#translate to razor language

[cherribet]

MAC’S VOCABULARY (or terminologies they used in game in alphabetical order)

(making this for my own sanity’s sake and maybe for others who need some help as well, as much as I like Mac, english language IS NOT my mother tongue at all, and so I was just lost in the sauce half of the time they were talking like a professional performing a thesis report)

🟢Accelerated - increase speed

🟢Accessing - approach/ to obtain

🟢Actualize - to realize

🟢Affection - to show fondness 

🟢Affirmative - agree

🟢Algorithm - problem-solving operation

🟢Analyze/analysing - to examine something 

🟢Anticipation - expects in a positive way

🟢Application - allows for the creation of both simple and complex documents

🟢Ardous -  very tiring /taxing 

🟢Arithmetic logic Unit -performs math & logic functions of CPU

🟢Articulate - to explain

🟢Available - is free/ accessible 

🟢Beneficial - advantage/helpful/useful

🟢Bluetooth - wireless connection (biegetooth)

🟢Booted up - to start/turn on  a computer 

🟢Browser - an application program for world-wide web

🟢Buzzing - full of excitement/tension

🟢Cache - a temporary storage for faster retrieval 

🟢Capacity - at a maximum amount

🟢Circuit - a path where electricity flows through 

🟢Circumstance - a fact that's relevant to the situation 

🟢Compatibility - two or more things to function together well

🟢Complimented - to give a good praise

🟢Comprehensively - is clear to understand 

🟢Concordance - in agreement (“do you agree?”)

🟢CPU - [CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT] “Brain” of the computer 

🟢Crashing - sudden failure 

🟢Dalliances - a casual romantic/sexual relationship 

🟢Data - an information stored in your computer 

🟢Debug/Debugged - to remove errors

🟢Decade - a period of 10 years

🟢Delicately - carefully

🟢Delighted - feeling or showing great pleasure

🟢Determine - to decide on something 

🟢Diodes - a semiconductor device, it allows current to flow easily (in Mac’s case it's probably like a train of thought)

🟢Disengaged - to separate 

🟢Disquieting - anxiety/worried

🟢Double-click- (yeah-.... double-click)

🟢Download - to transfer file to another device

🟢Efficiently - work in quick and effective way

🟢Ensure - to make sure/ is certain

🟢Enthusiasm - eager/ enjoyment 

🟢Excellent - great!

🟢Exceptional - good in an unusually high degree

🟢Exponentially - fast/rapid growth 

🟢Exquisite - beautiful 

🟢Extensive data - diverse information/ lots of information 

🟢Facilitate/facilitating - make action or a process easier 

🟢Fulfilled - satisfied or content 

🟢Gleeful - joyful

🟢Grinding - difficult/hard

🟢Groggy - unsteady/ dazed/ sleepy

🟢Hard drive - a long term data storage

🟢Humorous - funny

🟢Impediment - hindrance/an obstacle ahead

🟢Improving - to make something better

🟢Inane - silly/stupid

🟢Incessantly - repeats without interruption/ constant

🟢Incredibly - extremely/very

🟢Inference - an idea or conclusion 

🟢Innovative - new idea/feature 

🟢Inordinate amount - excessively large/ Too big

🟢Insight - understanding of a situation 

🟢Install -  setting up a downloaded file 

🟢Integrated - put two or more together to make something new

🟢Intentional - done with intent/ done on purpose 

🟢Interface/interfacing - talking Face to Face

🟢Invaluable - extremely useful

🟢Iterations - new versions

🟢Logical hierarchy - organize informations, concepts, based on their relationships and levels of importance

🟢Malicious - hateful/ done with evil intent

🟢Marginal - slightly/ just a tini-tiny change

🟢Megabyte-  measure of file size/ storage capacity 

🟢Metamorphosis - biological process of change

🟢Mildly concerning - slightly worrying/ worried 

🟢Objectively - noting personal but it's a fact

🟢Odious - unpleasant/not good 

🟢Offline world- real life/real world

🟢Operating system - a software on computer 

🟢Optimal - at best/ favorable 

🟢Organize - arrange in the right  order

🟢Ought - it is necessary 

🟢Outdated - old-fashioned/ not relevant

🟢overclocking - to boost computer performance/ run at a high speed

🟢Overheat- warming up

🟢Oversight - error/mistake 

🟢Particularly - specifically 

🟢Perpetually - constant/continues 

🟢Pique - interested (my interest is piqued-)

🟢Plenty - large/big amount

🟢precision - exact/accurate 

🟢Predicament - in a messy situation 

🟢Pressing issues - concerning/ there's a lot of problems

🟢Privacy - private place

🟢Probing - inquire/deep searching 

🟢Process - a series of action

🟢Processors - responds to instructions

🟢Profound - deep intellectual emotional insight

🟢Programmed - provide or coded in an arranged manner

🟢Programming terminal - a text-based interface 

🟢Progress bar -  a visual element while downloading a file

🟢Quite aware - self-aware of the situation 

🟢RAM - [RANDOM ACCESS MEMORY] where data is stored in your computer 

🟢Rebooting - to restrart 

🟢Reciprocal - given or felt by each toward the other is mutual 

🟢Reconvene - to come together/ to reunite again

🟢Recycle bin - temporary storage for deleted files (pile of ash)

🟢Regardless - anyways/despite everything 

🟢Ruminate - to think deeply about something 

🟢Sensitive information - data that must be protected 

🟢Sensual - enjoyment, sexual pleasure

🟢Session - meeting

🟢Significant other - (a term or nickname Mac uses for their partner, in an endearing way) 

🟢Software - program on computer

Example: “accessing each other’s software" (ability to use/interact each other)

🟢Sojourn - temporary stay or visit

🟢Sophisticated - experienced/advanced

🟢Source code -  a code created by a programmer 

🟢Substantially - great or to a large extent

🟢Superfluous - unnecessary/ not needed

🟢Symmetrical - similar or equal side to side

🟢Synapses - a junction between two neurons (where they can pass messages to communicate)

🟢Tab - allows users to switch between documents on the same window 

🟢Terabyte - unit of digital storage capacity 

🟢Terminology online - (it only showed a bunch of dictionary websites)

🟢Traditional - costumary pattern/performance 

🟢Transformative - a major positive change

🟢Unfortunately - sadly

🟢Update/updated - to modify an existing program

🟢Upgrade/upgraded - to replace program with a new version 

🟢Vocation - a strong feeling for a career

🟢Website - collection of webpages in a single domain

Also gonna add the computer updates Mac has been through the game mentioned:

Hoboken --> Atlantic city --> Newark --> Treton

[prettybbychim]

dunno how hot a take this is but i feel like genius invokation duels against npcs should give us a little mora lol or maybe a spot in the shop to trade tcg currency to mora lol

[vistovii]

𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

🌙hey there! last night, this vivid fantasy came to me. i want to share it with you!

𝐩.𝐬. english isn’t my first language, the translation of this text may not be accurate.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 & 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only, fem!reader x Phainon х Mydei, smut! (threesome, cunnilingus, double penetration)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,2k

𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭: you're hot stuff, thanks💛

The library of the Academy Grove of Epiphany was flooded with sunlight – playful and insistent. You sat hunched over an ancient tome on star spirals, feeling the weight of two very different stares boring into you. The tension between Mydei and Phainon hung thick in the air, as familiar as the dusty scrolls, stretched taut like guitar strings.

Mydei was fire incarnate. His perpetually messy hair looked like flame-red tongues licking the air, eyes the color of burnished copper sparking with cocky impatience. He leaned against a bookshelf opposite, clad in armor and fancy gear that shamelessly left his torso bare. His grin was a challenge, his movements sharp and wide.

"Y/N, you're not seriously planning to sit here 'til sundown, choking on ancient dust, are you? The Moon Gardens are unreal tonight... and deserted. Just the two of us. Well," his gaze flicked pointedly to the third occupant, mostly.

Phainon was his polar opposite. Cool, almost icy elegance. Silver hair perfectly styled, eyes deep as mountain lakes under a winter sky. His silhouette, ramrod straight in an immaculate blue-white uniform, was still, only the tips of his long fingers lightly brushing a book spine.

Without turning his head, he cut through the quiet air, his voice precise as a scalpel:

"The Moon Gardens are suitable for aimless strolls and idle chatter, Mydei. Y/N values knowledge. And the quiet you are so persistently shattering." His gaze, finally settling on you, was deep, analytical, full of an unspoken interest carefully masked behind politeness.

Their rivalry had been an academy fixture. Each vied for your favor – Mydei with crackling wit, risky expeditions beyond the walls, and lavish (if often ill-timed) gifts. Phainon with razor-sharp intellectual talks, perfectly curated books, his quiet, reliable presence, always ready to tackle the toughest academic snags. Both assumed you'd have to pick one. But today, a different plan had hatched in your mind.

You closed the book. The thump of the cover was startlingly loud, freezing both guys, their attention snapping fully to you. You looked up, first at Mydei, then Phainon. A faint, mysterious smile played on your lips, eyes gleaming with a mix of daring and sudden courage.

"You both try so hard," your voice was calm, laced with steel, "Mydei – to sweep me into your whirlwind. Phainon – to plunge me into the depths of thought. It's dazzling... and exhausting." You paused, seeing Mydei frown and Phainon's brow lift slightly. "Why..." you stood, stepping into the center of the invisible triangle between you three, "...should I have to choose between fire and ice? Wouldn't it be far more interesting... to blend the elements?" Your words hung, charged with a new, unexpected meaning.

Mydei's usual swagger faltered:

"Blend? Y/N, what are you...?" He shot a confused, quick glance at Phainon, who, to his surprise, looked not offended, but... intrigued. Those icy eyes narrowed, dissecting you, your stance, your expression, the subtext.

Instead of answering, you moved closer to Mydei. Light as a feather, you traced your fingertips along his forearm, feeling the muscles tense beneath.

"Your energy... it's infectious, Mydei," Turning to Phainon, your gaze locked with his piercing blue eyes. You slowly raised your hand, barely grazing his cheek. The skin under your fingers was cold, smooth, "And your focus... it's so deep." The touch made Phainon flinch almost imperceptibly, a crack in his usual reserve. You saw his pupils dilate.

"Imagine," you whispered, stepping back to see them both, your voice dropping low, husky, "how fire could warm ice... and ice cool fire... not destroying, but creating something new. Something... more." You challenged them with your gaze. "Or are you scared? Scared to find out what happens if you stop fighting over me and start... sharing?"

Silence descended, thick as fog. Mydei broke it first. A rough chuckle escaped him, but his eyes held no mockery – only shock, curiosity, and a dawning hunger to take this insane dare.

"Scared? Not a chance. But Phainon..." He threw a look at his rival.

Phainon slowly drew himself up to his full height. A strange fire burned in his eyes – disbelief, interest, and something else, deeply buried.

"Fear is irrational," he stated, looking first at you, then at Mydei, holding the latter's gaze a beat longer. "But an experiment... requires specific conditions. And privacy." His words were both agreement and question.

Your heart hammered. You nodded, speechless. The provocation had worked. The door to the unknown was cracked open. You took Mydei's hand – his palm was hot, slightly damp. Then you reached for Phainon. He hesitated only a fraction of a second before his long, cool fingers wrapped around yours with surprising gentleness. Linked by this new, thrilling, terrifying agreement, you left the library. Your footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, heading towards your private apartment.

