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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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How about this; Jango meets up with a female informant at a night club; this is the first time they've met, but it's instant, very Strong, mutual attraction and after she gives him the information, they burst out of the back door of the club, into a dark alley, making out and end up having their way with each other in the alley.

I'll keep the ideas coming as I get them; feel free to use whichever ones inspire you the most!

The Alder Job

Summary: When Jango Fett needs information for a bounty, he normally goes to his information broker, a Toydarian named Roz. This time, however, Roz sends him to get his information right from the source.

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 2159

Warnings: Smut, mentions of Pedophilia and human trafficking (Jango misunderstands a situation, there's no actual pedophilia or human trafficking)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, I very much appreciate all three of the ideas that you sent me and I'll probably write all of them because I love Jango...apparently, lol. I hope you like this one~

Jango is annoyed.

Okay. Jango is often annoyed. It’s his go-to emotion in most situations, but now he’s really annoyed.

“Well? Have you arrived yet?” Roz’s voice is scratchy over the comm.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you sure you can’t give me the information?”

“I could….but I’m not going to. You need to talk to this informant.” Roz replies, before she laughs, “Don’t worry. I told them to look for you.” And then the comm disconnects.

He exhales loudly, trying to shove his irritation away, as he eyes the night club distastefully. He can hear the music coming from the club all the way out to the street.

This is officially the worst job he’s ever taken.

Jango walks over to the bouncer, who eyes him and his armor, before he jerks his head to the side, “You’re expected. VIP section. Don’t cause any trouble.”

As if he would.

Still, Jango nods once and steps into the club, and is immediately assaulted by the scent of stale alcohol and sweat. Distaste, and disgust, cause his lip to curl, but he has a job to do. So he turned toward the VIP section.

As with most night clubs, the VIP section is cordoned off from the rest of the club. Unlike most clubs he’s been in, this VIP section is situated at the top of an elevator, completely separate from the rest of the club.

The music is quieter up here, and it smells less like stale beer and more sugary. It’s almost as bad as the scent down in the main club. Almost.

The Bouncers up here look a lot more dangerous than the ones down below, but if Jango had to guess, the people up here all have more money than sense, so the better guards are reasonable.

One of the bouncers eyes Jango, but doesn’t move to stop him. Poor guy is probably used to all sorts coming up here.

Most of the tables are filled with men surrounded by gorgeous, and young, women. Though there’s one that’s clearly a bachelorette party, and another that looks like some teenager’s coming of age birthday party.

But there, in the back, closest to the back door, is a young woman sitting at a private table. She’s alone, with her gaze locked on a datapad in her hand, and she had one knee pulled up to her chest.

And, while Jango’s never been one to put much stock into looks, he has to admit that she’s stunning, and he really can’t understand why no one is giving her a second look.

He crosses the open room over to her, and lightly raps his knuckles on the table. She lifts her gaze from the datapad to meet his, her expression puzzled at first, before it clears and a warm smile crosses her face.

Jango can’t remember the last time someone greeted him so warmly.

“You must be Mand’alor Fett. Please, have a seat.” Her voice is light and warm and Jango is so distracted by the sound of her voice that he doesn’t immediately register what she calls him until he’s seated across from her.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” He says, gruffly, “I’m not Mand’alor.”

She pauses, “Ah. Roz indicated that that was your title. Was she mistaken?” Her voice is lightly accented, and Jango can’t get enough of it. He also can’t help but notice that she hasn’t taken her eyes off of him.

“Roz has a tendency to exaggerate.” He finally says as he leans back, and he notices her gaze drop to his chest plate for a moment, before returning to his face.

Nice to know that the attraction is mutual.

She laughs softly, “I had noticed that, yes. So, what should I call you then?”

“Jango. Just Jango.”

“Well then, Jango,” His name is like honey on her lips, and he curls one of his hands into a fist to keep from doing something foolish. “It’s very nice to meet you.” And then she introduces herself, and he jolts in surprise.

“Wait. Alder?”

She smiles, “As in those Alders?” There’s something wry in her voice, “The one and the same. It’s why Roz asked me to be your informant. There’s no one better to give you the information you need than someone from the family.”

“You do realize that I’m here to kill them, right?”

Her smile becomes even more wry, “Oh, yes. I’m aware.”

“...I’m going to need some clarification before I get any intel from you.”

She laughs, “That’s fair.” She leans back in the chair, and Jango’s gaze drops to her thigh, now exposed since she moved, and then slowly drags back to her face.

“Go ahead.”

“We had a falling out.” She explains with a careless shrug. Or a would be careless shrug, if it wasn’t for the look on her face. “You see, they had…ideas. As to my place in society, and I had different ones.”

“Must be pretty vastly different ideas if you’re okay with them dying.”

“Well, they wanted me to be a trophy wife for my grandfather’s best friend. I had different ideas.” She drops her gaze for a moment, “I was 17 when they started planning my wedding.”

He exhales slowly, “So. Not only are they corrupt, they’re also pedophiles and traffickers. Good to know.” He leans in, “So, about that intel.”

