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haruno-sakura-san · 3 years

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Can't remember if I posted this before, but I was reading through my notes on my phone and found it. Either way, enjoy this playful one shot with Sakura and a mystery man!

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"Rough day?" A man who slid into the seat next to Sakura at the bar asked. "None of your business." She snubbed him. "It's been a while since ive seen a leaf nin drink like that," he observed unprompted. She mentally noted that she wasn't wearing her heite. He was either assuming from her gear or he recognized her. "I'm off duty." "I would hope so." Her gaze cut back over to him. A hood and tinted glasses obscured any identify features, but even so he looked incredibly mundane. In her line of work, that was also incredibly dangerous. "Listen, you seem like a nice guy-" "That assumptions a bit premature." "But I'm not here to meet anyone so if you don't mind-" "Actually I do." She glared at him for a long moment, not wanting to be interrupted again. "See, I'm waiting for someone myself." He offered finally. "You don't say" her tone thick with disinterest. "But I'm beginning to think I've been stood up." He sounded more amused than put out. She wondered if it was some kind of pickup strategy to get her to feel bad. "I can't imagine why." She said in the same flat tone. "My thoughts exactly."

Sakura made a sharp sound of disapproval. "My deepest sympathies. I don't see how this has anything to do with me." "Well, it really doesnt, on the surface. But you see, here I was feeling sorry for myself when I see you stomping in here, looking like you've just dragged yourself through a pigsty-" "It was a river bed." "Oh thank you- a river bed. Possibly the sorriest sight I've seen all day - not that I would normally say such a thing to a lady. I'm sure you look at least pleasant under normal circumstances." "Does this story have a point?" Feeling her anger swell at his commentary. "Of course, I just thought it might be nice to commiserate together - one passing stranger to another." She hates the cocky way he inclines his head, gesturing between them with his glass. "No, thanks." "Oh come on - why else come to a bar?" "For a drink - unbothered." "If that were the case, then I'd think the liquor store down the street would have done the job." "And what, have a few drinks at the store front? They have laws against that, you know." "You dont have a hotel room to drink in?" "Of course not" "Interesting." He purred. She realized she said too much. "So your plan was to get tipsy and then travel back to konoha or wherever your headed, seemingly alone, in the middle of the night." "I don't have to explain myself to you." "No, I think I've got a good handle on the situation without any explanation. Where are your teammates anyway? Isn't there someone around to keep you from making dangerous decisions like this. A captain maybe or a boyfriend?" Sakura slams her glass down against the wood of the bar. "For your information, I can more than take care of myself. I have an extremely high alcohol tolerance. And I've had too long a day for a pretty boy like you to be picking at me when all I want to do is have a drink in the peaceful Haven that is my own mind. So shut your trap. Am I clear?" "No, I have several questions." She snarls and begins to crack her nuckles in preparation to put this idiot though a wall when the bar tender yells, "No fighting in my bar! Take it outside if you want to act like animals." She settles back into her seat. "Sorry, sir. No need for that. This poser isn't worth the energy," she grumbles under her breath. "Lets backtrack to pretty boy. That had a nicer ring to it." Clenching her jaw, she takes a deep breath, exhales and takes a long drag on her drink. "So are you going to tell me the river bed story, Pocahontas?" "If I do, will you leave me alone?" "It certainly won't hurt your chances" She huffs. "Fine. I got caught in a fishing net." There was a beat of silence. "And?" She gave him a long-suffering look. "And was dragged behind a fishing boat." His eyebrows rose. "And how did that happen?" "I was pushing the boat. It was beached on a shallow part of the river." "Pushing it?" "Yeah." "Remind me to tip that bartender for not letting you deck me into next week." She smirked into her drink. Damn straight. "So when the boat broke free these fishermen did what? Cast their nets right done on top of you?" "Yup. I had to cut myself free and everything." "No good deed goes unpunished I guess." "Technically it wasn't a good deed, they were paying me to help." "That's even worse. And no one noticed you were missing onboard?" "Well, they wouldn't let me on the boat in the first place -" "Why not?" "It's bad luck." "Bad luck?" "To have a woman on board." "Wait a moment. So before the ship got stuck in the first place, while it was sailing, where were you? Nearby on the shore?" "No. I was running alongside them in the water." He laughed outright. "Running alongside them. That's too good. They didn't even give you rowboat." Her face flushed. She hadn't thought to ask for a row boat. "They were absolute assholes. Usually I can take quite a bit of crap from a client, but when he told me to pay for the net." "Pay for the net!" "And the lost profits for the day" "Ha!" "I told him just where he could shove his

lost profits and came to the nearest bar. I feel a little less sorry for myself now. Glad I could help. Now leave me be." "You don't want to hear my story?" "Not part of the deal. Now scram." He pouted, cheek resting on his hand. "But we were getting along so well." "You have a very twisted sense of relationships if you think that was getting along well." "I cannot argue with that." She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the bickering, but she was finally feeling a little unwound. Studying his profile for a moment, she thought it must definitely be the alcohol. "If you're going to stare, i might as well tell you my story." Definitely the alcohol. "I wasn't staring." She huffed, turning sharply away "Would admiring be more accurate?" "Do you ever shut up?" "For the majority of the time yes I do. It's quite liberating to go on and on like this. Strangers make some of the best conversation. You don't have to hold back because they will never see you again, probably not even remember speaking." She hated that he was right. She also hated that she couldn't see his eyes, instead watching his lips move. Kami must hate her because he had rather nice lips. "You're admiring again." They said. "Staring," she corrected. "Staring then." He said in a low voice, leaning in slightly. "Tell me your story." She said, trying to break the moment by divert this exchange to something hopefully safer for her psychy. Those damn lips curlled up in a feline grin. "Of course, my little mud pie." "Don't push it." She snapped, "You were meeting someone." "Yes, I've been seeing them for some time now. We are both wonderers so we meet about once a month. " "How long is some time now?" "Hmm, about ten years maybe." "And you guys haven't made it official yet?" "Well, it's complicated. They are a little old for me, and I'm not sure what society would think." She got the feeling he was making fun of her, but didn't get the joke. "They've never once been late or missed a meeting. I'm a little worried you see." For the first time since meeting the guy, Sakura felt a little bad for him. "Plus theyve got hands and eyes that wander a bit too much for my liking." "Sounds like they finally got bored and left." She commented. "Well. Even so, the meetings were as much about business as pleasure." "And just what kind of business are you in exactly?" "I'd say we were in the same field." She scoffs, looking him up and down again, not able to make out anything helpful from his form from under his travelling cloak to back up his claim about being a Shinobi. It was convenient line for civilian men who hit on kunoichi, so she rolled her eyes. "Sure you are." "Don't believe me?" "I believe you'd say just about anything to get on my good side."

