. Always reminding him he could have done it in a worse way was tiring him by now. Ryder repositions again, head only slightly shaking, so he hopes it looks more like he would have a chill moment from the wind up here high above the city and not be seen like he would deny that Arki and him worked well together today. Not yet bitch, he tells the unwanted voice and continues to ignore it.  “A dojo? Like the one in Matrix?” he asks with a laugh, as he brings his bottle to his mouth ready to drink but stops in the process. As much as he liked that Arki held their for Ryder still familiar but unknown eye contact with him as they clinked their bottles together, as much as he sorta disliked Arki drank his beer way too fast. “But before we train in a dojo I need to teach you a lesson to enjoy German imported craft beer, seeing you drinking it like it’s some low quality NiCola.” Ryder says, voice giving an unwanted undertone as Arki looks back at him again. Ry eventually takes a first sip of his beer, not too much, as his eyes fall shut for a moment so he could relish the good taste of the hop and malt explosion in his mouth, sense the taste on his tongue for a long moment before he swallows it, feeling the sweet bitterness in the long finish going down his throat. A content sigh leaves his lips. “Ah. Nichts geht über deutsches Bier!” he tells with joy again, admiring the bottle he is holding up. Need to import more. Then his gaze wanders back to the redhead right next to him, as Ryder newly repositions.

I tag (the usual): @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @gloryride, @morganlefaye79, @dreamskug, @elvenbeard, @elmknight, @humberg and @kittenchrissy

#wip wednesday #but make it wip thursday #about: ryder von scharfenbert #brotp: sCorp #Beast is so annoying #Ryder has to teach Arki how to enjoy a good german beer yup #Arki this was very very very schlecht!

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Announcement: The Four Seasons Figthusiast Blog Branches Out!

Since I'm apparently incapable of not wanting to post about cute fandom merch, I've decided that my fig blog needs...a side hustle. So while this will absolutely remain a steady daily fig blog, I've decided to periodically add a few posts about other Word of Honor / Junzhe merch (primarily dolls) that are just too cute not to share. I'll try to post an extra one every weekend, but we'll see how time and my work schedule allows!

For the inaugural post in this new series, we're going back to where it all began - the First Encounter from Episode 1 of Word of Honor.

I find these series of fan produced dolls incredibly funny and absolutely delightful! I was first introduced to this sweetly smiling Hobo-Xu by a fan that posted a video holding him out a car window and his loose hair flying madly in the wind! I burst out loud laughing and have had an irrepressibly soft spot in my heart for him ever since.

Turns out (naturally), he has a husband, but the Lao Wen that he was originally paired with ... was crying! You know I can't stand to see figs cry! Well, that goes for dolls too. So when the doll maker produced this smiling version, I obviously snapped him up right away. I love him.

I will note that these dolls came exactly this way. Lao Wen's blushies in certain strategic areas, and both of their hairstyles. I was so absolutely delighted by the idea of the doll maker lovingly putting pony tails in each doll's hair (can you imagine how long that took?!?) that I kept it exactly so.

Ahahaha! Too funny! Have I mentioned how much I love this fandom?

These are 15cm dolls, which are my favorite. I love the 20cm dolls a lot, especially because the larger size gives them more real estate for their outfits, but they become a display space issue REAL fast. And you know I need that display space for figs.

The 15cm are much more compact and all the cuter for it, I think, while still having ample space for clothing detail. The 10cm dolls are in many ways even cuter because they are tinier, but then they start running into the problem of not having enough real estate for details on their outfits. So in my mind, 15cm is totally the sweet spot for dolls.

Here's the matching outfits I bought. Oh, you can see right here what the original Lao Wen doll looked like. He's cute, just not my style, and lacks the sheer hilarity of one scrunchied ponytail off to the side!

Here's a closeup of his fashion shoot card! The outfit did not come with his hat, sadly.

All the pieces of his outfit. YES that is an adorable wooden drinking gourd!

The clothing got a little wrinkled on the transpacific journey. To be expected, and originally I thought a few wrinkles would be just fine on a hobo, but it ended up affecting the look and drape of the clothes, especially the sleeves. So out came the steamer.

I was not at all sure what the white little thing was - I mean, obviously it's a dickey, but I didn't recall that Hobo-Xu was wearing a white underrobe. I mean, it makes sense, everyone in the jianghu must have at least 3-4 layers on at all time for propriety's sake, but I could not recall it on Zhou Xu at all. BUT I would never put money on my memory vs. a doll mama's exhaustive research. That's a sucker bet for sure - I am guaranteed to lose! So of course, I had to re-watch episode 1.

Yep, he sure does have a white underrobe. Good thing I didn't take that bet against myself (did I also have to watch episode 2 while I was at it? I'll never tell!)

Next layer is his blue wrap robe.

It's a bit more oversized than I expected, but that's pretty true to the styling of this outfit on the show. Very figure covering. Amazing that Lao Wen could even see his butterfly bones, really.

Note I really, really need all of these costume pictures released in a book that I can buy, I love them so much!