“My mother is holding a gala in 12 days.” She replies, “The whole family will be there. Normally, tickets to these events cost an arm and a leg. But I have a ticket for you.” She slides a ticket across the table to him, “The downside is that it’s black tie only.”

“Of course it is.” Jango taps out a rhythm on the table, “You know the house, anyway for me to sneak my gear in?”

“Hm…you could try to pay the caterers to bring them in and stash them somewhere.” She offers, “Other than that, you might be able to hide the gear on the grounds somewhere.”

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out.” Jango finally says, his gaze dragging down her body again, and then a sly smile crossing his face, “So, you have any other plans for the night?”

“Can’t say that I do.” She replies, as she leans in a little bit, “Why do you ask?”

He smirks at her, and stands, scooping his helmet up with one hand and then motioning for her to follow him. He opens the door, and stands in the doorway, waiting for her.

She watches him for a moment, and then she passes through the door, intentionally pressing her body against his.

And, for the first time in his life, Jango finds himself cursing his armor.

He follows her down the carpeted stairs and into a dimmed hallway, his gaze lingering on the way her hips look in her mini-skirt, on the way the skirt swayed due to her canting walk.

The moment they’re no longer on the stairs he has her back pressed against the wall, and his lips are hot against hers. She kisses back just as eagerly, her arms sliding around his neck to tangle in the hair at the back of his head.

“Kriff,” Jango breathes against her lips, “I’ve never been so annoyed at my armor in my life.”

She laughs breathlessly, “I’ve never been so annoyed at a piece of metal in my life either.” She admits.

He laughs softly, and presses even harder against her, “I suppose we should do something about that.”

She raises up on her toes and kisses him again, her tongue sliding against his lips for a moment, before allowing Jango to take control back. When he breaks the kiss this time, she’s breathing quickly and her eyes are half lidded, “Later,” She murmurs, in answer to his comment, “I want you.”

Jango’s fingers flex on her hip, “Here? Now?” He murmurs.

She hesitates, her gaze snapping from one side to the other, before she takes his hand and tugs him out the VIP door.

Jango follows her out the door, down the alley, and into a darker, quieter alley.

“Here?” She asks him, as he presses her back against the building and slots his thigh between her legs.

Jango quickly assesses the alley. No cameras. No people. Good enough for now.

He doesn’t answer her verbally, instead he just crashes his lips against hers, and moves his leg so he’s able to slide his hands under her skirt. He eases her panties down her legs, and then shoves them in one of his pouches.

A breathless laugh falls from her and Jango presses her firmer against the wall, “Kriff.” He breathes as his lips fall from hers to latch onto the tender skin under her ear, pulling a moan from her pretty lips, “Later I’m going to make you fall apart over and over, mesh’la.”

“Later?” She asks.

Jango removes his codpiece and presses it into her willing hand, before he adjusts his bodysuit so that his hard cock bounces free, “I need to be inside you,”

She whines and presses against him, “So hurry up.”

“Impatient,” He crashes his lips against hers again, “Arms around me, mesh’la.” Jango waits until her arms are secure around his neck, and then he lifts her and encourages her to hook her legs around his waist.

He rocks against her a few times spreading her arousal against his cock, and, as an added bonus, making her whine and moan out his name. “You’re so wet, cyare.” Jango murmurs as he nips her earlobe, “Is this all for me?”

“Don’t tease, Jango-” She gasps out shifting and squirming in his arms to try and encourage him to just start already.

He nips her earlobe a little harder, ripping a moan from her throat, “Just for that, princess, I’m definitely going to tease you later.”

“You-” She’s not able to finish her sentence as he thrusts into her, hard and fast, and her words turn into a cry of pleasure as her head falls back. And the only reason her head doesn’t hit the wall is because of his hand resting on the back of her neck.

“Oh no you don’t,” Jango growls as he starts a slow, but hard, pace. “Eyes on me, Princess.” He pulls almost all the way out, before thrusting hard into her.

She struggles to keep her eyes open, but she does. And Jango feels a thrill when she obeys him unquestionably. “Such a good girl,” He breathes, “So obedient. Kriff,” He kisses her deeply, “You’re so tight-”

She arches against him and clenches around him at his praise, and Jango makes a mental note. He’ll have to take advantage of that later.

“S-sorry,” She gasps.

Jango laughs, “Oh, cyare,” He snaps his hips roughly against hers, “Don’t apologize for feeling amazing-” He adjusts her for a moment, and then snaps his hips against hers again, and she lets out a sharp gasp.

“A-again. Please. Do that again!” She pleads with him.

“Yes ma’am,” Who is he to obey such a delicious sound? He snaps his hips against hers making sure to hit the same spot over and over.

Sweat beads at his temple, she really does feel amazing. And it’s been so long since he’s had a partner, he’s not going to last much longer this first time. But she’s not going to go without.

He won’t let her.

Jango dips his hand to where they’re joined, and he presses a firm finger against her clit, rubbing in quick circles. His hips stutter as she clenches tightly around him.

