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Day Eighteen: Accidental Stimulation - Din D'jarin

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WC: 4.4k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Talk of Dehydration. Mutual Pining. Accidental Stimulation. Female Masturbation + Getting caught. Unprotected PIV sex. Desperate Sex. Fluff. AN: Oof, this took me a solid minute to write my loves. Kinktober is taking its toll out on me but thankfully I only have eleven more to write after this. I hope you enjoy.

You look at Mando incredulously, fearing that all hope is lost, or fear that he has completely lost the plot with heat stroke, as he points to a sad and pathetic looking speeder bike sitting at the bottom of a small canyon in the desert.

Two hours ago, a devious bounty managed to lure you and the Mandalorian out into the desert where he then tricked you to abandon your healthy, fully functioning, speeder bike to give chase on foot instead. Mando was so close to capturing him too, he was literally just an arm’s reach away before the target hopped onto the speeder and took off, leaving you both to the dust.

You raised your gun ready to shoot at the time, but Mando stopped you and you were understanding as to why, but now you wish you didn’t listen and just pulled the trigger. Your aim isn’t great at all, but you might have been able to hit the target, regardless of the fact he is wanted alive, and you’d have the speeder bike to travel back to the ship where the water supply is.

Now after two hours have passed since then, you can see that Mando regrets not shooting the target himself. It’s a mistake and you don’t blame him for the judgement call in the heat of the moment considering the bounty is worth ten thousand credits, however the man is currently pointing to another speeder bike like it’s a miracle and you really do think that heat exhaustion is clouding his mind.

“It probably doesn’t even work, Mando.” You shake your head with a huff, “And we shouldn’t waste our energy checking it out.” You explain, hoping that he could see common sense, but of course, just like Mando does all the time, he insists. “Worth a try.”

You’ve been working with him for the last year, and you know there’s no use trying to protest when he gets determined. Watching the back of his cape swish side to side with each step he takes down the steep slope, you sigh frustratedly and wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. Getting down into the canyon isn’t your biggest worry, it’s coming back out, but you follow his steps and make your way down regardless of the worry. There’s no way you’re letting him go alone.

Climbing down ledge from ledge then sliding down the slippery slopes and, in some areas, even sliding down on your ass until you reached the bottom, you immediately felt some relief from the big star in the sky when standing inside the shade. You damn bear wanted to moan from the relief it felt that good. Your clothes were damp, clinging onto your skin with sweat and your exposed skin would surely be sunburnt by now, but the dehydration is most worrisome. You can feel it starting to take effect. Your mouth is dry, lips too, and you have an insatiable thirst.

“Here,” Mando gestures as he walks towards you, holding his canteen. “Finish this off, cyar’ika. It’ll keep you hydrated til we get back to the ship.” Apparently taking notice of your relief in the shade and seeing that you're clearly dehydrated, he couldn’t not offer up the last of the water supply for you to finish off. “But Mando, what about yo-” You tried to protest, but the man cut you off with his hand held out and a curt shake of his head. “Drink.” He says flatly, no ifs or buts - adamant as always.

You reluctantly lift the canteen and take two sips, watching him pull off his cape and lay the item of clothing over his arm instead. It was harrowing to watch, painful even. No matter how hot you are right now, Mando is a thousand times worse inside all of that armour and you can’t drink all of this water for yourself. It would be wrong. You can’t do that to him, can’t allow him to suffer so you will be okay.

“Mando, please.” You plead with him. Even reaching out for his gloved hands, you place the canteen in his palm then squeeze his fingers around the object reassuringly. “We both know that you need this more than I do. I will be okay, I had a drink, but you finish it off.” Nodding once, you walk away from him quickly before he could try to argue about it and now that your back is turned, you hope that he will use this moment of privacy to lift his helmet and finish off the water. You hope that he gets the message that you, too, can insist and be adamant. No ifs or buts.

You care for Mando, and he cares for you too; this is just one of the many examples that show how you both have each other's backs, although sometimes you can argue when there is a disagreement, you both mean well and only have the best interest in mind. While he hydrates, you approach the speeder bike and hold back a groan from the sun beating down on your exposed once again as you look the vehicle over. I’ll gladly take the cold over the heat any day, you thought.

Luckily, there are no loose parts laying around on the ground so that’s a good sign, but you still have no hope simply because it was left out here at the bottom of a canyon. No one would leave a working speeder bike. It’s just absurd…. Or is it? You ask yourself while looking it over. Nothing at first glance looks seriously wrong with it, the power cell is intact and it’s showing half full on the gauge. The outriggers are a little rusty and one of the back thrust flaps is cracked but held together with tape. She isn’t perfect, but she’s all you’ve got.

You wait for Mando to join you again before trying the ignition switch, not wanting to turn around to break the trust you have built with the man thus far in case he still has his helmet off. There wasn’t a whole lot you knew about Mandalorian's to begin with before meeting him, but one thing that pretty much the whole galaxy knows is that he mustn't ever reveal his identity, therefore you’ll do everything in your power to uphold that.

Even when you hear his boots dragging across the sand towards you, you still don’t turn around to face him. Admittedly, sometimes you worry too much about stumbling across the man without his helmet, though you can never be too safe, right? You relax a little when hearing his modulated sigh from over your shoulder, knowing that his helmet is definitely back on now, however when he approaches, your body becomes stiff from the delicate touch of his gloved hand on your lower back, burning through your clothes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s my fault we’re in this mess.” He apologises sincerely, then promises. “I’ll make it up to you one day, somehow.” You still remain shocked and confused, stiffer than a nail from his harmless comforting gesture. His words fall on deaf ears as all you can think about is how good his hand feels. You couldn’t tell whether or not you were burning up from the sun or burning up from his touch. Choosing the latter when he pulls away, you miss his touch and yearn to feel it again, which is really quite bizarre that you even miss his touch to begin with.

Mando isn’t a physical touch kind of guy, he’s never really touched you like this. Sure, there have been little accidents before where he bumps into you, but to actually reach out and hold you in some way, reassuringly, is new for him and new for you to feel. And now that you have felt it, you want more. It makes your legs squeeze together with the dirty minded thoughts racing around your head then makes your cheeks blush with shame for even thinking about him in that manner.

Miraculously, you even begin to feel the desire flooding your core. You’re dehydrated, you didn’t even think you’d be able to feel wet when dehydrated, let alone feel wet in the first place by the simple act of feeling a hand on your back. Stars! I need to get laid. You reprimand yourself, blaming the fact that you’ve gone too many months without intimacy for the sudden surge of arousal. That has to be the only reason for your sexual confusion right now; has to be the reason why you yearn to feel Mando’s gloved hands between your legs.

Focus! You snap with your inner voice, directing your attention back to the task at hand and not your thoughts. The speeder bike. That’s more important right now, you can deal with whatever you were just thinking about later. “Ready to see if she’s alive or not?” You ask Mando in a small voice, still feeling the effects of your own dirty imagination.

The man only nods in return and with that, you lean over for the ignition switch. She backfires loudly three times, rattling and clattering thunderously that makes you and Mando take a step back, fearing that she’s about to blow. After a few moments, she calms down and settles to an excessively loud hum, though still shaking violently. Always too good to be true. No one would leave a perfectly good working speeder back. You agree with your thoughts.

It didn’t sound promising, so you kneeled to the floor and looked over the engine while Mando walked around the bike, no doubt to check if there were any problems on that side. One of your many skills is knowing a thing or two in mechanics. You know enough to get by, but any major problems are lost on you. A nasty smell was flooding your nostrils and the catalytic converter looked damaged - that’s your problem.

“Hey, do you smell that?!” You yell to Mando over the loud racket coming from the engine, but when there is no answer, you look up for him. “Shit!” You gasp, not expecting him to be so close. He was leaning over the bike, the T shape of his visor directly above your face giving you a fight, but his proximity to you was most tantalising, even a little intimidating. And if you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was smirking inside the helmet simply from the way he was tilting his head to the side, as if amused from your reaction.

