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5.7k | din djarin x f!reader

summary: after convincing him to help you hide from the guild, you teach mando how to enjoy himself. this is the way. warnings: smut (duh), 18+, mdni. canon-typical violence, but otherwise it's super canon divergent. din is a touch-starved virgin, soft touches, lap-sitting, the helmet stays on, mask kink, din does lots of whimpering, experienced!reader, mutual masturbation, virginity loss (m), praise kink, creampie, brief aftercare at the end. note: look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't crumble at the thought of skin-to-skin contact. yeah. you can't. anyways this is so long and so self-indulgent. pls forgive me. if mando takes his helmet off by the end of this, mind ur business this is sooooo not canon. note p.2: i'm so sorry this took so long but i was hungover. also this was not meant to be this long. so count this as a big fat thank you for 1.4k as well as my bday present to you guys (for my bday.) impaired editing i apologize.

With the light of both suns in your eyes, forcing you to blink the spots from your vision, you brushed a hand across your forehead. The dry, dusty atmosphere of Tatooine was no joke, and you scowled under the cloth you'd brought with you to cover your mouth and nose.

"Figures," you mumbled to yourself, looking down to see a small pile of sand building on the tops of your boots, the wind blowing it into place. "Why would anyone choose to live here?"

Of course, you weren't looking for a resident; you were looking for a fugitive. The infamous Mandalorion, no less. You'd been given less-than-satisfactory information on the bounty hunter and the reasons for such a high reward for his capture, but it wasn't like you had much choice than to accept the job. Despite what you told yourself, you did actually need the money.

That was before you'd figured out that everyone else in the Guild had been tasked with the same job, turning a high stakes bounty hunting gig into a near-definite suicide mission. Something you didn't want anything to do with.

But alas, here you stood, practically sinking into the hot Tatooine desert. You had to keep shifting your weight to keep at least one foot above the surface. You never knew when you'd have to make a quick getaway. There were still a handful of Guild members left that presented a challenge to collecting your bounty, and of course they were the most dangerous ones.

You kicked a foot forward and watched the sand shift, cursing the trouble that was inevitably on its way. You'd managed to bribe your way to Tatooine, where the Mandalorian was apparently hiding from the Guild. And if you had found the Mandalorian, there was almost no possibility that the others hadn't found him.

Because, if you were being honest with yourself—the one task you excelled in—being a bounty hunter wasn't exactly something you were good at. In fact, you were far from it. With luck and just enough anxiety to keep your feet moving, you'd floundered your way through three years in the Guild, searching for a way out just as quickly as you'd begged for a way in.

So you'd gotten yourself into this mess. Wasn't that how it normally went, though? Quick decision-making skills weren't necessarily a blessing if the decisions you made would determine your chances of living past thirty (spoiler: the chances were significantly slimmer).

You rubbed the dust out of your eyes once more and saw some movement in the distance, the subtle glint of beskar blinking toward you as it reflected the sunlight. Gotcha, you murmured inwardly. The Mandalorian was here, and you were going to get him. Not to turn him in, no; you held no loyalty to the Guild and its cult-like policies.

This job was an escape mission. If he could stay hidden, maybe he had room for one more. You'd cut a deal.

There had to be something you could offer him, if not your skills in combat, or stealth, or—

Or simply human mobility, you groaned inwardly as you felt your ankle roll underneath you, the sand softer than you'd anticipated. It'll be a good day when I leave this damn place.

—

It was a wonder that the two of you had survived. You'd hardly gotten the chance to give your proposal before he was aiming his blaster at you, and then at the Guild members that showed up in droves behind you. It was all you could do to get out of the way, knowing you'd be hopeless in the fight.

Now, with their bodies scattered around your feet, the Mandalorian standing a few feet from you with his chest heaving, and his beloved ship somehow still functional, you had your chance.

"You're not...very good at this," he said, the helmet masking his voice in a way that made it scratch along the insides of your ears as it traveled to your brain. "You do know that?" he asked, but it sounded more like an accidental insult than a real question.

You threw your hands up, letting them fall heavily to your sides. "Yeah, I told you that," you scoffed. "That's why I'm asking to go with you. Wherever you're headed."

His head tilted, the beskar shining in the setting suns, and you wondered what his eyes looked like under that helmet. Would they be sparkling with mirth or lined with mockery?

"I thought you were kidding," he said sheepishly, shifting his weight. "To get me to underestimate you." He looked like the picture of careful relaxation, although his blaster was still held tightly in both hands, poised in case he needed to aim and fire.

You couldn't help the exasperation in your tone as you lifted your head to the sky, squeezing your eyes shut and placing a curled fist over your eyes. "Why would I do that when I don't want to turn you in?"

He didn't answer.

"You know that there's only two ways out of this, right?" He still didn't answer you, just held his blaster taut and his head tilted to the side, so you continued. "You killed every Guild member that's left. Now it's just you and I. If I don't bring you in—which I'm not exactly dying to do—those rich fucks that are more powerful than us are gonna come find us."

"Find you," he corrected. "Why would I want to add another target to my ship?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, they probably will. But that's only part of the first option. Either they come for me, and you leave me here, and I die—also something I'm not particularly thrilled to think about—or the two of us..." you gestured with your hands to imitate the pair of you getting on the Razor Crest and flying away from Tatooine and its dusty expanse of a landscape.

"Could be a third option," he said quietly, "if you think about it." He lifted his blaster until it was lined up with your chest. "I might just kill you and cut my losses."

Fear might have struck you, but you didn't have the energy to entertain the panic unspooling in your chest. "That wouldn't be very humanitarian of you. Besides," you insisted, hands lifting to portray the image of surrender, "I'm light. I'm quiet. I won't stay with you longer than I need to. Once you get me off this planet, I'll find a place for you to drop me off."

He didn't answer for a moment.

"Literally," you pushed once more, "you can open the back door and push me out for all I care. I just want out of the Guild and all their dumb shit."

You'd known Mandalorians to be quiet, pious, and ruthless, but something about the way his helmet betrayed no hint to what he was thinking or how he might respond...it made you more anxious than you'd ever been in your life. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm. "Well...you're not coming with me. Ship's full."

"Your ship?" you said, incredulous. "That thing would be gone without me."

"Damn luck, that was." His voice had gone hard, but his body was still.

This was...partially true. Your mind flashed with a memory of the way you'd accidentally pulled the trigger on one of your blasters, effectively stunning the last Guild member who'd been attempting to strap explosives to the hull of the Crest. It was the only good thing that you'd done all day.

You curled your lip, annoyance rippling off you in waves. Lifting a middle finger in front of the helmet, you scowled. Hope he can see this under all that beskar, you snarled inwardly. "Still counts."

With a soft huff that you could hear come from under his helmet, the Mandalorian lowered his blaster. "One jump into hyperspace. The first little space rock that's big enough to stand on—"

"Perfect," you interrupted firmly. "I'll be out of you...armor...soon enough."

—

You'd missed your stop about three years ago. One jump into hyperspace had turned into four, and then ten, and...now you had your own spot to rest your head at night on the Razor Crest.

On that first day, you hadn't known the Mandalorian—"Din Djarin," he'd introduced himself reluctantly one day—was still traveling with Grogu, the sweet child that had begun his journey across the galaxy, hiding from the Guild. But you'd quickly decided it was nice to have another partner in crime, to interact with whenever Din was in the middle of one of his quiet days.

As the days had turned into months, and subsequently into years, the inability to meet Din face-to-face had become less frustrating, although sometimes you wished you could sneak a glance at his hands, or his wrists, or something that might resemble the human underneath the armor.

Once in awhile, deliciously, you could tilt your head just the right way and look forward at him when he was in the cockpit, his helmet pulling away from the cloth under his armor. Between helmet and armor, a sliver of golden skin would glimmer back at you, just begging to be touched. Of course, you never gave in to your silent desires.

This was not the Mandalorian way; you knew this well. Even when you felt his head turned toward you, even when you were sure his hands were reaching for you when you needed his help climbing somewhere, you kept your distance.

Well, for as long as you could. Until he forced your hand.

It wasn't long before you were unable to keep your hands away from him; going up and down the ladder on the Crest, or climbing over the occasional boulder on the routes you walked along when forced to take a respite on an unknown planet. His gloves were always rough in your grip, but you couldn't ignore the way his hands seemed to squeeze yours, tighter than might have been necessary.

And you'd begun letting your hands linger on the beskar of his armor for moments longer than you should—his helmet, tracing the indented curves of the spot where his cheekbones rested underneath, or on his chestplate, where you swore you could feel him lean into you, as if pressing your hands closer and closer to his skin beneath the armor.

You stood beside him as he sat in the chair in the cockpit, guiding the Razor Crest through the galaxy once more, aiming for some undisclosed location he'd neglected to tell you. He usually did things like that; you'd learned not to be offended by his unbreakable instinct to keep things to himself.

It hadn't occurred to you just how long he'd been wearing that helmet until you looked toward him again and noticed the soft curl of a few brown strands of hair that crept from the edges, kissing the back of his neck. They were short strands, but they were long enough to wink up at you as they curled around each other, begging to be touched.

"Din?" you asked, hoping to distract yourself from the thought.

He didn't look at you, but he tilted his head in your direction, just a centimeter. It was enough.

"Why'd you let me stay with you?" you gripped your hands together, as if they had a mind of their own and couldn't be trusted to remain at your sides. "I was horrible at any aspect of being a bounty hunter."

You were used to the way that it always took him a few seconds to answer, coming up with an evenly-expressed response. This, of course, gave you more time to stare at the tendrils spilling from the edges of his helmet.

"You were a risk," he admitted with a shrug, the helmet (of course) not betrayed anything. His voice was calm, even as he continued softly. "I have a particular...proclivity for picking up foundlings," he said with a tilt of his head toward Grogu, who cooed at the mention of him.

You lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not a foundling, though."

If you could have seen his eyes, you were almost positive that they'd be giving you a look that said, are you sure? Instead, he only spoke in his perpetually smooth voice. "You were lost, though, mesh'la."

You still weren't sure what each word in Mando'a meant—he'd been dropping a few words here and there, as if he knew you couldn't interpret them—but you blushed all the same. Before you knew it, your hands were releasing their grip on one another and reaching up to comb through the curls at the base of his neck.

They were softer than you'd imagined; smooth and thick in your grip. "Alright," you said gently, "maybe I was. I never got to thank you, you know."

Your hands were moving on their accord now, silently twirling the curls around the tips of your fingers. You were used to his silent, immobile exterior, so you didn't think he'd be able to feel the way you pressed your hand to the back of his neck. He'd never said anything before that gave the impression that he was aware of your ministrations, so when he leaned back into your touch then, something strong and addiction bloomed in your gut.

When he spoke, you were surprised to hear how shaky his voice was. After three years of hearing nothing but steady syllables fall from his masked lips, you nearly flinched at the stutter in his voice.

"Thank me?" he said quietly. "For..." you could have sworn you felt his heartbeat flutter rapidly in his neck when he trailed off. "For what?"