She falls apart silently, her face pressed against his neck, and Jango can’t wait to see what noises he’ll be able to pull from her when she’s in his bed.

“Where-?” Jango gasps out as his thrusts become shallow.

She keeps her legs tightly around him, which he takes as answer enough. A few more shallow thrusts and he’s spilling his seed deep inside her.

Jango presses his forehead against hers as he tries to regain control of his breathing, and he feels her soft fingers against his cheek. His eyes open and he flashes a cocky smirk, “So, cyare,” he murmurs, “where do you live?”

She laughs softly and drops her legs back to the ground, “Not far.” She admits with a small smile, “Close enough to walk, if I had someone with me to keep me safe.”

Jango watches her fix her skirt, a small smile crossing his face when she reaches out and carefully fixes his bottoms for him, and snaps his codpiece back into place.

“Lucky for you, you have a Mandalorian here to protect you.”

She favors him with a bright smile, “Lucky me indeed.” She takes his hand and leads him out of the alley, “This way, Jango.”

Jango falls into step next to her with ease.

Maybe, just maybe, he owes Roz some nice wine. Maybe.

#star wars #star wars legends #jango fett x reader #jango x reader #18+ fic #nsft #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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sparrowsingsstories · 4 months

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get to know me tag

tagged by @happyhappysparkle Thank you!!

LAST SONG: Wolves by Down Like Silver (it’s on my Sparrow playlist and it really hits her and Darcy’s darkest times)

FAVORITE COLOR: Blue – any blue but especially that shade you can find in the tropics where the ocean’s floor goes from shallow to deep or the color of blue hydrangeas.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Nothing right now – though I’m going to suggest Chernobyl to my partner and husband cause that’s right up my alley!

LAST MOVIE/TV SHOW: Er…hm…I’m really terrible with tv shows. Terrible about them actually (though I’m going to try HARD for the Fallout show). The last FULL movie I watched was Hogfather (I’m bad with movies too…)

SPICY/SAVORY/SWEET: Savory or Sweet depending. My favs are crackers (especially those wheat entertaining crackers), dried mango (as long as its soft), salty nuts mixed with dried fruit, and chocolate with caramel.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: I live with my husband of 19 years and my partner of 6 years. The husband isn’t on here, but my partner is! Love you @alder-berry. The demisexuals migrated into the same house. Incidentally, the oldest and youngest are ace and the youngest is pretty sure she’s aro so there ya go.

CURRENT OBSESSION: Fallout, Baldur’s Gate 3, Discussing @alder-berry’s and mine combined Fallout stories and OCs like a couple of nerds, playing Project Zomboid with the husband

LAST GOOGLE SEARCH: I was looking up the series Chernobyl

Tagging: @bokatan @bleumanouche @kyngsnake @totally-not-deacon @boxonthenile

As always - no pressure! That includes you, Nile. <3

#tagging game #get to know me #I can't stress enough how bad I am with tv shows #like - there I go - wandering off

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just-another-star-47 · 26 days

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Finally...

When shadows turn to darkness

Chapter 1 : A new beginning

German version

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The fog in the alleyways of London had not yet lifted and gripped Luscinia's ankles as she stepped out of the carriage. Whilst the coachman struggled with her luggage - a large dark leather suitcase and, to his renewed astonishment, a decorated broom - she looked around the alley. In different shades of the same grey, the individual houses lined up next to each other and seemed to support each other. Her eyes darted to the wooden sign that marked the building directly in front of her as a pub and her lips pressed together in a hard line. "Are you sure you want to get off here, miss? A young miss alone in this neighbourhood," he looked around uncertainly, the sign and the pub below hidden from his eyes, "that attracts trouble, mark my words!" Luscinia gave the coachman a polite smile and shook her head, "I'm expected, sir, don't worry about it." "Expected by whom?" he grumbled sullenly as he placed the suitcase at her feet and accepted his pay. His eyes widened and if Luscinia hadn't been busy strapping her broom around her body, he would have taken her hand and shaken it vigorously. "Such a fine missus, a real little angel." Unpleasantly touched, the woman addressed grabbed the rest of her luggage in a hurry and braced herself against the door of the pub. The "dripping cauldron" was empty at this hour. The landlord was cleaning glasses behind the bar for the evening, when the taproom would be filled with witches and wizards; an elderly man sat in front of him, his eyes engrossed in his newspaper. "I'm looking for a Professor Eleazar Fig." Luscinia stepped closer to the counter, ignoring the innkeeper's curious gaze, which flicked over her clothes and began to glow with interest when he heard her foreign accent. Before a reply could stumble across his lips, however, the older man had turned his attention from the newspaper to her. "That must be me, then." A warm spark flashed in his brown eyes as he took the young lady's hand and shook it. His gaze briefly wandered over the entrance to the pub and the furrows on his forehead deepened. "Were you not given a companion for the journey?" "My family was of the firm opinion that a young lady of seventeen should be able to manage the journey on her own." "Well, we professors also encourage the students at our school to be independent; after all, we are the last academic authority to prepare them for their future lives." He grabbed her suitcase and motioned for her to follow him. "And yet it seems important to me to provide a certain amount of guidance and care. Even for the older students, who are already recognised as adults by the law." They had stepped into the backyard of the pub, a narrow rectangle where the rubbish was dumped, the ground almost as grey as the stone of the wall that surrounded it. "Count," with a friendly smile, the professor pointed to one of the ash bins on which a small rune had been carved, "three up and two to the side." Hesitating briefly, Luscinia did as she was told and looked questioningly at the professor as the tip of her index finger paused on one particular brick. "Now tap it three times with your wand." Her gaze flitted from the professor to the brick and back again before she reached into the inside pocket of her jacket for the wand. It was plain, carved from alder wood encasing a dragon heart fibre. Wrapping her hand tightly around the handle of the same wood, Luscinia tapped the stone where her finger had lingered only a moment ago. Shaking and crunching, a small crack opened in the wall, which grew wider and wider. The individual bricks began to rearrange themselves, scraping along each other until an archway opened up in front of Luscinia and the professor. "And now you know how to get to Diagon Alley from London."

