#ash kreis | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

uten4 · 1 year

Note

ask game: wagner, chaos, & strix unib!! what ARE your favorite lines of theirs

MY THREE FAVES YAY!! But oh god... what ARE my favorite lines of theirs... this is going to be tough, but I'm up for the challenge. Thank you again for the asks beloved :3

Wagner

– Overall opinion of them: Screwed up kid who I love so much. Her dichotomy of being a vulnerable, sheltered girl who struggles with buying food or staying awake in class, and a completely ruthless killer... it's very interesting. She's so interesting. I'm hungry for her to have even more experiences and situations and develop from them. It was cool that they showed her opening up to new social situations and everyday independence, but I want the series to veer even deeper into her psyche. And ideally, to us, she would let go of her [internalized] racism :P

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: Lesbian :)

– Favorite moment in canon: Hmm... even though parts of it are kind of overplayed dialogue, the gist of which Wagner has a tendency to repeat, I think my favorite moment of hers might still be her monologues at the end of her arcade mode. The main reason is because you can see her shed a tear under her crumbling helmet, showing her humanity.

But looking back on it, it's super interesting in other ways... I want to look into the Japanese for this line later, but she seems to refer to all the people she has killed as friends, and hopes that their loneliness will be over now that she has released them, and will wield her blade in their honor...?! Definitely will need to think about that more.

Then, honestly, if it weren't for some of the confident voice-acting, I would say that all of Wagner's lines seem to show that she's losing mental stability here. I know it's necessary for writing purposes for a lot of the characters to talk to themselves, but in these scenes she addresses just SOOOO many people who aren't there. Especially Adelheid... oh my god. Now I'm remembering other parts of this game where Wagner directly addresses Adelheid, questioning her, appealing to her, when Adelheid presumably is in Germany and cannot hear her. And if she can hear her somehow then that's even worse maybe. Oh my god. I'm getting sad now just thinking about what a tremendous grip Adelheid must have on Wagner's psyche.

In these monologues Wagner insists that Licht Kreis needs her, Adelheid needs her. Her last line is "Show yourself to me. Re-birth of eternity, wielder of the ultimate manifestation. My existence as the sword is undeniable proof that you need me..." At first I wondered if she was addressing Kuon, since he's also on her hitlist, and he's associated so strongly with the word "eternity." But well... Adelheid also lives forever, is also a Re-birth. Wagner already insisted that Adelheid needs her. And now she is saying it again. She's so extremely desperate for recognition. UNDER NIGHTTTTTT. WHAT DID ADELHEID FREAKING DO TO WAGNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID LICHT KREIS DO TO HER!!!!!!!!!

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: I do not remember :'3

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: That one round-win line she has that's like "get up. Next I'll turn you to ash." Also every time she calls people dogs.

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: Orie!!!!!!!!!!! Their dynamic is so funky. It really brings out so many emotions in Wagner. And it says a lot about both of them. Love themmmm <333

– Sleeping headcanons: She sleeps on her stomach and snores.

– Favorite locations headcanon: This is so random but maybe pet stores. Maybe she likes petting the puppies. And if it's a rare pet store that has shrimp or snails I think she could like them.

Chaos

– Overall opinion of them: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. WHAT CAN I SAY. Like ok. I know he just seems like an average nerd character. And he's arrogant sure. And looks down on people all the time BUT he's so freaking funny and only gets funnier the more you think about him. The way he tries to seem logical but makes rash decisions ALL THE TIME just because he feels like it, and will also accept that just any supernatural thing is real. The way he's so cordial with insane and/or very dangerous people like MERKAVA and SETH. The way he casually implores Seth and Enkidu and anyone else to Please Not Fight Him. The way he tries so hard to not seem gay but is in fact so gay. He's constantly trying to get people to join Amnesia. He gave himself a dramatic villain name and decided he hated it like a month later. He's just so quietly and casually A CERTIFIED LITTLE WEIRDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His casual attitude in general is unironically so cool sometimes. Like I repeat he will go talk to the scariest people in this game like it's nothing to him. And often I do enjoy hearing him talk about his various intellectual interests and how much they mean to him ;~; It's a really good motivation also, you know? And I love his other major motivation... Gordeauuuuuuuu... it just really humanizes him to see him genuinely care so much about another person.

Also he is appearance-wise so so so so so so adorable *unhinges my jaw and bites him* And he pats his giant lizard dog on the head and speaks to him in the sweetest voice ever :)

I could say so many more things about Chaos lol I'm so happy that the writers for some reason decided to make sure he was showing up EVERYWHERE and waist-deep in the plot at all times and not just an accessory for Gordeau or Hilda he's so important and special <3 But he's also so irritating and annoying and unfair and evil and WHY DOES HE HOLD HIS GLASSES IN PLACE WHEN HE'S JUST WALKING AROUND????? UGHHHHHH

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: Cis bisexual man! ☀️💖💜💙☀️

– Favorite moment in canon: I CAN'T PICK AT ALL ACTUALLY I'M SORY. I'M WEAK. THERE ARE TOO MANY GOOD MOMENTS.

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: This art

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: Frick....... I'm obsessed with everything this man says that isn't just him insulting people. Sometimes the insults too. UMMM. Maybe it really is "But I digress, this lowly accoutrement to the beast is called Chaos," the beast being Azhi. I think that was the first line of his I saw that made me like "okay maybe I kinda love this character" LOL... not only did he actually humble himself, but he did it in the most pleasantly-phrased way possible. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH ;v;

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: HILDAAAAAA. And GORDEAUUUUU. And Enkidu and Seth <3

– Sleeping headcanons: Cuddle Gordeau often :') They also take turns waking each other up in the middle of the night with the dumbest randomest questions/comments/actions ever and getting annoyed at each other about it. Chaos started it.

– Favorite locations headcanon: HOME.

Strix

– Overall opinion of them: I'll copy-paste parts of something I told you one time bc I think it's a good summary of my feelings on her :)

STRIIIIIIIIIX…. She's so epic to me idk 💜 She's WAYYY deeper than she seems because average UNIB player will just see her and think of her as That Girl Who Follows Byakuya Around and maybe also conclude that she is his sister if they pay attention. BUT THEN YOU LOOK INTO THEIR STORY MODES AND REALIZE THERE'S A LOTTTT MORE TO HER SHE HAS HER OWN BACKSTORY AND MOTIVES COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM BYAKUYA… tbh UNIB writing team kind of popped off on that one 😔 In fact as you once said, they popped off harder on her story-wise than they did on MANY OF THEIR ACTUAL PLAYABLE CHARACTERS LOL.

I love Strix's feelings, her motivation to save Zohar ;-; And I like her attitude. Elegant and stoic but quietly stubborn, determined, sarcastic, full of restrained anger.

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: LESBIANNN 💖💖

– Favorite moment in canon: When she recklessly stands up to Hilda during the fight between Bankikai and Amnesia.

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: This art!

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: "I don't really care about my power. I can lose it for all I care. The only reason why I'm in Bankikai is because of Zohar. If Zohar went to Amnesia, I would have went there too."

Also "...That was pathetic, even for you. I hope that soft brain of yours doesn't cost us both our lives." And so many other sassy things she says. She's a veritable fountain of contempt.

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: ZOHAR. And BYAKUYA (except when it's creepy).

