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The Hunted

(A Haunted! Din Djarin x F! Reader Mini-Series)

Ending Three: Claimed

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Word Count: 7.2k

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Din is Haunted, Dark! Din Djarin, Possessive Din, Possession (By the Darksaber), PiV sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it folks), Vaginal fingering, Multiple orgasms, Rough sex, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Dom/Sub tones, Just absolutely filthy rotten smut don't look at me

Warnings: Unreliable Narrator, Stalking, Sex under the influence (of a weird ancient Mandalorian lightsaber that apparently makes these two fuck like animals)

Summary:

For a moment there's a flash of awareness at the back of your thoughts, a brief glimpse of light that illuminates the velvet embrace of darkness that clouds your senses. Even when you try to grasp at it, though, it feels too far away to reach, slipping through your fingers like a dewy morning mist.

The madness of the saber has wound around your limbs like a net, dragging you below the ink-black surface of delirium. You can’t see the bottom, can’t yet fathom yet the depths you’ll fall to, and when you look up you see the light fading away, warbling into a mere reflection of yourself. You've stopped struggling, and when you sigh the name of your lover it feels like the last of your air bubbling upwards as you drown in him.

"Din."

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"Found you, Mesh'la."

You scream as you're tugged backwards, hands vainly clawing and scrambling at the metal panels you're pressed between, trying to find purchase. It doesn't matter, because Din's grip on your arm is so severe it's nearly bruising, dragging you further and further away from freedom and into the cage of his arms. It doesn't take more than a heartbeat before you're yanked out of your hiding place and Din is spinning you, pressing you into the nearest vertical surface so suddenly the air rushes from your lungs in a frantic gasp.

You try and thrash, but Din has your hands gripped firmly behind you in one hand, the other helping press your entire front into the metal as his frame cages you in from behind.

A whimper escapes you despite yourself, feeling the length of Din's body pressed all along your shoulders, his knee tucked neatly between yours. He's all skill and muscle, his strength bolstered through the forbidden power of the Darksaber. He turns it against you effortlessly even as you try to squirm and escape, refusing to cede even an inch to you, trapped within his hold. With every breath of his you feel his chest rise underneath the armor tucked between your shoulders and you shudder at the sensation of him caging you in from all sides.

"Don't make this hard." He breathes in your ear, and that treacherous heat curls within you, purring at the way his voice dips against your thoughts, offering an intoxicating temptation. Still, you manage to contain the gasp that perches at the back of your throat. Again, you wiggle, but when Din fails to budge you slump, raising your voice at him instead.

"Let me go." You plead, voice warbling with apprehension. Din merely huffs at you, pressing further into your back so that you nearly wheeze with the weight of him.

"Depends." He murmurs back, and the sound of him threatens to send goosebumps racing along your spine. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Good girl.

You can't contain a little whimper at that, and when it manages to escape you Din's entire form briefly goes rigid against you.

"You like that?" He whispers eagerly, and you can hear the keenness spilling over his tongue, eyes bright and interested at your reaction. "My good girl?"

You don't reply, scrunching your eyes shut and trying to ignore that building desire within you. It bubbles just below the surface, prowling and purring and waiting for the moment where you surrender, let yourself indulge in his touch and give in to your pleasure.

It's wrong. You know it is, but your mind can't contain the memories of him before you decided to flee, of Din's broad hands splaying over your thighs and back as he bent you over the edge of his bed. You can still remember his voice growling those same praises down at you as he punctuated each syllable with a punch of his hips, stoking that flame within you into something radiant and burning, aching and unyielding in its pleasure. His name still tastes like a chant across your lips as your fingers clawed at the sheets, voice hoarse as you begged him for more, to cleave you apart in the way that only he can.

You ache.

You're breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly as you try desperately to contain your rising lust. it feels like an impossible effort, with Din's figure weighing down on your back and his hands gripping both of yours, his breath echoing and crackling in your ear from under his helmet.

"Let me go, Din." You try again, voice cracking dry in your throat as you shiver long and hard. Yet the deceitful sensation of your body seem to trace like featherlight touches across your skin, and you let out a shuddering exhale that curls against your cheek pressed to the metal.

It's too late, though, because Din seems to have caught on to your inner thoughts, and when he chuckles darkly you feel your knees briefly go weak under you.

"You wanted to be caught, didn't you?" He purrs, and that silky voice of his oozes past your defenses, sinking into you lower and lower, descending to the warmth coiling below your belly. Still, you shake your head even as the false denial of his words rises within you.

"N-no!" You try, but the lie tastes sour on your lips. Your mind is buzzing, filled with static as you try and fail to find the justification behind your words. Yet you can't deny it now, can't deny all those nights dreaming of this day when he would finally catch you, take you in his arms where you were always meant to be. As much as you try to deny it you can't- you've been waiting for this moment, running and running from the deadly hunter only to be ensnared, claimed in the way you were meant to be.

You brace your forehead against the metal in front of you, let out a shuddering breath as you feel the remnants of resistance begin to fade from your limbs. Even as a part of you struggles to keep your logic clasped tightly to you, it's a vain effort. You can feel that madness rising within you now, inescapable just as Din is. It clogs the back of your throat and flood your veins with ink, and you know even if you run you’ll carry it with you, let it drag you back to him.

Din senses this, feels the way you slacken, and suddenly he's cooing in your ear, voice gentle and reassuring. "Shhh. It's okay, I have you now, back where you belong. With me."

This isn't right, and you know it. You haven't come this far to just give in, to let yourself be caught like this. Even so you're so tired, exhausted in body and spirit of running and hiding from this hunter, from the man you love. You’ve spent weeks aching for him, needing the comfort of his voice and touch. The lure of him is too much to resist, and to your weary bones his words are a sweet, sultry salve that glides across your senses and steals away the remaining particles of your sanity.

"There." Din croons, and you relax further into his arms. "That's good, sweetheart."

"D-don't-" You try, but with every moment you feel your tightly wound muscles loosen, warm under his touch. Like the flickering glow of a fire Din bleeds heat into you, unwinding all the tension from your body and mind.

Din hums, the cold metal of his helmet pressing into the junction of your neck and shoulder and making you tremble.

"Aren't you tired, Mesh'la?" He asks, and with his question your head feels too heavy to hold upright, and something seems to be dragging the center of you down, downwards underneath the waves of madness. "It's okay, I'll take care of you."

That...that sounds nice. Your mind conjures thoughts that feel for a moment like they aren't yours- of a warm bed with Din's form wrapped entirely around you and keeping you safe. By his side you don't have to worry about where you're going to sleep, about running, about the shadows chasing your every step and nipping at your heels. Din will take care of you, he'll keep you safe, as he's meant to. All you have to do is give in, say yes as you should have all that time ago.

"Din." You murmur, and his name feels heavy on your tongue, but the taste of it curls over your breath and sweetens the back of your mouth in a forbidden aftertaste.

Din shudders, and for a moment his hold on you tightens again possessively.

"That's right, cyar'ika." He whispers, voice scraping rough against the back of his throat. "Say my name."

For a moment there's a flash of awareness at the back of your thoughts, a brief glimpse of light that illuminates the velvet embrace of darkness that clouds your senses. Even when you try to grasp at it, though, it feels too far away to reach, slipping through your fingers like a dewy morning mist.

The madness of the saber has wound around your limbs like a net, dragging you below the ink-black surface of delirium. You can’t see the bottom, can’t yet fathom yet the depths you’ll fall to, and when you look up you see the light fading away, warbling into a mere reflection of yourself. You've stopped struggling, and when you sigh the name of your lover it feels like the last of your air bubbling upwards as you drown in him.

"Din."

Din growls. The sound has you limp in his arms in surrender, and for a moment he has to brace against you the metal wall to keep you from falling to the floor. You whine when he presses down on you, but the sound is less of a protest and more of a need, dark and deep and heavy inside you. It's a pressure only he can relieve, something only he has the cure for.

"I got you, cyar'ika." He tells you, and his voice feels like honey, warm and dripping over your lips. "My good girl."

You melt into him, craning your neck away from him with a plaintive little whimper that has his grip on your hands tightening to the point of a dull pain. You hear him curse under his breath, the sound muffled and crackled by his voice modulator, deepening it to a torrid, greedy murmur. His knee raises a little higher between your legs, barely reaching the apex of your thighs. You sink the remaining inch down onto it, grind blissfully down on the pressure with a muffled groan.

That seems to be the only signal Din needs, because suddenly he's flipping you to face him. Your back collides against the metal panel with a dull thud you barely hear over the rising staccato of your heartbeat inside your chest. Din still has his grip on your wrists, not that he needs to anymore, really. You're done running, done trying to flee. You don't know why you did in the first place, not when the thing you'd always been looking for is right in front on you, his lust-laden gaze staring you down through the dark, glinting T of his visor.

"Pretty thing." He murmurs, using his other hand to run a gloved thumb over your bottom lip. Your core clenches at the praise, warmth spreading across your cheek and eyes fluttering closed as you bask in his attentions. You missed this, you realize. You missed his voice soothing over your senses, his touch gliding across your skin and leaving tremors in his wake. The mere presence of him is enough to dull any and all inhibitions you once clung to as if they could offer you refuge.

"Here?" You find yourself asking, feeling the remaining shreds of your sanity question his decision to take you here, in the open with the possibility of someone seeing you. The warehouse is abandoned at this hour, but you never know when a worker might wander in, hear the two of you from within the confines of the metal maze.

"Here." Din confirms, and a murmur of trepidation runs through you.

"Someone could see-" You try, only for the rough timbre of Din's voice to interrupt.

"Let them see." He all but snarls. "Let them see that you're mine."

You try to find it within you to protest, but then his thumb suddenly digs between your teeth, and when you gasp he only pushes the digit in further, grazing it over the roof of your mouth. You want to curl your tongue around it, but before you can Din fixes you with his stare.

"Bite." He growls, and it's not a request.

So, you do, teeth sinking down on the suede tip of his gloved finger. To your surprise, Din tugs his hand backwards so his hand slides free and bares his fingers. You feel your heart jump a little in your chest, eyes flicking from where his hand skims low across your belly back up to his face, to his unbreakable gaze.

The flat of his palm briefly splays across your breast, his hand cold as it slithers between the fabric of your shirt and your bare skin. You shiver at the touch, but not before letting out a small groan of approval where Din kneads the rise of your chest appreciatively. The sound is muffled by the tip of his glove, but Din gives you no indication you should drop it and you want to be good, need to be good.

His hand holding your wrists flexes in a gesture of barely contained restraint, shoulders tight as he towers over you. You lean into his touch, and with every skim of his fingers and wide press of his hand you feel that coiling desire within you tighten, beg for release. It's all you can do to simply surrender to him, let him have you in the way you've dreamt of for so long despite the fear of giving in.

