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hwadess · 1 year

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[00:28] stoner!yunho (s)

this is actually my first fic ever on this account and i haven’t really kept up with writing since like 2019??? lol… here goes nothing! i did not fully proof read this so if there are any errors pls let me know 😭 also, i feel like this goes without saying but obviously i know weed is NOT legal in south korea, but this is a work of fiction and i like having fun. i am 100% projecting. yep! anyways,

warnings are underneath the cut!

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warnings: reader has female anatomy and is called gendered terms associated primarily with females, !!!usage of marijuana!!!, dom!yunho, some light stoner terms, reader tells yunho to stop but doesnt mean it, size kink, use of nicknames/pet names/titles (baby girl, tiny, angel, doll, good girl, yuyu, sir), obv strong language, unprotected sex (please always stay safe during sex!), creampie, fingering, cunnilingus/oral (f receiving), degradation, humiliation. if i forgot any i will add!

word count: idk i edited it in app and lost track (jk update its 3,479!

your friend group was definitely a crazy one, hosting escapades you could never imagine by yourself, making so many memories. all of your firsts were with your friends by your side. hell, you would be with your friends every single second of every day if you could, but today when yunho came home talking about how he had someone in the group find some really good weed, you knew you had to try it alone with him. even though you knew you’d definitely hear from wooyoung about it later. yunho told you that he was sworn to that it would create one of the best highs you had ever faced.

god, you were hoping that his friend was right. you knew how you were when you smoked, you were excited. of course, the two of you could not waste such an opportunity, right?

your head is filled with warmth as your body started feeling floaty, the harsh coughing from the first hit of this third blunt really helping the feeling set in. the drug began to hit you even harder at this point, turning your entire world into a dizzy, yet comfortable daze. you look over at yunho, eyes half lidded from the effects of the bud, bright with the reflection of the led lights that outlined the corners of your bedroom walls.

you took a second to absorb every single detail of his appearance, his hoodie somehow big on him, making you wonder how you’d look wearing it, remembering how big he is already. he was wearing sweatpants, the string on it tightened just enough to hold them loosely around his hips. the weed had the gears in your mind grinding even harder than usual, he looked fucking amazing.

you don’t know if it was the overwhelming urge to be close to him, or what got into you, but before you knew it, your leg was thrown over his lap, and you were there, straddling him on the sofa in the bedroom. taken back by this a bit, yunho breathlessly laughs before cocking a brow at you, head lolling back lazily along the back of the couch from laughing. you take your almost completely cashed blunt, placing it in the ashtray beside the two of you, immediately bringing light kisses to the part of his neck thats barely exposed by the oversized hoodie. fuck, he was so perfect.

that’s all it took, his body began to react what seemed almost instantaneously, his hips subconsciously pressing against you, starting the process of getting hard, as he grabbed your waist for leverage.

“ooh what’s this, pretty girl,” he cooed out, pushing your hair back out of your face, exposing all of your features even more to him. you were so pretty, “some weed got your little pussy wet?”

“no, you did,” you barely managed, the breath barely leaving your lungs. he smirked at you before tapping your side, automatically remembering that’s his sign for wanting you to raise your arms to sneak off your shirt.

“well, i’d better take care of this little problem i created, don’t you think doll?” with large yet gentle hands, he eased you off his lap on the sofa to take you to the opposite side of the room to his bed.

the room was coated in a haze of smoke as the bed creaked ever so quietly underneath the weight of you two. the harsh smell of this particular leaf clung to your senses but you were used to it, the smell didn’t bother you as much as you thought. even if you weren’t used to it, you weren’t sure how much you could even pay attention to the smell of anything when your tall boyfriend was pulling off his sweatpants to reveal his semi-hardened cock. your mind was full, the thoughts mixing in your head, enough to make you fucking dizzy. the effects of what you smoked had long since taken over, you were feeling so much.

“you wanted to start this, so go ahead.” he said, moving back onto the bed with you and then laying down against the bed, head on the pillows, gesturing down with his chin.

you knew better than to act stupid. your whole body shuddered when you looked up at him and saw him wearing the cockiest smirk you swear you had ever seen in your life. he was gonna be the death of you.

you crawled on top of him, taking the same position you had on the bedroom sofa, but this time you took his thick cock in your hand, positioning the tip of him at your entrance.

