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Being Human - Part 3

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Your life made sense before Alec slipped his way in. He unravels your threads without even trying. He frustrates you as easily as he weasels back into your good graces. But you soon realize that this man is worth the challenge.

AN: Remember that in this point in the season, we're in the year 2020 (DA season 2 was released in 2001). And we're about to dive into some rocky waters...

Chapter Summary: The weight of Alec’s secret is starting to create fractures. Because now, you have a secret of your own.

Song Inspo: “Attention” by Avant (ft. Snoop Dog)

Word Count: 4,400

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, elements of mate claiming, fluff, angst, perilous situations, and a cliffhanger...

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Part 3: Complications

These are the nights you live for.

The gang’s all here at Crash. You’re accompanied by Max, Logan, Original Cindy, and a fruity cocktail Alec got for you. Though you roll your eyes at the way your boyfriend is trying to hook people into playing a game of pool with him, clearly so he can hustle them. The man has freakish skills.

He’s already won two or three paychecks’ worth off Sketchy, who bows out by necessity.

“Come on. Anyone, anyone! Step right up and test your skills!” Alec calls throughout the back of the bar.

“Babe, would you give it up?” you say, even though you’re smiling. “No one wants to get swindled.”

He turns to you, zeroing in with a flirtatious grin.

“Want to try your hand, sweetheart?” he asks.

You snort. “I think not.”

“Aw, come on. We don’t even have to play for cash. How about sexual favors?” he offers. The more he thinks about it, the more he likes that idea, with a growing smile. His gaze locks on yours.

“I wouldn’t even mind losing,” he says, giving you a cocky wink.

You smile, fighting a blush. Max and Cindy roll their eyes. Logan ducks his head in amusement.

“That white boy nonsense actually works on you?” Cindy asks.

You take a decided sip of your cocktail in lieu of answering.

In the end, Logan steps up to the plate, to much cajoling. When he actually wins, Alec is forced to accept a bruised ago as he forks over $50.

You beckon him over and he joins your half-booth table. You lean against him after he slides in behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, and you know he doesn’t care all that much about the game.

You all cut up as usual for a while, laughing and telling stories from the day of package slinging. Logan patiently listens to all of you Jam Pony alumni commiserating over how each of you would choose to prank Normal (if there were no repercussions). Sketchy ends up with the best idea: putting super glue in the glue stick the man uses on his hair.

When the laughter dies down, Alec offers to buy the next round of beer. He often does, you’ve noticed; he’s a generous person, whether he thinks of himself that way or not. Logan gets up to join him at the bar, wanting to chip in for the pitcher with his “new winnings.”

You shake your head at that. Alec’s pride probably won’t allow competition from Logan for a second time tonight.

“We’re about to be short-staffed again,” says Cindy, earning your attention. “Jenny got knocked up.”

Max’s brows raise, while you give a happy clap and a sound of excitement.

“Oh, good for her! She and Carlos have been trying for months.”

“Hmph. That is one thing I’m not envious of,” Cindy says.

“No kids on your wishlist?” you ask.

“Not a chance, boo,” she replies.

You turn to Max next. “Are you in Miss Anti-Family’s camp too?”

“Hey, ain’t nobody said I’m anti-family,” Cindy cut in. “I believe it comes in all shapes and sizes, and they don’t gotta be your blood.”

You take a moment to think about what she’s saying, and you conceded with a nod and a smile.

“Fair enough, OC. You’ve got it right,” you gestured at her with the hand that held your drink. She clinks her half-empty beer with your glass. Both of you then turn to Max with expectant gazes, still waiting on her answer.

“I’m not into all that domestic stuff, really,” she says. Though her gaze drifts toward Logan, who’s still arguing with Alec at the bar. “My life’s complicated enough.”

Cindy snorts into her glass. You don’t quite get it; maybe because you don’t really know Max all that well, for how often you guys hang out. It’s like she keeps you at an arm’s length. It hurts you sometimes, when you see how close she is with Cindy, but you suppose it’s her right to keep her circle small.

The world’s become a lot tougher after the Pulse. The more people know about you, the more they can use it against you. That’s why finding people you can trust, and even love, is all the more precious.

You glance over at the bar again, where Logan and Alec have seemed to come to a consensus. (Logan’s bowed out of paying for beer.) Alec has a victorious little smile on his face. He looks over, as if sensing your gaze, and he shoots you a wink. Your smile grows.

Meanwhile, Max and Cindy watch you with twin looks of wry amusement.

“So you want the family package, huh?” Cindy asks.

You twirl your straw around your glass.

“I haven’t thought all that hard about it, but…I wouldn’t mind, with the right person.”

Max chortles, pointing a finger towards the bar. “You think that’s Alec?”

Cindy’s brows furrow slightly as she shoots her friend a warning look. You bite your lip and look down at your drink.

“Now’s not the right time but, maybe someday,” you reply.

Later that night, you treat yourself to a bath in Alec’s apartment. The heater here is amazing. His place is so spacious, with a huge TV in the living room worthy of his obsession with cartoons and soap operas.

He has another one in the bedroom, where he’s made himself comfortable watching some old sitcom.

When you eventually get out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Alec is predictably glued to the TV. You don’t even think he’s noticed you when you walk by him to grab the change of clothes from your overnight bag, but he pulls you into his lap before you can get dressed.

“Why the hell do you need clothes?” he says, stealing a kiss. “Those cumbersome things.”

You giggle, and he smiles against your lips. He rolls you underneath him on the bed and you help divest him of his clothes, down to his boxer briefs. He’s in a good mood tonight, you can tell.

He takes one corner of your towel and peels it off you slowly, until your body is bare for his gaze. His eyes take in every inch of you before they make it back to your lightly blushing face.

He smiles, and he takes down the messy bun from your head to have your hair fanning wildly across his pillows. Your hands move across his chest and further down, but he puts a stop to your exploration. He grasps your wrists and pins them down to the bed with a strength you can’t escape.

You raise your brows. “Alec?”

“Trust me,” he says, dipping down to kiss your neck. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

You suck in a breath. Far be it from you to argue with that.

“Is this one of those sexual favors?” you tease.

He laughs against your skin. “You’re about to find out.”

Then his mouth drifts away from your neck, burning a hot, wet trail across your dewy skin. He finds his way between your breasts, before he lavishes attention to each one. While his tongue swirls around one pert bud, he rolls the other under his thumb and pinches just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you.

Your back arches off the bed a bit; your fingers rake through his sandy hair, clenching whenever he finds a sensitive spot. Both your grip and your voice spur him on, letting him know he’s in the right direction.

You don’t know this, of course, but before a few months ago, he wasn’t so well-versed in this arena. He’s learned his way down a woman’s body with much practice. And he’s come to find that every one of them is different, each with their own set of tells, as he likes to call them.

For example, he knows that even you don’t mind it fast and rough, you prefer it slow, like this. You like a full work up, with his lips dragging down below your navel and his thumbs guiding your knees open, so he can slot himself between your legs.

Already you’re breathing deeper as he makes his way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the inside of your left thigh. His tongue licks a languid stripe up the seam of your pussy.

“Alec,” you whine, like you want him to speed up the pace. Maybe you do, but all he gives you is a smirk from between your legs.

“Patience is a virtue,” he teases.

You huff and will yourself to be virtuous, closing your eyes with deep breaths. “Please…”

He chuckles. “I gotcha, baby. Don’t worry.”

His hand slides up your lower belly, both to comfort you and to hold you down. You cover his hand with yours, but your nails soon dig into his skin as his fingers deftly slip past your folds and find your entrance.

“Already drenched for me, I see,” he remarks approvingly. He gathers some wetness and finds your clit, circling with the pads of his fingers. He searches for the right angle, using the sound of your voice to guide him.

When you suck in a gasp and shudder, he knows he’s found the right spot. He replaces his hand with his tongue, while he slips two fingers deep inside you. As he works you over, unrelenting when your hips threaten to raise off the bed, he holds you down with a firm hand. Your hands fist in his hair as your eyes close and your mouth drops open with your moans.

Finally, you buck against his chin and let out a wordless cry. He feels your wetness coat his tongue and knows he’s making you come. Your inner walls are still quivering around his fingers when he slips them out of you. He actually licks them clean, making you shiver again at the sight.

Alec crawls back up the length of your body while you catch your breath. He smiles down on you and brushes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Not about to pass out on me, are you?” he asks. A teasing gleam is in his eyes. “I think I can resuscitate you.”

You laugh breathily in response and pull him down to you, crashing his lips to yours. You taste yourself on his tongue, which isn’t unpleasant. Your nails drag down the back of his neck. Alec groans into your mouth and sinks his fingers into your hair.

Now he’s more on your wavelength as you reach for the waistband of his boxer brief and quickly roll them down. He helps you by kicking them the rest of the way off, allowing you to wrap your thighs around his hips tightly.

“Hey, wait a second,” he says, laughing with his forehead pressed to yours. He grabs your hips and angles you a bit higher, then he reaches between your bodies and holds the painfully hard, weeping head of his cock at your entrance.

He meets your eyes, and you smile and squeeze the back of his neck in encouragement.

As slowly as he can manage, he pushes inside you. He stretches open your inner walls inch by inch. Both of you take in deep breaths and utter mingled moans as he continues to push inside, until the head of his cock reaches the very depths of you.

You toss your head back against the pillow with a heavy breath.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “Just move, baby, please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He likes when you call his name, but he thinks he likes even more when you call him baby. He knows that you mean it, unlike women he’s had to pay for.

But he doesn’t want to think about any of those exploits when he’s with you—there’s no comparison. He slides out almost the full length of his cock, before he pushes back in. He builds a slow, sensuous, steady rhythm that serves both of you well.

He actually works up a sweat, and you help him by meeting his thrusts, encouraging him whenever you give him your voice, your instructions and praises, your hands attempting to squeeze the circulation out of his arms.

He's so focused on rocking your world (and his own) that he doesn’t realize what you’re about to do.

He’s deep inside you when you brush your hand along his jaw and utter the truth.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Alec pauses.

Both of you are breathing hard, but the fact that he doesn’t say anything makes you freeze. Neither of you have said that before. You hold in your breath.

Alec’s pupils are blown wide as he dips down, nosing along your throat before he begins to move inside you again. You moan in response as your legs squeeze his hips. He sinks his teeth just above where your neck meets your shoulder, making you gasp and arch against him, gripping his hair tight.