Distantly, you wonder why you were ever afraid at all.

When Din's hand presses below the hem of your pants you arch into his with a muffled, needy sound that rises high in your throat. Din's chest is rising rapidly, eyes fixated on the way your eyelashes flutter and your hands clench and release in a desperate bid to touch him. At the first swipe of his bare fingers through the wetness collecting between your folds you buck into his hand, wanting, needing more.

"So wet for me already, Mesh'la?" He asks, a dark amusement tinting his voice. "And here I thought you didn't want to be caught."

You shake your head in response, unable to speak past the glove between your teeth. He's wrong, you know that now. These weeks of running, fleeing had been you desperately trying to deny what had always been there- the need, desire to be beside him, under him. You had been running from yourself, but now that's you've surrendered you don't know why you even ran to begin with. It feels like it's still there, whatever that reason is, but when you try to grasp at it the thought dances beyond your reach like the shadows that flicker from him in the midnight.

It fades into nothingness when Din's thumb presses down on your clit, and your entire body goes absolutely rigid under his touch with a sharp little cry.

"So sensitive." Din murmurs, his eyes devouring every scrunch of your brow and hitch of your breath. You want to tell him that of course you are, you're always sensitive for him, only him, forever him.

You press down on his fingers instead as his thumb circles lazily over your clit, chasing your own pleasure. It's not enough, never enough, and he knows it. You need more, you need him.

When his hand vanishes you whine in protest, bucking your hips in an effort to chase his hand sliding from between your legs. Yet then the fabric between your lips vanishes and you suck in a shuddering breath, gaze hooded as you stare up at him. There's saliva collecting in the corner of your lips, and your face feels hot to the touch as he pins you under his stare. You don't speak, letting your head loll and bump against the inside of his elbow braced on the wall beside you. You can only imagine the sight of you, chest heaving and hands hauled above you, eyes dark with lust and face flushed with desire.

Din growls a sound deep in his chest, like a wolf stalking something from the shadows.

"Want to hear you." He rasps over the sound of his glove dropping to the floor, forgotten. "Want to hear all those pretty sounds you make."

You nod desperately, shifting in his hold and jerking your hips against his as they cage you against the wall. Din groans then, the sound low and heady and barely muffled through his modulator. Yet then his hand is tugging your pants down below your hips, baring you to him. More purposeful than before as he suddenly sinks two fingers into your heat up to the knuckles as your wetness slicks the back of his hand

You gasp loud, and the sound seems to please him as Din curls his fingers inside of you. You squirm, breath heavy and shuddering and breaking the silence of the otherwise quiet, desolate warehouse. When Din scissors those fingers inside you it's all you can do to sink further down on them, gasp his name in a plea.

"Din!" You beg, not knowing exactly what you're crying out for- for release, for salvation, maybe- for him to never let you go ever again and only ever let that pleasure within you reach higher and higher heights so you can barely breath for lack of air.

"Say my name like that again." He demands, and his voice is hoarse, as if the very sight of you keening in pleasure and squirming on his fingers undoes him at the seams. He's losing himself too, to not just the madness of the blade by the crazed desire of your flesh. He's boiling, maddened, his lust as uncontrollable as his desire to hunt. It's as if the chase of pursuing you has lit a fire in him that can't be dimmed by anything but your own release under his touch.

"Din!" You keen again, voice rising up to the rafters. "Din, please."

You're so close. You can feel it coiling and lighting within you, a firework with a fuse so short it's all you can do to cling on helplessly to his touch in search of your climax. You need it, need him in the way you need water, air, basic sustenance for your own survival.

"You are mine, only mine." Din growls, and suddenly the cold bite of his helmet is braced against your forehead. You stretch up to reach him, mouth open and gasping for air as your tongue forms the sound of his name. "Say it."

"Yours." You agree readily, chest heaving and thighs quivering. "Always yours, Din."

"Good girl."

With that his thumb is flicking over your clit at the same moment his fingers curl like that inside you and you yell as your orgasm washes over you so suddenly and sharply it's the only thing you can do but to cry out. Yet there's a hand over your mouth muffling the sound, and you realize your hands are suddenly free. They flutter for a moment before naturally falling to Din's shoulders, fingers tangling in the fabric of his cowl as he continues to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm. You shake as your core clenches down and flutters on his fingers, muscles trembling as pleasure washes through your veins dark and thick enough to choke the air from your lungs.

It goes on for what feels like forever, the weeks of ever tightening tension in your muscles suddenly releasing all at once like a dam broken open. It's all you can do to cling to him, entire form trembling under his touch as you gasp out his name in a never-ending litany from behind his glove muffling your voice. The world narrows down to the feeling of his touch inside you, the rhythm of his fingers slowing and steadying, stroking your walls as you pulse around him.

Eventually the pleasure begins to dull and you feel yourself descending back into your own body, breath coming in shuddering and uneven gasps. Din withdraws his fingers from you and your breath hitches at the absence. He holds them up before his face for a moment, humming in appreciation at the slickness that spans between them. You barely notice, legs threatening to give out in the weakness following your devastating climax. You wobble for a moment, and Din's visor turns sharply to you.

"I got you." He murmurs, gathering you in his arms and you all but fall into them, letting your muscles give out. "Good. So good for me."

You preen at that, sated and pleased. Yet then you gasp as your thigh nudges the front of Din's pelvis and feels the straining bulge there. The brief contact is enough to have Din grunting, his hold on you tightening and digging into your arms. He needs you, you realize, and that knowledge is enough to set your blood on fire all over again- the thought that this entire time he's been desiring after you just as much as you have him. Now you've managed to find your own pleasure under his touch but left him wanting.

Your hand drifts downwards, gliding across his chest plate and settling over the hardness of him, pressing on it through the fabric of his pants. Din groans, the sound muffled as his hand briefly falls back. You grin, feeling yourself huff in pride at the reaction the simplicity of your touch can elicit from him.

There isn't much time to bask, however, because suddenly Din has you by the arm with one hand and is tugging your pants back above the curve of your hips with the other. Then he's walking, dragging you behind him as he makes his way back into the maze. You don't have the air to question him, not as his stride never breaks and he seems intent on wherever it is he's going. Besides, you don't have to wait long, because suddenly you find yourself being hauled into one of the many open shipping containers and dumped onto a soft surface.

Din pauses at the entrance for a moment, listening and watching for any would-be interlopers before following you inside. You watch his broad frame cast a shadow across your form, now sprawled over what seems like some sort of stack of moving pads. He moves towards you and that heat inside you burns at the sight of him, of your hunter stalking towards you with purpose, all muscle and danger and need.

You purr at him, spreading your legs in invitation. Yet instead of going for them Din instead seems fixated on your face, on the half-lidded gaze that glints in the darkness. With astonishing speed he's ripping off his helmet and dumping with a thud beside you. Then his hands are cupping your cheeks, bringing it up to his mouth before he devours you.

You gasp into his waiting lips, and the kiss is nearly bruising, all bite and teeth as Din takes no time in relishing the taste of you that he's been deprived of for far too long. Your hands are helping keep you uprights, leaning your weight backwards onto the mats. It doesn't take but a few heartbeats before you're scooting forward, reaching up and letting your fingers tangle in Din's soft curly hair. He hums in approval against your tongue, and you smile, nip at his lower lip playfully.

The taste of him blooms across your senses, dark and velvet and sweet. You want to douse yourself in it, let the scent of him paint across your skin in an undeniable indication that you're his.

Din seems to have the same thought, because suddenly he's shucking you of your jacket so his lips can descend to below your jaw. You gasp as you feel his seize the skin there, suck it between his lips so hard it's painful. Yet you only welcome it, knowing he's marking you, claiming you, leaving a brand so nobody will ever doubt you belong to him. So, you press him closer, lift your legs to wrap around his hips so you can feel the hardness of him under his flight suit press against the still sensitive junction of your thighs.

"Dank ferrick." Din curses against your collarbone, and for a moment his hips jolt, unable to contain himself. You both gasp at the sudden, delicious friction that greets you at the action. "Filthy girl."

Your eyes flash, and you wet your lips with your tongue, swollen and bruised as they are.

"Only for you." You murmur, a hand pressing Din's face into your collarbone, where he drinks in your scent. "Only you, Din."

Din chuckles, and the sound is different this time, warm, pleased. He straightens, removing your hands clinging to him so you flop onto your back with him wedged between your legs. You stare up at him in the darkness, and there's a shadow, a glint to him that seems supernatural, dark and dazzling like the white crackling energy of the saber.

“Look how shameless you are.” He purrs, and you merely hum at him, pleased like a loth-cat stretching in the sunlight. "My beautiful girl."

"You can sit there and stare." You quip, stretching your hands above your head so your breasts push upwards towards him. "Or you can come fuck me like you mean it."

Din freezes for a moment, as if shocked by the audacity of your sudden statement. Except then he's bending over you, and you see the wicked smile spreading across his lips.

"Trust me, cyar'ika." He murmurs darkly. "You won't be able to speak by the time I'm done with you."

Your breath hitches, eyes alight with excitement and expectation. Din's sultry brown gaze seems to mirror yours in the darkness, the glint there is familiar, reminiscent of the lightning crackling along the biting edge of his sword.

Din reaches down to free himself after only a moment of fumbling, and soon his other hand is shucking down your pants past your knees along with your underwear. You gasp at the sudden coolness against your bare entrance, but nevertheless lift a leg to let your trousers slide down your calf onto the metal floor. Din kicks them out of the way, and you catch a glimpse of his length in the shadows, his bare fist holding it tightly as a pearlescent bead of precum swells at the tip.

You let your legs fall open, beckoning him closer, wanting, needing to feel him again after all these weeks without him. You want him to fill you, graze that spot inside you that calls for him, for the thirst of his flesh against yours in a dance as old as time itself. Din steps closer, and you see his eyes glinting, his shoulders and chest heaving as he slots himself between your folds. The blunt pressure of him is just enough to stretch you, but you're open and ready for him, the wetness from your previous orgasm letting him slide the head of his cock through your folds.

"Tell me you want this." Din says suddenly, voice low and scraping dry against the back of his throat. "I want to hear it."

It's all you can do to not thrust your hips towards him, let him sink into you and feed the unyielding pressure within you. Yet you gaze at him through the darkness, the world narrowing to him and just him, the world and stars and galaxy beyond a mere blur to the stark sharpness of his gaze and touch.

"You caught me, Djarin." You breathe, and the confession alone makes your heart flutter and skip in your chest. "Now come claim me."

You barely have a moment to breathe after you taunt, because Din is sliding to the hilt inside of you and pressing all the air from your body so suddenly you can only arch off the mats under him. You manage to catch the cry that rips from your throat behind your hand, but it's not a moment before Din is grappling it, tearing it away.

