#bast babbles

[oldmanraven]

Yall wait there's a canon lesbian in Baticul she has a crush on General Cecille what

[jokers-just-this-guy-you-know]

Bathroom graffiti that made me laugh

[supermacaquecool]

Como cuando quieres mejorar tu redacción pero no hay nada más aburrido que estudiar gramática

[generallysapphic]

short and sweet +18 (shuri x reader drabble)

i miss shuri so bad take this

“fuck,” shuri whimpers out, slightly moving her hips. you lick your lips and look down her, pussy leaking and begging for attention and you smirk, “what’s wrong? you need me, mami?” and she nods, delirious and curls stick to her forehead, her hands gripping the edge of the lab table.

you had just come in to taste her, missing shuri so bad and she was so easy when you got her hot enough. and her pussy was always so wet, leaking and pulsing before you even touched her. she’s looking at you with hooded eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth. “please, please, i need it, need you sthandwa, please—” and she’s always so fucking sweet when she begs for you like this, eyes prickling with tears and core shaking. you kiss at her cheek and nod, “don’t worry, baby, i got you,” you promise and she sighs, nodding and closing her eyes.

you slowly lower yourself to your knees, kissing all the way down her abs and licking all around her thighs. her small breaths get quicker and quicker once your closer to her pussy. she’s whining more now, “fuck! please, please! i can’t, i can’t—” and you smile looking up at her, and drag your fingers through her puffy pussy, gathering slick between your fingers and shuri nearly howls at the the sudden friction, and you giggle, “Bast, you really need me huh, shuri?” and she groans, head tilted back, “yes! yes, please, please, i’ll be good, so good, whatever you want—!” and she’s full on babbling now, thighs shaking between your other hand as you open her up.

you finally give in, your own pussy leaking on the cold floor of the lab when you look at your fingers, glistening and wet. shuri’s taste is something of a near addiction you had, her pussy was your absolute favorite meal.

you lean forward and kiss her clit, small pressure that has her gasping, eyes rolled back and hands straining. you dive in before you can even think, licking up all around her swollen lips and clit, her pussy barely fitting into your mouth. but she isn’t complaining, moaning and trying to keep still as best as possible, hands moving from the table to her breasts, tugging on her puffy nipples.

you moan yourself. most times you ate shuri out for your own pleasure, her hot pussy melts in your mouth every single time. she’s always so wet and swollen like her poor pussy needs you and you’re certain after sleeping with her long enough it just might. you close your eyes and sooth your hands up and down her thighs and butt to calm her even though she definitely won’t calm down anytime soon.

shuri’s up in the clouds, babbling your name and a slew of xhosa that makes her sound so fucked out you’d think she was being handled around like you do her in bed. and she’s absolutely gushing in your mouth; every time you think you’ve licked everything she has to offer up, another wave of slick pushes down your throat and settles on your chin. but you can’t complain; she was your favorite dish after all.

but it’s happens too quickly— her hips begin bucking and she starts breathing harder and harder, the hand that was abusing her tit flies to your head and holds you there. and you don’t mind it, you want shuri to use you, you want her to hold you still and make you become her personal seat but she’s always been reserved in treating you like that, so when she does, you give way for it, nodding and holding your tongue flat so she can rock her clit into an orgasm.

she starts babbling again, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming, oh Bast y/n i’m gonna cum, pleasepleasepleaseplease—!” whining for no reason and it makes you almost laugh— she knows you’d give her every orgasm she’d ever want, why is she begging? but you don’t mind, you nod more and more, feeling her core open up and gush out cum down your chin and throat, her clit pulsing and twitching and swelling under your tongue, her orgasm shaking her entire body as she holds you still, loud moans leaving her open and drooling mouth.

you suck up everything she has and the some, sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue against the sensitive bud before shuri is whining all high pitched and fucked out, but not nearly pulling away; she’s just as addict to the overstimulation as much as you are.

you finally pull away, a long line of slick connecting you with her swollen lips, her clit still red and pulsing like she still needed you. you sigh, looking at her beautiful pussy before finally looking up, smiling, and you can feel her cum still on your chin, “you done with work?” and she’s nodding delightfully before you can even finish.

okay thanks bye, i’ll probably make more drabbles so i keep y’all busy during the in between stories hehe

shuri the definition of “i need that thang leaking” 😌

[fullt4nk]

submit to me (shuriri x reader) 18+

hey 🤭 this is my first time writing on tumblr and im lowk scared.. like what do I even say in one of these authors notes things??? prolly gonna pop up every once in a while with smth for people to read idk yet tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

gotta give cred where it’s due, this is heavily inspired by @generallysapphic their works are incredible

warnings: reader and riri are subby lil whores, tribbing, lottaaaa lotta lotta sex, basically porn w/o plot, voyeurism if yew squint, maybe a lil degradation if yew squint

some translations: zithandwa zam- my loves, uthando- love, khawulezisa- hurry up

bored, bored, bast i’m so bored.

I have gotten no attention from my loves all day and I was starting to get angsty. swinging my legs back and forth on the desk I was sitting on, I played around with riri’s hammer that was placed on the desk and hummed a small tune.

riri walked over to me as I jumped from my place on the desk; finally, some attention. I smiled at her expectingly as she walked over, excited be with one of my girlfriends.

she walked right behind me to reach for her tool box. well damn.

as she picked up a tool from her took box she turns to shuri, “shuri catch,” she yelled, throwing a wrench from her tool box right towards shuri.

she caught the wrench with ease. “how many times do I need to tell you to stop throwing heavy objects around riri?” last time riri threw a cogwheel towards shuri without looking, she broke a prototype shuri spent hours working on… it didn’t go well for her.

“my bad baby,” she said walking back to her original spot at her desk. I watched them work with a hot feeling in my stomach. damn they look good. with shuri in nothing but a tank top and sweats, i watched her arms flex every time she used that wrench. riri had on a sports bra and shorts. i watched her perfectly pierced nipples on display through the bra as thoughts of my lips attached to them racked through my mind

I could feel myself getting more fidgety as i watched their bodies move and work away at whatever they were building. at this point, anything was better than sitting and watching them work themselves to death in this damn lab. an idea popped into my mind and I fake a yawn best I can, throwing my hands above my head and stretching. my slightly cropped shirt lifted and a small portion of my midriff became exposed as riri watched me, eyes drifting.

just what I wanted

“you good?” she questioned. she looked me up and down and she could tell how bored I was just by looking into my eyes. “we’ll be there in a minute just wait a little longer baby.”

“nah i’m tryna take a nap… i’ll be back in a minute,” I said, looking and riri with a certain look. she immediately caught on to what I meant by “nap” and bit her lip.