The way you’re squeezing him so tightly, from the inside out, means he reaches his shuddering end before you do, but he still makes sure you get there for a second time. His fingers reach between you to press and circle around your clit before his last few hard thrusts. It has you coiled tight, before you gasp and moan your release.

He licks a long stripe along your neck. You hiss in pain when he laps over tender flesh.

“Sorry,” he pants.

“You got me good, Count Dracula,” you quip.

Alec breathes warmly against your ear. He pulls back and examines the bite mark on your neck. He barely remembers doing it.

It’s like…some kind of claim.

Like an animal, he thinks wryly. For the first time, he wonders just what the hell they put into his cocktail at Manticore.

He clears his throat.

“Uh, I’m sorry,” he says, contritely. “Didn’t mean to…”

You slide your hands up his arms and catch his gaze. You smile in amusement, even though you’re blushing.

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

The two of you don’t talk about what you said.

Or what he didn’t say.

You don’t know what’s happening, but you think it stems from that night.

Alec begins to pull away from you.

Dinner plans get “rain checked.” Trips to the farmer’s market, to the park, to Pike Place get cancelled.

For the next few weeks, the only time you see him is at work or at Crash, or occasionally in the line for boxed and canned goods in Sector 2.

Max can’t give you a straight answer on what’s going on with him (and really, you should be able to figure out your own boyfriend without her help). So you finally have to put your foot down.

You try to pull him aside at work, in front of the Jam Pony building. He’s on his way in, while you’d been on your way out.

“Alec, can I talk to you?” you ask. He gives you a strained, apologetic look.

“I’ve gotta pick up my next deliveries.”

“Alec, please,” you implore. You squeeze his arm enough to hold his attention. “I feel like…like you’re avoiding me. Is there something going on?”

His expression dims further. “I’ve just been really busy.”

“We’re always busy. That’s not it.” You frown, and your body tenses. “Is there…someone else?”

Alec briefly closes his eyes, emitting a short sigh. “No. Nothing like that.”

You let out a subtle breath of relief, because you do believe him this time. But that just makes your next question even more difficult. Your arms cross, to disguise the way you’re bracing for a figurative blow.

“Then…have I done something wrong?” you ask.

That hurts Alec even more. Though his training, so deeply ingrained, allows him not to show it.

“No. No, it’s not you,” he says, wiping a hand over his mouth. “It’s… Listen, I just think we needa slow down a bit, you know?”

“Slow down?” you ask. A trill of panic laces down your spine. “Is it about…what I said?”

Alec doesn’t want to answer, but you both know then that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“I just need some space,” he says. “I think it’ll be better for both of us.”

“Really?” you ask. Your voice flattens, and hot tears well up in your eyes.

It threatens to undo him. Somehow, he’s able to hold firm in what he believes he has to do, in order to protect you. Even from himself.

Alec reaches for your cheek. He hesitates just slightly, but he drops a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t want to let him. You can’t help it though; you savor his touch. You feel his warm lips on your skin, and then he’s gone by the time you open your eyes.

A few days later, you still feel like hell. You manage to reach your locker and you lean against it. Your stomach churns with nausea—the constant sign of your stress as you try to get through your morning.

On the TV, some government agent is exposing a genetics company called Manticore. That it created “transgenic” subjects as genetically engineered soldiers, often using animal DNA. They escaped almost a year ago now.

They’re not human. They’re living among you. They’re dangerous, and you have a right to be scared.

You’re only half-listening, because the truth is, this sounds like a bunch of fearmongering bullshit, and you’re too tired to be all that alarmed. Humans are dangerous enough, as far as you’re concerned.

The government is probably trying to cover up something even more heinous by concocting this ridiculous story.

You rest your cheek against the cool metal of your locker and just stand there for a while in time in space. You don’t care much about the world around you, until Max comes into your line of vision. She touches your arm.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine.” A vast overstatement, though you know that you aren’t convincing anyone.

You look up just in time to see Alec standing at his own locker. He’d been glancing at you and Max, but being caught by your gaze makes him turn away, closing his locker as he leaves.

Max’s lips press together. She returns her attention to you in thinly veiled concern.

“What happened exactly?” she asks.

“Max, I don’t know,” you confess. “Things were fine. They were good.”

You let out a deep, exhausted breath.

Oh yeah, you haven’t been sleeping much lately either.

“Deep in my gut, I have this feeling. Like he’s going through something,” you say. “Or he’s hiding something from me. He just won’t talk to me. Every time it feels like we’re headed somewhere good, solid, he pulls away. I can’t fucking do it anymore, Max. I just can’t take it.”

You slam your locker closed and try to get on with your day before your tears fall. Max sighs and watches you go.

She doesn’t know that you head to the bathroom and heave your breakfast into the toilet bowl, spilling what little you could keep down this morning.

You haven’t been sighted at Crash in weeks, but Alec comes here every night, Max notices. He drinks alone tonight, once again looking more woe is me than ever.

It boils her blood.

She takes a seat next to him and punches his arm with a heavy dose of her transgenic strength. Alec flinches with a cry of protest, but she just glares at him.

“Why are you doing this to her? To yourself?” she demands.

Alec wants to glare at her, but he doesn’t have it in him. He just quirks his head and sips his drink. He doesn’t even know what kind of liquor this is, but the bartender promised it’s the strongest thing he has back there.

“Leave it alone, Maxie,” Alec says, as he takes a sip. Though strongest be damned, he’s slammed down four of these and he’s still not drunk. Ain’t that a bitch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.

“I don’t?” Max raises her brows. “You’re fucking with her head and her heart. And for what? So you can have a little pity party?”

Alec does glare at her this time. “You know what, why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Not until you tell me,” she demands. “Why’re you pushing away someone who clearly cares about you? Not that I get why. If this selfish, pigheaded, asshole behavior is supposed to be charming, then maybe she’s better off without you.”

He slams down his glass hard enough for liquor to slosh out over his hand.

“Don’t you get it?! That’s exactly it,” he hisses, low enough that only the two of them can hear. “When are you going to understand that we’re a threat to them? We’re being hunted every damn day. You think Ames White and his cult cronies’ll think twice about a little collateral damage?”

“Alec—”

“You think you and Logan are any different?” he adds. “Let me remind you, you were a danger to him even before a genetically engineered virus came into the picture.”

She’s angry, but he knows she can’t argue with logic. They both know that Alec is speaking from a place of experience.

“So you’re just gonna break her heart?” she asks. “Again?”

Alec shakes his head and casts his gaze down into brown liquor. Max leans toward him with a steely glower.

“You’re a coward,” she says, before she slips away.

Alec wipes his wet hand on his jeans.

…Maybe she’s right, he thinks. You’ll probably end up regretting the day you ever met him, but at least you’ll be alive to hate him.

“Oh God,” you utter, a hand covering your mouth.

You haven’t been to the doctor in several years, but you managed to scrape enough money together to afford this little test. It gave you a more definitive answer on why you’ve spent the last few weeks fighting sickness and fatigue in equal measure.

How could this have happened? You were on birth control. What could possibly have…

You don’t know what possesses you to go hunting for the little round packet in the medicine cabinet. You examine its contents and confirm that you haven’t missed even one pill of your pharmacy-issued birth control.

On the bottom of the packet, however, you spy something small in the fine print: EXP – 02/2017.

Expired…THREE YEARS AGO?!

Apparently, you can’t put it past pharmacies to sell outdated meds now.

You sit alone on your couch in silence for nearly an hour. You run down every scenario, every path you could possibly take and try to consider its most likely outcome.

Medical care is a joke nowadays, unless you're still part of the wealthy 1%. That also includes...termination.

Even you did try to find a way to do it, somehow scrounging up the money to end this, the thought alone makes your heart ache.

Alec is young, and so are you. You two had barely been together for six months before he basically broke up with you, and you're not even sure how he'll react when you tell him. (At this point, you don't have high hopes.)

And yet, it hurts. What you'd told Original Cindy was the truth; you want a family. You're tired of being alone, even though the two options laid out before you scare you in equal measure.

A thousand thoughts are still running through your mind, contradicting each other with brutal logic, versus what your heart tells you. But one decision is certain...

You need to talk to Alec first.

You wait until the morning at Jam Pony HQ, when you’ve settled your nerves enough to see Alec.

He never shows up for work, even an hour into shift. Damn it.

Okay, you suppose you’ll have to do this another way. You grab your phone, and you call him.

Thankfully, he picks up on the fourth ring. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you reply, a bit awkwardly. The two of you haven’t spoken in nearly a month.

“What’s up?” He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds guarded, almost hesitant.

“We need to talk, Alec.”

He blows out a sigh. “Look, I haven’t changed my mind.”

You swallow past the pain.

“I know," you dully reply. "It’s not about that, but this isn’t a conversation I want to have digitally.”

“...Okay,” he relents, with another sigh. He sounds a bit distracted. “Uh, I’m taking care of something right now, but I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you stop by my place after work?”

You nod. “Okay, I’ll meet you there.”

Of course, it’s hard to focus on your work after that. You wonder how many months you have until you can’t work anymore. Until you’ll have to fend for yourself…and for your child.

With or without Alec, you plan to do whatever it takes.

So you do your best, as you always do, to get through your day. You fight exhaustion and nausea and anxiety with every delivery, but at the end of the day, you have a clipboard full of signatures and a clean docket.

You leave right at 7:00 p.m. to head over to Alec’s apartment. You use your spare key to unlock the door and find the apartment shrouded in darkness. You flip on the closest light switch before you turn to shut and lock the door behind you.

The door pushes open abruptly.

It knocks straight into you and throws you off your feet. You crash with a pained cry into a wooden table, knocking off a half-empty glass of whiskey that cuts into your arm when it breaks.

A pair of strong hands take hold of you and haul you up, spinning you around. You stare up with wide eyes into the face of a man you think you’ve actually seen before. He’s tall, white, dark hair, piercing eyes.

On the news, you realize. You saw him on the news.

“Where is 494?” he demands to know.

You blink in confusion and fear. “What?”

The man rolls his eyes.

“Alec McDowell,” he says.

Your breath stills in your lungs.

“Why’re you looking for him?” you ask. “You…you work for the government.”

“That’s right.” His smile is thin. “It’s a federal matter. And I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

His grip on your arm tightens enough to make you whimper.