"I want to hear you." He grunts as his hips quickly set a quick, snapping pace that has your entire form being jolted with every moment. "Want to hear how you come undone under me."

It's not as if you have much choice, not with the way Din is snapping his hips against your like he has something to prove. You can only gasp and whimper under him, feeling how your walls flutter and stretch around the width of him. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him inside you, and with every drag your belly coils and warms like he's stoking a flame there. You feel so full, that undeniable pressure within you building with every stroke of him against your inner walls. It's bordering on painful, it's delicious, it's all you've wanted all this time despite yourself.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this- squirming beneath me, taking my cock." Din breathes, and his voice is caught in his chest, breathless and needing as he ruts helplessly against you. Normally he would take his time, make sure to decimate you piece by piece until you were a whining, writhing mess until he at last took his pleasure from you. This isn't that. Din is fucking you like he's claiming you just as you taunted, reaping his reward for all the days and nights spent chasing you.

"D-Din!" You wheeze, reaching your other hand for him, seeking an anchor against the blinding pleasure of him carving you apart from the inside out. Din bends over you, and your hand finds purchase on the nape of his neck as you drag him downwards to your swollen, gasping lips.

Yet after only a few moments Din separates from you, his mouth wet with you. His other hand slithers up your shirt, groping the swell of your breast and seizing a nipple between his fingers. You keen a high sound in your throat, clamping around him tight enough for his hips to briefly stutter as he groans against you.

"Stars, you look so perfect like this, cyare." Din growls, his forehead braced against your as his breaths in your eyes gasp and whine. "So wet and open and needy for me."

You can hardly speak, your air robbed from your lungs with a particularly sharp snap of Din's hips, enough you feel the blunt head of his cock graze against your cervix. Your climax is so close it feels imminent, unavoidable as fate itself. You chase it with everything in you, jerking your hips down to meet Din's every thrust as he buries himself in your wet, tight heat.

"You missed this, didn't you, Mesh'la? I can tell, I can tell how much you wanted this." He croons, and his words are panted against your lips. You can only nod, lamenting the fact he's still in his armor, that you can't rake your nails down his back and mark him in turn.

"I thought about you every day, all the time." Din confesses breathlessly, and his words stoke a different heat within you, something new and affectionate, softer than this sharp, biting pleasure that writhes between you both. "Not a day went by that I didn't imagine you like this."

You feel the same, remembering all the nights you wished you could touch yourself to the thought of him like this, practically bending you in half as he sinks further and further into you, drinking in every sound and sensation of you like water to his waiting lips. At the time it felt wrong, the temptation of him. Now, now that you've surrendered the aroma of his infatuation is something you don't ever think you'll be able to get enough of for as long as you live.

"You really made me work to find you." He grunts above you, and your eyes catch a glimpse of his brow scrunched as he strains himself to speak past the mind blurring pleasure of burying himself in your core. "Maybe I should punish you for running-" and for a moment your breath hitches as you seize at the thought."-if I wasn't so proud of how far you made it."

His praise soothes you, feels like the smooth caress of his hands across your skin. It's true. You learned from him, let your keen eyes observe his methods and incorporate his lessons into your chase. It's the reason you were able to escape at all, were able to run for so long. It doesn't matter now though, not now where you are where you're meant to be."

"It doesn't matter." Din echoes against your thoughts. "I'll always find you, always bring you back."

Once, you would have feared that promise of his. Now it only feeds further into the arching flame within you as you bow off the mat under you and drive him further inside you. Din huffs as you whine loud and long, the sound bouncing off the walls of the metal container around you.

"You like that, Mesh'la?" He asks, and you hear the smug smirk on his lips in the darkness. "Can feel you getting close. You going to come for me?"

You nod frantically at him, your fingers digging under the back of his cowl and nails carving crescent moons into his nape. Din growls, the sound possessive and almost primal at the pain.

"Then come for me, cyare. Let me feel you break apart on my cock."

That's all it takes, and after only a heartbeat you're locking your legs around his hips, pulling him flush against you as your second orgasm burns bright and radiant inside you. You flutter and clamp down on him, and Din wheezes at the force of your cunt seizing on his cock as you breathlessly gasp his name, the sound choked and starved of air. Your hips tremble from the sudden, unrelenting pressure of it, and as they do you suddenly feel a spurt of warmth inside you as Din nearly shouts with the abruptness of his own orgasm.

Yet before you can even begin to climb down Din is suddenly withdrawing from you, and you keen at the loss, momentarily fucked beyond words and reduced to mere sounds as you desperately reach for your Mandalorian.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart." Din rasps, and you blink for a moment, trying to understand his words beyond the haze of your pleasure. Yet then you comply, and with shaking muscles you flip over, readjust to let the brunt of your weight bear down on your elbows as you present your slickened core to him once more. It feels shameless, completely depraved, and once long ago you’d refuse to do as much. Now, however, the gesture feels like a dark, savory indulgence that paints low and heady across your tongue.

Din doesn't give you any warning before he's sliding home once more, and you gasp at the fact that he's still hard despite his orgasm, and that you yourself aren't completely sated. Then Din is hauling you back against him so your entrance is flush with the dark snatch of curls at the base of his cock and your thoughts vanish altogether. It's all you can do to let your head fall between your arms, and whimper at the fact that the coiling, snaking need in your core still hasn't abated, that you need him still just as much as he needs you.

Then again, you suppose that was always the case.

Din can go deeper like this, and with every roll of his hips you feel the air punched from your lungs, feel your arms tremble as they try to bear your weight. The curve of his cock is pressing something deep within you that makes constellation bloom behind your eyelids, and with every heartbeat you're chanting his name like it's a prayer. He's gasping too, forcing out his voice from between his clenched teeth, snarling with the force of it.

"Mine, MINE." He growls into your shoulder, teeth skimming across the bare flesh there before he's nipping, sucking the skin between his lips and leaving yet another mark that you're his. You whine, wanting it despite the dull blossom of pain, need him to leave the imprint of his love all across your skin. It's too much, the force of him pounding inside you and his hands seizing your hips so hard you're sure there will be bruises there too. Yet the ache only fuels that fire brighter within you, and you whine at the pressure building there, the radiance of it burning hotter than the force of a star.

“I��ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine, mine and mine alone.” Din pants, voice rough as it drags within his chest, cracks over something there that threatens to fracture with greed. "Don’t ever forget."

How could you? How could you ever forget you're his, with the way he's completely decimating you in a way that leaves you wanting more? You're taking everything he gives you, and it feels so good, so right that the pleasure of that alone threatens to buckle your arms under you and let your face collapse into the mat.

It doesn't take long before you're reaching that peak again, muscles clenching as his cock buries himself within you with every stroke, bumping against the very core of you and leaving smoldering fireworks. With every drag of him out you surrender to his need and desire as much as he surrenders to yours. Yet it's hardly a single breath before he's filling you again, as strong and powerful as tides within an ocean washing over your skin and soaking you to the bone.

It's softer this time as you reach the edge of your endurance, but even so your orgasm ripples through you from head to toe, your entire body shivering under the reflex of your own desire.

"Again." Din murmurs like a command, and you try to shake your head, not sure you have another in you. Yet then he's reaching down between you, to the junction where you two meet before his fingers find your clit. The pleasure is so sudden and sharp you jerk with a small cry, and Din has to still for a moment to keep you from bucking. Yet even with his strength he can't keep you still as the rough pads of his fingers circle that bundle of nerves and you nearly sob with the sudden spike of pleasure that races through your blood.

It doesn't take much, not when you're still oversensitive and Din is rutting into you like he's trying to cleave you in two and pick up the pieces. You gasp, breath tightening and brain shorting out as Din presses down like that and you nearly scream with the suddenness of it, clenching tightly around Din's cock inside you like you can somehow keep him there.

That finally does it, and you collapse forward. Din grunts, catching you and hauling you backwards so the exposed small of your back presses against the cold metal of his armor. You gasp with each stuttering punch of his hips, shivering and overspent. Din buries his nose in your nape, the coarse hair of his mustache grazing against the soft skin at the base of your neck.

"Good girl." He grunts, breath choked as he thrusts once, twice, before completely burying himself inside of you with a heavy, pleased sigh. "My perfect girl."

You sigh, head lolling backwards as the world dulls to a pleasant fuzz around you. You can feel the wetness of him between your thighs, stomach still fluttering and unclenching as you slowly sink down from that teetering high he's taken you to.

"Yours." You mumble in reply, your senses heavy and sated. "Yours, Din."

Din purrs contentedly before the world tilts and you're being gathered into his arms, your head lolling before the weight of your senses drags you under.

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You stay with him.

Din takes you back to his ship, your head tucked against his breast as you drift in and out of wakefulness, body heavy and spent. It takes tremendous effort just to keep your eyes open as the lonely midnight streets fade around you to the silent, empty confines of the Razorcrest II. Not that you really need to be awake, anyways. Din has you, he'll keep you safe, make sure you're protected and cared for. There's no more running now, no more wakeless daydreams of him chasing you, no paranoia clinging to you as tightly as your own shadow.

You really don't know why you left in the first place.

You're safe here, after all, in Din's arms as he practically coils himself around you in sleep. You don't know where the ship is, but it doesn't matter. What's more important is the steady beat of his heart underneath your palm, splayed across his bare chest. It's the scent of him, heavy and sweet across your senses, lulling you into his touch. It's the way his eyelashes flutter in sleep, lips parted as they spill endless devotions to you.

"I'd burn worlds for you, Mesh’la." He tells you, his lips skimming over the small of your back, teeth grazing over the sensitive, exposed flesh there. "I'll make you my queen."

You gasp, and with every breath you're breathing black smoke. You thought it would choke you, suffocate your soul and asphyxiate you. Instead, the aroma of it curls over your tongue like nectar, thick and heady. When you sigh, it's into his bare shoulder where you've bitten down hard enough to bruise, leaving him a needless reminder of how he belongs to you, and you to him.

"I'd go to the depths of hell for you." Din whispers with every desperate roll of his hips into yours, and you believe him. A part of you wonders if you're there already, here within the shadows of the afterlife, tormented by a curse beyond your control. If that were true, though, why does it feel so good?

You ponder the question sometimes, when Din has tired himself from the indulgence of your flesh and collapsed beside you, hauling you against him and burying his nose in your hair. The answer came to you readily once, and with each passing day it becomes harder to summon, to find the path out from this luscious, depraved madness.

