#MELODYS FACE IN THE FIRST PANEL

[st4rfckerz]

church mouse | priest!anakin skywalker x reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: MDNI 18+, blasphemy, age gap (reader is in her 20s), mild manipulation, infedelity, pet names, dubcon, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, rushed ending dead dove do not eat

summary: After confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately.

The sun shone brightly outside the church windows, casting warm rays across the peaceful town square. Birds sang melodiously in trees lining the peaceful avenue leading to the church building. Inside, candles flickered gently, casting warm light on the ornate wooden pews filled with devoted parishioners.

Many attendees wore their finest clothes as they listened intently to Father Anakin's sermons, occasionally whispering prayers under their breath or reaching for their rosaries. The scent of incense mixed pleasantly with perfume and cologne wafting through the air.

"Today's lesson is about finding solace in our faith during difficult times, we have all faced trials and tribulations throughout life, but remember that God is always with us, guiding us through these dark moments," he paused dramatically, letting the words sink in before adding. "Just like how I am here for you all, If anyone needs guidance or support outside of church hours, please don't hesitate to visit me personally."

The crowd applauded politely, some even raising their hands in praise.

Anakin stood tall and proud in front of his congregation, his hands resting gracefully atop each other in prayer position. "But first, let us pray," he began solemnly. Everyone followed suit, kneeling on their knees, and bowing their heads in unison. He led them in a heartfelt prayer asking for strength and guidance throughout the week ahead. Your eyes were closed tightly as you prayed fervently, the beads of you rosary clicking softly in rhythm with each breath you took.

The prayer ends and you raise your head. Anakin's warm eyes met yours briefly before returning his gaze to the congregation. "Remember, my dear friends, if you ever need someone to turn to in times of trouble or doubt, I am here for you. Now, let us proceed with the sermon." He said softly yet firmly.

Anakin's sermon lasted well beyond the usual hour mark, his words resonating deeply within you. He talked about sin and repentance, forgiveness and redemption. Each sentence seemed tailored specifically for you, hitting hard at places you didn't even know existed. His voice was mesmerizing, lulling you into a trance-like state where all you could think about was him.

After thanking everyone for attending church today, Anakin announced that confessionals would remain open for anyone who needed to speak with him privately. He urged those waiting outside the confessional booths to enter one by one. People started lining up outside the confessional booths, waiting patiently for their turn to unburden themselves.

You hesitated briefly, unsure whether you should go or not.

Finally, mustering up courage, you walked slowly towards the nearest booth, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

You couldn't help but notice how many women seemed particularly entranced by Father Anakin; they hung onto his every word during sermons and lingered longer than necessary after Mass ended. Some even approached him directly after services, seeking personal guidance or counsel.

When it was finally your turn, you nervously stepped inside the dimly lit booth. The thick wooden panel separated you from him, giving you some semblance of privacy. You hoped no one could hear what you were about to say.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." You begin timidly.

You could hear his soothing voice responding softly, "What is it my child? Remember, here you can speak freely without fear of judgment." His deep baritone reverberated through the wooden walls, making your knees tremble slightly.

Unsure of how to begin, you struggled to find the right words. Your voice trembled slightly as you managed to spit out the confession that had been weighing heavily on your mind for days now.

"I had an encounter with a boy and it was wrong," You explain. "He touched me Father." The admission felt like a heavy stone being lifted off your chest, but also brought forth a wave of guilt and shame.

Your heart raced faster than ever before, and you could feel sweat forming on your palms as they clutched tightly onto the confession railing.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, a slight frown creeping onto his otherwise serene face.

His warmth radiated off him like a furnace, making you feel as if you were melting in his presence. "And did you enjoy it?" he asked bluntly, his tone laced with curiosity rather than judgment.

Slightly taken aback you respond meekly, "No sir."

After a brief pause, he continued, his tone becoming more commanding. "Meet me in my office once everyone has left." With that cryptic statement, you hear his door open, signaling the end of confession time. After gathering yourself, you cautiously left the booth and returned to the previously vacant pew.

As everyone else left the almost empty church, you sat in silence and waited. The sun casted a warm, golden light through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the pews surrounding you. It was only you and a woman only a few years your senior. The woman's eyes lingered on Anakin hungrily as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence

The woman, dressed in a somewhat modest dress and heels, stood in front of Anakin. They engaged in conversation for several minutes, their voices low enough that you couldn't make out what they were discussing. Anakin gave you a small nod towards the hallway leading to his office, indicating you should wait outside while he finished up with the other woman. Reluctantly, you stepped into the empty hallway, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. Every step felt like walking on eggshells, and every sound echoed loudly in your ears. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reach his office.

With haste, you slip inside and shut the door. You sat nervously in the chair, trying to compose yourself as you waited for Anakin to finish his conversation with the woman. The office itself was tastefully decorated, featuring a large wooden desk with numerous religious trinkets and pictures of Jesus Christ adorning the walls. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes on religion, philosophy, and psychology. A large cross hung prominently above his desk, casting eerie shadows across the room.

The door creaked open, and Anakin stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. His long legs striding confidently towards you as you remain sitting in your chair. Reaching out, he gently caressed your cheek with his warm palm, his fingers brushing against your jawline. His touch sent electric shockwaves through your body, making it hard for you to focus on anything but him.

"Did you enjoy today's sermon little lamb?" He asks softly.

"Yes Father," You managed to croak out, your voice cracking slightly. "It was very moving."

Anakin walks over to his desk and sits down across from you, his presence nearly overpowering as he leaned forward in his chair. His large frame loomed over you, making you feel small and insignificant yet simultaneously drawn to him.

"I noticed how attentive you've been during my sermons," he admitted with a slight smirk. "It's quite flattering, actually." You couldn't help but blush at his candid admission, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement wash over you.

"Now, tell me more about this encounter you mentioned during confession," he said calmly, leaning forward slightly. His presence was suffocating yet strangely comforting, making it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. "What exactly happened between you and this boy?"

"W-well the other day me and this boy were studying together, and then he kissed me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Is that all he did?" Anakin pressed, his eyes boring into yours. His question caught you off guard, and you hesitated before answering truthfully.

"No sir, when we kissed he put his fingers...inside me." Your face flushed even brighter at your confession, and you felt heat rising in your chest. Anakin's expression remained unchanged, but you could feel the heat emanating from him intensifying.

"Was it consensual?" he asked bluntly, his eyes boring into yours.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. On one hand, you knew what you had done was wrong, but another part of you couldn't deny the thrill and excitement it brought you

"Yes Father," you whispered softly, barely audible above the ticking clock on his desk. You hung your head low in shame, tears threatening to spill over at the thought of betraying your faith. "But I didn't...you know." Anakin's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes searching yours intently. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying. Anakin paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

"You didn't have an orgasm." He stated bluntly, his tone devoid of judgment. You shake your head quickly, too embarrassed to speak again.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk, his forearms resting on his knees. His icy blue eyes bore into yours, searching for some hidden truth that you refused to admit. "It's natural for a young woman like yourself to be curious about her body and sexuality," he said matter-of-factly. "But remember, these desires must be channeled appropriately. God created us with these urges, but we must learn to control them."

Anakin rose from his chair, towering over you as he extended a hand towards his own seat. "Please, sit," he commanded softly, his voice carrying an underlying command that left no room for refusal. You hesitantly stood up and walked tentatively towards him, your heart racing wildly in anticipation of what was to come.

Anakin stood behind you as you sat in his big, leather chair. He opened a large, leather-bound Bible on the desk, flipping through the pages until he found a particular passage. "Read this passage aloud for me," he commanded softly, his hands resting lightly on the arms of the chair. "I believe it might resonate with you." You cleared your throat and began to read the passage about self control, giving it your best effort despite the heavy breathing behind you.

"2 Peter 1:4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires." You read quietly. Anakin listened intently as you read the passage, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your nape and down your spine. With each touch, your brain became foggier, making it difficult for you to concentrate on the words written centuries ago.

"That's beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Anakin leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you understand what these words mean?" he whispers.

"Yes Father." You reply quietly. Anakin's fingers traced lower, brushing against your cleavage through your top. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that these words are being spoken directly to you by God Himself."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Imagine that He's telling you, 'My child, I love you unconditionally. You are mine, and no one else can ever take that away from you.' Do you feel it spreading throughout your body?" A surge of warmth washed over you like a tidal wave. It started at your feet and spread upwards, engulfing every inch of your body. You shivered in delight as goosebumps formed on your skin.

Anakin flipped the Bible page to another passage, his fingers brushing against yours lightly as he did so. "Now, read this one aloud for me, 1 Thessalonians 4:3-5" he commanded softly, his warm breath tickling your earlobe.

You obediently did as he commanded, trying hard not to focus on the growing arousal between your legs. You clear your throat and speak again.

"For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God."

As you read the passage, Anakin's lips traced slow, gentle kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Each touch ignited a fire within you, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the words written on the page. Anakin's lips reached your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're still pure, aren't you?" he asked softly, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "No one has ever claimed you like this before?" His hand reaches down and slides underneath your skirt, brushing his knuckles against your wet, cotton panties.

"Yes." you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with desire. Your body arched into his touch, begging for more. You bit your bottom lip hard, trying to suppress the moan escaping your throat as he continued to tease and torment you. You felt your resolve crumble beneath his relentless assault on your senses. His words had substance, they seemed so full of meaning. You were mesmerized.

Anakin groaned lowly, his voice low and husky. "I knew there was something special about you, my church mouse," he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. Anakin's hand moved to the edge of your panties, his warm fingers pulling them to the side. His thumb teased your throbbing clit, circling around it slowly. "You weren't this wet when that boy touched you, were you?" he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"N-no Father, I wasn't." you moan softly, unable to contain the growing need building inside of you. Anakin's fingers plunge into your aching cunt, moving in and out of your tight entrance slowly at first, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub. His breathing grew heavier, matching the rapid pace of your own as he continued to explore your most sacred parts.

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice laced with lust. "Feel how much you need me?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as his touch escalated. Each curl of his fingers inside your drooling cunt heightened your arousal, making it nearly impossible for you to concentrate on anything else. His touch was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before—it was both rough and tender, possessive yet caring. The combination of his power and gentleness left you feeling both terrified and exhilarated at the same time.

Soon your body tensed up, and you could feel your orgasm building rapidly. Anakin pulled his fingers out of your core just as you reached the brink of ecstasy, leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm.

"No, why'd you stop?" you whine softly as you turn around to face him. You pouted, your lower lip quivering in frustration as he denied you the release you so desperately craved.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Not yet, little lamb." he teased, his voice laced with power and control. Anakin stood up straight again, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled your chair back slightly, creating enough room for him to stand in front of you. His large frame loomed over you as he placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or deceit. "Do you pray every night?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded earnestly, unable to hide the truth from him. "Yes, Father. I pray every night before bed." Anakin knelt down in front of you, his broad shoulders framing your body. His hands moved to rest on your knees, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over your skin.

"What do you pray for? What do you ask of God?" Anakin asks softly, his eyes searching yours intently.

You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his piercing gaze. "I ask for strength and guidance, mostly." you mumbled, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, studying your reaction. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice low and husky. "Good," His hand moved up your leg, lifting your skirt enough to expose your panty-clad pussy. "I can't help but notice how devoted you are during my sermons," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "It would be a sin for me not to reward my favorite student.

With one swift motion, he yanked your panties down to your ankles, exposing your slick coated cunt to his hungry eyes. Anakin placed your leg on his shoulder, giving him better access to your now-exposed folds. His warm, wet tongue traced slow circles around your entrance before dipping inside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive spots with expert precision.

"Read again," he commanded, his voice mumbling against your warm flesh. "Proverbs 18:21."

You fumbled with the Bible, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to focus on the words written on its pages.

"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit."

Anakin hums in approval against your mound, causing a rush of vibrations to flow through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling him closer, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

You whimpered, your body tensing up in anticipation of imminent orgasm. "Father, I-I feel it coming again." you managed to choke out between moans.

Anakin's hand moved to your entrance, two fingers slipping inside of you, stretching you wider. "That's it," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let go and let yourself succumb to His will."

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, your entire body convulsed, and a string of lewd moans escaped your lips. Your orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced before—more intense, more powerful, and more fulfilling than any previous encounter. It felt as though the heavens themselves were opening up to claim your soul.