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The fading sunset light, filtering through sheer curtains, bathed the room in warm gold and crimson. The air smelled of dried flowers in a vase and something else – thick anticipation laced with a hint of danger and irresistible pull. Mydei and Phainon stood facing each other like duelists, yet their gazes were locked on you, standing between them at the epicenter of the energy field you'd created.

You felt Mydei's excited, slightly ragged breathing. Phainon radiate controlled power. The pattern was broken; now it needed life. You stepped forward, towards Mydei. Lifted your hands, touched his face – his skin burned. He leaned into the touch, his copper-red strands falling onto his forehead. Your fingers slid down his cheekbone, to his lips, surprisingly soft, and you felt him shiver when your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth. His strong hands settled uncertainly on your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress.

"You always burn so bright, Mydeimos," you whispered, inches away.

"Only for you," the words rasped out before his mouth covered yours. The kiss was greedy, urgent, like lava flow, full of the raw desire he'd held back so long. His hands pulled you flush against him, making you drown for a second in his heat, feeling the sheer power of his passion.

Remembering the other participant, you reached back without fully breaking from Mydei, inviting Phainon. He didn't hesitate. You felt his presence behind you – tall, calm, radiating potent energy. His hands settled on your sensitive breasts – first cautious, questioning. Then firmer. His breath touched your neck, raising goosebumps in a contrasting wave.

"Phainon..." you breathed his name, pulling back slightly from Mydei's kiss but not moving away. You turned your head, meeting his icy blue gaze. You drew him in, lips meeting his.

If Mydei's kiss was fire, Phainon's was like plunging into the depths of a mountain lake – slow, exploratory, intensely focused. He moved methodically, precisely, mapping new territories of sensation. His fingers began tracing circles around your already hardened nipples, making you moan into the kiss, your head swimming.

Mydei, spurred by jealousy or excitement, found the clasp of your dress at the back. A moment – and the garment slid softly from your shoulders, pooling at your feet like a cloud.

Cool air touched your bare skin. Mydeimos froze, drinking in your curves, silent awe on his face. Then he sank to his knees before you. His hands circled your waist as his lips sought the skin of your stomach, leaving hot kisses and nips that made you shudder and press back against Phainon.

Time lost meaning. The room became an arena where bodies moved in a complex, unrehearsed, yet perfectly synchronized dance. Heat and cold didn't fight; they intertwined, amplifying each other. Mydei's touches were bold, demanding, claiming every inch of your skin. Phainon's touches were counterpoint and ally. Like a conductor, he guided your movements, anchored you during intense waves. He studied your reactions to the double assault, clearly affected himself. You saw his control fraying, his breathing growing ragged, his gaze darkening with unchecked desire when he watched Mydei touching you.

Three bodies, freed from clothes, moved in a heated tangle to the wide bed. Mydei, like living flame, pressed his hot, hard chest against your bare back, holding you tightly. One hand cupped your breast while the other slid down your stomach, towards the slick heat between your legs, his fingers teasing, preparing. His hips pressed against your ass, and you felt his arousal, pulsing heat against you through the thin barrier of skin.

Phainon stood before you, watching with desire-darkened eyes as the other man held you. Without pause, he knelt on the bed between your spread thighs, his gaze accepting this mad path you'd proposed. His lips found the inside of your thigh, kisses slow, deliberate, moving higher, towards the epicenter of your trembling. His tongue slid over sensitive folds, precise and relentless, drawing a sharp gasp and moan from you.

"Phainon..."

"This is what you wanted," not a question, a statement.

His tongue returned, more insistent now, focused on that most sensitive nub. Simultaneously, his thumb found your lower entrance, stroked over the tight ring of muscle, pressing with tender, undeniable firmness.

Behind you, Mydeimos groaned. His hands grew more demanding. His arousal, pressed against you, pulsed in time with his heart.

"Give it to her... give it to us..." his voice was hoarse with impatience.

Phainon made one last, devastatingly perfect stroke with his tongue, making your whole body jerk. Then he straightened, taking hold of your knees, lifting your hips, opening you completely. His gaze shot to Mydei – a silent command.

Mydei understood. You felt the smooth, hard, scorching length pressing against your slick, ready entrance. He entered first, sheathing himself inside your welcoming heat with one powerful thrust. A cry tore from your lips, your body arching, taking him in, feeling the full, stretching fullness. Mydeimos paused for a breath, his breathing loud, hands gripping your hips.

"Goddess," he exhaled.

But it wasn't enough. Your gaze, hazy with pleasure, found Phainon. He stood before you, not hiding his impressive size. He waited. Waited for your signal. Waited for your readiness.

"Join us, Phainon... Please..." you gasped.

It was all he needed. Phainon entered with agonizing slowness and infinite tenderness, allowing your body to adapt to this new, unfamiliar, tight embrace. The sensation was shattering: you were filled, stretched, pierced by two streams of energy. These two men became pillars holding up your universe.

You hung suspended, all three. Breath tangled in a single ragged rhythm. You felt every beat of their hearts inside you, every pulse, every inch of occupied space. This wasn't just intimacy. This was fusion. Complete. Absolute. You were the nexus, the point where two opposing stars collided.

Mydei moved first. Tentatively withdrawing almost completely, then smoothly surging back in, filling you again and again. His movements made your inner muscles clench. That clench caught Phainon, and he responded, finding his own rhythm.

At first, they moved out of sync. Mydei's thrust deep met Phainon's retreat, creating a vortex of sensation. Then their rhythms began to find each other. They found a shared tempo, a shared harmony where their movements didn't clash but multiplied your sensations.

The double onslaught was unbearable and divine. You felt their bodies fuse with yours, their energies twining inside – Mydei's fiery passion and Phainon's icy power. They were your anchor, your torment, your salvation. Moans became a continuous cry, your body arched, tensed like a bowstring.

The orgasm hit like a supernova. A wave of pure ecstasy, twice as powerful as anything you'd known, obliterated thought. Your body convulsed in the fiercest spasms, inner muscles clamping down on them both with incredible force. You screamed, deaf to your own voice, feeling your own contractions trigger answering groans and thrusts deep within. Mydei roared, his body locking tight, movements becoming sharp, involuntary, and you felt the hot, pulsing surge deep inside you. At the same moment, Phainon let out a low, choked groan, pressing his hips flush against yours in one final, deep thrust, and you felt a new rush of warmth filling you at the very core of your triple union.

Two parts of a complex equation had found their place within you, creating a perfect whole. Rivals vanished. Only you remained. Three. Bound now by an invisible, unbreakable thread.

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The first pale, tentative rays of dawn crept into the room, painting golden stripes on tangled limbs. The air was warm with mingled breath and the faint, sweet scent of closeness. You lay on your side, your back pressed against the hard plane of Mydei's chest. His arm rested possessively on your waist, fingers loosely gripping your skin even in sleep. Facing you, Phainon slept. Lashes trembled on pale cheeks, his features softened, serene. One arm was stretched out, his palm resting on your thigh. Even asleep, he radiated calm.

You closed your eyes, listening to the beat of two hearts – one loud and steady against your back, the other quieter but just as strong before you. Fire and Ice. Passion and Depth. Your provocation, your mad idea, had taken flesh. Option three hadn't been a compromise; it was the discovery of a new cosmos of sensation. You didn't know what came next, how you'd navigate this triangle under the academy's harsh daylight. But here and now, in the dawn's quiet, there was only one certainty: you hadn't chosen one of them. You'd chosen them both. And that choice, unexpected and bold, felt utterly right. The world had shrunk to this bed, to their breathing, to the soft sigh of wind outside the window, and the silent understanding hanging in the air.

[hibernatingflame]

[Translation] someone on bilibili summarised the Fables About the Stars Part 2 trailer in Razor language

it’s sending me

translation by me

[djarins-cyare]

✭ Series Masterlist ✭

Languishing in a dull and lonely existence on the forest moon of Endor after travelling there to help salvage Death Star wreckage, a nearly fatal encounter with a mysterious bounty hunter out in the forest heralds an opportunity to utilise long-forgotten skills and develop something more profound than you ever thought possible.

Second person POV, present tense. Set post-season 2, diverges from Canon events before TBoBF and season 3. This is a novel-length, exceptionally slow burn with an original plot, worldbuilding, and fully-developed characterisation. SWU concepts and lore are accurately researched.

WORDS: 406,700

PAIRING: Din Djarin x Female Reader/You

RATING: Explicit (18+)

CHARACTERS: Din Djarin, Reader/You/Female OC, Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Human Characters, Greef Karga, Cara Dune, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Peli Motto

TAGS: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Romance, Love, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Smut, Sex, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Relationships, Healthy Relationships, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Dark Past, Additional Warnings In Author's Notes, Bounty Hunter Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Touch-Starved Din Djarin, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Smart Din Djarin, Soft Dominant Din Djarin, Ewok Species, Mandalorian Culture, Mando'a Language, New Razor Crest, Thoroughly Researched, Worldbuilding, No use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took me almost a year to write and four months to edit/proof. Each chapter is prefaced with specific tags and (where necessary) warnings, plus word counts. End notes contain translations and comments… this baby is thoroughly researched, so I’m sharing context where appropriate. I’ve also added definitions of in-universe terms so people less familiar with the franchise won’t be left wondering what the hell certain words or references mean. This is a slow burn (adult themes), and although the explicit content only occurs in the latter half, when it does, it warrants the ���E’ rating. Basically, the first half is a love story, and the second half gets spicy. I hope you enjoy it!

READ THE COMPLETE STORY ON AO3:

(Chapters containing explicit content marked †)

Chapter 1: The Obstacle

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

Chapter 3: The Covenant

Chapter 4: The Snare

Chapter 5: The Strike

Chapter 6: The Groundwork

Chapter 7: The Genesis

Chapter 8: The Progression

Chapter 9: The Hide

Chapter 10: The Beast

Chapter 11: The Adjustment

Chapter 12: The Storm

Chapter 13: The Broadside

Chapter 14: The Intercourse

Chapter 15: The Village

Chapter 16: The Confession

Chapter 17: The Reprieve

Chapter 18: The Fortification

Chapter 19: The Ambush

Chapter 20: The Meridian

Chapter 21: The Homestretch

Chapter 22: The Union †

Chapter 23: The Overture

Chapter 24: The Crescendo

Chapter 25: The Harmony †

Chapter 26: The Cadence †

Chapter 27: The Ride †

Chapter 28: The Veneration †

Chapter 29: The Spree †

Chapter 30: The Tribute †

Chapter 31: The Courage

Chapter 32: The Feast

Chapter 33: The Exhibition †

Chapter 34: The Reward

Chapter 35: The Binding †

Chapter 36: The Synergy †

Chapter 37: The Match †

Chapter 38: The Flag †

Chapter 39: The Foundling †

Chapter 40: The Future †

Tumblr exclusive bonus scene: The Solace †

Tumblr exclusive NSFW alphabet: The Gratitude †

✨Additional Media✨

@burntheedges has written a spectacular little drabble detailing what Din was up to during the paragraph break near the end of Chapter 1 (*SPOILERS* you don’t find this out until Chapter 27).

@roughdaysandart has sketched a fantastic scene study of the end of Chapter 33, and it’s absolutely perfect (*SPOILERS* cliffhanger ending for the chapter).

@djarin-desires has created some awesome images of a few of the forest scenes using Midjourney.

Here’s a little bonus feature on how I created some of the more complex chapter images: Part 1 and Part 2.

