#trying to get thangs under control

[circus-clangen]

Just spent the entire day standardizing not only the moon headers and backgrounds but the tags on EVERY SINGLE POST, which now ALL follow the pattern of “circus something”:

#circus puzzle - All puzzles. NOT hidden lore bits, but things intentionally meant to be puzzles. #circus solved or #circus unsolved will indicate whether or not the puzzle has been solved, BUT NOTE that there are NO puzzle solutions with the #circus puzzle tag, so if you haven’t yet solved any puzzles and want to, you’ll be able to do so spoiler free!

#circus moon - All moon updates. Recommended way of reading the comic

#circus ask - All asks

#circus fan - Fanart, but more broadly just Circusclan-related art or content made by anyone other than myself

#circus lore - Majorly lore relevant non-moon posts; basically important bits of lore that get revealed in asks and the like

#circus fun - Non moon/ask/lore related. Stuff like human designs

#circus cast - Refs, major life events, and introductions for characters

#circus hypocast - Circusclan fan characters!

#circus hypokits - Circusclan hypokits!

#circusclan’t - Nothing Circusclan related. IRL stuff or personal art

Characters can all also be looked up by name, as each name has a tag. Note that if a character is a “paw” or “kit” in the post you’re looking for, they will be tagged “clownkit”, “tigerpaw”, etc.

PLEASE feel free to let me know if you think I should add any more tags or if a specific post has a wrong tag!

[mellowyellowdaydream]

Study Break

A/N: here’s a quick little thang 😉 not proofread cause I don’t have the time lol but hope y’all enjoy! I’ve been busy moving with my little fam up into the mountain!

Word count: just over 3k

Rating: mature audiences only because of mature themes! 18+!!!!

Warnings: smut(obviously), readers in control, so sub!dean?????, p in v, sorry if I missed anything

Summary: Y/N Singer helps Dean take his studying more seriously, hopefully

It was a humid summer day in Sioux Falls, almost all the windows were open to help pull in the breeze from outside. Minimal clothing was worn because well it was too hot and humid.

Bobby was out on a one of his rare cases, probably helping Rufus is a state not too far from here. Never being too far from home base.

Sam was sprawled out on the couch,his long legs dangling off the couch because of his size, with a book covering his eyes. Snores spilling from his mouth. He must have been up all night going through lore books. Y/N thought looking at the Sasquatch of a man.

Y/N and Dean were seated side by side at the big desk in the room. Surprisingly Dean was stripped down to just a plain black tshirt and his jeans. Y/N was in a pair of black torn up short shorts and fishnets, as well as a black cami top with the little lace edging and small rose in the center of the hem by her breasts. Y/N was always surprised that Dean was still somehow cool enough in a thick pair of denim. But then again it would be really weird to see him in shorts.

Dean was flipping through the book in front of him. Starting to get huffy because unlike Sam or Y/N he didn’t like to fill his free time with lore or research. He huffed one more time and then slammed the book shut. Resting his face into his palms, them rubbing soothingly over his eyes.

“What’s wrong Dean?” Y/N asked, her eyes not leaving her book, every once in a while scribbling something into her notebook.

“This is boring. Can’t we go out to the shop, I’m sure you could use some help on your truck.” Dean offered hoping they could sneak away.

“Dean, my garage would be an oven right now, maybe later once it’s cooled off.” Y/N answered, still flipping and scribbling away.

“Fine.” Dean said leaning back in his chair, taking a look at Y/N.

Mhhhmmmm that shirt does wonders for her, and those shorts-fuck. Don’t even get my started on her tights-what I would give to just rip through em here an- no Dean no dirty thoughts. Dean said admiring her but then stopping himself because he didn’t want to cross an unvoiced boundary of his.

Don’t fuck Y/N under her fathers roof. Because for some reason it felt like Bobby would find out and then once again it would be Dean’s ass.

“Why are you staring at me?” Y/N asked, feeling the weight of Dean's gaze.

“I’m not staring, I’m admiring sweetheart. There's a difference.” Dean said trying to justify his actions, adjusting himself in his chair.

“Ok Dean, sure.” Y/N said, pushing hair back and off her face. The little stray hairs sticking to her forehead.

“Why don’t we try something? Hmm, you trust me?” Y/N offered to Dean, finally looking up at him. Meeting his playful gaze.

“What do you have in mind?” Dean teased.

“Get a room!” Was grumbled from the book over Sam’s face.

“With pleasure!” Y/N said, getting up and stretching her body. The small pops and cracks making her release a small moan.

Which didn’t go unnoticed by Dean, him squirming in his seat. Y/N grabbed her notebook and started to exit the library area of the house, stopping in the doorway waiting for Dean to follow. She simply turned to look at him and just raised an eyebrow.

And when he realized she wanted him to follow her, he scrambled to get up, his chair doing an awkward scrap against the floor in his rush to stand. He met her at the doorway while she led him up the staircase, it shifting under their weight as they ascended.

Her room was at the top of the stairs and to the right. Posters of her favorite bands were taped to the door(think Siouxsie Sioux, Duran Duran, Korn, Slipknot), with the obvious angsty ‘keep out’ sign. She kicked open the door for them, and waited to close it after Dean. Flipping on the ceiling fan to help circulate the air, opening the one window that was by her door. A small breeze hitting her in her face.

He obviously made a beeline for her bed because it was not only inviting but it was like heaven on earth with how comfortable it was and that it smelt like Y/N. Which was dried roses, tobacco and something musky. He loved it, and wanted to just choke on the smell if it meant he would die happy.

Dean flopped down into the fluffy comforter face first so he could nuzzle to the pillows and blankets. He was too distracted to notice Y/N walk over to her small stereo in the corner to pop in one of her many cassette tapes. The soft melody of Dark side of the Moon by Pink Floyd filled the room as she crept over to her bed. Tripping on a pair of her forgotten platforms making her stumble and hit her toe on the bed frame.

“Son of a bitch!” Y/N said hobbling over to her bedside, sitting down to run her exposed toe.

“You ok?” Dean mumbled from the pillows.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t need to be amputated.” Y/N joked, climbing on the bed. She walked on her knees until she was straddling his waist from behind. Her journal still in her hand, that was now resting on his back.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, wanting to flip over to look up at her.

“Well you need to learn more about what’s out there so I thought I could help you.” Y/N said matter of factually, poking her finger into his back muscle.

“And how are you gonna do that?” Dean asked, shifting under her slightly.

“I have my ways, now what do you want to learn about? I think Sirens would be interesting.” Y/N said starting to flip through her journal until she found the page she wanted.

“Fine, can I at least turn over?” Dean sighed, pushing up slightly. Y/N slipped off and let him turn over.

Once he was laying one his back Y/N swung her leg back over his waist, noticing a slight bulge starting to make its presence known. Deans hands found her thighs to rest on, his fingers picking slightly at her tights and loose strings from her jeans edge. She rested her hands back on his chest with her open journal.

“Alright sweetheart. How are you gonna help me remember Sirens?” Dean asked, his eyes drawing lines up and down her body. Admiring the position they were in. His hips making a quick roll to get closer and more comfortable under her

“Well it’s a surprise, but first I gotta do something.” Y/N said, a little smirk gracing her face. She gave her hips a testing roll, raising her eyebrow at Dean.

He just looked at her in awe-because no matter how hot or humid it was here he wanted to be closer to her. He wanted their skin to stick together, all sweaty. She looked like a work of art from his point of view. Her hair somewhat messy and thrown up on her head, random pieces of hair sticking out and falling from her bun. She had no makeup on, not wanting to fuss with the extra layer in this heat. But there were remnants of some black rubbed around her eyes making them pop from her paled skin.

Dean traced his hand from her thigh up her side, tickling slightly as a small smile graced her face. His hand didn’t stop when his finger felt all of her necklaces, different charms and gems dangling from different length chains. He finally stopped when his fingers started to brush her jaw and face.

She just smiled and rolled her hips again, looking deeply into his eyes and she bit her lip. “Little” Dean making himself very well know-even though he was anything but little.

“I think we have too many layers on for what I want to accomplish here.” Y/N said starting to unbutton her shorts hoping Dean would get the hint.

He caught on quite quick and reached for his own jeans, Y/N climbed off so she could wiggle the shorts down her body. Dean wiggled his jeans and boxers off while he laid down, very eager for what was gonna happen. Kicking them somewhere into her room. His member flopped onto his upper thigh, resting in all its thick veiny glory.

Y/N reached to take her tights off next but stopped when Dean's hand grabbed hers.

“What?” Y/N asked very confused.

Dean just smirked and grabbed her hand to bring her back on to his lap. She settled over him, her core brushing against his sensitive member as she straddled him again. She found her journal in the bed covers before proceeding. His hands finding her hips to pull her closer to him.

He noticed how her panties somehow matched the lace and little rose of her tank top. His fingers tracing along the pattern of the fishnets up to her panties, his finger coming up to the edges on her panties. While she was distracted he took his pointer and middle fingers on both hands to pull the tights apart, causing them to rip open at her crotch.

“Hey! I liked these!” Y/N exclaimed, slapping one hand onto his chest playfully.

“Well you can wear it as a shirt then. I know you alternative people love making shit your own way.” Dean said, his fingers starting to stroke at her pussy through the soft fabric of her panties, feeling a small wet spot forming.

“Fine, now before we get started. Are you ok with me being in charge? I remember you wanting to try it out sometime.” Y/N asked, starting to fidget with her journal that was still splayed out on dean's chest.

“Say less sweetheart.” Dean confirmed, letting his arms fall back to around his head.

Y/N just smiled at him brightly, reaching down between them finding her panties. She slid them to the side and stood up on her knees to readjust. She grabbed Dean's cock and sank down on him.

They both gasped, he was buried to the hilt, pelvises resting together. Y/N just took a deep breath to steady herself and picked up her journal. Ignoring the look on dean's face, him being utterly confused as to what they were actually about to do.

“Now sirens are tricky creatures. They usually never leave Greece. So if you encounter one it’s pretty rare. What’s hard is that they can read you mind and take a form that would appeal to you.” Y/N said, giving a small roll of her hips.

“What do you think Dean?” She added, making sure he paid attention to the lesson.

“Yeah, super rare.” Dean said, struggling to ignore the way her tight, warm pussy around his cock.

“Dean. Pay attention or I’m getting myself off and gonna make you suffer.” Y/N said, stopping her hip rolls and adjusting herself on top of him.

Dean just shut his mouth and nodded. He made his hands grasp the headboard above him, trying to ground himself.

“Good boy. Now while yes a siren could come to you as something you are attracted to it can also come to you as someone you care about. Whatever it can do to trick you into doing its bidding.” Y/N continued, started to roll her hips again. Dean gasped because he loved the praise and when she adjusted them, it created a new and deeper angle.

“Repeat Dean.” Y/N said, trying to get him to focus on what they were trying to learn.

“They can be an attractive person or resemble someone you know. They want to use you.” Dean said between gasps because while Y/N stopped reading out loud she didn’t stop the tortuous drag and fall of her hips against his thus creating a fire to form in both their bellies.

“Good, now once they have targeted you they are gonna do anything to get you in contact with their spit. It holds a venom that will make you so devoted you forget yourself as a person and just want to do what they want you to do.” Y/N kept reading, and riding Dean.

Her hips nor knees getting tired whatsoever because the fire in her belly was spurring her on. The power she held over Dean made her feel magical. A gasp left her lips at the thought of holding the power of orgasm over Dean and him just letting her do it adding to her fire.

“So don’t share drinks with strangers? Or kiss strangers?” Dean said, his grip tightening on the headboard.

“Correct, now there is one true way to kill a siren. And that’s to take a bronze dagger dipped in their affected victims blood.” Y/N finished with the page, flipping it to the next.

“Got it, bronze dagger, active victims blood. What else?” Dean said, getting impatient that he couldn’t just grab her hips and fuck up into her to bring them both to ecstasy. He could tell it was taking both of them a lot of strength to not do just that.

“Well that’s more modern lore. The older lore is that of legends from lost ships.” Y/N gasped, rolling her hips until he hit that spongey spot inside her. Them both gasping at the electric contact.

“Can I fuck you yet?” Dean asked very obviously impatient. “I’ve been a good boy so to speak.” He added hoping that would make her say yes.

“No I want you to repeat it all back to me first then you can fuck me.” Y/N said matter of factly.

