#and just because we dont switch loads of times a day and just because we dont have the amnesia doesn't make us an invalid system

[elibeeline]

I dont know what emotion im feeling at the moment but my brain is only calling it 'not pog'

[sanspuppet]

✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 : 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 ✰

✰ W/T: smut

✰ short description for each member: habits/kinks, what they like, fav position

✰ i dont know if what i wrote is quite banal, anyways i wanted to make a list of my feral thoughts yep-

✰ Hongjoong

he loves to be a rough sub, lets you ride him tho he enjoys a lot to take the lead beneath you because he knows it would get you extremely quick to your orgasm, smirking and chuckling at the sight of your desperate reaction

very loud when he feels to, better be alone while you have sex cuz the room would be filled with his grunts and groans

follows your thighs up and down gripping them, his favorite way to mark you are scratches (he caresses and kisses them once you finish cuz he’s kinda worried it might hurt you)

✰ Seonghwa

most of times it all starts with cuddles sessions, you’re stuck in a deep kiss while he drags his hands over your body, once he has the chance to massage your breast he can’t contain himself anymore

i feel like he’s more into missionary, so he can lay on your body, feel your warm skin, kiss you to cut your moans, whisper dirty things into your ears with his low voice

i think he’s the type who can’t last long on a single orgasm but surely can have multiples, leading you to your owns till you can’t take anymore

✰ Yunho

he’s surely the type to fingerfuck you with his long, slender fingers (which doesn’t take long for you to cum around them) to prepare your tight walls before taking his big friend

loves to praise you, despite sometimes his sentences are cut by his own groans (a mist of high and low pitched)

feels like he’s into both sub and dom, being an ass man he surely likes reverse cowgirl and doggy

✰ Yeosang

yeah most of y’all gonna argue if he’s into vanilla or rough fuck… imma say that he bases simply on your mood: whether you’re horny and crave for nothing but his dick or have a chill night because he just needs to release his load inside you while you’re almost falling asleep

he likes to have your legs wrapped around his waist while he leans down to take fully your tits in his hands, he barely knows where his eyes want to land because, oh fuck he wants to see every fucking detail

loves when you’re the needy one but he can’t also contain himself for long

✰ San

he makes you know that it’ll be a long night by teasing you all day long, sometimes you’re even the one who just begs him at some point because you can’t mentally stand teasing anymore

he’s into rough fuck, tho he likes passionate too, he just loves the arousal that gets him when he fucks your brains out. Your loud moans are just pure music to his ears so he simply goes with raw and hard

definitely the dom type (uhum any position that involves the sight of your ass), but this man also likes to be your personal fucktoy because he finds you extremely hot as a horny woman that wants only to use his sex

✰ Mingi

we all know he’s the type to love every single part of your body and every kind of stimulation you enjoy he would do it without even think of complaining or judging: what his woman craves is what his woman gets

tho he’s the type to eat you out, play with your breast, and all the shit you’d like to do, i bet his favorite way to fuck is randomly bending you over the first table he finds, no minding if there’s the chance you’d get caught, he doesn’t cares, he just wants you right there and now

of course he likes to show you his big and confident side but sometimes when he’s tired all he really wants is to become a whiny baby under your touch

✰ Wooyoung

he’d always be a whines and moans mess, it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he’s the type to cry from pleasure when you take good care of him

he likes to be both dom and sub, if you’re in for multiple rounds you’re probably gonna switch roles every orgasm

something tells me he loves thighs, every time you’d wear short dresses or outfits that expose your legs he’d go easily crazy over you, and he would never stop teasing you until he gets the chance to rip those clothes off of your body

✰ Jongho

he fucking loves when you grip at his toned biceps while you grind over his lap, he would be more than pleased by having you on top of him so you could feel just how strong his body feels beneath you

let’s be honest he’s probably the one with the highest stamina, if he’s gonna take the lead don’t even think he’d get enough with a couple orgasms

tho his moans would be so damn pretty i think he wouldn’t be louder than some needy sighs and whines, apart from when he reaches his climax he would let out the most delicious sound you’d ever hear

[azumasoroshi]

i have no idea what episode this is part 2

part 2 of this post i think?? tbh i found the clip in some random youtube video i have no idea if this takes place directly after or not and im just judging based on the time of day/setting

(i actually did search through like. the last few episodes of season 1 and the first few episodes of shou and i couldnt find shit so i'm assuming that this episode happened in one of the places i didnt check. not for lack of trying but because the website i was using straight up died on the spot trying to load them all so quickly)

(edit: it's episode 16 of durarara season 1 ty @/pineapplething)

this screenshot is killing me actually. i had to pause instead of doing the 0.25 speed thing because i need his hands to be on his hips so it looks like he's just. staring down at the thing judgingly. izaya's pose is so funny because right before that he's like

'what the fuck are you doing shizu-chan'

i forget the context of this scene too but like. why wasnt he pointing the knife at shizuo?? what were they doing. bro i love not having ANY context whatsoever and being too lazy to look up the actual episode

anyway babygirl looks so ugly in those shots god bless

bro why you arching your back like that 🤨

in front of izaya too. god

the way they have four separate reaction shots for izaya. bro the things that must've been going on through his head were NOT safe for work on god.

the way he says 'seriously' and then remembers to point the knife like bro had to take a second. he was processing. he almost looks enamored in that first shot actually (<- delusional)

izaya's rectangle prism ass never ceases to amaze. glad he keeps that in both art styles

shizuo looks so funny from this angle i bet you could get the most unhinged smear frames every time he goes rage mode

can we get like an angry shizuo aesthetic moodboard except it's all either low quality or smear frames. it'd be really funny trust

also incredible how shizuo can extend the length of the guard rail to like. twice its size. it was not that big in the previous images. i wonder if that's a metaphor for something

god these SUCKED to get pictures of because celty comes in so fast and there's no indication of when the frames will switch but i do it for you (im doing this for me. im obsessed. i have a final on tuesday for the class i have a B in but actually i think it's a D now)

these would probably be much easier to screenshot if i just downloaded the videos but why would i do that when i can press the back arrow key 50 zillion times and listen to the crunchy 0.25 audio explode every time shizuo opens his mouth

this image gets me every time ugh they almost look like they were having a casual conversation or smth (<-delusional)

just. arch enemies both being distracted by something long enough to stop beefing with each other does something to me. i dont even know it doesnt have to be romantic i just like watching it (although it's usually romantic because im a sucker for enemies to/and lovers if you couldnt tell by my usual ships)

that's the end of this scene (or at least the youtube clip of it. you cannot ask me to load all those anime episodes again) but like man. good shit ill be replaying this in my brain for the next week or so

[jakeyt]

i know you dont have a schedule for covet, though its pretty routine that we usually get one chapter a month. i was wondering if you had the intention to put out more then one a month when your on break from school? like spring break and this summer? or if it will stay at one a month and then the series wraps up around September?

not rushing your creative process or anything, your busy IRL understandable!!! just genuinely curious about your work load and writing time available to you and what your aiming for. ❤️ i love covet and your writing is phenomenal thank you for sharing your talent!

I cant wait for chapter 10 so excited!

At this point in time, I think it will stay pretty consistent with one chapter per month! I will be switching jobs come the summertime, so I will be busy training/preparing for that new path in my life.

As for time I give to this story, I dedicate about 80% of my personal time to writing Covet, so I promise I'm almost always working on it. Each chapter just has a strict outline I have to follow to keep consistent with the story as it progresses, and I need to make sure to always include everything to the last detail! lmao (I am diagnosed OCD... is it obvious? hahaha -- rhetorical question bc, yes, I know it is lol) I have several side projects on hold because of how much time this story gets from me -- so those will slowly be trickling out as I finish this series.

You worded this so beautifully and kindly -- I seriously appreciate it so much! Thank you for caring about the story and loving it. I am so grateful that you enjoy my writing -- thank you for saying that. 🥹 It makes my day to know people enjoy this story as much as I do!!