“um yeah shuri I think imma go too. we been working since 7am and i’m tired as hell,” she said, only half meaning it. yeah she was tired, but not tired as in “I wanna sleep” tired. tired as in “i’m tired of working and wanna mess around” tired.

“you two go ahead, i’ll be there for diner.” shuri gave riri a kiss on the forehead and walked over to me to hug me. “get some rest, zithandwa zam.”

“haaah fuck please please please,” I whined and writhed all over the place. riri’s clit rubbing against mine having too big of an effect on my orgasm. “please don’t stop. need it need it so bad.”

“nghh im gonna cum fuck i’m gonna cum so hard ohhh my god,” riri’s eyes were glued shut as she wailed and moaned on top of me. her dripping pussy on mine like felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. and fuck the sounds she made, all whiny and high pitch. she especially got like this whenever we were tribbing, saying it was her favorite way to get off.

“please, please, please, wanna cum, fuck i wanna cum, i wanna cum all over your beautiful pussy please let me cum!” she babbled into my neck as my legs shook. fuck she’s cumming, I can feel her pussy get impossibly wetter. it drips against my folds and it’s just enough to send me over the edge.

“cumming, cumming, cumming im cumming-!” I silently screamed into riri’s chest and softly bit her nipple to quiet myself down. “ngh-! fuck fuck baby do that again please,” she begged

I softly bit her nipple again looking into her brown eyes, licking and biting softly as she moaned and squirmed in my arms. because her nipples were pierced, her sensitivity was through the roof as she arched her back, forcing her chest further into my face. I couldn’t help it as I began moving against her, wanting more friction on my clit. I knew I was overstimulating her, but god she felt so good.

“shit please baby please,” at this point I was begging just to beg. I just wanted more of her and her creamy pussy on mine. I wanted to smother myself in her chest as I sucked and nibbled on her perky nipples. fuck I could do this all day.

“wow. so I leave you two alone for 30 minutes and you’re already going at it like you’re in heat.”

fuck.

riri is quick to jump down from my lap, leaving my wet cunt exposed to shuri. “f-fuck um-“ riri panicked looking anywhere and everywhere to avoid shuri’s piercing gaze.

“shhh no need uthando. both of you, go back to what you were doing.” she tilted her head to the side and smirked in amusement. she was planning something, I could see it in the way she looked me up and down.

“please shuri-“ I whined as my breathing picked up, excited to know what she had in mind. “nope, no help from me. c’mon give me a show you two. i’ve been working so hard to protect this nation, i think I deserve a private performance.” she is vividly eyeing my fluttering cunt chuckling at it’s reaction to her presence.

me and riri are looking at her like deer in headlights, wide eyed and shocked at shuri’s request. we’ve never done anything like this before and judging by the look on riri’s face, she’s just as shocked and turned on as I am.

“khawulezisa, i don’t have all day,” she demands in a deep voice, thick with her accent, and fuck it’s so sexy. she takes off her tank top and throws it somewhere around the room, exposing her perfect torso and breasts. riri slowly climbs on top of me again and her clit slightly rubs against mine, making us both moan out.

we slowly find our rhythm again, grinding against each other with our eyes shut. there’s a new found feeling that makes me clench around nothing, knowing that shuri is watching me and riri moan and rub against each other. our chests are rubbing against each other, making riri pant even louder and heavier.

shurir stalks her way over to the bed to whisper in riri’s ear, “you like having your nipples played with like this?” as reaches between us, she’s squeezes and rubs riri’s nipples. riri moans in ecstasy, rubbing faster against me. shuri’s low voice in riri’s ear is enough to have her like a bitch in heat, grinding her pussy on me. “nngh, fuck riri slow down!” our clits gaining more friction causes a high pitch whine to escape my lips, as my eyes roll back; god this feels so good.

“haaa fuck shuri please. need you so bad, need to feel you, need to feel you deep- haah!” moans and pleads roll off my tongue like it’s nothing, begging shuri to fuck me. “poor usana, need something long and thick in this pretty pussy huh? what, riri isn’t enough anymore? she seemed like enough before I walked in here,” she says, reaching in between us to run her fingers through my folds. she rubs against me and riri, as we grind into shuri’s hand.

shuri could feel the wet spot between her draws as she watched her love’s pathetically rub against each other. she wanted nothing more than to take them right then and there, but she had to be patient and enjoy the scenery in front of her. “wanna cum usana? wanna cum for me? c’mon cum all over each other. fuck, it’s so wet I can see it. I can hear it. go on my love’s, cum for me.”

fuck that’ll do it.

riri is absolutely gone. shaking, crying of overstimulation, moaning, she was all fucked out as her thick creamy cum spilled over my pussy and shuri’s hand. my cum mixing in with hers as I bit into her neck to quiet my squeals.

“look at you two, such good girls for me yeah?” shuri’s lips connected with mine as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. fuck she drives me crazy as her tongue explores and licks every crevice of my mouth. she detaches from me, a string of spit keeping us together.

she turns to lean into riri, as riri completely opens her mouth for shuri, reaching her tongue out. shuri sucks on riri’s tongue, slow and sensually, letting her tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. riri whines and pinches her nipple, feeling her cunt clenched around nothing.

shuri slaps her hands away from her breasts and says “patience my love, i’ll take care of you..”

LMFOAOA I PRESSED THE POST BUTTON TOO SOON BY ACCIDENT 😭

but we’re already rackin up some typa engagement ok I see y’all !!

maybe i’ll write more, who knows BUT FOR NOW THIS IS WHAT I GOT

[darklordofthesimp]

The Beskar Beast I (Din Djarin x Reader)

CHAPTER 1

Next Chapter

A Beauty and The Beast Retelling.

Summary: The Beskar Beast of Nevarro had been a living legend that both protected and terrorized the planet for years. A creature of the night, shielded from the sun and his enemies by beskar armor, requiring a blood sacrifice every two years to keep his bloodlust sated. There were plenty of women on Nevarro, and the likelihood of being chosen was slim- though, you supposed you'd ruined your odds when you accepted the deal to take your sister's place as his offering.

After all, what better reason to die if not for love?

AN: It's here and the second chapter is already written, this my new obsession.

Rated: 16+

Warnings: Swearing and mild violence.

Every planet had their own legends and lore; some basted in a terrible history and some straight out of the babbling mouth of a child- but there were always stories. 

You’d heard of fantastical beasts that fed on radiation, living beneath the earth of a distant planet. There were creatures that lingered in deep space, attacking pilots with haunting screams that rendered them paralyzed. 

As far as mythological monsters went, you felt as though you were well versed in most. 

