#Always falling for the non cannon ships

[thealllureofdarkness]

Started watching Avatar the Last Air Bender. Got to the necklace episode and immediately started shipping Zutara even though it’s a doomed ship.

#Always falling for the non cannon ships #Zutara #ATLA #Avatar #avatar the last airbender

[skepwith]

More Parts of the Revenge for OFMD Fans

Part of a series: Revenge Master Post.

This post is about stuff in the body of the ship, going more or less from top to bottom. I’m saving the sails and rigging for my next post. If you want to know more basic terms like fore and aft and bow and stern, look for “Parts of the Revenge” in my master post.

Obviously, using these terms is entirely optional, since David Jenkins et al. are free and easy with the ol' historical accuracy. This list is for pedants like me and people who like historical and specialized language. Enjoy!

Main Deck

The low “walls” on the sides of the open decks were called the bulwarks—they were to keep people from falling overboard. On the Revenge, the bulwarks are topped by a rail (railing).

A gap in the bulwark, together with a set of rungs on the hull, was called an entry port. It allowed people to climb aboard from a dinghy.

The top edge of the bulwark was the gunwale, pronounced gunnel. The expression “loaded to the gunwales” is still used to mean very full. The top edges of a dinghy are also called gunwales.

An opening in the deck is called a hatchway. I wrote about hatches a while ago, but what I didn’t realize was that the hatch is the part that covers the hatchway. The wooden grid that lets light and air through is called the grating.

In the bow, the curving rail that goes from the figurehead to the hull is called the head rail, which would’ve been really helpful to know for my toilet post. Oh well.

Stede’s journal could at a stretch be called a logbook (or log). This was a book in which an officer noted details of the ship’s daily progress and journey. Probably a bit less fanciful than Stede’s version.

Weaponry

The Revenge has guns (the word used for cannons) on her main deck and her gun deck. Before a gun was fired, the barrel was cleared with the sponge, then loaded with gunpowder and shot and wads of cloth, all of which was tamped down with the rammer. There were different types of shot, or ammunition; cannonballs were called round shot.

To fire a gun, a lit fuse (usually a slow match) was brought in contact with the vent at the top of the gun—called the touchhole—to ignite the gunpowder. (The wick added in OFMD isn’t accurate. Shocking, I know.) The slow match was usually held with a staff called a linstock, tucked into a notch on the end. You didn’t want to be right next to the cannon when it went off, because there was a non-zero chance it would misfire and explode in your face.

Despite what you see in movies, cannons didn’t produce a lot of fire and smoke; the cannonball did damage by going unstoppably through hulls, masts, and people—often many at a time—like a deadly Energizer bunny.

The gunpowder was kept in kegs in a small room called the powder magazine. (A magazine is an ammunition storage area.) This room was in the hull of the ship, below the water line, to minimize the chances of a stray spark sending the whole ship up in flames. The shot was kept in the shot-locker, a small room in the hold (though this word wasn’t recorded till 1805). As we know, Stede calls this the ball room.

Besides the regular cannons, the Revenge also has swivel guns, small cannons mounted on swivels. These were too small to damage another ship; they were there to fire at boarders and approaching boats. Or, you know, to set off fireworks.

To take an enemy ship, sailors might use a grapnel (or grappling hook). These were attached to a rope and thrown at enemy bulwarks or rigging so the ships could be pulled together for boarding.

The Gun Deck

Everything on a ship had to have a special name: stairs were always called ladders; the floor was called the deck; and a wall or partition inside the hull was called a bulkhead.

Some of you may know that a ship’s kitchen is called a galley. However, this usage wasn’t recorded until 1750; the earlier word was cook-room.

Likewise, the mess is where you eat on a ship, but this sense wasn’t recorded until the late 1800s. In OFMD’s time, mess meant “a group of people who eat together,” like officers of the same rank or sailors on the same watch.

You might know a berth as a shelf or box to sleep on, like Stede’s (and Ed’s) bed, but this usage wasn’t recorded until the 1790s. The earlier meaning, used from at least 1706, is “a room where a particular group (such as officers or midshipmen) eats and sleeps.” So you might call Jim’s room a berth—except that it changes hands, and its name has been firmly established as the Room.

A berth is also a place in a port or harbour where you can moor (park) a vessel, and thirdly, the safety margin around another vessel or object, which gives us the phrase “to give [it] a wide berth.”

Finally, the area where the animals (remember them?) were kept was a small triangular area in the bow called the manger. This seems to be where the Revenge’s en suite is, at least as far as I can figure, but if you want to include the animals for whatever reason, they’d probably live somewhere around there.

Storage

Some of the stuff on board was stored in casks, a.k.a. barrels. These could be any size, but a large cask was also called a butt. A scuttlebutt was a butt full of water attached to the deck for sailors to drink from. Unfortunately, the word wasn’t recorded before 1800, and the “gossip” meaning not till a century after that. But it’s a great word and you should use it anyway.

A keg was a small cask, usually less than ten gallons, used for things like gunpowder or rum.

A sea chest was a wooden box used to store an officer’s personal effects—or to confine a nosy hombrecito.

The Ship’s Bottom

(As it were.)

In several of my posts and diagrams I said the lower decks of the Revenge were the gun deck, the orlop, and the hold. But my friends, I made a grievous error: the Revenge has no orlop. I know!

In season 2, for the first time we get to see what’s below the gun deck. When Frenchie opens the secret passage in the kitchen, he reveals a set of stairs—sorry, a ladder—down to a grim, damp space. The kitchen is on the gun deck, so this is the deck immediately below it, and while on most ships that would’ve been the orlop, in this case it’s the hold.

The hold was the lowest compartment of the ship, used for storage and cargo. It also sometimes held the ballast—heavy stuff (e.g., pig iron, gravel, stones, lead) put there to improve the ship’s balance. The lowest part of the hold itself was called the bilge or bilges—the area where bilgewater collected and had to be pumped out.

Episode 3 shows the water on the floor—sorry, deck—making it pretty clear we’re in the bilges of the hold. On top of that, an Instagram post by crewmember Will Giles (shared on Tumblr by @ourflagmeansbts) mentioned repurposing the “bilge set.”

Which all proves that the Revenge’s hold is immediately below the gun deck, with no orlop in between.

The keel is the structural piece that runs lengthwise along the middle of the hull’s bottom. Keel-hauling was to drag someone along the outside of the keel, underwater, as a punishment—very nasty, often fatal.

Also underwater, at the stern, is the rudder, whose movement makes the ship turn. On a dinghy you steer by moving the tiller, a horizontal bar attached to the rudder post. On a ship like the Revenge, you turn the ship’s wheel, which is attached to the tiller via cables, and that moves the rudder.

That’s all for now! Coming next: sails and rigging, in port, and more sailing lingo.

Sources: Wikipedia, historicnavalfiction [dot] com, Oxford English Dictionary

#ofmd #ofmd meta #mapping the Revenge #nautical history #adopt our crew

[demonqueenbeee]

Have people forgotten that Fiction is not real and that non Canon ships are just a fun lil fantasy people have because they saw something possible between two characters. I LOVE zutara always have and jfc I know it's not cannon but I still think it could have been something.

saying things like they're from different sides and it's colonizer and colonized or toxic and so unreal is so silly, yall realize that these things do happen in real life and throughout fiction since forever. Romeo and Juliet, people who work for different companies, Japanese and Korean lovers, Mexican and American lovers.

life isn't black and white nor perfect and neither should fiction be. toxic situations happen but thay doesn't mean people wont fall in love whether that love is good for them or not. (disclaimers I still think zutara would have been firey and wholesome but that's another argument)

and not to mention fiction and fanfiction can be a way to live and imagine a situations that may be unrealistic to your personal situation or even just a fantasy or Even a kink.

let people have their Zutara, Dramione, Harmione and what not

rant over

#non canon #zutara

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Kiss Me: A Rafe Cameron Fic

OMFG I am in love with Drew Fucking Starkey. That man deserves a fucking Emmy. I had this idea about a Rafe fanfic. I wanted it to be a softer Rafe. But still cannon Rafe, just a bit nicer.

Summary: Rafe overhears you talking to Sarah about how you are going into your senior year and haven’t had your first kiss yet so he decides to rectify that. 

Warnings: Language, some sexual tension, but nothing else, I think. 

“Sarah, it’s so embarrassing.” 

You and Sarah Cameron, your friend since second grade, were. sitting on her families boat, soaking up the last few days of summer. She was sipping her lemonade from across the boat deck. 

“No it’s not. There are so many people who haven’t had their first kiss yet!” 

You rolled your eyes. 

Sarah was perfect. From everything from her hair to her clothing, Sarah Cameron was every teenage boy’s wet-dream. To her, you were uncomparable. 

She was in her yellow bikini, her hair perfect, as always, and her flawless skin glowing from the day in the sun. 

You, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable in a floral light blue suit you’d borrowed from her and just felt sweaty and gross from being outside. 

“Y/N, it is completely normal. Lots of people are still virgins in college! I was still a virgin until...”

“John B.” You interrupted. Your friend grinned at you, her beautiful face glowing with excitement. 

“See!” She plopped down on one of the chairs next to you. You rolled your eyes. 

“Can we stop this conversation before Rafe gets here? I don’t need him knowing about my non-existent sex life.” 

“Ew.” Sarah made a face at you. “Don’t bring Rafe into this. I don’t need him knowing I did it with John B.” 

“Sarah I think everyone knows you did it with John B.” She stuck her tongue out at you. 

Little did you know that Rafe had been listening to your entire conversation. He had been aboard the ship for a few minutes. His mind was racing. 

How had a girl as amazing as you, though the words going through Rafe’s mind were more crude, never been kissed before? He raked his hand through his hair, causing it to fall in front of his face and then knocked on the side of the boat, alerting the two of you to his presence. 

“Hey, ladies.” Your heart sped up at the mere sound of Rafe’s voice. You had to clear your throat before speaking. 

“Hey Rafe!” You looked over your shoulder to find him looking directly at you. 

Rafe’s eyes were zeroed in on you, watching your every movement. He noticed your pupils dilate when you locked eyes, how your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, your legs squeezing together before breaking his gaze and turning back around. Even when he was a little high, Rafe could notice the smallest details. Especially in his younger sister’s best friend. 

Rafe had always felt a sense of protection over you. He would always keep a watchful eye over you at parties, made sure that you were well hydrated when drinking, and never let you go anywhere near Barry. 

Ward, Rose, and Wheezie boarded My Druthers a few minutes later, and then you were off. 

Your mind kept fluttering to Rafe, although you were trying to keep your focus on whatever Sarah and you were doing. 

He had always interested you. He was Rafe Cameron... how could he not be interesting?? You’d always see him at the OBX parties, wearing his three-button t-shirts, or tight fitting polos, hanging around Top and Kelce, trying to conceal his red eyes. 

Even though the two of you had never had a real conversation throughout the many years you were friends with Sarah, you were inadvertently attracted to him. Rafe always seemed so sure of himself, he knew what was going on, and was not afraid of doing whatever he needed to get what he wanted. 

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe’s sights were set on giving you want you wanted. What you needed. He just had to wait for the right time. 

So that’s exactly what Rafe was going to do. 

Wait. 

Rafe was getting antsy. He hadn’t been able to hold a conversation with his own father. You just looked so fucking good in the blue bikini. Of course, his mind was going further than just kissing you, but he was going to give you what you needed. So when you excused yourself to use the bathroom, Rafe took the opportunity. 

He waited inside the small living room of the boat, his long arms spread out across the back of the couch. You rounded the corner, ready to head back outside when you heard Rafe clear his throat. You turned to him, suddenly feeling very exposed, crossing your arms over your stomach. 

Rafe’s tongue ran over his bottom lip as he blatantly checked you out. He grinned after seeing the obvious reaction your body had to him before standing up from his place on the couch. 

You were frozen in place, the cool AC of the small room causing you to shiver, though it also would have been from Rafe’s eyes lingering on your body. 

Rafe stood in front of you, his height intimidating. 

“Did,” You cleared your throat again, “Did you need anything?” The side of his mouth quirked up into a bit of a smile, sending a flurry of butterflies through your body. 

“Y/N, I think the question is do you need anything?” Your eyes were cast down as Rafe’s fingers grazed your arm. You could barely focus on anything but the heat radiating off of his large torso or the veins that were prominent on his large hands. His fingers brushed along your collar bones, your neck, before lightly pulling your chin up to meet his gaze. Rafe’s thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “Y/N, tell me what you need me to do.” Rafe’s other hand found it’s way to your naked waist, his ring cold on your skin. 

