#But i imagine that's some tumblr fuckery
Note
YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT WIGGLY'S SIBLINGS???? THAT HE APPARENTLY HAS????
omg ok SO
Meet the Lords in Black. Charming, aren't they?
Yes, Wiggly does indeed have four brothers who all do different things, so I'll cover them one by one, in order of introduction (since we've already met each of them in Nightmare Time at least once). BTW Nightmare Time has a fuckton of lore in it that I won't go into here, so even though I am about to spoil significant parts of it for you, I do recommend watching it, it's really good and if there's enough interest they might make a third one!
(Also you might notice they're all in doll form in this picture. This is how we knew them up until NPMD introduced us to what I call their Tumblr sexyman forms. Which are rad as hell by the way.)
So you already know Wiggly. That little green fucker, Wiggog Y'Wrath, the Capitalist Cthulu who does uwu-speak and starts a cult by invading people's minds. This will become a bit of a reoccurring theme with these guys. He's also the only one to successfully start an apocalypse, and the only one to have attempted to birth himself into our reality. (Or is he? We'll get to that...) He does seem to have some kind of dominion over the other LiB, as whenever all five of them show up there's always emphasis placed on him, like in NPMD where he does most of the talking while his siblings occasionally butt in.
Now for Bliklotep. Blinky seems to have slightly lower-scale ambitions than Wiggly, but don't let that fool you. Eyeball Boi is still incredibly dangerous. He runs an amusement park, WatcherWorld, deep within the Hatchetfield Witchwood. But it's not for the amusement of the patrons. Oh no. It's for Blinky's own amusement. Once you step inside, every insecurity, every shred of potential conflict will be ripped to the forefront, turning people against each other to the point of trying to kill each other until he's fully infected their minds. It's implied that, if not all, but a significant chunk of the workers at WatcherWorld were once patrons before having their minds taken over by Blinky. He's also implied to be the thing in Trail To Oregon that Jack Bauer sees during his venom-induced hallucination, as Blinky is referred to as "The Watcher With 1,000 Eyes", which is exactly what JB says he sees? Making Blinky the only LiB to induce a Starkid crossover. My headcanon is that the Dikrats founded Hatchetfield. But regardless.
Next up on the roster is Tinky. T'noy Karaxis, the Time Bastard. You may be wondering about that one line in NPMD where he recognised Pete as a Spankoffski, and said he "could have the whole set in his toybox". Has Tinky gone after Pete's relatives?
Well. Um. You know Ted, right? Yeah, his name is Spankoffski. He's Pete's big brother. We actually got the surname reveal before the brother reveal, lol. And that's not the only reveal we got about Ted. Our boy Teddy Bear has this whole entire tragic backstory and it turns out he gets fucked over in literally every timeline! Isn't that fun?
So, to summarise an entire episode: Tinky makes travel fuckery happen, Ted wants to go back in time to fix his life, accidentally goes back to before the time machine was created and gets stuck in the past, literally. Tinky is watching and laughing at the whole thing, then shows up to blow Ted's brain to smithereens with his weird little magic box, the Bastard's Box, where he stores all the people he toys with. Anyway Ted eventually catches up with the present by aging, except now no one knows who he is, he's... actually I won't spoil that. But once he dies he ends up eternally trapped and tortured in the Bastard's Box. Yaaay.
Fast forward to Nightmare Time 2 and we get introduced to Nibbly, in possibly the most unexpected way imaginable. He's revealed to have been behind a whole episode literally right at the end of said episode, and even though it was kind of foreshadowed, it hits you like a freight train in the best way. Remember when I said Wiggly was the only one who tried to birth himself into reality? That was kind of a lie. Nibblenephim can sort of do that anyway. Every year, he can possess a bunch of carcasses and create a living form to walk the earth for one night. He also has a cult of followers who provide him with the carcasses, as well as a sacrifice to feed on. There's a little more to it, specifically with how the sacrifice is chosen, but again, I'm trying to spoil as little as possible. Go watch Nightmare Time. Nibbly also seems to have a "pig" motif, and his theme song, The Nibbly Ditty, is a banger, easily my favourite of the three LiB theme songs we've heard so far.
And finally, we are introduced to Pokotho, in the very last episode of NMT2.
Except no. We were formally introduced to Pokey there, yes, but we've seen his apocalypse already. Long before NPMD, before Nightmare Time, even before Black Friday.
Yeah, remember me saying that Wiggly was the only one to successfully start an apocalypse? That was also a lie! Pokey already did that, and he did it without ever showing his masked face. Remember The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals? The blue spores that came down in a meteor and turned everyone into singing zombies? That was Pokey's doing! That's his blue spores! That's his apocalypse!
This also provides an explanation for why blowing up the meteor didn't work. Emma and Hidgens were right about the hivemind thing, but wrong about the location of the central brain. It wasn't the meteor - the meteor was just the vessel which carried the spores to Earth. The central brain was sitting safely up in the Black and White, laughing as Paul blew himself to smithereens. The central brain was Pokey, the Singular Voice, the most uncompromising of his brothers. The one who hates every voice that is not his own, hence the hivemind and making all of his zombies speak in HIS voice.
Anyway in NMT2 he's happily collecting musical zombies by taking on a human form and infiltrating a fighting ring of superpowered children until he has enough to kickstart another apocalypse. (Don't question it, we're almost done). He also calls himself Otho, not Pokey, making him the only LiB to have two different abbreviations of his name. Hannah is also there (remember her? Lex's little sister?) and she is like incredibly important to this whole thing, she has a super powerful mind, but that's a whole other thing.
But I did mention Hannah for a reason. Because you said "Wiggly's SIBLINGS". And while the Lords in Black are always referred to as brothers, they do have one more sibling. A sister. A Queen in White. And her name is Webby.
Yep, Hannah's imaginary friend isn't imaginary, who could have guessed? She's benevolent, always trying her best to combat her brothers' antics, but given that there's one of her and five of them, this is a bit of an uphill battle. Webby doesn't have a full name that we know of, nor does she have a doll. We don't know much about her. And she may not be all-powerful - but then again, neither are her brothers.
Infodump concluded. Hope this helps, it was very fun to write.
#the lords in black#hatchetfield#starkid#nightmare time#nmt2#nightmare time 2#wiggog y'wrath#t'noy karaxis#bliklotep#nibblenephim#pokotho#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#the guy who didn't like musicals#black friday
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
ever since i made THIS POST a lot of people have been asking for a tutorial, even though in pretty much all of the screenshots i included the specific part of inspect element showing exactly what i edited.
so buckle the fuck up I guess because the tumblr userbase want to find out how to make html pages unusable and who am I to deny you.
get ready for Baby's First HTML and CSS tutorial lmao
ok so first things first we need to go over BASIC HTML
html is made up of these things called "tags" which specify certain parts of the web page, such as
HEADERS (<h1> through <h6> in terms of importance)
PARAGRAPHS (<p>paragraph here</p>)
LINKS (<a href="linkhere"></a>)
BOLDED SECTIONS OF TEXT(<b>bold here</b>)
and a bunch of other stuff,
by default however, specifying all of this just gives us a plain white page with plain black text of varying sizes
that's of course, no fucking good, and sucks shit, so the arbiters of html decided to let us STYLE certain elements, by adding a STYLE parameter to the tag
this can change any number of elements about how things are formatted.
text colour, page colour, font, size, spacing between elements, text alignment, you name it? you can change it!
you might've noticed that, certain elements are nested in other elements
and that any changes that apply to one element, apply to everything included under that element!
how convenient!
anyway this method of styling things by adding a style=" " to their tags is called "in-line style"
i think because the "style" goes "in" the "line"
it's generally ALSO a pain in the ass to style an entire website like this and should be exclusively reserved for small changes that you only want to apply to specific parts of the page.
for any real change in style you want to create a <style> section in your page's header!
this can be used to make changes to how all elements of a type in your page are displayed
or even add new elements with whatever wacky styling you want that can be used with the <div> tag!
wow! isn't css just dandy!
and hell you can even use External CSS™ if you're making multiple pages and want them all to have a consistent theme, by pointing to a .CSS file (which is basically just a <style> header without the <style> tags lmao
ok this is all well and good and very interesting if, say, you're making your own website
*cough*neocities*cough*itsreallycoolandfree*cough*
but you came here because you want to FUCK UP A WEBSITE and make it look STUPID!!
so this is where the transform css property comes in~
you can read up on it HERE if you want the details but basically it allows you to apply mathematical transformations to any html element you want,
all of these fun bastards,
they can be really useful if you're doing some complicated stupid bullshit like me
OR for having fun >:)
if you'll remember, earlier i said that css properties apply to literally everything nested in an element,
and you MIGHT notice, that literally everything in pretty much all html files, is nested in an <html> tag
you can use style=" " or regular css on pretty much ANY html tag,
INCLUDING HTML!
ok ok that was a lot of buildup for something that i could've explained in one or two lines, but i gave you all this fundamental knowledge for a reason,
well, two reasons, go make a neocities
CHAPTER 2: THIS POST HAS CHAPTERS NOW
CSS KEY FRAMES BABYYYY
THESE FUCKERS DON'T WORK AS INLINE STYLING
I HAD TO TEACH YOU HOW CSS WORKED, TO GIVE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED, TO ANIMATE PAGES. TO MAKE THE FUCKERY COMPLETE!!!!
OKAY SO AGAIN READ UP ON THIS IF YOU WANT THE FULLEST POSSIBLE UNDERSTANDING
BUT WHAT KEYFRAMES ALLOW YOU TO DO, IS ANIMATE CSS PROPERTIES
and then make a class, which calls that animation...
and then assign that class. to your html tag.
and then vomit forever
we can do it in 3d too,
the only limit is your imagination... (and how many parameters you want to look up on w3schools and mozilla mdn web docs)
CHAPTER 3: APPLYING IN PRACTICE
ok now the fun thing about all of this, is you can apply it to your blog theme, literally right now
like literally RIGHT now
like step one, make sure you have a custom blog theme enabled in your settings, because that's turned off by default for some reason
step 2: edit theme
step 3: edit html:
step 4: apply knowledge in practice >:)
426 notes
·
View notes
Note
CAN WE HAVE MORE ABOUT THIS SILLY RABBIT?
(JUST LOOK AT HIS SMILE HE'S SOOOO CUTEEEEE 🥹)
Sure thing 😊 (he's so cute, I agree ❤ also I'm sorry if it feels rushed, I still have IRL stuff going on that is mentally draining, but I am trying to find ways to destress; I'm not fully ready to come back to being on tumblr like I used to)
🐇Usagi x Y/N imagine/HC🐇
You meet Usagi for the first time during Christmas time when the Turtles and Splinter invited their friends over for Christmas dinner
Leo had introduced you to him
"Oh, so you're the Y/N talked about?"
