wonderjanga · 2 days ago
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Cults Galore
Cults. If the JL had a nickel for every cult dedicated to Marvel they’ve found, they’d have two nickels. Don’t get them wrong, it’s not a lot, but it’s still concerning.
Aquaman, Green Lantern, and Marvel were sent to an alien planet. They needed to establish peaceful contact with the people there. That was the goal. So why? Why in the Gods’ names are the people here all tatted up with lightning bolts suspiciously similar to Marvel’s. Why are they calling Marvel Thavma? And most importantly, why are the three being lead to some type of shrine?
Hal: “Hey uh… I’m sorry to ask, but what does this shrine you told us about have to do with the treaty you need to sign?”
Alien Leader: “They are sacred grounds.”
Hal: “Okay…?”
Alien Leader: *continued to lead them until they came upon a bunch of people petrified into stone. The people were placed in a circle, in the middle was a grand shrine*
Aquaman: “What’s with all the statues?”
Alien Leader: “Statues- ah yes. The statues.” *looks to Marvel* “We’ve all kept them preserved just for you. Just in case that of off chance you decided to grace us with your presence again. And would you look at that? It paid off.”
Marvel: *awkwardly smiles at the Alien leader*
Alien Leader: *looks back ahead*
Marvel: *elbows Aquaman and starts speak in Atlantean* “This guy’s creepy.”
Aquaman: *responds in Atlantean* “I know.”
Hal: “What’d you guys say?”
Marvel: *switches back to English* “We’ll tell you when we get back to the ship.”
*awkward silence of following the Alien Leader*
Aquaman: “So… The statues. You make em or something?”
Alien Leader: “No no no. They’re all soldiers of the people who used to oppress our kind. They were petrified by our very lord themself during the uprising.” *looks over to Marvel* “Do tell me you remember?”
Marvel: *searches though memories and finds out a previous champion had done all of this* “I do.” *looks literally anywhere but Hal and Arthur*
Hal and Aquaman: *immediately share a look*
Later…
Marvel, Hal, and Arthur: *all at a burger joint eating in civvies*
Arthur: “I don’t get it. How do you just fail to mention that you petrified an entire army?”
Marvel: *shrugs* “I kinda forgot.”
Hal: “How do you just forget that? Also, you guys never told me about what you guys were saying. Are you guys gonna spill the beans now or what?”
Marvel: “What are you talking about?”
Hal: “When you elbowed Arthur?”
Marvel: “Ohhhh that.”
Arthur: “We were just talking about how the guy was creepy.”
Hal: *nods head* “True dat. True dat.”
Then there was the second cult. This one’s human though, don’t worry. This cult was found by Marvel, Batman and Robin.
Marvel: “I thought you just said this was just a cult. Not a cult for me.” *looking around at the various tapestries with his lightning bolt symbol*
Robin!Damian: “What makes you think it’s for you?”
Marvel: *gestures to the lightning bolt on his chest, then to the other lightning bolts on the decor of the place*
Batman: “They were worshiping someone named Keraunos.”
Robin!Damian: “And unless your name is Keraunos, it’s not for you.”
Marvel: “I’ll have you know it’s actually one of my names.” *walks until he stops in front of a fountain*
Robin: “You can’t be serious. Why would they worship you of all people? There’s hardly anything of value to worship in the first place.” *follows after him and stops near the fountain too*
Marvel: “Should I be offended by that?” *looks down at the water* “Geez, were they drinking electricity charged water? Normal humans cannot do that.”
Batman: *also walks over and kneels down slightly to read a plaque* “This plaque says the water was blessed by you.”
Marvel: “Uuuhhhh… No it isn’t.” *sticks a finger into the water* “This is just normal electricity.”
Robin: *tries to stick his own finger in*
Batman: *swats Damian’s hand away* “Regardless, what’s causing the electricity?”
Marvel: *puts some of his own lightning into the water*
Batman, Robin, Marvel: *hear something short fuse and look to see something off to the side smoking*
Marvel: “Probably that.”
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alanisinstone · 1 day ago
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i feel like marine rafe would move fairly quick in a relationship. like he probably thinks you’re the one within a month or so
no literally bcs we all know rafe is NO stranger to the attention of a female. but he’s been grinding since he was a BOY in the army and at home so he’s never stuck around for more than a hookup tbh
and when he did stick around it’s not like any of them girls were waiting for him when he got back from deployment, so he never rlly cared that much anyway
but with youuuu… that boy ain’t even wanna leave when they called him to ship out. and he knew that meant something bcs he’s neverrr had a problem leaving. but he really wanted to stay with you, like he new that he’d never get a chance at the feeling you give him again. you guys had JUST met and there were so many things he wanted to show you and do with you, and do for you. he knew FS you would be cuffed or smth by the time he came back, so he said oh well another one bites the dust yk.
but you were well aware of his job and how long he would be gone this deployment, so sure enough you were there waiting when he touched down with a cold miller lite and the sundress he bought you waving in the wind.
he didn’t even know what to say. literally speechless bcs??? no girl has ever waited for him before. he walked up to you with this dopey look on his face and said “i don’t think you even know what you do to me”
you chuckled handing him his beer, squinting in the sun “you do the same to me. that’s why i’m here rafe” he chugged that shit, drained and ready to go home.
