#I've talked about it in one of my tag ramblings before but his ability to adapt to digital art from analog is incredible

[solradguy]

Guilty Gear Begin by Kazuya Negishi. Art by Daisuke Ishiwatari 

#guilty gear #guilty gear begin #sol badguy #my scans #There was text on this that I removed as well as general resolution improvements/cleanup #I don't know why some sources list this book being written by KaSUya and not KaZUya #It straight up has the romaji for his name in the book in several places?? #Anyway it's w/e. Let us appreciate how much of an artistic GOAT Daisuke is jesus his poses are always A+++ #I've talked about it in one of my tag ramblings before but his ability to adapt to digital art from analog is incredible #Some artists suffer a major dip in quality from the medium change (understandably so) but Daisuke really caught on quick #I hope Strive gets an art book release some day that includes the Begin art bc I'd love to see his thoughts on the process #guilty gear scans #Was gonna save this for when the Begin translation was about to be posted #but today's GG's birthday so I'm posting it early. As a treat ;) #Happy birthday guilty gear!!!!!!!!!

[joshsjipple]

Waiter, please!

JOSH KISZKA X (F)READER

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic! I've been writing one shots for a while now, but I've never been comfortable enough in my abilities to post them. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this:)

Word Count: 5k+

WARNINGS: 18+, this is SMUT! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (you know better) LOTS of dirty talk and praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), fingering, hair pulling, slight slapping kink, a bit of spit play if you squint, small choking kink, language, some degradation, dom (m) sub (f) etc etc, light fluff here and there. Sorry if I missed any!

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Your fingers twirl the cool metal stick between your fingers, lazily stirring the plate of overpriced pasta in front of you. The creamy sauce creates a bleak noise that is somehow ten times more interesting than your date sitting in front of you.

It was your friend Nala who convinced you to join Tinder, saying how you “need to get back out there.” You agreed, thinking if nothing went right, you’d still get your fulfillment of sex. Boy were you wrong. Not only were 90% of these men conceited, obnoxious, and blatantly boring, they also had zero direction in the bedroom. You had only yourself to blame for that one. 

Your eyes drift away from your half-eaten plate of food and fix on the unlucky winner tonight. It’s not like he’s unattractive, because he’s not. But the more you look at him and the more you listen in on his pathetic talk about this year's upcoming election, the less appealing he becomes. Not once had he complimented you or asked about your life or interests. And you take offense to that first one because you had picked out a particularly flattering dress the night before.

The light blue silk dress hugs your waist perfectly, accentuating all your curves. The top was a loose fit, draping over your chest just barely covering your breasts. You were sure if you bent over just right, you’d give anyone who was looking a show. 

Reaching for your glass of wine, you nod to whatever nonsense this guy is still talking about. Noticing your drink has vanished, you let out a small sigh. The expensive wine he had insisted on buying was the only thing keeping your ass in the seat. So, reluctantly, you wave the nearest waiter over your way. A different one from last time approaches your table, a polite grin on his face.

“What can I get you?” he asks, rummaging for a pen in his apron pockets.

“Can we get a refill on the wine?” you smile back to your date who has since silenced his words. 

“Yes, please.” he agrees. 

The waiter takes your empty bottle and nods his head before turning to leave. You watch him walk away, the dark brown curls on his head whooshing from side to side as he marches into the kitchen area. He’s much shorter than you prefer, but being short yourself, you don’t see an issue. 

Within a few minutes, he returns with your wine. Placing it in front of you, your eyes cross paths for a moment. His big brown beads glare back at you warmly, a smile forming on your face in response. You can’t tell if your date is still talking or if he has stopped to pay attention to the newly replaced wine that just arrived at your table.

Your eyes flick down to the name tag stuck to your server’s uniform. Josh. Cute. He turns on his heels and retreats back to the kitchen, leaving you stuck in your worst nightmare.

An hour drags by impossibly slow, and you find yourself chugging half the bottle of wine down in no time. Your date, Paul, is still rambling. Even his name is insanely bland. You swirl the red liquid around in your glass and rest your head on your free hand. With your knees crossed and your eyebrows raised, you grow impatient. You’d like to tell him where he can stick his opinions, but you haven’t drank enough for that yet. 

Over the span of the last 60 minutes, Josh has brought out a chocolate desert and the check. Your eyes gracefully meet, and each time they do, your legs squeeze together tightly. He must be able to tell you’re not enjoying yourself, because he smiles coily to you as he passes by. 

Paul, who has now moved onto the state of the economy, blabbers on and on. A glass of wine splashes in one hand while the other helicopter around the table. You watch as the color drains from his face and his words begin to slow. You’ve paid no attention to how much he has dranken, but now you seem to fathom a good estimation. 

He grabs his stomach as he shuts his mouth tightly. Quickly, he stands and rushes away from your table and towards the bathroom. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. Someone in your close vicinity seems to do the same. You search for him, although you can practically picture the face that laugh belongs to. Josh. Your eyes meet and he casually wanders over to your table, throwing himself into Paul’s vacant seat. 

“Bored, darling?” he cooly says, his head in the palm of his hand.

“Since the moment I got here.” you nearly choke on your words at the pet name. 

“I get off in five… and seeing your date is preoccupied, can I join you?” 

You’re taken back by his boldness, but it’s kind of attractive. “Sure. As long as you stay away from political opinion talk.”

Josh sucks in a breath through closed teeth. “Dang it. There goes my plans for tonight.”

You giggle as the bathroom door down the hall opens. Josh flawlessly stands to his feet and shuffles away, making sure to turn back and give you a quick wink. You roll your eyes and stand to greet your intoxicated date.

“Jesus, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I feel like shit. Can we continue this another time?” he slurs.

“Of course,” you smile, knowing damn well you’re blocking him when you get home tonight. “I called you an uber. It should be here in a few minutes. Maybe some fresh air would help.”

“I agree. Here’s some cash. Should cover everything.” He pulls a few hundred dollar bills and throws them on the table. Without another word, he walks out the door.

You want to cheer as the door closes behind him, but remembering you’re in a very expensive restaurant, you sit back down. To your surprise, Josh has already beaten you to the spot. His apron is abandoned and replaced with a tan jacket. His arms are folded across the edge of a table like a child, his facial expressions matching it. To you, he looks like he doesn’t belong here, which makes your heart beat faster as you take your seat.

“Is he gone?” he asks in a joking tone.

“How did you know?” you chime in, bringing your glass of wine back to your lips.

“You look less stressed now, dare I say younger.” 

His accent makes your cheeks helplessly morph into a smile. You shake your head and reach for the money Paul left you. You sift through it, counting four $100 bills. Your mouth falls open in disbelief. You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was loaded.

Josh picks up on your energy and cocks an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“He left me $400 to cover the meal.”

“No shit. Really? I’m gonna start letting you set up my dates.” he jokes.

“It was all Tinder actually.” you shamefully admit.

“I figured. I was just too nice to mention it.” he says, sarcasm oozing out of every word.

He jokes a lot.

“Very nice.” you agree.

“I think it’s dumb, by the way. You have to meet people organically.”

“Like disrupting their dates?” you gawk.

Josh acts offended, his mouth hanging open slightly. He places his palm over his heart and sucks in a small ripple of air. “How dare you. I saved you.”

“You did.” you remark. “You’re ten times more fun than he was.”

Your eyes lock and immediately the demeanor changes. You stare at him as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. You groan internally, embarrassed to admit you’re beginning to pool between your legs.

“You wanna get out of here?” Josh asks after another silent moment.

“Where?” you ask.

“My house. I have an ax sharpened.” he says in a serious tone before erupting into a fit of giggles. You join in, gathering the four pieces of paper in your hands. “I’ll clear your tab.” He offers, his hand extended to yours to accept the cash.

You hand it over, the skin of your hands briefly meeting. Electricity shoots up your arm and travels to your core. His skin is soft and smooth like butter, and you imagine what it would feel like to drag your tongue across him.

After your tab was cleared, you walked side by side down the street. Josh had the idea of ice cream. You agreed, deciding the cold taste of ice cream might be able to bring you back to earth for a second. As you stand in line at the small truck just down the street from the restaurant, goosebumps prick on your arms. Your teeth chatter as if it's 10 degrees outside when in reality, it’s probably only 70. Josh takes notice and silently removes his jacket and throws it over your shoulders.

Feeling embarrassed, you attempt to push it off, but his hand holds it in place on your upper back and you shutter. Josh grabs your cones and you quickly take it from his hands and take a lick, desperately trying to rid your mind of these thoughts.

“Do you want to hang out at my place? It’s just a block over.” Josh offers. Your mind hardly processes his words because it’s too focused on his wet tongue digging to his vanilla ice cream. “Sorry. That was too forward.” he takes notice of your lack of response. 

“No no! Please, I’d love to.” you recover. Josh nods and takes another lick of his own.

You didn’t know what you expected his apartment to look like, but it definitely wasn’t this fancy in your vision. You stand in the doorway as Josh flicks on the lights. They blink on, illuminating the entire patio. The floors are lined with wood, creating a cabin-look. The walls are white and filled with paintings of all sorts. A vinyl wall and bookshelf cover the larger area of the living room wall. Plants decorate the dark corners and bring them to life. It smells of essential oils and a fragrance you can’t decipher.

“Gonna come in and stay a while?” he smirks from across the room. You remove your shoes and his jacket before stepping farther in. “You can sit if you’d like.” he offers, handing you your ice cream cone.

You smile and take a seat on his sofa. Feeling oddly comfortable, you lean back against the cushions and eat your treat in peace. Your mind is too busy racing with thoughts that you don’t notice Josh when he takes a seat next to you. 

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” he says softly. The shock of his voice causes you to jump, your ice cream falling into your chest.

“Shit!” you jump up and scrape the cold substance off your chest. It drops onto the floor and dribbles down your dress. “Fuck!” you yell again, kneeling down next to it. You scoop it up with your hands, completely unaware of your surroundings.

Josh clears his throat and you raise your direction slightly to meet his eyes. The big brown beads glance down and then up again. Quickly, you grab the top of your dress and press it to your breasts and stand.

“Oh my god I am so sorry.” you apologize.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m just sorry about your ice cream.” he says calmly. 

“Josh-”

“Y/N. It’s fine. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want to clean up. I can bring some more suitable clothes to change into as well.” he offers, handling this situation rather sweetly. 

You nod and stumble down the hall and into the bathroom. Almost immediately after shutting the door, you strip from your dress and hang it on a hanger. Wearing literally nothing under it, you climb into the shower and begin to scrub your body. The sound of the falling water drowns out your thoughts–well, almost all of them; not Josh.

The way his eyes stared at your peaking breasts. The way his tongue swiped over his plump lip and dug into his ice cream. The way he handled your emotions had your hand drifting between your legs. Maybe after this you could actually think right the whole night.

Your fingers worked quick circles into your core, small moans escaping that were swallowed by the shower. You were imagining his hands on your breasts, his tongue tucked away into you and his cock down your throat. His name slips off your lips and down the drain with the suds. 

Minutes later, you regain composure and finish your shower. Stepping onto the mat, you notice clothes sitting on the sink. You slip them on after drying your body and comb through your damp hair with your fingers.

“Y/N?” Josh yells. “Hurry up and come out here.”

You finish prepping yourself and find Josh in the living room, his legs crossed at the knee as he sits on the couch. You sit on the ‘L’ part of the sofa, across from him. Josh doesn’t look at you, but he threads his bottom lip through his teeth.

“What did you do in the bathroom?” he asks, his eyes finally meeting yours. His usually high pitched tone has disappeared. Taking its place was a deep huffy voice. It suits him, but it makes you shift in your place. Josh’s eyes are deep and dilated, his body angled towards you in a strategic manner.

No. He couldn’t know, could he?

You swallow. “I showered. I thought you said it was-”

“No.” he says firmly. “What did you do?” he pushes himself to the spot next to you.

Your heart beats in your chest so loud, you’re certain Josh can feel the vibrations. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and anxiously let your eyes focus on your hands folded in your lap. Josh is so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. Maybe it’s still the alcohol, or maybe it's the smell of his cologne or the look in his eyes, but you feel yourself leaking between your legs.

Josh grabs your chin with his finger, dragging your attention back to his. You’re nervous to look him in the eye, afraid that he can see all the things you’re imagining right now. But your arousal is too much, and you give him the best ‘fuck me’ eyes you’re able to whip up. You watch as his lips part and his breathing hitches in his chest. The prolonged eye contact finally snaps as his eyes fall to your chest and wander down the rest of your body. 

