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art-missy · 1 month

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Overwhelmed (Gekko x Reader)

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Sorry in advance for my terrible English. I'm actually more of an English reader and listener than an actual speaker or writer. I also apologize for the dull writing style that could seem quite childish. I just wanted to test something by posting this.

If a few months ago somebody had told you that you would be spotted by a secret organization whose job is to protect your world against the threat of agents from another dimension, you would have laughed so hard that your guts would have spitted out. If that ‘somebody’ had continued with the fact that this organization would contact you in some way to recruit you just because you maybe took down a K-SEC facility by yourself and also because your skills interested them, you would have told them to sell their idea to a filmmaker. If that ‘somebody’ had then insisted that you would spend one of your days off with a few other agents of that organization by watching Disney movies and hearing them sing their guts out, you would have told them to stop.

Well, look at you now, exchanging astounded glances with Iso as Neon reached a note so terrifying that you were pretty sure she could have won the Oscar of the best scream in a horror movie. You were slightly worried about the state of her vocal cords.

“And she’s not even drunk.” Muttered Yoru when he saw your dumbfounded expression as he finished his can of soda. Phoenix let out a booming laugh and nudged your and Iso’s arms playfully.

What the hell were you doing here ? You were so at peace in your hideout. How did Valorant find you ? Oh yeah. Cypher. No one can hide from the Moroccan sentinel and you understood it quite quickly when he appeared in each of your hideouts everytime you tried to run away. Hard to hide from someone whose eyes are literally everywhere. It has been quite hard for him too to convince you that the intentions of Valorant were noble when he appeared each time in the middle of the night like a sleep paralysis demon. The process of convincing you had been long and hard but Cypher was patient and quite stubborn. Especially when it came to visiting each of your hideouts (even the one under the Mediterranean Sea) and finishing all your different packs of tea. Well, at least you had now Big Brother as a mentor.

You jolted a little, startled when Raze and Killjoy suddenly stood up to start a duet while waltzing around the room. The level of love and affection in their eyes made you wonder if they weren't from a Disney movie themselves. You could literally see their eyes changing form to turn into hearts as their souls were screaming ‘I love you’ in their respective languages. And you found it adorable despite your exhaustion.

Jett playfully threw some popcorn at the couple, telling them to get a room. You’re pretty sure she didn't notice the few candy and crumbs of snacks in her ponytail.

Clove were jumping on the different bean bag chairs, singing as if their life depended on it while Wingman cheered at their antics.

And you, you let out a small sigh as you took a sip of your bubbletea. All this chaos because of Frozen.

You swore that if you heard the songs ‘Love is an open door’ or ‘Let it go’ again, you would go apeshit.

You maybe should have join Deadlock for a reading session in her quarters instead of accepting Gekko’s invitation. Or just listening to music in your room. Or maybe drawing. You were certain that it would have been more peaceful and less mentally draining than this Disney night. And when you shared another glance with Iso, you knew he thought the same thing. It was visibly way too much for your introverted asses.

“Hey,” Gekko put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay ?”

You shot him a tired look.

You sometimes miss your old life. You missed your different hideouts where you could see the sunset over the mountains, the sea creatures under the Mediterranean Sea, the snow in the Siberian desert or the rain falling on the trees of a random forest. Where you didn't have to interact with people every single day of the week.

You loved the Valorant protocol and you got along with the people you met there. But sometimes it was too much. You took down this K-SEC facility because you knew how shady the experimentations they were running were, not because you wanted to attract the attention of a secret organization. You sometimes resented Cypher for finding you, for stealing you from these calm moments, even though you knew that you accepted to be an agent of Valorant of your own free will and for a good cause.

“Hey,” Repeated Gekko. “Are you okay ?”

You gently pushed his hand off your shoulder and stood up from your bean bag chair.

“Sorry.” You muttered.

And you rushed out of the room as Gekko called for you, his tone full of worry. You speed-walked towards the garden of the base, putting your headphones on your ears and slightly relaxing when the music reached your brain. You took a deep breath and the wind caressed your skin as you finally walked into the gardens. You took off your shoes and let the grass tickle your bare feet. The night sky watched over you as you finally took a seat on a bench.

Better.

You felt better. You breathed better. You lived better. The music in your ears relaxed your muscles, and the wind murmured on your skin, bringing the fragrance of the different flowers of the garden. You definitely had to compliment Sky and Sage.

Your phone suddenly vibrated and you noticed that Iso sent you a link to a playlist.

⟨Here. To relax your nerves.⟩

You internally smiled and sent a text message to the Chinese duelist to thank him. You started the playlist and relaxed even more when the first note of the first song reached your ears. Iso really did have good taste in music.

You were about to close your eyes when you suddenly felt a finger patting your shoulder. You jolted a little and turned your head to the side to see Cypher’s blue lenses staring back at you. You pulled your headphones down and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Big Brother is watching me ?”