Anakin's tongue continued to lap up your juices, his eyes locked on yours as he savored the taste of your arousal. With a smirk, he stood up straight again, towering over you in all his glory. Anakin's eyes were ablaze with desire as he stood over you, his hardened cock straining against his pants.

"We're not quite done yet," he said, his voice low and raspy. "Stand up."

He reached down, undoing his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his thick member from its confines. It stood tall and proud, glistening with pre-cum, its head flushed a deep crimson.

"Bend over," he ordered. Slowly, you stood up and turned around, your back facing him. Anakin's hands gripped your hips, positioning you over the desk. You felt his cock poking against your ass, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

Anakin's large, calloused hands gripped your firm ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly. His fingers traced slow circles around your puckered entrance before moving lower, teasing your wet folds. He held his member in his other hand, rubbing the head against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. "Do you still want this sweet girl?"

You gave a soft, breathy moan of approval, your hips wiggling slightly in anticipation. Anakin's hand connected with your ass cheek, a sharp slap that made you yelp in surprise.

"Speak up."

You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure. "Yes, Father." you finally managed to utter, your voice trembling with need.

"There you go." he coos his voice filled with faux sincerity. "Now, relax and let me take care of you." Anakin's cockhead pushed past your tight entrance, stretching you slowly but surely. A sharp cry escaped your lips as he began to thrust into you with deliberate slowness, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, nails digging into the wood as he claimed possession of you, filling you completely. After several deep thrusts, the initial pain subsided, replaced by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Anakin's hands keep hold of your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into you, filling every crevice of your tight passage. Your moans turned into whimpers, becoming more desperate as he picked up speed, his tip kissed your sweet spot with precision.

"Thaaat's it, give yourself to Him, let him cleanse you." he managed to grunt out between gasps for breath.

Your hand slipped off the desk, accidentally knocking over a family photo frame that fell to the floor with a loud crash. Anakin didn't seem to notice or care, his focus entirely on claiming you, taking what he believed was rightfully his.

The tight coil in your stomach began to build up once more, and you knew it wouldn't be long now. You arched your back, your hips moving in sync with his, begging for release. His pace quickened, his breath hot against your neck as he growled out, "Cum for me angel, I know you're close." His words were like a trigger, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Anakin groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt your worn cunt clamp around him. With a final powerful thrust, he erupted inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. His cock twitched and pulsed, draining every drop of his essence into you.

You collapsed against the desk, panting heavily, your entire body covered in sweat. Anakin leaned forward, his lips brushing against your shoulder. His cock slowly pulled out of your sore cunt, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He stepped back, admiring his work, his cock still semi-erect, dripping with your fluids. He extended a hand to help you steady yourself. Anakin turned to you, his eyes softening slightly. "Are you ok sweetheart?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. " 'm fine," you managed to mutter, your voice hoarse.

"You did so good for me," Anakin panted, his eyes glazed over with fufillment. He helped you pull your panties back up your legs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive folds, causing a shiver to run through you.

Anakin sat back down in his chair, and motioned for you to sit on his lap. "Come here." he smiles. You tentatively approached him with wobbly legs, unsure of what he had in mind. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, so you were sitting sideways on his lap, your legs draped over his thighs. Anakin placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his breath tickling your scalp. You remained like this for a moment, both caught in your own thoughts.

Breaking the silence, Anakin spoke softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your arm. "I want you to know something angel," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I would never hurt you, physically or otherwise. Our interactions are between us and God's eyes alone." You nodded, still processing everything that had transpired.

"If anyone ever finds out about today, we won't be able to see each other like this again." Anakin's hand tightened slightly, his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you understand me?" he asked, his voice taking on a threatening edge.

You nodded solemnly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand Father."

Anakin placed another soft kiss on your head before resting his cheek against your temple, his hand still firmly holding you in place.

"Good girl." he whispered.

Your eyes wander off and you suddenly see a cross hanging on the wall, the sight of it immediately brought an uneasy feeling to you. It felt like it was casting a small ominous and disapproving aura.

Uncertainty and confusion warred inside you, but there was also a strange sense of belonging and connection.

As you stare longer you feel as if it's judging you and looking at you as if it is not happy with what you have been doing.

You remain in his arms, you felt an odd mix of emotions, the sense of euphoria and bliss you felt with Anakin being so tender with you was overshadowed by the feeling of something not being right. You feel a tinge of regret for what you took part in but a part of you wants to do it again.

Maybe next Sunday.

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[irisintheafterglow]

Parley? (opla!zoro x you)

summary: a stranger arrives to disturb your peace and you have no choice but to negotiate with him.

wc: 2.57k

cw/tags: first meeting, swearing, mentions of canon-typical violence including blood and swords, zoro doesn't know how to express his feelings

note: i'm so nervous posting this ngl because i really like zoro as a character but i'm scared that i'm not gonna do him justice since i don't know him as well as gojo or geto or bakugo etc etc etc. hopefully all yall zoro girlies like this because i've been itching to write for him since my explore page became nothing but mackenyu. enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

You hear the chimes first. The melody is soft, nearly imperceptible to the untrained ear, but you sense it. After all, you were the one who tied the string under the walkway floorboards in such a way that the bells above your window would clink if something pressed down on the wood. Over time, you learned to identify where outside was being pushed based on more strings and bells. It made it easier to find the Lady, on the rare occasion she stepped into open air and you weren’t with her. However, whoever was now setting off your makeshift alarm system had footsteps unlike the usual occupants of the house. The quietness of the notes was unsettling, in a way, because it meant they were creeping around the house. Someone didn’t want to be heard. 

It was the flowers next, the roses with uniquely reflective petals that were especially good at bouncing moonlight precisely through your window. The Lady commented one day in the market that she’d taken a liking to that particular flower, and you bought the vendor’s entire stock to plant around the house once you realized how it could be used. Not before you built a crow’s nest-like window, first. The glass structure jut out of the house in just the right way that you received colors from the left, right, and front of the house. Had an intruder approached from the back, your only blindspot, you would hear the more insistent clicks of the typewriter keys attached to the outside deck panels. The nearly noiseless bells and the ominous shadow sneaking across your wall were enough to snap you wide awake. 

The soles of your feet meet cool stone as you slide from under the covers, wrapping the sheath of your saber around your waist and slipping out of your bedroom. Despite the darkness of the hallway, your legs move by memory to the Lady’s chambers only to find the door already ajar. 

Shit. Were you too late?

Slinking into the room in one graceful stride, words leave your mouth without thinking when you see him standing over your Lady, holding two deadly-looking swords. 

“Taking a life halfway gone is immoral no matter the bounty, pirate hunter.” His head snaps in your direction and you have your blade on him before he can blink, resting the point lightly but threateningly against his throat. His eyes narrow on you challengingly and you put ever so slightly more pressure into your hilt, forcing him to surrender and sheath both swords. The third, you note, remains undrawn on his hip. “No better targets to pursue than a retiree? I expected better from the demon of the East Blue.” His gaze remains unchanging while you step forward, inching him backward until his head hits the wall with a soft thud. You were thankful, for once, that the Lady was starting to lose her hearing and was always a deep sleeper. 

“She’s wanted,” he says in a low tone. 

“She’s withered,” you retort. “Killing her advances justice no more than leaving her alive.” His face is still unreadable, void of any emotions just as the rumors conveyed. Many tales circulated of the infamous pirate hunter, but you chose to believe the Lady to be far too irrelevant to pose any real threat to the Marines. As one of the last known powerhouses of the Gold Roger era, it was more likely her wanted poster would be drowned out amongst younger hotshot pirates than for her to become an actual target. And yet, here was the most feared bounty hunter in the seas, hunting down a myth that many assumed was already six feet under. And for what, fun? 

“It doesn’t matter. Honor is a courtesy denied to killers.” He speaks in a way like you wouldn’t understand his ideas, and it sends a white-hot flash of anger racing through your veins. 

“Ooh, yes. You’re being so honorable by julienning a defenseless old woman while she sleeps.” To your surprise, he flinches, unwillingly bringing your eyes to corded muscle and flexed biceps. It’s a bit of a struggle to refocus on the task at hand. “Enlighten me on how this makes you feel vindicated.” 

“I kill pirates for a living,” he states simply, nodding over to the slumbering mass under the thick comforter. The tip of your sword follows every movement he makes, careful not to give him an opening to strike. Unexpectedly, he seems almost relaxed, like the weapon at his throat was the least of his worries. “That woman is a pirate.”

“That woman was a pirate. She is no longer the ‘Captain Indigo’ you seek.” 

“Who is she now, then?”

“Lady Lavender, adored by her constituents and far removed from a life of piracy. If I weren’t on the verge of spilling your organs on the carpet, I’d say visit the farmer’s market on Tuesdays. You’ll see just how different her life is now.” His chin tilts in disagreement.

“The Marines say otherwise.”

“What do you say?” A minute tilt of your wrist angles your saber so that the point now resides under his sharply defined jawline. “Hmm, hunter? Any opinions in that thick skull of yours or are you just another mindless government weapon?” 

“You understand nothing,” he mutters like an indignant teenager, looking off to the side woefully. It makes your blood boil.

“Try me,” you snarl at the green-haired stranger. In another life, you’d have thought him pretty handsome, if you weren’t so infuriated by his indifferent sense of justice. He knew nothing about you, or the Lady, or what either of you had to endure to create a sense of safety. Safety, you would add, that you weren’t going to give up easily. 

“This woman you serve, what are you to her? A caretaker? A child?” 

“A friend,” you answer cautiously. “Something your line of work would know nothing about.” 

“The Marines know that your friend murdered the former governor and seized the island in an act of desperation,” he informs you with a note of condescension. “They’ve wanted her gone for ten years, and I am here to collect her head. It’s not personal; it’s business.” The incorrectness of his information is laughable, but what concerns you more is the ease with which he talks of taking lives. 

“You don’t feel any sort of remorse for the targets you kill?” The anger in your stomach starts to rub against a different, unwanted influx of sorrow. After witnessing the change in a ruthless pirate empress, you refused to believe a human could be this heartless. 

“I don’t dwell on them long enough to care. Most of the time, they do something stupid that makes it a little easier to dispose of them.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong about her,” you recover, pressing the blade against his skin on the brink of drawing blood. He winces, squirming against the wallpaper for some sort of relief. You don’t budge. “The former mayor was a half-brother whom she reconnected with after Gold Roger’s execution. His death was caused by a misdosage of medicine used to treat hemorrhoids he’d suffered with since he was twenty. On his deathbed, he made her promise to take care of this city...” You inhale, focusing on the man in front of you. His expression is soft, nothing like you would have expected from a feared killer-for-hire. He was actually listening to you. 

“Go on.”

“And to take care of me. I have the great pirate hunter at the end of my blade, so she must not have done that bad of a job at either request.” He’s silent for a moment and you watch the cogs turn in his brain, hoping he’d find some humanity and realize that killing the Lady isn’t just pointless, it’s fundamentally wrong. 

“It doesn’t change the fact that I need money.” Nevermind, then. Backup plan it is. 

“I understand that,” you concede, and you remove your weapon from his neck. His hands are on the hilts of his swords instantly, but he doesn’t draw them. He could kill both you and the Lady in a single swing, but he doesn’t. Maybe you did reach a different side of him. “That's why I’m willing to cut you a deal.”

“I don’t make deals with pirat–” he starts, but abruptly cuts himself off when you raise your eyebrows in expectation. Did you not learn anything from what I just told you? His face contorts in confusion, as if his mind was at odds with what his body was telling him to do. After carefully schooling his expression into blankness, he stands to his full height, rolling a broad shoulder. “What’s the deal?”

“You’re aware of the Blue Ringed crew, yes?”

“Famous for their poisons, I’ve heard,” he confirms and you nod. “They cover every inch of their ship in toxins and wear special clothing to prevent contact with their skin. Makes it hard to sneak up on them.”

“Exactly. See, you’re not as uneducated as you look,” you tease and you feel your face heat when he sticks his tongue out at you. It’s so boyish and immature, in stark contrast to the handsome, god-bodied man that faces you. “I happen to have a counteragent, enough for you to get on their ship and collect three times the amount if you killed us tonight.” 

“And what would you get in return?”

“The sound of your boots walking off the property and never returning,” you whisper a little desperately, pleading with him to leave your perfect peace intact and forget this altercation ever happened. The quiet in the room as he ponders your offer is suffocating save for the gentle snores of Lady Lavender. Eventually, he takes your deal, inspecting the powder-filled vial when you bring it to him on the front porch. 

“How do I use it if it’s powder?”

