#this panel makes me soft tho

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Milkman (Francis mosses) x fem! Reader

Thick as blood

Sweet as milk

Ah yes, you. The new doorman. The DDD hired you for your attention to detail and ability to examine more than just physical detail but the way people talked, their actions even the movement in their eyes.

Dopples are horrible at those details, some are just straight stupid and don’t try

But today was your first day in the building fresh from training, the building didn’t have a doorman before so you were ready for confrontation and confusion

Your uniforms was meant to look friendly, with a DDD button the the left breast. the DDD issued you with a pistol in case a Dopple did get in.

The block has been notified and given everything they needed to get in. Now it was your job to make sure they were safe

The day went slow no one coming in till lunch, you were not given one but you were allowed to eat whenever suited you

Soon tho a very happy woman came by…she had heterochromia at first you assumed dopple before looking at her papers

Right Nacha Mikaelys . Everything checked out as you studied her taking notes in your head, she smiled seemingly unaware of what was happening “how’s your day so far?” She asked looking through her purse, possibly for her keys “going well, I’m y/n your new doorman” you replied passing back her papers “have a good day ma’am” she nodded taking them back “pleased to meet you y/n see you tomorrow “ Nacha waved and walked out of sight

You got up from your chair to walk around your small office, you fix up your uniform as you hear someone come up to your glass panel. It was a milkman..? you raised your eyebrows at him. He didn’t look quite surprised to see you. He slid his papers into the slot and waited. You grabbed the papers and looked up and down at them. You then looked up at him and studied his features while trying to talk to him. “Hi I’m y/n the new doorman pleased to meet you, Mr. Moses.”

“Mm…pleased to meet you y/n”

Oh god. You blushed! What a schoolgirl

You slid the papers to him quickly looking down “all is in order, good day sir” you almost stuttered before looking back up at his dark tired eyes “good.” He walked off not noticing your sudden change in tone.

Oh god he sounded like a night time soap, deep and soft. you could listen to him read a chapter book and hang on every word, a phone book would sound sexy! And his eyes! Ugh you would kiss them if possible! You let your blush stay as you fell head over heels for a man that spoke 6 words to you (I counted) another person stood before you, before you could even greet them you stopped in your tracks

It wasn’t human. Its face was a drawing taped to it. No mouth but it spoke “allow me in please”

You softly pressed the urgency button as you slid out your gun. You could hear the dopple screech and writhe behind the glass and metal shutter while you called your superiors “I have one” you spoke sternly not wanting to show any fear “on the way” the triple D officer spoke. You stood back pistol in hand breathing slowly to calm down soon though the screeching stopped and the metal shutter lifted revealing a man in a yellow suit “dopple eliminated. Good work” he walked away with 2 others carrying a body bag.

You shivered placing the weapon back in its place you were glad most of those things were dumb but it made it no less horrifying

Your mind raced as you thought about the two things that just happened to you almost simultaneously first having a girl crush on a milkman and now almost getting killed by a stupid Dopple

Your immediate thought, as you sat down and tried to organize to calm your mind was, how does a milkman live in a building with such high earners ? How much does a milkman make ?you pondered looking over the files of residents

After introducing yourself to a couple of other residents, the day ends, and it’s time for your shift to end as well.

One Dopple the rest human honestly the best you could hope for on a first day, the other thing you could look forward to is that because you do work in this building, you can live in the building for way less rent than everybody else, you picked up your items from the desk and made sure everything was clean before you left and lock the door behind you no one was allowed to leave or enter the building after 10 PM unless of course it was an emergency, but they would be escorted by DDD officer at the front of the building 

You took the elevator to your apartment “F05” the old landlord room, it used to be boarded up but the DDD had it refurbished for you, still looked a little dingy but ultra cheap rent for a 2 room apartment was worth it

You opened the door but jumped a little hearing another door “oh” you heard the deep voice looking to your left, Francis in a white wife beater and a cardigan. He has a cigarette in his fingers unlit “oh sorry you startled me goodnight Mr.mosses” you tried to excuse yourself quickly but to your surprise he spoke up “I didn’t know you lived here, actually I didn’t know there was a 5th apartment” he finally lit his cigarette taking a long drag (it’s the 50s) you nodded hoping to clear his confusion “ it was boarded up in the early 40s, it’s called a lord suite. a place for the landlord to stay in case of quick repairs or whatever else may happen” he listened rather intently taking the cig out of his mouth, god did you want him to ask you to take a puff just to indicate something “oh…I remember those really fell out of fashion huh?” He asked passing the half done cancer stick. You screamed in your head agreeing with him and taking in the smoke “well enjoy, I need to sleep” he walked back to his apartment almost slamming the door, was he mad? He didn’t indicate anger or distrust, you finished the cigarette and smudged it out on your stove placing the butt on the counter almost contemplating about saving it… you were weirding yourself out a bit but came back to.

You did as all necessary and got ready for bed

You dreamt of Francis sitting on the roof with you holding you close both of you in your uniforms as you kissed him deep and hungry begging for more in your movements you felt him move down to bite softly at your ne- TRRRIING TRRING

your alarm clock yelled at you a few more times before you could slam your hand down on it groaning and streaching “god I am down bad”

End pt 1

I know but the game is set in like 1955 America but it gives me such Soviet vibes 

#milkman #milkman x reader #tnmn #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #Spotify #SoundCloud

[nahoney22]

Hello, Sunshine! Congrats on the 4000!! I'm honoured to count myself between those 🙌🏼

I would like to make a request, so I can join in the festivities. I've been thinking hard to give you something nice, and suddenly an idea struck me, so I humbly offer it to you:

Female reader/Tech (no surprise here, right?), pre-relationship, for some accidental reason (up to you) Tech touches her hair/skin gloveless, and he becomes fascinated by how soft it is (he is a soldier, but I'm sure he appreciates fine things), and I'm picturing him here with a slightly addictive personality, so he starts touching and petting her, kind of absent-mindedly while he is working, or she goes next to him (or at that same moment, tho, whatever fits you better). Reader starts getting flustered because those fingers, am I right. I can see a NSFW ending, but if it doesn't come to you, it's fine.

I would just love to see this idea played out in your style!

Thank you so much! And more than anything, have fun!

Just A Little More***

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3k

Tech had never struck you as the touchy-feely type so why is it when he asks you to do repairs for him that he just can’t keep his hands to himself and how can you get his hands to move elsewhere?

warnings: NSFW 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language, non established relationship, accidental caressing, slightly touchy-feely Tech but SFW, first kiss, skin kisses, Intercrural sex (thigh sex/thigh job), handjob, minor nipple play, friends to lovers. Not proofread.

authors note: Thank you for the request my beautiful @doublesunsets and apologies for the huge wait! Hope this is okay🤍

You're feeling perplexed.

Though, It's not necessarily an unusual sensation since joining The Bad Batch and adapting to their peculiar ways of living and combat. However, your current confusion reached a peak a few days back.

Tech had summoned you beneath the ship for repair assistance and out of nowhere, he began tracing his fingers along your forearm. You looked at him, then your arm, and then back at him as he remained absorbed in his task, and for some reason, you refrained from questioning his actions. You gathered that perhaps he was so engrossed in his task that he didn't realise he was touching you, and so you dismissed it as an accident.

Yet, it persisted. He continued seeking your help, tasks usually assigned to Echo, and despite assigning you a task, his hand consistently found its way to your arm, fingers casually brushing against your skin. It was peculiar but not entirely unwelcome.

This routine persisted for a week until the last occurrence compelled you to finally seek an explanation.

One evening in the confined space of your bunk, your face bathed in the dim glow of your datapad's screen when a message notification from Tech pops down. The request for assistance in the cockpit sparks a strange sensation in your chest – a mix of nerves and intrigue, perhaps. Without letting him wait for a response, you place the datapad down and traverse through the ship.

Upon entering the cockpit, the soft hum of the machinery surrounds you. But there in the pilot's seat is Tech, immersed in his own datapad, donned in his underarmour wear. The steady rhythm of his fingers tapping on the screen adds to the ship's ambient sounds and your footsteps echo softly as you approach.

Hearing your approach, Tech glances up, pushing his goggles up his nose with a subtle yet distinct motion. "Ah, there you are.”

"Here I am," you respond with your hands on your hips, a hint of awkwardness in your voice as a sudden wave of shyness washes over you. But non-surprisingly, Tech doesn't seem to notice.

He goes ahead and explains the task at hand—helping with wiring under the control panel. Following the usual protocol, you swiftly retrieve the necessary tools and gloves. As you slide on your gloves, you notice Tech doing the opposite, peeling his off, a recurring behaviour over the last few days.

With your curiosity getting the better of you after the last few days, you inquire, "What are you doing?" His confusion is evident as he looks at you, brows furrowed. When you gesture to his now bare hands, your gloved ones drawing attention, he seems momentarily flustered.

"Oh... I am not too sure," he mumbles, hastily putting the gear back on before moving toward the control panel, ready to slide underneath.

His genuine confusion hints that it might be learned behavior—perhaps he grew accustomed to the contact, and the lack of questions made it a norm. So, setting aside these thoughts, you join him under the control panel, observing his nimble fingers at work with the wires. Although his explanations might be slipping past your ears, you find enjoyment in watching him in his element. As you assist with holding the wires and passing over tools, a subtle but palpable shift in the air suggests that something feels different.

A subtle warmth builds beneath your clothes, and you attribute it to the close proximity to Tech, though the unfamiliar mix of nerves and intrigue from before confuses you even more.

The absence of his gentle touches leaves you feeling somewhat adrift, and a part of you yearns for that contact once again. It's a peculiar sensation, considering he seemed unaware of it all.

Caught in your internal questioning, Tech, too, is in a trance of his own. His nimble fingers have paused in their task, and instead, he's captivated by the scent and touch of your hair brushing against his cheek. With your head tilted to the side, loose strands cascade down, lightly grazing over his cheek.

He knows the smell.

It’s the hair care product you had begged him to add to the list of resources once in a supply run because as you once said ‘if I’m gonna kick arse, I want my hair soft, shiny and smelling good in the process’. And for some reason, he said yes. Maybe he was soft on you or maybe it was because you constantly asked and he was getting a headache.

He wasn’t sure but what he did know was that it was soft.

And shiny.

And smelt beautiful.

The moment holds a certain intimacy, yet neither of you seemed to notice eachothers reactions; both of you lost in your own thoughts.

Tech swiftly resumes his task, jolting into action after a subtle shift from you beside him, and a focused silence envelops the cockpit. You exhale softly, attempting to steady your breathing and cool the warmth beneath your clothes. Blinking, you glance away from his hands, awkwardly holding the small screwdriver he had asked you to handle a few moments ago.

As he finishes, both of you slide out from under the control panel. Surprisingly, you find Tech standing there with his now ungloved hand outstretched towards you.

Pausing for a moment, you look at his hand and then to him, a curious desire to test his reaction arising. Deciding to slip your gloves off first, the motion seems to momentarily freeze him. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, and you seize the opportunity to slip your bare hand into his outstretched one.

His hand is warm, perhaps a bit sweaty, but the touch feels natural, fitting. With a gentle tug, he helps you onto your feet, but instead of releasing your hand, he continues to hold it. His gaze fixates on your intertwined hands, and his thumb lightly brushes over your skin, sending a subtle thrill through you.

As your heart quickens and the warmth intensifies, your eyes remain fixed on his face, searching for clues.

Unable to wonder any longer, you break the silence with a whispered yet firm question, "What's going on, Tech?" His trance is broken, and he shifts his gaze from your hand to your eyes. With a clearing of his throat, he attempts to conjure an excuse to leave the cockpit, but as he moves past you, you grab his arm, pulling him to a halt.

"I don't think so. Tell me what this is about.” The air is charged with anticipation as you await his response.

"Well, alright," he starts, turning back to face you but struggling to meet your gaze. "Would you believe me if I said I did not know?"

You blink at him but offer a small smile, "Tech, I'd believe you if you said this whole planet was made out of cheese."

Seeing him relax, you notice a slight smile as he moves to lean against the control panel, folding his arms over his chest. "I suppose my only reasoning behind it is that I am not used to such contact. Nor am I used to touching something… soft."

You raise a brow, slightly amused, but a small flutter stirs in your chest at his words. "You think my hands are soft?"

"Yes," he admits, a subtle raspiness in his tone, "immensely."

The heat of the blush intensifies as Tech's sweet compliments linger in the air, leaving you somewhat flustered. Your attraction to him, always present, takes on a new depth as you watch him work up close and feel his touch.

His words almost make you crumble, and you find yourself at a loss for a proper response, opting instead for a playful comment about the soap bar you use.

"Ah yes, I have seen it in the refresher," he notes, his hands now behind him, gripping the edge of the control panel. His fingers strum somewhat nervously, creating a subtle melody in the air.