He jerks his chin outwards, a wordless way of asking you to repeat what you said, but you gulped as your eyes roamed the broad expanse of his shoulders and wide chest towering over you in this position. It made you think of him laying over your naked body instead. “Um, I think it’s going to be okay,” You rise from the floor, explaining loud enough for him to hear this time. “She’s spewing fumes, that’s what the noise and smell is, but she’ll get us back to the ship if we take it easy and don’t overpower the engine.”

“Okay, mesh’la.” Mando yells back over the noise, nodding, “Let's go back home.” He swings a leg over the bike and moves up the seat as much as he could for you to sit on the back, but you froze with surprise, thinking about the fact he has just called the razor crest home. You feel a concoction of different thoughts whirling around your brain, even though the ship is where you both reside day and night on your travels through the galaxy, he’s never called it home before. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head to ask, worried. You snap out of it then, shaking off your emotions while replying. “N-nothing just… Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Upon looking at the backseat and seeing only one set of foot pegs, you ask. “Where do you want me to put my legs, speeders aren’t made for two carriers?”

Jerking his head to the side, another wordless gesture telling you to just hop on, you reach out and hold his shoulder, then sigh breathily when feeling his brute strength under your fingertips. Has he always been this big and strong under his clothes? You ask, wishing to explore his bare skin without the clothing barrier in the way.

You swing your leg over and sit down, now gripping his shoulder with the urge to moan out from the vibrations below caused by the engine. You clenched around nothing, feeling your clit pulse from the contact of the seat against your core. It was buzzing so loud and strong, that you already knew this journey back to the ship was going to be euphoric.

“Just relax.” Mando yells, mistaking the fact that you are clearly turned on right now for discomfort as he reaches for your legs to wrap around his waist. “I’m sorry, it’s just for a little while, cyar’ika.” He justifies himself, and you immediately lean in close to reassure. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I promise.” It’s actually more than okay, Mando…

He nods after you get comfortable then hands his cape to you. “Keep this safe for me.” He asks, and you know how much his cape means to him, so you handle it with care. Taking it from him then putting it behind his back, you move up the seat and keep it secured between your bodies. Quickly growing tired of the yelling, you just threw him a thumbs up instead and he then returned the gesture by taking both of your hands with a firm squeeze before placing them over his chest plate. You wanted to feel that again, something so simple as holding his hands was electric.

As he accelerates, getting you both out of the canyon to make your way back home, as he newly calls it, you rest your cheek to his back and immediately close your eyes, picturing him pleasuring you instead of the vibrations from the bike. You couldn’t help it. You were just so turned on from his touch and now with the vibrations below, you were imagining it was his fingers working their magic. Although you felt so dirty and wrong for thinking about Mando in this sexual manner, you loved how good it felt to be pressed against his body like this. It felt like you were hugging him from behind, but it wasn’t a real hug. As much as you wished it to be, it wasn’t real.

Truthfully, you wished you could be sitting up front instead; up front and facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. And that wishful thought makes you clench around nothing again, just imagining your burning heat sitting above his crotch while he rides the speeder back to the ship. There was no use trying to fight the inevitable. You were quite literally sitting on top of a vibrator and the sensations it was providing were too pleasing to ignore.

Besides, would it really be all that bad to make the most of it? To make the most of this journey and get yourself off a couple times before you reach the Razor Crest and continue your hunt for the target? Who knows when your next moment of privacy will be as you can barely pleasure yourself these days with how cramped the ship is and how busy your workload has been.

You’re always with Mando. He, as well as yourself, doesn’t have any real privacy. You’re always together, not that you mind it, but moments like this where you can release some of your pent-up sexual frustrations are sparse. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, you ponder in thought. You’re clearly having mixed emotions about your employer and that’s because you are so deprived of intimacy.

You need this release; need this sexual release so you can be able to think straight and get back to normal. After justifying your actions, you quit fighting your own needs and just relax, letting the vibrations pleasure you. Small gasps and whimpers slipped past your lips and your cheeks burned at the thought of Mando hearing you.

Hope had you thinking that the man would love it, that he’d love the fact you were quite literally getting yourself off behind him, but thinking realistically, he would probably find it weird and disrespectful. Find you weird and disrespectful. You still thought about him though. Even after you justified that feeding your sexual hunger would make you think clearly, it didn’t stop you from thinking about Mando pleasuring you instead.

You wanted him so badly and even thought about his leather gloved fingers sliding inside of you. The vibrations ramp up a notch as he speeds up the bike, thus causing you to bury your face between his shoulder blades and muffle your throaty mewls. Your head floats off into the clouds as you lose all sense of control. It’s like everything around you fades out into nothing and all you can focus on is Mando, as if holding onto him kept you tethered to reality.

Panting heavily through your release, you feel another one rising again and ride it out, basking in the magnificence of over-stimulation. Your hands unintentionally grip Mando’s chest plate, the muscles in your legs tensing up with a fiery burn and your thighs squeezing together around his hips. You thank the stars above for the speeder being so loud, otherwise he would be able to hear you literally falling apart and whining through the aftershocks.

It’s too much; too pleasurable that it’s becoming painful, but you don’t want it to stop. You want to be reduced to a quivering mess, to be soaked in your own desire as your eyes haze over with bliss. “Oh f-fuck.” You moan disgracefully, succumbing to your wants and needs; your need to tell him how you really feel about him. Even though he can’t hear it, you need to speak your truth and say the words out outloud. “Stars! I want you so bad, Mando.” You cry to yourself, “I want your fingers inside of me.”

Minutes passed by like an eternity before the bike slowed down and you no longer felt the sun beating down on your back anymore, just the coolness of the shade blessing you with a break from the heat. “We’re home, mesh’la.” You hear Mando say but could barely form a reply and just nodded into his back.

However, instead of getting off the speeder, he firmly held onto your thigh and hip, then pulled you around to the front. “M-Mando?” You gasp with surprise. You were now sitting on his crotch, gazing up into the T shape of his visor as he placed his thumb and forefinger to your chin, looking back down at you. “I heard you moaning, sweet girl,” He growls, hand on your hip squeezing the flesh hard as your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. He heard you, heard you moaning therefore he must have heard what you said.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted, lowering your head in shame, but the man slipped his hand around the base of your neck and tilted your head back before pressing his helmet to your forehead. “I want it too…” He exhaled shakily, “I want you so badly, cyar’ika, I always have.”

“You have?” You ask, disbelieving the words exiting his mouth. “B-but I don’t understand. How have I not noticed before?”

“Because I do well with hiding my emotions.” The man explains, both hands now firmly holding your hips, his fingers slip under your shirt with request. “But not anymore cyar’ika. I won’t hide how I feel anymore, if you won’t hide anymore either.”

“I won’t. Not ever again, Mando.” You moan, brows pulling together with bliss under his gaze. You can feel the warm leather on your skin, feel the burn of his fingers inside desperate to touch you without the barrier of clothing. Looking down briefly and whimpering at the sight of his gloved hands straining against the fabric, you look back up into his visor with a nod. “Touch me. Please touch me, I need you so bad.”

Laying down and arching your back for him as he makes quick work on removing your pants, you moan falling on his ears audibly this time, you feel the desperation from the man during his bid to remove all barriers of clothing preventing him from pleasuring you. Mando hikes up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the warm breeze blowing over your skin before pawing at your booms with one hand. He tears your panties down your legs, the hurriedness of his actions making you blush.

“M-Mando.” You whine; whine and beg without actually saying what you need from him. He heard you loud and clear anyways, he heard it from the way you moaned his name. Mando knew how much you wanted him; knew from the moment he laid his hand on your lower back earlier and your heart rate kicked up suddenly. “I know, sweet girl.” He breathes reassurance, telling you exactly what you need to hear. “I know and it’s okay. I will take care of you.”