The sentinel let out a small chuckle and sat down beside you, a trap wire traveling on his knuckles.

“Overwhelmed ?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I thought I was Big Brother.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. You leaned on the backrest of the bench and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m not in the mood for a game of chess, Cypher.”

The masked man nodded and hummed softly.

“I suspected it.”

“Then why are you here, Optimus Prime ?” You groaned, stretching your arms over your head.

Cypher’s head tilted slightly and by his body language you suspected a smirk to be present under his mask.

“To check on you, dear.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow and your eyes squinted slightly.

“Right. And may I ask why, dear ?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes again. “Wait. Let me guess. You saw me walking away from the common room through these cute little cameras of yours, got curious when you couldn't see me then came here.” You interrupted yourself then shook your head. “Nope. There are also cameras in the garden. Then why did you come here ?”

Cypher let out another small chuckle and patted your head with an odd but paternal affection.

“Look who’s playing Sherlock, now.”

You let out an annoyed groan as you tried to push his hand away from your head but Cypher’s mood stayed playful.

“What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't worry about my protégé ?”

You snorted but nodded with a sarcastic smile.“More of a stalker than a mentor.”

“A stalker who is worried about you, then.”

You couldn't see it but you heard the soft smile in his voice. He leaned a bit more towards you, the brim of his long hat hid you from the night sky and the usual faint glow of his blue lenses looked like two little will-o’-the-wisps in the obscurity of the garden. It reminded you of the first time you met each other, a few days after you took down this K-SEC facility. It was in a dark alleyway and the first thing you saw was these blue lenses before you could make out his long and slender figure. But because of his long hat and the darkness of the alleyway, you had almost taken him for a mutated palm tree. Even today you facepalmed yourself when you remembered those thoughts as your eyes stared into his lenses.

“Who eats alone, chokes alone.” He finally whispered with a conspiratorial tone. Something was telling you that he winked under his mask.

“What ?” You facepalmed.

“It’s an Arabic proverb.” He leaned back and his head tilted again. “Loneliness is neither your ally, nor your enemy. It is impartial. In your case, you use it to recharge yourself, but it can also drain you without you noticing, making you depend on it. Use your loneliness but don’t be alone.” His voice dropped a few octaves lower and you felt his eyes sinking deeply into yours. “Use your balance.”

Something was telling you that he was speaking from experience. A slight twitch in his body language maybe. Or a tiny heaviness in his already thick accent, indication of the unusual emotions in his voice. And you realized just now how little you knew about your mentor.

Cypher nodded, as if satisfied by your visible confusion, stood up from the bench and started to walk away.

“Wait a minute, Darth Vader !” You exclaimed, pointing a frustrated finger at him. “I don't speak proverbial shit and neither does google translate. Come back here or I’ll tell Sky you put cameras in the garden !”

Cypher kept walking away, humming a soft tune.

“Speaking of balance…”

“I don’t understand the proverbial shit, you cheap Cyberpunk shit !”

“Have a good night, dear.” He turned towards you briefly. “Oh, and your strawberry teas are delicious.”

This fucker.

He kept walking away until going back inside and you suddenly heard hurried footsteps. You turned your head and saw Gekko and Wingman running in your direction before stopping in front of you.

How did you know it was Gekko with the lack of light ? First of all, Wingman. Second of all, his hair.

Gekko was catching his breath with his hands on his knees while Wingman jumped on your lap, making a few garbling sounds. You raised an eyebrow and looked at them, confused.

“Are you dying ?” You asked Gekko and your eyes widened slightly when he started to wheeze. “Gekko ?”

“Dios !” He exclaimed as he finally caught his breath. “I looked for you throughout the whole base !”

“Did you have to run a marathon for that ?”

Despite your dry tone, your eyes only showed concern for him. You patted the space beside you on the bench and he gladly sat down. He then looked at you and despite the obscurity, you were certain his brows furrowed in worry.

“Are you okay ?”

You shot him a deadpanned look.

“You put your legs through a nocturnal torture by running like a possessed fool throughout the whole base, found me here relaxing in the garden while the soft fragrance of flowers and the night sky kept me company, and ended up wheezing like a dying man about to spew his lungs out and you are asking me if I’m okay ?”

You looked at his figure from head to toe as he chuckled at your small outburst. He was still a bit out of breath from his little run but he seemed quite fine.

“Damn ! Your descriptions are always so…special. Clove would definitely love you to be the Dungeon Master of their next DnD game.” His laugh calmed down and he nervously cleared his throat. “Anyway. I wanted to check on you. You didn't seem fine in the common room. Are you feeling a bit better now ?”

You shot him a bored look and let a deep sigh out of your lungs. Wingman made a few high chirped noises indicating his worry.

“You really love wasting your time, don’t you ?” Your eyes wandered on the night sky. “Aren't you missing the end of the movie ? Shouldn't you be inside with your friends ?”