“if some dickhead didn’t beat me to it, you’re mine now. we’re locked in.”
you smiled, grabbing a sip of his beer “locked the fuck in babyyy. hurry up and put a ring on it idiot”
he diddddd end up planning a whole surprise for you, asking you to be his FORMALLY bcs he’s a gentleman don’t play w me. there were rose petals and candles and pasta and lobster that’s all imma say
ahhhhh 😌 i need him in a sick way
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fiamat12 · 3 days ago
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I’ve really been trying to wrap my brain around these people who claim to be “fans” of Nic’s who support these articles that are clearly bashing her and her work. These people are so excited and citing these gossip rags as proof that “they were right” while ignoring the woman who they have used as a self-insert. For the gossip rags making money off of this narrative, turning Nic into the older woman, cougar, calling JD her “toyboy” is so offensive and disgusting. These are the same gossip rags who misspelled and mispronounced her name (DM 🙄) but continue to attempt to do anything to destroy her character.
With these reminders, let’s revisit why JD is the one who they are literally thirsting over. These “fans” are the ones who have always oversexualized and made disgusting comments about Nic. My theory from what I’ve seen of these people is that they see JD as someone more attainable to them. They turned on Luke because they thought he chose A over Nic. They have spent all of summer destroying him as a person despite Nic’s countless times praising him. These people can’t even keep a story straight over if they’re “just friends” or hating each other. Imo, both sides are wrong because Nic has told us otherwise:
“I don’t have a relationship with anyone in my life like I do with Luke.”
“A lot of people want me to marry Luke.”
“We have a very special relationship.”
Ever since Papgate, these people were willing to jump on any ship that involved another man. Even if that man is significantly and problematically younger than her, or is a (rumored) gay man, someone who one of her best friends describes as a “little brother.” But, that’s more attainable than the villain who they have made Luke out to be. These vile people have used Nic as a self insert for too damn long. To the point these gossip rags are clinging to them to destroy Nic’s image in the process. Absolutely vile.
Basically, I don’t think these “fans” or the media could handle Nic and Luke hard launching their relationship. Honestly, it would make Nic and Luke look too good and these shitty excuses for “fans” are helping these people make money off of it.
Being relatable is Nic & Luke's greatest strength and greatest weakness because while they are beloved they also get SO MUCH projected onto them that has nothing to do with them.
I will always believe in how they describe each other as good people and how they describe their love for each other, which will outlast all these gossip sites and false narratives.
Patience, my friends 🙏 This will be a case where love wins.
More from X...⬇️
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theresattrpgforthat · 1 day ago
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Character Friction: On “Asshole Characters”, or Shitty Little Guys.
A while ago I floated a few thoughts I had about “asshole” characters in the Indy TTRPGs community. I floated these questions because I had been listening to this interview between Klaus von Hohenloe of The Dungeon Newb's Guide and The Panic Table. In particular, Klaus mentions that some games don’t allow for player friction, and in games where this is the case (cough D&D cough), it culminates in a horrible experience for all involved.
To illustrate, I’m going to talk about some experience I’ve had with my own play groups.
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Art from Last Fleet, by Vicentius Matthew.
It might be shocking to hear, but I’ve played D&D once or twice. I remember being in a campaign with two players who wanted very different things from that game. Player A wanted to bring their character on a deep emotional journey, while Player B wanted to act as strategically as possible in pursuit of their character’s benefit, often to the detriment of other members of the party. My own character wanted to track down leads to a mystery that mattered to her, but not really to anyone else. This often led to frustrating moments where characters might not communicate as much information to the party as they might have otherwise, and in other cases one character’s actions could pull the entire party’s journey off-course.
The three of us all played together in a completely different game, three years later - Last Fleet. Let me tell you, the character interactions were completely flipped on their heads. Player A got a dramatic emotional arc around an NPC who was integral to the main plot. Player B got to pursue their own agenda, often in ways that worked against the efforts of other PCs. As the GM, I was given tools that actually encouraged both of these moments: both pushing Player A to wrestle with their relationship and implicating Player B as a suspicious person very early on.
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A basic move from Last Fleet.