Now the darker blue outer robe. Again, pretty drapey. It's quite large - you can see how it covers his little feet there.

His belt barely fits. You can see it hanging on to the very end of the velcro there - I had to really cinch it tight. This laobinggui hasn't missed that many meals!

Look at this cute little wooden gourd. I love it so much. All the little details on these sets are so wonderful!

Ahh he's perfect. I felt totally fine putting his scarf to the side since it was too hot to wear in the show anyway!

This doll outfit card makes me laugh! Also, I'm admiring how perfectly styled the doll outfit is here. Those are some crisp lines! Beautiful.

I've mentioned before on this blog and on my Twitter how much I love Lao Wen's gorgeous episode 1 outfit. I love it so much that I bought the costume for myself. I was not disappointed by this rendition - it's wonderful! It too came a little wrinkly, but nothing too bad. The flying-shoulder outer robe here is actually silk, which is all kinds of amazing.

This underrobe is really pretty. I really wouldn't mind dressing like this, except for how hot it all actually is.

And the back.

Lao Wen, you exhibitionist, do up your robes!

There we go! This underrobe is actually fairly short, as in, we can see his little feet.

So pretty. Look at the shoulders! The bamboo print. So beautiful!

Here's the back. I see I'm going to run up against the 30-pic limit REAL fast for these posts.

Looking good, Lao Wen!

Can you believe his fan is metal!?! So nice. The official Rua figs only had a fabric and/or plastic fan. This is so much better.

I tried putting his fan around his little sunshiney paw there, but it ended up being hidden by his sleeve.

Unlike A-Xu, poor Lao Wen has been skipping some meals there in Ghost Valley...his belt snugs up just fine. A-Xu, your wallet please, let's feed this man up!

Ta da! One perfect little philanthropist, coming right up!

Here they are, looking ridiculously cute! I wish Lao Wen's outfit was a bit longer so it covered up his feet, but that just means I need to put 15cm "ancient shoes" on my purchase to-do list.

And here they are on doll stands (and yep, that's 30 images right there). I do actually have my Word of Honor dolls fully/permanently dressed and on stands (unlike my Junzhe dolls with their different outfits), so this is how they are on my display shelves. Until I need to relocate them for fig expansion space, that is!

Well, what do you think? Like the doll posts? I had a blast, that was so much fun. A nice complement to my daily figs, I have to say. I'm already excited to post on the next set of dolls, so I guess this special series is going to stick around a while!

If you're here for the figs and want to see some more of that content, here it is:

[link to the Master Fig Index]

#the amount of times I typed “fig” and changed it to “doll” should not be mentioned #but it was literally every time #I'm sure even now there are fig / doll typos #four seasons figs posts about dolls #word of honor #word of honor merch #zhou zishu #lao wen #wen kexing #wenzhou #woh

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GEHAT'IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 21

{cross-posted on ao3} {masterlist}

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Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

Warnings: violence, blood & gore, suggestive remarks

Words: 4454

Summary: The offensive to save Ristea and Din's covert begins…

a/n: HAPPY MANDO SEASON 3 RELEASE DAY!

Is there a better way to celebrate than reading a brand new chapter of a fic you like?

I put a lot of effort into this chapter. Writing two different scenes taking place at the same time at different places is new to me, but I will get used to it. I'm working hard on improving my writing. Also kudos to my beta readers @unmotivated-exhausted-author and @acatalystrising for having my back!

According to the plan, Grogu and Arfour were to join Atina and Fox aboard the Endeavor - a goodbye that Elora hoped wouldn't be forever, and hoped that they would all make it out of this mess alive. She knelt down in front of Grogu's pram and stroked his soft ear.

"Don't cause too much trouble, okay?" Arfour wheeled up next to the pram and bleeped sadly. "You take care of him. Keep him safe in case things go awry."

He let out an affirmative beeping and followed Fox on board Atina's ship, just like Grogu's pram.

Tears welled in Elora's eyes at the possibility that this could be the last time she would see them. She remained calm, face flat as she swallowed back her tears, turning swiftly on her heel and marching towards the Razor Crest where three Mandalorians in blue armor were waiting, Bo-Katan gazing impatiently toward the horizon.

“Elora!” she heard Ruusaan’s voice call. She approached her with a jetpack in her hands. “Give this to your partner, looks like he could need it.”

Elora took the jetpack and was surprised it was lighter than it looked. It was just as shiny as Din’s armor, clearly made from beskar or at least beskar alloy. It would suit Din nicely, she thought, thanking Ruusaan with a nod  Din was going through his checklist once more, examining every weapon he owned with a meticulous eye.

"Looks like we're ready to go. Why didn't you say goodbye to the kid?"

Din looked up all of a sudden. "They already left?!"

"Uh yeah, I told you earlier that I was taking him to Atina."

He sighed and his fist hit the crate next to him. Elora had never seen him so tense, probably because there had never been so much at stake. A system of planets and the Mandalorian covert that had taken him in as a foundling. She could sense the conflict in him, and guilt, probably because he wouldn't be the one to save his covert.