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The (Very) Big Bird Job

Ok time to start S5. Ok the courts just filed in favour of an airplane company. (im dissapointed, i really wanted this to be a Sesame Street crossover, but "plane" will have to do) --- Lesson of the day: Interpol makes good pretzels. Sophie is really pissed they dont get to go back to Nate's place. (I agree with Hardison, and with Elliot if you're gonna use a restaurant as cover do it well) In Sophie's defense, maybe tell her a bit earlier. But Hardison is 100% right to move places. (im assuming real life-wise, its a tax incentive thing, Portland probably gave incentives to TV crews that their previous place didnt) Also Parker and Hardison have officially said the word "dating", which implies that either they were trying to keep it on the down-low last season (did not fool Elliot or Sophie) or that they weren't "official" last season (does not fool me) --- Car-baddy scared me for a sec. Thought Hardison (and the showrunners) went through all this trouble justifying the switch to Portland, only for them to get their covers blown before any scams, cons or heists even happened. But the "they're on the move" is probably about the woman and child who just left Leverage Inc, rather then being about Leverage Inc. --- The Spruce Goose. Well yeah that most certainly is a verry big bird. Im gonna be honest, until he said "what a great man can do when the little people get out of his way", i actually sort of liked the mark. He seemed like a man genuinely passionate on the industry he works in. --- Ooh we get an actual scene of Parker doing burglary stuff. (by which i mean more then just pickpocketing) I get those scenes are probably hard to write/shoot but seeing as literally everyone in the show picks pockets and lifts ID badges every episode it was starting to seem like Parker was getting a bit redundant. --- Are they seriously going to con the guy into thinking he's flying this plane? Like yeah, i know Hardison apparently has an interest in flight simulators (IE: The cross my heart job) but that seems a bit extreme. Also i dont like that this season starts with a 9/11 reference. Like that is a bad sign for media from America that its about to get really Pro-Big Government, Anti-Islam and or generally extremely racistly patriotic. --- Yep they're gonna sell him the bridge, as well as the plane it connects to. --- Sophie sees a theatre for lease. (i assume knowing her and the teams money, she's gonna buy it outright). --- "company kills a guy, pays a fine. You kill a guy you go to jail". Nice work Nate. --- I mean yeah obviously it was in the bear... I suspected it from the start. (i just didnt write it down because, well the other option was they cast a child actor a few years too old for the character and were attempting to smooth over the gaps by giving them a cute little bear. And i felt that was a rude thing to comment on) --- Ah, Nate took a sec to compliment Hardisons' fake blueprints. --- Elliot has finally found a word he can't make sound badass. "i'm only gonna say this once; Give me the... teddy bear." Ok Parker, you just pickpocketed the magazine out of a loaded gun, Without removing the gun. Why do you feel the need to flex like this? You could've just stolen the whole gun. --- Ok Nate. You officially do not get to complain about Hardisons' goldheist. Like, nothing has gone against your plans in this con, you designed the con around Hardisons' ability to turn a plane into a flight sim, and then had him stage a crash-site. --- Well that was a verry well engineered confession. Congrats. --- Ok so our season-arc begins with an ominous shot of Hardison and Nate going behind the teams back on something. No theories yet but "all good things come to an end" is an ominous line for a shows final season to end at.

[barkspawn]

Omg i’d just die if you could write a Shane one shot with my character Lucy. I just got to the part of the game where they have kiddos and I think it’d be really fun to do one where she tells him she’s expecting. Hehe :)

(from Ao3)

I mean I dont want you to die but here's the OS :D

Lucy stared at the stick sitting on the sink, watching it like a hawk. She had been feeling weird for the past two weeks. It wasn't until two days ago when she missed her period that it could even be remotely possible that she could be pregnant. 

So she stared. 

And waited.

Less than five minutes later it appeared. 

She got one of those new, slightly more expensive tests. The ones that simply stated it on the screen: pregnant or not pregnant. 

Fifteen minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty. 

Lucy felt sick. The screen had ‘pregnant’ written right there in plain lettering. But wasn't the ‘not’ supposed to load by now? 

There's no way that she could be pregnant. Well, okay, she could be but… She hadn't even seriously considered this moment. She figured Shane would want time…

Oh. 

Shane. 

What would he say? Would he be happy? Angry? Sad? She couldn't forgive herself if he relapsed because of this. 

She rolled up the test in a tissue and slid it into the medicine cabinet before getting out of the small, suddenly suffocating room. 

She moved out to the living room, curling up on the couch to focus on breathing. 

Margot, her cat, jumped up and chirped, bumping her head against Lucy's arm. She sighed, moving to pet Margot, a frown still playing on her lips. 

“What am I supposed to do?” she hummed, the cat meowing curiously before deciding to curl up on Lucy’s stomach as she lay across the cushions. 

It felt like the blink of an eye before Shane came in, frowning at the sight of his wife not consistently busying herself as she always had. Once he kicked his shoes off, he walked over and lifted her legs, plopping down beside her. 

She just stared at him for a long moment before sitting up and curling up in his lap. 

“Uh-oh, what's wrong?” he teased, though his tone held obvious concern. She shifted and buried her face in his neck, humming as she spoke against his skin, “I just missed you…” she sighed. It wasn't really a lie… She just.. Left out a major part of the fact.

He laughed quietly, shifting to press a kiss to her forehead, “I'm right here, babe,” he smiled as she held on tighter before continuing, “we should get dinner ready. Marnie and Jas will be here in an hour.”

Lucy pulled her head back and frowned, “I completely forgot…”

“‘ts alright,” he hummed, standing up with her bridal style, pulling a laugh from her lips, “we're pretty good on our toes.”

She hung on to him until he set her down on the counter and turned to the freezer, looking around inside. 

She couldn't help but admire him and how far he's come. She and Marnie had talked about surprising Shane with adoption papers for Jas before too… Her expression fell before she heard him say her name again. 

“Luc, are you okay? You've been out of it since I got home.”

“Hmm? Yeah. I'm alright, sorry,” she offered a sweet smile as he pulled a tray from the freezer. 

“Hey, you made extra of that lasagna, what about that?”

She gave a nod before hopping off of the counter and turning to switch the oven on. Shane wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. It was a feeling she adored, leaning back into him as he just held her there. 

Her eyes stung with tears as she took a breath and pulled away. She turned toward the bathroom, Shane watching after her. 

“Can you put it in and set a timer for thirty minutes?” she paused before stepping in, closing the door behind herself and pacing. 

Get it together. 

He's your husband. He loves you. He will love this baby. 

But what if he doesn't want it?

She ran her fingers back through her hair before leaning against the sink, starting her breathing exercises once more. 

Marnie and Jas had just come in, the young girl bounding over to Shane and jumping into his arms. Marnie moved over to give Lucy a warm hug, handing her a small covered dish. 

“Oh, Marn, you didn't have to bring anything,” she smiled, walking it over to the counter. 

“Just a little dessert. Some banana bread just like Shane used to beg me to make,” the older woman teased as Shane cut the lasagna. 

Jas turned and hugged Lucy's leg before Lucy turned and crouched to give the girl a tight hug, “and how is Ms. Jas today?”

“I'm good! There was no school today so Vincent and I went on an adventure!”

Lucy arched her brows and smiled, “what kind of adventure?”

“The kind where you give Aunt Marnie the fright of her life,” Marnie added, Jas giggling. 

“We went all the way to the tower in the woods!”

“Oh, that is quite far.”

Jas bounded off to sit with Margot, who grew used to a kid being around a while ago. 

That's good at least. 

They all got situated at the table and started to eat before Marnie stood, excusing herself, “I almost completely forgot I brought wine for us.”

Oh, no. 

“It's the one you like from Grampleton, dear,” she called to Lucy, “where are your glasses?” 

“Above the sink,” she paused, “none for me though, I appreciate it.”

“Oh? Are you sure?” Marnie took a glass down as Lucy nodded. Lucy took a sip of her water, startled slightly by the look Shane was giving her. 

Dinner went by smoothly otherwise. Lucy was cleaning up in the kitchen when she heard Shane call for her from the bedroom. She gave a small wave to their guests that she'd be right back before going into their room, freezing in her tracks at the sight of Shane with the tissue-wrapped test. 

Without warning she was crying, words falling where they could about how she didn't understand and she was sorry she didn't tell him right away. 

“Hey, hey,” he pulled her into a tight hug, rocking her a bit, “talk to me.”

“I... I just thought you'd be upset or…” 

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, “are you kidding?” he started, his smile growing as he spoke, “I have an amazing wife and a gorgeous house that I already get to spend my life with, and now I get to be a dad?”

His own voice cracked a bit, a small laugh coming out, “holy fuck, I'm going to be a dad.”

His happiness was infectious as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her in his arms before stealing a kiss and wiping away her (still) falling tears. 

“What did you just say?”  they heard Marnie call from the sitting room, Shane rushing out to see what happened, Lucy not far behind. 

“Heard Uncle Shane say it,” Jas shrugged, playing with some of the toys Shane keeps around for her. Marnie turned, wide-eyed and shocked. 

“Is this why you invited us tonight?”

Shane seemed genuinely confused, glancing back at Lucy before back to Marnie. 

“Marn, I have no idea what's going on.”

“Like hell you don't,” Marnie stood and went straight to Lucy, looking her over.

Lucy looked at Shane, who shared a look of shock and confusion. 

“You aren't showing yet, so you're not too far…” Marnie started, taking the younger woman by the shoulders, “when did you find out?”

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't, her eyes moving to Shane as a plea. 

He came over and wrapped his arm around her waist with a sigh, “I have no idea how Jas even… Well, whatever. Yes, Lucy is pregnant.”

Hearing it out loud sent a chill down her spine. She watched as Shane held a hand up, stopping the question before she asked, “Marn, you found out less than a minute after I did.”