“Rafe...” You could barely think with him this close. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” His hand settled on the side of your neck, bringing you ever so closer against him. “I heard you talking with Sarah. So all you need to do, is tell me what you need me to do.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing yours. “I’m not gonna do it until you tell me,” He brought his gaze to your lips. “exactly what you’d like me to do.” 

“Rafe.” His blue eyes locked on yours. “Rafe, can you...” He smiled that half smile, the one that made your heart flutter. Your cheeks were flushed.

“Just ask, baby.” Your heart pounded at his simple words, but never in your wildest dreams did you believe that Rafe Cameron would be calling you baby. 

“Rafe can you-” He stopped you.

“No baby, what do you need me to do.” He was whispering now, and you were now sure that the goosebumps on your body were not effects from the AC, but from Rafe Cameron himself. “Say it, hon.” Rafe was smiling again. You, his little sister’s best friend, so close to him he could practically hear your heartbeat. You seemed so fragile beneath him. Rafe needed to protect you. To make sure you had everything you needed. And right now, you needed him to kiss you.

“Rafe, I-” You paused. “Rafe I need you to... I need you to...” You could barely breathe. “Rafe please kiss me.” You pleaded with him, arms uncrossing to touch his arms. Rafe caught your wrists and brought them back down to your sides. 

“Baby, you need to use the words I need to hear.” His lips were dangerously close to yours. “I’m only gonna ask one more time. What do you need?”

You answered immediately. 

“Rafe I need you to kiss me.” Rafe grinned. 

“That’s all you had to say.” 

Rafe kissed you. His hands that were keeping yours to your side slid up your body, pulling you flush against him. 

You had heard in movies and read in books how when girls were kissed for the first time, like really kissed, that sparks would fly.  

With Rafe, instead of sparks, there was a whole fucking fire that ignited inside of you. 

Your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him further into your body. 

Rafe knew that if he didn’t stop himself that he would lose control, so he pulled away from you. He looked at you, your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath, hands still wrapped around his neck. 

When you opened your eyes, Rafe Cameron was grinning at you. 

“Thank you.” You whispered. He unwrapped himself from you and took a step back, taking his warmth with him. He walked towards the door to the deck of the boat, leaving you standing in the small boat living room. 

“Hey Y/N.” You glanced over your shoulder at him, his blue eyes on yours again. “If you need anything else, just ask.” Rafe winked at you before opening the door and leaving you alone. 

Sorry I’m just fucking in love with Drew Starkey rn. 

Part 2? IDK. 

#rafe cameron #rafecameron #outerbanks #obx #rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey

[slightlystupidhun]

My Supernova (Valentines Day Edition)

A One-shot fic based on a head cannon by @fregget-frou

My Supernova

In this work, David is the captain of the DSE or Dahlia Space Explorer. He has his trusty crew with him as they travel through space on an expedition to understand more about the ‘Great Beyond.’ After meeting and falling in love with the extra terrestrial he calls Angel, how will he introduce them to the idea of Valentine’s Day?

The sound of his electronic alarm disrupted his amazing rest with Angel. After a rather, exhilarating night, he wanted to make sure they were well taken care of. He quickly threw his clothes on before walking deeper into his ship. He was going to the kitchen to make breakfast for the crew.

His morning walk was interrupted by Asher running over to babes room with a bouquet of holographic flowers. Oh right, today was Valentine’s Day. He continued his walk to the kitchen. Today he made French toast for the crew, taking a little longer on Angels plate. He cut the strawberries into small hearts, placing them delicately around the plate. He pressed the button to alert the crew that breakfast was ready, and they all quickly fell out to the table.

The first person to pick up on the cute plate handed to Angel was non other than Asher himself.

“Aww David made your plate special for Valentine’s Day!!” He teased, glancing over at David.

“Asher…” David glared at his private captain.

“What’s Valentines Day?” Angel spoke up innocently and the entire crew turned to them.

“Well, uh, it’s a day where couples celebrate being couples.” Damien informed, playing with the fork in his hand.

“It’s full of lovey dovey shit. It’s not for everyone,” Tank said shrugging, earning a look from David. “It’s not my style.”

“Aww it sounds like an adorable custom! Davey, you’re so cute.” Angel doted on David, rubbing his shoulder. Tank and Milo almost burst out laughing at Angels display of affection.

“Yeah it’s nice.” David said returning to his food.

“What are you two gonna do for the holiday huh?” Milo asked, supplying conversation.

“OH! I have no idea!” Angel smiled over at Davey. “We started our celebration last night… maybe we’ll continue that later.”

David almost choked on his food. He quickly recovered and glared at his partner.

Sam squeezed Tanks hand to ground them and try to keep them from laughing.

————

David had decided to take Angel to the nice new restaurant just outside of Jupiter. He had let them know to get ready to go out about fifteen minutes earlier and now, he sat in the teleportation bay waiting for them. He had just finished putting in the restraints coordinates when he felt a familiar set of arms wrap around him.

“Hello Davey,” they said nuzzling into his back.

“Hey Angel,” he put his large hand over their smaller ones. “Are you ready to go?” He asked as he turned around to look at them. They looked absolutely divine. They had on a black outfit that perfectly hugged all of their curves, and showed off their body perfectly. It was also an amazing contrast to the usual pastel palette that accompanied them.

“You look very hot,” they said fiddling with the golden communication bracelet on their wrist.

“Let’s go.” He rolled his eyes as he clicked on the button for the teleportation sequencing to begin. He grasped Angels hand and walked forward onto the pad and before they knew it, they were at the gorgeous restaurant. Angel steadied themself, they always complained how teleportation made them slightly dizzy.

The restaurant had an amazing view of the stars, but David wasn’t looking at the view, but rather his partner. They looked adorable as they looked over the menus deciding what exactly they wanted.

“What are you getting?” They interrupted David’s thoughts and met his intense gaze.

“I’ll probably just get the prime rib, and you?” He asked leaning forward and placing his chin in his palm.

“Hmm.” They scrunched up their nose, still trying to figure out just what they wanted. To be honest, they could order the entire menu and he wouldn’t mind. “I’m thinking about getting the Black Risotto.” He smiled at them and nodded when the waiter came over.

“Hello What can I get for you?” The waiter said, his gaze lingering on Angel for a little longer than David would’ve liked. He also wore a communication bracelet, which was now common for most wait staff or people who worked in the public, to wear.

“Prime Rib please.” David said, now intently watching the man.

“Alright, and for you gorgeous?” He turned to Angel and gave them a smile.

“Oh, uhm I’ll just have the Black Risotto please.” They returned the smile and handed him their menu.

He nodded and walked off to the back.

“You ok Davey?” They asked him innocently eyeing the envious expression he wore.

“I’m fine,” he cleared his throat.

“Looks like the only people left on the ship when we left were Tank and Sam, was Tank serious when they said they didn’t like Valentine’s Day? If so why?”

“Sam will probably shower them in enough appreciation and love while we’re gone.” He paused. “They haven’t always had the best relationships so something like Valentines Day hasn’t always seemed like something they should celebrate.”

“It’s good they found Sam then. He’s steady, and he really loves them. I can see it in his eyes, it’s similar to how you look at me. Although,” they lean forward and glide their fingers down his forearms, “You look at me much more intensely. Like you could eat me up.” They grinned at the physical reaction that got out of him.

“God you’re a tease.” He attempted to hide his smile behind his hand but it was poorly hidden.

“You love it though.”

“Not as much as I love you.” He grinned at the way their face flushed, before returning to his grumpy disposition.

“Would you like anymore of your drink gorgeous?” The waiter returned, the nickname he had for Angel earned a slight growl from David.

“No I’m fine, but maybe my boyfriend would?” They gestured to the man sitting across from them.

The waiter caught onto David’s grumpy disposition and for most of their completion of dinner, left the pair alone. David enjoyed his evening with Angel, but Angel couldn’t wait to get home.

As they got up to leave they noticed the waiter staring, hungrily, at Angel again. Bore the extra terrestrial could decide what to do next, David pulled them into a deep passionate kiss. It was steamy, consuming, and territorial. He smirked at the waiter as he pulled Angel back to the teleportation pod. They had a feeling their valentines Day had just begun.

It was steamy, consuming, and territorial. He smirked at the waiter as he pulled Angel back to the teleportation pod. They had a feeling their valentines Day had just begun.

It was steamy, consuming, and territorial. He smirked at the waiter as he pulled Angel back to the teleportation pod. They had a feeling their valentines Day had just begun.

As they got up to leave they noticed the waiter staring, hungrily, at Angel again. Bore the extra terrestrial could decide what to do next, David pulled them into a deep passionate kiss. It was steamy, consuming, and territorial. He smirked at the waiter as he pulled Angel back to the teleportation pod. They had a feeling their valentines Day had just begun.

“No I’m fine for the moment.” David replied.

The waiter was able to catch on to David’s grumpy disposition and for the rest of the dinner stayed away from the pair. Dinner for the rest of the night was pretty nice. They enjoyed lovely conversation, company, and desert. When they had to get up and leave the pair noticed the waiters eyes on Angel again. Before the extra terrestrial could do anything, David wrap his strong arms around their waist and pulled them in for a long passionate kiss. It was deep, and fiery, and territorial. They only broke apart when David needed to catch his breath. Angel couldn’t wait for what the rest of Valentine’s Day had to offer them.

“Alright then, I’ll be back with your food shortly.” The waiter turned over to Angel again, “Just call my name if you need anything.”

David was now extremely unhappy. If the waiter made even one more step in Angels direction he would have a butter knife through his abdomen. Angel placed their hand on David’s to try to ground him.

“It’s ok David.” They smiled. The waiter hardly made anymore comments, able to sense David’s less than sunny position. After they had desert the waiter brought them the bill. David quickly scanned his travel currency attached to his ID. David and Angel both got up, and they could feel the waiters eyes on them. Before Angel could move to tell the man anything David was on them. He pulled them close for a deep heated kiss that they slightly groaned into. He pulled away all to quickly and gave the waiter a cocky grin. Something told Angel that this was just the beginning of their first Valentines Day experience.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #sam x darlin #redacted asmr asher #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted david shaw #david x angel #redacted angel #redacted fanfic #redacted babe #redacted audio #redacted davey/angel #redacted damien #redacted huxley

[mochigobrrrrrrr]

Qin Kha Ottile Srivastava / A workaholic machinist

This character hasn’t always been exclusive to XIV, if anything I always liked making him in different game’s character customizations. Before I only had drawings and placed him in different universes or anything I was obsessed with at the time. Qin’s been more or less a muse for my art work and imaginary best friend since I was 13 yrs old. (I’m weird lemme alone.)

Full Name Qin Kha Ottile-Srivastava Species Au Ra / Hyur Birth Date / Age 3rd Sun of the 6th Astral Moon / 38 yrs Guardian Nophica, The Matron Clan Xaela Gender Male Height / Weight 6'10" / 260lbs Body Type Lean / Mesomorph Hair Color Dirty Blonde Eye Color Chartreuse (left) Hazel (right) With Gold Limbal Ring Distinguishing Features Sparse Facial and Body Scales / Pointed Ears / Tattoos / Intricate Scars / Magitek Tail Birthplace / Current Home Azim Steppe / Empyreum Profession Engineer / Gunsmith Sexual Orientation Bisexual Relationship Status Married - Rajani Srivastava Kith and Kin Shal're Kha (mother) / Lian Ottile (father) Sarnai Kha (non-bio sister) (deceased, age 8) Personality Easygoing / Subdued

Qin has always been a tad introvert and selective about it, only coming out of his shell and outgoing with people he warms up too. Now of late he lives more carefree and opens up more easily, feeling less forced about putting himself into a public setting. He always carries a sarcastic and rowdy demeanor. When the time calls for it, Qin can be serious and strict.

Notable

His early work depended heavily on where he stayed, but he never stayed in one place for too long. Using what skills he had acquired from Azim Steppe, such as hunting and long distance combat, Qin became useful for bounty boards and quick jobs. Soon enough he found himself falling into the life of a mercenary and ran a small company for several years; Qin used it as a means to ship goods from Azim to Limisa and sell hired swords.

One day he found a passion for firearms. The once talented archer became enamored with them; to the point of commissioning his first firearm, He commissioned a custom-built Wander from the Skysteel Manufactory. Since then, it has become his passion to collect and care for each arm he acquired throughout the years. Today, he owns a total of five firearms that he himself modified, not counting his multi tool.

His Magitek tail is one of the many interesting features but how he gained the prosthetic though, is less interesting. Perhaps it’s one story kept between him and the multi-tool responsible. His multi-tool is an ever-expanding arsenal equipped with a: drill cannon, air anchor, chainsaw, and a grenade launcher. The last one was more or less the cause; a simple weapons test involving homemade explosives went horribly wrong. While the initial blast did not cause the majority of his injuries, shrapnel and infection did. Walking around with a stump for a tail didn’t bother him, but it did impact his quality of life. His stump caused balance issues in day-to-day life. A collaborative effort with colleagues and himself soon took off, where they began researching magitek and utilizing their engineering knowledge to fashion a prosthetic tail.