You pulled your hand away, pretending not to notice the way he shuddered at the loss of touch, his shoulders slumping as if in a pained relaxation. You hid your smirk. "You're not seriously asking that, right? Without you, I'd probably be dead by now." Or worse, you reflected with a quiet pang in your chest.

Din's response was quick this time, an unusual—but not unwelcome—surprise. "And without your perfectly timed luck, I might be without a ship." His voice was thick, trembling with something that might have sounded like desire had it been someone else speaking.

You didn't even think Din had the capacity to know something as heavy as desire. Well, not that he was incapable of feeling desire, just...you'd never thought about what he might do if he did feel it. Would he shove the temptations down, destined to die in the corners of his mind and body?

Your cheeks warmed at your next thought. Perhaps he took care of it himself in the dead of night on the Razor Crest, or on those mysteriously long patrol walks that he insisted on doing alone.

"Yeah, well..." your answer was pitiful and you knew it. But you were too busy looking at the way his body was slumped in his seat, facing forward despite every limb beginning to turn toward you, as if you were a magnetic beacon.

His fingers twitched in his gloves, angling toward you just as his knees began to do the same thing. "Will you..." he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Mesh'la," he breathed, and he leaned to the side, as if his shoulder was chasing your touch. "Put it back."

You were going to ask what he meant, but you didn't have to. Even with his helmet on, you could practically see the pleading in his body language. Here he was, a devout Mandalorian, begging you to put your hands back on him.

"Please," he said quietly, almost a question. It sounded so unlike him that you wondered briefly if he'd been killed and replaced with an imposter. But by the way that his hand trembled as he took his focus away from flying the Crest and moved it toward you...this was Din.

"You...okay?" you asked, but you obliged his request in return, replacing your hand at the base of his neck. You watched in an unfurling dizzying sense of satisfaction as he reached up his own gloved hand to cover yours, squeezing it gently. "Din," you started, but he shook his head.

"I've never disobeyed the Way of the Mandalore," he said, his voice muffled under the mask. You strained your eyes, wishing you could see beneath the beskar. "I've never wanted to. Not before..." he brought your hand around to rest on his chestplate, and you could feel the pressure of his chest leaning into your touch. "Not before I knew what it might feel like to want someone like this."

Your eyes widened, but you didn't pull your hand away. "You...what?"

His head tilted down. "For once, I don't know how to manage this." He stood up, and suddenly he was towering over you, the cloth under his armor making your fingers itch to tear it off. "How do I manage this?"

"I..." you couldn't hide your shock. "I don't know. It's...isn't it against your religion? It's not the Way."

Din shook his head. "No, it's not." He spread his hand down your wrist and extended it toward your own chest, the leather of his glove seeping into your skin. "But I've also never told anyone my name. Never heard it spoken since I was a child."

You swallowed roughly. "So?"

He huffed a chuckle. Lifting your hands to his helmet, he let your fingers find the divots of the beskar. You didn't miss the way his chest shuddered with a stuttering breath at your touch. "So," he said, "to hell with the Way. For tonight, at least. I need to know you in every way I wish I could."

Such a harrowing request, given the circumstances. But you couldn't stop your hands from tracing the lines of his masked face. "Din..."

"Please." His voice cracked over the single syllable, and it was all you needed.

To hell with the Way, your thoughts echoed his words, and you nodded softly. "Alright," you acquiesced. With one look down, you saw the tent growing in his pants, sending a spike of desire down your spine, settling in your core. "How'll you have me?" you asked.

He let out a soft noise that sounded like a whimper. "Any way that I can," he choked out, his hand returning to your wrist and enclosing it in his grip. "I'll have you any way you'll have me."

You could hardly speak, so you didn't. With a gentle nudge, you pushed him back into his seat. When he sat back, his legs fell open; there was an inviting space between them.

Standing in the spot, just inches from his face, you stared into the black mass of his helmet, hoping you'd get a glimpse of his face. Of course, you knew he would only go as far as he wanted to. If the mask was destined to remain, then...so be it.

With your eyes on his, you moved his hands to your waist, pressing them to your skin and enjoying the feeling of his leather against your body.

He shook his head. "Take them off," he said, again with that whimpering voice. "Please."

You nodded wordlessly and shed his hands of the barriers, heat pooling in your core at the sight of long, thick fingers, his skin finally exposed to you. Returning his hands to your waist, you tilted your head back at the sensation. You were never going to forget what his skin felt against yours.

The melody of shuddering breaths that fell from his lips was unreal, and you wanted to soak up every second of it. Without more than a second thought, you slid your legs over his, straddling his hips and pressing your chest to his chestplate. His hands remained on your waist, but he let them wander, curling them around to cup your ass.

The feeling of his hands on your body made you unconsciously roll your hips forward, which released a strangled moan from his lips. "Oh, god," he mumbled. "Mesh'la, please take it off."

You paused. Your hands fell to your lap, and your eyes were wider than saucers in the reflection of his helmet. "What?"

He picked up your hands in his own, the rub of skin against skin an intoxicating intimacy. "Please," he begged. "If I'm going to touch you like this, I need to see you, cyar'ika. Nothing in the way."

You were going to argue further, but you couldn't ignore the pulsing need that was clouding your thoughts, the same need that pushed your hips further down into his lap. It was impossible to miss the way his cock twitched against your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

“Are you—”

“Don’t fuckin’ ask me if I’m sure,” he begged, and he squeezed your hips under his hands. “Never been more sure, mesh’la.”

This time it was your turn to let out a shaky breath. “Okay,” you whispered, more to bolster your own confidence than his own. His resolve was clearly rather strong in this matter, and nothing would change his mind.

With a hand on either side of the helmet, you gently pulled it up and away from his face, hardly able to believe that he’d agreed to let you rid him of his every barrier. For a moment, as each inch of skin was revealed to you, you caught yourself frantically wondering what he might look like.

Would he look like anyone else? Would he look familiar to you in that way that only lovers can? Or would he be hiding a deformed brow bone or an abnormally small nose or a crude smile?

Of course, you shouldn’t have even worried. When the helmet lifted off of his head and you let it fall to the floor with a hard thud, you smiled at the face that blinked back at you in wonder. With those brown strands that were just long enough to hang down over his forehead, and the matching brown eyes that twinkled with the moonlight in his pupils, Din Djarin was exquisite.

“I knew it,” you hummed, your eyes tracing every line on his face, every strand of hair that clung charmingly to his forehead.

His response was a strangled moan, and his eyes fluttered closed of their own accord when you dragged a finger along his jaw, then the hooked line of his nose. “Knew what?”

“I knew you’d be one of the pretty ones,” you grinned, and you leaned down to press your lips to his, swallowing his groan of ecstasy.

You drank it down like the sweetest liquor, the sound pulling your own moan from your chest. His lips were chapped and dry from lack of care, but his mouth was warm and wet and his tongue was deliciously shy as he darted it towards yours. His hands stuttered as they pressed further up your chest and felt for your breasts. You weren’t sure how long he’d last; his chest was already heaving.

“Din,” you pulled back with a grin. “Din,” you repeated when his eyes remained closed. “Thought you wanted to look at me?”

“I do,” he said, his voice choking in his throat. “I do, mesh’la, I just…I think I might come in my damn suit if I look at those lips too long.”

You cooed, letting a hand search for the roots of his hair, finding a home on his scalp. You curled your fingers in the strands and watched his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw go slack, and felt his hips buck up into yours. “You’re so sensitive, baby,” you hummed, your mind running wild with thoughts of what this could mean.

“Never been touched like this,” he mumbled, voice cracking again. “Feels perfect, mesh’la.”

“I need you to look at me, Din,” you nodded. “It’ll keep feeling good, I promise. I just need you to look at me.”

When his eyes opened, you could have fallen apart right there at the sight of his glassy brown depths. His lip quivered and you almost thought he’d cry, but then he was letting his hand fall from your chest to your waistband, trailing his thumb along the skin there. “Can I?” he asked gently.

Nodding, you stood up. “Just keep breathing, pretty boy,” you said softly. “I’ll make you feel good. Show you just how good it can be.” You guided his hands to your waist and let him pull your pants to your ankles, revealing the front of your glistening slit to him.

Din was just starting to understand the drug-like effects of physical touch, so you weren’t surprised when he leaned forward, fell to his knees, and pressed his forehead to the soft skin of your stomach, breathing deeply as if he were a zealot bent to pray at the altar.

“C’mere,” you whispered, though unable to hide the growing smirk on your face. There seemed to be nothing more addicting than the sight of the Mandalorian on his knees before you. “Sit back down for me, baby,” you said, tilting his chin up to look at you. “Take those pants off, they look awfully restricting.”

He nodded quickly and obeyed, slipping his pants down to his knees as he sat back on his chair. It was downright sinful—the beskar on his chest but his helmet removed and his cock springing free, the tip red and angry and leaking. “Please,” he begged. “I—”

“I know,” you breathed, stepping closer to him. “We’re gonna make each other feel good now, yeah?”

Din nodded once more, his eyes fluttering shut. “Please, please.”

Well, how were you going to deny him then?

You straddled him once more, your clit throbbing at the sight of his cock underneath you. But rather than shock him with the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth, you hovered over him, just enough that the head of his cock lay just an inch from your entrance.

“Mesh’la,” he begged, “please don’t tease. I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel good, I swear to everything I’ve ever believed in—”

A finger pressed to his lips, you shook your head. “I know,” you repeated. “Deep breaths for me, Din.”

He inhaled sharply and shoved his breath out of his chest. For a moment, his eyes cleared.

“Good,” you encouraged him, relishing in the look of his wide eyes at the praise. “Such a pretty boy, baby.” You moved his hand to your core, guiding his fingers to your clit. “Rub little circles for me, baby. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good.”

He obliged quickly, rubbing tentative circles to your clit in a way that had you smiling gently, loving the sacrilege you were participating in. “Is that g—oh!”

Din’s question was interrupted by your hand reaching down to grip his cock, delivering a quick stroke and making his hips stutter. He tried his best to lift his hips from the chair, clearly aiming for your entrance, but one hand on the beskar on his chest had him sitting back.

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, “just like that. Just touch me for a while.”

Ever the gentleman, Din kept his eyes on you and his hand on your pussy, pulling sweet sounds from your lips just as you wrecked him beneath you. Your thumb slid against his tip and he almost came; you could tell by the way his breath caught in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut, lip trapped between his teeth.

You wanted his fingers to wander toward your dripping entrance, but you knew he might not last long enough for any more foreplay. Next time, you thought smugly.

Now…now you needed him inside you.

“Gentle, baby,” you reminded him when he gripped your hip too tightly. You didn’t want to tell him you enjoyed the near-bruising strength; that would be for another time. You could already see that you were close to losing him, and you weren’t going to end this experience without riding him until the both of you saw stars. “One more deep breath, yeah?”

He was a mess of tumbling words in Mando’a that you didn’t understand, and his brow was furiously furrowed, as if it was taking all of his focus not to come on your hand. As a matter of fact, it probably was taking all of his focus. “Please, mesh’la,” he said again.

