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Never Look Down

Part 1: Din’s Evening

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Prompt: “I don’t know what’s happening but I love it.”

Summary: Din has been ignoring his crush on Grogu’s babysitter for a while now, with varying degrees of success. But after a misunderstanding leads to some revelations, there’s no denying things any longer. Sometimes you just need to look at things from a different perspective.

Rating: Mature (18+) with a smidge of explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character (for his POV scenes) / Din Djarin x Reader (for her POV scenes)

Word count: 5,330

Tags/warnings: alcohol, drunkenness, vomit (no description), numerous references to erections, some swearing, references to sex, non-explicit smutty thots, Din carries OFC a short distance, masturbation (male, semi-explicit, but I don’t think enough to push up the rating), 3rd person POV (part 2 will be 2nd person POV and OFC will become reader/you).

Author’s note: This was originally supposed to be for @beskarandblasters’ Din Djarin Fic Club Drabble Event, although drabble this is not! Kel said there was no word limit, but it grew so long that I couldn’t even call it a one-shot anymore, so I’m uploading it in two parts to make it easier to read and I think that probably disqualifies it from the Drabble Event. But Kel, thank you so much anyway for the prompt – it resulted in me finally pushing through my writer’s block and finishing/uploading something new, so I’m eternally grateful!

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He’s panicking. It’s stupid, really – he’s been in situations far trickier and more critical than this. But Karga said he needed help urgently, and now his babysitter isn’t answering her comlink.

Should he just go and leave Grogu here? It’s not like he never left him alone on the ship.

Except… something’s changed since the adoption. Din has started to care what others think of his parenting style. He hears people whisper that fatherhood clearly isn’t coming easily to him (he thought he was doing alright). He watches how his babysitter closely monitors every move the kid makes (the Mandalorians never watched him that closely). He listens when people talk about how they raise their own children (he hadn’t realised it was such hard work). And it’s made him feel as if he’s… lacking.

He hates feeling less than adequate in any area of his life, but somehow, failing as a father cuts deep. Perhaps it’s because he grew up without one. Plus, that scolding Peli gave him after she found Grogu alone on the Razor Crest still haunts him.

Although the Mandalorian method of letting them learn from their mistakes has merit (and it never did him any harm), he wants to be there for his son. So, no. He won’t leave Grogu here alone. He can’t risk him waking up and wondering why nobody comes if he calls. The kid has probably had enough of that in his past.

Why isn’t Maia picking up?

Din paces the cabin’s length, listening to the gentle ping of the comlink as it tries to connect with the one he gave her. Even the soothing pulse doesn’t ease his frustration. Diligent parenting is hard.

Just as he’s wondering if he can wake the kid and bring him along, the comlink crackles to life.

“—know what the stinking stang is wrong with it! Ah, frotz! Hello? Is this thing totally borked?”

For a baffling moment, he can’t work out whether he’s shocked or thrilled. She certainly doesn’t use that type of language around the kid, but he’s delighted to hear her voice nonetheless.

“Maia!” He interrupts her frustrated confusion as loud as he dares, lest he wake the sleeping child downstairs.

“Shiny, hi! It works! What’s up, my metal man? It’s late… is this a booty call?”

Once again, Din can’t decide if he’s shocked or thrilled. However, his dick’s instant twitch of interest proves that it, at least, is clearly siding with the latter. Dank farrik, he wishes it were a booty call. “No, Maia, I need—”

“Course it’s not!” she interrupts, giggling inanely. “Sorry, that was ridiculous, ignore me. Go on, you were saying?”

He takes a deep breath and tries to push past the stab of dismay at her labelling the idea of a booty call as ridiculous. At least she sounds in a happy mood.

“I’m sorry to contact you so late, but Karga has some kind of crisis. IG-11 is still with the Anzellans for repairs after the last crisis, so he’s asked for my help. Grogu’s asleep, but I’m gonna need you to come over and wait at the cabin until I return. I’ll pay you double your usual rate. I just don’t wanna leave him here alone.”

“Suuure! I’ll haul my jets over to you now. Five, ten minutes, tops. If you wanna take off now, I know your door code. I’ll check on the li’l bug as soon as I arrive.”

Din breathes a relieved sigh. “Thank you, I owe you. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Happy hunting, Beskar Boy! Or happy dispute settling!” Maia signs off with a melodic laugh that instantly makes him grin beneath his helmet, despite the stupid nickname.

The grin fades as he processes the meaning of the words preceding her addictive laughter, and he sighs. She’s probably right, although he hopes he’ll at least need his blaster for whatever mess the High Magistrate wants him to clean up.

Karga was once able to intimidate the townsfolk, but these days, they see him as purely a leader and captain of industry. They respect his ability to govern and improve the town – he’s more than proven himself capable in those roles. But whipping out a blaster from beneath those ridiculous robes now gains him little more than dubious raised eyebrows. By contrast, Cara was a fearsome and capable law enforcer, and now IG-11 keeps the citizens in line.

Except a reptavian tore off both of IG’s legs a few nights ago. Apparently, whatever the droid equivalent of ‘sick leave’ is, he’s taking it.

Din doesn’t mind helping out when he’s not on jobs for Carson. As long as Karga doesn’t solicit his help too often, it’s an easy way to make a few extra credits. He supposes that kind of makes him a part-time deputy, though he’ll never accept a title or a contract. But if tonight’s job is nothing more than a neighbour dispute, he’ll be a little peeved. His friend is aware of his skillset and wouldn’t contact him unless it required weapons and armour. He hopes.

He checks on Grogu once more, then equips himself with his usual arsenal, making sure to lock the weapons cabinet behind him. For some reason, his blasters fascinate Maia. He’s given her several shooting lessons, and she always asks to hold them whenever the cabinet’s unlocked. Although he doubts she’d handle them without his permission, he’d rather be present if she’s caressing his things.

Truthfully, he’d prefer it if she handled and caressed something else entirely, though he buries that thought for now. He has work to do, and an ill-timed hard-on would be awkward at best, if not downright perverse. He can torture himself later.

Din wraps up the problem in less than an hour. It does require his blaster, in fact, and he does have to shoot someone. Okay, it’s in the shoulder to disarm him, but the guy is only on his drunken vendetta because he’s heartbroken. He doesn’t deserve to die.

A year ago, he would’ve just shot him in the head and gone home. But he’s lived among the citizens of Nevarro for several months now, and he’s almost starting to feel like part of the community. Passing through it to visit the old covert was different. The Mandalorians were a separate (secret) colony, and he was merely a visitor who lived on his ship. Even though his new home is still on the outskirts, Grogu attends the school in town, and he already knows many of the other parents by name. These days, the market stall owners try to chat with him instead of looking away in fear as they used to.

The guy standing on a table in the cantina tonight with a blaster trained on his ex and her new flame is someone Din recognises. He can’t recall from where, but disarming rather than killing him feels like the right thing to do.

Once he has him in binders, he delivers him to Karga and hurries straight home. The lava flats are quiet and peaceful this time of night, free from the nocturnal bustle of the town and lit only by the celestial display above. There’s no sulphur fog tonight, and the air smells fresh.

But as pleasant as it is, he doesn’t dawdle. Just like every other time he’s left Maia in charge, he relishes the chance to walk into his home and see her there. As if she belongs. He finds that image far more dazzling than the constellations sparkling above him. It’s far sweeter than the fresh air he inhales through his helmet filters as he hastens toward his cabin.

He can’t pinpoint when his interest in her changed from professional to passionate. Grogu made it clear that he liked her best out of the several childminders they auditioned, so he gave her the job. At some point between then and now, he became enamoured with her.

But he can’t do anything about it.

His loyalty to his son means he can’t fuck the babysitter, so for now, Maia belongs to the kid, and Din sleeps alone.

Even though he’s had no serious relationships in the past, he imagines he’d be willing to try it with her. But since it’ll never happen, it’s not worth dwelling on. He’s noticed a few locals checking him out, so he can always approach them if he’s looking to get laid. He’s much more used to casual encounters.

But none of that stops Din from thinking his babysitter is beautiful. It doesn’t stop him from wishing he could run his hands over her welcoming body, indulge in her tender touch and heady scent, sink into her depths over and over until she’s crying out his name as they shatter together in ecstasy….

Dank farrik, he’d better quit thinking like that. He has enough trouble controlling his physical urges around her as it is. In fact, it’s starting to become a problem. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to dash off and furtively rearrange himself so his stomach padding hides his boner. He can’t wear the flight suits with the tight pants around her anymore, so the looser-fitting ones are getting much more use. In fact, he’s wearing his last pair. (That reminds him: he needs to do laundry tomorrow.)