“Oh fuck!” You cry upon feeling two bare fingers sliding into your sex. When did he take them off? You don’t even know, but you don’t care either. His fingers are so big and fulfilling, bending into a come hither motion to caress your g-spot. “So wet, mesh’la.” He groans heavy and wanton, admiring the slick coating his fingers. There was so much in fact, it was drooling down his digits and making a mess inside the palm of his hands. “So tight too.” His modulated exhale reaches your ears, shaky and breathless.

You clench around him, the muscles in your cunt aching with dire need to be stroked and stretched. “M-More.” You whimper. Hands trailing down your body to pull down your bra, exposing your nipples, you hold them between your fingers and plead with him shamelessly. “Please Mando. I want mo-yes! Like that, just like that.” You yell out, rewarding his actions with your words as he buries three fingers to the hilt beautifully.

You don’t even feel Mando removing his hand from your breast, nor do you feel him fighting to open his slacks and free himself. All you can focus on is the way he grunts. Your eyes closed, lost within the bliss of his fingers pleasuring you, only when he removes them, you open your eyes with a needy whine. “N-no, don’t stop.” You look up just in time to see the man reaching for you, grabbing you by the sides and pulling you flush to his chest.

“Cyar’ika!” He growls deep and low, cock thrusting inside of you and bottoming out in one swift motion. You mewl from the stretch, pulsing around his girth and grip onto his biceps from the burn his size was causing. It was phenomenal. You wanted it again, to feel him stretch you open again and again with each snap of his hips into yours. “Mando move!” You choke on the words, burying your face into the nook of his neck and rolling your eyes back with the scent of him flooding your senses. He smells so good, so heavenly.

The man makes quick work of rutting into you, using your own body as leverage to pull you into his thrusts and meet him halfway. You could hear your desire squelching around him, could feel the damp spot it was leaving on his clothes, making a mess. Though it wasn’t enough for him. Mando apparently had his own sexual frustrations to release too. He needed more and he took more.

“Hold on.” He grunts an order, hooking both arms behind your knees and using your ass to lift you up and down. The man even leaned back, getting himself comfy as he uses your cunt like his own personal fuck toy to get himself off. You don’t care for the romantics right now, you need raw primal sex, and Mando was giving it to you in the best way.

Little squeaks and moans slipped into his neck as he grabbed the globes of your ass and began slamming you down onto his hips. His cock was bruising your insides, filling you up completely each time. “C-cum, I’m cumming.” You manage to utter before falling limp, just letting him take over and fuck you into oblivion.

“Tell me when to stop.” He moans brokenly, still thrusting hard and deep. “I’m nowhere near done sweet girl but tell me when to stop and I will.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you nod into his neck. Falling apart on his cock, your high was intensified as he surges through your vice-like grip and continues to fuck you from below. “Inside me.” You moan softly, tiredly, “Come inside of me, Mando. Fuck me until you're satisfied.”

You blew past the stages of over-stimulation and entered the realms of sexual exhaustion. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, so instead you just held onto Mando like he was a lifeline and let him use your pussy for his own pleasure. The man had stamina for days. Stamina like you’ve never seen before as he comes multiple times, filling you up with his warm creamy seed. Even when he paused for a break, gathering some energy while allowing you a break, he started again with a slow grind, relishing in the pretty little sounds escaping you.

“Tell me to stop, mesh’la.” He says, almost begging you at this point to give yourself mercy. Mando wasn’t lying, he is nowhere near done and can last for hours - for you. He’s dreamt of his for months, fisted his cock many nights thinking it was your heat instead and now that he has your cunt wrapped around his cock, he doesn’t want to stop, can’t stop until he has emptied his sac. “Do you want to stop?” You lift your head to ask, gazing into the T shape of his visor and picturing what beautiful eyes he must have behind it.

“No, not at all.” He groans and gasps in reply, feeling you clench around him. A smile tugs on your lips, sweet and innocent like at first, but then it becomes devilish and naughty. You don’t want to stop and neither does he. You both want more. “Well keep fucking me Mando.” You sigh breathily, resting your cheek to his shoulder with a request;

“And don’t stop until we’re both completely spent.”

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fascinatedscrawls · 6 days

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Phic Phight Prompt: Kwan starts a poetry club and invites everyone at school to the first monthly poetry slam. Some unexpected poets show up.

Word Count: 1881

For TheSilentBard

Summary: When Kwan revives the old poetry club he gets a bigger crowd than expected. Danny's sure no one is going to forget this meeting, especially not Mr. Lancer.

The club room is full to bursting, students - some excited, but most reluctantly - occupying each of the cheap chairs scattered almost haphazardly around the place. Slouched in one of the back corners, Danny watches Mr. Lancer pick his way through the messy array of seats to get to the front of the room with a dead-eyed stare.

"Excuse me, pardon me, please don't leave your - oof!" The teacher trips and nearly falls, barely catching himself on the back of a chair instead of braining himself on it and all Danny can muster the energy for at the sight is a slow blink. "Lord of the Flies, Mr. Baxter! Do be more careful with where you rest your feet!"

Closing his eyes even if he knows he can't sleep here Danny hears a snort which could only come from Sam. Technically, unlike him and Tucker, she isn't required to attend the club session for a chance at extra credit because she's acing the class.

"It hasn't started yet." Tucker points out helpfully, stylus still tap tap tapping away at his PDA. "You could leave. If you actually wanted to."

The teasing barb hits its mark once again and Sam slouches further into her seat with a tsk.

"I'm here to watch how hard this bombs." In her pause for emphasis, Danny can almost hear her rolling her eyes. "I haven't wasted fifteen minutes of my afternoon just to leave before the show even starts."

"So you admit that you're attending the new poetry club for fun." Tucker snipes, smile clear in his voice. There's a scuffle over Danny's head as Tucker ducks whatever Sam threw in retaliation. Used to it and too tired to participate, Danny slumps down until his head is resting on the back of his chair. The smooth plastic is uncomfortable and his spine is already protesting at the angle, but pushing himself back up is just too much work.

Now at the front of the room, Mr. Lancer speaks to Kwan at a volume that's likely a little louder than he thinks. Or, Danny grimaces as something else flies over his head and Sam hisses, it could be some kind of ghostly hearing he's developing.

Ancients he hopes its not that, but it would explain why he's finding it so hard to sleep these past few nights. Even for the evenings without ghostly visitors he's barely getting a couple of hours at a time. He opens his eyes to glare at the injustice of it all, which looks a lot like the pockmarked ceiling of the club room.

"Now, we're all very excited to see the old poetry club get enough interest and funding to finally return after over a decade with no members," Mr. Lancer says catching Danny's attention and likely repeating himself for what must be at least the third time if Kwan's disinterested smile is anything to go by. Two encouraging pats on his shoulder courtesy of their teacher twists his smile into something closer to a grimace for half a second before it settles into a more natural expression. "I know you had something in mind for the first meeting and hopefully, by offering that extra credit today you'll see membership continue to improve. However, if things go off the rails you can count on me to help with your inaugural meeting."

The words would likely be more comforting if someone didn't yelp in the back of the room just as he said them. Wincing, Danny closed his eyes at the loud noise before a tingle at the back of his throat made him straighten up abruptly. Eyes wide and far more alert than before, he stares open mouthed at a handful of ghosts calmly floating in through the closed door, drifting towards the front of the room without any care for who might be sitting in their way.

Another aborted scream or two rings out before Mr. Lancer even has a chance to turn to address it with a, "Edgar Allen P-"

The last of the English teacher's oft stated and highly creative use of the famous poets name as an epithet cuts off in the face of the man himself.

Or more accurately, the ghost himself.

Mr. Lancer coughs behind a hand, clearly having a hard time believing his eyes. At least a third of the room is on their feet, but when the ghosts do nothing more than mutter to each other they clearly start to relax. After months of ghost attacks and at least a few weeks of less dangerous hauntings happening all over town it looks like most of his classmates are willing to risk a sudden, potentially dangerous turn around in an attempt to earn a few more free points for class.