You wondered briefly if you’d begin answering that now; treating it as your name. Mesh’la.

“Deep breath, baby,” you reminded him, and when he obeyed, you sank your hips towards his. The tip of his cock slid in with no resistance; you were wetter than you’d ever been in your life. “Good boy,” you moaned as you kept your hand on his neck, softly cupping the underside of his jaw to look at you. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

The stretch of his cock inside you was delicious, and pleasure licked sharply at your insides, begging for a quick release. You knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together much longer based on the whimpers that still crumbled from his throat, broken and jagged.

“So fuckin’ pretty?” he repeated, his voice a high squeak. He gripped your hips and threw his head back. “So fuckin’ pretty for you?”

Your breath rushed out of your chest in a strong blow and you had to take a deep breath yourself to calm down. “All for me, Din, that’s it,” you continued, and you lifted your hips up. Dropping them back into his lap, you soaked up the feeling of being filled so completely by his cock. With every shred of patience left in your body, you pushed your lips back to his and tasted his moans on his tongue.

His hips began lifting into your own, the only clue you’d get to his desperation for more. Without a word, you began moving faster, more rhythmically, as you bounced gently on his cock. With the base of his cock pulsing against your clit at every drop of your hips, you were approaching that edge quicker and quicker. “Din,” you moaned, “baby, I’m gonna—”

“Please,” he said, “I want you to feel good, mesh’la. Use me, please, use me, please…”

You were sure your brain short circuited. With no more patience left in your bones, you picked up the pace and chased your own orgasm, knowing he wasn’t far behind. With every squelch of your pussy on his cock, your moans became less coherent, and you leaned your head forward against his neck.

Pulling back to press a kiss to his jaw, you felt his loins tense beneath you. Something nearly snapped inside you at the sound and sight and sensation of his pleasure so close to release; at the knowledge that it was you who had done this to him. “Good,” you mumbled against his jaw, getting closer to his ear. “Pretty boy, just for me,” you mumbled.

Din’s chest tightened and his moans became longer and more high-pitched, true whimpers if you’d ever heard one. “Mesh’la,” he begged, “Mesh’la, I—”

You dipped your head down and, while grinding your hips back and forth on his cock at a feverish pace, you darted your tongue out to his neck. Licking a stripe from the crevice of his neck to the spot just behind the soft part of his ear, you groaned in his ear as you crumbled on him, releasing the tension in your body as you came hard.

Din was ruined beneath you, with his neck bobbing and his eyes shut, his head thrown back. Mouth opened in a wide moan, his voice broken over the sound, you felt his release sink into your fluttering walls. He let out a deep cry of words that you didn’t recognize, but you blushed all the same. With the way that his eyes glossed over when he said it, you were sure it was something that reeked of sin and sweat and sacrilege.

“So good,” you mumbled again, “you’ve done so good for me, Din.” Your face tucked itself into the crook of his neck, and you inhaled the heady scent that belonged only to him. You sat motionless on his lap, but you could still feel his head pulse inside you at the overstimulation. “Did that feel good?” you asked, your hand reaching up to smooth down his hair comfortingly.

He let out a breathless laugh. “If this is sin, I’ll want more of it,” he replied, his arms snaking around your middle to tug your chest closer to him. “I’ll never know how to thank you,” he finished, sighing deeply. His eyes twinkled at you when you pulled away to look at him.

You shook your head. “No need,” you assured him. “Just catch your breath, brave Mandalorian. Then we’ll talk.”

He nodded, his eyelids growing heavier with the expense of energy now catching up with him. His cock had grown soft inside you, but he made no move to lift you from him. “I did well?” he asked. This wasn’t surprising; you’d known him to be quietly confident, but the Mandalorian was never one to pass up the opportunity for someone to reassure his talents.

You grinned and leaned forward to press your lips to his hooked nose, fighting the urge to nip at it with your teeth. Next time, you reminded yourself. “You did well,” you nodded. “Feeling okay?”

He splayed his hands on your back and inhaled near your chest, his face buried into the soft skin of your breasts. “Never better,” he reassured you, rubbing his hands along your spine. “So sweet to me, baby,” he murmured, repeating your own affection back to you.

The two of you remained like that, just wrapped together in a mess of limbs and sweat and come mingling together. When he began to wince with the overstimulation, you lifted off of his cock but remained in his lap. You pulled back and leaned your forehead against his. You watched his lips, plump and sitting perfectly, waiting to be kissed again.

“What does mesh’la mean?” you asked instead, the word strange and unfamiliar on your tongue.

He looked at you for a long time, bringing a finger up to trace the line of your mouth. “Put your lips on mine again and I’ll teach you,” he offered casually, as if his pupils weren’t still blown wide, his eyelashes still fluttering from the power of his release.

You smirked. “This is the Way, huh?”

For once in his life, Din Djarin smiled at you. “This is the Way.”

tysm for reading! so glad to be back, i'm sorry if the smut scene seemed rushed and out of pace! again: i was hungover. pls forgive. lemme know what you think!

adding tags here cause i'm going grocery shopping at 8:30pm BYEEEE

this is a good morning fic for @thetriumphantpanda and the aftercare bit at the end was specifically for @cavillscurls i know u crave it girl

the rest of the taggies: @mingiast @iluvurfather @cupofjoel @morning-star-joy @darkroastjoel @tightjeansjavi @chaotic-mystery @dinsdjrn @huffle-punk @tommymilllers @milly-louise @struig @butiknewyoudlinger @alejaa-a @worhols @thegreat-annamaria @easaud @country2212 @sleepdeprived-feelalived @pertinentpostmortem @lailaispunk

#din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #virgin!din djarin #din djarin x experienced!reader #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fanfiction #mandalorian #star wars #star wars smut #star wars fic

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felassan · 2 months

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Snippets. 🐺💜 DA:TV spoilers under cut.

Kala has heard rumors that there may be merch pins coming of Assan and Manfred [source]

(Previous comment for context - Dev Brenon: "You can sprint, there is also a dash/dodge move you can do for short range mobility - though I don't tend to use that much when exploring.") A user asked on this, "Will it be a push-to-sprint key, a sprint toggle, or other (to be explained later)?". Brenon replied with some more detail on this feature: "Right now it's a pseudo-toggle, you press it once (while moving) to start sprinting and then as long as you keep moving you keep sprinting. If you let got of the movement controls, you stop sprinting." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "if a choice i made 30 hours ago affects me.. best believe im restarting the whole game". Brenon: "Uh oh''. User: "UH OH???". Brenon: "I mean... we do have "decision saves" before big choice moments, but there are still a bunch that depend on a whole mess of stuff you've done earlier... so... yeah... RIP :P" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

They hope to get a bunch more BioWare-themed emojis for the Discord [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Trick Weekes has been signing DA:TV stuff with "with love and appreciation for your patience" [source]

Carly: "theres so much id love to say, but i unfortunately can't , that being said, i hear y'all and love working on a game for such passionate people and hope y'all enjoy when it does come out 💕" [source]

Actor signing attendees report that it was amazing and that we're in good hands with this acting cast. You can see more photos from it here [source].

Dev signing attendees report that it was packed. You can see another photo from it here [source]. and here is a photo of the sign from it [source]

Another photo of the booth [source]. Sometimes at the booth the devs had a Solas statue [source] (this is done by Dark Horse). I think Dark were also displaying somewhere a Varric and a Cassandra statue too, and I think these were the ones that Dark Horse do too (Varric, Cass), but I can't find the image or video where I originally saw this anymore, sorry >.<

The companion tarot-style art from the website was shown on the big screen at the acting panel [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee: John Epler said that this is the best group of companions written because of their relationships with each other, not just Rook. They can become friends, lovers, rivals with each other. Zach thought that Lucanis was the coolest character he gets to play. It sounds like he mentioned Illario [I'm assuming] by name. Lucanis is quick-witted. Neve is a bit of a romantic. Jessica found voice acting freeing as it felt like playing pretend when she was little. In her role, she felt like she could embrace being very powerful. Neve is passionate. On Emmrich, "wisdom, calm to group, warm-hearted, loves learning". Emmrich has some fantastic lines. Along with working with Varric to track down Solas, Harding has also been working with Rook and Neve. Ali talked a lot about how much collaboration there is between BioWare, the actors and the material they're given to work with. Harding has been through some things and has more of an edge to her, but they can't talk about it! [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Jessica Clark: "A lot of the time, we kind've really all bonded in the way that we were intended to, you know? And that's why we've been so excited all week and all weekend, because we can be like 'oh my god you're here', 'oh my god you're here, you're here, you're here', finally, you know? You know, I know on a lot of projects people are like 'oh yeah, we're all like, we love each other', but we really do, we really really do, and it just evolved so organically, and there was something magical about it just being our voices in the beginning, you know, like, sort've taking anything else out of the [equation.]" [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Nick Boraine: "I think I've been preparing for Emmrich all my life. I was very attracted to the role initially, and I was so, I was so, I was overjoyed when I got it, because I think it was, the writing of Emmrich is really fascinating, it's this, this man that is obsessed with death, on one hand, but on death as a comfort, death as a transition, death as something that is not scary, and that, that ability to enable people to transition and the investment that he gives in that sphere, which we don't give in our own lives. I was immediately attracted to that and I thought that that was, I'd never seen that before, so to go in these two ways, to talk about death and to talk about it in a way that is kind, and that the transition becomes a kind transition, that was fascinating to me, and I think, will be fascinating to you too." [source]

A few more details from the actor panel, from an attendee - Zach Mendez: "[before they started shooting] I did kinda get an idea about how passionate the fanbase was, which made me really excited. I don't wanna say nervous, because I don't say I'm nervous, I say I'm excited. And so, before the first day of shoot, I was very excited. And luckily, you know, Ashley and them, didn't have me do too much on the first day. I played a lot of darkspawn. I darkspawn-ed my ass off, though. I want you guys to know, I really. And when I got home, I thought to myself, 'Zach, did you darkspawn hard enough?' I was just worried. You know, and within an hour I got texts from Jeff, who's a part of this cast as well, and G, telling me what a great job I did, and then I'll never forget, I got a call from Ali Hillis down here, and I'll remember that conversation, because for thirty minutes she made me feel like I was welcome in the Dragon Age family, and it gave me so much confidence moving forwards. So thank you, Ali, so much, I still remember that." [source]

[Character limit text break!]

Varric and Manfred: "not romanceable" [source] ?