"Hmm," his lips curled in that feline way, "And I thought leaf nin we're very skilled at seeing underneath the underneath." She froze, recognizing her sensei's phrase. "Who exactly did you say you were meeting again?" "I didn't." She slowly turned toward him, hand sliding to her thigh pouch under the bar, but it was too late. Here eyes were locked on his red, glowing gaze, pin wheels spinning. She felt her consciousness being torn from her body and into the inky black of his sharingan.

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Quite sure this was supposed to be Itachi but it's quite OOC for him. So I'll leave it to you reader to fill in who it is. I guess I like Shisui for it myself but don't limit yourself haha.

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muscleboyheaven · 4 years

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That little poser pouch, bro...

Muscleboy Heaven

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steroidalmasculinity · 4 years

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That’s it, hoist up your pink posers and show everyone what a steroidal slab of meat you’ve become.

God he looks like such a juiced-up fuckslut here! Those monstrous thighs pumped bigger and bigger, workout after workout and pin after pin.

Won’t be long until he can go down another size in the pouch department too.

#roided muscle #nathan james williamson #steroidal masculinity #testosterone

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clxvdd · 4 years

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Chameleon: Part 1- Akatsuki x Reader

Summary: The beginnings of the story of legendary kunoichi (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and her chapter with the Akatsuki.

Characters/Pairings: Akatsuki x reader (slight?), (Y/N), Deidara, Sasori, Pein/Pain, Tobi, Zetsu, Kisame, Kakuzu, Konan, Hidan, Itachi Uchiha

(fem!Reader)

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 1506

Momentous amounts of flowers, herbs, and grasses encapsulated the entirety of the visible scenery and smells of all kinds filled her nose as she took a deep breath in. The wind whistled through the trees, making them sway in an unspoken anticipation while she waited. Not that she had to wait long.

The bright blue flower she had bent over to pull from the dirt quickly left her grasp shortly after. A pale hand snatched her wrist closely as a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes shifted up to the man she was planning to meet.

His black cloak fell loosely around his frame and his stoney expression was partially obstructed by his shaggy, bright orange hair and black piercings scattered along his face. He looked young, but his rimmed eyes and authoritative stance fought in opposition.

“(Y/N),” he started, voice low and almost soft if he had the ability to act that way, “Come with me.”

His grip on her wrist shifted as he turned and pulled her into him, supporting her with his arms and chest before taking off into the vast fields of nowhere. She wasn’t surprised, after all, she agreed to meet him here. She knew who he was, and that alone should’ve scared her into staying away, but something about his actions and his plan had intrigued her and made her feel more content than she had been in years past.

By the time the both of them reached their destination, her face was red and wind-whipped, and her dry, white eyes darted around to try and gain back their bearings. Usually this didn’t affect her as much but it was different being dragged along.

The man who had previously been carrying her loosened his grip and she stumbled to the ground outside where she assumed his hiding to be. Maybe he trusted her or maybe he had other plans, but be had not kept it as hidden from her as she would’ve thought. Not only did this baffle her but it had her contemplating her stay here. But she didn’t have time to stay stuck on her ideas and soon forced them from her mind.

A loud groan and soft rumble erupted from the rocky wall in front of them as it revealed itself to the two.

Grabbing hold of her wrist again, the orange-haired ninja pulled her along through the opening and past a few different rooms before halting in front of one. It was surprisingly modern for what the outside had been and she found herself enjoying the cool air the inside provided.

“This is your room,” he spoke shortly, opening the door and letting go of her wrist, “Here.” his voice came again as he shuffled around the room, grabbing a few items and shoving them into her arms. She picked through them, having been handed a cloak identical to his, a belted leather pouch, and a change of clothes.

Turning back to him in affirmation, she realized he had left her presence before she could. He likely had better things to deal with at the moment. She shut the door and locked it, turning back to the items before replacing her own clothes with the ones she had been given, throwing the cloak over last.

As she examined her wear in the mirror, a glint from her bed caught her eye and she spun around to place what it could be. A ring. The band was a lustrous silver and the adornment on top was all black with a white symbol reading “hidden”.

Smiling slightly at the term, she snatched it up and slid it onto her slim thumb. At that, she was shaken out of her thoughts when a knock sounded outside her door. She opened it, revealing the same pale face and dizzying eyes she had been met with before. His gaze met with her newfound embellishments before looking her back in the eyes again.

“Come.”

And she did. She followed closely behind the man that towered over her, sandals clicking through the near silent hall, emerging back where the both of them had once entered. The living room?

Before, it was empty, but now it was filled with intimidating males and a single female who had been chaotically chatting and conversing before they had entered.

“Enough,” the man in front of her spoke firmly, just loud enough to gather their attention, “This is (Y/N). I expect you all to welcome her as one of us.” And he stepped aside to reveal the small woman standing just behind him.

All at once, she was bombarded with questions, “Where are you from?”, “What can you do?”, “Since when were we getting a new member?”, and the likes. Overwhelmed, she shakily darted her eyes back and forth looking for one to focus on but had no such luck, and she sighed, looking down before glancing back up at them.