"Poe?" Mr. Lancer finally manages to squeak out. He looks ready to faint as the ghost nods a greeting (the ghostly raven on his shoulder doing the same, pulling a snicker from a few people around the room including Tucker), but holds it together with a gulp as he straightens his tie.

"Shakespeare, Poe, Dickinson, Frost - what do you know," Sam mutters as she identifies more of the ghosts on stage than Danny could have managed. It's no wonder she's actually passing the class. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."

"How," Mr. Lancer visibly swallows back his nerves even as his hands shake. "How nice of you to join us. Will any of you be participating in our poetry readings today?"

"Yes. As always, we're here to share our works -" One of the ghosts (is it Frost or Dickinson? Wait, Danny corrects himself, he's pretty sure Dickinson is the lady actually) says before getting interrupted by the raven.

"Evermore!"

The ghost sighs at the spectral bird, but they clearly expected the interruption as they don't comment on it. Instead they go back to consulting with the ghost beside them, quietly discussing which poem they'd like to read today if their only faintly indistinct mutters are anything to go by.

"Delightful!" This has absolutely made Mr. Lancers day if not his whole month judging by his wide smile. He turns the slightly manic expression on Kwan who flinches under the force of it. "Perhaps we can hold off on your planned presentations until after our guests have, ahem, graced us with their works?"

It sounds less like a question and more like an order, especially when Mr. Lancer doesn't even wait for a response before motioning Kwan to a nearby seat.

Danny relaxes into his own with a light sigh of relief as the scattered conversations around them take on an edge of awed excitement. Not a fight then. Huh, he's actually not sure why he thought there was going to be one when clearly these ghosts are just here to indulge in their obsessions.

He quickly puts the thought out of his mind and settles in to hopefully enjoy a performance straight from the horses mouth (maybe that will be what finally helps him understand iambic pentameter), which means he jumps along with half the students when the door gets kicked in.

"Freeze, ecto-scum!" Two white suited men shout in what has to be a practiced synchronization of words and poses. Both of them have ecto guns in their hands. Hilariously, neither of the blasters are pointed anywhere near any of the ghosts.

"They should probably take off the sunglasses." Sam snarks, now on her feet and sounding more relaxed than her tense posture displays.

"But without them they'd just be odd wedding ushers." On Danny's other side Tucker eyes the GIW agents with all the suspicion they're due.

"I think they'd be just as blind either way," Danny points out, sliding his chair a little further back in case he needs to disappear behind his friends. It's looking more likely.

Or it is before Danny gets a look at Mr. Lancer's face.

Danny has done many things that his teacher does not approve of. He's missed class, forgotten homework, fallen asleep on his desk, and even attempted to cheat on his exams, but never before has he seen Mr. Lancer look like this. Instinctively, he finds himself hunching his shoulders in an attempt to make himself smaller, less noticeable, in the face of someone clearly ready to rain hellfire upon their enemies.

The GIW are making an attempt to aim at their foes only to find themselves blocked bodily by one enraged vice-principal.

"Gentlemen," Mr. Lancer grinds out, frowning hard enough that Danny starts to wonder if the expression hurts him to maintain. His words are polite, but the tone is very clear: he doesn't hold even an ounce of respect for these invaders. "Our poetry club was just about to start. Please see yourselves out if you plan to be disruptive."

The white suited agents protest loudly, but it's abundantly clear that between Mr. Lancer and the students who were excited for a chance to hear from the masters (or possibly, just very invested in this afternoon's extra credit) that they won't be capturing or shooting any ghosts today.

That's good, because Danny's too busy trying to slow his heart rate down after he finally noticed Sidney Poindexter hovering just behind his shoulder. It took Tucker pointedly clearing his throat and Danny's pretty sure he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of the glowing teen.

"I see you've found the Dead Poets Society," He pushes his glasses back into place with a bland look in the face of Danny's weak glare. "I had wondered where they got to when they missed our usual club meeting."

"They meet regularly?" Danny asks, but doesn't get more than a nod in response before Sam cuts in with a question of her own.

"Why at the school? I'm sure there's other good places to meet."

"I invited them and offered it as a neutral ground." There's a pause as Danny shares a look with Sam and Tucker, all of them imagining the circumstances behind some famous poets needing specifically 'neutral ground' to meet on. Danny winces as he suddenly remembers every bruise or worse that he's gotten since ghosts started visiting Amity Park's very clearly not-at-all-neutral ground. Sidney ignores their silent conversation, not looking away from the ghosts quietly arguing at the front of the room. "It certainly made the poetry club less repetitive, so I've let the weekly meetings continue."

"So what you're saying," Tucker grins as the door to the classroom is slammed shut and locked, muffling the indignant agents' argument, "is that we're definitely in for a show."

"Well, I could imagine worse ways to spend my afternoon." Arms crossed, Sam settles back into her chair and, following Sidney's example, ignores how Tucker's smile somehow reaches new heights of smugness.

"Well, at least it will be an interesting extra credit assignment."

And maybe, if he's lucky, it'll be a reoccurring one. Danny could really use the extra help passing any of his classes. Besides, if the stars in Mr. Lancer's eyes are anything to go by, Danny wouldn't be the only one checking in on the poetry club's weekly meetings from now on. Danny might as well get some extra points for keeping an eye on some positive ghost-human interactions.

#phic phight 2024 #one shot #danny phantom

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makoodles · 9 months

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Do you think Tsu’tey would be a good son in law?

oof, definitely depends on whether or not he likes your parents

like if he knows that you have a good relationship with your family and that their approval means a lot to you, he will be working double-time trying to earn their respect and to impress them.

if you have a poor relationship or if they treat you badly, absolutely not. tsu'tey will not have any time for them, and he won't waste a single ounce of energy on trying to make them like him. so long as you like him, he doesn't care

#asks #tsu'tey

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capriciousleo · 1 year

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OKAY GUYS, IT’S HAPPENING!! While I totally love Genshin and the Harbingers, I still am an astrology and tarot account, which means... I will be combining these two and share very interesting series and posts with you all, my lovelies!!

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Part 2, 3

So, my first post in “Fatui Harbingers Natal Charts” series shall be:

𝑫𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑬’𝑺 𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑻

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Sun- Gemini

Moon- Capricorn

Mercury- Cancer

Venus- Aquarius

Mars- Capricorn

Rising- Leo

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First of all, I would like to say that this man gives heavy earth energy for some reason that I didn’t expect😭. He’s very duty-and-goal-oriented, and you can rely on him to complete his job. Even his short phrase — “Jester, I have completed the task you gave me.” gives very Capricorn vibes. Also, agreeing to the negotiation for killing off his segments for a Gnosis... a pretty frosty Capricorn move — Capricorns will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and their methods may be shocking to people because of how cold and sharp their decisions can be. And the experiments he makes??💀💀 This man doesn’t feel anything, and it’s also his Venus to blame. But we will get there. Also, the way he hates his time being wasted and he clearly voices this out is another trait of Cappies. However, this doesn’t mean they won’t invest in something that should bring harvest in the future.

It was difficult to pick between Aquarius or Leo rising, but you guys see my verdict lol. Yes, he may come off as disturbingly weird and innovative, but the way he holds himself commands awe and respect — his tone, speech, body motions. Wherever he goes, he takes up the space. Remember his behavior and body language in Sumeru in the scene where he manipulated the citizens — he’s very prideful. He is confident in his abilities and this feeling oozes out of him.

All of the fcked up weirdness, innovativeness, being open to possibilities... I believe it comes from his Aquarius Venus. He enjoys and thrives to learn and experiment on something new. His methods were unacceptable and out of the norm, for which he got expelled from Akademiya and thrown out of Sumeru and he’s still salty abt it lmao. He’s also very detached, which combines with his Capricorn. ‘Emotional intimacy’ is not in his vocabulary — don’t even bother, he will call it ‘silly’, and this being the lightest word I used.