– Sleeping headcanons: I got nothing :')

– Favorite locations headcanon: A grassy hill somewhere ^_^

#i didnt get to share any trans headcanons during this whole ask game! well shoutout to trans icons Hyde and Orie and Nanase right now :D #op #unib #asks #under night

10 notes · View notes

francesderwent · 2 years

Text

another stancy playlist:

I can’t make you love me, bon iver

skinny love, birdy

hard feelings, lorde

favourite ex, maisie peters

we were happy, taylor swift

the way I tend to be (songbook version), frank turner

don’t you, taylor swift

fire and rain, james taylor

so good (acoustic), halsey

for now, p!nk

I should go, levi kreis

holding on and letting go, ross copperman

ashes and wine, a fine frenzy

there she is, frank turner

evermore, taylor swift

this love, taylor swift

#special shout-outs to the way i tend to be!!#which is so steve it hurts #and also a special shout out to for now #because a song about getting back together with your husband is *chef's kiss*

7 notes · View notes

umbylievable · 2 years

Text

OC Masterlist

Demons

Umbre Ishnabi - Demon Lord

Kehkna Ishnabi - King of Ishnabi

Yinde Ishnabi - Queen of Ishnabi

Michichi Ishnabi - Son of the Demon Lord

Ashe Ishnabi - Son of the Demon Lord

Meiyana Ishnabi - Daughter of the Demon Lord

Gaja Faebre - Wolf Tribal Leader

Cameron Lakeishi - Lead Diyande Kuum

Christien Trace - Exorcist

Astheron Torquen - King of Cats

Svallan Parciva - Queen of Whales

Hanbe Nyal - Anointed One of Serpents

Nyal Feth - Beloved of Hanbe

Rydanthium Overcourt - High Priestess of the Church of Yzzbet

Therin Thorkin - Lord of Bears

Mikka Daubbin - Lady of Birds

Lycanthe Lycabre - High Howler of Wolves

Morose Konkorda - Queen of Rats

Prier Ayundais - Vashullan Stag

Kith Auchokoven - Queen of Foxes

Manni Rae - Lady of Leporidae

Urdun Forre - Queen of Dragons

Arlethon Baudinia - Lord of Bats

Baeluun Nadinne - Governor of Elephants

Adi La Jonkil - Demon Lord’s Consort

Damien Damifyeno - Smuggler

Matthew Damifyeno - Smuggler

Hargrave Damifyeno - Smuggler

Orchid Damifyeno - Priestess of the Church of Yzzbet

Amnivelle Svellet - Deristian Lord’s Wife

Heil Da Marr - Actress, Activist

Evyrmir Fraun - Actor, Activist

Isze Abrenauven - Inventor

Tuyet (last name expunged)

Deristians

Briton D’Avershiya - Deristian Lord

La’Sol A’Lavonshi

Krey Thorne

Derek A’Dennia

Isaac L’Avershon

Charlotte L’Shaun

Scott L’Aubren

James L’Dasson

Jackson L’Dasson

Russell L’Jorne

Kendall L’Jorne

Olivia L’Rasson

Alejandro L’Mira

Joseph L’Revlin

William L’Shaun

Marisol L’Naunin

Gods

Alec

The Drist

Yzzbet

Manna

Luun

Brennae

Aifiehr

Miscellaneous

Joss Byzantan

Zweihander Austin

BJ Hudson

Jenny Shaffer

Bebe Reese

Ringo Byzantan

Reina Byzantan

Dwayne Austerlitz

Sabel Austerlitz

Gabriella Mason

Brooklyn Byzantan-Austin

Leila Byzantan-Hudson

Zion Byzantan-Austin

Anja Reyes

Theo Reese

Noah Shaffer

Mei White

Yuki White

Sierra Williams

Tiana Williams

Tiara Williams

Lollie Newsome

Misha

Dmitrii

Dragon Age Fancharacters

Xavaleinn

Dawn

Anthony

Rajiva

Peony

Kassaanda

Smith

Comedian

Commander

Alkata

Stairs Ashaad

Ajaaya

Badger

Cricket

Druffalo

Nugget

Herah

Yasmina

Kosti

Nazaari

Faith

Killer

Mica

Mona

Honey

Setup

Seven

Autumn

Demar

#flipping kitchens #sorry for stretching out your dashes but I need this to not be under a readmore

4 notes · View notes

molebradry · 2 years

Video

youtube

Playlist: https://bit.ly/3rX8MCW Erika Wagner EXS of Incandescence: Flame Tyrant The Strongest of Licht Kreis, the "Flame Tyrant" She annihilates. Enveloped in the inherited scorching flame. Admires the name of the clan. Takes an oath of the eternal loyalty to Adelheid. Without forgiving herself. Without loving herself. She only exerts her sword. Even when goddess smiles upon, her soul is bound to battlefield. Treads on the ash of the dead, waits for the judgment at the endless battlefield. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Support Me On Ko-Fi: https://ift.tt/vz8fUAB Subscribe to Me: https://goo.gl/Jb4xtm Most Recent Upload: https://goo.gl/CcnPeH Most Popular Upload: https://goo.gl/id51qE Twitter: http://goo.gl/GjHNP -------------------------------------------------------------------- #UNICLR #GamingMole #Wagmer

#IFTTT #YouTube

0 notes

sadsagittarius96 · 6 years

Text

July 9th Tunes

I Should Go - Levi Kreis (okay, anybody in the Vampire Diaries fandom knows this song by heart, but Delena shippers uniting aside, this song is beautiful. I’ve been listening to it for years, but kind of forgot about it until recently. I love putting it on quietly, closing the blinds, dimming the lights, and writing some angsty scenes in whatever I’m currently focusing on, so I highly recommend it to writers that want to get some emotional scenes pumped out)

Goodbye See You Never - bodie (a song hella easy to relate to when you find out that someone isn’t who they said they were but set to a bumping beat that isn’t quite for the club, but definitely something you can swing your hips to. Nothing incredible, but fun to drive to and some decent lyrics. I also really loved the cover art for the song on Spotify)

Honey, Honey - From Mamma Mia! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Amanda Seyfried, Ashley Lilley, Rachel McDowall (okay, so I have been on a HUGE Mamma Mia! kick recently because I’m am so fucking excited for the second one to come out. I’ve watched the first one literally every other day for the past two weeks. I was always really into it, but the announcement of the second one being released kicked that in overdrive. Who doesn’t love a little ABBA? There are definitely songs on the soundtrack that I could skip over or have to be in a specific mood for, but Honey, Honey is a total bop. Not only is it the song that really starts off the movie, showcases Amanda’s vocals, and has absolute beautiful shots of the island, but it’s also so fun to dance around your room to. 10/10 would recommend)

Coloring - Kevin Garrett (apparently this playlist has a theme of sad songs minus some Mamma Mia! but holy balls this song....I fell head over heels in absolute love with this song the first time I heard it. His voice is like drizzled honey over a bowl of strawberry yogurt sprinkled with your favorite granola. It’s so vibey and I’m literally never not in the mood to listen to it. It puts you in the mood to put on a big sweater, make a mug of something hot, and sit in a little book nook window seat to stare out at the leaves falling along with the rain, but it doesn’t immediately make you want to sob and text your ex, so that’s good)

#playlist #daily playlist #tunes #songs #song suggestions #music #levi kreis #bodie #mamma mia!#amanda seyfried #ashely lilley #rachel mcdowall #kevin garrett #i should go #goodbye see you never #honey honey #coloring #b’s bops

16 notes · View notes

theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 2 years

Note

Hi! For the 12 days, no. 8 and Din w/ f!reader please? I can imagine his armor would be too cold to keep on 👀

Things We Reveal In The Dark

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Prompt: #8 - The power is out and we need to cuddle for warmth.