“I don’t know where he is,” you blurt out. Mostly because it’s the truth.

He raises a brow. “He lives here, doesn’t he?”

You refuse to answer, but the man lowers his gun and seats you forcefully on the couch.

“Then we’ll wait.”

Minutes turn to an hour. Alec’s late—a fact you’re half relieved about, and half cursing him for. You turn to the man who holds you at gunpoint without even looking at you. Though you instinctively know that any attempts to run will be short-lived.

His men wait by the door with guns at the ready.

“Who are you?” you ask.

The man turns his head and gives you a cold smile. “Agent White, at your service.”

“Okay, Agent White. Why are you after Alec?”

“Oh, I’ve been looking for him for a long time,” he says.

You frown, with pursed lips. “Why? What do you think he’s done?”

“It’s not what he’s done. It’s what he is,” White says. “Him, and everyone like him.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” you snap.

White rolls his eyes. He lets out a sharp sigh before he stands. He grabs you up along with him. Fear churns inside you, tightening in your throat.

“I have a better idea,” White says. “Instead of using you as leverage to make him come quietly, I think I’ll just let him walk in, nice and easy. He’ll find you gutted. On the floor. And then I’ll do the same to him.”

Frightened tears well up in your eyes when his grip moves and tightens on your jaw, like he’s thinking about breaking your neck.

“Wait, please!” you plead. “I’m pregnant!”

White actually pauses, tilting his head. He smiles.

“Interesting.”

AN: Ames White has entered the chat...

EDIT (2-05-24): I made some edits here on the reader's thoughts of what she should do after her discovery. In hindsight, I realized I'd left out some aspects of the world. Specifically how access to medical care would influence her decision vs. what this particular character wants for herself.

Next Time:

“Hello, 494.” A man’s voice—one that Alec would know anywhere. It prickles his skin with unease and makes his blood boil all at once.

“Ames White.” Alec’s teeth grind. “What game are you playing now?”

“This isn’t a game. It’s business,” White claims. “I have something you want. How much are you willing to pay to make sure she stays alive?”

Alec forces himself to calm down, even though his pulse is racing.

“What do you want?”

“You. And 452. With no bullshit on your end,” the agent replies. “Or this girl is going to pay that price for you.”

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summary: you are the new leader of your planet, but you lack an army. lucky for you, a new king has also recently ascended the throne. does anyone smell a royal wedding???

Something More Series by @amiedala (ongoing)

summary: Meeting the Mandalorian was like colliding into the rest of your life at a moment’s notice. Like oh, there you are. It was both jarring and familiar at the same time, like stepping into a minute with no intentions and stepping out of it in deja-vu. You had always been told you made too much out of everything, that you blew up every circumstance to fit some kind of grand destiny, some huge significance. If anyone asked, you’d swear up and down this was different. It was different. The Mandalorian sweeping you off your feet and out of your back alley haunts and narrow escapes was something kismet. Something cosmic. Something more.

🏴 apotheosis by @beskarandblasters

summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

One Shots

River by @psychedelic-ink

summary: din likes it when you cry for him.

Leading Blindly by @pascalispretty

summary: A young Mandalorian seeks relief for the first time at a Canto Bight brothel.

🏴⛓ hunted by @clareguilty (one shot)

summary: you are captured by the Mandalorian

⛓ kinktober 2023 - day 3: spanking by @darthglitterfanfiction (one shot)

summary: brat reader ft. restraints and spanking

⛓ acting out by @cool-iguana (one shot)

summary: You thought it would be fun to tease Din on the comm link while he was hunting for a bounty, expecting it not to take too long. But it takes longer than you thought - and it turns out your distractions were partly why it took so long. Mando’s back now though, and he’s not happy…

Kinktober Day 9 - Gloryhole by @softpascalito

summary: Din just wants some quick pleasure. You just want to enjoy your job for once. Both of you get more than you bargained for.

pain for pleasure by @spacegay-official

summary: (aka "Din Djarin has a piercing kink send tweet")

A Good Friend to Have & Back for More by @beskarandblasters (& her boyfriend David)

summary: You and your friend work at a brothel on Coruscant, while work is slow she reveals that she owes a debt to a loan shark who is willing to pay out a bounty to anyone who brings her in. When a Mandalorian shows up at the brothel you do everything you can think of to distract the bounty hunter and buy her time to escape.

oral fixation by @beskarandblasters

summary: Din eats pussy for the first time.

[I can't believe I don't have any?? pls rec me your faves]

#din djarin x reader #din djarin fic recs #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fic recs #come and get y'all smut

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Just My Thoughts Pt. 26

One of my favorite arc in all of Fairy Tail is the Tartaros arc. It had everything I wanted and more. I think it was one of Mashima best written storyline (I haven’t watched/read his other works). It was more than just friendship is power and all happy endings. It had sacrifices, loss, heartbreak, and all the gut wrenching emotions. It was honestly one of the reasons I’m into anime now. At the point of first watching FT, I wasn’t really convinced anime was for me. But that arc changed it all. I have a special place for it in my heart. While they did end up victorious, it wasn’t without a lot of trauma. Natsu lost his dad, Igneel, after being reunited which was his life goal. Gray lost his father again and Juvia believed she was responsible for it. Wendy and Carla were ready to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their friendship and love. All of the dragon slayers lost their dragons. FT ended up disbanding for the time being. And Lucy lost her new home, her friends left her, Natsu/Happy went off to train and process their own thoughts, she was left alone after sacrificing Aquarius one of her first celestial keys to save the lives of her friends. I really loved how despite their win, it didn’t seem as successful. I really think it added a very deep element to the story and their characters.

I really hope the 100 YQ has something similar as we approach the end. It’s been good so far but kind of lacking in some aspects such as proper portrayal of emotions beyond the few in their range. I also think that having another arc the idea of “win but at what cost” is very important for FT. All their growth and loss from the original series seems to have evaporated from the 100 YQ. I won’t get into this too much or else I’ll end up ranting. But an arc with some loss would be amazing. I think it should have something related to Aquarius since Lucy did lose her in the Tartaros arc. So it would be a full circle type of concept. Additionally, I really really hope (and beg on my knees) for Mashima to use Lucy fear of Natsu flames for the first time in a gut punch way. It needs to have some impact and importance to the story. I need it desperately.

On the side note, I have been enjoying the little side stories or filler episodes in the 100 YQ. Ichiya and Anna was very unexpected but it’s understandable in a manner if we consider the last arc of FT. I also love the ship crumbs in the last few episodes. Jellal and Erza need to just kiss already!! I’m so glad he’s joining the guild. And ofc… NALU crumbs has my heart. I whole heartedly believe that Natsu thinks he’s dating Lucy since the last episode of the original series. I just can’t wait for this to play out!!

Until my next thought! ❤️

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First time Mountain got stoned?

Anything for you Saint. ♡

Someone take my phone from me, this is SO LONG. Not smut, but I like it anyway.

Ft. they/them Zephyr!

Mountain takes in his surroundings with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

The greenhouse is massive, full to bursting with lush greenery and all manner of exotic flowers. His skin is tingling, his heart fluttering with giddy anticipation. Surrounded by life, by fresh dirt and humid air.

"Is it to your liking?" Sister Imperator asks, a gentle smirk on her lips. Mountain nods slowly, eyes flicking everywhere.

"It's beautiful," he murmurs, muffled by his mask. His fingers are itching, eager to dig into damp earth and soft roots. It's such a new feeling. After months on the road, fresh from summoning, he's felt more than a little deprived of his element. He can feel the magic in his veins.

"Your predecessor did good work. Do you think you can maintain it?"

"Yes, absolutely," he sighs, tapping claws against his thigh. He's practically vibrating.

"Very well, I will leave you to it."

"Thank you, Sister."

Mountain rushes past her in a whirlwind of loose leaves and fallen petals, breathing heavy. There's just so much. So much energy, so much life, so much potential. He has a hard time keeping his glamour in place as he hurries through the rows, touching and smelling and tasting his new charges.

"I'm going to take such good care of you all," he breathes, and every plant in the vicinity seems to sigh in relief. For the first time in months, Mountain feels a calm settle into his chest. Like he's finally at home.

He explores for a while, lets the dense, sweet air fill his lungs and soak into his bones. There are at least two dozen plants he doesn't recognize, and he wants to sketch them, to cross reference them against the thick tomes on botany he'd found in the abbey's library. To learn the intricacies of everything he was now entrusted with.

Mountain makes his way to the back of the greenhouse, to the corner that houses a series of work tables. They're all filthy, scuffed and ingrained with years worth of dirt and clay. They make him smile. He digs through the drawers on the hunt for paper and a pencil, eager to get to work.

In the bottom drawer, among a pile of gardening gloves and potting labels, Mountain spies something that seems very out of place - a small rectangular silver tin, labeled with a piece of masking tape. It reads, "for the new guy".

He picks it up and gives it a shake, listening to the contents rattle around. Mountain pops the lid and is met with a folded piece of paper. Beneath it are a cheap lighter, green plastic, and what look like thin cigarettes, like the ones Ifrit and Dew would share after a show, but they seem different somehow. Twisted at the ends instead of cut. Mountain sets the tin down and unfolds the note.

"Trust me, whoever you are, you're gonna want to try this. The plants live in the third row, behind the lilacs. Hide them from the Siblings though, they'll never leave you alone if you don't. -Pebble"

Mountain hums to himself, folding the paper and sticking it in his pocket. He picks up one of the paper rolls and slides it between his fingers, curious. He tugs off his mask and sets it on the table, raising the smokable to his nose. It's...interesting. Herbal and a little sweet. Mountain grabs a battered old stool from beneath another table and sits, resting his elbows on his knees, twirling the joint between his fingers.

He probably shouldn't. Whatever this is, he assumes it'll have some sort of effect on him. Who knows what, it's a mystery plant. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't.

"Fuck it," he mutters, sticking one end between his lips and flicking the lighter. He inhales deeply, and the smoke that fills his lungs is heavenly. Rich and deliciously decadent. He holds it in until he can't anymore, exhales slowly, and there's already pressure building behind his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, he's floating.

"Mount, you in here?"

The voice drifts into his ears in a pleasant buzzing drone, wrapping around the pile of oatmeal where his brain used to be.