There are a number of reasons this worked in Last Fleet and not in D&D. One, Last Fleet playbooks often encourage players to keep secrets, work against the benefit of the crew, and fuck up their relationships with each-other. Two, Last Fleet has something called the Pressure mechanic. This is both a resource and a time bomb: you can mark Pressure to improve your chances of success, but hit your cap and your character has to do something to relieve their stress - and that choice is usually rather detrimental to the ship.
Finally, Last Fleet’s a different kind of story. You’re not playing heroic adventurers fighting monsters and clearing out dungeons. You’re playing the last desperate strains of humanity, fleeing an alien threat that has the power to infiltrate your fleet and resemble the ones you love most. Last Fleet is all about how a high-stress situation can lead people to making poor decisions, and, should you desire, it can also be about how people are sometimes forced to rely on each-other in order to get through a harrowing situation.
When I compare these situations, I don’t think we had bad players at the table: we just had the wrong kind of game for the story that the players wanted. I suppose I haven’t necessarily played enough D&D to say that it can’t allow for compelling, flawed characters - what I like to call “shitty little guys” - but I certainly don’t think it’s a play culture that accounts for the diversity of player goals.
More to the point, I find myself really drawn to playing flawed characters - both with them and for them. I love my over-perfectionist superhero in MASKS who lashes out when her friends don’t meet her standards. I adore my Thirsty Sword Lesbian who doesn’t know how to flirt or how to process emotions. I’m having so much fun watching play-testers pick up their various monsters in Protect the Child and demonstrate each character’s struggles when it comes to relating to a kid. I think it’s fascinating that in Changeling: the Lost 1e, a Fairest is rewarded with a discount when they use their Contracts of Reflection to spy on people that they love.
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Contract of Reflections, Equinox Road Sourcebook, Changeling the Lost 1e.
I’ve personally seen the most leeway for character friction in PbtA games, like Apocalypse World, Urban Shadows, and Apocalypse Keys. When I brought up the question in the Community post, I asked folks for other examples of playing Shitty Little Guys. Their interpretations were really interesting, and far broader than my initial scope.
@nebmia mentioned that by giving your characters “unpleasant” abilities, it will incentivize them to use those abilities in unpleasant ways.
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@goblincow has a lot of thoughts about creating little guys who aren’t just horrible, but are also in horrible situations - which gives license for the players to endanger their characters in the pursuit of mischief.
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@airkseablade brought up Tenra Bansho Zero, and how it uses something called an “Emotion Matrix” to randomly determine how a player character might reaction to meeting a new person, as well as “Fates”, which are goals that each player is rewarded for playing towards, but mostly based on group consensus.
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@willknightauthor talked about Wraith: (The Oblivion?), and how each archetype available to players has a part of themselves that pulls them towards darker choices.
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It turns out that we really like playing characters who are mean-spirited, greedy, and struggling to get what they want, and we have a lot of different ways to make that happen. It reminds me of a common piece of advice given to writers when they’re writing a novel - you want a character who’s flawed, because those flaws can be used.
In games like Trilogy or TSL, you might want those flaws because you want to see your character overcome them. In games like Mothership or Cairn, you might want those flaws because then it makes it easier to push your guys through a meat-grinder. In games like Hillfolk or Apocalypse World, you might want those flaws because you want to see just how much well-meaning or desperate characters can fuck each-other up, given the right circumstances.
So what’s the point of all this? What am I trying to get out of this?
When I hear stories about horrible players, the experience I’ve had at my tables makes me want to approach these “trouble” players with a bit of grace. Perhaps these “trouble” players simply want something that is a challenge to provide in a game like D&D, but in Mothership, Urban Shadows, Apocalypse World etc., they might find their choices welcomed and encouraged. And if you've found yourself being accused of being a "trouble" player because you like to a cause drama, perhaps these games might be more up your alley than you think!
Consider playing a game with horrible guys who suck today!
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spxllcxstxr · 2 days ago
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Fair Winds and Following Seas • R.R
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(Gif not mine)
Request: That Roman soulmate fic was sooo good 😭😭😭 argfhh biting my pillow rn. May I request a scene rewrite of your choice of them already in an established relationship? They’d have cute bickering and lots of casual physical contact all the time. Maybe theyre on a yacht together like that one episode and theyre just so intertwined all the time that its hard to tell where roman ends and reader starts 😣-- anon
Summary: Roman seems to like casual intimacy, even in front of his family
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), based on 2x10 “this is not for tears,” established relationship, alcohol, ken suicide joke (one line, nbd), roman jokingly calls something 'domestic abuse' it certainly is NOT that, normal Roman shenanigans
Word Count: 1.1k
A.N: guys, I usually write fantasy so this dialogue may just suck ass im SORRY LMAO, lemme know what you think!!! Hope you guys enjoy! Roman is so bbg
The Mediterranean sun warms your exposed skin while the sea breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot. The Roy's certainly knew how to take a vacation.