"It's an honor to meet you."
"Leonardo-san is lucky to have a friend like you to take care of him."
You blushed at his compliments, thanking him.
Honestly, Usagi wasn't hard to get along with
He was similar to Leo, having honor and right morals
As you got to talk to him, you wanted to be around him more
When it was time to leave, Usagi was such a gentleman:
He took your hands and and gave the back of them ... and your fingers a kiss... something he learned about etiquette from Donnie
However that didn't stop your heart from beating hard and your cheeks warm with blush
Next time he came back to visit, you showed him around New York, in the city you lived in (in a disguise of course)
There was so much to do, and see, but so litttle time
Whatever you did with Usagi, he loved every minute of it
You took him to your favorite spot
It was a place to think, meditate, be with yourself and your thoughts. And it was high enough from anyone interrupting you
Usagi watched the sunset with you
"I liked spending some time with you today"
"I wished there was more time... I don't want today to end..."
You would look over at him every now and then to see him stare out at the horizon
You looked away when you seen his eyes meet yours
However you don't catch the small smile that crossed his face a few times...
As he too looked back at you as you looked ahead at the warm colored sky
Before he entered the portal back to Second Earth, you gave him a hug
And he hugged you back
It felt nice
Made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside
"Till we meet again... Y/N."
He said with a smile
And the way he said your name made your heart skip a beat
That night, you couldn't stop thinking about him...
When sleep finally took hold of you, you relived the memories of the day along with a few thoughts of your subconscious mingled in...
You dreamed that you gave him a sweet soft kiss instead of hugging him
And that he gave you one back
Morning rays broke through your window, waking you from dream land
However the dream stayed in the back of your mind, and you would be daydreaming
When was Usagi coming back...?
Hope this will satisfy for now 😁😊🐇💙
Tag list:
@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl-deactivated20230 @leosgirl82 @angelcatlowyn @annaliaandtheturtles @pheradream-15 @cowabunga-doll @bluesakurablossom @darksaphire2002 @foreignbrunette @greenprincess @half-shell-bo @lady-maria-the-wolf225 @moonlightflower21 @narwals14 @nikitaboeve @nittleboo @raphaelsrightarm @southernblossoms @thelostandforgottenangel @white-masked-beauty @roxosupreme @kawaiibunga @captain-kinda-trash @yumefuusen @sivy-chan-blog @artsolarsash @crazedtmnt @raisin-shell @sacredwarrior88 @leosgirl82 @egg-on-the-run @ashleighclark98 @dilucsflame33 @tkappi @happymoonangel @allybutton @android-cap-007 @androidships007 @turtallyawesome @doctorelleth @crazysarah-98 @phd-in-fuckery @angelicdavinci
Let me know if you'd like to be/don't wanna be tagged💖
67 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello! Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day is currently my favourite thing ever, it’s only been 4 chapters and I already get excited every Sunday- and I cannot wait to read more!
I wanted to ask- if it is not a spoiler. whereabouts in the original timeline does Luffy die?
Yo I'm so sorry I didn't answer this sooner - tumblr never bothered to give me an alert 🤦🏻.
So, I imagine that Koby's original timeline is just sliiiightly different from canon in that, for whatever reason, the Strawhats don't go to Wano before that terminal fight with Blackbeard. How shit goes down after Dressrosa is nebulous, basically, but it's important to note that Luffy is informally considered "the fifth emperor" in Koby's og timeline, which is a title conferred by Morgans after Whole Cake. My current, tentative idea is that Sanji was definitely still kidnapped, only he got got by Pekoms before the Sunny made it to Zou, which threw everything off. And thanks to some butterfly effect, Luffy has to deal with Blackbeard before Wano; before getting strong enough to awaken Gear 5. That, combined with Blackbeard's fruit, means that Luffy doesn't come back.
When I wrote the original one-shot, I hadn't finished Wano yet, and I didn't think I'd actually write more, so I was playing fast and loose. Once I realized I wanted to write this for the long haul, I sat down and mapped it out, haha. It's important to my plans that og Koby had X Drake stationed in Wano, but never found out his crush is Kinda Literally God...
TLDR: Post-Whole Cake, Pre-Wano. But with fuckery.
Thanks for the ask! I love talkin about this stuff ;) And I recognized your username as a regular commenter right away! Every time I post I always watch my inbox for your comments- you and everyone else who comes back every chapter make writing and posting such a rewarding experience. So thank you for taking the time to engage with my fic, it seriously means the world <3
#one piece#one piece spoilers#wano spoilers#koby's awful no good very confusing day#my fic#screaming into the void
48 notes
·
View notes
Note
Maybe this is "chronically online" of me but I feel it's disrespectful, or at least tone deaf to be posting about films made in "israel". Maybe you could skip them at least for the time being, if not disregard them entirely? Given the ongoing genocide, it puts a bad taste in my mouth to see things they've made be put up without any sort of acknowledgement of it or anything. I don't believe it's a political statement or whatever (and this isn't meant to be a call-out) it just seems weird. Cheers for considering it if you do.
I'd like to first make a reminder, that this answer is exclusively written by mod Sus only, and should not be considered as entire blog's or other mods' (or its original mod's) collective opinion. They can make their own statement if wishing so, but I take the full responsibility for this answer.
I don't think you can make this kind of topic apolitical considering what it involves and touches. If you make a statement about something that involves something as heavy as war, it's going to be political.
It's not like the thought of "is this right thing to do?" hasn't ever occured my mind when I've seen these movies in queue and their country of origin is Israel. But I, personally, have been looking at this topic through the lenses of "separaring art from the artist." Movies are a form of art, and they are made by the groups of invidiuals with their own ideas and views. While I do understand the idea of not wanting to give an artist, group or in this case, a country, visibility and wanting to boycott them, I don't think it can't really be applied in art. Not if the said problematic target is not even the one who created it or benefiting from it. These israeli people who made these movies are not their goverment. These movies were made before the current political climate boom (the conflict itself has been going on for longer than some of us are old) by individual people because they wanted to create. The country or the people causing the fuckery are not benefiting from the visibility enough to make it matter.
That being said, I think trying to ignore or erase something that's not directly related to the problematic thing in attempt to not support it is the laziest from of activitism. It's "boycott everything russian" again. Us refusing to acknowledge these movies made by people who are not benefiting their country does not help people in need and facing horrible, awful things in their own home.
This is under no circumstances, in any form, meant to be taken as supporting the genocide, Israel or to erase the existence of the conflict and genocide going on. As much as here in the horror circles we love joking about violence and killing, causing deaths of any real life people is awful and one of the most unacceptable things there can be. We acknowledge there's horrible things going on in the world and don't want it to be not acknowledged. But this is not a place for that.
Art, that was not made to reflect and represent those awful times, should not be the victim of sins of someone who didn't create it. The artists should not be the victims of sins of their group. The movie creators and their creations shouldn't be blamed for awful acts their goverment makes. Blaming them does not help the people that are the real victims.
I'd like to imagine Tumblr, as a social media site, as a place of escapism. This might of course not be same for everyone, but when I come into Tumblr, that's when I want to leave all the real world news behind and just enjoy things I like without remembering world has awful things in it. This is a mere small, independent horror movie tumblr blog, where we encourage people to talk about movies and horror genre. I'd wish we could leave as much of these heavy real-life topics outside the blog and posts we make, even if they are good to be acknowledged. (Now if other mods of course want to be the ones to discuss these things, they can. I'm not taking part of them.)
Now, what you can do if you don't want to see movies that were made in Israel by israelis?
We tag movies by country of origin, using Wikipedia as source for these. You can block "israel" tag to avoid seeing them. You can not vote in the poll. If following a blog that allows Israeli movies to be published in it, you can unfollow us. Curate your own social media feed. If you see something you're uncomfortable with, erase that from your own exposure.
As the final statement, as a singular person in the Internet. You don't have to agree with me and in places like Tumblr or anything, I don't think we can agree with everything. But the kind of black-white thinking, where you think everything with any kind of connection to problematic thing is bad and people attached to it are bad, is not healthy. It will make you stay on your toes all the time, and it's not flexible way of thinking. You're not going to make it in the world if you see everything inside it only that way.
Focus on what matters. If you're going to fight, fight the actual enemy, not the gravel under its shadow.
#you must forgive mod sus' smooth brain trying its best to word everything but i really do wish whatever i say would not be taken wrong#it is likely some sentences make no sense but thats on me i proof read this twice#not a poll#ask#mod sus
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
Beskar Doll - Ch. 19: Snake Pit
A high stakes job on Jakku puts you undercover and the Mandalorian out of reach. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-18 found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT! Com link fuckery because ooo buddy. Canon typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.
Length: 6.8K
“Think Imps have changed much in five years?” You asked as you, the child and the Mandalorian made your way into town.
“No,” he said, a finality in his voice. “Ran into some not long before I found you again. Same as always.”
“Well that’ll make things easier,” you sighed. “I’ve acted like an Imp before, I can do it again.”
Your arm brushed his and you quickly crossed it over you, trying to ignore the spark that ran over you where you’d touched him.
It had been like this since you’d woken up, naked and alone, in the Mandalorian’s bed.
“Din?” You’d whispered into the darkness, wrapping yourself from the blankets you’d been tucked in as you got out of bed. There was no response. You said his name again, a bit louder. No luck. “I’m turning on a light,” you said, knowing there was no way he was in the room. It was small, you’d have bumped into him getting out of the bed if he were. You closed your eyes all the same, giving him a moment to protest. It was silent. You opened your eyes slowly anyway, squinting against the brightness and ready to snap them shut again just in case he was there, unmasked, and you somehow had missed him. But the room was empty.
His armor and flight suit were gone, as were the clothes he’d helped you remove. Sitting beside the bed was a pair of pants and a shirt, like the ones you’d woken up in before, folded and waiting for you. You put them on, cuffing the pants so you wouldn’t trip, and you put the blankets you’d used to cover yourself back where they belonged on the bed before you went in search of the Mandalorian.
You found him in the cockpit, the tell-tale sound of engines a hint for where to go. The kid was on his lap, happily eating some of the meat from the planet you’d just left.
“Hey,” you said, even though you knew he’d have heard you come in.
“Wanted to get an early start,” he said, not looking at you.
“Sure,” you nodded.
“I’ll fix the heaters in a bit,” he said.