Marnie looked like she felt both horrified and guilty, looking at Lucy, who cut in, “I only found out about 30 minutes before Shane got home… So not even five hours ago. It's all... New and I think we’re still… Building a reaction.”

She looked up at Shane, who kissed her forehead, “that bein’ said, that means you can't tell anyone. Not even Lewis.”

Marnie started to protest but backed down, ultimately understanding. Shane called out, “hey Jas?”

“Yes, Uncle Shane?”

“This about me bein’ a dad, remember what we said about secrets?”

She smiled brightly, turning her gaze to him, “secrets are like surprises!”

He smiled, “that's right. Do you think you can keep my secret for a little while?”

She paused for a second, “can I tell Vincent?”

“Nope. No one but us.”

She pouted but looked up at Marnie, “okay! I can talk to Aunt Marnie about it!”

Lucy laughed, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. Marnie gathered their things despite telling her they didn't have to go. She insisted though, telling them they need to sit down and process it. 

The couple sent home their family with leftovers, the banana bread left behind for them. Once the door was closed, Lucy turned and looked up at Shane before shuffling into his arms. 

“I can't decide if I want to cuddle, cry, or kiss you,” she sighed, burying her face in his chest, “is this what it's going to be like?”

He laughed, wrapping her in a warm hug, his head resting on hers, “maybe. But I'll be here to help with whatever you may decide. Just don't make me go to Pierre’s at 4 am.”

She laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek, “you're going to be an amazing dad, you know.”

Shane laughed, the sound clipped, “I hope so. I've been a fuck up until this point.”

“We all are messes. But you're doing incredibly with Jas,” her eyes started to water, “and I just picture you with a little baby, our little baby... And I…” 

He held her there, fighting off laughter as she playfully smacked him. 

“You know I would never be angry with you for this, right?” Shane couldn't help but ask as they got ready for bed.

“I mean, I do. But when you have something that huge that just hit you like a ton of bricks… Everything scares you.”

She climbed into bed and he held his arms open for her, “I gotcha. Well, I'll never be mad about this kind of stuff. I might pass out if you tell me you're having more than one, but never angry.”

“Oh, Yoba forbid,” she shuddered, joking as she lay curled up to his chest. He laughed as she pressed a kiss to his chest. “It doesn't feel real. Me? Carrying a baby that we made?”

He chuckled, “that's usually how it works.”

[jellorat]

My Schedule as a Barely Functioning Adult

This is what I am dealing with in the next few weeks:

11/23/22 - Take a load over to the new house, drive 1 hour to IKEA to pick up items we bought, drive back, and put them together. Today's complication was brought to us by IKEA not having things in stock the first time, and also giving us a reopened an half-assembled Alvari drawer with the wrong drawer slides in it, and going back and getting the wrong drawer slide AGAIN! I suppose one fuck up out of 10 years of purchases is decent odds, so I will allow it.

11/24/22 - Ignore Thanksgiving, and pack the house for moving. Maybe go to a restaurant and eat sad restaurant thanksgiving. Not sure what's happening with this. Wife is in charge.

11/25/22 - Ignore the holiday, pack the house and maybe take items over before movers. There is NO WAY we are letting them touch $600 Flu Vogs. Like who would risk that leather?

11/26/22 - Continue packing. Maybe take things. Maybe not.

11/27/22 - Even god got a rest day, so we plan on sitting in our cramped apartment, probably in bed because it will be the only place without boxes. We will do nothing! Because we are both old, and plan on being sore and exhausted.

11/27/22 - 11/30/22 Work. My job is a dumpster fire right now, and my boss and I have been entangled in a HR incident where she shared my medical issues to attempt to prevent a transfer to a different team. She's a total fucking shit, and it went so well that her boss is all over her right now, so things are tense. ALSO, pack for my wife's trip to Arizona for Electrolysis.

12/1/22 - Silently try not to panic at the idea of heading ot the airport at 0400 in the morning. Work the day, while being completely distracted, and trying not ot panic at my bosses complete incompetent shenanigans. (Hence the attempt to transfer in the first place.)

12/2/22 - Got to Airport. Support wife while she has to grow out her beard. Be anxious with TSA. Get to Arizona, get to Rental Car, get wife to electrolysis, and check into the hotel. Get back to my wife, and keep her company so I am at least there when someone says something shitty to her. Which is an ongoing theme.

12/3/22 - Get wife to all day electrolysis again. Say nothing except polite niceties. Big mask. Big mask!

12/4/22 - Get to airport, drop off rental, go through TSA, get back home, then drive back to our apartment. Realize it's all boxes, and not relaxing at all. Lay in a malaise of post Arizona funk, and be silently grateful our transgender asses don't live there.

12/5/22 - This should have been a post Arizona rest day, but nope! This will be the kick off of the final packing preparations. Moving are coming on the 10th. Call and confirm! Double check everything. Take anything that needs to go over, over, so the movers dont' have art and fragile things to move.

12/6/22 to 12/8/22 - Work in a shit show and look for new job posting at work so I can try and transfer again.

12/9/22 - Go to state capital to fight the unique transgender fight of trying to get my 30 year old marriage certificate amended to our new names. This requires an act of god, a 6th month wait for this appointment, and hoping all the name change court documents will be enough. Then! Drive back home, and take all electronics to the new house. We will take all TVs, and the four gaming consoles, plus two expansive computer set ups. We are talking endless monitors, KVM switches, and god knows what.

12/10/22 - MOVING DAY! Professional movers will come for boxes and furniture at 9am. We will anxiously watch and panic until all items are in the new house. Then we will probably unpack some.

12/11/22 - Unpack more.

12/12/22 - Unpack more.

12/13/22 - Not working, just laying in bad thinking thank god it's over and recovering.

I need an adult that is not me. This is the time I do wish I had a family to help. It's just my wife and I and we are also fighting executive dysfunction issues, and this is a lot for 3 weeks.

[teamfreewill2pointo]

they seem to keep J2s work load at cons pretty even, so if they were to add a jenmish panel i feel like they would been to add another thing for jared also. and if thats a mishalecki panel then thats also considerably more work for misha too. i just think people dont understand how much limited time they have to add things. they also dont just do panels their days are full of M&gs, photo ops and autos as well. also they arent going to eliminate the j2 panel for jenmish panel.

Panels are extra work for the cast and don't bring in extra money and they already struggle with fitting everyone into the tight schedule with new projects making it harder for people to get time off.

The reason why jib and Creation UK + Hon have J+M panels is because they have the cast for more days, so they are able to spread out the load.

When they switch over to the expanded universe, we might get more J2M others panels than J2, but it also depends on the availability of J2M. This is why I get annoyed at the fans who want Jensen to be "booked and busy" but are also upset that Jensen doesn't have solo panels at Creation cons.

Also, twitter/tumblr fandom is so different than con fandom. Cockles is the most popular pairing on twitter/tumblr, but J2 are the most popular pairing at conventions. Don't take my word for it, but look at the number of ops sold. Creation is all about $$$. If they thought they could get more $$$ by switching one of the panels from J2 to Cockles, they'd do it in a heartbeat. Jared wouldn't mind the extra time off.

[ozomatli-9]

Netflix ahh storyline...

A self preservational main character who toils in themselves about being an immortal vampire who has to live in night time for all eternity. He works as a security guard for facilities or a bouncer type (he himself would address an issue rather than intervene directly). He feeds on those he's intimate with, but people dont really stick around him long enough for him to maintain a consistent diet (because hes a drag), because of his overall inactivity, he doesn't need to feed too regularly. He meets someone he really likes so much that he doesn't even feed , and he starts working on himself. He goes feeding less intimately and instead hunts and prowls in the night, feasting on unsuspecting victims the standard vampire shtick so he can be vital and show his commitment to her. She also starts taking steps to show her commitment to them. Till eventually, in a playful way, he plays with the hypothetical that what if he was a vampire and the only way they can be together forever is if he turned her into a vampire then she giggles dismissively and shes like oh then I would slay you because im apart of a sacred order of knights that slays unholy dreg beasts and she shows him a brand in her scalp ad the guys like 👁👁 i thought you guys disbanded back in the 1312 and shes like yea we did but thats just so we can live our normal lives while continuing our sacred duties casually also how do u know about that and hes like oh uhhhh i am a bit of a history nut and shes like whattt me too and the guy cunningly switches the conversation to history and he offers her his personal insights to certain events acting as though he just dies his research and shes like "thats exactly how I remembered it", but quietly to herself as he goes on showing his hand confirming her perspective of being a vampire ... anyways time goes on, and eventually, shes like my family would love to meet you and the guys like erm gulp sure and hes like yeah lets go out at steak dinner at night and shes like no I was just gonna take you to there home just as a handshake sort of thing this weekend afternoon and the guys like .... !!! okay and he loads up on blood by increasing his night vampiring slapping hands with fellow niggas of the night and then its time and hes out and about kinda looking and feeling like shit cuz the sunlight is cooking him up and hes being extra awkward and weird to limit his exposure but luckily her families estate is like surrounded by trees. So hes just getting peppered with sunlight, and as soon as they roll up the chicks, family is like .... bruh again with this bullshit you brought another one them over here and the vampire guy (whos black btw) assumes theyre just being racist and is like what do u mean them and the dads like a monster, by the looks of it a vampire this time and hes like ... ermm check, please, and the chicks (whose half asian half white) like yaa, and im gonna keep bringing them till you all stop being old-fashioned and accept that monsters are not all inherently evil. And the dads like again, oh yeah, then why has there been an increase in attacks in the city leading up to this day, and she's like because he loves me and felt like he had to feed in secrecy. Just to shake your hand and the guys like, so how would he feed if not under the cover of darkness in the night blood letting is inherently violent. Then they get into a really philisophical debate about how life is violent and how their violence is better than their violence yadda yadda then she lays out a blue print on how he can become a manager and use his vampire ability of creating minions to create jobs for people doing bs job stuff and just feed on them willingly giving him blood as part of their job and the dads like ur so smart daughter and shes like how does that sound to the vampire guy and he already booked it out the front door at the prospect of becoming an office manager type . ..