“How do you think I feel?” he asks, his breath on your cheek. “Knowing a hot girl who I had been so nice to, was getting herself off in my shower?”

Your heart pounds in your chest. “Josh- I’m-”

“Shh, baby. You’ve done enough talking.” he presses his wet lips on your jaw, his hand now resting on your thigh. “I was being nice and dropping you off some clean clothes, but when I walked in, I heard those sweet little moans.” he groans into you, his hands traveling farther up your leg. “I wasn’t going to say anything until I heard you moan my name as you came all over your hands.”

His fingers slip into your–or his– pants and his finger just barely brushes across your hip bone.

“Josh-” you attempt.

“No underwear? You filthy thing.” he purrs to you as he slides a finger through your folds. You open your legs, begging him to continue, which he happily does. “Oh mama, you’re so wet.”

“Jesus.” you cry, wrapping your arm around his neck for support. “Please.”

“What’s got you all worked up?” he asks, his singular digit still moving at an agonizingly slow pace through your folds. 

“You, Josh.” you cry, ignoring how pathetic you sound. “Since I first saw you tonight.”

“And when else?” he asks, sliding a finger into your entrance. You gasp and your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Keep talking or I’ll stop and leave you dripping all over my fucking couch.” he threatens. 

“When you were eating your ice cream.” you admit.

“What about it, Y/N?”

His finger pumps into you now. “When your tongue was digging into the ice cream.”

“Awe,” he taunts, removing his finger from you. “Did my pretty girl wish that was her cunt?”

“Josh, please.” your body trembles at the loss of contact.

“I know. I just want to kiss you is all.” he says, dropping his act for a moment. Your lips connect softly and only for a few seconds before he pulls away. You groan involuntarily. “Relax, mama. I want my tongue in something else right now.”

He drags himself to the floor, his fingers hooked on either side of your pants. He pulls them down with him and slips them off your feet. The cold air that coats your slick makes you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Hey,” Josh says, slapping your thigh lightly. “Watch me. Wanna see those pretty eyes.”

You nod and stare at him as he reaches down and kisses your heat. Your hips rock upwards, desperately looking for any type of friction. Josh doesn’t like this so he pins your legs with his two arms, his lips curving into a shit-eating grin.

Your eyes don’t break contact as he spits into your core. You watch wide-eyed as his tongue licks a firm strip up your center. You cry out his name as he begins to lap at your clit. Your hands find his hair, tugging on it firmly as he eats your pussy. The eye contact becomes too much and your head falls back, almost immediately after, he detaches his mouth. 

“What the fuck?” you shout angrily. 

He brings his hand to your cheek and smacks it. It stings for a second but no longer. “Don’t talk to me like that or I’ll go to bed and leave you with your fingers again.”

“No, baby. Please.” you cry from under him. 

“Fuck. Say that again.”

“Please fuck me baby.” you squirm.

“Oh, mama. I will, but first I wanna taste your cum, okay?” You nod frantically, unable to form any other words. “But you gotta be a big girl and watch me, okay” You nod again.

He dives back in, mercilessly sucking on your clit. You squeeze his hair, dragging his face into your throbbing cunt. He laps at you as if he’s a starved man, his lips kneading at your sensitive bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long until you feel a knot form in your stomach. You nearly cry as you haven’t had this feeling in a while. You moan loudly, unable to control it anymore. Josh adds a finger, removing his mouth from your throbbing clit. 

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Let it go.” he insists, connecting his mouth to you again as he adds a second finger. 

It happens quickly, but your eyes explode with a million little stars. You’re panting like a dog as Josh works you through your orgasm, never saying a word about the mean grip you have in his hair. He encourages you on until you’re nothing but a shuddering mess in front of him. He pulls his fingers out of you with a pop and you watch wide-eyed as he slips them into his mouth. He shuts his eyes and removes your slick from his fingers, savoring every last drop of it.

“You taste like heaven, mama.” he smiles as he crawls on top of you.

You’re painfully aware of how much clothes he has on. Determined to do something about it, you reach for the hem of his white t-shirt and rip it over his head. A wave of shock blesses his face before the taunting demeanor replaces it again. You’ve never been one to like being degraded, but you’d do anything for him. The idea of him makes you wet all over again.

“Needy, eh?” He plants a kiss on your neck before pulling on the skin. “Gonna mark you up. Show everyone who you belong to.”

“Please. Do whatever.” you mutter as he licks up to your ear.

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” he buzzes into your ear. “Should have known by that dress you were wearing.” he continues, his hand trailing down your shirt while his lips plant sweet kisses across your collarbone. “The way it hugged you so perfectly. I nearly fucked you right there on the floor when your tits were visabile. You like that, huh? Being looked at?”

His large hand cups your breast through the cotton material and your back arches into his groin. He’s painfully hard against your leg. You squirm and move your hand down to palm him through his jeans. He whimpers into your ear, causing you to go feral. 

“Josh. Can I taste you?” you ask.

“How can I say no to you, love?” he pushes off of you and stands to his feet. Peeling his jeans off, he tosses them next to your pants. Then, he backs up, giving you enough room to sink to your knees in front of him. 

Sitting eye level with his pulsating cock, your mouth waters. The thin fabric is the only thing between you guys and your stomach quenches at the thought. Teasingly, you plant a kiss on his belly button and latch onto it with your teeth, giving it a soft tug. He watches you below him, his mouth hanging open. You stare into his eyes as you place a sloppy kiss on the head of his dick.

“Y/N. If you keep teasing it will be over all too soon.” he warns, pulling you back by your hair. You run your tongue over your lips as he lets you go.

Finally, you remove his boxers and watch as his cock springs free. You let out a moan as it bounces just inches from your face. Josh’s head falls back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You stare at the head of it and notice the precum leaking across the top. Growing impatient, Josh strokes himself, leaving you to ogle with drool peaking at the corners of your mouth.

“Take that off.” he demands, motioning to your shirt. “Wanna watch those perfect tits bounces as I fuck that pretty mouth.” He runs a finger across your bottom lip, gathering your drool before sticking it back in your mouth. You suck on it as you pull the shirt off your head and toss it to the side. Then you lean in and lick a slow stripe across the tip of him.

“Jesus, Y/N. Be a doll and open up, yeah?” he whines. You do as you’re told and stick your tongue out. Josh smacks the head of his length on your tongue, his precum splashing into your mouth. Slowly, he slides himself into your mouth, giving you time to adjust before moving any farther. 

Your throat burns as he reaches the abc of your throat. Eyes watering, you look up at him and feel him twitch inside of you. 

“God.” he groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair and moving you along him. You wrap a hand around the shaft and the other to his balls and begin to suck him. He groans through tightly shut teeth as you take him as best as you can. “Tap on my leg if it’s too much, okay?”

You nod and as soon as you do, he slams his cock into your face. You gag pathetically, but that only seems to turn him on more. He cusses above you as he fucks into your face, tears streaming down your cheeks. You can feel him twitch inside of you as you focus your breathing. Your hand squeezes his balls slightly and he pushes all the way into you that your nose brushes across the thin line of pubic hair. He pulls out, leaving only the tip of himself on your lips.

“Good girl. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat.” he praises, wiping your tears off your cheeks. His hands grab your under arms and pull you to your feet. He kisses your lips softly at first, tasting himself on your skin. It turns sloppy and his tongue dances in your mouth. You try to fall back on the couch, but his hand grabs your back to prevent you.

“Josh, I want to-”

“I know what you want mama,” he growls, his fingertips digging into your love handles. “You said you liked to be watched. So you’re gonna watch.”

He grabs your hand tightly and drags you down the hallway. You pass the bathroom where just an hour ago, you were cursing his name. He opens his bedroom door and turns on a lamp, casting an orange light across the walls of the room. You see in the corner, a large wooden vanity. He pushes you that way and you show no objection. He stops you in front of it and steps behind you. His cock is brushing over your ass, causing you to moan quietly. He brings a hand to your neck and squeezes slightly, straightening your face so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror in front of you. 

You’re a mess. Your hair is darting every which way, tear stains on your cheeks. A sheen of sweat covers your body, your pussy dripping with anticipation. You can barely make out the hickeys and bruises on your neck, but you can feel them there. Josh reaches in front of you with his hand that isn’t wrapped around your neck. He drags it down your stomach, his finger tips starting a blazing fire across your skin before reaching your throbbing cunt. He slides his fingers through your lips, gathering your wetness. 

“Look at how pretty you are, Y/N.” he says, your eyes glued to each other in the mirror.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he says. “Say it.”

“Fuck me, Josh.”

He works circles into your clit again and you swallow loudly. “Meh. Gonna have to ask nicer than that.”

You don’t even care how pathetic you sound. You need it. “Please, baby. Please fuck my pussy. I need to feel you in me.”

“Look at you, crying for my cock. Bet you haven’t been fucked right in a while, huh? Them Tinder dates don’t know how to fuck my girl, do they?”

“No!” you cry. He pulls away and presses you against the cold wood. Your breasts smash against it and your cheek is laying flatly against the surface as well. 

“Gonna give it to you, okay? Gonna fill you up so good, and you’re gonna watch.” He growls, grabbing a fistfull of your hair and pulling you up so you’re watching yourself in the reflection in front of you. Josh is just as fucked-out as you are. His curls are damp, sweat beads running down his neck.

As you open your mouth to speak, he pushes the tip into your aching entrance. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, Josh’s doing the same. You both sigh in unison before he pulls out almost completely. With no warning, he crashes back into you, a pornographic moan filling the room. Using your hair as a handle, he fucks you merciessly. Skin slapping on skin fills the house, your moans leaking out into the hallway.

“You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock just right.” he informs you through hooded eyelids. “Look at yourself. So perfect.”

“Josh, I'm so close. Don’t stop!”

“Yeah? Yeah, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” he hisses. “Fuck. Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.” you say as he thrusts into you.

“So dirty. You’re fucking getting it. Is that okay?” he half demands, half asks.

“Yes! Please, whatever you want, Josh.”

“Jesus.” he cries, picking up his pace. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, letting me know he’s close.

He reaches over you and cups your breast, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He squeezes your hard nipple before moving it down to your cunt. His fingers work your clit and you’re about to explode. 

“Cum, darling. I can feel you clenching me so tight. I’m right here with ya. Make a mess.”

With his encouragement, your body explodes for the second time tonight. You let out a raspy curse of his name and he falls over the edge with you. You can feel him painting your insides as he continues to wreck you.

“Yes, baby! Take my cum, take it.” he cries into your skin. 

After Josh rides out his high, he pulls himself off your sticky back. His face is a deep red and is coated with sweat. He pulls out of you with a sigh and you flinch at the feeling of being empty of him. Within seconds, you feel his hot release begin to run down your leg. You’re still beant over the desk, trying to regain your composure when you feel a hand on your back.

“Hey, mama. You okay?” he asks, worriedly.

“Mhm.” you nod.

“Can I?” he asks. You’re not sure what he means, but given he just came inside of you, you nod. He places a towel between your legs and works the fabric across your thighs. Your heart warms as you realize he’s cleaning you. A few seconds later, he sets the dirty towel on the vanity and pries your hands off the wood. Feeling a bit stronger, you stand but throw your arms around him anyways. Could you walk? Probably. Did you just want to feel his skin again? Yes.

“How about a nice bath?” he asks.

“That’d be nice.” you agree. He kisses the top of your head and you close your eyes.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. The hickeys are more visible now and you run a hand over them. 

“So I belong to you now?” you joke, remembering his words.

“Oh mama,” he pulls you closer. “You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you after tonight.”

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fic #josh gvf #greta van fleet smut #jake kiszka smut

[jakes3resin]

Can you tell us about your other fics if you already have an established plot?

I'd love to! So there's quite a number of them I won't lie. I tend to get inspired by the randomest things. These are all in various stages of plotted out and written.

A/B/O fic (technically turning into 3 fics) that follows Bucky & Buck through the war, described below.