“If you need help, let me know,” you leaned against the wall of the cockpit, arms crossed. That got him to turn around.
“You don’t know how to fix things,” you could almost hear him frowning. You shrugged.
“I learned.” His silence was skeptical. “I had farm equipment to maintain. I’ve never worked on a starship but I can’t imagine the principles are all that different. You don’t want me running the show but I can help.”
“Good to know.”
You stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying to not think about your naked body against his while wishing you’d been with it enough to properly appreciate how much of his skin you’d gotten to touch instead of being too freezing and exhausted to think straight.
“Are these clothes yours?” You asked after too much silence for you to really tolerate. He nodded once. “I’ve just never seen you wear them.”
“I don’t around other people,” he said.
“Right.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek. You wished you’d just kissed him. You doubted you’d ever have the chance again, so close without a helmet in the way, you should have just kissed him. At least asked to kiss him. You couldn’t let the silence hang there anymore and you just left, going back into the hold and putting some distance between you and the Mandalorian.
He did ask for help when working on the heaters. Your size came as a plus, his shoulders too broad to properly reach the wires he needed.
“Be careful,” he sounded stressed. “If you…”
“It’s fine, Mando,” you said, torso inside the ship as you tested the wires. You found the issue, unplugging it from the panel and carefully slipping back into the hold. “Here’s your problem, it’s fried.”
He took it from you, holding it up.
“I don’t have any more of this,” he sighed. “Have to look for some on Jakku. At least the junk trade there is solid, finding pre-Empire compatible parts is getting harder and harder.”
“There’s more like that in there,” you nodded to the wire, your arm propped up on your raised knee. “Anything going to be a fire hazard if it goes? I’ve made it this far in life, I’d rather not be taken out by equipment failure.”
He sighed.
“Can you reach it?”
“I’ll need to climb all the way into the panel,” you shrugged. “But I think so. I won’t really know what I’m looking for, though, I’ll need you to describe it.”
“It’s probably the whole heating system,” he said. “I’ve got auxiliary to keep us from freezing to death if we need to detach it all but it won’t be a fun trip.”
“Better than dying in a fireball,” you said, turning and crawling into the panel, carefully working your way past wires without knocking them loose.
“Don’t like you in there, Doll,” he said as you reached the part of the panel you needed. There was an access point here, so you were at least able to move a little easier. You rolled your eyes, moving along the heater panel, checking all the wires.
“There’s a lot of wear and tear in here, Mando,” you frowned. “These wires look awfully close to the one I pulled. I think we might need to shut it off…”
“That’s going to make for a cold flight,” he sighed. “Can you reroute power to the auxiliary while you’re in there? Hopefully boost it?”
“Sure,” you replied, puzzling out the panels for a minute. “As soon as I figure out which one that is.”
“Don’t like this…” he muttered again. You ignored him, finding what you thought was the power cable and pulling it. You heard something power down but weren’t quite sure what.
“Didn’t just lose anything crucial did we?” You called.
“No, that was the heat,” he sighed. You nodded.
“Well at least it wasn’t life support,” you muttered, tracing your fingers along the panel until you found what you were pretty sure was the auxiliary system and attached it. “I think I have it, give it a go.”
It was quiet for a moment and you shifted your weight from foot to foot, the crouch you were stuck in getting uncomfortable.
“That was it,” he said. “Now get out of there before you electrocute yourself.”
“Such little faith,” you muttered as you made your way back into the hold. He ignored your comment as you used him for balance to get out of the innards of his ship. You sighed, crossing your arms. Even though the heaters had only just switched over, you already felt colder. But you were pretty sure it was just your mind getting ahead of your body.
“We should… I don’t know, swaddle him or something,” you nodded to the baby who was flicking through artwork on your data pad. “We need to keep him warm.”
“We can hole up in the bunk,” Din sighed. “Keep the heat concentrated in the smallest space…”
So that’s what you did. It was the first time there’d been any kind of physical intimacy between the two of you that one of you couldn’t just run away from, though you supposed it was different. It wasn’t like he’d had his fingers inside you or guided your hips over his until both of you came. He’d just held you to warm you up. While naked. Without the helmet.
You bundled up the best you could, Din sitting on one end of the bunk and you on the other, the baby clambering over both of your legs as they sat beside each other, as though you were living obstacle courses there for his amusement.
“Do you remember ever being that care free?” You asked, watching as the kid slipped a little on the Mandalorian’s beskar.
“A bit,” he said, offering the child a steadying hand. “It feels very far away, though. Another lifetime. You?”
“Yes and no,” you shrugged eventually. “I remember running and playing with my friends but those memories are so closely tied to bigger things. Like going to Alderaan as a girl. I got to see my friend and run in the woods and climb and do what children do but on the way there or home, I almost always had to deliver a message or retrieve one. Sometimes both. The joy was never had for joy’s sake.”
The kid moved on to trying to climb up the Mandalorian’s chest plate, grunting at the effort. Din offered him a hand but he ignored it. So he put it below the child, where he couldn’t see it, giving him a foothold he didn’t know was help. You smiled.
“I’d like that,” he said, looking up to you. “Joy for joy’s sake.”
You smiled, leaning your head back against the wall of the bunk.
“Me too.”
You’d fallen asleep with the child snuggly between you, Din leaving his armor on the floor - though the flight suit and helmet and your clothes stayed on. But in your sleep, you could have sworn you felt his lips on your forehead.
When you made it to Jakku, you were so cold you damn near sank into the sand, just happy to feel something warm. But now that you were there, you had a job to do.
You’d made a list of things you’d need to get into where you thought you needed to be - a bar that was popular with the Imperial set. The General, according to Din’s friend, was shifty. If he was there, he would hardly show up nightly and would only go places he felt secure. That narrowed the hunting grounds a bit.
Din had come to the opposite side of the planet from the outpost the Imperials reportedly collected at to gather supplies - both for you and the ship. You found some clothes that would help you blend in, a few days worth, and cartridges that would fit your blaster.
“I’ll stick to outside the outpost, about 30 clicks or so,” the Mandalorian said as you walked down the dusty street. “Close enough to get you out fast, far enough that they shouldn’t know I’m there.”
“So how am I getting to the outpost,” you frowned. You felt the kid’s eyes on you so you looked down to him, in his bag on Mando’s hip. Longing. You held out a finger and he took it, the kid immediately feeling happier. The Mandalorian looked your way and you could almost sense his expression, suddenly realizing what he was expecting. “No.”
“It’s just you,” he replied. “I thought you said you were fine when it was just you.”
“Don’t expect me to be racing out of there on a speeder,” you replied. “I won’t be making any dramatic escapes with it.”
“You can sell it when you get to town if you really want,” he said soothingly. You sighed.
“I can’t tell if you’re doing this to torture me or if this really is the best plan.”
“It’s the best plan,” he replied. “The torture is a perk. Just need to find one for a decent price.”
You sighed, glaring up at him.
“I have a better idea.”
The three of you made your way to the bar in town. You sent the Mandalorian in a few minutes before you, trying to make it look like you didn’t know each other. You spotted him quickly, his armor glistening from the corner while the kid happily drank from a small cup as he stood on the table.
You sat at the bar, ordering a weak cocktail and sipping it slowly, biding your time. If this planet had a fair few Imps, one would wander in eventually. You were right, not needing to wait long.
A man came into the bar, not much older than you but he had the military look you’d come to know well. Short hair, utilitarian clothes, a chip on his shoulder that you could have seen from space. He took the bar stool a few seats down from you and tried to get the attention of the bar tender, who was busy with other things. You looked him over as he ground his teeth, getting frustrated.
“Remember when we used to be treated well in places like this?” You smiled, tilting your body toward him. He looked you up and down, his eyes lingering on your chest.
“Those were the days,” he said, not sounding as frustrated as he looked. “What happened?”
You shrugged.
“Little fear went a long way.”
“Did it ever,” he changed seats, moving closer to you, watching your fingers as they trailed up your drink glass.
“So I was right,” you tilted your head a little, smiling flirtatiously. “You served?”
“Four years,” he said. “Sounds like you did, too, but you don’t look it.”
“Officers never do, do we?” You smirked.
“Where were you stationed?” He asked. He was facing you fully now, his whole body aligned with yours. You took a sip of your drink.
“Naboo,” you smiled. “You?”
“I was Naval,” he replied. “On the Executor.”
“Lord Vader’s ship?” Your eyebrows raised. You were impressed, not even having to fake it.
“Were you on Naboo for Cinder?” He asked. “Heard that was a bloodbath.”
“It was rough,” you nodded. “Barely made it out… The Executor? I don’t think I’ve met anyone who served on that vessel. You seem awfully young…”
“Well,” he smirked. “When you’re good at what you do, you rise through the ranks fast.”
You leaned in closer to him.
“Prove it,” you smiled.
“Prove it?” He swallowed, hard. You nodded. “How?”
You sat back, arching your back just so, his eyes almost snapping to your breasts.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” you quirked a brow at him. His eyes went back to yours. “Never seen an Executor service token before.”
He all but dove his hand into his pocket, pulling out a large, silver coin and slapping it on the bar. You picked it up, turning it over in your fingers, the image of a Star Destroyer on one side and the seal of the Empire on the other. The name of the ship was stamped into the outside edge. You smiled. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to sell your story.
“Impressive,” you smiled, downing the rest of your cocktail before tucking the token in your pocket and standing up.
“Hey wait,” he said, standing up, too.
“Well, aren’t you coming?” You asked over your shoulder as you headed for the door. He trailed behind you, his hand going to your lower back and sliding lower as you made your way outside.
“Do you have a place near here?” He asked as you lead him down the nearest alley.
“No,” you stopped and faced him, smiling. He looked confused. “I just needed your service token.”
“Wait,” he sounded confused, too. “I didn’t give it to you, not like that…”
“That’s true,” you nodded. “But I’m taking it. You can let me or you can try to take it back, but I wouldn’t recommend it.”
He was slow enough that you could see him figuring it out, the anger slowly building in him before he lunged for you. You sidestepped him, grabbing his hand and folding it back, making him yelp in pain.
“I was so hoping you’d choose this option,” you smirked, hooking your leg around his ankle and ripping it out from below him, watching as he crumpled to the ground.
“You said you served on Naboo!” His eyes searched yours.
“Never said for which side, you Imperial piece of shit,” you twisted his wrist until it snapped and you let it go. He pulled it into himself, staring at it in disbelief. You crouched down to his level, grabbing him by the hair and making him look at you.
“Now did you really serve on the Executor?” You asked, searching his eyes. “Or did you steal or buy this off someone and you just wanted to talk a big game?”