Nervously chewing on your lip, the action doesn't escape Tech's notice as his skin grows warm as you both stand in an awkward silence, unsure of the next move. It's you who takes the initiative, closing the distance with a step closer.

"You know, you can carry on touching me if it makes you feel better," you suggest, and Tech's eyes slightly widen.

"It is not an action that makes me feel 'better,' so to speak," he explains, visibly relaxing, "but it is just a sensation that I have been enjoying. If it made you feel uncomfortable in any way, you should tell me."

A soft giggle escapes you, and this time, you come to a stop directly in front of him. Gently reaching for his hand, you bring it into your own. "If I had a problem with it, I would've said. I also wouldn't be doing this."

The touch carries a subtle yet intentional message, one that surprisingly resonates with Tech. Not known for his overt emotional responses, he acknowledges the unspoken connection between you two. "I suppose not," he nods, standing tall. His fingers trace over yours, a silent exploration mapping every scar and freckle.

“They are so soft.” He mumbles more to himself than he does to you, seemingly in a complete trance.

You watch him, like you had done for the last few days and you can’t help but feel like you’ve read the situation between you both correctly. So, summoning your courage just above a whisper you say, “I’m pretty soft in other places too.”

He halts for a moment, meeting your gaze with wonder. “I can not lie and say that that did not sound arousing… and inviting.”

You raise a brow, a cocky yet enticing smirk on your lips. “Maybe it was an invitation?”

Tech has no words, he doesn’t know what else to say but instead watches as you take a step back from him and start to pull your shirt away from your body.

You stand in front of him, shirtless.

He didn't need Hunter's senses for this; he could smell you, almost taste you. Your skin had a glow amidst the dim lights of the ship, and his nostrils filled with the faint mist of your soap.

The subtle aroma encapsulated the moment, heightening the sensory experience as his eyes continued to explore the intricate details of your body. The air in the cockpit seemed charged with a connection that was too intense to deny.

“You are beautiful.”

Your eyes shine at his words and you naturally move back towards him, his hands instinctively moving to your waist where you inhale a sharp gasp, your skin tingling at his touch alone. “Do you want me, Tech?”

His fingers trail along your skin and you see him dab his lips idly with his tongue. “More than I have ever wanted anything before.”

Grinning, you nod for him as a go ahead as you lean yourself against the console as his hold on you tightens, dexterous fingers dancing against your skin until they land at the buckle of your pants, a teasing tug suggesting he wanted to see all of you.

“Go ahead,” you rasp, mouth salivating as Tech hums in approval and helps you slide your pants down to your ankles.

Cool air hits your skin followed by the warmth of his hand moving down to the curve of your arse, muttering something quietly to himself which has you giggling under his touch.

“Something amusing?” He quips, hands moving from your arse to your breasts, fondling them gently.

“This is the quietest I’ve seen you is all.”

Chuckling he says, “When I am in deep thought, experiencing my desires, I tend to fall quiet.”

“Desire, hm?” You purr. Tech slowly begins circling you, letting his trained hands, so often equipped with his datapad, tools, blasters now caress every single inch of your nude skin. With a grasp at your hips, your back is dragged to his chest, his hands on the soft skin of your stomach.

“Desire…fascination…lust…” he grins as you gasp, his hands cupping both of your breasts, your head lolling back into his shoulder.

“Tech,” you whine, legs trembling as his fingers brush over your stiffening nipples, pinching them between his fingers.

“Yes, dear? Do you like this sensation?” He breathes down your ear, lips brushing against your lobe before they move to your shoulder, a sweet kiss planted.

“Mm, yeah- s’good.” You wriggle against him, your arse pressed to his solid cock.

He sighs against you in pleasure, playing with your tits as you move your hands behind you, cupping him between his legs, heart racing as you gather how big and ready he was for you.

“I can help with that.” He grunts as he moves one hand away from you, tugging himself out of his pants so you can get a firm hold and as your hand grips his heated length he lets out a beautiful whine of his own.

“Fuck,” Tech ruts agaisnt your soft hand, everything he had been wanting to feel around his cock becoming reality. He finally spins you to face him, nearly knocking you off your feet as his lips crash to yours, desperate and full of passion.

“You’re wonderful.” His groan is guttural, lips moving from yours down your neck, over your collar bones until they latch to one of your nipples, sucking and ever so gently biting at the peaks before he laves his tongue flat against your flesh.

You curse, his pace slow and tantalising as his hand strokes your other breast, feeling its weight in his hand and thumbing your plump nipple.

Clit throbbing with an unmet need for attention, you cry out his name and he removes his mouth with a small pop, he places a tender kiss to your lips.

“Can I try something?” You are flushed against him, cock pressing to your stomach and you nod eagerly.

“Of course.”

He grinds his hips against you softly for a moment, there was no set rhythm and was based entirely on instinct and desperation alone. His hands bite your hips as he kisses your neck and shoulder, earning quiet, content hums in response.

His hands dug between his and your stomach. “Just let me—“ he takes a hold of his cock, wet and leaking, before pressing it between your thighs.

“Ah, fuck, so soft.” He choked, pushing his goggles up his nose which had fallen slightly down.

His hips start to thrust, dragging his dick against your thighs and more noticeably against your folds. “Tech…” you whimper in satisfaction, heart pounding against your chest.

“Just a little more, darling.” The whines, pants and groans that leave his throat are pure filth to the ears, his movement so erratic that you had to hold onto his shoulders to keep you standing as your thighs swallow his throbbing tip entirely. His grip on your waist tightens at every increasing pace.. “J-Just… a little more.”

He fucks your thighs beautifully, tip prodding agaisnt your clit with every movement. You’re pent up. He is definitely pent up as you both dive into another kiss and you quietly beg him for more.

“You can fuck me, Tech… you can have all of me.” You bite against his lower lip, earning a low growl and a harsh thrust in return.

“I’ll fuck you properly, I promise.” His words held, like he said, a promise but you knew he just had to fuck your thighs just a little bit more, you knew he had to feel the softness of your skin he had been admiring for however many days now. “I’ll fuck you so good I just… I just need to cum all over your thighs. Just this once.”

Your sex burns in desire and although you knew you won’t get what you crave, you had to give in to Tech. You had to let him slap his cock on your soft skin, sliding in and out of your squeezed together legs until he was panting and swearing.

Lewd sounds fell from your lips, a sharp gasp as Tech repositioned your legs just a tad so his cock nuzzled against the right spot.

Your eyes fell closed, threatening to roll back into your skull. One hand frees your waist but makes it way into your hair, fingers entwined with the soft tassels and fingernails massaging your scalp. “Such a pretty girl.”

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your orgasm building with every pressure added to your pussy and judging by Tech’s staggered movements, the shift of his weight on his feet you knew he was close too. “Ah- fuck, I’m going to-.”

His words fall flat as you feel a sudden warmth grow between your legs. A lewd squelching noise followed by his soft whines. “That’s it darling,” his words are slurred as he paints your legs with his seed but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he holds you close and cradles you in his arms as he feels your body twitch and whispers for you to let it go.

Your hands fly to between your legs, your fingers coating in his cum as you begin to strum your clit with vigour until you were shouting his name aloud, letting it bounce off the walls of the ship as you tremble on his softening cock.

You stumble back, but Tech catches you swiftly, cooing soft words of assurance as stars briefly blur your vision. "I have you, do not fret. You will not fall."

You laugh lazily, a drunk-like smile gracing your lips. "I trust you, don't worry."

His warm smile reassures you, and he announces his intention to return with a flannel to help clean you up—a pleasant surprise. Once cleaned up, he pulls you into his lap as he sits down.

His lips trail down your spine, fingers delicately dragging across the canvas of your back. It's a blank slate, a myriad of possibilities for designs he could plan, but for now, he simply savors the feeling of your beautiful, warm skin. The quiet intimacy envelops the two of you and you look over your shoulder at him to gauge his reaction to what just happened.

"So, that was something," you laugh softly, cuddling into the warmth of his chest. "I never thought I'd see that side of you."

"And I never would have thought you would ever experience that side of me. It's different from how I usually conduct myself, but around you, I felt as though I could be open. Honest."

It's a rare glimpse of Tech being open with his feelings, and you're grateful that even after a moment of intimacy, he doesn't shut you out. There's something unspoken between you both, a desire to explore this newfound feeling for another.

For now, you say nothing, letting him hold you, allowing his mind to drift away from battle plans, ship repairs, and survival. It’s the least you could do.

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[riririnnnn]

This gentle-person right here made me revisit the Volume Covers.

What I didn't notice was Sae's crumbling chains:

And am I being an overthinking again or there is some hidden meaning behind the crumbling chain and the golden chain part?

And his broken chain further made me do a quick search:

"Chain of ignorance," fits well you know.

And this one articulates what I want(ed) to say even better:

What is said above is exactly what happened if we take in the case of Hiori—he suddenly feels so changed you know. He was always shown as like a soft boy, but if we take a look at him after Ubers match, then we can clearly see how much free he seems.

So, it makes perfect sense to say that those chains and cuffs represent a thing which is holding back a player from achieving his true state—the concept of 'originality'.

And I want to add him again too:

You see the number of chains?

Yes, four.

And you know what the number four represents in Japan?

Don't take it in its literal meaning tho—I don't think Ego is chronically ill.

It could symbolise the death of his ego as a soccer player which stopped him from pursuing that career further.

Or it could be entirely something else.

One thing that even I overlooked was how Anri even got a hold of Ego in the first place.

If we were to glance at the very first chapter of the Manga, then we have this panel:

"This is the indispensable coach...."

Coach...

???????????

Sometimes, during translation, meanings/words might change and I can't read Japanese, but if we were to accept that she did say coach, then the question still remains: How she got a hold of him?

Okay, suppose she used to be his fan or she randomly bumped into him or a series of event just made her meet him, but then another question arises: Why she wants Japan to win the World Cup so badly?

You know, we don't give her the credit, but she is the most mysterious character to be honest—we literally know nothing about her. I understand that there is nothing wrong in wanting your country to win in something, but the amount of efforts she is putting into achieving the dream of hers is commendable.

I just adore that Goddess. She is the backbone of Blue Lock. I love her so much.

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I find it funny that Ego x Anri shippers, sometimes, say that he loves her romantically because he uses -chan honorfic, like come on, there's a limit of being a delulu too—Ego calls me Darling, but do I go around saying that I'm his wife? No, right? It's because I'm Noa's wife.

(it's sarcasm/joke if you are a bit slow. Don't attack me please.)

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock theory #bllk theory #itoshi sae #ego jinpachi #anri teieri #雪 ranting

[bakiuwu]

This chapter is fucjing me up bad, he started off the convo, bringing up how his abilities caught up to his body. It's like he was trying to impress yujiro. Like a kid trying to show off to their parent, then for yujiro to acknowledge him, cause he's able to tell by how he holds himself. Then, to tell him it's not perfect, only to follow it up with "but you're getting there"......I can't do this.

And look how he looks at him......omg, it like he's shocked that yujiro sees his growth......I can't do this

It is so werid seeing yujiro being.....kind? to Jack epically since after what happen between the two of them after baki and Jack's fight, and even after that, he doesn't seem to have anything to say to him or about him. Especially during the pickle arc, where he calls jack a pathetic loser along with evryone else, when everyone broke in to meet pickle( he didnt even bat an eye at him)

Yujiro acts like he only has one child and that child being baki. Even when Tokugawa brings up retsu,katsumi, and Jack's fight with pickle, saying how he doesn't see how baki could win if thoes 3 lost to pickl. Yujiro responded saying "thoes 3 have nothing to do with baki," then saying baki has his blood and that he's a Hanma. Then, when Tokugawa says, (Jack also has your blood. He just brushed it off saying "hes not pure." So, seeing him be so........normal to him while showing dislikement towards him is crazy

Yujiro brings up a quote from Musashi: "In Confrontation, you have to postion yourself above your enemy Musashi". He brings up how Jack getting taller is a shortcut of being over his enemies

look at his expression. He looks hurt. Even tho he hates yujiro, he still cares about his opinion. For him to repeat what yujiro said, then to ask, "Do you dislike it?" He sounds like a kid, a kid who cares deeply about his parent opinion, a kid who doesn't want to disappoint his father.....his facial expression....his body language. It looks like he slowed down a bit while walking like he needed a minute to register what yujiro just said to him.

It's not far off to say Jack cares about yujiro opinions about him to some degree. When Jack lost to pickle for a second time, he could only think of the last words yujiro spoke to him

"Resonate in his heart" i remember reading tha for the first time and wanting to die omg, but seeing him reacted like this isn't surprising, it's very clear how effective yujiros' words are towards him, and how even if trys to not care about yujiro opinion of him, a part of him deeply cares. Every child wants the approval of their parents even if they hate them.

After Jack asks him if he dislikes it, yujiro says, "I can't bring myself to" which made me threw myself against the wall.....LIKE I JUST CANT AND WHATS MAKES THIS WORST...