“Mix it with lotion to help soak it faster into your skin. When your skin is dry, you’ll have roughly an hour to navigate the boat completely immune to the poison. It’s sweat resistant but will wash off with seawater, so take care not to get thrown overboard,” you instruct him, crossing your arms across your chest against the chilly ocean air blowing in from the south. It was breezier than normal and you regret not grabbing a sweater. Unless you wanted to freeze your ass off, you needed to finish this debacle quickly. “Kill the pirates, get your bounty, and leave us the hell alone. Deal?” 

“Fine by me.” He carefully places the vial in the pocket of his pants and begins his descent down the front walkway. Before you can turn back into the house, however, his voice reaches your ears so lightly you think you’d hallucinated it. “Stay warm.” 

He doesn’t end up keeping his side of the deal. A few days after your initial altercation, he approaches the house again in broad daylight holding a box about the size of your hand. You stare at him in disbelief, reading in the nook of your window and he has the audacity to smirk at you when he spots you looking. 

“I thought we had a deal, pirate hunter,” you remind him when you open the front door of the house. It was infuriating how good he looked for having just returned from a pursuit, dressed up in fine fabrics with his hair combed back nicely. The irony was palpable, the situation not unlike the stories the Lady told you about the numerous men who attempted to court her. They appeared at the same front door with flowers, rubies, and promises of devotion, but none of them actually wanted her heart. In contrast, you wanted to stab the heart of the idiot in front of you. 

“Stop calling me that,” he frowns and you can’t help the laugh that leaves your mouth. “My name is Roronoa Zoro–”

“Oh, sorry,” you interject and his eyebrows furrow at your lack of manners. “Am I just supposed to act like you’re my friend now? After you tried to kill my boss?” 

“I thought we were past that,” he states bluntly.

“That was four days ago.” 

“It’s enough time to move on.”

“You’re impossible.” You shake your head in disbelief, slightly puzzled at the giddy feeling in your chest when the faintest smile appears on his face. “What’s that?” You gesture to the rosewood box in his fingers. 

“Consider it an apology,” he says, holding out the box for you to take, “for bothering you the other night.” 

“How chivalrous.” You eye the box warily, still unsure about the enigmatic bounty hunter before you. “But we don’t need nor want your money.”

“It’s not money. Just open the damn box,” he grunts impatiently and you begrudgingly oblige, sliding back the top panel to reveal a bracelet. It wasn’t like any other bracelet you’d seen before, a gold chain garnished with a single deep green emerald barely the size of your pinky fingernail. It was delicate and elegant, subtle enough not to draw attention but luxurious enough to make you feel spoiled. “Do you like it?”

“I do, actually. The color is pretty,” you reply slowly, still slightly in shock. “Why green?”

“Take a wild guess.” He smirks again and your gaze flicks up to his hair. It was just as vibrant as the gemstone and he watched you carefully as the pieces clicked into place. With the bracelet, you’d be forced to think of him every time you looked at it or anything the color green. What kind of guy buys a momento for almost killing you, you had no idea.

“You didn’t need to bring me this. I thought the deal was–”

“I remember what the deal was, but I felt bad making you stand outside shivering while you explained how the counteragent functioned.” Your eyes widen slightly at his admission. He noticed you reacting to the wind, so how intensely was he watching you that night? If he sees your surprise, he doesn’t comment on it and continues to explain why he brought you the gift in the first place. “The powder worked, by the way. I snagged this from the captain’s chambers on my way out.” 

“You stole this because you saw me get cold?” He merely shrugs, clearly unbothered. 

“I mean, yeah. You looked miserable.”

“I was miserable.” He smiles slightly again, the corner of his mouth quirking in amusement. It makes your heart stutter against your wishes. “Does this mean we’re even now, pirate hunter?”

“Call me Zoro and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“You’ll consider it?” 

“Holding a sword to someone’s throat is a major transgression that can’t be forgiven so easily,” he taunts and you roll your eyes. “Let me start over, meet you properly without the involvement of weapons.”

“You really want to see me again?” He scoffs at your question as if the answer wasn't crystal clear.

“What, bringing you a bracelet wasn’t obvious enough? I’ll have to bring the entire ship next time. Might take a little longer to get back to you.”

“Get off my porch, Roronoa Zoro,” you laugh, reaching out to push his shoulder away and feeling every inch of his skin against your fingers in the brief moment your bodies touch. “Don’t come back unless you have something important to say.” 

“I think you’ll soon find out what I prioritize as important.”

#zoro x you #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #opla x reader #opla x you #opla x y/n #opla!zoro x you #opla!zoro x reader

[louveshin]

AHHH😭 in that case may i request for a yandere shin please 🙏🏻

your savior | shin hati x reader

summary. with shin’s new experience of love and devotion for you, her true nature of destruction and chaos erupts when you are ripped away from her.

content warnings. mdni! yandere!shin x reader, dark fic!, suggestive themes but no smut, nothing gory but there’s some blood, also shin kills a few(?) people *awkward thumbs up*

note. it’s a little short but i hope u like it! and thank u for requesting :)

Shin didn’t expect to love you as much as she did. The first time she saw you, you were newly recruited by her master, thinking that Shin could use an extra pair of hands on her ship during solo missions—a replacement for that battered astromech droid she found that keeps malfunctioning on board. In the beginning, talking to you—well, besides giving you orders—was a rare thing to happen while you were there. But even so, you talked to her anyway, even when it seemed like she couldn’t care less. But, she liked the sound of your voice. It soothed her ways she couldn’t even imagine. And despite everything, Shin is observant. She’s been watching you ever since she saw you. She knows your routine, your habits, everything… she fell in love with how you acted when you thought nobody was looking. You were just beautiful. And you could feel it sometimes; a pair of eyes lingering on you when you were rewiring the control panel, when you were cooking, even while you were… changing.

After spending more of her time alone with you, controlling herself around you had gotten incredibly hard. It had gotten especially difficult when you had to patch up a cut on her cheek—a mistake in battle that she did not take lightly. Shin remained tense as you carefully applied a bacta patch, your eyes fixed on the process as her jaw clenched. Something flutters in Shin’s stomach as the pad of your delicate fingers carefully touches her face—something warm, something… scary. Her intense eyes shift downward to the sight of your lips, your bottom lip seeping with blood after your own fight against the people that attacked you, and they couldn’t look any more appetizing to her. Shin’s thoughts are fogged up with this devoted insanity, as you worked quickly to patch her up. The irresistible desire to press her lips against yours muddles her brain. You were just so pretty, so caring, so… bright. Unlike the way she could ever be. She wanted you to be like this with her forever. She needed you to.

But when that dreadful time came when you had been taken captive by pirates—those goddamn pirates in the Outer Rim Territories—her calm and composed demeanor shattered as her emotions surged to the surface. It was rage, like she had never experienced before; her hands were clenched and trembling in anger, and her eyes blazed with fury. With unmatched skill and relentless determination, Shin slashed and cut through every single pirate in her path, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in her wake. She spared no one, her lightsaber cutting down anyone who dared to stand in her way.

And your heart leaped as soon as Shin came into sight. But, as Shin drew nearer, your happiness gave way to a growing unease, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood.

There, before you, Shin's silhouette was framed by the eerie, pulsating glow of her lightsaber, and the flickering lights only made her blink in and out of existence, almost as if she were a phantom haunting the corridor. Bodies lay scattered on the floor, lifeless and motionless; a grim testament to the power that she had just unleashed. The soft hum of the lightsaber filled the corridor, a haunting melody that echoed in the cold, lifeless space. And her face… Shin’s face was splattered with the blood of the pirates she had mercilessly dispatched. And instead of the warm, comforting expression you had hoped for, you were met with a twisted smirk on her face. It was a triumphant, cocky grin that seemed out of place in the midst of this chaos.

"Shin…" you breathed out, shifting under her gaze with your hands tied behind your back to some old, rusty pipe against the wall. "W-What did you do?"

"I killed them for you," she said, the hum of her lightsaber ringing in your ears, and she smiled.

“You… you killed…” You looked at the fallen bodies behind her, "A-All of them?"

"I did it for you. To save you."

You shivered, flinching at every sudden noise, at every thud of her footsteps, and at every sudden beep of the pirate’s base alarm. It was a terrifying reminder of the darkness that lurked within Shin, and you couldn't help but wonder what this power had cost.

With Shin’s brain muddled with the fantasies of having you with her again, her heart fluttered at the sight of you so disheveled, so rugged, and so… vulnerable. To have you beneath her, staring up at her like that. So gorgeous. In that moment, she thought of you as a weak, fragile, and precious thing that needed protection—that you needed her. She wanted to kiss you, even take you on the floor of this goddamn pirate lair if you’d let her. And even with the fear in your eyes, you still looked so, so beautiful. It didn’t matter to her anymore if you looked at her with love or hate; she just needed you to look at her. Because for you… she’d burn the galaxies.

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#★ — louveshin writes #shin hati #shin hati x reader #ahsoka series #star wars x reader #ahsoka #shin hati x fem!reader #star wars fanfiction #sw x reader #star wars #fanfic #yandere

[itoshi-s]

cw: hurt/no comfort, thought of this then cried lol song in question is linked — listen for best experience!

there’s this one french song that you and rin have grown to love.

the first time you hear it, you're moving into your new paris condo — sitting in the middle of still half-full boxes, some belongings already put in their new spot, some still waiting to be picked — you’re tired, both of you, but it’s so exciting to be sitting there, starting a new chapter; one that you’ll be going through together, hand in hand. there’s only the radio accompanying you, hosts speaking a still foreign language, and ambient music you’ve never really heard before back overseas. the song starts playing and it’s different than the earlier warm, soulful tunes — the violin sounds heavy, struck with all too much emotion, and it takes you aback. you glance to the radio, moving to turn it off as you mutter, oi, that’s way too depressing for now — but your hand is stopped halfway.

rin cradles it in his, a leverage to pull you up on your feet, and bites back an amused grin at your annoyance. he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you snugly against his chest, warm and leveled with his breaths, and you sigh in defeat, cheek pressing against the sturdy flesh.

“'s still beautiful, though, isn't it?” rin mumbles, pressing his lips to your crown, “besides- since when exactly are you the grumpy one here?”

you laugh at the comment, swaying slowly to the melody, letting rin guide you — like always.

“just about when you got into slow dancing,” you quip teasingly, glancing up to take a look at your fiancé’s face. there’s an entire universe staring right back, and he laughs, a honeyed, earnest rumble against your ear. and rin is right — the song is beautiful. moving, pulling at your heart with a weird sense of longing (for what exactly, you’re not sure) — and yet, it will never sound even half as heavenly as he does now.

you don’t hear the song again for a while afterwards. you wish you could, though — let the melancholic melody bring back all dear memories of that night, remind you of how truly carefree and high off love it made you feel as you stood in the middle of that room, corroding into one another, devoted. but you don’t put on the radio much anymore, nor hear it anywhere else either — and just like that, it turns into a fuzzy, endearing memory, a low hum in the back of your mind that you’re not sure you even get right anymore.

the next time you and rin listen to the radio together, it couldn’t be any more different. the silence rests heavy between you, yet still not enough to weigh down the trembling of rin’s fingers against the wheel. the stars are long gone as he looks straight ahead, teal gaze now crystalline with tears instead, and you wish you never glanced over to see it. reaching over, you tap on the media panel — rin cant help but notice how odd your hand looks, now lacking the diamond ring — and you settle for the tuner, something to break apart the silence quickly before any of you shatter first. you lean back and stare out the window, noticing the airport terminal as it creeps into view, and the realization that dawns in on you tastes bitter on your tongue. it’s as if you are still hopeful. as if the suitcases sitting in the trunk aren’t stuffed full of all your belongings — just yours, this time — and as if rin’s not here out of what seems like just courtesy. (perhaps, a desperate attempt to get just these few more minutes with you, before you disappear into the terminal, probably never to be seen again. as if this — you two, together — never happened at all.) it’s better you stop putting it that way, though. after all, everything else has already proven there is none of this pointless hope left. you’d like think that maybe, just maybe, there could be a reason for you to stay grasping at straws — but you’ve both spent too much time and tears looking for one, to no avail. oh, you’ve looked. god only knows you have. and there is none.

maybe the future you thought stood right in front of you, seemingly just a reach away, was never feasible in the first place - contrary to what you thought back then, that night. soon, the hopes of what you could’ve been will become a mere haze, an echo in the back of your mind, just like that damn song.

rin’s breathing shakes and you bite back a sob of your own.

on the radio, a familiar tune begins to play.