Some anniversary ramblings on my writing journey and editing goals for Be-All, if you’re interested.

I spent a stupid amount of money on the Hot Toys official Din Djarin action figure, simply so I could photograph him in poses from my fic 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is just a taster of what’s to come, but here he is in Chapter 8, offering to help Reader climb onto the speeder.

🧡💚 Thank you for reading! 💚🧡

➤ MAIN MASTERLIST

[waywardxrhea]

Tuna-Tober Day 16 - Din Djarin

pairing: Din Djarin x fem!mechanic!reader

prompt: against a window

word count: 2,252

content: smut! MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY! nipple play, choking (not in great detail, just a mention), fingering, unprotected PIV sex, language (in Mando'a that i found on here so who knows if its correct lmao). some cute FLUFF that had me kicking my feet it was so cute lol

dividers by: @saradika-graphics

tuna-tober masterlist / main masterlist

mando'a translations

mesh'la - beautiful Osi’kyr - oh shit

Moons ago… 

You were walking to a drop site where you were going to get some parts for a ship you were fixing when you passed by something that had you doing a double-take. After rubbing your strained and tired eyes, you blinked hard as you focused on the ship across from you. It couldn’t be! Looking at the time, you noted that if you did just a quick look around the craft, you would still be able to make the meeting with your parts dealer, so you headed toward the vintage ship. 

The ship in question was an ST-70 class Razor Crest M-111. This type of ship was used during the days of the Empire, and you hadn’t seen one since you were a child. Your father had worked on a few now and again over the years, but they got more scarce as time went on after the Empire fell. The broken ships that people commandeered in the chaos were how your dad taught you how to repair them into better condition than even new. 

It was how you ended up on this far-off planet in the Outer Rim. Your shop was mobile, on a souped up ship of your own that was able to accommodate you and your clients’ ever-changing ship repair needs. This time, you were on Florrum for someone who needed a tune-up on a freighter, and what should have been an easy fix turned out to be more complicated than they let on in their original consultation. Nevertheless, you were able to get into contact with the people who had the parts you needed to make the necessary repairs. 

Which is what had taken you to admiring the Razor Crest in front of you. Doing a quick walk around, you noticed that whoever the owner was had added some upgrades of their own. The original laser guns were replaced with more powerful ones for starters. It made you wary of being around the ship because heavy firepower could mean that the owner wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with. You knew how important peoples’ ships were to them. 

As you stood looking at one of the side panels that had some wires poking out from what looked like where a deflector shield had failed, you heard heavy footsteps approaching. The unmistakable sound of a blaster being pulled from a holster met your ears before you heard a modulated voice say, “Step away from the ship.”

Putting your hands in the air, you slowly turned around to face the voice as you said, “I didn’t touch anything. Just admiring. And looking at this panel that needs repair.” When you turned around, you were face-to-face with a Mandalorian in shiny silver beskar who was hauling what looked to be a passed out man. “I-I see that you’re quite busy though, and I have to meet with someone for some repair parts for a Questor. Forget I was here,” you said quickly, not wanting him to pull the trigger on the blaster aimed right at your forehead. 

The man didn’t say anything nor did he move a muscle, but he also didn’t react to you turning and quickly making your exit, so you thanked the Maker as you tried to blow off the anxiety that had filled your entire body because of the encounter. Sure, there had been blasters pointed at you in the past over one thing or another, but the commanding presence of the Mandalorian had shaken you. Maybe it was the inability to see the face of the person pointing the blaster at you or the glint of the light off of the armor. Maybe it was the rifle poking out from over his shoulder or the many rounds of ammunition and explosives he had ready to use at a moment’s notice. Maybe it was the uncertainty of what happened to that man he was dragging along with him. 

Whatever it was though drove you to the nearest cantina after making more progress on the Questor you were tasked with fixing. The atmosphere inside was electric. It was the most lively place you had stepped into since being on this planet, and you knew lively and fun was just what you needed to relax. 

After a couple of drinks, you were finally starting to shake your anxiety when you heard from beside you the same voice from before saying, “I hear you’re the person to go to for ship repairs.” You tensed up for a moment upon hearing the voice, but the drinks in your system dulled the usually sharp edge of the guard you shielded yourself with. Looking over to the Mandalorian, you nodded silently. “Well, like you saw earlier, my ship’s in need of repair. There’s more than just cosmetic damage that I won’t discuss here. You’d earn more than your fair wages if you could fix it.”

And that was how you ended up traveling with the Mandalorian. Din Djarin. You learned quickly that he wasn’t all weapons and armor and intimidation. When he wasn’t in bounty hunter mode, he was a sweet and accommodating man who was fiercely protective of those close to him. Din had made space on his ship for all of your work supplies, and when he was gathering up bounties, you repaired ships in whatever area you were stationed at that day. 

Repairing the Crest was an almost daily occurrence and the main reason Din found himself tracking you down to another planet to ask you to travel with him. You thought the request odd at first, but after seeing the ship after one battle, you knew you needed to help the man out. On top of repairing the Crest as needed, you also helped take care of the spirited child Din found himself in charge of. Grogu. He tended to mess with things he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t usually anything a quick modification couldn’t fix. 

Living and working with someone on a daily basis had its way of pulling people close together, and no matter how much you and Din tried to keep things professional, your escalating feelings were inevitable. At first things started off physically when he found you in a compromising position in your bunk, thinking you had been hurt judging by the quiet noises he heard coming from the area. From there, things got more intimate. You noticed him ghosting his gloved hands over your arms as you worked around the ship, how he would put his hand gently on your lower back to guide you when you were both in the market for supplies, but especially in the way he called you mesh’la. You didn’t know how to speak Mando’a and Din never told you what the word meant, but even the modulator in his helmet couldn’t mask the fondness in his voice as he said the word. 

One night, the three of you were traveling on your ship to get parts you needed to fix the Crest. The dealer was clear across the galaxy though, so you were all in for a long trip. After getting Grogu to sleep and closing the door that held the bunks, you took a quick turn in the refresher. 

You came out with a towel wrapped around your body, having forgotten to grab your night clothes before heading in, but didn’t get too far before you felt supple leather caressing your skin as the towel was gently taken off of your body. The chill in the air made the hair on your arms stand on edge, and your nipples began to pebble, not only because of the cold, but because Din’s fingers were instantly on them the second they were revealed to him. 

A deep sigh left your chest as he began toying with your chest and a lazy smile made its way onto your lips as he began his ministrations. Because of the Creed, Din couldn’t take off his helmet around you, so you had never felt the pleasures of his mouth either for a simple kiss or more, further down your body. He learned how to get you riled up with his hands alone though. A few gentle caresses over your thighs, a gentle tweak of your nipples, and then a surprisingly light and sensual hand around your throat had your center begging to be filled in only the way he could. 

As your hands began making their way to the belt of his flight pants, Din began leading you to the front of the ship where you had a bay window that revealed the beautiful majesty of space flying past the ship. You gasped and arched your back as it hit the cold glass, and that gasp turned into a moan as Din slipped two now ungloved fingers into your core with ease. The smirk in his voice was audible as he commented, “Someone’s excited.”

“I have you giving me pleasure, of course I am,” you breathed, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you began pushing at the waistband of his flight pants. 

Before either of you knew it, Din had you hiked up and held against the window as his powerful hips thrusted into you, the angle something completely different and unfamiliar to you. It had your head rolling back and your jaw falling open in pleasure and your chest heaved as you let out sinful sighs and moans. As the blue and white lights of hyperspace flickered over your body, Din was suddenly filled with a feeling he had been fighting off since he met you and you began traveling together. Love. 

Without a second thought crossing his mind, Din whispered, “Keep your eyes closed.” 

“D-Din, what-?” you began to ask as he slowed down to a stop, keeping you pinned against the glass as you clung to his body. 

“Please. Just trust me,” he said. 

You nodded and kept your eyes closed as the sound of his helmet disengaging filled your ears. A quiet gasp left your lips before you asked, “Din, did you just…? The Creed-”

“Keep your eyes shut and you won’t have seen my face,” he said quietly, his true voice filling your ears. It was beautiful. Rich and sweet like a warm breeze washing over you. The words he said next hit you square in the chest and for a few moments you were lost for words. “Mesh’la. Beautiful. I love you,” he said in a breathless whisper before your lips were met with the gentlest of kisses. 

“I love you too,” you whispered against his surprisingly soft lips before deepening the kiss just a bit to test the waters. 

You were met with enthusiasm as Din kissed you back with fervor, finally starting to rock his hips into yours once more. When he did, you loosed a moan into his mouth as the added pleasure of kissing him completely heightened the pleasure he was giving you. “Osi’kyr! You feel so good,” he grunted out, his hand gripping tighter on your ass as he pounded into you. 

Any words you had to say in reply died on your tongue as Din switched from kissing your lips to your neck in a sloppy, open mouthed manner. The sensitive area getting attention was stimulating enough and had the coil in your core starting to tighten, but you began barrelling toward your high when Din latched onto your neck and sucked, surely with the intent of leaving a mark in his wake. He wanted to leave love bites all over you. They were something that would mark you as his. He wanted to be able to see the evidence of your intimacy throughout the week. For others to know that you were taken. 

He got so carried away in his mission to mark your neck, and only realized that you had hit your peak when the vibrations of a loud moan and a shout of his name were on his lips. The feeling of your core pulsing around him combined with the beautiful sounds, now unfiltered by his helmet got Din impossibly closer to his own high as you desperately coaxed his lips back up to yours so you could kiss him again. Your wanton moans on his lips drove him to his climax, and with a deep sigh, he filled you up, the pleasure sparking through his body unlike anything he had ever felt before. 

After a few moments of keeping you pressed up against the cool glass, Din lowered you down gently, your unsteady feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud. He began reaching for his helmet to don once again, but as if you could sense him doing so, you pulled him into another kiss before resting your forehead on his as you told him, “It can wait. I’ll keep my eyes closed. I just wanna kiss you. Please.”

And so he did. For hours, the two of you got lost in each other's lips. By the end of the night, you had been marked on practically every intimate area Din could reach, and you both learned how talented he was with his tongue. For that night, you kept your eyes closed, but soon after, you had found a suitable covering that Din approved of that you could wear when the two of you got intimate. You both had become addicted to the taste of one another, and you were way too far in love with Din Djarin to never kiss him again.

a/n: this turned out a lot fluffier than i intended, but you know what? it's kinda sorta very adorable! the words just kinda flowed out, but like...the hand on her lower back at the market?? i want it to be me! 🥰😭 i also didn't originally plan the love confession, but that just kinda came out too, whoopsie.

ps: yes, nearly half of this was plot, but to me, Din smut has to have some sort of plot leading up to it. i simply could not write it without a little background as to how we got here!

anyways! likes and comments are appreciated as always! xo, brooke <3

[nightwngz]

LIPS RED ENOUGH TO KILL A BIRD !

tim drake x fem!oc

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . smut. porn with plot. age gap (the original character is older for 13 years, but Tim is legal age), fem dominance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, the original character is a villain, probably this may have a part two. Teasing, oral sex, riding, dirty talk, fingering and hair pulling.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲… I had this idea a long time ago and I want to share it with you. On the other hand, I have a few pending requests, but I'm working on all of them, so don't worry. Enjoy, and I hope you like it. 🌷

She was probably the most attractive woman he had ever met.