Roman lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders, the small act of casual intimacy in front of his siblings something you still can't really get used to just yet. The family, you learned pretty quickly, was not a clingy one, so Roman's constant need to be touching you in some way in front of them was unexpected.
You sigh happily at his side, ignoring the boring work talk the siblings had already immersed themselves in.
The weather was just too divine for you to focus on anything other than the free vacation and your boyfriend.
Shiv's piercing blue eyes peer curiously over her dark sunglasses. Her gaze causes you to straighten your back and shift ever so slightly away from Roman. You've noticed that her and Tom were never exactly touchy, but then again her and Tom were barely a loving couple.
The harsh scrutiny of her stare doesn't go unnoticed by Roman, who immediately pulls you back closer to him. Your cheeks flush at his blatant display of affection.
"Something the matter, Siobhan?" Roman asks, his voice slightly higher than usual with a British twang to it. His fingers absentmindedly trace odd shapes across your back. He sips at his cocktail, eyebrows raised waiting for her retort.
Shiv’s intense gaze slowly slides over to Kendall. Their older brother offers your group a half-assed shrug.
"Nothing at all, Roman." She offers you both a tight-lipped smile, swirling her white wine in front of her.
Awkwardly you lean back into him as he sarcastically grumbles something under his breath, unconvinced. Roman’s body in tense beside you, but stays firmly pressed next to your own.
Sounds of waves crashing against the yacht and distant conversations almost lure you to sleep though the three sibling’s chatter keeps you just conscious enough that you don’t completely drift off.
You hear Kendall get up from his seat, his joints popping.
"I'm gunna go check on dad," He says, voice low though he knows you're not actually asleep. "I'll catch you guys later."
"Just don't jump off the boat, Ken. We're not turning the ship around just for your old-ass." Roman jokes before yelping at Shiv's slap to the shoulder.
You hide your tiny grin with a fake yawn.
"Very funny, Rome," Ken mutters before leaving the three of you.
It's awkward, just the three of you alone; the tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. Shiv clears her throat and you can only imagine the patronizing look she has on her face. Roman shifts, and most likely flips her off, but otherwise he's silent.
Moments later you hear the thud of expensive yet tacky yachting shoes against the floorboards, which could only mean Tom.
"Shiv, uh," The man stutters, obviously distracted by something. Slowly you open an eye, peering over at the man. "Why don't we go and uh, discuss that thing from before, huh?"
Tom's eyes can barely settle on one thing, he looks between you and Roman before only briefly settling on his wife. His cheeks are a little red, but with a man that pasty, it's sure to be a light sunburn.
"Oh yeah?" She asks, almost seductively, blue eyes twinkling with some hidden secret.
Tom's lips tilt down into a frown, now no longer even looking in your direction. He's jealous, you figure, you've never seen him and Shiv cuddled up like this, at least not comfortably so. Someone is always tense and irritated.
After sparing her husband a glance, you see her eyes narrow and her lips drawing into a tight line.
You offer them a smile while Roman once again gives a rude gesture.
Swiftly, Shiv rises from her seat, empty wine glass in hand. She barely gestures a simple goodbye before walking away with Tom. You watch as she says something to him, which makes him recoil from her.
You could only imagine what that was about, but you figure it was you and Roman.
You press your cheek even harder against Roman's chest, almost like you're trying to burrow your way under his skin. The fresh white linen shirt he's wearing is soft underneath you. His uncalloused fingertips continue to dance across your exposed arm.
He's no longer tense, you notice; his muscles are more relaxed now that his siblings are nowhere to be seen. Logan wasn't around either, which eased the thick and looming tension that usually hung around the family.
Roman chuckles, tangling his feet around yours.
"What's got you all giggly today?" You ask, closing your eyes as you soak in more of the warmth.
"I'm not giggly, thank you very much. Giggling is for school girls and wine drunk single moms."
"Yeah, ok," You snort, smiling.
"You're just all over me like a fucking uh--"
"Koala?"
"Nah, more like one of those bigass fucking boa constrictors, y'know the ones I'm talking about?"
"A boa constrictor?" You gasp, jokingly offended at his words. Shifting from your position you eye your boyfriend. "You asshole!" Grabbing a small pillow from beside you, you hit him square in the chest repeatedly.
You're hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips, pinning him to the couch below him.
"Hey, hey!" He laughs, attempting to grab your wrists. "This is domestic abuse! ABUSE! ABUSE! Greg call the cops, she's beating me!"
Somewhere in the distance you can only faintly hear Greg stutter something, but your laughter is too loud to actually make it out.
Roman finally grabs the decorative pillow out of your hands and flings it somewhere.
His brown hair is messy, strands dangle in front of his eyes, no longer slicked back and proper. The laughter dies down but his bright smile remains, melting your heart.