#✧.* zaria writes #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #bllk x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x you #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock angst #bllk angst #bllk imagines

[gr00vyminibus]

𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Izogie x Black fem reader —

— Even if you thought Izogie was unbearable, your body always disagreed. Or, a tangible love between the two of you blooms on your father's farm.

will include; reader being stub-BORN, izogie is a clown, your clown though, reader claims they dont like Izogie, bad. Heavy on, betrayal of emotions, smut, watching a person masturbate, fingering (mostly to themselves), clit play, first time, and fluff at the end.

“How are you and my daughter getting along?” Your father smiles at Izogie.

“Quite fine, does she speak of me?” She flashes a smile back shaking her wet hands off. Your father does little chuckle.

“She says you annoy her greatly”

“She has no humour! all I do is tease her” Izogie can feel a playful side-eye directed to her.

“Can you go see if she's done with that half acre of corn, I also need some water” Izogie nods and brings a metal bucket out with her on the path of a sparkly river. She cuts through the the plants and hears a soft melody in the distance. Instantly assuming that it comes from you. Her hands push past long leaves that soon reveal you, skin shining like glitter under the sun.

Izogie was so in awe of you that her feet were planted in her spot.

You ring out your frivolous curls and turn around ready to leave but instead you jump back when you spot Izogie staring at you.

“My god, stop doing that!”

“Doing what? it's not like you own this river. I have to get water for dinner anyway” you hold onto your chest as she crouches down, scooping some water in the big bucket.

At the feeling of your eyes glued on her, Izogie glances up, the smallest sight of her teeth bareing from the side. Her eyes scan you down shortly, judges of amusement paneling in her eyes.

You snap ushering her to speed up her task, “it doesn't take centuries to scoop water! hurry up!” she rolls her eyes.

“do you want me to fall into the river?”

“yes, as I matter of fact.” you swim to her and she quickly yanks the bucket from the water, trying to equal it's weight so the liquid doesn't spill. As she grins down at you frustrated face, there comes a loud calling of her name.

“well I am off, be sure to tend to that corn or your father will be angry” before you can retort she's on her way calling back to her uncle.

You don't miss the sight of her biceps flexing to hold the bucket and that makes you curse quietly, swimming to get your clothes.

Dwanu was a good friend of your father and planned to start coming over so the two could exchange agricultural secrets. You could imagine the two cackling over foolish things back at the house. Though, the neice Dwanu talked so fondly about was not who you thought she was.

Izogie was buffer than you thought, having toner muscles than the men in your village. There was something about her that felt laddish and when you both were left alone her mouth seemed to ruin everything you thought of her. Izogie brags and teases a lot, she was also competitive and felt the need to show her many skills at any chance given.

If she'd turn off her chatter maybe you would befriend her.

Whatever.

You tell yourself to stop thinking about it and dry off with a towel, soon making your way back home.

•••

“Amen.” the whole table echoes this praise as you uncross your hands and grab for a wooden bowl. You can't help the way Izogie's presence makes you feel, conflicting your senses in so many ways you wished it wouldn't. Even the subtle heat of her body which you can clearly feel is taking over you.

But she didn't have a clue, just sat in her seat and ate dinner, more indulged in the plate of food than the verbal back and forth between your father and her uncle.

The way her lips sucked the sauce off her thumb made you feel like the top of a beer mug, layered with lots of bubbly cream that slowly dissipated. Your eyes went through the arm hole of her shirt, gaping slightly at the sight of her obliques tensing up.

She laughed at your father's antics for sucking his teeth, just like you did.

“Swesi do not be angry that you cannot grow your tomatoes like mine, it requires great skill to get them ripe and juicy and-”

“Ntchu, Dwanu hush didn't you come over to ask me how to grow corn fresh?!” Swesi's accent flows strong like a tipped barrel full of water.

“You are not the king of farming-”

“The people say I am!” You can't help but let out a small laugh as well. Izogie glances at you, face propped on her knuckle. Mauve gums make the slightest appearance in your smile and in a way it makes it cuter.

She also sees that the loose strap of your gown has fallen and pulls it up. She knows what she's doing and if your father and her uncle weren't here you would attempt to wrestle her.

Your hand comes up straight after fixing it more as she smiles to herself and returns to her plate again.

“pass the milk, please” your father sighs and you blink.

“we have none father.” he gets ready to say something before he snaps.

“you are right, i meant to get some yesterday but I forgot”

“i have to go by the market as well, we should go together?” Dwanu furrows his brows before scooping a spoon of beans into his mouth. Your father asks if they should leave now and Dwanu confirms that they should.

“well you two we will be leaving, protect eachother and cause no trouble, I must say this knowing you too” your father raises his brow comedically.

“of course, I will protect her.” you were so tired of Izogie's shananigans that you just give her the most dirtiest look you could muster, her ignoring it just fueling the twist of your face.

“be kind to one another as well” Dwanu chimes in slipping his feet into some flats.

“Right, me and dwanu are off.” When they both leave Izogie follows on their way out and waves them good bye until there in a far distance. You put your plate up and make your way to your room but Izogie's voice stops you.

“Hey, I have to wash my clothes, don't step out of the house until I come in. I don't know what will get you beyond these fields.” you step up to her, chest to chest as you dig a finger in-between her chest.

“I am not a child, I am older than you.” you walk off and the way your hips sway have her swooning, she adores the way you speak to her even when it's coated in an attitude. Izogie calls after you and you roll your eyes at the smile being heard in her voice.

“I'm going out now!” she chuckles and grabs some gloves and a bucket from the the porch. When you arrived pulled back the curtain to your room, settling on your quilt and sighing. It was long day and you wanted to relax.

•••

Izogie clipped that last piece of clothing on the line before walking back to the house. She pushed the material that covered the entryway to the side and looked around. It sounded too quiet and the atmosphere was too dark. Not a hint of candle lights or the sound of moving against a quilt. Izogie wouldn't go to bed without checking on you.

The path to your room wasn't far anyway but when she reached it the faintest thing was heard, she tilted her head curiously to test if it was her imagination. Both hands resting on either side of the door way.

“mh.” Izogie parts her lips slightly looking in every direction she can't see before focusing in on your voice, for a second she feels ashamed for eavesdropping but can't bring herself to move. The way ecstasy dripped from your voice sounded so sweet.

Every whiny breath and moan flew through her ears like a song, why would Izogie want to leave this gentle entraption, that was you.

Something like this was only possible in her dreams.

The moment Izogie met you she couldn't think. Honest to the gods the way you looked at her made her feel small, at a feeling so foreign she wanted to reject it which led to her constantly taunting you.

Deep inside she wanted you to read her and make her confess, because bottling up these emotions she hid didn't necessarily feel good.

So as Izogie listens to you touching yourself, the images in her mind make her body feel loose, fluid-like. Her protective walls are melting down until the obscene thoughts of her mind are bared to succor.

Another moan comes but it's louder than the rest and Izogie's eyes get large. She finds herself settling on her knees, biting her lips as only muffled sounds meet her ears. Would she be wrong if her hand traced across the waistline of her shorts, placing her thumb inside to brush across her curls.

Izogie leaned forward as she mindlessly peeled the curtain back, your body was shown covered with a dainty beige material over your waist and chest, she felt breathless.

The hand in her shorts traveling further as her eyes did the same down your neck. Parts of your body are glowing from the moonlight, the argent shade overlaying your warm cocoa skin.

Izogie's eyes flickered up to your hand sliding from your mouth, a connecting string of spit that she desperately wanted to lick up, even biting her lip to suppress her groans about it. She wanted include herself in your pleasure so badly, wanted to handle you the way you liked and learn your body with her hands and her lips, and her toungue.

She shut her eyes at the thought stroking her clit as she momentarily put her head back. The long shirt that pooled around her working wrist was lifted up by her free hand, the task of her rubbing her clit becoming easier. Izogie let out an involuntary moan and quickly yanked her hand away, rushing to the guest room.

You sat up in panic, quickly wrapping the material over your whole body. Your curtain was still as you took your hand to it, dragging it to the side and sighing in relief as there was no one there, maybe it was your imagination and once Izogie finished washing clothes she immediately hit the bed. You hoped as much.

•••

In the guest room, Izogie needed to tend to her throbbing as soon as possible. The temperature in the room felt tropical and in a snap of a finger all her clothes were off. She wanted to reach that state you'd been so close to obtaining, remembering how you touched your clit and resuming the circles.

Her body shudders slightly, elbows not serving her anymore to which she lays flat against the cover relaxing her legs apart. Thick brows furrowing when a shock makes her moan.

You walk down the hallway and approach Izogie's room to see if she is asleep. Not much thought occurs when you peel back the curtain, the sight making your jaw drop. In the faint light her body glows and her pussy is drenched in an luminescent fluid you thought of licking up.

Izogie's switches her hand over her mouth for inserting a thumb. That makes her think of penetration, what if she were to..

Her fingers prod at her entrance and insert a finger, hissing lowly. It's tight but the pain feels somewhat satisfying, Izogie finds herself wanting more and inserts another one moaning loud again and you believe she doesn't care anymore.

Your thighs get stickier the more she lets out those sinful noises including the wet ones coming from her pussy. Nibbling on your bottom lip unmercifully.

“god—”

She glances at the curtain and jumps, cursing loudly. Instead of taking her fingers out she keeps them in, as she covers her most intimate body parts with a blanket.

Your expression feigns alarm, “oh!” your feet only go three meters before she's calling you.

“stop!” you oblige and watch her place a cover over her. She looks flustered, an expression you wanted to see more often instead of her arrogant facade.

“you spied on me?" She stares at you intensely, ironic how you two were both interrupted from your masturbations. “how long have you been watching?”

“not long!” Izogie looks skeptical and brought her legs closer to her chest.

“.. what were you doing before?”

“... relaxing.” she doesn't expect for you to tell the fake yet unfake truth and sputters for words, the action making you chuckle and shrug.

“it's normal, no?” she reluctantly shrugs also struggling to ask you a certain question now that you're here.

“Is it.. normal to..... offer help during this?”

“What, touching yourself?”

“yes.” Izogie sighs out and you decide to play with her a bit.

“I guess, what? Do you want my help? Seems like you have it figured out."

“this is not.. the time to tease-” a smirk forms on your lips, "it is the perfect time to tease you my sweet izo. I just wanted to check if you came back inside and here you are, pleasuring yourself..." A moment of silence passes when you trail off. Izogie is beyond embarrassed but your tone strangely didn't give off any ridicule.

It was low and soft as your eyes were observant through the shadows. Observing each shift and movement of her body. Izogie realized quickly that she didn't have to be the core of your taunt, she could be shameless and flip this situation in her favor. And that is what she was going to do.

"Yes, as you've seen.. I am pleasuring myself. Judging by the way you're still standing and staring at me you must want to see more?" Then you snap out of every little thing thats kept you afloat. The anchor of confrontment pulls you down and you hold the side of the entrance to keep from buckling at her bold statement.

"You're disgusting.. "

"Says the girl who's still in my room, knowing i was doing something privately to which you had no right to know?" Izogie frowns and gets comfortable against the wall, fully covered by now.

"... when did you get inside the house." You blankly asked and she sucked her teeth, "I got in a while ago."

"So you saw me?" You began walking and let the flap go as she visibly froze. "I saw you?"

"You watched me too.. and–" you get on your knees, glancing down at her legs that are still tightly squeezed close.

“let out an interesting sound when you realized what I was doing, Izogie.” Your tone is sultry and she bites her lip from it, heart pounding as she slowly spread her thighs to make space for you.

"You are un-believable, you don't even mind me being here do you?" You scoot closer as inhales through her flared nostrils and presses against the wall.

"I mind a lot."

You chuckle “sure.. just tell me you want me here.” Izogie never broke from yours until she flickered her eyes to your lips.

"And make your ego swell? Please." She rolls her eyes and you finally scowl, body raising to go.

"I didn't say leave." She held your wrist and from then on you showed her a lot of things that night.

•••

Her lips fell open to let out deep breaths. You wanted to pounce on her whole visual and make her reach the finish line but you can only praise her.

“good, good. You can go faster if you want” in regards to the fingers inside of her.

“I'd finish to soon— mm”

“y-yeah- go at your own pace.”

Her pussy swallows her long fingers bit by bit, squelching when she reaches a tight abyss. Izogie wets her lips just to bite them over. You would have never thought to see her like this, ever.