Likes

Traveling

Working (Seriously. You have to make him stop or he won't.)

Drinking (Whiskey served neat.)

Smoking

Solitude

Dressing nice

Dislikes

Alcohol that tastes like piss water.

Pointing at his ears.

Inability to let things go.

Asking him what happened to his tail.

Backstory

Qin Ottile spent most of his childhood raised on the outskirts of the Azim Steppe, growing up in a small Kha village that accepted both Xaela and other races alike. It was there Qin’s mother met his father, a Midlander who traded in Reunion. During the war and unrest caused by the Imperial invasion, a rebellion of pirates from the Ruby Sea managed to broker a trade agreement with the Qestir, whom allowed them to trade fish for much-needed medical supplies. Qin’s father was among the few chosen to trade in Reunion, where he met her. A young Kha woman with dark skin and golden eyes, with scales black as a beautiful midnight. Her lovely smile stole his heart and he would never want to leave this place again. As time went on and trading continued, Qin’s father spent more time with her, even staying for nights on end. Eventually he would never return to the Ruby Sea again.

After living together in the Steppe for a time, the Kha woman would welcome a new life into the world; Half Xaela, Half Hyur. In spite of their love and preparation, nothing they could teach would steel Qin for the lifetime of bullying and bigotry that awaited him. Not fully Xaela. Not fully Hyur. He was stuck in between, constantly struggling to find the place where he fit among them. How do you teach your child to protect themselves from a word they shouldn't have to understand? Discrimination. In spite of being shunned by most of the Xaela, his mother taught him the ways of their people while his father, the pirate, would teach Qin how to defend himself. Even if it meant fighting dirty.

For years he endured, strengthened by the lessons of his parents…And of their people. His people. Qin became an excellent hunter, quite skilled with the bow handed down to him from his grandfather, using his prowess to bring home game for his parents to trade in Reunion. He held his own, proving that not only had he survived but that he thrived, able to protect himself and provide for his family. Amongst Xaela who prided strength above most else, he had at least earned a measure of respect. However, Qin would find his adventuring heart longing to experience the lands his father had spoken of until he, like his father, would leave the land he had known in search of more.

Current

Nowadays, Qin spends his life in Ishgard, working diligently as an engineer for the Skysteel Manufactory, residing within the newly built Empyreum. With old comrades and new, they run a new company where Qin happily spends his days crafting firearms and any invention that comes to mind.

How he found himself where he is now is shrouded in a haze of fractured memories. Bits and pieces of his past life as a mercenary, familiar faces forever blurred, a life in Limsa Lominsa running a company with a forgotten name with freelance adventurers and dear friends alike, all lost in the recesses of Qin’s mind to never recover no matter how much he has tried.

But as old memories fade, new ones arise with just as much curiosity…

The sting of ice and the stench of blood fill Qin’s senses as he stands alone in the alleyways of the Brume.

Or so he thought…

The flutter of wings and a bright turquoise light radiates around him, a memory that shines bright in his mind. A small colorful hummingbird, an uncanny resemblance to the tattoo, perches on his right shoulder. He remembered the voice, a warm voice that brought peace to his very soul. An assurance that even through all of his heartbreak, through all of this fear and doubt and darkness, that there was light, that there was a bright future ahead. Since that day, he came to know this small creature as Sorianna, his guardian, his friend.

One shot "Time was still"

Time was still, yet the signs of an unhurried morning slowly peaked it’s sleeping head out from the horizon. It was dark, still, and the silence deafened any and all ears, though slight movement could be heard from the single occupant within the small confines which the man, who sat at his desk, called an office. With whiskey on his breath, and the embers dancing to their death in a dying fireplace, there was life in this abyss of an office, yes….but it was as if time itself had ceased to be.

A striking eye of gold pierced through the ebony darkness, a feature that always caught anyone’s attention as it shimmered alongside it’s brother eye of chartreuse green, the two scanning the room. From a desk of elder wood and hanging uniforms with tattered, patched holes, to retired guns and a beaten down bow that out-ages it’s current master, there was history in this room. His mind leapt into wandering as his eyes reminisced, memories flooding his mind as he downcast his gaze to the hands that sat before him, one of which held his favorite beverage, whilst the other held something more…

An azure crystal that filled its surroundings with radiance, the crystal was held together by a tattered leather string, decorated with beads to match. A thumb caressed the crystal with affection, this object, this crystal, it meant something to him. His hand gripped and clutched his precious possession…

An abrupt sound of glass broke the eerie silence.

Red, crimson liquid dripped from the halfling’s grasp as shards of the once bottle of whiskey embedded into a callous hand. Overwhelming feelings washed over the small half-Xaela, with tears forming slowly whilst mouth gaping for a scream that never came. Frustration, a clutched bloodied hand raised up, only to crash down onto the elder wood of the desk. The desk was stained with blood, tears, and emotions….yet time was still.

Comfort never came. The only solace Qin could find was rocking his body, back and forth, back and forth, a rhythm that his body knew too well. Over and over, as if a babe in its crib. Doubt filled his heart as the golden eye never left the glisten of the crystal. It was his anchor, his strength, and yet….the darkness, the bastard who went unseen, ate at him, as if a wolf starved of elk, ripping and tearing at his corpse with no end in sight. His heart, soul, his body felt numb. Hues of pink and orange hinted from the outside world, a new dawn was approaching.

Fear, his worst enemy. Failure, doubt, the willingness to believe in himself…it was shattering every fiber in his being, chipping away at the little hope that remained.

Yet time was still.

Qin and Sarnai Kha

Sarnai and Qin had formed an unbreakable friendship as children. You would think they were bothers and sisters, given how close they were. Growing up and living next door to each other, their families practically did everything together. It would have fooled anyone into thinking they were just one big family.

The pair would always start their day doing morning chores together before running off and playing. Sarnai and Qin were so inseparable that their own mothers used to tease them, asking if Qin would be the next Khagan and Sarnai his Nhaama. This obviously embarrassed the two, but everyone knew if fate had kept on its path, they would have ended up together as a bonded pair.

Sadly, that day never came. Sarnai had returned to the lifestream at the tender age of 8 after a tragic hunting accident on Qin's 10th birthday. The young boy had cornered a small game animal, but the commotion had attracted a baras, which had attacked him and Sarnai. It had left Qin with only minor injuries, but his sister... While it was never entirely his fault, he still carried her death in his heart. He was foolish and naive, only wanting to prove his worth. His ego and desire to constantly fit in had led to his sister's fate.

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv oc #xaela #ffxiv rp #ffxiv wol #roleplay

[the-salem-devil]

          -RULES AND REGULATIONS-

“What’s about to happen should be painless, if you do what I say.”

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REQUESTS THAT WILL BE DENIED:

-Any form of incest, whether they’re related physically or emotionally, and that goes for both sexual and romantic asks.

-Any kind of adult/child relationships, it doesn’t matter how old the characters actually is, if they look like a child, I will not write them romantically or sexually with a adult looking character.

-Unsavoury topics such as, but not limited to:

-Non-Con.

-Physical abuse.

-Mental abuse, (Yandere characters are excused from this rule, since it’s known to be bad.)

-Kinks such as, but not limited to, Knife play, gun play, non-con play, extreme blood play and age play.

-Any form of sexual age regression, as previously mentioned, age play is strictly forbidden in my asks, but I’m willing to do platonic/romantic caretakers as long as it stays clean!

I’m allowed to deny any request that makes me feel uncomfortable even if it finds a loophole in my rules.

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REQUESTS THAT WILL BE ACCEPTED.

-NSFW head-cannons and fan-fiction, if they adhere to the rules up above.

-Anonymous asks, I understand some like their privacy.

-Romantic asks, whether it’s a canon or fanon ship of two characters on the show, or a /reader ask, it’ll be accepted!

-Platonic asks, again, whether it’s canon, fanon, or reader/Oc’s!

-AU’s, have a certain idea in mind for a character? I’m happy to add it in if you spill the juicy details, there’s no such thing as a too long ask, I’d read a novel long ask of your amazing idea.

-Imagine asks or react head-cannons, if you have a certain situation in mind, and would like to see how certain character/characters would react, don’t be afraid to ask, just specify which ones.

-I will do readers of all genders, or no gender if that’s what you want! I personally identify as non-binary (bigender, they/them) so this is a very safe space if you want a trans or nonbinary reader.

-There isn’t much I won’t do, but again, if I feel uncomfortable writing something, do not pressure me or spam me to do it, I am a person too!

-This was sent into a request, it was monster fucking, that will remain a grey area as some are more unsavoury than others, just send in your ask and I’ll decide then.

-If you find your request falls into a grey area, or you just aren’t sure, go ahead and ask anyway! I won’t get upset, if I decide I don’t like it than I will update my rules for better clarity.-

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FANDOMS I AM WILLING TO WRITE FOR:

This list will update constantly, I am always consuming content and getting over certain things, so don’t think of this as written in stone.

-THE OWL HOUSE.-

-LOVESTRUCK VOLTAGE-

-SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH SUNNY DAY JACK-

(GO TO MY ALT ACCOUNT @unholycringebirther)

-MY DEAR HATCHET MAN-

-YOUR BOYFRIEND (GAME)-

-JOHN DOE (GAME)-

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FIN.

“Try to stay out of trouble, the emperor is not a merciful man.”

#rules #rules and regulations #the owl house #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack #john doe #john doe game #my dear hatchet man #mdhm #your boyfriend game #havenfall is for lovers

[yourmamakira]

OLD. Masters List/

NAVIGATION !

CC! = Content Creators (IRL, Real people or people who play that character)

C! = Cannon (The person in the show, or whatever the actual character being protraid or played)

Rules !

NOT OKAY :

Kinks:

Vomit Kink

Spit Kink

Age play

Necrophilia

Pedophilia

Zoophilia

Piss Kink

Shit Kink

Disabilitys Kink...?

R@pe

Non consensual Sexual Activities

Ex: Touching. Kissing. (Get it?)

I will not write anything NSFW about minors. If requested, you will be ignored. UNLESS Aged up (But it still depends)

Ships;

Ships without people who don't wanna be shipped

Ships with a minor and an adult

Very weird ships in general

- (Its not that hard to find out who wants and don't want to be shipped)

OKAY TO REQUEST☐:

Anything that's not Above. But obviously The basics, If you don't know what's okay to request. DM Me on here!

WHO I WRITE FOR: [link]

— A list of who I write for, leave any recommendations and I'll check them out and add them!

WORK LISTS !

FOLLOWER SPECIALS:

70 followers Special! - CC! AS ANIMALS

MINI LISTS:

Simpy asks! [1]

Prompts Master list

SERIES:

Yandere!Smp Members

Band Boizs!

It's a Beach Party!

Alphabet Game..! [Letter Hub]

The way you said "I love you" • Hub

PROMPT LIST(S):

Romantic Propmts List...(1)

Ansgty Prompts List [1]

Fluff propmts List [1]

NSFW (smut) Prompts List [1]

Enemies to lovers Prompts List [1]

Gentle Love Prompts List

HEADCANNONS:

C!SMP FLUFF/ROMANCE HC's

Smp S/O As Animals - P1

CC! Members AS ANIMALS - P1

Scary Movies W/Members…(COMING NEXT YEAR!)

The BP post you on national GF Day…(COMING SOON!)

YOUTUBERS !

MCYT COMMUNITY :

Wilbur soot oneshots List

Play me a Tune...

Jealousy, Jealousy

Dream oneshots List

Fucking bet.

Peek a Boo! - Yandere!Dwt

Sleepless

Vidcon -

Shopping with Dream Team

Posting Their S/O

Horror movies w/ DT

TECHNOBLADE:

DISCONTINUED! (Work)

DISCONTINUED CATEGORY !

SAM & COLBY :

Nothing here yet...

The GroupChatPodcast :

Nothing here yet…

MOVIES !

IT [2017] :

HENRY BOWERS:

“Boys gon' soft”

The Black Phone :

TBP CAST:

Posting their S/O— (coming soon..!)

GHOST BOYS + FIN:

How the GB+F would celebrate your birthday…(COMING SOON!)

VANCE HOPPER:

“Falling for the Villain” (coming soon!)

Mid90s :

How the Mid90s Boys would ask you out...(COMING SOON!)

Spider-man, ATSV, ITSV :

MILES MORALES:

" Catastrophic damage "

The Maze Runner :

Nothing there yet...

SHOWS !