"You're an absolute prick, Roman Roy, y'know that?" You whisper, lips lingering right over his.
"Oh I know," He smirks, irritatingly handsome like usual, eyes flicking between your own and your lips. "And you fucking love it."
Surging up, his lips connect with yours, traces of coconut and pineapple left on his tongue. The sweetness of rum mingles with the fruity aftertaste.
Humming in satisfaction, you close your eyes and place your hands on either side of his face, leaning into the kiss. Roman's light scruff rubs against your palms.
Eventually you pull back in order to breathe in the salty Mediterranean air. Roman's lips chase after your own, hoping to continue and subsequently never stop again.
"Yeah, I do." You sigh, gazing at his eyes as they turn into a molten shimmering gold hue in the afternoon sun.
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pedropascallme · 1 day ago
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☆Kinktober 2024☆
Day 22: Jealous sex
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) jealous!possessive!Din, degradation (Din calls reader a whore), fingering, dirty talk, lowkey a lot of fluff, if I missed anything please let me know!
In the Cantina, he seemed tense. If you could even call it that.
Really, was there ever a waking moment where Din didn’t look at least a little robotic beneath his armor? Holding himself up with rigid muscles to support the way he already towered over contacts and passersby?
Greef didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Most of his focus was on you, anyway.
“Always happy to have you around for a visit, little lady.” He’d said, the warm smile he always wore shining a little brighter when he’d seen you accompanying Din.
You tried to tune out their conversation. Per usual, it didn’t pertain to you—not in the way it did to Din, anyway; you’d know dates and times, but you didn’t much care to know whether a bounty would be brought in cold or not.
All that mattered to you was what system you’d be in and how long Din would be gone, and when that part of the conversation ended, so, too, did your interest.
But Karga always kept it interesting. Trying to include you, trying to include the kid; he cooed over the baby’s cradle, buying you a drink and offering to “buy Mando one just so you can have a little extra for coming all this way for business.”
Din’s hand never left your thigh, perched just under the hem of your dress.
And it didn’t really come off as anything out of the ordinary; on the contrary, it was one of the few subtle gestures of affection he allowed himself when outside the comfort of the ship.
But when you laughed at Greef’s jokes, Din’s fingers tightened; when you leaned in to listen to the hushed words Greef spoke over the table, Din’s hand moved upwards beneath the hem of your dress.
And that was new.
When you’d offered Greef a pat on the back that turned into a friendly hug goodbye as you prepared to leave, Din grunted out a low “Alright.”
And that was new, too.
When you began the trek back to the Crest, he was typically silent. There was no mention of what had happened at the cantina on Din’s part, and you followed suit, unsure if it was even worthy of bringing up.
He was certainly walking faster, though, as if the weight of the beskar suddenly disappeared. He seemed eager to get to the ship—which was understandable, meetings with Greef were always somewhat bleak, even when they were friendly.
After a drawn-out walk riddled with silence, the Crest was a welcome respite to your uncertainty.
You put the kid to bed, closing the top of his bassinet and letting it float idly in the kitchenette. You stood in your room, internally debating whether or not you wanted to find Din, wherever he had tucked himself away, or if you should give into the urge to fall asleep.
Your questions were answered when he walked in behind you, door closing after him.
“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” It was sudden and terse, spoken like a true Mandalorian.
“Who?” You turned yourself to look up at him, furrowing your brow and pairing it with a soft smile. “Greef?”
Silence. Then; “It’s unprofessional.”
“It’s unprofessional to bring your partner to a business meeting.” You countered with a smirk.
“It isn’t funny,” Din wasn’t going to let this go. “I think it’s…negligent.”
“On your part or his?” You continued to make light of his comments. “Din—it’s just Greef.”
“He’s not the only one.”
“Only one I’ve noticed,” you sighed, “And he’s old, Din, he’s being nice.”
“I’m old, cyare,” Din took a step forward and you smiled. “And I’ve noticed. Can’t go anywhere without people trying to break their neck to get a good look at you.”
“He’s older than you,” you clarified, “And they’re staring at the kid and his funny ears. Even if they were looking at me—I don’t care.”  
Din huffed beneath his helmet, and you could only imagine that he was rolling his eyes, frustrated by your lack of regard to his worry.
“Din…” now you took a step closer to him, “Are you jealous of the attention I get?” Your lip curled into a coy smile, pressing a hand to his armor-clad chest.
“No,” he let you touch him, “Irritated that people try to make a display of what’s mine.” He placed his hand over yours where it sat on his chest.
“Then do something about it.” You looked at his gloved hand engulfing your own.
There was another pause, longer this time, and it made you shift on your feet in anticipation. But Din didn’t keep you waiting, grabbing you by the waist and maneuvering you onto your back on the cot. Your legs hung over the edge, and you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a good look of him where he stood before you.