Courting Arc (top of my list to finish writing) - Bucky POV as he is anonymously courted during his time in the states just before he gets sent over to England (there's a post I'm basing my writing around I'll link it in a moment) <- published

England Arc- a quick look into their lives as they run missions with A/B/O elements (this will be pretty short I think) mostly snippets of scenes from the show just now with Omega Bucky and Alpha Buck <- published

Stalag Arc - Omega Bucky and his awful time in Germany. Here is where we see what being an Omega in war is really like in my omegaverse. Bucky is the highest ranked Omega in the camp meaning he's technically 'in charge' of keeping those Omegas in line. He's tested by his heats, keeping his pack together, and finally by a German order that could tear Buck and Bucky apart. This is a big fic for me to prepare for, and I'm building up to it by writing the Courting Arc first <- next on deck

Biker Gale AU (my beloved, genuinely obsessed with this AU) - this was inspired by one of hogans-heroes AUs. So, Gale leads an outlaw-esque biker club, and Bucky used to be his right hand (and lover) except one day out of the blue he just disappeared. Gale does everything he can to find Bucky, but there's no trail to follow, no clues to put together, nothing. Fast forward about two years, Bucky arrives on Curt's doorstep holding a small baby with the brightest blue eyes and prettiest blonde curls and begs Curt to watch his baby for 5 days. 5 days later Bucky comes back in town bruised to all hell with the FBI on his tail with their own nefarious reasons for tracking Bucky down. Bucky has nowhere else to turn especially since when he comes back to Curt's he finds Gale holding his little baby. (This could be A/B/O I haven't decided, but it's definitely at least mpreg)

Amnesia fic - this is based off of a post I made about the effects of Bucky getting hit over the head like 3 times in the span of two days, its... somewhere (edit: here). But its about Bucky waking up with no memory of who he is just before he gets interrogated by the Germans and sent to Stalag Luft III where he meets a man that his heart rejoices at seeing but his mind doesn't recognize. Buck of course has to deal with the love of his life forgetting him.

Magic AU - Bucky is a Scamander and its now everyone's problem to deal with it. The tag to find all of my ramblings for it is magic au (not that Tumblr's tag system works), and @getinthefuckingjaeger just wrote the best ever fic of Bucky and Theseus so go read that.

I've also got a few paragraphs written of Foster Kid Bucky somewhere but that might never see the light of day (that's also from a hogans-heroes AU) where Bucky is a jaded teenager just trying to make it to 18 to get out of his shitty foster placement when in comes Buck whose mother finally divorced his dad, got custody of her kids, and moved to her hometown to escape. It's about a Bright Buck meeting a Jaded Bucky (a flip on their usual dynamics)

Blonde Bucky AU - I wrote a blurb on the Twin Cleven AU post, and the idea of Bucky bleaching his hair on a drunken night out with Curt and Bubbles has haunted me since <- published as well

There might be more? But these are the only ones I can remember off the top of my head right now that are plotted out beyond oh that'd be a good fic. I have a lot of time spent sitting and waiting right now, so I have the ability to write a multitude of fics. I'm happy to talk about any of these fics if you want to come into my inbox or my messages.

#asks #my writing #buck x bucky #clegan

[voxofthevoid]

Hello! I just finished chapter 3 of 'being slaughtered', which was a delight, and I got the impression that Yuuji's animosity and low opinion of Gojou's entire being is starting to affect Gojou more than he expected, considering it's nothing new to him. The cracks are subtle, but they're there. I wonder how that influences Gojou's growing obsession with Yuuji? Does he feel like he has to prove something to Yuuji? I feel like, in canon, Gojou took such an immediate liking to Yuuji that it kind of unbalanced him in some aspects (when Yuuji died for example) and I feel like in 'being slaughtered' Yuuji's rejection can work the same.

Thank you for the update!! Hope you have a good weekend. <3

I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! Now watch me sit on my hands to stop myself from rambling a whole essay in answer to this.

Your impression is right! Gojou is more affected than he expected by Yuuji's animosity, though he's definitely not surprised. Like you said, that's what he's used to, and he's well aware that Yuuji has every reason to resent him. The real problem, though, isn't Yuuji's rejection—it's his acceptance. You know the parts peppered through this chapter and the last where Yuuji has to actively stop himself from just vibing with Gojou, and how he doesn't always manage it in time? That's what's tripping Gojou up, especially in combination with the animosity.

I've talked about this before, but what I like a lot about Gojou-Yuuji is their canon chemistry—not even in the romantic sense, but as two people who just click. In this fic, though the circumstances have changed drastically, their personalities are still the same. That chemistry is still there, and there are moments where they get along enough for it to peek through.

Gojou's interest in Yuuji was sparked by his ability to contain Sukuna, and he wasn't lying when he said he saved Yuuji because he (a) hates killing kids and (b) wants to honor Megumi's request, but Gojou's growing obsession is being generously fed by who and what Yuuji is as a person.

Here's a fifteen-year-old kid who never even knew curses existed until he swallowed Ryomen Sukuna's finger the night his only family died, and not only does he accept this freaky new world without batting an eye, but he's also willing to die for the world almost immediately after. Oh, and he has superhuman strength. He doesn't put up with Gojou's bullshit despite being under his power in every sense, but he's also adjusted remarkably well and quickly to being kidnapped and kept in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. On top of all that, he treats the King of Curses like an irritating pest.

Gojou's understandably fascinated.

Ultimately, he simply likes Yuuji; this is not a good thing for Yuuji. Like in canon, the affection is unbalancing Gojou, just in a very different way.

One of the central themes of every version of the story is this: When you're practically a god, who holds your leash? At present, Gojou's moral leash is wrapped solidly around his own hand, and Yuuji's someone he's coming to want, who doesn't want him back but is entirely at his mercy. How much will that grip loosen?

(The tags say, "A lot.")

Look at that, I wrote an essay anyway...

TL;DR: Gojou's got it bad, and the fic's gonna get very fucked up very fast.

Have a good day, anon 🧡

#fic: every version of the story #anon #i love my anons #goyuu

[bots-and-cons]

I've noticed people had invested in your story of your scarlet witch reader story so am i, but i understand if you don't want to write this anymore if that makes u uncomfortable then i'm sorry and i understand. But here's my request :

I want to ask for a request one-shot for Scarlet Witch Reader with Wheeljack to have a moment together before Redear's "death", like Jackie noticed her depressed moment one time, alone, away from the bots and wanted to talk to her if Reader needs some comfort but all the Raeder had said :

"I'm sorry...i know you're trying....I'm just so tired ..." Reader mumured, voice cracking, finally gives in. "And every single time I thought it was over I’d arrogantly sit right here, thinking I will suddenly be healed and ready to move on, being accepting again. Little did I know that the wave would keep crashing---knocking me right back down again. A continuous wave I can’t escape from. And eventually, it’s just going to drown me."

Since Wheeljack is the only one bot who didn't resent the Reader or didn't treat her like a monster, how will Wheeljack react to Reader's confession? Will he comfort her? Giving an advice or at least a hug? Will that moment haunt him after her "gone"?

Oh yeah, people seemed really interested in that one. I don’t mind writing more fic stuff for it, it's just that I got a bit tired of answering all the questions about it. I don't even remember everything I said, so this might not go according to what I wrote before. Since I didn’t tag them with anything special, I can't be bothered to look for them either, so here I go with my ramblings again. I wanted to do a scenario, which is why I left this as the last request. The first part to this, or I guess what would come after this can be found here. Just a little disclaimer, the last time I watched TFP was in 2019 so I barely have any memory of Jackie’s character because I write him so rarely. I apologize if this is severely OOC

You’d made your decision, you would disappear. When and how though? You weren’t sure but you would take your chance when you saw it. You packed a bag and hid it in the locker at a nearby bus terminal. You could get to it after you got away from the autobots so you would have something to start with.

On one of your final days with the autobots, you were just wandering around the base aimlessly. You weren’t sure what you were even doing there anymore. Sure the autobots were trying to keep you safe from the decepticons, but you could do that by yourself too. You were strong enough to do that.

For about the last half a year, things had been getting progressively worse. It started almost immediately after the autobots took you under their protection. You were helping them fight some of the decepticons and a boulder you threw hit the wrong target. You hit Bulkhead in the back making him fall down. He almost got his helm crushed in by Breakdown in the process, but managed to avoid the hammer strike at the last second. That’s when it started. The judgemental looks and hushed whispers.

You thought they would be different, that the autobots would understand because they too were different, but you were wrong. You thought they wouldn’t try to chain you down and make you keep your powers hidden, but they did. Ratchet was especially skeptical about your ability to control your powers, and as the little mistakes started piling up, the skepticism spread.

Aside from the incident with Bulkhead, nothing serious happened again, but all the little mistakes and accidents were interpreted as malicious on your part.

“Hey (Name)!” Wheeljack exclaimed, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?” you turned around to face him.

Wheeljack had noticed you were getting progressively more tired and anxious during the last few weeks. He had noticed the others treating you in a way that was in his opinion quite unfair. Jackie hadn’t exactly vocally protested against Arcee or Ratchet’s comments, but he hadn’t agreed with them either.

“Ya doin okay?” he asked.

“I’ve seen better days” you joked halfheartedly.

“Come with me” Jackie said, turning to walk back down the hall.

“Where are you taking me exactly?”

“I just thought we could talk without someone eavesdroppin on us” he shrugged, heading for the elevator. “Besides, ya need to get out of this place sometimes”

You followed him, not really saying anything as you took the elevator up to the top. It wasn’t very cold outside yet, so you could easily stay up there for a while without a jacket. You sat down on a rock as you looked at the sunset. If you were lucky, this would be one of your last nights at the base. It was a bit of a pity to lose such a great sunset watching spot though. You sat there for a while, not saying anything, just looking at the horizon.

“So, what’s going on with ya lately? You seem pretty down nowadays”

“I’m sorry, I know you’re trying, you’re probably the only who gives a damn about me anymore anyway” you muttered.

“I’m sure that’s not true…” Jackie said, not really sure if he was lying or not.

“I thought I could find a place here with you guys. A place where I wouldn’t be shunned, but apparently that’s not the case. I thought I could heal here, to finally find some sort of kinship with someone who understands what it’s like to be different, to be unfairly feared by others, but I just keep getting knocked down, continuously…” you vented, not sure why you were suddenly opening up to him like this.

You and Wheeljack weren’t even particularly close, but he was the only one who had never really held your powers against you like the others had. Even though he didn’t defend you against the other bots, not that they ever said what they thought to your face anyway, he never looked at you judgmentally.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I let it all out like that” you sighed.

That was the last talk Wheeljack had with you. He never really believed you had died after you disappeared, but he never went looking for you. Based on what you’d said before you disappeared, if you were still out there, you were probably happier without the autobots, and that’s all he could ask for.

Still, he felt like he should’ve done more. He should’ve at least said something but he didn’t know how to answer you. He didn’t know how to comfort you, or it was even his place to do so. Now it was too late, you were gone, and dead or not he wouldn’t get a second chance, but maybe it was better that way.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #wheeljack #tfp scenarios #transformers angst #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

[eorzeashan]

hi hello it's me again

i have seen a lot of your posts mention canine-like qualities of the echani, but i don't seem to be able to find anything like that in the official sources of information. i tried looking for a post where you establish the idea, but you know how tumblr search system works: it doesn't...

could you explain the concept or link to a post where you originally talked about it?

Certainly! As it turns out, I didn't have a post written up and simply rambled about it in the tags...which I thought I had explained the concept before, but oh well.

The only official lore of the Echani, besides that of the Thyrsian subspecies, is that they are similar biologically to humans, have body-reading abilities, and light/dark-hued appearances. Which, as you can tell, is not only sparse but probably the least alien thing you can think of when making an 'alien' species. Star Wars tends to place a lot of emphasis on humans with a different coat of paint. There is also the fact that they are rumored to have ties to Arkanian experimentation, which might suggest their similar appearance. There are no ties to canine biology in official lore.

My added headcanon is that they are descended from the Echa'olm, or the wolves of Eshan (Echani homeplanet), as canine species are incredibly movement-sensitive in a similar way to how their body-reading works. Their coloration would carry over as well, since dark brown/black and white are common colors amongst wolves.

Echa'olm are, sadly, a fanspecies, but one cobbled together from multiple concepts I've seen online--none of them canon. This idea mostly came about because of my desire to see such a vague species have more alien traits besides being non-human. While one could attribute the pale features of Echani to Arkanians, I thought it would be more interesting to have a biological explanation beyond other-species' meddling, and an example of a canine species that are more alien within rather than out (opposite, to say, Bothans).