“Is that… what I think it is?” he pointed at the jetpack she was holding.

Elora nodded. “A gift from Ruusaan. She said you might need it.”

He took it and appraised it, humming in approval. “This is of excellent craftsmanship. I’m impressed!” He put it next to his other weapons he had yet to examine.

She put a hand on his pauldron and brushed her thumb over the cool beskar.

"Atina is the best pilot I know. We are doing the right thing by not bringing Grogu and you're not letting anyone down. You sent your covert the best help you could get."

His hand covered hers on his pauldron and his other hand pulled her close only for their foreheads to meet.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." he muttered under his breath, but Elora heard it nonetheless.

"If you're looking for a life day gift for me, a Mando'a dictionary would be great."

"Life day huh? I don't remember ever celebrating-"

"The other ships are already departing, we should get going - now!" Bo-Katan had come on board, followed by the other two Mandos who would later introduce themselves as Koska Reeves and Axe Woves. They were their only backup on Ristea and according to what Ruusaan had told Elora, their Clan was very old and well respected within the Mandalore system. That didn't keep Elora from being slightly annoyed at Bo-Katan's behavior, but she didn't let it show.

Elora had retreated to the cargo hold where she gathered her strength, meditating, strengthening her connection to the force in doing so. It felt strange not having Grogu nearby. They usually meditated together, and him not being around left an emptiness in the force surrounding her. She was so into her meditation that she didn't realize when the door to the cargo hold hissed open and Koska Reeves came in, watching Elora meditate for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Is that your way to prepare for battle?" she asked and took a seat on a large crate.

Elora opened her eyes and turned to face her. "In a way, yes. Helps me keep a clear head."

"You know I was wondering… How did a Jedi like you end up traveling with a Mandalorian?"

Elora shrugged. "When we met, we hated each other's guts, but eventually realized that we both benefit from working together and have been a team ever since… We've become close friends in the past few months."

Koska raised her brow. "Close huh? You know he will never remove his helmet in front of you, you will never know what he looks like under there and still you two are close?"

"Don't care what he looks like, he's a good man, that's all that matters to me. I was raised by Jawas, I'm used to having my face hidden too. After all these months of travels… it still makes me uncomfortable when someone stares at my face for longer than a few seconds."

"Why did you leave the Jawas?"

"I wanted to find blood relatives, instead I learnt that my mother wasn't killed but imprisoned on Nar Shaddaa. You don't happen to know a squad of Mandos crazy enough to help me get her out of there?"

Koska shook her head. "That prison on Nar Shaddaa is the size of a city. Not a chance. Mandalorians are vulnerable since we are low in numbers nowadays. You would need contacts in the underworld, an ally with a lot of influence. A Hutt or any powerful crime lord perhaps."

In that moment the familiar jolt of entering hyperspace went through the ship. A minute later Din, followed by Bo-Katan and Axe Woves, came into the cargo hold to go through their plan once more, using a holo of the Ristean palace's floor plan Ruusaan had just sent them.

“Risakka is the largest city of the planet, and to our advantage it’s built into the mountain range, with the royal palace built right on top. With so many starships we should not stick out. After watching the princess's holomessage, I’m pretty sure they won’t expect you to bring backup. I know Moff Gideon better than all of you, he’s an arrogant Imperial who overestimates himself, but be aware that he is smart, and unfortunately a good strategist. During the Great Purge he managed to destroy entire cities.” Bo-Katan said, not looking anyone in the eye, instead focusing on the holo. Elora cocked her head as she sensed regret and a lot of rage in her.

“Do you and Moffy have some kind of backstory? I mean, you fought this guy. This… is personal to you.” Elora assumed, and earned a firm look from Bo-Katan who stared her down. “I fought him face to face and lost something that belongs to me. I need it back, no matter the cost.” Her voice had taken on a calm, dangerous tone.

“Revenge can blind you. Please focus on the millions of lives at stake and not just your personal agenda. Whatever it was that you lost, the lives of Risteans and Mandalorians are at stake and worth more than anything in this conflict.”

“If I needed the advice of the human embodiment of a moral compass I would have asked for it.” she spoke in a tone that couldn’t have sounded more aloof.

“May I inquire as to what it was he has taken from you?” Din asked.

“An ancient weapon, one that’s a symbol of Mandalorian leadership.”

“Risk people’s lives for some symbol? Really?” Elora huffed.

“I don’t expect a Jawa to understand Mandalorian culture.” Bo-Katan rolled her eyes.

“Let’s focus on the plan at hand. I must admit I don’t like that we use you as bait.” Din said, putting an arm around Elora, earning a surprised look from Axe doing so.

“Using Elora as bait is the best option we've got.” Bo-Katan continued. “This man takes every occasion to stroke his ego. She’s the only thing he’s after. When he thinks he got what asked for and deems himself safe, it’s our turn to ambush him. We go in through the ventilation system. They are located right outside these walls, that’s why Skirata provided you with a jetpack. There’s no way to get in without causing a scene, except for this.”

“And I’ll just walk to the front gates and state my business?”