Gekko frowned and looked at you funny.

“You’re my friend too.”

You let out a small snort that only deepened his frown.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “We’re maybe not as close as you are with Cypher or Deadlock or… Iso, but I see you as my friend and I will always have your back.”

You looked back at him and even though you couldn't see him clearly because of the obscurity, you felt his eyes looking at you with a fierce determination.

“Plus,” he continued, “you always have my back on the field, fighting like a total badass against the enemies. Remember our last mission in Lotus ? I would have been dead meat if you weren't there.”

Wingman (who had gotten comfy on your lap) nodded with vehemence, agreeing with Gekko’s words.

“I’m not quite sure if you can be ‘dead meat’ when someone like Sage is around.” You said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Gekko made a noise between an amused chuckle and a sigh of frustration. You couldn't figure out what was on his mind, which is quite surprising since he was usually so expressive. He then suddenly got closer to you on the bench, grabbed your shoulders and leaned a bit more towards you.

“My point is : you got my back and I got yours. You're my friend and I won’t leave you alone.” His fingers gently squeezed your shoulders. “And I’m sorry.”

It was now your turn to frown as you did not understand why he was apologizing for.

“I invited you to this movie night so I could have an occasion to get to know you better, so we could get to know each other and bond on something that is not mission related.” He explained. “But you clearly weren't at ease. I thought you were about to have a panic attack, back there.”

You felt his thumbs caressing your shoulders as his hands squeezed you a bit more tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and let out another sigh. “Don’t apologize. Your intentions were innocent and sweet.”

You couldn't see the blush on his cheeks but you noticed the slight twitch in his body language.

“Everything's fine.” You insisted. “I’m perfectly fine. Plus, with the new playlist Iso sent me, I can just relax and enjoy the quietude of the garden.”

“Oh.” He said simply.

His voice showed disappointment, sadness even. You vaguely felt his grip on your shoulder faltering a little while Wingman made a few sad garbling sounds.

“Gekko ?”

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed a slight dispiritedness that didn't match his usual playful and confident personality.

“You and Iso are really close, huh.” He said with an uncharacteristically neutral tone.

His shoulders were now slightly slumped.

“Well, we had heard about each other before we joined Valorant. It was funny to finally meet the infamous ‘Dead Lilac’ in this secret organization.” You chuckled little, finding the circumstances of your first meeting with the Chinese duelist quite embarrassing. You remembered knocking your head so hard against his chest that it spinned a little.

“That’s…uhm…kinda cute, I guess.”

You wondered what was on the mind of the piece of sweet-woman-heartthrob-trope that Gekko was.

“Well I don't know if it’s cute, but we’ve been exchanging playlists and book recommendations since.” You shrugged and Gekko’s hands slided down your arms at your action. “He’s cool. He has a sweet ‘older sibling’ vibe that put me at ease.”

The young initiator seemed to perk at your words and so was his radivore critter.

“‘Older sibling’ vibe ?” He repeated. “What do you mean ?”

“Well, you see how siblings sometimes banter with each other but always have each other's back ?” You started to explain and you saw his figure tilting his head. “Well that's our relationship with Iso. You probably know what I’m talking about. I noticed that you had quite the same thing with Neon.” You shrugged again.

His whole demeanor seemed to relax when he let out a laugh filled with relief. You frowned a little, not understanding this sudden outburst of joy.

“You alright ?” You raised a worried eyebrow and squinted your eyes a little. “Maybe you should get some sleep.”

It was at this moment that the moon finally decided to come out of behind the clouds, illuminating both of your faces. You both looked at each other, admiring your features. Your eyes wandered on his freckles without noticing his lovestruck gaze on you.

“Maybe I'm a bit tired.” He whispered with a lost tone, as if he didn't understand what he just said.

“Hm.” You looked down on your lap to notice Wingman shrinking and hopping towards Gekko’s shoulder. “Wanna go back inside ?”

“You’re going back inside ?” Gekko asked.

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.” He got more comfortable on the bench and you felt him lean a bit more towards you. “Unless my presence is overwhelming.”

You shook your head and leaned against the backrest of the bench.

“No. You’re fine.”

“Cool.” He nodded and let out a small sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence settled between you, slightly disturbed by the faint music from your headphones. Your eyes wandered on the night sky, unaware of Gekko’s longing glances in your direction. You are completely oblivious to his poor heart beating so fast and so loud that he feared you could hear it. You did not notice. You never did. Ever since you set your foot into the base for the first time, his eyes were always on you. At first it was curiosity. Curious about the agent recommended by the mysterious man that was Cypher. Then it was admiration for the fierce fighter that you turned into once on the field. And finally, it bloomed to be a small crush that never ceased to grow. Your charisma hypnotized him. His feelings for you were so obvious that his friends never stopped to tease him. Even Reyna said that he looked like a lost puppy everytime you were around and Harbor often asked him to focus when you were in his field of view. And of course, he was jealous of how close Iso was with you. The duelist could talk to you without any problem, he could receive your smiles, your laughs, your friendly fist-bumps while the only times Gekko could have a proper interaction with you was during missions or briefings. Even during training you stayed in your corner, avoiding interactions.