“Do something about it?” He asked, but not for an answer. “Do you need a reminder, mesh’la?”
“A reminder of what?” You played dumb.
“Need me to remind you whose you are?” He leaned forward, pushing your legs open with his knee and slotting his thigh between your legs. “Who you belong to…”
“I could—I could use a memory aid.” Your breath hitched when he pressed his thigh firmly against your clothed cunt.
Din’s head tilted down to look at you. “Figured.”
He finally put his hands on you after what felt like forever; undoing the buttons that lined the front of your dress with haste, rather than ease. He fumbled over some of them, opting to stop when he’d exposed your chest.
“Just—” he took a step back, hands finding your thighs and pulling. “Lift your hips.”
You obliged, moving your hips to give him the space to hike up your dress and strip you of your underwear. He threw it onto the bed, not focused on where it would land, without removing his gaze from you.
“What do you want? My mouth? Huh?” He reached under the hem of your half-buttoned dress and pressed his hand onto your stomach, just above where you needed him. “Tell me. Tell me so I can remind you how good I make you feel.”
“Anything,” you mumbled up at him. “You can do anything.” You rested your hand on top of his over your rumpled dress.
“You’re a whore,” he huffed a quick laugh. His hand slipped from under your dress, moving to join his other in removing his helmet. “You’re a greedy whore.” Unmodulated, the words still packed no bite—he was jealous, yes, but he didn’t mean what he said; he just knew they’d turn you into putty in his hands and get you to say what he wanted to hear.
“I’m your whore.” You smiled when the weight of the helmet fell onto the cot, gazing at him in admiration and lust. His eyes were just as blown out as yours, his hair messy and sticking to his forehead.
Din, in all his glory. Riled up and needy and yours.
He didn’t grace you with a response, kneeling in front of you and bringing his face to your cunt. His hands pushed against the skin of your inner thighs, encouraging you to keep your legs open for him as he licked a stripe up your slit.
“Would you let them taste you?” He mumbled, his tongue reaching your clit and flicking at it gently.
You whimpered a response. It wasn’t as if Din never went down on you—in fact, when he’d first taken his helmet off in front of you, it’s all he wanted to do for about a week—but in this state, the way he teased and the need in his words made you feel a hot ache in your core.
“Would you?” He pushed, moving his hand to graze gloved fingers over your cunt.
“No!” You gasped when he pushed a finger inside of you; the leather of his glove was warm and struggled against your walls, even dripping as you were.
But your gratification of being filled countered any discomfort, and a brief glance down at Din proved that he was just as entranced by the look as you were by the feeling.
“Only me,” he looked up at you through lidded eyes, lips parted to allow the words to come out in a gruff whisper. “Tell me.”
“Only you, Din,” you reached for him, trying to find his free hand to ground you to him. He allowed you to grab at his fingers, lacing them with yours. “I only ever want you.”
“Yes,” he breathed, clearly satisfied. Part of him, though, still wanted more, and he pushed another finger into you to watch your back arch. “Mine.”
“Yours,” you reassured, “I’m yours. Always.”
He growled then, no longer interested in drawing this out and staking his claim—he knew his jealousy was unwarranted, knew that you would always be his and he, in turn, would always be yours.
He just disliked the idea of anybody looking at you with malintent; hated the voice that crept into his head that perhaps someday it would be someone that could give you more, and that you’d see him for the washout he thought he was.
But you didn’t. You wouldn’t. You were his, always.
You said as much.
He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over the swollen bud as he increased the pressure of the suction, curling his fingers into you.
You hooked a knee behind him, overwhelmed by the pleasure but still bent on feeling more of him. He grunted, increasing the pace at which he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, and your back arched off the cot in excitement.
“Cum,” he was practically begging, so eager to feel you clench his fingers and shake for him. “Cum for me. Show me you’re mine, cyar’ika.”
He pressed the pads of his fingers up and into the spongy spot he knew so well, watching you come undone for him.
“Din it’s—I—yes, yes…!” Your moans were breathy and barely coherent, focused only on the pleasure he provided. Your legs spasmed around him, walls squeezing his fingers, and he continued to lap at you through your high.
You tugged on his hair, overstimulated and exhausted. He took the hint, rising to sit on the edge of the bed and look over you.
“Would you let them make you cum like that?” He pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of your chest, licking over your nipple.
You shivered, cupping the back of his head.
“Couldn’t let them,” you sighed happily, “Nobody but you could ever make me cum like that.”
That earned you a soft growl, and he removed himself from your chest to kiss your jaw, stubble tickling your skin.
“That’s right.” He breathed against you, leaning back to lie down next to you sideways in the cot.
“Never have to worry,” you curled into him, “I’m yours, Din. There’s nobody else but you. There never will be.”
“I know, cyare,” he wrapped an arm around you, tugging you into him and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m yours.”