Neve mostly eats deep-fried fish [source], it makes up the bulk of her diet [source]

Bellara loves pan-fried fish [source]

John on SDCC: "thank you to everyone who came out to the signing. thank you to everyone who came out to the panel. thank you to everyone who said hi, swung by the booth, or otherwise expressed how excited you were about the game. absolutely amazing experience. was wonderful to see you all" [source]

There's a lot of lovely concept art for DA:TV [source]

Trick Weekes: "One of the things I was proudest of was inviting leads from other teams/departments into writing peer reviews and having them later say, "Wow, those critiques went deep, but everyone stayed professional and compassionate the whole time." My junior-most writer knew she could tell me I was wrong." [source]

Violet: "As we get closer to DATV, I just want to send out a reminder Var lath vir suledin 😭" [source]

Derek on the casting department: "They really did an incredible job! Every single one of these folks deliver such amazing performances." [source]

Derek: "a lot of great talent doing awesome stuff from KY nowadays. I count myself extremely lucky that I can work on such an amazing project with such a wonderful team straight from my home state!" [source]

Michael Gamble: "i know a few people on the DA team, and i want them to have a nice time." [source]

User, on the recent word count news: "Sooooo , when will I (we) get to hear all these words". Michael: "hopefully when the game is out." [source]

User, on the news of no microtransactions: "This is great news that I hope survives past the review period". Michael: "it will" [source]

User: "What class have you been playing as in DAV mostly?" Michael: "mage. i light everything up. everything." [source]

DAMP / multiplayer mode is not returning [source]

Ghil: "Im very sorry for the teasing tweet but to be very real, i really miss playing veilguard and to stop THERE and have to wait over a year is killing me tbh. Im bothered. My crops are dying. I am withering. I want to know what happens" [source]

A user asked a question around if there are dialogue options and choices available in the game that indicate a mixed or less favorable positive perspective on Solas. Bria, a Councilmember, shared: "As an Egg Cracker, I was pretty satisfied with what we saw. I don’t want to go into spoilers but I was able to play my Rook the way I wanted when it came to the Sad Egg Man." [source]

User: "would you be able to tell us if you can change your perspective while in a fight? Those circles we saw on the video were kind of hard to see from that angle". Ghil: "Like a bit- no promises but they told us a lot of stuff like that would be in an accessibility feature. I get pretty motion sick so I remember talking about backing it up a bit." [source]

Kala: "The amount of gasping, screaming, @/ElbenherzArt having to lay on the floor, @/hattedhedgehog and @/chaosbria having to stand up from excitement and us just being in shock the whole time. Yeah 🔟 😎" [source]

Kala shared that there are moments in the game that she knows people will freak out about [source], that in terms of marketing, she knows that the devs have more things planned [source], and that she found Bellara endearing, despite not usually vibing with optimistic and energetic characters [source]

Kala shared that she feels that the Lighthouse is way cooler than Skyhold [source]

Also, in early May 2024 Zach appeared on a podcast:

Zach: "I'm very excited because it looks like at the end of this year, the video game that I've been working on for about three or so years is gonna come out, and I'm really excited for that. I'm gonna come back on and I'm gonna promote that, you guys, you will have no choice, I'm coming back on." Host: "Does the video game feature dicks?" Zach: "I can't say too much about it, but it, it doesn't ignore dicks, you know what I mean? It doesn't, you know what, there might be, yeah, there's, it's a sexy video game, it's a hot video game." Host: "So are you a character?" Zach: "I'm a character in the video game." --- Zach: "I'm gonna come back on to promote the hell out of that, because I'm really excited about that. I'm still working on that, and that's been, like, I'm super grateful for that, because that's been going on for like three years and it's been consistent work." --- Zach: "I'm super excited about it [...]" "Other people help you make really amazing things, when humans get together they make pretty stuff, and this game looks amazing"

[source (acting career segment. source link isn't work-appropriate. I don't recommend the podcast)]

#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #solas #long post #longpost #cassandra pentaghast #my lady paaldin

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jen-with-a-pen · 1 month

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(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2

summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool

word count: 1.3k

warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking ✨respectively✨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)

a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?¿??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time ✨

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PART ONE | PART TWO

The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?

Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.

But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?

Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the time– which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.

Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the jury– Blind Al– is still out on recess.

Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.

Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.

A boy can dream.

It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizes– AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.

And smile. And lips. And–

It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.

Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.

But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.

Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.

Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!

That's what he was taught in middle school, right?

With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'

Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesn’t miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy.

Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.

Oh God did he say that out loud?

"Wade?"

Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick.

"Wade."

Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth.

Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.

Wade swears he's blushing.

Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.

Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.

"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.

"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.

"Gah– get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.

"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."

Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"

"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."

Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.

"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"

Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom.

"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,” Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it.

Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.

Good thing he's ambidextrous.

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saraakpotter · 4 months

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Water break!

summery: when Mary's water broke, she has to call someone, and that someone is y\n but, what if things go wrong? genre: fluff, comedy warnings: spoilers from Sherlock season 3 episode 3, pregnancy, giving birth, tell me if i missed anything :)

y\n, walked around the room and told the facts about the murderer. she was pretty sure that the victims brother had killed him.

"it's pretty obvious actually" she said walking back and forth "it is the phone, it's always the phone. i mean if he called his girlfriend with his phone then he should have it now right?"

"well he may have lost it" the victims mother said sobbing

"that may be the most stupid thing i have ever heard. if he got a new phone and If he has no history of losing mobile phones then why should he now?"

"it could have been a coincidence, things like this happen" the mother said and y\n rose an eyebrow.

"plus there are blood stains but no body, yet the victims clothes and bag has been at the same place he was last seen. everything except his phone" y\n said ignoring the woman

"what are you saying Ms. y\l\n?" the victims father asked putting a hand on his wife s shoulder

"i am saying that the murderer is..." but her words were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing.

she ignored it and continued: ".....i was saying, the person who murdered your son is....."

she was interrupted by he phone ringing once again.

"i swear if this is from Scotland Yard...." she murmured to herself and then looked at her phone. it was Mary.

y\n sighed, glanced at the family.

"i am sorry, i will be here in a minuet" she said and then walked out of the room.

"y\n!" Mary said as soon as she picked up the phone

"Mary, i am sorry but i am in the middle of an important case can i call you ba...." she said but Mary cut her of.

"mywaterbrokei'mgoingtogivebirth"

"i am sorry, what?"

Mary took a deep breath.

"my water broke! i am going to give birth and neither Sherlock nor John are answering!"

"WHAT!?" y\n said and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"y\n!"

"i am sorry, nervous laugh. i will come to you" y\n said sighing

"thank you" Mary breathed out "wait.....come here now! i am not going to wait for you to finish your case...OW"

"but..." y\n tried

"NOW!"

"fine, i'm coming" and with that she ended the call.

10 minuets later:

y\n arrived at 221b Backer street.

"Mary?" she shouted her name

"y\n! i'm here, oh my god!" she said trying to keep calm

"okay, we are going to get you to the hospital, just....try to keep calm"

"i can't!"

"try!" y\n said while helping her walk down the stairs which was getting pretty hard with all the movement.

"y\n! do something!" Mary said

"i am sorry i haven't helped a woman give birth before! i am a detective not a doctor!" she says obviously nervous

when they came down the last stair the door of the flat opened and Fortunately John and Sherlock walked in.

"Mary!" John exclaimed "i saw your text i am so sorry" he walked to her and helped her walk to the car."

"oh, fuck i can't!" Mary said trying to breath

"you can just, wait for some minuets and we will get you to the hospital" John said getting in the car and starting it.

when he heard her gasping for breath he said: "help her!"

"okay, breath. it is fine" Sherlock tried not too willingly

"stop the car!" she said trying to breath

"sweetheart we are near the hos..." John said

"no! stop the......car"

and john parked somewhere near the street.

"great my wife is going to give birth in the middle of the road!" John said

"how, exactly is she going to do that?" Sherlock said calmly and then John looked at y\n innocently.

"don't look at me like that. i have already clarified, i am a detective, not a midwife" y\n said annoyed

"yes, but since you are the only woman here you don't have a choice" Sherlock said with a smirk

"wha...he is the doctor" y\n said pointing at John

"please" John said and y\n sighed.

"fine"

some minuets later:

y\n, John and Sherlock are at the hospital while Mary and the new baby Rosie are getting checked up.

"so, how did delivering a baby felt?" Sherlock teased

"shut up" she said and Sherlock smirked

#bbc sherlock fanfiction #bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock x reader #john watson x reader #sherlock x reader imagine #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock x f!reader #bbc sherlock x detective!reader

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jokertrap-ran · 5 months

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[Gakuen K] Kusanagi Izumo Route: Cornered? Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut !

Izumo: Phew! We managed to purchase everything we needed… and now my wallet’s cryin’.

Izumo: Thanks for coming shoppin’ with me today. I really enjoyed it.

Ran: Same here.

Ran: I never thought reference books were that expensive so that really surprised me.

Izumo: Right? I was also surprised at first when I found out. I couldn’t believe my eyes and thought I’d read the price tag wrong.

Izumo: It’s not student-friendly at all. Maybe it’s ‘cause the book isn’t popular, but that’s still no reason to make it that expensive. Man, it really does bring a student to tears.

Izumo: Oh…? It’s rainin’.

Ran: Come to think of it, I think the weather forecast did say that there was going to be a passing shower today.

Izumo: Really? Wait, it’s gettin’ heavier.

Izumo: This place’s just round the corner from my place. C’mon, follow me!

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Izumo: Ahh, we’re all soaked to the bone… Go on, don’t stand on ceremony.

Ran: Pardon the intrusion…

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Izumo: Wait here, I’ll go fetch us some towels.

Ran: So this is your room…

⊳ Choice: Looks like an adult lives here

Ran: It looks really grown-up. Izumo: You think so? Ran: Yeah, the things you have around are pretty minimalistic. And… there’s the faint smell of cigarettes. Izumo: Ah… Sorry ‘bout that. I didn’t think anyone else would be here, so I didn’t air out the room beforehand. Ran: No, no, don’t worry about it. I think it’s fitting.

⊳ Choice: Looks manly enough

Ran: You can clearly tell a guy lives here. Izumo: Of course. I mean, I do live alone here. ‘Sides, wouldn’t you be weirded out if you found plushies all around? Ran: That would be rather cute, actually. It’d be an adorable contrast to how you usually carry yourself... Izumo: Really? Huh, maybe I should buy some before you come ‘round next time.

Izumo: Here are the towels. I brought you a larger one and a small one just in case.

Ran: Thank you.

Ran: Our date got ruined by the rain, huh.

Izumo: Unfortunately so. To think that I was plannin’ to invite you to the open cafe right after too.

Izumo: But, well…. Having a date at home doesn't sound too bad either.

Ran: What do people usually do on home dates…?

Izumo: Huh?

Ran: I've never been to a guy's place till now, so what are we supposed to be doing here???

Izumo: Well, we could talk and enjoy spending time with each other…

Ran: But can't we talk outside?

Izumo: Y-Yeah! That's true… I mean, well, we could also eat together?

Ran: But we can do that outside too.

Izumo: R-Right. Man, are you conerin’ me ‘cause, you know, or…?

Ran: Am I backing you into a corner?

Izumo: Huh!? Err, no… Of course not. No, no, there's no way that's gonna happen.

Izumo: A-Alright, look… A home date is… different from a date outside.

Izumo: Here, you won't have to be concerned about the eyes of the public while we spend time together.

Ran: Oh, I see. Together…

Izumo: …

Ran: …

Izumo: …Ahh, nope! Nopity, nope, nope! It's too early for us to be doin’ this!

Ran: Huh?

