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din-miller · 6 months

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Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?

Fluff or smut it's up to you!

❤️

Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.

Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Words: all together is 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men

A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika

WRECKER

You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.

While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.

It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.

You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.

They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.

A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.

“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.

You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.

You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”

Wrecker.

Sweat, loving, Wrecker.

Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.

Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.

The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”

“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”

“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”

“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”

“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”

Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”

“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”

“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.

You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”

Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.

You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.

Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.

You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”

“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.

The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”

“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”

Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”

His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.

Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.

“There, all done.”

“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.

Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.

Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.

If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.

The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.

In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”

You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”

The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.

“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”

You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.

His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”

“Oh, I will.”

HUNTER

You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.

It would be an absolute shit show.

So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.

The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.

A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.

Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”

“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.

“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”

“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.

“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”

Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”

You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”

“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”

“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”

You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”

“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”

You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”

TECH

“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”

You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.

It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.

Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”

Panic floods your body, “No.”

Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”

“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.

Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”

Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.

Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”

“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”

His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.

You don’t dare to look at his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”

“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”

Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”

“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”

Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”

There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.

CROSSHAIR

“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”

Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”

You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”

“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–

“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”

“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.

Bastard.

You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.

Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”

That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.

“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”

You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.

Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.

His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”

His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.

“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”

His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.

“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”

Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.

Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”

#the bad batch #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #female reader #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb tech #justice joy writes #tw: implications to sexy times #warning 18+ content

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Between the Raindrops

TW: Angst. Smut. Enemies to lovers. Language. Degrading language. A bit of a slow burn.

SUMMARY: A fateful night changes your relationship with your least favorite pogue, indefinitely.

WORD COUNT: 3200

REQUESTED

Reader being kinda bratty so JJ doesn’t like her because he thinks she’s hot but too annoying until he sees her crying because of her boyfriend (maybe he cheated or was mean to her) so he comforts her until she’s stops crying and turns bratty again and JJ puts her in her place

Reader asking JJ to spend the night w her because it’s raining and it’s late but he doesn’t want to stay because he’s afraid of falling for a kook and he can’t trust her

Reader was JJs first kiss when they were younger they don’t have friends in common and don’t hang out at the same spots so they never really talked after the kiss until JJ sees readers boyfriend mistreat her and he stands up for her and takes her home and she invites him in

*I GOT ALL OF THESE WONDERFUL REQUEST AND DECIDED TO PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER, I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!*

Between the Raindrops

It was a secret nobody knew as it was best that way. The soft yet inexperienced lips had been well trained since then and you couldn't hide as your eyes zeroed in on them to test such a theory. Perhaps if not for the cruel arm at your wrist, you may have known since then. But with the title of "girlfriend" weighing heavy on your reputation as the perfect Kook you portrayed yourself to be, you couldn't deny the curiosities that looked just beyond your behaved existence. More specifically, how you craved to misbehave with a specific Pogue named JJ Maybank.

"Did he finally get tired of you complaining about how badly you want me?" JJ asked upon leaning over your shoulder at the annual bonfire as you took a moment to compose yourself. The only way to keep JJ at arm's length was to be cruel. Luckily, he made it easy to retort against him.

"Maybe how badly I want to be away from you..." You shot back as you scrunched your nose before turning back to your drink as you looked forward to the ocean. Completely unaware of how his eyes took you in from your ignorance. Every inch carved to perfection as far as he was concerned.

"Well tough luck, princess. It's so much more fun torturing you...I think it might just be my calling in life…"

"And you do it so well..."

"Maybe if you stop fighting your feelings and just give in to me, you wouldn't be so uptight...I could work all those little kinks-" He was close enough to feel the light mess of his hair to your cheek, your eyes fluttering at his closing proximity.

The thoughts that accumulated through a growth of maturity in the form of inappropriate conjurings were tempting to make a reality. He was close enough that you only had to turn and would no longer need to fantasize alone. And yet you were not alone that such an action would go by unnoticed.

The sudden slinking of an arm directing you away from JJ would be the silent saving grace you needed. Even if it would pull you into a more emotionally destructive situation.

It began as it always had with him nursing the bottle too heavily. The disposal of one would bring two others until he stumbled beyond the ability to stand up straight. This made you into the unintentional designated guardian to somehow who never seemed to know better.

"You're so pretty when you're quiet. You talk too much..." He said into your cheek as you tried to push him into the passenger side of the car, his body weight threatening to flatten you as he was nearly double your size. By some grace, you succeeded before his car stalled. No matter how many times you twisted the keys or hit against the steering wheel, it didn't seem to spark life into the failing engine.

"Need help, darling?" A teasing tone called from the side of your car as JJ happened to be present.

"I could fix it for you in no time..." You were desperate for the night to end for a multitude of reasons. For that, you would agree to his help, but damned to show the excitement his presence brought to your heart-and in the flutter between your thighs.

"You haven't let me touch you all night..." Your boyfriend reminded as his hands were quick between your thighs. Unbeknownst to you, JJ had been aware of the exchange, his hands turning to fists.

"Wanna pop the hood there, princess?" He reminded as you pushed away from the drunkard on your shoulder before realizing you never needed to.

JJ opened the door, slipped himself inside, before leaning close enough to be brazen and seduce you with a graze of his fingers once he set the hood to ascension and moved to work beneath the hood.

"You're my girlfriend..."

"You're drunk-" his hand forced yours to his pants, a half hard bulge making the moment anything but desirable.

"Fucking act like it…"

If not for the fact JJ was nearby, then for the fact your stomach twisted to the entire exchange. A common occurrence the longer you were with him. Always wanting someone else. Always wanting-

"JJ!" You gasped as he appeared at your side, your hand quickly moving back to your own lap.

And yet the analysis he gave you of the car had sounded synonymous to a new language, a few words recognized.

Engine. Had been the only one you could recall.

"I can give you a ride...but I'm not taking him..."

"I can't just leave him here..." To that, his phone illuminated.

"I'm waiting for you like you asked. But you already have my panties..." The photo of your best friend holding herself into the mirror you knew to wear a reflection of trying on Midsummers dresses the day before left your heart to twist. But not because of the loss of a truly heartless boyfriend, but for the embarrassment this would bring to you.

"Actually, yeah...I'd love a ride..."

"You're going with him? You can't leave me..."

"But Scarlett is waiting for you..." You shot back, throwing his phone back in his lap as he reached for you, toppling into the seat.

"You're nothing but a fucking tease-bitch!" He called out as his words were cold to your already fragile heart as you followed behind JJ. A borrowed truck acted as your carriage for the night as he left the beach.

"You're a guest, don't touch my stereo if you know what's good for ya, sweetheart..." He threatened as your eyes narrowed to the heavy music that left your head throbbing. But as you turned your gaze to the window, hiding the tears left by the heartache of the night, he would eventually turn the music down.