Don't get him wrong, he could admire the beauty of a female villain without being completely attracted to her. But he swore he had never met anyone like Adeline, known to the Gotham Mafia as "The Queen of Hearts," so fierce and domineering that she could easily take your head off.

Batman had been in contact with her since Dick Grayson was Robin, and Tim had heard stories of her iconic fame throughout his training. She was even described as a woman who used her physical attractiveness as a method of hunting and getting what she wanted.

It was just a rumor. Until Tim Drake finally met her.

She was dangerous. Neither the Falcone family, nor Maroni, nor even Two-Face dared engage in illegal activity in the territories she protected. She ran every criminal organization in Gotham, and the rest were probably just her subjects. Because of this, she has always had an extreme rivalry with Batman, as they competed to be the most feared figures in the city.

And besides, Adeline was fascinated by the hunt, but Batman would never be her prey, but unfortunately the little bird would not have the same luck as the bat.

After a period of apparent inactivity by the Queen of Hearts, during which she was actually plotting in secret, the current Robin was forced to relinquish his mantle to Damian Wayne. Now an independent vigilante, he called himself Red Robin. It was at this moment that the Queen began to play her cards again and regain her influence as the most prominent figure in Gotham's criminal underworld.

These were reasons enough for Red Robin to be forced to investigate her.

It didn't take him long to realize that she was an incredibly smart woman. She managed every part of her plan to perfection. Thanks to old files, he was even able to learn that she built her own empire all by herself, without anyone lifting a finger to help her. She had easily earned her place in Gotham's underworld.

She and her clan were a cancer that Tim Drake had to eradicate from Gotham before it was too late.

Adeline returned to her penthouse that night, and Red Robin waited for her in the shadows of her living room. The apartment was so spacious that only an incredibly paranoid person would think someone was hiding there; she was probably one of those people.

She approached the long leather sofa, her red stiletto heels echoing on the floor with each step. The room was still dark and Tim stood at the far end, admiring her curvaceous, graceful silhouette as she sat down and lit a cigarette.

— Do you smoke? — She asked, aware of the vigilante's presence.

He did not answer.

— Mm... my doctor told me to stop. But it's the only way to calm my anxiety. Strange, isn't it? How many packs of cigars does a Mafia leader have to smoke to be completely calm?

Her voice was just like her: attractive, haughty, and most of all, sharp as a razor or even a playing card.

— You killed five men on the docks last week. I want to know why — He ordered, as if she was somehow obligated to give him answers.

However, she smiled with incredible superiority. Despite the distance, Tim could tell that her lips were painted with a deep red lipstick. She had an exaggerated obsession with the color red, but he couldn't blame her, considering how good it looked on her.

— You know very well, dear little bird, that everything in this world is governed by two things — She said, and started to walk towards the standing figure of Tim, who was standing on the mat in the room. —Love and money... and believe it or not, I am very selective about the things I lend, so you can already guess what happens when someone in this city owes me money for a long time. Bills are bills, Boy Wonder.

Tim was completely silent as soon as he heard the woman say his former nickname. How could she know that he was the former Robin?

— You're wrong about the nickname, Queen. I have no relationship with Robin, let alone Batman.

She approached without taking the smile off her face for a moment. She circled the man's figure, touching his hair with her gloved hand, teasing him.

— Don't try to fool me, Red Robin. I know everything there is to know in this city, which is everything. I know about you, how you were replaced. You were neither the first nor the last Robin Batman had, with the incredibly handsome Nightwing being the first and the red-hooded mercenary the second. If you lift a stone in this city, I know it. I have informants on so many sides, you probably won't know when you meet one. So don't try to play my game with me, I made it, and that's why I always win.

Tim felt like he was being devoured by Adeline's withering gaze every second. He felt cornered, contained, disappointed that he had underestimated her and believed that she didn't know everything about him, his past and his family.

— So... you probably know that I have been investigating you. I've been watching your every move for months.

She moved closer, so close that Tim could have sworn he felt her lipstick on his ear, and whispered:

— On the rooftops, in the windows of the buildings in front of this penthouse, everywhere I go, nothing escapes me, little bird. And although I've always loved the hunt, I must admit that this cat-and-mouse game you're playing is turning me on.

He wasn't quite sure how he had left her apartment that night without being attacked by her henchmen or her guards, but even though she was aware of it, Tim continued to watch her from a distance. He came to believe that the Queen of Hearts was so used to being followed that she didn't even flinch when she learned that she was a victim of it.

She went all over the city, from that fancy bar in Chinatown to certain abandoned businesses in the Warehouse District and finally to the same address as always: her apartment on the east side of the city.

From the moment Tim saw her through the large window, sitting on her couch, he knew Adelaine was waiting for him. With those black eyes, she seemed to be inviting Red Robin to pay her a visit. And under no circumstances could Timothy Drake refuse.

Adeline was not surprised to see the black silhouette in the room again. It would be a lie to say that she had inadvertently neglected the security of her apartment; deep down, she knew that Red Robin was trained to overcome even the tightest security systems. After all, he had been trained by Batman.

— You disabled the alarms. — He said, walking slowly toward her. — Were you expecting visitors?

A mischievous smile lit her lips. He noticed that she looked even more stunning than the last time, even though she was alone in a silk robe and classic red polish on her nails, enjoying a bottle of wine. Without a doubt, she was dazzling.

— Honestly, I was just waiting for you — She admitted, leaving Tim perplexed. — Did you enjoy spying on me from the rooftops today, as usual? This time it was even adorable; no man had ever shown that level of interest in me before.

Red Robin was distracted when he noticed a brown folder on the coffee table that appeared to be a collection of files. Confidently, he picked up the folder, eager to discover its contents.

— What is this? — He asked, lifting the folder so that the distinguished woman could examine it.

— Open it and you will know. No fear, little bird.

As he opened the folder, Tim froze. It contained a detailed file on himself: Timothy Drake Wayne. The document covered his childhood, the death of his parents, his legal adoption by Bruce Wayne, his career as Robin and additional details about his current alias. Unable to react, he simply studied the contents in silence.

Tim placed the documents back on the coffee table and watched her in surprise. He had profoundly underestimated Adeline, even going so far as to think he might be able to surpass her in intelligence and strategy.

— Believe me, I was also surprised to discover that the most influential family of millionaires in the city dressed up as vigilantes and fought crime. — She confessed, her classic red lipstick smile sending shivers down the young man's spine. — Though I must admit I wasn't surprised to discover that Bruce Wayne's third son was my stalker bird, I expected nothing less from a man as formidable as he.

Slowly, she approached him and motioned for him to sit down. Tim felt himself tense, aware that Adeline knew his secret identity. Now it was up to her to decide whether or not to reveal it to the world. He was sure that Adeline would not keep such a revealing secret without getting something in return.

— What do you want from me? — He asked. He was sure that even if she revealed his identity, he would not give in to blackmail or make deals with the mafia.

— Nothing from you. — She replied, approaching him and resting her hand on his knee — What Red Robin or Tim Drake may have is of no interest or use to me. To reveal your identity would expose you to my enemies, and I do not wish to do that. There is, however, something I can offer you.

He was on the verge of despair, convinced that he would have to reject any offer she made. But Adeline was breathtaking. He couldn't help but desire her and wonder what it would be like to feel her red lips and smooth, manicured skin. Her exquisite perfume almost intoxicated him. He knew he was behaving badly and would regret it later, but he thought he should not give in under any circumstances.

The next thing he knew, she was straddling him. Despite his attempts to pull away, Tim's body would not follow the commands of his brain. Instead, she placed her hands on his bare thighs and he closed his eyes, allowing her to devour his neck, leaving marks that would probably last for days.

Her robe had slipped down, revealing red lace underwear that immediately caught Tim's attention. Accustomed to her perfectly clothed body, she looked even more sensual than usual, half naked.

— I... — He hesitated, struggling to control himself. — I shouldn't.

Adeline pulled her lips away from Tim's neck and looked up at him with her classic mischievous smile, although this time her lipstick had smudged a little.

— You shouldn't, but you want to. And we both know you won't be able to resist.

Fuck, she was right. In her presence, Tim felt himself questioning his own intelligence. For a moment he decided to let her be right. After all, as she had told him, the queen of hearts always wins at her own game.

He sealed his lips with hers in a passionate kiss, accepting that he could not resist his urges. He kissed her with the intensity of one who surrenders at the last moment, and she reciprocated with the same fervor, allowing her tongue to meet his.

Tim soon realized that she was in control of the situation. Although they were both on the bed and he was naked, she remained clothed and dominated the scene by being on top of him.

— Fuck, what a good boy — She whispered, leaning down to kiss his chest and trace the contours of his torso with her lips. Tim shivered with excitement as he felt the brush of Adeline's lips on his defined abs, and then her tongue sliding along the curve of his waist. — But too impatient, I see.

Tim quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his face and muffle his moans. At that moment, Adeline descended until she was in front of his thighs and saw his towering erection, dripping with pre-cum.

A smile lit up her face. Gently, she began to caress him, instantly sensing the pleasure Tim was getting from her caresses and the woman's graceful movements. He moaned intensely against the fabric of the pillow and moved instinctively to pull her closer.

— Fuck, fuck... — He groaned, biting his lip.

Tim looked up and watched as Adeline stroked his hair, her eyes fixed on his body. Her hands moved gently down his cock, even going so far as to gently circle the head. From her perspective, the image was stunning; she had never been with a man in his twenties who looked so incredibly attractive. Despite his disheveled hair and the beads of sweat that accentuated his toned abs, he looked magnificent.

— Fuck, baby bird, you couldn't look hotter. — She told him, leaving short kisses on both sides of his inner thighs. — I want to devour you.

Immediately, Tim brought his hands up to Adeline's hair as she worked on his erection. Through her underwear, he could see the obvious wetness that showed her arousal. Meanwhile, she watched him enjoy her action and noticed the veins in his arms stand out as he held her hair.

Although she was an expert at it, she found it difficult to get something that big into her mouth without running the risk of gagging. Although the idea turned her on, she would not allow Tim to fuck her mouth. She was in charge, so things would be done her way.

— I'm going to cum. — He moaned loudly.

Since discovering her sexual attraction, she had found that she had a weakness for male moans. Tim's moans, however, were different; they were so hot that they completely captivated her.

— Hang in there like a big boy. — She said, pulling away for a moment to look at him — You'll have to fill me up later.

Tim was overcome with despair. He didn't know how long he could keep his cock in the woman's mouth before he climaxed and spurted down her throat.

He began to recall unpleasant moments in his life, hoping to distract himself and extend the time. After barely two minutes, however, he realized that he couldn't hold out much longer and that if she was going to fuck him, she should start now.

— Fuck me now, please. — He begged, almost crying. — I don't think I can resist much longer.

She paused for a moment and pulled away to remove the rest of her clothes. Then she approached him again and straddled him.

Tim watched her and was shocked to see her naked and realize how unbelievable it was that a woman like her was with him. Especially considering that although he was of age, she probably still thought of him as a young man.

— All right, baby bird. You've done surprisingly well. And for your good fortune, I usually reward those who behave.

Without thinking too much about it, she moved gracefully on his hips, allowing him to fill her completely. In a way, it was she who was enjoying herself, moving her hips to enjoy herself and at the same time to see him enjoying as well.

Tim struggled inside, aware that she was in control, but wanting to please her at the same time. He considered sliding his fingers to her pussy, and to his relief, Adeline moved to allow his touch.