IS JACK FACE,HE WAS PROBABLY WAITING FOR YUJIRO TO RIP INTO HIM ABOUT HIM GETTING TALLER AND HIS WHOLE FIGHTING STLYE OVER ALL BUT NO

Yujiro beings to.....praise Jack......omfg itagaki I swear to go-, saying that what's he's doing isn't easy, how he dealt with humiliation and pain. HOW HE IS THE ONLY MAN WHO HAVE EVER STEP HIS FOOT INTO THE TURE WORLD OF BITTING, THIS IS SO BITTERSWEET BUT FINALLY HES GETTING HIS FOLLOWERS HATE THAG YUJIRO IS THE ONE GIVING HIM PRIASE.....but for him to say he has a rare purity.....oh I'm sick....like.....WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME

..........this panel killed me......its so......idk even know man, the way yujiro looks at Jack cause he stop walking but the way hes looking at him......his eyes are so soft......, then Jack....my baby Jack, my sweet baby......I can tell that he's trying to keep his composure.......the way he's noting even looking at yujiro, cause he knows of he looks at him.....he'll break out In tears.....oh my God and what says "....thats the first time....you've ever complimented me".........itagaki when I catch you......ow

Idk why, but him saying that really fucks my heart so bad......i dont even know what to say I'm so fucking sad right now. No one ever gives itagaki credit for how good of a writer he is, mans is able to yank your heart strings out if he wants, This is probably my favorite chapter....the mood of it is so....calm and idk, but If this was able to fuck me up bad, just imagine how I'm be when more Jack lore come out

But once again, I'm just rambling my ass off . Also, God, im so dramatic😭

#baki the grappler #baki dou #son of ogre #baki hanma #yujiro hanma #jack hanma #im going crazy #bakiuwu random rambling

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy 

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow????? 

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable… 

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual 

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good?? 

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Here we just both had the zoomies 

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

#the last kingdom #arnas fedaravicius #alexander dreymon #mark rowley #finan #sihtric #uhtred

[deliwrites]

Hickeys // Sapnap

Date: 12th of October 2022 (Originally; 13th of June 2021) Published: 22nd July 2021 Member: Sapnap Type: Fluff, semi NSFW, Female reader TW: Bruising Word count: 4018 Summary: Nick likes to place hickeys, like a lot. Y/n doesn't mind whatsoever, but there is a problem. Her brother is extremely protective of his little sister.

// MASTERLIST //

Y/n POV

"Thanks, Liz," I thanked my friend as I got out of her car. "I'll text you tomorrow or so okay?" I was staying at my brother's at least for tonight. He had invited me over since we don't get to see each other that often, so it was nice. There was one problem tho.

"Of course, also, do you really think you can hide. You're wearing a scarf in the middle of summer," she pointed out.

"I know, I know! But you know I don't wear - a lot of - make-up, I don't have foundation, and your skin tone is very different from mine."

"I know, all I'm trying to say is that you should just tell him, okay? Now have fun! See you later!" With that, she drives off leaving me in front of the apartment building. I sigh, pulling at the scarf around my neck a little bit, feeling so sweaty already. Not sure if it was because of the scarf or my nerves peaking. Swinging my overnight bag over my shoulder I walk to the panel by the door, looking for number 201. I ring the bell patiently waiting for someone to open the door. It could be one of three people.

"Hello?" George's voice came through, uncertain.

"Hey, it's Y/n, could you let me in please, it's hot as hell out here," I tell him and I hear him scream through the apartment 'Y/n's here!' before he presses the buzzer.

"See you in a bit!" He says before I can hear him put the phone back on the horn. I open the door and walk through, straight to the elevator. It was so much cooler inside! I press the button and wait for the elevator to come down. I stand back a little when it arrives, not wanting to be in the way of anyone who could come out.

"Hey babe," is the first thing I hear when the elevator doors open. My eyes widen as I look up at Nick in surprise. He walks over to me, pecking my lips quickly, then taking my bag.

"Wha- why would you come down?" I ask confused but follow him into the elevator.

"Because I wanted to see you before Clay," he says like it's obvious. "When he's there I can't do this," he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer placing his heavenly soft lips on mine. The kiss is soft and gentle, which comes as a surprise to me but I enjoy it nonetheless. After a short while he pulls away, I stare into his gorgeous eyes a blush on my face.

"Yeah well, you're gonna have to deal with it, just like me," I tell him and shove him a bit away. "Because of you I have to wear a fucking scarf in summer," he chuckles at that, shaking his head, a smirk on his lips.

"I might have to take advantage of that scarf and create some more before I can't," he starts coming back over, but I push him back while giggling.

"Don't even think about it! I am fucking sweating!" We finally reach the 20th floor and Nick opens the only door on said floor. Yes, Clay, George and Nick owned a penthouse and it was fucking beautiful. It had 2 floors and the first floor was basically an open floor plan.

"I don't know if you brought any swimwear, but we're out on the balcony by the pool," Nick says as he closes the door behind us. He took off his shirt as we walked through the apartment and I try so hard not to look.

"I did, but you and I both know that I can't take off this scarf," I tell him with a pointed look. He chuckled, dumping my bag on the couch in the living room.

"Oops," he says turning around to stick his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes and watch him run to the balcony, the glass doors wide open, and jumps straight into the pool. Clay getting splashed as he managed to land right next to the man relaxing on a blow-up mattress.

"WHAT!" Clay instantly yells and I can't help but giggle loudly at my brothers startled expression.

"I'm sure you needed some cold water on you," I tell him as I walk outside and sit with George at the table that is covered with a big beach umbrella.

"Ha ha, very funny," Clay fake laughs. "Why don't you come in, see how you like the cold."

"Nah, I think I'm good," I chuckle, I watch as Clay and Nick start play fighting in the water. A bright smile gracing my lips. 'God, if only'.

"Y/n, it's like one of the hottest days yet, why are you wearing a scarf?" George asks after a while, probably having battled himself about asking or not beforehand.

"I- I get cold... easily," I try to lie tho it's obvious. I can tell he doesn't believe me but decides to drop the subject for now. Thank goodness for that. I turn, looking at Nick and sent him a glare, not that he noticed.

If you haven't caught on yet, Nick is my boyfriend. Has been for a bit over a month now. Clay doesn't know this and we both want to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer. We like each other very much, but just in case it doesn't end up working out. I don't want Clay to have to worry about it. Along with the fact that he would probably smack Nick the moment he knew he had laid his hands on me. I like Nick a lot and I don't plan on letting that idiot go any time soon but I also don't want to ruin their friendship. Especially since I know how protective Clay is of me as his younger sister.

Nick had been over at my place yesterday and left a few very noticeable hickeys on me. I had gotten pretty used to them, hell, I loved them if I was being honest. Made me feel loved and to me, it just showed how possessive he was over me. It made me blush just thinking about it.

"You're staring at Nick for an awfully long time there, Y/n," George whispers, startling me out of my daydream.

"I am not, I don't know what you're on about," I tell him but I can tell he doesn't believe me from the smirk playing on his lips.

"Hmm, yeah, okay, sure," he smirks, sending a wink my way. 'Wait! Does he know!?'. "Yes I do know, do you honestly think Nick could keep it to himself for this long?"

"I-" I sigh and shake my head. "I guess not," you knew how excited Nick could get. I just pray to god he hadn't told Clay anything. Then again, if he knew I would have known by now.

"Anyways, you know he'll find out sooner or later," he says, gesturing with his head to Clay. "You might wanna tell him before he finds out."

"I know," I sigh and look away from George.

"Alright, what pizzas do you guys want?" Clay asks and he drops his ass down on the chair next to me. Nick sat in front of me, George next to him. It was now past 7 in the evening, the sun now luckily having moved behind the apartment building so we had at least some shadow and it was slowly cooling down.

"Can I have BBQ Chicken and Bacon?" I ask giving him pouty lips, not that I needed too but he chuckled anyways. He added it to the order also adding his own, Nicks and Georges.

"Alright, they should be here in tops 30 mins," he announces, placing his phone down on the table so we can all see the app as it shows us what Dominos is doing with the order. "Now, sister dearest, mind telling me why you're wearing a scarf?" Woah, straight to the point, huh? He props his elbow on the table, leaning his head on his hand.

"I am just cold," I try to sound as convincing as possible. But he obviously sees straight through me.

"Hmm, yeah I don't believe it," he says shaking his head. 'Okay, now what? I guess I could just show him and not tell him who made them? Ugh, well here goes nothing I guess'.

"Okay, fine, I'm not cold," I sigh and with a bit of hesitation I take the scarf off. From the corner of my eye, I can see Nick trying to hold back a smirk as his hickeys on my skin slowly come into view.

"Y/N! WHAT!" Clay instantly bursts out in overprotectiveness. "Who do I need to beat!"

"Calm down, you don't need to beat anyone," I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"Fine, I'll just have a nice talk with them, so who?"

"It's no one important, just some guy at a friends party," I lie as I look down at my lap. As long as I don't look at him he can't tell I'm lying, right? I look up slightly at Nick who, looks back at me, and is biting his lip. Probably just as scared about telling Clay the truth as I am. I will be begging on my knees just to make sure Clay wouldn't smack Nick just over a few bruises on my neck. "Please just let it go, I am fine okay?" Just then the bell rings, Clay mutters a fine and goes to answer the door.

"I don't get why you guys can't just tell him," George states when he's sure Clay is out of ear shot.

"Did you not see how he just reacted?" I ask him like it's obvious. "I am sorry, but I would rather not have him smack Nick in the face over hickeys."

"Look, George, I wanna tell him," Nick starts, sighing slightly. "And I don't mind if he hits because I know he is protective of, Y/n, but we're both scared it will change the friendship we have."

"Alright fine, but don't you think it's better that he hears it from you instead of finding it out himself?" The question leaves both Nick and me silent. I glance at him with a defeated look, knowing that George is right.

Eating is slightly awkward after that, but we still talk and joke around a bit. Soon enough it's 11 ish and I'm in the guest bedroom by myself. Sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and face in my hands. I am so mad at myself for not being able to tell my own brother what's really going on. He deserves to know, but what if it ruins his friendship with Nick! I don't want that to happen. I don't want that guilt. I hear two knocks on the door, knowing it's Nick, I answer yeah, not moving from my position.

"Hey," Nick says quietly as he enters the room, closing the door behind him. He walks over to the bed and sits down next to me. Gently taking my hands away from my face. "Look, I know we planned on waiting," he says while he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. My head falling onto his shoulder as soon as I'm close enough to do so. "But I think we should tell him."

"I know," I pout slightly but he's quick to bend forward and take it away with a soft lingering peck. A small smile gracing my lips when he pulls away. "I am sorry in advance."

"Eh, it will be fine," he chuckles softly. "Might get punched, but I'm sure I can deal with it."

"Should we tell him tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think we should," he sighs slightly and I can tell he's at least a little bit scared. He turns to look at me again placing his lips on mine again. I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands lay gently, yet tightly on my hips. "No matter the outcome tomorrow, I am not letting you slip away that easily," he says once we pull way, our foreheads pressed together.

"Good, cause the same goes to you," I smirk, nuzzling his nose with mine sweetly. "I like you too much to just let you go."

After one more goodnight kiss, he leaves the room to go to his own. Agreeing to tell him when we see him first thing tomorrow morning. I would have preferred it if he stayed, so we could cuddle, but I knew we couldn't risk Clay walking in and finding out that way. So with a sigh, I settle into bed and try my best to sleep. I mostly end up staring at the ceiling as all types of scenarios of tomorrow run through my mind. Grabbing the pillow from beside me I shove it in my face. 'Just sleep!' I tell my mind.

Morning comes quicker than I thought, the light coming in through the window waking me up gently. Today is the day. With a big yawn, I sit up and stretch. I look around the room for a sec before my eyes settle on my bag. Climbing out of bed I grab a simple pair of shorts (no, not short shorts, how in the hell is that comfortable anyway?) along with a plain white v neck shirt. I swiftly change my underwear and bra, jumping into the clean clothes and then make my way out of the bedroom. Going into the bathroom, I leave the door open as I brush my teeth with the spare toothbrush Clay had bought for me months ago.

"Morning," Nick says as he walks in, he had his own bathroom - lucky him - but it kinda became routine for him to join me whenever I was here. I sent him an awkward smile while brushing my teeth through the mirror. He grins, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. His head gently resting on my shoulder as he still looked tired.  "You nervous?" He asks softly, I nod before tapping his arm. He lets go of me so I can spit and rinse.

"I am, do you know if he's awake yet?" I ask as we leave the bathroom, walking towards the kitchen. "What time is it anyways?"

"Uhm, about to be 10 I think, and I have no clue. It is Friday tho, could be going grocery shopping," he answers opening up a cupboard, taking out two bowls. I go and grab the milk carton from the nearly empty fridge, setting it down next to Nick as he fills both bowls with cereal. I hop on the counter sitting on the corner, right next to him.