Mountain is plastered to the floor, grinning like a loon and staring at the glass ceiling above him. Tracing the shapes of the clouds passing by. Why was the sky so blue? Was it always that blue? He's tingly everywhere. He'd taken his shoes off, wiggling his toes and giggling at the ticklish feeling of his socks against his skin.

"Mountain?" The voice calls again, and Mountain makes a noncommittal gurgling noise. Zephyr rounds the corner a minute later, and they snort out a laugh.

"You found Pebble's stash, didn't you?" They perch themselves on Mountain's abandoned stool, pulling off their mask and raising another joint to their nose. "Smells good. Is this your fist time trying it?"

Mountain tries to nod, but his head feels like it's floating away when he moves it. He's loose everywhere, but heavy. His legs either weigh a thousand pounds each or have disappeared entirely, he can't be sure which. He raises his hand, the last bit of his joint still pinched between two fingers and smoldering slowly.

"Good shit, right?" Zephyr hums, amused by the pile of ghoul on the ground. Mountain tears his gaze from a particularly puffy cloud to focus on Zephyr's face - their shining silver eyes, their sharp chin, their soft, white curls that always seem to be swaying in a non-existent breeze.

"You're pretty," he slurs, grinning. Zephyr laughs, but their smile is genuine.

"Oh yeah, you're stoned," they chuckle, moving to sit cross-legged by Mountain's side on the floor. "Looks like you still have some left too."

Mountain blinks bleary eyes and hums, bringing the paper to his lips and letting it burn to the end. He holds it in as Zephyr hums, their hand coming to rest on his chest. The pressure feels nice, and Mountain reaches up to cover their hands with his. He exhales long and slow, smoke pouring from his chapped lips. His mouth is so dry.

"You could at least share," Zephyr grumbles, but there's playfulness beneath it. Mountain watches as they lift a hand and draw smooth circles in the air - the smoke coalesces into a tight spiral, one that twists it's way around Zephyr's arm and over their tunic. It flows up and over their throat, the air ghoul directing every wisp and inhaling the cloud now surrounding them with a pleased hum in their chest.

"Wow," Mountain breathes, and it's filled with so much genuine reverence that Zephyr coughs on their exhale.

"Been a while since I indulged. How are you feeling, big guy?"

Mountain doesn't really process the words. He's caught on the rise and fall of Zephyr's chest. On the way their pale skin and soft pink lips catch the sun pouring over them. On how their hand feels pressed against his chest.

Mountain drops the papery remains he'd been gripping and reaches up to thread his fingers into Zephyr's wavy curls. They're like feathers between fingers, like the air itself, and before he knows it he's tugging the air ghoul into a kiss so deep it surprises both of them.

Zephyr hums happily, licking into Mountain's mouth and shifting to kneel over him instead. Mountain is surrounded by the sweet scent of a summer breeze, of linen and sky. It's almost as intoxicating as whatever he'd been smoking, and the glide of Zephyr's tongue against his is simply divine.

Zephyr pulls back for a breath and looks down at him with hooded eyes. Mountain thinks he's never seen something so beautiful. There's a pressure building low in his gut, pressing against his zipper and he's way too high to ignore it. But then Zephyr is straddling his hips and unbuttoning his tunic, and he doesn't have to.

"You're definitely sharing now."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlet #mountain ghoul #zephyr ghoul #literally wrote this on mobile and then had to post it from my laptop just to add the keep reading line wth

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vellaphoria · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @waffleinator-inator! <3

20 Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on AO3?

There are 40 that I’ve solo-authored, and 9 that I did varying degrees of work on when a group of dc writers doing a round robin fic collaboration thing

What’s your total A03 word count?

It’s a bit thrown off by the aforementioned colabs, but I don’t want to go through and do the math, so the overall total is 567,072

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly DC! The comics variant, that is. And within that, mostly Batman-adjacent characters. Though I also have one fic each for the avengers, the silmarillion, and haikuu

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Excluding the collaborations, it’s:

Cut and Run (Bruce crashes Tim and Ra’s’ dinner/business meeting; T, gen, 1.6k)

Deadfall (Canon divergence where Tim died in Red Robin and was resurrected/kidnapped by Ra’s; M, gen, 125k, on hiatus)

Recursion (Tim accidentally travels back in time to when Dick was just starting out as Nightwing, which is complicated by the fact that they still haven’t made up after Damian became Robin; M for mild nsfw, DickTim, 20k)

Complications (Outsider POV of post RR-canon divergence, ft. morally grey Tim; G, gen, 1.7k)

This Whole Damn City Thinks It Needs You (But Not as Much as I Do) (There has been a fair amount of building ust between Dick and Tim after Red Robin. Dick decides to do something about that; E for blatant nsfw, DickTim, 23k)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, but very slowly!

I respond because is someone took the time to engage with my work and actually write one, then it feels like it’s only right for me to put in an equal amount of effort to respond.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would probably be the DickBabs with unrequited DickTim wedding Tumblr fic (here, if you like pain)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s hard to say. Since I tend to be averse to bad endings, most of my fics have happy endings of one sort or another

Do you get hate on your fic?

Sometimes. Usually from people who can’t grasp that limited third person POV means that the narrating character doesn’t have perfect information at all times, or people who are upset that characters don’t make 100% rational decisions 100% of the time.

Do you write smut?

Yep! <3

Do you write crossovers?

Depends on how you define them. I tend to do a lot of AUs which blend elements from other settings with DC, but I don’t really enjoy writing characters from different, unrelated media meeting.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My Running (and when to stop) DickTim series was translated into 中文-普通话國語 by SummerVapour and tiktiktiktiktam, which is linked on the fic itself

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes; I helped write a few fics in the round robin collaboration series A Journey of Personal Discovery Through Social Isolation. Amusingly, we named it that a year before the pandemic started.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

DickTim, to absolutely no one’s surprise :D

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably To Break Every Bended Knee; or, Apocrypha. I really love the setting, but the fic is supposed to be JayTimDick and all the endings I plotted for it ended up being DickTim with Jason kind of doing his own thing. That doesn’t seem like a particularly satisfying conclusion to anyone interested in the story, so I decided to put my time elsewhere.

What’s your writing strengths?

Comments that have gone into specifics have said that my fics have good characterization, visualization, and engrossing plots.

What’s your writing weaknesses?

I’m very bad at brevity, so writing short, snappy fics that also make sense doesn’t usually work out for me.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I pretty much only speak English, so I don’t tend to do it. If I ever had a fic that absolutely needed it, then I’d ask for writing support from someone who actually does speak the language in question.

First fandom you wrote for?

Depends on how you define wrote. If you mean wrote and published, then it’s DC. If you mean wrote when I was a kid and then let disappear into the files of a long-defunct computer, then probably Stargate SG-1.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Of the stuff I have published, probably Recursion. Though if I’m allowed to include WIPs, then I’ve been working on a DickTim slowburn on and off for a while now. It’s meant to cover things from when they meet to post-Red Robin, with a fair amount of mini canon divergences throughout. Currently it’s somewhere upwards of 50k, but I haven’t had a chance to work on it in a while. If you're in the mood for it, no pressure tagging @gerryrigged, @marirah, and @themandylion :D

#jagn answers #tag games

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megs!! hello!! good evening!! i want literally all of the things from your ask game so just imagine im copypasting all the emojis. tell me all the things!! love you so much missing you lots xoxo give the babygirl a kiss from me since she will never accept one from me anyway

bella!! hiya!! good evening!! (of the next evening but the sentiment still stands lol) love you so so much prilla and i miss you i will give her kisses for you 💙

🤘: so. you get the cursed song since you cannot cut ties from me now that we've signed a year-long lease :)) the song i've been looping all day is BOGOS BINTED by Ida Deerz ft Kaj Strife & 2a03fox which is. well. furry music (with a suicide ment tw for anyone who needs it) and i am not (that) ashamed to say it kinda slaps (you probs won't like it tho sdklfjsdlkjfsd) i mean the chorus is hella catchy! non-cursed song recs are Kid Fears by The Indigo Girls and The Wood Song also by The Indigo Girls (also Galileo which is also by them lol)

👀: okay this is a series of three fics but riverdale belongs to the gays by boos is a *very* good canon divergent (mostly bc it was written during like season 2 or something) exploration of both canon & non-canon events through the lens of the core four all being queer (with ace jughead!!) but if you'd like something (much) shorter there's The Real Suspension of Disbelief by punk_rock_yuppie which is jarchie with ace!jughead :))

🖇️: okay so this idea is actually inspired by a discussion topic from a philosophy class i took so it's a little weird and angsty BUT it's a sci-fi/dystopian au where people use teleportation devices like the ones in star trek and person a, who's used the teleportation device in the past, dies for unrelated reasons (maybe a hovercraft crash or a plague or something idk yet) and their significant other, person b, who's half-mad with grief, breaks into the records of the company who makes the teleportation devices and gets the data for the exact molecular make-up of person a and makes it materialize on one of the transport pads, "bringing them back to life". *however*this is a past version of person a since it's been a minute since they used teleportation (i haven't decided how long yet, at least a few months i think) and so they think they're going to, like, visit their mom or whatever but then they teleport into a scene where their bf's getting dragged away by security and it's x months/years later. cue the realization that a version of themselves actually died, blah blah blah, the question of do they have a soul comes up bc i'm me, etc etc, some other loved ones not accepting them as the "real" person a,,, it wouldn't really be a "they came back wrong" story but there would be elements of that bc regardless of how long it's been btwn the use of the teleportation device and their death, there will be memories that person b has that person a does not, and there's the classic identity crisis aspect and yeah. classic cheerful megs fic sdkljflkdsjklfjsdlkjf

😈: inspired by the job hunting process, my hashtag hot take of the day is that a job where you're handling people's financials and requires you to have a college degree should pay more than a cashier job at a upscale supermarket where a high school degree is preferred but not required 🙃

🧠: okay so uh. major spoilers for dungeons and daddies season 2 below the cut if anyone cares about that lol

so the latest episode of my favorite podcast (also the only one i listen to regularly but that's not relevant) they revealed that my favorite npc (grant wilson, son of a pc in s1 and dad of pc in s2) was transported to the titanic just b4 it hit the iceberg along with his fiance (it was either the night b4 their wedding or the day of) and that's where he found, rescued from death, and then adopted his son (lincoln, one of the player characters) and like. listen. this is The Podcast Of Wild Ass Rides(tm), after all it was only a couple arcs ago that the cast of family guy fought the fbi over who could attack the cast only for a giant flying dog to rescue the cast, brutally murdering family guy and the fbi in the process b4 flying the cast up to heaven's gates (longggg story lol), not to mention all the main characters getting married to survive the vacuum of space, HOWEVER. all of those buckwild things all had mostly reasonable explanations if you've listened to the whole show (the fbi trying to break into hell, goofs realm being a quasi-family guy reality with cursed standup, trying to rescue a half demon from the iss, that sort of thing) and the titanic is the first thing that seems to come completely out of left field. does this mean there's some great significance about the titanic that we just don't know yet??? is it supposed to tip us off to the fact that grant's husband knows more than it's seemed??? was it just to riff on the movie titanic??? who knows!!! anthony (the dm) what are you planning!!!