NOW. His Mercury in Cancer... it’s DARK. OKAY?? And I’m sure it’s at a very high degree. I was originally thinking to put Cancer Mars cuz it also fits him, and this placement is completely FCKED UP (many many serial killers have this exact placement and that’s something I found out myself). All of his experiments??? The Underground Arena??? All of the plots and manipulation of literally everyone and everything??? Literally the whole plot revolves around the aftermath of his actions that always affect everyone in Teyvat. And guess what? He is not going to stop nowhere soon. The way he made Scara unlikeable both for regular ppl AND the Fatui members on PURPOSE just so Scara is dependent on HIM AND HIM ONLY. ‘Oh, look, Scara, I am the only one who didn’t turn their back on you and can keep up with you. You have only me.’ Ofc, Dottore needed Scara’s powers. That’s an unhealthy Cancer placement for you. He knows where to press where it hurts the most, and with his Capricorn placements? Oof. He damn knows how to use his words and combine emotions and logic in his manipulations. Dottore is literally a walking “The Traumatizer-3000” machine.

Sun in Gemini is pretty self-explanatory. He is witty, intelligent, unconventional, and enjoys learning and has great oratory skills.

P.S. Share your takes/ thoughts in comments if you wish! I’d love to discuss tee hee💛 And now, I’ll go watch Zydrate edits of him since they flooded my tiktok fyp fhsksksk. Also, excuse if my writing seems kinda funky and hard to understand, I was writing this at 2 am🤠

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imastrangeone98 · 10 months

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The Room Where It Happened - Chapter 1: A Place to Go

(A/N: no one asked for it yet here it is- my Miguel o'hara thirst posts in a weird convoluted one shot complication)

Warning: spoilers for across the spider verse. Also fem!korean spider "oc" who is unnamed as of yet so I will call it "reader"

"No, not this universe either! And the other spiders are probably gonna get close to either him or us before we find him!" Gwen raked her fingers through her hair, tugging painfully at the strands. "I need to think, I need to think..."

"Relax, kid. Not only are we not getting anywhere, we're all exhausted and hungry," Peter B. sighed. He knew that she was getting desperate- hell, all of them were.

Miles was nowhere to be found, and with the unhappy revelation that he had not gone to his true universe, they were forced to bounce back and forth between worlds. Thankfully, Spider-Byte and Peni Parker had managed to narrow it down to a few possibilities, but it still didn't change the fact that without Miles' watch, they had no real way of knowing whether he was in that world or not.

And not to mention, the high likelihood of the Spider Society being hot on their tails did not make it easier on them.

"I'm detecting a signal," Margo said suddenly, checking her monitors. "It looks like a shift in inter-dimensional energy!"

"Then that means-!" Pavitr's eyes widened.

"They on our tail," Hobie sighed out with a crack of his knuckles. "Ain't gotta get ya Alan Wickers in a twist; I got a plan."

"And what could that possibly be-?" Gwen was about to ask, frustrated, but Hobie didn't pay any mind. He instead turned to Margo, giving what sounded like coordinates.

"...Are you sure about that one?" Margo whispered to him, eyes wide. "Isn't that...?"

"Yeah; it's the one place he ain't gonna poke his nose in." He gestured to the now open portal. "Goin' in or not? Or wouldja rather waste time gettin' a hook?"

Without waiting for the rest, he jumped in. The others, upon hearing the tell-tale sound of webs flying behind them, all followed the spider rebel. Just in the nick of time, as two other spider-people landed right as the portal closed.

"We just missed them! What are we gonna tell Miguel now?!" the first one hissed. The second ignored their partner, checking their watch for the coordinates, only to drop their hands in shock.

"Ah, poopsack. They went to that world."

"Dude, Peter. You're not making things very clear."

"Oh, shut it, Peter! You know damn well why! It's-"

[EARTH-51802: SEOULBECA]

"Oof! Get your fat butt off me, Peter!"

"That ain't me- that's Mayday! Has anyone seen Mayday, by the way?"

"All of you! Get off!"

The gang immediately tried to disentangle themselves (except Margo- she was a hologram). Hobie immediately moved to swing up to the roof of the nearest building, leaving the others to follow him. But once they did, nearly all of them gaped at the city below them.

"Are you sure... this is New York?" Gwen gasped, admiring the strange yet beautiful mix of nature and man-made metropolis- tall, green trees on par with skyscrapers; large bridges that spanned pristine rivers and meadows of lush flowerbeds; happy, carefree citizens going about their day-to-day lives seemed to be the only thing this universe shared in common with all their own.

"Seoulbeca, Gwendy. Ya ain't seenit?" Hobie stretched his arms and jumped off the roof, zipping away towards some unknown destination. The others didn't hesitate to follow.

"Oh, man! If only Mumbattan had this level of controlled traffic!" Pav cried out in joy, inhaling the surprisingly fresh air.

"The colors on this place, I need to study them further," Spider-Noir mumbled, much to Spider-Ham's chagrin and Peni's amusement.

"Hobie, seriously, where are we headed?" Gwen called out to her friend. "What is this world? Why haven't I ever seen it?"

"Why did you bring us here, Hobie?" Peter B. yelled. For some reason, he seemed exceptionally nervous. "Why this one? You know this world is off-limits!"

"First'a all, ya ask too many questions." Hobie landed on the roof of a hotel building, keeping an eye on the ground below. "Second'a all, rules ain't my thing. Third'a all, she is the reason we ain't gotta worry about Miguel."

He pointed straight down, and almost immediately, a piercing shriek filled the air. The gang peered off the ledge to see what was clearly a spider-person fighting a fox-like demonic creature with nine tails lashing to and fro.

"¡Es el Gumiho!

“Everyone, run!"

“거미 다! 거미!”

The Spider-Woman was so quick, nearly sipping around the battlefield, webs flying and quickly subduing the monster, who yelped and roared, thrashing in its bonds before collapsing to the ground.

"Dang..." Peni whispered to Noir. "She's good."

"She's fast," Pavitr concurred. "How does she move around like that? It's like she's got skates for feet!"

"Y'know," the Spider-Woman laughed below them at the villain, "I've always wondered what foxes actually said. Now I know: they cry about not surrendering to the police!" With a flick of her wrist, the monster's head was forced downward, and it slammed to the ground so hard the building they were on was shaking. It then stopped moving, only its chest rising up and down an indicator that it was still alive.

And then it started to shrink. The monster slowly drew in on itself, transforming into an exhausted young woman. The Spider-Woman, after quickly giving the woman a once-over, swiftly picked her up and deposited her with the shocked police officers before zipping away.

"Oh, crap, she's getting away- wait, is she looking at us?" Gwen asked. Her eyes were fixated on the disappearing woman... no, her eyes didn't deceive her. The woman was definitely waving right at their direction.

"That's our cue, innit?" Hobie snapped under her nose, and gestured for the others to follow him.

By the time they managed to catch up to the punk, they found him casually chatting with the woman.

"Peter," Gwen whisper-hissed to her friend, "you know her? How come I've never seen her before?"

He glanced at her, nervousness evident in his eyes. But he didn't say anything, returning his attention to Hobie- who had taken off his mask- and the mysterious Spider-Woman, who was affectionately rubbing his head and booping his nose.

"So!" she called out to the others, turning to them with a friendly wave. "You're the guests my little buddy told me about, huh?"

"Oi, I ain't little-"

"I'm 거미, the one and only Spider-Woman of this world! Welcome to Seoulbeca!" She gestured grandly behind her towards her city with pride. "Hobie filled me in on what happened; don't worry, you'll be safe here. Come with me; you all must be hungry!"

She quickly leaped off the edge, leaving the others to follow.

"I like her," Pavitr chuckled. Hobie grinned and briefly rubbed his head before resuming his swinging.

"Is her name seriously 'Gummy?'" Gwen couldn't help but ask.

"It's not with a 'g' sound, Gwen!" Peni called out. "It's more of a soft 'k!'"

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A/N: I like this movie way too much for my own good. Miguel O'Hara is too attractive for his own good 🤤

거미 다! 거미! - It's the Spider! Spider!

#atsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #peter b parker #miguel x reader #not yet tho #there's some drama to build rn

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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omg for the prompts could you do 11 with like. lucretia and magnus i think it has the potential to be rly funny jskfhkd

11. No I promise you’re supposed to pay for it actually. Obviously, I won’t rat you out but like, that was worth money

There's a complaint box outside of Lucretia's office that she rarely opened, let alone looked at. Sure, if there were notes starting to break through the sides of the box, she'd go through them. But that had only happened once when Brad was on vacation. Gods, Lucretia was still so grateful that Maureen had reminded her to make a HR. She did not have the energy to deal with complaints.

That being said: Sometimes she did have to deal with them. Notably, whenever someone cornered and talked to her about it. So when Lucretia stepped outside to go eat her lunch and was very abruptly confronted with Garfield the Deals Warlock, she knew it was going to be one of those days.

"DIRECTOR," Garfield said, with the loudness of someone who was trying to talk over the TV on full volume. "THERE IS A THIEF STEALING FROM MY STORE."

"From... the Fantasy Costco," Lucretia said.

"YES," Garfield said. "WHAT OTHER STORES DO I HAVE? DON'T ANSWER THAT. BUT YES, SOMEONE IS STEALING FROM FANTASY COSTCO! AREN'T YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT???"

Literally, what could Lucretia do in this situation? Nothing. She was a frail old woman. She had standards. She wasn't going to camp outside the store and watch.

Later that day, Lucretia's knees were begging for rest as she crouched down behind a checkout counter in the Fantasy Costco. She was bored. She was tired. She was hungry. She had Director Duties to fulfill, like pretending to do paperwork and lying about not being a Red Robe. Why was she wasting her time on time?

Simple answer. She had actual paperwork to do. But it could be done later. If she waited long enough, the Hunger would maybe eat the tax collectors.

It was nearly closing time and barely anyone had been in here all day. She had seen Angus, who politely pretended like she hadn't been staring at him and wished her a good day when she left. Avi hadn't seemed to notice her when he went to buy a bulk pack of energy drinks. One of the guards from the Voidfish's chamber took a break in here to walk around and try samples.

Right now, she was watching Magnus peruse the shelves carefully. He was looking along the weapons wall, nodding to himself quite a lot. Lucretia could be reading or taking a bath. Maybe even looking for further ways to get away with committing tax fraud. Instead, she observed as Magnus made a loud "hmmm" and nodded again.

And she almost missed it- she was getting tired enough that her eyelids were beginning to feel heavy, but she caught it at the last second. Magnus slipped a pocket knife down from the wall and slipped it into his pocket. He looked around and Lucretia ducked back down under the counter for a second. After a moment, she heard Magnus's footsteps going towards the door. When she peeked up again, he was leaving the Fantasy Costco, one pocket knife richer.

Lucretia followed. Quickly, because Magnus's legs were a bit longer than hers and she really didn't want to go down to their dorm this late at night.

"Magnus!" Lucretia said once they were a reasonable distance from the Fantasy Costco. Magnus turned and brightened upon seeing her, waving.

"Director!" he said.

"Magnus," she said, slowing to a stop. She was kind of out of breath. "Mag- just, oooh boy, just give me a second-"

"Take your time," Magnus said. She paused, leaning against her staff. Oof. She needed to be more physically active. Geez.

"Okay," Lucretia said. "Okay. So. You stole a knife."

"...no I didn't," Magnus said. Awful deception roll. Even more awful considering Lucretia knew all his tells.

"I saw you steal it, Magnus," Lucretia said.

"I am lawful good-"

"Neutral good at best," Lucretia said.

"It was a free knife," Magnus said. "No, uh, no price tag. That means it's free."

"No, I promise you're supposed to pay for it, actually," Lucretia said, having endured Garfield's whole rant earlier in the day. "I'm not gonna- obviously, I'm not gonna rat you out, because the Fantasy Costco is quite literally the only place to get groceries or- or anything, but like, that was worth money."

"I mean," Mangus said, floundering for a second. "Like, okay, it cost money. But does Garfield think I'm made of money? Like, fifty gold for a knife? C'mon!"

"That- that is a lot of gold," Lucretia said. "I could- I mean, I don't usually do that, but I could like, lend you some money? Not work-related money. Just as your, uhm, friend. And also because if you don't go back and pay for it, I'm going to have to sit through another three hours of Garfield explaining the economy to me and Magnus? Mangus, listen. I can't do that again."

"Yikes," Magnus said.

"Please, please go return the knife," Lucretia said. "Please."

"Can I have like... thirty minutes with it?" Magnus asked.

"To do what?"

"I'm learning rogue stuff!" Magnus said. "Like I said, lawful good. I wouldn't steal stuff unless someone asked me to.

"Carey," Lucretia said exhaustedly.

"Carey," Magnus confirmed. "So once I show her that I, y'know, got the knife, I'll take it back. Cross my heart."

"And you'll return the other stuff you've stolen?" Lucretia said.

"The- what? Oh!" Magnus laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't steal anything else. This is it. You gotta ask Taako for the other things."

"Of course I do," Lucretia said.

She could go back to her office. But then she'd be confronted with paperwork and her broken radio and the floor she told herself she'd sweep last week and ughhghghg. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers for a second.

"And would you happen to know where Taako is?" Lucretia asked.

#magnus burnsides #lucretia #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #lexarga #ise cube writing

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jakxdafreak · 1 month

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Azrael was always the type to use a rather expansive vocabulary.

Due to her time as a monk, she was rather educated and was very literate.

However. Mors… was not.

He found works of art, literature, architecture, and all that nonsense to be a waste of time. All fell, all was destroyed. Why would it matter? He never bothered with those sort of works. A waste of human energy!

Then Azrael walked into his life.

Unlike his old lover Esau, Azrael was witty. Silver tongued. She’d crack jokes all the time, and they’d go right over Mors’ head. She’d use words that he didn’t know. Once she found out he didn’t understand it, it seemed she became more persistent in confusing him further with large words and complex vernacular.

Mors thought he wouldn’t care. And he didn’t! At first. Then Azrael commented that he didn’t understand anything she was saying, did he?

And for some reason, that ticked him off. He began visiting Baubol alongside Azrael and slinked away to try and figure out the things she was saying. And once he found out all the things she was saying were joking INSULTS…

Let’s say he was a bit more than flustered at that.

Bested by a human of silver tongue! How unfortunate for a God of Death.

Here’s Tina teasing him for it too.

Mors mentions the comments Azrael makes to them, and they chuckle every time at their brother’s ignorance.

He didn't exactly understand why he felt so conflicted by this. It was mere mockery! Insult! Why would he care? She wasted all that time studying, and all that work's sowed product was merely a strung-together line of complicated words. He'd get over it. But he never really did, did he? He started studying a little more, bided his free time given by Azrael's service by reading small things kept in the folds of his cloak. And he began retorting to her jokes. Not in as smooth a fashion as her, but he was trying.

Now why would a God of Death so uninterested in language attempt to best his coworker in insults and jokes?

Seems a bit odd of him, hoho.

Perhaps he was finding more interest in Azrael than mere "amusement."

More RAPTURE! AU stuff I made at the gym. They're easy to think of, so that's why I draw em there oof... I'm working on different AU stuff tho, promise! OCs here belong to Raph. o7

#Raph OC #RAPTURE!#R!Mors #R!Azrael #R!Tima #Bro doesn't know how to READ!!!!

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starlit-mansion · 9 days

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a lot of time. i am embarrassed about how much mental energy i devoted to spark nevada, marshal on mars, because oof there were things i do not stand by now that the fandom goggles have been removed

but i did bust out a drawing of a cowboy hat almost without reference so. not all a waste

#the people who are haters about otj being sanitized western have maybe never loved a shitty western thing. at least not like i have #it could be. much worse.

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banannabethchase · 10 months

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pspsps

yuta and austin are wrestling on the cruise and yuta goes to throw austin in the pool, but austin balks and whispers to him that he shoot can't swim please don't do this to me and yuta feels bad for scaring him and they kiss about it.