"Thank you," I smile when he hands me my bowl along with a spoon. He comes closer standing between my legs as we both eat in silence for a bit. "Do you think he'll react differently because he knows you?"

"I am not sure, I hope it gives me some type of immunity but I wouldn't be surprised if I would still get a scolding from him," he answers. Setting down his bowl and taking mine from me he moves closer. Wrapping his arms around my waist he sighs excessively when his head leans on my shoulder. I smile softly, pecking the top of his head, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

"I'm sure it will be okay in the end," I squeeze him a little, getting a chuckle from him. Moving his head, I feel his lips connect to my neck. My cheeks immediately heating up with a blush. "Nick-!" I whisper yell as he starts leaving gentle kisses all over my neck.

"Shh, just let me have this," he shushes me, going back to littering my neck with kisses, sucking every now and then. I knew exactly why he was doing this. He was nervous, he needed a distraction and right now, sucking hickeys was the best distraction. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to moan, just in case one of the two others living in this apartment would hear it. It just always felt so good when he did this. He was so gentle with it, yet rough when he would bite my skin. After a while I gently pull the hair on the back of his head, getting the hint he pulls away from my neck. I look into his gorgeous eyes for a second, before closing my own and connecting our lips in a sweet kiss. Wrapping my arms tighter around his neck, deepening the kiss. His tongue playing with mine in a teasing manner.

A sudden thud and objects rolling over the floor makes us jump and pull away from each other. There in the doorway stood Clay and George, I could see the latter roll his eyes as he walked in and placed his bags on the island.

"You're kidding," is surprisingly the first thing that comes out of Clay's mouth. When no one answers he shakes his head. "You know what, get out of the kitchen. I- I need to think," Nick is quick to pull me out of the kitchen. I look back in shock. Now, this was definitely not how I was expecting him to respond. We end up on the balcony sitting at the table in the shade.

"Well, there goes the plan of just telling him," Nick says in defeat.

"I guess so," I mumble, playing with his fingers nervously. "I don't know what will happen now."

"Me neither, but I think it's going to be alright," his phone dings. "George is talking with him while they're putting the groceries away," he informs me.

Third POV

"How did I not realize?" Clay mutters as he put all the fridge items away. "Did you know?" He asks George who is packing away in the storage closet. A sigh coming from said closet confirms his suspicion.

"Look, I haven't known for long, basically a week at most," George tells the somewhat angered older brother. "But I know for a fact Nick likes her very much."

"She's my little sister-"

"I know, but you know Nick. He would never hurt her on purpose," leaning his head against the fridge door, Clay bangs his head on it once. George chuckling at the sight. "Y/n is also old enough to make her own decisions, alright?"

"Ugh, I know," with a frustrated sigh he walks over to a pillar leaning against it, looking out to the balcony where the couple sat. Y/n had a bright smile on her face as the two talked. Nicks hand holding hers, his thumb stroking comfortingly on the back of her hand. "Is it bad that I hate that they look cute," George laughs, clapping his hand on Clay's shoulder.

"That's brotherhood for ya I guess," with one more sigh, Clay starts walking towards the balcony. George following behind him. Y/n's eyes widen when she notices the two walking over.

"Look, Clay, we were gonna tell you," she says and clay could hear the fear in her voice.

"It's okay," he tells her, sitting down beside her.

"Really?" Nick asked unsure if this was real.

"Yes, but I swear, if you hurt my sister, you're actually gonna get smacked," Clay chuckles as Nick pulls Y/n into his embrace, her back against his chest. Giving her a gentle peck on the cheek, and Clay can't help but be happy for his little sister and best friend. They looked so happy together. He for sure knew Nick was a whole lot better than any other person Y/n had dated before him. Not that there were a lot, but they were dicks nonetheless. "Just please, don't cover her in hickeys too much, cause I do not wanna see that," A blush instantly forms on Y/n's cheeks as she shrinks into Nicks embrace.

"I am sorry, I'll do my best to hold back," Nick says with a smirk on his lips.

"Thank you, Clay."

11 months later - Y/n POV

"Are you sure, Clay and George will be gone the entire weekend?" I ask Nick as soon as we enter the apartment.

"Yes I'm sure, now I actually get to spent alone time with you babe," he says tickling my sides as he pushes me into the bathroom. "Now go change, I'll be in the pool when you're ready!" With that, he runs off to the pool.

"Idiot," I chuckle closing the door to the bathroom. I swiftly change into my bathing suit pulling on the edges feeling just the tiniest bit self-conscious.

After a little pep talk to myself, I make my way to the balcony. Looking from behind a pillar I notice Nick in the water, floating on his back with his eyes closed. With a grin, I run for the pool and jump in right next to him.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," Nick says as soon as I reach the surface. I giggle, squealing when I get splashed with water. Diving underwater I swim away from Nick. "Oh no you don't," Nick chuckles swimming after me. Hands take hold of my waist, stopping me from swimming any further. Nick turns me around, bringing us up from the water. "Gotcha," giggling I wrap my arms around his neck.

"God I missed you," I tell him, playing with his wet hair. We hadn't seen each other for two weeks as both of us had been busy, but we were sure to keep this weekend free for our first year anniversary.

"I missed you too," leaning in he gives me a gentle peck. Moving is slowly to the edge of the pool. "Hmm, I think that neck of yours is a bit too clear for me," he smirks instantly diving for my neck. I squeal feeling his lips layer kisses upon kisses. Sucking and biting on my skin making me moan scratching my nails on his back at the amazing feeling. We had gone pretty far already over the past few months but it still felt new and so exciting every time. I wrap my legs around his middle, squeezing him tight. Biting just below my jaw he makes his way up, kissing his way to my lips. We stare into each other's eyes breaking contact every once and a while to deliver lingering pecks.

"I love you," I whisper sincerely, my brain wants me to look away in case of rejection but I will myself to keep staring into his beautiful eyes. I can see shock shoot over his face but it's quickly replaced with a gentle smile. Leaning forward he connects our lips, the kiss filled with passion making me almost forget he didn't say it back. It gives a tiny pinch of pain in my heart, but I tell myself it's alright. He could just not be ready to tell me and I need to accept that.

That night we end up on the couch watching a movie, tho I wasn't really watching. I cuddled into Nick's chest, him gently stroking my back as he tries to gently lull me to sleep. When I'm close to falling asleep he quietly whispers four words to me, making me grin just slight as to not give away I was actually awake.

"I love you too."

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! Let me know what you think and maybe hopefully stick around for a few more!

#dsmp fanfic #dream smp #dsmp #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp x y/n #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x reader #dream team #mcty x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #cc!sapnap #cc!dream #cc!george #cc!mcyt

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 164

I'm crying on the ground. Sobbing with my cat yet again. I feel so peaceful and destroyed at the same time.

Lambcat really said we should start the year with a breakdown huh

I'm gonna hold my breakdown until I talk about the moment.

Lance to the rescue!! Man I love that guy. I also really love how he looks in the panel I put as my pfp. He looks so soft and gentle :')

The interaction between Lance and Lorena is rising my hope that they will still be friends after the chaos ends.

This did caught me off guard lmao 😭 I'm sorry for saying this but is he implying that he has a thick skull because nahh he did himself dirty

Y'ALL IT'S THE MOMENT WE'VE (or at least me haha) ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Lance!!! Fighting against his kingdom!!! I'm so proud of him YOU GO LANCE!!!

Huge respect for Lance and his friends tho for CARRYING THAT HUGE PILLAR LIKE WHAT. Remember when I said something along the line of "if Frederick say he's weak while he can carry an entire llama, then I'm terrified of what Lance can do"? Yea this just proved my point.

Also I'm going to keep saying that Lance is going to have a sick scar with that x mark.

I once again wonder what is the legal age for alcohol in cpc? In US and the country I live in, the legal age is 21. But I think it's 18 in UK right? If it's 18 in cpc then that makes sense because Lance is 19 and Blaine is 20 (i'm saying this because of the beer pong comment by Lance's friend)

Sheesh, I hope Leland will be defeated from the king position soon. I don't want anyone to be executed. That would be disturbing.

Oooh!! Syrah and Saffron probably showing their fighting skill in the future episodes??? I hope so!!

Thank you Maria! It's nice to see that The pastel siblings now believe that Frederick truly loves Gwen.

Feeling like your legs are paralyzed whenever you're gonna face something you're terrified of is so real :( you can do it, Frederick! I believe in you!!

LELAND CHILL???? MAN YOUR HANDS ARE BLEEDING. Eat a snickers damnit. You're not you when you're going through a heart break xd

Oh. Okay. Ouch. Massive ow. Y'know when I said how the Monika's room episode and Frederick's monologue about what he wants really hits for me? Well add this to the list because wtfff.

Aww Gwegg :( She kept blaming herself even though it really isn't her fault. What Gwen said is pretty comforting though. Them apologizing to each other </3 It really is the shit when you realize you haven't treat yourself kindly. Like when you keep wondering why everything is wrong then you look at your inner self and go "oh. That's why".

GWEN SAYING "No matter what happens, I'll never let go of you again!" HAJWHSIWBS

INTOOOOO LEELATHAE'S BACKSTORY!!

*cue 1996 batman transition*

Aww the births of The Pastel Siblings! Though Leelathae's thought during each of the births...it breaks my heart :( it seems that she view the births of The Pastel Siblings as a way to apologize for her "mistake" (in which she didn't make any mistake at all), even though it shouldn't be like that at all...

I'm surprised no animals appear at Maria's birth lol. I was really expecting for a deer or birds to suddenly appear haha.

This IS making me a bit worried though. I don't know much about child births and stuff but while it is normal to still feel pain after giving birth, is it possible that there were some complications leading to Leelathae's dead 3 years after giving birth to Gwen and Jamie? I'll let someone more knowledgeable to figure out what is happening with Leelathae since I have no idea at all.

Anyway! Finally, a close up on Pastel Siblings as babies!! I know we've seen them before in the portraits beside Jack's bed, but it's nice to see them clearer.

Initially, I was worried how Leelathae would react to Gwen, but nevermind that

I'm so happy about this scene :') Leelathae realizing how beautiful Gwen is, even calling her the most beautiful in all the land. Also her saying as long as Gwen thinks she's beautiful, then what other people think doesn't matter makes me sob. Mother love is always something so touching.

On the other hand though, it made me a little confused now on why she asked Jack to lock up the children and never let them out. Looking at one of the fast pass episode's thumbnail, maybe it's because of the witch? We're nearing the end and there are still so many questions.

And now, INTO THE PRESENT! And the moment....

*cue 1996 batman transition*

I'M. I'M GONNA CRY. The fact that Gwen doesn't recognize Leelathae?? The fact that they're wearing the same robe???

WHEN LAMBCAT SAID THERE WASN'T ENOUGH GUT PUNCHES, SHE WAS BEING FR. I don't have anything to say about this scene, but at the same time I want to say a lot about this scene. Gwen's mom telling her that she's beautiful, Gwen crying without knowing why, I'm going to cry.

But hey, Gwegg is finally whole again! True love kiss is real after all ^_^ i love how Lambcat does a little spin at the classic true love kiss. But now that Gwen is finally awake...Well, let's just wish her, Frederick, Aurelia, and Celso good luck at dealing with the officially confirmed big bad wolf/serpent, Leland.

We kinda should thank Leland a bit, though. If he wasn't there ripping off all of the thorny veins, Gwen would get pretty hurt if she still wakes up while sitting up

Yooo the newest fast pass being the final chapter of Leelathae's diary? I hope we will have our questions answered!! And the fact that there's a witch in the thumbnail...hm.

That's it for now!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

#cursed princess club #cpc

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Rain really said boy BYE

Did y'all notice that Phayu smacks his lips and looks at Rain's lips like 30 times during this one minute of conversation?

Ok wait he's going for it!

KISS ALERT HE'S REALLY GOING FOR IT!!!

Rain was SO READY too - he closed his eyes as soon as Phayu's lips touched his. infinity/10 sweetest first kiss. It looks very aesthetically pleasing with the blurred out, neutral background.

Instant replay from another angle, just to drive in how comfy Rain looks to be there

I ADORE this "just been kissed" look on Rain - I like that both actors repeatedly showed us just how into each other Rain and Phayu are

I think we're on the 10th lip touch? Are you obsessed or something Phayu?

Phayu says thank you to Rain here. At first, I thought he was thanking him for the kiss, or for coming to see him. Now, I think it's probably for everything - thank you for meeting me, thank you for making me like you, thank you for not running away, thank you for meeting my expectations, and thank you for liking me back. And then we barely get time to recover from the sweetness of that kiss before Phayu is giving us this adorable face (which is my second favorite of Phayu's faces)

Including this shot bc I love Sky

It's Rain's turn!! Ahh it's so cute that he was so nervous at first but then he remembers that Phayu is supporting him (plus kiss!) and his confidence is restored! Also the background + Rain's tie is giving us some more yellow + navy blue. Cute!

vs.