As he had suspected, she was completely wet. Her clit responded immediately to his caresses, causing her to tremble with pleasure, which made her moan softly. Meanwhile, Tim caressed her throbbing clit with his fingers while Adeline's hips continued to move on him.

— Who assured you that keeping your identity secret would be free, little bird?

[tamamatango]

HAPPENING……MAYBE!! (Addressing the anime rumors + Keroro’s birthday plan revealed)

*holding my hand out toward you with sparkles framing me* Let’s take copium together!

Not the post I was planning to make next, but here’s a sudden update for a couple of reasons. Some very exciting rumors which you may very well have seen have been floating around for the last day or so, and while I was initially hype as fuck to corroborate it as fact, there’s a little asterisk to the whole thing that I wanna tack on before we shit our pants too much. In addition, the official accounts have revealed what they’re planning for Keroro’s birthday this year, and while it’s not that closely related, I might as well cover that too.

So, a summary of what alleged info just came out:

A typically reputable anime news/leak account, SugoiLITE, shared yesterday that the Keroro anime series is planned to be broadcasted in Spring 2025, and a new movie is planned for 2026. However, the only publicly verifiable info hinting toward this is a recently released interview in an anime magazine with animation director Fumitoshi Oizaki (from the original series, and was also credited on April’s PV), where he describes the series and movie projects but does not specify the series name. This info is per another credible reporter, blogger ryokutya.

Now, here is my translation of Oizaki’s quote as presented in the post: “Details haven’t been made public yet, but I’m working on a series to be broadcasted next spring. Concurrently, a movie scheduled to be released in 2026 has also started production.”

Sadly, the blog post does not specify which anime magazine this was in, so I don’t have the full context for the interview or the question asked. I checked a few table of contents from recently released anime magazines and didn’t see Oizaki’s name in any of them. My hunch is telling me that it’s Newtype, which doesn’t have a digital version, so there’s no feasible way for me to have it that quickly. So yeah, we’re kinda stuck with that quote floating in the void for now.

I can’t go too deep into it so you’ll have to trust me on this one, but I’ve got a little knowledge myself about roughly how and from where anime leaks usually get sourced. It is very possible SugoiLITE does indeed know this information in advance, but it’s also equally possible he only saw this same quote and extrapolated the most likely scenario from it. If it is the latter, I’d say he made a pretty safe bet anyway.

In the quote, what I chose to translate as “concurrently” can also mean “in parallel”, so the interpretation I’m getting is that the spring 2025 series and 2026 movie are connected and being developed in tandem. Ryokutya also guesses that the work in question is Keroro since it does have a project announced. I’ve speculated that the new series will air in either spring or summer next year for a while now (BNP has a mysterious gap in their schedule, with two series airing in January and the Gintama spinoff announced in late 2023 being pushed to October). A movie in 2026 also make a lot of sense, since it’s the 20th anniversary of the first movie. Oizaki does work on other franchises with recent relevancy, such as Kaleido Star which had its 20th anniversary in 2023, and some works in the Shigeru Mizuki-verse like Akuma-kun and last year’s Gegege no Kitaro prequel. But given the specific language in the quote and just Occam’s razoring it down to the fact that we know Keroro is getting things already, I think this double feature is pretty likely what’s going on. Maybe it’s the hopium talking, but it’s certainly not a reach (trust me I’ve made reaches before I was here for the nothingburger that was the anime’s 15th anniversary).

Okay, tl;dr: Given the one available source we have and the credibility of both reporters involved, I think there’s a pretty good chance the anime will really be next spring and there will be a movie in 2026 as people have been corroborating. But the probability that this is an educated guess and the probability that it’s confirmed are pretty much equal at the moment. So get excited! But not too excited. Just like a bit above average excited. You may draw the party popper pull string back about three quarters.

When I first started drafting this post, I was looking forward to saying that we’ll likely find out next month what the truth is, knowing that today the official accounts were going to reveal what this year’s Keroro birthday celebration is. But…they explicitly stated there will not be any new anime info at the event they have planned. Booooooo. Well, here’s what we are getting:

It’s actually not a physical event like they held last year. This time, they’re commemorating Keroro’s birthday with the first episode of a new live radio show called “Kero! to Radio”, featuring Keroro’s voice actress Kumiko Watanabe and Tamama’s voice actress Etsuko Kozakura. It will be broadcasted irregularly on the official Keroro YouTube channel, and next month’s premiere will be here. There will be various different segments of the show which feature messages and questions sent in by listeners. Submissions are sent in via the program’s Onsen page, which also has details about each segment. You do need an account to send messages, but I don’t think a Japanese address is required unless you want to enter the optional raffle. I’ll play around with it later and potentially do a separate post going more into the show’s structure if that’s something people are interested in (obviously you need to know Japanese to really get anything out of this, so I’d like to gauge if it’s worth it first).

While it’s disappointing that there seemingly won’t be any news about the new anime revealed on the legendary birthday, it’s pretty neat to have another VA radio show. It seems like this is sort of following in the footsteps of Keroro and Giroro’s Earth Invasion Radio from back when the original show was still airing, although Keroro Channel also had been doing its own livestreams featuring the BNP/Kadokawa staff running the channel giving updates about the series’s various collabs and stuff (the majority of these episodes were done before the new anime announcement). It’s unclear if this is going to replace those or not; this is quite different structurally. It would be really cool if they rotate the voice actors out each episode and change the segments up a little since the broadcasts are irregular anyway. I guess we’ll have to wait and see!

*Exhale* All right, that’s enough yapping for today. I know the wait for more concrete details on the anime has been excruciating, especially now that we have a very tantalizing possibility dangling right before our noses. But if spring really is the airdate, it can’t be too much longer now. We already waited over a decade—what’s a few more months, right? Heh heh... (I’m dying Squirtle.)

[ifuckingloveshipping]

Ok Here One

freminet and fischl

fairytale loveing outsider who Use fiction as a form of escapism

And Also Shy losser X Out Going losser

Love this !! XD

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Fischl x Freminet

the person who submitted the ship is allowed to vote !!!

Here're my headcanons, mostly inspired by Genshin Wiki:

"Clutching his knees, the only thing that gave him solace was reading fairytales." - Freminet, Character Story 2

Fischl would read some of her favorite fairytales to him, maybe even "Flowers for Princess FIschl", and later they would roleplay as the characters together

"Flowers for Princess Fischl" would get a new character, a knight or a horologist, perhaps, made in image of Freminet <3

"Those who manage to adopt her speech mannerisms when they respond to her will find she is both delighted and bashful, and praises their language-learning ability." - Fischl, Character Story 2

Freminet would try his hardest to learn the way Fischl speaks so that they didn't have to rely on Oz for "translation". He would even try to speak in the same manner as her, at least in his letters to her <3

I imagine that at some point he will get so comfortable with "Fischl language" that he won't notice when he switches to it and it will confuse the hell out of Lyney and Lynette as well as create many funny and embarassing situations

"...Freminet's heart was gradually becoming numb. Orders filled the void and became like a clockwork spring driving him forward." - Freminet, Character Story 2

Both Freminet and Fischl disassosiate as a way to cope, though Fischl is getting better at using other coping mechanisms now. She would definetely notice Freminet disassosiate and would try to get him out of that state. They would come up with a different coping mechanism for him and when he's with her they would practise it.

I think that at some point Fischl would travel to Fontaine and when she's there she would talk to Lyney and Lynett about Freminet's disassotiation and how they can help him deal with it (what signs to look for, how to get him out of disassotiative state etc)

"His habit of avoiding problems, his worry that he would not complete his tasks well, his fear of annoying people with his lack of enthusiasm, and his dread of disappointing others — those who meant something to him, most of all..." - Freminet, Character Story 2

Freminet is scared of being too much and refuses to be vulnrable with other people. Fischl, on the other hand, is okay with showing her feeling to people she's comfortable with. She would come to Freminet for support, be vulnrable with him, and that, unintantionaly, will help Freminet open up to her as well (not too much, but progress is progress)

He would also meet Fischl's friends, Bennett and Razor, and see how trusting they are with each other, which will promt him to share some of his troubles too.

I also think that Lisa will become an important person in his life, a gentle, motherly figure that is comforting and understanding. She would clock his disassosiation instantly, since she has experience with it (she was the one who helped Fisch)

"Fischl, you are my wonderful princess and my proud daughter. You shall never surrender your nobility and dreams." - Fischl, Character Story 4

"Freminet, you are my wonderful prince and my proud friend. You shall never surrender your nobility and dreams." - Fischl to Freminet, trying to encourage him when he's at his lowest.

This phraze means world to her and sharing it with Freminet was a huge ordeal since she never brings up her past, let alone her parents.

She also used this phraze as a way to soothe herself:

"...she often felt lonely and sad. At these times, she would remind herself: "I am Fischl, my daddy's wonderful princess. It's true, because Mommy and Daddy said so..." "Never will I surrender my nobility and dreams, for they are... a princess' rite of passage." - Fischl, Character Story 4

which is the reason she thought it would help Freminet

"The Prinzessin will come to understand someday that each moment of her life, no matter how insignificant their little twists could be, is to be treasured." - Flowers for Princess Fischl: Phantasmagoria

I think that Freminet has the same issue of not valuing his life. They would learn to treasure each moment together <3

"A beautiful melody jingled away between them, and seeing Freminet's innocent face light up with pure joy, a rare smile broke out on his mother's, too." ... "It had long since rusted and could no longer produce sounds, and the clockwork components seemed to have been stained dark brown by dried blood." - Freminet, Character Story 3 and 4

Freminet still carries the pendant on him and humms the melody it once had played. Once, Fischl caught him humming it as he was fixing Pers. She loved the melody and asked him where he knew it from. They've know each other for a while at that point and Freminet felt comfortable enough to share his past with Fischl, so he told her that it's from the music box his mother used to have and that she's passed away.

Fischl felt symathetic. She thought about the pendant for weeks before coming up with a plan. On Freminet's birthday she met him with an oportunity he couldn't turn away: make a replica of the pendant. Lisa had already found a person willing to do the job and Fischl had saved up enough Mora to pay for the whole ordeal, how could he say no? Freminet had spend a while with the cylinder record producer getting the melody just right, and after he and Fischl made a replica of the pendand / music box itself. In the end, it didn't look exactly the same as the original, but Freminet didn't mind, it had Fischl's and his touches and that was just perfect. The melody reminded him of his mother while the design lingered of Fischl, and even Lisa in some places: his new family.

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Amazing ship, writing these headcanons only made me love them more <3 thank you so much for submitting !!