Maia teases him whenever she can, but it’s always friendly, not flirty, and it doesn’t come close to being sexual. He’s never caught her looking anywhere other than directly at his visor. Still, he can’t help feeling embarrassed whenever something she says or does causes his cock to harden. He simply can’t control it.

Din reaches the cabin and punches in the door code, happy to note that his guest has locked it from inside. Her diligence and attention to detail certainly helped him trust her in his home from the outset of her employment.

Stepping across the threshold, he notices all the lights are out except for the one above the kitchen sink, which is unusual. Stranger still, all it illuminates is a near-full cup of water standing in a pool of condensation.

Nonetheless, it’s bright enough for him to survey the rest of the room cast in shadowed shades of grey.

He can’t see Maia.

Instantly, his heart rate rises, although he doesn’t panic. She’s probably just in the refresher or the kid’s bedroom with him. But the amount of moisture surrounding that cup shows it’s been sitting there almost as long as he was gone, which is curious. And there’s no light coming from downstairs either.

The cabin is small, with an open-plan kitchen and living space, and a staircase leading down to two bedrooms and the refresher. Din’s priority is his son, so he creeps down the ferrocrete steps, well-practised at following the route silently. With his night vision on, he can see that Grogu’s door is open a crack, and he pushes it wider. Little purring snores verify that the kid is sleeping soundly, and he slides the door fully closed to ensure he stays that way. Good.

Since his babysitter wasn’t in that room, and she wouldn’t invade his private space without permission, there’s only one other option. He bypasses his own bedroom opposite Grogu’s and heads to the door facing him – the refresher. He can’t pick up any sounds from within, but he’s not about to invade her privacy by listening too intently. The door is fully shut, but there’s a faint glow through the ventilation grill at the bottom, too weak to be the usual lights. A glowrod?

That’s rather odd. He’s grateful that Maia avoided putting on the hall lights while Grogu’s door was ajar, but she could’ve switched on the refresher lights once inside.

For an unsettling moment, Din isn’t sure how to proceed. He really doesn’t want to interrupt her if she’s busy. But… his instincts are telling him something is off, and he wants to know she’s okay.

He’ll give her a little longer. He’d rather be cautious than a perv.

He retreats upstairs again, conducting a thorough check of the living space and kitchen but finding nothing abnormal or suspicious. Nothing besides that abandoned cup of water, at least. Next comes his nightly check of the cabin’s weak points – the windows and entryway. He secures them all, figuring he can escort Maia out when she’s ready. Tipping away the water, he runs a fresh cup, turns his back to the stairs to lift his helmet and drink, and refills it. Finally, he disarms himself of most of his weapons, leaving one blaster in its holster and his vibroblade in his boot. He likes to bring some of his usual arsenal downstairs with him, even though he has multiple spares in a secure cabinet near his bed.

Which is where he’s headed now. Din sets the drink on his nightstand, switches off his night vision, and switches on the dim bedside light. His guest has seen him armourless a few times before, so he begins removing his beskar and the rest of his kit. He’s almost finished – just his armourweave stomach padding to go – when he hears a thump from the refresher.

In seconds, he’s outside it again, listening intently for any further clues. He’s been in the business of handling unconscious bodies for decades, and that sounded like an unconscious body.

“Maia?” he tries, keeping his voice low to ensure he won’t disturb the kid.

Nothing.

He knocks gently, giving it a few moments.

Still nothing.

Okay, now he’s really starting to worry. He returns to his bedroom, grabs his vambrace, and flicks through his visual settings until he’s replaced his night vision with the thermal overlay. He hopes he isn’t crossing a line here, but what else can he do? Walking to his doorway, he takes a deep breath… and directs his visor at the refresher.

Dank farrik, she’s on the fucking floor. Why didn’t he check sooner?

Jabbing off the thermal overlay, Din throws his vambrace on the bed, then rushes to the refresher door. He keeps his voice low in case he wakes Grogu, hoping it reaches her anyway. “Maia, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.”

He gives her five torturous seconds to respond or get decent if she isn’t already, and then he keys in the override code. The door slides open, revealing his unconscious (but blessedly fully clothed) babysitter slumped near the toilet, lit by a glowrod on the floor next to her. He can now hear her breathing heavily, though it doesn’t sound laboured, just a deep state of sleep.

His helmet isn’t sealed, so straight away, he’s able to detect the lingering smell of vomit. A somewhat grim consequence of being both a bounty hunter and a father means Din can also distinguish types of vomit. Although she has flushed, there’s no air filtration with the lights off, and the residual odour tells him that Maia has been drinking alcohol.

It also explains her unconscious state, so his worry dissipates a little, and mild annoyance starts to creep in.

She agreed to look after his son when she’d been drinking?

He kneels down next to her, laying a hand on her shoulder. “Maia. Wake up.” He shakes her, but she doesn’t stir.

He assumes she slipped from a propped-up position against the toilet, and the thud he heard was her slumping onto the ferrocrete floor. Did she bang her head? If that didn’t wake her… shit.

He tries shaking her again with as much force as he dares, and she groans and curls up even more. She’s fighting it, but he sees consciousness sluggishly returning.

“Maia, it’s Din. Can you sit up?”

“… y’can’t make me sing for the cup….” She’s still half asleep and confused, but that’s not surprising. A few seconds later, she cracks open her eyes, becomes aware of her situation, and slams them shut again. “Oh… fuuuck… no no, m’sorry… so so so s-sorry… please don’t be mad at meee….” She’s tearful and rambling but mostly coherent, even though she’s still curled on the floor with her eyes squeezed closed.

“What happened?” He can’t think of anything else to say until he’s established her culpability. He knows she wouldn’t drink on the job, so she must’ve been drinking earlier this evening. It certainly explains her overzealous response on the comlink. Dank farrik, he should’ve realised. But, no, he was busy revelling in his own drunken high from her joke about it being a booty call. Idiot.

“It was accidet— ac-ci-den-tal,” she continues from her foetal position. “Tried to call you back, but m’comlink’s busted… figured better I’m here drunk than not at all… ’m sorry sorry sorry, kark, pleeease don’t hate me. I jus’ wanted to make sure the li’l man was okay. I didn’t realise how much I’d had till I stood up, n’ it hit me worse on the way over. But Grogu’s fine, I checked. But I’ve grossed up your ’fresher, ’m sorry…”

Din sighs. In the scheme of things, Maia did the right thing. He’d rather she was here puking in his refresher than risk his child waking up alone. And it occurs to him that she achieved a surprising amount while seemingly drunk as a pirate. She secured the cabin, poured herself some water, stomached a few sips, managed to descend the stairs unscathed, and checked on the kid. Then she sealed herself inside the refresher and threw up neatly into the toilet bowl with no spills, even managing to flush before she passed out. And she did all that by the light of a glowrod so she wouldn’t wake Grogu.

In many ways, his babysitter’s actions tonight were more responsible than some of his own questionable choices regarding his son’s safety. He can’t be mad at her.

He tells her so. “I’m not mad, Maia. Thank you for coming over anyway. Can you sit up? I need to know you’re okay.”

Her eyes are still clamped shut, but she cracks them slightly as she tries to push herself off the floor. It doesn’t go well, so Din reaches forward to help, and together, they get her into a stable sitting position. Nevarro’s volcanic environment means the basement maintains a cosy warmth, so he’s not surprised she passed out down here. It’s not exactly soft, but those who grow up in the Outer Rim spend their lives making do. He likes that she’s a survivor. Like him.

“Everything’s s-spinning,” she groans. “N’ my mouth tastes like bantha balls.”

Din suppresses a snort. “Hold on.” He climbs to his feet, retrieves the cup of water from his bedroom, and then passes it to her. “Here, sip.”

After she’s taken a few delicate sips, Maia gives him back the cup. “Don’t wanna puke again.”

“You won’t,” he assures, placing it in her hands again. “Pretty sure you got all the alcohol out of your system already. You gotta rehydrate, or you’ll feel worse.”

Kneeling down next to her again, he watches her try to follow his instruction, pleased she trusts him. He can’t help but admire how adorably dishevelled she is. Her hair is mussed, her clothes are wrinkled, and she keeps pouting between sips… but it’s all so… cute.

Once she’s had half the cup, he accepts it back, though she follows it up with more apologies. “M’so sorry… , m’such a karkin’ idiot… I get it if you don’t want me to look after Grogu anym—”

“Stop,” Din interrupts sharply, unwilling to let her beat herself up. “This is as much on me as it is on you. I didn’t ask you if you were busy. I demanded you come over and bribed you with extra credits. I didn’t question why you sounded different on the comlink. And I didn’t wait for you to arrive. If I’d done any of those things differently, you might not have ended up on my ’fresher floor. So I’m sorry too.” Maia doesn’t reply besides blinking at him a few times, so he asks, “What was the occasion? For the drinking, I mean.”