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#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy oc #luscinia plonbraw #sebastian sallow x f!oc #to all the people who waited for their hogwarts letter #when shadows turn to darkness fic #slow burn #slow build #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #german fanfiction

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sam-glade · 1 year

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OCs as Animals Tag

Tagged by @autumnalwalker - their post is here. Thank you for giving me a chance to ramble about this! 💜

Leaving it as an open tag!

Rules: Choose any Oc/s and pick an animal that relates to them and why. You can also include images or drawings of your own but don't have to.

Welp. All of my characters have have a little familiar spirit that takes an animal form. This should be easy... Right?

Lissan - Sword Spirit: a She-Wolf

The Wolf has mostly negative connotations in Slavic folklore, often being associated with the devil, foretelling famine, etc, but in reality is such a lovely, fluffy animal. There's one local tale I've found in a collection of local legends and superstitions from 1881 and it stuck with me, even though I tend to avoid religious imagery. In summary, the Devil wanted to make a pet out of the wolf, and the wolf turned against them.

When the God created the wolf, it was dead. The Devil was very concerned by it and their inability to bring it back to life. The God told the Devil: go tell the wolf "get up, by God's power", but the Devil went and said to the wolf "get up, my my power", and the wolf didn't move. The God then suggested: tell the wolf "get up, by God's power, and rest the Devil", but the devil said "get up, by my power, and eat God", and the wolf didn't move. After a couple more attempts, embarrassed, the Devil whispered "get up, by God's power". The wolf jumped to its feet and lounged at the Devil. It chased the Devil to an alder tree, and bit into their leg, forever staining alder trees red with the Devil's blood.

Gullin - Sword Spirit: a Wren (or goldcrest)

Note: in European folklore these two birds are often used interchangeably.

The usual story goes: the birds held a contest to choose their new king. The eagle was the clear favourite and everyone assumed it would win, but the wren nestled in its feathers and hitched a ride on it, until it couldn't fly any higher. Then it jumped off and flew just enough to win. This sort of underhanded cunning approach is right up Gullin's alley.

Also, look at this little thing, it's less than 4in/10cm long:

Ianim - Sword Spirit: [redacted]

Sorry! It's a bit of a spoiler, and he isn't willing to talk about it even to his closest friends. However, he also has a cool horse, a grey stallion called Cloud, sired by his Grandfather's Sword Spirit. And while his own Sword isn't all that powerful, he excels at everything related to horse riding.

Notable mentions:

Varré's Spirit is never specified, because I'd love for it to be a fluffiest, angriest pillow a Pallas cat, but alas, it's not native to Europe.

General Anthea, the Chief Strategist and the First Prince, who has a Sword controlling ice and is sometimes nicknamed the Prince of Ice, has a snow leopard. But again, not native to Europe.

General Erya the Ermine, the Army's spymaster, is a feisty little ferret.

#tag game #writeblr tag game #days of dusk #OCs as animals tag

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lab-trash · 1 year

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Peer Pressure Me Into Finishing This

Chapter 1/6- Megahertz

The only person Tecton had ever come out to formally was Ambrose, and that was so anything queer that occurred in his life could either be removed or edited.

That was about seven years ago.

Since then, Tecton has had a couple of small relationships with men. Ambrose just genderbent them, at Tecton’s request.

No one else knew about him, and that’s the way he liked it.

His secret identity, Samuel Alder, was actually a regular at a gay bar. Well, not technically gay bar, just a particularly inclusive bar.

Though the lack of ‘gay bar,’ label didn’t stop him from making out with some random guy in the alley behind the bar.

His name was Kevin or Kellen, something like that, with muscles and dark hair, taller than Tecton.

(He was beginning to think he had a type, this was sort of a pattern for him lately)

He tasted like cheap beer and cigarettes, which Tecton didn’t love, but it was well worth the feeling of being overpowered.

It was quite pleasant until he heard an explosion behind him. Well, it wasn’t really an explosion, more like a popping sound that ended up blowing trash from the dumpster everywhere.