“can you touch me too?” she mumbles.

“only if it's okay?” she nods her head, shakily breathing as she begins to stop. You feel the insides of her thighs and scoot closer to her.

“can I get on your lap?” Izogie hums permission and you settle there, reaching a hand to cup her mound. She closes her eyes leaning her head on your chest. Two fingers give attention to her swollen clit that jumps at the contact.

“do you feel what I'm doing to you?” you ask breathing throuh your nose to calm yourself down, she drags her head up and looks at with the most irresistible eyes. Her plump lips blowing around an —I do— and it's hushed. Only for you to hear. You can't control yourself anymore and grip her tricep circling it faster as her thighs shake.

“Your near, aren't you?”

“Mhm” you nod and feel proud of yourself for unraveling her. Hands float over your sides and grip your ass, the aggression making you emit a quick yelp.

“can I— touch you?” you give the green light and she lifts the wrap up, fingers searching for your clit and then rolling it the same you pace were going in on her. You moan loudly and rise off your knees a bit.

“mm. mm.” she hooks an arm around your waist, strictly holding you close as she abused your clit with focus.

“yes!” her mouth is pressed against your breast and unconsciously sucking your nipple through the material. You stroke her head and quickly slide some of her juices on her cunt to make the slides easier.

“I'm close- cumming-” When you still, her pace doesn't stop. You're cumming all over her hand and you know it, you must grab her wrist and tell her that it's too much before she apologizes, that being cut off by her own gasp. Now she's finishing herself, arching her back off the wall before tensing up her core. She holds your elbow gently and you stop, rubbing your fingers on your wrap.

“How was that?”

“I just gave my virginity to you.”

“oh, me too.” as your highs come down you can't believe it but it's true, both of you just had sex and there's stars in Izogie's dim lit eyes that sparkle the more she looks at you. She's just staring until you get closer and peck her lips. Her eyes shut closed and then she grabs your face for something much longer than a simple peck.

She's still in the middle of rebooting so her motions are slightly sloppily and then you feel a thick tongue licking and lapping at your lips, before she uses her own to slowly enclose around yours again. Izogie hopes she's kissing you right, you transfer the most lightest whimpers through her throat and it's lulling her unbeknownst to you.

When you're out of breath you pull away and she settles for kissing your cheek and temple, moving down the slope of your neck.

“thank you” she mutters.

“of course, I'll be here whenever you need me”

“whenever I need you?” she hums in your shoulder and you can tell, slumber is bound to take her conscious any moment from now.

“Ɛɛn, ayi ce.” yes, my heart.

#wlw #black women love black women #lashana lynch #the woman king #izogie #izogie fanfiction #izogie x fem farmer reader #farmer love in the feilds #izogie x black!reader #izogie x black fem!reader #izogie x reader #izogie x fem!reader #izogie x fem reader

[majorproblems77]

Bonus links is back which means so am I! Welcome back to my Comic analysis corner :D

You liked my rambling last time so here I am to once again ramble about this comic I love.

Its a wonderul comic and always so well made. Please go look at it if you haven't, it's well worth it. :D

All comic panels and art belong to @bonus-links and the artist @ezdotjpg. Please go and look at their other stuff too!

Grab some popcorn and a drink, and let's get started, shall we!

First these two, I love this frame right off the bat.

Give me more of these two please I love them okay

Loft looks so worried can you hear the fear i can hear the fear. Poor man give him a break.

Oblatory obsession with SKSW link in various links meet aus.

I love him a healthy amount. I love his design and think about him often.

Oh this frame

This frame is very pretty

I love the golden light in the middle, and how she basically makes up the lower part of the symbol. It reminds me of ribbon. Which is fitting considering we get red string all over this comic. (I still need to go into that at one point)

It makes me wonder if we see the other Zelda's more in this context if they too will get the golden ribbon rather than the red string. As I'm seeing it as a way to show how they are connected like how the links are connected.

Panic mode engaged

I'm living for evil laser eye slate. Straight up looks like hes about to pounce on this man and kill him

Slates thinking face

Fangs?

I love it

I love these two. Interesting how dismissive Wolf is being at this stage. (currently playing through TP so I dont know a lot about the triforce in it but I assume it's still there)

Lots to unpack in this one and i love it

Wake vibing in the rain i can kinda understand.

Wolf just looks kinda done with it tbh and I'm here for it its a vibe.

Slate covering the little fairy pal from the rain is low-key giving me life I love him

And Loft, looking up at the clouds with just pure annoyance in his eyes. Like my man, I know you don't like storms but please the clouds didn't do anything to you. (Yet...)

HES A GRANDMA'S BOY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

ALSO ALSO

I can hear the music in my head as these actions are being done. Like, they are ingrained into my soul after watching enough wind waker playthroughs.

It's awesome he gets to use it with the melody he's learned. More windwaker melodies please i love seeing them used more

Hold on tight indeed! Cause it's about to get HECKIN WIMDY

Such an excited bean i love him

Help him

Help him so much man has fear

This little picture has me cackling, im sorry loft but omg.

And Slate looks so damn excited for this and honestly he deserves it.

Just his little face

Goddammit linebeck, man is just so done with the shenanigans by now. Impressive he's managing to drink from a cup while they are spinning like that. Man has got some amazing arm control to keep it together.

Tetra and Aryll! Them!!!

Also, can you hear the splash as the ship hits the water? People must be used to hearing the sound of a huge gale, then a massive splash and are just like...

Oh, link must be back again.

Love it

Hope you had fun with me today as I went through this one. More rambling than questions this time around which is nice i love just being excited about characters I enjoy. :D

That's all from me tho, until next time!

#bonus links #bonus link analysis #comic analysis with major #ramble corner with major #bonus loft #bonus wake #bonus wolf #bonus slate #thanks for once again listening to me ramble for ages about the things i enjoy! #Loft my beloved #Wake my beloved #:D #this defo belongs in the ramble corner too #Major yells about the things she enjoys for like 30 minutes? #Tell me what you think too! I love hearing theories #I'm gonna do some investigating on that ribbon I think #Have a great day!

[captainmera]

Uhhhhhhhh

Do you happen to have a tut on how you draw your little poses? Like when you draw you? This is like a very weird question but I am in dire need of help with poses and I absolutely adore all the ways you draw them (and just in general)

Totally fine if not though,😭🫶

STEP.1: draw head.

STEP.2: choose an expression and then draw what you want the hands to be doing/gesturing. (think body language and emotion)

STEP.3: draw body as quick and flimsily as you can using lines in the shape of only C's S's and I's.

if you look at most of my quick sketches or doodles, a lot of the lines are just wonky CSI's, it's called the CSI-method. As a comic artist you just wanna communicate a pose as best as possible without lingering too much. At least if you do full colour + background + character designs + camera work + storytelling + and + and + lots of things... You don't have the time, you just wanna get to next page, tell the story.

And, like...... Allow yourself to draw crappy once in awhile and post it anyway. Idk if you've read my webcomic but there are very obvious pages where it's like WOAH MAMA THAT'S EFFORT and then there are pages where they all look like muppets. But it also makes the cool pages look even more BAMF thanks to it, it gives everything a nice melody and bounce from page to page.

I am inconsistent and I use that to my benefit by leaning into it and letting it punch emotion home more.

it's about communicating a feeling, I think, rather than always being accurate.

I am actually-- really, really, bad at dynamic poses and camera work. Like, legit super bad at it. I bullshit everything, lmao;;; I encourage anyone to also bullshit, and use references if you want! Like go! Whatever makes it fun and less stressful.

see? it's all nonsense but it looked nice anyway haha!

I didn't really consider perspective or anything, I'm trying to teach myself to draw from different angles and it's hard because I like my face-forward-camera lol. But I was focusing more on framing:

so that colours and shadows highlight the scene, so I can say more with one panel than I could with words. It's about the CINEMA~~!

Or, if you close your eyes and then open them. Where does your eyes go? That's the flow of your art. Sometimes it goes in different directions, but there will be key areas your eyes are drawn to. In this image, Hunter will most likely be first, Good! And then secondly Camila, also good! ... Sometimes it's the pizza as second, less good but it still works.

MY POINT IS

THE POINT IIISSSSSS---!!

As long as you have fun playing around with it, you'll learn from it. Don't hate the process, learn from it. If you just relax it'll definitely look better anyway.

My fanart looks better than my serious stuff sometimes lmao, because I put too much pressure on a perfect finish and that just works against the grain of what I'm actually, like, good at doing.

I AM JUST SAYING WHAT WORKS FOR ME.

You should absolutely study backgrounds and perspective and anatomy!

I'm just saying that, like...... It's okay if it isn't perfect. You wont die, people will like it, you'll like it. It's OKAY.

idk if this is what you asked for but I hope it helped.

#ask #asks #art reply #art #comic tut #tuts #tutorial

[lieslab]

Swan dive

Summary: After attempting to find Changbin to give him lunch, you find an empty dance practice room, and you lose yourself in the melody.

Pairing: Changbin X gn reader

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word count: 2.4K

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You were supposed to be meeting your boyfriend for lunch at the JYP office. The homemade meal you brought weighed heavily in your hands. You made your way through security and headed to the recording studio he was supposed to be in. 

Exhaustion clung to you and you couldn’t seem to shake it. Your sleep came in bits and pieces. A few hours here and a few hours there. When you woke up, it never made a difference. The beige bags beneath your eyes showed no signs of going away anytime soon. 

Your problems mixed together again. Dealing with them alone was starting to get old, but you didn’t want to be a bother. You didn’t break down in front of people. You kept yourself held together with a fake smile on your face. Always pouring yourself out to anyone who needs you, but never taking the time to replenish your own glass. 

Changbin had been working his ass off. When you compared your problems against his, yours seemed so small and insignificant. How could you bring them to him when he struggled so much with his career? Making music, being a role model, finding time for himself, there was no room for your burdens. You had learned to live with it. 

In the beginning, he tried his best to get you to open up. He wanted to listen to your problems. He wanted to be there for you in the same way you were there for him, but you refused to open up. Like a clam, you slammed yourself shut and closed yourself off to everyone. 

It took him a bit to realize that he couldn’t force you to open up to him. He’d wait a thousand years for you. He didn’t mind waiting as long as he got to spend the meantime with you. 

Today, he planned on attempting to try again. He asked if you wanted to have lunch with him. His usual lunch time had shifted from a half-hour to an hour. He was going to order something for the two of you from DoorDash, but you insisted you could make him something homemade. 

You continued walking to his studio when you glanced out of the corner of your eye. One of the dance studios had the door shut. You paused for a moment and slowly inched your way to the small panel of glass. The room was completely empty. 

It had been so long since you danced. You used to enjoy it all the time when you were younger. Dancing made you feel like you were flying. Unfortunately, life happened and dance slipped away. It drifted through your fingers and you let it. 

Visits to your dance studio became less and less until they stopped all together. Your heart constricted at the bittersweet memories. Your limbs were weightless in the air. All your worries drifted away. Too lost in the music and movement, you didn’t have time to think. 

Your eyes glanced down at the lunch in your hands. Your palms were warmed from the sides. You had plenty of time to sneak into the room and dance to a song or two. You took a step forward and then stopped. What were you doing? You were wasting your boyfriend’s lunchtime. 

With a frown, you stepped away. You took a few steps down the hall, but an invisible string tugged you back. You paused and glanced back at the door. Double checking your surroundings to make sure you were alone, you went back and slipped yourself into the room. 

Your reflection greeted you in the dance mirrors. It wasn’t the first time you had been in one of JYP’s dance practice rooms, but it was the first time you had been in one alone. Your eyes met your reflection in the mirror. 

How many times have people’s hopes and dreams fluttered to life here? How many times have they been crushed? You heard the trainee stories from Changbin. You couldn’t imagine having such a daunting pressure sitting on your shoulders for the sake of your dreams. 

How many times have these mirrors seen tears? Has the floor seen floorburn and small scrapes? Did it get to taste the salty sweat of people pouring their hearts out as they moved to the music? 

Your heart began to beat loudly in your ears. Anxiety slithered through your veins. You shouldn’t be here, but yet you were. What was the worst case scenario? Someone told you to leave? Someone walked in? 

You ignored your thoughts and sat Changbin’s lunch down on the couch in the back of the room. Heading back to the middle of the room, you pulled out your phone and opened YouTube. You pulled up the latest melancholic song you had on replay and let it fill the room. 