He looked terrified, like he wasn’t sure what the right answer was.
“I served,” his voice shook. “But I was just an enlisted! I was on janitorial, I never even fired my weapon outside of training, I swear!”
You caught a glimpse of beskar coming down the alley.
“What do you think, Mando?” You said, not looking up at him and keeping your eyes on the man in front of you. “Says he never fired his weapon. Think that excuses him?”
“He’s seen your face,” the Mandalorian replied, voice deathly calm. “He touched you. Should kill him.”
“Please!” He cried, cradling his wrist to his chest. “I swear, I never hurt anyone, I promise!”
You looked up at the Mandalorian, his arms crossed over his metal covered chest. He met your gaze, you could feel the intensity of his eyes behind the helmet. You looked back to the man on his knees in front of you.
“You ever going to tell anyone you saw me?” You asked him.
“No, never, not a word!” He was almost sobbing.
“You ever going to brag about being an Imp again?”
“No!”
“And why not?” You asked, still holding his hair. “Is propping up a fascist dictatorship that murdered billions something to be proud of?”
“No, please!”
You released him and he slumped to the ground. You stuck your hands in his pockets, finding a speeder key.
“Breathe a word of this and I’ll bleed you dry,” you said, stepping over him. “I’m keeping the coin and I’m taking the bike. Consider it reparations.”
It didn’t take long to find his speeder bike in front of the bar and you handed the keys to the Mandalorian.
“Now we don’t need to buy one,” you said. He climbed on the bike, setting the kid in front of him and leaning far enough forward for you to climb on the back. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head in the middle of his back.
“Should have killed him,” he said.
“He’s young,” you sighed. “Got sucked up in it. Who knows, maybe now he’ll do something good.”
Mando moved the ship to outside the outpost that night, setting it down near some rocks that made for decent enough cover. You climbed to the top of them, using binocs to scout a bit. There wasn’t much to see, Jakku as barren as Tatooine, the grit of sand slipping between your fingers. You hauled blankets outside and set them on the rock, Mando watching you like you were crazy the whole time.
“What?” You asked eventually, stretching out on one.
“It’s rock,” he said. “The ship is more comfortable.”
You shrugged.
“I like being outside,” you jerked your chink up toward the stars. “I can take some uncomfortable sleep.”
He sighed before stretching out beside you, the kid already asleep in his pod. You hesitated before rolling onto your side and wrapping around him, your head on his chest, arm draped over his stomach. He hesitated for a second before putting his arm around you, his fingers curling around your ribs, lightly brushing the bottom of your breast. You smiled, looking at the stars reflected on his beskar.
“I’m…” he paused, like he was rethinking what he was going to say. “It’s going to be weird, you being gone again.”
“Just for a few days,” you shrugged. “Maybe less, if our Imp shows his face sooner rather that later.”
You were both silent. He pulled you a little snugger against him.
“I’m going to miss you, too,” you said.
***
You may have been a natural at a number of things but flying a speeder was not one of them. Din did his best to not laugh as you took the controls to travel to the outpost, the kid watching with a concerned expression from his pod.
“I can’t believe you’re this worried about driving a speeder,” he shook his head, arms crossed in front of him.
“Some of us aren’t good at everything,” you muttered, your arms looking oddly stiff.
“Doll,” he said, fighting to keep the amusement from his voice. You looked at him, glaring a little. “It’s just 30 clicks and there’s nothing between here and there but sand. It’s going to be OK. Do you think I’d try to talk you into something that wasn’t going to be OK.”
“No,” you replied. “But I hate speeder bikes.”
“You’re fine when you’re on them with me,” he shrugged.
“Yeah, I trust you to drive them,” you snapped. “I’m another story.”
“You jumped us away from Coruscant once,” he replied. “That’s a busy system, you didn’t crash us into anything. You can fly a speeder bike through the desert.”
“Yeah yeah,” you muttered. You were wearing the clothes they’d gotten you the day before, you looking every inch like an Imp officer who’d been stuck on a backwater planet. The service token was in your pocket - your key into the Imperial gathering place - as was a com link and your knife. Your blaster was at your thigh and your bag was strapped to the back of the bike with enough to get you through at least a week of observing and feeding Din information.
“If anything happens…” he started but you cut him off.
“I’ll call.”
“I’m serious,” he said, regretting this plan more and more the closer you got to leaving. “If you get into a bad spot, hide and tell me. I’ll get you out.”
“Din,” you sat up straight, hands on your thighs. “It’s going to be fine. Just a bar full of old Imps, not a snake pit.”
“Don’t try to take him in,” he ignored you. “Just locate him.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
He looked at you for a moment. You were watching him, patiently waiting for him to adjust to the lack of control he knew he was about to have. You hadn’t been this far away from him since he’d found you again. He knew it would have to happen eventually. That, before too long, you’d be much further for much longer. It didn’t make him feel any better.
“Let me know when you get there,” he said. “And give me location information for wherever you find a room. I want to be able to get to you quickly.”
“OK,” you smiled, almost condescendingly.
“Be safe, Doll.”
You just gave him a nod before leaning over the bike, starting it and taking a deep breath before shooting off. Din watched you go, eyes still on the horizon long after he couldn’t see you anymore.
“C’mon kid,” he sighed, patting his little head. “We’ve got repairs to make.”
***
You made it to the outpost without incident and you tried your damndest to not look shaky getting off the stupid bike.
It wasn’t a huge place and it didn’t take you long to get the lay of the land. You parked your bike down the street from a bar that you suspected was the right one, watching people come and go for a bit. It looked like there was an inn on the upper floors, a stroke of luck you weren’t anticipating. You took a moment to center yourself, reminding yourself why you were there.
It had been a while since you’d done something of this magnitude. You’d been surrounded by Imps before, sometimes for days, but you’d had more reliable cover. You didn’t have a fake chain code, no believable ID. If anyone questioned your story, the only thing you had to back yourself up - give you any clout - was the service token you’d stolen the night before. Blasting your way out of here would be hard. You just had to lie low enough that you didn’t draw unwanted attention but be noticeable enough that you could confirm the General’s identity. A delicate balance.
You slung your bag over your arm and stalked into the bar, carrying yourself with the confidence of someone who belonged. Everyone in the bar had the feel you’d come to associate with Imperials. Entitled, uniform, the idea that no cost was too high for what they wanted. If they couldn’t buy it, they would take it.
“Can I help you?” The bar tender met you at the end of the bar, looking you over. You tried to place her allegiance as quickly as you could. She seemed a bit different, probably just working here for a job and not because she supported the cause. You’d have to make sure that - if you did have to shoot your way out of here - that she wasn’t collateral damage.
“New in town,” you said gruffly. “Heard this was a good place to find jobs from… like minded folk.”
A few people in the bar looked your way and you squared your jaw, almost daring them to come challenge you. None did.
“Do you have a room?” You asked, turning back to the young woman behind the bar.
She took your credits and gave you a key and you made your way upstairs. You’d gotten lucky, she’d given you a corner room on the top floor, giving you more ways out and fewer ways for people on the inside to eavesdrop or break through. Plus, getting to the roof for a quick escape would be easy, just out the window and up.
You set your bag down and did a quick search of the room, checking for potential recording devices or traps. Not that anyone knew you were coming but you wouldn’t put it past Imperials to tap every room in the place. They’d have no qualms about spying on their fellow Imps. Hell, that just might be a perk.
But there was no sign of anything nefarious. You peeked out the window, high enough off the ground that you doubted anyone on the street below could see you. In another stroke of luck, the windows of the inn weren’t just open holes in the wall but had actual panes of glass, offering some quiet and privacy. Probably why Imps were so drawn to this place, you realized. Hard to do illegal business under the nose of the New Republic when someone could just stand under your window and hear everything you had to say.
You fished out your com link.
“Mando?” You said, keeping your voice low. He responded almost immediately.
“Doll,” he replied. “You make it?”
“No, I’m dead in the desert.”
“That’s not funny.”
“I disagree,�� you smiled to yourself before getting down to business. “I’m at the inn, it’s over the bar. Pretty easy to find.”
“Which room?”
“Northeast corner, top floor,” you replied. “Swept it for bugs already. We got lucky, there are real windows here, seems built for privacy.”
“That is lucky,” he said. “What’s the place like?”
“About what you’d expect,” you shrugged, even knowing he couldn’t see you. “Full of them, same as ever.”
He was silent for a moment.
“How’s the kid?”
He didn’t answer for a moment. You were about to check the com when he spoke.
“He misses you.”
You smiled for a second, hoping that maybe he wasn’t just talking about the kid.
“I miss him, too.”
You were silent again, sitting on the bed in your room, feeling oddly alone.
“I’m going to go see what I can learn,” you said eventually.
“Check in when you get back to your room,” Mando said. “If you don’t check in for longer than 12 hours, I’m coming to get you.”
“You’re overbearing, you realize that?”
“Don’t get yourself killed,” he said. “Talk to you soon.”
You switched the com off and headed downstairs. You picked a corner table, small enough that you wouldn’t be a problem but large enough that someone wouldn’t mind joining you if they wanted to talk.
You sat like an Imp, taking up as much space as you could, one leg stretched into the aisle alongside the table, the opposite arm laying across the back of the booth. You ordered a beer and sipped it slowly, watching as people came and went. One man came in who was in the age bracket of Shadrin but he sat close enough to you that you could eavesdrop with ease. No luck.
The lack of puck made this difficult. You had no idea what the guy looked like, just that he was a human man in his 60s.
“Heard you were looking for work,” a younger man from the bar came and stood next to you, beer bottle dangling from his hand.
“What’s it to you?” You asked, keenly aware of the longer reach for your blaster. You watched him carefully, like a predator.
“Haven’t seen you before,” he shrugged, taking the seat in the booth across from you.
“New to the area,” you said, looking out to the bar.
“You serve?” He asked. You looked at him, brows raised. He put his hands up in surrender. “It’s a valid question, we can’t just trust anybody who walks in here.”
You glared at him for a second before reaching into your pocket and pulling out the service token, slapping it on the table. He picked it up, looking it over.
“Executor?” He nodded, looking impressed before setting it back down. “Not many enlisted got that gig.”
“The hell makes you think I was enlisted,” you snapped.
“Seem a bit young to be an officer,” he replied.
“Not when you can do what I can do,” you grabbed the token off the table and stuck it back in your pocket. “If you’re not hiring, move along and stop wasting my time.”
“What kind of work you after?” He asked, looking you up and down.
“The kind that’ll make a difference,” you said.