But the Beskar Beast of Nevarro, the horror that plagued your own planet, you knew next to nothing about. 

The armoured monster that required tithe and sacrifices in order to appease, the being that both protected your world and terrorised it through legend, he was nothing but a scary story in your bank of knowledge. 

So when the Grand Magistrate, Greef Karga, called for the town to gather for the biennial draw, you were equally as scared as you were intrigued. 

Your sister hissed from beside you as a particularly large Trandoshan barged into her, tossing the small woman into the disgruntled couple before them. 

“You’d think there’d be a little less excitement and a lot more fear today,” she muttered, dusting imaginary lint from her shoulder. You raised a brow, humming in agreement. 

Kalea was right. There was an electric buzz settling over the congregation of Nevarro, you could feel it licking up the length of your spine and forming a pit in your chest. 

Every two years, the Magistrate would draw a name from a golden tray, an offering to the Beast- a human sacrifice. Every two years, a woman would die a violent, needless death in the name of superstition, whisked away to never be seen again. 

You’d never been chosen in the years that you had come of age, a blessing that you didn’t take for granted, but this year anxiety closed your throat tightly. 

Breathing didn’t come easy and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears as an eery reminder of what it would sound like spilling onto the floor. 

“Ease up,” Kalea nudged you with a smarmy grin, “the chances of us being picked are near impossible.” 

Nevarro was a haven for all those that lived there. 

It was well protected, it was abundant in resources, the economy was booming and the trade was phenomenal. The crime rate was the lowest in the galaxy, (regarding populated planets), and you could live a comfortable life. 

This was the debt owing for such luxuries. 

And, of course, women were the ones paying it. 

There was a hush over the crowd, a sudden silence so loud you could hear a pin drop. 

“Good morning, citizens of Nevarro!” The Magistrate boomed joyfully, throwing his hands up in welcome. 

Irritation pulled in your chest at the sheer arrogance of a man so entitled, so well protected, that he could smile in the face of another person’s death. 

“Today is the day,” he nodded, a charming grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Today, we offer a sacred gift, a gift so precious, that we humbly present to our Mandalorian protector.” 

There was a gasp that rippled across the crowd, a shuffle of feet as people leaned away from the podium. You could almost hear the trepidly beating hearts of the women surrounding you over the awed crooning of men. 

“What’s happening?” You murmured to your sister and she could only offer a shrug as you both strained to see over the crowd. 

There was a brilliant flash of silver that had your heart leaping into your throat. Your fingers closed around your sisters wrist tightly as Mandalorian armour appeared within your vision. 

The Beast was here. 

He never came. 

There was an unearthly stillness across the crowd as the monster approached the podium, slowly and carefully. He was huge, taller than life and impossibly broad, hidden behind a visor and impenetrable metal. 

You’d never seen it before, never been in the presence of the Beast of Nevarro. 

And you never wanted to be again. 

“Shall we start?” The Magistrate looked the monster for approval, who scanned over the crowd slowly. You sunk behind the man in front of you, making yourself look as small as you possibly could. Finally, that terrible helmet inclined in a clear and concise nod, an antclimactic movement considering it signed the loss of someone’s life. 

The Beast reached down, plucking an upside down piece of paper from the tray without so much as a second thought. There was no hesitation in the movement but for a second you thought you saw his hand waver when he handed it to the Magistrate to be read aloud. 

The Magistrate cleared his throat with a grin, and then he spoke. 

The words were a buzz, none of them holding the sound of your own name. The relief that ran through you was severe and overwhelming, rushing so fast through your chest that you felt like you could cry. 

But it was short lived. 

There was a terrible, wheezing gasp from beside you. 

You turned to your sister, who stared ahead with an empty, trepid gaze. 

The name that had been called was not yours, but it had been Kalea’s. 

There were guards pushing between the both of you before she’d even had the chance to speak. They shoved you back, your body falling into the chest of someone who held you up with a kindness you could not acknowledge. 

Kalea began to scream, just as you began to choke. 

“No!” She rasped, struggling against the soldiers that held her tightly. “Please!” 

You felt your feet move before you commanded them to. 

“This strong young woman has the honor of offering herself to the Protector of Nevarro!” The Magistrate celebrated but the words were a distant murmur in the back of your mind. Your eyes were fixed on your sister, your chest was tight, there was water in your lungs and blood in your mouth and you couldn’t breathe. Nothing was right, this wasn’t right. 

“No,” the word shook from your lips as you blindly stumbled towards the gap in the crowd. “No, no, no.” 

She was all you had. She was your responsibility. She was your sister. She was your duty. 

This couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t happen.

“No,” you wheezed louder, eyes fixated on her flailing body. 

“Stop this!” You shouted, shoving one of the guards that held her. You don’t remember approaching them, you don’t remember crying, you only remembered Kalea’s fear fuelled wails and the promise you’d made to protect her. 

It was an oath that you didn’t plan on breaking. 

“This is an honor,” The Magistrate reinforced, staring down at you with a raised eyebrow. His gaze scanned the people gathered for a short moment, as if gaging their reactions. 

“Liar!” You snarled, swiping at the guard again. This time the soldier turned to face you as the other wrestled your sister. Before you could react, he’d shoved you hard and the breath was knocked from your lungs. Your back hit the ground with enough force to blur your vision and the world around you went silent. You wheezed as you rolled onto your stomach, tears welling along your lashes. You couldn’t lay here, you needed to move. You needed to help her. 

The best you could achieve was forcing yourself to your knees, keeled over and panting into the dirt. The crowd was silent, the Magistrate was silent, and strangely enough, Kalea was silent. 

Brown, leather boots stopped within your line of sight and you felt your chest seize. The Beast said nothing, he didn’t prompt you to look up, he didn’t touch you, he simply stood there as though he belonged. 

But he didn’t belong and you were surprised he hadn’t killed you already for your insolence.

Bile rose up into your throat and your lip trembled.

Finally, you forced yourself to slowly look up at the monster from your place on the floor. 

Every ridge of his armour was purposeful, his cape was clean pressed, the beskar was polished and you couldn’t help but marvel at how pristine the creature was. The pit in your stomach reminded you that he intended to sully his clothes later with Kalea’s blood.

You finally stared into the visor of his helmet, knowing that the monster beneath was watching you right back. 

“Please,” you begged death incarnate. “I’ll do anything.” 

He said nothing and your skin prickled beneath his heavy gaze. You knelt before the Beast, hands gripping the sand and watching it slip through your fingers, just as your sister was. Tears wet the dirt as you pressed your forehead into the earth, sobbing through your teeth. “Please.” 

“Take her place.” 

You jolted, snapping your eyes up to meet his through the visor, “yes.” 