“Fine. Sirenscanappearasanattraxtivepersonorsomeoneclosetoyoutogetclosetoyou. Youwannaavoidtheirspitorelsetheycontrolyou. Inordertokillthemyouneedabronzedaggerdippedintheafflictedsblood. Now can I fuck you?” Dean spit out so fast it took a second for Y/N to register the words flying out of his mouth. His hips bucking up into her, hitting her g-spot again. Making her gasp and stop herself, throwing her journal off the bed. Putting her hands on his chest to steady herself.

“Ok Dean, go ahead.” Y/N said, relinquishing her control of this whole situation to him.

Dean didn’t waste any time, his hands released the headboard and quickly grabbed her hips. He planted his feet and started to piston his hips up into her pussy. Them both way too worked up from all the teasing she’s been doing while he “learned”.

Y/N leaned down to bring her face into the crook of his neck, her hands wandering over anything she could reach-his face, hair, or chest. Her gasps muffled into his neck and shoulder. Her pussy squelching with each thrust because she got incredibly turned on having him at her will.

“Fuck sweetheart. I think we need to do these types of lessons more often.” Dean said panting between thrusts. He worked his hand between the two of them and helped move her panties aside so he could find her clit.

His thumb started to circle the sensitive piece of soft flesh. Making Y/N moan into his neck, she started to kiss where she could wanting to show her appreciation for the attention to her clit. Dean continued to circle, changing speed and how he circled her clit. Knowing if he didn’t change it up she would become too oversensitive.

His face found her neck as well and whispered sweet nothings to her. -Such a good girl, and fuck I love how you keep squeezing me! She would just gasp and clench, a flood of arousal adding to the mess they were making.

Deans hips started to stutter, not being able to hold back much longer. He quickened his pace of thrusts as well as the strokes of his thumb, wanting to bring you to orgasmic relief first. He hit a spot deep inside her, and circled her clit just right to do so, making her gasp and choke a moan out. Y/N pressed her face further into his neck, her hands finding purchase in deans hair.

Dean gave a few shallow thrusts, chasing his high. He let out a deep groan and spilled his hot cum deep into Y/Ns fluttering pussy, the wetness almost pushing Dean out completely.

“Fuck. Definitely how we’ll learn from now on.” Y/N said, panting into his neck. Her hands cradling his face, leaving small kisses on the skin she could reach.

“Definitely.” Was all Dean could say, completely blissed out.

“Bobby’ll be home in an hour you two!” Sam called out from downstairs. The reality setting back in.

“Oh fuck he’s gonna kill me.” Dean said pulling out and trying to scramble off the bed.

“What? Sam?” Y/N asked, resting back against her headboard, her face completely blissed out and flushed.

“No your dad. He’s gonna beat my ass and then mount it in the den.” Dean said scrambling around half naked. Y/N just pointed to the opposite side of where he was looking to show him where his pants landed.

He scurried over and quickly shimmied them back on.

“Now would love nothing more than to hangout casually in here but I just feel like he knows I desecrated his own daughter in his home. So I’ll be right back.” Dean said quickly exiting the room.

He came back shortly with a towel to wipe Y/N’s pussy clean. She simply hissed at the coarse texture to her soft folds. Dean tossed the towel into her laundry hamper and gave her a quick kiss on the lips and hurried out of the room.

He peaked his head in quickly, “I'm gonna shower, you should probably change.” Was all he said before making his final exit to down stairs.

Y/N just smiled, blissful with how things were turning out.

[dr-spectre]

I heard about how in Bancala Walker there was a short story about Marina and Acht and their time in the domes. And I'm gonna be 100% honest with you. It kinda makes me mad, and it really highlights a massive problem with Splatoon as a whole, and that's how it treats its stories.

(Yep I'm rambling about Splatoon's storytelling for the 500th time, welcome to my blog.)

Since Splatoon 2, the series has had a weird relationship with its storytelling, the main stories of each campaign are very simplistic and are very video game like plots. "Go get the Great Zapfish back and save Captain Cuttlefish. Go get the Great Zapfish again and find Callie. Find the thangs and get out. GO GET THE ZAPFISH AGAIN AND SAVE CAPTAIN CUTTLEFISH AGAIN!!! Climb up the tower." Splatoon 1 got away with this because it's clearly the most "tutorial" mode out of any of the single player campaigns and it doesn't really try to say any deeper messages or express a character arc.

Now, obviously video game stories must have goals for the player to work towards, I'm not complaining about that, you gotta have that stuff in games to motivate the player, however, what really drives me up a wall is when they decide to add depth and interesting things relating to the characters and world, yet they intentionally throw away that same depth and chuck it to the side. Hell they sometimes retcon the optional hard to find lore or make it more confusing just because!! If you're gonna add depth and something else to these stories, you HAVE to actually explore it and expand upon it WITHIN THE STORY! You cannot add it as "extra lore" when it's stuff that should have been in the main storyline to begin with. It's like not adding seasoning to chicken and that you boiled the fucking chicken and wrapped it in lettuce and mayonnaise.

I could obviously talk about the elephant in the room... you know... this little goober right here. This freak.

And I'm going to.

From the concept art we were given, we know that Callie was originally gonna have more exploration into her troubling mental health issues as seen by her being in the shadows and being comforted by Octarians. It's a significantly different tone compared to the final product.

However in the final game, they tossed MOST of this shit away and say in the game as well as in official media, "naw she was kidnapped and brainwashed forcefully because she's a dumb clutz lmao." They tried to backtrack with an obscure relationship chart, the sunken scrolls and Squid Sisters web prequel series, but then they backtracked AGAIN with the Splatoon 3 artbook that states that she was "brainwashed." It's an incredibly simplified and frankly insulting version of events that are TECHNICALLY canon but Nintendo and others don't treat it as such and i don't know why. I dont know why they treat Callie like this. Is it because she's silly?

Wouldn't it be more interesting and more powerful as a story if they made Callie had more control and awareness of her actions? That she was truly acting upon her mental illness and isolation? Putting DJ Octavio, the fucking funny octopus guy on the same level as Talon from Overwatch and Hydra from Marvel, the literal nazis who damaged Bucky Barnes' brain and removed all of his memories, making him into the Winter Solider, is fucking psychotic and actually insane of Nintendo to do.

There is also Acht and how they were shown between Octo Expansion and Side Order.

Some of the most powerful stories in media have strong character arcs and characters overcoming their struggles and pain. It is inspirating and incredibly real to see a loved one reach out to a person that they care about who have lost their way, either from mental illness or drugs. Trying to bring them back and help them go through their pain together. When someone is under distress and mental health troubles, they can act like a completely different person and the fact that Nintendo half assed serious topics like this and made shit WAY WORSE boils my blood to no end.

In Octo Expansion, we were told that they went under Sanitization willingly in order to remove doubts in their mind and put their all into music. Now due to the unknowns of Sanitization at the time, this made for a really interesting character and brought up a lot of interesting questions as to why they would do this and who they are.

However, in Side Order when they explained Sanitization further and told us that Acht lost all of their free will and were FORCED to make music for Tartar, it kinda damaged their story a little bit. Like sure, Acht still probably wanted to go under Sanitization to clear their doubts and remove emotion, but the added information kinda goes against the interesting story they were trying to tell with Acht. Acht doesn't even mention why they went under Sanitization in Side Order and their reasoning is only found IN A SOCIAL MEDIA POST BACK IN 2018!!! THEY DON'T RESTATE IT AT ALL WHEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPORTANT TO DO SO! They kinda tell us via their letters, but guess when you get those, IN THE POST GAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This leads me to another big talking point, most of the lore is hidden and hard to find. You have to go out of your way to find most of the shit Splatoon has to offer. Sunken Scrolls are hidden collectables and most people don't wanna go through the effort of finding them all in the stages, the chat logs in Octo Expansion are completely optional due to entries being tied to specific stations and you can choose to easily skip them, the dev diaries are locked behind lockers and some people may complete Side Order in a manner where they can get to the final boss and be done with the main campaign before seeing most of the entries. Now I'm not saying that there cannot be extra lore tidbits for players to find, hell no, i love extra stuff like that, i think Splatoon 1 and 3's hero modes did a really job of that. BUT WHEN YOU HIDE AWAY IMPORTANT DETAILS LIKE CALLIE'S MOTIVATION IN SPLATOON 2 AND MARINA'S AND PEARL'S BACKSTORIES!?!? YEAH I GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM RIGHT THERE!

In other games, these would be cutscenes or a bunch of mandatory dialogue, BUT NOPE! THEY ARE IN HARD TO FIND SPOTS!

Some of the other lore details are found on social media posts and some of them are YEARS old or on Splatoon's dead Tumblr account. Most people would rather go to Inkipedia and even they can sometimes make vital mistakes or have wording that gives people the wrong idea on what happened in particular events, which heavily impacts the community and discussion. When i talk about my perspective on what happened to Callie in Splatoon 2, I've seen people say to me "wait really? Huh?! I didn't know that." The amount of research you gotta do to go into these characters is an absolute nightmare, AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SPLATBANDS!!! Their lore is literally locked behind Japanese exclusive expensive artbooks!!! WHY?!?!

I really do wanna stress again, is it cool to get cool lore outside of the games and as collectables?! ABSOLUTELY! You know how awesome it was to read the Alterna logs for the first time? The smile on my face seeing Pearl and Marina back in the Final Fest in Side Order. But when the main stories suffer because of important information being tossed to the side and not applied to the main games... I dont know man, it just becomes incredibly frustrating to me personally. Especially with all the misconceptions and other things that occur within the community, the fandom has an information problem and honestly, it's Nintendo's fault. Imagine if Side Order had flashbacks to a younger Marina and Acht, it would have helped with the middle chunk of the story being so... nothing.

[xreaderdumpster]

X-Men karaoke night

A choose your own ending fanfic! Ending parts to follow :) hope you enjoy!

Word count: 620

It was rare that the whole team had time off simultaneously. Even rarer that you all decided to go out together. The weirder part rather than either of these things occurring simultaneously was that the activity of choice was drinking and karaoke. You weren’t sure who suggested it in the first place, best guess being Morph. But the group seemed to actually be excited to do this. Probably more the aspect of getting absolutely trashed on a night off and not having to worry about missions or the end of the universe.

Scott had booked out a large karaoke booth to accommodate the 11 members of the team joining. The space was as you’d expect from a karaoke booth. Comfortable leather seats spanning 3 walls, a karaoke machine with microphones, a projector on the 4th wall, sound proofing material across the walls and a table in the middle. A drinks and food menu sat in a pamphlet holder by the door next to a phone. Apparently this place’s policy was that, if you wanted anything, you’d just call the front desk and they’d bring it.

As the group settled into the seats, a slightly awkward silence befell you. The slight inner anxiety that the team would be called for some disaster or some mission to disturb the evening. But Charles had ensured you that he had it all under control and to “go enjoy yourselves!” Logan was the first to break the silence with his usual gravelly huff as he got up and walked to the phone.

“Ordering a damn beer. Not doing this shit sober. Anyone else want anything?” He grumbled as he scanned the team. Most members replied with their orders. Scott, who you had sat next to muttered under his breath “Someone’s gotta be sober tonight. What if the Professor-”

“Scott, you gotta loosen up every now and then. We’re out on a rare team night out! One drink won’t hurt.” You chimed in with a grin. Scott pulled his lips into a thin line before sighing.

“She is right, you know. You should be allowed a night of fun like the rest of us.” Ororo reassured, gently patting his shoulder. Scott thought for a moment before asking Logan to order him a beer.

Soon enough, a tray of drinks were delivered by the young woman working the reception desk. Everyone clamoured to grab theirs. The moment the cool liquid hit the back of your throat, you sighed contently. As the group started drinking, the feeling of anxious tension that hung in the air began subsiding. Talk began flowing before Rogue finally stood up and wandered to the karaoke machine.

“How the heck ya suppose ta turn this thang on?” She asked herself, studying the karaoke machine with intent. Hank stood beside her, pressing a button that seemed to turn the machine on. She laughed before scrolling through the list of songs.

“Dang, there’s so many of them! How are ya meant to choose?” She questioned.

“Perhaps you and I should go first Rogue? Actually use the machine we came here to use.” Beast suggested. Rogue grinned, nodding as she continued looking through the set list.

“Oooooo how about this one?” She asked with a nudge of his side. Beast chuckled, grabbing the microphones. A familiar tune started. You laughed as Rogue began singing “Since you’ve been gone” by Kelly Clarkson with Beast trying to keep up.

The night wore on, more drinks being brought in, plates of snack foods soon following. You were chatting to Storm, laughing at how ridiculous some of the acts had been when the top of a microphone was pointed at you.