Pool Problem

Sarah's a menace everybody! This is the third crack ship from her I've written in like two hours!!!

Yuta gets the idea when Austin starts yelling about how, even if they weren’t in the middle of the ocean, the Gunns would be the best tag team in the world. He glances over to the pool and grins.

“Mox?” he asks.

Mox looks up at him, from where he’s got Colten in a bulldog choke. “Kinda busy here, kid.”

“I had an idea.”

“Yeah, sure,” Mox says, and Colten does some weird move that gets him out of Mox’s grasp. “Leave me alone, Yoots, I got a twunk to kill.”

Yuta decides to take initiative and runs around the ring to grab Austin by the waist and throw him to the floor. He falls with a surprised, “Oof!” It gives Yuta enough time to grab Austin by the scruff of the neck and chuck him near the pool.

“No!” Austin yelps as Yuta throws him over the gate. “Wait, Yuta, please!”

“Oh, come on,” Yuta says. He grabs Austin around the waist. “Can’t handle a little water?”

“I can’t swim,” Austin says in a tiny voice. “Don’t – please don’t throw me in there.”

Yuta pauses for the briefest of seconds as he studies the naked fear in Austin’s eyes. “Can I jump in with you?” he asks.

“Okay.” Austin’s voice is still tiny. “Just – don’t let go of me.”

Yuta is endeared by this infuriating weirdo, and jumps into the pool with Austin. But he tries to make sure Austin’s head stays above water.

“Thank you,” Austin says. Yuta feels his muscles move under his hands where he’s wrapped around Austin’s waist. When he looks up at Yuta…

“Fuck,” Yuta mutters.

Then Austin shoves his head under the water, and he panics. But not in a drowning way. In a gay way.

Yuta may be in trouble.

“Hey.”

Yuta turns as he runs his towel through his hair. He’s surprised to see Austin in the doorway of his tiny cruise ship room, blue eyes wide. He almost looks sweet, with the way his crewneck shirt is just too long on the arms. The booty shorts sort of ruin the illusion, though. That’s a whole lot of thigh. “Uh,” Yuta says, “hi?”

Austin scuffs his foot on the shitty ship carpet, then brings his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. Yuta’s used to bravado, bombastic energy, from both Gunns. This right here might qualify as cute. “I wanted to say thank you,” he mutters to the floor. “For not, um, drowning me earlier.” He looks back up, and Yuta’s struck by those eyes again. “That was cool.”

Yuta nods. “Course, man. Not going to kill somebody on a cruise ship. Jericho would put me in a feud with him for a decade.”

Austin laughs, and he looks so damned pretty Yuta’s about to swoon. “Sure. I – right.”

“And,” Yuta risks. He drops the towel on the floor, and is suddenly incredibly aware he’s only wearing a pair of boxers. “I mean, what a waste of a hot guy.”

Austin’s eyes widen. “You think…?”

“Don’t be obtuse,” Yuta laughs. “You know you’re hot. But, uh.” Yuta shrugs. “Also, I didn’t want you to drown or anything.”

Austin takes a few steps in, and it’s enough to clear the room. He’s shorter than Yuta, but broader. Giant arms.

Yuta’s so gay.

“You didn’t want me to drown?”

Yuta smiles at him. “I don’t think that’s the question you’re trying to ask, Austin.”

“Oh, my god, shut up,” Austin says. It’s almost a whine. It’s cute. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

“Maybe if you learn to swim.”

“If you’re just gonna make fun of –”

Yuta leans in and kisses Austin. When Austin sighs and leans against him, Yuta reaches out and yanks him closer. The crewneck is even softer than it looks.

Yuta’s screwed.

When Austin pulls away, Yuta’s pretty sure he sees literal stars in his eyes.

“Okay.” Austin nods, like he’s gotten the answer to the question. “Okay, if you do that again, maybe you can teach me to swim.”

Yuta grins. “Tomorrow?”

Austin shrugs. “Can I grab a margarita and call it a date?”

“Sure,” Yuta says, running his fingertips along the seams of Austin’s shirt, “you can call it anything you want, as long as you get there.”

“Mox gonna be mad?”

Yuta scoffs. “He’ll deal.” He leans in, lips by Austin’s ear. “He can’t swim either.”

He can practically see Austin winding up for nonsense. “Mox – ”

Yuta covers Austin’s mouth with his hand. “Don’t. Don’t ruin it.”

Austin bites at Yuta’s palm. “I won’t.” Yuta drops his hand to see a near blinding smile. “I won’t.”

Yuta pulls him in to kiss him again.

Yeah. Yuta’s so screwed.

#YutAustin #What a ship #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #As always blame Sarah for this one #But I'm done for the evening #I gotta go to bed

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elegantmusicdragon · 2 years

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Goat Blocked

Part 5 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating: M for now due to *language* and implied spiciness; may become E in the future. Either way, no youngins here please!

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He couldn’t believe he’d been cock blocked by a goat.

Margie was supposed to be his guide, his rock, his energy-entwined snuggle buddy.

And. She. COCK BLOCKED. HIM.

What the actual fuck, Margie?!?

Dieter sighs and then he knocks back his second whiskey neat. Margie scampers up to him and headbutts him, demanding all the love he has to give. He had wanted to give some of that love to you, but stinkin’ cute goats who are attention whores tend to get in the way apparently.

Dieter wants to get up, find his phone and call you. Bring you back. You’d left in such a hurry, he doubts you even heard him calling out for you to stay as you bent down to say goodbye to Margie. Ugh, he wants more whiskey. Is he having too much whiskey? No, no such thing. Especially in times of sorrow.

Did Dieter even have your number? He remembers meeting you on the set of Cliff Beasts 6: The Eternal Nightmare of Actors Needing Money (the moniker Dieter made up in his mind STILL made him chuckle...god that movie was a piece of shit, but at least it paid well). But the phone number? Did he ask Bob for it? You definitely didn’t give it to him despite you coming over for the past couple months. That’s what communicating only with an assistant (with the name Alec, yuck) for an a-list actors free time gets you. A lonely heart and NO FUCKING PHONE NUMBER OF A HOT CHICK WHO LOVES ANIMALS. Dieter was just lucky that he had been smitten with both you and Margie from the moment you walked onto that set and into his heart. Easy on the eyes, easy on the heart.

Speaking of his phone - where the hell is it??

Fucking iPhones, always disappearing. Like menaces in the night.

Dieter stands and winces at the ache in his legs from where Margie lovingly smashed into them over and over. He flips over the throw pillows on the couch and, finding his phone nowhere in sight, scours the rest of the room in a semi-drunk frenzy. Oof, he had too much whiskey. When did he become such a lightweight? He used to do cocaine for fucks sake.

Flinging himself back down onto the couch in defeat, he finds Margie sitting on her princess pillow staring at him in intense concentration.

“Yes, my angel?”

Margie huffs out a sigh. Dieter stares at her, eyes widening in abject horror.

“Margie-kins, you didn’t eat my phone did you?”

“Baa!”

He sighs in relief.

“Oh thank god. Your mother would have killed me.”

SHIT. YOU. How the fuck was he supposed to get in touch with you?

Oh, yucky Alec! His assistant. The one who, you know, CONTACTED YOU WEEKLY TO SCHEDULE MARGIE VISITS. Wow, he needs to lay off the whiskey.

And so, Dieter journeys forth to find his assistant who he apparently finds disgusting (he REALLY has to get back into therapy). He glances at the third filled glass of whiskey (when had he poured that???) decides against grabbing it and leaves.

He comes back in immediately after for that third glass, he’s not wasting it. It’s a good fucking whiskey. He’ll deal with his possible alcohol addiction in the morning.

His Panda is more important.