“What a surprise,” He heard a familiar voice, recovering his ability to focus on anything after the throws of enjoyment he had just experienced.

“Fuck,” Tecton breathed, pushing Kelton or whatever out of the way, instinctively moving to protect him and getting in a fighting stance.

“You two know each other?” Kaiden asked, slightly breathless.

“Not surprised you didn’t tell this guy about me,” Megahertz grimaced.

“Yeah, because I always tell my hookups about my sworn enemy,” Tecton said sarcastically.

“Well, shouldn’t they know that you’re easily defeated,” Megahertz teased, and Tecton fought the heat rushing to his face.

“Oh, I figured that out pretty quickly,” Keanon piped in.

“You need to get out of here,” Tecton said, not taking his eyes off of Megahertz. “It’s dangerous.”

“What about you?”

“I can handle this,” He said, “I always do.”

Keyan hesitated, but fled back into the bar.

“How’d you find me?” Tecton asked, preparing himself for battle.

“Coincidence,” Megahertz admitted, crossing his arms. Tecton’s fighting stance softened.

“What?”

“Didn’t even realise it was you at first, just thought that it’d be funny to sneak up on a couple.”

“Not a couple,” Tecton thought it was important to mention.

“Right, hookup,” Megahertz said.

“Where were you going?” Tecton asked, thinking that it would lead to the context of the fight.

Megahertz just pointed at the building they resided behind.

“Oh…” Tecton said, his fighting stance finally falling completely. “You’re…”

“Queer? Yeah,” Megahertz said. He motioned to himself. “I’m wearing a dress, Tecton.”

The two shared a laugh before continuing the conversation.

“I didn’t know you were though,” Megahertz said, stepping closer.

(It shouldn’t have flustered Tecton so. It shouldn’t have made him want to let Megahertz pin him against the brick wall of the bar and overpower him outside of battle.)

“Well, I’m not like… properly out,” Tecton said. “That’s on purpose. I’m afraid that if people knew I wasn’t straight, it would tank the sales of my comics. We need the money.”

“What do you mean?”

“Comics fund our lives,” Tecton said, “Mighty Med mostly. It’s like taxes that we indirectly pay by putting our lives in danger.”

“Right,” Megahertz said, nodding. “You don’t mind me knowing though?” His tone was definitely meant to mess with Tecton’s head.

(It worked.)

“I-I mean, I don’t see why not. It’s not like you can out me to normos. My queer identity will never make its way into comics.”

“I don’t think you should really worry about it,” Megahertz admitted. “I mean, comics are mostly read by kids or life-long fans. I don’t think either of those demographics would leave you behind just because you like men.”

“Sure,” Tecton said.

“But, y’know, my parents left because I was queer, so I could be way off.”

This caught Tecton’s attention.

“What?”

“Yeah, I was kicked out at 18 because they found uh… Sensitive content under my bed containing men— exclusively men,” Megahertz admitted. Tecton bit back his laughter. “That’s when I had my accident.” He motioned to the metal on his face. “Well, not immediately, but soon after.”

“You were homeless?”

“Yeah,” Megahertz said, “I mean, why do you think I was in an abandoned power station? It was raining and I needed to sleep.”

“Oh,” Tecton said quietly. “I didn’t realise.” Megahertz let out a rough chuckle.

“It’s fine,” He said, “Although, if you’d read my origin comics, you would’ve known. Oh, wait. I don’t get origins because I’m a villain.”

“You can’t be salty over not getting comics dedicated exclusively to you when you literally try to kill people,” Tecton sassed, expecting an angry reply. Instead, Megahertz shrugged and nodded in defeat.

“Fair enough I guess,” He said. “So, this would probably be the issue explaining my backstory then, right?” Tecton laughed lightly.

“Yeah,” He said.

“But no one will ever read it? Because you’re sitting in your little closet like a pair of shoes that were gifted?” Tecton laughed, but nodded.

“Sorry,” He said halfheartedly. Megahertz stepped closer.

“I suppose I could make my peace with it.” Tecton swallowed, backing himself against the wall as Megahertz continued to step closer.

Megahertz leaned closer, but didn’t dare make any contact with Tecton without permission.

(Megahertz may be a villain, but he respects people’s bodies. Well, when he’s not fighting. And he hoped like hell that they wouldn’t be fighting this night.)

Tecton couldn’t help himself, and despite every part of his brain was demanding that he didn’t do this, he yanked Megahertz closer, finally giving in to these apparently pent up emotions.

His shoulders were promptly pressed against the cold bricks, forcing his hands to only really be able to reach Megahertz’ waist, not that he really minded. He enjoyed having his hips pressed against his own. Especially as he jerked down briefly.

Fuck, everything about this was wrong.

(But it just felt so right)

#mighty med #tecton #megahertz #techertz #5+1 #oh conner wrote another 5+1 what a surprise #lab rats elite force

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vulturevanity · 1 year

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I got so excited to finally talk to Iris again I completely forgot to make a post for yesterday so I'll have to make today's about POKEMON WHITE DAYS 7 AND 8. This gets long, fellas, get comfy.