#i have now applied to over seventy jobs on the website culinary agents ALONE #who tf knows how many on other websites i've sent out at this point #but!! today i lined up two interviews! one of which is tomorrow so keep your fingers crossed!!#desperately trying not to jinx this #answering mail #i'll send you a pic of the babygirl after kisses have been administered lol #roomie <3

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Sept 28, 2022: La Storta to St. Peter’s Basilica Rome: 23.5 km; CUS - 1,900 ft

Live and Learn

The British tour group tracked in quite a while after us last night, soaked from the rain we avoided. They are still a cheerful group even now and it is a privilege to have them share the end of our camino. Dinner last night was a Sardinian seafood restaurant about a kilometre from the hotel. The meal was fine, but nothing exceptional. The white Sardinian wine was great: crisp, fresh and somewhat complex (still trying to identify some of the elements/notes).

Today looked easy at the start as our accommodation was already 2 km further along the route from yesterdays end point. So only 17 km to go and only one steep climb of a couple of hundred meters plus some smaller ones. Easy, peasy!

Then reality set in. We spent much of morning wandering through a park that was likely a flood plain. Saw lots of signs of Chingale (wild boar) including tracks, scat and rooting along the trail. Unlike my France trip, no actual wild boar were spotted. Some of the trail markings were not clear and we added a couple of km to the day. The height of the first climb was right, but it was brutally steep, we estimate 25% at least. In an Edmonton winter, no Range Rover would make it up. A cappuccino and a short break and we were off again.

Once we reached the top of Monte Mario (my grandsons would have expected a short Italian with a red cap and bushy moustache to jump on their heads), there were beautiful views of the city and Michelangelo’s Dome atop St Peter’s. Unfortunately, the road down was an endless series of switchbacks on very rough cobblestones that chewed up the bottom of your feet and punished your joints. At the bottom, it was a straight shot to St Peter’s, past the ever vigilant Swiss Guards.

The Vatican has long hired Swiss Mercenaries but they became a permanent fixture in 1527, when 147 of 189 guards and their commander died protecting Clement VII from the Holy Roman Emperor’s unpaid Spanish Mercenaries during the sack of Rome. They fought a rear guard action on the passageway between the Papal Apartments and Castle St Angelo (Hadrians Tomb) allowing the Pope to lock himself away out of reach. He eventually ransomed himself by making good on the Spaniards overdue pay. Unlike our first trip, the Pilgrims Office (Opera Romana Pelligrinaggi) no longer issues Testimoniums. You must first enter St. Peter’s through the endless lines of tourists waiting to be checked by security. Even then, we understand that packs are not permitted so we headed off to our hotel.

Now things got nasty. Out hotel is 4.5 km due south of St Peter’s, well out of central Rome. It also involves a 500 ft+ climb and a 250 ft drop. By the time we got to our hotel an hour and a quarter later, we were tired and frustrated, only to find we had a room was a matrimonial rather than a twin. This was quickly fixed just in time to see the British tour group walk in about an hour after us. This is the advantage of having a guide. They apparently took a train from St Peter’s rather than walked. With a little research, I found that the train takes about 6 minutes, leaves every 9 minutes and only requires a few block walk at each end. It would have been nice if the tour company had provided us with this information. Oh well, live and learn. We will not make that mistake again.

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Fey's Cartoon RueViews: Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated

It only took forever, but I've finally completed all of my work and can now RueView Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated!

The short of it: I kinda get why Tumblr recommends this, but I do not. It's bad. It takes too much commitment to get to the good parts and is otherwise quite bad (especially when it comes to the characters). It wants to be both Scooby Doo! and a combination of Twin Peaks, H.P. Lovecraft, and other supernatural horror, but in trying to do both it fails. If you want Twin Peaks, watch Twin Peaks; if you want Scooby Doo!, watch a different Scooby Doo! series.

Spoilers ahead.

Mystery Incorporated tries to give itself a "myth arc"/overarching mystery. It's...odd.

We start with an idea that there is a cursed treasure buried under Crystal Cove, the show's setting. This has something to do with the conquistadors who founded the town.

As the show progresses, we learn that there is an artifact called the Planispheric Disc, which was created by the Spaniards as a sort of mystical map leading to the location of the cursed treasure. The disc has been broken up into six pieces; the plot gradually starts focusing on them as they are discovered. It turns out much later that it first must show the location of four elemental keys, which can then be used to open portals that kinda-sorta lead to the elemental planes (I say "kinda-sorta" because Water and Earth seem to belong to the same plane), with the cursed treasure being the Elemental Plane of Fire.

The so-called "cursed treasure" is, in fact, the Evil Entity -- an Anunnaki (as in ancient astronauts) who is bent on destroying and devouring everything (so Tharizdun/Rovagug/etc.). In this continuity, the Anunnaki are incorporeal beings from another dimension who can interact with Earth while the planets (including Nibiru) align once every few thousand years; even then, they "must" possess animals to do so,* resulting in some of Earth's ancient gods. They are responsible for two things: sealing the Evil Entity away in a crystal sarcophagus (like you do) and being the ancestors of all talking animals in the series.

Yeah.

The Evil Entity's actions are shown to be entirely in the Americas, specifically the Yucatan and southern California, even though the sarcophagus is clearly Egyptian. For some reason, though it should have been sealed away on the Elemental Plane of Fire millennia prior, all four elemental keys are conquistador artifacts (a sailcloth, a piece of flint in a flintlock pistol, a bowl, and a helmet).

Anyway, the Evil Entity is responsible for:

The majority of the mystery and evil going on in Crystal Cove thanks to greed relating to the (nonexistent) cursed treasure.

From that, specifically driving a bunch of conquistadors (specifically the ones who founded Crystal Cove) to do absolutely abominable things.

The formation of one mystery solving group after another -- always in groups of five with one animal and four humans° -- to free it from its prison (whether they want to or not).

#2 results in the conquistadors feeling great guilt and so doing everything they can to hide the cursed treasure (etc.) away. Thanks to the Evil Entity's manipulations, the animal member of the then-current group is also responsible for sinking the original Crystal Cove under the sea. (No, it doesn't make sense one way or another: the submerged Crystal Cove is in the midnight zone [3000-13,000 ft. below sea level and in the open ocean] and was sunk via several set charges of gunpowder [remember, this is before dynamite existed] triggering an earthquake; since there were not supposed to be any survivors, it doesn't make sense that the modern Crystal Cove would claim to have been the successor to that town, let alone have an English name.)

Almost all of this is season two.

Season one alludes to other goings on, but only barely. It is half about a monster of the week (as is season two) and half about...shipping.

I want to posit that Scooby Doo! as a franchise can only have the following three options for the relationship dynamics of Mystery, Inc., with the obvious caveat that Scooby and Shaggy are inseparable:

The group is purely platonic.

Daphne is Fred's girlfriend and this is the primary (possibly only) reason she tags along. Note that this doesn't explain the series in which she appears but Fred and Daphne do not.

The group is a polycule, but may as well be platonic because the most sexuality you'll get out of them is subtext.

This, I think, is for good reason: while the Internet in general and Tumblr specifically loves shipping, it can and frequently does get in the way of more pressing (or just good) writing.

Like having a show from the '60s and '70s treat men and women as equals: Fred is the group leader and organizer who helps somewhat with finding clues, while Velma is hands down the one who does most of the mystery solving; Daphne and Shaggy are equally useless -- Daphne usually finds secret passages and such inadvertently (by stumbling into them) and Shaggy is just a duplicate of Scooby.

To the extent that the characters had personalities before this show, they're ruined here -- especially by the shipping:

Fred is obsessed with traps first and mystery-solving in general. It's almost a hyperfocus for him.

Daphne is obsessed with Fred. Season one makes her crush semi-unrequited and never requited to her tastes (leading to standard non-jokes about the sexes) until Fred breaks off their engagement at the end of the season finale. Fred spends some time trying to win her back during season 2, which starts with her refusing and moves to her being reticent. It's development, but not in a way that matters.

Shaggy is as cowardly as ever, which leads to major drama.

Velma is toxic. The show begins with her and Shaggy in a clandestine relationship; Shaggy doesn't want Scooby to know. Velma is, of course, jealous, so eventually demands that Shaggy choose between her and the dog. This serves no real purpose: we know he's going to pick Scooby and anyone can tell you that you shouldn't date someone who makes you choose between them and a pet or your best friend. But it gets worse: not only does Velma do this and hold a grudge about it for the rest of the series, but she tries to change everything about Shaggy (eating habits, mode of dress, speech, etc.) before he breaks it off. He even lets her down gently. In the meantime, Velma is vain, condescending, and sarcastic in ways that aren't funny. She eventually starts showing hints that she's a lesbian (as was apparently the intention), but by this point she's become the worst character on the show.

Scooby tries to take a level in badass. It doesn't work.

The characterization is just one of the many ways the show tries not to be Scooby Doo!, but still wants to be it. Every episode has chase sequences, but only one has the classic Scooby Doo! chase sequence (in one door, out another in a random order); even with these chase sequences, the characters don't move in ways that convey their different body styles and personalities until a single shot in the series finale. Whenever they unmask someone, they're all surprised (usually) by who it is and it is the villain of the week who reveals the details of what went down, rather than Velma and Fred establishing how it all happened; Velma or Fred may or may not relate what led to figuring out who the villain was, but it will lack most of the mystery genre clue-gathering and interviewing that the rest of the franchise does. (The most consistent thing is having someone deliver the "you meddling kids" line.) Allusions to previous series are frequently negative (like Shaggy and Scooby hating vegetarian food; Casey Kasem, the OG voice of Shaggy [consistent until this series, in which he cameos as Shaggy's dad], was a vegan and had a major blow up about Shaggy advertising for Burger King in the '90s, leading to an eight-year hiatus voicing him). Scooby Snacks are barely mentioned, rather than being a once-an-episode bribe.