Din nods. “Unfortunately we don’t have much of a choice, if we want to save the royal family and their star system. The royal family will likely be held in the dungeons.”

“Gideon is not a man of his word.” Bo-Katan said. “He craves power way too much to let the royals live. We go through the ventilation shaft, free the royals and fight our way through to get to you, while you use the force to evade captivity. Then I will engage Gideon in battle and get back what belongs to me. Meanwhile the rest of you take care of the stormtroopers and return to the ship. We have enough explosives to blow up his light cruiser on our way off world.”

Elora nodded with a confident look in her eyes. “I bet none of them have fought a Jedi before. They won't know what hit them. I can do this!”

Elora had dealt with Imperials back on Nevarro. Her initial fear had turned into eagerness. This was her chance to prove that she was capable of doing good things with her abilities. Most of all she wanted to prove to herself that she was a good person, to finally make peace with the mistakes she had made.

The travel through hyperspace took longer than expected. While the Mandalorians, Din included, were all cleaning their weapons and talking about the plan, or in Bo-Katan's case about avenging Mandalore, Elora had retreated into Din's sleeping nook where she had reverted to drawing to process the entire situation.

As Din opened the door he cocked his head in surprise to find his girlfriend like this. Wrapped in a brown bantha fur blanket with his datapad in one hand and an object he thought he had lost in her other. She looked up from her work with a little smile on her face and Din could swear she could hear his heartbeat accelerating.

"What are you up to?" he asked and looked over her shoulder at her sketch of his old mythosaur necklace.

"I uh… found this and thought it looked somewhat mysterious. An eye catcher. Beskar, isn't it?"

Din nodded and took the shiny beskar mythosaur skull, rubbing his thumb over it. Memories bubbled to the surface of his mind as he looked at it. He remembered Lazlo Akiba, the Mandalorian who had saved his life in the war zone that his homeworld, Aq Vetina, had become. He felt guilty that he hadn't been able to return the favor in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Din felt like he had let down the man this necklace had once belonged to. Just like his parents' death, he would always remember the moment when the Armorer had told him that his buir had become one with the Manda and had given him his father's necklace. 

"If you fight as good as you draw, I don't need to worry about you."

"Thank you for trusting my abilities."

Din smiled under his helmet and regarded the mythosaur pendant once more before putting it around her neck - the shiny object visible for everyone to see.

"In case another young clone thinks he has a shot." The smirk was audible in his voice and Elora chuckled.

"Just wait til we're back from this mission and have some alone time. I intend to show you how thankful I am." she spoke in a slightly seductive tone. Din's mind wandered straight into the gutter and he had to blink away the filthy mental images in front of his inner eye.

I should really think about getting myself a codpiece…

"Actually I'm here to tell you that we'll be dropping out of hyperspace in thirty minutes. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"The royal family being in danger is partially my fault. I have to correct my past mistake."

Elora stood up to put on her signature gray Jawa cloak. Din watched her intently and sighed. "I wouldn't blame you if you would change your mind."

"I know, Din. But this is something I gotta do."

She put a reassuring hand on his pauldron before she went to join the others, leaving Din speechless.

I would lay down my life for her.

~*~

Arfour's dome had become Grogu's new favorite spot instead of his pram which hovered in the corner, waiting to be used again. He had a better view from there over the spacious cockpit and watched curiously how Atina talked to Ruusaan on the comms while she watched the streaks of hyperspace which resembled a tunnel of light.

He missed Din and Elora a great deal, and to distract himself from the grief of missing them, he slid down Arfour's body and waddled through the cockpit without the Pantoran noticing since she was listening intently to another briefing about several battle strategies. An asteroid near Nevarro would be the perfect spot to gather behind, to wait for the moment to strike. She went over several of those strategies with Ruusaan and the fleet she was leading. Many good suggestions started coming in. They would need one that wouldn't cause any or as few civilian deaths as possible. Since Atina had never been to Nevarro, she had no idea what exactly to expect. All she knew about it was that it was a bounty hunter infested skughole made from volcanic rock.

Grogu descended the ladder, and Arfour, taking his new responsibility as a temporary babysitter seriously, followed him, bleeping in slight annoyance at Grogu's antics. He had been told to stay put more than once now, but sitting in one spot quickly became boring and the need to discover stronger.

"Now now what are you doing down here?" Fox sighed as he discovered the infant looking at him with a curious spark in his eyes. He interrupted his work on the wiring and picked Grogu up.

"Patoo." the child babbled, pointing at the wiring that needed fixing.

"You're too young to help me with that, little one. Don't want you to get electrocuted." He carried him to one of the broad viewports on the backside of the ship. The blue and white streaks of hyperspace lit up the room. Grogu's eyes widened as he saw the entire squadron of eight Mandalorian Kom'rk starfighters following Atina.

"See, they are all following us to help your parents." Fox said and Grogu raised his ears that symbolized happiness. The first thing he thought when he saw the squadron following them was that Elora probably would have lots of fun tinkering on one of those. He had watched her fix the Crest more often than not and knew how much she enjoyed the handiwork.