Umbrella Academy :

Nothing here yet...

The Walking Dead :

Nothing here yet…

Teen Wolf :

Nothing here yet...

Supernatural :

Nothing here yet...

Shameless :

Noting here yet...

Sweet home :

Noting here yet...

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#fluff prompts #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #hindi apno ki bhasha sapno ki bhasha #sapnap #karl jacobs #technoblade #nonbinary #wilbut soot #niki #teen wolf #the maze runner #sam and colby #youtube #kira speaks #Mid90s smith #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #wattpad #stranger things #wattpad writer #sam and colby x reader #tmr x reader #the walking dead #the umbrella academy #the black phone #it 2017

[dragonfly0808]

003, Flora and 003 Tecna

Flora

How I feel about this character: I LOVE her, she was always my fave winx and I just always adored that such a soft and kind character also got to be a badass and a warrior.A

Also, I really appreciated her as an introvert cause like, so often introverted characters have that, ‘let your hair down and become a party animal!’ Arc and I’m so glad that Flora was allowed to stay soft throughout the series and was also shown to be a nerd, even if that was more in s1.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Helia (those 2 were my first OTP). Aisha and for a hot second Brandon, mostly cause of that one episode where Diaspro is kidnapped.

My non-romantic OTP of this character: Yall already know, of course Riven. I mean come on, they had so much potential to be besties.

My unpopular opinion about this character: mmm, I don’t know if this is unpopular but I always saw her as the 2nd most powerful and wish she would’ve gotten more explored in that aspect.

One thing I wish would’ve happened in canon: I wish we could’ve explored her more nerdy side like in s1 that she was good with potions. Also the power thing, I wish we would’ve gotten to see more of her powers. (She should’ve been center-stage for the Diana plotline of s4)

Het ship: Helia x Flora

Fem ship: Flora x Aisha

OTP: Helia x Flora

OT3: uummm… I’ll say Flora x Helia x Riven cause I can honestly kinda picture it

Cross over ship: I don’t really do cross over ships so I’m making these up on the spot ajjajaa. I’ll say either Flora x Luka from MLB cause he’s a bit similar to Helia and my blueberry boy deserves so much better or Flora x Soren from the Dragon Prince. Don’t ask me why, it just popped into my head and now I can’t get that idea out.

My kink: so I’m not sure what I’m supposed to put here, also I’m asexual as fuck so I’ll leave it empty

A head cannon fact: she’s amazing with potions

Tecna

How I feel about this character: Love her, deserved better. I’ll be honest I always thought she was cool but she didn’t really make me fall in love with her til s2 when she freaks out during the Wildlands arc. Also love her fashion sense and how she’s kinda representation for neurodiverse gals.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Timmy and Musa. Honorable mention: Riven and Bloom

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tecna x Nabu/Flora

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think some people portray her as the one with the braincells and keeping the girls from danger/stupid decisions which, Tecna is VERY smart but she’s just as impulsive and prone to going head-first into danger as the others.

One thing I wish would’ve happened in canon: I just wish she would’ve gotten more focus and we got to see her develop a little more while keeping her unique charm and maybe a plotline confirming she’s autistic or smth like that.

Het ship: Tecna x Timmy

Fem ship: Tecna x Musa

OTP: Tecna x Timmy

OT3: Tecna x Flora x Nabu, when I was writing the non-romantic bit I realize I can kinda see these three working out for some reason ajjajajaa

Cross over ship: Tecna x… why do I wanna say Jason Todd? Or Tecna x Sokka from Avatar, I think those two would be hilarious and really cute

Head canon fact: I can’t think of anything to put here

#winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx bloom #winx flora #winx brandon #winx helia #winx tecna #winx timmy #winx musa #winx nabu #winx headcannons #helia x flora #flora x helia #Riven x flora #winx headcanons #tecna x timmy #timmy x tecna

[countessofravenclaw]

Do you also like Winx Club? favorite season? Favorite character? Favorite ship (canon, non-canon, crack ship included)? Favorite transformation?

Hi anon! Yes, in fact, I adore Winx Club... or the first 4 seasons, but that's basically the norm. I am european and once upon time when I was bored, I watched some ep of S2 after watching Poppixie and then I was hooked. I did kind o see seasons out of wider and maybe saw S5 before 3 and so on, but now I have watched the while thing... excluding S8. Oh, I also have not see Fate, and probably won't in the near future

Favorite season

Well this is going to be a cop-out, but I gotta be S3. I mean there is no answer. The best character development, storytelling, transformations, and world-building. If you want a better explanation, go see Tomas Vaccaro's video on the topic. I agree with pretty much everything they say.

Character

I don't know how surprising this is, given my love for Nina Simonetti, but it definitely is Flora. She is just a sweetheart and we love a shy girl who gains confidence and gets the guy of her dreams. Plus I adore nature-based powers in general. I also think that Flora was absolutely the punching bag or the show when it came to fights and she deserves justice

Ship

Canon: I mean, It is Flora and Helia, no questions asked. They have such a sweet vibe (and just tab bit Gastinaesc). How can you not love them? They also are so underrated and NEEDED MORE SCREEN TIME. Plus don't speak to me about S5 and Crystal or about the S6 conflict. I do wanna say that I love Tecna and Timmy, Stella and Brandon, and Aisha and Nabu as well.

I am sorry to say that I am not well versed at all on non-cannon or crack ships in this fandom. (Suprise surprise!) So I can't comment.

Transformation

Again another cop-out: It has to be enchantix. That transformation has the best concept and designs and actually felt like a natural evolution from the base forms. It allows all ten girls to shine as individuals.

That being said I also really love Bloomix... hear me out here... the designs are absolute fire and the concept of the girls all being able to harness the dragon flame is very intriguing... but it falls flat in the execution: Another Tomas video from reference. Also the name just sucks. Bloomix? Really. Bloom already is the most overrated main character in the world and you all know how I hate a seemingly perfect main character who is not allowed to have flaws (My biggest issues with Luna Valente, even when I love her). She does not need a transformation named after her! It should have been called dragonix, or fireix, or what Vaccaro calls it in their rewrites; Ardorix.

Anon, this was really fun. Thanks for sending this. Let this show to all my other followers and mutuals, that I am mainly a DCLA blog, but I am always up to talk about other stuff I love because there is a lot. So keep sending asks, because I don't get a bunch outside of ask-games. It is always a delight when I get ones like this. They can be DCLA related as well. and I have all my other fandoms listed in my pinned post

#Winx Club #Ask #Thank you #You made my day

[shamelessloverhairdopainter]

Sorry for a long wait months for my next OC profile. Life in school got busy they're so I'm going to show your character I just made today who I fall in love with. And he's from the Power ranger universe

OC profile

Name: Joey Lynn Kicker

Parents: Lily and Earl Kicker

Siblings: Has one older brother five other younger siblings

Height: 5'4

Place of birth: Mississippi

Hair: have dreads/braids

Race: black American

Sexuality: Demisexual homomorantic

Power ranger team: Jungle fury

Ranger color: silver and his beast spirit is a rabbit

Relationship/ship: Dominic Hargan (the rhino ranger)

Liking: likes to cook, thinking to himself, being in nature, country music, and running

Dislikes: huge crowds, loud noises, and Reading

Personality: He is quiet and a peaceful guy. From being and living in the country he has great gratitude and kindness always saying that his parents tried to raise him right. But does have a little bit of insecurities mostly about inheriting the rabbit spirit Power who sometimes he does feel like it should go to his brother not him. But other than that he's a hard-working kind person and always try to be humble to others

Outfits: his favorite outfit that he likes to wear is his country clothing being a button-down shirt and jeans

(like right here). But does wear sweatpants from time to time and where's the pizzeria uniform whatever he helps out at the pizzeria

Other details: yes he does have a country/ southern accent, he does collect other cowboy stuff like hats, boots, and belts but the more rare expensive they are the less likely he's going to wear it. And he can easily wake up at 5:00 in the morning if he choose

Backstory/history: was the second born of Lily and Earl Kicker out of a family of seven. Who his parents and his family owned a lot of land who his child has been mostly been helping around the farm helping with animals and playing with his siblings and keeping them safe. His family does have one big secret in a family tradition is that passing on the power of the rabbit spirit. Whoever's the oldest of the siblings get to inherit it first who his older brother Malachi is the oldest making him to get the power first. But his older brother did something that was not good in the family's eyes who he killed a person in the hit and run. Who from this they stopped teaching him the ways of the rabbit spirit who Earl instead teach it to his second oldest being Joey who use only at the age of 11 at the time. Who he trained for 7 years Non-Stop every day and every night working on his leg speed and his leg strength. once he was 17 his dad believed that he learned everything that he needs to know at least from him who give him the location of the pizzeria to find RJ to teach him more about the rabbit power (even know RJ does not know anything about the rabbit's power)

Some head cannons

Joey's accent in some people's eyes it is attractive it's one of the reasons why Dominic fall in love with him. But they also brings a lot of attention from girls who just come into Jungle Karma Pizza just to listen to him speak

Dominic and the other rangers do not let him go to the city all by himself there's been a bunch of times where he actually gets lost either two things things happen either calls Dominic and the other rangers help him or to find him. And second from his nice personality was able to get a random person help him find his way back to the pizzeria is mostly the first choice is the more common one.

When Dominic first met him and Joey first joined the team. He didn't know that he like guys until that point what made him fall in love with him was again the country boy ecstatic but also how he think it's funny and cute on how oblivious he is to his pranks and his jokes. Who normally take Joey a couple days to get it. Joey fall in love with Dominic because of well his jokes and his pranks to he never know what to expect who he always loves.

Dominic extend conversations just to hear him speak who Joey does not realize who Dominic think is cute

Dominic will also put on pranks on girls who don't get the hint. But he always give them warnings like putting his arms around him kissing him but when they don't they get prank. Joey does not really care for it but he think is funny though.

(The model for Joey)

(I hope you guys enjoy this one sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes and I hope you guys have a great holiday).

(as well any questions on his character just ask).

#OC #Power ranger #Power ranger OC #silver ranger #new OC #unknown model

[brick-a-doodle-do]

BRICK! YOUR TURN!!!!!!!!!! HAVE MANY QUESTIONS!

You do not have to answer them all

I definitely didn't steal some of your questions because you ask really good questions and my brain struggled to think of any new ones...

favourite dsmp era?

what song do you think will be #1 on your spotify wrapped?

the reason you got into g/t?

favourite season?

chocolate or vanilla?

top 3 dsmp members (yes I'll make you pick 3 >:D)

a trope you wish came up more in gt/non g/t

favourite trope outside of gt

if you had a choice of a date, would you go to a restaurant or a movie?

favourite Broadway show (this is an essential question Brick)

do you believe in star signs and if they're accurate?

favourite head cannon you've come up with (gimme, gimmie, gimmie)

favourite c! ship? (any fandom and what one)

drawing or writing?

digital or traditional drawing?

acyrlic paint or water colour?

are you left handed or right handed? ambidextrous?

what's your or fav eye colour

first dsmp cc you watched?

Do you have YouTube Premium, or do you value money?

t!george & g!dream or g!george & t!dream?

favourite au in this fandom? If I don't get a link, Imma be sad.

If you could meet only one dsmp member irl, who would you meet?

thoughts on the people trying to speak to you about your cars extended warranty?

all time fav movie?

what's something you wished you received more of on your blog?

are you mad at me for poaching your questions?

and finally, have you ever had a secret account? (for any platform)

M A N Y W O R D S . . .