Slowly, she pressed a finger to her chest and then raised a fist up to her lips, knocking softly once. Sign language.

I’m mute.

A few of them gave an odd look, confused at the girl’s strange actions, while one, the quiet male with ebony hair and Sharingan eyes, opened his mouth to clarify for her.

“She can’t speak,” he said simply without looking up from his book, to which the girl nodded solemnly. A round of awkward gasps and looks of realization passed throughout the room and even the leader himself seemed to be slightly shocked.

(Y/N) glanced around the room once more with her pale eyes locking on each and every face before raising her right hand again, to form a particular hand seal.

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) of the hidden leaf village,” her voice– or what it had sounded like in the past– suddenly echoed around the room and into the ears of her company, “I am a user and master of the Meisaigakure no Jutsu as well as the only person to open all 8 gates more than once.”

The Sharingan user himself felt his eyes widen slightly as his collected composure was obstructed. Her mouth had not moved, yet her voice was sounded directly into his ears as if she had been right beside him. It had to be genjutsu, but how? He was always defensive against it.

“Wait a second, bitch, not only is that impossible but it’s laughable that you would even try to play that off to us!” The silver haired man threw his head back with a sarcastic chuckle, turning to the orange haired leader, “Are you sure you want this poser to join us?” He pointed his blood red scythe at the girl, his breath catching when he saw that she was no longer where she had once been.

All at once, he felt the cool metal of his own weapon pressed against his throat, scratching at the surface of his skin. She stood directly in front of him with an icy, blank stare into his eyes and cocking her head. He was looking down at her as best he could with the blade still against his neck.

“Underestimating me will lead to your downfall.” Was all he heard echoing endlessly through his ears. Shocked and unable to form a coherent response, he simply looked away and yanked his scythe back into his hold. As soon as it left her grasp she returned to her spot behind the leader.

“Tobi likes (Y/N)-chan already!” The man with an orange mask exclaimed in a child-like tone.

Not much later had the other members introduced themselves to the white-eyed female, some friendly and some uninterested at best. There was Pein– (Y/N) already knew as the leader of the organization. His orange hair and piercing covered body accentuated his youth and his Rinnegan eyes proved a valuable asset to him and his cause. Hidan was the silver-haired jackass and Itachi, the silent and brooding Sharingan user of the Uchiha clan. Tobi also made way for himself with not much to define him but his immature attitude and playfulness.

She had met the others as well but by the day’s standards they were less memorable. Two young ninja by the names of Deidara and Sasori, two less than human ninja, Kisame and Zetsu, a sketchy but fitting ninja named Kakuzu, and a lavender headed kunoichi by the name of Konan. All unique in odd ways, yet undoubtedly useful for their accomplishments as Akatsuki.

They asked her more questions in a more appropriate manner, for which Itachi mostly translated. Unsurprisingly, the majority of the group was uncomfortable with her genjutsu abilities, to which she decided just to stick with signing for the moment.

For the second time that day, she felt secure in herself and her world. She felt a calm wash over her, slowly, then all at once. And she liked it.

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entering-mymind · 3 years

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The Mandalorians Season 2 Chapter 2

If you have not read my Season 1 of my Mandalorian fanfic I would highly recommend that first, would love to hear feedback! I do not own these characters, just having fun!

https://entering-mymind.tumblr.com/post/190778426753/the-mandalorians

The ware of utter shock still electrified through Din’s body, she removed her helmet, she had exposed herself, how could she, Bo-Katan was not apart of his clan, how could she proclaim herself as a Mandalorian?

Dishonor entered Din’s mind and an immediate response was to collect her Beskar because she wasn’t deem worthy to have.

“Where did you get that armor?” Din attacked.

Annoyed by his question but Bo-Katan obliged, “This armor has been in my family for three generations,” when she was cut off by a disgusted Din.

“You do not cover your face. You are not Mandalorian,” he declared.

“Oh no,” she shook her head, “You’re one of them.”

“One of what?”

“I am apart of Clan Kryze. I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge, I am the last of my line, and you and her are children of the Watch.”

“The Watch?” Din questioned in confusion.

“Children of the Watch stemmed from Clan Saxon as they became a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal was to re-establish the ancient way.”

“There is only one way. The way of the Mandalore,” Din stressed when he gazed down at Osa and the child whom began to come to.

Din helped Osa into a sitting position and straightened the child securing him in the harness strapped onto Osa’s back.

“Talk about electrifying,” Osa proclaimed with her hand on her helmet trying to get her bearings, “What did I miss?” Osa asked her father when she noticed a Mandalorian with a face.

Osa couldn’t help herself as perplextion, mixed with a hint of anxiety, enveloped her senses, in haste she kept turning her head from the woman to her father looking for answers, “Code violator, code violator Papi,” Osa exclaimed quietly.

“I know,” was all he replied.

“So this is your daughter?” Bo stated.

“She is.”

“And the little one?”

“My son, this is my clan,” Din established.

“So then you have no qualms reveling yourself to your kin, why is this any different?” Bo tried to rectify.

“We only get to see each other on our Date of Existence, which mine is today,” Osa slipped in.

“Wow, they sure did you in good,” Bo added.

“Who is she talking about?” Osa tried to get answers but Bo and Din had become distracted.

Off in the distance two silhouettes made their way towards them. Din slowly slipped his blaster at the ready but Bo was completely relaxed.

“Put down your weapon,” she instructed when two more Mandalorians emerged; one woman, one male, “These are my Nite Owls, Koska Reeves and Axe Woves,” when they too removed their helmets.

“What is going on? Did the Mandalorian Code change some where in between the time I went unconscious to the time I woke up?” Osa questioned trying to make sense of the violators.

“We apologize m’lady but he escaped,” the female Mandalorian, Koska, reported with a hint of defeat.

“Dank farrik,” Bo shouted almost slamming her helmet.

“We will find him,” the male Mandalorian, Axe, declared in confidence.