Izumo: I swore to myself that I'd take this step-by-step and that I wouldn't be swept up in the flow of things as the relationship progressed. Yeah… So, nope! We are not doin’ this.

Izumo: I'll lend you my umbrella, so go home for today, ‘kay?

Ran: Then, our date…

Izumo: I'll make it up to you next time. Sorry, but you'll have to head home now! It would be bad if you caught a cold out here.

Izumo: Warm yourself up properly when you get back to the dorm, you hear?

Ran: O-Okay. See you next time!

Izumo: See ya. Phew… that was a close call. When I was a grade-schooler, my homeroom teacher used to tell me that I could do things if I put my heart into it…

Izumo: Okay, my thoughts are startin’ to toe the line of wicked. Time to take a cold shower and cool off.

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Next Scene: After Graduation

#Gakuen K #Gakuen K: Wonderful School Days #K project #Otome #Translations #Kusanagi Izumo #Sakurai Takahiro #Gakuen K Izumo Route

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jamiesfootball · 11 months

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You said Jamie spends the off-season injured, is this because of something with his Dad and the aforementioned horrors or is it a coincidence in addition to the horrors? And if this is a spoiler you don’t want to share then I was never here.

Aw yessss! A question! I LOVE QUESTIONS ABOUT THE THINGS I AM WRITING.

There are definitely some key developments that I am keeping under wraps, but I will Neil Gaiman that shit if it comes up. As it stands, this topic is very open for discussion! In fact, it comes up in the very next chapter-

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So in this fic Jamie's injury is actually a holdover of the injury he got in Mom City. The top of his foot hit a very fast moving ball on a downward trajectory midair and hit at a very unfortunate angle. He's lucky he didn't break anything, but it did do some soft tissue damage (I am paraphrasing here because I have not put all of my medical jargon notes into order yet). It wasn't the worst injury to have, but it was definitely a 'safer to stay off it' injury. A 'you may want to take it easy' injury.

With West Ham and the final game literally around the corner, taking it easy wasn't an option, and everyone agreed to play him anyways.

So post-season comes around and Jamie is like 'thank fuck. I need a break. And Dani isn't in town, and even though I told Keeley I was sorry things still feel weird, and Roy and I just had a big weird fight so he probably could use a break from me. Good thing Isaac and Colin invited me to go on this weird history hike thing in Malta.'

And then he pops in for his post-season physical and upon seeing that he actually has even less range of movement in his ankle than he did immediately after getting injured, the physios break into Gollum-level amount of chanting 'my precious's and slap his foot in a walking brace for a minimum of two weeks. They have a regular amount of concern for What Will Happen To Them If Jamie Tartt's Foot Is Broken. A reasonable, regular, understandable amount of concern. Especially given who the new gaffer is.

This is a thing that becomes a big topic moving forward- how the physicality demanded by the sport means that most teams have players playing injured by the end of the season. For Richmond, it's not just Jamie's foot. It's also Dani's knee (the knee surgery that he left for is from ongoing complications from his original season one injury) and O'Brien's butt (again, an old injury) and Sam's legs (we'll pretend I've decided what injury just know he has one).

Then you add in someone like Roy, who now has permanent mobility issues with his knee. And he's the one in charge of all these fuckers now.

To complicate matters, their Total Football strategy largely and predominantly focuses on Jamie being able to play. And after the epic meltdown he had in the boot room, Roy is now very conscious of how goddamn lucky they were that they didn't completely burn him out last season. Hell, they're lucky they didn't burn out most of the first string.

So a big part of the Diamond Dogs strategy sessions ends up focusing on answering the question of what their plan is for the next year. Because they want to win the whole damn thing. Everyone wants to win the whole damn thing. They were so close. But also, as Roy already told Jamie in chapter one, that burn out thing? Yeah, that's not fucking happening again. Not on his watch.

Then, there's Jamie. Foot in a boot. Summer plans cancelled. Stuck in Richmond where the physios can poke at him. And he can't even use training as an excuse to go bother Roy because he can't train right now.

As for The Horrors, well. The message he sent to his dad weeks ago just flipped from 'sent' to 'read.' The Horrors in this case are overwhelmingly mental and emotional, because Jamie is doing what he thinks he was told to do. Forgive his dad. That is what he is trying to do. And it is eating him alive. It is grating him across the asphalt. He is tearing himself to pieces trying to make it happen. He is crawling over glass, trying to make himself do this thing that his mind is screaming at him not to do. And he is trying his best to be okay with it, but he is really really viscerally not okay.

That is The Horrors here.

#i have done my best to paraphrase - I hope I have not spoiled things too terribly much!#truly it is a JOY that people want to know anything about my silly little fic #thank you so much for asking!#fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love)#ask box is always open

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everybodyknows-everybodydies · 1 year

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Luka Kovac (I can't do the right letter on mobile)

ahaha oh noooo. putting this under a cut bc idk how far you are so I have no idea what counts as spoilers??

Why I like them: I do genuinely find his backstory really heartbreaking if they could keep it consistent

Why I don’t: they tried to do a similar thing with him that they did with Doug but unfortunately it doesn't work remotely as well for me as it does with Doug :/

Favorite episode (scene if movie): okay actually in Greene With Envy when he gets a guy to punch him just to prove that the guy is violent I appreciate that while it's a stupid move that gets him temporarily fired, he IS dedicated to the point of injury to himself. love a little self-destruction in my characters

Favorite season/movie: s7 I think is where we get most of his backstory? and I don't have to deal with the stress of the Luka/Carol thing anymore

Favorite line: it's his first episode I know but I actually always laugh aloud when he's holding that little girl and they're staring at the chaos of the ER and he goes "Have you ever been to the circus before?"

Favorite outfit: I like when everyone wears scrubs!

OTP: out of all the women he dates I guess I liked him best with Sam? I feel like as a character I enjoy him the most when he's not in a relationship with anyone though

Brotp: his whole thing with Carter is so funny. they're homoerotic rivals.

Headcanon: he absolutely 100% knew the English word for watermelon

Unpopular opinion: I feel like every time I see him he needs to wash his hair so urgently I'm sorry I know people like his luxurious hair 😭

A wish: I wish we'd actually gotten with him what it would look like to be constantly in emergency situations with PTSD and that they had been less interested in having him romantically paired off + fathering children

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: strums guitar stayyyyy awayyyyyy from my wiiiiiiiiiife pleeeeeease for the love of all that is good in the world if they'd ever tried to set anything up between Luka and Elizabeth I would have actually for real no joke killed someone

5 words to best describe them: Onion headline: Area Man Croatian?

#Mouse talks!#does this mean you're at least on s6 now?? DOES THIS MEAN YOU KNOW MY AWFUL WIFE WHO GIVES ME SO MUCH SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT...

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virescent-v · 1 year

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Hey, I wanted to come say hi! Also, I was wondering if you have any unpopular opinions on any of the BAU women?

Hi hi!! I'm so sorry, I just saw this!! Stupid mobile app...

Under the cut because I hate taking up space on people's dashboards :)

I should start this by saying that I am a new fan to the show who is watching for the first time. I do know a lot of spoilers and stuff, but I haven't made it past season 5 yet lololol. (school and work take a lot of my time....)

I think that most of my opinions are pretty....common in regards to the women of the BAU. Especially queer women lol. But here are some of my opinions!

Garcia carries the team. The BAU wouldn't be able to solve a case without her (and most times Reid as well...). Sometimes it feels like they reduce her as a character? That she's just this bubbly kid-like woman, but she's fucking amazing and deserves more. I liked her with Kevin. I think it would've been interesting to see her and Morgan get into a relationship, or at least a situationship, but on the same hand, I enjoyed seeing their friendship and how platonic love can be so beautiful.

JJ has started to really get on my nerves for some reason? AJ is very pretty and I love the chemistry with Emily/Paget but like....Idk. And I haaaaate that they've reduced her to woman-mom and I fucking hate Will lmfao. I can't stand his face or his accent lol. I think she's involved a lot for someone who is just their media person. I heard that later on she gets really good at profiling and I just...??????

Emily, of course, should have been a lesbian. I also think that she would've been a better mom than JJ. And my babygirl should've gotten some fucking happiness. It's crazy. If I had to ship her with anyone on the show it would be JJ but honestly, she needs somebody new. I was really hoping that she was the focus of CME but it seems like that really isn't the case? I hope that in the next season they spend more time with her and her character.

I was glad when Elle left. I liked her at the beginning but I hated her towards the end of her leaving. I enjoyed her being the snarky, sarcastic one of the team, but I just didn't enjoy her storyline towards the end. I was happy when Emily replaced her.

I didn't like Jordan lol.

I haven't met Tara, Kate, Alex, or Savannah yet, so I have no opinions on them yet.

Like I said, I feel like these are pretty common opinions that most fans have. I'll come back at the end of my watch through and see if anything changes! :)

Thanks for asking :) :) :)

#cm opinions #ladies of cm #v asks #pagetprentissishot

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pawnshopsouls · 4 years

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Mun’s Musings: WIZARDS & the fates of Salem and Bonely

//Ok but I’ve been rewatching Wizards and thinking about the different scenarios in which the bro’s arrive in the TOA world via Wayport (because their main verse has them arriving around the time of killahead) and I got into thinking:

1. If they arrived as Keimin, how would they have been treated by Lancelot and the men? What would have happened if Salem and Bonely had been brought before Arthur as foreigners? What would’ve happened if they had been discovered as magic users and forced to the Wild Woods? Would they have been threatened by trolls or would they have been able to convince the gummgumms not to eat them with a showy display of magic?

2. If they had arrived as halfbloods, how would they have been treated? Would they have been brought to be executed as Jim was? Or would they have had a chance to explain themselves, that they weren’t trolls and that they’d been cursed trying to get home?

If given the chance, both bros would’ve tried to prove their humanity - mostly in having Bonely present a photograph of him and his boys before Bonely got Splinched. (They’d also 100% explain the whole splinching thing if allowed, while, if confronted by Arthur in the “magic is dangerous”, announcing that magic is like a sword - it’s only dangerous if you don’t respect or know how to use it).

However if it went the route of them being executed and Morgana intervening with regarding his deal to give magic creatures the woods, Bonely would have LOTS of objections! which brings me to another point: would Arthur listen to Bonely’s argument of”

“She said you gave the woods teh beings like us. But when my brother and I were well within the forest’s borders, yer men dragged us out of the woods and onto your lands to have this mock trial so you ‘n’ them would have an excuse to kill us! This isn’t a trial, it’s a butchery! ‘N’ yer word the butchers cleaver! A murder teh add teh yer halls a’ white death! Is that how a king should act? ‘Cause from what I’ve heard from human passers by, I was thinkin’ I’d at least be facing a just king. Now I’m faced with a lie ‘n’ a murderer a’ mythics just like me. Is that who yeh are, King Arthur? ‘Cause that’s what yer turnin’ out teh be!”