But right now, he felt so happy. This was the longest interaction you’ve ever had with each other and he couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head in your direction and softly called you.

“Yeah ?”

“I heard that you love to draw.” He nervously rubbed his neck but kept his eyes on yours. “We could someday, you know, draw together while chilling in my room. If it’s okay with you of course.”

You shot him an indescribable glance and he suddenly felt so stupid for not using drawing as a way to bond with you sooner instead of the movie night. But he relaxed a little when you ended up shrugging.

“Why not.”

It was a start. He will not confess his feelings for now. It was way too soon. But he will certainly enjoy these moments with you. He will enjoy bonding with you and get to know you better.

Anecdote : the Arabic proverb mentioned by Cypher is something the father of a friend once told me when I was a kid. It's stuck in my mind, ever since.

I'm not proud of the ending ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But it's fine. It is just a test, after all.

I don't know if I'll post the part. 2. I'll most probably keep it in my drafts.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wish you a lovely day/night.

#gekko x reader #valorant x reader #gekko x you #valorant imagines

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scoutingout5 · 1 month

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I hate danganronpa i hate hazbin hotel i hate helluva boss i hate valorant i hate harry potter i hate sports i hate black metal fans i hate marvel i hate superhero movies i hate tcc YouTubers who get everything wrong and use words like unaliving and sewerslide i hate eating i hate not eating i hate my mom i hate people i hate baked beans i hate tom holland fuck you tom holland i really hate tom holland i hate billionaires i just hate rich people in general but i hate tom holland especially

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witch-undercover-agency · 8 months

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Origin: Greek Mythology

Symbol: The Ram

Quality: Cardinal

Element: Fire

Colour: Red, Blood Red, Midnight Black, Armor Silver

Metal: Iron, Steel, Bronze, Brass, Copper, Silver, Gold, Lead, Mercury

Crystal: Bloodstone, Red Jasper, Carnelian, Red Agate, Hematite, Black Obsidian, Pyrite, Garnet, Ruby, Red Tiger's Eye, Red Calcite, Mahogany Obsidian, Red Aventurine, Fire Agate

Fruits: Cherries, pomegranates, strawberries, raspberries, red apples, watermelon, passionfruit, dragonfruit, cranberries, guava, tomato, fig, plum, apricot, red currants, currants

Vegetables: Red bell peppers, chili peppers, beets, radishes, tomatoes, carrots, red cabbage, red onions, red potatoes, red kale, red Swiss chard, red lettuce, red spinach, red mustard greens, red beans

Flower: Tulip, poppy, red rose, hollyhock, anemone, amaryllis, geranium, carnation, sweet pea, marigold, hibiscus, dahlia, daisy, gladiolus, ranunculus, red camellia

Herb: Basil, cayenne pepper, ginger, garlic, nettle, thistle, coriander, lemongrass, mustard, pink peppercorn, wormwood, vervain, calendula, rue, dragon's blood resin

Animal: Ram, wolf, hawk, eagle, shark, badger, lynx, vulture, crocodile, warthog, scorpion, bull, cobra, panther, hyena

Number: 1

Day: Tuesday

Season: Spring

Time of day: Sunrise

Anatomy: Head, face, eyes, muscles

Key word: Courage

Key phrase: "I am a warrior of the spirit."

Moon phase: Full Moon

Musical note: D

Tarot: The Emperor

Tool: Spear

Spell type: Protection

Offerings:Red wine or blood-red wine to symbolize vitality and bravery.

Freshly sharpened weapons or replicas as a symbol of warfare.

Spicy foods, as Ares was associated with the heat of battle.

Olive oil, a symbol of peace and victory.

Red roses or other red flowers to represent passion and strength.

Frankincense incense to purify and honor the deity.

Ares figurines or statues for his representation.

Honey, as it was believed to be an offering to appease the gods.

Pomegranates, a symbol of fertility and life force.

Bay leaves, which were associated with victory in ancient Greece.

Offerings of meat, such as lamb or goat, to represent strength.

Myrrh resin, often used in ancient rituals and associated with deities.

Red candles to invoke the fiery aspect of Ares.

A spearhead or other warrior-related artifacts.

A prayer or poem expressing your admiration and respect for Ares.

Signs:A sudden surge of courage or confidence when facing challenges.

Dreams or visions of battle or warlike scenes.

Finding or receiving gifts related to warfare, such as a weapon or armor.

Seeing red objects or colors more frequently, as red is often associated with Ares.

Feeling a strong connection to historical or mythological warriors and heroes.

Increased interest in martial arts, combat sports, or military history.

Hearing or encountering stories, songs, or poems related to war and valor.