They remained in front of the viewport for several minutes until Arfour nudged Fox's leg to notify him that they would soon drop out of hyperspace and that he should strap Grogu in, in case leaving hyperspace got a little bumpy.

Holding a baby like that made Fox miss the days he spent with his wife and baby in her apartment on Coruscant. It caused memories to resurface that he believed he had forgotten, so many memories, yet not enough. Not being able to watch his daughter grow up to the woman he had met half a year ago still weighed heavy on his mind and soul.

Atina descended from the cockpit and put her hands on her hips. "You sneaky little bugger, that's the third time you disappear without me noticing. Wow, I really suck as a babysitter, aren't I?"

Fox chuckled. "That's quite alright, he didn't cause any trouble."

Atina rubbed the bridge of her nose. "That's not the point. Him not listening could get him into trouble, thinking about the people we, Elora, and Din have to deal with on our travels. I just want that little womp rat to be safe, is all."

"I know you care, ad'ika." Fox smiled and handed Grogu over to Atina.

"Anyway, in case that astromech hasn't notified you, we're dropping out of hyperspace in approximately ten minutes."

"I'm always ready to kick some Imps in the shebs."

Fox put Grogu in his safe pram, a few minutes later the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a jolt, so did the squadron and Atina steered the Endeavor straight behind the asteroid, landing on its surface, the squadron followed her example. Now all they had to do was wait for word from Din and Elora that the moment to strike had come. The comm channels were quiet and Grogu felt the building tension in the force that always lingered when a battle was about to begin.

~*~

Ristea was a large farming planet that was mostly covered by fields, including many acres of land where countless large greenhouses secured food supply during the colder season where all kinds of food were grown. Those rural parts of the planet were sparsely inhabited, contrary to the planet's capital Risakka, which was located at a majestic snow covered mountain range and was actually built into the mountain itself. This architecture was unique in every way with its houses built from the mountain and the colorful window shutters of which each house shared individual colors and patterns, and sometimes family crests. The palace was basically this planet's crown. That's what it looked like from afar, the way this blue crystalline palace was built on top of the highest mountain, with the lower levels built into the mountain as well. The world's population was mostly human, especially in Risakka, due to the many years of oppression through the Empire. After the Empire fell, Ristea had finally been free, but now a new threat was looming over the planet, one that had to be taken care of. 

Din was nervous. Like he mentioned, he didn't like the idea of Elora turning herself in. By the looks of it her anxiety from the day before had vanished. Her calm and confident demeanor impressed him. As the Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace a large green planet came into view with a few mountain ranges here and there.

Din had typed in the coordinates of a forest at the outskirts of the planet's capital.

With ease he landed at a forest clearing and descended from the cockpit. Bo-Katan and her people had already left the Razor Crest, waiting outside in the cool morning air. Elora was binding her hair back into a ponytail as Din came into the galley to check on her.

"Close your eyes." he said softly.

Elora gave him a puzzled look but complied, only to hear a mechanic hiss from his helmet and then feel his lips pressing on hers, a warm feeling washing over her. What started as a gentle kiss turned more intense once she opened her lips to let his tongue slip inside. Those soft and warm lips and the feeling of his mustache felt too good to be true. One hand carded through her hair, the other rested on her hip as Din poured his feelings for her into this kiss. The intimate moment was over way too soon for their liking, but they had to go and save more than one planet.

Elora's initial thought seeing Din with a jetpack was how perfectly it suited the rest of his armor and how handsome it made him look, and part of her wondered how she was supposed to keep up with him with that. She had no jetpack, but maybe, just maybe she could build something from scrap that would let her fly alongside him. Unfortunately this was not the right moment to ponder over it. The Mandalorians ignited their jetpacks and flew in the direction of the palace that was several miles away. Din stayed behind and opened his arms.

"Let me carry you to Risakka. It would take too long on foot."

"What if the Imps see you?" Elora asked.

"Not if I fly low enough."

She hesitated a moment before moving into his embrace. The next second her feet were no longer at the ground. By the time they were out of the winter forest, Din's flying had become a little safer. Flying was something he had to get used again since it had been a long time since he had last done it, mentioning that the last time he had used a jetpack was at the Rising Phoenix, a training program of the fighting corps he had been raised in. Elora was glad she had tied her hair back. The cool breeze would have messed it up otherwise.

As the mountain range came into sight, Din let her down behind a building with blue and green window shutters and colorful empty plant pots.

"Good luck, cyare. And don't you dare do something reckless that's not part of the plan."

Elora rolled her eyes at how worried he sounded.

"I'll be fine, Din. Don't let your worry for me cloud your judgment. Stick to the plan."

Din nodded and asked himself if he could ever stop worrying about her. She meant the world to him. He left as quickly as he had landed, because he knew if he had stayed any longer he would have kissed her again and this time he wouldn't have let her go to do her part.

Din flew low and carefully not to get discovered as he tracked Bo-Katan to a ventilation shaft at the blue crystalline outer wall of the palace that, for the most part, was overgrown by a leafy plant and was therefore easily overlooked.