His voice was nothing you had expected it to be, soft like a lover’s caress. You had just agreed to die in your sister’s stead but your mind was on anything but that. You felt as though you’d been poisoned, your thoughts lagged, your body was on fire and you couldn’t breathe.

“No!” Kalea screamed, writhing in the grip of Greef’s soldiers. “I’ll go! I’ll go!” 

But the Beast was watching you now, head tilting slightly to the side as he appraised you. Your skin felt hot but your mind was numb. This was so much, this was too much. He was going to kill you, you hadn’t even stopped to think before you’d spoken, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips with such ferver and desperation that you knew it had to have been the right answer. 

“You would take her place?” The Beast asked, his voice a rasp that made your blood freeze in your veins. “You would be mine?” 

“My life is yours,” your words were barely a whisper but he seemed to have heard them perfectly. Immediately he set into action, turning on his heel and gesturing at the guards.

Your body shook so hard you thought you might have been having a fit, tears tracked your cheeks and a cold dread dripped down the length of your spine. But, despite all, relief was still the strongest emotion you could identify.

Kalea was safe, your oath had been maintained. 

“No!” Your sister screamed as the soldiers let go of her, they’d aquired a new target and it appeared to be you. You couldn’t stand in your condition regardless, you couldn’t run, you could barely breathe- but they didn’t care. 

“Let me say goodbye,” you rasped as they heaved your body from the floor. “Please, let me say goodbye.” 

“You are to be delivered to the Mandalorian immediately.” The guard spoke in a soft but stern voice, had you not been so disoriented you would have heard the sympathy in his words. Kalea wailed from her crumpled position on the floor, dirt marring her face and clothes. You felt almost numb to her pain, the panic subsided into an emptiness you couldn’t describe. 

There was no struggle as you were thrown into the speeder and you didn’t fight when the vehicle began to move. It was done, the decision had been made. This was it. 

You were paraded through the crowd like a prized trophy, the face of every woman solemn with relief and sorrow. You couldn’t blame them for the solace they found in your death, the consolation they took in your sacrifice. After all, that had been you in that crowd for years, watching the speeder drive on through and breathing easy as it left. 

The Magistrate offered you a nod, that stupid, embellished grin nowhere to be seen now that the eyes of the town weren’t on him. They were on you. But you wouldn’t look at them anymore, you couldn’t bear the relief in their eyes. You couldn’t bear the sounds of their voices. You lowered your head into your hands, blocking out the noise of the crowd, the soft murmurs and the prayers. 

You acted as though the world was silent. 

You pretended you couldn’t hear Kalea, as she sobbed your name. 

And when the speeder finally picked up pace, you didn’t turn to look at her one last time. 

It was easier like this. 

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Not As Easy As It Looks

I'm not kidding when I tell you guys that I'm obsessed with Dadmonger.

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

"Bruh, they bout to be late again!" Erik called to you as you chased your five-year-old son, Jojo, while holding your crying one-year-old, Ameena, who was pulling at your hoop earring. 

You ignored him and called out for your three-year-old, "Nasir!" You could feel an impending migraine coming on from your loud children and Erik's nagging. 

Who the hell told me to have three kids in the first place? Oh right... My dumbass believing that Erik's pullout game was strong. 

You finally caught Jojo and gave him a stern look telling him to go to his father right away. Ameena was still bawling for no reason, but your motherly instincts allowed you to overhear something crash to floor in the kitchen. There you found the three-year-old standing in jam, while rummaging through the fridge as if you hadn't fed him ten minutes ago. He was already gaining weight on top of his baby fat. 

"Little boy, we need to leave." You decided to come at him with a gentle approach as a means to calm yourself down.

He looked at you with that innocent smile similar to yours that always melted your heart. Nasir and Ameena looked more like you and Jojo looked more like Erik.

"Okay, Mommy." He calmly replied, walking out the kitchen towards Erik, but you were suspicious. When you go over to inspect the fridge, you could feel your blood pressure rising. 

The child emptied out  every single leftover container into the fridge, and one of the chicken legs had a huge bite. You were so annoyed that you didn't notice the jam soaking into your sock. 

"(Y/n)!" Erik called again. 

You were ready to tell him to shut the hell up, but instead you walked back to the front door. Ameena reached out for her father and stopped her unnecessary sobbing. The two boys were in their jackets and shoes, looking like scholars as if they weren't just causing havoc. 

"Hey, Princess." He cooed at her, kissing her chubby cheeks. He finally looked at you, "Damn baby, Meena got you." He pointed at a stain of vomit on your shirt, just above your left breast. Of course you didn't notice it or feel it until now. The two boys laughed.

You deadpanned, and went to open the front door. "Get out. All of you." 

"Bye, Mommy!" Jojo and Nasir ran out, assuming you were playing.

"You just gone kick us out like that?" He looked fake hurt, but you nodded. "Meena, too?"

"Out, Erik." You held the door even wider. 

"Can I at least get a kiss?"

A frown plastered your face and he took the hint. 

"Damn, your mama is mean as hell. Ain't that right, Meena?" You could hear her babble to him as you locked the door. 

The house was finally silent. Peace and quiet was very rare these days. It was always you who got up early to get your kids ready for school. Usually, Ameena would be asleep, but this morning she had to go see her pediatrician. Initially you were going to take her, but it was your well deserved day off and you needed all of those 8 hours of silence to yourself. You both agreed that he stay out with the kids all day until dinner time.  

Erik was by no means a deadbeat, in fact he cared for his kids a lot. Growing up the way he did and not wishing it on anyone else, he promised to always be there for them no matter what. 

While you got the kids ready in the mornings and at night, he would either be sleeping (due to exhaustion from work) or preparing their lunches and breakfast or dinner. He would also handle some private business that you did not inquire about, he paid the bills and as far as you knew, he was safe. Though it would be nice if he did acknowledge that your job of getting three young children ready was not easy all while maintaining a steady nine to five.

"Mama!" Two small, but heavy bodies jumped onto your bed then crashed into you. How they still have energy, only Bast knows. You were curled up in your king sized bed, binge watching your favourite series on Netflix. Has it really been eight hours already... Internally you groan, but being welcomed by your two sons with so much love always made you happy. 

"Hey, boys. How was your day?" You smiled, allowing the to cuddle underneath your arms. 

"Good!" They both yelled at the same time. Jojo was the first to explain what he learned at school and then what happened after Erik picked them up from school. He took them out to the park, then to the basketball court and then to get ice cream.

"Hold on, the basketball court?" You slightly frown, "Who was playing?"

"Daddy and his friends." Nasir chimed in. 

"Then who was watching Ameena?" 