A feeling of inner strength and determination during tough times.

Noticing signs of conflict resolution or justice happening around you.

Repeated encounters with symbols of Ares, such as his name or imagery.

Birds of prey, like hawks or eagles, appearing more frequently in your vicinity.

Feeling a call to stand up for a just cause or protect those in need.

A strong desire to learn about ancient Greek culture and mythology.

A sense of honor and duty becoming more prominent in your life.

Meeting individuals who share a similar interest in Ares or warrior-like qualities.

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astrostrudels · 1 year

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Hi here are my insane valorant headcanons (some nsfw, nothing too detailed)

• Pheonix is really good at fighting games like smash bros, and is only ever beaten by Astra who, despite never really playing them, is unbeatable.

• In that vein, Phoenix and Jett host game nights on Brim’s old Wii he still has for some reason.

• Cypher has cameras set up all over base, and sometimes him and Killjoy will watch the feed like a soap opera.

• Skye usually braids Breach’s hair so he can get that tight braid. Robot arms are cool and all, but not exactly delicate.

• Pheonix is banned from the kitchen. Not for burning shit, but for serving Jett beans on toast with unmelted shredded cheese.

• Killjoy has tried to get other agents into LoL, they all refused.

• Killjoy is also trans idc

• Chamber doesn’t actually know how to play chess. He’s only ever played by himself, and Cypher finds this out when he challenged him to a game when he first joined.

• Neon likes to draw and she’s not too bad.

• Yoru is bisexual but vehemently denies it, even while actively doing gay shit. He could be getting his back blown out and deny it’s anything but straight. That pride flag in his room? He just likes the colors, idiot.

• Chamber is violently lactose intolerant, but he denies it even tho everyone can hear him fighting for his life in the bathroom at 3 am because he wanted to eat some brie earlier.

• Chamber and his double have fucked. That’s it. You saw the fuck me eyes they were giving each other in the cinematic. Foul.

• Sova is not a natural blonde. Skye also helps him bleach and shave his hair.

• Phoenix can play the trumpet.

• Brimstone can’t really cook, but he is a master griller.

• Breach also likes to ride motorcycles. He tried to bond with Yoru over this when he first joined, but he annoyed him so nothing really came from that.

• Brimstone and Harbor do, however, bond over their shared motorcycle shenanigans.

• Minecraft is Sage’s guilty pleasure. She likes to pick flowers and build little cottages. She often plays with Killjoy and Omen, and they have a realm together.

- Killjoy is crazy at redstone. On some Docm77 shit.

- Omen likes to mine.

• They have communal showers. Do with that what you will.

• Yoru and Chamber had a one night stand. Yoru deeply regrets it, Chamber does not.

• As per my (somehow) brimstone approved comic, neons a furry. She doesn’t fursuit, she just likes drawing funny animal guys.

• Killjoy is an mlp fan.

• Back when morbius was a thing, yoru would watch the FUCK out of that movie in the valorant living room or whatver. He was eventually banned from the tv for like a month.

• Viper once hit Chamber in the nuts bc of his cringe ass advances on her. He considers it sex.

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dennydraws · 1 month

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I finished Unicorn Overlord! \o/

Kinda did it last weekend but I needed a moment to digest how amazing that game was! I ate well and I talked my friends' ears off about it xD; and I still need to talk about it! What an unexpected gem! Maybe because I went into it without any expectations and stayed away from any fandom interactions, or because the gameplay hit some sweet spot of being free roam type to not feel overbearing but the war battles being tactical enough to give me a challenge which I could adjust accordingly.

I did all the content post final fight and I have mad respect for games who do this kind of thing - you finished the game? Here are some goodies, have fun! Does it make sense? Nah but who cares! I only wish we had some kinda DLC post game cause I want to juggle the new beans and have fun with them too!!

I don't want to write a whole review here so I'll keep it super brief and spoiler free (as far as I know everyone knows the recruitables' names?)

Favorite Region: Drakenhold Favorite Male Character: Auch Favorite Female Character: Melisandre Favorite Class: Aramis Swordfighter (A lack of skill.) Favorite Story Spot: Bastoria Favorite Boss: Elgor Favorite Ship: The one who led me to the secluded shore Favorite Valor Skill: WILD RUSH II! Favorite Rapport: Gammel and Mandarin's 3rd rapport

It's hard to pick favorites, cause there were so many and I don't think there was a single character I didn't like.

While the story was simple, I really enjoyed how they handled the mind control magic. I loved the Zenoira backstory and all around, I think I really vibed with the simplicity of the plot. It was very very charming. My weakness being sibling dynamics I nearly bit my switch because of Travis and Berengaria's rapports and their story moments. And no surprise to any, I'm big softy who loves redeemable villains but I didn't expect to like Gammel and Mandarin as much as I did.

Did I mention how much I loved the digging mini game? This thing was way too addicting.

Did I mention I've been blasting the OST all week?