Like, Scooby Doo! is half comedy, half mystery. It does this well by having minimal characterization of the main cast. The amount of time this show spends on other stuff leads to the basics falling to the wayside. The show's jokes are for the most part poor, but it still tries to be a comedy.

In short, Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated wants to be too many things, fails at integrating them into a cohesive whole, and ends up ruining its characters in the process.

*The one we see at present does possess a dog. Others in the past include the furry-esque Egyptian deities, a dragon, and a fully humanoid deity of unknown extraction.

°Up until the reveal of a group of Spanish monks being a predecessor group, it's established that every group has two men, two women, and an animal mascot. Indeed, apart from the monks, only one other group deviates from this pattern -- the cowboy-themed Mystery Gang, which is made up of four women and Tiny the bull. The show never explains why the Evil Entity does this, nor does it connect the mystery solving group members to the other obvious set of four things (the elements).

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(via Fujimi 1/76 Ho-Ni Type 1 Tank Destroyer (OOB))

FUJIMI 1/76 HO-NI TYPE 1 TANK DESTROYER (OOB)

During WWII, the tank really came into its own and matured as an important, even pivotal, piece of battlefield equipment. At the end of WWI, tanks had either been lumbering behemoths like the German A7V or British Mk. 1, or tiny armoured knits, like the French FT-17. During the interwar years, the tank struggled to find a shape and a place on the battlefield, but with the outbreak of WWII and stunning success of the Blitzkrieg through Poland and the Low Countries, it was plain to everyone that the tank was now firmly established as the new king of mobile warfare.

The problem with tanks was that they were relatively expensive to both make and operate, and required considerable maintenance in the field. Because of this, there was reluctance to commit them en masse, especially from countries with less production capacity than the US and USSR. The German Wehrmacht developed an almost bewildering array of vehicles designed to take on tanks without actually BEING tanks. These were the “tank destroyers”, vehicles that often looked like tanks or assault guns but that represented a compromise between cost and effectiveness.

While Germany was arguably the most prolific user of tank destroyers (their “Jagdpanzer” series being very numerous), they were not the only ones. Almost every combatant that had tanks also developed the chassis into cheaper, lighter tank destroyers. Interestingly, it could be said that Italy really had no real tanks, but did rely (to their great misfortune) on tank destroyers to even the odds against Allied armour.

One nation that had tanks, but didn’t really have very good ones, was Japan. Tanks were hard to use in the jungles of the Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere, and the massive machines of the Allies and Germany weren’t it was thought, all that suitable, nor necessary, for much of the work performed by the Japanese Army. (After all, you don’t need something like a Tiger to take on Chinese peasants.) As a result, even the bigger Japanese tanks, like the Shinhoto Chi-Ha, were more like light/medium tanks (think Stuart) than battlefield juggernauts (think Tiger or Panther). However, this didn’t preclude the Japanese from observing the unfolding armoured contests in Europe and determining that having a “gun tank” (as they called it) would be a good idea.

The result was the Ho-Ni. This, as with so many other converted tank destroyers of the time, used the chassis of a tank and added a stationary, armoured heavy gun in place of the turret. The Ho-Ni used the Chi-Ha (Type 97) tank as a base, and added a fixed armoured superstructure with a Type 90 75mm gun. This gun, in its field gun iteration, was often used in the anti-armour role, and was one of Japan’s heaviest direct-fire guns of the war.

Sadly, the Ho-Ni family were not widely produced. There were three variants, and total production just exceeded 100. They were rarely encountered late in the war, and most were retained in Japan itself to help fight the expected Allied invasion. With front and side armor of 51mm, the Ho-Ni wasn’t terribly weak on armour, where it had it. Compared to the Jagdpanzer IV/L70 with 80mm of frontal armour, it was not as safe from a frontal attack. The side armour was better than the German machine, which only had 30mm of side armour. However, the Ho-Ni used an open superstructure, providing reduced protection to the crew from both the elements and the enemy.

Due to the relative rarity of the Ho-Ni, it is not something that kit makers clamber over each other to make. There’s no mad rush to be the first to kit yet another, better Ho-Ni; the kit to render the others obsolete. Amazingly, though, there have been four distinct sizes and flavours of Ho-Ni Type 1 over the years; a 1/35 Tamiya, a 1/50 (WTF? Really?) LS, a 1/76 Fujimi and even a 1/144 “simple kit “by YSK. Now, not all of these are easy to find, but at least there’s some choice. For me, though, there was only one choice, and that was the Fujimi 1/76. Not only is that my preferred scale for armour, but it’s also a kit that I picked up the same time as my Chi-Ha!

So, let’s see what Fujimi did in 1975 to take their nice little Shinhoto Chi-Ha kit and turn it into this little known and rarely encountered tank destroyer, shall we?

The Box:

This is an early issue of the kit, and like the Chi-Ha, sports some awesome period box art! While there is some text at the top of the box, telling you what this kit is, the bulk of the (sadly rather small) box top is covered with a large image of a Ho-Ni Type 1 deep in a jungle. The art is done in that heavy, old-school oil-painting style; my favourite!

Surprisingly, the art doesn’t look that gritty. The Ho-Ni is surprisingly clean; there’s no mud caked or spattered on the vehicle, and even the path its on looks dry and dust-free. Usually, this era of art has guns blazing, so you get smoke and fire adding to the mix, but this one is free of that. Since the second crewman behind the gun can be seen loading the shell into the 75mm gun, it’s implied that this vehicle likely is in combat, though.

That one aspect, as well as the highly camouflaged infantryman behind the knoll on the right side of the image, is very much at odds with the rest of the scene. The background is surprisingly bright, with what appear to be streamers of sunshine coming in at a sharp angle through a dense jungle canopy. The trees behind the Ho-Ni are largely lit up, and there are interesting shadows and rays of light coming from the heavier, darker foliage on the right. The background gives a sense of heavy, hot stillness.

In fact, you could say that rather than trading on action, the box art trades on anticipation. It seems like everything is about to happen. It’s as if even nature is holding its breath in the last seconds before the gun opens fire and the fight is joined. That sense of tension is not something usually seen on model boxes, at least not older ones. For that alone, the box is to be held in high regard. It’s also a very nice colour paint plan, although the use of four colour cammo seems excessive.

The confusion is brought home by the side of the box, where it shows a small, simple drawing of the vehicle from the front, side and rear, and it’s in three colours. I’m likely going to use the same colours as I did on my Chi-Ha, which will make the two of them into a cool little set. On the other side of the box is a cross-sell for the two Type-97s, the normal and Shinhoto variants. While this box is very small, and amazingly thin, it does a great job, like all Fujimi boxes, of giving you a great feel for the vehicle’s key features, colour and operational environment. Not bad for something roughly the size of a postcard!

The Kit:

In real life, the Ho-Ni was just a new gun on top of a Chi-Ha chassis, so it should come as no surprise that this kit is exactly the same thing! In the small box are only tow tan-coloured sprues, as well as a sheet of decals, some rubber band tracks, and one typically Japanese mystery tube (I think it’s cement). Of the two tan sprues, one of these is smaller than the other. The larger is the same as the one that came with the Chi-Ha; it includes the hull, road wheels, drive sprockets and all the little bits like exhausts and lights that go on the chassis. It is a direct lift from the Chi-Ha kit, as far as I can tell. The second sprue includes the new hull top with the larger opening for the Type 90 gun, the gun’s casemate panels and, of course, the gun itself.

As with the Chi-Ha, the parts are relatively fine and fairly well detailed the chassis has some nice detail, even on the underside. The suspension is all moulded onto the hull sides, so for those that like to have a complex and airy set of assemblies… you’re out of luck. However, if you like things kept moderately detailed and simple, then this guy is definitely up your alley! Despite the amount of detail, some of it looks a bit soft, but it should still come up with a pastel wash or two.

Now, the big (pun intended) selling point of this kit is the new superstructure and gun. To be honest, not even the top of the hull has changed much, although the omission of the ball-mounted machine gun is both correct and well done. There’s a bigger hole where the gun will mount, but that’s about the only change. Looking at the pieces for the gun, though, even I have to say it’s a bit disappointing. The entire gun, including the recoil slide, is cast as a single piece. Only the mounting cradle is separate, and that comes as two halves.

The good part of this is that you don’t have to worry about sanding down a seam that runs along the barrel. The bad news is that there’s likely going to be a mould line, running down the barrel. Not only that, but of course, the barrel is solid, so it’ll need to be drilled out to look even semi-decent. Also, the gun’s barrel tip doesn’t look right. If you look at the box art, you’ll see the end of the barrel is a bit bigger than the rest. It’s a very subtle curve, like the bell on a clarinet. However, the kit’s barrel has a totally different look!

The kit’s gun has what appears to be a salad bowl stuck on the end of it! Not only is it very much more pronounced than on the box, it’s also curved the wrong way AND it has a clear demarcation line as to where the curve starts. None of this looks right, and it is a disappointment. It means some serious correction needs to be done on what should have been a simple, straight-assembly kit. Some detail painting and washing may help with the one-piece nature of the gun, but that barrel end cannot be simply painted over! Also, if you wanted little elevation and azimuth wheels for the gun, then you need to move on. There’s no detail THAT fine on this model!

Some armour kits come with figures, and the Ho-Ni is no exception. The problem is that you get a “saluting guy” and a “looking forwards guy”. On the box, you can see the latter peeking over the casemate. Okay, so that’s fine, and the figure is a bit static looking but you can make it work. The saluting guy, though, is more appropriate for a parade review than anything. While the instructions may show a drawing of the “loading guy” as seen on the box, there’s no sign of a figure of him in the styrene. It’s a shame, because he’d be really useful for a diorama!