LOVE YOU GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG HI THANK YOU ILYSM !!!!!!

i will answer them all because you answered them all, it's only fair :D

pff that's totally fine, i was hoping you would cause some of these i have the answer for locked and loaded dsjfhgdnf

POGTOPIA!!! (AS OF RIGHT NOW) and I mean the pogtopia where techno and tommy are bonding, dream is teaming up with them to fight wars, tommy and sapnap and sam are making drugs, c!quackity hasn't gone all serious yet (i still love when he is don't get me wrong, you can't ever get a bad c!quackity), niki's helping commit arson and destroy a tower, like that shit is good and something i really enjoy. but pogtopia is on thin ice rn because of fucking pogtopia!wilbur, like i'm so pissed at him right now, leave tommy alone so he can bond with his friends :( ANSHDNF SORRY FOR THAT RAMBLE

oh gosh there's so many songs that i've listened to on repeat, i have a tendency to do that for certain events, no clue why,,,, but i think it'll probably be out of my league or the masochism tango. or some broadway song---i hope it's not the story of the phantom istg

dsmp, ngl. i've always liked that whole mini thing and didn't really know it was g/t (like you) but once i did, the first thing that popped up while scrolling this app on the g/t tag was dsmp g/t, and i think that's pretty funny because at the time i knew what the dsmp was but wasn't particularly interested in it, and i joined the fandom as soon as i saw those g/t posts. both fandoms helped each other lmaoo

fall primarily, but summer vibes can be nice

quackity, wilbur and george, they're my beloveds and i'll hold them close C: (in no specific order..)

i require more spider-man!tommy aus, i love them dearly. but as for tropes i kind of wish that there were more immortality fics without a happy ending. (spoilers for passerine and his curse of binding), pass!techno got to finish his life and hcob tommy got to live past 16, like that's a good ending (and let's be honest i sobbed at "there, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single gray hair" but STILL for g/t, i want a fic where there's a colony in a craft store, because imagine the possibilities!!!! there's mini furniture in there, tons of things to make more furniture, and no matter how much they take, the store still gets to restock, because who would think a rat would take crafting supplies?

i'd probably go to a restaurant, but not a fancy one, because i really don't think that going to a movie theatre is all that romantic,,,

HAMILTON!! heathers is close behind, then probably rent and six :D

i kind of do, i can't say that i don't because yk there's no proof that they don't and there's a lot of things that make me think they do,,

ohhhh i don't think of headcannons ever,,, so i'm going to resort to using my own aus and my own worldbuilding session to give you this: curiosity!wilbur, after the two of them get out (:0), wilbur is extremely paranoid of doors, like he leaves the door to everyone's room cracked open, and hates leaving the house or going into it. the first time he went to tommy's house, it took techno dragging him in by the collar to get him inside, to which he was not happy,,

if it has to be a canon ship, then probably schlatt & quackity (at least i think it was canon) but again that's really based on lore so maybe karlnapity,,, anyway um for fanon, tnt duo is always >>> (can you tell i like quackity? lmao) and i in no way want them to get together, i just want that awkward romance, the whole thing with wilbur being for it and quackity being entirely unamused, i love that

writing, can't draw for the life of me lmao

traditional if i don't have a stylus

probably acrylic

i'm left handed!! :D

my eyes are brown and i like maroon-y eyes (looking at you wilbur, quackity, and george)

i actually have no fucking clue, i've been trying to remember for a good half a year now. i'm going to go see if i can find it and update you,,,,, okay nope i can't find it. but it's gotta be ranboo, there's no way it's not---i watched him so early, he's the first cc i followed on twitch AND the first cc i subbed to on youtube so it's gotta be him. i can very briefly recall watching something that looked a lot like lore (or at least they were on the server) and it was when i was searching up dsmp content, and i've narrowed that video down to one of three people: tommy, george, or one of those dsmp channels that follows lore. not sure which it was, don't think i ever will :'D

i value money, i'm not sure why someone would ever want youtube premium

ooooh that's a hard one, i think i'm going to say t!george and g!dream, the classic. but that's not to say that i don't love a t!dream

ooohohohoh okay hmm a classic answer would be tiny streamer au by @.corysmiles because who doesn't like a good ol' classic au? :D hmm close to that is supervillain and super...tiny? also by cory cause the interaction between tommy & wilbur in chapter two is just JSHGDNF /pos AND OH I FORGOT SUPERMARKET AU!! THAT FUCKING THING IS SUCH /VPOS IT'S JUST THE BEST THING TO EVER EXIST!! and lastly giant foster au. all basic answers because my g/t interest stays confined to tumblr and only this circle of creators lmaoo

honestly i really wouldn't want to meet any of them cuz idk social things but probably quackity, he seems genuinely so sweet, then maybe tommy? i think he'd be really easy to talk to :D

...............

ooh that's so difficult!!! :( but i think it's going to be the fear street trilogy, and if you want a specific movie, then fear street: 1978 (the second one) cause C'MON ITS SO GOOD!! and IT is always top tier for me despite the movie being shit,,,,

honestly i don't rlly know, because i get asks both when i'm asking and i'm not asking, and i think i get a pretty good amount of attention on my fics, there's not really a thing i would change :D because my goal was 100 followers and now i've achieved that, so i'm just kinda vibing here now,,

no i'd never be mad at you, these questions are lovely :D

*looks at this account* okay but seriously speaking, no one irl knows of this account,, and as for secret to this community, i did have a sideblog for a bit to interact with another one of my interests but i decided to get rid of it C:

BECKY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE!!!! I LOVE ANSWERING QUESTIONS >:DDD

#brickquiries #beckyu #THANK YOUUUU #talking brick

[shadethechangingman]

Morning :) So, for the DC ask me, how about #5, #6, #7, #19 and #33?

Good morning!!!!!!!!

5. Favorite character?

ORIONNNN rips him apart like a chew toy so like I actually really didnt like him for a long time caus my understanding of him was based on some bad fanfic id read and justice league odyssey. and then i saw someone on a forum say he had a gay best friend and then i read new gods and i liked him more than LR actually and i had to edit all my JLO posts calling him boring and terrible

6. Favorite cannon ship?

[Image ID: Two panels from different comics. The first is Frost-bite leaning against a workbench in the garage, speaking to Off-Ramp. The second panel is Starfire talking to Arsenal.]

FROSTRAMP!! and sadly still roykory i think it could have been fine with a different writer and artist bc they were my fave characters always so im like well. i could fix them. i dont even have art from when they were actually dating on my computer 7. Favorite non-cannon ship?

LIGHTRION!!! ohhhhhh the immortal devotion lightrays plunge into the war to ensure his friend wouldnt be alone. step into my healing light oh lightray i am so sorry my friend my comrade ok bye. im dead

19. Favorite superhero family?

ok so i dont draw or post them but out of the groups i consider "families" i am gonna say aquafam. "iggy you hate 4 of the main ones and are neutral on the fifth" yes its true but i would live and die for koryak lorena deep blue jackson & ha'wea nuada sheeva lagoon boy + blubber. also i like 90s arthur genuinely. regular arthur is OK usually 33. Batman the animated series or Superman the animated series?

NEITHER SADLY one day ill get through all of it but i have a hard time w the pacing and dini/timm's pseudo cuck girlfriend swap stuff and also i really. really. hate it making creeper into joker 2 (actually TNBA i think but. still). i dont have any nostalgia to carry me through them bc when i was a kid JLU the batman + LOSH were on and those were really my "batman and superman" cartoons

STAS i think had the orion episode where he flies through the boom tube into a crowd of people his harness falls apart and he eats shit against a wall though so like big kudos bc i keep a video of that on my phone

#iggyanswers #jonsei93 #justixw league comix

[summer-time]

Dusting the crumbs

Summary: The chase ends.

Pairings: Crosshair/fem!Mesh'la; Hunter/male!Cyare; Tech/Cyar'ika; Wrecker/Ad'ika

Tags: possessive behavior; stalking; yandere!Bad Batch; general possessiveness; non-consensual tracking; loss of consciousness; allusion about non-consensual binding; controlling behavior; unreliable narrator; Crosshair can't tell the difference between love and ownership. All the fugitives are without physical description.

Mesh'la uses she/her pronouns; she identifies as a female

Cyare uses he/him pronouns; he identifies as a male

Cyar'ika uses she/her pronouns; she is a Twi'lek

Ad'ika uses they/them pronouns

Note: so, after a long pause, here I am! This chapter is not very long, I know, but I wanted to close the Chase Arc before going to the next one :) hopefully you will like the little brotherly banter I wrote and the conclusion of the chase.

As always, this is the sequel of "Finding the crumbs": you can find them also under the tag "crumbs AU". If you want to ask me about this universe of mine, don't hesitate! My inbox is always open for everyone :)

Taglist: @lackofhonor ; @archdag (if you want to be added, just leave a comment here or dm me!)

The sounds of blasters were filling the air: some hit the ground, some hit the rocks - where they were hidden, crouched in a defensive position despite their advantage - and some hit the metal of their transports. It wasn't an ideal situation, with them unable to move. Crosshair hated it with passion.

"Wrecker, if your next shock-grenade falls too close to my Cyare again, you will be on barrack duty for the rest of your life." - Hunter barked, mouth set in an angry snarl.

"It's not my fault!" - his vod complained childishly, nose scrunched - "They keep moving! I was aiming for their cannon!"

"Then throw the grenade out of their proximity! The shock should hit it the same" - Tech quipped shortly before ducking behind their rock again, a shot nearly hitting his helmet.

"It needs to be close to work!" - Wrecker growled, annoyed that they were questioning his weapons' knowledge.

"At least they can't escape now." - Hunter nearly grinned at Tech, savoring their victory, but a quick succession of shots forced him to move deeper behind their cover, heavy curses leaving his mouth. Crosshair nearly snickered at the scene: his Mesh'la didn't play around, not this time. It was common for all of them to play various scenarios to prepare their riduur for a joint mission, but usually his Mesh'la was more at ease and not nearly this deadly.

"Cross, take out your riduur before I get angry!" - his vod lashed out.

"I would if any of them actually showed up from their hide." - his voice was monotone as always, but they were clever, his Mesh'la instructed them well: none took the chance to expose themself and Crosshair could only give shots of support for Wrecker and his special toys. It was unfortunate that their riduur were also using the little cannon of their vessel to keep them at bay.

Not that they could go anywhere else with their ship on fire.

That was a beautiful shot, just before Tech's Cyar'ika could even put a foot into the platform; a delicate work that even Hunter was impressed by it. Wrecker had rejoiced like it was the best thing he ever witnessed, the great baby, while Tech had simply smirked before drowning all of them on the calculation on how long the fight could take, counting how his Mesh'la would plan for the clash.

"This will do nicely!" - Crosshair glanced at his vod: an innocent-looking metallic ball was on Wrecker's hand, a blue glow surrounding the button. He raised his eyebrows: it seemed his brother was finally fed up with waiting for his Ad'ika to come to him willingly. So impatient, the sniper thought fondly.

"Tech, what we should aspect? I don't want any surprises." - Hunter growled, a hint of concern in his gaze.

"Dizziness, nausea, headaches, maybe vomit, loss of consciousness, and loss of balance and maybe vision and earing for a little while." - Tech paused, seemingly to recall other possible countereffects. - "These bombs were created with the human physique in mind, so they shouldn't do any serious damage, but I am downloading possible treatments as soon as we are safe on the Marauder."

"Good. Wrecker, please proceed but be careful. We don't want to hurt any of them: they are scared enough."

With a shout of joy, his vod threw the bomb towards their lovers, and - for a slit of second - Crosshair could almost taste the victory on his tongue. His Mesh'la was coming home: nobody could stay awake when this little device exploded.

But then a shouts, an order of some kind from Hunter's Cyare, and all the shots stopped, just before the bomb hit the ground and Crosshair's brain halted because - what they were doing? How could they recognize that device? Wrecker and some other elite clones were the only ones that could use that weapon!

And then the device exploded.

The silence was defeating. The fire from the ship continued to burn, but it seemed quieter somehow. But it didn't matter: the Batch had them, the chase was over.

Crosshair jumped out from his hiding spot, running towards his Mesh'la, his vode quick behind him. He would see her again after so many days, weeks, months without her presence. He needed to cradle her near his chest, to hide her and keep her safe: she couldn't leave him ever again. He would die before allowing her some kind of departure from him.

He ignored the bodies lying near him, knowing his brothers would certainly be eager to reunite with their lovers. He strode past them all, only kneeling in front of his beautiful Mesh'la: the sniper grinned at her sight, marveling at how lucky he was for choosing such strong riduur.

For she was still awake, her eyes glazing unfocused at the sky, even if she was completely confused and seeming unresponsive.

He touched her face reverently, savoring her cool skin against his fingers and smiling more as her eyes focused on his face: she could recognize him even in her state. If this wasn't love, Crosshair couldn't say what was.

"Hello, Mesh'la." - it wouldn't be good to burden further with his displeasure on her little rebellion. They had time for that.

"Get out." - her flat response halted his movements for a second before his brain caught her meaning: was she convinced they were in a room? Was the bomb too strong?

"Don't worry, my Mesh'la. You will be better soon." - Crosshair stroked her hair gently, moving them from her sweating face, heart nearly bursting with love: he couldn't wait to do a shower together again. He missed washing her hair.

"Not an object. Not an object. Not an object. Not an ob- ..." - she murmured before the sniper cupped her face into his hands, stealing all her little attention on him.

"I love you."

"You really don't. All you see is an object that you think it's yours. I'm not an object. I never was." - why this again. Crosshair ground his teeth, muscles spasming from the sheer force. He tried to contain his anger: his Mesh'la was here, was safe, all was good.

"I love you, you know that. All of this was to be with you again. All of this chase was to find you and the others, to bring you all home, where you are safe. We belong together, all of us. You belong with me." - the sniper tried to express his passion, his burning obsession love. Why couldn't she see it?