This teacher panel is so funny - person on the left looks so done, middle dude looks like he's paying attention with the intention to rip the presentation apart when Rain's done, and person on the right looks like he's having the time of his life

Rain does so well! Even the teachers said so!! I knew he could do it :) Except Phayu isn't going to find out for a while bc this dummy forgot to charge his phone. Don't you know Rain's waiting for you?

Listen, I know this shot is for dramatic purposes and that Rain looks truly beautiful in the rain, but you can't tell me that he and P' Saifah haven't exchanged numbers yet. Rain totally could've waited in the house or even in his car, which he definitely drove there in. My dumb son

It's ok, Phayu is here though!! And Rain gets to tell him the good news!! Phayu seems more concerned about how wet Rain is though, and for good reason. He's probably watched a few BLs so he knows that the male leads often have the constitution of sickly Victorian children when it comes to the rain. He's rightly concerned for Rain's health.

Also we get the switch from Pum to Rain (the way Rain refers to himself) during this convo! I did not notice this on my own and will try to find and link the person's post who did. To my understanding, this is a more personal way of referring to oneself and it's yet another way Phayu and Rain are closer now! They're about to get real close tho ;)

Rain's death-grip on Phayu counter is probably up to 10 now too. I don't think I've said this before but Noeul has really nice hands. They're good for holding a certain someone's face and neck:

This screenshot doesn't do it justice but... this LOOK that Phayu gives Rain right before he drags him inside. Bff is ready to DEVOUR his man (we've all waited long enough lmao)

I was going to tell you all a story here and make you wait a bit longer, but I'll post it separately. As for these two, they literally did not wait any more. From here on out this is entirely self-indulgent. Enjoy!

I absolutely ADORE how they framed this scene with the curtains and the rain and the soft blue lighting that looks like moonlight. I also really like Phayu's hand placement in this entire bathtub sequence. Additionally, Rain gets a good amount of active participation in during these kisses (BossNoeul said dead fish kisses whomst?? we don't know her). It's another indicator of how happy and comfortable Rain is to be there

Another thing I've already mentioned is that I completely am in love with the way BossNoeul portrayed the way that PhayuRain look at each other. I have never been as convinced that the on-screen couple is in love as I am with these two. Also I am counting this as a headpat even though it's more of a cheekbone stroke :)

Again, they look so comfy and I love how softly their eyes slip closed when they kiss. Also reiterating that I love Phayu's hand placement here - it's like he's cradling Rain in his palms

New nickname alert!

How am I supposed to cope with this? Also I'm serious, where did Noeul learn to look like that? AND PHAYU'S HANDS send help

Wait I accidentally paused after Rain told Phayu to let him go so he could take a bath and this is so funny - Phayu's like babe did you really think I'm gonna let you go now??

Ok yeah sure Phayu, you're here bc you want a bath and not because Rain's lips are magnets to your eyes. Sure.

When I first watched Phayu pull Rain close to whisper in his ear, I'm fairly sure I gasped harder than Rain

Something happened to my brain chemistry here too

Rain looks so soft right here omg (I know the whole script is literally written into our brain grooves at this point but if you don't remember, this is when Phayu is apologizing for making Rain wait in the rain bc his battery ran out)

Onwards to the final parts for the sugar, spice, and everything nice <3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

#love in the air #lita the series #lita rewatch thoughts #phayurain #bossnoeul

[atla-suki]

sokka’s treatment in lok was astonishing tbh but i’m actually glad he was dead by the time the series started bc toph being a cop??? aang being an awful dad???? they would’ve ruined him and suki’s characters lbr.

as far as any possible kids go idk we didn’t meet suyin till book 4 we barely saw izumi i think they just didn’t want to make the new series be a atla reunion plus lok was only meant to be one season so they were making that shit up as they went along lmao. and back in 2012-14?? they didn’t know themselves what happened to sukka lmao.

sokka and suki are definitely the type to break up bc of long distance but then find their way back to each other a few years later especially as they settle into their roles in life.

while bryke definitely neglect suki and sokka to some capacity also they do have a soft spot for suki after bringing her back. many don’t consider her to be team avatar but they’ve stated they do so idk ! she shows up a lot in the comics which have obv been created post-lok and it’s been said that they’ll utilise it’s plots and characters in shall see in future projects (crane fish town becoming republic city maybe??? where suki currently is working?? and sokka later lives!!)

i’m p sure suki will be in it at some capacity anyway and that there’ll stick with jennie as she’s one of the few asian og va’s. she’s doing a lot of work atm for avatar studios.

also random but i literally found out today that it’s not bryke-confirmed that mai and zuko end up together. it was a comment on a panel by the old comic writer. it’s not technically canon. izumi is the spit of mai anyway but hmm! interesting!!

btw btw suyin’s father was def a sandbending outlaw who toph had a secret relationship with that couldn’t be public bc of her role as police chief x

oo big ask ok let me break this up into different paragraphs …

fist point - one thing i will admit about lok is that it fell short in incorporating the original characters into the new series in an interesting way with enough verisimilitude (realistic-ness) that it didn’t feel like they were just throwing a popular character into an episode for the sake of it. such as the whole ‘aang is a bad dad’ thing because they under-utilised him as a mentor figure to korra and instead focused on his supposed favourite son (i have thoughts on this re. aang NOT being a ‘Bad’ dad but i will make another post on it if u are interested (or have i alr made one? i’ll make another one.))

i have to agree that they would’ve probably done something shitty to sokka or suki if they were included. especially with the entire first season of lok being about bender/non-bender equality… i can just imagine they’d make sokka say something dumb about the equalist movement being 100% Bad instead of him actually supporting some of their completely valid arguments. idk. i’m sad there’s no sukka but at the same time…. quit while ur ahead yk.

second point - sukka long distance relationship is so real ESPECIALLY during their first few years together. i can see them just kinda calling it off because of commitment issues due to their work, etc. but not ever really losing feelings. they’d be endgame tho🥰

i can absolutely see suki being in upcoming projects! especially since she and the other kyoshi warriors expanded their reach across the nations - it would be hard to ignore them completely if we’re assuming they’re including comic canon into the universe. i hope jenny returns!!

third point - yeah! how crazy that maiko as izumi’s parents isn’t canon confirmed… though she’s so clearly mai’s daughter. i wonder if mai’s role will be expanded in upcoming projects / if she’ll be featured more. hmmm.

fourth - would honestly prefer this to the theory sokka is her father lol. it kinda baffles me that TOPH became a cop.. not bc she opposes authority - there’s something different about enforcing it than there is having to follow it. i can see toph in authoritative positions, and she fits them well. but i think it baffles me moreso because why would toph even work as a COP? isn’t that boring as hell for her?? go do something awesome like probending or professional underground fighting (adult blind bandit anyone?? this would make a good fic) or literally just construction idk i feel like toph isn’t a Hard Worker type that would want to be stuck in such a rigid career.

#ask #atla #lok #sokka #suki #toph #zuko #mai #ok now i’m obsessed w the idea of toph being a probending champ #fuck it LoK rewrite time: #*suki* puts together the republic city PD and *toph* invents probending #that’s it that’s the whole rewrite #everything else stays the same #except at the end of every episode there’s a post-credits scene where it’s just mako or someone else cool going ‘RESPECT WOMEN’ #to shut up the korra haters #🤭🥰 #and also unalaq doesn’t destroy the past avatars bc what #wouldn’t korra getting raava back just bring back all the past avatars too?? #idk man #a post for another time #what was i saying? #oh yeah probender toph #yeah🥰

[blazekill]

Megatronus x Orion

Cute smut, first meeting

(this is not the full story but just the nsfw part because the whole thing is MUCH longer then this, on my Wattpad evkala_cream)

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He traveled his servo from Orion's hips to his open panel. „Meantime I will streach you out for me a little okay?~" He used two fingers to playfully spread his valve apart. Orion closed his optics and shiwered at the sudden touch between his thighs. It was the first time anyone touched him down there. It was so exciting but scary at the same time. But he trusted Megatronus and he was sure he knew what he was doing. So he got comfortable beying bend over Megatronus's thigh and continued satisfying him with his fingers.

„Good mech~" Purred Megatronus and stroked his lower torso with the free servo making Orion bend it his back. „Don't worry little one. I will be gentle~" He used Orion's energon leaking from his valve on his finger so it would be more comfortable. Then he placed it right next to his clit. „May I?" Orion was so emberresed at how easily dominated he was by Megatronus so he simply nodded. Megatronus smiled and started gently rubbing him.

Orion gasped as he felt a rush of bliss fun through his frame. Megatronus groaned and lifted Orion's hips with just one servo to his face so he could kiss them. „That's it love. Mm let me hear you. You don't have to be shy around me~" He was never this gentle with any mech or femme before. There was something so innocent about the archivist. He couldn't help but to care for him ever so carefully as if he was made of glass.

Orion was whimpering and moaning with every touch. He opened his optics so he could see Megatronus's huge spike again. „Oh...t-this feels so good~" It were a quiet high-pitched moans followed by a wet noices that were driving Megatronus insane. „Ah Primus. I've been waiting for this for so long. To have you squarming and whimpering in my servos Orion~" He went a little faster making Orion's legs tremble.

He squeezed Megatronus's spike again but this time used his salivating mouth as an exause for him to lick and suck on his tip. Megatronus twitched as he felt a warmth and soft tongue oh his tip. He looked at the little archivist holding his spike with both servos and trying his best to fit as much on him in his mouth as possible. He never saw something as adorable as him so desperately wanting to satisfy him. „Careful cupcake. I would hate for you to get hurt~"

Orion's spark almost melted at what he just heard. „Did he just really called me that?" He was used to bots nickmaning him because of his tiny frame but never has he heard someone to call him this cutelly. „C-cupcake?~" He purred with a little happy smirk. Megatronus leaned closer to him. „Yes. You are so tiny. As a cupcake. And I am sure you are also sweet like one~" He slipped the tip of his finger in his enterence and then pulled out sucking off his energon.

„Oh my Primus~" Purred Orion and went back to taking care of his spike. Megatronus chuckled amuzed at his reaction and playfully patted his hips. "May I?~" "Y-yes~" Orion whimpered still a little nervous tho. I was used to be doing this to himself but that is so much easier and much less stresfull. "That is my brave little archivist~"

Smiled Megatronus and pulled him closer so he could rub his cheek againt his hips. Orion appraised these little moment so much. Megatronus licked his finger and then very gently pressed back againt his enterence. "This will maybe hurt sligtly at first. But I'll make the best of it okay love?~" But before Orion could even respond he slownly pushed the first finger in his valve and started moving.

Orion's optics swing open and he let out a adorable little whine. That made Megatronus blush even more and sigh in delight. "Does it hurt cupcake?" He asked lovingly and pauzed. "N-no...It just feels...so good coming from you~" Megatronus smirked and started immidietly moving his finger again. "Mm good. You'r doing so great for you'r first time~"

He leaned closer and whispered teasingly. "One has to wonder...what were doing that you'r taking me so easily? I bealive you'r not as innocent as I thought~" Orion's face turned red as he remembered all the times he was playing with himself while thinking about the gladiator. He covered his face with one servo emmberessed. "Hhh~" Megatronus chuckled amuzed with a low sexy tone and continued pleasuring him.

"Oh my...I think I can even go faster right away. Hhh Orion...~" He purred in a very teasing way leaning closer to him. "Please...stop it Mega. J-just..just get to it already." He said shyly not able to even discuss it. Megatronus rised one eyebrow. "Oh impatiant are we. Hhh sorry. I wouln't tease you like this anymore. I just couldn't help myself. You are so adorable like this cupcake~"

He very gently used another finger. "Uh! N-no it's alright. I...I actually like when you do it. It's making me have butterfies in my stomach~" Orion purred and bend in his back as he felt much more presure in his valve. Megatronus smirked and stroked Orion's belly. "Hhh...I've told you I'll make the best of it~"

He used his two fingers to gently spread them in his valve to streach him faster. Orion gasped and his frame shiwered. "Uh Primus..Mega mh~" He whimpred more desperately then before. "Uhm? What is it dear?~" Orion raised his head and looked at Megatronus's servo doing all the work. He completly forgot about his now lovers spike.

"I...I actually think I am ready...for more?~" He said shily. But Megatron didn't stop. He actually started moving his fingers faster. Much faster. "Huh! Uhh~" Orion's frame jumped a little in shock and the sudden dose of intense pleasure. He rolled his optics back and let his head fall onto Megatronus's thighs. Megatronus chuckled and used his free servo to hold him by his chest and pulled him closer to him.

"Hhh not yet love. I can see how intense is this for you. Imagine if I instead my fingers used something else. I think you'r little overheated frame would go online~" Orion whinned and stroked Megatronus's servo that was holding him with his own shaking servo. "Nh t-then what huh..what are you planing on doing t-to me till then?~" He asked so desperete. Megatronus could see it on his optics that he wanted more so badly. But he was not gonna let him have him so soon.