[cainconfessionals]

curtain call

the performance is over and you're out with our friends. all that remains of us is camera flashes, your arm brushing against mine, and your back as you walk away.

when i look through the pictures there's something unspoken hanging in every last space between us, echoed by the lump in my throat. and the board you made is slipping through my sweaty fingers, but i can't say this out loud because i know it wouldn't make sense; how do you tell someone you're afraid of their handwriting?

forced proximity and implied distance speak to an irony that i will never fully be able to put into words. but you smile when i wave and we've never needed words to communicate anyways. so i hope you get what i mean when i say that sometimes when i look at our pictures i dont recognise us anymore, and i don't think it's just the masks.

the thing is that i don't know how to tell you this, because i don't really know how to tell you anything anymore. and i keep trying to write about something else, i keep trying to get away from this. but i've rehearsed this so many times that i could do it in my sleep, i've spent a lifetime learning the steps. when i walk onstage and the lights come on it doesn't even feel like performance anymore, only routine. how could i fight it? you're my first instinct, my second nature. so i can't help myself, even when there's a hall of people watching, even when my closest friends and family are sitting in the audience. i keep trying to write about something else, but everything always ends up being about you.

and some nights i feel like i could live on applause alone, when love comes calling in their voices and blooms in the bouquets they bear. but some days i get into costume and i can't breathe because of the collar around my neck and the tightness in my chest, like my heart is swelling up against my ribs and the only way to cure it is to bleed it out. so i dip my fingers in blood and start to scrawl, until all my walls are scarlet stained and the room stinks of iron. and i sit expectantly at the doorway, waiting for you to enter, only to realise that this dressing room is a cell, and your key is clicking in the lock.

i didn't mean for this to get gory, but i guess by now we're both familiar with my violent streaks. and you know i never mean to target you, but i'm sorry for turning you into collateral all the same. the problem is that you make me feel loved and one of us must be punished for it.

so someone needs to draw the curtains. flip the switches and let light flood the theatre once more. but where does one performance end and the other begin? and when i finally emerge, loaded with baggage, how do i look you in the eyes? i step into the spotlight of your gaze and the notes just come tumbling out.

i used to take it as a sign that we never needed words to speak, but now i wonder if it was a skill born of necessity. because what if i can never find the words to explain how i feel about you? performative sincerity and artificial authenticity and one day we will speak again but we will never be who we once were. history may repeat itself but i fear we aren't afforded that same luxury. and if art is subject to interpretation then all these words are meangingless anyways. i am my own biggest critic and you are the poem i can't stop writing. and it doesn't even matter what you say, because i'm inventing my own readings anyway. my text is so overwhelmed with annotations i can barely read the original work. and you have vanished beneath my vocabulary, sinking into simile and absorbed by alliteration. the very opposite of a missing metaphor -- a metaphor for missing.

so when i look through these pictures of us i can't ignore the revelation. that this whole time i thought you were in the audience, clapping courteously, but you've long since walked out. i'm not just performing for you anymore, you have become the piece i perform. and i could spend the rest of my life reciting your name, but now the performance is over, and all that remains of us is this empty theatre, my last words ringing in the silence.

[sajaffery]

3...

i have to come up with a different proverb. maybe a new one. this is harder then i thought. but im really enjoying doing it. it feels like a wrting exercise. shit! it is a wrting exercise and i hate those. i absolutely hate them because they feel gimicky and unimaginative. but i came up with this on my own. so is it unimaginative? wait isnt there something called free association writing? is that what im doing right now? im not sure. i dont think youre allowed to think in that you’re just supposed to write and write and write and write. but how can you write without thinking? okay charger has been plugged back in and i can stop and think again. full disclosure by the way i am cheating to a certain extent because i keep editing every fifth mistake i make. im still leaving a lot in there to make this feel authentic. i felt like adding an emoticon there. cue self loathing. but no wait. old white men dont like emoticons do they? that good we like that. but young white girls do like emoticons. and justin bieber. dont know which way to turn now. lets move on. and i’m blank. i cant get justin bieber out of my head. good thing its not young white girls because that would be creepy. andd liable. is liable the right word. i want to google but i cant. new rule! no googling allowed. just train of…no no no. we cant use that either no trains allowed. old white men use trains. river of thoughts? cheesy. to similar to stream of consciousness, which isnt so bad because Virgina Woolf is a dead white woman. and i hate to love joyce. Love Dubliners. Love the idea of Ulysses, despite never getting past page 50 and not understanding what the hell happened in the forty or so pages i do read. except a young jesuit was or wasnt shaving. no word count either. new rule. im always checking word count to make myself feel good but we wont be doing that anymore. but i cant do this in the mornings anymore. not when i have to write. i mean seriously write because i would like to get published one day. read my name on the cover of a book. a hardback thak you very much because i do still love those (dead white men be damned) even if i dont particulalrly like paying for them. 15.99 for a book is ridiculous. especially when you can get it for 1p plus shipping costs in a few months time. i just cheated again. i deleted a whole paragraph i dint like anymore. its just felt repetitive like i was just telling you the same thing all over again in different word. filler. and we don’t like filler. its something EL James would use. i’m so glad EL James has become the by word for bad literature. she fully deserves it and im not just saying that because shes made a shit load of money. it does help though.it also helps that everyone seems to know who she is. James Patterson is equally shit, actually hes a different kind of shit. those alex cross books werent too bad to begin with. they certainly made good movies. anything with morgan freeman is a good movie. i hope if god does exist he does look like him. i wouldnt mind listening to him for all off eternity then. but then he started buying up unpublished manuscripts, polishing them up and printing them as his own with the real author getting a co-write. that fucking pisses me off. and he has the nerve to defend it by saying that he’s helping young unpublished authors. no you’re not asshole youre just printing money and using struggling authors just like every other arsehole looking to make a quick buck is. but you cant badmouth patterson because most nonreaders don’t know about him. but everybody knows EL James. god bless anal beads. okay im back. its the same day but i just posted this went downstairs to make some more green tea and came back up to add a little more to it. had two slices of chocolate cake too. i thought i was eating more because i was having a hard time writing but apparently i just like cake. and stuffing myself to point of explosion. edited slices and explpsion. there must be a way to switch off the squiggly lines that come up while im wrting this. typing. i’m only typing this.

[transmandrake]

Not even all that far into it to make a solid jusdgement but MAN... real disappointed with pikmin 4 so far.

Its not really fair to take it into account but they MUST have built the game to be played multiplayer so its relevant to singleplayer, but man. The multiplayer is. Busted. You can shoot enemies from extremely far away without aggroeing them and you can break things before you have the pikmin that can break them. So unless it straight up lets you sequence break, the whole game must be built around you being able to do that, so there wont be a single point in the game where youll see an obstacle you cant smash yet. Idk if thats coherent.

The fucking dog. The fucking handholding. Theres so much useless dialogue. Its like an hour until you actually control a pikmin. (Not counting the intro because there might as well have been no pikmin because The Fucking Dog can do everything. The only things 2 player cant do it seems is things the dog can do so me and my friend decided to Use Pikmin As Little As Possible just to see how far we could get. Got uh. Pretty Fuckin Far. But ehhhhh should i really take into account the multiplayer. Idk.) The point of the game. Controlling little guys. Getting more little dudes. Interacting with the world. I like the treasures so far, people seem pretty split on 2's gameloop and, while i havent finished it, i do like ot more than 3's fundamentally broken fruit motivation but thats neither here nor there.