"This pretty lady that Daddy was talking to." Jojo admitted.

Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, Erik came in the room, Ameena fast asleep in his arms. "Damn, so y'all just gone tell on me like that?" 

They boys giggled and ran away.

"Now before you say anything, she's just a friend. And she don't fuck with dudes either."

You glared at him, deciding not to prolong that conversation. "Whatever, E. Just call me when they're done eating dinner so I can get them ready for bed." 

He chuckled, "Bruh, why you make it sound like it's a challenge?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Are you friggin' serious?" 

"Yeah, it can't be that hard."

A smirk graced your lip. "Fine then, you take care of getting them ready tomorrow."

"Bet."

The alarm went off for six-thirty. You were already out of bed, almost forgetting your deal with Erik. He remained fast asleep on his stomach. 

You shook him, "Come on, baby. It's time to get the kids up." You said in a soft voice that you used on your children in the morning. 

"Naw, five more minutes." He grumbled from his pillow.

"Ain't no five minutes." This time you violently shook his arm. 

"Aight, aight! I'm up, shit!" He pulled the covers off his body and gave you a serious look. "Why you wearing that?" He looked up and down with hazy eyes at your sports bra and leggings set.

"I'm going to a yoga class." You smirked, and began spreading the bed. "Oh and good luck."

He scoffed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a shower, he began to brush his teeth, but Ameena's cry sounded through the baby monitor. His first reaction would be to call you, but you were long gone before he got out the shower. 

Erik was not finished, so he left the brush in his mouth and went down the hall to his daughter's room. She was standing in the crib, holding onto the bars, rattling them. He set his toothbrush down and lifted her out of the crib, rocking her on his side. 

"What's up, baby girl? You hungry?" She only continued crying, so he made his way down to the kitchen with her snuggling against his side. It was already 7:05. 

He opened the fridge expecting to see pre-made bottles, but you always made them fresh.

"Dang, I gotta make this from scratch?" 

He sat Ameena down in her high chair, but this only made her cries even louder. Her little legs banged against the seat as she fussed. 

"Hold on, mama. Let me get your bottle."

He searched high and low for the formula, realizing that he's never paid enough attention to see what it actually looked like. He read almost every label and food item in your cupboards. Not to mention, but it was a big house, with a big kitchen and a lot of cupboards. Just then he remembered, you assigned a special storage for your kids snacks so it would likely be in there. It was higher up so they couldn't get to it, but he did find it. 

"Got it!" He applauded himself and began reading the instructions. He might as well have been reading in a foreign language, not that he didn't already understand a few, but this was very new. Eventually he did figure it out and put the bottle in the microwave for two minutes. 

"Daddy?" A sad voice recognized as Nasir echoed to him. He watched his son enter the kitchen with a pouty face, one hand holding his fuzzy panther. "Where's mommy?" 

"She's out right now, but she'll be back."

"I have to go potty."

"Can you hold it for a bit?" 

"No, I'm gonna pee pee myself." Erik sighed and rushed to take him to the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. "Ah shi- I mean shoot. Hold up." He ran back into the kitchen to get Ameena who was still complaining. 

Her little arms reached out to him as he pulled her out of the high chair. The microwave beeped, signalling that her bottle was ready. He pulled it out the microwave and handed it to her. Just as she was about to drink it, he gently pulled it from her grasp, the silence was broken instantly. She cried even louder than the last time. 

"Daddy!" Nasir yelled from the bathroom.

"Just a second!" He replied, "My bad, Meena." He rocked her again. "Daddy's forgot to test it." He tested a patch on the back of his hand, and it was very hot. Erik set the bottle and Ameena down, getting an ice cube out of the freezer. He put it in the bottle and shook it up, testing it once again. "Better." He picked her up and gave her the bottle. She was finally silenced, suckling on the bottle, tears still falling from her eyes. 

Erik made his way back to the bathroom, only to see a dark blue stain on his son's light blue PJ's. A puddle formed on the black tiles. He noted to clean that up later. 

"I pee peed." Nasir said, on the verge of crying.  

"That's alright, little man." Erik sighed. He brought them upstairs, and set Ameena on Nasir's bed, where she continued to drink from her bottle quietly. "Get undressed, you gotta take a shower."  

Erik went to Jojo's room, entering and waking him out of his sleep. 

"Come on bro, time to get up." 

Jojo groaned and turned his body so his back faced Erik. 

Hell... Erik thought, He's just like you. 

Erik yanked the covers off of his son, "Up! Let's go." 

Jojo went on a frenzy looking for his covers, but failed so he tucked his knees upwards into his chest to keep the warmth. 

Erik scoffed. "You look like me, but you act like your mama." He grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the foot of the bed, "Don't make me drop you." 

There was a slight grin on Jojo's face, like he wanted Erik to do it. Instead, Erik pulled him off the bed, holding both of Jojo's feet with one hand. Jojo finally busted out laughing and Erik set him back on the floor gently. 

"Again!" The five-year-old exclaimed. His bedhead became even more messy from playing. You were planning on getting their hairs cut eventually, but they wanted to copy their father. You kept Nasir's hair in a little puff and Jojo's in mini twists. Ameena rocked her little curly afro. 

"Nah, we're on a tight schedule." 

Jojo huffed, but followed Erik out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You were able to give them baths individually, but he was running out of time. 

"Do you have to pee?" He asked his son. 

"Nope!" 

Erik felt relieved. 

Ameena was sleeping again so he picked up her bottle and placed it on the dresser. He allowed her to sleep while the two boys took their bath. 

"Can we get bubbles, Daddy?" Nasir asked, filling up his rubber duck with water. 

"Not right now." 

"Yeah! Bubbles!" Jojo chimed in, splashing the water with his hands. 

"When can we get bubbles?" Nasir continued to ask. 

The two of them continued to yell and cheer for bubbles while splashing the water. 

"Later, tonight. Right now y'all just need to-" Erik's eyes widened as he watched the water surrounding Jojo change colour. "Jojo! I thought you ain't have to pee, bruh!" 

He only giggled, "Oops!" 

"Eeewww!" Nasir screamed, jumping up and splashing the water everywhere. 

"Nasir, stop, man! Stop!" Erik scolded and tried to shield himself from the contaminated water.

Then Ameena's cries began.

For fucks sake....

"That took longer than it needed to cuz y'all nasty." Erik shook his head at his sons, Ameena calmed down and was playing with the chain around his neck. 

The two boys laughed.

"Y'all think I'm playing." He used a stern voice. The kids were use to Erik being the fun and playful Dad so they weren't taking him seriously. "I'm being so serious right now." 

"Where's mommy?" Jojo finally questioned. 