Logan ending: https://www.tumblr.com/xreaderdumpster/779008200003469312/logan-ending

Scott ending:

Remy ending:

Kurt ending:

Hank ending:

[finniestoncrane]

Dropping ⛓️⏰🍷👄 for Cecil bc season 3 has me in the TRENCHES 😭😭

⛓️ kinky headcanon

he's got a specific thing for some mild cock and ball torture, if you find yourself down there, you should definitely be squeezing hard, and if your teeth should happen to graze over the top of his length then you're definitely doing it right

⏰ fave time of day to have sex

is "whenever he can get a fucking MINUTE of peace" an acceptable answer? realistically, his favourite time to get up to anything nasty would be moments of high stress. yeah he's in that room with multiple other people, yeah he's trying to command a group of guardians, yeah what he's witnessing on the screen is horrible. so you better be under that desk working that thang as best as you can, otherwise he'll give himself a stress-induced heart attack

🍷 tipsy sex headcanon

cecil doesn't get drunk, or even all that tipsy these days, but every so often a combination of his lack of sleep and one too many glasses of stress-relieving scotch will give him a little buzz, and when he's like that he can be very handsy and very affectionate. expect every single part of your body to be grabbed and squeezed and undressed as he lavishes you wish compliments. and while he's usually quite happy to be in control for a quick romp when he has the time, you'll find him a lot more submissive and a lot more relaxed when it comes to reaching the climax

👄 making out headcanon

i don't care what anyone else thinks, i think cecil stedman kisses so gently and so sweetly and so romantically, i think he would take your whole face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks, fingers travelling back to keep your head still as he takes your breath away

send me a nsfw headcanon prompt

[moodymisty]

Sanguinius being secretly guiltily down bad for you, Horus’ beloved??? Now that’s a very fun scenario. Especially considering how Horus starts behaving during the heresy. Don’t you think that Sanguinius would feel the need to rescue you from such a terrible situation? Keep you somewhere where you’re completely safe and far away from the forces of chaos (somewhere right by his side)?

He’s aware of his feelings towards you but would never want to burden you with them, considering the emotional pain you’re in right now. But that doesn’t mean he can’t hold you for a little longer than usual, or linger around you for more than is necessary, or wrap a wing of his around you as a loving friendly gesture. He lets himself indulge in these feelings sometimes, just a small amount, because if he doesn’t he feels like he might explode. The guilt hasn’t gone away, in fact it’s even gotten stronger. You see him as a friend and a confidant, but nothing more, and it’s obvious to him that your heart still belongs to Horus (why should it? Why not him??). And if you weren’t under his protection there’s a high likelihood that you’d probably get assassinated, so he can’t be taking advantage of you like that (despite how badly he wants you to love him as much as he loves you.). He’s content with just being close to you, he’s okay with just being your friend, if he starts getting too emotional about it he���ll cry in the shower about it. He’s fine. He won’t try anything but he also won’t let anyone else near you. He’s normal about it, he’s sooo normal

I love this plotline so much, I'm so excited people like the Horus/Reader/Sanguinius idea. This is really good and I really like this particular idea, so here's a little thang separate from the main fic i'm making.

No warnings other than Horus falling to chaos obv

"She is very lucky."

Jaghatai Khan speaks plainly, looking to Sanguinius.

"A few days longer travel, and Horus would've beaten you there."

Sanguinius brushes a piece of his hair away from his face that had fallen from his crown braids. He was glad they managed to make haste so quickly. The Red Tear had burned almost everything it had just to make it there in time to defend the planet before Horus and his Black Legion desecrated it all.

"We have the planet's surface until control. We'll need it's infrastructure for the coming battles." Jaghatai gives him a look, and Sanguinius knows why.

All the talk about strategy, infrastructure; They both know Sanguinius went there for you.

He still avoids mentioning it, wings tucked firmly against his back. It hangs between both primarchs as true intentions left unsaid. Jaghatai was one of the only three primarchs keen on how Sanguinius felt about Horus' lover. It's obvious in the way he's looked at you since you first entered Horus' life. But Jaghatai doesn't bring it up.

"Then I wish you good fortune in the coming battles."

Jaghatai leaves Sanguinius alone, and it isn't long after he can no longer hear the warhawk's footsteps that he rushes to return to you. Air whistles in his feathers as he briskly walks, hearing the clanking of his armor pieces striking against each other.

He has an entire squad of Blood Angels guarding the room you're in, of which he passes with gentle acknowledgement. They have taken to you just as much as he had; And voiced no complaints about protecting you from what once was your lover's legion.

Once Sanguinius sees you, the room dark and cast in privacy, he watches you rub the corner of your eye as you turn his way. You must've been crying, though you do a remarkable job of hiding it.

"Oh, Sanguinius; Do you need something?"

You speak to him so formally still, the way you did when you were still on Horus' arm. He so desperately wishes you wouldn't.

"I wanted to come see how you were doing. I don't wish to leave you alone in here for so long."

He comes closer, gently lowering himself onto the edge of the bed to sit beside you. Your hands fall into your lap as you look down at them, trying to find the words. It's then he finally hears the cracking in your voice, as you can no longer hold back your grief.

"How... How couldn't I have seen what was wrong with him?" You look up at him, tears welling at the bottom of your eyes just about to break and stream down your cheeks. "Am I really that blind?"

Sanguinius unfurls one of his wings, it wrapping behind you. It's not close enough to touch other than the light brush of his primary feathers, but it's close.

But most of all he wants to cup your face in his hands and kiss away your tears, to be there for you as you grieve the loss of a lover who is something worse than dead. Sanguinius dreads to hear the things you saw as Horus fell to ruinous powers, but he wants to be the one you come to; To protect you from everything.

But he can't. The love you have for Horus hasn't faded, and you're with the Blood Angels for as long as this war wages. Sanguinius will protect you, but his love for you just can't override the guilt he would feel if he swept in to kiss you as you cried for someone else. No amount of yearning desire is enough for him to take advantage of you in such a way, as you technically sit here indebted to him for rescuing you.

"He hid it from us all. We were all blind, same as you."

You sigh, and your posture seems to soften with his reassurance. His wing inches closer, daring to take just a bit more as it gently cradles you. It's only to make you feel better. One of your hands reaches to brush along one of his long primary feathers for a moment, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

Sanguinius reaches a armoured hand towards you and instinctively he wants to set it on your knee, to pull your towards him, but he hesitates- and moves to your shoulder instead. You lean into it, and hold the necklace that Horus had once given you in your hands. You clear your throat and blink your eyes, a few tears dripping down your face that you haphazardly wipe away with your palm. He wishes to wick them away with his knuckle, to brush his fingers across your skin, but he can't.

"Thank you, Sanguinius. For all of this. I appreciate you being so friendly to me."

Sanguinus softly smiles down at you, and attempts to ignore the way your words stab him directly in the heart; Bleeding all over your hands.

"Of course."

[foulfeast]

Did one of these before for outlast but I've been playing trials so I wanted to play w a trials!au for Bitchmare c(:< They don't fit within trials as well, but you can imagine them as a specialist expop from mt. massive. Possibly some kind of climber, particularly horrible to deal with spots like the fairgrounds, etc. Particularly fast.

I can yap more if someone is interested but here's some interaction headcanons. Based on my current knowledge, I have not met everyone yet & dont know everything this is kinda for funsies (me taking a break from cleaning heh :)) might do an updated ver one day.

P H Y L L I S F U T T E R M A N – "What a relief to have you here, dear. Why don't you help me dicipline these rascals?"

I find this particularly interesting, due to the different sides Phyllis presents. The child, the father and the teacher. There are two that would be a huge draw to Bitch: the child and the teacher, but doctor Futterman is so agressive and crude and LOUD that it would distress the Bitchmare to interact with him. On top of that, they have a conciderable struggles processing information, remembering things etc, honestly I think they'd be just terribly confused around Phyllis. Which is great, in fact, as she could absolutely use this to full on control them. Bitchmare would see her as someone they almost want to take care of, but her commanding nature & confusing remarks as doctor Futterman would keep them scrambling trying to figure out what to do- and thus often end up doing what they're told to do to get rid of the headache and make the part of Phyllis they want to care for happy.

More characters under cut...

F R A N C O B A R B I – "Jesus fuck -, who let that bitch out of the kennel again?!"

😬😬😬😬 yallllllll LMFAOOO NOOO not a good idea. Francos baby behaviour would instantly trigger Bitchmares mothering instinct, yes. But it would be in this completely unsexualised way. Ngl i feel like they wouldn't even be able to let Bitchmare loose around him. Nobody would get anything done. Bitchmare has been shot seven times and is still trying to pick him up. I'd even say that Franco could be genuinely kind of scared of them- like a rabid street dog.

L E L A N D C O Y L E – "Ain't you got a real K-9 for me instead of -, of whatever the fuck this is?"

Honestly I think more than anything the electricity would scare the shit out of Bitchmare, but in general he's loud & bombastic, don't think they'd be a huge fan. Don't think he would be a fan either. Look at that thang.

S C R E A M E R (S) – "snork mimimi 🥰"

Bitchmare would be a BIG fan. For the most part. And the sleepyhead would probably be pretty happy w them too bc they are very quiet! I can even admit that I think Bitchmare would be drawn to watch over him, if not even sidle up next to him to take naps in an ideal peaceful world. <3 however yeah the scream itself would probably completely freak Bitchmare out.

P U S H E R (S) – "Those big ol' eyes spin like my head. Or make my head spin. Woah. You wanna take five, let me recline?"

Half scare him half have his respect..? I would call Bitchmare kinda groovy, the Pusher is kinda twitchy but I think hed do a fine job at actually calming the Bitch down. Yes the voiceline "be cool, bitch, be cool" affects my thinking on this 😭😭 just like. A hippie dude and his weird friend. If you reeeally went for it- originally Bitchmare was also a (minor) mu rkoff employee, just like the pusher- they could have known, met. That is something that could be explored.

P O U N C E R (S) – "Reaper come with claws!"

Oh poor girl... in like an idealized world yeah Bitchmare would baby her like a mf and guard her and take care of her but realistically they would have tried and she would be terrified of them. Very similiar to Franco in a way!!! Bitchmare would be deeply drawn to her- a scared, hiding figure, mumbling, wailing... it's likely that after a couple rly awkward interactions (Bitchmare trying to cradle her & Pouncer clawing back) they would just start patrolling around her, similiarly to the screamer.

N I G H T H U N T E R (S) – "Kitty can play. Like to see that. Pspspsps -"

Yk how it is w the Bitchmare. Frank was the same - any kind of hunter figure puts them into this pack mentality. Trying to make friends. Though he's kinda bitchy & cunty, the Hunter does seem to have this playfulness to what he does. The Bitch would probably flip between being this weird annoyance/distraction for him, and them being this sense arousing playful coworker.

Many more characters but i gotta go do some laundry before friend hangouts today so ill leave it at that 🫡

[deductionfreak]

I have a lot of thoughts about Kris Dreemur Deltarune and the themes of freedom and identity in the game, especially with these new chapters. I don't know if I'll, y'know, try to put them all to paper but a lot of it revolves around them acting out in ways that were originally meant to be perceived as malicious (pre ch3-4 drop)

but now have a far more morally gray (especially with Carol and how she seems to be emotionally manipulating Kris into collaborating with her/the Knight (the identity of that thang is a whole other beast), the whole Asgore involvement and attempting to solve it, etc).

We already knew going as far as Snowgrave is definitely out of character for Kris, and is instead the player asserting full control, and it's further contextualized in the new chapters now that we know that, if you do this route, Kris has gone out of their way to try and undo all the damage you did. I'd go as far as to argue it was still viable to read their 'questionable' actions, in chapters 1 and 2 (ripping out the soul, the knife, the cutting of the tires, the creation of a Dark World) as some attempt at control that you've robbed of them, but it really feels like ch3 and 4 simply reinforce this further and further (as well as shows us that things do happen that we do not get to see, or that Kris has gone out of their way to keep us from knowing). Yeah, slashing the tires and making the dark world was probably also out of instructions from Carol or anyother involved parties, as Kris seems to try multiple times to tell Undyne Specifically about the Dark World and slashing the tires was to get Toriel to Call The Police, but removing the soul to do it so violently as to cause self harm feels like an attempt to assert some measure of control.

Like, even if you pick all the 'kris-like' choices, you're still... taking over their body. Sometimes all they can really affect is how they say the words you put in their mouth, or some of their actions (and if they focus enough, act without your prompting at all even with you in the driver's seat, like the piano)... it's a really distressing position for them to be in. And even outside of us suddenly just Being Here and imposing ourselves on Kris' life (and their own save file), even before this all happened they have clearly been under Carol's thumb for reasons unclear other than it all ties back to Dess and her disappearance (and Asgore's firing from the force). They have clearly been under duress and distress before we even Got Here. So, yea, maybe you pick all the choices Kris would'a done, but it's not them doing it, so it must aggravate them regardless. Like when you plan to do A Chore or are actively doing A Chore and someone suddenly asks you to do this chore, or if you have done this chore, in a specific kind of tone that makes you so mad you don't want to do it anymore? But it's all the fucking time.