"You know...of all Kook Princesses you are the most...tolerable..." He explained with a grin reaching to showcase his dimples. Your eyes fell to his lips, tempting to reach across the car and connect them with your own.

"Scarlett isn't worth it..."

"You're only saying that because she rejected you..." You shot, hoping to keep him at arms length and away from acting on your desires. It seemed to work as he returned the music high and brought you home without another word.

By the time you made it into the driveway, the distance between the passenger door and your front door was scarcely visible from the new rain. A quick and heavy storm that rattled shutters and shook trees as you jumped to the lightning.

"You afraid of a little thunder or just realized the world doesn't revolve around you enough to keep you from getting wet?" He teased as your usual means of responding with sarcasm or aggravation faltered in contrast to your anxiety. You loathed the chaos of storms like this, knowing how cruel nature could be as it took everything in its path.

"Can you come in?" His eyes widened in shock.

"Just until the storm stops?"

Another rumble of thunder after a lengthy pause made you gasp.

"You don't even have to talk to me or anything..."

"A promise that you'll be quiet? How can I resist?" Before you could retract, he was on his feet and moving to your side of the car. You fumbled to retrieve your keys as you wanted to be prepared, moving past his chivalry and into the house with only a few drops dampening you.

"You truly are a princess..." He explained while looking at your photographs of former pageants.

"First place? Must not have been a beauty pageant then..." You tried to ignore him but the storm continued outside.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched you journey to the bathroom.

"Showering..."

"You can't...you could get electrocuted..."

"I've done it before."

"Might explain why you're a few brain cells shy-" your eyes narrowed to him.

"What the hell is your problem, JJ? What have I ever done to you?"

"Since you're a Kook I would say, well, existing..."

"And you think being a pogue makes you superior?"

"I think I know what it's like to work for something."

"Stealing isn't working."

"I've never stolen anything on the Northside...I work honestly..."

"Then why do you keep getting fired?" You managed to silence him. The victory in this leading your arms to cross at your chest.

"Run out of lies?" He was turned slightly away from you, seemingly running on low steam as he turned to face you. But he didn't stop as he directed his focus to you. He kept moving at you until you were pinned at the wall. His hand at your shorts and beneath the brass button with his fingers at your clothed clit, set almost as a threat.

"Ah..." You gasped.

"You stopped going there. You stopped doing brunch at The Island Inn so I got fired. You stopped playing golf so I stopped being a caddy. Because I want to have to look at me..." He brought your hand to his seam just as your boyfriend had done. Only when you felt him, you were electrified with what that present swelling could offer you. Whereas you were borderline disgusted when thinking of anyone else but him.

"I know you know what to do, don't be a fucking tease." He used your boyfriend's words against you as it made you motivated to prove him wrong. It was irritating and endorsing in unison as you began to stroke him over his trunks.

"No. With what I've had to put up with...I deserve you on your fucking knees...." A grip to your hair and you were guided downwards.

"All those remarks from that smart little mouth...now you're gonna make it up to me by letting me fuck it..." But he then moved away at the moment your hands rose to his hips. You couldn't explain the magnetism to him. There were plenty of handsome guys in the Outer Banks. And yet, there was only one who brought you to your knees. Only one you wanted to be on your knees for.

"Crawl, princess. Queens stand and you're too much of a fucking brat for a title like that..." You had watched him sit on the couch directly across from where he left you. And even as he looked at you with such arrogance, you were eager to please him. To prove him wrong.

"Slowly. You need to earn this cock after all you've put it through wearing all those goddamn bikinis..." He cocked his jaw.

"Matter of fact...strip. I want you to do it in only your bikini." You rose up to your knees and reached for your crocheted top.

"Slowly!" He threatened as you ignored him before throwing the fabric at him.

"I said slow-"

"Then do it yourself." When he sat forward, you moved to your shorts, tracing your fingers down your torso and lower still.

"You don't touch anything I've made wet."

"No?" You slipped your fingers into your bikini bottoms, the jean fabric of the shirts now low enough to where he could see every move you made behind the elastic of the suit.

"Fuck..." He spoke softly to himself.

"Come here..." He managed to speak behind his clenched teeth as you offered only a weak smirk.

"Not sure I need you, JJ. I could come right here...with you watching me...wanting me...Just out of reach…"

"You don't get to come unless I say..."

"Why should I listen to you? Think because you kissed me once that you deserve it?" He was moving quickly towards you, pulling you to your feet and pushing you onto the couch, before ultimately bending over you with an intimidating pin.

"Because nobody is ever going to make you come like I could-"

"You seem pretty confident for someone you didn't even know how to kiss..."

He scoffed. "That's because I was kissing the wrong set of lips to make you behave." He was between your legs before you could respond, your suit simply pulled to the side as his tongue ravaged you. Your fingers twisted his already messy locks into further disarray as he rose between breaths.

"Dirty fucking princess..." He spoke beneath sultry eyes that rose long enough to watch your mouth part in disbelief.

"Need someone to shut you up for once..."

"You-" He set two fingers to plummet inside of you, your words ceased as he pumped just long enough to saturate his digits. Once they were to his linking, he brought them into your mouth.

"If you didn't taste so sweet, you'd be over that arm with an ass redder than your cheeks right now..." He offered a single slow lick, looking at you from beneath his lashes.

"Pathetic." He spit between your lower lips, making your eyes roll as he set to his own pace. He tietired you as you weren't able to find solace in any context. As he neared you to that edge, you were pulled back just as quickly.

"JJ!" You whimpered as he took hold of your hair, dripping over your soaked sex as the sight only worsened your pulsations.

"You're gonna work for something for once in your life." To this, he spit on your clit, making slow circles.

"That's just to hear you whine a bit more for me." Your eyes fluttered closed before being forced open as he pulled you to the edge of the couch.

"Apparently you didn't hear me." He dropped his trunks and allowed his cock to spring free.

"Work. For. It." He ordered cruelly, eyes blown with lust as you took your hand around his base.

"I made it good for you, you better return the favor and be selfless for once in your goddamn life..." You spit towards your hand to make it pleasurable for him before he worsened the tension within your hair.

"Gonna teach that dirty little mouth a lesson." He forced himself into the back of your throat with little warning. Your eyes instant to water, but your body seemingly made for this torture.

"Look at me." He ordered as you obliged.

"You wanna come tonight, you say you're fucking sorry for being such a little brat or I'll come down this tight little throat without feeling bad about it for even a second."

He lowered.

"And before you think that's the easiest option, you've built me up quite a lot, you'd almost drown with how hard I'd come..." Your eyes rolled for only a second before you appeased him. Your throat opened to his disposal as he took full advantage.

"You sore already?" You shook your head.

"You will be...so...fucking...sore..." His head fell back as every single one of his muscles tensed. He may have impressive stamina and yet his patience was dwindling. The definition of such evidence worn on his weathered breathing patterns.

"Get on top of me." You only took him faster, forcing him to the very ridge of your throat as he dripped down the curve.