Some of my posts made about the Echani:

Echani Eyes

Echani + Echa'olm Mutualism

#star wars #echani #ooc #hope this helps! dunno if this answers your question exactly but it's the best i could do #sealenee #i really should make a more organized masterpost or something idk but i like just casually throwing my shit to the wind OTL

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

So, I was in a Greymoore-family mood today, and my thoughts flew to Joseph. I'd like to think that he is quite opposite of his father when he was at Ominis' age. Due to Ominis' upbringing, it was natural for him to be on guard, cautious, and very wary of his surroundings. We get the fact that he can be very careful and easily anxious of the situations he is in. But with Joseph, I'd like to think he takes after Isabel. He is very carefree, and doesn't let his blindness stop him from being adventurous, jolly, trusting, very playful, and laidback.

I've also been meaning to ask you of how Sebastian is in your headcanoned universe. If he's close with the Greymoore children, I can see Joseph being very close with Sebastian, and tagging along little journeys to the cities or town centers with him. (Speaking of Seb, is he married? 👀 Any family of his own?)

I don't know if this is your headcanon for them. But I'd like to think that since Joseph was raised in a very secure, loving, and calm household, the boy wouldn't have any problem "free falling" into the guidance of his parents and guardians, and enjoy exploring the world regardless of his blindness. 🤍

Thank you for the ask, witchy!! I love getting to ramble about the Greymoores lol

Yes, as a child Joseph is much more daring and adventurous than Ominis was at his age! He is still sometimes a bit hesitant, though; he’s self conscious of his blindness sometimes, even as an adult. But he also has the advantage of Ominis teaching him how to navigate with his wand and read at the same age as his siblings (whereas I HC Ominis and Noctua worked together to develop the strategies/spells Ominis uses and he didn’t learn how to read until just a few years before Hogwarts) As he gets older, he definitely grows into his intense Slytherin personality though, and tends to enjoy the finer things in life. He is the one who eventually takes over the family business, and it takes a ton of work and chutzpah to do that. I haven’t delved too much into his own family when he’s an adult, but I like to think he married a cute Hufflepuff girl. He fell in love easily and is good about being consistent in his affection since he was raised by Isabel and Ominis.

If I’m understanding your last paragraph correctly, yeah—he definitely embraces his disability and abilities much quicker than Ominis did. He’s also much more outgoing. Joseph doesn’t have as much of an issue with parseltongue as Ominis does; he thinks it’s really cool and just knows how to be judicious with who is around when he speaks it. He and Ominis definitely talk to each other in parseltongue just to drive Isabel crazy lmaoo. He is also very close with the family’s python since they can speak to each other too. I have a little paragraph here from when he was a toddler about his personality. This is from a thing that I use as a warmup, idk if it’s anything worth posting in full since it’s just rambling lol

I HC that Sebastian is an academic writer in my canon :) I don’t have him married to anybody, but that doesn’t mean that won’t change at some point if I ever happen to find an MC that I think meshes well with this version of him lol. Being an academic writer, though, he travels the world and is frequently on another continent. So he tries to visit as much as possible, but it’s usually only a few times a year. I’m sure all the kids are amazed by Sebastian’s job, and I think Joseph would definitely be enamored by it the most out of all three of them. In a way, I think it helps shape and inspire Joseph to not let his disability dictate his interests or aspirations.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #sebastian sallow #headcanons #isabel greymoore

[warmerthanhotcoco]

Hi if ur able to, can you PLEASE PLEASE do an Imagine or headcannon of if Newt Scamander suddenly got powers like Spider-Man? From an accident with an acromantula that he was dealing with or something lol! I’ve had this idea forever but don’t have enough creativity <3

I can protect you now

Tags: Newt Scamander/You, Fluff, Spiderman AU, Outdoor-café dates, Astronomy Tower dates, Slytherin reader, Established Relationship, Boyfriend material-Newt Scamander

Summary: Newt, your adorable animal-obsessed Hufflepuff boyfriend, faced a mishap with a young acromantula in the Forbidden Forest. For some godforsaken reason all he got instead of venom... were the magical spider's abilities. Thank Merlin you're around to help him through it all.

A/N: Ron Weasley's nightmare. ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH- This is perhaps the craziest, coolest idea and I'm all here for it! Sorry it took bloody long (writing block hits hard in college)! I was in dire need of Newt fluff and one daydream later your Ask blossomed in my Notepad.

You asked for an imagine/headcanon but hey- I'm famous IRL for turning a tiny idea into a frigging novel so haha, hope ya like it, here we go! This will have two parts, the first one here being more fluff, and the second tomorrow being more action laced with fluff. Can't write Spidey-Newt without a single decent fight! See ya 'morrow xx

Part 1/2

The moon was partly hidden by the clouds, its silver light hazy, trickling along the marble floor of the Astronomy Tower. The stars weren't around today: it had been a very boring day, and was now a very boring night. The perfect night to invite your boyfriend for a midnight chat over Firewhiskey and Chocolate Frogs: he always rambled about his favourite creatures for hours on end. 

Boredom was Newt Scamander's sole enemy.

The little wooden door to the Tower opened and shut with a creak.

"What took you so long?" you held out a Chocolate Frog. "It's almost 1 in the morning, love."

"I was... working." He evaded your gaze as he settled on the floor beside you, snuggling close for warmth.

"You did mention homework but your hair is as messy as your shirt and is that dirt on your trous— Goodness you're cold!"

"A-Am I?"

"...Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. I know that face. What did you do? Which animal did you kidnap to help heal it this time?"

"I-" he blinked in surprise before bursting into a string of soft chuckles. "I didn't kidnap anyone! It was more him kidnapping me this time..."

"Oh for Salazar's sake, what happened?" You gripped and shook him by the arm. He looked down at the spot where your legs were tangled together, anxiously biting the inside of his cheek. "Please talk to me," you pleaded, gentler.

Silently, he slid his hand up to his neck and tapped his nape. You frowned, leaning over his shoulder to check.

There were two round red marks on his skin, at least a millimetre deep. The skin around the wound was a brilliant sore pink.

You smacked his head with a hiss. "You dunce! I've been warning you for years against chatting up wild animals. You kept asking why, huh? This is why!" You raked your fingers through his hair, rubbing the spot you hit: not that you regretted but maybe it hurt a little bit. He subtly leant into the touch. “Get up, now."

"Why?"

"To take you to the matron. You’re lucky that’s my aunt.”

"I really don't think that's necessary..."

"But I do, so get up. Exactly what bit you?"

"..."

"Newt..."

"Acromantula."

"...A what?!"

"It was only a young one..."

"You could have been killed!"

"He was wounded..."

“Or eaten alive!" Your hand covered his neck protectively. "What were you thinking?"

"They usually don't attack me when I help..."

"It's a bloody acromantula, Newt— Tsk, forget it." You didn't want to make him feel worse, so you pulled him to his feet, pecked his cheek with a whisper of "Sorry I yelled" and dragged him down the stairs to the hospital wing. 

It had been three weeks since, and the summer holidays had begun. Newt was growing unusually quieter in his letters, and had skipped a coffee date last week. You were wondering what he was up to now, when an owl pecked angrily at the window. "Oh, so sorry, love," you opened the glass to let her in. "Did he reply?"

The barn owl opened her beak and dropped the tiniest box onto your palms. You tossed her a treat and picked up the box. Realising it was indeed heavy for something so small, you swished your wand at the box to enlarge it.

No wonder your owl looked so pissed: the box was huge and Newt had probably only managed one lightening charm.

You blinked at the glittery green wrapping. The little scroll at the top held only two sentences within. 

I'm afraid I can't explain everything on paper. Tomorrow, 5, same place?

So he did like it after all, you smirked, recalling your date the last holiday. With a flick of your wand, the gift-wrap (he sure knew how to make a Slytherin happy) came undone and the box popped open. 

Just a small apology. The words on the paper in the box had been cut through multiple times: attempted and re-written a dozen times.

But the gift was no small deal. Inside the box was... the prettiest autumn dress. All apple green chiffon, with cotton lace that boasted the finest little floral designs. No matter what anybody said, Newt Scamander was a man of taste.

You were early.

Okay, let’s be honest, you were at the café almost an hour early. Not your fault you were worried sick over your suspiciously secretive dearest.

About twenty minutes to three, the chair before you tumbled backwards. “Well hello.”

“You’re early.”

“So are you,” you smirked at the extremely clumsy but elegant Hufflepuff towering over you at the table. He may not be on the team but he was taller and (despite trying to hide it with a dozen layers of clothing) fitter than you — and you were a Slytherin Chaser. Newt was dressed in a dark teal shirt and khaki slacks: perfectly complementing your gown and reflecting his hair and ocean eyes. “You know, what you lack in asking-out skills, you make up for in your style,” you grinned. “Sit down already.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, making himself comfortable. “I asked for two Butterbeers and cakes for now, is that…” he asked slowly, pausing between words.

He was controlling his stutter. But his stutter hadn’t appeared for months now, with your help… Something was definitely wrong.

“Yep, perfect for now,” you looked around the outdoor-café. It was an inn full of open space: like if the Leaky Cauldron was in Lancashire and had a Hogwarts grounds-sized garden. The grass was fresh enough for Newt’s little friend to walk around in, and the Hippogriff and Thunderbird statues around the fountain were fine granite. It was no wonder it had grown into your date venue and study spot. “Less crowded today.”

Newt nodded, clearly relieved about it. Only after the order arrived did he speak. “Y/n… S-Sorry.”

“Newt, I told you over a dozen letters, it’s alright. Now that I know you’re healthy and well, it really is alright.”

He nodded, grateful.

“But an apology won’t save you from explanations.”

He swallowed hard, fingers drawing distracted patterns on the table. “I…”

“One sip and a deep breath, love,” you slid your hand close to his, fingers intertwining. 

He obeyed immediately, eyes still avoiding yours. “Prom… Promise you won’t be mad.”

“I’ll try,” you sighed.

Finally he met your gaze: his bright blue eyes were pleading. “Promise.”

“Alright, fine, IswearonyourBowtruckleIshallnotbemad, now spill!”

“Do you… remember the acromantula?” You nodded impatiently. “Well.” He turned away from the table and fixed his eyes on one of the table legs. He raised his right hand and flicked his fingers at the table — Zap! A bright cobweb wrapped around the leg so fast you nearly missed the string that shot out of his wrist. Newt cleared his throat to break the silence that ensued. “I… still don’t know how to undo it. Too sticky.”

You forced your open jaw shut and frowned, perplexed. “Newt, what in Merlin’s name was that?”

“Acromantulas have two prominent defence skills. Venom. And they can trap victims in a cobweb at lightning speed. The web wraps around the target… it’s sticky, lasts long enough for the acromantula to consume its prey.” Not once did he stutter: he was doing what he loved and was best at. “At least I don’t have the venom.”

“So you’re a human spider now.” You gulped down Butterbeer to ease your blood pressure.

“…S-Something like that.”

“Hey,” you took both hands, thumbs rubbing his wrists. “Relax. I’m not mad, nor disgusted. Just a little… confused. This isn’t supposed to be possible.” You shook your head, lifting one hand to kiss the knuckles. “But we’ll figure it out, hm? Hogwarts Library, bribing the CoMC professor, breaking into the Ministry's records…" His eyes grew wider and wider at every suggestion. "We’ll figure it out. And for now, we could take a trip to my aunt’s place.” He gripped your hand, alarmed. “Not to tell her everything but to have you checked for poison. This looks fun but I need to know you’re safe.”

A small half-smile played at his lips, a soft sigh washing over your face as he leant forth to kiss your forehead. “I am safe. I was… scared. Thank you,” he whispered.

“If you thought you’d get rid of me just from this, keep dreaming, spider-boy,” you laughed.

He grinned, leaning back into his seat and diving into the cake. 

“Aren’t acromantulas also known for their intelligence?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s hope your Potions grades go up then.”

He burst into laughter, grabbing the serviette to wipe the icing all over his mouth. “Perhaps.” As the laughter faded, he stared at you, eyes soft and crinkled at the tips. “The part that I-I like the most about this is…”

“Hmm?”

“…I can protect you now.”

You sucked in a gasp, images of the group of Gryffindor bullies flashing through your mind. All the times Newt had caught you running late to dates with a black eye… “I guess so.” You wordlessly thanked him with a chaste kiss.

He tasted of vanilla frosting.