We'd left off at the Desert Resort as I was about to go find the Dark Stone. Cher did chase after me there to yell that there was no way she'd let me go there alone, so we went in together. As expected, there were a lot of team Plasma grunts in the Relic Castle, but they were simple enough to beat. I thankfully didn't run into any ghosts this time, but Ghetsis was there rambling to Alder about how the Dark Stone wasn't there and how humans are bad or something, idk, I was too distracted thinking about who would have the Dark Stone. Cher suggested we check the Nacrene History Museum, since Relic Castle is an archeological diging site and everything found here ends up there. Ghetsis left, Cher said she'd take another look around just in case he was lying, and Alder and I made our way to Nacrene City.

And it turns out they did have the Dark Stone there! Cher is a genius. Both professors Juniper were there with Lenora, and Bianca with them, but no one knows how the stone works, so it's up to me to figure it out. Every adult around me was understandably upset that Unova's fate is at the hands of a teenager, but you know how it is with these journeys. Bianca looked like she was trying really hard to not show how scared she was, but I could tell. To be honest, this is all pretty scary. Alder eventually suggested I go to Opelucid City and talk to the dragon experts, and I agreed before he even finished talking because I'd been meaning to meet those two since we started the journey, before this whole mess. I'm just a huge fan of dragon pokemon, okay?! Besides, N told me to do the League to prove I'm on his level, so I needed the eighth badge anyway. Bianca said she wanted to at least accompany me there because she felt awful just sitting around waiting to hear news of me.

We flew to Icirrus and crossed the moors, Prince leading us across the water so we wouldn't fall into the deeper ponds. It was pouring, as it always is in the area, so we shared an umbrella and talked about our plans for the future. You know, after this mess is all over. I told her I've always wanted to visit Kalos and learn about their pokemon classification system: apparently they've been considering an entirely new pokemon type, and that sounds fascinating to me. She told me she'd been thinking about becoming a pokemon professor, so that sounds right up her alley. She said maybe we could go together one day -- all three of us, Cher as well. She'd surely be interested too, we agreed.

But even our talk didn't calm Bianca's nerves about me going all anime protagonist on N, so at Tubeline Bridge I challenged her to a pokemon battle, just to show her how far we'd both come. Despite her always saying otherwise, she's a really tough trainer! She knocked out two of my team and I had to switch around and heal before I eventually won. It took the edge off her shoulders, and after we dried off in the gate we spent the evening at the Shopping Mall Nine (it was too late in the day for me to challenge the eighth gym anyway, we decided to enjoy ourselves before we headed to an inn in Opelucid for the night). We tried to call Cher, but her crosstransciever wasn't taking calls (I guessed she was still scouring Relic Castle, there's no signal down there). Bianca said she'd check in on her the next day and we eventually made it to Opelucid to settle for the night.

I woke up the next day with a mild headache, took a tylenol and went straight to the gym to talk to the dragon experts about the Dark Stone. Meeting Iris again was wonderful, she's a delightful presence and Jasper loved her neck scritches (to Yuri's mild annoyance).

Drayden said the Legendary Pokemon will respond to one whose convictions are strong enough to change the world, which... had me concerned. I really don't want to be a part of this, I really don't want to have to fight someone who cares as much about pokemon as I do just because he's been fed some nonsense about trainers being bad. I'd love to be able to talk him out of this absurd plan of holding Unova hostage and forcing everyone to abandon their pokemon. I don't know if I have what it takes to awaken the Legendary Dragon. Iris then asked if I cared about my friends. I said yes, of course. She asked if I would do anything to keep them from having to live in a world where people and pokemon are apart. I said yes, but hesitated. She asked me to prove it in a battle against her, for the eighth gym badge. I smiled. I could do that.

And do that I did. Yuri wanted to go first for some reason (it was jealousy. Yuri was jealous.), and she did a good job wearing out Fraxure despite her resisting both of her attacks, but she was one level below and fainted first. Then Orion went out. He outsped and flinched the Fraxure, prompting Iris to use one of her max potions. Druddigon came next, and Orion managed to set up a Swords Dance without being Dragon Tail'd out of the arena, which I'm sure was the reason he was ready to sweep without fear. Druddigon was a little sturdy but she used Night Slash for some reason and got knocked out fast. Haxorus looked really scary, but a single crit +2 STAB Earthquake + soft sand oneshot her so hard I felt bad for her. Iris smiled. She said that if I still had doubts about whether I have what it takes, there was my answer. I got the eighth badge.

Leaving for route 10, Bianca and Cher caught up to me before I left for the Victory Road. Cher was really serious and challenged me to one last battle, saying she wanted to confirm something. Bianca was giggling to herself for some reason. We fought and, predictably, I won. She sighed in relief, and I asked what this was all about. Cher said she just had to make sure I'd win against N, because I had to be ready to save the world if we were going to travel to Kalos together in the future. She was so serious while saying that, Bianca and I couldn't help but laugh, which annoyed and flustered her, and she stomped out saying we were the worst. Bianca said she had to go with her because they had plans for the afternoon, but she gave me some revives for the last leg of my journey.