"Fuck!" He belted before forcing you over him. But in the straddle he made of your body, he only held you in place, hands behind your back with his dominant hold as the other focused in your hair.

"You're gonna keep quiet for once in your life and ride me like I know you've wanted to...and maybe I'll let you come..."

You only moaned as you were sunk into him, swallowing his abundant shaft with your sex as he responded in approval.

"I'm not doing the work. If you wanna come...you're gonna earn it." He informed you as you made yourself work for the challenge. His body rammed into the couch as his fingers sunk into your hips while you controlled the pace. Yet it lasted only a fraction to what you believed it would.

"You don't deserve the control..." He bent you over the arm of the couch, one leg bent over his arm, as he plowed into you this way. The only means you had to keep from cascading over the ledge had been that of his grip to your hair. The pain silent to the pleasure he offered you.

A bruising grip guiding you to his will as the only intelligible sound was that of skin to skin. Sweat offering the slick of quick motions until he was near his edge.

"You don't come until you apologize."

"JJ-" The hand moved from your hair to your breast, pulling your suit free.

"Better hurry. If I come before you do, I stop. Isn't it worth it for an apology?" He moved his lips to your ear.

"Nobody even has to know..." But as you tried to offer this to him, be moved harder. Deeper. Faster. All until you shook in his arms.

"Too good, baby? Hmm? Can't even say two little words?" He turned you to face him.

"I'm..." He teased, guiding you.

"Sorry! I'm fucking sorry-"

"Good girl. Now show me." He was a restless spirit at your back, demonic and angelic to each battering as you unleashed twice over as he found his initial coming. Your name the final sound to the end grip made as he coated you from within. His cock trailing the mutual cum down your thighs.

"Storms over, princess."

"Stay..." You were soft, holding yourself into an embrace only his touch would comfort.

He hesitated, unsure of how this would end if he would. But the plea in your eyes sent him back towards you.

"Only until you sleep..." He pulled his shorts back over his hips while remaining on the couch, making awkward movements as you brought his face to you.

"Then don't let me sleep. I don't want you to leave..." This kiss was softer. Passionate. Real. Better than the first a decade prior, but without the cover of curiosity. It was a point of no return between you and JJ, a point that should never have existed, but one you both dove over together.

Repeatedly....

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Cyberpunk Meta: The Power of Sticking to Your (Narrative and Thematic) Guns

I've been struggling to articulate why exactly I find Cyberpunk 2077 so damn compelling, given how far it is out of my usual wheel house in terms of genre, tone, and even ideology. And I think after beatng Phantom Liberty it finally clicked-

What enthralls me about this game is it's complete commitment to it's underlying themes and ideas.

Most video games struggle to challenge the player on a story level. Some of this is the capitalism of it all: the idea that video games that aren't trying to make every moment exciting and engaging and wish fulling aren't going to sell well, and so video games should try and maximize player satisfaction above all else. But it's not just that- video games have an inherent limitation of medium in that, since they ask for so much time from the player, they have to be hooky, to draw you in, and keep you there. You don't loose a video game when you die and have to start over. You loose a video game when you put it down and decide to stop picking it up again. And that means that the ways a video game can or will push it's audience are sharply limited- it curtails their ability to make the player uncomfortable, to deprive them, to push them into things like no-win scenarios, and bad endings, to force the player to reflect. And that limit is a hurdle to making art inherent to video games as a medium.

What I admire about Cyberpunk 2077 is it's willingness to find away around, over, and through those limits, while still sticking to it's narrative and thematic guns. Cyberpunk could so easily fall into the trap of making the torment nexus look cool and rad. But it doesn't. Night City is a suffocating capitalist hellscape plastered with advertisements, where the right of way belongs to the person with the car running you over, the only way to get an ambulance is to have a good enough insurance policy, and dodging bullets on your way to work is just a part of every day. The game is unafraid to hammer it home repeatedly that this world is broken, sick, lost, and their isn't really anything you can do to save it. One of the main themes of the game is that sometimes, their are no good choices: just ones you can live with.

And nothing hits this home harder then Phantom Liberty's King of Wands ending. The game hammers you during it's final stretch, again and again- how much are you willing to help Songbird, someone who is, at the end of the day, no different then you- a young kid way in over their head, dying from betrayal and loss, with only a razor thin margin of hope. Helping her is the right thing, but what are you willing to do for that? The game slowly strips away your other motivations and reasons, until you are sitting on that train left with just one reality: do you call Reed and betray Songbird because that's the only way to get the cure you need? Or do you preform an act of true altruism and charity, in a world tormented by greed and selfishness? Do you put her on that rocket, and send her away knowing you'll get nothing for your trouble but the knowledge you stuck to what you believed was right? Or do you choose to give her up to the FIA, to Reed, to Myers, knowing what that will mean, knowing that all she's done to win her freedom?

And like, the sheer audacity, to add an ending via DLC, and it's not a good ending. Their is no magical reward, no last minute silver bullet, or dues ex machina. Virtue is it's own reward. The extra ending you get, for compromising, for betraying, for choosing the same selfishness and greed as everyone else in Night City- it's a bad ending. You loose all your personal relationships, you loose our chance to be a legend, you even loose Johnny in the end. And for what? To most likely end up like Reed one day- on the leash of the NUSA, used up until their is nothing left but regret. I've never seen a game quite do that, because it runs against that central idea of video games- it's anti power fantasy. Your extra time, extra missions, extra choices- their not rewarded, not repaid. The story doesn't let V find a third door just because they have been moral and true. It's unjust. It's cruel. It's unfair.

Just like the world Cyberpunk 2077 is warning against.

And that, is a brilliant bit of art.

#cyberpunk 2077 #Cyberpunk #Phantom Liberty #phantom liberty spoilers #V #Songbird #Solomon Reed #rosalind myers #Johnny Silverhand #And NONE of this is even getting into how the final mission for King of Wands is a retelling of Paradise Lost #WHICH IS WILD ON IT'S OWN #*chews arm off*#Cyberpunk meta

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Lady Maria vs Keeper of the Old Lords

In the depth of the pthumerian's tombs, Lady Maria always feared to encounter an adversary with the ability to control fire.

Not just a common foe with a mere fire paper no, but a being capable of channelling their own energy or blood to ignite a blade, a pyromancer. The protectors of the old lords or of the antics kings and queens of their people.

She always had fascination yet a grand fear for them. People aren't sure why a fearless warrior like her would be so destabilised at their evocation or when rumours to have seen one would went to her ear.

But in the end, she managed to overcome one of her biggest fear. She faced the fire and ash warrior and save her companions!

She took a decision. She won't let herself be hold back by this part of herself and scare her so much, anymore.

A few headcanons :

Yes I headcanon Maria is born a pyromancer. The first since about her grand grand grand (grand?) parents. Her blood is very powerful for offensive use. (Way more powerful than a normal human trying to used a Chikage as well, for exemple). So yes she could ignite her blood from her living under certains extreme conditions.