Did I mention I shake fist a the sky that I couldn't obtain the artbook? Anyone out there willing to sell theirs? qq asking for a friend. I'm the friend.

This game fed me well... so well...

#Good morning!#unicorn overlord #if anyone wants to talk to me about UO please my askbox is open!#so many precious lil pixel people T^T

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letsgogardening · 6 months

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FRONT GARDEN UPDATE 11/29/2023

Full side view

Row 1= a pumpkin, variety of sunflowers and Valor beans

The pumpkin has two fruits on it at the moment! I'm gonna post a few pics of what it looks like currently a little further down.

For the sunflowers we just mixed a bunch of different ones together so there's some Mammoth, Boss (black oil sunflower) and some stuff we had left over from the last sunflowers we grew!

Row 2 = nasturtiums further away and cabbage

A little view of row 2

Row 3= Armenian cucumbers and egg plants

The Armenians aren't spreading out too much but that's more our fault than the plants, it's not in a super sunny spot and it tends to do better when it's slightly sunnier spot in the winter.

Row#4= more valor beans closer with some remnants of cabbage, carrots and radish.

Close up of the pumpkins!

One of the eggplants is starting to show signs of getting flowers/fruit.

A valor bean on the plant

While they aren't really branching out one of them does have a lot of little cucumbers starting!

And some bees on some of the blossomed sunflowers!

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photozoi · 7 months

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Adzuki hiding in the peppers...

Zuki deciding whether it is time to pursue her brother....

... and Adzuki deciding that discretion is the better part of valor, and hiding behind the roses so that Mr Mung will go after sister Fava Bean instead.

A wise choice, as this is Fava's fate.

Silken Windhound siblings, 4 months

#Adzuki #Mr Mung #Fava Bean #10-25-23 #silken windhound #sighthound #photozoi #original photos #Mung does outweigh Zuki by several pounds #she is a clever girl

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rjalker · 9 months

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Free to use for whatever you want Flatlander basic anatomy design! It's public domain because I made it and I said so!

Web archive link for these two, plus my pencil drawings that I'll finish tomorrow. Also includes the one short story I wrote so far.

(Edit since I forgot to make it clear: You are 100% encouraged to download, share/repost these images, including the pencil drawings you can find at the link, as long as you link back to the web archive link so people can download the originals, include an image description for accessibility, and don't claim you made them!)

Please consider donating to the Web Archive if you've got any spare change!

You can buy the first design from my Threadless store :) I'll make more versions of it tomorrow.

Anyways I decided Flatlanders are monoecious like snails.

(Let me know if you would like this tagged as anything specific for filtering purposes! You can send anonymous asks to @neopronouns-in-action)

[ID: Three images. The first is a flat color digital drawing entitled, "Color-coded your convenience, An Adult Flatlander As Seen From the 3rd Dimension. [Warning: Do not poke internal organs!] Below the title is a drawing of an upward pointing triangle with color-coded internal organs each with a label of the corresponding color, connected with a line. In clockwise direction, they are: "Eyes: [Cannot see you unless you intersect Flatland in front of them]". The eyes are very small andinside a short opening at the tip of the triangle. "Brain" - A small pink blob along the right inside of the Flatlander, curving. "Proboscis / esophagus" - A light blue tube reaching from the eye and down to the: "Stomach" - a large green sack. "Nervous system" - Dark blue squiggly tubes branching across and around all the other organs in a random pattern. "Blood" - The purple-red color filling in the background behind all the organs rather than being in veins. "Birth canal" - An interlocking section in the outer wall of the Flatlander's skin, currently closed. Next to the birth canal is a tiny version of the larger triangle that is rotated 90 degrees, labeled "Newborns tend to be one-twelfth the size of their parent at birth". "Skin" - the dark grey outer layer that separates the Flatlander's insides from the outside world. It is intersperced with short black lines. "Womb" an orange sack in the bottom right corner of the Flatlander's insides. "Gonads: Sperm / Ova" - Two connected small sacs marked dark pink and gold on the triangle's flat side.

Below the Flatlander is black text that reads: "[Warning: Do not reveal a Flatlander's pregnancy status without permission!] Under The Current Regime, it is illegal for any Flatlander other than a Straight Line to carry a pregnancy, and illegal for a line to impregnate anyone. Attempting to congratulate a Flatlander on their pregnancy could get them killed! Discretion is the better part of valor! Keep their secrets to yourself!" Continuing along clockwise: "Unrealistic heart (the artist got lazy)." - a red heart-shape in the bottom left corner of the triangle. "Butt" - a short black line on the outer skin, connecting to the: "Kidney" - a dark red shape like a bean. "Lung" - a long, royal blue sack near the top of the triangle, next to the esophagus. "Cilia" - two thin, grey tendrils emerging from near all points of the triangle. The next image is a divider with black text below a black line, reading, "A Flatlander as seen from the 3rd dimension (true to color)" The last image is the same triangle Flatlander seen in the first diagram, now with the labels and text removed, with all of the internal organs in different shades of pink and purple. End ID.]