Gosh, I love those doofuses.

#pokémon #babbles #babs' pokemon white adventure #pokemon #reimagining these moments is so fun! i love being a creative actually

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THE FOLLOWING CHERRIOTS HAVE BEEN SUMMONED BY THE CANDY GIRL:

NOAH RUSSELL:

Hi, Noah! It's only hours before Lux Day, and I’m sure you’re absolutely itching for the holiday! I mean, it’s been nearly 365 days since you vanquished the Beast…Isn’t it time to celebrate? Before you do, I’d like to set up a little meeting between you and I. A mandatory meeting. Meet me tonight on Peacock Alley - that dark, dusty little alcove a few block down from the Drive-In? Say, 11:45 PM? Can’t wait for our chat, little Russell. See you soon.

ALICE ALDER:

Alice, Alice, Alice. I know your little secret’s been spilled, and it’s only a matter of time until other things start to come out too. Need a way out? A game plan? Maybe you just wanna fight about it a little, hm? Either way, I think it’s time we have a chat. I’ll meet you outside that little Pizza Palace beneath your apartment at 1:30 AM. I know, I know - it’s late. But I have prior engagements. Can’t wait to celebrate Lux Day with you!

THE RULES:

Both players will be required to write a starter for the Candy Girl at the location of her choosing! When she shows up, she’ll be in a disguise - covered in bandages like the Invisible Man, unrecognizable to your character by all means - but rest assured, it’s your tormentor. Noah nor Alice will be permitted to tell anyone about their meeting . These invitations are secret, and you must come alone. Attacking the Candy Girl is fair game, but beware of the consequences.

These threads must be finished by August 12th!

#noah russell #alice alder #the candy girl

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!!! Sky person :DDD

Xenogender: Duskwaygender

Names:

Molly

Rowan

Current

Tide

Riptide

Muse

Dance

Sunset

Sunrise

Twilight

Dawn

Rose

Ali (Pronounced alley)

Pronouns:

Sky/skys/skyself

Soft/softs/softself

Wave/waves/waveself

Tide/tides/tideself

Current/currents/currentself

Cloud/clouds/cloudself

Art/arts/artself

alder/alders/alderself

Bark/barks/barkself

Forest/forests/forestself

Storm/storms/stormself

Thunder/thunders/thunderself

Crack/cracks/crackself

Flash/flashs/flashself

Sing/sings/singself

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Tini Howard, Cian Tormey, Russell Walks, Troy Alders, Roger Langridge, and Jordan Thomas kick off Portsmouth Comic Con 2024's Artists Alley line-up

The team behind Portsmouth Comic Con have just announced the events first comics guests for their event next May

With its roots firmly based in comics, Portsmouth Comic Con, returning 11th – 12th May 2024 to the city’s Guildhall, prides itself on welcoming some of the finest artists and writers from across the industry to be a part of its stellar Artists Alley line-up each year, giving fans the chance to delve behind the scenes and meet the creators of their favourite works.First to be announced for Artist…

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#Cian Torney #downthetubes News #Jordan Thomas #Portsmouth Comc Con #Roger Landridge #Russell Walks #Star Wars #Tini Howard

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Poem of the Day 22 July 2023

The Shrubbery

BY WILLIAM COWPER

Oh happy shades—to me unblest!

Friendly to peace, but not to me!

How ill the scene that offers rest,

And heart that cannot rest, agree!

This glassy stream, that spreading pine,

Those alders quiv'ring to the breeze,

Might sooth a soul less hurt than mine,

And please, if any thing could please.

But fix'd unalterable care

Foregoes not what she feels within,

Shows the same sadness ev'rywhere,

And slights the season and the scene.

For all that pleas'd in wood or lawn,

While peace possess'd these silent bow'rs,

Her animating smile withdrawn,

Has lost its beauties and its pow'rs.

The saint or moralist should tread

This moss-grown alley, musing, slow;

They seek, like me, the secret shade,

But not, like me, to nourish woe!

Me fruitful scenes and prospects waste

Alike admonish not to roam;

These tell me of enjoyments past,

And those of sorrows yet to come.

#poetry #poem of the day #poem #William Cowper

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joeyskattebo · 2 years

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Through the Web part 14

proper eulogy, and no one wanted to embarrass themselves by pretending they did, the eulogy was done by the local priest. The few attendees that were there, were barely listening to the priest’s standard eulogy that was only his job to do; didn’t know Mr. Schmidt, was just another funeral and just another body in the ground. Those men who killed Alder were Nazis; they heard Alder was a communist, and then they found out he was gay. Filled with their hatred, they murdered Alder one evening in an alley behind the restaurant where he worked. They would heartlessly kill, death for death’s sake; ending life without a thought. Life and death are interchangeable, they ebb and flows all around us. All of these people: Chelsea Smith, John Bailey Jr., Fatima Jamali and Edward Schmidt were different people from different times and in one way or another were the same. We can see all the differences between things though we can’t always see all the connections between things; but they are there whether we can see them or not. All of us are touching even if we don’t feel it, through the web.