She never really learnt how to control it/how to make it take fire on demand properly and she didn't wished too (plus if she can't control it her family isn't gonna ask her to used it!). She don't want to use her own blood as a weapon, as a mean to hurt people. She don't like this and she almost feel like a monster or a weapon with such abilities.

Still, she was quite curious about the legends of the pyromancers protector of the great ones. Compared than the "shadows" of the queen she should have become.

Her abilities through her blood but it's is very similar to the shadows of Yharnam/beast possessed soul/keeper. Like the description said for the keepers they had to go through a ritual to obtain their power. But they are much older, those rituals take place before pthumerians crown themselves leaders.

Back at byrgenwerth the students gang did encounter a shadow of Yharnam once, during hm training we'll say. Everyone was fine in the end but Maria was quite shock and scared by the experience. It reminded her what she could become and the role her peers wanted her to have. A shadow.(= bodyguard who can do dirty work). Still, she even used her own blood to distract the shadow so they could run away, knowing maybe it would recognize her as not an enemy. Everyone found that a bit weird a t first but they figure that Maria do know some pthumerian/cainhurst rituals so that pass and almost no one suspect anything.

After she got her master degree at Byrgenwerth, she went to the East a couple of months to do a mission for Cainhurst. She got her Rakuyo over there as well. When she came back she got offered her hunter outfit and joined the hunter/ healing church. Not long after they went to Central Pthumeru...

Maria and a few hunter had to fight the beast possessed soul and again it scared her. Afterwards she understood she couldn't let her fear of pyromancer hold her back or people could be severely hurt.

So afterwards they discover the keeper of the old lords, Maria fought it and defeat it. She got injured and was quite destabilised but she made it. She was gift her chalice afterwards and got THE blood transfusion + a baptism + being officially a part of the hunter/church.

So besides her very close family (royal family include) nobody knows about her ability for a huge while. I think you can understand why.

Ok she did tell Gehrman accidentally. But there were more important things she told him at the same time too so he didn't pay that much attention to it on the moment. And after all, 'that you can make fire or not with your blood doesn't change who you are Maria!"

Laurence in the contrary kinda loose it when he learn about it XD he found it absolutely incredible! Compared to her. But he managed to tell her it wasn't a curse but a gift and it shows she must be special for the great ones! She did appreciate that.

I know the idea of Maria vs keeper of the old lords have already been done by a few people but it's just so good! I believe there's many possibility for a story! In term of action or even characters.

#bloodborne #fantomette22art #my art #lady maria of the astral clocktower #lady maria #keeper of the old lords #chalice dungeon #bloodborne headcanons

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podcastenthusiast · 6 months

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Astarion/Karlach. Act 1 conversation after some questionable choices.

Someone approaches you at camp. You're a little on edge about this, tense despite the growing bond with your companions. The memory of the gith's sword against your neck is still fresh.

"Hey, soldier. Got a minute?"

It's Karlach. You relax.

"For you, my dear, of course."

She sits down beside you. You can feel the apprehension and ambient heat radiating from her skin. She picks at a loose thread on her shirt; you wonder if she's going to ask you to repair it for her. She always gets distracted mid-stitch or sets the fabric alight.

"You seem different," she says. "Since we've been here. Since you, uh, consumed that tadpole. Not sure I like who you're turning into lately."

"Worried I might be at risk of sprouting tentacles? Darling, I didn't know you cared."

She reaches out as if to playfully punch your arm, but catches herself, sparing you a nasty burn.

"Shut up. No, it's not that. It's just... You enjoy it, huh? The power it gives you. Power over other people. Toying with them."

You do, honestly. It feels good to be the one giving the orders, for once. And you need every advantage you can get with the odds stacked against you. You need to understand and control your new Illithid abilities before they control you, or Cazador does. An army of crazed cultists could be a useful asset if it comes to that.

But Karlach doesn't sound so happy about these developments.

She shouldn't have let you into her (figurative) heart. All you know how to do is break them.

"Well, how could I not? It's so easy to manipulate those brainless goblins. And we both know I detest hard work."

She frowns. "Nah. See, I think there's more to it. Getting your way and having a little fun at their expense--that's one thing. But I watched you torture someone, no tadpole required. So c'mon. Real talk, Astarion."

Ugh. You're starting to hate when she uses your name instead of a silly moniker. It means she's serious. Or cross about something. Or both.

"Fine. It makes me feel strong, all right?"

"Well yeah, I figured as much. Dig a little deeper."

Karlach will be the death of you, you think. Maybe that one will stick and she'll cry at your funeral. Good. It would serve her right for prodding so much. Trying to see you, and not just what you want everyone to see, either.

"I haven't felt anything even close to this strong in 200 years. You don't know what that's like. Suddenly I have authority. I can impose my will over others, force them to obey. With Cazador, I was so...powerless. Now I'm not."

She shifts uncomfortably. "I mean, that's great and all. But is that what you really want? To be like your old master?"

You bare your fangs. "I am nothing like Cazador!"

She raises her hands placatingly. "Whoa, hey! At ease, soldier. Didn't mean to hit a nerve. I'm sorry."

She looks at you a bit like you're a wounded animal. It makes you want to lash out even more. Instead you take a few deep breaths, the way Lae'zel once showed you during a sparring session. Harness your body, and the mind will follow.

"Finding that druid Halsin. Seeking the hag's help. Githyanki purification. The search for a cure is what brought our merry little band of freaks together, isn't it."

"...Yeah, I suppose," she says slowly, not quite sure where you're going with this.

"What do you suppose happens to me if we do find a cure?"

"I don't know. Who can say where any of us will be?"

"Take a guess. Lae'zel returns to her queen, Shadowheart completes her mission, Gale goes home to his beloved Waterdeep, Wyll carries on saving kittens from trees or something. And yours truly?"

"You could always come with me," Karlach says, a sentiment as absurd as it is sweet.

"No parasite means no freedom," you tell her. "Nothing to stop Cazador taking me back."

"That's where you're wrong." There's an intensity in her eyes. Not the familiar fiery explosive battle rage, but a calm controlled burn. "You helped me at least thrice over. Even if we never find a way to cool down my engine... Said I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, and I meant it. Your demons are my demons."

You look away, your throat suddenly tight, a confusing mix of fear and gratitude swirling in your gut.

"You don't know what he's capable of. You'd be a fool to do that for me."

"Psh. Who says it's all about you anyway? Maybe I just personally want to set the old bastard on fire. Sounds like he has it coming."

You laugh, and your chest feels lighter than it has in days.

"Right you are, Karlach."

"And for what it's worth, you know...I think you're pretty damn strong no matter what."

You don't agree. But it's a nice thought all the same.

#bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #karlach #astarion x karlach

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Well, as long as we're rafting the temporal streams, might as well head back to Dormont. Got some errands to run in the past.