“One year of freedom from a terrible relationship,” she states resolutely, and for a moment, she seems a little more sober. “Me n’ Zandi, we were both in deep with some mudscuffers who locked us in when we were too young to know any better. But we got lucky. Marshal Dune caught them dealing spice, and now they’re spending a decade mining the asteroid field at the edge of the system. The Nevarran tribunal sentenced them a year ago today, so we drank to celebrate our freedom.”

Din doesn’t really know how to respond. She’s made some previous passing remarks about the toxic relationships she and her friend escaped from, which he’s always taken as hints of her wish to remain unattached. It’s yet another reason he wouldn’t feel right about making any sort of move on her. He settles on, “You… deserve to celebrate.”

“Thanks, Shiny.” He bristles at the nickname out of habit, but he secretly likes that Maia has numerous nicknames for him. “N’ you deserve a ’fresher without a woman on the floor. I should get outta your way, Beskar Boy.”

She tries pushing herself up but instantly becomes dizzy and topples to the side. Din’s naturally quick reflexes kick in, and he positions himself to catch her, letting her fall into his chest as his arm snakes around her back. Before he can even process what he’s doing, he’s slipping his other arm beneath her knees and lifting her up.

“Whoa!” she exclaims, grabbing onto his flight suit with one hand while the other flies to grasp his neck. He almost shivers from feeling her clutch at him so keenly. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I love it! Thanks for the lift, muscles!”

He’s glad his bold move has amused rather than perturbed her, so he doesn’t answer, too busy willing his cock to remain unreactive to this sudden closeness. His main goal is to get her off the ferrocrete floor and put her down somewhere softer as fast as possible. As he elbows open the door and navigates out of the refresher, he makes a split-second decision. His bed is closer than the couch.

“Shiny! This is your bedroom!” Maia whisper-shouts as he steps through the door. At least she’s lucid enough to keep her voice low in case Grogu hears across the hall.

Din grunts in agreement as he approaches his bed and starts carefully lowering her onto it.

She keeps going in a gleeful whisper. “Is this…? Are we…? Kriff, I never thought I’d actually end up in your bed, metal man! I mean, it’s been a dream, sure, but I figured your creed thing meant, like, no sex or whatever. But holy frotz, I guess tonight really was a booty call! Count me the fuck in!”

He’s already laid her down by the time he fully processes her words.

Dank farrik, he’s a fucking idiot.

He will never have sex with any woman in this state. He’s not that kind of guy. The fact that being with Maia is a dream for him too is meaningless, and so is the possibility that she might actually want him. Because does she really? Maybe this is still the alcohol talking. It has to be. Right?

It doesn’t even matter. All Din needs to do is extract himself from this situation in the least awkward way possible and without having to reject her verbally.

But how?

He points a finger at her. “Stay put.” She bites her bottom lip and acknowledges his order with a sloppy salute.

Damn it, the image of her lip caught between her teeth is now burned into his brain, haunting him with forbidden promise.

He pads back to the refresher in his socks and closes the door, relieving himself, flushing, and then pouring some cleaner down the toilet to sit overnight. He then washes up at the sink as fast as possible and refills the cup of water. Returning to his bedroom, Din places the cup on the nightstand along with the glowrod that belongs to his guest.

Speaking of whom…

In his brief absence, Maia has toed off her shoes, stripped naked and strewn her clothes across the floor, and burrowed under his covers. She’s still bleary from the booze, but he sees fire and lust behind her hopeful gaze as she blinks up at him.

It kills him.

He remembers he never finished removing his armour, so he retrieves the vambrace from where he threw it and places it on its shelf. Then he finally removes his stomach padding and puts that away too, directing his visor anywhere except at the naked woman in his bed. He’s doing everything possible to deny the physical reaction her presence is giving rise to.

When he’s done, Din approaches the bed again, acutely aware that she’s tracking him with a hunger he shares but can do nothing about.

Fuck, this is torture. The blanket has slipped down (or maybe Maia has arranged it) so low that it’s daringly close to exposing her nipples. She’s right there, waiting for him. Wanting him.

But she’s drunk. And she’s his kid’s babysitter. He tries to quell his ache by thinking about how she’s thrown up this evening, which would make kissing gross. It helps for a second, although the idea of kissing her at all ends up eclipsing the negatives, and he hardens even more.

Shit, he cannot think about kissing her. Or how naked she is. Or anything like that. Vomit. He should focus on vomit.

Okay. Din taps off the bedside light and picks up the glowrod, then heads to the door in the dark, stumbling over her clothes strewn on the floor. He can’t activate his helmet’s night vision without his vambrace control, but he won’t put it back on just to navigate his escape. Nor will he switch on the glowrod yet because he doesn’t want to see any dismay or regret in her eyes as he leaves her. He wants to remember the hunger he witnessed there.

Hazardous garments notwithstanding, he finds his way to the exit.

Crossing the darkened doorway’s threshold, he whispers, “Get some rest, Maia.” Then he fumbles for the control and taps the door close button, releasing a sigh as it swishes shut behind him.

Switching on the dim glowrod, he traipses upstairs. It’s going to be so kriffing awkward in the morning. Nonetheless, one thought keeps repeating itself to him above all others, one he can no longer prevent his dick from swelling at the prospect of.

Is she really attracted to him?

He has to know.

Din extracts another blaster from his cabinet, knowing he won’t sleep without one beside him. Then he sits heavily on the couch, thinking about how often he used to sleep in his helmet before this cabin became his home. It’s the first place he’s felt secure enough to remove it at night, so he’s no stranger to sleeping beneath his beskar mask. It’s almost a comfort in a way.

With his face covered in a darkened room lit by nothing but a glowrod while those he cares for slumber downstairs, more memories return…

Sitting in the Crest’s darkened cockpit, fucking his fist by the swirling glow of hyperspace, chasing a release during those first stressful days as a fugitive. In theory, if something had pulled him out of hyperspace, someone could’ve quite literally caught him with his dick in his hand. But the odds of anyone being close enough to peer in through the transparisteel at that very moment and notice his furtive actions were slim. Back then, he was so untethered that in his weaker moments, he desperately sought anything that made him feel good. Fleeting moments when he could pretend his life wasn’t falling apart yet again. The risk was worth it.

Here, too, although he’s locked up the cabin and closed the shutters, there’s a risk of Maia sneaking up the stairs and finding him. But a similar desperation fills him now – the utter frustration of loss. Back then, it was the loss of a stable income, the loss of his covert. Now, it’s his missed chance – the loss of what could’ve been with the woman downstairs. And maybe even the total loss of her in his life. Perhaps she’ll be too embarrassed about this evening’s events and quit. Din couldn’t take that, nor could Grogu. It’s why he tried to avoid this.

Can they get past this? Maybe he ought to find someone else to care for the kid. Would that be best? This is getting too complicated. He doesn’t want to think about it anymore.

So, right now, he’ll imagine the positive and lose himself in the fantasy, just like he used to. He’ll think about the hunger he saw in her eyes and let himself believe it wasn’t merely the alcohol. Just for tonight, he’ll believe it’s the truth. The risk, once again, is worth it.

He’s already tenting his loose flight suit pants, so he fumbles to expose himself and relaxes against the couch cushions behind him. The wet spot on his underwear displays just how profoundly turned on he is simply by the idea of being with Maia.

After all the temptation it’s endured this evening, his cock is extra sensitive, so he begins with measured, lazy strokes. Whilst he’d love to revel in the fantasy, he knows he won’t last long. As he imagines joining her in his bed, filling his palms with those half-exposed breasts he saw, pressing his naked body against her, his movements begin to speed up and his pressure increases. Very soon, he’s plummeting toward the edge of ecstasy like a podracer pilot with the finish line in sight.

His helmet tips back to stare at the ceiling as he pictures how it would feel to sink into her warm depths, and the notion ignites his fuse, burning rapidly. It only takes a few more strokes before the powder keg within him explodes into a million tiny raptures. His hips stutter, his muscles clench, and his orgasm tears through his body. He comes hard, and a fractured groan far louder than he’d intended escapes through the modulator as he spills forth his pleasure…

Fucking. Bliss.

Din’s mind is blank for some time, just a sense of fulfilment and contentment gently rippling throughout his relaxed form.

As the real world filters back in, he’s able to think clearly, and he now knows what he has to do. He doesn’t like it, but it’s the mature and sensible option. It’s also a fucking daunting prospect, but he’s faced worse. Has he? Yes, he has. He can do it. 