Down the hallway, Changbin was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost in the building. You had been here before, but you were still rather new to the building. You didn’t know where everything was like he did. 

It had been three minutes since you told him you were nearly there with his lunch, but there was still no sign of you. He pushed himself up and left the studio to go find you. The carpeted hallway leading down the hall was empty. 

He frowned upon not seeing you. Did you get caught up with security? They should be aware of who you were. He introduced you to the security guards himself. Flooded with concern, he began to head towards the front door. 

Movement out of the corner of his eye halted him. Halfway down the hall, he glanced over at one of the dance practice rooms. With everyone down in the cafeteria for lunch, the rooms were usually empty at this time. His feet froze when he saw you and his jaw dropped. 

The thick wooden door blocked out whatever you were listening to. Your phone was a few feet in front of you. You flew through the air without falter. Every move was like water. Light on your feet, you danced your heart out. 

Changbin knew you used to dance. He offered you a chance to use one of the dance practice studios at the end of the day, but you always declined due to being busy. The apartment you shared was too small to dance in, so he had never seen you dance. 

He always wondered what you were like when you danced, but you never let him see. You poured your emotions into every move. To you, dancing was like breathing. Your body was saying all the things you never could. 

You could dance to the upbeat songs, but you loved the dances that moved you. You loved spinning and twirling. Arms gesturing wide and drifting across the floor. The floor was yours and your thoughts went quiet. Nothing else mattered in this state. 

The eight counts you used to remember turned into muscle memory. Even if you thought you might forget a step, your body remembered. Your limbs moved without trying. You loved being this free. 

Changbin snuck closer to the door and gently cracked it open. Melancholic music greeted his ears. He pushed the door open wider, so he could pop his head in to properly watch you. 

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. Your body became the canvas; twirling and careening, spinning and gliding. The song was gradually building up. Your movements were becoming larger as emotions poured out of you. 

Changbin’s eyes sparkled while he watched you. He couldn’t wait until you were finished, so he could make his presence known. You were so caught up in the music, he didn’t want to interrupt you. Part of his career was dancing, so he understood how it could be sometimes. 

The music wasn’t as loud without speakers, but you had cranked your phone all the way up. Like a swan, you captivated him. He couldn’t believe you had been keeping this a secret from him. You weren’t just a dancer, the way you moved reminded him of professionals. A proud smile appeared on his face. 

It disappeared as the sole of your shoe caught the ground at the wrong angle. Your leg was jerked from beneath you and you went teetering forward. You hit the ground hard and your eyes squeezed shut in pain. The breath had been stolen from your lungs. 

Your heart pounded in your ears. Emotions were still caught between your bones. A strangled sob came from the back of your throat. With your cheek pressed against the cold floor, you let the dam crumble. 

Changbin rushed forward to help you. His shock replaced itself with fear. Did you break a bone? What happened? You didn’t push yourself up. Could you move? 

He dropped himself to his knees by your head. “Hey, hey, hey, are you okay? I’m right here, it’s alright.” He pushed the hair fallen over your face back. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt something?” 

His eyes studied your face waiting for your response. You couldn’t get the words out. Your body shook with heavy sobs. All you could offer was a weak shake of your head. 

Changbin raised an eyebrow in confusion until it hit him. Realizing that it was your emotions causing you to feel this way and not physical pain, his face softened. He moved forward and gently tugged you into his lap. 

“Don’t worry, Binnie’s got you.” He wrapped his arms around your torso. He pushed himself back against the mirror. His body relaxed and his muscular arms created a cocoon around you. 

Why couldn’t you be normal? Why couldn’t you talk to your boyfriend? He had been there through everything, and yet, you couldn’t talk to him about your emotions. How long had he been watching you? 

He rocked you back and forth without another word. More guilt flooded you because you were supposed to eat lunch with him. It was a break from work, but now it had become him taking care of you. 

The song slowly dwindled away. You sucked in a sharp breath trying to regain your rationality. Your fingers reached up and quickly tried to brush away your tears. Changbin’s warm brown eyes met yours. 

“Are you okay? Did you injure something when you fell?” 

You shook your head and mumbled an apology. Your chest heaved as you sniffled and tried to recap your emotions. He kept his arms clamped around your waist. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

You shook your head again and finished wiping away your tears. “Just a rough night, that’s all.” 

“You can talk to me, you know? I want to know what you’re thinking about. I’m pretty good at helping problem solve, at least, according to the guys. You don’t have to pretend you’re okay if you're not.” 

Your face was damp from your tears. The apples of your cheeks were bright red. Snot threatened to drip from your nose. You were as pathetic as pathetic could get. 

“I don’t want to be a bother. You have your own struggles and I don’t need to add mine into the mix. I’m sorry you had to see me fall apart.” You tried to sit up more and pull yourself away from Changbin’s body. 

His burly arms gripped you tighter. A stinging filled his heart at your apology. “Why are you apologizing? There’s no need to be sorry. Your feelings aren’t a burden to me. I want to be there for you in the same way you’re there for me.” 

“But I-” 

“No. You’re always there for me when I need you. This time I’m going to be here for you. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.” 

“Your lunch break is only an ho-” 

“I don’t care. The guys can continue without me for a while. So tell me, what is it that has you all worked up? I can’t stand to see you so sad.” 

You bit down on your lip and looked at him with glossy eyes. He stared at you waiting for you to speak. You stayed silent for a few more seconds until you finally spoke. “I don’t know how to get all the words out. I struggle with talking about my emotions. I start crying and I can’t speak.” 

“Then show me how you feel with dance. I didn’t mean to find you here, but I’m glad you did. You’re an incredible dancer, baby.” 

“You’re not going to laugh?” 

“Laugh?” His eyes widened in shock. “Why would I laugh? Did you see yourself? That was amazing! I want to see you do it again. I didn’t know my significant other was hiding such a beautiful talent!” 

You glanced over and your eyes found the lunchbox you sat on the couch. “Can we do it later? Your food is going to get cold. Your lunch break is going to be over soon. I don’t want to take up more time than I already have.” 

He let out a sigh, but finally agreed. His arms loosened around you and you were able to pull yourself up. You began walking over to the couch and he pushed himself up to follow. Before you made it, his arms wrapped back around your waist. 

His head perched on your shoulder while the two of you walked. “Can I take a video of you dancing later?” 

“Why?” 

“Because I think you’re better than Hyunjin and I want to brag.” 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, but an amused smile sat on your face. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” 

“Please! I’ve been looking for a reason to make him jealous!” His lips stuck out in a pout. “He’s been cheating on me with Felix lately.” 

“Is that what this is about?” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re mad because he’s giving Felix more attention?” 

“I want his attention too! I deserve some of his love! He’s Hwang Hyunjin!” 

You let out a snort. The running joke of the love triangle between Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix was amusing. The three of them were close friends who enjoyed each other’s attention and affection. 

“Fine,” you agreed. “You can send a video of me dancing to Hyunjin to make him jealous. Just remember that you come home to me and you sleep in my bed at the end of the day.” 

Changbin grinned and planted a wet slobbery kiss on the side of your cheek with a dramatic kissing sound effect. You squealed and pulled away in shock. He laughed and squeezed his arms around you tighter. 

“I love you, baby.” 

“You’re so lucky that I love you too.” 

“I’m the luckiest man in the whole wide world.” He rested his chin back on your shoulder, closed his eyes, and let himself soak in your presence. 

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Taglist: @fairytaleskiess

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#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #skz fanfic #kpop fanfic #seo changbin #changbin skz #changbin fanfic #changbin comfort

[rynekins]

Content warning for face injury, which will look more mild in later panels.

Wanna dance?

Once more featuring OC Melody from @angelic333yellowz

Next Previous First of Season 2 First of Season 1 Skip to First of Season 3

#superstar doggy daycare au #puppysun #kittymoon #fnaf au #crossover #cw face injury

[edupunkn00b]

Progression, Ch. 3: Come Out and Play

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Remus uses his powers to convince Patton the rats he found in the garden are cats. Written for @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper's @dukeceit-week-2024, Day 3: Cats/Rats

“Well aren’t you just a little cutie patootie?” Patton’s coo carried up to Janus on the roof and he tilted his head, listening. Virge was out on a run with Luc, and Ro held the other end of the new solar panel they were installing. Had Muse—

He closed his eyes and pushed past the electromagnetic field guarding the Muse's room from most of the chaos of the rest of the world's thoughts. No, he was there,  in his room. He was listening to music. Likely sharing the melody with his brother, the source of Ro’s rhythmic head bop and faraway eyes.

So who was Patton talking to?

“Yes, come to Papa, little kitties,” Patton called in a song-song. “There you go,” he said, the next words too quiet to make out from the roof.

Ro finally noticed Janus’ distraction and he hurried to latch his end of the panel into place. Nodding to Ro, they moved together to the roof’s edge and looked out to the garden below.

Patton sat cross-legged under the large peach tree he and Virge salvaged from one of their first scavenge runs. Whether through special powers or pure stubbornness, Patton had nursed it to health and this summer promised a bumper crop of warm, heavy peaches.

In his lap was a small furry creature, head dwarfed and obscured by his massive palm. “Yes, you just needed a gentle touch, didn’t you?” he said, laughing. “Oh, are you hungry?” he asked. The creature nipped at his finger and Patton flinched, revealing the long, pointed nose of a rat.

“Padre!” Ro called and leapt from the roof, float-flying down to the ground. “Padre, put the rat down!”

“Oh, no, Kiddo,” he smiled and held up the squirming rodent. “Look, it’s a little kitty! Can you believe it? I thought they’d gone extinct when…”

-“ Muse !”- Janus reached for to The Muse with the image of Patton holding what was likely a rabies and corona-infected rat. -“It’s biting him, Muse. Drop the Illusion!”-

The Muse grumbled back at him but didn’t really argue. After throwing a hydrophobic tarp over the incomplete panels, Janus rushed downstairs. 

Patton’s startled scream was cut off by the slam of the roof’s exit door.

~

“I’m sorry, Jannie.”

Jannie didn’t respond, a thick haze of static around his thoughts. Silent, wordless, shielded, he only frowned at him and latched the door. Jannie sighed, still facing the door, then turned, arms crossed over his chest. His hands were tucked against his ribs, hidden from view. The Muse caught the flash of yellow at his wrists, though, and hung his head.

This was gonna be bad.

“I’m really, really sorry,” he repeated when Jannie still didn’t speak. Still didn’t touch him. Still wouldn’t reach for him. “Is Papa Bear okay? He's never a real cat and he likes them so much from the stories and he was getting bored and lonely down in the garden and… Jannie? Is he okay?”

Jannie’s expression was sharp and he kept his mind shrouded in that damned static. The Muse could probably push through it, but the last time he’d tried, Jannie had noticed. And had not been happy about it. “Please, Jannie?” He stretched and listened to the rest of the house. He caught the shape of Ro’s thoughts, the image of Papa Bear in the infirmary with bloody puncture marks on the side of his hand.

Then Jannie’s static fell over even that.

“Hey!” He recoiled, stepping back from Jannie and stomping his foot. “Don’t do that!” Without conscious control, The Muse pushed back, hard . The static shattered under the pressure, cutting into his flesh, his heart, his head. Jannie shuddered, scars bright and dark against his paled skin. His eyes rolled back, for just a breath, but the door kept him upright and on his feet. 

The Muse didn’t wait for him to recover. He followed the cracks in Jannie’s shield, seeping through until he once again felt the familiar fiery warmth of their connection, searching for what Jannie had seen. The static returned and the air around them exploded in light.

Voice and thought bled together and he grabbed Jannie’s shirt, pulling him close. -“That’s not fair! I just wanted to—“

-“ Muse, stop !”- Jannie’s shout filled his mind and drowned the rest of his words, a hand slapped over his mouth and over his mind. He froze, unable to see, unable to hear, unable to breathe. He dropped to his knees, teeth jolting. Wet copper, the tang of that tarnished coin he and Ro had found outside, filled his mouth.

Slowly, Jannie loosened his hold and a trickle of cold air filled his throat, his lungs. 

He opened his eyes.

The room was dark, full black. He knelt, curled over himself until his forehead touched the floor, but he couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t see it. Couldn’t even hear it. Jannie stood before him, hands hanging loose at his sides. He closed his eyes and all he could see was Jannie.

-”Muse, no.”- Was that pain in his voice? With everything, with everyone blocked out, The Muse caught every blip and crack in Jannie’s words. He was hurting, a hot, sharp ache shooting through his brain, his veins, pumping molten lead through his limbs and his fingers and down to the ground. It spilled out, sticky, burning tar sizzling as it crawled up The Muse's feet and legs.