“Oh I know exactly where he is going and you three are coming with,” Bo demanded.

“To use us as bait, not a chance, we have our own mission to accomplish,” Din reveled.

“Your mission can wait,” Axe declared.

“Don’t you want to assist your rightful ruler?” Koska questioned.

“She is not our ruler,” Din enforced while getting Osa onto her feet, “And we are leaving,” when the two Nite Owls severed Din’s path, “Are we going to do this,” Din said finger on his trigger.

“I don’t know, are we?” Axe said back.

“Enough,” Bo interrupted, “There has been to much civil war among the Mandalore people, let them pass.”

Without hesitation the two Nite Owls complied with their leader and stepped aside. Din began walking with caution as Osa followed closely behind, for some reason something called to Osa, as if this woman was the beacon who held the answers they were looking for.

Osa turned her head to gaze upon the code violators when their leader glared at the child with recognition instead of intrigue. Quickly Osa stopped in her tracks as Din could feel her vacancy.

“Osa,” Din whispered so the others couldn’t hear, but she was locked in stares with Bo.

“You’ve seen him before, haven’t you?” Osa motioned towards the child with the nod of her head.

“I have,” Bo reveled.

“Papi,” Osa pleaded confused that her father was turning away from information that could help them.

“I can assist with your mission, just as long as you assist with mine,” Bo stated by contracting a verbal agreement. Practically knowing he was at a stalemate Din had nothing to go off of and so accepted Bo’s agreement, but with regret already brewing inside him.

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The fully armored Mandalorians made their way towards their ships as Bo began constructing a plan, “Fett will be expecting us so we will need to devise the element of surprise.”

“He sustained some nasty blows from us, he will most likely need to regroup and reload,” Koska informed.

“And the only place he is most familiar with is Tatooine,” Bo said.

“How can you be so sure?” Din questioned.

“Can’t make new Sarlacc bombs without a Sarlacc,” Axe said snarky.

“Sarlacc, those things will eat you alive, plus they have horrible digestion issues,” Osa bluntly pointed out when they reached Bo Katan’s ship.

The platform lowered when Axe and Koska waited for Din and Osa to board first.

“Everyone on board, we have no time to waste,” Bo instructed.

“We are not flying with you. I have my own ship,” Din declared.

“You can leave it here, once our task is finished I will return you,” Bo stated.

“No, we will meet you on Tatooine in separate ships.”

“And what makes me think you won’t just jump to hyperspace and I never see you again?”

“Isn’t a ruler suppose to trust their people?”

“Of course, but you clearly made your point that I wasn’t your ruler so let’s cut the theatrics and come to an agreement. You can take your ship, but your kin will ride with us and my Nite Owls will ride with you.”

“Absolutely not,” Din began to lose his temper when Osa stepped in between.

“Papi it’s fine,” she put her hands on his chest plate hoping she could hold him back.

“No,” he stated firmly.

“The sooner we do this the quicker we can be on our own way plus we need her intel,” she reminded her father.

Bo could see the daughter was the key to his reasoning and motioned for Axe and Koska to join their newest confidant. Osa let go of her father and began to make her way towards the code violators when something screamed at her for everyone to take cover, as the flash of a timed detonator sounded blowing the Nite Owls ship to pieces.

Everyone was sent flying back several feet with luckily no casualties. Each clan checked on their own members, Katan to her Nite Owls and Din with his children.

“Is everyone okay?” Osa shouted while signaling for her father to resituate the child who hide deep in the pouch.

Bo, Koska, and Axe all nodded that they were okay when the only solution was presented, “Well it looks like we will all be taking your ship now,” Bo pointed out when Din knew he had no choice.

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Luckily the Razor Crest was positioned on the far out skirts of the Tolarian terrain otherwise Din was sure Boba Fett (who had been tracking them) would have also destroyed his ship, just like how Fett easily bombed Katan’s.

Din sat at the wheel as Osa quickly cleaned up her mess in order to allow their guests a place to congregate, but Bo had other objections when she headed up to the cockpit.

“Why haven’t we jumped to lightspeed yet?” Bo questioned.

“The Crest needs time to calculate the jump and besides my daughter usually correlates the navigational system but she seems to be a bit pre-occupied,” Din informed knowing the usual mess she created.

“You know I never got either of your names.”

“That’s because I never gave them.”

“Trust does go both ways and from what I am seeing you are not being very trust worthy,” Bo pointed out.

“It is hard to believe anything coming from a Mandalorian poser.”

“Hey, you were the ones who have been lied to, raised to believe Mandalorian ancient practices, when I reclaim my people,” but she was cut off.

“Your people,” Din stood, “Where were you when ‘your people’ needed you the most? If you were so important to the Mandalorians why has your name never been whispered, it has been forgotten just like how you forgot about ‘your people’ when the time was futile,” Din enforced as Osa entered the cockpit and saw both ready to do combat.

“Am I interrupting,” Osa playfully tried to ease the tension.

“I need you to ‘carefully’ navigate the hyperspace route to Tatooine,” her father emphasized and used a secret term the two concocted if needed to devise a plan in front of an enemy.

Hesitant but never displaying it, Osa sat at her co-pilot chair and complied, “Affirmative,” meaning she understood.

Osa created a fake chart declaring trouble within their path, “We will need to manually fly for a few hours before jumping,” Osa informed.

“And why is that?” Bo asked in suspicion.

“Because a star has just gone supernova disrupting the surrounding space and pushing a very large asteroid field directly in our route,” Osa lied.

“This could take awhile, you can join your fellow comrades below,” Din suggested.

“No, I am fine right here,” as Bo positioned herself along the back wall removing her helmet to reinforce to them that the action was never mandated, “You just keep us up to date when the debris clears,” Bo stopped and waited for Osa to reveal her name.

Hesitant, Osa glared at her father for confirmation but knew his immediate answer when he sat in his seat in silence, “You can call me kiddo, it’s a little nickname I’ve obtained even though I clearly am not one anymore.”