“wait, angel” he interjected, grabbing your wrist to make you release his cock. your swear your need was about to boil over any second now, mind burning with the thought of how close he was to filling your needy hole up.

“do you think you can take me like this?” he asked, looking at how big his cock looked next to your cunt. you stared back at him, blinking blearily, you were overtaken with confusion and the empty feeling in your chest having the pleasure of his cock that was so tantalizingly close ripped away from you, so hungry for his cock buried in you.

“just a couple more things, doll,” yunho adjusted in his spot, putting pillows underneath the back of his head, so he was laying up a bit more. he brought one large hand to your waist to stabilize you so you stayed still on your knees above him while his other hand slid between your thighs, spreading your folds to run his finger down to find your wet entrance. when he felt the arousal seeping from you just by gliding his fingers through your slit, he hummed softly, sinking two digits inside you which drew a pathetic cry from you.

his fingers were coated in your wetness as he pulled them out, but he still took a moment to tease you by brushing the pads of his fingers along your clit and dip his fingers in just an inch or so a few times until he was satisfied enough with how worked up you were. it wasn’t until yunho retrieved it that you realized he had his unfinished blunt tucked behind his ear, licking off his fingers coated with your juices before grabbing the lighter on the nightstand and lighting it, unexpectedly blowing all the smoke right into your face, making your eyes burn with tears. if they were from the smoke, or from need, that you weren’t too sure of.

“alright pretty baby, you should sink down for me,” he ashed his blunt before looking back at you, cocking an eyebrow at you, making you shiver.

his eyes were on your shaky ones as you eagerly positioned him at your entrance. the moan you let out as every single inch of thick cock grazed against against your walls menacingly slow was absolutely sinful. the neediness in your moan made yunho’s cock twitch inside you as you slowly worked him deeper into your wet cunt.

“now that’s a good girl, huh?,” yunho groaned out, one arm beneath his head on the pillow and the other gripping your waist. between his lips was the blunt, smoke going up in a helix from the burning tip and the corner of his mouth as he panted, feeling your tight walls squeeze him, filling up your little stretched out cunt.

your body was so sensitive to every touch, every single feeling running through your body. you could feel yunho’s cock everywhere. it was so overwhelming. all you could think about was how delicious it felt that his cock was ramming into that one particular spot that made you feel like you were going to pass out right there on his dick splitting you open.

your whole body was so sensitive from the pot, so much so that you found yourself on the edge quickly. your body began to tremble harder than you have before and you gasped out to your boyfriend, hands reaching to bring him closer,

“fuck. i’m gonna cum.” yunho laughs, feeling your cunt clench around his cock, “already, huh?” he mocks you, taking another hit while he watches your trembling fingers leave the grip on his shirt to find your swollen clit to hurl yourself into your crashing orgasm. your hips spasmed uncontrollably and your cunt was squeezing him as you came all around his thick cock, but you continued to ride him, abandoning your clit in favor of going back to grabbing onto his hoodie for leverage.

“fuck, tiny, you’re so good,” he grunted, rutting his cock up into you deeper. “yuyu, y-your c-cock is… s-so g-good,” you barely managed to choke out, bottoming out and grinding your clit against the base of his cock as you felt another orgasm already building in your tummy.

“gonna cum again?” he laughed this time, making your cheeks sting with humilation, but if anything this fueled you working yourself over the edge for him until you were trembling on top of his cock once more.

“fuck!” you yelped out, focusing on your bouncing to aim his cock to brush against the spot that feels the best. you didn’t even give yourself a break, eager to find your next release, eager to make him cum. you just wanted to be so good for him, all you wanted him was for him to fill you up with his cum.

yunho was basically panting, skin glowing shiny under the blue led lights in the room as a light coat of sweat coated his forehead, and he couldn’t deny that you looked so gorgeous right now. he adored when you were so insatiable to the point where you lost your mind on his cock, using him as your toy to make yourself cum. he was more than happy to sit there and let you take what your body needed.

and you, you were a sight for sore eyes. sweat beading over your body with your head thrown back, as you ground down on him with your little cunt filled with his long cock. you had already cum so much already, and you weren’t sure how much or what time it even was. time was a blur at this point, and it was the last thing you were gonna think about. the creases of your thighs, as well as his were both covered in your cum, creating sloppy, loud wet noises every time your skin met.

you were positive you had stained the bed beneath the two of you now, there was no way it hadn’t. it was filthy and you both fucking loved it.