"Crosshair. Get out."

He shook his head: his Mesh'la wasn't thinking straight. A good night of sleep should suffice to clear her mind. Then they would talk, and she would say sorry for all the troubles she had created.

But for now, Crosshair pulled her body up, scoping her into his arms - as she lost consciousness - and he followed his vode towards the Marauder.

Finally, the chase was over.

#the bad batch #star wars #writing #fanfiction #summer sing #star wars the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb #yandere wrecker #yandere crosshair #yandere hunter #yandere clones #yandere tech #crumbs au #crosshair x reader

[roanniom]

The Night That Follows

Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 8,000~ 

Summary: While celebrating a successful mission, you and Poe accidently ingest a mysterious beverage that makes it hard to resist one another, helping you forget the stress that weighs you down and the friendship that you’ve been holding between you two as a shield. 

Note: This is my first ever non-ADCU fic and it is dedicated to the ever lovely and supportive @paper-n-ashes who urged me to get out of my comfort zone and cheered me on.  

Warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, sex pollen, drugged drink (it’s drugged with the sex pollen by a 3rd party and not with malicious intent but it still might be triggering), masturbation (f/m), PIV sex, unprotected sex, war-related angst 

When people talk about war, they often discuss the paralyzing fear, the numbing depression. Hopelessness that spreads through your veins like cold water as you face immeasurable odds and stare death in the face day after day. And you can attest to these feelings. You experience them with each dawn that breaks, muddy in the sky regardless of the atmosphere shrouding whatever planet you find yourself waking on each morning. Your life is transient, full of ships and bases and camps. The constants are the clothes on your back, the friends in your squadron (those who survive), and the x-wing you hop in each time danger calls.

The other constant is the part of war that people do not discuss. The rush of adrenaline every time you make it out of a tough scrape. Adrenaline that burns your veins, evaporating the icy hopelessness that had flooded you up until the minute your boots hit turf and your jellied knees catch up to the reality that you are still very much alive. The euphoria that crackles in your brain when you spy your best mate zooming down from above, finally landing and throwing themselves into your arms in the hug you never thought you’d experience again after their coms had gone down in a fire fight. The absolute debauchery of a night of celebration after such a fire fight. Because nobody needs to live quite as much as those who may die.

Which is how you find yourself here, on this non-descript jungle planet, the name of which you didn’t catch during your descent because honestly there have been so many jungle planets and they have all become little more than coordinates on a screen to you at this point. You and your squad have been set up with a mini-festival by the resistance-sympathizing locals as a thank you for your recent decimation of their First Order oppressors. The operation had been pretty seamless, thanks in no small part to the excellent teamwork between you and a one Poe Dameron.

Your flying today had rivaled some of his best, which is certainly saying something since Poe prides himself on being the best pilot in the resistance. You certainly gave him a run for his money, outflying TIE fighters and swiveling shuttle cannons in a perfectly choreographed tandem maneuver wherein the two of you manipulated your assailants to ultimately destroy themselves.

As you knock back a burning shot of the local alcoholic beverage, the liquid tingling and warming you all the way down, you search the triumphant crowd for the cocky pilot who had helped you set the stage for this celebration. You wouldn’t dwell on the earlier events of the day much more tonight. Wouldn’t think much of the comrades you’d lost in the struggle. That was an ache that would throb back to life tomorrow. Tonight, the priority is living.

It is then that you lock eyes with Poe Dameron through the throngs of semi-drunken revelers. His handsome face splits into a wide, cocky grin, so you adopt an exasperated smirk in response as he pushes his way towards you. Such is the game you play. A dance, if you will. Poe plays the role of the self-assured, overly confident golden boy while you, his long suffering partner, humble him with your good-natured criticism and ever rolling eyes.

“Alright there, Sweets?” Poe practically drawls as he reaches you, the nickname both a term of endearment and a teasing reference to the sweet tooth that keeps you hoarding candies of all kinds in your bunk, much to Poe’s own benefit. You beam up at him and upend your little glass to demonstrate its emptiness.

“On my way there, Fly Boy.”

“Looks like you’re falling behind, rookie. Like you did on that triple barrel twist today.”

You throw a punch that lands a little too lightly on his shoulder to produce the grunt and showy flail that he graces you with.

“First of all, you’re not allowed to call me rookie anymore. Your dumb ass might need to be constantly reassured that you’re ‘best pilot in the resistance,’ but by now I am, at worst, second best.” Your gut warms and you’re not sure if it’s the drink or Poe’s deep, full-bodied laugh in response. “And second of all, we don’t talk about the day if we make it to the night.”

Poe almost seems to sober at your words, a phrase of his tossed back at him. The smile remains, though, and he tosses an arm around you before dragging you over to the table that’s been set up with refreshments.

“Right you are, Sweets,” Poe agrees quietly. Louder now and injecting you two into the crowd surrounding the cluster of bottles, he continues, “as for you being second best pilot, I’d rather let the squad decide before you go getting a head too big to fit in your helmet.”

This receives a laugh from the crowd as well as another smattering of slaps thrown towards Poe’s chest.

“Dameron, we all know you already have your own helmet custom made so you can stuff that massive ego in there,” your friend Myrna.

“And those curls,” you add, reaching up and ruffling your hand through his hair in that way that always makes his nose scrunch up in mock anger.

“If you must know, there’s something else they also have to custom make me…” Poe says, grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand to slide down his chest towards the bottom of his flight suit zipper and wiggling his eyebrows. You shriek and yank your hand away.

“In your dreams, Dameron.” Poe leans down toward you so that his face is close enough for you to feel his breath fan across your cheeks.

“Or perhaps in yours?”

Suddenly a small, wrinkled face appears between you. It’s an elderly female member of the local alien race and she’s beaming up at you, holding two steaming mugs and smiling around a garbled statement in a language you don’t recognize.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m not sure I…” you interrupt her, glancing awkwardly between her massive eyes and Poe’s confused ones.

“I might be able to translate!” Myrna cries out, stumbling forward with a newly refilled glass in her hand.

“You sure that’s not just the liquor talking?” Poe asks with a chuckle. Myrna waves him off and kneels unsteadily to listen to the old woman. More garbled speech issues forward as the woman gestures between you and Poe with her mugs. Myrna nods several times and gives little hums of agreement and affirmation. You and Poe trade glances of amusement during the interaction, but you have to look away when the upturned corner of Poe’s mouth begins to distract you.

“Alright alright,” Myrna pipes up. You turn back in time to see Myrna standing back up to her full height, now holding the two mugs, while the woman waddles back into the crowd.

“What’s the deal?” Poe asks, slinging his arm back around your shoulders. You resist the knee jerk actions that come to mind, both to slap his touch away and to lean into it, standing rigid instead.

“She said these are for you,” Myrna says, pushing the steaming mugs into your hands and Poe’s.

“Did she say why?” You peer at the milky, opalescent contents curiously. Myrna has already moved on, however, turning back to the pilot she’d been hanging on before you and Poe had approached. You look to Poe but he shrugs.

“I don’t know, something about you guys deserving it.” Myrna waves her hand dismissively, obviously ready to get back to her own evening. You look up at Poe, unsure, but he’s nodding and smiling.

“Hear that, Sweets? Seems like word travels fast that we’re the top two pilots,” Poe says cheekily, clinking his mug to yours before throwing back his head and downing its contents in one gulp. Your insides ignite at his acknowledgment, as well as the bob of his adam’s apple, but your eyes still flit warily to your beverage.

“We don’t even know what it is and you’re drinking it?”

“Honey, I’m pretty sure that liquor we were taking shots of earlier was actually jet fuel, I don’t think we need to be too worried about this.” Poe smacks his lips and runs his finger around the inside of the mug. “And besides, it’s really kriffing good.”

Watching the way his cheeks hollow out as he sucks the last dregs of his drink from his finger makes a heat boil in the pit of the stomach. You decide you actually are quite thirsty, and since your curiosity is stronger than your apprehension, you knock the liquid back yourself.

“Atta girl!” Poe cheers you on, nudging you. The drink is sweet and thick on your tongue like a melted version of the ice cream you’d tasted once, many years ago. You can still remember the creamy texture, very much worth the credits paid to the traveling vendor who’d brought it to your village during the hottest summer of your childhood. As you swallow this liquid down, however, its cold temperature changes into a burn, similar to alcohol, though smoother than any liquor you’d ever had.

“Good, right?” Poe asks, eyebrows raised. You nod and lick your lips, sure that you’re imagining things when Poe’s eyes flicker down to your darting tongue.

“That was actually pretty good,” you concede with a grin.

“So what have we learned tonight?” Poe prompts, grabbing your mug from your hands and placing it next to his on a nearby table. You shake your head.

“Your cockiness extends to believing locals on a miniscule planet find you special?”

“The correct answer was ‘always give things a chance,’ Sweets, but you can continue being closeminded if you want,” Poe responds with a chuckle. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and makes to walk away.

“Fine!” You reach out and grab his arm before he can leave. When he rounds back on you with a wide smile you roll your eyes and refuse eye contact. “And just so you know, I’m a lot more open minded than you think, Dameron.”

“Is that so, rookie?” You bristle but as the glee raises in his eyes at your reaction you do your best to tamp it down.

“I’m…flexible,” you say, your grin begrudging. A hubbub breaks out beyond you in the crowd as the makeshift band that had assembled to play party music transitions to a particularly festive song, causing both you and Poe to watch as people begin forming an impromptu dance floor. When Poe turns back at you and raises his eyebrows, expectant, you throw up your hands defensively.

“No. Don’t look at me like that, Fly Boy,” you’re quick to say, but Poe’s even quicker, having already grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to him. Your body collides with his and his other hand finds the dip of your waist.

“Oh I’m sorry, what was that I just heard someone say about being open minded?” Poe asks. In a sudden fluid motion he dips you, bending you over so that your back is parallel to the ground and his face hovers over yours. “Being flexible?”

You let him pull you back up and steady yourself with a hand on his chest to catch your balance, dizzy now, most likely from the suddenness of the motion. You’re about to toss back a witty retort, possibly something that will knock him down a few pegs, but then you catch the glint in his eye and a smile spreads across your lips unbidden.

“You get one dance, Dameron.”

~*~

One dance turned into many, as it turns out. The band, upon realizing their audience’s appetite for raucous music, had begun a steady rotation of upbeat tunes. The dance floor had expanded, spilling out of its original confines in the center of the town square and into the concession areas on the perimeter. Resistance members danced and drank, their bodies jumping and moving to the beat in one chaotic mass of excess energy and euphoria. Bodies writhe against one another in all directions as people seek out friction that can confirm to them that they did indeed survive the day’s trials.

You’re experiencing friction of your own in your little portion of the dance floor. Where things had started out innocently – energetic bouncing to the beat and moving in unison – the tone had long changed. At this point Poe is behind you, arms slung dangerously low on your hips to hold you against him, hands pressed right above your pelvis. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back, his hips bracketing your ass – you’ve lost yourself in the sensations. The rhythm of the music shakes through your muscles but instead of tense and tired, they’re loose and buzzing.

Though truth be told, they aren’t the only thing buzzing. The proximity of Poe’s hands to your lower body feels charged like a magnet. Without thinking you press your hands over the backs of his, encouraging pressure on your lower abdomen. You swear you hear Poe growl behind you has his hands pull you further to him, but it could also be the roar of the crowd. Your hips move in sync, your ass grinding against him in time with the music. Escapism in its purest form is what you’re experiencing in Poe’s arms, held against Poe’s body, matching Poe’s motions. It’s heady and distracting and everything you could ask for to make living feel like living, especially in the aftermath of a day centered on death. You’re content to let this moment last as long as the universe allows.

That is until you realize that the increasing beat you’d thought was a shift in the music is actually the rapid crescendo of your own heartbeat.

Swallowing you find your throat is thick, saliva pooling in your mouth inexplicably. You take a deep breath and allow your mind to reel. How long had you been feeling like this? Why hadn’t you noticed these feelings coming on?

One of the large hands at your hip begins sliding up along the plane of your side and you get your answer. The weight of his touch lights your skin on fire as it drags up and across your collar bone. Your breath feels ragged, rattling around in lungs that can’t seem to take in oxygen no matter how high your chest rises and falls. Poe’s hand lingers on your throat for a second so you swallow again, with even less luck than before. His hand reaches up to grip your jaw which he uses to turn your head back toward him.

Oh.

Poe continues to move behind you, his motions controlling you both on the floor, but his face is strained. Sweat dots his temples, gleaming in his curls, and his teeth seem gritted, making his jaw set at a striking angle. His eyes pin you down, however, and they keep your attention as you gaze back, wide-eyed.