Anyway, this went on way longer than intended (I really only intended to write like. the first two sentences?) but this got away from me. Point being i have Thoughts about this Only Human Child In A Monster Town That Used To Wear A Headband With Horns To Desperately Try And Also Be A Monster, And Feels Uncomfortable With Pictures Of Other Humans.

Anyway, I also thought to replay the game at some point to simply document which choices Kris Really Vibes With and the ones They Actively Go WTF At (not counting snowgrave, bc that's. all of it.)

[codacheetah]

AGREE WITH YOUR PREVIOUS POST. I like mean Loop as a facade only, but we know they still care and love...

Now I have a question, what's your favorite Loop takes/headcanon

Oh my god I'm so sorry I took like two weeks to answer this one I prommy it's not bc I'm exclusively a hater or whatever. I just straight up forgot to answer Oopsie. I'm putting this under cut bc it got long enough that you all would shoot arrows at me for putting it on your dash

Anyways there's a lot of Loop Thangs I like frankly. A big one that I enjoy is when fic authors in postcanon make the transition of Loop into the party structure kind of rocky. Usually bc Loop's neuroses creating a level 12 psychic barrier between them and the party + the inherent awkwardness of meeting somebody who's apparently super close in a way (that you'll never fully understand) to one of your friends. Who let's be real I feel like half the party (coughIsabeauandMirabelle) would catch the aura of "oh they do not like us at all" from Loop. I want Loop to be happy and with their family but you just know this bitch is going to make it as difficult for themself on purpose. The Siffrin Special.

I also just generally like when they keep Loop as a star postcanon. I'm not at all a hater towards Human Loop (in fact I think it can be itself an interesting setup for a Loop fic) but I do like Loop as a star more thematically. Something about having to accept that things have changed and moving on from it regardless. Also bc Loop being dysphoric about their body scratches a very transgender projection itch in my brain Yessss little star you're stuck in a body that draws unwanted attention and which you have no control over how it looks and functions in a way that feels fundamentally wrong to you. (Pointing at canonically transgender character) Yooooo this guy is such a cool trans allegory omg

Hmm what else. This is more of a sloops thing but I always enjoy in fics when they lean into the fact it's selfcest frankly. I've become a selfcest enjoyer bc of this ship I'll never get over that act 5 dialogue abt the cautionary tale where Siffrin says he never understood the moral of the story bc the idea of having somebody just like him who understands him. Oh my gyoooooooooooooooood. I want them to melt into sludge I'm always thinking of that analogy from superflyghtheart on discord comparing Loop and Siffrin to endlings of an endangered species. 💥💥💥It's like. This is less sloopy now but I'm caught between the intersection in my head of "Loop would probably benefit from developing their own identity as a person separate from Siffrin bc they need Something they have control over" and "Loop is of the Siffrin Species and they are significantly too sentimental to let go of the shreds of what they used to have, especially after having lost all of it once already". Both of these things are yummy as fuck when ppl smarter than me explore them and they're kinda the main Story Paths for postcanon Loop anyways so I'm always winning. So like idk tldr I like it both when ppl have Loop diverge a lot as a person and when they have Loop try their best to stay as much of a Siffrin as possible!

I'm limiting myself to four paragraphs so you don't all want to hit me with hammers but I do have Loop Biology Headcanons. I've explained mythoughts on their guts before and don't feel like recounting them but whatever True #codacheetahwarriors remember my deranged rambling. ANYWAYS I kind of mentally run on the assumption of Loop's body as like. The Universe couldn't keep Loop in Siffrin's body, bc they needed Siffrin to be in it (and I guess a system situation introduces too many factors of its own? idk). The Universe operates with the goal of fulfilling wishes with the least intervention possible, so The Universe makes a body out of cheap inorganic material (star-scrap basically). Miniature star for a head fueling the body with Craft energy (I'm not going to get into my conspiracy that all Craft is the same here). Molds the star scrap into a vaguely Siffrin-shaped/sized vessel and plonks Loop's conscious into it and calls it a day. So Loop's body as a poor simulacrum of a human body is like. They're capable of breathing but they only really benefit from doing it on a psychological level. They can't eat or drink and don't have a mouth because it would require a significant level of added effort to make a digestive system, when they can just derive energy from their star. They don't have reproductive organs because they're not made from organic material anymore anyways. They don't need to sleep bc their body never gets tired but they still do it because it's not really a great idea to leave your brain on running for too long anyways.

I fucking lied I'm on paragraph five bc the block of text is annoying me. To continue that's all a preface to say I think it's super fun when Loop has body functions that are weird and unpredictable. Their little frizzles on their body are reactive to their emotions the same way their headstar is, and feel like static if you touch them. Their head has a vague boundary so their eyes have something to be rooted to but the function by which their optic nerves work is unclear to everybody including themself. They glow based on intensity of emotion and the temperature of their star changes via specific mood. Bc I think it would be fun if the battlefield in twohats when from ice cold to boiling hot frankly. Ok these are all just my headcanons (temperature one very loose though I'm not a hard subscriber to it) but they're not uniquely mine it's just examples of what I mean. One I don't have as a personal headcanon but I do enjoy is when Loop feels the same physical sensations as Siffrin bc it's funny and I like inflicting misery on the star.

I'm going to shut up now like actually . Loop for your troubles

[abiiors]

thinking ab teasing ross all night long and him having enough so the second the front door shuts hes got her on his shoulders and is eating that thang like a man starved. holding her cunt tight against his face pressing her back into the wall not stopping till she squirts all over his face 😇

(mdni, 18+ only // female reader)

okay before i get into this...

now onto the blurb --

you know you've been an absolute menace today.

it's been like this all day, you--sitting on his lap in your tiny little dress that barely covers anything, grinding on him till he wraps his hand around your waist to keep you still. and yet you press down on him and whisper filthy things in his ear when no one's looking.

you've had fun riling him up knowing you're backstage at a festival. this is not one of their shows, there are no green rooms and little secluded spots for you to fuck in. oh no... there's a tonne of people backstage--other artists and their crew, organisers of the festival, technicians and security and practically everyone under the sun.

not like he hasn't tried. every few minutes you feel his fingers creep up your thigh and inch between your legs. you hear him groan his displeasure in your ear. you hear him growling at you to be. fucking. still.

but you're determined to test the limits.

it's been a while, after all, since you've been a real brat to him. and something about his new hair has you feeling all kinds of way.

you snicker when he has to adjust himself before going on stage. the set is really short--barely thirty minutes but it feels like hours without having him here to keep you warm. without feeling his breath down your neck and chest, feeling his fluttery, sneaky kisses and wandering fingers.

the whole time he's on stage his eyes are trained on you, on your legs and thighs and the deep neckline of your dress. oh he looks pissed... and the thought makes you rub your thighs together. an involuntary whimper slips out of you and you quickly bite your lip to keep it in. on stage, ross messes up a chord.

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not even two minutes after they walk off stage, you feel a hand around your wrist. you almost yelp, mouth partially open, eyes wide but he's faster. the sound's cut short by ross capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. 

"you're having fun, aren't you?" he tsks and trails more kisses down your jaw and neck.

"don't know what you mean, baby." you shrug and his hold on your waist tightens. your voice is breathier than you expected but his fingers trail higher up your thigh and all thoughts go out the window.

the car ride back to the hotel room is simply torturous. within seconds, he pulls you on his lap, reckless and uncaring that someone might see you. fuck the driver might see you but now his hands have free reign to touch and tease you however he pleases. and oh, does he take full advantage of it...

"you haven't been very good today..." he mumbles continues to suck at the sweet spot on your neck.  

fuck…the hickeys are going to be so noticeable tomorrow…

but that's tomorrow's problem.

right now you're hyperaware of the tingles going down your spine, of his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear, so tantalisingly close, that you can't help the pathetic whine that slips out of you. 

"ross, please…" foolishly, you grab his hand and try to place it exactly where you want it but he swats your hand away without a second thought. 

"greedy, baby," he mocks and places his hand on your throat, gently applying pressure till your vision goes blurry, till your ears ring and wetness floods between your legs. "looks like i’m gonna have to punish you after all."

you know he wants it just as much as you do, the rock hard evidence is right there, digging in your ass. but ross isn't going to give up control that easily, not after you've been such a relentless tease. your back is pressed to his chest, maybe he can even feel your thudding heartbeat but the car finally takes a turn and slows down.

and here you are now, inside the hotel lift after fifteen excruciatingly long minutes giggling at the way he has to hide his very obvious boner.

his jaw ticks at the sound and you know he's not going to go easy on you whatsoever.

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the second the door closes behind him, ross swings you up on his shoulder, completely ignoring your surprised shriek, and makes his way to the plush white bed. 

"what’s so funny, huh?" a sting blooms on your ass, humiliation courses through your body--humiliation and desire and anticipation and before you know it, your back's hitting the bed. before you know it, his massive frame hovers over you, golden chain dangling in front of you, almost touching your collarbone.

"no-nothing."

with all these sensations, it's getting difficult to focus on words. difficult to focus on anything that's not him. your body goes slack at his touch, completely giving up control as he pulls the dress over your head and pulls down your underwear leaving you fully naked and at his mercy.

you reach out a hand, about to pull his shirt over his head but for the second time that night, ross swats your hand away. for the second time that night, he wraps his hand around your throat.

"did i say you could touch me?"

you shake your head no and gasp when ross slides his belt off with one hand.

a tendril of fear laced with lust zings through your body.

"hold your hands in front of me," he commands, voice an octave lower than before, gravelly and deep. voice that skitters down your bones. "can’t have you touching me without my permission now can we?"

you whine in response when the belt encircles your wrists and he clicks his tongue. 

"answer me, darling. use your words for me." 

"won’t touch you without your permission, p-please...’ and then the belt tightens around your wrists, effectively turning your words into a moan

"good girl," he smirks. "now..."

his gaze trails shameless over your body, eyes hungrily taking in everything you have to offer---peaked nipples and bound hands, your dripping cunt that he lingers on and it almost makes your want to close your legs out of sudden shyness but he's faster. next thing you know, his hands are on your knees, spreading your legs wider, putting you fully on display.

"don't be shy now," he mocks, "what happened to my brat?"

"i wasn't---"

"ah!" a click of his tongue, "wasn't asking you, darling."  

your head spins when he lowers his mouth between your legs, biting and sucking at every inch of exposed skin. he doesn't care about the marks he's going to leave behind, he doesn't care about the beard burn. right now he cares about tasting you, about hearing you scream his name as you fall apart on his tongue over and over again.

you mewl each time he bites the inside of your thigh and licks away the sting, slowly making way to your dripping cunt until you feel him sucking on your clit hard and without warning.

your hands fidget, dying to touch him, dying to push his face down between your thighs but the most you can do is squeeze his head between your legs and grind against his face. every lick of his tongue, every bite and graze and kiss makes your spine feel like jelly, makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

the feel of his tongue lapping up at you, flicking through your folds has drool pooling in your mouth. tears fall down your cheeks, making a mess and leaving black mascara streaks behind. your mind goes blissfully blank as ross continues his movements, occasionally adding his fingers, pinching your clit between his fingers, eating you out like a starved man until your knees are almost touching your shoulders and your back pushes into the mattress. and all of this feels like fucking heaven.

the burn of all his bites, the tightness of the leather belt, the bruises his fingers leave behind, the strain on your thighs and the knot building in your stomach, you want to savour it all. you whining and moaning his name just spurs him on more. his fingers snake up you hips, gripping your hips in a grip that’s almost too tight. the bitemarks and fingerprints he leaves behind everywhere are for people to see, so everyone knows you're his.

every time you manage to open your eyes, you're met with the sight of his head disappearing between your legs, of messy hair and glistening beard. every time he looks at you, you see how fucked out he looks with his dilated pupils and hooded eyes.

and all of it brings you closer to the edge.

"feel so-so fucking g-good," you moan as the knot tightens more. your legs feel like jelly, fuck your entire body feels like jelly, so malleable in his hands.

his fingers splay on your stomach holding you down just as you try to arch your back, try to grind onto him harder but you cry out at being pushed down. electricity runs wild beneath your skin and for a moment your brain goes completely blank, completely cut off from the rest of your body.

a second later you feel the wetness pooling under your ass and you open your eyes to see his shocked, drenched face.