He tucks himself away and finds a cloth to wipe down the mess on his flight suit. That task makes him realise he’ll have to sneak into his bedroom tomorrow without waking Maia to grab his armour and some fresh clothes. And now he really needs to do laundry tomorrow. The only pants he has left are the tighter ones, which he tries to avoid wearing around her. Great, there’s another reason to dread the morning. Although it’s not as if he’s ever caught her checking out his package – she may tease him verbally, but her gaze is always polite.

For now, he’ll enjoy the security of darkness and the lingering swirl of happy chemicals in his brain.

Din lays down on the couch and switches off the glowrod. With a deep sigh, he surrenders to the relaxing state of comfort brought on by his orgasm, letting himself fall into a contented sleep. Before he drifts off, his last thought is of Maia’s beautiful lips… leaning in for a kiss….

If only.

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As usual, it’s British spellings I’m afraid. Demographic stats say about 60% of you are American, but I can’t help where I was born, so sorry about all the extra ‘u’s and ‘l’s and for using ‘s’ where you would expect ‘z’. However, I’ve channelled my inner linguist and used American language and speech patterns since the show is filmed in the US and Din’s accent is American. All other wording is internationally neutral, including Maia’s dialogue (since the next chapter is written from her POV and I’ll be switching to second person reader insert for that, e.g. you/your pronouns). I’m a little sad I didn’t get to include any Mando’a linguistics in this fic tbh. Maybe another time.

The cabin’s layout is inspired by the concept art by Christian Alzmann that appeared in the closing credits of s3e8, in which there appears to be a staircase leading down to a lower level. That makes sense to me, as Din would need total security to sleep without his armour on, and a windowless underground room seemed appropriate. I also like the parallel that on the Razor Crest he used to sleep on the lower level in a windowless room too.

I know Carl’s absence is going to be felt when we finally get the movie, so I wanted to write something where Karga is still around. If this had been a longer piece, I would’ve had him actually featuring in it instead of being in the background, but in any case, Karga lives forever in the universes I write.

The reference to Din wearing looser pants is, weirdly, Canon. One of the ways you can tell it’s Brendan Wayne in the suit is because he seems to prefer these weird baggy clown pants. Contrast to Pedro who likes them tight (Din Peña?), as does Lateef Crowder, and as did Barry Lowin in season 2. Since Brendan did the majority of season 3, we saw Din in the loose-fitting style a lot more, so I decided to write in a reason for that beyond actor preference.

Though we have no information on Nevarro’s judiciary system, they’re an independent world who have a marshal and a magistrate, so my guess is they’d adopt the New Republic’s system of having a tribunal. Generally, group decision-making is favoured during this era, in contrast to the single-judge system of the Imperial era, so it seems more likely that Karga would encourage citizens to serve on a tribunal rather than unilaterally passing judgments himself.

Apologies to @the-mandawhor1an for using the name of your longtime established OC – it was coincidental, I promise! I chose it after looking up the most common female names in the world, one of which is Maria, and I settled on the variant Maia because it sounded like a more Star Wars-y version (and for another reason which you’ll see in part 2). I only realised when you reblogged my WIP Wednesday snippet, and it was a bit late to change it by then. I guess it’s a common name in the SWU too! But I’m sorry and I hope you don’t feel like I’m muscling in on your domain. Your Maia is of course the original Maia 💖

I made the GIF myself. Sorry it’s a bit blurry, I’m not very good at making them yet. I tried to use Tumblr’s GIF-making function, but it wouldn’t let me crop out Grogu’s ears, so this was my alternative attempt. It’ll have to do.

Definitions: Comlinks are those little cylinder comms they all use. Glowrod is a catch-all term for anything portable that produces light. All the swears/insults (stinking stang, frotz, borked, kriff, kark) are from the Legends list of phrases and slang this time (it’s longer than Canon). Nevarran reptavians are the ones that Grogu saved Karga from in s1e7 and that the Mandalorians were roasting in s3e7. Ferrocrete is a compound building material (Canon and Legends) made from concrete and iron, used in roads, reinforced bunkers and building foundations. I figured Din would only be happy with something strong and defensible, so Karga had the cabin built with it. Transparisteel is used for windows and ship viewports, as well as helmet visors.

Part 2 is written and will be uploaded next weekend once proofing/editing is complete. What do we think? Is Din gonna be dumb and tell her she can’t babysit Grogu anymore? Deny himself what he wants for Maia’s own good?

Tags requested…

@aheadfullofsteverogers @alltheotps @axolotllover225 @burntheedges @copperhalfcent

@foomoosworld @jude77 @secretelephanttattoo @stagerightlauren @the-mandawhor1an

Those tagged below showed interest in my masterlist and WIP snippets (comments/reblogs), so I thought I’d sneak in some extra tags. Apologies if it’s too forward, if you’d prefer I didn’t tag you in part 2 just let me know…

@604to647 @cheekychaos28 @djarinmuse @gingerlurk

@joelalorian @kyberblade @readingupsidedown @sunflowersunlight7-blog

@thefrogdalorian @whataenginerd @wrathkitty

[tht0nesimp]

indulgent Drabble…

Idea: so have any of you guys seen those AU things where it’s like being a Yandere is a normal thing, so if you’ve seen season four you know about the wrong timeline things so like what if they ended up in one of those or this was one or something, this is probably not very well written…

tw: spoilers but not like specific instances just like information,Yandere bcs…it’s my blog, kidnapping, non consensual…everything?, normalized stuff idefk , Five is inspired by a Yandere five fic I read once I won’t even lie

thinking of them all having their little darlings and how they treat them >.<

Luther’s darling is getting it probably some of the best, he pays, and he really wants them to love him! Really! He just…don’t get mad when he breaks all your stuff, he knows that you had an ex and that the object was important, but you can’t be mad! People see you two and are probably a little off put because likely you are dwarfed by him unless your a body builder or something, he doesn’t mind, just please don’t make him do anything….:(

Diego and a little spitfire, they’re likely someone Hellbent on fighting it, clawing and biting. Hair frazzled, likely to have a hole or tear in they're clothes—he doesn’t really mind, even when he has to drag you into the mansion, the others having some level of understanding of what he’s going through because…they’ve all done it, to varying degrees of lengths and extremities. He never felt healthy love before and it’s damn sure his dad don’t love ‘em so he truly doesn’t understand why you can’t just accept love?

Allison who makes sure her precious little mannequin is well known as hers, people envy you, an amazing actor with enough money to last a lifetime?! You might be able to run off and find a closet to huddle up in at home, but she won’t be patient with misbehavior in front of the media, you will find yourself on the wrong side of a chain if you try anything. Probably not a big fan of introducing you to people personally, she loves the flashy couples stuff; at least 2 dozen roses might make up for it? Right?

Klaus is barely making it, his other siblings likely pay for and/or babysit for him. He doesn’t snap very often like his siblings, he sees you as an angel! But, not a person. Truly, I think not only would the being forced to be around a very active addict but he won’t let you do anything outside of a hobby or two! He rarely leaves you alone, and to be honest he probably uses a chain or restraints all the time because even if he can come back, he’s not physically the strongest guy—but past that, he’s always eager to help you with bathing or eating or baking or drawing or writing or drinking or meditating or relaxing or sleeping or making the bed or cleaning up or driving or going outside(ofc with him, can’t have his little martyr running around! What if someone recognizes you as his and and and the debt collectors collect you!?) or any possible task, he’ll learn to cook or bake so you don’t have to! Just ignore the small white grains on his credit card….please! He won’t get angry commonly, if ever, but in the very rare chance he gets angry it’s best to just shut up and try not to make the voice begging him to tie you back up any louder.

Five and the little doll he carries around, always looking lost and glazed over, or maybe a girl who is eerily like him, either way, he’s dressing them up in whatever he wants. He likely drugs them pretty consistently, it makes him feel good to have someone who will thank him when he takes care of them, even if they don’t know what’s going on whatsoever. His siblings are surprised at the ice cream dates and picnics he sets up, people smile at him when he goes to get you a milkshake, the guy behind the bar laughing when five pours a little packet of powder into your drink and stirs it—happily accepting the man’s offer to top up your whipped cream, so you don’t get distressed about it—all in all, atleast his darling will never have to do anything for themselves…ever again

Viktor happily plays instruments for you, learning your favorites so he can serenade and impress you. He tries to be as accommodating as possible, so patient and okay with your panic that he succeeds in comforting you. He’ll even let you help him at the bar once you get settled in, people find it adorable when you and him work together you don’t really do anything

They probably don’t have playdates very often, but the most to least well behaved would probably go

Viktors darling—Viktors humanity pays off, and his darling likely comes to terms pretty quickly, asking him nicely for things and even letting him touch them willingly!