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Part 6: Rocky Road for Two

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I’ve posted. Between having covid and my grandma dying, my depression and anxiety have NOT been great. Life has been really hard but it’s been such a joy to write this series. I know I promised this would be out on Sunday but I just didn’t have the energy to finish writing it and sending it out into the universe. I have so much stuff going on in my personal life and it’s just a lot. But it’s FINALLY here! Two days late but better late than never. Thank you all so much for your patience. I’m so appreciative of the love this series has gotten and your patience as it’s taken me 8 million years to finish this chapter. Hopefully, the subsequent ones don’t take too long.

PS: I realized during my bout with covid that Part 4 has a section in it where I mention blushing - I will be fixing that! I’m a new writer and unfortunately, I will be making rookie mistakes like that at the beginning of this new journey. But I’m trying to be aware (especially since this fic is a Reader insert) as I write to be inclusive. I want everyone to be able to enjoy, not just a few.

Tags!!

@blueeyesatnight

@amneris21

@oonajaeadira

@apsiringghostmusicians

@a-trial-run-on-paper

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x animal handler #fanfiction #fanfic #elegantmusicdragon #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction

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Ask : Hello i hope u r doing well i hope u take this request when u finish ur exam im wishing u good luck 💜my request is how would Mycroft holmes (moriarty the ptriot )react when the reader on her period !! Thank uu

Hi dear!how are you?

tysm! actually i finished my SAT few weeks ago but i had no energy to write tbh.

Oh oof!the living hell for us!i hope this help during this difficult time!

Love,Luna

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•Mycroft is a gentleman,we all know this

•and he's an extremely gentle partner as well

•he's always watching over you;making sure that you dont feel even the slightest discomfort in your life with him

•so when he notices your slightly pale face

•and how your arms keep wrapping around your abdomen

•he immediately knows whats wrong

•Mycroft wont even waste one second; immediately making you sit/lay down

•he will make sure you're comfortable,before heading to the kitchen to brew you fresh,warm tea

•he knows how your blood sugar lowers in these times;so he brings you the most perfect chocolate and fresh cookies

•Mycroft will give you heating pads;making sure to keep your stomach as warm as possible

•if you're craving anything,rest assure that Mycroft will immediately get it for you

•if your cramps get even worse and the pain increases

•Mycroft will bring you your personal doctor

•he wont show it; because he's a stoic man

•but deep inside he's still worried no matter how normal this all may be

•and when he finally lays down next to you on bed;his arms will immediately wrap around your waist to pull you close while you rest your head on his chest

•one of his hands will rub at your back,while the other one combs in your hair

•Mycroft's lips will trace gentle kisses along your temple and cheek

•and when your breath finally evens out and your face gets more relaxed

•Mycroft breaths a sigh of relief

•he hates to see you in any form of discomfort

•and he can only make sure to be there for you during these times

#moriarty the patriot fanfic #moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot #mycroft holmes x reader

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Oof, it's been a hot minute since I've sent you an ask... Sorry 'bout that and also for not sending you any New Year's wishes, irl stuff kept me pretty busy lately. I hope you had fun celebrating! <3

...Admittedly, part of the reason for my absence was that I've also been feeling unpleasantly drained by the Nightmare Pass missions, on top of everything else. I feel a little bad about pretty much coming here and complaining, but I'd like to hear your opinion since you have the Pass activated and I'm f2p, so I wonder how our experiences differ.

I feel like the rewards are.. lackluster, in all honesty. The yellow keys are nice, the frame is pretty... And that's about it. Aside from a small bonus of getting some gems after completing the daily missions, there's really not much to look forward to. It feels like there's far too much effort required and not enough rewards.

Not to mention the missions themselves. God, the missions. I hate the way they work with a passion. The fact that you need to log in daily is fine, the fact that you need to grind a bit is also fine... But then there's shit like "claim a likeability reward" which I'd love to do, except I only have one left over from Andrealphus and still half a Pass to get through. I remember you writing that it feels like being punished for unlocking content, and I completely agree. That's exactly how it feels. I am not going to waste all of my red keys in an attempt to get a new L-grade card since I have all S-grade devils maxed out already.

And speaking of wasting red keys! The "special draw" missions also leave a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. I remember making those single-pulls while sighing deeply because, well, it just doesn't feel like all of the resources I'm consuming are going to be compensated. I spend Solomon's tears, both types of keys, a lot of energy (in-game and irl) and most of the time I get... A few boxes of randomised jellies? That I can get extremely easily through other means? At least make them select-type like the ones in event shops, damn it!

Basically, I'm salty and kind of sad. I love the game dearly, but I think I'm going to give up on the Nightmare Pass. Once I hit a likeability reward mission that I cannot complete, I'm out. The frame is pretty, but getting one from an event shop is going to be way easier and less stress-inducing. I don't want to burn myself out (any more than I already did) by trying to complete it.

So sorry for such a long rant, I ended up getting a bit carried away... I'm really interested in how the effort/reward ratio feels like with a purchased Pass. I'm not really active in the fandom (I pretty much only follow you and the official acc, lol) so I haven't seen people speak about it yet. Hopefully, at least some people have a better time with that hell of an event.

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So, I used my premium pass from the pre-order rewards on the Nightmare Pass so I could study the way it works from a p2p perspective. I must say, the reward you get in p2p are much better. I received many yellow and red keys, Solomon's Tears, Puddings, Books, Coins, etc. I had unlimited auto-fights in the nightmare dungeon so I can grind coins for the shop easily. Over all, the amount of rewards you get may justify the $60 price tag IF you can afford it and you want the card at the end. Also, this assumes they do this within limited quantities. Like, I would say once every few months at most. Maybe very 2-3 months at most. Still sucks you can only get the card if you're willing to pay out the nose for the rewards. I did look at the f2p rewards and... yeah, not worth it. That is a lot of grinding for very little payoff. I was getting 2-4 reward every day because I was getting the rewards for every tier so it felt more worthwhile.

Also, yeah. I have been playing the game less since the Nightmare Pass started because I was afraid of locking myself out of future requirements for the missions. I had trouble with likability (something I usually max out within 2-3 days of getting a new unit), I was afraid to level up characters and their skills, I wasn't promoting anyone, I wasn't doing anything because I was so afraid I would screw myself by playing the game.

That's why I think Nightmare Pass kind of sucks the most. I felt like I was being punished for having played the game up until this point. Some missions were, as you said, fine. Any missions involving pleasing someone in the Secret Club were fine (not the unholy board because some of those I had maxed out already and it was pain to advance them more). Any missions where I had to fight were good. That I can always do. But missions that have finite end points are terrible (there is a max number of levels characters can have, a max amount of promotions I can do, only so far I can go on an unholy board, likability stops at 100%, characters can only evolve 5 times before they are maxed). Those missions suck because I can screw myself by actually having invested the time into the game before the Nightmare Pass is even out. It actually sucked to basically stop playing this game because I was afraid to play and screw myself out of getting Gabriel.

And the missions are kind of sucky too. Because each stage only unlocks after the previous one is completed, it's hard to know what is coming up and easy to screw yourself. Not everyone has 20ST available multiple times. Not everyone hoards their keys to do the multiple draws over and over again. And having 25 stages that can only be unlocked once daily rather than continuously (since the one mission on each day is to login) it means that if you miss a few days, you are screwed. You can pay to unlock the path with Nightmare Coins, but that assumes you have enough (and each reward gets more expensive as you go).

Overall, Nightmare Pass feels like the kind of event that is aimed toward people who dedicate time to the game to complete the rewards, but those same people can easily get screwed if they put in all that effort too early. The nightmare Pass isn't terrible, but it definitely needs some tweaking. It's the kind of event I would only continue in the future if I really want the card/haven't invested so much I screw myself. Honestly, it feels like the kind of event you finish and only debate purchasing the other rewards after you see how far you've managed to get to see if you can justify the expense.

Also, never feel like you can't rant to me. I rant all the time. Goodness knows I rant all the time... I don't do it because I hate the game. It's me trying to point out issues for others and because I want to see things changed for the better.

#❖ 💛 anon #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb

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