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herefortheships · 2 days ago
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Antis will call you a creep for liking what they think is a “problematic ship”, and then proceed to stalk your comments on social media so they can argue with you everywhere. I don’t know about you, but that kind of stalking actually looks like creep behavior to me. Like why are you stalking my posts, comments and replies? Also stop consuming this type of content if it bothers you so much. Lol
And if you want to consume Beetlejuice content on YouTube and not see any Lydia x Beetlejuice shipping comments… use an extension to hide the comments, my friend, because the majority of the audience supports the ship after the sequel, so you’re gonna see a lot of people asking for them to get married and commenting about how much they love them, etc. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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i'm reading ruin and rising right now and omgg darkling is like insane??? he is so casually cruel to Alina but then has these moments when he is tender with her like gathering her in his arms and kissing her forehead right after burning her childhood home and murdering her mother figure. i'm dying to know just what was going on in his head at that moment like GET AWAY FROM HER ARE YOU INSANE?? there's another scene in the first book i think where he gets angry that she flinched at his touch like yeah? what else do you expect dude you just collared her???
SHFGFHFGH I would not call that kiss tender actually, like it’s scary! It’s part of the horror of that scene!
But yeah he goes fucking craaaazy, it’s great. Shout out to him literally, personally, crushing her arm under his boot in the climactic sequence.
A lot of people say he’s like OOC or unevenly written in the last book, and it’s my forever, and ig extremely unpopular, opinion that he’s… been… behaving like that? Like idk Siege and Storm is right fucking there, it opens with the ship sequence and him having a nichevo’ya bite her for the hell of it, and then later threatening to skin her alive. The same book we see that he’s blinded Baghra, had Genya mutilated, and killed basically everyone in the Little Palace. Like, I don’t think there’s much of a moral escalation happening for him in R&R!
Anyway, he really comes from a place of entitlement when it comes to Alina. So he gets angry when she’s not receptive to him. Like sure, he put a fucking collar on her but she’s His and it’s Not Supposed To Be Like This. I don’t think he’s necessarily not expecting it in the moment, but like he was waiting for the Sun Summoner for so long! She was supposed to be the answer to all his problems! Why did she have to be difficult and ruin everything!
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dilirebas · 1 year ago
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不羡天地 唯云知羽,you remain undefeated
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hawkeyeslaughter · 7 months ago
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johnny x my very favorite bruce song :3
( this is probably my favorite mash edit i’ve made so far i hope u guys like it as much as me )
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vellichorsdesire · 8 months ago
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definitely do not think about being called tons of masc terms by an f/o. if you’re comfortable with it of course, they make sure before doing so. maybe they start with calling you the petnames/nicknames they’d usually use for you, calling you handsome along with it (‘hey, handsome man’ or a ‘hi, my sweet, handsome boy.’) maybe you like being called pretty boy too, they’d definitely ask first. maybe they focus on the features they adore the most about you.
maybe you ask to be reassured with such words because you feel comforted by it and they don’t mind doing so, but in the end they really do think those sweet things that they mumble in your ear.
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angy-grrr · 3 months ago
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spoilers for chapter 429
idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.
This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.
He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.
but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.
the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.
That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.
Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.
Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…
Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?
#grrr talking#bkdk#dkbk#bakudeku#dekubaku#I’m not saying I’m happy with the chapter#I have my criticisms#But I don’t want to keep seeing ppl say this is romantic and “izu///ocha canon we won bkdk dead”#First of all no it’s not even if it was canon we would still ship them and make content about them#Second of all this chapter was about ochako getting comfort not a boyfriend#Are we really sitting there believing they are together when ochako doesn’t struggle nor think about her crush at all#And her character goes way beyond liking him or not#And izuku hero nerd midoriya calls her his hero bc he sees all might savior qualities in her???#Bitch where’s the romance#And you know what? I don’t get it now#Bc ppl were all like “yeah it’s platonic” when izuku said he admired all might but katsuki was just right there closer to him#But now they see the whole “you are my hero” as a romantic confession? Fuck off#Personally I always felt kinda strange about that scene in bk vs dk 2#It focuses on the closeness and and it’s strange bc izuku doesn’t strive to be like him at all#He doesn’t want to be the victorious hero side nor want to be a angry and disrespectful when he gets angry#He just is#So. Yeah#ochako is part of the saving chain and she saved him multiple times since the beginning#This is his experience with her and she deserves to be acknowledged as the hero she is#Even if nobody else sees her as that including herself he sees it#She deserves to hear it#When she saved him during black whip with shinso’s help everyone else saw a romantic moment#Mina teased her about it and made things weird for them always trying to look into it as a romantic gesture#And it wasn’t. That was ochako being the hero she is and Izuku confirms that to her#She is a hero not a love interest
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yuripira4e · 2 months ago
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trying to explain to other otasune fans that snake is NOT the one with internalized homophobia in their coupling
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thranduel · 4 months ago
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how was this monologue real
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fumifooms · 8 months ago
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thanks for infecting me with marchil its so so fun to just see them pair themselves up in the background now
especially love how much she picks him up like a cat (and when he has the opportunity to do it to her too he just lugs her around like a sack of oats) gosh i love them they're so funny
YAAAAAA 🎉���� I’m so glad to hear it welcome to the sillies corner 🤝
THEY’RE SOOO SO FUNNY
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They’re worsties that cannot get enough of each other
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fogwitchoftheevermore · 8 months ago
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@mcyt-aro-week day 3: solidarity / hobbies
It's a quiet day in Pixandria, all things considered, which is nice and rare these days. That is, until Pix hears the telltale sounds of rockets and someone skidding to a halt in the sand outside his storage room.