I'm like 98% sure you're trying to flirt with me but you're too nervous to actually go through with it. Would you please just finally ask me out so I can rock your evening?

Look, be glad I was tasteful enough not to go for the other pun.

My guy, what could possibly compel you to think I'm not comfortable with basic human conta--

...you know what, that's fair. I guess I do go out of my way to minimize any and all possible exposure of physical features, don't I?

Anyways, go on and get out of here while I chat with my Lemonfriend.

Oh, I've always liked you. I'm just also creeped out by you. Two things can be true.

...huh. If I can die here in Dormont, then... that does make things easier. I was planning on throwing myself on a Tear once we got into the House since you said I can loop forward as well as back, but dying here in town would save me some time.

Oh shit yes. I'd love the ability to call you and chat about what I'm seeing while the rest of the crew looks at me like I've lost my goddamn mind.

Especially since the ultra-secret fourth sign is making a phone shape out of your fingers and then talking on it. That's hilarious.

This.

This is it.

This is the key to killing myself in Dormont.

...

I should probably wait until I've finished up here.

ISA

I didn't realize you come up here after we're done. I don't have anything else to talk about but it's great seeing you up here.

Didn't accomplish as much here as I expected to. But at least we can take another crack at that desk drawer.

Okay between this and the rock switch, I no longer have any confidence in my own ability to do my job. It's distressing that each setback thus far has been the fault of a bad d20 roll on the primary reason that I'm with this party.

Ha! Rock trap for the Rock key. I get it.

Really? They're frozen in time right now but I am looking for a book. You think they might have set it out for me in advance? That would be awfully nice of them.

Oh shit. There was a person in town who sometimes thinks they have a sister but can't recall where they moved to. That shit got super weird. This has to be related.

No idea how it's related to our current mission. But. It's gotta be related.

Always trust in the puns. The puns are life. The puns are the secret of the universe. Those who do not heed their wisdom face the ultimate punishment.

So the Rock Key was in a room guarded by a huge rock and the Paper Key is in the library. I am. Kind of. Terrified. Of where the inevitable Scissors Key will be found.

And one Star Crest. Well. *heavy sigh* Shit.

Gonna have to temporally save-scum this one.

Can't argue with that. Isa's my brofriend-maybe-more so his vote automatically weighs more than anyone else in this--

................

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Okay. It's okay. We can work this out mathematically.

Isa, as previously noted, is worth a million points because he's a precious slab of adorableness who flirts with me in the cutest ways imaginable and I'm super feeling it.

Mira, meanwhile, is worth half a million points because she's also awesome and cool and she's our wonderful team leader and I adore her.

Bonnie is worth infinity points because they are a child whose hopes and dreams we are responsible for and I don't want to let them down.

However, Odile is worth zero points because she's mean to me and sometimes makes me want to cry. I still haven't forgotten that crack, Odile. Even though you have because it was in another time loop.

If we add them together, then Team Beauty is worth a million and a half points, but Team Age is worth infinity points.

However my sign is Scissors, and the shape of Scissors forms a multiplication symbol, not a plus symbol. Which means that Team Beauty is actually worth 500,000,000,000 points while Team Age is worth 0 points.

Thus, the objective and entirely unbiased answer is that Team Beauty wins.

I'm sorry, Bonnie! But math never lies. We must go south. It is our destiny to go south.

I know you will. It is my destiny to have a future filled with spuds. I accept my fate, but I do not apologize.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

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NRC School Barrier, Chenya, Ghosts, and Grim

On today’s list of questions that no one asked about lmao, I’ve been wondering how the school barrier works. Specifically, WHO is allowed to enter, and WHY?

The school barrier is an invisible magical barrier that keeps out intruders, maintained 24/7 and only put down for events. It’s why outsiders in the Halloween events and for Spelldrive and the VDC competitions are allowed in. From Book 6, we now know that the barrier can be breached, and breaking it sounds akin to shattered glass. Technomatic weapons, perhaps? And in the Spectral Soirée event, the barrier can also be manipulated (with extremely powerful magic) to prevent the people inside from escaping, and stop time inside the barrier.

Who maintains it or how is unknown, I believe. I assume it’s from a magical item like a huge magestone, just because I don’t think it would be safe for the staff members to maintain such a large barrier 24/7.

Anyway, back to the real point -v- If the barrier is made to prevent intruders, how did Chenya and the Ghost Bride enter the school? And most importantly, how did Grim renter the school in the prologue?

It is uncertain if Chenya’s unique magic allows him to disappear/reappear at will, or just make parts of his body invisible. I’ve seen wikis and blogs claim both, and I don’t believe it’s ever fully explained in canon (is it explained in the novels? 👀). Somehow, Chenya can enter NRC despite being a RSA student.

It’s a similar case for the Ghost Bride and her retainers: they can just enter the school every year and stay at Ramshackle Dorm so Eliza can search for her perfect prince.

So what’s the deal here?? How can Chenya (a living person) and ghosts both be able to enter the campus?

All I can think of is that both characters lack a “corporeal body.”

Both Chenya and the ghosts have a soul, but depending on Chenya’s use of magic, neither have a physical body. If Chenya is staying very true to Disney’s Cheshire Cat, then he can make his body “intangible.” It’s not just invisibility- his body can not be touched. It literally does not physically exist for as long as he uses his magic.

With this pattern, I’m deducing that the barrier blocks out physical body, which is the typical case of an “intruder,” but when it comes to the nitpicky details like souls? Either it’s not possible, just way too specific, or simply not necessary. Ghosts don’t really cause any harm save for temporary paralyzing…which is bad but this is NRC we’re talking about -v- Chenya is just also has a very unique ability that seems to qualify as one of those rare for a Unique Magics that affect the users body, like Jack’s Unleash the Beast. It would be nearly impossible for any organization to account for ALL of the possible Unique Magic’s out there.

Case Solved…right? As the usual case with my theories, there answer is no ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Grim is causing all the trouble for me, which is entirely in character for him!!!

Grim was specifically ejected from the CAMPUS in the prologue. He was taken away with Riddle’s collar on, so he couldn’t use magic. While there is the possibility of Grim managing to slip out of the hands of the people taking him away, by the time he returned to Ramshackle dorm, Riddle’s collar was gone. Since it can only be removed with Riddle’s consent, I assume he was successfully taken out of campus.

So how did the little gremlin get back in??? And actually, how did Grim end up inside the NRC campus in the first place (when trying to steal the MCs uniform)?