“What skills do you have?”
“Keep asking me stupid questions and you’ll find out,” you snapped. He smirked.
“Might know someone who’s looking for help,” he replied. “How long are you here for?”
“Until I find the right job,” you replied. “What’s the job?”
“I’ll let him tell you that,” he said. “Assuming you’re still here next time he comes in.”
He took his beer and left your table.
The first man was the closest thing you had to a lead that night. You stayed in your corner, drinking your way through 3 beers over the course of 8 hours - enough to not be suspicious but little enough that you stayed sober. A few others approached you, offering small work that you pretended was below you. One tried to pick you up and you pulled your knife on him, threatening to cut his balls off when he wouldn’t take a no and just kept talking.
You were cautious as you made your way up to your room. You put your bag just on the other side of the door when you got in - not against it, where it wasn’t heavy enough to make a difference anyway but far enough in that it’d trip someone in the dark if they weren’t looking - and called Din.
“Hey,” you said, waiting for a second. He answered quickly.
“Still alive, I hear.”
You laughed a little.
“Nah,” you said. “Just haunting you.”
“You would.”
You rolled your eyes, falling back on your bed.
“Any luck?” He asked.
“Possible lead,” you replied. “Talked to a guy who sounded like he did advance work for someone higher up. Didn’t get a name or a schedule, he sounds cagey which is a good thing for us.”
“Could be our guy,” Din agreed.
You were quiet for a moment.
“Your contact say why they’re so interested in him?” You asked.
“Not in detail,” he replied. “She’s New Republic Special Forces, not sure she could say. Don’t think she was supposed to be asking me for help but…”
“You’re good at what you do,” you said when he was quiet for a moment.
“Sounds like he’s working on something,” he replied. “Otherwise I doubt she’d have called.”
“Got the impression the guy here is looking for talent outside the norm,” you said. “So I tried to fit the bill.”
“You’re good at what you do,” he said. You smiled a bit. “I’m sure you’ve got his attention.”
You were quiet for a moment, looking around your stark room. You’d spent the last few nights beside Din and the last few weeks with him never that far away. You thought you were used to being alone but this felt lonely.
“Get the ship fixed?” You asked, mostly for something to say.
“Close,” he replied. “I can’t fit where you can, I’ve had to take some things apart. She’ll still fly fine, but there are more pieces in my hold than I really like.”
“So particular.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I like my ships in one piece, I’m picky that way.”
You sighed after a moment.
“I’m not sure I can blast my way out of here if I need to,” you said, biting your lip.
“Are you OK?” He asked quickly.
“I’m fine,” you said, stretching your legs a bit, adjusting on the bed. “But I just thought you should know. There’s a fair bit of firepower here. They’ve got men and they’ve got blasters. I don’t think I’m in danger but if it comes down to it, you might just need to take the kid and go.”
“No.”
“Din…” you sighed.
“No. That’s the end of it.”
“If it’s me or the kid, you choose the kid,” you said. “And I don’t mean in a sure thing, either, because I know what you’d do then. I mean if it looks at all dicey, do not risk that boy. Understand?”
He was silent.
“I mean it, Din,” you said. “Do not risk it.”
“I promise I won’t take any undue risks with the kid’s life,” he said after a moment.
“That was oddly specific,” you replied.
“It’s the answer you’re getting.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“And you’re frustrating,” he replied. “Same as always.”
You rolled your eyes but found yourself wishing you could turn and look at him, touch him. When you slept beside each other, even if you started out feet apart you always ended up close, naturally gravitating toward each other, even when you weren’t conscious.
Neither of you had said goodnight but it had been a few minutes since you’d said anything and you let your mind drift, staring at the ceiling. Without meaning to, you found yourself remembering the night by the fire, the night that he’d touched you. The way his hands - his bare, ungloved hands - had roamed over your skin, leaving trails of heat over your flesh. You’d felt the desire there, the need and the want that mirrored your own, you were sure it was there when he sank his fingers into you, his thumb working your clit, his other hand against your breast and then your mouth and then your hair…
You slipped one hand below your shirt, cupping your breast, the other drifting into your pants, slipping over your lower lips, brushing your clit, finding the slick heat at your core.
“Doll?” His voice on the com made you jump and you scrambled for it, answering it as quickly as you could.
“Yeah?” You said, wincing at the sound of your voice. He paused.
“What were you just doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
You were quiet, breathing heavy, cheeks hot.
“Keep doing it,” he said, his voice dark. You swallowed, hard.
“Doing what?” You asked.
“You know what.”
You were silent.
“Where’s your hand, Doll.” He asked while not asking - he never could just ask.
“None of your business,” you said, still a little breathless.
“It’s my business,” he replied. “I want you to put your hand between your legs.”
“You think I’m going to just do what you tell me?” You demanded even though you knew you were going to listen to him, you were already desperate.
“Yes,” he said. “Put your hand between your legs. Tell me when you have.”
“Only if you do it, too,” you said quickly.
“Deal,” he said. “Put your hand between your legs, Doll.”
You took a shaky breath and obeyed, putting your fingers back against yourself.
“OK,” you said, trying to keep your voice from trembling.
“Touch your clit,” he ordered. “Lightly, one finger, moving in a circle.”
You closed your eyes and obeyed, the sound of his voice settling warm in your stomach, like the best liquor, getting you drunk on desire. A light moan slipped from your lips.
“Good,” he said, his voice heavier. “Keep going, a little harder now, up and down.”
“Are you…” you managed, but he cut you off.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “Add another finger, a little harder, faster.”
You obeyed. It was easy, pretending it was his hand touching you when his voice was so close, telling you what to do, making it so you didn’t need to think or worry.
“Slide your fingers down,” he ordered. “Use your palm on your clit, get your fingers nice and wet for me, Doll.”
“Din,” you whimpered as you obeyed.
“I want you to push into yourself,” he almost moaned it, sounding almost as desperate as you felt. “Slowly. You’re tight, don’t go too hard…”
“Fuck,” you moaned, opening yourself with your two fingers, slowly sinking into your sex.
“Tell me when you’re all the way inside, Doll,” he was panting now. “I want to hear you.”
Your walls clenched tight around your fingers, wetness seeping out onto your hand, until you were buried deep inside yourself.
“I am,” you managed.
“Good,” he said. “Curve your fingers up into yourself, you know where I mean.”
You obeyed with a choked moan, pressing into the spot he’d found with his fingers.
“Keep your fingers curved,” he said. “And slowly slide them down, almost out of you, keep your palm on your clit.”
You did as you were told, moving excruciatingly slowly inside yourself, your body starting to tighten around you.
“Doll?” He asked. His voice was needy. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” you whimpered.
“Me what.”
“You to make me cum,” you were ready to beg if he needed. “You to cum. You in me. Please…”
“Push your fingers inside yourself again,” he said. “Harder, faster. Then pull them back. Do it again and again for me, harder and faster each time.”
“Fuck,” you gasped it as you worked your hand against yourself, your body getting tighter and tighter. “Are you close?”
“I’m not cumming until you’re at least on number two, Doll,” he said. “Let me hear you.”
You moaned, pressing harder and faster into yourself, your fingers stretching your wet heat to the point of soreness but you didn’t care, breaths coming in keening pants.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” you moaned.
“Do it,” he commanded. “Cum for me.”
You went over the edge at his words, your whole body throbbing with it, not able to see straight from it.
“Din,” you moaned, breathless, your fingers stilled inside you. “Fuck…”
“Did I tell you to stop?” He asked.
“No.”
“Then don’t stop,” he said. “I need you to cum one more time for me, I need to finish with you. Keep fucking yourself, hard, deep.”
Your body was like a raw nerve, everything heightened, but you listened, thrusting your fingers in and out of yourself, letting yourself moan and pant so that he could hear you. He did the same, the sound of his pleasure rough and demanding. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if it was you he was slamming into instead of his hand, how he’d stretch you, fill you.
“Din,” it was like you were having an out of body experience, there was too much pleasure in you for your mind to process as your second orgasm built. You were watching yourself standing at the edge of a cliff, desperately wanting to shove yourself over the side. “I’m about to… Fuck, Din, please…”
“Please what,” he swallowed, panting.
“Please cum,” you begged. “I can’t hold back, please…”
“Fuck, Cyare,” he moaned, his voice filling you as you came, hard, your body surrendering totally to it. He was breathless, gasping but satisfied. You went limp on the bed, your fingers still inside yourself, you didn’t have the energy to move them.
You both lay there, coming back down from your shared high while miles apart. You caught your breath, happy to just listen to him exist on the other end of the comm.
“Doll?” He said softly.
You paused. What did you even say now?
“Yes?”
“Be safe.”
A/N: I'm SUPER excited about this chunk of story, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Thanks for reading and enjoying Din and Doll! Love you all <3
#fanfic#smut fic#mandalorian fanfic#enemies to friends to lovers#din djarin#the mandalorian#slow burn#the mandalorian x reader#the mandalorian x f!reader#the mandalorian x female reader
105 notes
·
View notes
Text
So I was reading lightlark and also looking trough the Tumblr tag and I came upon this thing
This excerpt it's a description of Isla's crown armor for the duel with the other rulers
And first of all this is exactly what is described that she a powerless barely twenty girl wore to fight hundreds of years older former warlords and kings who had powers
So I had to draw this
There are many things to hate about this, first and foremost this is described as the lingerie armor usually found in male gaze RPGs
But also no coverage on the head or neck
She doesn't describe any type of hand coverage or gauntlet so either she went to fight bare hands or the most disgusting idea I can ever imagine, chainmail gloves
I was generous about this by the way because the objective was clearly to be extremely sexy so I added some flowery stuff to it because just the armor itself looks like the least appealing design I can ever imagine
Also the boots I hope the author imagined them movable and not the most uncomfortable ever ariana grande style of boots
And the author doesn't describes what she is wearing under so I'm just imagining the pinching
And i have to say again this was the thing she wore at a duel with highly powerful beings also while trusting the dude that everyone thought it was evil
If grim or any of them wanted to end that fuckery fast her head would've been rolling in seconds
#i had to do this#lightlark#alex aster#isla crown#this thing caused me phisical pain#and i was nice because she described a pauldron as a shoulder pad#i could've given her a literal 80s shoulderpad#anti booktok#fuck booktok#anti booktok bitch#booktok
188 notes
·
View notes
Note
345
Bestie Jack was not one of the abusive white men in Ed's life. Ed and Jack were BOTH being abused by Hornigold, who was being paralelled HARD with both Izzy and Ed's dad in the gravy basket scene.