It hurt to do this. It hurt to block him from the others like this. To save them from him. It hurt him but it hurt Jannie worse.

It hurt so bad.

-”I’m sorry,”- he sent as gently as he could. Jannie staggered against his whispered thought. -”I’m sorry.”-

#Progression #ts remus #ts janus #The Muse #Silvertongue #Janus Gates #special appearances by the rest of the Mad Lads: Roman Emir‚ Virgil Morado‚ Patton Hart‚ and Lucas Hart #companion story #Meus ex Machina #Out of the Machine #can be read separately #y'all know that angst you knew was coming because you _are_ reading Out of the Machine or Meus ex Machina #yeaaaahhh… #dukeceit #dukeceitweek2024

[twidash-ftw-blysse]

Master Post

Current Art (mostly LU unless otherwise stated):

Modern Time and Hyrule

LU as Disney Princesses

Malon dresses up a scarecrow

Fem Wild debates her purpose

Minish Four and Fairy Hyrule meet

Sky paying off his debts

Time misses Malon

Malon lets fem Wild wear her old dresses

"Greetings, Strange Traveler"

Mask meets a Korok

The Blood Moon

Time, but Ben Drowned

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

Strawberry Blond Legend

Vaati in a Bottle (and more)

Legend is a cat girl and Ravio says he a bunny

Art Trade with BlueDesk

More Link OCs

Jinx'd Four

The Colours as Mario Characters

Sally Face fanart

Legend with a Pearl Necklace

Four is Tiny (Panel Redraw)

Realism Hyrule

Time Doin a Funky lil dance

Art Trade with FourEyedNerd

The Heroes Curse:

My own Linkverse/Links Meet AU that is a WIP

Ambrosia and Fay

Ravio and Myth

Detroit Become Human Linked Universe AU:

All the Links are androids in the world of Detroit Become Human

Main Designs!

Hylia and First Designs

Ravio Design!

Legend watches the Prisoner

Wind takes Hyrule and Legend to Koholint

Legend shows off his Brass knuckles (CW weaponry)

Twilight does the Zoomies

Legend and Marin are Besties

Legend and Marin are Besties 2

By besties i mean lovers

Hyrule uses spoons to cher Legend up.

Animatics:

Legend Animatic | No Children

Ruby Rider | Linked Universe Cowboy Animatic

Peace and Love | Linked Universe Animatic

Fanfics:

Time is Losing His Shit and Malon is Confused

Old Art (Don't look at it):

Melody Duck (DuckTales OC)

Emo Melody and Webby (Ducktales)

Lena and Louie (Ducktales Edit)

Haldana and Everett (OCs)

Boyd (DuckTales)

Daisy and her Nieces (DuckTales Edit)

Inktober 1 (2019)

Inktober 2 (2019)

Inktober 3 (2019)

Dewey Redraw (DuckTales)

Melody as a human witch (Ducktales OC)

April, May, June (DuckTales Edit)

Donald Duck was cool... Once

First Time Drawing LU Boys (Linked Universe)

First and only drawing of the chain as a whole (Linked Universe)

Misc art (MLP, BNHA)

Deku's Birthday 2021! (BNHA)

I Found Peace In Your Violence (BNHA AU)

BNHA in the style of Star VS

Bakuiida (BNHA)

Jesus in LA Thumbnail (BNHA AU)

Deku has Osteoporosis (BNHA)

I aM hErE (BNHA, Villain Deku AU)

LUtober:

Game

Island

Ring (CW Weapon)

Zoom

Bond

Ablaze

Switch

Mask

Trinket

Sword

Glowing

Bottled

Contain

Tunnel

Hope+Spirit

Blind

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #loz #legend of zelda #lutober #linked universe fanart #DBHLU #detroit become human #linkverse #thc linkverse #links meet au #ducktales #ducktales 2017

[tropiyas]

martin o'donnell panel notes (he broke down the Halo CE theme with a music analysis youtuber 12Tone)

was for mac showcase

no audio engine - had to play it in sync manually via audio

knew they wanted orchestra + singing

orchestra: 4 violin 2 cello

vocals: him + 3 guys who did mr clean jingle

backing tracks (percussion etc) were samples

they wanted gregorian/ancient from the start

the start hook-y melody decision (the chant):

4 phrases inspired by....... yesterday paul mccartney.... in dorian scale

dorian scale recap: just the minor scale except a raised 6th (lowkey removes the somber darkness and makes it more ambiguous towards excitement(?))

q: why?

a: atmosphere for halo - ancient+epic+mysterious

he friends with koji kondo and other composers

most music was platform dependent back then (understandable, 8bit and other restrictions) - he didn't like those limitations so mostly jumped in when Halo / Mac / late 90s music could be more like Film

big cello fan

*deserved

Halo CE theme breakdown:

Vibe - ancient+epic+mysterious obv but then

check it out - it was NOT really a fully fledged idea intentionally at first, not even meant to be THE Halo theme - originally it was just a Showcase piece for the Mac World. Funny how that works out!!!!

master chief was originally Future Soldier (more of a hero unit back when the game was a 3rd person strategy one) before he was actually a character

Original Game Goal was Seamless World (1999 pretty insane to think abt - even tho it is more common now [with BotW and RDR2])

original request - 2 or 3 minutes LOL (they didn't know what the demo length was gonna be). So he writes a 3 minute track that has smushiness at the start and back so that nothing is missing (yeah the melody is Slow like that)

Showcase ended up being 3 minutes, good. The structure might not have been that [vague] / smushy if he worked more directly with the demo's sequencing and length.

epic stuff had to be more upbeat - the higher pace one was lowkey irish jig themed

Panelist / Audience vibe that we received from Halo theme: kind of Lonely? Solitude / "ozymandias" style.

before focusing on Future Soldier - the alien planet that he was being chased in and getting into the Warthog, turned out that way

great things abt art -> a lot of meaning is emergent (not originally intended) but that doesn't mean that it CAN'T add depth

he personally conducted the chanting - gregorian chanting is monks in cathedral w/ reverb so no strict meter or tempo for what happens. bravado (vince) - give and take

surprised cat face "halo is a religious game" SO TRUE

Drums Breakdown:

- tone being low register - low DUKUKUKUD DUKUDUNKUN drums

- choice reasoning: "I thought they would be cool"

- rhythm: panelist relates it to america west side story drums

- compound rhythms (instead of splitting it to duples (2), split it into 3, but then overlay the 2 on that end of the measure)

- "polyrhythmic"

- first time it was written; first music was 4:4 with triplets

- then 12:8 and conducted in 4

- (sorry don't remember my high school music classes that much)

Strings Breakdown:

- dun dun dun DUNNN

- melodic structure is "simple," just starts low and goes high

- [kinda reminds me of Megalovania except that one walks down]

- "this makes a great metal piece if you've heard people do covers of it"

- (um YEAH MJOLNIR COVER⁉️)

- in college he did a paper on the inventor of leitmotif - symphany fantastique (referencing his enamored with)

- the melody for that song was complex

- you can't develop with a complicated leitmotif

- Harold in Italy - this next piece was short and could be developed

- "the effect of melody is something that gets in your head and stays in there" (easier to hook audience in)

- [like Megalovania]

- strings keep the compound meter that the drums introduced

- to get the drive and aggression and thrust (pause?) - he wrote the cellos to do the OCTIVE Jump and go back and forth. he wanted to hear the ROSIN

- not classical string playing method... When some people read the music they split the cellos! even though it's supposed to jump on the SAME cello. That's WIPPY

- sloppy in a good way (pause⁉️)

- [but yeah it's very human I agree and that makes the piece IT]

- next string line - the backing whole high notes violins crescendoing

- it's the same walk from E to A but then IT KEEPS GOING

- low cello - minor (not dorian) but then the high strings are back to dorian i.e. that one note C#

- gregorian usually not dorian(?)

- mo likes ambiguous scales - dorian scale and the likes are not so explicitly "minor is sad, major is happy"

- enjoys writing to stick specifically to a scale that gives you chords that are non common in contemporary music

- bringing dorian to the high strings after cello is basically a "we're so back" measure.

- he likes that it's a minor key with major subdominant and a minor dominant

- rock and roll influence

- snsnss

- second string phrase

- full sending irish jig - sea shanty vibe

- halo was a damn water level this whole time??

- tidbit: master chief is the highest noncommissioned role you could reach

-

vocals

- the high backing vocals are less gregorian but more wailing

- "idk why, but thought it would be more mysterious and alien to have gregoian monks and then adding arabic wailing"

- he asked if one of the singers could do that kind of chanting - this was the last thing recorded for the theme

- martin tried doing it and he was the one who actually kept it in

- he brought them two versions - wailing vs no wailing (bungie loved the wailing one) (martin was embarrassed because it was his high voice)

- [kind of like how megalovania has that countermelody near the end of the song]

rest of the song:

- the UPDOWN violins with no percussion

- harmony

- starts E Dorian then rhythm stop - the string melody is in G minor woah

- panelist: "why a weird chord"

- martin: "I don't know"

- audience: *claps*

- *he just wanted to move off the E

- since we weren't even in E minor in the first place, moving to G minor it's WOAH

last last segment

- looked at the parallel 4ths "dundundun dun"

- inner voice goes down a step, next voice goes up a step

- oblique and countering motion (this is starting to go over my head) makes cool chords as a result of changing the motion of the notes itself

- MUSIC........

- halo 2 OST takes influence from this kind of motion

- basically taking his piano playing style to cello / strings players and forcing motion, making them sweat

- diminution of original theme - it's two bars per thing but then it removes the second sustained bar (more energetic)

takeaways - sometimes your goat just does it

woke takeaways - only very slightly critical abt using gregorian/arabic chants just to add to the Uniqueness / "alien" feel even tho those are just like. Other People. (but it's so far detached and not meant to be a direct correlation, does it even count?)

#extremely scatterbrained live notes #please don't ask me how well I did in college I don't know how I pulled it off

[larabiatasstuff]

Part four🖤

Stu and I said our goodbyes and I made my way through the courtyard when I noticed that the huge front gate was open and a police car was parked in front of it. I slowly walked towards it ,one step after another until I reached the gate control panel. I opened the cover, pushed the red button and the huge gate wings started moving until it was completely closed. I turned to leave and was suddenly face to face  with agent Stone. „Miss Y/N!“  he said,a smirk on his face. „Agent Stone , the front gate  was open you should have better control over your men. If you`d excuse me ,my fiancè is waiting for me at home. Have a good evening.“  With that I took a step aside and walked to our apartment. Nick was already home waiting for me and as soon as I entered the kitchen , he pulled me into a very ,bruising and passionate kiss. „What the?Nick…I mean honey what was that for?“ I asked completely confused. He took my hands in his,a huge smile on his face and his eyes were glittering with tears. „I knew it Y/N my precious Y/N,I knew you wouldn`t leave. You had the chance but you stayed right here with me. I love you so much  and I can´t wait for you to be my wife.“  „But of course, this is my home now.Here with you!“ and again the knot in my stomach started forming. „Oh this is so much better than I could have ever imagined.What do you  say? Should we go to the bedroom and have some fun?“ he asked and started kissing my neck but I stopped him. „Is it okay for you if we wait until we`re married? It will be so romantic when we have our first time together in our wedding night don`t you think?“ he thought for a second before he answered. „You know what?You`re right ,I want it to be special too. But let me get rid of this ,I don´t think we will need that any longer.“ With that he opened the shock collar and threw it in the trash. The four weeks went by extremely fast and  the day of my wedding came. I was wearing a short white dress,my hair in a fancy updo and a light but festive make up. „You don`t look  like a happy bride.“ The woman who did my hair said. „Yeah  I think I`m having pre show jitters.“ she laughed  „I know what they did to you my dear.And all I can wish for you is that your life won´t be too bad. Put on a brave face and if you ever need to talk,you know where you find me.“ „Thank you ,I need to go now.“  I took the bouquet of flowers and left our apartment where Stu was waiting for me. „Wow I know this is a dark day for you but you look beautiful Y/N.“ „Thank you Stu ,we should go ,he´s going to be pissed  if we`re coming too late.“ He nodded and we both walked to his car. It was a thirty minute drive till we arrived at the location. This must have been a local park before the apocalypse,everything was decorated with flowers and in the middle was a pavilion where Nick and Stone were waiting. „Would you walk me down the isle please?I…I can`t do that alone Stu.“  „Of course ,here take my arm.“ Music started playing from an old radio while we approached my soon to be husband who was smiling like a little boy on christmas morning. „Alright, we`re all gathered here today to celebrate the union of Nick and his absolutely beautiful bride Y/N. Let`s not waste time and get straight to the business shall we ? Y/N will you take Nick as your lawful husband, to have and to hold,from this day forward,for better or for worse,for richer or for poorer,in sickness and health until death do you part?So answer with I do.“ I swallowed hard, my whole body was shaking and I had the feeling that I would pass out at any moment. I tried to calm myself down and took a deep breath but before I could say something I heard the familiar melody of the ice cream truck.First I thought that it was just in my head but Nick and Stone heard it too. „What is that? What does that mean?“ Nick asked looking at me and I couldn´t help but smile „This means you`re fucked Nick, all of you.“

Part one and previous chapters here 🖤

#sweet tooth x reader #sweet tooth #twisted metal #samoa joe #slow burn

[boliv-jenta]

Din Djarin x f!reader

WC:720

Siren

Warnings: descriptions of nudity. Allusions to smut.