“Oh yes didn’t you say today marked your Date of Existence, what a joyous occasion,” Bo genuinely said.

“Thank you it is,” Osa was surprised the woman remembered because even though the situation they were in, Osa wouldn’t want to be in it with anyone else then her father and now little brother whom sat in his seat opposite of her, “I am sure you reveled who you were but since I was unconscious I never caught your name.”

“I am Bo Katan rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

“Whoa you are royalty, but why would you want to rule Mandalore, that planet is cursed, whoever goes there dies?”

“Don’t believe everything you hear,” Bo said, “Our enemies want to separate us, but Mandalorians are stronger together.”

“So is that why when the Empire knew they couldn’t control the planet they made sure no one could?”

“Unfortunately so, the Empire desecrated our world by plundering materials to create weapons, but that will change in time,” Bo smirked to herself when Osa peeked over and saw what her father was doing as he entered an incognito distress call to none other then the New Republic.

Osa realized she had to keep Bo distracted until someone was sent to hopefully obtain the Nite Owls, “So once you reclaim Mandalore then what, you believe all the Mandalorians will come back and accept you as their ruler?” Osa was genuinely curious, would her and her father live there, with his recent actions Osa was certain the answer would be no?

“Not exactly, there is something I must reclaim first,” but Bo fell silent as a voice came over the Crest’s comms.

“Razor Crest, M-One-Eleven. Come in, Razor Crest, do you copy?” Everyone went silent in the cockpit wondering whom it could be, but their answer was reveled once two X-wing pilots flew in unison with the Crest.

“This is the Razor Crest, is there a problem,” Din tried to be inconspicuous but Bo could read right through.

“Get rid of them,” she said with her hand on her blaster.

“We noticed your transponder is not emitting,” the X-wing pilot notified.

“Yes, I’m pre-Empire surplus. I’m not required to run a beacon,” Din informed not sure if this was their way in helping answering to the distress call or if the pilots were actually giving Din the rundown.

“That was before. This galaxy is under New Republic jurisdiction and before being assisted all craft are required to run a beacon and send a ping,” the pilot informed.

“What did you do?” Bo whispered blaster being pulled out but Osa rose putting herself between her father and Bo’s weapon.

“He will get rid of them,” Osa said.

“If we can’t confirm you’re not Imperial you’re gonna have to follow us to the outpost at Adelphi,” the pilot continued when Osa rushed to her control panel and flipped a few switches sending their desired ping.

“Carson, can you switch over to channel two?’ the second X-wing pilot asked his comrade.

“Copy,” when the comms when silent and the X-wing ships deployed into attack mode.

Din quickly turned around to peer harshly at his daughter, “What did you send them?”

“Just whatever that droid Zero stored in the Crest,” Osa shrugged her shoulders unsure herself.

“Was your craft in the proximity of New Republic Correctional Transport, Bothan-Five?” Carson asked harshly.

Instead of the New Republic helping them in their situation, Din had just smeared red on them with the time they were with Ran’s crew. In a blink of an eye Din ignited full thrusters, steering the Crest towards the closest planet.

The X-wings followed at the ready to fire but gave a warning instead, “Razor Crest stand down. We will fire. I repeat, we will fire,” Carson declared but Din was already five steps ahead.

He pushed the Crest to its limit but he knew the ship could take it; spinning, diving, and then free falling when everyone held onto dear life. Finally stabilizing straight Din headed into an icy canyon hoping he had lost his tails but they were better then expected.

“Come on Razor Crest don’t make us do it,” Carson pleaded when Din ignited his thrusters once more and made a hard bank to the right flying into a narrow cavern but then skidding onto icy terrain.

The Crest ice-skated harshly across the snow screeching finally to a halt once it hit the underbelly of a jagged mountain. Din immediately shut down the engines as the X-wings flew by declaring they lost visual but appeared to continue sweeping the area.

“Once again we get out of hot water with Papi’s amazing flying skills,” Osa pointed out.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if the New Republic hadn’t been called,” Bo yelled at Din.

“Are you accusing me for our run in?” Din began getting defensive even though he clearly summoned the New Republic.

“I don’t need to see your face to know you’re lying,” Bo spat when Din rose ready for a fight but no one even had the chance to react as the ice beneath them collapsed and the Crest fell to its doom.

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The dust had finally settled and everyone was staggering to their feet, Bo rushed below shouting to her fellow comrades as they yelled back declaring they were all right. Din picked up his frighten son and handed him to Osa who was also a bit taken aback.

“Geez when we get deep into a situation we plummet low,” she tried to joke but her father headed to the lower deck telling her to stay in the cockpit while he figured out this mess.

What felt like forever, Osa sat in her father’s seat – with her brother in her lap – overlooking the ship while imagining her chance to fly the Crest and become an excellent pilot like her father. So many maneuvers he displayed, so many tricks he learned and she wanted to execute them also when something scattered over the corner of the Crest’s cockpit window.

Curious, Osa leaned forward obscuring her head trying to get a better look when a group of four foot spiders latched onto the glass attempting to break in. Startled, Osa fell into the chair with a scream and then ran below.

“There’s something out there,” she shouted over everyone’s bickering as they could hear little tinkering echo around the ship.

Din lowered the platform half way and leaped out making sure nothing could get inside. Bo, Axe, and Koska followed fully geared, weapons loaded when Axe and Koska teamed up and headed around the ship while Bo and Din circled the other way.

Bo and Din could see hundreds of oval shaped eggs broken, which appeared to have been crushed by the Crest while other eggs seemed to already have hatched.

“We need to get out of here,” Bo stated as blaster fire could be heard on the opposite side.

Din and Bo rushed over while Axe and Koska were kicking at the deceased arachnoids, “Krykna spiders,” Axe pointed out.

“Luckily the den appears to be empty with only these stragglers,” Koska stated when the ground beneath them began to quake.