"Took you a while, Djarin." the red haired Mandalorian said.

"I had to take Elora closer to the city."

"Jedi can run as fast as the wind, did you know that?"

"Sounds like you have met Jedi before."

Bo-Katan sighed in slight annoyance. "I did, and most of the time not on good terms. The way she looks at you didn't escape my notice. Let me give you a word of advice. Mandalorians and Jedi may make a good team, but a romantic relationship holds no future."

"Speaking from experience?"

"Jedi are allowed to love but not to form attachments. My…sister had to experience that the hard way."

"No, Elora is different. She's not living after some Jedi code, only the code of the Jawas that was instilled in her since she was a little kid. She values her family way too much. She tells me stories of her clan more often than not, she has a strong attachment to them."

"What can I say except that I hope you're right."

"Guys? Our comms are down. They're disrupting our signal." Axe noted.

"Great how are we gonna notify Chuchi now?" Koska asked.

"She's been in contact with us ten minutes ago. When she realizes our signal gets disrupted, she will prepare to attack." Bo-Katan assured them.

Din agreed. "She's smart, she'll figure it out."

"Comms being down means they know we're nearby or it's just a precaution. Let's get moving." Axe used his flamethrower to burn away the greenery and climbed in first, followed by Koska, Bo-Katan, and then Din.

Elora noticed the white duraplast stormtrooper armor from afar. She approached three troopers with raised hands as they pointed their blasters at her.

"I'm holding up my part of the deal." she spoke with an audible fearlessness in her voice. They searched her for weapons, took her lightsaber and put shackles on her that weren't even made of force repellent material. She knew it wouldn't do much once she unleashed her abilities.

"We captured the Jedi. Notify Moff Gideon immediately!" one trooper spoke to his com-link.

The palace looked so cold from the outside, yet it had a comfortable room temperature behind its huge shiny cerulean gates.

They led her through the entrance hall with crystalline stairs that had yellow carpet on them. The enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a pretty eye catcher. Elora quickly noticed that the usual palace personnel were nowhere to be seen. No servants, no maids, no Ristean security, only stormtroopers who infested the palace like parasites.

As soon as they entered a hallway with no other stormtroopers in sight, Elora felt this was the right time to wreak havoc. She came to a halt.

"Move or we blast your head off!" one trooper threatened.

"Is that the correct way to treat a lady?" Elora tutted and used a force wave to knock them off her feet and focused on letting the force unlock her shackles. This was way too easy. The troopers got back up, but before they could shoot, she force pushed them against the walls, setting free her raw force abilities. These people wanted to harm her, and wanted to harm Grogu. This thought alone caused blood to drop from between the duraplast armor plates which cracked along with the troopers' bones. They screamed in pain for a moment and a deathly silence fell over the hallway as their lifeless bodies landed in one large puddle of their blood.

Elora took a deep breath, took her lightsaber from the dead trooper's belt and sprinted down the corridor around the next corner where she sensed more of them were. She ignited her lightsaber and deflected each blaster bolt. Screaming and blood pooling on the crystalline floor followed, with the occasional torn off limb here and there, she left a path or gruesome carnage behind.

The next squadron of troopers shot stun days at her and Elora assumed that the orders had changed. She was wanted alive. The more trooper's died a painful death by her hand, the more nervous she could sense the remaining trooper's became until they were running for their lives. Elora wondered if Din and the other Mandalorians had infiltrated the prison yet. She tried to comm them but as it turned out their signal was getting disrupted. Just as she was thinking about how to fix that issue, ray shields activated at the doors.

"Nice try, Moffy. You need to do better than that." she muttered and slashed her lightsaber through the doorframe and the  mechanism holding up the ray shield, when all of a sudden stun rays shot from the wall on both sides. A security mechanism she wasn't familiar with that made her surroundings blurr for a moment before she fell and faded out of consciousness.

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a/n: THE CLIFFHANGER! I'm so sorry, I just had to! Of course Elora passing out is not part of their plan, but when did any of Dinlora's plans ever work without problems? Excited for more? I'm already working on the next chapter!

Thank you guys so much for reading this story!

#gehat'ik be aliit #din djarin x oc #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x oc #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin #star wars fanfiction

[the-meat-machine]

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(This is in response to the Director's Cut meme.)

For my choice of fic, I'll go with flash, as a prelude to the other fic I'll be talking about later. flash is part of the lil buddy series, which explores Bro's life prior to the events of canon. This fic in particular is a scene from Bro's childhood. It's supposed to be set when he's roughly seven years old.

So. Bro - and Dirk too, of course - are autistic, in my opinion. I really can't see them any other way. And this is something that I very much have in mind while writing the lil buddy series. It'll never be directly stated, though, since Bro himself isn't aware of it. The criteria for diagnosing autism were a lot less broad when he was a child than they are today, so I figured it would be realistic if he was never diagnosed. (On the other hand, he is a remarkably strange and problematic child, so there's a decent chance he's at least been evaluated for some psychiatric disorder - but if he has received any diagnosis, he probably doesn't put much stock in it.)