Idk. I dont even really mind if its an easy game! Thats fine! But this just feels so... unpikmin. Its like theyre embarrassed to have you manage these guys so they made a bigger guy.

The tutorials... idk. The game holds your hand for like half an hour and then when you finally get to The Pikmin they dont explain anythign!?!?!?!? They tell you how to charge woth the dog at least twice and then just dont tell you you can throw pikmin or that you can make more pikmin by harvesting pellets.

...gh.. i dont want to make any judgements without finishing the game but... the plot... completely invalidates pikmin 1? Why. They released a bundle of the first two games for people to catch up on and just said 'yeah that didnt happen'. Okay.

Are... the dogs... what. Planet. Are they from. Olimars dog has a plant tail like a pikmin but yours dont... do they address that. Are dogs just the universal constant. I dont even mind that Its A Dog its just so mechanically obtrusive and confusing plotwise...

Also its a nitpick but the loading screen has a blue pikmin... with a nose. *twitches*

Heyeheyey. Hey. The fucking loading times. Fucking hell. My switch was like a day one purchase but like... no joke i thought my game crashed upon starting it because it was on for a straight 5 minutes before it got off the nintendo logo. What the fuck. And every cave and every day is a solid minute of waiting....

I dunno. I really hope restarting it and playing it alone helps and that the plot picks up, and... that its actually good, but :[ not feeling very hopeful so far :[

We figured you can just let the dog get knocked out, and then only use them when theyre required, cuz i kept sending it off when i wanted to throw a pikmin because the selector evidently just defaults to the stupid fuckin dog

[basilly]

tumblr tips & things!

after growing rlly fast, i just wanted to provide some maybe helpful tips + things you could do if you’re a smaller blog! i am in no means an expert, I am still learning but this is what i’ve learned, specifically abt the mcyt tumblr community

disclaimer you DO NOT have to follow these, these are what ive learned and my opinion, but i think most writers can agree on this

its a lot of info im sorry ajdba but feel free to reblog and add ur own info!

1. tags!

theyre superrr important if you want exposure for your works + writing pieces, just make sure to tag accordingly

meaning: do not cross tag, or main tag, (ex do not tag just dream alone) keep ‘x reader’ content under the ‘x reader tags’

^people get uncomfortable with x readers and sometimes they slip through the filtered tags

my go-tos for tags are mcyt or cc name then the following prefixes- x reader, x y/n, x you, fanfic, fanfiction

if you have a fic for dream, DO NOT TAG george, it makes it confusing

also tags for ur random posts r super helpful because if someone doesnt want to see it, they can filter it out (my talking tag is basilly blabs)

adding a tag for the ppl you interact for! i like doing this cuz i can easily search a tag on my blog to see my prev interactions w/ them (ex. if i interact w/ userA then i tag userA’s username)

2. create some sort of brand

of course u can switch it up, but using ur own theme makes ur work recognizable to others

like mine is my banner- i use it on every of my works + important posts, so ppl can recognize me

banners can be found on the internet or twitter (but pls credit the artist w/ permission) i found mine on google

for super thin page dividers, i use ibis paint (mobile app) and made a super thin canvas (3405x57) and filled it w/ my theme color

3. plspls dont beat yourself up for rejecting requests or feeling uncomfortable

you are not forced to write requests, if they make you feel uncomfortable you can decline

also if you’re not happy with the work, you can spend the time to revise + edit, we will wait for work you are happy with!

+ if you are stuck with some details on writing smth, ask a mutual or others! more brains and more ideas!

4. same goes for writers block & health issues

we all get it sometimes, no one is pressuring you and if they are, its your blog, you decide. and your health matters more

5. the mcyt tumblr community is SUPER NICE

if u wanna be moots aka mutuals (follow each other) literally shoot them any message and they’ll respond so kindly

ive talked to so many incredible moots who I absolutely adore theyre so kind

also interacting w/ moots: they can reblog your work, creating exposure but do not expect reblogs, and same to you we are not expected to reblog

6. please check a cc’s boundaries before writing

@/smp-boundaries has a majority listed, and if not, ask!

7. if u have any questions, just ask!

lots of ppl will not even mind that much, like i said theyre super kind

8. navigation + masterlists!!

super important for everyone to see your rules, works, all put into one spot, it makes it 10x easier

9. backup ur works + asks

tumblr can be glitchy so its always helpful to back up works on google docs or smth similar

having ur whole fic deleted is not fun and demotivating

asks can be backed up by sending them to ur linked email- this has helped loads for me

10. dont worry too much abt likes + follows

all blogs start out small and as you go and keep persisting, ppl will start noticing + following, its all abt perseverance + trust the process

even when fics r rllllyy good, tumblr has its own bad days and u get low notes- dont let this discourage you

11. anonymous asks!

some ppl get nervous and request on anon! personally think theres more requests that way

12. small text or read mores!

internet is a great help w/ this and itll give you guides and step by step instructions

mobile also is a lot harder to make an aesthetic blog, so a laptop or pc or chromebook is super helpful

13. for max notes, post at ‘prime times’

i think the queue tells u when the prime time is to post for ur time zone, but also a google search is super helpful

or, guess and check! trial and error- i did this and found the best time to post for me

once you find it, you can schedule or queue your work so it posts for you!

14. if there’s sensitive topics pls add TW and CW

as writers yes we try to cover some topics that ppl request but we dont want to trigger others, so at the top include TW// (trigger warning) or CW// (content warning) and add a cut or read more

do not put CW or TW on content creators- no matter how bad they are, its rude and dehumanizing

15. Formatting is SUPER important!

if you do not separate your lines of dialogue or paragraphs, chances are people WILL skip over it. it makes it hard to read and sometimes it is’t worth people’s time

rule of thumb is make a new paragraph every time someone speaks and indicate who is talking or make is distinguishable!

if your fic is over 500 words, id add a cut as well! if you dont know how:

on mobile: type :readmore: in a new paragraph and hit enter w/out a space after the readmore

pc/laptop: new paragraph, three dots far right

Smut also def has its own set of rules but i am not a nsfw blog- main things i can say is please add cuts and check for cc’s boundaries

thats all i have for now,,, i might add in the future!

not everyone’s experiences are the same but this is whats worked and happened for me and what i found to be useful, i hope this helps you as well, if it doesnt, thats fine too!

[hops-hunny]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow

CHAPTER 1

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: (Y/n) lives a normal life. But that’s the issue, it’s normal, it’s plain, and it’s growing boring. Everyday she wishes for something, anything to spice up her life. But, when her old school friend (and crush) shows up at her bakery with a new look (and what looks like a new life), what will it bring for her? Will their puppy love grow? Will his big secret lead to the end of them or will it spark a new beginning?

Warnings: None for this chapter!

A/N: Nothing major happens in this chapter, this is sorta just like the beginning stages.

(Y/n) let out a load groan, hand searching aimlessly for the alarm clock on her side table. “Where is it?!” she continued to slap her hand around on her table, many objects falling to the floor before her hand finally landed on the right one, the rooster noises ceasing as her hand collided with the big snooze button. She rolled over, sighing as she stared at her speckled ceiling. “Perhaps I really should take the time to learn how to use the alarm on my phone.” it wasn’t that she was bad with technology persay. It’s just if it was produced after the year of 2008 you could forget it. Could you really blame her though? During all her years at Hogwarts, she had never made the switch her fellow classmates made with modern technology. Sure she had a smart phone but the only thing she could manage to do with it is call, text, and make notes in the notes app (something she had just recently learned as well).

Unwillingly, she crawled out of bed, stretching as she let out a large yawn, bones snapping and cracking like a New Year’s firework. She made her way to the bathroom, looking into the same mirror she always did, watching the light in the center flicker the same way as always. Life for (Y/n) was seemingly unchanging. Day after day, month after month, was spent exactly the same. She’d wake up, get ready for work, and then travel a few blocks down the street to open the bakery. Her bakery.

It wasn’t that (Y/n) didn’t enjoy what she did. She happened to enjoy her job very much. All her friends at Hogwart’s had encouraged her, giving her the push she need to travel the journey of opening her own business. It was something she had always wanted to do but her parents begged her not to. In their words they didn’t want ‘an over zealous and unrealistic’ daughter on ther hands. However, their rude words simply were fuel to the fire. During her 5th year, she began to busk tables at various shops in Hogsmeade. It was hard work, balancing long shifts at 3 different shops and still maintaining decent scores in each class. But, she knew if she couldn’t handle that then there was no way she’d be able to handle running a bakery. So day in and day out she’d work, and work, and work and by the end of her 7th year she had a decent amount of money saved up! 