Grim has a unique physiology, as he’s the magical fusion of an animal and a Direbeast. However, he does have corporeal body, unless the curse placed on him provides him with some loopholes. To be honest, I wonder if his abnormal high blot density is a part of this Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Can Overblot Monsters trespass the school barrier? Technically, they don’t have a body. Their “body” is just built up blot, which is the waste product of magic. Since I’ve been theorizing that Grim is a sealed Phantom, I think his ability to go through the school barrier is important 👀

Anyway, this was very random, but I’d appreciate any thoughts on the subject! I think it’s really easy to get excited and run with all the theories involving characters, but random things like the school barrier can easily get overlooked ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

#twst theory #twisted wonderland #twst grim #twst Chenya #twst ghosts #twst night raven college #twst nrc #KallistoPost #twst ghost bride

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pls give me your fantasy ghoul ideas

I uh, went a bit hard at this so all my thoughts are under the cut because I wrote almost 1K words about fantasy Ghouls oops.

-Swiss bought the tavern five years ago after retiring from adventuring. He was tired of getting hurt and having to heal after especially intense quests so he took the money he had been saving and bought an abandoned tavern in his favorite town.

-He loves to work behind the bar! Getting to put his talents as a Bard to good use by sweet talking his patrons is one of his favorite things to do. Plus, they all love how charming he is and always tip him well.

-He’s been known to bring out his lute on occasion and play some of the songs he wrote while adventuring. People love to hear about the things he had experienced out in the world and he gets to perform again so it’s a win for everyone.

-Dew was part of his old adventuring party and he stuck around to help out with the tavern after Swiss bought it but he got tired of working pretty quickly and found that his talents were in playing cards! So now he spends nights beating patrons in card games and taking their money.

-When the tavern opened, he started a tab and told Swiss he’d pay it at some point. That was five years ago and Swiss hasn’t seen a single coin yet.

-Aether was a traveler passing through town and stayed at the tavern for a night. Dew beat him in cards and Aether immediately fell in love with the firey Wizard, deciding that he didn’t need to be anywhere but wherever Dew was.

-Swiss hired him as a bouncer and it gives Aether the chance to put his Barbarian skills to use.

-Dew will occasionally pick fights with patrons just to see Aether whoop ass and throw them out of the tavern. He loves it when he gets to see him use every one of those beautiful muscles of his.

-Mountain is a Druid who lives on the outskirts of town. He makes potions and sells them to the local shops and makes teas for Swiss to serve in the tavern.

-He loves to Wild Shape into a cat and walk along the bar top to annoy Swiss. But he always sets out a bowl of milk for Mountain to drink from and gives him pets.

-Phantom is a Necromancer who was hired to deal with a slight undead issue in the towns graveyard. The skeletons wouldn’t stay in their graves, it was a big deal.

-They stopped at Swiss’ tavern on the way into town to ask for directions and fell head over heels for Swiss and his smile. At first, they just really liked his teeth, but the more they would get him to smile and laugh, the harder they fell. They love to tell Swiss silly puns to get him to laugh.

-After the skeletons were laid to rest and the wayward Wizard was dealt with (he was raising the dead to try and impress a girl but realized he couldn’t control them and just hid in his house until it was handled), Phantom decided they wanted to stay in town to be with Swiss.

-The two live above the tavern and Swiss has to constantly tell them no, they cannot have his teeth while he’s still using them no matter how pretty they think they are.

-Swiss will never admit it but he loves how strange and unsettling Phantom is.

-Rain is a weather Wizard! He travels to nearby towns to help with managing the weather for successful harvests.

-He also has siren abilities and has been known to swim out in the ocean and lure unsuspecting sailors to their deaths when he gets hungry for human flesh. Dew thinks it’s hot as hell.

-Dew and Rain got into it once (Fire and Water, you know how it goes sometimes) and Rain zapped him with a lightning bolt (not strong enough to kill him, just enough to make a point). Dew’s been hopelessly in love with him ever since.

-Cirrus is a Cleric and works as a healer in town. It’s small but she loves to help people with her gifts. She gets her potions and healing herbs from Mountain. He’s teaching her how to care for the special herbs he uses to craft his potions and she loves it.

-Cumulus is a Fighter and met Cirrus after she took a nasty hit from a troll a few years ago. The two are attached and one is never seen without the other.

-They spend weekends at the tavern and will sing as entertainment. Any tips they get go straight to Swiss because they love the tavern and want to help him keep it going as long as they can.

-Aurora is a Rogue and an assassin for hire. Her claws are deadly but her smile is absolutely killer.

-She met Swiss when she was hired to kill Dew (he beat someone at cards and took their house because they were stupid enough to bet it thinking they would win and hey, it’s not his fault he’s really good at cards, right?) but got her ass beat by Aether.

-Her and Phantom are absolute chaos together. They like to go with her when she’s hired out and they’ll steal teeth from whoever she kills like a little trophy. Swiss is unsettled by it but it makes them happy so who is he to stop them, right?

-Aurora loves to dance when Swiss performs at the tavern! She’s been known to pickpocket patrons but they never notice because how could they pay attention to anything else when a hot little Tiefling is dancing right in front of them?

#midnight answers #im a nerd for fantasy ghouls oh my god #i could probably go on even more #but i figured this was a good start #just remember you asked to hear my ideas okay #fantasy ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette

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Round 2, Match 59: Fukuzawa Yukichi vs. Optimus Prime

Submitted kids:

Fukuzawa Yukichi: The entire detective agency (in order of acquisition— Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai, the Tanizaki siblings, Kenji, Atsushi, Kyoka)

Optimus Prime: Bumblebee, then depending on continuity, Cliffjumper, Smokescreen, Arcee, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, the Aerialbots, Sari Sumdac, Jack Darby, Miko Nakadai, Raf Esquivel, and possibly others

Propaganda under the cut!

Fukuzawa Yukichi:

1. “At about 32 he used to be an bodyguard for hire who only works alone then he met this 14 year old (Ranpo) who had no parents and was kicked out of the police academy. He ended up feeding him (I think Ranpo was homeless at this point not 100% sure tho. He is also a genius estimated iq as high as 200) and said he would help him free of charge (bodyguard) if he called. He ended up getting called and investigated something with him. Ranpo saw the world very plainly and cried to Fukuzawa about how scary it is. Fukuzawa helped Ranpo realize that not everyone is pretending not to know things they literally don't know what he does (big issue with Ranpo partly what he was crying about too i think. They have an entire episode (i think it's the first one in the 4th season) devoted to their backstory together which is black, white, and gray when it's from Ranpo's perspective until Fukuzawa helps him realize this and it turns colored. Fukuzawa ends up deciding he wants to create a detective agency (working with others!) with Ranpo not yet tho we still have one more kid first. Later when Fukuzawa's doing a bodyguard job he along with Ranpo end up rescuing a girl (Yosano!) from the man he was guarding (future mafia boss currently a doctor). Yosano ends up becoming a doctor for the detective agency when it's created. After it's created he ends up taking in another 14 year old (Kenji).

He also loves cats and has shoujo anime-esque cherry blossom flashbacks with his old childhood friend who asked him if he wanted to go to fight in war with him, Fukuzawa denied his request. They also have a like 15 min soft-lighting conversation while watching their memories of their childhood together in the latest ep.”