3. What if the wayport turned them into full trolls and it was them fleeing from Arthur’s men that caused them to get separated? They both would be too disoriented to use magic and Bonely would 100% be the one to tell Salem to run, that he’d distract them, and that they’d meet up later. (bonus if the Knights had actually wounded Salem, giving Bonely all the reason and “permission” he needs to just tear into these guys in whatever way possible)

What if Bonley led the men deep into Gunmar’s territory where he was found using the environment to pick off the knights until actual gummgumm soldiers joined the fray? How would being found fighting knights affect things between Bonely and other trolls? Would Gunmar manage to recruit Bonely who clearly has an ax to grind against these knights - who may or may not have wounded his brother which could’ve been why he told Salem to run while he fought? (This could work for half-blood Bonely too, now that I think about it, tho Idk how Gunmar would react to someone who smells both troll and something not unlike human. XP)

What if Salem did as he was told, making it to Dwoza where he waited outside of town for his brother to show up? What if while waiting, he learned from Blinky, Dictatious, and other heartstone bonemenders how to heal with minerals and spells in ways he didn’t know were possible? What if he were present when Aaarrrgh attacked Dwoza and was a witness to that all?

How would that affect his and Bonely’s relationship and understanding of the Gummgumms who attacked Salem in Dwoza but who helped Bonely in the Wild Woods? Would it lead them to fight on different sides? Would Bonely be just as angry at Arthur as Gunmar? And would he feel betrayed by Salem when the Dwoza trolls take the amulet in exchange for taking Arthur’s side? would Salem be able to convince him to come to Dwoza to see what had been done and convince him that the GummGumms weren’t as good or justifiable as Bonely thought?

and the biggest question here: how would bonely cope after being sucked into the Darklands and watching the portal close just as Gunmar passed through, knowing he’d just lost his only way home, his only hope of seeing his 2 boys, Reggie and Lenar, again. Ohhh that would break his heart for a good long while, but also spur him even more violently towards finding another way to escape the darklands and experiment with making fetches however large he could to escape his dark, stone prison

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aisforinterval · 2 years

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i have live a live brainrot so im gonna ramble underneath, spoilers ahead if you care

here's a picture of my foster cats as a barrier cuz i can't insert a cut on mobile

OK SO.

here's the thing. so far i have been OBSESSED with all the little ways each chapter had broken their own tropes

the shinobi chapter that has the pacifist/genocide option (iirc toby cited this game as inspo)

the distant future chapter where you're expecting the muscle butt space marine to be a total hardass, but he's compassionate to a grieving woman and is muscling through past trauma to do what he can to make sure everyone gets home alive

baiting your opponents into attacking you in the present day chapter, because that's how your learn irl is from watching

picking which character lives in the shifu chapter

i could go on

but listen

nothing

NOTHING could have prepared me for chapter 8.

i thought i was gonna not like it, cuz generic medieval fantasy stuff bores me (i remember being disappointed when i learned that was the 8th chapter after i got to be a cowboy and an unga bunga and Literally A Spaceball

but the subtle storytelling in this chapter is making me lose my mind

when Oersted get japed by the lord of dark, the fight with the shadow in the throne room is already good cuz it never attacks you. it actively runs from you. (cuz it's actually the king)

and after he's kicked out, you're given radar pointers. no sense of direction. you're completely alienated and on your own and left to wander, seeking purpose. after being held on a pedestal and then having everything from him, you get the sense of isolation, especially when you keep encountering waves and waves of soldiers

then when you give up and start fighting back cuz you're tired of running, when your enemies survive your initial attacks, they're afflicted with the Terror status condition. even though none of Oereo's (calling him that now cuz im lazy) attacks have that ability. the guards are scared of HIM. not is attacks.

and when you go back to Archon's Roost, new enemies start appearing that weren't there before. and they're all named after phobias.

lil Oereo is suddenly confronted with these fears now because he's alone. when he had a purpose and his comrades, he wasn't bothered by these fears. but now he's insecure and they're creeping in

and it's especially telling when you know how this ends, and the famous pathway that Fear Leads to Hate.

which also makes me wonder; did he always have the capacity for this? Oereo has been shown to be a standard silent protagonist, but also prone to violent reaction (as he almost attacked the guards when accused of the king's murder)

and you can hear the hesitation in Alethea's voice after they're married (this may be partly cuz she was married off by her dad to whoever was best in combat), and with one of the end chapter bosses originally being named Gynophobia (fear of women), it makes me wonder

did Oersted always have the capacity for evil and it was just exploited, or was his fall so hard because he was promised so much? it's possible it's a little of both

anyways, i'm finishing up chapter 8 now, no spoilers for chapter 9 if you read all this way for some reason

i just had to ramble about this, i'm sorry, the subtle storytelling is just so SO good.

#long post #live a live #live a live remake #aima rambles #more like LOVE A LIVE #CHRIST

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duhragonball · 2 years

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I'm babysitting a machine at work today, so I'm gonna pass the time by disscussing more DBSSH spoilers. Well, first I gotta figure out how to put a read-more cut on mobile...

Yeah, there we go.

Okay, so I talked about Cell Max last night and I got so focused on him that I forgot to discuss anything else. Sorry, but Cell is objectively the coolest character, so even an off-brand Cell takes priority in a movie like this.

This time, let's talk about the lore that gets sprinkled throughout the movie. It's not the main focus, and they probably could have edited a lot of it out and made the movie tighter and more efficient, but it's better this way. The old movies worked that way, just dumping viewers into Dragon World with scarcely any introduction to the characters, but the 21st century Dragon Ball movies are events. They need to be long and have plenty of fanservice (not the sexy kind), and that's what we've been getting. Tidbits like finding out Vegeta is "Vegeta the Fourth" is half the fun, I say. So let's take a look at what we have here.

One bit I liked was how Videl said she teaches a martial arts class of some sort. I think she called it a "combat training course" in the dub, so it sounds a little different from a classic dojo, like the one Tien ran in the DBS anime, but it's the same basic idea. For years, fans have complained about Videl moving away from the badass crimefighter she was in high school. My feeling has always been that nobody is the same person they were in high school, and if Videl wants to settle down and be a housewife, that's a valid choice for the character to make. But I never understood the assumption that Videl stopped fighting. For all we know she's kicking ass off-screen. Well, it turns out that she's teaching other people how to kick ass, which is the next best thing. Maybe she still fights crime, I don't know, but I think it's important not to put her in a box. Just because her recent appearances always involve her taking care of Pan doesn't mean that's all she does.

They threw in a line to lampshade Goten and Trunks' growth spurt. According to Gohan, all Saiyan children are like this, staying small for a while, then suddenly shooting up like weeds. I think that's been the fan consensus for some time, because that's how it was for Goku and Gohan, but DBS really strained credibility by having the boys look and act so young for so long. At least the franchise is acknowledging the issue.

On a related note, it's nice to see they remembered to keep Dende looking like an adult. I'm pretty sure there were Buu Saga episodes that screwed this up, so you never can tell with that guy. I liked how Piccolo considered asking Dende to awaken his hidden power the same way Guru did for Krillin and Gohan. And Dende explains that he can't because he's not old enough to perform the technique, which neatly explains why no one has tried this before. Then he proposes modifying the Dragon to do it instead, and Piccolo's like, I didn't know that was possible, and apparently it wasn't possible back when Kami was in charge of Shenron, but Dende knows tricks that must have been innovated since Kami came to Earth.

However, now that this has been established, they need to account for any other character who can take advantage of the power boost. Krillin and Gohan have already undergone the process, but apparently Shenron's version is more potent than Guru's, so maybe it's worth doing again? But besides that, this would be a handy way for Tien and Yamcha to "catch up", if they ever plan to use those characters more seriously.

On Beerus's planet, Vegeta is seen meditating, which he explains is his attempt to duplicate Jiren's awesome strength from the Tournament of Power. He reasons that Jiren wasn't actually that much stronger than himself or Goku, but he dominated the ToP because he had such precise ki control, only bringing it to bear at the exact moment when it was needed. Something like that. I'm not sure if this is meant to lead into Ultra Ego or some other form, but it's cool to see some explanation of why Jiren was so Different from the others, and that it's possible for other characters to beat him.

And that's what I mean when I say they could have trimmed down the movie if they wanted to. Vegeta's barely in this movie, and he's about as far removed from the action as he can be, so we don't really need to check up on him at all, much less hear him analyze Jiren, a character who doesn't appear in the movie whatsoever. But it still awesome to get this sort of footage anyway, and without a TV series, they don't have anywhere else to put it. The manga, sure, but it's got to move a lot faster than a movie like this. Again, the movie is an event, and Vegeta's observations are part of the icing on the cake.

But of course, the biggest lore contribution relates to the Red Ribbon Army. We learn Magenta is the son of Commander Red, which is fairly predictable for a story like this, but what surprised me was the revelation that Colonel Violet is his mother. Did anyone else catch that? There was a shot of Magenta's desk and he had framed photos of Red and Violet, so I think the implication is very clear. I'm not sure how those two ended up together, but it adds a new dimension to that scene where Red watches Violet raid the safe before she deserts her post.

Also, we learn Magenta's been running Red Pharmacuetical Corporation, which was a front for the Red Ribbon army all along. After Goku wiped out the RRA, the RPC carried on, but they also funded Dr. Gero's scheme in DBZ. This is awesome stuff, because I always envisioned Gero as a lone wolf trying to avenge an organization no one else cared about, but the RPC is a much more intriguing idea.

We also see the first canon reference to Gero's wife and son. Toriyama revealed in an interview that #16's design was based on Gero's son, but I don't think that ever got used in a story until now. While Magenta and Carmine go over their plan, there's a graphic of Hedo's family tree, and a 16-lookalike is identified as Gero's son, named "Gevo".

Likewise, Gero's wife is named "Vomi", and she's a dead ringer for #21 from FighterZ. I'm unclear about whether #21 is Vomi in an android body or just an homage like #16, but I find myself suddenly much more interested in the character.

I already wrote about the idea of Gero's Cell data being in the hands of the RPC, but I guess that's true for all of his other android projects too. The thought occurred to me that this is probably where all the android/cyborg/bioweapon characters in Dragon Ball Heroes must have come from. Sure, it looked like Magenta and all his goons got killed in the movie, but the RPC probably has offices all over the world, and a robust succession plan. And even if the company collapses, the data could still leak and other aspiring geniuses might try to reproduce Gero's work. So that's a cool idea.

I think that's all I got for the moment. I'm sure I'll remember more stuff to talk about later.

#dragon ball super super hero #spoilers

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maxburnett · 3 years

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Epilogue to Summer Heat, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

-(fem!reader x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers)

Summary: A glimpse of the months following Steve leaving Reader for Peggy. This is a part 2/sequel/epilogue of this fic for @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge

Warnings: This is mild! Mostly Fluff with slight Angst. There's a hint at Bucky eating out his very pregnant girlfriend if you squint. Bucky is soft. Steve is an idiot. Bucky really loves reader. (I stuck at these I apologize. Contains very minor Loki spoilers. I wrote this in like a hour on my phone so I apologize for any typos etc)

Please reblog/share and comment. I love to read your reviews!