"Shhh. First we need to make you overload like this. Nicely all over my fingers. And then you will be ready for more. I promise cupcake~" He kissed the back of his head and went faster. Orion was too busy whimpering he just nodded with adorable expresion on his face. "Oh my sweet Primus. I've never been with someone who would look as gorgeous as you while me taking care of them. You trully are aspecial cupcake~"

Orion's spark skipped a beat. Him calling him special ment a world to him. "W-well. I-I am not the only bot that is special in here." I smiled cutelly. Megatronus blushed a little. "Oh. Hm thank you Orion." But suddenly Orion gasped for air and squeezed his lovers thigh tightly and cried out loudly in pure delight. The big gladiator gave him a suprised and a little worried look.

"Is everything okay Orion?" Orion leaned with one servo against his thing and bend in his back with his head hanging down. "Ahh my...y-yes~" He needed to take a deep breath in between his whimpering. "Just that. Nhh please there. R-right there~" Megatronus blinked a few times. He was just so impressed by Orion's reaction it made him speechless for a second.

But then a big grin apeared on his lips. "Oh. Is my little archivist that close?~" He couldn't express how turned on he was by this fact. And that Orion made him know it such an intense way. "Mh..uhm!~" Orion hummed under his servo covering his mouth. Megatronus reached for his shaking servo and gently moved it away. "No no no bug. We don't have to be doing that. I want to hear your every little adorable sound~" He purred right into his audio receptor. He lovingly stroked his belly and went just a little bit faster.

"A-as you w-wish. Nh I..I think I will overload now~" He whined desparetly with his optics full of desire. "Mm I know my little archivist. You may. I'm waiting for you. Do you like me touching you like this mh?~" He purred more seriously then before. Like he was so eager to hear the unswer. "Nh p-please Mega. D-don't!~" Orion's body shiwered as he felt Megatronus's low demanting tone. He felt his insides twitching and pulsing. "Don't what? Tease you until you overload all over my fingers? Tease you so much you will cry out my name?~"

He whimpered and squeezed him slighty in his servo. This awoken in Megatronus something almost refal. He wanted. He needed. He demanded to see hear and feel his little Iacon boyfriend finnish so badly. He went as fast as he could pressing his warm chest against Orion's poor overheated shaking frame. "You'r such a good little mech. Come on. Make you'r hero proud~" That was a last straw for Orion. It was just too much for poor little cleark.

He gasped for air few times keep incrising the volume. He never thought he could be this expressive. His whole frame was building up to this moment up until the most desperete and loud whimper finally left his body. He automaticly threw his head back with one loud and gragged out moan. His valve tighten up around his lovers fingers. It made him so weak that if Megatronus wasn't holding him he would colapse on the bed. Megatronus was watching the whole time breathing heavily. He couldn't do anything but purr and enjoing every second of it.

#tfp megatron #tfp megatronus #tfp orion pax #tfp #transformers smut #megatronus #orion pax #megatronusxorion #transformers prime #tfpsmut #smut #megatronxoptimus #megatronxoptimussmut

[squish--squash]

hello squish mon beloved for the character ask game how about..... william moriarty :]

TEEEEM THANK YOU HUGS YOU

ask game here

My first impression: okay so I'll come clean- I originally watched mtp back in 2022 and my memory of my initial reactions aren't the clearest, so I'm going off the messages I sent a friend while watching it and piecing it together from there. anyway my first impression was a little confused but with a little "alright, I can get behind this!"; this was my first actual interaction with a sherlock holmes work/adaptation since I read part of The Hounds of Baskerville in like. middle school. so I really didn't have anything I was going in with other than the very vague notion that it was "based of sherlock holmes". I took a very quick liking to him and his brothers tho :)

My impression now: SWEET FUCKING SUMMER CHILD. DEAR FUCKING GOD! I'm sobbing crying throwing up- I love him so much he has so much depth to him he forces himself to be the necessary evil and plays the part so well you think he loves it but it's literally killing him inside ACK ACK ACK he's the type of guy who'd go "I couldn't care less" but actually cares so much he wants to throw up; I started a bit confused but now I understand him so much, he's a brilliant character!

Favorite thing about that character: I think it might be his determination. Like from the very beginning he's so determined to make the world a better place no matter the dark paths he takes to get there and it's like. fucking unbreakable. dude had a plan and he stuck with it and saw an end to it (even though the end was very different from what he imagined). Even when he's trying to get back on his feet towards the current end of the manga, the moment his hands fall upon a new purpose he grips it like a vice and he's off to chase it (quite literally actually. on a horse). It's either his determination or his kindness, bc the moments where he lets his little villain persona slip and reveals a soft and beating heart makes me feel violently ill in a good way

Least favorite thing: the way he saw his own life with such little respect up until the nyc arc makes my heart shatter. his plan always resulted in the very least his own end, and if a certain someone hadn't been so desperate on saving him he risked his own life I know for a FACT William would have died and AUGH it HURTS but IT MAKES SENSE YOU COMPLEX, COMPLEX MAN

Favorite line/scene: There are so many and I have to choose JUST ONE? VETOING THIS (it counts I'm american <- joking); I'll give a list actually: the bridge scene for obvious reasons; the entire nyc arc (THE NYC ARC [I'm banging my fist on the fucking TABLE and SOBBING] AAAAA) but specifically the scenes where he arrives for backup for Sherlock and Billy and the "wedding vows" scene make me especially emotional; the Baskerville arc where he takes it personally and utterly destroys the guys behind the scheme- I could continue but this is long enough

Favorite interaction that character has with another: every single panel in the manga and every single frame William shares with Sherlock Holmes is priceless I want to gnaw on steel when they interact—detective vs. lord of crime, companions beneath their masks—it doesn't matter how they're interacting I am going insane. THE CHEMISTRY is like watching a beautiful reaction between two chemicals except it's infinite; if the next arc of the manga was just the two of them interacting in a day-to-day progress I would eat it up and leave no fucking crumbs

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Honestly, I wish we had more interactions between Billy and William! iirc Billy looks up to William and I would have loved to see the two of them bond, especially after he starts working with him and Sherlock (oh well, I'll just read and write fanfics ig)

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: uhhhhhhhh. I don't really.. I got nothing. I'm so sorry but my brain cannot generate another character from a different fandom that reminds me of William LSKDHG

A headcanon about that character: here's a silly one- he gets acid reflux easily (rip); and here's a serious one- he has nightmares about his lord of crime days long after the fall, about all the blood he's spilled and all the lives he's taken. he handles it better and better with time, but it's never a good time when he has them

A song that reminds of that character: I'm not sure WHY, but "Errasuriz" by Kiltro makes me think of William; also "Before We Drift Away" by Nothing But Thieves (squish stop assigning NBT songs to your favorite characters challenge impossible)

An unpopular opinion about that character: I don't think I know the mtp fandom well enough to know what's considered popular/unpopular, and I think it's a bit too small rn for there to be a common consensus? but uhm. I don't fucking know LMAO uhm. I think he'd look better with a purple motif rather than red??????

Favorite picture: okay okay this is gonna be a two-parter but they're from the same chapter and only like. two-three panels apart but these

I AM GOING. TO HAVE A BREAKDOWN OVER THESE. THE LIIIIIIGHT THE SMILE THE EVERYTHING I'M GOING TO FROW UP AND EXPLODE ACTUALLY

anyways ty tem :D I bet you were not prepared for my unintentional essays after each question LDSGKH

#ask game #yuukuko no moriarty #yuumori #moriarty the patriot #william moriarty #mtp william

[lawrites]

Chrome & Chemises

A Star Wars/Pride & Prejudice Story

Din Djarin x Plus Size! Gender Neutral Reader

Part 2

CW: bit of body-shaming, slightly down inner thoughts, reader IS gender neutral but DOES wear a dress. Also pants at some point tho! I promise! I won't describe your body besides general softness and maybe a tummy 🙂. Society is gender-neutral but does hold power in riches...and sometimes outdated talk/etc because P&P.

Also unfortunately, Y/N will be used. I have no idea how to get around it in this story, so I apologize. It will be used only when I have to. This story mainly follows P&P 2005 to a T, but in space with Mando. 🤷

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Man(dalorian) in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a partner. However, you are certain that Mando, whatever his real name is, would be the last man you would every think to choose as your own, and you are certain he thinks the same after your brief interactions at the ball.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single person in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a partner. However, as you listen to your mother enumerate every grace you must "take care" to follow around such people, you find yourself instead glancing away and up through slightly wavy glass panels and towards the many ships that glide overhead. You have to hold in a sigh as you consider your options, the unspoken ones that even your mother won't say plainly.

You want to see the stars, the planets beyond, the entire galaxy. Your station, however, would prohibit you from following that dream, as your father did not make enough in a year to keep a ship that could take you beyond your port, let alone your planet. A shiny, chrome-covered one slowly moves into your visage, and you sigh seeing the glittering lights below reflected in its hull. You have never seen one of its like before in your little spaceport, most others being expensive but older ships, relics of the past. This one has the finest and best of modern technology.

Being brought back to the present, you hear a brisk knock at the door. Your mother shoots out of her seat to creep over and spy on Betsey as she answers it. You look back to your window to steal one final glance at the hulking beast made of chrome before it disappears behind the Lucas's abode nearby.

Your sister, Jane, lightly taps your arm to get your attention. Her voice is clear as a bell but softened to a whisper as she moves her head so only you can read her lips, "Why would you be looking outside when we have a guest?" Her shining blue eyes catch yours, full of just the slightest hint of mischief and no more as she continues, "This is behavior I would never expect from my most beloved sibling."

You do your best to suppress a chuckle and smile as you answer back, "Yes, entirely unlike me to be bored by Mama's lessons with a want to escape." You roll your eyes in an exaggerated manner to show your distaste at what seems to be your mother's fiftieth lecture about proper behavior for young people looking to marry.

Her joyous shriek suddenly cuts through any thought you previously had, causing Jane to close her mouth and lose her reply as your mother barrels into the room, all aflush and breathing heavily.

"Oh wonderful news, my dears! Wonderful, wonderful news!"

She stops, seems to try to gather her thoughts, and then hurries out the door again. You can hear her footfalls lead her to your father's study, where the door opens and shuts finally. Your younger siblings spring up, already moving towards his door to see what has your mother all aflutter. With a secret glance to Jane, you both follow, propriety unable to convince you to stay still.

With your ear pressed against the door, you can hear the slightly muffled voices of your father and mother.

"-Netherfield has been let at last! Can you believe it, Mr. Bennet?"

You can almost see his expression as he no doubt readies a retort, but your sister Lydia interjects.

"A Mr. Bingly has just arrived in a chrome ship!"

Your sibling Kitty is practically bouncing up and down as they stage-whisper, "He has five thousand a year!"

Lydia and Kitty look to each other and finish their description with a unison, "He's single!"

Jane looks to you with a guarded expression, but unable to hide the slightest bit of hope in her eyes from your own which know her so well. Her beautiful face flushes as she bashfully looks down to the floor, her hands clutching her skirt.

You hear the muffled voice of your mother continue through the door, "...what a fine thing for our children!"

A creak signals that your father has gotten up from his chair, a low chuckle begins his response. "How could it affect them?"

You bring your siblings back from the door, shushing their giggles as your mother starts to rant about her nerves and his teasing. "You know he must marry one of them!"

The study door opens to reveal the face of your father, who meets your eyes with a knowing look first, almost as if he knew what you were all up to only moments before. "Oh! Heavens! People!"

He trudges away and calls back to your mother's following form, "Oh! So that must be the only reason he settled here?" All of the Bennet siblings, yourself included, rush after them, returning to the drawing room where your father collapses into a chair with a huff, folding his paper.

Your mother presents herself directly in front of him, and if you knew her worse you may have thought she would abandon propriety and stomp her foot in frustration. "You just need to visit him!"

Your father looks past her, meets your eyes once more, and with a subtle nod, he looks to your mother. "Not to worry my dear," his eyes twinkle in mirth, "I already have."

It seems as if the room explodes with the voices of your siblings, or at least Kitty and Lydia, and your mother asking questions. Mary sits primly at her piano bench while you and Jane patiently wait for your father to continue. He holds up a hand, "I give my consent for him to marry whichever of you he may choose."

Your mother is practically exploding in excitement as she asks, "...will he come to the ball tomorrow?"

"...he shall."

Suddenly the two youngest Bennets pull both you and Jane to them, spitting off rapid-fire requests to borrow this and that. As they promising chores for weeks and months your Mother almost cries in relief, your father laughs at the scene, and Jane tries to placate your easily excitable siblings.

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The ball finds you and Jane standing to the side as your younger siblings find any partner who will take them for the first dance. You look to your breathtaking sister, her hair somehow falling in perfect curls that frame her angelic face. Your own is fairly beautiful, with your hair passable for a ball, of course.