Luther’s darling—All in all, they probably don’t have all too much to complain about. They’re awkward, but the darling isn’t clawing at him or anything

Allison’s darling—no cameras? Her darling is probably playing a Nintendo switch on a couch somewhere in the mansion, avoiding the wackos

fives darling—He’s trying, and so are they, but they’re a little out of it most of the time. I won’t give them credit for behaving because they don’t even know they’re doing something good by clinging to torso they wake up on every morning or by not biting the hand that feeds them dinner every night

Klaus Darling—Trying to run like all hell, but klaus just pulls them into whatever room has been set up for the meetup and wraps a friendly arm around them for the rest of the event

Diego’s darling—Biting at him, breaking things, all hell will break loose and he will be chuckling at his siblings as his darling tries to stab him with a fork

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Maybe I should write more in depth personal series about it??? Who would yall wanna see first??? All of them?? SEASON 4 IS STUPID AND I HATE IT >:(

[av0id]

starter call, feel free to drop a like if you want one!! please specify a muse or two (or all the ones you're cool with so i can keep for future reference). these will vary in length and in angst/fluffiness so be warned lol. ALSO, i fw crossovers and aus and ocs and all that jazz, so don't feel like you just have to interact with muses from the same fandom as mine (unless you want to ofc)!!

[bandsandwristbands]

Yaayyy tag game!! Thanks for the tag @aleksandracoffan !💕💕💕

I'm about to seem so lame and nerdy lmao

I'll tag some moots! (No pressure ofc) @tazova @leo-a-nb @astrophelthegremlin @garlicsunshine and whoever thinks it looks fun! 🫵😉

[heretyc]

Introduction/Information Post [Finally]

Hi! I'm Heretyc. Obviously. But I go by Odile! If you were a follower a few years ago you'd know I went by my real name, but I no longer associate with it, so the new name is Odile :) you can call me Odile or Heretyc, either one is okay. If you're new, welcome!

I'm a writer who's been writing for over a decade, specifically original works and fanworks. It's my joy and I'm not afraid to admit fanfiction is why I got on my high school's honour roll for English. How exactly do you tell your teacher you knew formal wording from an x reader fic you read once that summer? Exactly.

I write for the Outlast fandom on this blog. On my AO3 [onwednesdayswemourn] I may delve into other fandoms, but this blog is strictly about Outlast and its many titles. I don't just write; I also make memes when the ideas come to me. I write whilst watching Golden Girls. That explains why the MC is sarcastic to some degree in most of my fics.

Something to keep in mind is this is a sideblog! My main blog is what I use to comment with under my posts. My main blog has been untouched for years and I'm too lazy to delete everything on there to start fresh lol

Types of content -

Headcanons

Drabbles

Fics [albeit length may vary lmfao I suck when it comes to long fics]

Ships [where you send an ask and I'll pair you with an Outlast character! Include your personality and stuff you'd like to add like zodiac, hobbies, etc]

Reader x Character

Memes

AU's [with the help of the anons/followers on this blog! Can't take all of the credit obvs]

Tropes, Settings and Topics -

Enemies to lovers

Wife/Spouse

Angst

Fluff

Fluff to angst

Angst to fluff

Comfort in terms of heavy topics [such as abuse, mental health, sexual assault, etc]

Swaps [Like Reagent! Prime asset x Prime asset! Reagent]

NSFW

SFW

Hurt & comfort

Periods [I call them funny names lol Carrie at prom, tempting a vampire, etc]

Marijuana usage

Yandere

Polyamorous/Polygamy relationships

Plus sized reader

Familial/platonic bonds [like parent! character x child! reader or something]

Agere [trauma based]

I think the beauty of fanfiction is that it allows creative freedoms; I don't think anything should really be censored. However, I do have a few things that I will not write about.

These include:

Pedophilia

Incest

Anything involving bodily fluids that isn't cum, saliva, breastmilk. Basically no feces, vomit or urine play

Fics/topics that fetishize or are offensive in nature [Like raceplay. While I'm sure it's attractive to some people, I am not a POC and therefore don't think writing about that is a good idea coming from myself.]

And that's pretty much it. I'm proship and think harassing others for writing things is pathetic, but those are my limits! [I support you as long as you keep these interests fictional only, ofc. Excluding the third one, just keep that in the bedroom please lol.]

I write for pretty much everybody, but here's a list of everybody I've written for;

Outlast -

Trager

Miles

Chris

Walrider

Outlast Whistleblower -

Jeremy

Eddie Gluskin, the OG lol

Outlast 2 -

Val

Marta

The Outlast Trials -

Leland Coyle

Phyllis Futterman/Mother Gooseberry

Franco Barbi

Danny [the large grunt with the hair]

Most ex-pops [Pitcher, Night Hunter, Pusher]

Easterman

I can write for anybody you wish, as long as the character themselves has:

Content that I can watch/interact with so I can get a better idea of what they're like

Playtime or is at least mentioned a few times in the lore or games themselves

I rely on the Outlast wikipedia, YouTube, and/or the games [I have all 4] to get a better idea of how the character acts, behaves and whatever else. This is so I write as accurately as humanly possible. In terms of requests, they're always open unless I state otherwise. If they're ever closed, it's because I'm either extremely busy IRL or if it's because I need to catch up and finish ones that have been sitting in my inbox.

If you want to request multiple characters or characters from a specific game, feel free to specify.

If you want me to write for a specific AU, lemme know. My asks are always open if you also need an ear or just want to ask something. I don't bite. (O_O)b If you require tone tags, please let me know. I know my tone can sometimes sound sarcastic, so if you require anything that'll help you understand my posts/fics a bit better, please don't hesitate to ask. /genuine If you notice any changes in my fics/headcanons, it's because I'll go back and edit them to be fuller or edit out any spelling/grammar mistakes. An orphan combusts for every time I miss a spelling mistake.

We've made quite a few Alternate Universes/AU's on this blog! Here's the list with links to the posts that started the AU's:

Maneater AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

Maneater AU is about Franco Barbi and his cannibalistic wife, who is referred to as just "Maneater". Her appearance is kept vague so you can insert yourself, an OC, or your reagent. Her persona is also up to you! But in fics, she is written as elegant, enigmatic and affectionate.

She's also a prime asset, and does trials alongside Barbi.

CW: This AU has themes of cannibalism, murder and overall dark topics. It's Joker/Harley Quinn-esque excluding the abuse.

Wife AU - Franco Barbi x Reader [I can't find the OG post :(]

Reagent/You is the wife of Franco Barbi. Some fics/headcanons have you and him in Havana, some have you in Sinyala, still. Depends on the requests and ideas I get.

Same concept as the Maneater AU; the wife is totally kept vague.

Jessica Rabbit AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

An AU where you are like Jessica Rabbit; gorgeous and out of Barbi's league, and yet you've got Barbi at your side, his face full of your kiss marks.

Much like the other two, the character is kept vague. The only thing about her is she's tall and wears a glittery gown. It's like if you took Jessica and replaced her hair, gloves and facial features.

Vampiress AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

Based off of an anon user sticking Lady Dimitrescu and Franco Barbi [as well as Eddie Gluskin] into a room, this AU features a giantess vampire-esque MC/you and an obsessive Barbi who would literally shoot off his own foot for you. It's still in development and I'm getting some fic ideas in order. :D

Thank you if you've read this far! Enjoy your stay. Anything you read below here is a DNI/BYI.

This blog contains fanfiction of Outlast characters, both antagonist and protagonist, which means there is gore, murder, and several other things that are typically associated with murder.

With that being said, I obviously do not condone any of it. That shouldn't need to be said, but...[shrug]

I've been seeing a ton of proship/antiship discourse, and while I've only learned of those terms last year, let me get this out of the way;

I do not believe censorship in media is a good idea, but I also do not like or encourage the writing of some specific topics [such as underage, zoo, etc]. I do not believe in harassing others over things they've written, however; I use the block button and 'block tags' whenever I see fit.

I've seen many antiship individuals tell proship to kill themselves, that their "sexual abuse isn't real", and many other disgusting things that have soured my opinion about antiship.

At its core, antiship is harmful and was made to harass people; its origins made that clear. As a result, I do not want proclaimed antishippers onto this blog, nor do I want them interacting with my content. Enjoying Outlast whilst being anti is irony at its finest.

I don't consider myself proship, but antis are not welcome here if they wish to harass and wish death on people. That is disgusting. If you have "proship DNI", or worse, "proship KYS" on your blog, you'll not only be blocked, but reported if you have the latter anywhere on your profile. I don't care, telling somebody to end their life is so...vile? Like how do you sleep at night?

If you're anti? I wish you well, but people on this blog, proship or not, deserve to feel safe and not worry about being told to end their life because they find Eddie Gluskin or Franco Barbi hot. I assure you finding fake murderers attractive is the least of your worries.