Din stretched back into the infinite abyss at the back of his mind. Filled with long forgotten names, tidbits of information, lost words that accompanied melodies that would occasionally slip into his consciousness to annoy him.

Siren.

That's what the word was. He succeed in fishing it from the depths. Ever planet had their own folk law of mythical creatures. Beasts and ghouls made up to scare. Accompanied by cautionary tales of those that hadn't heed the warnings. Some times those otherworldly creatures took the forms of beautiful women. To punish the unfaithful or wicked. To take little children who wandered too far from home. Or in this case to capture men lulled into a stupor by their enticing song.

Despite their heaviness his footfalls didn't make a sound on the the thick carpet. Everything in the room, that was their temporary home, was plush. Each element picked to scream luxury and comfort. Even the walls were padded with panels. The deep mattress silently adsorbed the weight of his helmet as he discarded it. The only sounds were the sweet melody escaping the lips of his siren and the tinkling of water being poured. Edging closer she came into view.

The bath she sat in was as opulent as the rest of the suite. Deep enough to cover over his hips if he stood in the middle of it. Large enough to sit six people comfortably. Which wouldn't be an odd occurrence in this particular place. The tub itself was gleaming white. Gold taps and details enhanced it. Slabs of precious gems lined one side, water shimmered, reflecting their colours as it ran down them into the pooled water causing more steam to rise. The steam gave the room the impression of hazy illusion. It added to suspicion that he might be dreaming. That the beautiful vision before him was the result of his hopeful imagination.

He stilled completely, not willing to jar himself out of this dream. He watches as she sat at the shallow edge. The water covering her lower half as she laddled water over her bare chest and shoulders. Every inch of her exposed skin glistened. Her long, thick hair was piled on top of her head. The odd strand hung down, curling slightly. He longed to bury his fingers in the silk of it. To hear her hum as massaged any tension away. His eyes followed the water down her body. Down over her soft breasts. The memory of caressing them weighed heavy in his palms. His fingers twitched in his gloves. The scent of her joined her voice on the breeze. Her natural fragrance was always so sweet. Tonight, it was all enhanced by exotic floral scents. Her scent was always intoxicating to him. Her hair, her skin, even her sweat when she was worked up beneath him. The incredible aroma of her arousal as he buried his face between her legs.

In a room created to convey wealth and luxury, she was the most opulent thing in there. Her body, soft and yielding. Ever curve inviting. Ever inch of her skin smooth, whether bare or covered with hair.

Her full lips turned up in coy smile as she dipped below the shimmering water resurfacing closer to him. Positioning herself to get the best view. Of all the ways she had luxuriated in today this was by far the most lavish.

For a Mandalorian, removing armour was done with reverence. His gloves were removed first. Thick, strong, nimble fingers went to work, removing each piece. His fingertips skimmed the exquisitely crafted beskar before placing it gently on the marble counter. The leather of his suspenders creaked slightly under the pull of his thumbs as he slid them off of his broad shoulders. His flight suit dropped away from his upper body, revealing his tawny skin. His muscles, hard earned from years of training and relentless hunting, flexed as he removed the suit from his legs. A knowing smile graced his his lips, before he removed his underwear. His interest in her clearly showing as he stepped down into the water. She hummed a sweet melody in approval as he took her in his arms. If she really were a siren, he would be more than happy to be pulled down into her depths.

Tags @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @graciexmarvel @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin #imported from A03 #din djarin drabble #din djarin x f!reader

[circa-specturgia]

Untitled WIP - Opening

The WIP idea I detailed in the reblogs of this post. Don’t know if I’ll continue it or how much of this I’ll expand on, though I felt inspired last night and felt like writing it! Hope you enjoy! ✨

- “Hmm?”

- “I asked, what do you think it was for?”

Someone nudged Nattjasmin in the shoulder again, harder this time, forcing the brunette to sit up and take the baseball cap off their face, blinking a few times to get the sand out of her eyes, wincing at the warm uncomfortable pain in her neck from having fallen asleep leaning against the car.

Indira had been pointing at the structure nearest to them, identical to several others that seemed laid out in a grid to their north and west. Their eyes gleamed with quizzical curiosity, evidently having spent the better half of the past hour attempting to surmise some purpose for them.

They reminded Jasmin of sunflowers back home, faces angled, pointed to the sky, the ones her dad used to grow on the roof in Nymoen, a pang of homesickness running through her as she promised herself she’d practice some guitar next time they’d stop, before focusing back on the view. Rising from fields of gold, the same they’d been driving through for the past three days now, they had made quite the impression when the four of them had first seen the giant constructs emerging from the wild wheat horizon. Ant had nearly choked, the nerd. The disks offered little shade at this hour, it was still before noon, though she doubted they would have done so even if the sun had been set at the opposite side of the sky, with how many panels were missing from them. The words once written on the outsides of their bases had faded long ago, and where the spindly legs still held them up, like the twig houses she used to build in the garden, the vines had grown, coating them in deep green, filling the missing gaps of construction. They made odd sounds, shrieking creaks and wails of old metal every so often, when the wind picked up, though they didn’t feel all too imposing… More as though they were singing their own melody, their memories of the days when their metal shone, and panels glinted like new.

When the people who cared for them had been around to do their job.

- “I think I read about these.” She finally spoke, stretching, groaning a bit at the pleasant sensation of stretching after having been asleep in one position for too long, before wincing, her leg having fallen asleep, the pins and needles, sick warmth being a feeling she was familiar with, with the time they’d spend in the car, but nonetheless not one you’d ever get used to. “Satellite dishes, I think. I’ll get you the book with them once Lore and Ant are back, if they haven’t found anything more interesting on ‘em for you to read.”

As though on cue, Lore called in on their comms, the connection decent with the distance being minimal.

- “White.”

- “Over. Ignition on Faulkner, Vesper. 3 go”

Even in fresh air, the Captain couldn’t help but use their on-mission callouts. Jasmin couldn’t blame her though. They got the point across. She closed the comms, putting them back in her inner jacket pocket, and taking out a pair of blue and purple aviators.

- “Cap?” Indira got up, stretching as well, dusting off their pants.

- “Yeah. Pack your shit, and start up Vesper, I’ll get Faulkner ready, I told her we’ll be ready to go in 3 minutes.”

- “They find anything?” Indira asked, being greeted with a zero made by Jasmin by her finger and thumb.

- “Zip. You can ask em about it once we get a move-on. Cars have better comms anyways.”

The two got to work, checking on the tents, the filters, all the wiring and seals, finally getting behind the wheels and starting the cars up, both engines revving with their distinct roars, the ’69 Dodge Charger chassis of Faulkner shuddering, Vespers ’69 Corvette Stingray shaking off the dust as the spherical omni-wheels pulsed twice and started to glow gently, aligning on their own, ready to go.

Lore and Antris arrived not a minute later, their gear already doffed, and packed into their bags, getting in and closing the doors, the cars both auto-sealing.

- “Anything?”

- “Code white, nothing interesting, some random papers, logs with a ton of numbers in em. Found a neat coffee mug and some coasters though, barely chipped.” Lore answered, twisting in her seat to put the gear in its space behind them, brushing the black hair out of her face with a huff.

- “Hmm. Sounds like the usual. Where too now?”

- “There should be a rest stop some few hundred kilometers south-west from here, we’ll make it by sunset if we make good time. It’s bad territory, but the fastest route if we wanna deliver Vesper there on time to Novanc.” She explained, folding out an old paper map with some coffee stains and a few red triangles and other shapes drawn out here and there, pointing as she explained, before clicking a button on the dash and speaking into the comms. “You two lovebirds hear that? I want not a scratch on Vesper or the cut pay is coming out of your cut, got that?”

- “Yeah, rough territory, I got it.” Inidira chuckled before continuing what they were saying to Ant, flipping comms off as they did.

- “So, then, hotshot.” Lore said, taking out a pair of matching aviators, the left lens slightly fractured, smiling brightly, and taking out a stick of gum. “Onto the horizon.”

The radio buzzed, as music began to play, the engine rumbling as they set off. Onto the horizon.

Taglist for whatever I’m naming this! ✨ @jess-p-edits @magefaery Hope y’all enjoyed, and let me know if you want more of these I guess! (And if the formatting should be different to be more readable!)

#new wip #wip idea #snippet #Tiny Scene Sunday but it’s actually a Tuesday #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #writing inspiration #other writers! #post apocalyptic #post apocalypse #iyashikei #the world is healing

[fishymom-art]

Easter Eggs/References from the new M&I Chapter!

Because I’m bored and I was on the road in a bus for around 17 hours or so, so I need to chill

Before opening this post, make sure you’ve read the chapter ;)

https://fishymom-art.tumblr.com/post/702477002226204672/metal-ink-extra-5-part-1

LET’S GOOOO!!!!

1. Ah yes, the only book that exists in this universe XD Yea, “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” appears as an easter egg almost every time there is a book X)

2. Of course I put myself into the chapter :D. I’m sitting at one of the tables during Milla’s show!

3. In the same panel, there is a picture of Linda!

4. Joey Drew’s actual quotes! “Quite a gal” will be repeated later in the full version of his quote + Susie’s called “quite a gal/an angel” regularly in this chapter.

5. This is a throwback to what Susie said in the first extra before leaving Daniel and Sammy alone as a set up X)

6. This is a slight reference to a quote by Blackbeard from “Our Flag Means Death” - “Skin him first. And use the snail fork.”

7. Straight up reference to the moment with Hackenbush in the part where he appeared for the first time :)

8. A clue that Norman’s name in the Golden Reality is Jason Bright. 

9. Lonely Angel music sheet in Sammy’s hands!

10. Throwback to Nightmare Joey saying that all the good endings to his stories (aka the extra chapters) aren’t real.

11. Another throwback to Chapter 6, where Henry tells Joey he’s leaving the studio.

12. Small Nelly in the background. She is grey, while her Bendy Plush is yellow.

13. Real quotes by Joey Drew!

(”Quite a gal”!)

14. Milla touches her left side of the face that was disfigured when she was Susie Angel. She also cries only from the right eye, because in her ink form she didn’t have the left eye. She cries ink. Before that, she also talks in doubled voice (like Alice or Nightmares).

15. Reference to Audrey asking Allison “What is an Ink Demon?” in BatDR :)))

16. Joey is no one :(

17. Also a reference to BatDR and the Cycle Breakers!

18. A slight reference to Joey’s quote from BatDR “Once upon a time there was a bitter, old man”

19. I think this is self-explanatory X)

20. Allison and Susie are wearing outfits directly inspired by 1920′s fashion (raincoats and hats!)

21. Another quote + yet another outfit directly inspired by 20′s fashion, this time her evening dress (and later gloves).

22. Susie doing the touching her face thing like Milla (and then talking in doubled voice, like Alice)

23. More Nelly, this time featuring an older Nelly too :)))

24. A picture of Norman and Susie!

25. Susie Angel here is in her outfit when she was cutting her hair in front of the mirror! 

26. Our girl correcting Angel by saying that she’s Alice Angel and not Susie and breaking the mirror.

27. Mirror shards in the form of a heart :”(

28. Nelly’s drawing Dapper Bendy!

29. And of course, another Nelly and Joey parallel :DD

30. The soundtrack contains the melody from Lonely Angel, as well as Play Called Life because of the Golden Reality :)))

#metal and ink #metal and ink extra