Warnings: None.

A/N: So for some weird reason this ask wouldn't show on my phone so thank fuck I decided to treat myself to a laptop! Also this completely went the opposite way to what I expected but I enjoyed it and I'm considering expanding on these two characters further.

You’d warned him not to come after you - told him, sweet as syrup, that you would lead him to hell and back if he didn’t ditch your puck and forget the bounty on your head. He’s the only one you’ve been unable to shake - every other bounty hunter to take up the task to detain you has either given up or died, whether by the treacherous places you choose to inhabit or by your own hand.

But not this one.

He’s different - your Mandalorian shadow - smarter, more calculating and controlled than those who take the jobs to stoke a power complex and often meet a violent end as payment for their ego. He’s in it for the credits, it’s nothing personal he tells you and you believe him, at least maybe until you dance just out of his leather-gloved reach just one too many times with a delighted grin - a teasing wink and the honey-sweet purr of your voice on the wind. Better luck next time Mando.

Yeah, he comes for you a little bit harder after that - loses that professional detachment piece by piece as every meeting that follows feeds the charged tension growing between you, each new spark of contact painted with just a touch more ferality than the last.

Now it’s a challenge.

There’s no discussion anymore, any attempt at reasoning a simple, quiet capture long forgotten because you’ve initiated this little game of cat and mouse through the galaxy and apparently woken something within the previously stoic hunter. He attacks quick and ruthless when you’re hiding on Maldo Kreis - a ghost in the shadows of the darkest frost-bitten cavern you could find - sure there was no chance he would follow you here, let alone find you, until he’s suddenly right there. Behind you, snatching at your waist and yanking you tight against the sharp, broad width of his chest.

He’s got you locked to him - thick arms like a band of steel around you as the clasp of worn leather encircles your wrists before your fingers can so much as twitch in the direction of your weapons. You buck and writhe but it’s useless, he’s too large - heavy with muscle and the strength of his armour hunched over your frame. If only you could have a moment to think - slightly difficult with him crushed to you in a way that makes your already racing pulse jump erratically - you can’t throw your head back like you normally would, there’s no soft flesh or fragile bone for you to hit, just unforgiving metal that promises the worst fucking headache known to man if you decide to be so rash.

You take in a steadying breath and test the waters but it’s like he can sense your thoughts. Like he’s so deeply attuned to how you think after spending maker-knows how long following you through the galaxy. Any ideas you have are burned up, turned to ash and carried away on the icy wind the moment you enact them as he blocks and parries every single attempt to hit out at him, keeping a secure hold on you despite your savage clawing and kicking. And it’s not until your muscles ache, your breath hitched on a quiet pant whilst you sag back into him that to add insult to injury, you realise his grip on you isn’t as restraining as it should be. It’s almost light - gentle even - taunting.

He’s trailing soft circles over the tender skin of your wrists, the rise of his chest deep and even against your back. Everything about him is calm, collected - self assured and bordering on smug. He knows you can’t get away from him, that he’s got you for good this time and is simply amusing himself by watching you jerk and thrash and snarl in fury.

“Fuck.” You huff.

He chuckles then - the sound like rough velvet and it’s impossible to not give in to the shudder trying to slip over your spine, to lean back into him when he presses closer and dips his chin to your shoulder - the cold kiss of beskar against your cheek and the deep rumble at the back of his throat drifting through the modulator in his helmet to curl around your ear like smoke.

“Better luck next time mesh’la.”

That fucking voice.

But now it’s your turn to be smug.

After all there’s a reason you chose a planet like Maldo Kreis to hide on - it’s not like you're here for the entertainment, although watching the typically quiet Mandalorian grow steadily more agitated as his ship fails to regain power has been quite the satisfying experience for your wounded pride.

He might have caught you unaware but the capture is only half of his mission and it’s looking pretty impossible for him to complete the remaining part when he has no way of hauling your ass out of here. You’re at a stalemate - the arctic climate working in your favour to trap him whilst he’s been preoccupied trapping you.

There’s ice everywhere - creeping through the Crest like webs of frosted glass - burrowing inside the already temperamental mechanics of such an old ship and with the loss of light as the dark stretch of night slips in there’s no sign of things being fixed before morning at least. Something that you're sure has already become irritatingly obvious to him given the way he stomps back and forth as he secures your home for the evening.

With every piercing howl of frigid wind that cuts through the cockpit he curses - his shoulders tensing that much harder and tone dragged through with grit as he hastily shoves another threadbare blanket into your lap when you begin to shake before throwing himself into the pilot’s seat and trying the controls again with no more result than he had ten minutes ago.

“You need to stay warm.” He casts a sideways glance at you, grunts. “Otherwise you’ll die before we get off this fucking planet.”

You blink in surprise before grinning through the click of your chattering teeth. “ I didn’t realise you cared, Mandalorian.”

He goes silent - his helmet tilting an inch as he stares at you but your eyes are drawn to the minute twitch of his fingers on a switch - the soft creak of leather as his hands subtly flex and clench whilst he watches you watch him until a thick tension blooms in the air. When he eventually breaks it - slashes through it like a knife through a balloon full of water making you nearly gasp as if you’d been drowning within it - his words are detached, clipped, and maybe you’d believe them if it wasn’t for the echo of a strain they’re shaded in.

“I get paid less if you’re dead.”

“Right, yeah of course - that’s what it is.”

It only grows colder - the type of chill that hooks into your bones and bites deep.

And Mando must see it on your face - the discomfort - the stabbing ache of your insides turning to brittle glass beneath your skin - because he’s suddenly on his feet. Grabbing your wrist in the broad circle of his hand and dragging you quickly behind him - balling the blankets beneath his other arm as he leads you to an enclosed nook with a thin mattress inside.

You both seem to stare at it for a short cluster of awkward seconds before he gestures towards the bunk - a jerking, almost insecure movement that you gather is from showing you something so mundane, yet so personal. And you get it. It’s becoming more difficult to simply see him as your hunter and you his bounty when he’s giving you all of this - his protection and his kindness (even if it is buried deep under a mountain of grumpiness) and now the place where he’s most vulnerable. It makes your gut twist strange, creates an odd tickle in your chest and draws a shaky breath past your lips as he clears his throat.

“It’ll be warmer for you in here.” He mutters. “Get in and close it after you.”

You frown. “What about you?”

He makes a non-committal noise - a shrug. “I’ll be in the cockpit if you need me.”

“You can’t be serious?” You protest, concern bleeding through your tone before you can bite your tongue and a chirp of disbelief sounding from the back of your throat when he stares at you blankly in return. “Maker, Mando it’s practically frozen over in there, are you trying to tell me you’d prefer to suffer a miserable, icy death in that pilot chair rather than share a bed with me?”

That startles him - visibly - somewhat comically - this warrior, who’s imposing presence can terrify so many, choking on an abrupt cough before he shifts uncomfortably enough to convince you he’d rather bolt right this fucking instant than answer that question. Hs reaction makes you wonder if he’s ever just simply shared a bed with someone or if that’s a tenderness he can’t allow himself to indulge in his line of work, your treacherous mind conjuring a hazy, soft edged image of him wound around you, of all those sharp edges moulded to the velvet plush of your skin as his hands stroke your cheek, your arms, your belly.