The Darksaber. It clouds his voice and makes the veins under his skin darken with ink, makes his eyes glint in the darkness and strengthens his bones into beskar. There's something wrong with it, you know. It shouldn't be like this, the way Din hardly ever sleeps or eats, the way his stamina and strength seems supernatural. It isn't right, but you can't understand why. Maybe if you got rid of the blade you'd remember, you'd remember why this is so wrong despite the fact it feels so right.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, forever and always." Din purrs into your ear, and sleep descends on you with a soft, inviting touch. Your eyelids flutter shut as you tuck yourself further into his arms, which tighten around you like they'll never let go ever again.

Soon, you tell yourself. Soon you'll find a way to get rid of the Darksaber, find a way out of this.

Soon. Soon, soon, soon...

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TRUE END

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[riisume]

Do you have any plans to draw Kikuo/Nebo tickling outside of asks, or are you saving it for when the mood strikes?

Needless to say, I hope I'll get to see that cherub wreck that leopard maaaany times. Sorry Nebo, but you do deserve all the tickles.

I do! I'll be honest though, the asks really help me with tk ideas. :'D I have a hard time coming up with them on my own or I wind up feeling that my own ideas are lacking/boring so I don't draw them.

I do want to draw some more of my own ideas for Kikuo/Nebo tks tho!

There'll be plenty more where they came from, asks or not. ^_^ Nebo's a ler/dom (he doesn't like not being in a position of power), so seeing him out of his element is really cute and I've taken a B I G liking to these two's shenanigans.

Li'l cherub fox that's around 2 feet standing can make a 5' 9" leopard man crumple to the floor from several pokes to the ribs. uvu Adorable~

[sunsetsixx]

this photo stopped me in my tracks. like that is my frontman. the sunglasses are giving 1986. he is still just so effortlessly COOL i love him

[bigmeansweatydyke]

google search how to stop being so autistic because i'm apparently ruining my friendships by acting like an asshole and having no idea and i'm already so fucking exhausted

[allylikethecat]

im european so i literally know nothing about american football haha i just rlly enjoy you being this passionate about something i have no understanding of sprinkled between 75 content and fic

Ahhh well, I'm glad that i can bring some of the joy (and crushing disappointment) of American football overseas 😂 Also thank you for supporting the way I pin ball from topic to topic very rapidly (it's kinda like how my brain is always working lol) I wasn't sure how much overlap / tolerance there would be between '75 fans and sports fans (also FUN FACT they played Love Me at the stadium before the Super Bowl started 💀) One thing I will say, is I never do anything half way I am ALL IN on my interests to the point where people in my life are like... chill haha

Anyway we should (hopefully) stick with our regular scheduled '75 / fanfiction content from here on out... unless something REALLY WILD happens in the off season that I will inevitably get fired up about lol

ALSO if anyone asks you're a New England Patriots fan now. Yes, we are one of the most hated teams in the league, but we're going through a rebuild now and have missed the play offs and our Dynasty has ended so it's okay to feel sorry for us and like us again. I promise. I'm not bias. Not at all.

Thank you for the reading, the support, and encouraging my not so secretly a sports blog secretly a sport blog agenda 😂

❤️Ally

[seimei-chsq]

…sorry i’m going to be a bitch for a second

[visualtaehyun]

Pronoun changes, my beloved!

Apologies in advance for how chaotic and lengthy this will be but this is my jam lmao For ease of understanding, I'll color-code all words referring to Mork and Day like this!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Last episode, Mork called himself พี่ /phi/ once so I'd been waiting that entire episode for either of them to initiate a switch in pronouns!!

เดย์ พี่เอง /Day, phi ehng/

It just makes sense tbh, considering all of Day's friends defaulted to calling Mork พี่ /phi/ and Porjai also just calls herself พี่ /phi/ while calling Day น้อง /nong/, น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ or just เดย์ /Day/.

Real quick- พี่ /phi/ = lit. older sibling; respectful yet familiar form of address for someone older (2nd or 3rd person pronoun); can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone younger (1st person pronoun) น้อง /nong/ = lit. younger sibling; mostly used to refer to someone younger (2nd or 3rd person pronoun) but can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone older (1st person pronoun)

So, episode 5!

Day accidentally calls Mork พี่ /phi/ and another boundary's crossed 👀 Of course our flustered Day tries to backpaddle immediately to Mork's delight (Day is so teasable, I completely understand Mork haha):

อะไรของคุณ /a rai kaawng khun/

ไอ้น้องเดย์ /ai nong Day/ -> Nong Day? Sweet, affectionate. Ai nong Day? Teasing, trying to annoy Day 😂 พี่ยืมเสื้อตัวนึงนะ /phi yeuum seuua dtuua neung na/ -> The tone of his voice 🫠 This is when Mork starts calling himself พี่ /phi/!

Mork has officially abandoned the polite formal คุณ /khun/ that both him and Day previously used to call each other and he now mostly calls him by his name, เดย์ /Day/, but sometimes he doesn't~

เราเองอ่ะ ก็โพสต์อะไรบ้างดิ /rao ehng a, gaaw post a rai baang di/

เรา /rao/ as a 2nd person pronoun is used by older people for calling someone younger or in general by someone more senior for calling juniors (though I've also heard it between age mates or even by younger people when scolding someone older they're close to lol it sounds a bit condescending or patronizing though). It's not formal or polite, it has a degree of familiarity though!

Quick intermission for the photo caption (though the subs provide a very good alternative pun!)

ข้าวเช้าแบบปัง ปัง /khaao chaao baeb bpang bpang/

ปัง /bpang/ = bread, hence the pun, but it's also an onomatopoeic expression for a loud noise (like Bang!) and, in the same vein, slang for 'popular'. I guess it's comparable to saying sth. or sb. is 'the bomb' in English or like- A bangin' breakfast lol You'd obviously lose the bread pun though.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

Mork calls him น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ and himself พี่หมอก /phi Mork/ but he also phrases his question with a คับ /khap/ at the end (that's a polite male ending particle) - it's halfway between sweet and teasing but Day's reaction tells us that he's accepting it at face value. :)

Place your bets now as to how everyone will react once they hear the changed speaking habits of these two lmao Personally, I wanna see Night's reaction the most

Gee is up first!

Last night, Day did still call him คุณ /khun/ HMMM 😏 (Gee's also referencing the love song Mork sang for Day in ep. 4)

I wanna highlight the little banter about the hotpot restaurant here too because it's something I hear irl a bunch but rarely in (BL) series!!

Day: มึงดูตากูด้วยค่ะ /mueng duu dtaa guu duay kha/ Gee: มึงก็ให้พี่มึงป้อนซิคะ /mueng gaaw hai phi mueng bpaawn si kha/

These two (as well as most of Day's friends) use กู/มึง /guu mueng/ with each other which- nothing new there, close friends often use these rude pronouns with each other BUT what's interesting to me is the particle they both use at the end: ค่ะ/คะ /kha/! They're polite feminine ending particles so usually used by women, when speaking politely. But in this case, they're both using them to sass each other! :D

I've exhausted my time for this evening so the rest of the episode will have to wait until later, sadly. And this post only covers part 1/4 hahaaahh... 🥴

[strangermarvelss]

partners?- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: you've been working together with dustin on some side work and eddie gets jealous

Warnings: bit of angst but not really, wingman!dustin, fluffy end

Request: Yes

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: another lovely request! hope i did your dream justice lol. enjoy! -sava

“Tonight at 7 work for you Dustin?” You ask, lunch tray in hand as you and then freshman boy walk closer to his lunch table. The two of you stop when you approach the well known Hellfire table, you looking up and flashing the boys a smile, your eyes lingering on the repeat senior Eddie Munson for a few moments before hearing Dustin respond.

“Yeah, 7 is good. Can you drive me though?” He asks. 

“How about I just meet you at your house?” You question. You watch him nod and jump for a second, before bidding him and the other boys goodbye and head off to eat with the rest of the cheer squad. You plop yourself down next to the other girls in your usual seat and begin eating your food.

“I’m totally telling Suzie,” Mike teases as Dustin sits next to him. He scoffs at the Wheeler boy and begins unpacking the lunch his mother prepared for him.

“Yeah, like how could you? Does Never Ending Story mean nothing to you anymore?” Lucas says with sarcasm dripping in his tone. The table erupts into a fit of giggles, causing your head to perk up for a moment from your own. You always admired the Hellfire club, even with them being labeled as outcasts and freaks. They were unapologetically themselves and it was something you wish you could do yourself.

“Will you guys give it a rest? She’s coming over to work on our programing project, we just got paired together last period,” Dustin explains to the table. At the head of the table, the Dungeon Master himself was watching the curly haired freshman with an envious look, his big round eyes beginning to twitch. He felt a nudge come from his side and looked over, causing him to drop his bag of mini pretzels on the table.

“You alright there, Eddie?” Gareth asks. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The metalhead retorts, scoffing and picking his pretzels up and jamming them in his mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know, just saw you staring daggers at the freshmen over there who has plans with your girl,” Gareth responds back. Eddie’s eyes are quick to glare at him as the table falls silent, a few “oohs” scattering around.

“Your girl? You’ve never even talked to her,” Mike says matter-of-factly. Lucas nudges him in his side, cause Mike to yelp out an in pain.

“Wait, Eddie…do you like Y/N?” Dustin asks him. Everyone’s eyes were now on Eddie once again, a blush beginning to form at his cheeks that he quickly tries to wipe away, which ultimately doesn’t help.

“Shut it Wheeler. And keep your voice down Henderson!” Eddie replies, looking over at the sea of jocks in hopes you weren’t able to hear the conversation from where you sat. He watches your eyes beam as you talk with your other cheer friends, the smile on your face stretching from ear to ear as the bow in your hair moves frantically as you speak. Good, you didn’t hear them.

“Eddie’s had a crush on her since last year, but has been too chicken shit to do anything about it. He just stares and hopes from a far,” Jeff explains to the freshmen members. Eddie was getting physically embarrassed, trying to hide his face and reactions from the truth being spilt out into the open.

“Didn’t know you had a thing for cheerleaders Ed,” Dustin says, shoveling a cracker into his mouth. Eddie rolls his eyes and begins to pick at his pretzels a bit.

“Not just any ol’ cheerleader Henderson,” he begins, looking over to the table where you remained. “Just her.”

“Awwww,” the entire Hellfire table said in unison, making Eddie jump from his seat and beginning to throw his trash away.

“Oh bite me.”

The lunch bell springs to life, notifying everyone to stream out of the cafeteria and back to their regularly scheduled academics. One by one, the Hellfire members rise from their seats and discard of their trash, making their way out of the cafeteria in groups. 

“Henderson, wait up,” Eddie calls out, jogging to walk with Dustin towards his next class. “Hey I was wondering, if, uh-you could talk me up to Y/N tonight? You know, casually, make sure its organic. Don’t force it, ya know?” he rambles to the boy. Dustin claps his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and nods.