#fantastic beasts #harry potter fluff #hogwarts fluff #newt scamander fluff #newt scamander x you #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x slytherin reader #hufflepuff x slytherin #acromantula #spiderman au #newt scamander is a man of taste #he stutters but it's cute #he's an idiot but he's beautiful #harry potter x you #fantastic beasts x reader

[unbindingkerberos]

Conversing

Words: 1157

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Slight ooc???

Tags: @poisonedtruth @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @unpetitoiseau

BOOM!

The walls within the training room rumbled from the explosion. "And that's it for Theta-15." Henry adjusts his watch. The other Leeches with him were Alpha-3 and Tango-7 who lifted up the debris of their fallen sibling and carried it away. "What did I say about lifting things up?" The drones look at him. He motions for the Leeches to hand over the leftover remains. Reluctantly they agreed and gave the pieces back to their creator. Henry tuts as he inspects one of the pieces. "The last thing I want is for you two to tip over and flail around helplessly." Both of them chirp regretfully and crawl up to Henry's leg who scoops them up and carefully shoves him down his vest pocket.

The walk back to his personal quarters was anything but interesting. Men and women alike with varied professions within the Rainbow facility walk past him. Some hastily sped up their pace upon recognising him while others forced a greeting. It was obvious none of these people did not appreciate his presence but Henry cared less for their opinions. 

--

With a focused look, Henry meticulously repaired the drone on his desk. Below him A3 and T7 tumbled and clashed as per their usual play fights. Finally, the Leech was as good as new. Activating it with his digital watch, the revived Leech sprung into life. "Theta-16. Good to see you again." Henry watched in satisfaction as T16 took its first steps. The drone struggled with its footing for a while before it had completely quickly adjusted. Leaping out of the table, T16 ambushed A3 who was on the verge of claiming victory against T7. Henry sighs and rests his head against the surface of the desk. The door opens and Henry turns to see a man carrying what appears to be a large drone. 

"Hallo." The man waves. Henry just stares and turns his head back to rest in its former position. He could hear steps behind him and a polite, "Entschuldigen Sie mich, bitte" followed by a mechanical chattering from his Leeches. He feels a heavy thud from the table next to him. An awkward and tense silence ensues.

"Do you like spending time here?"

Henry looks to meet the man-- visage masked by a pilot's helmet and mask. "Pardon?" 

"I've noticed you come here a lot." Was the man's reply, still fixated on the device he was working on. Now, Henry was not one for small talk or in fact conservations. But if someone starts one Henry is obligated to reply. After all, Amarice didn't teach him rude manners. "I prefer it here." He could feel the other lighten up. "I know, ja? If I could choose any place in the world to take a vacation, it would be here." Henry hums in acknowledgement. Perhaps the conversation would end--

"What are they called?"

--Never mind.

"My drones?" Henry confirmed. The man nodded, pausing his work. "They're called Leeches. They--" In a lengthy exposition, Henry explains his Leeches' schematics, their ability to hold onto targeted objects and intended use for blowing things up. The other man listened carefully, clearly interested in the information. "Such a unique device." The man praised. Henry would be lying if he said that it didn't at all fuel his ego. "You flatter me." He snorts, a phantom of a smile tugging in his lips. He shifts his attention to the device. "What does that do?" That proved to be a huge mistake to Henry's part as he was bombarded into an overwhelming conversation.

He had come to learn that device was called the ADS-MKVIV "Magpie," bragging that he proved others wrong with his invention and added that it had been successfully used on ships and tanks. He also said that his name was Marius "Jäger" Streicher, his birthday was tomorrow, his ramblings about a documentary about AI, his favorite movies and--

At this point, Henry felt dizzy. He made no comment or effort to end the conversation as he was both bewildered and confused by what just happened. He didn't even notice that three of his Leeches were on his shoulder chirping in agreement and intrigued by the ongoing conversation. 

It felt like an eternity, listening to the German much to Henry's irritation. But to his own surprise he finds himself somewhat enjoying it.

"Do you know who I am?" Henry finally asks. 

"Ja."

"And?"

"I think they might be exaggerating. You seem fun to talk to." Henry physically recoils from the reply. His mouth stuttered, finding no words. This was a first, Henry thinks. To think someone actually enjoys being with him. It had struck something inside him. Something primal. Something--

"What are you doing?"

Both turn their heads to meet Elena's shocked gaze. Marius was quick to reply but Henry interjects. "Mr. Streicher here has been providing… useful facts about the creation of his Magpie, nothing too important." He rises from his seat and feels his drones' little legs move back to his vest pocket. "I'll take my leave now." However his legs protest at the doorway. 

"Henry."

Elena and Marius stared at him in confusion.

"Was?"

"You can call me Henry."

As he leaves, he could faintly hear the hushed voice of Elena saying, "What the fuck?"

--

"Uhhhh Marius, what is that?" Jordan points at the huge black box that Marius had. "It's a gift." Marius replies happily. "Is it supposed to be beeping?" He asked, concern seeping in his voice. "I'm not sure."

Jordan and Elena exchanged nervous glances. "Marius, do you mind if you give that to me for a while?" Elena asks. Marius obliges and gives no protest. She presses her ear to the box and to her growing terror, the beeping rapidly quickens. "Marius, who gave this to you?" 

"Oh. It was that new operator from NIGHTHAVEN."

Everyone in the room paled from the sudden realisation. Elena dropped the box to the floor and yelled, "BOMB! EVERYONE FALL BACK!" Instantly the room was filled with the exclaimed voices of other operators: from Olivier's loud merde to Dominic's chanting of Scheiße. Elena and the others dove to the ground, palms covering ears. 

To their surprise however, the box shoots a colorful barrage of confetti that showered down the operator's confused faces. "Confetti?" Max said, a couple falling down his wrist. The box was open now and cautiously everyone moved in to get a better look. It was a vanilla cake with the red cursive frosting of "Happy Birthday Marius" and strawberry toppings. 

The bewildered operators stood there in silence. "So," everyone turns to Marius, "let's dig in?"

--

Unbeknownst to them, Henry had been viewing the entire ordeal with the help of Hotel-21. Due to the small size of his digital watch he decided to stream it through his laptop. His smirk grew wider and Henry chuckled in amusement.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Streicher," he raises his whiskey filled wine glass, "Happy birthday."

#rainbow six siege #henry adler #rainbow six oc #henry babel adler #r6 oc #r6 oc babel #r6 jaeger #r6 mira (brief appearance) #r6 thermite (brief appearance) #r6 mozzie (brief appearance) #r6 lion (brief appearance) #r6 bandit (brief appearance)

[zozo-01]

WIP Wednesday (But I'm impatient so I'm posting it on a Tuesday <3)

SO! I teased this David/Angel story in the last WIP, but I'm gonna share an actual snippet now this time!!! This is part of a 4 + 1 kind of story for the above two and this is one of the scenarios/events. It's basically a fic by itself and I have oh so much more to write. Originally, the individual scenarios were gonna be less than 500 words each... but I got carried away with this one... Buckle up folks this is gonna be a long story when its done!!!

(Tagging @bittersweet--chaos because I've been annoying them with this for like weekssss!)

#1: They made him forget the unease of being in a car.

Over the years, David has developed some habits to cope with his unwariness in a car. His arms were stiff when holding the steering wheel, made sure his foot was hovering over the breaks, kept his eyes on the road at all times, and most importantly-

“Angel, for the millionth time, I do not want any music playing while I’m driving.”

One of the annoying things about David is that he refuses to let music play in the car while driving. He claims that he doesn’t want to be distracted on the road, but the pack notices the way his eyes glaze over and his voice slightly cracking. He would never say the full reason, but it would take a real dumbass to not figure that out.

“But Davey! It’s way too quiet and this is a damn road trip! If you won’t talk to me, then the least you can do is let me jam out,” Angel said while pouting. They crossed their arms and puffed out their chest to show that they’re annoyed, but honestly, David thought they looked cute sitting like that. Their adorableness didn’t negate the fact that he really didn’t want music to be playing right now.

David took in a shaky breath before continuing. “Angel, I know it’s boring without any sound, but I just-” Angel cut him off, “then I won’t play anything.”

What David didn’t know is that when he started speaking, his eyes had glazed over and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. ‘Maybe he was remembering something bad?’ Angel thought. They didn’t know. What they do know was that David needed this. And who were they to deny their boyfriend something he needs.

One thing about Angel that he loves was their ability to know when to push and when to stop. Of course, it has been a learning process for them both. But they were learning each other’s boundaries. And they were learning together.

“Thank you, Angel,” David sighed out, before focusing on the road again. 

A few moments went by before Angel started humming a tune, one that David was familiar with. He let out a groan and if he wasn’t driving, he would have banged his head against the steering wheel. 

“Oh, I’m sorry if the humming is bothering you. It’s just that it's a song that’s been in my brain and I have to hum it so it gets out, but I totally understand if you need me to stop and,” Angel kept on rambling and apologizing. The longer they were explaining themselves, the more out of breath they became.

David let one hand go on the steering wheel and held his Angel’s hand. “Look at me Angel, you’re ok just breathe with me.” Angel looked into David’s eyes and he swears that their eyes could only be compared to the moon. Once Angel's breathing calmed down, David explained why he became annoyed with humming.

“It’s not you, I promise. The song you’ve were humming is a stupid ‘Hall and Oates’ song that Tank used to blast when we were younger,” David said with disdain in his voice. “At one point, they did it specifically to piss me off, so now anytime I hear the song, I just want to die on the inside.”

Angel started laughing that beautiful laugh of theirs. “Why though? It’s such a sweet song. Never would have thought that Tank would be into it,” Angel mused. David looked at the smile that was on their face, and he immediately felt at ease.

He forgot that he was in a car, something he hasn’t been able to do since his father died. Angel had made him forget it. Their presence was enough to keep his mind from fixating on every detail that he needed to control. Maybe he could try…

“Hey Angel, can you open that compartment for me?” They did as they were told and were met with a CD. Angel looked up at David who was reminiscing about… something.

“I was a fussy kid and it took me forever to put me to sleep. My… my dad used to drive me around when I couldn't sleep. Apparently, driving around the neighbourhood knocked me the fuck out.” David let out a little chuckle. “The CD you’re holding is the one that he’d play every night to help me sleep, and I want to listen to it with you.”

“David… you don’t have to play any kind of music because I asked,” Angel said nervously as they fumbled with their shirt.

“I want this. I promise.” Angel nodded and put the disc into the CD player. 

For the first time in forever, a road trip karaoke session was held in David’s car.

At that moment, David thought he was blessed with a real angel on his side. Their bright smile and siren-like voice that he wouldn’t mind spending forever listening to.

‘Huh. Never would have thought I’d want to spend forever with someone, but I wouldn’t mind if it was them. I should ask them about it. Not now, it’s way too soon. But one day, I will propose to them.’

#$10 if you can guess the hall and oates song #its reallyyy easy once you know me #also #this is me shamelessly projecting myself on to david #AND IT TURNED OUT GREATTT #this is zo speaking #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asmr

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

1.) What do you love about Eddie?

2.) What would you like to know about Eddie?

3.) What would you like to experience with Eddie?

NONNIE I SAW THIS AND NEARLY SCREAMED OMG PLEASE YOU'VE GONE STRAIGHT TO MY HEART!!! HOW WILL I SURVIVE????😍😍😍😍😍😍I've been wanting to vent about Eddie just like this for WEEKS so thank you thank you THANK YOU for sending these questions in!!! Gonna tag @hersweetrevenge because I already promised her I'd vent about Eddie, so instead of a rambly ask, she can have this post instead.😂💀

LONG POST UNDER THE CUT. REMEMBER YOU ASKED FOR THIS.🥺

TW; I get emotional, mentions of bullying & struggling to find one's place in the world, extreme gushing! I am GOING for it!!!!

What do you love about Eddie?

So, so many things.

I love that he's the person I needed the most when I was in school; I was most definitely a lost sheepie and in many ways, I do feel like I'm still looking for Eddie. I was bullied for fifteen years - literally from the day I started pre-school right up until I graduated college - and I love that he's the person I needed back then. There's some catharsis in loving him now as I look back on my teenage self. I love the way he welcomes and accepts people, the way he meets them where they are and doesn't judge them, unless they give him a reason not to. He's kind right up until he isn't and he gives as good as he gets in all ways. I love him for knowing when to speak up and when to put down the hatches and settle in for the ride. I love him for becoming the very person he needed when he was younger; there's a quiet strength in that.