Fuck, okay that’s enough of that.

There’s a flush of heat blooming in your face before it’s thankfully snatched away by the sting of ice in the air. Mando is quiet - the pitch dark blankness of his visor trained on you before his fingers twitch and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“It’s not th- I don’t- it’s not necessary. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” He eventually murmurs but he sounds different than before - huskier.

You gulp as it slides over you - as that tension from earlier in the cockpit seeps between you once again, thick enough to make your skin itch and your lungs feel tight and if you don’t break it now you might do something very, very, stupid.

So you joke instead “Isn’t sharing body heat like the first rule of survival in this kind of situation? It’s because I’m a bounty isn’t it? Well then I hope the bastard who sent you after me didn’t plan on gloating when you take me back - he’ll probably have to defrost me first.

He moves towards you - a single step before he seems to restrain himself, amusement briefly colouring his tone. “He did say I could bring you in warm or bring you in cold, my choice.”

“Ah so you chose the ice cube option, wonderful.”

In response he nearly makes you swallow your own damn tongue - he reaches for you and cups your chin - brushes the skin just below your lip with his thumb as his voice pitches to a low rasp.

“No, I prefer you warm.”

Oh. Maker help you.

He relents after that - after your eyes go round and wide and your breath shudders from your lungs. You had almost swayed into him, your fingers itching to curl into his cape and pull him to you as things better left unsaid clogged up your throat, the beginnings of molten pleas that you shouldn’t be asking someone who intends to hand you over for credits.

That effectively douses you in cold water - the reminder of what you are to one another - enough for you to take a step back out of his reach and attempt a strained smile when his hand drops and silence stretches between you.

“So are we bunking together or not because I’d really like to get some sleep sometime soon.” You say flippantly.

And it’s not exactly a lie - you are exhausted, bone-tired from everything that has lead to this moment right here - but you know Mando picks up that it’s not the full reason for your abrupt reroute of the conversation - the unnatural lilt in your voice as you strive to appear unaffected by his touch - the heat coiling in his words

His visor is on you, the blankness of it somehow piercing as he regards you - tries to figure you out. To decipher what’s made you shift and draw in on yourself when you’ve always been so unflinchingly honest with him. But this is different, this is something you can’t be upfront about because where that path could lead is not somewhere you can go.

“Sure,” He finally says. “If you’re okay with it, if it’s what you want.”

It isn’t, not even close.

There’s something you hadn’t considered when opting to share such a tight space with a fully armoured Mandalorian - something that would have been great crossing your mind before your skin felt like it wanted to peel itself back from the searing pain that comes with touching frosted metal.

Beskar, like other metals, turns excruciatingly cold when exposed to such a glacial climate - a fact you miserably discover when Mando slides in next to you, the length of his body - that chill-bitten armour - pushing close to your back.

“Fuck, fuck, stars that’s fucking cold.” You hiss, your body bowing and twisting in a desperate attempt to get away.

But there’s nowhere for you to really go in what’s essentially a narrow hole in the wall, the ridiculousness of the situation eventually getting the better of you as the two of you try everything you can think of to not be in some kind of contact. It’s a drawn out few moments of wriggling - of practically trying to crawl up the wall amongst the echoes of your startled noises everytime you feel that shock of cold and Mando’s guilty muttering of “shit, sorry.”

You start laughing, you can’t help it - a delirious giggle spilling past your lips. He’s a Mandalorian and you’re a criminal - you both have this reputation that makes you formidable, makes people think you're tough - dangerous - if only the galaxy could see you now. You feel like teenagers. Especially when after a moment of stunned silence he joins in, a low, warm chuckle that grows into a beautiful, true laugh, drifting through his modulator to wrap around the pounding flesh of your poor, unsuspecting heart.

How can someone’s laugh be that fucking attractive.

Nope, no, not going there - focus.

“Okay, this obviously isn’t going to work.” You mumble, sensing him turn to you in the dark when you sit up and pass a weary hand over your face. “I’ll go sleep in the cockpit.”

“No.” There’s the sound of him moving then his fingers catching yours - the heat of him radiating through the leather. “You said it yourself, it’s frozen over, there’ll be no way for you to stay warm enough - I’ll go.”

And here we go again.

You roll your eyes, a teasing edge to your voice. “Mando I’m not kicking you out of your own bed - I might have some questionable morals but I’m not that rude.”

He snorts before his hand jerks. Stilling at the short, hesitant slide of your fingers up and down his - the motion of it tangling them together further as he inhales sharply. “A thief with manners - cute.”

“I try.”

They both slip into silence then, falling quiet to the gentle exploration of the other’s hand - the swell of warmth blooming outwards from the links of their fingers to encase them whole.

He’s watching you - not that you can see - but you can feel his gaze, the weight of it trailing over and over and over every inch of your being until you feel almost certain he’s somehow managed to see inside of you too. All the soft fleshy parts, the fears and the insecurities, the secrets you bury deep along with those thoughts you have about him.

“I could take it off.” He says quietly.

What?

You're confused for a few seconds, your brain attempting to backtrack the last few moments for something you must have missed whilst you were too far in your own head. "Take what off?"

He swallows hard. "The armour." He murmurs. "I could take it off if it would make you more comfortable."

Oh.

That punches you somewhere deep, knocking the breath right out of your lungs as you whip your head in his direction to stare at him, incredulous. You don't know much about his culture, just tales and rumours, but you're positive that what he's offering to do for you is no small thing.

"I thought that was forbidden for a mandalorian." You whisper.

"We don't remove the helmets." He replies softly, clears his throat as he crinkles the sheets in the tense, iron grip of his other hand. "But it's our choice to remove the rest of the armour in front of another."

You allow that to sink in for a moment, a little dizzy with it - this trust he's willing to tentatively slip into the trembling cup of your hands despite the muddied history you share, the time you've spent not necessarily as enemies but certainly rivals.

"I don't - I'm not - I, fuck," He's struck you completely fucking dumb, tongue tied in some impossible knot with his waiting gaze fixed upon you. "I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with." You manage to breathe out eventually.

His fingers draw away from you and your mourn the loss, the sudden emptiness as your heart drops somewhere by your toes.

Have you upset him? Offended him somehow?

But no, there's the faint brush, a whisper, of leather over the swell of your cheek almost to quick to recognise before he's moved by you and opened up the cosy little nook to the blistering chill.

He cuts a terrifying figure as he looms over you but when he speaks his tone is gentle, shy almost.

"I want to."

Is it rude to look or is it somehow more rude to look away?

Fuck, you don't know.

You quickly decide when he begins the process of removing the armour, choosing to fix your gaze to your lap because it seems like the right thing to do, respectful. For a Mandalorian you imagine removing the armour is like removing a layer of their being, baring themselves in some significant way that isn't simply just physical.

It feels private - vulnerable and intimate - and you don't want to cheapen the moment by gawking at him like he's some exhibit in a museum.

When the final clink of metal hitting the floor fades into an echo there’s a rushed exhale to follow - an expulsion of relief-tinged anxiousness - that you subconsciously mirror. You wonder if his palms are a little slick like yours, if his heart rate is that little bit too quick to try and convince himself that this isn’t going to change something monumental in whatever your relationship is.