"did you just--" he releases a shaky breath. "fuck..."

the world goes white as you gasp and catch you breath and try to focus on him again.

"ross..."

"baby that was so hot," he breathes, lowering his mouth between your legs again, placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh again.

his face is almost soaked, so is the collar of his shirt. the bed feels drenched and then it finally dawns on you.

"did i j-just squirt?"

"jesus christ, baby. yeah... fuck i wasn't expecting it."

you giggle a little seeing him so speechless but he's still busy looking at you with complete awe on his face.

"just for me. so fucking perfect, just for me."

"just for you," you echo already feeling the familiar heat curling in your stomach again. insatiable when it comes to him. always hungry for more.

this time when he bends down, it's to kiss you hard until all you can taste is your own release on his tongue.

"made a complete fucking mess," he growls and gives your makeshift cuffs a tug. "

your head spins at the thought of doing all that again, of having him buried balls deep inside you until you're soaking his cock and screaming his neck. ross clocks those thoughts instantly.

"still want more?" he smirks.

you bite your lip and take him in--his messy hair and wet mouth. then you reach up for another kiss. "always want more."

[moe-broey]

I hope you feel better soon!!! Telepathically blowing up covid with my mind.

Got a simpler ask this time. Think the Askr crew have any nicknames for each other? The idea occurred me because I thought it would be funny if the summoner never EVER refers to Veronica by her full name. It started as a bit to annoy her but naturally became part of their dynamic. I think this group of weirdos deserve more quirks like that with their dynamics with each other.

TBANK YOU...... I am actually starting to feel better now!!! It must have been your power.... or just the passage of time and lots of rest.

I did... WAY too much here and got really off topic and Moe did take over. I'm so sorry. I barely control that thang. But also!!! A lot of these ideas have lived in my mind for a long time now, I just never got around drawing them out! I'm. Gonna try and organize this the best I can, bc I have SO much to say and it all kinda flows into each other...

This will be one half comic collection, one half character analysis and headcanons. Ready... GO!

FIRST OF ALL. THAT IS SO FUNNY. AND SO REAL. I can ABSOLUTELY see Kiran doing this. If you're a responsible adult figure in a kid's life, no matter the context, you Have to find harmless ways to annoy them. You have to find the bit, and commit to it. Just, um... well under most circumstances, said kid doesn't wield magic and have a giant spikey crown (making for lethal headbutts). So just be careful out there. 🫡

As for Moe... it kind of lacks that quality. Always a bit too in its head, often floundering in one way or another. Moe tends to love at a distance, has a lot of trouble expressing it, and often decides, well. It's just not my place. It seems especially standoffish about Veronica... it can't help but see its younger self in her. In more ways than one. Ultimately, it would avoid giving her a nickname, as a show of respect (it knows she wouldn't like that). It will speak extremely affectionately and highly of her behind her back, but minds its place to her face.

The fun thing about Alfonse's name is that you can extrapolate one thousand variations of it. Which is exactly what Moe does once it gets comfortable with him. And given enough rapport, Alfonse will happily respond to every single one (... except Alfonso). Al is the most casual nickname, that doesn't turn any heads. Allie seems to be the most favored one! (By Moe, or by Alfonse....? Or by Alfonse, as a consequence of Moe's liking for it?)

Sharena's name lends itself well to nicknames too! But Moe seems to exclusively go for Shari. EXTREMELY EXCITED at this show of friendship, Sharena tried her best to return the favor... but it didn't quite stick!

(As a side note! I wish I could have drawn more interactions here... just them going in circles mirroring each other. And one panel that would have been so sweets and speaks to Moe's character... snippet from my notes:

[Both of them become crestfallen.

Moe perks up a little. "'s fine. You can jus' stick to Moe. It is the name I chose, after all." <- It says this with an air of pride]

But I worked too cramped and didn't have the space to include it! 🥲💔)

LASTLY. Okay I have something really specific going on in the back of my head, here. But Lif does not tolerate nicknames. At the first whiff of it, he's shooting it down. This isn't a case where you can playfully get on his nerves and maybe eventually with enough time he softens to it. No. He isn't just being a killjoy about it, either. He... has his reasons. Don't press it.

OKAY. GRABS MOE W A CANE AND YANKS IT OFFSTAGE. GET OUTTA HERE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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PART 2 OF THIS POST. Just a liiiiittle analysis and some headcanons!!!!

First. Of course. Alfonse. This is my stance. I feel very strongly about this. But Alfonse is NOT the type who uses nicknames. He doesn't do petnames, either. He is a man of many adjectives and weird relationships with titles. What does this mean?

Alfonse will use a title to refer to someone, to keep his distance. Up until somewhere along the way he catches a snag and suddenly he's romanticizing the title. Now the title holds a Weight to it. An emotional significance. The title is now a term of endearment. Unless if it isn't. The title is used for exclusively practical reasons. The title is a show of respect, to honor the individual in question. It means nothing. It means Everything.

LIKE. LIKE. When he's not being Weird about titles (using a title to keep himself emotionally distant from the receptient), he's. Being Weird about titles (using them to express WHAT that person Is to him, what that means to him, and how he feels!!!!). ADD IN THE ADJECTIVES. He fucking LOVES to use adjectives in place of nicknames/petnames. He is just a wordy fella. You can even catch him getting silly with it, if the mood strikes him. WAY over the top, doing Way Too Much.

Off the top of my head I don't have many examples. They come to me in visions and are gone as soon as they came. But. My fellow associate. My brother in arms. My deeply valued and highly esteemed comrade. My cherished partner (... trusted partner, even). My dearly beloved friend. My friend. HEAVY emphasis on "My Friend". Somehow, that's like a declaration of love from him. Unless if it isn't. "My Friend" still carries SO much meaning to him, though.

Honestly writing this out I'm realizing Alfonse is just the king of taking words that mean something and then making them mean something else. Imbuing his own meaning to it, between the lines. Hiding behind it. HE IS ALSO. THE KING. OF PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY. Alfonse asks "Is anyone going to endlessly complicate the situation or" and doesn't wait for an answer.

ONE NOTE. Is how titles are used as formalities, and how he's also just always so ready to drop them. You kinda have to play this by ear, considering the context of the interaction... really, whether or not he uses a title, and How he uses that title, is extremely reflective of his current emotional state. Can be reflective of the stakes, and the nature of the relationship too. Like the many occasions where he first meets a Hero, and both decide to be on a first name basis fairly quickly. Then you have his whole "The Summoner" vs saying their name, deal. And then you have whatever I'm cooking, here.

AND. AND. DON'T MISS IT! THAT IS THE FINAL PIECE I NEGLECTED TO MENTION UNTIL NOW! NAMES!!!!! A person's name holds SO MUCH EMOTIONAL WEIGHT. TO HIM. When he calls someone by name, it Means something to him. Which to me, lends to the idea that he wouldn't come up with a nickname for someone, himself. If they standardly use a nickname, he'll probably use it. Then, you have the added intimacy of the full name. But to me. What makes the most sense for his character, is that he ascribes meaning to names and titles.

The ONE. "Petname" I will accept, from Alfonse. Is "My love". Because that does feel in-line with everything I've said here. It becomes something of a title, itself. But even then, when I play it out in my head, it's always said as part of something greater, building UP to something, instead of being the main goal??? Like. To me, forever and always. "My friend" will ALWAYS hold way more emotional weight. Anything with too much of a romantic connotation to it just falls flat, ESPECIALLY on its own. Like NO........ they're MORE than that..... it's More Complicated than that...... you can't just reduce them to something so clean-cut. Dare I say normative... <- guy who has problems and complexes voice

That is. VERY MUCH just how I personally feel. Because I have something wrong with me. I'm fucked up and evil. Sick and twisted, even. (... or possibly aromantic.) Moving on!

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MY FINAL THOUGHT. Is how does all this factor in, between Alfonse and Sharena? Well! To be so real I got so distracted I think I'll just barely edit these notes. And give you some screenshots about it.

When talking to Sharena, he may call her "sister" or "my sister" as like. Terms of endearment. Which is ironic a bit, in how they do come off as a bit stilted and distant. I can also see him getting extra about it though... him calling her, "my sweet sister" / "my beloved sister" either in moments of vulnerability OR. Moments before disaster (VIOLENCE....). Also "my little sister" as a term of endearment...

Also! Supporting this idea, one canon instance where he simply calls her "sister":

And!!! Both Alfonse and Sharena do the "call your sibling by their title as a term of endearment" thing. Sharena's version is a little less stilted than Alfonse's, but still may come off as odd to someone not too familiar w them (her, often calling him "big brother". Many canon instances of this!)

IT'S A SITUATION OF. Well for one I think it would flow a lot better in Japanese tbh, where honorifics like that are not out of the ordinary, they're standard. Where at most it's just a bit of a childish way to refer to him, almost reads like a childhood nickname that stuck??? (I think it depends on what variation of it you use, too. I'm only a little bit familiar w it!). But the thing is. The other half of this thought. It's a situation of "No Normal Person Talks Like That" BUT. If a character DOES. That's noteworthy and says something about them. And I think this goes for both of them! It speaks to the strict and formal environment they were raised in. If Sharena ever had a nickname for Alfonse that wasn't "big brother", it's probably gone now.

Also... another odd thought.... this sort of absence and emotional distance between them (esp early on, also citing Dragalia Sharena "I never bonded with my brother in such a fashion" and the Rosado FBs). That's your Brother. That's what he is, so you call him that. He calls you by title. That's what you are, he acknowledges that. That's what ties you two together. It's supposed to mean something. I'm supposed to mean something, to you. You're supposed to mean something, to me. These titles are proof of that. The blood we share is a bond, in and of itself. Emphasize it enough and maybe we can manufacture something, here.

ACTUALLY.... AAUGHH.......... OKAY NOW I'M CONSIDERING PEONY. HOW THE CHANGELING TWIST FACTORS INTO THIS. BECAUSE. BECAUSE. It's SHOWN that Sharena/Peony has informal titles/nicknames for family on Triandra's side.

Their father wasn't Father (like Gustav), he was Papa. Triandra wasn't sister or big sister, she was sis.

Aaaand that's where my brain short-circuited, blew up caught on fire and charred to a crisp. Sad! But SURELY. This, and EVERYTHING ELSE. Might give some pointers...?

LIKE. MAYBE THE CONSENSUS HERE. Is maybe Sharena did have a nickname for Alfonse, and in general is more likely to use nicknames. Maybe at one point it was "corrected" out of her when it comes to Alfonse, and now it would feel unnatural to do so. Meanwhile, Alfonse never really had any nicknames for her, but always has and still does use her name with So Much emotional weight. Plus the titles and adjectives. The FOCAL THING. About the Askr siblings. Is that they both adore each other SO much, but neither really know how to express it. There is an undeniable emotional distance between them. I feel like, taking this angle with them... the stiltedness, the forcing of affection that's already there, just somehow out of reach or beyond their grasp. I think writing them like this captures that.

I'll. Leave you to decide where Anna fits into any of this. And anyone else. I'm down for the count. To dust.

FINAL FINAL DISCLAIMER. You can take any of this or leave it! These are just the things that run through my head, when I write The Character... I really hope this answered. Anything. At all. Parse through my scatterbrained visions boy...... GOOD LUCK 🫡👍 (AND THANK YOU!!!!! FOR THE ASK!!!!!!!! Enrichment...... much needed in these trying times......)

[saintjasperira]

k so i’m about to ramble about my sex spin again, specifically anal and my experiences with it and some tips. i’d prefer minors (under 18) skip this one and dni with this post

okay so, i clearly have severe anxiety, and one of the things i’m afraid of pertaining to anal sex is perforation of the rectum, and anal prolapse. and i am going to be honest with y’all, a lot of sex toy shops will sell you unsafe toys, whether it be material or shape. so i’ve tried a lot of toys. most anal toys i’ve tried once and then abandoned.

if you, like me, want to do anal, but are afraid of it, or have had bad experiences, here’s what i’ve found works for me.

- very very soft toys with a firm core. i’ve found that hard toys are fucking intimidating, uncomfortable, and sometimes painful. i just can’t get into it. my new favourite is this toy by soreal. personally, it was still a bit big, so i might go down a size (or two if they have any smaller), but it was still not super painful. whatever you choose, make sure it is 100% silicone. you do not have to be transmasc or interested in penetrating others to buy a pack-n-play, just do it.