"If every eligible person in this room does not end the night in love with you, then I am no judge of beauty."

You sister laughs, her cheeks pink with joy, "...or people!"

Surprised at her teasing reply, you let a smile take over your whole expression as you start your own sentence with an answering laugh, "Oh no, those that are able to choose whom they can marry are far too easy to judge."

You see, your progressive, "modern" society determined eventually that keeping women and those outside of the gender spectrum from having a place at the table, so to speak, was putting a halt to progress. However, though the patriarchy was supposedly demolished, that doesn't mean that there weren't still systems of power in place. Riches could still buy you more than anything, and your family was not rich.

You did well for yourselves, of course. And thank whoever decides fate that you never experienced hunger or hardship at all growing up, but...once your father dies your mother will have to live on his income, having no job or trade for herself. With that in mind, your childhood home, Longbourn, would follow the money as most things do. It would go to the next person in your family that has a trade, which would be a distant cousin as far as you know.

Your siblings and yourself had been raised to be married off, as your mother was traditional. Though you argued, there was no way to start a trade at a young age as you wished. Oh no. Your mother made you sit and work on grace, propriety, beauty.

While Jane is lithe, slender, and seems to just glide across the room, you have always had a bit of extra weight. You exercise regularly through target practice and walking, and you even eat the same portions as everyone. Your body is just the way it is, and you have worked hard on accepting and loving it.

Though that unfortunately doesn't stop society, especially high society, from having its opinions. Even if you have done your research and accepted your body, you have also convinced yourself that others most likely will not do the same. And you refuse to marry for anything less than love and passion, so...you have resigned yourself to never marry. But that doesn't mean you're jealous of beautiful Jane. In fact, she is so agreeable that it would be criminal to hate her in your eyes. Her agreeable nature seems to win through her own response. "They are not all bad, you know."

"Oh! Those rich people who lord over us? Humorless poppycocks in my limited experience. They think that they have a special quality only due to the authority of some money they haven't even earned."

Jane, unable to be swayed in her optimism, holds onto your arm as she giggles. "Oh, one day someone will catch your eye and then you'll have to watch your tongue."

Almost in response, the metal doors of the Lucas's house slide open, seemingly sucking the air out of the room with them. You and Jane crane your necks to glance over the heads of those in front of you, seeing the dance floor part as everyone stops moving and the musicians halt their tune. Eventually, you catch a glimpse of three figures.

One figure is an admittedly handsome person, their ginger hair and clothes styled in the latest fashion though slightly rumpled. They good-naturedly try to look over the crowd, reaching the eyes of everyone they can. Next to them is someone in a dress sharing his same hair, though theirs is longer and made up in a style you've never seen before.

As you look at their outrageous fashion and their beautiful face that is marred by a scowl, you can tell exactly the kind of person they are, unfortunately. Your eyes, desperate to move on from the unhappy character, finally glance to the final figure, taller than the others. But you find you don't see a face, but instead an expressionless helmet.

A shiny metal encompasses virtually the entire body of this person, their figure seeming to be one of strength. Every step they take brings authority with it, and you can see at least two weapons in plain sight on their person, with more undoubtedly hidden somewhere else. You know exactly who this person is, and can only think of one word as they near you.

Jane whispers almost in shock. "Mandalorian."

The Mandalorians are revered for their battle prowess throughout the galaxy, making them not only highly sought-after as warriors and protectors, but also incredibly wealthy. Though they are few in number after the horrifying destruction of their homeworld, they are still well-known due to the tales whispered of their battles late at night, hushed voices laced with fear. They win almost every fight, leaving with the riches of those they had conquered or with the riches given to them by their clients. They are sell-swords, warriors, dangerous, unknowable...but also very sought after as marriage prospects by those who only see riches.

You are initially stuck to your spot, but then you can see your reflection in their shiny metal helmet and you can't keep yourself from making a slightly silly face. Jane sees your antics and you both giggle lowly, trying to hold it in but unable to keep the joy from showing on your faces. All at once, both the ginger-haired man and the Mandalorian look in your direction.

Jane looks bashfully down, but you straighten and hold the state of the Mandalorian, your cheeks still flushed with joy. They turn away once your eyes meet the T of their visor, and you almost swear you can see a small shake of their head. Once they reach the front of the room, Mr. Lucas welcomes them, and you all seem to start to talk at once. The dance floor fills up as the band starts up again, and you feel a slight smack against your arm.

You look to the side to see your friend, Charlotte Lucas. She glances just over you to Jane. "It appears someone has caught Mr. Bingley's eye." So absorbed in your interaction with the Mandalorian, you failed to see how Bingley reacted. Turning to your sister, you assume that he must have given her the stare most people get when they first see her. Her cheeks are flushed and she stutters, "W-well h-he could have been looking to anyone."

You grab her hand gently and know that she hates being the center of attention, so you move the topic of conversation along. "So...Mr. Bingley? Which one is he?"

Charlotte looks to you with mirth and says, "Of course Bingley is the man with the ginger hair. We have dined with him already and found that he is very agreeable." Charlotte looks over to Jane, most likely wanting to tease her once more, but you quickly jut in.

"And what about the person in the dress and the Mandalorian?"

Charlotte responds lowly, leaning in as gossipers do, "The person in the dress is Mr. Bingley's sister, Caroline. And the Mandalorian? I am told his name is unknowable for now, but he prefers to go by just 'Mando.' He is Mr. Bingley's dear friend."

You look, admittedly without stealth, towards the man in question. Though you cannot read his expression, you read his body language. His hands are resting on his weapon, and he stands straight as a board, with discomfort quite visible all throughout his frame.

You giggle. "Oh, poor soul."

Charlotte pretends to look affronted, "Oh, miserable he may be but poor he is not. On the contrary, he has at least ten thousand and year and owns half of Derbyshire on the other side of the planet!"

You cannot keep yourself from throwing in a retort to tease the man, his inability to blend in or relax so apparent. "Oh? The miserable half?"

You receive a surprised laugh from Charlotte, and you in turn laugh along with her. Jane smiles, but then grips your hand hard to get your attention. You turn to see Mr. Lucas and the rest of the party approaching you through the mass of gathered people.

You straighten, and the three of you arrange in a line facing them almost automatically. Out of nowhere, it seems, your mother appears with Mary in tow. You have to keep yourself from telling her to leave, as you want Jane to make a good first impression.

Mr. Lucas reaches a hand out to Charlotte, primarily talking to Bingley. "My eldest daughter, you already know." Charlotte curtsies slightly. "And this is Mrs. Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet, Y/N Bennet, and Miss Mary Bennet."

Your mother responds. "It is truly a pleasure. I have two other children but they are already dancing, you see."

Mr. Bingly manages to tear his eyes away from Jane to look to your mother, "Delighted to make your acquaintance." Bingley gestures to his side. "This is my sister, Caroline." She curtsies as well, her face unable to mask her displeasure. Though you all respond with curtsies and bows in kind, as propriety expects.

Mr. Lucas turns slightly towards the metal man to his side. "And may I introduce The Mandalorian. Mando, as I am told you prefer. He is of Pemberley in Derbyshire."

You all curtsey and bow, and you give him a smile in welcome. His own stiff bow and lack of greeting or expression causes the smile to drop from your face. Though the lack of expression may be due to his helmet, you cannot believe that he would be so rude as to not at least say something in greeting.

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Only slightly later, Mr. Lucas and the other older relatives left. This left you, Charlotte, Mr. Bingley, Caroline, Mando, Jane, and Mary to talk. Though it seems that Mano and Caroline refuse to reduce themselves to your station to do so, in your observation.

The conversation has been mild so far, and you find yourself more amused by Mr. Bingley's inability to disguise his interest in Jane. You decide to question him.

"And how do you like it here in Hertfordshire, Mr. Bingley?"

Bingley does not manage to hide his shy look to Jane before responding, "Very much."

You search your brain for a topic to continue the conversation until you stop on Netherfield, the beautiful abode that Bingley now resides in.

"The Library at Netherfield, I've heard, is one of the finest in the country."

Bingley looks almost ashamed, "Oh! Yes...it does fill me with guilt." He looks to Jane as a blush starts around his collar. "Not a good reader you see. I like being out of doors." He seems to realize something and he rushes to get the words out of his mouth, "Oh! But I mean, I CAN read..."

Your sister, ever the graceful and kind person, steps in. "I wish I read more, but there always seems so many other things to do."

Bingley's eyes widen and he practically beams at Jane, "Yes! Yes that is precisely what I meant."

You are distracted momentarily by what appears to be shouting and joy, with the word "regiment" being heard over the din of the crowd. You look to see Kitty and Lydia being too rambunctious in their joy with your mother, and you almost move to scold them before you hear the words you've wanted to hear all night.

"Miss Jane Bennet, may I have the honour of this next dance?"

You turn quickly and see Jane blush as she takes his hand, the both of them moving to get in place. As they start, the joy apparent in both of their faces, you look to the group you are left with. You decide to try and get to know Mando better, and decide to talk about what you are currently all observing.

"Mandalorian, or Mando, as I have heard you prefer." You see him give a slight nod in affirmation. "Do you dance at all?"

He does not even glance to you as he responds quickly. "Not if I can help it."

The finality of his tone shocks you, and makes you feel awkward in your own body. Though you weren't necessarily trying to get to dance with him, you were hoping the conversation could lead you that way, or at least continue to another topic. But you suppose a warrior like him would look upon you with anything but intrigue, and he wanted to not even give you the hope of it. You manage to stand in silence for only a few more moments before you have to leave the side of your group, Charlotte and Mary in tow, unable to keep your own thoughts about your body from racing and causing you to cry.

You and Charlotte bring Mary to your mother, who is doing very little to disguise her satisfaction and bragging at Jane and Bingley together, and move to a secret space under the stairs. When you were younger, the both of you would steal here to spy on the ball. Now that you're grown, the both of you will return if you need to rant or talk out of sight.

The both of you start to lay out all of your frustrations with the night so far. Your mother's impropriety, both of your inability to find a dance partner, and especially Mando's rudeness. You almost think you could have continued long into the night if you had not heard heavy footsteps approach, the two of you quieting your tone.

Mando somehow manages to station himself right in front of the two of you, your hiding place keeping you out of sight but unable to talk more. You almost consider just leaving again but are unable to do so before Bingley bounds over, obviously thrilled at his night.

"Mando! You must dance! I cannot have you standing here while there are eligible partners."

Mando turns only slightly to him, "You know I prefer not to dance. I detest it."

Bingley continues, either trying not to hear that comment or optimistically moving on. "I have never seen so many pretty people in my life!"

Mando scoffs, and you find your heart sinking. "You are dancing with the only handsome person in the room."

Bingley's face is taken over by a dreamy expression as he quite literally clutches his chest. "Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld in all our travels." He seems to pause for a moment. "Though, she does have a sibling, Y/N, that I find to be very agreeable."

You almost want to reveal yourself from your hiding place and hug him. You get so few compliments compared to Jane that even one that admits you aren't as beautiful is sorely needed. That is...until you hear Mando's deep voice respond, his tone even harder to read through the helmet.

"Perfectly tolerable, I believe. And certainly not handsome enough to tempt me."

Your previous smile drops and you find that you cannot breathe for a moment. But then, you recover as you usually do. How DARE he say this when he has been the one acting without propriety all night? You sniff a bit as you wipe away a tear. You won't allow yourself to cry over a man who clearly has no interest in you, you refuse. In fact, you decide to leave just at that moment, to give Mando a good scare.

Quietly, you and Charlotte open the door to your space and sneak out. Then, you position yourself to appear as if you have been hiding just behind them, moving forward and laughing together. You mention how you would love to dance and Charlotte responds that she will find you a "worthy" partner. You don't see Mando look after your retreating form, and you cannot hope to see the wonder that his brown eyes show at your laugh.

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Though your heart ached at how Mando refused to see you, you decided it wouldn't keep you down. You found a dance partner that you are dear friends with, deciding to take the next two turns with them. Your eyes cannot help but see how Mr. Bingley is dancing with Charlotte, as you cannot dance with only one partner for the entire night. But you also see how HE can't keep from glancing at Jane and her partner. You smile and continue your dance, happy enough that Jane is going to end the night on good terms with the group.

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Later, you somehow found yourself in another group with Bingley and Mando, though your Mother's presence slightly lessened the ability to make more proper conversation between you, Jane, and Bingley.

Bingley looks to the dancers to see Charlotte. "Your friend Miss Lucas is a most amusing woman."

You smile and you cannot help but feel pride at your friend's character. "Oh yes, I do adore her."

Your mother cuts in, holding a glass of wine and possibly unable to keep herself from her most inner thoughts. "It is a pity she is not more handsome."

Your eyes widen and you hurry to scold her. "Mama!"

But she continues, to the dismay and shock of everyone. "But Y/N will never admit it!" She looks to Jane, who has already started to try and keep her mother from embarrassing her further. She is unable to do so as she continues. "Of course, it is my Jane who is considered the beauty of the country."