One thing that is cool is that there is a very, VERY rudimentary interior for the gun area. There’s a new plate that fits into the lower hull that has a bit of mechanical detail (Is it part of the engine? Not sure…) on it and creates a recessed floor for the gun to bolt into. If you’re a scratchbuilder you can have some fun in there, for sure! The rest of the gun’s superstructure comes in more parts than you’d expect; there are two ‘wings’ for the side, but the front armour is made of 3 pieces, and then there is a piece that forms the “roof” that very partially covers the top of the fighting compartment.

The rubber tracks are similar to those in a Matchbox kit, but are not as good. Why? Well, Matchbox figured out how to loop the tracks into themselves to create only a minor interruption in the track pattern. Fujimi did not. They have a flat plate where the tracks join, and it looks crappy when it’s done. You’re going to want to be sure that piece ends up on bottom, since this vehicle doesn’t have any kind of side skirting armour at all.

Instructions and Decals:

The instructions are on a small, triple-folded piece of paper. They are all black and white, and being from the mid-‘70s, they are hand-drawn. They’re quite clear, when it comes to the assembly process, and there shouldn’t be much confusion as to how this little guy goes together. There are only four steps, and most of the instructions are also recycled from the Chi-Ha kit. They did bother to redraw them, or at least add to them, though, so that the new “interior” was added before closing the hull.

The addition of the road wheels to the hull can look a bit confusing, but it’s really not, and from building the Chi-Ha I can tell you that it all will go together pretty well. My hope is that the gun can be added after the superstructure is all mounted. Personally, I’d try gluing the superstructure together, adding it to the tank on a test-fit, and then seeing if you can wiggle the gun in. I think it will make life much easier.

The other side (nominally the ‘front’) of the instructions has an introduction to the vehicle, all in Japanese. (I should Google translate it with my phone, I guess, but I do prefer the “mystery” of it all!) Interestingly, and confusingly, there are several different vehicles shown on the plan. The top “front and back” pics are of the completed kit, showing the included figures standing in the fighting compartment. Below that is a black and white, yet four-colour, paint plan. Strangely enough, in between the top and side views of this scheme is a three-colour scheme, and I assume it’s the one on the side of the box.

At the bottom of the page ins a four-view of a totally different vehicle! This is a Ho-Ni Type 3, and you can tell because it has a totally enclosed fighting compartment. Why is this here, and why is it the biggest illustration? Not sure, to be honest. Maybe so if you want to scratchbuild the casemate you can? On the “random vehicle” front, check out the line art of the SP gun version of this chassis in the middle right column. This is similar to the Ho-Ni, but is called the Type 4 Ho-Ro, and used a 150mm howitzer. There are no Fujimi kits of either of these vehicles, so they’re mentioned here for completeness, I guess? Hmm… that phone translation thing seems like a good idea…

The decal sheet that comes with the kit is fairly impressive, at least compared to the Chi-Ha, which didn’t come with any. (I think it was supposed to, though). You get some numbers and characters, as well as some hull Hinomarus. There are also some things that look like flags, including both the “sunburst” and plain versions. There are, sadly, no instructions for applying many of the decals; just the number and Hinomaru are shown in the main view.

Conclusions:

Like the Chi-Ha, the Ho-Ni Type 1 is an interesting little kit. It’s not overly complicated, and it should go together fairly easily without a lot of fuss. For the most part. As mentioned, the gun is in need of some serious accurizing in order to look proper when the kit is done. If you’re into Japanese tanks, and you’ve built the Chi-Ha, then most of this is going to be a rerun for you, but since it’s not a huge kit that’s not really a big deal.

This is a kit that most people should be able to build okay. It’s good for people who are new to armour, because there’s not a lot to it, and it isn’t going to require extensive fiddling with things like complicated suspension and copious interior details. On that front, though, if you are someone who demands a lot from your armour kits, then this is likely one you’ll want to take a pass on. Its simplicity and small scale, not to mention relative lack of aftermarket for it, might not be the thing you’re looking for.

Still, I’m liking this thing. It’s a neat counterpoint to some of the European war’s clearly more advanced and powerful machines, and it makes a neat companion to put with the Chi-Ha. Since it won’t take too much time, or shelf space once it’s built, I really can’t think of any reason not to grab one. Maybe it’ll be just the thing to break you out of a case of AMS (Advanced Modeller’s Syndrome) and remind you of what modelling can be; a fun and interesting way to kill a bit of time and maybe learn something new about a vehicle you didn’t know about before.

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risingsouls · 2 years

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🦎 + How the Zelda series has been developing? Or just Zelda games in general I guess

Momo Talks About Shit So She Doesn't Fall Asleep At Work || Open!

[Man. I've said it before. But Breath of thr Wild is pretty much the DBS of the Zelda series for me. To a much lesser extent, as I could definitely replay BOTW with ease, but imo, it makes a lot of the same mistakes as DBS. The biggest of which is it just...didn't have a lot of the elements that made a Zelda game a ZELDA GAME locked up tight enough. The open world is absolutely GREAT for this series and I loved that. It really pushed the grand adventure idea and added slight hints of survival in there that would absolutely be present in Link's journey. So in the open world portion, outside of I wish there was a bit more variety of enemies, I think they pulled that off pretty well.

But as far as taking that and still making it feel like a Zelda game with a great story and awesome dungeons, they just missed the mark. The gimmicks in the Divine Beasts were interesting for one of them, maybe two, but then it was just meh. And the shrines definitely did not make up for the lackluster "dungeons." Most of the characters were pretty uninteresting, and they relied on side quests (the memories, for instance) and DLC to really get the story told. Which, to me, shouldn't be the case.

And i get that it's the point of an open world game to have more freedom from the story to explore and whatnot, but part of me felt we did need a little more reigning in and focus on the story (more story even) than the complete "go nuts" approach the game takes. I'm not saying having to complete things in order or lots of hand holding, but with how little story element there was with so much to explore and do in the meantime, it made it easy to further lose interest in what you were doing and the story because there was not like...urgency or story-related stuff to do. It was basically just free the beasts and defeat Ganon. Have at it. Which is fine but at the same time just...didnt work for me when i come to Zelda games in part for the story. It honestly just felt like any open world game ft. Link and Zelda and...sorta Ganon.

So, if we ever get BOTW 2, i hope they have taken notes on what people that actually take the time to critique the first say. The direction they're going has a lot of promise and I think it can be done, but I guess they just can't get lazy with it just because a lot of people/critics raved about the first game. It was good, but it needed some work to actually make it feel like a Zelda game and not just a generic, open world experience.]

#.:ask:.#.:ooc:.#viopolis #thanks for this one too #ive probably talked about all this too but EH

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Little One pt.2

I am telling you guys right there is to be a LOTTTT more smut within this series. This is only the beginning. Hope you all enjoy part 2 as much as part 1 !

Paring- OT7 x Reader (poly)

Summary- Through your husbands line of work they take a week or more off to spend some time with their wife.

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Arriving at Celeste you were in awe at how many people were always here. Not wanting to brag but your club was by far the best at bringing in not only money but also people. You knew what people wanted. The feeling of letting go with a hint of sexual tension and endless booze. You all went up to your usual spot. Right in the middle up top so you had a view of the whole place.

“Y/N,” said your favorite waitress Cleo.

“Lo! So good to see you.” You said hugging her. “How’s everything?”

“Everything is actually amazing. Tonight has been nothing but smooth.” She smiled.

“I meant with you silly.” You nudge her arm. “How’s baby girl?”

“Of course!” she giggled. “She’s amazing, finally almost ready for school. I may just cry.”

“Well don’t, you may make me cry.” You smiled, rubbing her arm.

“The usual I presume?” She asked.

“Boys?” You looked at your husbands.

A round of yes’ and sures were heard.

You laughed.

“Yes and get something for yourself as well!” You pointed after her.

She nodded.

“You are just too nice.” Namjoon said, pulling you into his lap.

“She’s an amazing worker and mother.” You smiled. “I think I’ll keep her around.”

He nodded.

Once the drinks were brought you downed a few shots to start.

“You better behave tonight.” Yoongi said.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smirked at him grabbing another shot.

“You know exactly what he means.” Taehyung said from beside him.

You giggle at the memory of you fighting off some drunk guys who started a fight with Chi. You were buzzed but boy did you impress your boys, not a scratch left on you. That was a night to remember.

“I’m gonna go dance.” You said practically bouncing in Joon’s lap at the beat of the music. “Anyone wanna join me?”

“I’ll meet you in a few minutes.” Kookie said.

You smiled, shaking your ass as you headed for the dance floor. You found your girls at the edge of the dance floor talking with Cleo.

“Ladies.” You said hugging Chi from behind.

“Someone’s on one.” Said Skye laughing.

“I’ve had a few shots. I feel amazing.” You smiled, running your hands down your body.

They all giggled.

You removed your blazer leaving you in your dress as you didn’t wanna get warm.

“Shall we?” You said pulling them to the floor.

They all yelled in excitement.

Fever by ENHYPEN started playing and you all were grinding on each other. You were in your element. From above your boys watched you. They were in awe of you.

“You gotta see her. She looks hot.” Hobi said.

“That dress.” Jimin said. “I had no idea it was backless.” He bit his lip.

“She’s playing with fire tonight.” Yoongi said.

“This is gonna be a LONGGGGG week for her.” Tae said, smirking.

“Look at her grinding on them.” Joon said. “She knows what she does to us.”

“I’m going down.” Kook said.

They all nodded, eyes still on you.

Letting the music take you, you felt a pair of familiar hands on your body.

“Nice of you to join me.” You smirked, grinding into him.

“You looked too good, I had too.” He held your hips in place.

You hummed, throwing your head back into him.

“Beside,” he began “the show you put on with Chi and Skye, you were killing us.”

“You enjoyed it?” You turned to face him.

“Baby I am so close to taking you right now.” He said. “So what do you think?”

You turned back around grinding hard into him.

His grip on you tightened.

“Don’t start this little one if you know what’s good for you.” He growled into your ear.

“But I like it, baby.” You pouted. “Don’t you?”

You stepped away from him, hands running on your body as you moved your body to the beat of the song.

“Let’s get a drink kitty,” Chi said, pulling you from Kookie.

“Bye baby.” You smiled leaving him on the dance floor.

He shook his head before making his way back upstairs.

“She will be the death of me.” He said plopping down next to V.

“She’s trouble that one.” Yoongi said, sipping his drink.

“Girl you are so gonna get it when you get home.” Chi said.

“Ugh you are so lucky.” Skye said.