“Think again,” Din said pointing towards an approaching two story Krykna.

“Get back to the ship,” Bo yelled already blasting at the mother arachnid.

The creature screeched, not from agony, but with a calling when hundreds of various size spiders scampered their way vigorously towards their prey. Everyone tried to blast as many as they could before they became swarmed. Bo took point, shooting rapidly, enforcing for Din and her Nite Owls to board while she held the creatures off. Climbing on board the three turned to bring Bo on, but she was getting drowned by the overwhelming bodies swarming her.

“Throw a charge!” Axe shouted at Koska.

“Are you insane we will be buried alive,” Din shouted.

Koska was about to dive in but Din stopped her when Bo’s hand was the only thing left to see. With quick reflexes Din extinguished his grappling wire and wrapped it around her wrist.

“Pull!” Din commanded as Axe and Koska followed orders pulling their ruler on board. Luckily Bo went unscaved and glared at Din in shock, “So you do care,” she said sarcastically.

Din had no time to reply because the Kryknas weren’t backing down and began burrowing their way into the ship.

“Everyone to the cockpit, we can seal ourselves in,” Din ordered.

Without arguing everyone fled while being followed by a swarm, they continued blasting taking out as many as they could when they finally reached the cockpit and sealed the doors.

“Now what!” Osa said in a panic.

“We leave,” Din said igniting the Crest by flipping various switches but noticed it didn’t respond to its full capacity.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you before you left, the main capacitor fuse blew and the back up won’t register with all this pressure weighting down the ship,” Osa informed when the mother Krykna came into view and quickly put the Crest with in its thick tree like legs, slowly crushing the frame.

“I will not go out like this,” Bo declared ready to go to war but rapid blaster fire came to their rescue from the outside.

The sound of X-wing engines filled their ears with delight as the pilots took out the mother and her swarm. In relief Din and Osa took out the remaining spiders that wondered the ship when they went outside to gaze in wonder at their rescuers. Once the Crest was cleared and the firing stopped the X-wing pilot, Carson, opened the conversation.

“We ran the tabs on the Razor Crest. You have an arrest warrant for the abduction of prisoner X-Six-Nine-Eleven,” when Carson paused adding necessary details to rectify his decision, “However, onboard security records show that two Mandalorians apprehended three priority culprits from the Wanted Register. Security Records also show that you (Carson addressed Mando) put your own life in harm’s way to try and protect that of Lieutenant Davan from the New Republic Correctional Corps. Is this true?”

“Are we under arrest?” Din questioned.

“Technically you both should be and technically you called us, but these are trying times,” Carson stated.

“What say we call it even and you help me get off this frozen rock?” Din negotiated.

“What say you fix that transponder and we don’t vaporize that antique the next time we see your ship?” Carson added.

“Agreed,” Din said.

The pilots looked at Din and Osa while they gazed at the pilots wondering everyone’s next move. Luckily the X-wing pilots were in a generous mood and airlifted the Crest out of the hole and onto a solid icy surface. Osa saluted the pilots from the cockpit as they then flew off when the Nite Owls entered.

“So are we going to have any more issues from this point on,” Bo confronted.

“No, because once this bargain is complete you will give me my information and then we will be on our way,” Din refreshed the terms.

“Preciously,” Bo stated vaguely.

“Alright then, let’s get this over with,” Din said awakening the ship for take off and ready to be done with these nuisance Mandalorians.

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ultram0th · 1 year

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Brad Rowe blushed when he saw Gabe waiting for him on the pier, the latter looking cross for some reason. The bodybuilder gulped loudly as he approached the smaller man.

“H-hello, Gabe,” he barely whispered, already fearing the worst.

The smaller man looked the bodybuilder up and down, noting his red shorts and tank top. “You didn’t get permission to wear that, Brad,” Gabe tsked, even going so far as to wag his finger at the paling muscle man.

“W-well, I thought th-that…” the bodybuilder stumbled over his words, knowing that he’d fucked up and had made Gabe angry. He’d known that Gabe had wanted him to wear just the tiny thong that’d been left at his place, but he couldn’t bring himself to wear such a demeaning piece of clothing. He’d figured that he’d compromise with a modestly revealing outfit.

Gabe narrowed his eyes at him and Brad felt that fearfully familiar tingle wash over him.

“W-wait!” he tried to cry out when he felt his center of gravity shift. Slowly, Brad’s body began to shrink. However, the more he stared at his shortening stature, the hunk was horrified to realize that it wasn’t a proportional shrinking. Instead of maintaining his usual muscle physique, he appeared to be compressing down, all of his years’ worth of muscle piling up on each other. His long arms pulled inwards, his biceps puffing up until they forced his limbs out at an awkward angle. His legs followed suit, his quads and calves inflating as they shorted, making the man to adopt a wider stance. His clothes stretched to the limit as they struggled to contain his widening frame, giving the mortified hunk an outlined view of his cock which also pulled into his body, transforming into a little nub. With a whine of panic, Brad instantly reached for his puny member, only to bristle in shocked annoyance when his bulky, short arms were virtually inflexible due to their new mass, prohibiting him from reaching his new nub which probably wasn’t even two inches big. Even Brad’s torso compressed too. His flat six-pack pushed out slightly as his stomach scrunched down. His pecs inflated outwards as well, nearly blocking his view of the rest of his midgetized body. Had the funhouse mirror not been close by, Brad wouldn’t have noticed his bubble butt push outwards from his altered body, forming a near perfect shelf from his broadened back.

When the dizziness passed and his head began to clear, Brad’s jaw dropped… and his chin automatically brushed up against his protruding pecs. The hunk stared wide-eyed at his altered frame in the mirror. He had to only be about three and half feet tall now, having lost nearly half of his height, but none of his weight. His arms stuck out akimbo from his bulky torso. He even tried to take a step forward, blushing profusely at the way his new thighs rolled over each other as his walk was reduced to a waddle.