2. “This man literally created a whole detective agency for this one really smart boy (Ranpo) and taught him that he wasn't the one in the wrong but everyone else when he couldn't understand people. Then, he saves Yosano from the trauma this other guy was inflicting on her and brings her to the Agency. The Agency basically becomes the place where all his kids are. His special ability lets those in the Agency control their abilities so Atsushi and Kyouka don't have to be afraid of their out of control abilities anymore. He cares so much for all of them and during the Cannibalism arc when his life is literally on the line, they do everything in their power to save him.”

3. “My guy just CANNOT stop adopting kids. He went from lone wolf assassin to Dad of Many. His first (adopted) child, Ranpo, basically forced him to adopt him (he was like “I’m a teenager with no family or home. You GOTTA adopt me. Because I say so.”) From there he kept accidentally adopting every orphan he came across. Honestly the detective agency is more like a glorified orphanage except they let their kids carry guns.”

4. “A former Goverment assassin who stopped once he realized he was starting to enjoy killing people, Fukuzawa is looking for a job when he bumps into Ranpo, a genius capable of figuring out any mystery, who can’t understand how the world works. Taking Ranpo under his wing Fukuzawa tries a white lie that Ranpo has a special ability and manages to let Ranpo interact with the world without fear for the first time in years since he can know understand the problem wasn’t everyone acting like they couldn’t figure out things but that no one was as smart as him. They found the Armed Detective Agency specifically to use Ranpo’s abilities to help people and to have jobs.

He then saves Yosano from Mori, his ex something who after using her special ability to heal any injury as long as the person is about to die during the War, wanted to use it take control of their local mafia. Instead Fukuzawa and Ranpo rescue her and let her recover from her trauma and come into herself.

He then goes on to provide a place for Kunikida to fulfill his ideals, Dazai a place to do good after his own past in the mafia, Kenji a place to help people, Tanizaki and Naomi (siblings that don’t seem to have any guardians) work to support them, and Atsushi a place to work on his own trauma by protecting people. Fukuzawa later let’s Kyouka, another defection from the mafia, stay and work at the agency so she can help people and not have to kill them anymore. The entire Armed Detective Agency live in dorms that Fukuzawa provided. He also is very protective, putting everything on the line to help members of the Agency escape any danger he knows of. Like when Atsushi is kidnapped he bribes Ranpo to find him and sends Kunikida to rescue him. He sees any danger to the agency and its members as something for him to stop.”

Optimus Prime:

“#VOTE OPTIMUS HE'S THE DAD OF ALL TIME AND HAS ISSUES”

#bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #macadam #maccadam #optimus prime #transformers #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls

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Wednesday Season 2 Tyler's Redemption is coming

Okay so i'm going to give you my full reasoning as to why I think Tyler will more than likely have a redemption arc. Now, I say this not just because I want Wednesday and Tyler to reunite. But i'm looking at this from a writers perspective.

I am majoring in Journalism, and am going for a minor in film studies. And from that perspective i'm going to give you my reasoning as to why Tyler's redemption arc is coming.

For one, we know we're getting a season 2, and we also know that Hunter will be returning as Tyler because the end of season 1 set it up to look like Tyler escaped police custody. Ok, since we know that. What will Tyler's role be in another season since he's already outed as the villain?

Well they could keep him a villain, but honestly that wouldn't really be all that exciting because we already know he's the hyde, plus what would Tyler even do as a villain now that Thornhill is gone? Just mindlessly chase Wednesday down for revenge?

No, that does nothing to progress this character in any sort of way.

The Second option is Tyler is going to be on the run from the cops, so who might he turn too? The only person he can think of that isn't scared of him, and is smart enough to get him help. Wednesday. Now, I feel like at some point Tyler is going to have to have a serious decision on his hands, and I think that's going to be him asking Wednesday to help him either gain control of his hyde, or asking her to look deeper into his mothers past as a hyde. Both of those option could very well happen, and of course this path will lead to them having to work together to figure out Tyler Galpin's family history.

The Third Option that I think is also likely and could coincide with option 2, is that Wednesday will need Tyler's help at some point to confront her Stalker. I don't know who Wednesday's stalker is at this point, but I have a feeling that once we find out, it's gonna be a all hands on deck kind of situation, and rather Wednesday likes it or not, she's going to need Tyler Galpin's help.

Also, since we got no clear conversation between Tyler and his dad last season after everything that went down, we are definitely due for a heavy discussion between Tyler and his dad, that will hopefully mend their relationship a bit.

Now where do I think all of this will lead up to by the end of season 2?

Well, whatever happens in season 2, I have a strong feeling that Tyler Galpin is going to have a HUGE moment in saving the day. His redemption would have to be huge, because I don't see him going back to prison for the rest of his life. He's probably going to help Wednesday save the city of Jericho, and either gain control of his hyde, or lose the ability all together, whatever it is, Tyler's got to have a redemption arc.

Not to mention it was also mentioned by the writers that he is going to figure out how he really felt being a hyde, and how he really feels about Wednesday, this really makes me think that there is definitely going to be an emotional battle within him this upcoming season.

Now rather Wednesday and Tyler end up together is up in the air, but at the very least I think by the end of season 2 they will definitely be friends again.

And hey, maybe he can even live with the Addams family after he's officially released from prison.

But anyway that's just my theory from a writers perspective.

#tyler galpin #wednesday x tyler #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #weyler #wyler #theory

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So, there's this fic I want to write for months now about the first time Pete says "I love you" to Vegas and it made me want to make a post about it as well. I truly believe saying that phrase is a huge deal to Pete and I want to explain why.

Starting with the fact that I loved, loved, LOVED that in the show, he never said it. Not directly, anyway. He didn't shoot Vegas when he had the chance, he shot Vegas when it was necessary to save him, he told him he was right there, he told him he was hungry, he told him he's following his heart. All of those things are different ways of saying "I love you" but it's not the phrase itself. And that's important because it truly showcases the core aspects of Pete's character.

Pete isn't like Vegas. Both of them are very emotional but the way they express their emotions is almost the complete opposite. Vegas is letting them get out of control, spilling out of him, while Pete is keeping them deeply locked up inside him until they eventually explode and he can't contain them anymore. Both of them at first are unwilling to recognise how they feel about the other, the changes that are happening inside of them but Vegas comes to the realization quicker than Pete and tells him so. All of this is why Vegas saying the phrase out loud in contrast to Pete never saying it makes perfect sense in the narrative.

I truly believe that Pete has this feeling in his chest which he isn't even sure what it's called or even if it's what most people would call it but it's so strong for Vegas that he knows he can't live without it so he decided to chase after it. There's this incredible fic by LuckyDiceKirby called "even the clearest water" that has an exchange between Vegas and Pete, in which Vegas asks him if Pete loves him and Pete replies with this:

"I don’t know. How could I know what that feels like? I’m not that kind of person. You make my teeth ache. You make the world bright, like it’s real. It hurts. It’s hurt since I met you, but that means I can never forget I’m alive."