I love his clothes, his taste in music - it's very similar to mine. Ozzy was my first love, I remember throwing absolute tantrums if mum turned off one of his songs before it finished. As an adult, if Ozzy doesn't make me smile, it's a serious red flag towards the state of my mental health. I fall asleep every night listening to a Black Sabbath album (usually Master of Reality) and I will not sleep if I don't have Ozzy playing. I love that Eddie would vibe so hard with that and he and I would get to bond over Ozzy. If Eddie ever dated me, he'd have to agree to 'share' me - if he wants one more kiss, then I get one more Ozzy song before we get out of the van. Take it or leave it, Munson.😂

I love Eddie's bravery. He'll shout, swear, call it stupid, all three all at once, but he will do it anyway because it's right. He'll do it, but he's gonna let the world know he doesn't want to and I love that so much. His perseverance, his loyalty to his friends and his uncle, his ability to endure a fucking man-hunt but still being kind, still cracking jokes... his genuine want to graduate, his love of D&D, his passion and devotion, creativity, imagination, determination, compassion and emotional intelligence, his perceptiveness, his gentility, his humour, his ability to read someone with a look and know what they need from him and the way he'll give it to them if he can. His tirades and his ability to listen to an eight minute song and master playing it in just eighteen days around all the other things I just mentioned. I love his voice and the way he speaks with his hands.

I love Eddie's internal and external beauty but most of all, most of all, I love Eddie Munson because he's Eddie.

I wrote a love letter to Eddie, which you can find HERE if you want some more thoughts on this.

2.) What would you like to know about Eddie?

I wanna talk to Eddie. Just for five minutes. About anything. About D&D in general (teach me please so I can spend more time with youuuu) and his favourite thing about planning campaigns. About what he ate for breakfast this morning or if he skipped and would he like one of my snacks? About the first song he listened to this morning and the last one he remembers before he fell asleep. About how he's feeling. About why he's feeling. About his tattoo designs and which one is his favourite and why. About why he has his beautiful hair that way. About how he can be so full of love and hope and acceptance even with and after everything he's gone through. About how he's a shining beacon for so many people and how he managed to become the person for others that he himself always needed. About his favourite songs and what lyrics make his eyes close of their own accord and which guitar riffs make his heart feel like it's bleeding.

I would also like to know would I ever be good enough to be loved by him?

3.) What would you like to experience with Eddie?

Honestly, I feel like Eddie would be able to teach me how to live. I've never really 'done' all the things I'm 'supposed' to; I've never tried a cigarette, never gotten stoned (I did accidentally hotbox at a house party when I was fifteen but that's a whole other story), never really been drunk (so I've never had a hangover etc.), I've never had sex or gotten kicked out of somewhere for causing mischief, I've been in relationships but never been on a date (yeaaaah lmao I never made great relationship choices...), I've never been to a concert or seen live music up close.

I've never really felt alive or like "oh holy shit okay so this is what life is for". I just... exist, really. I'm twenty-five and I spent so long trying to figure out how to join the world as a teenager but I always felt out of place, like I never belonged anywhere or with anyone and I still feel that way now. Now I feel like I'll never be able to do it; I'll forever be watching people live from the sidelines. I'm actively pursuing a career, I have a stable job yada yada and I'm studying, too, but I just... I don't feel alive.

I don't know what my place in the world is but Eddie would help me to see I've already got it carved out. I have screams lodged in my chest, every day I have thoughts of absolutely losing my shit - doing something impulsive in a positive way, like catching a train to nowhere - and the closest I can get to that is playing music so loud I can't hear myself think, but one day it won't be enough and I'll wanna go out and do something. I feel like I could trust Eddie to give me these experiences and others. Eddie could teach me how to live, show me how to change my perspective, how to better myself. He would see in me what's already there but I'm blind to and he'd be everything I didn't know I needed (I mean... that's true).

I want to lay on my bed with Eddie while we blast Metallica or Ozzy or Black Sabbath, my hair spilling over his shoulder (which he'd brush for me later because it's almost to my tailbone and I need help with it most nights), our shoulders, elbows and knees touching, toes knocking together, staring at the ceiling, talking about everything and nothing and all the spaces in between.

I want him to teach me how to play D&D and to sit with Hellfire during campaigns; just to soak in the way Eddie is so in his element, having the time of his life. I just want to experience Eddie being Eddie. I'd love every second. Time spent with him would be yet another gift.

I want to cup his face in my hands and tell him all those things we all say every day - I love you, you were so brave, I'm so proud of you, you did everything you could, thank you for being you, and all those other things he never got to hear and absolutely should have done. I want Eddie to know he is loved for exactly who he is, how he is. I want him to be happy, healthy and safe, and I want him to know I'd throw myself into the fucking sun if it'd make him smile.

I want to experience life with Eddie but not, like, daily life... or not just daily life. I wanna throw myself in head first and experience a life with Eddie. I imagine being loved by him is an absolute gift. I want Eddie to experience these things with me - to experience being totally 100% loved for all that he is, and all that he isn't, and to know that he is loved. If he knows even in his darkest moments that I love him, that's everything.

In conclusion, I love Eddie because he's Eddie and I'd do anything for him - like, I'd subject myself to kissing Jason Carver if it meant I got to hug Eddie for five minutes afterwards. I'd do anything for him, to an extreme case. I like to think he'd appreciate some of what's in here.💖

#eddie munson #things for eri

[midnight-and-his-melodiverse]

I posted 3,015 times in 2022

That's 3,001 more posts than 2021!

659 posts created (22%)

2,356 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@careful-pyromancer

@blue-kyber

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I tagged 899 of my posts in 2022

#midnight's rambles - 290 posts

#answered asks - 137 posts

#themelodiverse - 89 posts

#midnight's writings - 35 posts

#wip: starsbitsandbytes - 31 posts

#character: midnight - 26 posts

#character: staticlight - 21 posts

#not midnight's writings - 20 posts

#wip: midnight and the gift of the melody blade - 18 posts

#storyteller saturday - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 125 characters

#theres two series i hate now (the second one i dont hate as much but i just never got into it) and they are: divergent series

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Melodiverse: Night Demons (part of "Species: Part I" which is in progress)

NIGHT DEMONS

Note I: (Before the lore begins: I've realized these Worldbuilding things are out of order, that's no matter for now though as I'll be chronologically ordering them soon lol)

Note II: OH BOY, GET READY FOR A LONG HAUL LORE DUMP

Night Demons are one, of seven different types of demons (because mainly they're organized by the type of gem and their features they inhabit) that are widely known and feared as the most destructive of demon, not by their own accord of course.

Their destructive tendencies by their own accident, are known to be caused by "an evil kind of possession" that descends on poor souls who are naive enough to deny their existence.

BACKSTORY

In the ancient times of the Melodiverse, Night Demons were once humans that through their morbid curiosity towards the Melody Gems; being regarded as mystical artifacts back then, realized that they could play pranks on the gems and trick them.

A result of this, ended up with a human being sent to the Discordant Barrens (The Melodiverse's version of Hell), and their punishment was intense exposure to the gem that ended up transforming them into the Night Demons that are known through history in the present day: having blue-hued horns, being controlled by an evil kind of possession, having constellation-covered skin, and having long, thin claws.

Many people who form conspiracies on them, claim that the fact that Night Demons being called a "biological curse" is a lie and propose that it was the demons' fault in the first place for having an evil kind of possession controlling them at every waking hour.

One poor soul, who constantly tries to play off that his species is a "biological curse", is Midnight. He, of course couldn't escape having an encounter with an evil kind of possession, which is how Staticlight came about, along with also being the personification of Midnight's negative thoughts.

APPEARANCE AND FEATURES (featuring Twilight talking!)

Night Demons' features have been well established and set in stone ever since the first myths of them passed around through the coastal town of Concordia and the small urban city of Penwood, and have largely stayed the same.

In many books and texts in the Melodiverse, historians, students of Melodiverse history, and other people, have described their overall appearance. Here's a description from Twilight, who is a student of Melodiverse history, and a budding rocket scientist:

About their appearance: "The appearance of Night Demons are as follows: They have constellation-covered skin, evident of their connection to the stars, hence the name, 'Night Demon', spiky blue-hued horns, white glowing eyes; a hint of the chaos they hold, and long, thin claws."

About their features: "Night Demons are known to have a rare feature that allows them to interface with the more chaotic Melody Gems. Specifically, Dev who is a night demon, has the Anarchy Gem and because of this, is able to assume a human form. Other Night Demons who have Gem Marks (which is the mark they have on their skin, denoting the secondary gem they inhabit at birth) have the ability to use their secondary gem's magic."

An interesting thing to note: "Night Demons, from what I've heard, are a surprisingly fluffy breed of demon. The feeling of their fur is like a cat's: warm, fuzzy, and soft. You would never think me to be the person that declares these things, yet I indeed am."

WORLDBUILDING TAGLIST: @blind-the-winds, @purgatorydotexe, @carefulpyro, @bardic-tales, @365runesofwriting (Ask / DM to be added to, or removed from, the taglist!)

SPECIES TAGLIST: @elijahrichardwrites, @365runesofwriting (Ask / DM to be added to, or removed from, the taglist!)

28 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#4

WRITEBLR RE-INTRODUCTION lol (because I'm going to be more active on this account than the actual writeblr)

Hiya there! The name's Midnight and I'm 17 and an aspiring author! I've loved reading sci-fi and fantasy ever since I was a kid, and thanks to my dad getting me into the game, I'm also a self-proclaimed D&D nerd as well lol I have four WIPs going on right now, and they all take place in my fictional world I have, called the Melodiverse! Before I list them off though, here's what you can expect from this blog (because it's a hybrid of a primary blog + a writeblr LOL) 1. Obviously some rambles abt the Melodiverse's worldbuilding 2. (sorta?) frequent posts for my writing (I'm working on that!) 3. reblogs of other writer's stuff (cuz I'm supporting others to be also supported myself!) 4. and that's it basically!

WIP LIST Now the main event that y'all have been waiting for: the WIPs I have!

🎶 THE MELODY BLADE SAGA 🗡️

An four book urban fantasy series with the long-standing "chosen one" trope, and two young kid villains! Word count for Book 1 is projected to be 51k as of currently!

Book 1: Midnight and the Gift of the Melody Blade

Summary: A wolf-human boy named Midnight tries to keep a mysterious blade that he recieves on his doorstep one morning secret, as he uncovers the source of strange arcane events disrupting the city, and a young villain who wants the blade for malicious purposes. Synopsis: After a wolf-human boy named Midnight recieves a strange gift from the goddess of his world, otherworldly events pull him into pressuring situations where he's subconsciously told to keep this gift a secret. He doesn't know why, up until he notices a mysterious young villain and a familiar sidekick stalking him. It turns out the sidekick, who was the boy's alternate personality, was charmed by the villain into taking his side. With the threat of corruption moving ever closer, the boy must brandish his newfound blade whilst learning new skills, and restore his realm…

Characters:

Midnight - the main protagonist, and wielder of the Melody Blade, who is a complete pacifist up until Twilight teaches him that not all fights can be solved with peace.

Ambrosia - a side character, and Midnight's girlfriend.

Twilight - a mentor, of sorts, and Midnight's brother who runs the fencing team at Midnight's high school! Staticlight - Midnight's personification of his negative thoughts and fears, as well as being in love with a Night-Demon called Dev over their mutual bond in chaos. One of Dev's sidekicks.

👺 GOBLIN THEFT AUTO 👺

---THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS---

🌟 STARS, BITS, AND BYTES 🌟

Summary:

(Credit to OpenAI Playground)

Stars, Bits, and Bytes follows the adventures of two pilots (Arietta and Quintus) and two young kids (Ottava and Lyric) along their journey to a brand new world, escaping the destruction of their home planet, Terra Melodiae on their spacecraft Titania (which has a cranky AI assistant.) But they have to dodge asteroids, fight space pirates and try not to lose their way as they navigate to this new world. 

When they get to this new world however, they must get accustomed to the strange society that has built up there with robots and magic as far as the eye can see and very strict military force that protects the planet from invaders. 

However through information passed down by the general, the group finds out that Emperor Tetrachord and his army of Silencers wants to destroy this new planet. Even though the two kids are scared to operate the ship themselves and steer it into a great battle, Arietta and Quintus are confident. The four of them must team up and use all the skills they have to stop Emperor Tetrachord from ruining this new world and find a way back to their own home planet.