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Chapter 3: I'm Not So Brave but I'm Gonna Give It a Try

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: An awkward moment. A rejection. A talk. A glimmer of hope.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: M, grinding, allusions to sexual acts. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Cross-posted on AO3

A Sweet Response to Tragedy Masterlist || I Think of You Series Masterlist

You’re sure you’ll spot Mando as you head further from town, all shining valor, but he sneaks up behind you until he’s just by your shoulder, startling you hard enough that you stumble forward.

“Maker, Mando, we’ve talked about this,” you complain, shooting vibroblades out your eyes at him. He shrugs and chuckles, reaching down to pat the kid on the head. His hand is dangerously close to your crotch and you have to willfully wish away your imagination.

(down girl)

“Any surprises?” he asks, and you notice he’s not striding with purpose to the Crest. You might even call it sauntering, or meandering. You’re taking your time getting back, and the idea warms you.

(Is he enjoying himself?)

“No, very quiet. Bean ate something that sounded like a mouthful of bones, but he enjoyed it. Did you get anything to eat?”

Mando takes one step for two of yours, his stride much longer as he rests his hand on his belt buckle. The swagger of it all is arousing you more than is appropriate with a baby on your hip.

“I’ll eat on the ship,” he says, alluding to your usual arrangement. Dinner with the child while Mando retreats to the cockpit for several minutes and wolfs down his own food. That’s all you can imagine occurs, what with the speed of the event.

(maybe you could change that)

You ask him about the refuel and his own stock-up run, which he details in quick sentences, many of the words he’s using foreign to you. You’re both being lulled into an easy, calm state, side by side as the light of the day warms your backs. The sparse smattering of trees envelop you both as the sounds of the town fade into the distance. The crunch of earth under your shoes echoes in your ears and the relaxation in your limbs makes you bold.

“Thank you for today, Mando,” you say, and as smoothly and slowly as you can manage, you reach out and slide your fingers into the palm of his hand swaying between you. Your squeeze just barely, letting him know you have him.

Mando’s feet falter and you both slow to a stop, the helmet turned down to your joined hands. You keep the gentle pressure there, rubbing your thumb in a circle on the back of his hand, but he’s still locked on to your touch, fingers restless but not curling around yours.

(fuck stupid stupid kriff)

You drop his hand, trying to smile in a disarming way.

“Sorry!” you say, a little too high and cheery. You try to think up an excuse but there’s a lump in your throat, so instead you start walking again, the child making confused noises. After a step or two you hear Mando continue walking as well, making up the gap. Striding with purpose now, the Crest looming into sight, you feel the deep urge to drown yourself in the routine of restocking the ship.

Mando says your name, morphing it into a question, and you look at him with a too-bright smile.

“I, hmm…” he starts, and you know he’s searching for the reason why he didn’t accept your touch. You beat him to it.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing,” you rush out, waving your hands. “I was just…I was being silly.” You rephrase. “Sentimental. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

(must not be The Way)

Mando watches you for a moment, both of you still moving towards the ship, then turns his head and walks in silence. Mounting the ramp, you try to push the embarrassment of rejection down by pulling the supplies out in record time. Mando gets to his own tasks, putting items into his weapons locker (you don’t mess with that, not even knowing the combination for it) and climbing the ladder into the cockpit. Pushing the hover-carrier’s return-to-home button you shut the ramp, feeling the shudders and whirs of the Crest closing herself up from outsiders.

You busy yourself with putting away the rations, your clothes, your new possessions on this ship. Your sleeping nook is well outfitted now, tucked into the hall storage cabinet just large enough for you (and Bean too, as long as he doesn’t have a growth spurt). The bed pad fits nicely, pillows and blankets making a comfortable cocoon of warmth. A piece of junk fabric hangs over the opening to provide some privacy. It’s perfect, a tiny refuge carved out for you. The child stays on your hip throughout, his weight comforting.

(It’s okay, you took a shot and it wasn’t the right time. Mando understands, you understand, you’ll be okay)

It’s when you’re putting your toiletries away, your toothbrush placed in the same spot as Mando’s, that you begin cursing yourself out.

(Stupid kriffing girl you’re going to ruin everything for what? Because you still have a crush on him? Grow up)

You put your forehead on the cool steel of the ‘fresher wall and take a few deep breaths. You thought Mando might be warming to you, that if you straddled him in the pilot’s chair (naughty) that he’d tumble into lust with you. But clearly that’s all it would be. If he couldn’t even hold your hand alone, far from prying eyes that could clock a Mandalorian’s weakness, then he must not harbor the same affection for you as you have for him.

The child tugs on the hem of your shirt and you sniff and wipe your face, pulling yourself back together.