“You can look at me.” He says gently - touched through with a whisper of fear. “I’m pretty sure you won’t turn to stone or something.”

It defuses the tension you’re brewing within your own bones just enough that your lips quirk slightly, your eyes flicking up before you can stop yourself and then you’re biting into the thick of your tongue until the coppery taste of your own blood floods your mouth just to prevent the gasp rattling in your throat.

He’s just as breathtaking as he is with the armour - maybe even more so. Because now in addition to the broadness of him - the curves and ridges of his thick muscular body that you’ve witnessed exhibit a type of strength that can be explained as nothing short of intensely powerful - there’s just this smidge of softness to his makeup now, this glimpse of him that is so obviously human and so heart-stoppingly endearing that it feels like a herculean effort to not reach out and touch him.

It feels like your heart is jammed up in your windpipe as you offer a shaky smile - a timid offering of reassurance. “Good to know you actually have a body.” You muse, lips splitting into a broader grin when the Mandalorian seems to stare at you in a way you read as utterly confused. “I was beginning to think you might just be a soul attached to the armour or something.”

He’s silent, a blank slate - but then after a few beats he huffs, drawls exasperated and somewhat fond. “You have some fucking imagination, you know that.”

You wink at him, patting the flimsy mattress beside you teasingly. “If you hurry up and get in here before I turn into an ice block, I’ll tell you some other theories I’ve had.”

“Can’t wait.” He remarks dryly, dipped in the shine of a grin.

He climbs back in - closes the hatch and slides up to stretch himself alongside you and then it’s like neither of you dare move. You lay side by side with only the faint sounds of your breathing and the burning heat of his arm nudged up against your own to convince you this is really happening.

And when you shiver he feels it reverberate through his own body, rolls onto his side in this tight little space where the action of it brings him close enough that had he been helmetless, he would be able to watch the way his breath stirred the long sweep of your lashes.

“Are you still cold?” He asks.

“Just a little.”

He makes a soft noise of an acknowledgement before you feel movement against the mattress - the slide of fingers over the sheets as he reaches to tangle them with your own and tug slightly.

“Come here.”

Your heart stills, seizes up, and then fucking pounds like the heralding cry of a war drum. Yet your body has a mind of it’s own - his words are a warm, low rumble through his chest sinking into the vital parts of your own, hooking into clumps of tissue to reel you into him. And you go - of course you do - because whatever power you have, whatever innate strength the maker gifted you at birth, it was clearly never meant to hold up against him. Not when he asks you like that.

You go like you were made to do so and he seals himself around you like he was born to fit with you. And in the perfect pitch dark off the cot the simple act of it is everything. It’s the heat of him at your back, ridges of firm muscle pressed tight to the curve of your spine and the way you move in time with his every soothing breath. It’s his chin notched atop your head, the fact it’s somehow weirdly comforting when he speaks and it vibrates through the base of your skull.

It’s his hands. Stars, his hands. He gives you his bare hands and they steal your breath away, these hands that have dealt pain and death - calloused with unsavoury deeds yet still so lovely - threading through your own with a gentleness you could never imagine he was capable of had you not felt it firsthand.

All of it feels so soul-shatteringly natural - and that, you think, is the scariest fucking thing in the galaxy.

You absolutely cannot allow this, it’s impossible this amount of peace in his arms without having to tear some part of yourself and leave it behind when you inevitably decide to make your escape again. And you don’t want to give any more pieces of yourself out into the galaxy, to someone who could take that piece and tear it to shreds, roll it in glass and set it on fire until there’s nothing but ash.

You are a criminal and he is a bounty hunter - how else could this possibly end.

Move away. Just move away from him now and you'll be fine, there’s no damage done yet.

But it’s like he can sense your unease - your sudden desperation to flee. “Sleep.” Mando chastises softly. “I can practically hear your brain whirring.”

“But what about all the theories I promised to enlighten you with.” You struggle to keep your tone light, praying he doesn’t notice and it seems like maybe for once today, luck is on your side.

There’s the huff of his laugh as he curls around you tighter and squeezes your hands between his. It’s so fucking tender that you feel like sobbing. “Tomorrow. You can tell me all the theories you want tomorrow.” He murmurs - brushes a thumb over your knuckles. “Sleep now mesh’la.”

And because it’s warm, because you feel safer than you have in a long damn time, lulled by the deep, rhythmic breaths at your back, you do. You tell yourself that this is fine, that it’s just one night in his arms.

No harm can come from just one night.

Right?

Main taglist: @autumnleaves1991-blog @ecuadorlady @readsalot73 @acourtofsnakes @justanotherblonde23 @tiffanyblew @alexmarie29 @simsiddy @dihra-vesa @gingerbreadandpaper @sleep-tight1 @prettylilhalforc @mstgsmy @wildmoonflower

Pedro Taglist: @outlawedmando

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfic #mando x you #mando x reader

660 notes · View notes

astraljedi · 3 years

Text

Oblivion | Part I (The Mandalorian)

Summary: The Mandalorian was summoned to Nevarro by Greef Karga for a specific quarry after one of his favorite hunters is presumed dead.

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader (she/her)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mention of death, lost of memory, violence, blood, abuse, curse words, drugs and some traumatic shit. ALSO SOFT DIN

Word count: 3K+

A/N: I’m new to the Star Wars fandom and to be honest I’m a little scared posting this. Please don’t scream at me if I made any mistakes, I’m still catching up with everything. Also, this is going to be a two part story and It has taken me about three days to fully finish the first part, so I hope you guys enjoy and happy new year’s eve!

The warm volcanic air of Nevarro greeted The Mandalorian as he exited the Razor Crest and headed towards de cantina to meet with Greef Karga. As per usual, everyone's eyes landed on the shiny beskar helmet while The Mandalorian quietly walked by himself with his Amban sniper rifle on his back.

Walking into the busy cantina, Mando moved towards Karga, sitting on the room's far end. "Mando!" Karga greeted him, ushering him to sit down on the opposite seat before Karga.

"What's the job?" Mando asked, cutting straight to the point and skipping the "friendly" welcome. Karga sighed, his hands landing on the beverage on the table.

"Right to the point, okay." Karga began. The Mandalorian watched through his visor at the man before him, who leaned in closer, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on the private conversation.

"No offense, but you're one of my faithful hunters who knows how to get the job done, no questions asked. But I also have my favorite hunter, similar to you, without the beskar armor." Karga announced, his eyes wandering around the others surrounding them inside the cantina. He didn't want to drive more attention to the table, more than its already been drawn by the beskar armor. "She's strong, straightforward forward, and never fails me. Reasons why I gave her the quarry only her or you could've handled, especially when the rich would pay any amount to end any theft from their fortune. You were away with other pucks, and she was free, so I gave it to her."

"Let me guess, she failed you, and now you need me to do the job?" Mando sighed under his helmet, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We presume she's dead; some members of the Guild found her ship raided and full of blood. It's a loss we all felt deeply, which you don't see a lot in here. She cared for everyone, and it rubbed off on some of us. Her death is on that quarry's life, and I count on you to avenge her death." Karga was resting his back on his seat, waiting for a response from the hunter in front of him.

"Do I need to bring them in alive?"

"No, only bring the body for confirmation." Karga disclosed, sliding the puck over to Mando with the tracking fob. "It's double the amount of what I originally offered. It's going to be a heavy payday for you, Mando."