“You okay, rookie?” Poe’s voice is deeper than normal, huskier. The way it reverberates through your body makes a rumbling bubble up deep inside your chest. The beginnings of a moan, perhaps? You’re quick to gasp a response before such a sound has a chance to make its way into the air between you.

“I’m…feeling quite strange.”

The hand still at your waist tightens its grip while the other rejoins on the opposite side. You have to gasp again to keep from moaning. Suddenly you’re being maneuvered forward, Poe’s guidance weaving you through the crowd with ease despite the congested revelry.

Neither of you see the way Myrna is watching you both with a knowing smirk from her place draped around her own handsome pilot beau. Or the way the little old woman who’d gifted you the beverage hovers on the outskirts of the dance floor, a proud look on her wrinkled face as she eyes your retreating figures.

~*~

You’re not really able to follow where Poe is directing you, mainly because of how the imprint of his hands on your body seems to be searing into your skin through your flight suit. While your accelerated heart rate was the thing you had been most worried about, now you are equally worried about the dull ache that has seated itself in the pit of your stomach. You bite down hard on your lip to keep the moan from spilling out, the one you’ve been suppressing since the moment you became conscious to your current discomfort.

When Poe’s stride finally slows to a stop only then are you able to take in your surroundings. Blinking, you’re surprised to find that you’re now outside of the town, far from the lights and bustle of the party, walking into the silent clearing that contains the squadron’s parked aircrafts.

“Why are we all the way out here?” you ask, unsettled by how deep your voice sounds in the darkness.

“Needed to get away from the crowd.” You’re even more unsettled by how breathless Poe’s voice is as he says his first words since the dance floor. So unsettled that you turn in his arms so you can finally take in his disheveled appearance fully.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know, it’s the weirdest thing. One minute everything was fine and the next…”

“You can’t catch your breath,” you finish for him and he nods gravely. Both of your chests are practically heaving, pressing into each other with each exhale. When you become aware of this, it also brings awareness of the way his chest pressed up against yours is also adding pressure to your nipples. Since when were your nipples hard? The night is balmy, a cool breeze barely able to disturb the moist warmth that settles in the jungle terrain. You feel sweat begin to collect on the back of your neck and your hairline, much like the sweat causing Poe to shine a bit in the moonlight. And yet your nipples are hard and a shudder runs through your body, nerve endings clearly ten steps ahead of you, taking in some experience to which you’d yet to catch up.

“Wait a minute, look at me,” Poe suddenly orders, his fingers wrapping around your chin to lift your face toward his. You freeze as he stares down at you, eyes widening at whatever he sees.

“What is it?” you ask, voice urgent, almost frightened.

“Your pupils are wide as planets,” he mutters, distracted fingers drawing up the side of your jaw to press to the pulse point at your throat. “Your heartbeat is out of control.”

“I haven’t been able to calm down,” you say, nodding but getting more worried by the second. “Why can’t I calm down? Are you feeling the same way?”

Poe’s mouth presses into a hard line and he turns away abruptly, head tilting down.

“Oh fuck.”

“What?” You try to pull him back toward you but he doesn’t budge.

“I think…we’ve been drugged.”

Your blood runs cold and a hand flies to cover your mouth. You’d known tonight was too good to be true. Your mind races, making connections out of thin air, trying to place when and where you could have possibly come in close enough proximity to First Order agents to be compromised.

“But what – how – what can we do? What is it? Is it deadly?” You’re cut off by a sound issuing from Poe’s now curved body. You wonder at first if it’s a sob, which makes sense because you’re about ready to cry yourself. But then you realize it’s a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say deadly. Just exceedingly inconvenient.”

“So you know what it is then?” you prompt, tugging at his shoulder some more to try and see his face. “Tell me!”

“Well for starters I’m pretty sure it was that drink the old woman gave us.”

Fuck.

Of course. What was the one suspicious thing you’d ingested all day? The fact that you hadn’t thought about it sooner makes you want to kick yourself, but you press on instead, anxious to have the matter dealt with.

“What does it do?” You hate the tremor that colors your voice. At that Poe finally turns around and you take him in all at once, trying to assess what he could have been hiding. His tall, wide-legged stance makes it easy to notice after a few seconds. As your gaze moves lower on his body you finally see the massive tent forming below the zipper line of his flight suit.

Without even being able to mentally process what you’re looking at your body responds immediately. A rush of warmth and wetness floods the apex of your thighs and the moan that you’d so far been able to hold in finally makes it way out of your throat. Poe’s eyes, which had recently gone hooded, widen in response to the lewd sound. You clap a hand over your mouth and snap your eyes back up to his face, away from the rigid shape that had made the muscles inside you contract wantonly around nothing.

“It’s made from a plant that’s meant to accelerate sex drive,” Poe says matter-of-factly.

You almost don’t hear him because your eyes have already slid back down his body, feasting on the sight of his impressive bulge. You’d heard stories of Poe’s sexual prowess, many from the man’s own loud mouth. You knew he’d satisfied many members of the Resistance, male and female alike. But you had never truly let yourself consider what he’d be like. What he’d look like. What he’d feel like…

“Why would she possibly give that to us of all people?” You feel like you’re going to cry. The feelings coursing through your body are overwhelming.

“Maybe she went around spiking many people at the party. Maybe she just thought you and I would look hot together? You can’t blame her for that one.” Poe winks at you and it diffuses some of your angst. You let out a tense laugh and shake your head.

“How do we make it stop?” you force yourself to ask, just as you force yourself yet again to look back up in his eyes. Poe averts his own, a sheepish look overtaking his face. When he doesn’t answer you step forward and grab his arm in alarm, trying not to consider the way his bicep bulges under his sleeve. “Poe?!”

“We have to…take care of it.”

You’re launching yourself away from him before he can finish the sentence. You probably knew the answer before you’d even asked the question, but his words still sent electricity through your spine.

“We can’t. That’s…that’s crazy – you’re crazy, Dameron!”

“Hey, you think I like this? Standing here like an idiot with my dick so hard I can barely see straight?”

The sexual nature of his words, spoken so plainly and without euphemism for the first time, makes a new wave of wetness pool between your legs against your will.

“Don’t….talk about it,” you say through gritted teeth, closing your eyes in an attempt to center yourself.

“What? Don’t talk about my aching cock?” he asks, almost as a challenge. He’s frustrated now, egged on by your attitude.

“Stop it.”

“Are you about to tell me you aren’t wet right now?”

You turn your back on him in a childish and fruitless attempt at blocking out his words. When you don’t reply you hear his footsteps as he approaches from behind.

“If we’re both having the same reaction, and I’m certain we are, then I’d imagine you’re practically dripping right now.”

His words would have made your eyes cross if you didn’t have them shut so tightly. A hand molds around your hip while the other grasps at the side of your neck, both working in tandem to pull your back flush against his front. The impact, though gentle, knocks the wind out of you. Or whatever wind had been in you in the first place. His lips are at your ear then and you melt into his touch.

“If we take care of this together we’ll go back to normal.”

“…back to normal?” you ask, simply repeating and not really aware of your words.

“Exactly.”

“I…I don’t know.” Poe’s hardened length is pressing into your ass now, insistent and firm behind you. The hand on your hip migrates lower to pull you against him. A swivel of his hips causes your own to follow the momentum, gyrating in their own right.

“We can be quick,” Poe coos, his voice vibrating over your earlobe where his lips are making contact with your skin. Another low chuckle sounds. “Or I can take my time if you want. Either way, I can promise you’ll enjoy it.”

There’s your cocky Fly Boy.

You wrench yourself from his grasp and take a few steadying steps away before gaining the wherewithal to turn back and face him once more. He looks supremely disappointed, arms still outstretched in the place where you had just been.

“Does this really have to be a…team effort?” you ask, face screwed up with discomfort. Poe runs a hand through his hair and casts a distracted glance about your surroundings.

“I mean I guess theoretically one could take care of themselves – ”

“Great!” you cut him off and stalk around to the other side of his x-wing. Of course he’d brought you to his ship. You look around for your own but when you can’t find it you plop yourself down on the ground.

“Are you kriffing serious?” comes Poe’s angry voice behind you as he stomps over. “We could bang this out and feel better but you’re just going to – ”

“Oh ‘bang’ this out? Real nice, Dameron.”

“You know what I mean.” You can practically hear his eye roll.

“The other side,” you say simply, lowering the zipper on your flight suit. When you don’t hear the sound of his retreating footsteps, however, you pause. “Stay on the other side of the ship, Dameron.”

He grumbles but does as you say. When you finally hear the sound of him throwing himself to the ground, you lift the tab of your zipper again. However, the loud and sudden ziiiip indicating that he’s yanked open his own garment seems ring out then in the clearing and you’re inundated with mental images of what that must look like. Poe sprawled on the ground with his flight suit open and askew. You imagine the expanse of his chest, the way the muscle would ripple in the shadows of the jungle. You’d seen him without a shirt before, the arms of his flight suit tied at his waist as he reclined beneath his x-wing making repairs. Covered in sweat and grease. The memory and the subsequent lurid thoughts have you dipping your hand down into the small opening you’ve made in your clothes, not fully comfortable enough to expose yourself entirely to the elements. When you reach the place between your thighs you have to swallow the gasp that bursts forth at the realization that Poe had been right. You’re not just wet. You’re dripping.

“Fuck.”

You think you say it quietly but a chuckle from the other side of the ship proves otherwise.

“Need any help over there?”

You ignore him and try to focus in on your own body, closing your eyes. You allow a hand to ghost over your breast as you ease a finger through your folds. You feel the insistent thrumming of your pulse even down below and your breath is shallow in your chest. The images dancing behind your eyelids show you flashes, glimpses of things you try to banish from your mind. The angle of Poe’s jaw. His faint, ever present stubble. The arch of his eyebrow. The curve of his smirk. His ass in those pants.

“Sweets…”

Poe’s voice interrupts a whimper you hadn’t even realized you were releasing.

“Poe.” Your voice is small and it cracks around his name. Your muscles are contracting but nothing you do eases the sensation. It just continues building within you. “It hurts.”

“Just come over here. I don’t even have to touch you. Just let me help you through it.”

You ponder the darkness before you, the way it envelops the other aircrafts in this makeshift parking zone. You hear a shick shick shick behind you and your cunt aches. Completely in response to the siren call of Poe Dameron’s building pleasure. You’re immediately intensely jealous. Jealous of the way that, you assumed, he was having more luck getting himself off than you were, despite the fingers inside you right now. Jealous of the way his voice didn’t crack when he beckoned you over.

But most of all jealous of the fact that he’s the one currently touching his hard cock. Not you.

You will yourself to stand up, pulling your hand out of your flight suit but not bothering to zip it back up. On jelly legs you make your way to the other side of the ship. The far side, facing away from the town square and the distant glow of the party you’ve now forgotten.

As you round the edge of the x-wing you bite your lip at the sight before you. Poe is indeed sprawled out with his suit zipped all the way down. His thick member protrudes from the bottom of the opening, a fist moving up and down rapidly, pulling from root to flushed tip in skilled motions. However the eyes that gaze up at you from under his unruly mop of curly hair are not doused with pleasure and satisfaction as you’d imagined. Instead he looks pained, almost agonized. At the sight of you he sits up a bit and does his best to give you a reassuring smile though it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, rookie.”

“That’s the drink talking,” you dismiss, despite the way your stomach swoops as you move to settle yourself down next to him, careful not to make contact. “And you know I hate you calling me rookie.”

“I’ll call you anything you want, baby, as long as you start touching yourself.”

Your cunt pulses at his words so suddenly that you almost double over. Your breathing, already ragged, speeds up as you feel the overwhelming urge to have something deep inside you. Dropping your hand into the opening in your suit you halt, however, watching Poe warily in your peripheral vision. He catches you looking and reluctantly stills the hand moving on member.

“Would sitting back to back help?” he sighs. You nod, scrambling over so that your back is to his.

This is better. This is much better, you think as you dip your hand back between your legs and into the waiting slick. You drag a finger in tight circles over your clit and do your best to calm the racing thoughts that flit back to images of Poe’s body.

The body that is currently pressed to yours, though not at all in the manner you would prefer.

Poe grunts then, making you lose your rhythm.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve wanted you, you know.”

You cut your answering gasp off at the source, not daring to make a sound lest it interrupt this information that you desperately needed to here. He interprets your silence correctly and continues.

“I’ve thought about you. When I’m in the cockpit on my way to some distant planet. When not even hyper speed can get me there quick enough before thoughts of you creep in.” He almost sounds mad, but you get it. The emotions coursing through your body along with the hormones are driving you wild and you don’t know how to feel.

“What…what are the thoughts about?” you can’t help but ask.