“Okay Bean, let’s finish up then we can play,” you say, heading back to the hold. The child’s noise of agreement mirrors some of the sadness in your own.

After you settle the child at his favorite seat at the table, Mando calls down to you from the cockpit.

“Can you come up for a moment?” You get up from your seat at the table where you’ve been marking off your inventory checklist. Moving to pick up the child, “Leave the kid,” echoes after.

The request worries you as you settle the child in a little nest of wires you made while cleaning the hold. They’re bright and colorful enough that they help distract him when you both need to be out of the room for a few minutes. That and his silver ball should entertain him long enough for you to see what Mando needs.

Lifting yourself up the final rung, you don’t see Mando sitting in the pilot's chair. Instead, he’s looking out into the evening sky. It’s different from watching hyperspace, all deep blackness and cool light. The sky here is tinted indigo and cobalt, stars surrounded by halos of haze. A splash of umber signals the descending sun, a few glints reflecting off Mando.

“Everything okay?” you ask, eyes sweeping over his body to determine why he wouldn’t want the child here.

(Hurt?)

Mando turns to you, and in a step he’s closing the gap. You crane your neck up as he turns the helmet down, your breath coming in short pants. The visor pins you but its blackness is still a deep mystery.

“This is what I can give you, Mesh’la,” he whispers, low and sultry.

(And sad)

Just when you’re wetting your lips to speak, he backs you up against the wall of the cockpit. One thick thigh slots between yours, the unyielding beskar unforgiving against your soft core, your hands coming up against his chest plate in surprise. You try to form words, but for once Mando is filling the air, quietly so as not to disturb the child.

“I know how to fuck, and to fuck you good and often and how you like to be fucked,” he continues, one hand coming up to press his knuckle under your chin. You’re trying to be silent, afraid to break the spell, but feel your breath hitching into a soundless whine.

“I know how to protect you, and keep you safe.” His body covers you, cold and hot and all-encompassing. Your lips part as he drags his gloved thumb over your chin, ghosting against your bottom lip in much the same way as he touched you outside the ‘fresher.

“I’ll give you everything I know how to give,” he says, and his other hand captures yours, much in the same way you tried to earlier, and he looks down at your joined hands.

“But I don’t know how to give you this.”

A wave of understanding washes over you. You let the breath out that you’d been holding.

(He’s never been more to someone than a bounty hunter or a lover or a warrior)

“It’s okay Mando,” you whisper, taking your hand from his tentative grasp and wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you closer, circling his arms around your back and curling down into you. Your hand strokes the back of his neck as if you could run your fingers through his hair. The cowl will have to do.

“I’ll take it, anything you’re willing to give. I won’t ask for more than that. I know how hard it is for you to offer it.”

The sigh you feel empty out of Mando makes you press your face into his cowl, relishing in the closeness of the embrace.

(You’ll take what you can get to have him close to you)

“I’m sorry, Mesh’la,” he says, leaning back enough to press his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry if this disappoints you.”

(Kiss kiss kiss he still wants to kiss you)

“Never,” you murmur, “you’ve never truly disappointed me Mando. It’s actually kind of annoying.” You joke, and his arms squeeze you a little harder. His body shifts, his thigh rocking into you, and the moment turns from revelatory to arousing. You sigh, tilting your hips to better feel him.

“Dank farrik, you’re so…” A rough breath rasps out of the vocoder, the dizzying sound prompting you to roll your hips up his thigh. The breath changes to a rumble that vibrates against your chest. “Maker, I want to fuck you,” he growls, pushing you against the wall and wrapping his hands around your hips.

“Kriff, Mando, wanted to for weeks,” you whisper close to the helmet. “Wanted you to climb in the bunk every night since that first bounty.”

Mando groans, lifting you swiftly up to his waist, your legs wrapping around him. He slides his fingers underneath your waistband, fisting the fabric and dragging it down to expose your hips. The slide of the leather is electric on your skin.

“Can’t with the kid in there,” he huffs out, and you smother a laugh in his cowl.

“Time for him to get his own bedroom,” you shoot back, and your combined chuckles bounce off one another.

“We might have enough time to…” Mando starts to say, dragging his knuckles torturously slow over your skin, when a curious “Patu?” echoes up the ladder.

(DANK FARRIK)

Mando groans and thunks his head against the wall, easing you down so your feet touch the floor. You could scream with frustration.

“So this is what parenthood’s all about, huh?” you say, and the shake of his helmet is part exasperation, part exhaustion.

“All the time,” Mando sighs out, moving to see what the child is trying to get into now. You catch his wrist before he leaves and press his gloved palm to your mouth, leaving a kiss among the blaster residue and dirt. “I mean it, Mando. I’m not disappointed.”

“Thank you, Mesh’la,” he says, dragging his thumb across your cheek with an affectionate tilt of his head. Much to your surprise, it doesn’t sound final.

(maybe not now) you think as he descends, (but also maybe not forever).

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