💎 SILVER MOON SONATAS 💎

---THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS---

31 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

THE MIDNIGHT'S MELODIVERSE MASTERLIST (v2.0!!)

Welcome to the REVAMPED MASTERLIST with color codes for the WIPs! (even though it's been 3 months and that wouldn't have been necessary-- I just wanted a new one, ok?)

UPDATED ON 10/1/2022, CHANGES: Added a section for the Midscryption AU (co-created by Ame and I) and it's stories!

Anyway!!

Overture: Quick Tag Rundown

#themelodiverse - for anything Melodiverse related, mostly excluding worldbuilding, but can include answered asks relating to the Melodiverse in some way, whether it's OCs, lore or otherwise!

#Midnight's OCs - for anything relating to my characters, whether its intros

#Midnight's rambles - For my general posts that (mostly) have nothing to do about my writing, sometimes!

The Curtain Rises: The WIPs and their related content, canon or not!

--ORIGINAL WIPS--

Now for the main event, my WIPs and their related content! These will be color coded for easier reference! (also look at the emojis on either side of the WIPs' titles to familiarize yourself with what emojis are associated with which WIP!

A summary of Book 1's plot, in the form of a news headline: Local Teen Boy Discovers Mysterious Blade on Doorstep, Ends Up Encountering a Strange String of Arcane Events

An actual summary: A wolf-human boy named Midnight tries to keep a mysterious blade that he recieves on his doorstep one morning secret, as he uncovers the source of strange arcane events disrupting the city, and a young villain who wants the blade for malicious purposes.

The plots and summaries for the other books in the saga meanwhile, are under progress hehe

Brief Excerpt:

(nothing yet, sadly)

Some related content, if you desire to look: INTROS (which include the story intro, and character intros) EXCERPTS (in progress!!), INCORRECT QUOTES, MEMES, OUTLINE (This is exclusive content for those subscribed to the "Midnight's Behind the Pages" taglist, of which is still in progress, so stay tuned for the taglist post!)

See the full post

34 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#2

Well, it's probably VERY late for this...

But here's the August / Writeblr roundup and overview?

Through this writeblr, I have managed to reach 1000 posts!! (half of them being reblogs, but that's no matter LOL)

See the full post

35 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

MIDNIGHT'S FIRST WRITEBLR ASK GAME!!

MIDNIGHT'S WRITEBLR ASK GAME: PLANETS AND SCENE ASKS!

Mercury: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a mystery or a narrative scene describing mystical elements!

Venus: Find a scene in your WIP that contains fire, and or a scene where something's burning down due to the intense heat!

Earth: Find a peaceful scene in your WIP, which can include: people playing in lakes, running through forests playing tag, or just sitting under a tree contemplating life!

Mars: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a war of some kind!

Jupiter: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a supernatural storm!

Saturn: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a celebration of a tradition!

Uranus: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a scene taking place in winter!

Neptune: Find a scene in your WIP that contains a scene with swimming, sitting by the shore, or: Find a scene in your WIP that either mentions magic, or has a demonstration of a magic system!

Have fun with my first ask game!!

58 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[wannaliveattheholidayinn]

fun tag game? fun tag game. ty @janelevy for the tag <3

what book are you currently reading? 

i just finished i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy, so now i'll probably move onto loveless by alice oseman or iron widow by xiran jay zhao

what’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? 

i,,, genuinely cannot remember going to a single movie in theaters this year. i'm pretty certain i never went into theaters this year. although, now that i'm thinking my local theater did host a viewing of goncharov-

what do you usually wear? 

um,,, mainly,,, like dresses or shirts tucked into skirts. i don't own many "masculine" clothes and i'm just generally more comfy in "feminine" clothes

how tall are you? 

uh,,, 5'2 or 5'3 i think. i'm pretty short. i'm the shortest of my friend group

what’s your star sign? 

gemini !

do you go by your name or a nickname?

i'll go by anything if you clear it with me first. hannah? sure. 04? sure. jamie? sure. stan? sure. munchkin? ... sure, fine [redacted]

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? 

uh,,, so i'm in (community) college now w an undecided major (which funnily enough, i did not want to go to college when i was little), but i'm pretty sure i'm going into education. little me wasn't exactly sure what i wanted to grow up to be, i flip-flopped around a bit, but i clung onto actor for a while so,,, no, not really

are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one? 

i am very single. i do have a crush on someone (two someones, actually), but i'm scared they'll find my tumblr so they'll remain unnamed. i do also have many crushes on celebrities who have no idea i exist

dogs or cats?

don't make me choose... okay fine, cats

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

oooh i am a fanfic writer (ik, i'm really cool /s), and my favorite fic has got to be this zep fic i wrote (pas de deux) kiss me backstage, in part bc it's just really personal. i'd say my favorite line in it is "She stepped away, wanting to see how he’d react before going. He seemed a little shocked, but slowly, a smile played at the edge of his lips. She smiled and then ran for her life towards the wings, because Jesus, she was late." what can i say, i'm a romantic who spent their final show of dance running to and from the wings

what’s something you would like to create content for?

ooooh um... maybe the west wing or wednesday or the punisher. definitely would like to write something for jessica jones. maybe if i'm feeling daring, derry girls?

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with? 

the west wing. did a rewatch a month or so back bc of hln and i remembered how much i love it. derry girls, abbott elementary, and she-hulk attorney at law have all been taking up considerable space in my head, especially derry girls. also, weirdly, the punisher, which i've only seen one episode and clips of

what’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? 

... first kill. i tried really hard to like it, but idk there was a lot about it that rubbed me the wrong way and i just couldn't get into it the way i wanted to

what’s a hidden talent of yours?

um,,, it's not very hidden, but i have a pretty good singing voice. idk most ppl on here don't know and it isn't something i talk a lot abt with ppl i don't know... or maybe my hidden talent is the ability to ramble on for any given topic i'm somewhat passionate/invested in for hours on end, which i have done before

are you religious?

i'm not,,, religious, but i am somewhat observant of judaism, and i'd like to be more observant

what’s something you wish to have at this moment? 

um... i guess a friend to hug. idk, i'm kinda sad, i had to leave my family early for the holidays bc my dad caught covid and i just really wanna hug somebody... also, bc we live in a capitalist society, money

tagging @wannabe-etymologist, @pesby, @delphiniumblooms ! obviously, no pressure, if you guys don't wanna participate <3

also open to anyone who sees this and thinks it would be fun to have a go at it <3

#tag games

[kavyanjali]

Need help looking for a Drarry Fanfiction

Hello people,

Well I am in dire need of help in finding few Draco/Harry fanfictions and believe me I have spend last few weeks going through thousands of stories in Ao3... my neck and eyes hurt from all of it now. So I am hoping that some good soul would have mercy on poor overworked me. Honestly its ridiculous when you can't find the story when you want it and you can't remember the name or author or helpful tags but other times its always keeps popping up. Anyways enough rambling now, I am looking for two Draco/Harry stories which were published in Archive of Our Own (Ao3).. the things that I remember about the storyline are:

01. The first one is a multi-chapter long Draco/Harry post-war story in which its few years after the war and Draco is assumed dead. Harry and Draco were in-relationship secretly before war, Draco was hiding in Order safe-house but when the fight was over Harry went to the safe house to find Draco missing. On the other hand Draco is in America working in an Café living as muggle, he has lost his memory and his present name is Drake. Someone sees Draco in Café and Harry goes to find him... one co-worker of Draco liked him but nothing happened. In the end it is found that Hermione had loved Harry and she was the one who obliviated Draco, dropped him in America hoping that if Harry assumes Draco dead than she'll be able to make him fall in love with her. Hermione even married Ron to remain close to Harry, in the end Draco didn't completely recover his past memories but he had them from sort of third person POV due some sort of Seer ability of Malfoy line. In the Epilogue Hermione come to ask forgiveness on a Christmas morning and Draco does... Harry talks to her and she leaves without meeting anyone else or getting inside the house. Harry and Draco visit the Café where Draco worked as Drake, they give them lot of money and that co-worker who had crush on Draco is now interested in other new co-worker named Gabriel.

02. The second story I am looking for is a One-Shot in which Harry finds Draco crying in a bathroom and they are still in Hogwarts. Draco feels that he is girl born as a boy and no one understands it, Severus had thrown Draco's hairclips and ribbons about which he was crying for. Harry help Draco though it, they become friends then secret relationship and then when puberty hits and Draco is so depressed, injuring himself badly. Harry saves him and then asks Hermione for help, they brew potion to help Draco change into girl permanently in secret in Room of Requirement. In the end during holiday Harry comes to Malfoy Manor breaking a glamour on Draco, Lucius feels sad that he had failed to see his child in pain for so long... he decides to be a better father.

Please please if anyone knows the story names or author names, please do tell. I've been searching for so long and still but I haven't found it... so it is my humble request, please help. Thank you in advance, I really hope someone could help me... until than take care.

With love,

Kavya

#drarry #draco x harry #harry potter #fanfic #draco malfoy #harry james potter #ao3fic #archive of our own

[capesandshapes]

How would you rewrite miraculous to have better pacing and story structure? (genuine question)

Okay so this is definitely just my opinion and this is super long so the actual plot is going below the cut, but:

I think the largest problem with miraculous is that we lack goals for each season, which I know sounds a bit off because, 'there is a goal, defeating hawk moth!' But we don't exactly have a plan to do that nor even the beginnings of a plan.

(precursor, I can only speak to western storytelling norms. I feel like I'm qualified to discuss this, however, because the writers of Miraculous are likely attempting western storytelling-- and losing their way.)

If you get into western story structure with something like Miraculous where the larger appeal is the plot rather than the premise (here's to looking at you, Billy and Mandy and the likes; all that's selling them is the idea of it rather than something that should happen), every single season should have a goal, and every single episode should be leading into that goal. We do have a larger overarching goal for miraculous, but it remains pretty static and we don't really actively see characters working towards or considering that goal in episodes. Most of the time when there's a development that could help against Hawk Moth we get the big ol' neato and just sort of dance around characters actually thinking of ways these could help and strategizing; see: The miraculous box, kwami potions, the Alya reveal. All of those things were amazing, and we can see how they will eventually help, but the characters don't have any idea of how to actually utilize them and haven't really begun to think of them in most cases. Even with the Alya thing, which could arguably be stated as the largest development show-wise since the box, we can acknowledge that she will be useful in hiding Marinette's identity and fighting hawk moth now that she is permanent but there had not actually been a moment where they fully explain how and consider the implications of her reveal.

A better way to structure miraculous would be retaining the overarching goal, but adding season focused goals working towards hawk moth's defeat that would also give a sort of pacing and rhythm to different discoveries and also build up the fight with hawk moth. Right now miraculous has sort of moved to a shock for shock structure, where large reveals and elements are presented out of the blue in order to incite a reaction from the viewer-- if I had to guess they've decided to do that because of social media. Miraculous Ladybug is a whole lot more likely to trend and attract attention if it has these reveals, episodes like Chat Blanc and Wishmaker brought a lot of attention to the show via the massive tagging that happened as a result.

So, smaller, season focused goals that work towards the reveal of hawkmoth, which (contrary to the way the show is going) should be the ultimate goal and draw. If we focus more on hawkmoth and have larger revelations be about hawk moth and his ability, then this makes the reveal a secondary arc rather than the main arc and allows for relationship build up that is more slow and natural compared to the bombshell after bombshell that's been dropped. Worrying more about hawk moth also means that they don't need to have those fake reveals over and over again to amp up the audience's attention, because it becomes more about the danger of their situation itself and the subtle build of their relationship as a result.

And all of that is just a lot of talking but let me just break it down to make it make more sense, because I tend to ramble-- Basically, you can keep some of the same structure as before, Miraculous just needs to actually focus and decide what their primary plot is: lovesquare or conflict. Because of ~potential~, I've decided to focus on the conflict instead of putting the romance aspect first-- which is kind of contrary to how miraculous is marketed now.