“Yeah, I’ll see what comes up and make sure to tell her you’re a catch,” he says with a smile. Eddie returns his smile, then flinches when the warning bell rings.

“Shit, can’t be late. Thanks man, I appreciate it!” He exclaims as he scurries down the hall, trying not to be late to Miss O’Donell’s class for who knows however many times now.

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You pull up to the address Dustin gave you after school when you were on your way to cheer practice, turning the engine to your car off and climbing out with your backpack in hand. You walk up the path and knock on the door, quickly greeted by a blonde woman with a warm smile. 

“You must be Dustin’s partner, Y/N. Dusty! Your partner is here!” She exclaims. She shifts to the side and her hand motions you to step inside, allowing you to match her smile and step through the threshold. You look around for a moment, taking in the cozy nature of Dustin’s home, with family photos and baby pictures scattered around the living room. It warmed your heart seeing people’s domestic life, especially someone as sweet as Dustin.

“Hey, Y/N! Follow me, my room is this way,” Dustin greets you, that braces filled smile growing on his face. You head down the hallway following him.

“Remember to keep your door open Dusty since you’re in there with a girl!” she exclaims sweetly down the hall. You chuckle to yourself as Dustin turns to you, cheeks bright red and an embarrassed look on his face, causing you to giggle.

“Mom!” He yelps out, his voice cracking a little with the hitch pitch tone. You set you bag down next to you as you take a seat on his desk, looking around at all the posters on his wall and figures scattered across various surfaces. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s all good,” you laugh out, bending down to retrieve your books and pencil from your backpack. The two of you begin to bounce ideas off one another in an attempt to get some kind of footing for your project, the lightbulbs flashing for you both once an idea finally landing. Programming was kind of something you wanted to get into, as nerdy as it might sound. You were feeling a lack of passion lately, with the same routine every day putting you in a slump. Wake up, eat, go to school, cheer practice, the Friday night games for both football and basketball with the change of the season quickly approaching, go home, sleep, repeat. It was getting tiresome and you thought signing up for the new programming elective would be an interesting twist.

You go to put your books back in your bag as the two of you continue to talk, searching for some blank flashcards to write down your idea and some methods you both thought would make for a successful project when your walkman falls out, along with the tape you’d found solace in recently. 

“Is that a Metallica tape?” Dustin asks you. You pick it up and hold it close to you, smiling at the freshman’s question.

“Yeah, it’s been my go to tape for a few weeks now. I’m trying to expand my interests and I really vibe with their music,” you explain, playing around with the tape for a bit before putting it back in your bag. 

“You know,” Dustin begins, shifting a bit on his bed causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “Eddie, you know Eddie, right? Course you do, everyone does. Anyway, h-he likes Metallica too. I bet he could give you some recommendations for some other bands. Only if you’re interested of course.”

“You really think he’d do that for me?” You question, a blush creeping up your neck and onto the apples of your cheeks, which you try to cover up a bit.

“Yeah of course! He loves giving music suggestions. Why wouldn’t he do that for you?” Dustin asks. 

“I dunno…I just feel like he’d never go for anyone like me-shit, I mean talk to someone like me. He always goes on those rants in the cafeteria about popularity being a construct and how jocks and the, freaks, as he calls them, I don’t think of them like that, don’t get along and, uh. Yeah I dunno,” you ramble on, your hands making weird attempts to distract Dustin from your words as you speak. You scratch the back of your neck, embarrassment seeping into your bones and you feel the boy’s eyes staring at you, his jaw slightly agape.

“Go for anyone like you? Y/N…do you like Eddie?” He questions again. Man this kid had a lot of questions. You turn to look at him, trying to hide the smile on your face as you nod.

“You cannot tell him though. I know your club is close but Dustin, I’m begging you not to say anything, please?” You ask, scooting his desk chair closer to him and placing your hands on his shoulders to show him just how serious you were. He nods and you remove your hands, a relieved sigh quickly soothing you from any worries you had felt within the last few minutes. “Alright, well I should probably get back home and work on my other homework for the night.”

You stand from his chair as you gather the last of your things and walk out into the hallway of the Henderson household. You flash a smile at Dustin’s mother, who was in a rocking recliner chair holding their family cat. You walk out the door and down the path again when you hear Dustin calling after you, turning on your heel slightly to meet his gaze.

“Come sit with us at lunch tomorrow. We can talk more about the project, and maybe Eddie will give you some suggestions on music too,” he offers. You nod and wave him goodbye, hopping into your car with a smile as you turn the engine one once again and pull out of his driveway. 

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Smiling at the lunch lady, you take your tray and walk towards the Hellfire table and take a deep breath. Being nervous about sitting with the club was not something you were used to. You knew them all briefly, exchanging pleasantries when you saw them around the school, which made the other girls on your cheer squad question your sanity, but you didn’t care. They were nice guys and you wished the rest of the school could see them that way.

As you approach the table, you see Dustin look over his shoulder and smile at you, waving you over. You return the smile and scoot pass a few people to get to the open seat, which was right next to Eddie.

“Hey guys,” you greet them, setting your tray down and pulling the chair out to plop down in. You notice the guys staring at you, even the frizzy haired metalhead, blinking a few times as if to make sure this was really happening.

“Uh, hey, Y/N. What’cha doin’ at our table?” Eddie asks you, his chocolatey eyes making contact with yours. You feel your heart quite literally skip a beat, never having been this close in proximity to Eddie, only longing and staring at him from a far. His big eyes were intimidating yet hypnotizing, feeling as if you could swim in the brown sea of his irises. You quickly realize you were staring, and snap out of it before it become creepy.

“Y/N and I were going to talk more about our project. Hope you all don’t mind her joining us today,” Dustin answers for you, looking around the table as everyone nods. You look back over at Eddie, who kept his eyes on you for a moment, before being pulled away by Dustin’s voice, discussing the project a little. Picking at your food a bit, you and Dustin come to a mutual understanding of how you want the project to be completed and agree to a schedule so you can both get a good grade when the project comes due in a few weeks.

“By the way Eddie,” Dustin abruptly says with a snap of his fingers, causing you to jump a little. Your eyes look towards Eddie, who stares at the freshman boy with annoyance, making you giggle just a bit. “I was wondering if you had some music recommendations? Y/N here recently got into Metallica and was talking with me about getting some insights on other bands to listen to.” 

Eddie blinks for a second, his eyes darting between you and Dustin for a moment. 

“You, Y/N L/N…like Metallica?” He asks simply, his face deadpanned and voice treading lightly. You nod your head and slowly look away from him, starting to feel slightly embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah. I got into them a few weeks ago.”

“Hmm, interesting. Well I’m not one to judge a book by its cover. So there’s this band called-“ Eddie begins to say, but is interrupted by the sharp sound of the lunch bell. He lets out a dramatic groan and rises from his seat in order to throw his trash away, which you follow suit. 

“Do you want to tell me about them on the way to O’Donnell’s? Since we have the class together?” You ask him, digging your hands into the pockets of your jeans. You watch his smile grow, his dimples coming to life as he nods and begins to walk with you towards class. As the two of you walk out of the cafeteria, Dustin begins to jump around and scream in excitement. 

“My plan totally worked! I am the best wingman ever.”

[wordvomitgenerator]

I think it would be so hilarious if after this wacky plot line concludes in Puppet History that it just immediately went back to what it was in season 1. Like just ok now that we’re done with that back to our regularly scheduled program lol. Like it was just some strange detour and everyone gets to move on but Ryan bc baby is scarred for life now.

[shadow4-1]

What’s shadowbanned? (dumb question but idk what it means😭)

Not dumb anon, I actually had to look up why my account is acting funny.

This is a side blog, so the issues I'm experiencing are lesser than if it was my main blog. As of right now I can't:

- Send can't send messages or replies

- Reblog (It doesn't seem to be working...I keep getting an error)

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm shadowbanned. Which kinda sucks but I'm still gonna keep posting my hot mess lol.

To everyone who follows me, thank you!

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

[partycatty]

so apparently, for whatever reason, the "love at first sight" draft was the reason i couldn't edit on mobile. apparently it was so powerful my phone refused to run the app properly. publishing it made the problem vanish instantly LOL

thankfully, i can now use tumblr to its full extent

back to our regularly scheduled program, folks!

[ryuichirou]

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And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Anonymous asked:

I’m sorry you went through all that crap. I hope things are better for you. ):

Oh, if you’re talking about the situation from my past, then yeah, it’s much better now! Thank you so much for your concern <3 It is very sweet of you.

However, we do have a more serious situation on our hands right now, but I won’t go into details. This blog is for discussing the colour of Idia’s nipples, not this.

Speaking of which…

Anonymous asked:

I want to lick Idia’s chest. Apologies.

Quickly, Anon, Ortho is holding him just for you to lick! Ahh shoot he ran way…

Anonymous asked:

a lot of people tend to forget we’re asking you about /your/ hcs. and it’s perfectly ok if we disagree! what fun would the internet be without different opinions (the only valid hc is rook’s love language is stalking lol).

anyways who out of the cast do you think would own yaoi manga/doujins? personally i think idia would. maybe. if it’s physical/paper he can hide his naughty stuff from ortho and his mom…

Exactly! A lot of things influence the way people come up with ideas, this is such a complex thing, of course not everything is going to cater to everyone – this is simply impossible. Picking and choosing and reading stuff that interests you while avoiding things that annoy or hurt you is always the way to go.

(Rook’s love language is stalking, fuck yeah lol)

Oh, that’s a fun question. I feel like Idia would be the only one, and he would also probably have this excuse/explanation, like he really isn’t into BL, but this particular work is just very good, it has great art style, good writing + Idia’s favourite artist was influenced by this manga/series of doujins, so of course he had to get it, this is an important otaku artifact! And OF COURSE it’s paper, that’s the whole point! Even if it’s smutty, it’s art!

Ortho could start getting into BL himself; he would start by reading this one manga that Idia owns lol Idia was sure he’d hidden it well.

The rest of the cast strike me as normies… but hey, Lilia could have some! If he has any manga at all, I can imagine him owning a BL book just ‘cause. But since he probably bought it years ago when he was traveling around the TWST equivalent of Japan, it might be a bit outdated lol And probably a little cursed, which is why Lilia got so into this book back then.

Anonymous asked:

I just think it’s cool how you’re so detailed with the characters and their personality/psychology etc. You could even explain how each of them would go skydiving and I’d think, “yeah, they would do that.” Toodles.

Thank you so much, Anon! It truly means a lot. This is one of the most fun parts of writing replies and drawings stuff, to be honest: the cast is so good that the jokes write themselves sometimes lol

If only I knew enough about skydiving to write or draw something about it…but thankfully, we have a lot of other things to do. 💪

Thank you for enjoying our stuff, I am very happy to hear that.