"She ain't here right now."

"Mama?" Ameena added. Erik looked at her stunned.

"Yo, did you just talk?" He raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"Yeah, she said 'mama'." Nasir copied her. 

"How you gone say that when she ain't here, but you won't say dada or baba?" He sighed. Of course he was happy that she was grasping words, finally, but he would've preferred it to be dada or baba. He wouldn't tell you that her first word was mama, you never heard her talk yet and he knew you would hold it over his head.

Erik sighed and looked at the more pressing matter in front of him. By the grace of Bast, Erik had the two boys lotioned up and now he had to get their clothes on and their hairs to look decent. He'd always seen you chase one or both of them around the house with their clothes in hand as they ran stark naked or in their underwear. If they were close enough, Erik would catch them, if not, it was all up to you.

"Now I'm not in a playing mood, so don't even try to run." He was using his military voice on them, hoping that would sway them into seeing how serious he was. 

Too bad that only lasted for a moment. Once Nasir had his shirt on, he dashed out the room. 

"Nasir!" Erik yelled.

"Wait for me!" Jojo followed along, racing out the room in only his briefs. 

"Gah lee, bruh!" He huffed. Ameena was laughing at her brothers and her father, showing off two top and two bottom teeth that were just growing in. "You think this is funny too, princess." 

He stepped outside the room and waited for them to run towards his direction. Nasir was first to round the corner and Erik grabbed him right away. He kicked, screamed and laughed as he tried to break free from his father's grasp. Next was Jojo, who's footsteps grew louder as he got closer. Before he could make it fully around the wall, Jojo tripped and bumped his head into the leg of the end table that held family portraits and a small vase Erik brought from Cape Town that all went crashing to the ground. 

"Ooh, shit." Erik winced, listening to his son do that windup cry that all little kids do. He set Nasir down, "See, this is what happens when y'all don't listen." 

He picked Jojo up with his now free arm, bringing him back to the bedroom. 

"You're alright, man." 

Jojo snuggled into his father's neck, his tears and snot staining  Erik's shirt. Ameena reached out to her little brother and made sad babbling noises like she was trying to comfort him. 

"Look, Meena's checking if you're good." He smiled and sat down on the bed. 

"Are you okay, Jojo?" Nasir's voice was really quiet as he looked at his weeping older brother, who only shook his head.

"If we finish getting ready, I can get you some ice." Erik noticed a hematoma forming on Jojo's forehead. She's gonna kill me...

The boys settled down and allowed Erik to finish getting them dressed and he fixed their bedheads, then they went downstairs. You prepared a simple breakfast for them, as if you knew Erik would run out of time. In fact he did, it was already time to leave. He quickly got an ice pack out of the freezer and handed it to Jojo, and got all of their shoes and jackets on. 

"We ready?" He asked them and they nodded, Ameena babbled in her baby language.

"Never again." Erik just got back from dropping the kids off and plopped down, face first on the sofa. 

You appeared from the kitchen, holding his favourite beer. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?" You smirked. 

"Them boys is too much." He sat up and took the beer from your hand. 

"Trust me, I know." You plopped down beside him, snuggling into his side. "You did this to us, just know."

He took a swig of beer, "What? How is this my fault, babe?" 

"Last time I checked, you were the only who bragged about your pullout game being strong." You said with an eye roll.

"It is strong, otherwise I'd have more lil' niggas running around. Not just by you." 

You punched him in the chest, "Fuck you, bruh." 

"Aye, I'm just saying." 

You knew he was telling the truth. Erik was the definition of a whore until he met you.  

"So you really just out here getting me pregnant?"

"And I'm tempted to do it again." He set his drink down and pulled you underneath him. "How long before we gotta pick 'em up?" He rhetorically asked in a lustful tone.

"No, we ain't doing this!" You laugh, placing your foot against his chest. "You don't learn do you?" 

"We make mistakes all the time." He shrugged with a smirk. 

"Boy, whatever." You smiled at Erik.

(Start/Finish: April 12, 2019)

[midnight-oily]

nashuri eclipse gods au | 1/1 | 3.9k | 18+ explicit

Gods do not control the celestial bodies—they are bound by them.

It is both a curse and a gift.

Her gift is the blessed power of the sun which rages within her burning heart. The humans have given her many names—Bast, Xihe, Tapati, Hemera, Beiwe—but to the Earth and Sky, she is Shuri: a goddess that shimmers with golden, vibrant splendor. Her hair is twisted into braids that reach from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. When she moves, they twinkle in the light from the countless precious stones that are intertwined into her locks. She is the first breath a baby takes, the joyful chirp of a songbird at dawn, the warmth of spring after a harsh winter. Where she walks, death lurches away as life blooms in each of her footsteps.

But today, she’s sitting—legs folded neatly on a flat rock at the edge of a forest lake. The babble of water tickles her ears as she waits patiently under the warm, noon day sun. Arching her back, she lets the sunlight kiss between the valleys and hills of her bare, humble curves. Nudity is not a concern for the gods—shame is a human concept after all.

Yet it is a shame that for all her raw godly power, the one thing she wants the most is out of her grasp—obscured by the heavens until the right moment.

It is her curse—their curse.

Shuri’s breath quickens as she watches the sunlight that slips through the tree leaves go from generous round orbs into thinning crescents. A sign that the moment she has been waiting for is approaching. In the sky, the moon slowly makes its way into the crossfire of the sun. Two celestial bodies will soon intertwine in a sacred joining as ancient as the Earth. A shiver runs through her—the long awaited eclipse is imminent.

A shimmering mirage tickles the edge of her vision—a familiar figure sits across from her. The form warps and flickers under the waning light, becoming clearer with every passing second. As the Earth dims into eerie darkness, her heart pounds not in fear, but in anticipation. A man begins to emerge from the haze—Luscious hair frames a devastatingly handsome face. Two wing-tipped ears mirror his winged feet. Soft skin pierced with jade, pearls and gold. He is a vision of a god. A god of her equal.

The man’s translucent form wobbles before it solidifies—under the darkness of totality, he glows gently in contrast to her bold radiance. As his dark, alluring eyes meet her gaze, it takes her breath away.

“Husband.”

He grins widely at her—joyful lunacy upon his lips.

“Wife.”

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[wellpresseddaisy]

A Curriculum for Supplementary OWLs

To obtain the highest marks, students must show proficiency and general knowledge at the OWL level. Students are not expected to work perfectly at this level. For these OWLs, much of the work is done in year-long projects to allow students time to work around academic subjects.