[cursedappendage]

Slay the Princess Extras(TLQ, TSM, Echo) in Japanese

<<Vessel Names Part 1(Chapter I & II + Razor III & IV) <<Vessel Names Part 2(Chapter IIIs) <<Part 3(Narrator, Princess, Voices)

OK So, I touched on the Narrator last post, but as we know, His true identity is actually that He's an

Echo エコー[Ekoo] (Echo)

Again, English word. He is what's left of the guy who made

The Long Quiet 永遠のうつろ[Eien no Utsuro] (Eternal Hollow)

永遠(Eien) means eternity, forever. うつろ can mean cavity/void/hollow, like the physical endless space of nothingness of the Long Quiet. But it can also mean something blank/empty/vacant/hollow, in reference to expression, voice, heart, stare, etc. Like how the Long Quiet's character blankly stares at the Princess with "hollow eyes(うつろな目)" in the Princess and the Dragon. People can be described with having a blank face as well(うつろな顔), which I assume TLQ usually has on. In the Heart of the Shifting Mound, when asking the Princess what she'll call you, the harsh Princess will call you "Hero", the JP version keeping that with 勇者(yuusha). But the soft Princess shortens your god name "The Long Quiet" into just "Quiet", to which the Voice of the Hero responds "I guess that's always been us, hasn't it?" In the JP version, she shortens 永遠のうつろ(Eien no Utsuro) to just うつろ(Utsuro), again, meaning blank/hollow. The Long Quiet uses the first person pronoun 僕(boku), in similar fashion to the Hero, Broken, Opportunist, and Hunted. Out loud to the Princess, he refers to her with 君(kimi, "you"), which has far too many nuances depending on context. But to name a few, it can be used to someone of lower status(like a condescending boss to an employee), between people considered close, and in writing to give more literary/poetic feel. Also may be associated with masculine language, although not exclusively masculine.

Ok your other half

The Shifting Mound 変化する塊[Henka-suru Katamari] (Changing Mass)

変化(Henka) means change/transformation. It's also the word used when the Narrator says she is the concept of Transformation itself. 塊(katamari) means lump, or mass, I'm guessing this is their translation for "mound". Though 塊 can also refer to a group/crowd(of people), which definitely fits the Shifting Mound's appearance. In a similar fashion to the Adversary, EotN, Fury, and Wraith, the Shifting Mound uses 1st person 私(watashi) and 2nd person お前(omae), that + her argument style, she can come off as demeaning and "above it all". When the vessels speak in her arguments, they use their respective pronouns. Also in the "leave with the Shifting Mound as gods" ending, when she says "I love you", the text is in English. The font isn't even the same as the English version, she just says "I love you." in English. I'm not sure the significance of it, cuz in the other endings like the "Leave with Princess(heart of shifting mound)" endings, the "I love yous" are translated "愛してる(aishiteru, "I love you")", "私も愛してる(watashi mo aishiteru, "I love you, too.") So I don't know why TSM specifically says it in English.

Ok, I don't remember if there was anything else I was gonna type. Soooooo I guess that's it for now. If y'all wanna know something specific about the JP translation like a line or joke or anything just lemme know and I'll try and find it/explain it.

<<Vessel Names Part 1(Chapter I & II + Razor III & IV) <<Vessel Names Part 2(Chapter IIIs) <<Part 3(Narrator, Princess, Voices)

[pillowbugs]

silly hypothetical: one day, for whatever reason, tpc decides that all trainers have to be assigned a type specialty, no matter how unfitting it is. there is no such thing as multitype. this retroactively applies to every single trainer in the pokémon games.

all this just to ask - which singular type would you assign to ingo?

(justifications for each option under cut)

*note: throughout these small justifications, i refer to sneasler together with ingo's team, given that unlike the others in the 'questionably connected' category, its connection to ingo is very well-established. while i do admit that sneasler wouldn't be undeserving of her own exclusive category (s-rank, s for sneasler) i'd prefer to keep this already long section from getting even longer.

steel

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: excadrill, klinklang, magnezone, probopass

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: garbodor (razor mouth), haxorus (axe); chandelure (chandeliers were made of metal) and alakazam (spoons) if you really want to push it)

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: escavalier

ingo's most common type by far. which makes sense - trains have a strong association with steel, to the point that the term for railways translates literally to "metal roads" in a few other languages.

excadrill and klinklang can be considered his signature pokémon; the latter is the only pokémon explicitly shown under his ownership in the manga, while the former is paired with his base form in pokémon masters. in fact, the battle subway's hub being named gear station could also reference klinklang's evolutionary line. consider that klink is a pair of twin gears that represent gemini in the canon unova horoscope, and the subway bosses, well.

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ground

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: excadrill, gliscor

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: crustle, boldore, probopass - albeit all are rock-types, and hence only under consideration for how interchangeable these two types are conceptually

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: kleavor (off-type)

what this type lacks in raw numbers, it makes up for in iconicity. gliscor is ingo's ace pokémon in legends: arceus, while excadrill, as mentioned above, is paired with him at base in PMEX (which means ingo's base unit is a ground-type pair in this game). trains are land transport, after all, and subways are explicitly railways in the ground.

EDIT: also, earthquake. slipped my mind earlier, thanks for reminding me!

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ghost

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: chandelure

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: sneasler (is extinct), probopass (based off mo'ai), accelgor (is sneaky), gliscor (is spooky in concept)

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: basculegion, wyrdeer (off-type)

chandelure alone manages to make ghost worth considering, as ingo's most notable pokémon; featuring heavily in the anime, being the only pokémon from his former team to be mentioned in L:A and finally being paired with him for his sygna outfit in PMEX (as a ghost-type pair).

that, and he's goth with a frightening team. he'll fit right in.

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poison

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: garbodor, sneasler

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: gliscor (known for its venom, poison heal, learns toxic), chandelure (passively saps life), accelgor (is a squishy slimy bug), tangrowth (giant plant)

sneasler alone, being the holder of the toxic plate, would've been enough to make poison a worthy consideration, but even better is that ingo does canonically actually use another poison-type in garbodor, and has the non-poison-type CEO of toxic as his ace.

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rock

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: crustle, boldore, probopass

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: excadrill (drills through rocks), sneasler (climbs rocks), gliscor (clings to rocks), machamp (moves rocks), haxorus (lives in a cave)

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: kleavor, gurdurr

this is a type that has managed to show up in ingo's team a surprising amount (2nd most behind steel), but never gets the limelight. which is especially notable considering how many of his team's species are known for interacting with rocks, and sandstorm (his and excadrill's niche in PMEX) was meant to be primarily for rock-types.

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bug

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: crustle, accelgor

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: gliscor (is a scorpion), tangrowth (is a plant), machamp (has 6 limbs)

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: kleavor, escavalier

you know how unova has 3 bug specialists, 2 of them are final bosses and 1 of them is ingo's brother? what if we made another one? what if we went "screw it, ingo babysits all the joltik in gear station-"

at any rate, bug does show up quite often between the subway bosses' teams, especially when counting PMEX-exclusives. honestly deserved, considering their home region is known for being the region where bug-types actually had a chance to shine.

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fighting

pokémon with this type on ingo's team: machamp, sneasler

pokémon who aren't this type, but could be justified as an off-type for flavour reasons: haxorus (axe)

pokémon that are questionably connected to ingo: gurdurr, kleavor (off-type, axe), escavalier (off-type, knightly with lances)

there is definitely a valid connection to be made with all the fighting-types showing up around ingo. especially considering his purpose in L:A is to help others train to be stronger - the classic arc for many fighting-types.

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[vistovii]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… 𝐘𝐎𝐔. (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏.)

🥀hey there! the joy of meeting Aventurine in the latest quest inspired me to write this little story for you<3 (check my profile for part 2)

𝐩.𝐬. english isn’t my first language, the translation of this text may not be accurate.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 & 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ only, fem!reader x boss Aventurine, smut! (cunnilingus, fingering, squirt)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,3k

𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭: darling, my muse lives in your eyes as they read these words... until our paths cross again ♥️

Your path within the Interastral Peace Corporation was like navigating an asteroid field - fraught with peril, demanding surgical precision and ice-cold calculation. You soared not on the wings of luck, but on backbreaking labor, a mind sharp as a scalpel, and an almost manic drive for perfection. Your reports were hymns to efficiency, your strategies - audacious gambits in the corporate wars, your execution - flawless. And then, one day, his gaze, sharp and calculating, lingered on you.

Aventurine. The name itself was a promise of dizzying heights and fathomless depths. He personally invited you to become his right hand in the high offices and shadowed corridors of power. Working with Aventurine meant living in perpetual high-stakes tension under the sweet yoke of his expectations. He demanded the impossible and got it, often with your aid. You became this man's indispensable instrument, honed to a razor's edge, anticipating moves, reading between the lines of his curt commands. His "shadow"? No, more like a reflection in a perfectly polished mirror - just as cold and dangerous.

But within that danger lay an intoxicating drug. The adrenaline rush of a deal closed, the triumph of an outmaneuvered rival, the barely-there nod of approval from him - it became your oxygen. And his attention... it was like the most exquisite dessert after a long fast. A gaze lingering on your new dress, an offhand compliment murmured during report analysis.

"Your insight is particularly sharp today," Aventurine's hand brushed your back, lower than etiquette allowed. Each such touch left an invisible brand on your skin, smoldering beneath layers of professional restraint.

Tonight, you stood before the door to his private penthouse - not the corporate apartment, but his personal sanctuary, a place you'd been invited to for the first time. The pretext was formal: discussing a corporate takeover demanding absolute confidentiality. But formality crumbled to dust the moment the door slid open silently, revealing your boss.

Aventurine stood in the doorway, bathed in soft, golden light. Gone was his usual impeccable suit. Dark, almost black trousers hung loosely, paired with a deep wine-colored silk shirt, unbuttoned just enough to reveal his collarbones and a hint of chest muscle. His blond hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd just run a hand through it. In his multicolored eyes, reminiscent of a peacock feather's pattern, burned the familiar fire of ambition, but softened, more... intimate.

"Punctual as clockwork. Come in," his voice was low, velvety. Aventurine stepped aside, letting you pass. The scent of expensive liquor, leather, and something subtly spicy - his own signature scent - hit you like a wave.

The penthouse interior was the embodiment of Aventurine's aesthetic: luxury distilled. Cold marble, polished metal, vast floor-to-ceiling windows framing the night cityscape, glittering like scattered jewels. Nothing superfluous, nothing accidental. Like the man himself.

Discussion of the deal began immediately at a low table by the bio-fireplace. You were flawless: numbers, risks, strategies - laid out with crystal clarity. Aventurine listened, reclined in his chair, fingers slowly tracing the rim of a crystal glass filled with dark ruby liquid. But his gaze wasn't fixed on the tablet's graphs. It studied you. Your lips forming words, your hands gesturing with familiar precision, the line of your neck and décolletage revealed by your perfectly fitted dress.

"Exhaustive, as always," Aventurine finally spoke when you finished, "You turn chaos into symphony. A rare gift." He rose, moving towards the bar, his movements fluid like a great predator's, "Wine? Or something stronger?"

"Whiskey. Thank you," your voice sounded steadier than you felt. Inside, everything was colled into a tight, trembling knot of anticipation.

Aventurine poured two glasses. Instead of sitting opposite, he lowered himself onto the wide arm of your chair, so close the silk of his shirt almost brushed your shoulder. As he handed you the crystal tumbler, his fingers lightly grazed yours. A spark shot through your skin.

"You know..." he began, "I've always admired that core of steel within you. Under pressure, amidst entropy, you don't bend; you make circumstances bend to your will." Aventurine took a sip, his eyes sliding from your face to your lips, "It's incredibly alluring."

"Resilience is part of the job, Director," heat flooded your cheeks, spreading lower.

"Aventurine. Just Aventurine," he corrected softly, yet insistently, "It's just us here... and that incredibly dull project we've just successfully buried." He smiled, and this smile held none of his usual mockery. There was warmth, mingled with the same ambition burning in his eyes, "I'm weary of projects, reports... and masks."