Anonymous asked:

That's just fucking wrong. Jade is EXTREMELY well behaved for a Leech. "ill behaved" my ASS!!!

+Anonymous asked:

TO BE CLEAR IM JOKING JADE IS A FUCKING FREAK MENACE

LOL YOU’RE GOOD ANON, no worries! <3

“For a Leech”!!! Exactly! Which means he isn’t well-behaved at all!

Anonymous asked:

my guy, my friend,, my buddy,,,,

a hetalia mention? in 2024? why would you do this to us? 😭

Anon dear… Hetalia is a party that is never over 🥳🥳🥳 It forced itself into our lives in 2009 and has been there ever since.

In all seriousness, we do come back to it from time to time; some of the drawings that we have for it are pretty recent!

[sillygooseassociation]

Sweater Lovin'

Request: I have thought of a request for you! Matching "Ugly" Christmas sweaters with Ted -@believemetheodore 💕💕💕 Ps happy holidays! 

Description: You and Ted decide that AFC Richmond's holiday ugly sweater party is the perfect time to not only tell the team about your relationship, but tell the world as well.

Warning: mentions of ted's big dick lol

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: i did it! i got another holiday fic out before Christmas was over! Well, technically Christmas is over where I am (it's 1am), but it's not over for all of the world yet, so I'm considering that a win. 4 more holiday fics to go, two for jason and two for ted (one for each containing smut 👀) and then we'll be back to our regularly scheduled program. happy holidays, please enjoy! oh also, all of the sweaters are linked in the fic! i really hope you like all of the sweaters, i worked very hard to find ones i thought were great for each character specifically.

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A chill runs through your body as you brought your hand down from knocking on Ted’s door, the Richmond puffer wrapped around your body clearly not doing enough to keep you warm. As you attempted to warm your hands by blowing on them while rubbing them together, Ted opened the door, a bright smile on his face, “Hey there, honey!” The mustached man pulled you into a sweet kiss, his hands resting on your biceps before he pulls away, “Let me put on my sweater and I’ll be ready to go!”

The man skirted away in his collared white button-up, heading back to his room as you walk around the living room, taking in the boxes scattered around the room. Even though Ted wasn’t the one moving, you were joining him in his flat, he was quick to offer to donate some of his things, wanting to make sure there was space for your things, “It was my place first darling, but it wasn’t really home until you came along, so I don’t want it to feel like it’s anymore mine than it is yours”. Your entire apartment resembled his living room, though all of your belongings were packed as opposed to only some of his things. As you looked around the room, coming up with some ideas for which decorations and photos would go where, Ted enters the room, dressed in his sweater, “Ready, sweetheart?”

You turn to him with a sweet smile, nodding as you both journey to the door, Ted taking his puffer off the hook and incidentally matching you. After locking up the flat, you and Ted begin the trip to Nelson Road, your fingertips brushing each other every so often as you walk, both of you having to work hard to not lace your fingers together. “You think they’ll be surprised?” Ted chuckles at your question, not at all annoyed despite you asking this question god knows how many times over the past week. “Well, Beard and Keeley know, so we know there will be no shock there. Roy seems to know everything, and even if he was surprised, it’s not like we’d know.” You giggle at that, Roy is a close friend to both of you and even if you can read him better than when you first met him, the man didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve by any means. 

Ted glances at you, a soft smile on his face as you laugh, his pupils practically forming hearts as he looks at you. The two of you crossed the street, switching from the park to a sidewalk bordering the street, Ted subtly switching to your left side, acting as a buffer in between you and the street, before he continues, “Boss signed off on our HR paperwork and Higgins processed it so obviously they know. Now, the boys? I’m not sure. As much as they tease me whenever they catch me lookin’ at you, I don’t know if they actually think I have it in me to win you over.” A boisterous laugh leaves your mouth as you lightly slap Ted’s arm, “You did not do any winning over, you know that.” 

He mirrors your laugh, throwing his arm across your shoulders, feeling safe enough to do so with the sunlight subtly disappearing and a barren block of the street, “I’m not sure about that honey, I did manage to convince you to move in with me after only eight months. And we both know how out of my league you are.” You jokingly roll your eyes at his comment, shoving him off of you, your action met with his beautiful laugh, “We both know that no convincing happened, Teddy. I practically begged you to let me move in as soon as possible when you asked me.” 

You place your left hand on his forearm to stop him, turning him to face you as you glance around, making sure the coast is clear before looking back at him. “And, I am not out of your league in any way, my love. I mean just look at you,” Ted blushes as you run your fingers through the graying stubble along his jaw. “I’m with the most gorgeous man alive. Not to mention he has a huge fucking di…” “Whoa whoa whoa,” Ted’s face quickly turns red, stepping closer to you and covering your mouth with his hand, “Let’s not do that here, yeah?” Your eyes twinkle at him as you run the tip of your tongue along one of the lines in his palm, a choice that Ted groans at, “Darlin’, we are not skipping this party, so you’re gonna need to stop this before we have a problem downstairs.”

A chuckle comes from your lips as you back away, continuing your journey down the sidewalk, Ted quickly falling in step with you. “Putting all that aside until later tonight, we’re both lucky, okay?” A smile rests on Ted’s face as the two of you arrive at Nelson Road, heading to the back door, “Agree to agree, honey.” Though outside the thick-walled building, you swear that you can hear the loud music and cheers of the team from here. Ted opens the door for you, the break in the fortress’s protection confirming that you were in fact hearing the noise of some of your favorite people.

Rather than entering through locker room doors in the hallway, you and Ted enter his office first, dropping off your puffers before joining the party, seeming to be the last to arrive. The room erupts in cheers when they see the both of you, excited with your presence and seemingly not paying attention to your sweaters, “There you are, the best part of the Greyhounds’ management team! Oh, and the gaffer is here too!” The boys howl in laughter at Isaac’s rib at Ted, the team captain has changed out of his traditional secret Santa uniform and instead now wears a black sweater with the words “Big Gift Energy”. 

The two of you laugh at his joke as well, though you know Ted is in agreement with the team’s leader while you are adamant Ted is the best part of the entire beloved team. Sam comes over with two beers, passing one to each of you, a bright smile on his face as he greets you, “Hey, nice sweater there, Sam!” The player thanks his coach, straightening out his sweater that shows an elf and Santa dancing before examining each of your sweaters, most likely preparing to return the compliment. Sam’s smile somehow becomes even brighter, looking up at both of you before tossing you a wink, “I like your sweaters too, nice choice, Coach Lasso.”

You laugh lightly at Sam’s comment as he walks to join his teammates, you imagine spreading the news or sending people in your direction. Ted leans down, his hot breath meeting your ear, sending a chill down your spine, “He’s right you know, I made a great choice.” Before you can respond, Ted is walking around, his voice loud and jolly, apt for the season as he greets the people you both have come to consider family. You hear a gasp that you recognize as Colin’s, turning to see Sam talking to the man dressed in a red sweater with the iconic “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal” line embroidered across it. 

Though before you can respond to his reaction, you are pulled into Keeley’s arms, “Babes, this is great! I’m so glad we found these sweaters, this was the best way for you to tell them!” You chuckle at your best friend, she already knew about your relationship with Ted and yet it seems like she may be the most excited about the news. Pulling away from each other, you take in her outfit, though you helped her find it online, the model-turned-PR manager dressed in knee-high white boots and a short sweater dress with sequin lights across it. Even though Keeley knew about your relationship, you imagine she is this excited since she can now talk about it with Roy, who you now realize is standing with her.

Looking up to greet Roy, possibly the loudest laugh you’ve ever had comes from you, you’re not even quick enough to soften it by covering your mouth. Behind Keeley, Roy stands with a small, proud smirk on his face, dressed in his normal black jeans and a black sweater, though his sweater is covered in pictures of faces, well, one face, specifically, the face of Jamie Tartt. You struggle to hold yourself up as laughter combs through your body, barely noticing when a familiar hand is placed on your lower back, “What’s up with you, darl…” Before Ted can finish his question, he notices Roy’s attire, stifling his own laughter as he raises his eyebrow at the man, “Uh, whatcha got on there, coach?” Roy looks down as though he has no idea why Ted would be asking such a question, looking back up at the now public couple, “The invite said ugly.” 

Another roar of laughter racks through your body, Ted practically having to hold you up as he moves his hand to your hip. Your boyfriend, though incredibly entertained by Roy’s take on the party instructions, attempts to lightheartedly reprimand him, “Now Roy, does that seem like the best way to improve your relationship with Jamie?” Before Roy has a chance to give Ted an answer sure to be riddled with expletives, Jamie joins the conversation as he slings his arm around Roy’s shoulder, “Don’t worry coach, he’s just doin’ this cause ‘e’s jealous of mah sexy face.” You snort at Jamie’s response as well as his sweater, a winking Santa face placed in between the phrase, “Ask your mom if I’m real”, Roy growls at the younger man, “You have five seconds to remove your arm from me, Tartt.” 

Keeley leads the two bickering men away, smiling at you and mouthing “congratulations” to Ted, to which he mouths “thank you” back, excited beyond words that he was standing here not only with you, but with you. You wipe away your tears, your laughter dying down as Ted moves to stand in front of you, “I swear, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ted chuckles, more at you than what Roy is wearing, “Yeah, I can see that, sweetheart.” You look around the room, happy to see everyone having a good time before turning back to Ted, the man offering you a cider as he moves to take your beer. He was fucking perfect. You hadn’t even asked him, you hadn’t even had the chance to make a comment about being handed a drink you didn’t like, yet Ted made sure to grab you your favorite drink to replace the beer. 

You smile at the gesture, taking the cider from Ted and giving him your beer, both of you opening the drinks and taking a sip. You just stare at him, in awe of what you have, before his hand comes towards your face, wiping off a drop of cider that gathered on the corner of your mouth. He brings his hand to his mouth, sucking the drop off his digit as you just watch him, “I love you, Teddy.” He smiles brightly at you, “I love you too, hon.” Before you have the chance to make a comment on wanting him to do something else with his thumb later, Rebecca and Higgins join you, Ted moving to stand next to you so that the two can stand across from you. “Well, your shoulders seem much lighter now that this is out in the open,” Rebecca smiles sweetly while Higgins nods in agreement with her comment. 

You open her mouth to thank her but stop yourself, distracted by Leslie’s sweater, an option that you and Ted both quirk your eyebrows at. Of course, the two of you recognized the characters, Henry loved playing the game with Ted over FaceTime, then adding you to the mix after meeting virtually. Ted chuckles at Higgins' pink sweater, as he smoothly slips his free hand into the back pocket of your jeans, certainly excited to be able to touch you in public after eight months in secret, “Hey, Leslie, buddy, why are you wearing an Among Us sweater?” A light seems to go off in Higgins’ head, pointing to Ted as his face lights up, “Among Us! That’s what it is! Rebecca asked me and I just couldn’t remember.” He seems pleased with himself before seeing your still confused faces, “Oh, yes, well I told my boys about the party over breakfast a couple of weeks ago and said I couldn’t find a sweater to wear. They said they had it covered and then gave this to me this morning, I have no idea what sus…mas means though.” 