Word Count: 2,060

It had been nearly 5 months since you had found out that you were pregnant. You and Bucky were letting everything fall into place as you were getting ready for the birth of your baby. He had talked you into finding out the sex when it was born, despite you wanting to hurry up and find out. You closed your eyes as you sat on the couch, your legs propped onto a pillow as you rubbed your stomach as your baby kicked.

"He's good," he says with a smile. "God, you're so beautiful," he says, and you chuckle.

"I'm a whale, Buck," you say and throw a blueberry at him, which he catches with his mouth. "There's nothing beautiful about me," you snort, and he glares at you.

"Baby, how many times do I have to tell you that you're beautiful?" He asks, and you sigh. You just feel so fat and unattractive, but Bucky still stares at you the same way he did before he made the first move and kissed you all those months ago.

"I don't deserve you, Buck," you smile and move, so you are sitting beside him. "I honestly don't deserve everything you've done for the baby and me-" he cuts you off as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you gently into him, kissing your lips with a softness that made you get goosebumps every time.

"Our baby," he says into your lips.

"Our baby," you whisper back and smile as he stands up and takes your empty bowl to the sink, and comes back to lean down to kiss your chin where you had some chocolate. His lips move up to his, and you run your hands into his hair pulling him closer as he gently devours your lips with his own.

"Need to taste you," he says in a rough tone before pulling away. His hands reach down, taking both of yours. He helps you off of the couch and walks you back to the bedroom.

~ 2 Months Later~

You woke up one morning hearing the birds chirping outside of your window and smiled as Bucky came in, bringing you some toast with avocados and eggs on it. You eat the toast as he leans and kisses your stomach, softly singing his favorite song with his head gently lying on your huge tummy.

You giggle as you listen to him singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" as you close your eyes and remember your first kiss during "The Wizard of Oz" all of those months ago. You play with his hair, looking down at him, wondering how you got so lucky to have a guy like Bucky. Your eyes close for a moment. You can't help but think of Steve. You hate that he left you, you hate that he chose to be with another woman; but why couldn't you hate him?

If he had known you were pregnant, you know he would've stayed. Wouldn't he?

"Hey doll, you okay?" You heard Bucky ask, and you looked down at him. You smile as you nod your head down at him. You take a deep breath.

"I was just thinking about Steve ... not necessarily the bad stuff. I just ..." you couldn't find the words. "He just would have been a good father," you say softly.

"You're right," he smiles and looks up at you. "He was a good man," he whispers and closes his eyes. "I just ... wish he would've handled all of this differently. He should've talked to you," he said, his fingers gently moving over your tummy. You smile. His singing was always something that could calm the baby's kicking down.

When he moves to lay down beside you, pulling you as close as he could as he rested his head on your shoulder and his hand on your stomach. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit at his lip.

"At the funeral, he asked me if I liked you," Bucky whispered. He'd never talked to you about this before. "He said he saw something about the way we looked at each other. He wanted to know if I had feelings for you,"

You bit your lip as you listened to Bucky, and you placed your hand over his.

"I didn't lie to him. I told him the truth. I'm sorry if me telling him that caused him to leave," he said, and you place your finger over his lips.

"Bucky, even if I do miss him sometimes ... even if I do still love him. There's nothing like the love I have for you," you whisper and run your fingers through his hair. "This baby was made with Steve ... and even tho we told each other 'I Love You,' It is fate that you and I go through this with our baby."

Bucky looked up at you, his blue eyes beginning to tear up, and you smile as you run your fingers gently into his hair before you wiped at his face with your fingers.

"I love you so much," you say down to him.

"I love you," he says back as he kisses your stomach and looks up at you with his head resting against your tummy again.

"Let's get married," he says, and you look down at him about to say something. He smiles up at you. "I know it's not an ideal proposal," he chuckles. "But I don't want to wait, and I don't even have a ring ... but I can get one. I just want to marry you, and I want to grow old with you and our baby,"

"Let's get married," you say back with a smile. "We can just do it in the courthouse... I don't need anything but you, Buck. Maybe we can get Sam to come," you say, and he smiles as he pulls away and moves his dog tags from his neck to yours.

"Let's get married," he says again and kisses your lips.

Steve had promised Peggy that he would stop by the grocery store he walked out of the store with his paper bags and looked around as things began to freeze in time. He looked around strangely as everything began to move in slow motion. Holographic doors began to show around him, and three guards came out with guns and walked towards him.

One of them stepped towards him and looked down at something in their hand.

"Steve Rogers, on behalf of the Time Variance Authority. I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline."

Before he had a chance to speak, he was zapped away with the strange people and was put on trial. He honestly thought this was some kind of joke. How had he messed with the timeline?

"You must be Captain America," a voice said from behind him. He was holding a file and stood to walk towards him. "I'm Mobius," he said.

"Why am I here?"

"You messed up the Timeline by going back in time to be with Peggy Carter," Mobius replied. "We figured we would give you the chance to fix things. Follow me," he said, and Steve sighed, following after the man.

He stopped at an area, and Steve turned towards a vast place with darkness, but soon the darkness lit up. He saw you and Bucky in front of him.

He saw how the two of you had fallen in love, and something inside him twitched as he saw how you looked at Bucky. It was a way she never looked at him before. Then he watched the night she had called him asking him to pick something up for her, and he gasped.

"I wouldn't have left if I had known," Steve finally spoke.

Mobius looked over at the blonde and shook his head. Then looked back at the screen.

"You need to make a decision. But know one thing, them falling in love was always supposed to happen. It would have happened if you would've stayed," he said, causing Steve to look at the screen. "We normally don't do this, but we will give you time to figure out what you want. You can stay here ... you can let them live their lives. Or you can finally man up and admit that going back into time to be with a woman you only kissed once was a stupid thing to do,"

Bucky smiled as he kissed your head as your 6-week old baby girl, Isabella Rose rested on your chest. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and you didn't look any better.

"I still can't believe she's here," he smiled, looking down at the sleeping baby. "Here, let me take her. I want you to get some sleep," he said as he softly took her and stood up from the bed and walked her to her nursery, and laid her down.

"Hey sweet pea," Bucky says as he winds up the mobile and Isabella glances up at him and he swore she smiled before looking at the mobile. "All of this is new to me. But I promise I'm going to take care of you and mommy. It's going to be the three of us to the end of the line," he whispered and looked up at the mobile where he and you had hung Steve's dog tags that he had left behind. "Your daddy would love you so much. I miss him and I know mommy misses him too. You have his eyes and his hair. But hopefully, you aren't as hardheaded," he smiles and runs his fingers through her blond hair. "Go to sleep sweet pea,"

He came back into the bedroom and smirked, seeing you were already asleep, and he laid beside you and wrapped an arm around you.

He woke up a few hours later; Isabella was crying. He headed into the room and picked her up, comforting her with a smile.

"Daddy's here," he said as she wrapped her hand around his ring finger, and he smiled seeing her little fingers close to his wedding band. "Daddy's always gonna be here," he said, rocking her softly. He heard a knock on the door and carried Isabella carefully towards the door and opened it slowly.

Steve stood behind the door. He had a hand on the back of his neck as he looked out at his best friend holding his daughter just as you walked into the room.

"Buck, who's at the door?" You ask before you freeze as Bucky moves to the side, and Steve is standing there looking from you to Bucky and down at the little blonde-haired girl in Bucky's arms.

"Bucky, turn around," you say, and he backs away from you and turns his back, and holds Isabella close.

"How dare you!" You say as you slap Steve once and then again. "You left!" You say, and he reaches his hands out to grab ahold of yours. It's when he sees the rings on your finger.

"Y/N. I'm sorry. If I would've known, I wouldn't have left," he says, and you feel the tears building in your eyes.

"But you left Steve ... you left. You said you loved me, and you left," you shook your head. "I loved you, and you left," you said as you began to hit his chest before collapsing into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said as he held you close against his chest. "I came back ... I came back," he said against your head. "I know you and Bucky are together ... but I have to be here for her," he said, and you look up at him and feel his fingers wiping your eyes.

"Can I hold her?" Steve asks, his voice slightly cracking.

"Yes," you whisper and have him sit down on the couch as you motion for Bucky to take Isabella over to Steve. He hands Isabella over carefully, and she looks up at the strange man and wiggles a little in his arms as tears roll from Steve's blue eyes down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I left you, little Angel, but daddy's never leaving you again," Steve said as he leaned and kissed her head and took in the smell of his daughter for the very first time.

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jokertrap-ran · 2 months

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[Gakuen K] SCEPTER 4 Route: Ditching School Translation

*Translator’s note : MC’s name shall remain as my normal (水嶋ラン) *Gakuen K Masterlist / Gakuen K Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler FREE : Translations under cut ! *T/N: Time for me to unload all the translations I've been hoarding in my drafts because I was too busy to format them into a post but finally got time during the weekends to clear some- ♡

Ran: …*Sigh*

Ran: (I ended up skipping Club too…)

Ran: (I'm starting to dread having to participate in Club Activities tomorrow…)

Ran: Let's just turn in for today.

Ran: (I really hope this gloomy feeling disappears when I wake up…)

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Ran: (It's so quiet here. There’s no one around. I wonder if I can enter the school building…?)

Munakata: Oh? You're here early.

Ran: Munakata-senpai.

Munakata: Classes only start an hour from now. Did you forget something, perchance?

Ran: No, that's not why I'm… Well, I woke up early because I'd gone to bed much earlier than usual last night.

Ran: And then I ended up coming to school early because I didn't have anything better to do anyway. What about you?

Munakata: No particular reason. I always come to school at this hour.

Ran: Really?

Munakata: Really. I'm more productive with my work here than when I stay at home.

Ran: Work? From the Student Council and the Blue Club? What kind of work do you have to do?

Munakata: A variety of things, but let's leave it at that. How are you feeling, if you don't mind me asking?

Ran: Huh?

Munakata: I got a report that you'd taken an absence from our club activities due to poor health.

Ran: Oh… Uh, yeah. That's right.

Munakata: …Are you truly unwell?

Ran: Y-Yes! My throat was kinda sore… so I thought that it was the start of a cold?

Ran: But I'm good now!

Munakata: So, am I to assume that you are now fit to participate in Club activities?

Ran: Well…

Munakata: Please follow me.

Ran: Oh, okay!

Munakata: Why did you lie?

Ran: What?

Munakata: You weren't feeling unwell at all, were you?

Ran: How did you…

Munakata: Anyone with eyes can see that you're perfectly fine despite having claimed to be absent due to illness only just recently.

Ran: Sorry…

Munakata: I'm not mad at you for your absence.

Munakata: The issue here is your lying tendencies. I approved of your tentative entry to this Club because of your honesty.

Ran: …

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Munakata: Come in.

Munakata: I apologize for suddenly calling you here.

Fushimi: What did you call me here for, Captain?

Fushimi: I was called away while I was in the middle of my disciplinary committee duties, so please be quick about this.

Munakata: I'll cut right to the chase then. Fushimi-kun, did you say something to her?

Fushimi: Huh…?

Munakata: I'd previously entrusted you with the duty of bringing her around for a tour of the place, but she seems to have been rather down ever since.

Fushimi: Can't you just ask her? She's right there, isn't she?