It honestly makes me so crazy that so much of Tumblr don't understand the difference between a toxic friend and a domestic abuser. Like is Jack shitty? Yes. Is all conflict abuse? Not by any stretch of the imagination. Are Mary and Annie Ed's abusers too? Is that where we're at right now? Don't answer that I know you'll answer wrong the answer is no but they are bad friends who drag him down. When would Jack have even been in a position to abuse him, presumably after they were both being beaten down on by Hornigold they separated, a ship only has one captain after all.
But anyway yeah Izzy was one of the abusive white men in Ed's life, like Hornigold, who Ed was also projecting his daddy issues on, which is why he brought up his dad in the gravy basket immediately before choking him out, just like how Ed choked Izzy and the next words out of his mouth were "I am the Kraken" Just like how he strangled his dad to death. These are what we call parallels. And then as soon as it becomes clear that Izzy no longer has an interest in being shitty to him what does he do? He goes and finds an angry white father who's willing to beat him up and starts calling him fucking Poppop.
I find it really hard to interpret Ed and Izzy's relationship without seeing Izzy as a replacement father to Ed (after he killed his last two since I'm assuming Hornigold got mutinied. He seems like the kinda guy who would get mutinied.) Poppop made it clear that Ed sorta seeks these guys out subconsciously. Without that context why would Ed hire someone who in 1.04 demonstrates no competency in sailing and in 1.06 no competency in fuckery (Ed's whole thing). Ed always seemed to not really care that much about Izzy, he doesn't miss him when they're separated, he banishes him from the ship, but he also inexplicably keeps him around in 1.04 and doesn't kill him in 1.10. He constantly lets Izzy undermine his authority as if Izzy has some seniority over him despite Izzy being his subordinate and a worse pirate. He doesn't talk to him for days and then he cries when he dies and says he's his only family. He constantly seeks Izzy's approval throughout season one.
That is just how a teenager or young adult who hasn't gone no contact yet would treat his abusive dad. That doesn't mean that Izzy was teaching him anything or that Izzy sees himself as a father to Ed but it is an accurate description of how Ed approached the relationship.
352.
related posts: #345
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Luci Angst Fic Idea That’s Been Rattling Around In My Head
Okay, so, it’s no real secret that I absolutely love angst and Hurt/Comfort content. I slurp that shit up like there’s no tomorrow. And recently my darling brain has been so kind as to supply me a new concept that could be shoved into a whole number of Lucifer angst fics.
Basically the premise is this:
Part of Lucifer’s punishment is that every year on the same day, a member of the heavenly court (the same Angel every time) comes down to administer a little “reminder” to keep Lucifer in line. Basically, he gets tortured, and the shit beat out of him annually to make sure he stays depressed. The Angel that does this is called “The Punisher” and they are very strong, but also have cool mind fuckery powers that they use to really get inside Luci’s head.
Most of my ideas are Charlie (who doesn’t know) finding out about this when it happens after Luci moves into the hotel, and being absolutely MORTIFIED! Good old Father-Daughter time. U know the drill. Sometimes my brain even likes to be like “oh yeah, the day of/after his Punishment Day was the day Lilith took Charlie and left” because I just love to make him suffer so he can be sympathized w/. I’m just like that don’t fucking judge, it’s not as weird as u think. Maybe. Whatever.
Anyway, yeah. It’s BRUTAL!
Content warning below for descriptions of violence next for some of the things I imagine happening to him, as well as an illustration with a shit ton of gold blood all over the place.
- A lot of the times they will do stuff to his wings to be like “you don’t deserve these.” Either rip them off and force them to grow back, break them, and once (the time Charlie finds out) skinning them to take the feathers off. That one is particularly angsty and I can’t help but be drawn to the heartbreaking-ness of it.
- Lots of punching, kicking, hitting scratching, and throwing him around.
- Concentrated holy water or holy light or something to burn
- Lots of emotional degradation (not the kink, if that wasn’t obvious)
- Induced hallucinations of everyone he loves hating him
- And, u know, whatever new toys The Punisher comes up with.
Here’s a pretty little drawing too! Because I’m a terrible person (as always, Tumblr is gonna fuck up the quality and I’m not smart enough to know how to do ‘tap for higher resolution’ so here’s a link to a better version: tehe )
#hazbin hotel lucifer#i love luci#lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#apple daddy#duck lord#short king#lucifer angst#angst#cw: gore#fanfic idea#I would read this#I’ve been imagining it for weeks now#sad boy#I’m sorry baby#I love u sm#but this is for me#he’s suffering
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fanfic Masterprint
(envinoveritas over on AO3. Why settle for just one pseud?)
Dearly Beloved
A comedy of errors based on this exchange.
8,241 words; Rated T
Something Weird
A silly little ficlet in which Ed makes a proposition & Stede makes an assumption.
303 words; Rated T
Stede Sonnets
I have a problem. It’s everyone’s problem now. An ever-expanding collection of sonnets.
Let's say Rated M because some of them are kind of dirty.
Beautiful and Useless
Missing scene; wound care after the Stab Me scene.
6,658 words; Rated T
Your Achilles
Alternative Perspective Sequel of the events of "Beautiful and Useless." Longer and hornier.
10,038 words; Rated E
Hook Head Man Tale
Short one-shot resulting from an ofmd-daily challenge.
1,582 words; G-rated metafiction
Put Your Kraken Arms Around Me
Inspired by @wearfinethingsalltoowell: Imagine Stede not knowing bed-sharing etiquette and so he rolls over to the side to give Ed space, and then Ed is just like “nope. I’m getting a hug Stede no escape”.
1,055 words; T-rated bedsharing fluff
And Hold Me And Touch Me
Inspired by @wearfinethingsalltoowell: Imagine Ed getting giggly drunk, dropping into Stede’s lap, telling him how pretty he is, kissing him, giving him the baby cow eyes, asking for snuggles.
Now imagine it’s pre-reconciliation.
1,160 words; Rated T
Advanced Maneuvers
Remember that scene where Ed taught Stede the "Unhand Me or Bleed" maneuver? No? Huh.
1st chapter rated T; can be read as a stand-alone. 2nd chapter rated E; written because I believe in rewarding lovely comments with smut. 9,190 words total
Timing is Everything
Alternative Perspective Sequel to "Advanced Maneuvers." Wherein Ed decides to teach Stede the "Unhand me or bleed" maneuver. For purely altruistic reasons, and not at all because he was fucking desperate for an excuse to rub up against him. Yep.
15,172 words; ALL of it rated E because I believe in rewarding lovely comments with smut AND Ed Teach is thirsty af.
Holy Fuck Pretty much what it says on the tin; E-rated priest-kink sacrelicious smutty smut.
6,119 words
Under Par
From @jellybeanium124: is anyone gonna write a fic where ed and stede ditch a country club party together and steal a golf cart and write around drunk?? ed in a golf cart please!
And @serious-goose: i raise you flirty cartgirl!Ed. if you know you know. they basically sell drinks and snacks to old rich dudes at golf courses and ride around on golf cart drink carts. some flirt for tips... 😏
All I can say is "Por que no los dos?" Modern AU.
4,237 words; Rated T
Time Enough
From @let-me-dream-with-the-stars: If the show had enough of a budget, I had the idea yesterday of a moment where Stede and Ed trapped inside a room, maybe a sinking ship the revenge and the rooms filling with waterJust the ULTIMATE drama: trapped beneath a bookshelf? They have to keep pushing even as they are now underwater? One escapes and has to pull the other out as he's slowly becoming weak????????
3,889 words; Rated T
Unbelievable
A response to @ofmd-dailyquest prompt: Make Up Unbelievable Stories about The Most Fearsome Pirate.
459 words; Rated T
Footsteps in the Dark
Originally posted to tumblr in response to a post from @nicnacsnonsense: "No wait, Stede, come back! Tell me more about how you have Ed’s gait memorized." This is the story of how that happened.
1,052 words; Rated T
Like I Want to be Awake
Alternative Perspective Sequel (that's my brand, baby) to "Footsteps in the Dark." Response to @nicnacsnonsence comment on that fic: "also tell me more about Ed’s horny fingertips 😏"
16,310 words; Rated E
When a Good Plan Comes Together
based on this prompt:
Can you imagine the first time ed and stede does a huge fuckery together? Them getting to sit together and plan it all out with there heads close together leaning over their plans. Them getting ready for it together all giggly and excited and then executing it together all in sync. And after they will be so proud of each other. So proud of them. Kissing all full of adrenaline and the rush of the action.
1,077 words; Rated T
Spin
Inspired by @wearfinethingsalltoowell's Spin the Bottle prompt.
Slight canon divergence where Jack busts out Spin the Bottle instead of Whippies part 2 at the end of "We Gull Way Back".
2,544 words; Rated T
The Stede That Stayed
A quick little thing I jotted out while waiting for the new eps to drop. Now in the post-drop haze, I am delighted to say it is not canon-compliant.
Inspired by this prompt from @wearsfinethingsalltoowell:
"My favorite fic trope is Stede comes back in the middle of the night and Ed thinks it’s a dream and so they have sex. Then Stede’s still there in the morning and he is confused"
2,234 words; Rated E
The Devil’s Panties
When Stede falls ill, Ed takes it upon himself to find out what he can about the strange, glowing flower that made his friend sick and to find a cure for his malady.
It sounds so innocent and wholesome, doesn’t it? j/k; It’s a sex-pollen story.
14,023 words; Rated E
Microfiction (tag novels and plot bunnies):
1985 (a dream I had that maybe will one day become an AU?)
“In the Closet” a tag novel
“Florida Man” a CJ tag-novel
“Arm’s Length” a post-reunion, pre-reconciliation tag novel
“Fine” an S2 wedding tag novel
“Falling into Sunlight” a different S2 wedding tag novel
“It’s Easy” a pr0ny tag novel
“The Very Model” a Pirates of Penzance X-over tag novel
“Can’t Hardly Weight” a gym-based AU tag novel
“To the Mattresses”
“Stacked” a cosplay-inspired library-centric tag novel
“Let Me Check You Out” a sexy librarian AU tag novel
“On the Edge of A Knife” a noir-style tag novel that I swear I’m actually going to write one day
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
Going through the Bachelor Route again and something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately is Daniil’s relationship to the Capital; I like the idea of him being born and raised in the city firstly since I think he’d relish the gravitas of attending a big-city university and all the laurels that come with a fancy Capital lab, but also would enjoy the intellectual opportunities that cities offer—the chance to converse with academics from other countries/disciplines and exchange ideas.