Gabe nodded to himself. “I think you’ll stay like this for the day,” he teased.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad mumbled, wincing at his higher octave voice. Ever since he’d ran afoul Gabe at the gym, the warlock had it out for him, taking pleasure in humiliating the bodybuilder every chance he could get.

Last week, Brad had walked around looking like a twink with barely any muscle mass on his tiny frame, the week before that his head was the size of a plum, and before that his ass looked like two yoga balls had been attached to his back. The bodybuilder was surprised that he could even feel any semblance of humiliation still after all that’s happened to him.

“Why don’t you go flex on the beach with the other muscle men?” Gabe suggested.

Brad felt the wind blow over him and he looked over in one of the fun mirrors to see his warped body wearing a bright red poser. The back of the poser was hidden between his puffed out ass cheeks and the front pouch was a little loose as it blocked his shortened cock from view.

“Yes, Sir,” Brad squeaked again, waddling off the pier towards the beach, trying to get the hang of maneuvering with his compressed musculature. He just hoped that one day Gabe would forgive him and set him free and let him stay in his normal body.

[I don't remember where I found this picture. If it's yours, please let me know so I can give proper credit!]

#Brad Rowe #Bodybuilder #Muscle #Musclegrowth #Shrinking #Smaller #Muscle Compression #Squishing #Compressed

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markdugdalespackage · 1 year

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Mark Dugdale had some of the best looks on stage because he wore custom fitted trunks by Jagware Posing Suits. Here, Mark wears Brazil cut purple posers, where the front of the posing pouch has been fitted with a flat panel of material tailored especially for his measurements. It ensures that the posers are not wrongly sized, and that Mark presents a smooth, polished and smart look on stage.

#mark dugdale #small bulge #bodybuilder #bodybuilding #ifbb pro #ifbbpro #muscle #muscular

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fantasypackerreviews · 1 year

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TRex - KuduVoodoo

Size: Small

Firmness: Super soft

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Shares appreciated! Review under the cut

For reference: here’s an image of three pants types without a packer worn (and also, a reminder to always tuck your shirt when packing with dress pants!)

(Thick -> Joggers -> Dress pants)

Visual

Trex worn, stood neutral:

Trex, worn, sat cross legged:

Trex, worn, seated

Trex, worn, leg up on stool (had to up the contrast for the first set of pants due to poor lighting)

Trex, worn crouching

Trex packs nicely in all three test pants, and he seemed to like to "pick a side", which in my opinion is a perk - having to tuck my dick one way or the other was pretty cool. It isn't very noticeable unless you're really looking, and only noticeable at all in joggers, but it's at an expected visibility for a natal penis, so nothing to worry about.

(Model from Magic Poser)

I pack with him sat round here on my body, the long shaft required him to sit a little higher up, but as you can see he still shapes wonderfully - this packer can give you a range of visibility based on where you position him, so do a little bit of shuffling to find out where works for you.

He's also nicely sized, and a balanced middling weight for a packer this size, i'd say maybe a touch heavier than Lennex.

I didn't have any concerns going into packing with him, his shape was already set for success!

Wearability

I didn't find I had any problems packing with Trex, I had to adjust him once over the day and a bit I wore him for, and on his particular day I had to run like dumbass with my hands full of bags to not miss my bus - which wasn't even when I needed to adjust him.

Sits snug and safe in my pouch harness, sitting, standing, and laying in rapid succession posed no problem, the adjustment only came after my usual roam around the city, which is a significant amount of walking.

I was aware he was there a little more than some other packers, but in a pleasant and gender euphoric kind of way. He had a subtle but visible presence visually, and a very powerful one for me mentally.

Once you find out where you like him sitting, enjoy your day out!

Drawbacks

I need to stop struggling to find drawbacks, but please believe me, it's been really difficult. I suppose the shaft dipping down below the balls a little further than average could be a little daunting to some folks, and the idea of their packer wanting to "pick a side" in some pants may be less than ideal.

I also can't say I'm certain on yay or nay for slingshot harnesses. His shaft is a great candidate, but is more balls/bottom heavy, so it's pretty 50/50 whether he would work or not, but worth a shot!

Summary

Rad to wear out and about, I’d recommend the Trexfor folks with any level of packing experience who would like a bit of versality in visibility. Small packed perfectly, so I believe someone with zero experience would pack with one just fine, but there is a size down for those that would prefer!

If this sounds like the dick of your gender dreams, go check out the available ones here!

#indietc #adulttoy #packer #ftm #kuduvoodoo #review #packers

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thomysspeedo-blog · 4 years

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MST03 MUSCLE SKINS TITANIUM THONG 3/4" Poser,Seat: Thong, Pouch Width: Wide, Pouch Depth: +3cm, SIZE S/M, USD 10 (+ postage)