Overall goal: Defeat Hawkmoth

Season one goal: Discover Hawkmoth and figure out his limitations. The characters want to know more about this figure, where he came from, and how strong he is. The first episode should be origins but modified, we should see the actual beginning of hawk moth once again but have a greater build up to the reveal of a super villain-- basically we see the normal 'before' paris so that for the rest of the series we have a frame of reference to contrast with once everything gets funky, this frame of reference needs to reach out beyond adrien and marinette's day to day lives because they do not become superheroes specifically for themselves. The first episode (part one) should not end on them fighting him but rather both of them battling with the choice whether or not to, rather than just marinette fighting with it. We open the second episode with both of them making the choice, leave the consequences for not defeating hawkmoth to a later episode to be a larger reveal, and still end part two with them meeting to start that subplot and up tension there. This season they explore the reasons they want to defeat hawkmoth and Adrien/Marinette both hypothesis who he could be in an attempt to stop the ball before it really gets rolling. This is their goal, not leveling up to beat him or adding team members but just trying to stop the problem before it begins. They don't find out his identity but they get close, and we as viewers still get the reveal of who hawk moth is on the very last episode of the season which serves as a hook to move us along. Every episode includes some hint about hawk moth. We do not end the season knowing his reason why, more on that later.

During this time Ladynoir and Adrienette meet, their feelings begin to develop, but they are primarily focused on hawkmoth and his defeat. Because we are introducing our characters and concept we focus more on the fantasy of being a hero rather than the implications to draw kids in.

Season 2: Writer's should focus on building up the big bad and developing a need for the miraculous box later on as well as the tolls of heroism to establish a need for other heroes and ground the show.

The focus of the season is , now that they know the implications of hawkmoth and have seen his power grow, they directly focus on research and try to formulate an actual plan. Marinette gets the book, realizes there could be other miraculous, and sets out to figure out where they are. Ladybug and Chat Noir hint at their feelings and desire for love but do not seek out alternative love interests. The cultivation of their arc this season is chat noir revealing that he has actual feelings for ladybug and her subsequent shock. Luka and Kagami are still introduced in this season but begin a slower development of the friendship that miraculous decided in its later seasons to emphasize for them. The cultivation of this season arc is a larger attack that finally forces marinette to search desperately for the box, find fu, get alya's miraculous to her without thinking of long term implications (essentially she holds onto it because marientte doesn't know the consequences yet) and fails to find another miraculous holder so she decides to trust Luka--which shows the viewers a slower evolution in their relationship that hints at what will eventually come.

Season 3 goal: Discover more about miraculous before hawk moth BUT WITH INTENTION. POTIONS HERE. STRATEGIZING POTENTIAL HOLDERS HERE. FELIX HERE. FORMALLY RECOGNIZING GABRIEL'S MOTIVE AND BUILDING EMPATHY FOR HIM SO HE DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A MONSTER ALL THE TIME HERE.

Build on Gabriel and Adrien's relationship, have hawk moth realizing that the book is gone and trying to get it back in this season, sow seeds of distrust between the two of them, and show what Gabriel is willing to risk to get back that book back here. It's good here. This is also where you can actually introduce the implications of permanent miraculous holders, give marinette a reason to take them back, and get a large emotional pay off with holders being separated and moving back into normal. Characters need to have been acclimatized to a life before being divorced from it to have an actual pay off as a plot device and begin to gain more interest from viewers. This also allows for our subplot:

Now that Marinette and Adrien have lost longtime miraculous holders they are once again alone and have reason to turn to Kagami and Luka for comfort/emotional gain. They can begin to truly see the gap between their superhero lives and regular lives, which makes it more believable and sad for them to turn to the viewers and be like, "well this could never work, ladynoir have to work alone and all of this weight is on my shoulders, but when I am with Kagami/Luka, I can just be me and feel like a person." IT JUST GIVES YOU SO MUCH MORE PAY OFF AND ALLOWS FOR SEASON FOUR.

Season four: Literally their goal is to just make this superhero thing manageable and sustainable. To kind of elaborate what I mean by that, I think that Hawkmoth should deal them a crushing blow to the weight of chat blanc, let them remember it, and realize that this is not working. If they are going to achieve that larger goal they need to find a way to make this work.

We can really show that this isn't working by building up those subplot relationships and allowing Adrien and Marinette to have actually explored reasons to want to reveal themselves to their partners but feel conflicted. This is more than missed dates and sudden disappearances, this is having something that you want to talk about but knowing the person you're with would never understand, this is standing in the middle of a party and feeling all alone because everyone went out and did something while you were saving the world, this is your boyfriend finding out that his damn father is a crocodile keeping rockstar and you not having the emotional energy to give him the response he needs; I think that other superhero media explores how crushing it is to have a secret of this magnitude and be protecting the people you love from it in so much better ways, and we really do see that explored really well in other media-- I mean, batman as a cartoon is almost always aimed towards a young audience but they approach their subject matter with the understanding that children know what it's like to be alone, and for god's sake look at the damn winx club and everything they did. I think it would just add so much more to the plot and their relationships to see the highs and lows move slowly with their alternative partners.

Building this feeling of being overwhelmed, which we already see in early seasons four of the actual show, can really give us a better longterm pay off when we introduce the concept of alya knowing towards the end of the season in this alternate plot line here. Because of the way that season three was ordered in the alt plotline and the relationships that were built with permanent holders being established earlier, giving alya her miraculous back and revealing her identity has a stronger emotional pay off. It explores how much marinette trusts her and shows us that they can't do this alone in a more definite sense, as well as giving us a good lesson for the kids watching that you can make mistakes (and in this case a mistake that hurt alya) and you can fix them if you are honest and have good intentions. I think that's something that's just so important to show in kid's media.

I also, controversially think that even though those relationships are not working, kagami and luka should hang on for a season longer, and luka should still have the revelation that marinette is ladybug only just at the very end of the season. Then we get to see him try to fix the situation in the upcoming season, but sort of fall flat, signaling that while he has good intentions, it just won't work. I also think that adrien and Kagami's relationship should still be going strong, but he should feel absent in it because he is still the isolated character due to his unknowing proximity to hawk moth, and he should feel DAMN WELL GUILTY FOR THAT. That makes it bitter sweet when we do a dramatic irony moment at the end of the seasons where chat noir and ladybug are sitting on top of the Eiffel tower together and he promises that no matter what, she will be the first person he reveals his identity to, ladybug admits about alya and he winces, and then-- SHE. HOLDS. HIS. HAND. and tells him that she swears he will be the next one, UNKNOWING THAT LUKA KNOWS AND THAT SHE'S JUST SET UP A WHOLE PLOTLINE FOR BETRAYAL NEXT SEASON THAT CULTIVATES IN CHAT NOIR TRYING TO GIVE HIS RING BACK

WHICH IF WE WANTED TO DO A REVEAL WOULD BE A BEAUTIFUL FUCKING MOMENT where she grabs his outstretched hand with the ring in it and swings out to meet him while begging him not to go, opening her eyes to see ADRIEN FUCKING AGRESTE and ruining her life

or if we DIDN'T WANT TO DO A REVEAL we could still have her beg him to stay, him walk away, and the subsequent episodes showing how much she needs him until he admits it too and both takes back his ring and comes to terms with who he is in a way that marinette has not, telling Kagami that while he loves her he's not who she thinks he is and that she deserves better. She says there's never going to be anything better and shows her determination and drive to be with him by telling him that sometimes you need to be persistent and strike now--

which gives chat noir the revelation that there's never going to be a right time and that thought they've both been hurt, he can't give up on ladybug because she never gave up on him... but as a double edged sword because he means both romantically and as a teammate.

BAM

FIVE SEASONS

THEY COULD EASILY GET TWO MORE OUT OF IT TOO.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #writing

[deniigi]

SO i've been reading your mando/luke series (which is brilliant by the way) and am so excited for when leia inevitably finds out about the marriage. i mean, can you just picture, tiny leia organa getting in din's fave like if you hurt my little brother i will kill you, and han just making apologetic faces in the background.

anyway! sorry to subject you to my ramblings, but i just wanted to say that it's really fantastic and you're an amazing writer.

Hi Anon!!

I think this was sent a while ago, before Leia became aware of things in the FTL Verse. But since then I wrote a cute little bit about her and Din bonding that I think you may enjoy.

Title: Flight School

Summary: Leia’s a shit pilot. Din’s her newest choice of flying teacher. Luke tags along against his better judgement and mounting anxiety.

--

About eight or so years ago, Han had tried to teach Leia how to fly, and coincidentally, about eight or so years ago, Han had banned Leia from the cockpit of every craft he had access to.

Luke hadn’t believed him when he said that he was done with trying to teach her for good and forever. He had thought, like a fool, that he’d have better luck.

Maybe it had been too much faith in their twin bond. Maybe it had been hubris.

The result was the same.

If Leia thought that she was putting so much as a toe over the cockpit threshold while Luke was sat at the controls, she had another thing coming.

The closest he’d let her to the console was the back right seat. That was it. That was as far into a corner as he could feasibly get her while still allowing her to see what was happening.

And so was established the present the order of operations that occurred on every family trip off of Yavin:

Step 1. Gather in front of the chosen vehicle.

Step 2. Board.

Step 3. Strap in Ben.

Step 4. Locate, disarm, and manhandle Leia into the seat next to Ben.

Step 5. Proceed with all other preparatory measures as usual.

This order of operations worked fine--great, even--until the family expanded.

Din and Grogu had their own pre- and in-flight procedures. They were haphazard. They were chaotic. They bore next to no resemblance to the word ‘safety’ and instead an alarming resemblance to a duck and cover drill, but you know what? Luke was willing to look past that because Din was a good pilot.

For all crafts? No. No, Din could successfully pilot about seven different types of ship before he started literally winging it.

Thankfully, his version of winging it was at least informed.

Sort of.

Kind of.

Alright, maybe Luke had more faith in Din’s natural ability to improvise than he did in his piloting, but that was not the issue at hand.

The issue at hand was Leia. Leia who had one single time seen Din take the controls from Luke so that Luke could go talk to her in the main cabin. That tiny misstep was enough to remind her that she wasn’t allowed to take the controls when she flew with Luke.

The jealousy had crashed over Luke like a seawall in a tsunami, which was how they’d gotten here. Right here. With Din waving Luke and Han off dismissively, saying that he’d teach the lady, no problem.

Luke snatched Grogu from his arms right after he finished that sentence. There was no way in hell he was letting the child on board alongside the toxic combination before him.

Din asked Leia what she knew about flying.

She said that she knew which way was down and that crashing was not optimal.

Din cleared her for takeoff.

“Relax,” he said while Han and Luke and Chewie crunched together and tried to practice deep breathing as one single body. “I got stuck on Paz’s first flight post-helmet and let me tell you: nothing will ever top that.”

Han told him not to underestimate Leia’s abilities. Whoever ‘Paz’ was, his record was sure to be beaten.

“I dunno about that,” Din said, giving Leia boost up into the ship’s entrance. “It took Paz twelve times to figure out how to land. The only thing that saved him was our oldest guy finding the mechanic’s pre-written homicide confession before the thirteenth try.”

With every little nugget of Din’s covert childhood came a new bout of indigestion. Luke was starting to regret having ever asked him to open up about it.

“Maybe shoot for a slightly higher goal, then,” Han suggested as Din hauled himself up into the Rust Bucket after Leia.

“I’ll take it under advisement,” Din said before closing the hatch.

 --

 Luke was rattling, rattling, rattling out here on the ground. If he looked up and squinted, he could just see Leia through the cockpit’s hazy windshield. She was pointing at things and talking. Presumably, Din was answering her.

God, what a way for those two to meet in person.

“Should we clear back?” Han asked Luke and Chewie.

Luke looked up at him and then back to the ship. He looked up again and then back again.

“Luke,” Han drawled. “Luke, buddy, let’s not. Just this once.”

Luke shoved Grogu into his arms.

 --

 Din told him to stop breaking into the ship for the eighth time, but Luke ignored him to scramble into Grogu’s usual seat.

He strapped every strap he could strap and gripped the sides of the seat as tight as his hands would allow.

His knees wanted nothing more than to bounce into oblivion.

He was aware that Din was looking back at him while Leia asked where the brake was. He did not look back. He trained his gaze out the windshield at Han. Han met his eye and then shook his head sadly. Chewie pulled him back. Han set Grogu down and followed him. Grogu turned around and gave a little wave.

Luke felt a tear threatening to fall.

He pried a hand from the side of the seat and waved back.

“Alright, I’m ready,” Leia said.

--

#fic #finding the lost verse #the mandalorian #this is technically dinluke too so #dinluke #one day I'm going to get a version of his childhood trauma and covert people out into the world #one day I swear on my grave I will do it