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polyglotcresswell · 2 years

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Dirk Cresswell Intro Post

( zexy , 28 , bst , he/him , n/a ) → diagon alley is home to many , a direct connection to the wizarding world , right in the centre of london , many people like DIRK CRESSWELL , spend majority of HIS time in the busy alley , people know him as the twenty one year old who is a past HUFFLEPUFF graduate , now WORKING as a GOBLIN LIAISON OFFICER , i think the role suits them perfectly as i think they are HOPEFUL but also they can be NAIVE , but that's just my opinion . ( RYAN POTTER )

Link to Biography - Here

More info under the cut! :D

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Dirk Cresswell Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Age: 21 Birthday: March 24 Bloodstatus: Muggleborn Sexuality: Bisexual (With a Strong Preference Towards Men) Occupation: Goblin Liaison Officer

WIZARDING INFORMATION:

Previous house: Hufflepuff

Wand: Alder wood. 12 ¾ inches. White River Monster Spine Core. (This was one of the very few wands in Olivanders that wasn’t made by him but instead traded with the American wand maker Thiago Quintana). Inflexible. Dirk owns an interesting wand with two key characteristics that reflect his personality: kindness and force. Alder wood wands tend to find owners who are considerate and likeable while the White River Monster Core provides a wand with forceful, yet elegant, magic. Dirk is incredibly attached to his wand because he sees it as a reflection of himself and treats it with the utmost respect and care, often polishing it and leaving it on a stand beside his bed at night.

Patronus: A Hedgehog. The first impression of an individual with a hedgehog patronus can be very deceiving. On the outside, they can first appear happy-go-lucky and kind, as well as slightly naive. They are optimistic individuals in the way they want to be happy and have the feeling rub off on others, but this is not who they are completely. Rather, they actually have a tough personality to them, and have the ability to fight and defend themselves. Do not take the for weaklings, because they certainty are not, and are much more perceptive than they appear.

Boggart: Himself but without the use of his voice. Dirk’s ability to speak is incredibly precious to him since it helps him connect with so many people. He dispelled it by having the boggart version of him start singing operetta’s in a high falsetto.

Affiliation: Neutral

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

Positive: Intelligent, Multilingual, Empathetic, Proactive Negative: Naive, Emotional, Vengeful, Flippant

KEY POINTS:

As of this point, Dirk is neutral in the ongoing conflict, focusing on his job in the Ministry and listening to the concerns of the man Creature and Being groups he’s close to.

HEADCANONS:

Dirk is a black belt in Akido. His father is Japanese and despite moving to London for work didn’t want Dirk losing his birth culture. So, every night he and his father bonded by running through movements, sparring with one another and the meetings became a safe space for the father and son to bond. Even now if he’s feeling bad about something Dirk will visit his parents and as his father to spar, then afterwards they’ll talk. While he’s only had to use the skills on a handful of occasions, he’ll never forget the look of shock on a schoolmate’s face when he disarmed them of their wand after they threatened to jinx his friend. Magic was powerful, but sometimes a little physical skill was needed too.

Dirk speaks eight languages. English, Japanese, Spanish, Latin, Gobbledegook, Mermish & some Gianttongue. He’d always had a gift for languages which he and his parents discovered when he was learning English after moving from Tokyo. He picked it up so quickly that they ended up buying his other books on language to encourage the skill. When he was in Hogwarts it saddened him that there were no language options and Professors Sprout and Dumbledore managed to find him a tutor for Gobbledegook and Mermish so that he could learn those alongside his usual classes. Now he’s got several friends in Mertribes and Goblin society and hopes to put his Gianttongue to use as well.

Dirk always dyes his hair a bright green. It’s not a fashion statement so much as he just really likes the colour. In one potions class the pair behind him hadn’t been paying as much attention as they needed to and their potion exploded, much of it landing on his head. The resulting mixture dyed his hair a vibrant green and when he saw his reflection Dirk found it suited him. Wanting to keep the colour led to a few arguments with both Hogwarts staff and his own parents but considering how well behaved he was in all other aspects both sides eventually gave in. It’s something of a trademark for him now and it makes him easy to spot around the Ministry.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

A ministry buddy would be great! Dirk’s super fun to be around and tries his best to keep other folks happy; plus there could be some fun beast/creature related shenanigans with him on board!

While he’s currently neutral in the conflict his language skills and relationships with goblins, merfolk, giants and centaurs could very useful to either side if someone wanted to recruit him :P

Dirk needs to have fellow muggleborn friends so they can go to the cinema and watch TV together!

I’d love is someone hated him and kept trying to put him down but it doesn’t work since he’s so relentlessly positive and turns everything they say into a compliment.

Dirk is one of the younger characters about (one of his few bits of canon lore puts him the year below Lily since they were in the Slug Club together) so an older muse wanting to semi-adopt a little green ball of happiness could do so!

#diagons.intro #Intro Post

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american, german and french forenames + american surnames

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#name stash #444names #444 names #dnd names #character names #random character names #markov namegen #markov name generation #markov #markov gen

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