Frankly, as a writer of over a decade, those terms do nothing but start wars. I don't believe in or identify with either. I write horror, that's it. There's nothing deeper about it. See someone proship? Block and move on, literally no reason to wish harm on people you don't even know.

I also block minors due to the fact that I write sexual content, and people who reblog harmful rhetorics toward any group [the amount of biphobia I see on here is horrifying].

If you've read this far, thank you, and take care. xo

[emilynyaesmp]

Writing the next chspter for the fic when i had an evil idea.

To be as non spoilerly as possible, how loyal are your Ocs to the emperors in general?

Rut row

Ok well, Ophelia is pretty loyal to the seablings despite the fact that she was exiled, mostly bc A) she thinks Lizzie’s cool and by proxy Jimmy and B) Lizzie offered for her to return to the Ocean Kingdom when she became ruler, but Ophelia declined bc she was happy with the life she had built in Rivendell. She doesn’t rlly like Joel all that much, she kind of thinks he’s rlly arrogant and hot-headed and she rlly didn’t like the way he acted abt the demon, but she’s Alr with him. She likes Scott since he and the church granted her sanctuary, she thinks he a kind a just ruler, she’s not so sure abt Xornoth but she’d probably stand by him if it’s something rlly important like a war (depends on who it’s against) or the empires safety. As for the rest of the emperors she likes Shelby and Katherine (secretly betting on them to get together lmao), she thinks Gem is pretty cool oh she does NOT like Fwhip, she kind of just thinks Sausage is weird and stupid for falling for the demons lies but she doesn’t rlly mind him, she obviously hates Joey, she thinks Pearl’s sweet, she likes the fact she fights, and she doesn’t rlly care abt Pix

Lydia is pretty much the same but she distrusts Xornoth a LOT more. Like she would probably stand with him against Scott (when he’s corrupted Ofc) but rlly not a lot else, she kind of keeps him at arms length. She also distrusts Joey and Sausage to varying degrees, she thinks Sausage is better, she rlly think Joey is weird for falling for Xornoth and doesn’t like him. Kind of like if someone you knew started dating someone that just felt rlly weird to you? That except she hates both the ppl in the relationship /silly she likes the seablings and would fight for them, she thinks Gem is rlly smart and a good person and she’s abt the same with everyone else

If it matters, Emi’s loyal to all the emperors to varying levels depending on who it is, but she does as a whole like them all

[thanksforthepancakes]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I am happy to announce I just saved a Kabaret Sybarit (my favorite band) song from being lost media!!! NOT ONLY THAT BUT ONE OF THE MEMBERS OF THE BAND COMMENTED ON MY VIDEO!!!

Below is the full story:

Let me start from the beginning. 2 days ago I was trying to find the lyrics of the Bloodshed and Bones song online but I quickly got sidetracked by this weird sketchy site to download music (I think the name was Rilds? Relds? idk). Now when I usually download music I use emp3juice (Yes that's the websites name) and convert to mp3 but Google just RANDOMLY decided to give me lost media on a silver platter.

You see the page that Rilds got for Kabaret Sybarit had a few songs of theirs... and also one that belongs from a lost EP of the band (Well, *kinda* lost, because the band has uploaded one of the tracks onto the YouTube they got and also Discogs has the full tracklist) Now if I am aware the song was only uploaded two times before on YT, one instance is a recording from a live show that sounds like those 2018 earrape memes from Soundcloud and thus is very low quality, the other is uh... an interesting speed paint to say the least (if you want to see for yourself search the song's name) with the song in the background. But I... I had a PURE. CONDENSED. SEPARATE AUDIO FILE. I hit the jackpot.

Okay I'm starting to see this is getting very long so uhm INSERT THAT ONE CLIP OF MARKIPLIER JINGLING A PAIR OF KEYS IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA AND SAYING "JINGLE JANGLE" alright now that I extended your attention span length I can continue

I quickly decided that this little dust covered gem must shine once more because, y'know, it was close to being absolutely forgotten (but also because I needed to complete my KABARET SYBARIT ULTIMATE PLAYLIST *Yes I actually named it like that, don't ask why* on YT Music) so I quickly went to TunesToTube.com and pressed that DAMN upload button faster than the speed of light.

The next day, I opened up my Android and what do I see? A YouTube notification. With a comment. On MY OWN VIDEO. This never actually happens because the only time I get a notification about that sort of thing is when another Save Europe kid comments on that one very funny "ragebait" (I wouldn't even call it ragebait but it got some steam heads fuming) I posted onto a nightcore video... but that's a story for another day.

But back to the topic. I opened the notification. It's Mathias Bjørnskov. The composer of the band. The guy that currently runs the Kabaret Sybarit on YouTube. He asks if I have any other songs from The EP and says he got the physical version of the EP from a fan but has no ways to play it. I, of course, reply with a LENGTHY message like I always do (and I feel that makes me look like I haven't seen the sunlight in 23 years but oh well). I won't transcribe it here because for 1. It would be cringe 2. I already linked the video in the post so you can check it yourself (and get cringed too!).

Now, if anything else happens, I will post on my blog. If not (virtually impossible but still), then uhhh the Kabaret Sybarit arc of my life is complete move on with a sad song in the background as you walk in the opposite direction of the street or something I'm not good at that.

But I would also like to reach out to whoever has had the patience to read the entirety of this text wall. Do not let your passions and interests get forgotten, because there is a chance others won't be able to experience it themselves. Media archiving is IMPORTANT. Without it some of the things you love would not even exist currently. So if you see a strange video, picture, song or text somewhere on the Internet... don't think it's accidental. Nothing is. Okay MAYBE if it's something illegal you should let it be (but it varies ofc)

So, yeah... For now that's all. See you!

[saintlesbian]

hello i would like to know some of your worldbuilding re: paradise state! sounds like it's a bit about wealth divide, so what kind of accesibility/convenience differences are there? Like, are bycicle helmets different for each animal? are there standard ones for cheap and custom unicorn helmets for a ton of money? or conversely is that a sort of handwaved away and you're more focused on the characters and their dynamics with each other instead?

Paradise State is a story more focused on characters and dynamics, so a lot of the heavy furry worldbuilding stuff gets handwaved away so as not to distract from the main story. characters are generally designed to be as humanoid as possible (aside from their heads, tails and fur), so some of the more complicated animal traits are simplified (i.e. digitigrade paws, talons, hooves, etc. being translated into a plantigrade format that still resembles the original form but also can fit in normal shoes) for ease of drawing.

that said! although i was originally gonna just dismiss this ask since there aren't really any instances in which the story itself would address furgonomics like this, i remembered one of the characters (Stephanie) actually rides a motorcycle? so i thought this might be a fun thought exercise to try designing standard issue headgear for furries :P

the average motorist helmet has a longer visor to account for varied snout lengths, as well as an ear shaped pocket for higher ears (covered with a lightweight mesh so you can still hear), and removable sections on the top for people with larger horns or antlers to fit up top. horn protection not included; those are sold separately.

other headgear has been altered somewhat to accommodate for ears and snouts as well. respirators and face masks shape more like muzzles with an adjustable strap wrapped around the back of the head. glasses generally don't have temple pieces as people's ears are often too high up to be worn comfortably, so instead they just have very secure nasal bridges. goggles and any other eye covers wrap around the head and go under the ear.

ofc none of this is actually mentioned in the story, these are simply my personal style guides for drawing certain headgear :D

[joosthead]

Ok now to talk about the lil kleins!! The kids wanting to include Sanne in playtime immediately!!! 🥹 I'm sure Reader watches like a hawk to make sure they aren't too rough or loud with her. Though I imagine they are the gentlest with her until she can be rowdy with them.

They probably taught the babies lessons in kindness and sharing and unity; like that no one gets left out. Everyone is included. And of course that also applies to their newborn sister. That's what unity is all about right?

The thought of normal au Joosti Tosti playing exaggerated characters to entertain his kids gives me so much joy. Playing off of each other's improv and seeing the kids' little personalities come through. Ugggh my heart. I'm sure the playtime lore they make up is crazy. I hope Reader joins in too. She can't let him be the only fun parent. He probably buys them so many gifts when he tours it's insane.

I saw this insta reel the other day of a mom out with her young daughter (they are also Dutch so this makes it even more normal au coded loool) and she sees this giant Stitch plushie. She's jumping all over it, wanting it so bad and her mom is like, "No, that's 200 euros 😵" The baby is like "Nee... 😫 💔" and starts hugging it. I feel like that's absolutely normal au Reader out shopping with the kids.

I keep getting Dutch videos in my feed since I've been learning it in Duolingo (guess who's to blame for that 😏 lol) So I may get more ideas that way haha.