But also because I’m emotional about cities and how full of humanity they are and how that connects with Daniil, because I really do think that he truly cares about humanity and believes in it; that’s something that underlies his being a Utopian. Rather than an abstract desire for miracles like Eva or the Kains’ general fuckery, his motivations rest in curing humanity of its collective inevitable fate; he even describes himself as fighting inevitability, and given his resilience I imagine he’d also believe in humanity’s capacity to endure. It just gets to me in how he talks about the Utopian ending. In his own route he says that the Polyhedron “allows us hope of a possibility that some false-truths of our ill-fated epoch might be overthrown” and though I view Patho’s setting as anachronistic rather than factual history, such lines make me consider the context of war in the background. That is, when I first read that (in particular the ‘ill-fated epoch’ line) I was reminded of the sentiment surrounding the advent of total war, the feeling that the world was ending and that humanity was doomed to destroy itself, which also reminds me of Georgiy saying “If people keep saying we’re doomed, they might well bring about our extinction,” a self-fulfilling prophecy that Daniil seems to reject and even be defiant towards. In Clara’s route, when describing the Utopian ending, Daniil says that the winner will be “Mere humanity. Any kind of it—even malicious, and yet still a living one,” and that “malicious but living” sentiment echoes him telling Artemy that even if the Polyhedron causes evil “Does this mean, however, that we—all of us, the humanity, I mean—should abandon our attempts, efforts, and search?” which in context I take as referring to the attempt to continue going forward. Daniil sees the Polyhedron as the "sprout of humanity’s future” and Andrey/Peter consistently describe it as for people, for humanity, and I think that sentiment bleeds over into Daniil as well in the above lines.
And I’m probably reading too much into when Daniil tells Clara that “We win and you lose here, you see?” but this is a Tumblr post about a plague simulator so that’s my right: I find it delicious if Daniil is saying “here humanity triumphs over nature” given that Clara can represent earth/natural law if she’s to be interpreted as the plague incarnate, i.e. and instrument of the Law (as Aglaya says). And the centre of Daniil’s doctrine is humanity triumphing over nature; as he says, “I am challenging the forces of nature” when he describes his research.
He’s just. He’s just so. I feel that despite his capacity to be a downright prick Daniil does have fierce hope in humanity and insistence in its capacity to endure, even if he’s overzealous and unrealistic about what that endurance looks like which is why I’m just yes put that impassioned dandy in the big city so he can cavort with scholars and be in the whirl and rush of humanity !!!
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
the saga of trigger anon <3
hope it's okay that i'm posting these all at once & responding to them in bulk--they're just all so fucking good and having them all in one place seemed right<3
dear lord, trigger anon (that's what i'm calling you), these are some fucking amazing ideas.
imagining having my brain scrambled to this degree is incredible. i'd like to expand on your ideas with a potential fix for people with physical disabilities, like myself, for whom counting steps is either not possible or would take a long time; in all honesty, i'm not up on my feet very often if i can help it, and use a wheelchair part-time! i fucking love your ideas, but this was the best way i could think of to add to them, so here goes:
say you have a wheelchair user as your sub/trancee. surely there's a way to either rig a smartwatch or an arduino setup of some sort to count revolutions of the wheels instead of steps. or perhaps distance traveled?
for someone who's bedbound...they sell these stupid-fancy water bottles that have counters on the side i think. using that as your metric, instead of basing it on physical movement, might be a good stand-in as well (no pun intended >.>)
someone with a CGM or heart rate monitor could also be conditioned with triggers aligning w/ their medical equipment, only inasmuch as it's safe to do so, obviously; don't really know how i feel about that idea--but i have neither of those pieces of medical equipment so i'm not as familiar.
how about someone who stims? (obv not a physical disability, i'm now going wild with ideas in other ways lol) give them a clicky thing to stim with, maybe a people counter or whatever...they could try to keep from stimming, but eventually they'll want to...
or if they're like me and have flappy hands, attach a step counter to their wrist so that it counts "steps" when they stim >:) most of my stims aren't object-assisted, so that's how it would have to be for me ahah.
i have Thoughts on what you sent re: the "idle game" trancee situation i posted. here are some more ideas based on that:
love the idea of follower participation--that you all could send in words that make me do things <3 i saw a post once about hypnotizing someone to be a little pornbot, like, every tumblr notification they got made them hornier and happier and dumber, so they'd crave to post a lot of things that got them engagement, and it's lived in my brain ever since lol.
the best way it could work, i think, is to first condition me to avoid clicking a link that says certain words, and then to put my triggers under that link so that my followers know them, but i don't :) a person DMs me the word "trumpet" or some shit and i don't understand why im instantly moaning out loud...
that's another way of tracking "points" that doesn't rely on steps: different note numbers on my own posts = different effects on my body. for extra fuckery, make it different not numbers on any Tumblr post, and condition me to scroll tumblr anytime i get bored (wouldn't take much lol)
gosh, fuck yes to "cheat codes." the right words, actions, or sights in combination = secret level unlock ahahaha. see someone clap their hands together, on the train while seated, *and* be above 600 steps/stims/whatever? for the next week, suddenly there's an erogenous zone on my middle finger that feels exactly like my clit when it rubs against anything.
eaten an egg that day, have edged at least 12 times, *and* got a follower to cum? for an hour, i drool uncontrollably...fuck i could go on forever.
last one, since i said "egg." seen a stray cat that day, have ruined once, *and* have a song stuck in my head? i'm suddenly convinced that i'm full of an alien's eggs, and incredibly embarrassed about it.
stacking triggers this way is super fun. i think sometimes it's hard for my owner to visualize how conditioning/hypno works for my brain--still figuring it out myself--but visualization (for me) is the best mode of conditioning. imagining myself like an idle game, where the character (me) is encountering different combinations of gameplay (idle triggers), helps me be more receptive to conditioning.
#t4t nsft#hypno k1nk#t4t hypn0sis#h/d#denial#asks#dizzy#tw: hypnosis#exh#neurosexy#cripping kink#....crinking????#trigger anon#undescribed
18 notes
·
View notes
Note
HI I SEE YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT DANGRANOPA AGAIN!!! i should not be on tumblr rn but i'd like to ask on what you think about the whole remnant brainwashing thing revealed on the danganronpa 3 (i think it was 3??) anime. I have. Thoughts on this topic n im curious about yours aswell :D (also your post on the patterns in danganronpa is so <333 honestly my only observation that differs is that the chapter 2 murders were caused by the motives themselves, its a bit of a stretch on the first game but its there sksksksks)
ohhhhh……… i hate hate HATE the brainwashing thing so much. it’s so bad and honestly ruins a LOT of what makes the remnants so interesting to me. i pretend it does not exist.
because like. they had everything laid out for them. there was SO MUCH they could’ve done to explain why the remnants fell into despair. i would imagine the class was already going through it with the death of fuyuhiko’s sister. it would’ve been easy for junko to start pulling the strings from there, to make them slowly fall into despair, only to use chiaki’s death/execution as the final tipping point.
it feels so much more impactful for despair to have been a Choice, at least to some extent. it’s worse to have them turn to it, to be pushed to their limits and fall from grace in such a horrible and shocking way. brainwashing is just. what’s the point? there’s no conflict. all the crimes they committed while remnants? well it’s okay because they were brainwashed ^_^ that wasn’t ACTUALLY them, silly ^_^ it’s also a total fucking cop-out and ruins miterai’s character. like what the fuck do you mean the ultimate animator’s work is only so widely beloved because he found out about subliminal mind control. it should be widely beloved because he’s. yknow. the best at his craft. he should animate so well it blows people’s dicks off. everyone else gets to have their titles because they’re insanely skilled at their craft but he gets it because mind fuckery?? imagine if mikan was the ultimate nurse because she figured out placebo bullshit instead of actual nursing. what’s the point of an ultimate title if your fame and prestige don’t actually come from your skill and instead brainwashing everyone into thinking you’re the best.
as much as udg sucks ass, they did the despair thing RIGHT. we saw the warriors be pushed to the edge, have despair offered to them as a way out, and fall to it. and they turned away!! they realized they’d been manipulated and lied to and chose to make up for their actions!! you KNOW you fucked up when udg does something better than you.
so yeah 👍 i hate it and actively ignore its existence. 2 me junko did the same thing she did with the warriors and manipulated and pushed class 77 into despair in a more natural and believable way. miterai gets to stay tho bc i love him
#muse talk#verity-clover#dangantag#SORRY i had this in the drafts since u asked but kept forgetting to post akfjakd#yeah. i hate it. it’s bad. arguably worse than v3 to me#bc it ruins pre-existing canon#neg
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ten First Lines
ten first lines tagged by @ghostalservice! You should absolutely go check out her wonderful work ❤️
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
All of these are Our Flag Means Death fics, mostly modern or historical AU, two canon-era.
1. It’s a dark, rain-damp night in the jungle, but the hunter is not alone. (Life Finds a Way, an OFMD x Jurassic Park AU)
2. Stede Bonnet stands on the ten-metre diving platform of the aquatic centre in Barbados, staring down at the blue depths of the pool far below. (Ordinary Magic, a Valentine's Day follow-up for Synchronicity (see below!)
3. Stede Bonnet stands outside the military hospital on the outskirts of London with a manila folder clutched in his hands, feeling suddenly very small against the enormous stone building. (Lost and Found, a WWI AU in which Stede's a searcher for the Red Cross, looking for information on missing-in-action Lucius)
4. Ed’s officially made it to his fifth Olympic Games, this time in Paris. (Synchronicity, my Olympic diving AU- unhinged smut meets incredibly tense diving action and a deep, deep love-at-first sight)
5. The thing about Stede’s dorm room is that it’s objectively insane. (I Want to Believe, The X-Files as Ed's bisexual awakening, co-authored by @ghostalservice- this line is hers!)
6. Lucky One Hundred, the website banner says. Could it be you? (Lucky One Hundred, camboy Ed x accidental subscriber Stede)
7. It’s a lazy afternoon on the island, as they all are these days, and Stede has Ed pressed up against the windows of the library, staring out across the whole wide ocean with his hands splayed on the glass, fucking slowly into him as he moans. (Eternal Stars and Endless Seas, a Here Be Monsters postscript (see below)- starts spicy, keeps going!)
8. Some days, when Ed feels like the world has thrown everything it possibly can at him, he’s reminded right quick that there’s fuckery out there to a level he’s never even imagined. (Birds of a Feather, a 1932 Great Emu War historical AU)
9. Ed wakes to the warm glow of morning light, and for a second he’s disoriented. (Tell Me on a Sunday, a fic-of-a-fic filling in extra 1987 detail about Ed's life for @faeeebaeee's Piña Coladas)
10. There’s a monster stalking the seas around the Leeward Isles. (Here Be Monsters, a post-canon reunion fic/ S2 possibility- my biggest and proudest work!)