Munakata: And so… it seems like Fushimi-kun isn't exactly aware of his actions either.

Fushimi: Yeah, no.

Munakata: Alright then. Mizushima-san.

Ran: Yes?

Munakata: Please explain to us the real reason why you decided to take a leave of absence from club activities.

Ran: That's because Fushimi-kun…

Ran: He told me not to drag the others down, so I gave it some thought… and the more I thought about it…

Ran: The more I started to doubt if I could really fit in with the Blue Club.

Munakata: I see. So the reason did lie with Fushimi-kun after all.

Ran: No, it's not his fault. I'm the one to blame…

Fushimi: Sure, I did tell you not to drag us down, but I didn't tell you not to come, did I?

Ran: Huh?

Munakata: I suppose that's his way of watching out for you. It's him being considerate, if you may.

Ran: Considerate?

Munakata: Yes, despite how crude it may sound.

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Next Scene: Mentor

#Gakuen K #Gakuen K: Wonderful School Days #K project #Otome #Translations #Munakata Reisi #Fushimi Saruhiko #Gakuen K SCEPTER 4 Route

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isfjmel-phleg · 3 years

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Will do a full write-up on the latest MBS episode later but this one ripped my heart out.

ALSO I would like to offer an interpretation of a line that has gotten a lot of people concerned.

SPOILERS below (I'm on mobile and can't add/figure out how to add? a cut, sorry).

Mr. Benedict's offering Number Two and Rhonda an opportunity to "resign" does not necessarily indicate that they are not his adoptive daughters. They also happen to be adults who work for him, in addition to being his family, and I think it's in that capacity he's offering them a chance to leave. Not excusing them from the family, but letting them know they're not obligated to continue to work for him if they choose. Of course who knows where the series is taking this, but until it's explicitly confirmed one way or the other, I am continuing to assume they're his daughters.

#The Mysterious Benedict Society #The Mysterious Benedict Society 2021 #The Mysterious Benedict Society spoilers #mbs spoilers

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purple-saladleaves · 3 years

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OC Masterlist

The version with my nice desktop theme is here, but for the mobile gang, this is a list of all my OCs! I put them in alphabetical order, mostly so I could find them a bit easier. Under a cut, because this is long.

Ashildr Skolldottir

Pronouns: she/her

Race/class: norn ranger

Age: 24

Date of creation: 3/4/21

Personality: Adventurous, makes friends easily and cares about them a lot, a little overprotective, hates giving up on anything or anyone

Best friend is a bear she's had for as long as she can remember, named Constance

Also has a pet raven called Larceny, who she befriended when she was twelve

Suffers from severe chronic pain after falling out of a tree when she was young, and uses Constance as a mobility aid

Currently lives in Divinity's Reach, as the cold of the Shiverpeaks worsens her pain

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Efalynn

Pronouns: she/her

Race/class: sylvari reaper

Age: 18 months

Date of creation: 28/6/20

Personality: Inquisitive, booksmart and very hardworking. Lawful good. Serious and awkward at first, but opens up around her friends. Slightly paranoid and totally exhausted from all the fighting

(big spoilers up to the end of PoF. this is long, she's my favourite OC and I have a lot to say, plus I'm not good at condensing things (which is obvious if you've ever seen me answer an ask game. sorry!)

My Commander, so she mostly follows the main story

Her twin sister Rhiannwen was seemingly killed during an early Pact mission when Efalynn was forced to leave her behind -- see Rhiannwen's notes for more info

[Note: my timeline is condensed for angst reasons >:) so HoT is just a few months after the personal story]

Fought an illusory version of Rhi in Mordremoth's mind -- this plus Trahearne's death left her terrified that she'll cause the death of another person she cares about

Refuses to go back to the jungle unless it's really necessary. Prefers to avoid the whole Maguuma region if possible

Cut contact with her friends after HoT due to her fears, only meeting up with them accidentally in Amnoon. Things stayed tense between them, leading to her facing Balthazar alone

Since returning from the Domain of the Lost, Efalynn struggles with temporary memory loss and vivid nightmares, though she powers through

Dying also left her Soundless, which she hates

When not on a Pact mission, Efalynn travels Tyria, researching necromancy and its effect on sylvari to try and find a cure for her sister

Ex-Whispers Lightbringer, though she quit after the death of her close friend Tybalt

Also has Priory ties due to her research, but rejected offers to join numerous times

Asexual greyromantic lesbian, but has very little time for romance so she doesn't really think about it

Has names for each of her minions, and sometimes gives them hats to wear

She can't stand the heat, it reminds her too much of the jungle and of Balthazar

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Eichlladd

Pronouns: he/him

Race/class: sylvari harbinger

Age: 6 years

Date of creation: 17/8/21

Personality: Smug bastard. Very talkative, loves unnerving people (but means no harm by it). Super generous, just loves a good time. Very proud of his necromancy skills

Has a pet snake called Myrtle, which he keeps wrapped around his arm, and uses her venom for his elixirs

Possibly from another Pale Tree? (see below)

[Note: he was my character for the EoD beta event on the 17th-21st August. I got super attached to him after doing a beta character RP event with my guildmates, so I decided to write him down as one of my official OCs, but since he's an EoD character, I haven't really given him any lore yet. But watch this space!]

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Ffoirre

Pronouns: he/him

Race/class: sylvari warrior

Age: 11 years

Date of creation: 17/2/21

Personality: Grumpy, cynical, very stoic and hates opening up to people, though he's ride or die for those who take the time to befriend him. Very disillusioned with the world

Joined the Nightmare Court when he was very young, swayed by the promise of power (and a crush on Gavin)

Was known as the "Knight of Poison" for using it on his weapons

Left the Court after a few years, bored of the constant infighting and betrayal

You know that post that's like "accidentally developed morals, felt regret for first time in life, proceeded to have a breakdown"? yeah

But he's still not sure if he'd refuse Gavin if he got a second chance

Voluntarily became Soundless, but sometimes misses the Dream

Thinks he would have been a mesmer if he had any magical talent

Became very good friends with Efalynn over several coincidental meetings

Arospec gay

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Kallisto Dawnheart

Pronouns: she/her

Race/class: sylvari guardian

Age: 3 years

Date of creation: 27/7/21

Personality: Very confident, headstrong (maybe reckless), honest to a fault. Super reliable except when it comes to keeping track of time. Acts flirty and suave but is really a disaster gay

Vigil warmaster, later promoted to Commander alongside Efalynn (not entirely decided when/how/why yet, since I haven't played Icebrood Saga but sshhh)

A great healer, but sometimes forgets the best defence isn't always a good offence

Trans lesbian

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Maja Spirittale

Pronouns: she/her

Race/class: charr ranger

Age: 29

Date of creation: 10/10/20

Personality: Curious and excited to learn, but gets distracted easily when bored. Better with pets than people, often causes problems on accident. Is a big cat person

Ash Legionnaire

Wants to join the Priory to study zoology

[Note: currently not in game, so she's not very developed]

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Recruiter Fjanni

Pronouns: she/fae

Race/class: asura elementalist

Age: 22

Date of creation: 18/8/21

Personality: Very chill and polite, absolutely not the kind of person you'd expect to set something on fire or blow it up just to see what happens. Fantastic liar. Faer interests come above all else

Kicked out of the College of Dynamics after starting too many fires (by accident! Mostly)

Joined the Inquest, became a recruiter to present a more ethical side. Fae knows it's not entirely true, but as long as she can keep doing what she wants, she doesn't really care

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Rhiannwen

Pronouns: she/her

Race/class: sylvari thief

Age: 18 months

Date of creation: 21/9/20

Personality: Blunt, asocial and wary, but very loyal. Can't stand being the centre of attention. Represses most of her emotions, so outwardly very stoic

Became a scion of Zhaitan after getting captured on a Pact mission and enduring a risky procedure where her soul was placed into a body created by the dragon

Lost most of her memories during this, but instinctively recognised Efalynn as her sister the next time they met (and fought)

Was almost totally under Zhaitan's control while it was still alive

When Zhaitan was killed, she regained a few of her earlier memories in exchange for those she'd made after the procedure

Remembers her sister only as a purple sylvari and travels Tyria to find her, but avoids the Pact due to being visibly undeadish

Became Soundless when her soul was transplanted into her new body, doesn't remember enough of the Dream to be upset by this

Glows constantly, but it's dimmer than most sylvari

Her skin feels like dead leaves, and she's unable to feel physical sensations

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Sasha Bellante

Pronouns: she/they

Race/class: human scrapper

Age: 19

Date of creation: 20/9/20

Personality: Super bubbly, energetic and extroverted. Very creative, has mad scientist vibes, really confident (often to a fault). Ridiculously stubborn and will do practically anything on a dare. Would kill and die for their friends without hesitation

Priory explorer, best friends with Magister Sieran and Krett

Lost her left arm to icebrood corruption, but was able to make a prosthesis with her engineering skills

Can't stand the cold (which is why they use a lot of fire-based skills)

Named their main gyro Sparks, and has nicknames for all the others too

Fantastic shot with a pistol

Wanted to be an elementalist but didn't have much talent for magic, and found she enjoyed building things more

Disaster bi, demigirl

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Seeker Krett

Pronouns: xe/xem

Race/class: asura mesmer

Age: 18 (and a half!!!!)

Date of creation: 17/2/21

Personality: Easygoing, enjoys playing pranks with xyr illusions, hates being bored. Terrible at making decisions, but determined not to let that get in the way of anything

Joined all orders to see which xe preferred but hasn't picked one yet

Met Sasha on a Priory mission and became friends almost immediately

Dreams of owning a huge library/lab with them and becoming Tyria's leading expert on... something. Xe hasn't decided on that either

Ridiculous sweet tooth

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

Thora Bonebreaker

Pronouns: they/them

Race/class: norn revenant

Age: uncertain, but physically 40ish

Date of creation: 7/10/20

Personality: Appears intimidating and grumpy, but actually super sweet. Has always had difficulty expressing emotions. So Goddamn Tired. Has a very strong sense of what's right. Rarely backs down from a challenge

Was born before the Norn exodus in ~1170AE, and trained as a Dolyak havroun

Was killed in the Mists when fighting one of the first Sons of Svanir, spent who knows how long as a ghost

Eventually met the Spirits of the Wild killed by Jormag, and traded their voice for resurrection

(Jalis -> Dolyak, Ventari -> Owl, Shiro -> Eagle, Malyx -> Wolverine)

Doesn't age, and doesn't need food, water or as much sleep as normal

Ice cold to the touch, regardless of their surroundings

After returning from the Mists, their eyes and hair turned pure white, and they became incredibly pale

Their tattoos glow very subtly with a different colour for each Spirit

Refuses to let things go when they know they have the power to help, became a Vigil soldier to aid with this

Nonbinary demisexual, nblm

Tags: Main tag, art, fic

#gw2 #ashildr skolldottir #efalynn #eichlladd #ffoirre #kallisto #maja spirittale #recruiter fjanni #rhiannwen #sasha bellante #seeker krett #thora bonebreaker

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