Listen, I love being a degenerate with the rest of them, but I am such a fiend for fluff!!! I'll send you more thoughts as I think of them so I don't dump another novel length ask lol. Probably will anyway lol

Part 3 link in bio 😋 - family anon

I CLICKED THE LINK IN BIO!!! LIKED AND SUBSCRIBED !!!

family anon you strike again… i 🩷 you frfr…

rpf ahead, anti-rpf dni

IMMEDIATELYYYY I SAY!!! they are so excited to have the ultimate playmate in their arsenal.,, a baby!!😆😆 they used to play house a lot when they were younger… it’s back now that there’s a much more fun baby doll in town 🩷 wah they’re so cute .. in the universe a billion universes away that they exist i hope they’re having the best time🩷 reader definitely is super vigilant but surprisingly i think joosti is the one who worries more about the older two being rowdy about sister!! i think cuz he knows the true extent of how rough they can get playing LOL but reader has a lot of trust in them

OH FAMILY ANON YOURE COOKING …. THATS SO CUTEHEHDJDKKFFUCK the unity tattoo of papa’s being one of the first words they can read cuz they see it so much… even if it’s in cursive the parents definitely point it out a lot to them … the friendliest little kiddos !!

oh trust… the storylines these three (and then these 4 because sanne forces 12 and 11 year old laurens and juna to keep playing with her when she’s the same age) have … i know normal au joosti plays along and then wonders if he can like turn this into a book or a show or something …

(me and @howisjoostfanfictionforfree have headcanoned that reader gets a poetry book dedicated to them somewhere down the line so now i guess he will turn the kids playtime storylines into a book too?! oh that’s so cute omfg 🥹🥹 i cantttt)

the 4 bring out the creative best in each other but reader brings it all together … they’re like the dungeon master (dnd anyone? no ? just me? ok) of playtime … sometimes the storyline gets tangled so they all brainstorm ways to fix it together … my normal au family my sweethearts 💔💔 shoutout to bacardi forever

SOOOOOOO MANY GIFTS!!! idk if you’ve ever seen the like … mesh hammocks people have that you can hang from the ceiling to hold stuffed toys but each kid definitely has that HAHSJDKF … lots of souvenirs and trinkets and toys made by artists in different countries … lots of books!!! and music recommendations to play them!!! and lots of silly “i❤️LA” “i❤️albania” “i❤️rome” shirts in varying sizes for them … spoiled rotten but ofc both parents work very hard to keep them humble

OH MYGODDD THATS SO CUTE BUT WSPECIALLY WITH JOOSTI LOVING STITCH😆😆🩷🩷 stitch tattoo and giant stitch plushie galore!! normal au reader as much as they know they shouldn’t … they love spoiling their babies … what’s the point of earning money and getting a job if not to spoil their babies ?! that stitch plushie is at the checkout by the time the kid finishes saying neee … lots of puppy faces and it works every time

i hope you get more ideas family anon because i truly love them 😆😆 ugh it’s been literally like 8 months or something and i still haven’t bothered to learn dutch at all!! maybe i should start so listening to all this dutch music can be more productive LOLOL

i’m so glad you give me the opportunity to write fluff because frankly i never ever write it of my own volition!! it’s cuz i think my writings pretty boring if there’s no horny stuff goin on LOLOL so i LOVEEEEE this and just getting to brain dump all this fluff and love and family lore hehe 🩷 i love your novel length asks please send more LOL

PART 3 YIPPEEEE

[stupidiinspades]

NAME?: fen / fenor or jasper if you've known me that long XD.

PRONOUNS?: he / him / it / its. [ afab demiguy / masc nb ]

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: as of the current? constantine and desire. though i also write on discord and play with other muses there. c:

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS? 17 years christ alive. . . I STARTED my roleplaying hobby on a flashchat on 2007. I've been on Tumblr on and off since about 2012. You may have seen me on (currently hiatused) blogs such as @gvbricl, @sinamxris, @brxthermine, and @iintransigcnt. my video game / tv multi is currently located at @invarietas.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: honestly all of them in varied measure! smut comes through character chemistry however- i have incredible difficulty simply writing it with characters mine have just met (kkeungi is somehow an exception to this as such was how this blog started XD).

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: it depends on thread context, plot, muse, and the situation we put them in. however when i DO go off on essay length exposition, i attempt to write such in a way that invites my writing partner to reflect upon it in their own reply. like internal commentary on the event at hand? though i do know such can be more than empty space so i try to do so sparingly.

PET PEEVES?: aggressive / bitchy ooc; especially in rules or tags or dms. if you hit me as a sheaf of finely grit sandpaper against my brain, we won't jive well. i've been doing this long enough where i have already gone through the tetchy phase, and honestly just want to relax. this is what i do for fun. perfection is unattainable and so the whole elitist scene is obnoxious. if you are having fun and doing no harm? then you are roleplaying correctly.

another one which is more personal, is presuming that if i don't get back to you in a 'timely' manner, i'm not interested. i have literal, physical holes in my hippocampus (the memory slab of the brain) from childhood epilepsy and trauma. combine that with AuDHD and lack of object permanence I... am very aware I can try people's patience. XD All I ask for is grace when being given reminders. Passive aggression will shut me down.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: I used to be, in at least so far I never liked self-reflection. I do have a wit and sarcastic streak a mile wide when warranted? I also don't smoke or drink, but I DO flirt simply as a form of banter / communication. XD But I tend to save that for in person communique, and if it makes you uncomfortable just let me know!

TIME TO WRITE?: anytime i can get my brain to cooperate and I'm awake. XD Many times when in a bout of insomnia i can get the most out of my brain worms.

TAGGED BY: @griefacquainted (stealing from jesus is okay in this context) TAGGING: @gcldfanged | @byteing | @desalvar | @saturnmused | @neptunemused | @amalgamatedmuses | @endlesslyxmused | @holyhitter | @qapsiel | those with multis ofc pick whichever muse to compare to if you like. XD

[akumamazoku]

Hi. Again. I freakint love your art. Yes. Anatomy guide and something on the way you use colour perhaps....?

ill try!

so i really do not know how to describe whatever it is i do, but i usually start off drawing something skeleton-esque! getting down the base so i can fix it later always helps me plan out stuff!

arms n legs are around the same length, arms end at top / mid thigh, ears start at bottom of the nose and end around the top of the eye (ofc varies by person) there’s a bunch pf random tips i use to help! id highly recommend just having a picture of a skeleton or some sort of muscular system near you for drawing more complex things, or have references on standby! anatomy is NOT my strong suit so ill usually draw something, and hand it off to my artists twin for her to spot any inaccuracies, and usually she adjusts it for me or tells me how, having someone who knows how to draw as well helps a ton! you can bounce ideas back and forth, as me and goose do, and help fix / find any errors (i know im very lucky to have goose since we help each other a ton, so i can only really say to find friends who can help you or give advice!)

as for color:

you really don’t need to know color theory but it does help, i just honestly pick what i think looks good together lol, but always think about what ur art is trying to convey! is your piece supposed to be sad? use duller, dimmer shades! cool tones typically convey ‘sadness’ best! is your piece happy? use warm colors! bump up that saturation for a heavy, honey-filled feel, or pastels for light, spring-y airness! you can use green for jealousy, or money, or nature! purple for royalty, fear, and exoticness! colors can be used in thousands of ways, so just think a little bit about what you want to convey, and pick colors to your delight! there are no rules to art :’}!!!

[daddysboydean]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

I have an idea. You see, i feel like it's been too long since I've shouted about fic I like. So, this week's official question is "what are your favorite things to see in Wincest fic (or any fic)?" but also, if I know fics with those things, I will recommend them to you when I reblog your answers.

Of course, full disclosure that these are recommendations from me, so your mileage may vary. There's generally a lot of angst, sex, and mpreg in my reading, and not a lot of romance, fluff, or long fics.

But! If nothing else, I get to know what everyone likes!

(Believe it or not, I came up with this question a few days ago, before my earlier ask)

- @schizosamwincester

oooouu teasing me with personalized recs! you minx!

generally i like my fics angsty and sad and lonely and pining but always always always with an hea or at least an ambiguous ending bc unhappy endings will literally haunt me for the rest of my life. i'm also a raging sex monster and filter my ao3 searches to explicit only...i like pithy character development with a side of smut, what can i say! but if i see something rec'd that isn't E and it sounds good, ofc i'll read it. i'm not unreasonable. my favorite tropes are one-of-them-thinks-it's-unrequited-but-really-they're-both-totally-fucked-up-for-eachother, jealousy, preseries + kripke era, and outsider POVs especially if it's john finds out. i love sexual tension. i love girl!sam. idk if i like long fics bc it takes a lot for a story to warrant being novel length but i do like longer fics. domestic fluff can take a hike, imo it's so far off from canon — they're weird brothers who fuck, not boyfriends or husbands, and i don't wanna see it! i loathe pregnancy fics of any sort but i like breeding kink and mommy!dean. idc who tops or bottoms (personally i'm a switch truther but ik the fandom has Opinions about this). tl;dr honestly i'll read pretty much anything if it's well-written. i can think of a quite a few fics that don't fit my typical tastes but they have interesting premises and are beautifully written and i love them, so feel free to rec me stuff you love that doesn't fall into any of these categories!