Higgins shakes away his confusion as he is called away by one of the players, leaving you, Ted, and Rebecca to laugh at your lovable, but sometimes clueless, friend. “Boss, wow, I…love your sweater,” you snort back a laugh at Ted’s compliment as Rebecca dramatically rolls her eyes, “Oh please, Lasso, please save your American niceties tonight. This was out of my choosing, it is all the fault of Keeley and your girlfriend, her girl-next-door aura is truly just an act.” You jokingly scoff at your friend, “Rebecca, just admit it, you bet that you could beat me at trivia at our girl’s night and you lost, simple as that. It’s not my fault that no one can beat me.” 

Ted points at you as he nods, a knowing look on his face, “Yeah, that one I can attest to. No one gets one over on Y/N in pub trivia, Beard and I learned that the hard way.” In the corner of the room, you see Beard relaxing in his chair that he pulled out of the office, his feet propped up on a bench as he reads Little Women, a Christmas classic. Without looking up from his book, Beard shouts in agreement with his best friend, “Beat our asses.” You turn back to Rebecca with an innocent smile and a shrug as she groans, looking down at her red sweater with a wine glass in the middle, encircled by the words “All I want for Christmas is you”, though the word ‘you’ is crossed out and replaced with the word ‘wine’. 

Rebecca bitterly mutters under her breath before you all laugh at the situation, your shared friend complimenting your’s and Ted’s sweaters before, ironically, going to refill her glass of white wine. Alone again, you turn your head to look at Ted, incredibly aware of the placement of his hand as he takes a drink of his beer, “You having fun with your hand back there, Coach Lasso?” A small smirk appears on Ted’s face, side-eyeing you before taking a quick swig of his beer, “Just enjoying the perks, my love.” You chuckle at him before looking back at Beard, surprised by his sweater choice, the words “Die Hard is my favorite Christmas movie” printed across his chest. You look at Ted, who is already looking at you, which brings a light blush to your cheeks, “Is Die Hard really Beard’s favorite Christmas movie?” Ted shakes his head, smiling at your question, “No, his favorite is The Holiday, he loves a classic Nancy Meyers. He just wears that sweater to start a debate.”

You chuckle, not at all surprised that Beard would do that, taking a sip of your cider before turning to see Keeley approaching you with a bright smile, “There’s England’s new favorite power couple!” Both of you laugh at her greeting, Ted taking his hand out of your pocket only to move it to your hip, pulling you into his side. You wrap your arm around his waist, cuddling into his side, “Hey Keels, what’s up?” The look in her eyes tells you she’s up to something, though you have no idea what it could be, “The fans love keeping up with the team, you both know this. So I’m posting photos on the team’s Instagram stories of the party and all the sweaters.” You nod along, suspecting that you know where she’s going with this, but you still want her to ask, “Okay, and…?” Keeley rolls her eyes, after two years of friendship, she knows that you’re making her ask just to be annoying, “Would you be okay with me posting you two in your sweaters?”

Even though you and Ted discussed things like this when deciding to tell the team about your relationship, you looked to him for confirmation. The two of you decided to be completely in the open when you told the players, you would be free to walk to work holding hands instead of walking with Beard in between the two of you as a buffer. This didn’t mean you would be doing any interviews any time soon about the romance between Richmond’s gaffer and physical therapist, but you wouldn’t hide your relationship either. Ted gave you a nod with a small smile, a smile you returned before turning back to Keeley, “Of course, Keeley. Just make sure to tag me so I can put it on my story.” Your friend squealed in excitement as Ted squeezes your hip lightly, knowing just how many times you tearfully complained to him that you couldn’t just post about him on social media like “any normal person”, as you would say. 

Keeley pulls out her phone as Ted takes your cider can from you, placing them on the bench behind you. Running your fingers through your hair, you turn to Ted as you run your tongue over the front of your teeth just in case of runaway lipstick, “Do I look okay?” Ted smiles softly at you, leaning in to kiss between your eyebrows, “Perfect, as always, baby.” You send him a smile before the two of you turn to Keeley who is already snapping pictures, though she defends herself before you can complain, “Don’t worry, those are just for me! Not social media!”

You jokingly roll your eyes before Ted moves to stand behind you, resting his jaw on the side of your head, making sure to stand far enough to the side that his sweater is still visible. Leaning back in his embrace, you smile brightly at the camera as you place your hands over his. The phone flashes, Keeley sending you both a thanks before running off. Both of you chuckle at her and you then turn in Ted’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck while he tightens his arms around your waist.

“Have I told you that I love you lately?” You look to the sky and hum as you jokingly think, Ted chuckling lowly at your face, “I don’t know, I think you need to, just to be safe, you know?” Ted nods, leaning close enough for you to share the same air, the end of his mustache hairs tickling your upper lip, “I love you, Y/N.” You smile brightly, scratching at the base of his head with your fingernails, “And I love you, Ted.” 

The two of you meet in a kiss, his scruff (that you begged him to make part of his style at least every so often) brushing against your palm as you move to hold his face in between your hands. The various voices of the room become loud cheers of excitement and a couple ‘get a room’s, the both of you pulling away as Ted releases you to swat away at the boys. A vibration from your phone leads to you pulling it out of your pocket, opening up the Instagram notification, and smiling at what you see. You hold your thumb on the screen to pause the story, enjoying your’s and Ted’s first picture as an official-to-the-world couple. The green of his sweater and the red of yours balance well, emphasizing the holiday season and the reason for your party. 

You select the button to repost on your story, Ted’s arms snaking around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. He watches over your shoulder as you add text to the photo, using the red from your sweater to write “Happy Holidays” and the green from his sweater to finish with “from mine to yours”. You rest your head against his as you smile at the photo, Ted’s chest dressed with two honeypots and the words “Oh Honey” in between while your sweater shows two reindeer with the phrase “Oh Deer!” Ted kisses the side of your head as he squeezes his arms just slightly around your waist, “Merry Christmas, honey.” You press post, sharing your love with the world, “Merry Christmas, dear.”

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

edit: HEY EVERYONE LOOKING AT THIS POST GO READ AAU FIC RIGHT NOW BC IM TIRED OF THIS POST BEING IN MY NOTIFS 24/7💥💥💥💥

Ok sorry about that now back to your regularly scheduled program: A!au toh au when??

Yeah hi I was bored n thinking about this idea and also wanted to do a style study for toh, (ignore that I had to use bases for the bodies I couldn’t draw them😭 my lines where too shaky I’m not the best at tracing stuff so I cheated a tiny bit) I had originally thought of this idea ages ago in a doodle where they all went to hexide and it was more a high school au if anything but now that the show is further along I thought of a more fleshed out idea for this hypothetical au!

Technically this could count as just a regular Ahit toh au BUT I based it off of ideas and hcs in aau so yeah I’m sticking with that

Also the characters aren’t one to one with toh characters it’s more just a “how would these characters and their story translate over to toh universe” thing but most characters can be tied to a toh character as being based on/in the role of if that makes sense like I said it’s a bit of a mixing pot with the characters

Uh yeah info about the basic idea for the characters/story:

The whole story with prince and Vanessa instead of prince getting locked in a cellar to die van curses him instead, but somehow idk how yet he ends up turning the tables and splitting the curse with her. I like the idea that prince is from his respective time period as Ahit and falls through a time pool so we get the same concept of this guy is old and from a long time ago just with skipping over the death ghost part so yeah he gets sent to present Snatcher is basically the eda character he has the curse and takes elixir (which I hc is blue bc haha Ahit reference)

If it’s not obvious from her design Vanessa is the belos of this au lol Probably instead of the emperors coven it’s something like the Queen’s court? I think it’s got a neat ring? Anyway yeah uh not much to say about her she’s basically the same lol, also I like the idea she uses illusions to hide her appearance and also to manipulate mj and the citizens 👀

mj is basically a combo of s2 Lilith and Hunter! He’s a grimwalker made by Vanessa to replace prince basically he’s made to be her perfect fairy tale Prince Charming that loves her and would never ever betray her <oblivious But yeah same idea as Hunter of being made as a clone of someone else BUT they’ve got a more similar role to Lilith in which they end up befriending the main cast and living with them Also included their “golden gaurd” design not sure what to call it? Moon prince? Moon something idk lol you guys might could help with that but yeah that’s the fit they got when with van also we got blood Amy too in which Vanessa gives her curse to mj after finding his palismen (she eats them belos style ofc lol) speaking of I still need to draw the palismen but I have some cool ideas!

Dels idk what to say besides uh she lives with snatcher n we still got the qpr going ofc lol sorry I don’t got much on her 💔 though I DID consider making her a star child to go with the twilight god thing but I also considered making eclipse a star child because the design is similar plus gives an excuse for him to be here without the fusion plus I think Vanessa using eclipse sounds cool it makes sense he’s prince in canon so like ofc she’s drawn to him but yeah still thinking about that

Time twins are our luz stand in, hc timmys jacket is snatchers like luzs jacket is eras bc I think it’s cute lol dont question why he has it idk I didn’t have the time pool idea at the time and bow is kinda like the willow/gus of the group and mu is the amity? Mu being a bully at first until joining the friend group n stuff and bow being the sweet straight man to the rests antics

Drawing time twins with round ears was cursed Anyway mu is a hybrid still, She’s half witch half eberwolf species! Cooking cat and Sam get to be her bio parents here instead of adopted so that’s cool

Shapes is the Vee stand in and omg they where really fun to design

I like the idea of the changelings/council being titan trappers? Considering they’re a cult? I think it sounds cool so maybe like shapes sneaks in with a disguise or like the trappers take them in or the trappers are basilisk in this universe? Idk considering no one in the cast is a titan it wouldnt really make sense so like maybe they are basilisk or basilisk hunters? Still chewing on the council lol sorry

Sorry I’ve been putting it off BUT curses!: basically same logic as canon they go by eda and belos logic respectively so van is a creepy skeleton cryptid ass monster and snatcher is a animal beast! BUT he’s not a bird like eda or Lilith ,and also not a snake though that would fit in being a more obvious choice, he’s ACTUALLY a ferret! Mostly bc I thought it was funny but it stuck lol they are furry and noodly so it works, plus I’m a sucker for the monster has innocent name but is actually terrifying trope lol, also idk about blood moon? They get cursed yeah but I don’t think they get transformed into anything mostly bc I have no ideas for them lol plus it’s more focused on the illusion hypnosis whatever abd not the curse itself

Anyway on to covens/magic specialties! The kids are obvious because they have the uniforms lol but I’ll still list them anyway: Time twins: Oracle/illusion Bow: beast keeping Mu: constructed Prince: Oracle/bard Snatcher: Oracle/potion Delilah: plant/healing Mj: bard Vanessa: illusion Shapes: abomination

But yeah that’s kinda it lol I do plan to add more doodles or ideas later but yeah hoo boy these took forever but it was a fun style challenge plus fun to design everyone!