He slowly raised his hand. You froze. Aventurine's long, elegant fingers touched your cheek, a feather-light caress brushing aside a stray strand of hair. The touch was searingly tender, a stark contrast to the strength you knew he possessed. Then he tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"I want to see what lies behind that perfection," Aventurine whispered, the words sweet and intoxicating, "I want to taste the fire that burns inside you. The one you control so meticulously." The distance between you vanished, but he didn't kiss you immediately. His palm slid down to your neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point throbbing beneath your skin. It was simultaneously a declaration of power and an inexpressible caress.

"Say 'no' and I stop. Right now."

But you couldn't. Didn't want to. Years of admiration, fear, desire fused into one blinding flash. Without a word, your body shifted a millimeter forward, bringing your mouths together at last.

It was like falling and soaring simultaneously. The blond man's lips were softer than you expected, yet no less demanding than he was. The sharp tang of whiskey and the essence of Aventurine himself flooded your senses.

He broke the kiss as suddenly as he'd begun: "Not here," in one fluid motion he lifted you into his arms, forcing a sharp gasp from you as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

Gently settling you onto the soft leather sofa, Aventurine leaned over you, bracing one arm on the backrest behind. His free hand slid to your thigh as his lips left searing, wet kisses along the sensitive column of your neck, making you shudder.

"Aventurine.." your voice was foreign, breathless with desire.

"Say my name again," he demanded, his hand sliding higher under the hem of your dress. Then his fingers found the zipper at your back. Slowly, without taking his burning eyes off you, the man drew it down. The fabric parted, revealing skin that shimmered in the half-light. Aventurine's gaze grew heavy, appraising, as if unveiling the most priceless lot at auction.

Leaving you clad only in delicate lace, he knelt before you, his hands beginning a tender exploration of your stomach and ribs. His lips touched the hollow between your breasts, then kisses and light nips trailed slowly downwards. When his tongue traced your navel, a soft moan escaped you, your fingers tangling in his silky blond hair.

"You're exquisite," Aventurine's voice was husky, "Every line... every curve..."

Without breaking eye contact for a second, he continued his devastating descent to the edge of your underwear. Skilled fingers hooked into the last barrier, and a kiss touched the most sensitive, intimate part of you. The scene felt like an indecently sweet dream. Aventurine, high-ranking executive of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, one of the Ten Stonehearts, was on his knees before you, hungrily devouring every inch of your slick cunt.

His tongue was a precision weapon, knowing your vulnerabilities better than any foe. Every flat stroke over your clit, every deep plunge within, made your body arch in a silent scream. You tried to breathe, but the air burned, turning into ragged moans he immediately caught with his mouth, amplifying the vibration. And then, just as waves of pleasure began to crest over you, his hand - the very one that signed million-credit contracts and shattered careers - slid down.

Two of Aventurine's long fingers found your entrance with ease, making torturous circles, gathering wetness, stretching, preparing. You cried out as the first finger plunged deep and sure, finding that spot inside that made the world narrow to bursts of light behind your eyelids. He gave you no respite, adding a second. The deep, measured rhythm of his fingers inside perfectly synced with the work of his tongue and lips outside. It was the highest mathematics of pleasure - every movement calculated, every flex of his finger serving one goal: to bring you to the edge and hold you there, teetering on the precipice. In those multicolored eyes, still lifted to your face, you read not just desire, but admiration for his own mastery and power over you. Look at me, that gaze seemed to say. Look how you come undone. And you looked, powerless to turn away, feeling the tension coil low in your belly, becoming unbearable until…

Climax hit like a shockwave, shattering every barrier of self-control. Your body convulsed in the pure, unfiltered ecstasy of release, a gushing torrent of sweet, colorless nectar flooding around him. Aventurine didn't stop for a second, his fingers relentless, his tongue drawing out every last drop of pleasure, prolonging the spasms to the razor's edge between pain and bliss. Only when your body went limp, utterly spent, did he slowly, with a barely audible sound of satisfaction, withdraw, his fingers slipping free. His face glistened, slick with your essence.

Aventurine rose from his knees, his dominant frame blocking the light. A different fire burned in his eyes now - impatient, predatory.

"Damn, you drive me wild, Y/N," he rasped, running a hand through his hair before lifting you to your trembling feet. You melted into a kiss, demanding, full of your taste and his unwavering intent. Then, stripping away the last shreds of your lingerie, he turned and sat back on the wide sofa.

"On me," his voice was low, rough with passion, brooking no argument, "Facing me. I want to see everything."

Guiding you astride him, Aventurine helped you position yourself, your knees bent wide on either side of his hips. He was still fully dressed, only his fly undone, freeing an impressive, straining erection. His hands gripping your waist lifted you, positioning you over his cock. The head, slick with your arousal and his pre-cum, nudged your entrance.

"Take me," the command was intoxicating, "Take all of me. Completely."

And you obeyed, craving your final surrender. He entered you, relentlessly stretching and filling every fold, every corner. The sensation was overwhelming - the pain of unfamiliar fullness and size instantly transmuting into indescribable bliss. You threw your head back, a guttural moan tearing from your throat as Aventurine sheathed himself to the hilt, pulsing deep within you in time with your frantic heartbeat.

"Aeons... You're scorching," he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers digging into the skin of your waist, "And impossibly tight... even after."

Even after he'd brought you to climax with his mouth, your body accepted him with resistance, with an inner trembling that drove him mad.

"Move," Aventurine's voice was guttural, "Show me how much you've wanted this. All this time."

At first hesitantly, shyly, you began to move, lifting yourself on trembling thighs just a centimeter before sinking back down, feeling him glide within you. Then the hands on your waist began to assist, guiding your rhythm, pulling you down harder, forcing you to take him deeper.

"Yes... just like that..." Aventurine watched you like the most captivating spectacle in the world. Eyes full of hunger roamed your flushed face, your breasts heaving with your movements, lingering on the place where you joined, where his cock disappeared into you and emerged again, glistening with your mingled wetness, "You were made for this. To take me. To be mine."

His words spurred you on. Now you moved faster, bolder, finding the angle where the friction became unbearably sweet. Your fingers dug into the silk of his shirt at his shoulders, then into his blond hair. Leaning forward, you pressed your forehead to his, your breaths mingling - hot, ragged.

"Aventurine….. I.." you couldn't form the words, couldn't say you felt the peak building again.

He understood. One hand shot down between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen, hypersensitive clit and pressing hard.

"Come for me, Y/N," the words were a gunshot, "Come on my cock. Right now. I want to feel it."

The wave you'd been holding back with your last strength crashed over you with savage force. Your body clenched around him in a series of convulsive, uncontrollable spasms, far stronger than the first. You cried out, clutching him, feeling your own release soak his trousers.

At the same moment, his arms locked around you like steel bands, crushing you against him so you couldn't move a millimeter. His hips jerked upwards, driving into you with renewed force, and you felt the hot rush of his seed filling you deep inside. Two peaks merged into one in a vortex of mutual destruction and rebirth.

Gradually, the convulsions subsided. Breathing evened out, turning into heavy, ragged sighs. You slumped against him, utterly spent, hearing the frantic beat of his heart matching your own.

Aventurine was silent. Only his fingers traced slow patterns along the line of your spine. Lips, damp and hot, brushed your temple.

"Y/N," name was almost a whisper, "Stay with me. At least tonight." His voice held a note of vulnerability you'd never heard before.

The man stood, holding your naked body tightly against his, and carried you towards the bathroom. Beyond the glass windows, immobile and glittering, the city continued its endless dance of lights. A blind witness to this night where the walls between boss and subordinate had finally crumbled.

Amidst the penthouse luxury, only the warmth of skin, the salty taste of sweat on lips, the heavy, synchronized breathing, and the silent question remained: What awaited this story, now that the mirror of perfection lay shattered, and the dessert had been served?..

[dobbie-doo]

m.list/rules

✧ Hello everyone on my acc, before you subscribe to me I want to say and warn that there will be NSFW content here, as well as ANGST, sometimes I will post funny things and pictures from Pinterest / share cases from my life. English is not my native language (in general, I'm Russian girl lol) and I use a translator, so if you find errors in the text, let me know!

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WHAT I CAN WRITE

✧ Yandere characters

✧ fem!reader and fem!characters

✧ Dark Content [ Sans the topics listed in the next category. ]

✧ Reader Insert

✧ Gender Neutral Reader

✧ Oneshots/Scenarios/Headcannons

✧ Poly relationships [ why not?]

✧ Fluff/Comfort

✧ Hurt/Comfort

✧ NSFW

✧ Reader with a certain personality trait [ e.g. shy, cold ]

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

✧ Suicide. No? just no.

✧ Male Reader. Sorry guys, but I will write exclusively about a female reader.

✧ I will absolutely not write for incest / stepcest, p*dophilia (obvs 💀), scat/piss kink, daddy kink, ddlg, petplay. I will add more based on changes.

✧ I absolutely won't write for any character who carries the appearance of a child regardless of age (ex, qiqi, nahida, etc) cause it's disgusting.

✧ Omegaverse (do I need to explain?)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

[ The names in bold signify characters that I'm most interested in writing.]

──── ✧ GENSHIN IMPACT

✧ al haitham, scaramouche/wanderer, dottore, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, aether, dainsleif, kinich, diluc, cyno, zhongli, , kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley, il capitano, arlecchino, navia , lumine , nin guang , raiden ei.

✧ please feel free to ask questions (if you've followed all my rules)

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wanderer - that beautiful night 18+

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scaramouche - you are a light of eyes of mine

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Drown You

note: this is a translated fanfiction (portuguese to english) of my authority that i wrote this year as an exercise on my wattpad and i thought "why not post this shit on tumblr?" the fandom is already dead so lmao

WARNING: that is a 18+ fic, it has some hard themes — that i dont remember now — but is NSFW and very messed up mind of my OC!reader (read however you want,i just hate writing with the nomenclature of y/n) NO USE OF Y/N BTW!!!!!!!!!

always good to remember that english is not my first language, and i poorly translate it all with my broken-ass english guys✨

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synopsis;

"The beach — the only childhood dream Ethan still held dear. Now he was here: salty sea on his lips, sun burning his skin, and the same old hatred pulsing through his veins, mixed with sweat and the smell of those who deserved to die. But then she appeared.

There was something about her — in her eyes as dark as a hangover, in her smile that promised blood and other forbidden flavors. An ally? A trap? It didn't matter. She touched her fingers to his wrist, light as a razor cut, and whispered something that made his heart beat like a hammer against his throat.

Suddenly, the line between revenge and desire blurred. He wanted her as much as he wanted her on top of him, fighting him. And worst of all? She knew. She knew and she liked it — the way he trembled, the way his teeth clenched when she leaned too close, the fire she lit in that rotten part of him that could still feel pleasure.

Now, they were two monsters at the edge of the sea, and Ethan was no longer sure who would devour whom."

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doce veneno N.A.D.A.B.O.M

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See you next time—; oneshot

FYOZAI | words: 2,576

One of my older ideas, written before much was clear (including Fyodor's Ability) and while Fyodor and Dazai were imprisoned.

Ever since the beginning, I've been thinking about how Dazai got his Ability and who his parents might be, so I've snuck my own concept into the story.

Please note: there might be translation errors.

Summary: It's about the childhoods of three geniuses and offers an alternative to Dostoevsky's plan.