Sewing

General

Describe process for completing a project, including:

Project organization

Obtaining measurements

Selecting a correctly sized pattern

Selecting the correct material, thread, needle (hand or machine), and notions

Pretreatment of fabric

Cutting a pattern

Marking and basting

The correct order of work for sewing a garment

Seam finishing, hemming, and sewing fastenings 

By Hand

Threading a needle

Do you wax your thread

Essential stitches

Running stitch

Back stitch

Half-back-stitch

Combination stitch

Overcasting

Overhanding

Catch stitch

Blanket stitch

Hemming

Vertical hemming

French hem

Rolled hem

Rolled and gathered them

Blind stitch

Hem stitching

Buttonholes

Marking and cutting

Bound

Worked 

Selecting appropriate seam

Plain

French

Felled

Basting and marking with thread

Mending

Machine

Know all parts of machine

Demonstrate machine care, e.g. oiling properly, changing the belt

Select correct needle for machine and install

Select correct thread for machine and thread properly, including bobbin

Demonstrate magical and manual treadling

Sew straight and curved seams

Projects

Project work is dependent upon your chosen era for dress. All OWL projects are expected to be sewn plain, with no embellishment. Projects are worked on through the year and submitted as a portfolio.

Optional projects may be submitted for extra credit. 

Compulsory Projects

Six hemstitched linen napkins

Six handkerchiefs, your choice of fabric, must have a rolled hem

A work or night cap

One shift, shirt, or slip

An apron

Optional projects

A petticoat

A chemisette, fichu, or other such garment

A nightgown or shirt or simple pyjamas

A pair of drawers

An undervest or camisole

Needlework

To achieve an OWL in Needlework, students must show proficiency in three of the following: 

Embroidery

Preparing for a new project

Preparing fabric for embroidery

Show proper use of a hoop

Threading a needle

Selecting appropriate materials

Color theory and selection

Project

Project work is to be completed through the OWL year and submitted as a portfolio.

One sampler showing fifteen embroidery stitches

Runic embroidery IS NOT accepted at OWL level, no matter what Professor Babbling says.

Knitting

Reading a pattern

Explain the pattern

Find the size and gauge information

Select the correct needles

Select the correct yarn

Demonstrate

One type of cast on

Knit stitch

Purl stitch

Garter stitch

One type of bind off

Crochet

Reading a pattern

Explain the pattern

Find the size and gauge information

Select the correct needles

Select the correct thread or yarn

Demonstrate

Chaining

Single crochet

Double crochet

Treble crochet

Tatting

Students may study shuttle tatting or needle tatting.

Reading a pattern

Select the correct thread for a tatting project

Explain the pattern

Demonstrate

Proper handling of a shuttle

Double stitch

Picot

Ring

Flip

Lace making

Students may select one or more forms of lacemaking for their OWL. 

Bobbin

Tape

Needle

Students are only asked to demonstrate some proficiency, not show perfection. For each type of lace, a student should be able to:

Select the appropriate materials

Set up a project

Show knowledge of basic stitches and stitch combinations or create basic patterns

Needle lace, as it is an extremely difficult form to create, is given extra marks.

Project

Project work is to be completed through the OWL year and submitted as a portfolio.

Create 4 inches of a lace of your choice.

Fine Art

All Fine Art OWLs are submitted as a portfolio. Students may select what media they prefer, but must show some proficiency in at least pencil sketching and watercolor work.

Students may submit painted china or screens for extra marks.

Project work is to be completed through the OWL year.

Cookery

The Cookery OWL is for plain cookery and the essentials.

Essentials of Cookery

Terms used in cookery

Food selection

The magical range

Cooking utensils

Cooking methods

Preparing foods for cooking

Order of work

Menu planning

Plain Cookery

Students are expected to know how to prepare:

A breakfast cereal

A hot bread 

A salad and dressing

Macaroni cheese

A plain biscuit or cake

Extra marks awarded to students demonstrating an understanding of:

Pastry

Yeasted breads

Custards

The proper cooking of vegetables

Etiquette

The etiquette OWL asks students to demonstrate an understanding of appropriate behavior in a variety of settings. It comprises both written and practical elements.

Part of the marks for this OWL will occur during afternoon tea. Formal afternoon attire is required.

[nosleeppotions]

Being an Ori'vod was both rewarding, and an absolute curse.

Bast still wasn't quite used to not being one of the Shinies anymore, he was thoroughly unprepared for the new ones. Nobody thought to warn him they were a bunch of osik'ike or that they would become HIS problem.

Many loud arguments, exchanged insults and threats of violence came as a result. Day and night. Sometimes he was THIS close to wrapping his hands around one of their necks and ending them himself.

Sometimes the other vode just wanted them to drop the fight and shut up, but they started it.

Then there were these odd... moments of peace. Where all was quiet, they'd talk like civil beings, a vod'ika might even share a nice treat with him or babble endlessly and he'd let him despite having a pounding headache. Force sometimes they were just straight up nice.

Moments like these were enough for him to actually even feel bad for ever being hostile to his vod'ike.

Only for them to promptly remind him they are in fact still osik'ike.

But Force have mercy on any Separatist or clanker who would try and take them from him. He didn't need to be some abomination or sith or even whatever Alor back on Coruscant was, he'd be worse.

He'd burn the galaxy for those osik'ike, loyalties to the GAR and Jedi be damned.

Now if they could only leave him the kriff alone....

[sokokoko]

Word Of The 💫 Sometimes 💫

Write something based off the vibe you get from this word, based off the definition OR including this word. Can be anything from one sentence to a copious amount of writing.

Today:

Orphic

My go: 696 words

———

Inhale, exhale.

This was it. Today was the day. He totally wasn't freaking out or anything. No siree, Ludwin was the absolute picture of calm. He went to wipe his sweaty hands against his leather pants but thought better of it and rubbed them against his tunic. Okay, so he was a little nervous but that was normal! Fine, even. Nerves were good. His mentor herself had said that being scared to fail means you care a lot. And he did care, so everything checked out.

He needed to become a Witch. It was beyond important that he became a Witch. Maggie’s outings as Raven Hood were doing a good job keeping them afloat but they needed more. He needed this job. His work as Bast O’ Belle’s assistant gave him so many valuable skills. If he were to fail at becoming a Witch, Miss Belle would likely be opposed to associating with him any longer, right? So he needed this to work.

Ludwin felt awkward kneeling down in the empty room waiting for the ‘connection’. He was supposed to reach out and Magic would reach back, apparently. How long had he been in this room? How much longer would it be? Was he just supposed to stay in the room until he got it? Would Miss Belle be angry if they had to pick this up tomorrow? His siblings would be getting worried if he took too long.