The first issue had been finding a place in a good area that would gain traction and attention while the second one was finding someone willing to sell to someone fresh out of school with no prior business experience. She’d spoken to many people in various different places, some good, and some bad before she finally had been blessed with the chance of meeting Mary and her wife Denise. It was a miracle really. (Y/n) was short on the money, exponentially so however, Mary had sold to her anyways. She said she saw a passion in the girl that she hadn’t seen for a very long time and that it was something she wanted to help foster considering she had had her time to live her dreams and explore passions of her own. So with that, a handshape was exchanged for a beat up envolope filled with the entirety of the girl’s life savings. She had invested every nickel and dime she had ever earned into the place and she prayed it wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Which brought her to where she was today: a proud owner of a highly successful business. And of course, with great business comes a nice chunk of money which caught her parents’ attention. They had began to call her everyday but when that they didn’t work, they showed up at her shop unannounced. At first, she had felt warm inside. Her usual cold and distant parents had come to visit her! However, when they started crunching out numbers and percentages, that short lived happiness was replaced by irritation in which she quickly kicked them out, placing a charm on the building that when they’d attempt to enter (if they really, truly, had the balls to come back), their bodies would be flung right back onto the sidewalk into the heaping piles of trash on the city side walks. Now, (Y/n) was by no means wealthy, but she made a nice amount of money to be engaging in something she enjoyed so heavily, which is why she was confused where they had gotten the idea she had money to share with the main two people who were the cause of her insecurities. Plus, every extra dollar she had she put right back into the shop. Paying her workers, building maintenance, ingredients. She wasn’t a fan of having too much money, her family had shown her what that could cause (and how easily you could lose it all). 

Yet still sometimes she found herself wishing she could live the lavish lifestyle her parents once did. She mainly dreamed more so of the more engaging parts instead of the status and power that came with it. As she frosted various different cakes with thick buttercream, her mind would wonder to vivid imagery of beautiful hotel rooms, with breath taking views. Michelin five star meals, coated in delicious cream sauces. Endless adventure waiting to be discovered.

And yet here she was, sitting at a table as she stuffed her face with a raspberry marzipan cupcake. It was a Wednesday, first one of the month and as per usual, her and Twyla were set together, sampling cakes, chocolates, and other treats for the upcoming days. Wednesday had been the official day  they had chosen due to the slowed flow of people that would come in. (Y/n) liked to have a different theme each day of the week. The customers lived for it and she had massed a group of frequenters who came each day, wondering what the theme would be that day.

“You know boss, I’ve gotta say it. Working here and sampling all these cakes with you is giving me quite the ass!” Twyla said, turning around as she wiggled her ass in the girl’s face for emphasis. (Y/n) giggled, rolling her eyes as she swatted at the girl, missing as she jumped away from her last minute. “Hey! You gotta take me out to dinner first for that.”

“Just because we’re sampling cakes doesn’t mean that the store is closed! Anyone could walk in at any moment and would you really want that to be their first experience here?” she asked, eyes scanning the silver platter in front of them. She decided on the new dessert flavored chocolates she had been working on. Popping it into her mouth, she let out a moan of approval.

“I mean, I dont’ see why not! We’d definitely make a lot more money with a cake like mine!” the blue haired girl said, sitting down as she grabbed a chocolate as well. “Besides, I don’t think those little noises you’re making would help the scene.” she stated, snickering as the girl across from her tensed up.

“It-it’s not like that! The chocolate- it just- I just- ugh!” she stuttered out, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest, pouting at the girl. “If you’re gonna keep being mean we can end this process. Just tell me what you think of the blueberry pie chocolate so I can know if we’re adding it to tomorrow’s spread.”

“Oh come on (Y/n) it’s good! Every first Wednesday we sit here, you overly critique yourself, then me and Tiana end up picking out our favorites for the next day!” Twyla was right, even their patterns for trying new things remained the same. (Y/n) wiped her messy hand on her aprons, sighing as she stood up to go back to her position behind the counter. Her employee followed, grabbing the platter to put back into the kitchen before joining her boss behind the counter.

“You’re right. I swear everyday is beginning to feel the same.” She opened her notepad, beginning to take inventory of the sweets they had in the display counter. “I’m grateful for everything I have, I really am. But sometimes I just wish I could have something, anything….”

“New?” the green eyed girl added, catching the (h/c) haired girl’s attention. She nodded, looking at the girl who had snuck a cookie out of the glass case. “I feel ya, girl. Everyday feels the same. Sometimes even when new people come in, I can already tell how they’re going to be. How they’ll act, what they’ll order, what method of payment they’ll use.” (Y/n) eyed the girl up, raising a brow.

“Are you sure you’re not just using legilimens?” she questioned, watching as the girl shifted on her feet, scratching the back of her neck.

“Okay so maybe I do sometimes. But a lot of the times I don’t! Like the other day this weird guy came in and- woah. (Y/n) I don’t wanna freak you out but I have a feeling those hotties in suits across the street are going to be walking in here soon.” Twyla said, in an uncharacteristically quiet tone. The shorter girl followed her friend’s gaze, looking out the glass doors across the street. Three unfamiliar men were crossing over, all in suits that she could only assume cost as much as four months of rent. However, the one in the middle really caught her eye.

Before she knew it, the bell chimed and the three of them made their way in. They looked very out of place in the brightly decorated shop. The one in the middle looked the most important, towering over the other two men. He had dark slicked back hair, an eyebrow piercing, and tattoos that were visible on his neck and hands (which had a few beautiful looking rings on them (none of which were a wedding band…)), yet his hazel eyes held a soft look to them. To his left was a redhead boy, freckles danced all along his face. His eyes were bloodshot from god knows what. He had tattoos as well (not as many as the middle man) and a few unique ear piercings. The guy to the hot tall guy’s right was attractive too but not nearly as serious looking as the other two. In fact, he was humming a song under his breath, a smile causing the tattoo on the right side of his face to crease. 

As she went to open her mouth to greet them, the man in the middle eye’s grew wide, his mouth gaping as he stared at her. He walked closer, examining her face closely which caused her to grow confused.

“I’m...I’m sorry. Do I know you?” she asked.

“(Y/n)?” she gasped at the sound of the familiar voice, her notepad and pen dropping from her hands. She made her way around the counter, staring up at the tall man.

“Neville?!”

NEXT||

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[darealsaltysam]

what your paladins main says about you

a comprehensive essay by a paladins player of right around 4 years

this is like really long so i’ll make it under the cut so my followers don’t have to scroll through this if they don’t wanna

(for context i’m a current maeve main, i used to main skye and sha lin and played tyra a long while ago)

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Androxus

it’s not a phase, mum

“i don’t care we don’t have healer, i’m really good at him i swear”

you ult every time it loads in and you die before the final shot

your favorite mode is siege because you can fly up and shoot the whole point on ult

you’re usually really stand-offish and don’t communicate much and/or a 13 year old boy with anger issues

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Ash

you are level-headed but in a scary way

you will hold the point solo even if it costs you your streak

“get on the point” “guys get on the point” “attack the objective”

you’ll ult to save yourself 99% of the time

good leader

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Atlas

you probably used to main lex or androxus before he came out

“he’s like a flank, but a tank, he’s great!”

you chase after solo kills instead of sticking to the point

healers hate you, flanks and damages fear you

your favorite mode is death match

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Barik

you’re a former/current tf2 player looking for something fresh

you don’t like working too hard so you spam turrets on the point and hope for the best

“healer stick to me i’m boutta ult”

actually really nice between rounds

but you don’t communicate much mid-game and kind of do your thing

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Bomb King

you’re a really old player. you have the beta makoa skin and you were there when lex was first released. veteran’s discount.

your favorite maps are the old ones and they barely show up any more

the team always underestimates you

“who plays bomb king in 2021 lol?”

you need a hug

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Buck

“wait, he’s a flank? i thought he was a tank??”

you’re also a veteran in the game

you’re a dying breed. i like never see you. do you even exist?

you’ve been here since like the first day of the game

buck gets so many skins and you want all of them but the best you have is a random recolor

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Cassie

sweetest person alive

“we can do it guys! let’s try to all rush the point this time!”

you are the bane of every flank

the opposing team hates you, your own team kind of doesn’t notice you’re there

*casually gets a pentakill*

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Corvus

you know those weirdly political kids who like ww2 and know the details of every tank to ever exist? yeah that’s you

but like that’s corvus. as a character.

but no one ever plays him.

like i never even see him do you exist???

you are a cryptid.

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Dredge

yo ho you’re a hoe

no seriously the other team views you and they FEAR you

“yeah i just got a penta kill” “YOU WHAT?” “eyes on the point mate don’t get distracted”

hella good at the game and hella casual about it

you like onslaught on the one sea map the most

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Drogoz

another veteran, are we?

you’re either useless or can wipe out a whole team in seconds. there is no in-between.

you always have a really cool skin.

dovahkiin, dovahkiin...