“All that dick and they're good looking? I’d be prancing around like that too.” Chi said.

You giggled.

“They treat me like royalty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smiled while sipping your drink. “Besides, they liked the show we put on for them.” You smirked.

“Oh really now?” Chi said.

“Maybe we should take it up a notch.” Skye said.

You knew exactly what they meant.

“Let me find the perfect song.” You smirked walking away.

Sacrifice by Black Atlass ft. Jessie Reyes began playing. You knew what this song did to them, especially if it involved you.

Taking your girls to the middle. You all started off solo before moving in together. Chi in the front, you in the middle and Skye behind you. The boys were watching you like hawks. They knew you had your way with women but boy did it rile them up seeing you like this in the middle of them. Both of them kissing on you as you grabbed Chi's ass pulling her closer. This was nothing new between you three. You had your few share of moments between each other but it never meant anything and never ruined your friendship over it. You knew what you were doing and you were pleased to look up and see them all staring, you blew them a kiss before going back to dancing as the song was coming to an end. Making your way back up top, all eyes were on you.

“You,” V began. “Will be the death of me.”

“Did you enjoy the show, my love?” You bit your bottom lip.

“I should take you here right now,” Hoseok growled. “Let everyone know what a naughty slut you’ve been.” He bit your neck. Earning a moan.

“Shall we head home then?” You put a finger under his chin.

“Let’s go.” Yoongi said, pulling you away.

Walking through the club to leave the girls spotted you being rushed away. They giggled. They knew what kinda night was underway for you.

“Don’t break her!!” Skye yelled.

“We have a retreat after your vacation. She’s gotta be there.” Chi added.

You laughed at them waving bye.

Getting into the limo you were placed on Jimin’s lap.

“You were naughty tonight.” He whispered in your ear making you squirm.

“Do you know the things we wanna do to you?” Hoseok said into your other ear.

“I wasn’t that bad daddy.” You moaned out as Jimin began doing circles on your nipple. Hoseok pulled your dress up, exposing you. The cool air hitting you made you moan.

“No bra or panties?” Yoongi said. “It’s like you wanted a punishment.”

“But look at how wet I am for you daddy.” You whined out at them.

They groaned, they loved you in this state. All turned on and willing to do anything for them.

“Touch me baby.” You whined at Jimin who was running his finger on your thigh getting very close to your heat.

“Not here princess, we’re almost home.” He whispered.

You let out a whine.

“Keep it up little one or you won’t be getting any dick tonight.” Jin said sternly.

You instantly shut up.

“That’s a good girl.” Namjoon said.

Once home they all hurried inside, Jimin holding your waist kissing on your neck as you walked in the house.

Once inside he pushed you into the door leaving a trail of wet kisses on you.

“Tonight Jimin and Hobi have their way with you.” Jin said. Earning a whine from Jungkook.

“It’s okay Kookie, you can have a taste tomorrow.” You said biting your lip.

“You’re in for princess.” Hoseok said, putting you over his shoulder.

He entered the play room (Red Room if you will) placing you on your feet.

“That was fun.” You giggled.

“It’ll be more fun once these clothes are gone.” Jimin said.

“Strip baby.” Hobi ordered.

You pulled the straps down your arms before letting the dress slip to your feet leaving you in your heels. They both looked at you in awe. The curviness of your body drives them crazy. You bent down to undo your heels when they stopped you.

“Leave them princess.” Hoseok said.

You stood back up.

“Aren’t you both a little too dressed.” You crossed your arms.

They began undressing, your eyes practically ready to fall out at the sight of them. You were ready for them.

They saw you staring, Jimin beckoned you with his finger to come to them. You instantly got on all fours and crawled. Once in front of them you were eye level with their cocks. You reached out for them only to be swatted away.

“Bed. Now.” Hoseok ordered.

You got onto bed waiting on your back. The quietness of the room only made you more anxious. You were about to speak when you felt a mouth on you, making you cry out. You grabbed onto what you could that thing being Jimin’s head. The things he was doing to you were incredible.

“Jimin.” You moaned out. “More..please.”

“You want more baby?” He said in between licks.

He soon entered a finger making you moan loud. You felt the bed dip, looking over you were met you Hobi’s dick.

“Open little one.” He said.

You opened eager to taste him. He entered with ease , starting off with a slow pace before ducking your throat. You were in heaven.

“I’m gonna add a second, okay baby?” He asked.

You moaned out against Hoseok's dick as a second finger entered you. The vibrations from you caused Hobi to groan, almost bottoming out.

“I-I’m close.” you moaned.

“No you’re not.” Jimin said, removing his fingers.

You whined at the loss of contact.

“Don’t be a brat Y/n.” Hoseok growled. “Ass up.”

You got up quick.

“That's a good girl.” Jimin said coming up behind you.

He began running his tip against your opening.

“I-I need you..now.” you moaned out. “Stop teasing.”

“Why should I?” He began. “You’ve done nothing but tease us all night.”

“But you enjoyed it.” You giggled.

Jimin slapped you on the ass. You moaned loud.

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. The amount of times you have had them all in you and yet you still couldn’t handle it.

You cried out gripping the sheets as he entered you fully.

“Move baby.” You said.

He began slow, building up a steady pace. You were a morning mess.

“You like when hyung fills you up?” Hoseok said watching Jimin fuck you.

You cried out.

“Answer him.” Jimin said earning a slap to your ass.

“Yes Hobi,” you moaned out.

“What was that?” He said getting close to you.

“Yes daddy.” You mewled out.

“Good girl, look at you taking his cock.” He cooed.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Cum baby.” You yelled out. “Give it to me.”

A few more strokes and he bottomed out. You collapsed, laying on your stomach for a few seconds before Hoseok flipped you over.

“Get ready baby.” He smirked.

Sex with Hoseok was something else, he was always tying you up and doing everything in his power to please you.

“We’re not going all out tonight.” He said entering you. “ I’m not going to last very long.”

You cried out as he began a brutal pace. He knew exactly what to do to get you to cum. You could feel the knot beginning to form in you, you were close.

“I’m close Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Me too baby,” he said almost out of breath. “Just hold out for a bit, ok?”

You nodded trying your hardest, you ended up clenching around him making him lose focus.

“Cum for me princess,” he said.

You cried out as you released on him. He came soon after. You were out of breath, you couldn’t wait for what the next few days brought you. They took notice of your state and knew you were to pass out soon,

“Let’s clean up baby and then you can head to bed.” Jimin said already working to clean you up.

After cleaning up they placed you in your bed, both getting in on either side of you. Both wrapped their arms around you making you feel safe, you soon began to drift off to sleep.

#imagines #imagine #bts mafia au #BTS #bts mafia fic #mafia bts #bts mafia imagine #mafia fic #mafia au #smut

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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do you have any already done well written happy ending series fic recs? tysm in advance

Hiii there’s so many really good series out there that I sadly haven’t gone around to reading (anyone can drop their recs too!) but here are the completed, with happy ending, and well-written series (more than 2 installments) that I recommend:

1. Falling skies by @fortunexkookie (a, f, s) - f2l, best friend’s brother, fuckboy jk - involves character death so it’s really painful but it reads like a movie

2. Seal the deal on ao3 by blaqandwhite (a, f, s) - s2l, arranged marriage au, ceo kids - if you want really well-written characters and backstories

3. Sugar high by @yeojaa (a, f) - bf2l, idol au - the longing and love that YN & JK have for each other are sooo well-written

4. For science series by @boymeetsweevil (a, f, s) - f2l, nerd jk - I really love the plot and just the way the story developed is done so well

5. Half a heart without you on ao3 by blaqandwhite (a, f) - bf2l, adulting - involves character death so it’s painful and there’s so much angst but the ending is worth it

6. Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash (a, f, s) - s2l, mafia au - reads like a movie, involves ot7, and backstories are so good

7. re:untitled pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4 by @to-star-lake (a, f, s) - e2l, childhood friends, arranged marriage, ceo au - the reveal was so painfully beautiful and I cried, so there’s that

8. Welcome home series on ao3 by automnleaves (a, f) - f2l, childhood friends, neighbors au, noona reader - reads like a tv show, so many things happened but they’re all weaved together so well, and ft. the other boys so it’s fun

9. Rocket to the moon (chaptered on ao3 but a oneshot on tumblr by @roseok (a, f, s) - workmates au, roommates au - reads like a romcom movie that is so fun and a lil emotional

10. Fall for you by @kimvtae (a, f, s) - e2l, fwb au, jock jk, fuckboy jk - has all the elements that makes a fwb/college au story so good

11. Puzzle 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 by @kimvvantae (a, s) - bf2l, friends with benefits, college au - smut and angst written soooo well with the right amount of fluff to wrap it all up

12. Just the girl + drabbles 1, 2, 3 on ao3 by obiwrites (a, f) -e2f2l, childhood friends, adulting - this one is at the top for me, with so well-written characters and dialogues and punch lines; it reads like a romcom series too

13. Reading between the lines on ao3 (f, s) - e2f2l, college au, jock jk, soft jk - this one is so sweet and the development of their friendship and feelings is done really well

#ask #fic rec #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #wow ok I have so much more reading to do #my thoughts are there for you to gague which ones you feel like reading

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marimopeace · 3 years

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there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...

a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?

i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!

with isekai - in another world

you see everything from:

pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)

otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)

with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*

you see...

the same tropes!!

pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)

self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)

*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*

similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!

the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?

the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.

like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u

(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)

breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.

at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.

insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*

in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)

but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.

idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!

recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3

// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //

save me princess

super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!

the beginning after the end

an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!

trash of the count's family

such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!

this time i will definitely be happy!

v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!

silver diamond

older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!

the princess imprints a traitor

adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml

#isekai #mother's basement #inuyasha #digimon #fushigi yugi #.hack//legend of the twilight #log horizon #overlord #the saint's magic power is omnipotent #the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap #a returner's magic should be special #adonis #the lady and the beast #light and shadow #kumo desu ga nani ka #her majesty's swarm #fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess #death is the only ending for a villainess #the villainess wants to marry a commoner #save me princess #the beginning after the end #the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion #trash of the count's family #this time i will definitely be happy!#silver diamond #see i normally put the raw titles for everything but the tiny korean/japanese part of my brain is so tired bc my english brain went off #the princess imprints a traitor #manga #manhwa #donghua

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