- OIL! COCONUT OIL!!!! THIS WAS WHAT MADE THE DIFFERENCE FOR ME! the best is cold pressed, extra virgin, or unrefined. i’ve heard oil based lubes are good too, but i haven’t personally tried them (yet). as long as your toys are actually silicone, oil will not degrade your toy. i only had to reapply once for a mostly painless experience, as opposed to the countless times reapplying water based lube just for it to still hurt. side note, DO NOT use silicone based lube with silicone toys.

- if you’re anxious about smelling, dude, just go take a hoe bath. no shame in washing yo ass real quick if it’ll make you feel better. i doubt your partner (if you have one) will notice or care about the time it takes.

- try out a bunch of shit on your own before doing it with a partner. don’t do it with a partner who you don’t trust to respect your boundaries and listen to your instructions. if you’re too afraid to tell a partner “stop, slow down, hold on” then DON’T. just do not. stick to solo play if that is the case.

- if you’re with a partner, start out with them on their back and you on top, and ask them not to thrust. this gives you complete control, and you need that starting out.

but yeah, anyways, i just had the most comfortable anal i’ve ever had, with barely any prep (DO LOTS OF PREP BTW, do as i say not as i do, you want 2-3 fingers in that thang before you go sticking a dick in there). i skipped over obvious stuff like flared bases and safe materials and whatnot because i feel like that is (or at least should be) common knowledge at this point. but yeah, maybe this’ll help someone, maybe i’m over sharing for no reason, who knows who cares i’m havin fun and i hope you are too

[milestonekestrel]

hello. are all of these WIP titles just for SWTD??? lmao well tell me about "Flood". is it literally about a flood?

HI DRAGON

yes they are.... I'm so scotlandpilled rn. I'm literally waking the deep on the daily.

anyway!!!! flood!!!

flood was an old one... and it kind of is just about a flood! but said flood is a flooding of water tanks at an abandoned like. water treatment plant. its for an au, where Caz, Suze, and Billy (Chamberlain) all fight addair at said abandoned water treatment plant. and like. almost die, all three of them.

this is an event at the end, in which they come up with a plan to lure addair onto a catwalk (caz is bait... yay....?) and hopefully from there push him into the flooded tank, trap him in there, and make sure he drowns and does NOT come back this time. except uh.. Caz kinda falls in with him. and almost drowns. and then billy almost dies from traumatic injury and internal bleeding cause by. dislocating his shoulder and STILL trying to hold up a collapsing structure with it. he DESTROYED his nerves..... its a wonder he could even keep the arm honestly.

you can read what's in the wip so far... cause it really ain't much lol. and this thang's OLD like I said...

“Flood the tank!” 

Caz sidestepped Addair, whacking him on the side of the head with the wooden plank. “Billy,” he moved closer to the wall, “The control panel— All the way up!” 

Billy Chamberlain glanced at it, and then back at Caz. 

¨But you–¨

¨Just do it!¨

He braced himself, scooting along the edge of the rickety little bridge. He jammed the wooden board in the space between the wall and one of the supports. The weakest one, it seemed, for it was bent and creaking. 

Caz wrenched the damn plank back and forth, trying not to think about what he was doing. Behind him, he could feel Addair´s presence like a fire. He heard him thrashing around, he heard him hissing and chittering. 

And then, suddenly, the chittering was drowned out by the sounds of rushing water. Caz flinched away as water billowed from the pipes above them, crashing against the bridge and filling the tank below them. Addair recoiled harshly as the spray hit him, and he turned to Caz.

¨What are ye doing?!¨ He hissed, Caz tried to pry the wood from it's wedged position, but it did not budge, ¨Ye– YE CUNT–¨

He tried to leap at Caz, but the bridge slanted sharply, throwing the both of them off balance. Addair fell flat onto his face. Caz fell into the railing for support, blinking rapidly as his head spun. He looked down to see the pit below him, and his stomach rolled over. The wooden board snapped in half, and the support was torn free from the wall. 

The bridge was shaking now. Caz had to get off it. 

¨Caz!¨ He looked up, away from the tank, to see Billy. He was leaning over the railing on his own platform, a hand outstretched. ¨Jump, man! Quick!¨

Caz tried, he really did. He lifted a foot to get purchase on the railing, but then the bridge fell still. In desperation, Caz reached out his own hand. 

¨BIL–¨

It snapped. One support after the other, like dominoes, buckling under the weight on the little catwalk. Caz heard Addair screech as he slid with the collapsing platform, and he held onto the railing for dear life, knuckles going white. With a terrible scraping sound, the bridge collapsed, and it brought Caz and Addair down with it. 

And Caz could hear nothing but tearing and crashing, not even Addair´s shrieking, until he could suddenly hear nothing at all. 

Not even Billy, up above, shouting at the top of his lungs.

¨CAZ!¨ He was practically halfway over the railing now, staring into the pit where Caz had disappeared. ¨Fuck- Fuck! No, no, no– CAZ!¨

[disconinjacircus]

I finally got around to watching Moana 2 and here are my thoughts (spoilers.) Also if you don’t like CinemaSins you probably won’t appreciate this so just skip it boo thang:

They really said “we have cultural appreciation at home”

The soundtrack is in the same soul pod as Kidz Bop in the most karmic way

In the entertainment justice system, cash grab based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Internetland, the dedicated reviewers who investigate these vicious crimes against humanity are members of an elite squad known as the Animated Victims Unit. These are their stories.

WHY IS SHE USING THE SCYTHE THING LIKE THAT, VOTE HER OFF THE BOAT WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A BOAT

They want to sell more coconut toys, obvs

Why do they insist on pairing VA’s with songs that require a different type of vocal tonal category (re: the Fach system) to sing them well? I’m so tired of flat, hollow singing from VA’s without big voices trying to sing songs that require a ton of vocal power to fill them out. The Rat Mafia needs to give up on the classic Disney music format if they won’t hire that style of singer and instead write songs for the VA’s they do hire OR go back to hiring based on appropriate vocal capabilities for the songs they insist on writing. It’s literally so simple to fix. Not everyone has that type of voice, stop trying to make fetch happen. Let them shine in the way they DO sing.

Ok but is the scary bat lady single?

“I have the power of god and anime on my side”

I wish the lightning thing was explored way earlier instead of being a cliffhanger (no not her)

CPR EXISTS WTF AT LEAST DO A RECOVERY POSITION?! WHAT IS THIS DANGEROUS NONSENSE

The boats immediately appear, HOW

That’s a lot of tourists and not a single damn AirBnB in site, you’re going to decimate your food supply AND leave them camping rough??? You don’t have the infrastructure for this

Wouldn’t it have been interesting to see literally anything at all about the guests BEFORE the end? Like maybe a sub plot or two? Could explain their immediate arrival too and why everyone is so cheerful to see each other and not a single person acted aggressively

They did my bat girlfriend so dirty, where is her screen time?

I’m vehemently against making Moana anything other than a badass human being, why do we HAVE to tack privilege onto every single protagonist? Why can’t they just be a normal person with a dream? The ocean stuff was already pretty wild but at least she didn’t lean on it 95% of the time, but now? “Sorry kids, unless you’re destined for greatness and made into the most elite member of your social circle, you won’t be able to make a real difference other than laboring for one of those heroes instead, so get in line.” This should have ended with her focusing on teaching these skills to her village and her father finding someone else to pass the mantle to because Moana is just not on board (heh) with being stuck on a single island THE WAY THEY NEED IN ORDER TO FUNCTION. Leaders should be accountable for leading, not going off on wild adventures like Rafael Edward “Ted” (he/him) Cruz while his state froze over without power. Seriously, she doesn’t need to be handed everything with zero repercussions bc “daddy got over his control issues, he believes in me now!” They vaguely touched on this in the beginning but they really made it out like she gets the best of both worlds and that’s that because she’s *chosen.*

They really sucked the soul out of the franchise in order to make it a franchise

I wanted to like this movie so badly. I knew I wouldn’t love it like the first one, but I went in so ready to appreciate it for what it was. I kept my standards low and they still tripped on the bar and flung themselves under it somehow. It doesn’t have to be this way. We can make wonderful art, there’s so much talent to go around. Holding out hope Andor season 2 will carry the torch better.

[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 14 - Shy-Tan Djarin

Mandalorian X Fem Reader

The Mandalorian is trapped on a deadly planet, escapes, and finds out secrets about his Mandalorian history that changes the ways of his people and his life but leaves him running for his life and the life of his child and Riduur.

Minors DNI. Smut, fluff, dirty, dirty thangs. So. Many. Dirty. Thangs.

It had been a long and boring 24 hours in the Razor Crest.  Din was unsure if he could approach you because you were so mad about leaving Mayfeld behind.  You understood, for the security of your child that you couldn’t have outside influences.  The reality of everyone being a danger had sunk in for you.  But Din was still unsure if you understood.  He hung around corners and opted to leave the room when you entered to give you space, which seemed to you like him being standoffish and petty.

He was running daily diagnostics when you walked into the cockpit. 

He tilted his head up to you and gingerly asked,

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I want to vomit consistently and this little fucker keeps kicking me like it’s a routine to make me have pain.”  

“Well, we’ll be on Mandalor in two days.  You can just relax once we're there.Can you hold out until we get there?”

You jump as you feel another pain and grunt out loud.

Din extends an arm and his gloved hand pulls you in to sit on his lap.

“I love you.” he whispers as he holds you.

“I love you t-” Suddenly you jump up from Din’s lap.

“What’s wrong?”  He questions.

“I think they just kicked my liver into my chest.-”  You hold your stomach then cry out again in pain.

Din jumps to his feet and wraps his arms around you.

“No…. I’m okay.  Just a bad kick.”  You wave him off. 

Water hits the floor with a crash.

You look up to Din, terrified.

“What just happened?”  You ask with fear racing through your words.  Din knows, but can’t manage to find words either,  “What’s happening?”  You beg.

Din grabs you and eases you down to the ground.

“Our baby is coming.”  He says laying you back.  He pulls his cape off and mounds it under your head as a pillow.  “Are you comfortable?”  He shakily asks.

“I haven’t been comfortable for months.”  You say as the pain eases away like pulling a sheet from your body.  Din strokes your cheek to try to soothe you.

“We’re landing on the closest planet and going to a doctor.  You’ll be okay.”  He softly whispered.  You nod then he pulls himself up and takes the controls of the Razor Crest, angling it  down towards the first planet within view.

……………

Din threw a black hooded cloak around you as he led you into the city in search of a doctor.  Letador was the worst place to try to find help.  It was comprised of thieves and drug lords.  He tried his best to shadow you from the onlookers but there was no doubt by their curious looks at The Mandalorian that they were on the lookout for him and you.

“Aaaah!” you screamed as your contractions overtook you and forced you to a sudden hault in the street.  Din gathered you in his arms and pulled you close to his chest and looked around, seeing people turning to look at you.  This was gathering too much attention.

“Follow me…”  He whispered to you as he wound his way through alleyways, you stumbling and faltering in his grasp as he urged your forward..  You came to a full stop and shouted out in pain and Din realized there was no more moving forward from this point.  He wildly looked around and saw a dilapidated wood board covering  a hole in the wall of an abandoned, concrete, factory building. He gently sat you down to lean, huffing and puffing through your pain and grasping your stomach, against the wall of the factory then pulled the board away to reveal  a bashed out hole in the side of it creating an entrance..  

You called out in white hot pain again as you sat in the alleyway.  Din rushed to your side and pulled you to your feet trying to shush you as he guided you into the abandoned building.

“I don’t want to give birth here…”  You panted, terrified as Din led you from room to abandoned room trying to find the most buried room in the building where, hopefully, no one would hear.

“I want a doctor…”  You begged.

“”I’m sorry, this is what we have right now…”  Din said exasperated, “We need to get you as far away from people that can hear you as possible.”

You nod as he leads you into the next room.  You fall to your knees, screaming and clutching your stomach.

“Din!” you finally manage to shout out as you reach your hand out to find his. His gloved hand holds yours tightly as his visor dodges around to try to find resources to help deal with you possibly giving birth here.  You crumple onto the concrete, cracked and chipped floor and look terrified into his visor.

He’s never seen you so scared and it pierces his soul.  He just wants you to feel some comfort but there’s nothing he can do.  He reaches up and unlatches his helmet and there is a hiss of it depressurizing.  He drops it to one side and  you look into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Am I going to die?” your voice wavers with tears now streaming down your face..

He takes your face in both of his hands and slowly shakes his head.

“I won’t let you go.”  He kisses your forehead then clenches your hand harder.

You scream out in pain as your next contraction moves.  Din moves behind you and pulls you to sit up against him on the wall..

You scream again, covered in sweat.