"She was that good, huh?" The Mandalorian stood up from his seat, hanging the sniper rifle again behind his back. He was a bit curious about the girl and how comparable she was to him.

"You might have seen her before. She used to work here from time to time in the cantina. And now that I think of it, one time you came here to meet with me, and she was serving me the drinks that day." Karga remembered, and so did The Mandalorian. "The bounty's last known location was Maldo Kreis. Good luck, Mando."

On the way back to his ship, Mando was deep in his thoughts. He remembered that day very clearly.

He remembered the girl. How could he forget?

"I don't want to be rude, but I would offer you a drink, but I know you can't take that shiny bucket off." Y/N chuckled, grabbing Karga's empty cup to replace it with a new one full of spotchka. She had watched him arrive earlier into the cantina; her older brother used to talk about The Mandalorians when they were children. She had never seen one in person before. She watched him glide through the people in the cantina towards Karga, how only a few dared to look at the man in the beskar, and others had their eyes on the floor. Too scared to even look at the feared hunter.

Karga chuckled at her comment before taking a sip of his new drink. Mando tilted his helmet at her in curiosity. She wasn't intimidated by him and made a light joke about his armor.

When The Mandalorian didn't answer, she sighed and looked away from the tinted T shaped visor. Y/N walked away with Karga's previous empty cup and headed towards another table to serve them with her funny jokes instead, where others will appreciate them.

Thankful for the helmet, he heard Karga tell him about the previous bounty Mando had captured, how he never disappoints in getting the job done. "You might give my favorite hunter a run for her credits." Karga joked, emptying his second drink of the day. But The Mandalorian's eyes followed the girl. She was behind the bar now, laughing with her other customers as she leaned herself on the counter. Her mid-length dark hair bounced around every time her shoulders moved from her laughing and her tiny figure moving around the back of the spacious bar, gliding through without a hassle. "Y/N! Get your pretty face over here with another refill, sweet face." Mando's eyes shifted to the very drunk customer far away from the bar where Y/N stood.

She laughed at the drunken state he was, filling up his cup with some water instead, cutting him off from his usual drink. "That's enough for the evening, Gyan. You have a family to get to, remember?" Her sweet voice passed right him, the sweet scent from her hair hitting him with a whiff.

Y/N, now the girl who he watched over had a name.

Many people were intimidated by the beskar armor, but she didn't even flinch from making a joke about it. Even after he didn't answer her, she didn't shake in fear, and she walked away disappointed. Was she expecting something else? The Mandalorians came across as cold and people of not many words. She knew that, but deep down, she didn't believe it entirely from all the stories others would tell about them and their creed.

Mando landed on the ice planet two days ago.

Tracking down the bounty was surprisingly too easy, Mando thought. The tracking fob immediately started going crazy on the first day while he hunted around the planet. Once he found him, he watched his every move.

Not only did he want to assure a good plan, but he also wanted to figure out how the girl got herself killed for a simple quarry that didn't even bother hiding.

Maz was wanted for theft, and he owned a lot of people's credits. The usual. Maz had the same routine strangely; he visited the markets early, creating chaos with innocent villagers, and then spent the rest of the day in a cantina with possibly other bounty's.

One of the things Mando noticed first was that Maz wasn't ever alone. He always had to be surrounded by people to praise him and make sure he felt he had the power. Maz still had six guards with him. Four of them guarded the outside. While two were by the back of the cantina, the others guarded the front door. And that left the Maz and two other bodies with him inside.

Mando could quickly grab the guards in the back successfully and then attack the ones in the front before dragging them with the rest of the bodies behind the cantina. He liked those odds.

Part of his evening entourage, he brought one woman with a metal neck collar hooked on to a chain for him to drag her around like some pet. The woman had barely any clothing on for the shivering weather, and it was torture and cruel.

They had her wearing a tiny leather top that did nothing to hide the purple bruises on her neck and shoulders. Mando also noticed marks that could only be caused by a whip on her exposed back. She also wore a torn skirt that didn't cover much of her barely functioning legs. But Mando never saw her face. They always dragged her around with a bag over her head.

The Mandalorian prepared for his attack on the third day. As planned, he managed to seize the men on the back of the cantina without any problems. And then he followed with the other two guards by the front door. Maybe the guards were for appearances because they went down quickly and quietly, or The Mandalorian was that good. Mando swiftly dragged both bodies towards the back and huddled all four of them in a pile against the bar's walls.

The cantina's door unlatched and revealed The Mandalorian standing under the frame while the snow flew into the cantina. Immediately, all eyes were on Mando as his eyes scanned the place, looking for Maz. The air in the cantina stiffened at The Mandalorian's presence. Every single pair of eyes followed him while he proceeded to take a seat by the bar, a safe distance to the corner of the room where he spotted Maz with the girl sitting down on his lap miserably.

"Two chowders to go," Mando ordered, trying to blend in as he wasn't there for a quarry. He passed some credits to the bartender while his eyes caught a glimpse of the girl's face when she moved uncomfortably on Maz's lap.

"Y/N." Mando thought to himself, how could he forget her? Her hair was longer, and she looked slimmer, probably caused by the lack of meals Maz didn't give to her. Mando's blood boiled as he watched the dirty man's hands caressing Y/N's bruised and sensitive skin while he chatted away with another person sat on the table as well.

Y/N dozed off, her head feeling heavy, and her exhausted body was about to give out on her. She couldn't even remember how she got there and what they gave her to tame her down. Everything was a blur.

If she could, she would've blown up the whole bar into ashes. Make every living being that touched, drugged, and tossed her around to burn into oblivion.

Mando had a plan to grab Maz, but it flew out the window once he noticed who the girl was. The seat that Maz's "friend" occupied was now free, and while "waiting" for his chowder, he slipped into the empty chair.

He regretted his change of plan the moment his eyes landed on the poor girl. The open wounds that would heal into scars horrified him. It angered him the most. Mando was going to make Maz pay for every mark he left on her body. "A Mandalorian? Thought those only existed in stories." Maz tried to hide his widened eyes from the hunter. Mando smirked under his helmet, sensing the fear in Maz's eyes.

Mando's hand rested on top of his blaster that rested on his side. Tilting his helmet, he studied and watched Maz, and he knew the guy would never be the criminal to carry a blaster. He needs a pack of guards because he didn't even know how to handle a blaster by himself. He was all about appearances and less about his fighting skills. "And now they are going to exist in your worst nightmares."

The first shot from Mando's blaster went off and hit the closest guard to Maz in his chest. The first guard's body fell to the floor with a loud thud while others either stared at the fight that was about to break down, and some decided to leave the bar. Before it, all got a little too messy for their liking.

Maz shot up from his seat, not caring that Y/N had fallen to the floor. He gripped on the metal chain tied to her neck collar and dragged her up to her feet as he made a run for the door. Mando had purposely let Maz get a head start; he knew he couldn't get too far with Y/N's weakened state.

The final guard, who was the furthest, made a run towards the hunter, but Mando was quick to his feet and grabbed one of the knives on the table and flew it across the bar for it to land on the guard's shoulder. Stomping his way towards the guard, he hovered over his unbearable body and sent his final shot from his blaster to his chest.

The bartender rose from behind the bar, where he had found shelter from the fight. He watched as the hunter exited the cantina to catch up to Maz, who hadn't gotten very far as Mando had anticipated.