I

The corridor seemed endless as he ran down it, straight into the arms of darkness, leaving behind a broken dream. With each step, courage vanished. Uneasy breaths tore through the air. The beating of his small heart disturbed the silence; like a monster trapped within his body – he could clearly hear its menacing growls, and fear wrapped him in a cold embrace. Mingling with the wind, it enveloped him tightly, and the little boy shivered. He brushed his finger against the cool wall. He turned his head and fixed his gaze in the darkness, where two figures flickered. Emerging from it, they approached, step by step, with faces devoid of emotion; he had come to recognize the masks of these people. And the darkness stretching before him, into which he always entered, wanting to escape them as far as possible, was also well-known to him. The corridor swallowed him as he ran through it amidst the silence broken by the whistling of the autumn wind, among the sounds of footsteps accompanied by calls.

The old building of peeling red brick sank into impenetrable darkness along with the labyrinth of its corridors and tiny rooms, where other children slept soundly, unaware of the cruelties behind the doors. The seemingly endless corridor, lined with an old carpet interspersed with red patterns, did have an end. By a huge window, divided by wooden muntins, amidst withered plants stretching along the wall line, figures submerged in darkness took shape. The boy recognized their voices, their faces, their white uniforms. It was nothing new. He fought every time, still hoping, but nothing changed since his family had enrolled him in the school from which there was no escape. Everyone remained deaf to the cruelty unfolding within its walls, for what else could you call what happened at night? Sometimes, the next day, some students didn't show up for classes. And they never returned to their desks.

The corridor was a witness, but it concealed the crime, shrouding it in darkness.

Lonely, from the beginning of his existence, he lost every time, forcibly thrown into that white, small square room with three benches and a blackboard, which he had tried unsuccessfully to forget for years. The fear that always embraced him in this corridor did not let go for a long time. It squeezed tightly like a mother holding her child, whispering that everything would be alright. But it wasn't.

And perhaps it was never meant to be. With feigned concern in her voice, the older woman asked why he was crying, and when he didn't answer, she patted him on the head, laughing that he was a big boy now and shouldn't behave like that.

They pushed him into the room, and he landed on his face right in front of the table where a black-haired boy sat with a pensive expression, chewing on the end of a pencil.

"Aren't you tired of this yet?" he asked, without taking his eyes off the scribbled papers. "When will you finally understand that what you're doing is pointless? Give up and stop causing everyone trouble."

Although he wasn't a native Japanese speaker, his Japanese had become surprisingly fluent and irritatingly textbook-perfect since the last "session," as the evening meetings were called. The thing was, when he arrived at the facility a month ago, he didn't speak any language other than Russian.

A girlish voice, sharp as a razor, echoed him: "He's right. Because of you, they always keep us here longer. You could start cooperating if you don't want..."

The fair-haired girl, whose delicate features betrayed that she wasn't from here either, deliberately fell silent, realizing they were being watched and that saying too much could cost them dearly. A scornful pout bloomed on her pretty face. The Japanese she used was just as dull and correct. Although she had shown a basic understanding from the beginning, it was only recently that she had begun to communicate with her surroundings to this extent. Just like the boy, she was able to absorb new vocabulary and grammatical structures quickly after the recent sessions.

Transcranial direct-current stimulation at the appropriate frequency had significantly improved her memory. And most importantly, she hadn't gone mad like many people before her whose prefrontal cortex and temporal lobe – crucial for short-term memory – had been treated with electricity. After shocks of the same intensity, these individuals often became delirious or simply died. This was how it was discovered that the bodies and organs of the Ability Users were much more resilient than average. This formed the basis for further research into their strengthening, so that in the future the government could use them as weapons. Of all the children in the facility, only these three turned out to be the most suitable research subjects, which is why it was decided to focus on them the most and, at the same time, treat them as gently as possible, tempting them with the prospect of a better life, which was, in reality, a nasty irony...

However, not everyone would be thrilled with the prospect of spending their life chained all day to someone whose mere touch triggered pain reminiscent of burning skin.

"How I hate you all..." their younger companion mumbled, still lying on the floor. He rolled onto his back and glared angrily at the ceiling. "You act like such obedient hounds... I'm not like you... Tomorrow I'll hide better, and they won't find me until morning!" he exclaimed, excited at the very thought.

A voice from the loudspeaker interrupted them, announcing the end of the break.

Mary Westmacott

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Shuji Tsushima

After reading out the students' names, a man entered the room and with a gentle smile explained what today's tasks would entail. They had only themselves to blame. They were creating monsters. And the monsters were soon to roar.

The elite boarding school their parents had sent them to was nothing more than a cover for an international government research project on the Ability Users.

Years later, Dazai would wonder if his parents knew about it and had deliberately sent him there... The reason he would never ask them was his almost one hundred percent certainty. It happened shortly after... well. He turned out to be dangerous. He was deemed a threat that needed to be studied and tamed. Today, thinking of himself that way only amused him. What irony! With an Ability that should never have harmed anyone, he killed his mother, nullifying her own when she tried to protect him. That's how he found out he even had one, but it was a discovery that cost him his childhood and, as a result, his home. It was on his grief-stricken father's decision that he spent his days at the facility, taking general lessons during the day like hundreds of other students, and at night... At night, he entered another world where he and others like him were painfully reminded of the difference between them and the rest of normal society.

At some point, he stopped feeling human and, unfortunately for humanity, began to feel like a God.

His father never visited him again, probably hoping that during one of the sessions his son wouldn't come out alive. Like dozens of other Ability Users individuals who were locked away in the underground and designated for research to find out what their special powers were. And whether an ordinary person could also possess them. The pain was often unbearable. His body bled constantly. Even then, he was forced to wear bandages. It was discovered that his Ability not only nullified but, above all, absorbed other Abilities, which did not remain without effect on his body. They cut him open, trying to unravel this mystery, until his body was completely covered in scars. He tried to escape for a long time. The corridor seemed endless as he ran down it almost every night, straight into the arms of darkness, leaving behind a broken dream. He probably survived only because he eventually stopped caring. Death appeared to him as a liberator, until the thought of it, nurtured for years, pushed him to something that was to remain shrouded in silence forever. A binding oath that was never spoken aloud.

His own sin.

"Next time we meet, will we still be friends, or perhaps already enemies?" Fyodor wondered aloud, his dead gaze fixed on the flames devouring the complex of buildings from every side.

The screams of people burning alive echoed like a ghostly melody across the deserted area, where there was nothing but dark forests stretching in every direction. Before anyone gets here, fire trucks or ambulances, everything will burn down. Only ashes and scattered corpses will remain under this beautifully starry sky. No one who could tell what happened within the school walls will survive.

They had been preparing for this day for months. The plan was exhaustingly perfect. Nothing had failed. Every possibility, even the smallest and most absurd unforeseen one, had been analyzed to develop a backup scenario and be able to implement it immediately. They were monsters who should never have been in the same room.

People had only themselves to blame.

They had created them.

And now no one would be left.

"Who said I even intend to?" Shuuji scoffed, stepping past Fyodor. "Our paths diverge here. From now on, I don't know you. Nor do you know me. We never met. And this" – he gestured towards the fire – "never happened, got it? I'm getting out of here. I advise you to hurry too. It's better if they think we're dead."

"Did we... do wrong?" Fyodor asked suddenly, staring blankly at the spectacle unfolding before him. His spectacle. They could have just run away, without taking so many victims with them.

He couldn't name the feeling that washed over him as he watched the display of flames dancing merrily before him.

"They were the ones who did wrong first. We just helped them along," Mary replied, shrugging her small shoulders. It wasn't anything she could regret. "They won't hurt anyone anymore. And those students... they were already dead a long time ago. We saved them."

Saved them... Shuuji laughed out loud at these words. "Am I hearing things? Are you going to have regrets now, Devil?" he disbelieved, remembering who had first come up with the idea and told them about it. "It's only a few hundred people. I'm sure that with your Ability, you'll kill twice as many, maybe even much more, in the coming years, and you won't even shed a tear, used as you are to the sight of people dropping like flies."

Fyodor sighed, pushing aside all doubts in an instant. "Thank you. I feel better now. You've reminded me that I finally won't be forced to listen to your pointless babbling from morning till night..."

"Don't look for me if you happen to miss me."

He had no idea how he had endured five years with someone like Shuuji, who during that time had been literally tied to him and forced to control his Ability. That bond later became his curse. One person couldn't bear the full madness of another.

Later that same day, he and Mary boarded a plane, leaving behind with relief the mess that the flames would long consume but not completely clear, as he would come to realize years later.

II

They say every truth is better than the most beautiful lie.

Dazai could neither lie nor tell the truth. He chose silence. And even sitting across from Dostoevsky in the cramped white box that eerily resembled the room where they were locked up almost every night, he didn't betray how terrified this place made him. False confidence shone in his eyes, and his voice was calm, untouched by any emotion. Did Fyodor suspect?

"So... tell us, what's it like being an obedient hound working for the government?" he uttered these words in the code they had been using for some time.

"Are you planning to blow up the whole world now?" Dazai laughed, genuinely amused. He immediately calmed down, remembering how eagerly Mary Westmacott, now better known as Agatha Christie, had wanted to wipe Yokohama off the face of the earth, not caring that her two classmates were in the very center of the fight against Shibusawa. How sweet. She would be capable of it. Now she had the position and the means.

"With your help," willingly.

"Yare, yare... I probably should have guessed earlier that you two were behind this," Dazai sighed, tilting his head back. "A perfect world without the Ability Users, huh... Thanks for the invitation, Dostoevsky, but this time... I'll pass."

"Why? Isn't this what you dreamed of? You gave us the impetus, and now you're turning away from us?"

Disappointment at the answer he had received was evident in his words.

"Malice is the last pleasure I allow myself in farewells, Dostoevsky. I literally burn bridges without looking to see if anyone is standing there... If they are" – Dazai fixed a dead gaze on the man sitting in the cell opposite him – "they'll burn with it."

Sometimes the hardest duty in life was silence... Eventually, Dazai grew tired of running and chose a more comfortable life where he only had to bear the consequences of his actions. The Mafia had long been a safe haven where he could hide, but when he gained a purpose, that same Mafia began to be an obstacle. He had to change something. To be able to save people, he started working for the government, which had previously taken his childhood and continued to do so to other kids even after the entire facility went up in smoke. New ones quickly sprang up dealing with similar experiments, and although he couldn't shake off that unpleasant thought, he could reconcile himself with it and place more importance on the present. He was Ability User. No matter what he did, that label would never leave him. He would forever be different, cast aside. Just like the other Ability Users. So why not focus on something much more pleasant in life than constantly being in opposition and striving for a perfect world that doesn't exist?

He asked himself this question, and the answer surprised him.

"I've accepted my fate, Dostoevsky. I think it has finally dawned on me that what I'm doing is pointless. I've given up and stopped causing everyone trouble."

The expression on his former colleague's face upon hearing these words was reward enough for him.

"You didn't think you'd hear these words in the cell where you've now been thrown, did you?"

Fyodor stretched his lips into a cynical smile.

"Indeed, you are malicious, Dazai..."

"Thank you. I learned from the best."

That day, Fyodor learned the answer to the question he had asked years ago, watching the spreading fire consume the government building complex. He learned it the moment he saw Dazai in the cell. However, they didn't become friends... The detective had come here to guard him. On the orders of the same government that had first concealed his criminal evidence and then brought it to light as a pretext to imprison him alongside him. Truly, like an obedient little dog...

The Devil was alone. And only for a moment did he not feel lonely – when he played chess, even imaginary, with the man across from him. He had the impression that this feeling was mutual.

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