Pix closes the chest he was rummaging through with a sigh and walks outside to figure out which of his friends has appeared on his metaphorical front lawn. As he pokes his head out the door, he catches a flash of bright green- Jimmy, then, so this will probably be a relatively normal conversation, all things considered.
"Jimmy, hey, what's up?"
Jimmy turns around, frowning, and pulls his codboy hat lower than it's supposed to go so it covers his eyes- bad day, then.
Jimmy sighs, "Pix, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, sure, come on in," Pix ushers the man into the top area of the storage room and leans against one of the walls. "What's going on?"
Jimmy buries is head in his hands even further somehow and groans for a second before he starts talking. Very bad day, then.
"Well, I just left Rivendell cause Scott invited me to some sort of alliance meeting, except it wasn't really an alliance meeting, it was a date, and it was really clearly a date cause he had this tunnel of love thing going on and a picnic and it was really nice but I don't- I wasn't prepared and I don't know if I even like him- or anyone- like that but I didn't know how to tell him that in the middle of a date, so I pretended that I didn't know it was one, except it was so obviously a date so now he either thinks I'm even more of an idiot than he already did or that I was, I don't know, playing hard to get or something? I don't know how people think about these things, I just-"
Jimmy, who had been pacing and gesturing wildly the whole time he spoke, stops short, digs his palms into his eyes, and shouts a bit before stopping and looking up at Pix desperately.
"Help?"
Pix nods slowly. "Yeah, ok, that's... that's bad. So, first things first, the thing about not being sure if you like him, or anyone like that?"
Jimmy takes a deep breath and shakes out his hands a bit. "Yeah, I don't know, I think I've had like, one crush ever? And I don't even really know if that was a crush? And I like Scott, I do, even though he's kind of a jerk sometimes, but I don't think it's like that? I'm not sure."
"Ok, well, do you want to be in a relationship with Scott?"
Jimmy pauses, visibly considering. "I... have no idea."
"Ok, so, first step is, despite what you might think, not figuring that part out, because that's going to take forever. First step is getting on the same page with Scott.”
“Does it have to be? Can’t I just figure out what my deal is and then everything is fine forever?”
Pix chuckles. “If only it were that easy.”
“It’s just-!” Jimmy walks over to where Pix is leaning and joins him for about two seconds before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. “I don’t know. I don’t know how any of this is supposed to feel, I don’t know how I’m meant to know if I like someone like that or not if I want to be in a relationship with them or what and I don’t know how everyone seems to have it so figured out!”
“I mean, I don’t think everyone else does, to be totally honest. But even if they do, well, it probably felt a lot more like… something for them.” Pix joins Jimmy on the floor, staring straight ahead as he tries to think. “Because in my experience, sometimes it feels like nothing because it is nothing, but sometimes it feels like nothing because it’s something but not with this person, but other times it feels like something even when it’s nothing-“ Pix has no idea what he’s talking about, at this point. He’s not equipped for these things, and he says as much. “Why did you come to me for this, I’m not-? Your sister’s married to your best friend, I feel like they’re much better equipped to answer the question of ‘How do you know when you want to be in a relationship with someone?’”
“I mean, probably,” Jimmy says, finally letting his codboy hat go enough that Pix can see his eyes again. “But, well… you’re you. We’re us, y’know?”
Pix does know. He knows that Lizzie is Jimmy’s sister, but Pix was the first person to see Jimmy without the Codfather head on. He knows that Joel is Jimmy’s best friend, but Pix is the one he asked to build the cod statue in his base. He knows that he’s Jimmy’s… something, and this is what they do. And that, however unfortunately, he probably is the best person to ask about this type of thing, even if he doesn’t feel like he knows what he’s talking about half the time.
Pix reaches out and puts his arm around Jimmy’s shoulders, and Jimmy instinctively moves to lay his head on Pix’s shoulder. Well, they’ll figure it out eventually.
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