Jane tries to interject, "Oh, Mama, no, I would not say-"

You mother keeps on, "When she was only fifteen there was a gentleman so in love I swore he would make an offer. But he did write her some very pretty verses."

You find your chance and cut in, making sure she can't continue on. "And so ended their affection! I wonder what poor soul first discovered that poetry has the power to drive away love?" You are desperately trying to change the subject to poetry, hoping someone, anyone else, will continue.

Surprisingly, you hear a deep voice answer. "I thought poetry was the food of love?"

You turn your eyes in relief and slight shock to Mando, who had said his first words of the entire conversation in relation to YOU, of all people. You smirk slightly, "Of a fine, stout love, it may. Love that is already strong is fed by everything. Though if the love is already weak, I find that one sonnet can starve it entirely."

Mando cocks his head in what you assume to be interest. "So, what do you recommend to encourage affection?"

You want to respond with your true feelings, but you instead look directly at the T of his visor and decide to let your pride run your mouth. "Dancing. Even if one's partner is barely tolerable."

His helmet straightens and you see his whole body freeze, along with Bingley's. You give your most dazzling smile back and gently grip Jane's hand, asking her if she would like to continue to dance.

She smiles and Bingley quickly asks if she would like to be his partner. You don't give Mando the ability to ask you as you turn to find another, unable to see the blush under his helmet from shame.

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It is almost the end of the ball, and you have decided to keep active and dance with multiple partners, laughing and teasing your friends. You seem to keep people's spirits up wherever you go, and you purposefully avoid looking to the dark corner where Mando has set up. He appears to be leaning against a wall, Caroline next to him. If anyone looked, they would see an uncomfortable man with no readable expression. Though, again, under the helmet his eyes seem unable to look away from you.

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I hope you enjoyed it! This is really my first time writing something like this and I hope I did the idea justice. :) It IS just basically Pride and Prejudice in space with Mando. There isn’t MUCH deviation yet from 2005, (apart from the mention of spaceships and the switch in the romantic leads) but there should be more later! If you have any comments/ideas/etc please let me know! 

#prideandprejudice #mandalorian #the mandalorian #plus size reader #gender neutral reader #starwars #fanfic #writing #p&p 2005 #p&p #pride and prejudice #din djarin x reader #din djarin x plus size reader #din djarin #mandalorian x plus size reader #mandalorian x reader

[concernedbrownbread]

For the character asks: Arslan Senki(i hope i got the name right)

Thanks for the ask!! Since there's no number, I'll just pic a few. Be warned, I ADORE THIS BOY. He's my precious bean, my cinnamon roll that could kill, my sassy child, etc. Literally tempted to answer every single on of the question but I'll try to limit it.

1.My first impression of them: no cap, he's the reason I picked up this show. So, I went into it with the anime (mistake, I know, the manga is definately better, but the anime isn't too bad). The first episode AND first chapter of the manga made him very likable for me: he was a sheltered kid with a good heart and very few friends. I was excited to see how he'd grow. I think the opening was perfect: setting up the world and some of the main conflicts, introducing out main character and his personal conflicts, setting up one of the main antagonists, etc etc etc. Love it. Love him.

7. A quote of them that you remember: "Narsus, I will appoint you court painter."

Reasons I love this quote:

biggest brain thing anyone in the series has every done (including every Narsus strategy)

said with charisma points MAXED out

never let them know your next move

12. Sexuality hc! Aroace. I accept literally nothing else.

13. Your favorite friendship they have: Etoile and Arslan's frienship makes me want to c r y. They are so good together, perfect foils to each other. They're the only one that treats Arslan like anyone else and not a prince: granted, they are pretty brash and mean but Arslan needs someone to not be all soft-spoken around him. I just want a scene where Arslan snaps and Etoile is all smug like HAH! GOT YOU TO STOP BEING THE PERFECT PRINCE! Etoile also challenges Arslan ideologically from the FIRST chapter , and every single encounter since has changed Arslan and left a mark on him. I love all Arslan friends, but I always feel like there is a divide due to the status. Arslan is a prince: of course he must adhere to the status quo. Etoile tho? They spit at the status quo. And then probaby spit at Arslan too for the fun of it. God I love them.

Also, I have a fic in my head where Etoile stayed a slave for a while so they and Arslan had a deeper relationship before they escaped.

(Also also, I like the idea of queerplatonic Etoile and Arslan.)

Also, Etoile gives Arslan this moment:

ID: two panels from the Arslan Senki manga, read from right to left. In the first panel, Arslan and Etoile are falling, the sun is setting in the distance and there are clouds and mountains framing the scene. Next panel is a zoom into Arslan, the sun reflecting in his eyes. END ID

Other than Etoile, his relationship with Daryun is amazing. I don't really call it friendship though, I call it overprotective-dad-and-his-trouble-magnet-son.

16. A childhood headcanon: he was a super mischevious child growing up and it drove his guardians up the wall (but they loved him, everyone loved him, how can they not?)

21. When do you think they were at their happiest? I'm sure that Arslan has a lot of happy moments with his friends in the events of the manga, but I genuinely believe he was the happiest before he came to the castle. When he speaks of his childhood, he seems incredibly fond. To me, Arslan never struck me as particularily ambitious. He wants to be a good prince for his people out of the goodness of his heart, but being prince was not something he wanted. I feel that he hates the divide between himself and others that his status brings. I think he was happiest when he had not real status and was allowed to play with his peers without filters.

Thanks again for the ask! Have a wonderful day!

#arslan senki #i love my baby boi #ask

[piracytheorist]

A couple days ago @yumeka-sxf (thank you, again!) kindly sent me more spoiler-free manga panels since I needed another dose to keep sane. So part 5 of clueless reacting to manga stuff. Don't spoil me about them, please.

HHHHHNGGGG SOMFT

I see that blush there, mister. I see those soft, relaxed eyes. You're not fooling anyone (except perhaps yourself).

He's looking down, so is he talking to Anya? Bond? UGH I MISS HIM

Loid in a grandpa cardigan >>>>

I wonder what colour they'll make it. I think maybe a beige would suit him. Idk I'm not good with colour coordination I just see pretty colour and go !!!

Love the contrast, too. Twilight is all Cool and Suave Spy and Loid is like... Dad. Domestic Version, even.

Awwww Yor you deserve the entire world T_T

She just looks so sweet I can't. She's so patient with the shitty world she's been dealing with and wants to see the best in everyone.

And she's so pretty, too <3

What is she worrying about, tho!!

Don't answer!

MUNCHING GREMLIN

I can't decide whether I think she just ate a bite from Yor's food and is trying to stay alive or if she ate normal food and is just being her usual gremlin self, probably hearing a very interesting thought from someone. Or was caught eating cookies from the cookie jar. That's an appropriate face for that!

The way Bond blushes and sweats is so funny because dogs don't normally do that, but it's a strength of the comic medium that it can exaggerate things like that and give a non-human character much more personality. I love it. What is he even sweating and blushing about XD

#sxf #nette reacts

[strawberrycartt]

The way your art is so beautiful + the way you're able to portray emotions are both SO GOOD. Mammon and Madi always look so gorgeous but the way you can feel how tender they are with each other just from one panel alone inspires me to practice and get better <3 Artists like you who are so gifted at portraying cozy emotions between characters keep me going fr

Also your Majolish and Hocus Pocus ones are so unbelievably cute!!!! The way you can see a glimpse of Mammon and Solomon in the background of each🥺 I love art of like, their normal daily activities SO MUCH

Idk how to explain it but even tho your art isn't hyper realist style or anything, you really capture the essence of being alive. It's like drinking a warm cup of tea while wrapped up in a thick blanket.

Heya, sorry I'm getting to this a bit late-- some irl stuff happened that really hit me and I honestly didn't feel I could manage to write a proper reply but woah! You're too sweet. Don't think I deserve such high praise but I'll gladly take it haha

I love drawing things that are colorful and cozy.. Soft moments and stuff that makes me happy-- drawing is a way to hold onto that happiness and show it and share it. So I'm glad it shines through. What you said last about capturing the essence of being alive and the feeling of a warm cup of tea-- That's what makes art such a magic thing to me 💛 I hope I'll always be able to achieve it somehow.

Practicing and that discontentment and self doubt that also come along with the hobby sure suck but they are also what keeps us going right? lol

Hope you have a fantastic week, thanks again for the kind words (they made me smile)

#ask #replies

[weirdcat1213]

TRIMAX VOL 2 YEEP YEEP YEEP

time for the thoughts :D

chap 1:

-YES HES HERE :D

-ok when you think about thats brutal af, this is the worst nightmare of anyone who takes public transport

-:c hes so soft

-the fucker with the balls scared me >:v get out and leave my son alone

chap 2:

-legato eating lmao :b but creepy at the same time

-"no guys we cant destroy him anymore, just traumatize him" what a metal thing to order knives, you sicko

-OH I LOVE THIS SCENE

-vash is doomed to be driven everywhere hes like me fr

-aw he looks tired :c

-nightow honey.....thank you so much for this dumb joke lmao

-yes vash ofc your bf is hiding something but this is not the time to think about that

-oh wait i remember this chapt-...oh fuck

-*insert 98 vash yelling get me out of here*

-"demon priest" nice nickname for your bf

-OH WAIT DO THEY STRAIGHT UP TOLD HIM "he so your brother wants us to traumatize you, yknow the classic stuff" TO HIS FACE I FORGOT

-also NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-PLEASE HE JUST WANTS TO GO HOMEEEEEEEEEEE

chap 3:

-oh the title page of this one *chef kiss*

-OH MAN HES READY TO GET INVOLVED DID I MISS THAT THE 1ST TIME???

-ooooh the betrayal

-oh that line that tries to be a panel line is cool as hell

-...ok i yet dont get much from this battle but pretty cool nonetheless

-i got the final part tho

chap 4:

-ok i do respect samurai guy here tho, die with your principles ma man

-ah no its the timeeeee noooooooooooooo

-im gonna need a hug

-:c

-ok i need the hug now

-IM GONNA START CHEWING GLASS

-"im willing to die so you fucking realize you cant go around in life just running away" is raw af, but replying with "im not gonna shoot you cuz i want to fucking show you hope" is even worst

-NIGHTOW IM GOING TO YOUR FUCKING HOUSE AND after respectfully shaking your hand BITE IT

-the man who bears the role of savior with a smile while it hurts vs the man who bears the role of the murderer without an expression while it hurts...IT ALL JUST HURTS

-MY GIRLS ARE HERE

-AH NAHHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THATTTTTT

chap 5:

-nooooo stoppppppp :c

-something something, parallel with vash in a escape pod something, something tears

-I HATE LIFE ACTUALLY (the hc of wolfwood having regular nightmares is not even a hc, it actually happens)

-"we need 2 rooms" cmon dont be shy :3

-oh wait i love this chapter :3 even if it has the most unhealthy implications ever like vash omfg cant you just take a fucking break :)

-nah hes not ignorant of anything...hes just really stupid with a big ass heart

-ok i feel like im insulting vash too much rn, its the wolfwood pov mb

-hes so dead

-awww :3 im sorry for calling him stupid, he's just really nice in a world where mercy is basically being stupid

-vash is making the smallest and most pathetic noises and the guy is like "oh wow you can help me come up with a plan? thanks :D"

-woop

-i agree with rob but i also agree with his dad. this ties back nicely with the thing about considering killing people just because of family.

-i mean...yeah theres something deeply wrong with vash...those arent news i think

chap 6:

-wolfwood noooooooooooooooooooooo :c

-wolfwood dont *smack in the head* stop those thoughts rn

-i love wolfwood poking on the subject like "well at least i cant do that cuz IM HUMAN.....what about you vash hm?"

-AND WE LOVE A CHARACTER WHO DOESNT HAVE EVERY VALUE SET IN STONE :D vash ily and your search for an answer sm

-ah that looks pretty :D

-when i tell you THAT FUCKING SCENE HASNT LEFT MY MIND SINCE I READ IT THE 1ST FUCKING TIME. I FUCKING FREAKED OUT ABOUT IT CUZ I WAS SO FUCKING RELIEVED AND THATS ON MY TOP MEANEST THINGS NIGHTOW HAS DONE. AND THIS IS VOL 2 OF TRIMAX

-also lets go back to wolfwood "i don't have the right to hold you" vs vash embracing the hugs ONLY TO GET THIS. WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME NIGHTOW HUUHHHHHHH YOU MF-

(i dont think we'll get this or something similar in stampede but if we do...if we do i will bite people and that's a promise)

chap 7:

-SHUT UPPPP, WOLFWOOD KILL HIM

-YEAH CMON BABY

-im.....im so sad for him

-"the mind of a man is bleeding out".....yeah you can call him that ig

-oh shit thats how this volume ends??? fuck ig????

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #no one talk to me actually