One thing The Mandalorian didn't expect was seeing Maz holding a blaster to Y/N's temple. "God, she can't even lean on him for support from the pain she's in." Mando thought to himself, his grip tightening on the snipper he pulled out from his back. He aimed it at Maz, taking slow steps towards his quarry.

"Give up, Maz. We both know you don't stand a chance." Y/N heard Mando's filtered voice from afar. She was thrown around by Maz for a long time, that the little hope she had of being rescued from the torture had faded every time the sun left the horizon and left her in complete darkness.

Maz had the safety on his blaster. What an idiot.

Mando was about to shot at Maz's shoulder when suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he watched Y/N slip out a blade from the waistband of her skirt. She must have gotten it after she fell from the first guard laid on the floor after Mando shot him. Maz didn't even know what was coming for him.

Y/N used the little energy she had and pushed the knife into Maz's abdomen, causing him to force her out of his grip and fall on to his knees from the sudden pain. He shrieked in pain while holding the knife still pressed into his body in shock. "He did tell you that you didn't have a chance." Y/N coughed only a few feet away from him, looking straight at Maz as the blood-stained the pale snow underneath him.

"Should've given you a painful death the night we took you." Maz groaned, pulling the knife out of his stomach. "You were worth-" Maz's words caught short, Mando shutting him up with a shot to his chest. Maz's eyes rolled back, and he fell onto his back on the snowy ground.

Tears spilled out of Y/N's eyes. She never thought she was going to make it out alive at all. "Hey, we need to get you out of this weather." Mando knelt to her level on the floor, wrapping his cape around her shoulders to bring in a little bit of warmth to her body. She nodded in response, but before she could force herself to stand up, he already had her in his arms pressed into his chest.

Instead of going to his ship, he preferred getting those chowders he had ordered earlier for her to eat before the flight back to Nevarro. "You might want to eat first." His voice was soft, caring for the petite hunter before him.

Food. Y/N hadn't had a warm meal in such a long time that she devoured the first bowl of chowder too quickly for her liking. Mando sat silently across her, watching her finish up the first bowl in minutes. "Want the other one?" Mando asked, sliding the second bowl towards her.

"Please, I'm starving." It was good that she was eating. The drug that made her doze off was wearing off quicker thanks to the food. The other great news was that Mando had managed to break off the metal collar from her neck. She was free to walk and eat without the cold metal pushing up against her neck. "Thanks again for everything." She went from living a nightmare to finding some peace. Maybe it won't last that much longer, but she enjoyed it a little bit. She enjoyed the hot meal.

After she finished the second bowl, Mando brought the empty dishes to the bar counter a few feet away from the table where he previously sat with her. He tried passing the bartender some extra credits for the mess he caused earlier, but the bartender refused to take the credits. He was merely glad that Maz was gone from his cantina.

Mando nodded as a thank you towards the bartender when he gave them extra food for the flight. "She suffered a lot in the hands of those criminals. I'm glad she's safe now." The bartender explained to the hunter as they both watched her from afar snuggled up into Mando's cape.

After Y/N and The Mandalorian said their final goodbyes to the cantina's owner, he pressed her close for her to lean on him as they walked to her rhythm towards his ship with Mando dragging Maz's body behind him with the same chain Maz had tied up to Y/N neck collar. Y/N was grateful for the food, but she was even more when Mando's ship greeted her with its warmth. "I have never been this excited to see a Razor Crest before." She chuckled, her cheeks gaining a slight red tint.

Mando moved around the ship, trying to gather up a couple of blankets he had stored away. "I don't have a change of clothing, but I did grab these for you."

Y/N mumbled a thank you to Mando and pulled off his cape from her shoulders to replace them with a slightly thicker material to keep her even warmer. "I suggest you rest for a while if you can." He suggested, sitting on the pilot seat and getting the ship ready for departure. Y/N made herself more than comfortable on the chair behind him by the right side of the cockpit.

Y/N relaxed her shoulders as she let the soft material of the chair rest snug to her body. "Thanks again for rescuing me, metalhead." She mumbled, sleep consuming her quickly.

Mando snorted under his helmet. Even after going through what she did, she managed to make fun of him. He watched her over his shoulder, her chest rising up and down while she faded into her deep sleep. He pulled himself away from staring and sent the Razor Crest into hyperspace after placing the coordinates to Nevarro.

"You don't need me to rescue you. You saved yourself out there." Mando whispered, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

#The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian Imagines #The Mandalorian Imagine #The Mandalorian x reader #The Mandalorian fic #Din Djarin imagines #din dijarin fanfiction #The Mandalorian Fanfiction #din dijarin x reader #pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal fics

74 notes · View notes

fakesurprise · 2 years

Text

The kreiva were fast, but I’d killed enough to know how they moved. Its leap took it into my second blade, which sliced through the left wing as the fire I had imbued the blade with did more than counter how tough kreiva hide was. It made a louder krei of pain and leaped away, moving across snow in a blur of grey on white, the wound healing quickly.

I recovered both blades as Shol let the storm return.

He touched my back. (It will take weeks to heal that wound?)

(I wasn’t aiming for the wing,) I said, as softly.

(Bone and ash.) He didn’t let go of me, but it was a near thing.

(We need to follow it.)

Shol let go after a moment and moved in front of me without a word. I followed without a weapon in either hand, concentrating on keeping us warm and quiet. The only advantage to following a kreiva was they had a large territory, so nothing else was likely to hunt us right now.

We said nothing as we moved, Shol feeling out the presence of it more than trying to find tracks; young or not, a kreiva could leave less traces of it on snow than we could, and being wounded would slow it but also make certain it left barely a trade to mark its passing.

The small, whimpered, ‘krei’ of pain helped, but I’d have put good disc on Shol finding it anyway. We’d once tracked an adult across three spires before losing it, and the wounded one wasn’t even able to leave the spire. It did find a small cavern nestled within snow to hide in and I moved into it first, using Sun to make light and letting the warmth flow into the cavern.

The cavern had been carved out by something else: probably a Cirx given the size. The kreiva was in the far end, head raised and teeth bared, taloned feet spread out lightly on the stone as it listened to our arrival. The talons could peel off even shiftweave, and it could definitely tear into us with its beak without effort.

I’d never tried to fight a kreiva in close quarters, but I had no illusions about that going well for anyone involved. I set my weapons down and Shol did the same as we moved closer.

It bared teeth and let out a low, trilling krei.

“We don’t mean you harm. I want to fix your arm,” I said, moving toward the wounded limb it was keeping away from us. “Please?”

The kreiva let out another hiss of fury that turned slightly hesitant as Shol used the Storm to gently unravel its own storm.

I used that moment to send warmth into it, trying to ease the ache of muscles.

It made a soft, confused krei but no longer looked prepared to bite my head off

#writing #prose #sorrowfell

6 notes · View notes

tundrainafrica · 3 years

Note

Hi! Do you have any song that remind you to Levihan? The other day I was torturing myself thinking about Hange and Levi last goodbye and I could only think of "Say something I'm giving up on you". Also, there's a spanish song called "Saturno", it's very sad and basically means that in that planet lives the kids they never had and the words they never said. "Lifetime" by Ben&Ben is also a song that reminds me of them.

EVERYTHING is a Levihan song if you try hard enough.

I had a Lifetime and a 'Say something I'm giving up on you," Levihan phase

Currently, I have a Levihan playlist with songs which helped me write Lovebug and that playlist is gonna be on repeat until I post the whole damn fic.