[blingblong55]

Kinktober is OPEN MDNI/NSFW/18+

Please read through this post to understand what this event is about.

ALL REQUESTS WILL BE POSTED STARTING THE 1ST OF OCTOBER

What is Kinktober?

Kinktober is a writing challenge which takes part in the month of October. Any and all writers that do NSFW fiction can take part in this. From the 1st of October until the 31st, I will be writing the request/number you ask for. All smut content will and can vary from headcanons, one-shots, drabble and/or long fics -unless you ask of me to write a long fic- so if you are upset that your request wasn't written to be longer or shorter, please refrain from complaining, I've got 31 days full of smut and I can't deal with a complain bestie.

How does this work?

There are 30 kinks that you can choose from. As seen on the poster/picture, you must let me know which character you are requesting and a scenario but that is optional. Going back to the length of what you want me to write, you can ask for what form of smut you want. Ex. Headcanon, one shot, etc.. 

What characters can you request?

I have a somewhat extensive list of characters and the current list is here

Some more information:

If I have multiple requests for the same character and kink, I’ll choose just one request and tag all those else that asked for the same thing, (unless it is anonymous ofc). 

If I happen to have the same kink but request different characters, I will turn it into a head canon or what I see fit to please your hunger. 

If you want your character to be submissive/switch/dominant, you must state that in the request or I will choose. 

Remember to also write in whether you want your request to be F!/ GN!/M! Reader

Make sure to check my pinned post for the rules for making requests If you would like to use this exact list, make sure to let me know beforehand or message me

STAY KINK YOU WHORES

[theysaidhush]

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Chapter 1: Animal Farm

Pairing: Stray Kids x 9th member!OFC

Warnings:

I'll say this only once, this is the only warning you'll get. Future chapters will contain lot of smut (eventually) angst and fluff. Heavy topics will be discussed (idol life y'know) but I don't wanna spoil it. This story isn't for sensitive person? I don't know how to put it. Just don't read if you think you'll feel uncomfortable!

This is a x OC but will be tagged as a x Reader. I find it difficult to write properly about a character while worrying about making it inclusive and fitting my story. I don't really care about her name or physical apparence though so if you have any suggestion I'm up for it.

No pressure chill under the trees. Updates will not be regular as this story is solely for my entertainment and whenever I feel like writing it. Means that I'll keep on posting even if I don't have any feedbacks but also means that chapter lengths will vary to very short to more words. You can have many chapters the same day, depends on my life, but I don't really like short chapter so ill do my best.

"I am not being a pain in the ass."

"Yes you are."

"You kinda are."

Minho sent a chilling glance to the boy who was curled up next to him on the living room's couch. It was enough for Jisung to shudder. But the topic was serious, he wasn't about to change his opinion just because his hyung was giving him that look.

"No seriously, you really are."

"Okay."

Minho smiled and kept on doing what he was doing on his phone, ignoring everyone's stare - Jisung's stare particularly. The younger boy was looking intently at him, he was waiting for something, something he was sure his hyung would do. And he did. Like three minutes after. He blew through his nose, still looking at his screen.

"Ah! I knew it!"

"I really don't understand what's the problem. Has she done anything to upset you? We can talk it out like adults."

The couple on the couch looked up from each other and Minho stared at Chan intently yet silently. The leader couldn't really tell what was on the dancer's mind, and it was upsetting him to no extent. Any other day he would have brushed it off as Minho being Minho. The latter was a great friend, he almost considered him his brother, despite not knowing on the tip of his fingers the boy's small quirks and habits. It was a Jisung thing. But now, more than never, he wished he could know him a bit more, he wished for the other boy to let him in.

"I don't want to talk it out with you."

"Minho..."

Jisung's hush whispers was not a warning, yet, it felt like one. He was not scolding his Hyung, he was just trying to appease the tension. Chan's face was contorted in what people would consider anger, but Jisung knew better. He was frustrated.

"This is about the whole group, not just me. I didn’t come to you as a friend, Minho, I'm here as a leader."

And it might have not been the right thing to say. Because Minho frowned, and retreated into silence.

"What a mess." was Jisung's thoughts, his eyes drifting toward his leader’s, whose head was turned toward a silhouette standing in the hallway.

"No. You can't do this to us."

"You don't have a choice."

"We do! It's my group, our group, we've worked so hard to reach our goals and create the music that will fit us!"

Chan did not know what was more upsetting at the moment; the fact that he was having this conversation while he was sleep deprived - he would blame himself for that latter, saying that it was the reason he couldn't plead their case better - or the fact that he was even having this conversation.

"They've let you do your things, you know that Chan."

"No, they gave up on us, so we had to fight our way to the top! That's what happened."

The word 'top' was a far too big word for Chan, but one he had to use nonetheless to prove his case. They were enough. They were just fine.

"They..." his manager sighed and pinched his nose. The situation was getting out of hands and even he could not do a thing about it. But at the the end of the day, his job was on the line, and he had a family to feed. "They threatened to disband the group if you don't agree to the term."

"Just fine by then! We'll go elsewhere and keep on doing music together."

"You don't understand Chan, think it through! This is not a GOT7 type of situation, they'll take Stray Kids' name, your music, your brand and all that you've accomplished by yourself, and if you do try to prosecute them you'll lose. I've read the contracts, everyone's contract. You can't refuse."

"I can't - " Chan laughed and sat on his chair, running his hands on his face. "This is disgusting and despicable."

"I know, Chan, I'm sorry."

"They just want to make publicity, it'll bury us."

"I know..."

It was a one in a life time opportunity, the young woman really and truly understood that. She was considered too old to even sit in that room, she was told countless times. Yet, it did not change the fact that she was sitting in that room. The room where all important decisions were made.

She felt uncomfortable, growing uneasy, fighting the urge to scratch her skin off - one bad old habit. Her choices, her decisions; all of those were flashing in her mind like a broken tape, image and pictures of the times she spent practicing to be here - not that much, if you ask her.

Those people stare - those important people's stare was making her fidget in her sit, avoid eye contact. Were they testing her? Waiting for a particular reaction, the one which could get her out of here in a matter of seconds? The room was feeling too warm, she will sweat buckets if she doesn't go out. Right now.

"There you go. Miss?"

They did not even knew her name. It was a bit disappointing, but then again, she was just another someone wandering between those halls, wasn't she?

"Athéna."

"A- Axina..?"

"More like, Ah-thé-nah." she corrected their pronunciation with a soft voice, continuing, "You can google it."

But their glare was enough for her to shut her mouth and look at the ceiling. It was a fool idea to correct them, they were older, knew much more things than her. It was a little unnerving, this whole elder situation was a lot to get accustomed to in South Korea.

"Axina. Have you read the terms and condition of the contract?"

"I have."

"Any reclamation?"

She wanted to laugh at their face, but she couldn't. She did not had it in her to do that. So she nodded, pretending to be genuinely interested by their answer, even if she quite knew what they would say.

"Regarding the whole part of you managing my...image. I'd like to know if it concerns my hair too?"

"Yes, obviously. And your weight too."

Freezing cold in her bones. Was it because the window was opened? Or was it their stares? It was chilling nonetheless. It was sending her back into a period of her life where she had looked at her reflection days and nights to get a glimpse of her ribs and be satisfied with the view.

"Oh."

"You'll have to work on your Korean too, your pronunciation isn't that good."

"What are you?" another one asked, shifting through the page of the contract she had signed.

What she was. Not who. Not her nationality. But what.

"I'm French, mister."

"Great, it'll help with publicity oversea. Are you fluent in English?"

Why was she having this discussion with them?Wasn't she supposed to talk to the manager and the team helping Stray Kids? Why was she sitting in front of JYP's shareholder.

"I'm almost fluent. I've learned while traveling."

"What a shame. If she was prettier we could have scored partnerships with French luxury brands such as Dior or Channel."

"She'll be perfect for the role that will be given to her."

"I guess so."

"We're done with you."

Was it an animal farm? She never felt that disturbed by a conversation in her whole life. She shuddered, getting up from her sit as she grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt to pull on the lose strands. She couldn't help herself but rock back and forth on her feet - another bad habit of her that some even called weird.

"And stop doing that it's weird."

Chapter 2