A heat swirled in Ludwin’s face and he felt tears spring to his eyes. Magic? Are you there? Couldn't the entity hear him? Didn't it understand he needed a Witch Pact to help raise his little siblings? They were not going back to a situation where his six year old brother would be pitted against Syphons. Full grown Knights had died to Syphons. Regularly died to them, in fact! Lon had already learned to fear their parents, when to be deathly quiet and when he wasn't allowed to act like a child. He had learned he would get no love from Mother and Father. Though it was Father who manhandled Lon and ordered him to ‘train’ against the creatures, Mother was the one who purchased the Syphons and kept them alive. If Ludwin was a Witch, it would be so much easier to hide from them. His familiar would have a vested interest in keeping him alive and, by his orders, would not let his siblings die or be found. It was foolproof. But it wasn't working.

Ludwin hiccuped. Not long after, he devolved into full blown sobbing.

Oh? Oh!

His sobs stuttered. What was that?

He paused, looking around the room. Why was there a voice crooning in his ear? Something warm wiped the tears from his cheeks and he heard shushing noises.

Miss Belle? Was it Bast O’ Belle? Did she really not mind that he was too useless to be a Witch?

Want? You want? the voice purred. It was difficult to describe. The voice was high, in a giggly, gurgly sort of way? Like a fairy, he supposed. It echoed in his mind like it was being beamed straight into his head but at the same time it was in his ears like any other voice. It was in his ears, his mind, his chest, his heart, caressing his face, its arms around him—

Ludwin blinked. It was everywhere and nowhere and with him but so far away. Ugh, this was making his head hurt. He was distinctly uncomfortable yet the most warm and comfortable he'd ever been. Was this why people became Witches?

The voice again called out to him.

Want promise?

“Yes!” he said, his mind finally catching up to what it was saying. “Yes, Magic!”

Magic’s response registered to a part of him that he was sure didn't exist. The answering delighted pats touched no organ or limb that Ludwin knew of. But it filled him with a heavy relief.

My Witch, my Witch, another Witch! Magic crooned.

It was just babbling. But somehow, Ludwin knew that things would be alright now. His body grew heavier and heavier along with his eyes, the world around him darkening.

Here I go.

[oldmanraven]

Wait wait wait wait hold on time in auldrant is weird right like 1 year is actually 765 days. So that means...

In earth time, Jade would be fuckin like 73???

They clearly didn't math this out well? When I learned there was an extra month, I was like okay, they're all like maybe a year older than we think but uh their years are 2.5 years for us. Everyone's like double the age we think they are...

Yall wait yall wait wait wait

Are the people of auldrant all half elves or smth??? They can all (kinda) use magic too - like it's a normal part of life.

Auldrant is a planet of non-humans

[rezuto-nighthollow]

I have very few followers, but to those of you who do:

WoW players are jumping ship to FFXIV

I have no problem with this, but I do want people to be aware so that we can maintain the level of community we have in FF.

WoW is known to have become toxic in its playerbase. It's up to us -- the veteran players of FFXIV -- to welcome the newcomers and to STOP any toxic behaviour.

If someone in your dungeon is being a dick, call them out.

Protect the new players and give them the support that you wanted or got when you first started the game.

Defend new players and people who get mechs wrong.

Teach with kindness and patience.

Let Eorzea be a fun and loving place with no room for toxic players.

[jokers-just-this-guy-you-know]

Bad supervillain idea

Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way

"Ugh batman is such a poser i bet he doesn't even know who MCR is"

"Name three Good Charlotte songs, and I'll let ur lame prep girlfriend go."

"Robin? Oh. I call him satin because its more goffik that way"

[moondustandstarshine]

Deity Question

Okay, so @ anyone that worships a deity I am very much Not religious, nor do I worship or follow anyone, but I still feel a… connection I guess to certain things/people.

So my question; would it be alright for someone who doesn’t follow/worship to still like… Nod to them I guess?

Like, I have a pendant for Bast and I’ve been looking at some things for Hecate. Would it be alright for me to have tokens/symbols/whatever for them if I’m not one of their followers? I’m not interested in asking them for anything, it’s just the thought of having something that represents them feels right? But I don’t want to disrespect them or their followers, so I’m asking for opinions.

Any help is very appreciated! 💜

[cyborg-franky]

Drabble, M or GN reader x Ace and Marco where reader tries to steal medical supplies from what they think is the Moby Dick without any devil fruit users or commanders aboard, cause that's less terrifying to them than getting risk caught stealing from the hospital by the marines

I hope I did this right!

- He’d staid aboard to nap, it was always a lot of work to wake the man up so most people left him too it, Marco had told people as long as he wasn’t in danger it was best to let him wake up naturally.

- Ace was a little confused about where his shipmates were, just walking around, most either on the island or busy with duties that kept them below deck.

- He wanted to go and bother the doctor, heading to Marco’s office he noticed the door open a crack, the zoan never left the door open this way..

- “Marco?” He called peeking into the office, seeing no one yet he heard a rattle in the back.

- “MARCO” Ace shouted again and followed the sound.

- That was when he came face to face with you, your bag open, eyes wide, a jar of something Ace didn’t recognise had rolled from your grasp.

- He raised a hand, flames erupting from the palm, he narrowed his eyes “And what the fuck do you think your doing?” Ace was sure there were members of the crew he didn’t recognise but he knew for a fact you weren’t acting like someone who was a member of the crew.

- Seeing the fire you jumped out of your skin and babbled your excuses, they all fell out in a jumbled mess.

- Ace tilted his head to one side and listened as you tried to straighten up your words for him.

- “Alright, alright, calm down, jeeze you can go I won’t stop you! I’m sure we won’t mind if something goes missing for a good cause”

- You could breathe, that was so much pressure.

- Marco noticed things going missing on the first day, he kept careful stock of everything in his office.

- He only played it out so long because he’d been bored, and this game was fun he couldn’t wait to see the little mouse that was hiding somewhere.

- He wasn’t too concerned there was a danger on the ship, even when most of their strong crewmembers were busy or elsewhere.

- You were stealing medical supplies, Marco had a hunch you were either in bad shape, thus wouldn’t put up much of a fight or you really needed the supplies.

- It was on the third night that he’d came In and spotted you, was late at night, you didn’t expect him to return this late.

- Marco grinned ear to ear “Ah, little mouse” he said softly as he closed the door and walked over to you, sitting on his chair as he regarded you, eyes scanning you for a threat or an injury.

- You felt so intimidated by his overall presence that you simply put your hands up and explained everything, the zoan just nodded after hearing your story.

- “Alright, I understand, things cost though so I’m going to have to put you to work for a night to compensate yoi”

- “Okay that’s fair” You guessed but worried what the doctor had planned.

- “How does washing dishes for a thousand people sound?”

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