Anyway. I'm getting off track. Bro is autistic. We can see in this fic that he doesn't like to talk and prefers to speak "through" Lil Cal instead. He gets hyperfocused on his practicing and tunes out everything else. At the end of the fic, he gets so overwhelmed that he has a shutdown. (Doesn't help that beforehand he was training himself to exhaustion without really noticing.)

I also headcanon him as having pretty severe alexithymia, which is something I incorporate into every fic I write with Bro. He's more-or-less incapable of recognizing his own emotions. This is something that I imagine Dirk would struggle with as well, but it gets amped up to eleven in Bro due to a combination of his lack of introspection and the fact that Lil Cal's wildly over-the-top emotions overwhelm Bro's to such an extent that Bro thinks of himself as emotionless in comparison.

So my rule of thumb whenever I'm writing Bro is that if my draft ever has Bro directly name an emotion that he or someone else is feeling, I need to rewrite it to focus on physical sensations and visible or audible tells instead. The one exception is that, as mentioned above, he's ok at recognizing Lil Cal's emotions.

Anyway, back to flash specifically. I really, really like writing from Bro's point of view because it means that we get to see how, from his perspective, all of the bizarre things that he does make sense. In this fic, Bro cares about training for the future Lil Cal says he's going to have, and he cares about Lil Cal in general. He talks the way Lil Cal taught him to talk. None of this is coming out of nowhere.

And we also get to see that, despite all his strangeness, he's still just a kid. He's worried about losing his first tooth. He doesn't actually understand a lot of the words that Cal says. He's frustrated at being too small to fight off older children or adults.

But from an outside perspective, we can also see that this is a deeply unpleasant child to be around. He alternates between not talking at all and spilling out disturbingly adult insults. He's prone to sudden outbursts of violence. He refuses to be parted from a puppet that literally causes nightmares. Thanks to Lil Cal's influence, this is already not an easy child to raise. And sadly, there's no one who's willing to put in the effort. So he gets shuffled around from foster family to foster family with no constant in his life except Lil Cal… and Lil Cal's constant presence only makes Bro harder and harder to deal with. It's a self-reinforcing cycle.

So yeah. That's flash. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble!

#ask meme #i'll probably answer the second ask tomorrow. this one took me longer than i thought it would whoops

[ingravinoveritas]

!!! Amyyy, I was in the audience for the show with my sister, I'm still reeling thinking about it and so happy that it's out. Have you seen the episode? I've actually yet to watch the telly cut but the show was SO good & I hope that they didn't cut too much (I was in the live audience once before and we were there for about 90 minutes, yet the final cut wasn't even an hour long, sadly). Anyway, maybe that's just the rush of the live experience speaking but I thought that David was especially, especially lovely, he was SO. sweet. God. Plus, and that's one thing that stood out for us, Robbie was really touchy with him on the sofa. Quite fidgety, putting his hand on his back, shoulder, leg, knee, especially when the filming was done, hugging and talking, he seemed super enamoured haha. Which made me think of missing David & Michael doing promo together, I just want them enjoying being in each others space again and us being able to scream about it!! ❤️

(Grouping the Graham Norton anons together, since they’re related.) Anon #1, that is so cool that you were at the taping for the show! I sometimes don’t even realize that I have people following my blog from all over, so I absolutely love that you got to be in the audience and have shared all of this with me.

So yes, I did indeed see the full episode of David on Graham Norton this past week. For me, this episode was a double whammy because my love Eric Idle was also on the show, so I could hardly wrap my brain around both of them existing in the same space (as was the case when Michael Palin suddenly turned up in the first episode of season 2 of Staged). Absolutely delightful.

But focusing on David, I did feel this was such a toned down/more serious appearance as compared to the many others he’s made on GN in the past. I think this is due to the present state of the world more than anything else, rather than anything happening with David personally, and I was glad that GN gave him and Jamie Lee the space to talk about climate change and the things that matter (or should matter) to us all on a global scale.

It was touching to see David so vulnerable, though, especially when talking about his dad. I get the sense that--especially with his recent turn in Inside Man and now the play he’s about to star in--that David has been thinking about his father and “goodness” a lot, and feeling in some way like he will never be as good as his father was (which speaks to what you were saying, Anon #2). Part of that is just the result of that Scottish Presbyterian upbringing, but I think it’s a piece of David that will always be there, that still shows itself in his career and in his life and how he blossoms and preens whenever he receives the slightest bit of attention.

...Which then brings me to the other part of David’s appearance that caught my attention, which--as you mentioned, Anon #1--was all the touchy-feely action going on with Robbie Williams. A few gifs:

The first one got me because of course David doesn’t even flinch when getting groped by another man, and you love to see it. I do wonder how much of this had to do with Robbie being sleep-deprived and just grabbing on to David to keep from falling over with exhaustion, but it still was quite a sight to behold.

With the second one, I couldn’t help but think of Michael giving Chris Hemsworth a death glare when he tried to put his arm around David on GN three years ago. I do wonder what his reaction would have been like had he been there when this happened, or if David engineered a little bit of that jealous response (because he likes it) by texting Michael after the taping and telling him to watch the show on TV. 