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dailydianakko · 4 years

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“Akko Akoo!” shouted Diana sadly. “No, please, come back!” But I was too mad. “Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Diana and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class. I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my chestnut brown hair out. Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned to Diana! “Akko I love you!” she shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then…………….s he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it) right in front of the entire class! Her singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) . “OMFG.” I said after she was finished. Some fucking preps stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Diana’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Croix shouted at us but she stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Blytionbuyry right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether. XXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX We ran happily to Blytoonberry. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Diana thought so, I could totally see her getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Diana was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. PaUl and da parliment! “Wtf Diana im not going to a concert wid u!” I shouted angrily. “Not after what happened to me last time? Even if its MCR n u no how much I lik them” “What cause we…you know…” she gadgetted uncomfortbli cause girls don’t like to talk a bout you-know-what. “Yeah cause we you know!” I yielded in an angry voice. “We won’t do that again.” Diana promised. “This time, we’re going with an ESCORT.” “OMFG wtf/ Are you giving into the mainstream?” I asked. “So I guess ur a prep or a Christina or what now?” “NO.”she muttered loudly. “R u becoming a prep or what?” I shootd angrily. “Akoo! I’m not! Pls come with me!” Sshe fell down to her knees and started singing ‘Da world is black’ by GC to me. I was flattened cause that’s not even a single, she had memorized da lyrks just 4 me! “OK then I guess I will have to.” I said and then we frenched 4 a while and I went up 2 my room. Sucy P’oison was standing there. “Hajimemashite gurl.” she said happily (she spex Japanese so do i. dat menz ‘how do u do’ in japanese). “BTW Hannah that fucking poser got expuld. she failed al her klasses and she skepped math.” “It serves that fuking bich right.” I laughed angrily. Well anyway we where felling all deprezzed. We wutsched some goffic movies like Das niteMARE b4 xmas. “Maybe Hannah will die too.” I said. “Kawai.” Sucy P’oison shook her head enrgtically lethrigcly. “Oh yeah o have a confession after she got expuld I murdered her and den Barbara did it with her cause she’s a necphilak.” “Kawai.” I commnted happily . We talked to each other in silence for da rest uv da movie. “OH HEY BTw, im going to a concert with diana tonight in Hogsmeade with mcr.” I sed. “ I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.” Lotte Go’thic 666 Nightfall Nodded ENREGeticALLlY. “Omfg totally lets go shopping.” “In Hot Topic, right?” I asked, already getting out my spshcial Hot Topic Loiyalty carde. “No.” My head snaped up. ‘WHAT?” my head spuin. I could not believe it. “Lotte Go’thic 666 Nightfall are u a PREP?” “NOOOO!NOOOO!” She laughed. “I found some cool goffic stores near Luna NOova that’s all.” “Hu told u abut them” I askd sure it would be Duana or Diabolo or Vampire(don’t even SAY that nam to me!). Or me. “Chariot.” She sed. “Let me just call our broms.” “OMFFG Chariot?” I asked quietly. “Yah I saw the map for blytonbury on his desk.” She told me. “Come on let’s go.” We were going in a few punkgoff stores SPECIALLY for the concerts in BLUYTONBURY. The salesperson was OMG HOTTER THAN GERARD EXCEPT NOT CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE and he gave me a few dresses. “We only have these for da real goffs.” “Da real goffs?” Me and Sucy P’oison asked. “Yah u wouldn’t believe how many posers ther are in this town man! Yesterday Piceis and Finnelan tried to buy a goffic camera pouch.” He shook his head. “I dint even no they had a camera.” “OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!” I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit. “Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit” The salesperson said. “Yeah it looks totlly hot.” Said Lotte Go’thic 666 Nightfall. “You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit. Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?” he asked. “Yeah I am actually.” I looked back at him. “Hey BTW my name’s Akko Chestnut dark’ness dementia TARA way what’s yours?” “Andrew Habrige.” He said and ran a hand through his black-dyed hair. “maybe I’ll see you there tonight.” “Yeah I don’t think so cause I am going there with my gf Duana you sick perv!” I yelled angrily, but before he could beg me to go with him, Jasminkla flew in on his black broom looking worried. “OMFG AJJO U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX666XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Andbrew gave us some clothes n stuff 4 free. He said he wud help us wif makeup if he wunted koz he was relly in2 fashin n stuff. (hes bisezual). Jasminka kept shooting at us to cum back 2 LUNA NovA. “WTF NelSon?” I shouted angrily. “Fuck off you fjucking bastard.” Well anyway Barbara came. Jasminka went away angrily. “Hey bitch you look kawaii.” she said. “Yah but not as kawaii as you.” I answered sadly cause Boobra’s really pretty and everything. She was wearing a short black corset-thingy with blood red lace on it and a blak blood-red miniskirt, leather fish-nets and black poiny boots that showed off how pale she wuz. She had a really nice body wif big bobs and everything. She was thin enouff 2 be anorexic. “So r u going 2 da concert wif Diana?” she asked. “Yah.” I said happily. “I’m gong with Diabolo (thatz Hannuah).” she anserred happily. Well anyway Duana and Diabolo came. They were both loking extremely hot and sexy and u could tell they thoufht we were ot 2. Diabolo was wearing a black t-shirt that said ‘666’ on it. She was wearing tons off makeup jus like Marylin Manson. Diana was wearing black leather pants, a gothic black GC t-shirt and black Vanss he got from da Warped tower. Lotte Go’thic 666 Nightfall was going 2 da concert wif Dracola. Dracola used to be called Frank but it tuned out dat he was kidnapped at birth and his real family were vampires. They dyed in a car crash. Frank converted to Satanism and he went goth. He was a peasant now.He gav up noblles. He was wearing a black Wurped t-shirt, black jeans and shoes and black hair wif red streekz in it. We kall him Dracula now. Well anyway we al went 2 Diana’s black Mercy-Bens (geddit cuz wer gpffik) that her mom Berenadete gave her (berfore she died). We did pot, coke and crak. Diana and I made out. We made fun of dose stupid fuking preps. We soon got there…….I gapsed. Gerard was da sexiest guy eva! He locked even sexier den he did in pix. He had long raven blak hair n piercing blue eyes. He wuz really skinny and he had n amazing ethnic voice. We moshed 2 Helena and sum odder songz. Sudenly Gerard polled of his mask. So did the other membez. I gasped. It wasn’t Gerard at all! It was an ugly NOble man wif Wrinklez and eyes... Every1 ran away but me and Diana. Duana and I came. It was…….Paul and da Nobles! “U moronic idiots!” he shooted angstily. “Ajjo, I told u to kill Vampire. Thou have failed. And now……….I shall kill thou and Diana!” “No no please!” We begged sadly but he took out his knife. Sudenly a gothic old woman flu in on her broomstick. She had lung black hair and a looong black bread. She wus werring a blak robe dat sed ‘avril lavigne’ on da back. She shotted a spel and Paul ran away. It was…………………………………Hilberoook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#lwa #little witch academia #akko kagari #diana cavendish #diakko #dianakko #my writing #Undying au

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