“fuck, yunho!” you pathetically wailed, holding yourself down as deep as possible once you bottomed out, reaching down with a desperate hand to brush against your swollen clit gently enough to initiate the most toe-curling orgasm out of yourself that you think you have ever experienced. yunho groaned, pulling the blunt out of his mouth to blow a lungful of smoke back into your face as you gasped for air from cumming so hard.

“god, i can fucking feel you cum like that doll,” he groaned, tucking the rillo back in his mouth in to grab onto your tits, relentlessly pinching your hardened nipple between his fingers.

“jesus fucking christ,” you groaned, placing your hands behind you on his thighs, using him for leverage as you began to bounce onto him again. you had no idea how the burn of your thighs wasn’t bothering you as much as it should’ve been, but you just equated it to the thc flowing through your system. “you feel so fucking good, yuyu, fuck!”

“what was that?” something shifted in him, watching you through dark and heavy eyes as you lost yourself on his cock. his cock twitched in your cunt so hard, “your tiny cunt’s so fucking sensitive, couldn’t stop cumming even if you wanted to, huh?”

“fuck. yuyu, i’m gonna cum.” the nickname took his breath away, he loved how pathetic and small you looked while hungrily bouncing on his cock, calling him such a cute nickname. he could never admit it but the nickname made him fall apart, but he wasn’t going to admit that. yunho hisses, feeling your cunt clench around his cock that he swears has never been this hard before.

your head went blank, everything was subconscious at this point, digging your nails into the skin of his thighs, grinding your clit against the hilt every time his cock filled you to the brim.

yunho scowled, seemingly unsatisfied that you weren’t answering him. he sat up slightly, tangling a hand into your hair and gripping a fistful tightly to force you to stop bouncing on him, making your eyes meet his worriedly.

your pupils were blown, eyes shining with tears of need. your body was trembling above him as a sign that you were desperately close to another orgasm, and he stole that from you. this was the first time he had really moved since you got onto the bed, and the sight of him taking another long, thick hit, tapping off the ash off the side of the bed carelessly, and then blowing the smoke right into your face with a blank expression had you clenching pathetically around him.

“hmm, i asked you a question, angel,” he cooed, speech a little mumbled as he held the blunt between his lips again to free up both of his hands. wrapping both hands around your waist to shove you onto his cock the deepest it could possibly reach.

“i, i didn’t hear what you asked…” you whimpered, his cock making contact with your cervix from the angle he was sitting at now.

“i know that. poor thing,” he loosened his hold on your hair to move to cup your face almost a confusing amount of gentle, “so fucked out on my cock you can’t even think? is that what’s happening here?”

“y-yes sir,” you whimpered, the attempt to grind down against him unnoticed failed as your clit throbbed so painfully from the neglect.

“sir, huh? cute. sir fucked you dumb?” he smirked, reaching up and taking away the blunt completely now, putting it fully in the ashtray that was at the nightstand.

“y-yes,” it was a small reply, not able to get anything out that was more than that. you just wanted to cum for him again.

“my stupid little baby girl,” he chuckled, his lips against yours. you immediately responded, the pot aftertaste lingering in his mouth. you wrapped your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss as you began to bounce on him again.

“fuck,” you cried, feeling close as you ground your clit against his pelvic bone every time you sunk down onto him. yunho lowered himself back down against the pillows again, but this time, he wasn’t letting you take control in any sort of way this time. he started to fuck up into your dripping cunt instead of leaving the work to you completely.