“Something is wrong!”  You shout.

Din’s mind immediately races to the doctor’s warnings of a breech birth.  He trembles, but holds your hand and curls his body around yours as you push.

“You can do this.”  He whispers to you as you shiver in pain.

…………….

Inside a backpack, inside an abandoned building, on a forgotten planet full of thieves and criminals there was a red flashing light.

Mayfeld watched his tracking device as it blinked faster and faster until it led him to an abandoned building.  He was confused as he spun around, trying to find the entrance then moved aside the plywood board to enter the structure.  He watched the flashing light on his tracker work faster and faster until finally it was a steady tone.  He looked up.

The Mandalorian sat against the grey, dirty wall with a bundle in his arms  Next to him was a bundle of rags and a plastic tarp with legs sticking out and a large puddle of blood.

“Mando!”  Mayfeld exclaimed.  He rushed up, “Are you okay?”  Din tiredly looked up at him, too emotionally spent to have words.  Mayfeld slowly moved his hand and pulled down the rags that Din held in his arms to see a baby that slowly wriggled it’s arms up at him and gargled a breath.

He smiled at the child but that faded when he angled his face back up to Din and saw how pale and exhausted he was.  He looked to his left and saw your lifeless body laying under a tarp and some rags.

“I can’t bring her back.”  Din says, defeated.  “I tried.  But she won’t wake up.”

Mayfeld gives Din a nod trying to stifle his own fears.

He feels for a pulse.

“She’s alive.”  He nods at Din. “I have two speeders outside.”  You take the kid and I’ll take her.”

Mayfeld offers Din his hand and Din struggles to his feet.  Mayfeld then grasps your body and pulls it up, wrapped in the cloak.

“We have to go now!  They know you’re somewhere on this planet and half the quadrant is looking for you!”

Din nods and you make your way out to the speeder.  Din holds the child close to his chest, waiting for Mayfeld to secure your barely conscious body onto the speeder.  You wake up slightly, crack your eyes, and hold Mayfeld’s waist on the the speeder, rasping, “You owe me credits, Straight Arrow.”

Mayfeld merely looks over his shoulder at you and says, “Hold on, kid.  We’re getting you out of here.”  He feels you tighten your grip and both Din and your speeders take off.  

The speeders shift and dodge through the thin streets of the city and it isn’t lost on any of you how many eyes are watching you.  It was at the edge of the city that Mayfeld laughed, “We made it!” as he can see the Razor Crest in the distance. 

Like clockwork, ten speeders emerged from the outskirts of the city, rapidly gaining on you as you sped towards the ship.

Din shoots Mayfeld an annoyed look as they race next to each other.

“What?”  Mayfeld snarks at Din and shrugs, “You’ve never overestimated something?”

Blaster fire rained through the air as the thieves, pirates and bounty hunters gained on them.  Both speeders came to a sliding stop in a cloud of dust.  Mayfeld ushered you off of the speeder and you both took cover behind the speeder as blaster fire shot off like fireworks.  Din hunched over the child, protectively covering him as he looked over at Mayfeld and yourself.  Mayfeld leapt and slid next to Din behind his speeder, narrowly missing blaster fire.

“Give me the child!”  He gasped.  Din hesitated and pulled the child back from him, “I’m gonna get your child and The Kid into the Razor Crest while you hold them off!”  He shouted at Din’s visor.  He still hesitated, but saw how quickly they were being approached and caged in and with a terrified breath handed over the child to Mayfeld.

“Cover me!”  Mayfeld said, somersaulting to his speeder as Din stood and dodges in the opposite direction, shooting at the army approaching.  Mayfeld  handed the child to you who weakly grasped them to your chest.

He panted, face covered in dust and fear, “We’re gonna hold your kid as close as you can and run up the ramp when I tell you to.”  He nodded at you for reassurance and you nodded back in understanding.

“Go!”  Mayfeld yelled.  He grasped around your waist, hauled you up and yanked you as hard and fast as he could into the Razor Crest.  Once inside he hit the button to bring up the cargo bay ramp that slowly withdrew.

Din saw the hatch  closing and as he was taking extensive fire tried to shoot off his jet pack to fly to the hatch.  A pirate jumped on him, putting him in a choke hold but he merely shot off his jet pack again and set him on fire.  Din shot up and he slipped through the opening of the cargo bay hatch closing at the last second.

Mayfeld was already at the helm taking the ship off.

“Go see your kid and wife and make sure they’re okay!  I’ll deal with this!”  Mayfeld yelled frantically as he swerved the Razor Crest into the atmosphere.

Din nods once and races back to the cargo bay to find where Mayfeld had left you in your makeshift bed of blankets and pillows holding your child.

The Razor Crest jolted, taking fire and dipped and swerved with wild jolts as Din slid in next to you and held you close in the complete darkness of the cargo hold.  You clutched him, your child gurgling and making happy noises, pushed between the two of you.

“It’s okay”  Din tried to sooth you as he held your head into his chest, feeling your heart racing and rigid, terrified body clutching to him.

Finally the Razor Crest smoothed out it’s flight pattern.  You look up to Din with wide, tear welling eyes and he tilts his helmet down at you, stroking your cheek and grasping you and the child closer.

“Sleep.”  He says simply, “I’ll protect you.”

You kiss his bare neck slowly and softly then tumble into a deep sleep.

………………….

You open your eyes and, unfortunately, saw Mayfeld.

“Hey, trooper.”  Mayfeld smirked at you.

Immediately, you fell into pain from your birth and huddled over hugging your body.

“Yeah.  That’s normal, apparently.”  Mayfeld quirked nonchalantly.

“Where’s The Mandalorian?”  You managed to rasp out.

“He’s flying the ship.  We’ll be on Mandalor soon.

“My baby?”

Mayfeld smiles and angles your child, bundled up in his crooked arms to your face so you can see them.  You smile and exhale all your nervousness as you gather them in your arms and quiet tears stream down your face.  You shyly try to wipe and hide them from Mayfeld.

“Hey,” Mayfeld said sitting next to you “I have five kids.  Five.  And every time that woman created another little copy of me I cried my eyes out because it was so goddamn beautiful that she made something so impossible.  I cried. Every. Damn Time. Do you know what Mandalorain was doing after you gave birth?  Holding your child  and crying.”

You look up at Mayfeld with red, swollen eyes not sure of his point, “You should cry when you make another soul.  One of the most fierce warriors in the universe sobbed when he saw this little one.”  He pats your shoulder and gets up as Din enters the doorway of he cargo hold.

“I’ll let you take over from here.”  Mayfeld says as he brushes past Din.

“Hi, Dad.”  You smile unsurely, holding your child.  Din approaches cautiously and when he kneels down next to you sees the familiar purple flash emitting from your stripes indicating you’re bonded and it makes him smile and trace his arm around your bare back.  You look with a smile into his visor.  Then slowly pull back the bundle of fabric they’re swaddled in.

“It’s a boy.”  You smile at Din.

Din slowly extends a gloved finger to the child who exudes a wet gasp then reaches up with his closed eyes and grasps Din’s large gloved finger.

“What should we call him?”  Din asks, nuzzling closer to you and getting more comfortable in the bed.

“I want him to have a Mandaloran name.  But something that holds my family name as well.”  You say gazing into your child's drowsy face.

“Shy-Tan.”  Din says, “Like your Mandalorian father.”

You mull it over a long moment then try out the name on the child,

“Shy-Tan.”  You smile, “What do you think, little guy?”  The child gurgles and hiccups.  You smile and look up to Din.

“Shy-Tan Djarin.”  You confirm.  Din slinks down in bed with his arm around you.  You cuddle Shy-Tan closer, “You’re going to change the universe, Shy-Tan.”

………………………………………………………

The Razor Crest approaches Mandalor and your breath hitches in your throat as you sit in the co-pilot’s chair.

“Don’t worry.  Everything will be fine.” Din tries to dissuade your worries to no use.  Shy-Tan begins to cry in your arms.

You divert your attention to him and stand up, bobbing him up and down and trying to shush him.

“I’m with the kid.”  Mayfeld pipes up from the jump seat behind the copilot’s chair, his legs kicked out and crossed casually upon a console as he grasps the bridge of his nose in exhaustion,  “You’re nuts if you think we can just walk into Mandalor and state ‘we good, right?’ and have them throw a welcome home party.”

“We have the first male Luc/Mandalorian child ever born.”  Din states as if it’s a question of “why wouldn’t they understand?”, with a shrug and head shake of confusion.

“Yeah.”  Mayfeld kicked his legs off the console and swiveled to face Din,  “That’s like saying, ‘Hey, I made a kid with the race that murdered a bunch of you and was exiled.  It’s wanted as a trophy because of the suffering it’s race put your planet through.  So can we, like, hang out here now?’ You think that’s gonna go over well?”  Mayfeld makes a good point that leaves Din frozen.  Mayfeld turns to you, “You wanna be any part of this?”  He puts you on the spot as you jolster Shy-Tan, nervously to try to stop him from crying and look busy to dodge the question.  You merely shush Shy-Tan some more and turn away from Mayfeld, shooting him an annoyed look, and move back further away from both of them in the cockpit, “See?”  Mayfeld throws his arms out, “Are you doing this for her, and your kid?  Or are you doing this for you?  Because you need justification?”  Din shakes his head to ignore Mayfeld with an annoyed sigh and goes back to busying himself on the controls that bring The Razor Crest into entering the atmosphere of Mandalor.

“I’m just sayin’ - Don’t make a poster child out of A CHILD.”  Mayfeld slaps a console as he swiftly turns and brushes past you out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold.

You’re still left bouncing Shy-Tan who is now quiet but you keep shushing him to fill the silence as you wander back and forth behind Din as he flies the Razor Crest into Mandalor.

“Do you not want to do this?”  He abruptly breaks the silence as the ship still slowly approaches the planet.

“I don’t.”  You say simply.  “But…” you continue hesitantly, “we have to.”  You stand next to his pilot’s chair and reach a hand down to grasp his shoulder. “For Shy-Tan.”

Din angles his visor up to you, “But Mayfeld is right?”  He asks solemnly.

You nod your head.

“Unfortunately… Mayfeld is right.”

……………………………..

The Razor Crest comes in for a slow landing on the docks of Mandalore and the cargo bay ramp extends mechanically.  Bo Katan stands far back with a line of Mandalorians on either side of the walkway leading up to her to greet your arrival… or protect them from you.  Din steps out with Mayfeld and they slowly stride down the ramp.  As you step with Shy-Tan bundled in your arms a few feet behind them the lines of Mandalorians power up their weapons and pull out their guns.  You stop dead in your tracks as Din turns back and holds out his hand to try to quell your worries.

“Put your weapons down.”  Bo Katan orders the Mandalorians and begrudgingly, the lines of Mandalorians look to each other and one by one holster their weapons  Din waits for you to catch up to him at the end of the ramp and slides a confirming arm around your back as he leads you forward to meet Bo Katan through the myriad of Mandalorian helmets that you can feel the seething hate from as you pass them.  You apprehensively stand in front of Bo-Katan who stands with crossed arms.

“We welcome you because Din Djarin saved our planet.”

“We thank you for taking us in.”  Din nods ceremoniously. 

“You and your child will be given housing on the outskirts of town where you can hide.  Your friend will be given lodging within the city.”

“Thank you.”  You finally speak up.  It catches Bo off guard that you would speak to her and her helmet snaps to you.  She leans in to you and lowers her voice,

“If you show one sign of violence I will shoot you and your child into the nearest sun.”  She threatens.  You’re shocked and look back to Din who merely holds an open palm in front of you to stop you from moving or reacting.

“We will protect you.”  Bo Katan nods then proclaims loudly.  “All Mandalorians will protect you. As long as you respect the ways of The Creed.”  There is some awkward shuffling amongst the lines of Mandalorians but no outwardly response.

“You need the waters of Mandalor.”  Bo states looking over your hunkered and diminished form, still weak and injured from giving birth. “Go there with the Armourer and heal your birthing wounds. There you will solidify the name of your child and confirm them into your Clan.”

You nod, meekly.

Bo nods at the Armorer that steps forward from the front of the line.

“Follow me.”  The Armourer commands.

With that, you leave the palace.  You, with Shy-Tan in your arms, Din leading you and Mayfeld taking up the rear, follow the Armorer who silently leads you down into the mines of Mandalor.  It seems to take hours as you weave and climb your way down into the center of the world until you find yourself standing in an underground cave, overlooking the dark waters of Mandalor.