I cannot tell you what I even felt when I read that. It was a mix of pure awe and enlightenment, because it was what I had been thinking after watching the show but was unable to put into words.

Now, as I was writing this post, a thought popped into my head related to this and I want to express it. I think the fandom unanimously agrees that Vegas has the capacity for kindness and softness due to Macau, the wonderful, perfect, sweet little gremlin angel of my heart. Macau is the reason Vegas even knows what love is, otherwise starved for it because no one else in his life gives it to him in any way, share or form until Pete comes along.

This got me thinking: who does Pete have in his life to show him what love and affection is?

At first glance, Pete's environment seems fine and way better than Vegas'. He has people that care about him, he has friends, he has a nice room, his grandma sends him meals that he's allowed to eat in his room. Is this actually true though? Is the main family as kind and sweet and full of affection as it seems?

Well...no, it's not. All of this is superficial. Pete got forgotten the moment Kinn had Porsche in his arms (and bed). No one remembered him except Tankhun, who we could argue also loves Pete superficially and doesn't really view him as a person (I love Tankhun and I say that affectionately. I think post canon he has the potential to change his way of thinking and behaviour towards his bodyguards).

But what about Pete's grandma?, I hear people say. Well, she is the only person Pete says "I love you" to but is this enough to claim that he knows what love is? When he doesn't live with her, doesn't have the ability to physically touch her for comfort whenever he needs to, can't talk to her freely without surveillance? He only gets a glimpse of it and if we also include the fact that he works for the main family for years, he's been deprived of love almost all of his life. No wonder the poor man is confused and doesn't realise what he's feeling for Vegas. He wasn't even a person until the safehouse.

The environments Vegas and Pete grew up in shaped them into who they became and it's evident if you think about it in the way I described above: Vegas' environment is cruel and unforgiving with a speck of actual love in the form of his brother and Pete's is presumably kind but devoid of substance. I'm oversimplifying this of course but I think the core aspects of how he lives in the main family play an important role in Pete's character.

All in all, Pete is a brilliantly written character and I want to thank the writing team and Build for giving him to me. I truly hope that when I manage to write this fic, I'll do his character justice.

#Pete has consumed my brain #I had promised two other meta posts but i couldn't help myself #Thinking about Pete 24/07 #The relationship between Pete and love fascinates me #I can't believe this show makes me think of things unsaid as much as things that were said #Truly fantastic #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #pete phongsakorn saengtham

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Hi hi can I request platonic hcs with the Hunting Dogs? Basically reader is a new recruit and they’re slightly younger than the others (like around 18 or so). How would Tetchou, Jouno, Teruko and Tachihara treat them? (you can add fukuchi if you want)

a/n: plz this req is so cute, i don't write platonic stuff often so it's like a breath of fresh air :0 i was gonna add fukuchi but then...didn't cuz i'm still mad about what he's doing to ranpo ;-; split each character into their own section so it's more organized idk

warnings: none just the chaos of being a hunting dog tbh. also jouno and terukos' sadism if that counts??

Being a New Recruit in the Hunting Dogs (Platonic HCs)

Tecchou

you honestly could not be in better hands??

actually i lied. you probably could but tecchou is pretty great compared to the others

fukuchi probably sticks you with this mf cuz he thinks he's the most responsible for working with a trainee...compared to jouno and teruko who might emotionally scar you

you being younger than the rest doesn't affect how he treats you (after all, ur only a year younger than tachi)

^very respectful of course <3 people on the outside wouldn't even know you were a trainee by the way he speaks to you as an equal

pretty good at explaining all the stuff that's expected out of you

^literally recites the entire manual for new recruits' word for word?? you retained almost none of it but damn was it impressive

also gives you the whole "jouno may seem evil but don't be scared of him" speech...it doesn't help

is so proud to show you his ability PLS. he was like "look at this" and started manipulating his saber n shit, you were like 😯😯

gives you a tour of the base but gets distracted by an ant colony five minutes into it...

makes you watch the ants with him but after 30 minutes you pretend to go to the bathroom so you can get away -///-

Jouno

LMAOO good luck

purposefully tries to scare the shit out of you, and damn does it work

says some "i'm only gonna explain this once, so if you forget you'll probably die" before overloading you with information about the job

side note: literally none of it is that important

jouno heard that you trained with tecchou so now he already has a grudge against you

ditches you like 10 times to go work on his own...you gotta keep going to find him again to ask questions

(why was that how my first day at my job went lol)

plz he hears you coming and uses his ability to dissolve so you can't find him 💀💀

complains constantly that you're being "too loud"?? meanwhile you were only trying to INHALE

does give you decent advice. as in, he tells you to stay tf away from fukuchi if you value mental stability

contradicts this advice immediately after tho by dragging you out on a mission with him and making you witness his torture firsthand ??

it has you re-evaluating your life choices ngl

Teruko

basically jouno 2.0

a little more chill than him tho. has more patience and is great at showing you how things should be done & answering any questions you may have

another one who is so proud to show you her ability. except she doesn't give you a warning and just morphs 3 feet taller out of nowhere

makes you carry her on your shoulders while giving you a (better) tour of HQ and will bonk you on the head if you take a wrong turn

probably makes some snide remarks about your age and how it's likely "you'll make more mistakes"?? all you can think is that's rich coming from the mf that likes to pretend to be a child

teruko is very adamant about protecting the lives of civilians so she REALLY trains you

it's kind of a morality test too. she'll rapid-fire ask you questions and def judges you based on your response

^think of those quizzes where it's like "your best friend and mom are drowning, who do you save first" pointless ass shit

reports back to fukuchi with an IN DEPTH analysis of your behavior, and doesn't hold back

it's important to be on his good side but don't try to show off to him too much. we all know teruko is an attention wh0re and she'll threaten to rip your teeth out if she suspects ur trying to be better than her

Tachihara

you'll probably find yourself gravitating towards him the most

with both of you being the youngest and newest to the hunting dogs, there's a lot you can relate about

your first day went a lot like his actually, and y'all definitely bond over that

helps you out with missions so you don't have to ask the others for assistance cuz they would def make fun of you

tachihara is chill about his job too and just arrests criminals instead of...yknow...cutting them into pieces so that's for sure easier on your stomach

being close with tachi also ensures you'll be closer with jouno since they get along so well

^same for teruko kind of

they'll still tease you guys for being the youngest recruits, but it'll be in a more good-natured way rather than contempt

tachi will randomly use his ability to mess with you, like yanking your saber or your phone out of your hand?? i stg

sits next to you at meetings too and slides you little notes so ur not bored

pls he's so sweet, like a helpful older brother ;-; out of everyone he goes the most out of his way to make you feel more comfortable

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