Aside from the Lovebug songs, I'll drop other songs I've been listening to lately that make me think of Levihan.

Be Still by the Fray

Ungodly Hour by the Fray

How to Save a Life by the Fray

Ashes and Wine by A Fine Frenzy

Poison and Wine by the Civil War

You are my Sunshine by Johnny Cash

I Should Go by Levi Kreis

Iris by Googoo Dolls

You and Me by Lifehouse

Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse

Everything by Lifehouse

Simple as This by Jake Buggs

Cherish by Ai Otsuka

Warning: Lots of angst here lmao.

15 notes · View notes

theupslion · 3 years

Text

Master Character Name List + Story Groupings

From Ashes(working title):

Aurora Satio/Amanda Storje Marty Inktemp Philip Satio/Peter Saptun Claudia Walment Jaedon McLeod

Charles Encaum Alice Brem Jacob Taew

Wincent Puramai Jack Jennamay Viola Oremshae

Daniel Nurem Herald Nurem

Ester Storje Benjamin Storje

Richard Encaum Cassidy Encaum

Audrey Pinion Malissa Leramoi

Gold chaser:

Morgan Remtek Jordan Cinma Maria Guniess Arthur James McLeod Alex Bụi Markus Syenko Xavier Unea

Timothy Goodwill Raymond Krey Simon Berdue Elizabeth Goodwill

George Yemanoff

Smaller/Developing Stories:

Alfa Centuri

Hanna Saptun(last name pending) Amber

Lucifer Lucerna

Howard Bergman

Isabel

Other Characters:

Rachel Satio Daniel (the werewolf)

Scarlet Encaum (not cannon)

The Chem-maniac (Craig)

Edmund Jonathan Ivory

Kimi Pompeius

Ferdinand

Exien Julious Mothilisia Theodore

3 notes · View notes

fhimechan · 6 years

Text

#Accidental Sex: Hannigraham version; Monthly update

Greetings, fannibals! (◕ ﺮ ◕✿) It’s time to update you all on the sexy initiative we accidentally found ourselves into. Let’s delve in...

May struck us twice, first with a heat wave, then with a steamy, hot piece by @kobayashihatori:

#AccidentalSex17: “Haha that thing they do in movies/porn/online is so corny like no way that’s actually hot haha oops it is” sex Care To Joint Me? by @kobayashihatori: “… Will shakes the ashes of the joint on an ashtray next to the forgotten cups of coffee. -If you want, I can blow the smoke into your mouth- Hannibal looks him in the eye, brows slightly knitted together -Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? Teen agers movies always show that activity as a preamble for osculation. -Will giggles a little -You mean make out? Of course not. It’s so corny that only morons find it hot. Do you watch teen movies!?.- …”

This sexy story is only the last addition to our ever increasing list of amazing, accidentally sensuous prompts. Let’s take a moment to appreciate all of them...

#AccidentalSex1: L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon #AccidentalSex7: And I’ll Follow @thenecronon #AccidentalSex8: Idiots in Love @allionne #AccidentalSex10: Told you so @mephistox #AccidentalSex11: Indulgent Restraint @purplesocrates #AccidentalSex12: Teetering on the edge @fhimechan; art by @le-wendigogo #AccidentalSex14: Kindling @gleamingandwholeanddeadly #AccidentalSex15: Bad Connections @tiggymalvern #AccidentalSex18: Dexterity @mazephoenix #AccidentalSex20: The Perfect Prescription @hannibalsimago; art by @trashbambi #AccidentalSex21: Nothing For It… @phenobarbitalfiction #AccidentalSex22: Anything They Can Do, I Can Do Better @saralecter77#AccidentalSex24: Stuck inside these walls @cinnamaldeide #AccidentalSex26: Catch @slashyrogue

And yes, there is some art to go with the stories! (〃 ω 〃) @le-wendigogo and @trashbambi kindly provided two pieces for respectively the prompts 12 and 20. Spare a moment to appreciate those wonderful contributions! Spoiler: they are filthy and gorgeous. If this list of prompts inspire you to draw anything, or if you partecipated by drawing an illustration for an existing story, we’ll be delighted to welcome your contribution into our challenge. ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Speaking of welcome, we want to thank once again everybody who helped us spreading the word. We wouldn’t have achieved anything without all of you! So thank you @whimsy-by-joja, @tigsmulii, @ishipthemsogoddamnhard @moonaqurian, @xpeachdreamsx, @yes-yeah-yesh, @doyouacheforhim, @snakesnlace, @blankza, @raura, @exclamatoryword, @blueeyednightwing, @krey-9-jorce, @a-hannibal-mess, @ambar-gris, @h4nnibalism, @oh-goodness-loki, @guccilecter, @erodingthebluff, @psycholover01, @diemetzgermeisterin, @ilovekingt, @crisisoninfintefandoms, @bloodyilaria, @maxaminkle, @andiemerizein, @evolvingmydesign, @fragile-teacup, @wiith-my-hands, @avegetariancannibal, @jadegreenworks, @eonblueinmay, @hanfangrahamk, @fleeingdawn-blog1, @hunter-and-star-chaser, @ayden5956, @janespetticoat, @hannibalatemyheart. Thank you for your constant support! ♥

And we couldn’t do anything without the writers that took up the challenge. We are very excited to announce our new partecipants! @zigzag-wanderer, @xzombiexkittenx, @active-imagination and @scissorsheep (who I can’t tag >_>) are pledging their talents to the fulfillment of the list! Are @cinnamaldeide and @fhimechan giddy with anticipation? ...guys, you have no idea (ᅌᴗᅌ✿)

We feel as closer as ever to our goal, but we still need some help to complete the list! Seven prompts are abandoned and lonely and in need of a friendly creator to push them to their full potential...

#AccidentalSex2: “You played a prank on me and now I’m going to play one on you except oops this accidentally got hot” sex #AccidentalSex3: “You made an inaccurate assumption about *insert sexual or sexuality misnomer here* and I’m going to teach you the truth” sex #AccidentalSex4: “You think you’re so smart so I’m going to teach you a lesson” sex #AccidentalSex9: “You were joking about something and I took you seriously” sex #AccidentalSex13: “I didn’t know you were a dom and when I called you Sir/Ma'am you almost jumped me” sex #AccidentalSex16: “I noticed the way you were watching me eat this popsicle so I purposely started making it an inuendo and now we’re both hot and bothered” sex #AccidentalSex23: “You said you don’t like __ but I bet the people you were with just don’t know how to do it, I, however, have experience and bet I could make you like it” sex

If any of these prompts inspires you, if you can see in vivid details our Murder Husbands get carried away, if you too are blown away buy the unlimited potential of that collection of scenes, we’ll be delighted to welcome you aboard! (✧ω✧)

The updated prompt list, complete with bookings and contributions, can be found in our master post, while more details on how to participate are written into a separated FAQ section. We’re always available for any remaining questions or clarifications ;)

We bet Will and Hannibal are hot and bothered in the summer heat; but thankfully Hannibal will always be serviceable and offer his cold surgeon hands to make it worse relieve Will of his burden. And if his light touch will lead to purposeful groping and escalated in more sweaty and steamy effusions, well, they won’t complain. ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ )

#hannibal #hannigram #accidental sex #monthly update #fanfic #fanart #rec #cinnamaldeide

66 notes · View notes