“i don’t care about the point i gotta get them trips”

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Evie

you bought her because you thought she was cute, admit it

*turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right before dying* *turns into ice right be

your personality type is identical to her. no question about that.

always buys faster reload and better speed

strangely good communication with the team

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Fernando

gay gay homosexual gay

“he’s kinda hot if you look at him the right way”

fernando is the tank for gay people

you are gay people

i don’t have much more to say

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Furia

mum energy. not as much as inara mains, but still, mum energy.

will protect every member of the team with your life, even the flanks

you’ve been maining her since she was first added

i bet you didn’t even know she’s canonically seris’ sister

“we’ve literally failed to capture the point the last 3 times we might as well give up and go to another game”

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Grohk

“yeah i have a gremlincore tumblr blog, how could you tell?”

i honestly have no words

you’re kind of like a catboy but a racoon

do you even heal the team or do you just pretend

you were there when lex got announced and thought he was cringe, now everyone finally agrees with you

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Grover

he was your first purchased character and he’s stuck around ever since

he’s the only healer you can play well

“i am groot lmao”

you would never say a word to your team

would give your life for the tank but that’s about it

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Imani

daenerys targaryen on drugs

your favorite anime is my hero academia

your husbando is todoroki

you see where i am going with this

“team protect me i’m gonna ult” *dies 5 seconds into ult*

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Inara

BIG MUM ENERGY

your team is your family. you will protect them with your life.

can only hold your own with a good healer so you have good teamwork going for you

*cutely places wall in front of your ult*

useless in tdm so you stick to onslaught, siege and koth

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Io

are you a furry, furry, or a furry?

“victow! dont ult on my tweam pwease! uwu!”

you 100% find her attractive in some way shape or form

you are either a 30 year old redditor who enjoys loli content or a 16 year old teen who is playing a shooter for the first time

she’s kind of cute, i guess

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Jenos

i can never tell if i’m going to absolutely destroy you or if you’re gonna kick my ass

*cutely holds you up so the whole team can shoot you to death*

kamehameha

you’re a healer??? i guess???

your character has such deep lore and i bet you don’t even know half of it

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Khan

one day you were playing and your team desperately needed a tank. you picked the first one you saw. suddenly, you’re lian’s foot stool

despite 2 layers of heavy armor, you’d still let this man walk all over you

“this skin is really cool, wish it wasn’t behind a pay wall...”

YEET

you actually know the game’s lore, for some reason

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Kinessa

i never trust people who are good at a sniper. if you’re bad that’s natural and you’re 99% of the population. if you’re good you are definitely up to something

you’d sell your sister for 5 pennies if you could

you’re missing from the team all game and somehow have the most kills

“we have a kinessa???”

you are an urban legend to your team

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Koga

someone’s been watching naruto

you are so shit at the game. like i’m sorry. no one’s good at koga i’m so sorry

how do you have so many skins for one character???

you’re always missing from the point

healers hate you. so does the enemy kinessa.

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Lex

quit the game /nm

“who mains lex in 2021??? lmao???”

wall hacks, aimbot, and it’s all legal for you as an ability. you are a hacker in a world of puny vanillas. you like it easy so you go for the easy min max character. have fun getting hated

you think he’s hot and press on his loading abilities just so he can scold you and you can hear him being mad at you

*bonk* go to horny jail

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Lian

"she could step on me”

you used to main some sort of healer but switched over when you got sick of everyone being needy

you can hold a point all on your own for a really really long time but the moment your team gets there you start flunking

you wish you had more skins for her

you don’t

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Maeve

so imagine this. it was like 2018 and you were just chilling playing the game. you kept getting killed by maeve. in every game. she was in every game you went to and she kept killing you over and over and over again. you got frustrated, snapped, and bought her to see if you could do the same to others. you are now the maeve in every game. the cycle repeats.

your whole team doubts you but then you casually get a quad kill and they just sort of look away

you die a total of two times each round and 99% of the time it’s because you go too fast and fall off the map

you repeat everything she says in her accent because you think it’s cute

“welcome to ze meant streets, kitten!” “can you shut the fuck up” “i hate to cut and run, he-he!”

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Makoa

you have the plushie skin or the beta skin, otherwise you don’t main and only play casually stop lying to yourself

“attack turtle go brrr”

you’re really good if you get paired with a good healer

otherwise you’re useless

you wish you could get better teammates because you could really thrive with an organized group. but on paladins you won’t get that, i’m sorry-

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Mal’Damba

i always forget this guy is even in the game

you’re definitely under 6 foot IRL

you have an older sibling you always fight with

you’d love to have a snake irl

you’re really chill outside of the game, but when playing you hella rage

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Moji

you are so precious

but also such a little shit

you annoy me but i also want to give you a hug

“let’s go guys!! to the point!! wheee!!”

please never change but also get out of my sight

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Octavia

you always main the new character until the new person drops

somehow always have enough credits to buy the new champion whenever they come out

you don’t like having a stable main cuz you get bored

you like hanging out at the training rage

hate siege and love team death match, you like your games quick

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Pip

you are the worst and best thing to ever happen to this game

you only pick him to heal yourself and hardly ever heal your team

no one notices you there until you ult

then you get focused

honestly you just seem like you wanna do your thing and i can respect that

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Raum

you probably go to therapy or desperately need it

“BIG MAN BIG. HE IS BIG. BRRRR”

you always love the demons in media

you like being in charge of the team and wreck the point any time you are there, you like fighting on your own but having a healer nearby is nice too

you probably have daddy issues

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Ruckus

you think ruckus’ and bolt’s dynamic is cool and that’s one of the main reasons you started playing him

he’s the only tank you can play

you used to main either inara or ying at some point but chose violence instead

really short irl. you physically relate to ruckus and spiritually to bolt.

“funny goblin man :)”

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Seris

certified girlboss

you can hold an objective all on your own or heal your whole team no problem. either way you are SLAYING

“alright. who’s ass am i kicking today?”

mum energy is inferior to inara but still kind of there

i’m like 50% sure you have a foot fetish

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Sha Lin

*pointing and chanting* incel, incel, ince-

whether that’s about you or the character you can decide

you like minecraft bedwars on the side

“if i don’t get this headshot i am literally going to spontaneously combust”

really useful when there’s no other long distance people - otherwise a nuisance

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Skye

AWOOGA *jaw drops to ground, eyes roll out of head* BOOBA BOOBA BOOBA

you bought her for the tiddies, didn’t you?

she’s actually really satisfying to play once you get the hang of her, but can be real tough on rough days

you need a break i think - maybe play some other game for a bit?

*casually gets team kill with ult*

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Strix

you own at least one pretty knife

you played him when he was unlocked on rotation, fell in love, and spent a whole evening collecting credits to buy him fully

“haha bird man”

i’ve said what i said about snipers. if you’re actually good at him you are hiding a body somewhere. i fear you.

why does everyone ship him with viktor????

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Talus

little furry child

he reminds me of tommyinnit because he is small and annoying

if you play him you are tall and intimidating 

i’m friends with a tall scary talus main

i can’t say bad things please spare me

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Terminus

you always ult at the worst time and just get killed again 5 seconds after

“hey losers watch this” *goes on the point, dies, revives, kills one person and dies again*

you’re only a good tank if you cooperate

you don’t

on your own you’re a pretty good player

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Tiberius

*sigh*

you think the cat is hot, don’t you?

“his accent is kinda cute tho hehe”

you saw that one ending scene in zootopia with the dancing tigers and it CHANGED you

you are probably a furry. if not your awakening is coming. be ready.

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Torvald

you’ve been playing this game for too long

you’ve seen skins rise and fall. you’ve seen nerfs and buffs. you’ve seen reworks and remakes. you are ancient. older than the dragons and wiser than makoa. respect.

people see you on the opposing team and get really annoyed

“the point is really crowded, we can’t move in” “don’t worry guys, my ult is charged up”

you’re really good at all the characters but you like this guy a lot because you think he’s funky fresh

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Tyra

you’re either new to the game or have been playing for too long

either way you can KICK ASS but you need to keep behind your team to do the most damage

flanks are the bane of you, especially the fast jumpy ones

you really want one of the cooler skins but you can only ever get the basic ones. such is the curse of maining one of the OG characters.