“I’d love to say it’s your smile or your brains or something sweet like that. And I do think about those things too, don’t get me wrong,” he says on a hoarse chuckle. “But it’s mainly your body.”

You slip a third finger inside your cunt as he says this, his words and the feeling mixing to cause you to let out an unchecked moan. You feel Poe’s body shudder against you.

“Shit Sweets you’re killing me.” You feel him tense as his hand begins moving faster. “I think about how you look poured into that flight suit. The way your tits and ass jiggle when you hop into your x-wing – fuck.” Another shudder wracks through his body and you can’t take it anymore. The way you’re touching yourself isn’t the way you usually do it. Not in those rare moments where you’ve got the sleeping quarters to yourself and you’re able to get yourself off in your bunk to images of a chiseled jawline, a clothed bulge, rippling muscles, soft, curly hair…

You abruptly pitch yourself forward to balance yourself on your knees and one hand while the remaining hand redoubles its efforts between your legs. The shift in position ends your physical contact with Poe and he swivels to see.

“What are you – ”

“Don’t turn around,” you gasp out. Your new angle works in your favor as your swollen clit becomes more sensitive, pulled down by gravity so that every swipe of your finger becomes more potent. “But for the love of gods, don’t stop talking.”

Poe is taken aback by your sudden forwardness, but he doesn’t let it faze him for long. Instead you hear his renewed efforts at jerking off as the sound of skin swiping across skin, made smoother by spit and precum, gets louder behind you.

“What do you want me to talk about? How much I wish it was your tight little pussy I was fucking instead of my fist?”

The whimper you release at that statement is unlike any sound you’ve ever made and it only spurs Poe on.

“And I just know you’re tight. I know it. And wet too, just like I guessed you were. I can hear it, baby,” he practically growls and you become intensely away of the slick, creamy sounds coming from the rapid in and out, in and out rhythm of your fingers delving into your cunt. “You’re dripping, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes and hear his words and wish the fingers inside you were harder, thicker, him.

“You wish it was my cock inside you, I know you do. You don’t want to admit it but you wish I was pounding into you, making you feel good. Making the ache go away.”

Your answering whine confirms his beliefs and he lets out a triumphant grunt.

“Fuck, baby. I want it, too. Bury myself deep inside of you and fuck you till that drink wears off and you’re still screaming for me, that’s how good it would be.”

“Oh gods.”

“Tell me who you’re wet for.”

“Y-you.” It comes out small. You’re shocked that you even say it, especially with how much you’ve been fighting all of this. You want it. You want it in your bones and in your blood and in your tight, spasming cunt. But you also want Poe’s friendship. Want him to tousle your hair on the way to the hanger. Want him to keep sending you funny messages over your data pad, constantly trying to outdo your own silly riddles and jokes. Want to tease him and eat dinner with him in the mess hall and slap him when he says something stupid and yell at him when he does something dangerous and cry when he doesn’t come back on time from a mission…

A sob finds its way out of your body, sandwiched between two moans. You’re not sure Poe even heard it until his voice reaches your ears again, this time gentler.

“Sweets? Is this working for you?”

You take a shuddering breath before answering.

“No.”

You practically hear Poe slump in defeat, the rhythm of his hand on his length slowing down. You bite your lip before continuing.

“Take me, Poe.”

“What?” Poe whirls around so fast you feel the air woosh over you as he disturbs it. You jump to your feet, still facing away from him and yank your flight suit over your shoulders and down your body, stepping out so it pools on the ground. He watches as you get back down on your hands and knees before him in your underwear, ass in the air, waiting for him to catch up.

“I need you, Poe. Just…just please get inside me,” you say, reaching back to pull the damp fabric of your panties aside, exposing your glistening, swollen folds for him to see.

You don’t have to ask him a third time. He’s on you so fast that you’re confused by his motions. It takes a few seconds before you realize that he’s taken your discarded flight suit and stretched it out on the ground, positioning you over it so that your hands and knees are protected from the dirt. The sweetness of this considerate action is offset by the way his fingers dig harshly into your hips, maneuvering your ass so that it lines up with his pelvis. You tilt forward, aided by pressure on your lower back which raises your click cunt to the level of his cock.  

“I’m going to make you feel so good – ”

“No more words, Dameron. Just shut up and get your cock inside – FUCK.” He spears you mid-sentence and you immediately fall down onto your elbows. Your ass still in the air, held in place by his hard grip, receives a smack and you cry out, feeling no pain. Only pleasure as the sting ripples through you and into your clenching cunt. He feels it deep inside you and groans.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs to shut up, baby.” His words issue forth from gritted teeth. “Always fucking teasing me with that fucking mouth.” His hips rut into yours, taking up an unforgiving pace, while the rest of his body folds over yours so his chest pressed flush to your back. One hand closes tightly around your chin, wrenching up your head and dragging a finger over your bottom lip which has grown plump from biting. “This beautiful, bossy fucking mouth. Always telling me off, telling me what to do.”

Your tongue darts out to meet his skin and his other fingers caress your chin in response. It’s a stark contrast to the almost feral way he is still clutching your hip and driving into you over and over.

There’s almost no resistance. You’re tight, cunt clutching onto his throbbing cock in an effort to keep him buried inside, but you’re wetter than you’ve ever been and it’s making his thrusts effortless. You assume it’s a side effect of the drink. But in some part of your brain you can’t believe that a plant could possibly make a man’s cock feel as good as Poe’s does right now inside you. How a plant could cause you to feel pleasure that is not simply rooted in the way his hand drags down from your jaw to wrench your breasts out of the cups of your bra. How a plant could in any way magnify the surely already intoxicating feeling of Poe’s mouth working at the side of your neck, the curve of your shoulder.

“This working, baby? This doing it?” Poe checks in then, not relenting in his thrusts. Never relenting. “You’re squeezing me, so I know your little pussy likes it.”

A shuddering gasp kicks through you before you can answer his question and he laughs. The vibrations go straight from his cock to your clit and you whimper some more.

“Your sounds. I want to record these little sounds you’re making and play them back when I’m flying. Have you fill the space in my x-wing till I can’t take it any more.” Poe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, nipping and then laving the skin over with his tongue. “I’m going to hear these sounds in my dreams.”

“It’s…just…the drink,” you practically hiccup, barely able to form thoughts from the way your body has focused all energy, all recognitions of nerve endings to the space between your thighs. Poe slaps your ass again and you keen.

“Just listen to yourself, baby. No drink is making you sound this hot. That’s all you, Sweets.”

Before you can argue further you do take a second to listen. To the way your shallow breaths mix with whimpers and whines. The gurgle in the back of your throat when his cock bounces against your cervix. He’s right. It is hot. You are hot. You reach a hand down to your clit, desperate to increase the already mind-blowing stimulation, greedy for more.

“You feel so good. You’re sosososogood,” you barely manage to slur. Despite your inability to fully speak you make the attempt because you assume that if hearing your gasps is egging him on, your words will amplify it. And amplify it they do. Poe’s hips stutter for a second before he drops down heavier on you, thrusting deeper and from a more primal place. A hand savagely kneads at one of your breasts, playing with the nipple.  

“I’ve never been this full. I can’t take it, I can’t…”

“Seems like you’re taking it pretty well, baby,” Poe coos, pressing more kisses to the side of your neck.

“I need m-more,” you gasp, realizing with urgency that the pressure in your core is finally building past the plateau of the last…hour? Half an hour? How long had this been going on? All night? It doesn’t matter because Poe’s inside you and he’s listening to you and suddenly you’re being slammed into with all the force he can muster. He expertly wrings pleasure from your body and you feel yourself careening toward a release that you can’t describe. Just out of reach and full of all the potential energy inherent in an object rocketing toward the moon only to soon plummet back to the depths.

“Poe! I…I…oh fuck…oh gods…I…”

“Go on, baby. Cum.”

“You ha- ahhhh. But you…y-you…” You’re babbling. You’re incoherent, not wanting to leave him behind in the blinding ache that comes before release. Your hands are fisting in the flight suit below you, desperate for something solid, something substantial to hold onto.

“Don’t wait for me, Sweets. Let go.”

And then his hands are closing over yours, fingers interlacing and squeezing down, pinning you to the ground with white knuckles that would hurt if you weren’t squeezing him right back, finally grounded in the way you needed.

And you’re cumming.

And cumming.

You feel every muscle in your body seize and spasm and bliss roils out through you in waves. You shake and stutter under him, feeling fresh wetness gush down around his cock as he fucks you through the feeling. You keep waiting for it to stop but it doesn’t, it only intensifies. It must be a side effect. Of the drink not the man. But when you feel yourself transcending the moment, the way your soul feels like it is literally floating above you, you use the out of body experience to take in the man who is causing this pleasure. The way he cages you in, bracing you through the storm of your orgasm, giving more and more to keep the flame burning as long as possible.

His muscles ultimately seize sometime around when your soul seems to sink back into your body and you’re one again enough with your senses that you can feel him paint your walls with sticky, hot cum. He doesn’t drop his weight on you like other men have after the completion of such exertions. Other men who had focused more on the destination than the journey, leaving you as wanting for release as you were wanting for air under the pressure of their body weight. Instead, Poe pulls you of you and flops to his back in the grass beside you. Without him holding you up you crumble down, face pressing into the fabric of your rumpled flight suit instead of the dirt, thanks to Poe.

A few minutes pass, silent except for the sound of your slowing gasps for air. When your breathing evens Poe sits up on his haunches to guide you back into your flight suit. You’re sticky from sweat and your combined cum, but you couldn’t care less with your bones liquified and your eyelids heavy. Gone is the buzzing ache, in its place a heavy sleepiness. When Poe lays you, now clothed, gingerly back down on the ground you automatically curl into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your body.

Neither of you shares another word. You don’t have to.

Because shortly after you doze off. And for the first time in a long time your final thoughts before sleep overtakes you are not of the dread the morning will bring, but the solace you found in the night.

~*~

When you wake it’s to a dawn as grey as all the ones before it. Hazy with receding fog and with the promise of all the danger that looms ahead in the hours soon to follow. One of the planet’s suns has already breached the horizon, and you raise a hand to cover your eyes as you peer out from under the x-wing’s protective wing. Looking down you take stock.

Your flight suit is on but fully unzipped, leaving your chest and stomach entirely exposed, all the way down to your lower belly. A large hand covers one of your breasts, fingers twitching against your flesh as the man attached to it continues to dream. You follow the length of his arm to take in his body, tucked close into your own, equally unzipped, his broad torso showing through the gaping fabric. You watch Poe’s abdominal muscles contract with his inhales and exhales for a moment while you check in with your body.

The humming from last night is gone, that much is for certain. This makes you believe that the effects of the drink have worn off. You’re quick to question this hypothesis, however, when Poe stirs in his sleep and his hand squeezes down a bit on your breast. Your breath catches in your throat and fire shoots through your veins. A lingering symptom, you wonder. Or perhaps just a normal, biological reaction to sexual stimuli. You kick yourself mentally because of course it has to be the latter. It couldn’t be the third option which you won’t even allow yourself to fully consider.  

You require a shower urgently, it occurs to you suddenly. And food, a realization that coincides with a rumbling in your empty stomach. Knowing you’ll never have a good enough excuse to extricate yourself from this gorgeous man’s arms you steel your nerves and pull away. When you stand, Poe groans and allows an eye to crack open, his hand flying up to shield his eyes from the rising sun. You’re silhouetted against the dawn and he takes in your outline. The curves of you.

“Morning, Sweets,” he says, voice hoarse with sleep this time instead of sex.

“Morning, Fly Boy,” you reply simply with a small smile. You feel a buzzing in the pocket of your suit then and pull out your mini com unit, even more portable than your usual data pad. The message that blares across the screen and you relay it before Poe can reach his own device which had similarly vibrated.

“We’ve got a new mission. Briefing is in an hour and then we take off.” The information feels stilted as it leaves your lips. How can you feel so entirely, earth-shatteringly changed and yet in many ways everything is still the same. The sun still came up. The war still rages on.

You look down at Poe and his intense expression as he watches you makes you think that he’s wondering the same thing.

Your heart thumps in your chest, this time unaided by any drugged drink or the eyes or hands of a man whose existence seemed both your making and undoing. Routine is the only thing that can calm these nerves. Routine is what is required to survive war. Routine and protocol and boundaries.

You zip up your flight suit with finality.

“See you at the briefing?” you ask, though its more statement than question.

“Of course.” Poe’s response is quiet as he continues to watch you from his reclining position. You’re still above him and at a distance, a position he often associates with you.

You smile and give him a good natured salute before turning and making you way back toward the town where you know the rest of the Resistance members are already bustling about and preparing for the day.

Another day you hope you, and Poe, will be lucky enough to outlive.

~*~

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