“Go and sit in the waters of Mandalor with your baby in your arms and it will heal your wounds.”  The Armorer commands emotionlessly.  You nod, huddling Shy-Tan a bit closer to your chest as you kick off your boots.

“Wait.”  Din’s hand clasped your shoulder.  You turn to be face to face with his visor.  He raises his gloved hand and strokes your cheek.

“I love you.”  He whispers. 

“I love you to the end of the stars and back.”  You smile at him

“Be my Riiduur.”

He kneels down on one knee and takes your hand.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you.  I want to be part of you forever.”

You nod frantically.  “Yes.”  You whisper between your tears.

Din looks back to the Armorer who pauses, taken aback but trying to hide her reaction.

“All three of you must get into the waters of Mandalor.” She instructs.

You strode out, pushing against the dark water with Shy-Tan in your arms and Din holding your hand wading in by your side.

“The three of you are now bonded for life.  One shall never exist without the other.  Din Djarin, you have found your Riduur.  May the waters of Mandalor purify this unity and bring health, unity and security to your clan.  Stay here and let the waters of Mandalor heal past wounds so you can go forth with your new lives together. Repeat these vows to each other, ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde’”

Both of you turn to each other and slowly repeat the vows to each other.

“It is now written in history.”The Armorer finishes.  She turns and coldly begins to walk out of the cave leaving the three of you standing waist high in the water.

“I was a witness.”  Mayfeld says excitedly, “You know, for the first Mandalorian/Luc wedding…”

The Armorer stops and slowly turns her head to Mayfeld.

“Witnesses are not required or noted for Mandalorian unions. Follow me out and let them be.”

Mayfeld turns while walking away,  waves and yells, “Congrats!” at the three of you and follows the Armorer out.  Before he was out of earshot you heard him question her, “So are you Riduured to anyone?” and hear The Armorer loudly sigh in frustration.

You smirk as you watch them leave and suddenly the cavern is completely silent except for the occasional drip of humidity off of the stalactites into the dark water.  The water ripples like silk as Din moves to you and pulls you close.

“How do you feel?”  he carefully whispers.

“You’re my Riduur now.  Ask me that with your helmet off and I’l give you an honest answer.”  You smile.

Din decompresses his helmet and tosses it to the shore.

His chocolate eyes flick back and forth searching your face as he wades in close to you.  There’s a slight smile that breaks out over his plush lips.  Then his eyes slowly close as he leans into you and you feel his aquiline nose nuzzle you, then his lips brush against yours and slowly open for his warm wet tongue to explore your hot, waiting mouth.

Your vision turns blinding white with fireworks as you arch back and let him trail his warm kisses and licks up your neck as he cradles your head.

“Let’s get to our new home.”  You stroke the side of his face as he slowly smiles a dimpled, stubbly jaw at you.

“Do you still have any pain?”  He asks, gently swirling you around him in the water.

“No”  You said, kind of shocked.  You didn’t feel any more birthing pains.  It was as if the waters of Mandalor had healed you and invigorated you.

“You can walk to the house?”  He asked.

“I could walk 1000 miles right now.”  You smile and bite his lip playfully.

“Good.”  He says grabbing you up in his arms and carrying you out of the water.  Just as he was about to leave the cavern there was a loud sloshing like a whirlpool that was emerging from the Waters of Mandalor.  Din turned with you in his arms and Shy-Tan tucked against your chest to see a giant pair of reptilian eyes emerge with a bubbling force from the waters. Din is shocked and slowly puts you down as you both stare at it, stunned.

“The Mythosaur…” You trailed off in awe.  “I thought it was just a wives tale.”  Din pulled you and Shy-Tan protectively closer to him and could only shake his head in awe as he looked at the eyes of the dinosaur poking out from the water, inspecting the three of you.  It gave out a giant huff of air that shot water and mist 20 feet into the air, gave one last slow blink, then slowly descended into the water again.  You looked at Din at the same time his helmet turned to you.

“That’s normal, right?”  You ask shakily.

“No.”  Din states in awe.

……………………………….

You get to your small house on the outskirts of town.  There’s nothing much in it other than a bed and a shotty crib with some tattered blankets but it’s more than you had worked with so far and were happy to have it, even though Din knew it was meant as a slap in the face from Bo Katan

You gently hummed Shy-Tan to sleep and laid him in the nest of rags in the crib.  Tucking him in lovingly,  Din stepped up and hovered over him, not able to find words as he stared at him.  He slowly reached out a gloved hand to touch him and you swatted it away.

“Don’t!”  You hissed.  “He’s been up all day.  And I want some time with my Riduur” you smile mischievously.

“Are you okay for….”  Din shifted uncomfortably.

“I don’t know what’s in that water but I feel amazing. I’m fully healed.”  You take his hand and lead him away from the crib and into you.  He hums his approval and you feel him getting hard underneath his flight suit. “You know… there’s a claw foot bath tub here….”  You smile sideways dripping with insinuation.

“Hm…  I remember last time I had to teach you how to use a bath…”

“Yeah.  I think I have a handle of it now.  Maybe we can do it together?”

“Then I guess I ‘d better make you dirty first…”  Din pulls at your pants and pushes them slowly down then you del his thick hands around your thighs and ass, his breath getting heavy.  “I love the feel of your wet pussy against your underwear.”  He moans in your ear as his hand feathers over your underwear.  You moan and throw your head back.  He slowly circles over your clit over top of your underwear and watches you wraith in anticipation.

“Don’t you do that to me, Din Djarin!” You whisper harshly to him as he teases you.

“No?”  He asks innocently as he slowly shifts back and forth, kneeling down until he’s between your thighs.  You hear his helmet depressurize as he lifts it off and places it on the ground next to him. You can feel his hot breath outside of your underwear and he blows softly over it to tease you.

You clench your thighs together, holding his head, locked in place.

“Mmm…. good girl.”  He moans.  You look down as his dark chocolate eyes stare up intently at you right before he looks gently down and dives into eating out your pussy like a man starved.  You watch as his face nods up and down, eyes down, watching your clit get more and more swollen.  Now and then he comes up for air and a small smile of pleasure forms on his face as he uses his hands to continue to feather and circle your clit, driving you into his controlled ecstasy.  He dives back in and you feel him nuzzle his aqualine nose against you over and over bringing you up and up to new levels.  Then his wet, warm tongue takes over, licking just one side of your clit, so gently you can barely feel it, but the teasing sends you into the stratosphere as your back arches and you silently gasp for air at the ceiling.  Your chest heaves, sweat drips between your breasts and you buck your hips wildly and uncontrollably.  He only dives in with more enthusiasm.  You try to pull him back from your overstimulated clit but he won’t relent and licks and sucks harder.

You scream out his name.

Your cum squirts across his face.  It drips down his chin and his hard cock only throbs more.

“Dirty girl” Din Growels and hungrily licks up your juices.

He grabs your wrist and leads you to the bathroom where he turns on the bath, beginning to fill it with warm water.  You fall to your knees and undo his belt letting hs hard cock spring out of his flight suit.  You lick you plush lips, readying yourself for the flavor of his member in your mouth.

Hungrily you lick the silky skin of it, feeling his vein throbbing and precum bead up in the slit of his head that you lick up needily.  You slowly open your mouth and softly engulf his penis as he grabs the back of your hair and arches his back feeling the pleasure pulse through him.  You gingerly lower ourself down the length of his hard cock, feeling it throbbing in your mouth and as you pull back up he moans loudly.  Your hand grasps he base of his member as you wildly bob up and down, your saliva mixing with his pre-cum making him rock hard and bucking into your face.  He thrusts over and over as tears stream down your cheeks, taking in the huge width and length of him, your tongue dancing all around him.  You feel his balls tighten and his cock heave as he’s about to cum and pull away before he can reach his plateau. He angrily lets out a long, frustrated, primitive grunt. The bath is ready.

You step into the warm, steaming water, leading him by his hand as he’s still lust drunk and pliable to whatever you ask of him.  He sits in front of you as you nestle up against the back of he claw foot tub.  Your arms wrap around him and grab his cock, slowly teasing and tickling him, bringing him up and up until he’s moaning out lout with pleasure and calling out your name.  His chest is heaving and hips are bucking into your hand.

Slowly you flip over on top of him and angle his cock to your entrance.  He looks up at you with wide, unsure eyes as he enters you then with a hard thrust sheathes himself fully into you.  His brows knit together and mouth drops open as you engulf him. You toss your head back and shout out in pleasure as his hand tangles in your damp hair to control you and he begins rutting into you.  His forceful thrusts fill you fully and make your body feel complete as he smiles and gently grunts into your neck and angles his head up to nip at your ear.

You find yourself cock drunk and arched towards the sky as he fucks up into you in the bath.  The coil inside of you tightens to an extreme and just as you thought it would snap he reaches down and begins quickly circling your clit, turning you into a wild animal. You’re both calling out into the quiet night, moaning and panting and begging then the cool snaps in both of you suddenly as you call out his name over and over, wildly riding him.  As he watches you become feral on top of him his own cock twitches, becomes rock hard and suddenly spurts inside of you like a geyser as thick ropes of cum paint your walls.  He clutches you closely to his body as he grunts and whines into your flesh, bucking wildly and uncontrollably.

Finally the motions stop and both of you fall back to earth.  With his cock still in you he gently kisses your forehead, closed eyes, cheeks, ear lobes, neck and collar bone until he’s run out of steam and slumps into your body that rests on top of him and both of you sink back into the water. You can hear gentle lapping of the warm water as he circles his hand on the steaming skin of your back, calming you as you catch your breath.

Shy-Tan can be heard rustling then crying in the other room and you moan your discontent.  Din raises a hand and shuffles up from underneath you in the bath.

“I’ve got it.”  He says pulling his body out of the bath.  He wraps a towel around himself.  “You stay here.  I like the idea of you bathing in my cum.”

He leaves to tend to your child.

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3, 17, 22, 23, 30, 34, 48. for the sampson. the sample .

the samosa.... yayyy yayy thank u zee for giving me qs ^-^ ❤

obligatory link back to the aske game !

3. Do they enjoy cooking?

I dont think so ! though he CAN cook and do it pretty well, he usually left it to his wife and never liked doing it. after all it takes alot of set up and time and its a MESS.... so in current times he like 90% of the time gets pizza or microwaves smth...... or bums some food off of his job/callahan >:)

17. How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

i instantly wanted to say EXTREMELY easilly but it would honestly depend? yea thats rite hes not THAT shitty of a guy.. he mostly suffers from the bystander effect and is ... selfish... plus has an extreme fear of death so put him on the spot and he would do anything to keep himself from getting killed even if that meant hurting someone else. BUT i think he wouldnt be AS selfish if his wife, kid, or someone else he loved was involved... then he would be more considerate... but otherwise? no morals, just keeping himself safe

(the rest r under the read more ^-^ )

22. Would they ever betray someone for money?

not really... while i do think hes selfish i dont think he would do something that extreme for something as non important as money, i think that also what helps him to ... not really care to do such a thang for money is that he can just . like . scam people or something... like he has a ton of money saved up AND this man 100% would install a bitcoin miner on someones pc if left alone with it.... like he doesnt see money as more important than someones life... or something equally as important to him

23. How would they want to die?

ohhh interesting q .... see my easy answer is he just shrimply would not want to <3 but if he were like forced to have to think about it... i think he would want to die surrounded by friends... not alone... it doesnt really matter how at that point, whether its painful or not, he just would want at least one other person there with him

30. If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?

i think he would like to be like... bill gates famous... not like star famous tho, like famous where everyone knows ur name and u get the benefits from that but not so famous that u have paparazzi at ur house and everyone is always trying to talk to u bc they know u from tv and everything... he doesnt want things to get out of control or for his safety and privacy to be threatened!

34. How well do they deal with grief?

he doesnt <3 i feel like ive said this about another character but its Different. i think i said it about vicky maybe? which in that case they are different 4 reals... bc vicky like actively pushes his grief away or just like is able to give in to self destruction, meanwhile samson tries to run away from his grief or replace it with things he likes... hes NOT a self destructive guy! he may not take care of himself AS WELL but thats only with things that are more inconvenient and dont make him feel good! which is his like .. 1st priority... he also tries to cheer up others if theyre going thru smth rather than allow them to like fully feel their emotions, u kno? which works for people who are like him but probably is like ... dude -_- for other people

48. How likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?

not very likely... unless he knows 100% that it would mean something then hes not one to just run off and get himself hurt for no reason. mostly if someone Gets him to where a person would want revenge then he would just like... not.. SEE that is unless it was like ... something petty like he would absolutely go on a silly crusade of pranks against someone else who pranked him, THATS easy and in fact the petty-er the better for samson