“bite me”

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Viktor

you are level 100+ guaranteed, and everyone fears you

“oh shit they got a victor. flank focus him”

you probably play COD and CS:GO normally and wanted to go with something familiar and easy. your skill from the other more advanced games DWARFS everyone else

but why are you playing “guy with gun 132″ in a game with magical elves and fairies. like come on bro.

you don’t have any in-game friends because paladins is your guilty pleasure game you would never admit to

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Vivian

“step on me” syndrome cranked up to 100%

this woman could spit on you and you’d still respect her more than your own mother. good for you

“i’m not a simp. i’m just tier 3 subbed to pokimane ironically”

you sweat the game hardcore. former victor main or he’s your secondary.

you’ve got her on level 50+ at least

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Vora

like the maeve mains but somehow worse

bought her out of spite or played her while she was on rotation, now here you are grinding credits for her a day after she became unavailable

honestly you’re really good at the game i have nothing else to say

you enjoy the newer characters more than the OGs - you’re either a former vivian or lian main

you miss the play of the game feature in the game because you’d get all of them with this girl

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Willo

you seem like the moji mains at first but show your true colors soon after

“fuck you” x50

you are a trash talker on max overdrive. you need to sit down, do some breathing exercises and have a drink.

you hate your own team more than the opposing guys

when you see a willow on the opposing team you make it your sole goal to eliminate her as many times as humanely possible

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Yagorath

i bet you didn’t know she was canonically female until you read this

you don’t like sweating too much so you pick the tank that leaves you heavily relying on your healers and damages

you can hold a point really well so you like siege and onslaught

“are vora and yagorath connected in the lore somehow and do i really care?”

you have a friend who you always party up with to be your healer, otherwise you might switch to another character

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Ying

“tanks love me, flanks hate me”

you are too powerful. literally. how are you so strong

you’ve mastered the most difficult healer in the game. the others are really easy for you to play but you have trouble with seris

motivate your team a lot but start shading and trash talking if they don’t cooperate

you’ll gladly play someone else for a long while and like taking breaks from her

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Zhin

this is your first main after switching over from overwatch. we can smell it on you.

you’re really annoyed with his personality and voice lines but the character is too good to play for you to pass him up for that. you respond to his voice lines aloud very aggressively to let him know he’s an ass

“YES ZHIN HEALERS AREN’T USELESS YOU SELFISH PRICK”

you try your best but you’re not a great team player

infinite trips on a good day, die repeatedly without kills on a bad one and you switch over to vora or skye for a bit.

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this took me hours to write out pls leave reblog and note thanks uwu

[certifiedskywalker]

I Can’t Say - Din Djarin

Anonymous said: A story were The reader and mando has feelings for one another but they dont know it. (i love your stories!)

Anonymous said: hellooo, can you do one with mando, where him & y/n got into a huge fight and he said something hurtful to her then he tries to spoil her by buying lots of flowers or things from the market ? Thank you

I decided to combine these two requests! I hope that’s alright!

AN: Also, take it easy on me. I haven’t written fanfiction in a hot minute so I might be a tad rusty!

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t turn away and leave me without an explanation.” With one fluid movement, Din was on his feet, facing you, looming over you. Under the light of the Razor Crest his beskar armor gleamed. Any brighter and you would have been blinded by his presence. Din was discombobulating enough already.

One moment you and the Mandalorian could be still, content even, but a moment later you were ready to fight one another. A hopeful part of your heart told you that he only argued with you, your ideas, because he cares. He doesn’t want you to get hurt due to a faulty plan you made. Yet, your mind told your otherwise. Your plan was sound. Why was he fighting you?

“He can’t be left alone.” Din pointed behind you and you turned. Squat, green, but smiling, the Child cooed. His little arms reached for you and you knelt down to scoop him up.

“Then we all go,” you pressed. “Might do him some good to see the outside world.”

“People are still after him, after us.” You glared at the helmeted man before you. “All the more reason we should go to town together. We’re vulnerable when we’re separated, more at risk. We could-”

“No.”

“Din, that’s not-” The Mandalorian walked past you, sauntering over to the weapons hold. “Listen to me, for the Maker’s sake!”

He was already preparing his pulse rifle, loading charges, and, still, ignoring you. With a huff, you set the Child back on the ground and made your way over to Din. He was still gathering his weapons. For a Mandalorian, an errand into town met amassing an arsenal. You leaned against the wall and watched him.

“Safety in numbers. The Mandalorians believe in that, yes?”

“And we paid the price,” he replied coldly, his gloved hands never stalling in their movement. You frowned and bit your tongue. Back in the catacombs, the sewers...the helmets of Din’s fallen brethren. A metal clang brought you back to the present.

When you looked back at Din, the visor of the helmet was fixed on you. So many times you had studied the helmet trying to get an idea of what the man beneath looked like. In the moment, there was no studying necessary. You could feel his frown, his pain, his anger. You wanted to reach out but your own anger held you back.

“Din, this is ridiculous,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“But safe, and that’s all that matters.” 

He slung the pulse rifle over his shoulder and walked towards the exit. You followed after him, arms still crossed to keep yourself together. Any give and you’d slip into your feelings; the feelings towards Din you had been pushing down since you met the Mandalorian. How infuriating it was watching him leave as if you were nothing more than a burden to protect.

“I’m safe with you,” you fired back. Din turned and you caught yourself. “He’s safe with you. We’re safe together.” Din lingered, visor fixed on you. For a second you thought you got through to him, that maybe he would see your reason.

Then, a moment later, Din slammed his hand into a switch and the Razor Crest’s ramp began to the lower with a hiss. 

“You’ll only get in my way.”

His words stung. Not like venom but like an old burn still healing. The sting that bring about a small gasp of pain, of surprise that it the hurt remains at all. 

“I’ll be back after sun down,” he said, already walking out on the only partially lowered ramp. You moved to stand in the loading bay, watching him go. When he was a few paces away, you hit the same switch and the ramp began to rise. 

As it did, tears welled up in your eyes and slipped suddenly over your cheeks. Angrily, you wiped at your eyes and turned your back on the last rays of light shining through the barely-open ramp. When your visioned cleared, you sighed shakily and looked at your feet.

“Hey there,” you said to the Child who, eager to see what was wrong, was pulling at your pants leg. You leaned down and picked the creature up. “Sorry about that. Being an adult...it’s stupid. You’re lucky you’re young for so long.”

The Child cooed, tiny, three-fingered hands, brushing against your face. Concern filled his big dark eyes and you felt a pang of guilt. 

“I hope he stays safe too,” you whispered. You held the Child close and made your way to Din’s bed. What was once his bed, anyway. Since you started working together, before the Child, he had surrendered it to you mostly. Back then, you had joked about sharing it.

It was a cramped space, barely enough room for two but it could work. Back then, something might have happened. Now, you were glad nothing did, that Din play into your bit. You imagine it would have made watching him go out alone all the more difficult to bear. It was already hard enough; especially because he thought you would just be in his way.

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You woke with a jolt. Years of working as a bounty hunter had made you a light sleeper. Blasterfire, speeder engines, and the hydrologic hissing of a lowering ramp would wake you. With the mystery and parties involved with the Child, you were more sensitive to sound than ever. Part of you wondered if you even slept.

However, the Child, was a heavy sleeper. This made it easy to slip out of bed without waking the little creature. Eventually, the hissing of the ramp lowering stops and you, in a defensive stance, step over to peer out. In the dark, you could make out the familiar gait of Din and the glint of the beskar under the moon. As he grows closer you make out a hempen bag that hangs off of his shoulder. 

“Get everything?” The words are cold when they leave your mouth. You flinch at your own tone but stand firm. As much as you long to melt into the routine and comfort of before, Din’s words still rang in your head; still hurt your heart. 

Din didn’t respond, not right away at least. He walked up the ramp, boots clanging softly against the metal. You expected him to walk right past you, still sour from the argument earlier in the day. Much to your surprise, he stopped in front of you. 

Due to his spot on the ramp, he stood a bit shorter than you. When he lifted his head to meet your eyes, the hamlet tilted up enough for you to catch a glimpse of the tanned skin along his neck. The sight sent a bolt of excitement through you, a feeling that numbed your scarred feelings. You forced your gaze to focus back on his visor.

After a quiet moment, Din moved and reached his free hand into the bag. You watched him carefully. Before you could ask what he was looking for, Din pulled back. Between his gloved fingers there was a brightly colored flower. 

“I can’t say I’m sorry because I said the truth,” he said softly. “I am sorry that I didn’t say it better.” He held out the flower to you.

Slowly, you pulled it from his pinched fingers. “What do you mean?”

“You wouldn’t have been in my way. My worry for you would have been in my way. I have lost everything and I...I don’t want to loose you too.”

Sincerity; you can hear it through the slight static distortion of the helmet. It scares you for a moment. Din was not one to let his guard down, let alone this easily. You clutch the flower tightly, the scent coming from within the blue petals wafting up to your nose. With your free hand you reach out and press your palm to his helmet. 

“I don’t want to loose you either but keeping me away, not letting me help, feels worse. I love playing babysitter for the kid but not all the time.”

“I know.” Silence fell over to the two of you for a long moment. Nothing more needed to be said. There was an understanding now, even if you wanted something more. 

You let your hand fall from the side of his helmet. Before you could pull it completely away, you felt a combination of smooth leather and rough mesh grasp it. Din’s gloved hand held your wrist. When you met the eyeline of the visor, Din slipped his fingers between yours. 

“I can’t say everything I want to...because of the worry.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze and nod. 

“There will be time for that. We’re safe together, we stay alive together.” Din nodded and, like before when you could feel his frown, you knew that he was smiling beneath the beskar.