And I’m with you, Anon #1...I, too, miss David and Michael being in each other’s spaces and touching the way they do. I always make a distinction, though, because while David clearly enjoys being groped and manhandled by lots of people, he does not react to any of them in quite the same way he reacts to Michael. I gave an example of it in this post from a while back, and I see the same thing here with Robbie: That David goes with it, but he doesn’t soften and melt into his touch the way he does with Michael’s.

Robbie is touching all over David and David is enjoying it, but there’s no “intimacy,” so to speak. It’s fun and friendly and a lovely moment to watch, but it’s something that exists mainly on the surface. But intimacy speaks to a close connection between two people, which is what is so evident and so powerful when we see Michael and David together.

It’s Michael who reminds David of how lovely he is. It’s Michael who brings something in David to life and lets him know he is safe, that he can enjoy the attention, and that he is and always will be good enough. Michael couldn’t stop gushing about David during the last GO press tour, and I truly can’t wait to see it all happen again when they start doing promo for the second season.

Thanks for writing in, Anons (and especially Anon #1, since you were at the taping!). I hope we’ll have more to scream about soon... xx

#anonymous #reply post #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #the graham norton show #robbie williams #there's also the fact that Michael doesn't even need to be touching David #to show exactly how he feels #i love how Michael manages to convey 'he's mine' without saying a word #David is also soft with Michael in a way he isn't with others #you love to see it #ineffable lovers #discourse #gifs by me

[danafeelingsick]

Hello! It's me again, the one who asked permission to write somwthing based off your art!

Lemme ask you something real quick!

Tristamp Vash's been around for about 150 years, do you think he ever got sick during this time?

If he has never been sick in his life, do you think his plant powers would make it even worse?

Can you imagine him feeling sick/nauseous for the first time and not understanding what is happening with his body?

I dont know why, I can see his powers making him suffer a little more with what to Meryl is something normal

hi there! thanks so much for your interest. i'm honored some of my art inspired you (˶◜ᵕ◝˶) hope this ramble down here made any sense though:

i think maybe yes. even though I love the trope of a non-human sickie experiencing nausea for the first time, i feel like tristamp vash needing to eat and sleep leaves him very vulnerable to picking up a stomach bug or eating something bad. we already know '98 and trimax both get sick, i think trimax vash even had a chapter where he was sick and feverish (but it didn't go into detail sadly). and when that happens he probably gets very sick for several days, and has to deal with that all by himself. or maybe he returns to Home for help.

but if you'd rather go the route of he never got sick before and the first time happens around Meryl, Wolfwood and Roberto, then you can also excuse it by him being around humans for long enough got him sick (he picked up something off them). i mean, do scenarios like that even need an explanation?

going into light spoilers for tri/gun stam/pede here!

ooh, and i totally can imagine him experiencing nausea for the first time. he doesn't notice the first symptoms since he has a good tolerance for pain, but internal pain he doesn't know the cause is a new one. so he ignores the shivers, the discomfort, but that stomach-sinking feeling every now and then he can't really place it. and when he starts to feel queasy it's such a foreign feeling he can't help but get anxious, not knowing what's wrong. it evolves to a point where he is dizzy, he so feels bad, he feels heavy, gross and slimy and he just needs to sit down and try to collect himself, and maybe keep himself from crying.

or he could just not get sick that often because his body probably knows how to deal with it, or he isn't as susceptible to illness. it has to be something very gnarly to get him actually sick, like exhaustion and lack of care, some made-up bug only plants get.

about his plant anatomy when sick: aside from the glowing patterns showing up if he's too weak to surpress them, maybe they show up exactly where it hurts (maybe they light a trail from his belly all the way up to his throat when he's about to puke 😳). vash being a plant (this is my own interpretation and do remember i am fairly dumb with those things) means he can transform his energy into other things, although it's something he can't quite control, so when he's sick these processes get all twisted. he probably produces a lot of heat and gets super high fevers, like could burn – not really burn but make it uncomfortable to the touch – someone if they try to hold him for too long. he can't handle food at all, so giving him soup is just so he'll have something to vomit because that won't stay down, and he won't really be able to digest it. maybe those black vines come out of his limbs too, but those either don't last long or he won't let anyone see them. and i feel like Vash could influence the smaller life-forms around him when he's sick, so they often quarantined him back in Home so it wouldn't damage the flora there, or maybe all of the worms would avoid him if he was in the desert, he probably avoided the citys too, just in case whatever he had was contagious.

it's all down hill from there. he doesn't really know how to hold in his vomit, or what nausea even feels like, so when he starts gagging and feeling like his belly is trying to turn itself out, the fear finally gets to him.

i feel like he would be very guilty and apologetic about vomiting once he knows what it is exactly. he doesn't need as much food as humans do, resources are scarce, but he does feel hunger and thirst, and it still feel wrong about wasting anything.

ooo rant over

#dana//rambles #dana rambles about tri/gun