I don't know enough Tumblr handles off the top of my head to tag people! But I love to read these, so if you have a few works you'd like to talk about, please take this as your invitation to jump in on this trend ❤️
#ofmd#ofmd fic#ofmd fanfic#ofmd fanfiction#first lines#ao3fic#gay pirates#I've written far too many things but I'm also not planning on stopping anytime soon#our flag means death
34 notes
·
View notes
Text
About & Fanworks List
Hello,
This is a sideblog of @griefabyss, I figured I could put fandom related things here because I don't put original posts on my main blog, and don't want to limit posting to just ao3. I'm happy to make friends on here!
Please note that 99% of my reblogs are from my queue and I don't tag about it, so if I seem active but I'm not replying to a message that'd be why!
I have a tip jar! - Tumblr post - Ko-Fi (Currently trying to save up for dental work)
GriefAbyss on ao3
My writing tag
My art tag
Fic & Fanart list need to be reworked and haven't been updated since November 2023, please find new works through the writing and art tags! Thank you <3 I'll get this done at some point :' )
Fanart
» LARP AU - Mature - Steve x Eddie
This is a sketch I did while writing Last Man Standing!
» Demon Steve - Mature - Steve
This is a commission from a friend of her Steve from her fanfic the only time i feel human is when i'm in bed with you!
» Sweet Rose - Mature - Eddie
This is a painting of Eddie in shibari! Uncropped version under the cut, full nsfw.
» Sketch Request 01 - Gagged Eddie - Mature - Eddie
A sketch request for Eddie with a gag in, the messier the better <3
» Sketch Request 02 - Scoops Uniform Debauchery - Mature - Steve
A sketch request for Steve, undressed with a ripped shirt in his work uniform
Censored due to guidelines fuckery
Uncensored here on ao3!
Fanfiction
» Post-Apocalypse AU
01 - Hell Patrol - 12k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3]
Post-apocalypse setting shortly after S4, mostly PWP. Steve is having trouble getting off and one day after he confesses this to Eddie, he helps. Featuring first time blow jobs, a heatwave, and the beginnings of a power exchange.
02 - Night Comes Down - 23k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3]
The sequel to Hell Patrol, where Eddie and Steve negotiate and play with things like the power of imagination, multiple orgasms, and bondage.
» Between Light and Darkness - 5k - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3]
Vampire Eddie, shortly after S4. Steve wants Eddie to have a safe sources of blood, Eddie doesn't want to hurt him. Arguing leads to Eddie blowing Steve and a fun discovery about Eddie's vampire lore.
» Offer Your Light - 4.6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
[ A continuation of fiordicielo's series a metalhead and a pink boy! ]
Steve and Eddie meet again… and find their way back under the stage to have more fun together! Will Eddie's kilt survive?
Contains: Semi-public sex at a music festival, falling (further) in love, heart shaped nipple piercings, a jock strap, a kilt, and a whole lot of heavy metal!
» Ready To Go - 3K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
[ A continuation of fiordicielo's series But what does it mean? ]
Eddie sees his bandanna in Steve's right pocket and it kicks off the first time they explore what Steve's been curious about.
Contains: Experimenting, light bondage, some pain, nipple clamps, getting together, safe sex, Steve begging for more, Eddie's nervous excitement, and biting!
» Run Me Through - 9.5K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Enemies with benefits, sexy wrestling, getting together, emotional tension, competitiveness
Eddie and Steve have an arrangement - every Wednesday they meet up and have fantastic sex, even if they barely even talk to each other. It blows off steam and is easier than trying to find someone else local, but there's a few issues with it.
Steve is playing coy with letting Eddie know whether he wants something or not, makes him wrestle him to earn it instead of just saying yes or not, and Eddie can't squeak out a win even once, no matter how hard he tries.
And Eddie can't find out what's causing Steve's distance and the distractions he pulls out, or it'll ruin the whole thing they have going on.
» Constrained - 10K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Written for the @steddievember challenge, I loosely followed some of the prompts: Teasing, Hand cuffs / Cock rings, and Oral sex without orgasm, and technically Ice play to kill the boner
Eddie's month has been... frustrating. He thinks he might be losing his mind, or maybe something inside of him has broken, but he's been unable to cum this month. He meets Steve after he graduated, this time properly, and he offers up a solution to Eddie's desperate problem.
Will Steve solve it, though? Does he put Eddie through the most intense experience of his life, resulting in the ultimate relief?
Or does he keep him on the edge, the hook of Steve's beautiful mouth making him continue to reach for a completion he's not going to get?
» LARP AU
01 - Last Man Standing - 15.6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Steve asks Eddie to teach him how to play D&D.
Eddie has no idea what's in store for him as Steve throws him for a loop, making the game into something that changes Eddie on a molecular level, if his dick is to believed.
02 - Interlude - 6K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Sequel to Last Man Standing - (This one doesn't have roleplaying but the next one does, which is why I titled it this. Technically a song title but from many different artists.)
Eddie finally instigates some more fun after Steve surprises him after a show, and Steve has fun pushing at Eddie's limits again, this time in his car.
03 - Stargasm - 11K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
After they recover from their interesting night in Steve’s car, Eddie and Steve get up to some more LARPing, this time with Steve as the Demon King who bests Sir Eddie the Banished Knight.
Eddie’s still not sure where they stand in their relationship, but it feels good to be with him, and the time they spend after the hot sex is really nice.
04 - so take a bite of me, just once - 10.3K - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Odaxelagnia is a kink where individuals experience sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.
-
Eddie's revenge feels less like striking back and more like reverence, but he's satisfied with the mark he's left on Steve anyway.
This is also part 04 of the paraphilia series <3
» Paraphilia Series
01 - Still Motion - Scoptophilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Scoptophilia describes the sexual pleasure that a person derives from looking at prurient objects of eroticism, such as pornography, the nude body, and fetishes.
-
Steve poses nude for Eddie so he can do figure sketching from his bed, as Eddie starts to look like he’s getting too warm. Of course, it’s not the temperature that’s getting to him.
02 - Acceptance and Negation - Forniphilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Forniphilia is a type of BDSM practice where one partner is turned into a piece of furniture or object for the other partner’s use. This can involve anything from being used as a chair or table, to being transformed into a coat rack or lamp.
-
Steve loses a bet against Eddie, who gets to order him around all night. It wasn't intended to be a sex thing until Steve discovered something new about himself.
03 - Waves - Forniphilia - Rated: E - Steve x Eddie
[AO3] [Tumblr]
Saliromania is a fetish that involves pleasure from soiling or disheveling the object of one’s desire, usually an attractive person. It can also involve sexual arousal or satisfaction of soiling or damaging a partner’s clothing. Some individuals may also enjoy the act of being soiled or disheveled themselves.
--
Steve watches Eddie a lot, finds that Eddie's always got his mouth busy. It's distracting and he's becoming a little bit obsessed with it - to the point where he snaps one day and climbs into Eddie's lap to have his turn with it.
» Steddie Microfic Masterlist
This is all of the links to my steddiemicrofic challenges all in one place!
» Fanwork Request Masterlist
All of the links to my writing & art requests!
#griefabyss69 writing#griefabyss69 art#updated: November 26th with Run Me Through and Constrained <3
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m seeing plenty of excellent posts on tumblr addressing how infuriating the Warner Brothers Discover merger is, but my dashboard’s circle of influences has yet to produce for me a more comprehensive sequence of events or list of shows being taken down, so IMMA START
According to Polygon, here is a complete list of the nearly 40 shows HBO Max has taken down:
12 Dates of Christmas
About Last Night
Aquaman: King of Atlantis
Close Enough
Detention Adventure
Dodo
Ellen’s Next Great Designer
Elliott From Earth
Esme & Roy
The Fungies!
Generation Hustle
Generation
Infinity Train
Little Ellen
Mao Mao, Heroes of Pure Heart
Messy Goes to Okido
Mia’s Magic Playground
Mighty Magiswords
My Dinner with Herve
My Mom, Your Dad
Odo
OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes
The Ollie & Moon Show
Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures
Ravi Patel’s Pursuit of Happiness
Select Sesame Street specials
Make It Big, Make It Small
Share
Squish
Summer Camp Island
The Not-Too-Late Show With Elmo
The Runaway Bunny (special)
Theodosia
Tig n’ Seek
Uncle Grandpa
Victor and Valentino
Yabba Dabba Dinosaurs
HBO Max has also removed about 200 episodes of Sesame Street; I am presuming those certain specials mentioned up above are included. A certain Batgirl movie that would’ve brought back Michael Keaton also got canned.
This is all because Warner Brothers Discovery wants to merge HBO Max and Discovery+ into a single streaming service in order to compete with the likes of Disney and Netflix. Over the course of the next ten+ years they hope to have a base of about 130 million subscribers. It’s also worth noting that, according to The Washington Post, “Warner Bros. Discovery was formed in April, when AT&T’s WarnerMedia unit and Discovery completed their merger, and started with some $55 billion in debt.”
I had yet to see any tumblr posts talking about what Warner Brothers Discovery really plans to do with these programs, and frustratingly it’s unclear at this time how many, if any, of them will make it onto the new streaming platform. (And to be fair, from what I’ve perceived this whole hot mess has been happening on such a rapid timescale it’s been hard to pivot before the rug gets ripped out from underneath us again.) Warner Brothers Discovery through HBO Max would’ve had to keep paying residuals to the creators of these shows, so locking the shows in financial limbo looks a hell of a lot like a massive tax write-off. They’re cutting their losses as much as they can now in order to compete as an even bigger monopoly, but their best bet to pay off their $55 million debt is really to include all the shows onto the platform and let the debt and residuals pay for themselves via the subscription service. And even then, let’s be clear, Sesame Street should be free.
This, I imagine too, is a developing story and we’re bound to hear about some more fuckery in the near future.
#this is not to restate the obvious#I saw a lot of grade A discussions but little journalism you know?#speaking of preserving history#hbo max#cartoon network#warner bros merger#current events#cartoons#polygon#the washington post#this wasn’t even on my apple news feed; I had to hunt for it#thankfully not for long but still
143 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
decsrice
WEST HAM EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS
fratboystrider
art blog
cz4rc4sm
Czar
avantimorocha22
Ojos tristes
x-heesy
X-HΣΣSΨ'S IMPRΣSSIΩΠS