Sorry if these notes are kinda all over the place oof I didn’t bother to double check them so sorry if it sounded rambley

[someone1348]

Okay okay sooo this is going to be a rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles (or rottmnt 2018) kind of tickle rant post /pos because I got lots to say and no where/one to say it too! You can ignore this if you want to but I promise my next post we will be back to our regularly scheduled program of the glorious Dreamsmp!

Sorta spoilers ahead I guess! I just detailed some scenes and gave the episode it's from!

Also they are brothers everything is platonic thank you and enjoy!

My boysssss!! Ahh!

Where do I even start!!

Okay okay! I am going to start off with my boy!!!

Leoo!!:

-Mr Primetime!

-I love him wayyyy to much!

-When I started watching the show a few days ago and I saw him I said "oh no, here we go again another blue character with a great sense of humor, charm and a playful attitude, my one weakness!" And I was RIGHT! He is fantastic! /pos /hj /lh

-IM SO MAD WE GET NO LER!LEO we got Lee!Leo in the show cannon, so I'm not complaining but STILLL the lee in me wants something! A few crumbs is all /hj /pos /nsrs

-He's such a bratty switch I swear! I can never tell what side he's leaning more towards by the end of it, he's just smack dab in the middle and I love it!

-HE IS SUCH A TEASE I- ASDFJKNXNLXML

-I headcannon that he loves making people laugh and hearing them laugh because of one of his one liners or something he did just makes him all warm and happy inside, although he would never admit that, so tickling is a perfect win in his books especially when it comes to his brothers/the people he cares about the most

-Leo is absolutely 1000% the type to not only tickle someone just for the fun of it but he is also GREAT at cheer up tickles!

-He is everyone's personal hype man! So his cheer up tickles, most of the time, he can adapt lol, are a one way train ticket to compliment ville! Woop woop! All aboard people! Captain Leo coming through! /lh /pos

-He's a squirmy lee as we've seen in the 'Mystic Library' Season 1 episode 20, his giggles are all over the place and just so amazing! He quite literally loses all control of his body so tickle him with caution! And he will always get revenge so be prepared to run! And good luck!

-Whenever he does get tickled it's most of the time Donnie being the ler. Or Raph but yeah, With the siblings bond they share it's bound to be him most of the time if not all of the time! Donnie gets some much needed Revenge time and Leo gets tickled, It's a win win regardless!

-He will always provoke, never EVER will he ask for it, unless raph tells him to say it or else he won't get tickled, but other than that he refuses to admit it! Especially not to Donnie!

-Have I mentioned how teasy he is! I can't stress that enough!

-Also he 100000% uses puns/jokes in his tickling as a part of his teasing and or provoking but yeah it's simply Leo!

-He also has/can do that teasy voice where a person can soften/lower their voice and drag out syllables and just AH! (Okay okay I'll stop I just ahhh leoo!!! *clears throat* anyway! /lh /pos)

-OH one last thing! He absolutely uses his portals to tickle people, he's used it to scratch his own back the possibilities are endless, he has definitely tickled people that way!

Donnie!!:

-Bootyyyshaker9000!!

-I have A LOT! to say about Donnie so strap in people!!! Here we go!

-Imma start off with Ler!Donnie because I haven't seen many talks/thoughts on it! And I have a lott! to say!

-SO! Starting off with what we know, Donnie is the tech man of course but in the one tickle scene from 'Many Unhappy Returns' Season 2 episode 2! HE HAS A TICKLE MECHINE JUST ON DECK TOO! Sorta its a feather attached to his bo staff but he just HAS IT UMM HELLO! /pos That was so awesome! He's so a ler lean! Like ah! Amazing!

-this is the other thing on my mind BUT! In Season 1 episode 5 when splinter steals the tank and he goes "Oh Papa if you surrender now! There Shan't be any consequences!" THAT FELT SO LER CODED! like that whole scene gave me such ler vibes/energy!! You can't tell me after hearing that that the bros have hid from him before and he's tickled them out of it! Also Splinter saying "I am not taking the fall for this, purple is a monster!" Uh yeah a huge tickle monster who should never be messed with, do not underestimate bootyyyshaker9000 that's the lesson of the day!

-Mikey is his favorite to tickle, you would think it would be Leo But it's really Mikey! I could talk for hours about the bond those two share but I'll keep it down for now!

-He absolutely (other than the one we saw) Absolutely has invented more tickle tech things! Honestly an adorable thought to go with this headcannon is that he's made something like that for Mikey, like a peice of amor that only activates when Mikeys being silly or something (Like the Donnies gifts episode) and it just tickles him before he even understands what's happening

-He's a genius! You mix a smart guy and a ler in one! Boom Tickle Tech!

-He absolutely made more too after that battle seeing as how effective it was against the enemy, he keeps it in his battle shell now cause' you never know when you might need to use it!

-He will absolutely use tickles to cheat in video games too! Anything to be #1!

-Also his Nicknames for everyone!

-Donnie is just so amazing!

-Now Lee!Donnie! I've seen a lot and I agree with most of it! So here's what I'm adding! He's Lee moods are rare but the only person he feels comfortable with going too when a lee mood does set in is Mikey! Little by little He's slowly warming up to everybody but it's just perfect!

-Lee!Donnie to me, what I picture at least is just giggle city! He doesn't squirm much/at all but he's just full of giggles! If you hit the jackpot though it's loud, genuine and amazing! Go Donnie!

-PLEASE DO ME A FAVOR AND SAY YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM! Compliment him! Especially in the middle of tickling him he will GLOW!

-He absolutely has a ticklish shell

-I feel like he wouldn't want it touched/isn't comfortable with that but he gives you the go ahead I think that is the jackpot

-He's so amazing!

Raph!!:

-HE'S LIKE A BIG OL' TEDDY BEAR!

-Deserves more attention I swear!

-This man cannonically has Autophobia (The fear of being alone) and I think that just adds an extra layer to him but also lee!Raph

-With this being Cannon I feel like one of the ways the boys would snap him out of his crazy state is to tickle him and remind him that they are here and that they are never going anywhere and that he's not alone and I just think it's so cute!

-Another thing with this to me is if they are ever playing hide and seek (with or without the tickle twist) he has to hide with someone every time if he's not seeking

-Because of his oldest brother role and overall strength he doesn't get tickled as often he's normally the one doing the tickling but I really feel like he enjoys tickles, give him some, He deserves them! He's doing great!

-Random thought but I feel like the spikes he can grow on his shell are really ticklish!

-His brothers have all absolutely tickled him to calm his emotions when things start getting out of control

-OH and Donnie has absolutely tickled him until he actually came up with a plan, Donnie said it was "training" it technically was but he also used it as an excuse to tickle him

-Now Ler!Raph! Oooo boy!

-He has absolutely used his mystic forms hands to tickle people! (Like Leo and his portals!) I think he did in the 'Many Unhappy Returns' tickle scene I don't remember but still!

-He's so gentle when he tickles most people (Leo is the exception, and bad guys of course!) He doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone but he's also just a more gentle guy! We love him so much!

-His tickles are a bit all over the place too as well as his teases because he's not good with plan making and teases in general but he'll always leave you giggling and sometimes your face reder than his bandanna

-He just loves making people happy so tickling people is just a total win in his books!

-Such a sweetheart AH! Just don't make him mad! Haha!

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Last but not least!!!

Mikey!!:

-Dr Delicate Touch

-Starting off with that! "Dr Delicate Touch" as we know, there is nothing Delicate about it! Haha! But as my Segway he ABSOLUTELY has used that name before tickling others It's their equivalent of the "Tickle monster" Like to his brothers (*Cough* Donnie *Cough*) He would say something like "Uh ohhh I think someone needs a visit from Dr Delicate Touch" and then proceeds to tickle them

-A lot of people see him as a lee! And I agree! He is very Lee coded being the youngest and everything, just by the way he acts! But I see him more as a Lee-Lean rather than just a full Lee

-My reason for this is because in the "Many Unhappy Returns" episode when the tickle scene happened he was the first one to call it out the whole "We found a tickle spot!" Bit and he seemed really happy about it so I think he does enjoy being ler but because of the way he is he's more of a lee

-Mikey is so fun as a Ler! His tickles are fast and all over the place but in an organized way if that makes any sense at all

-He's the type to point out little things the lee is doing and tease like that but in different voices

-He'll play different characters or put on new voices when he's tickling someone just to keep it interesting and upbeat

-Oh and he's absolutely used a paintbrush to tickle someone, art is his thing! He's gotta have done it once!

-Very vocal teases

-Now as a Lee! Ohoho boy!

-He has been targeted by everyone so there is no set Ler for him but he would argue that it's Donnie!

-He's got the loudest laugh out of them all, Leo is a close second, but his laugh is also all over the place when he's tickled, he can go from big loud laughs to sweet honey giggles! Either way he is a walking tickle spot!

-He gets tickled for everything, Here's how the list goes, When he's doing something reckless and someone needs to stop him it's Raph on the case! He outright just provokes Leo and For Donnie it's for comfort

-He absolutely has hidden in his shell to make the tickles stop or to just get his ler mad but either way it's always a giggle fest when that happens and it takes every ounce of teasing in the Ler's arsenal to get him out of his shell

-We've all collectively agreed that his death spot is his underarms right? Fantastic yes! /pos

-He got a taste of his own medicine once with being tickled by a paint brush and he absolutely lost it he can't handle his own medicine!

-Physical teases get him the most though, stuff like stopping mid way through and then starting up again or those fake attacks where they look like they're going to tickle you and then stop just inches before they reach your tickle spots, and just slower tickles in general he can't handle that!

-He's so great!

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! I just wanted to share my thoughts so I hope you enjoy! :]

-K :]

[starlightandetherealshadows]

OP I am all for you getting lucky but it's starting to feel like I keep walking in on you /j

On a bit more serious note, can you please use a tag like to mark those posts for filtering because it can be difficult to find asks about the story itself? I don't want to unfollow because you are genuinely a joy to have on my dash, but if you don't want to, that's valid too since it's your blog, I will just have to unfollow and settle for biweekly visits lol

That was just a fun night lovebug, we are now back to our regularly scheduled programming 🩵