“rub that clit tiny, cum on my cock again,” he panted out, grabbing your free hand, which had been busy playing with your nipples, to press your fingers against flush your clit. “fuck that’s it,” he praised when he felt your pussy flutter around him, watching you gently circle the bud as you rode him to your high.

the sight of you just using his body for your own pleasure while feeling your warm cunt wrapped around his throbbing cock was beginning to become too much, he could feel the heat of his own orgasm beginning to sneak up on him. the amount of self control he’s able to show after all this time was still astounding to you, and you just wanted to break that and let him paint your insides with his cum.

“fuck, fuck, i’m cumming again,” you got out in between broken words and gasps for air, thighs trembling as your high washed over you so hard it almost hurt. this time, the force from the orgasm was so intense you were unable to hold yourself up and you leaned down to rest your face against his chest as you panted and trembled through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

everything happened way too fast, and suddenly you found yourself on your back with yunho towering above you. his cock slipped out of you in the process, making your hole clench pathetically when you realized you weren’t full anymore.

“what are you doing…” you whined, arching your hips in a lazy attempt to get him back inside you.

“im gonna eat you out,” he mumbled, instantly lowering on the bed until his head was between your thighs. “oh fuck, you’re soaking,” he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, exposing your entrance and swollen clit to the chilly air in the room. “how many times have you cum?”

“i don’t remember,” you muttered almost lifelessly. it felt so nice to be lying on your back again and giving your legs a break. you were so gone at this point, how could you remember?

“what a slut,” he growled, dragging the flat of his tongue against the tip of your clit, before shoving his tongue into your hole, coating his tongue in your delicious juices. your hands shuffling to yank at his hair when he used the tip of his tongue to graze your clit gently.

“holy fuck, that feels so good,” you whined out, arching your hips to grind against his tongue, making him chuckle.

it was unfair, how fucking good yunho’s cock felt in you, and how he had a sinfully good mouth. the feeling of his tongue licking over your swollen bud and you remembering how good his cock felt filling you up just minutes ago had you you cumming so much, spiraling into another screaming orgasm. this time, however, as your eyes rolled back and you let out a shriek of his nickname that he loved so much, you felt yourself utterly gush against his tongue.

“fuuuck,” yunho growled, sitting back on his heels before immediately sliding into your embarrassingly wet cunt without a second thought. the noises that came when he sunk into you would have embarrassed you if you not for the weed and the adrenaline pumping through your system.

“c-can’t anymore, yuyu, please stop,” you whined, but made no attempts to halt him as he began pounding into your sopping wet cunt.

“fuck. i. got. you. babygirl,” he whispered through grunts, attempting to give your lips little pecks although his deep and rough thrusts offset them a bit. “can you cum once more for me?” he panted out, eyes scanning over your fucked out, dumb expression.

“if you cum in me,” you compromised, drawing a dark change in his eyes from him as he nodded.

“anything you want, tiny,” the two of you fell into relative silence aside from your whines and moans mixing with his grunts and the wet sound of his cock fucking so deeply your cunt. he licked his pretty fingers before reaching down to spread your lips open and found your swollen clit, brushing against your bud softly as he knew how sensitive it would be and it felt like someone was shooting electricity down your nerves.

he continued to fuck you until you reached your last high, thighs clamping and trembling around his waist and your hand ripping his away from your throbbing clit. with a handful of powerful, deep thrusts, ropes of his thick cum were filling you up, and a long drawn-out groan came from his sweet lips.

the both of you were still for a minute, just sharing a moment to take a few deep breaths as his cock softened inside you before he pulled out, making you gasp from the realization of how spent your hole was. his cum leaked out of you, dripping down onto his blue comforter. he sighed, before catching it with his fingers. he brought his wet and soiled fingers to your lips, and you eagerly took them into your mouth with a small whimper; the bitter flavor of his cum spreading over your tongue.

watching yunho sink his exhausted body down to force your thighs apart wasn’t an uncommon occurrence when the two of you were done. you were tired but you sighed, letting your eyes gently shut as his tongue slid between your folds to catch the mixture of both of your cum thats leaking out of you profusely at this rate, while being gentle enough to not even brush against your clit anymore tonight.

“i love you,” yunho pets your head, fingers combing gently through your hair, “so good for me.”

“i love you, yuyu,” you hum. you don’t think you’re ever smoking with any of your friends present ever again.

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liauditore · 11 months

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hi i have returned opinions on secret life so far? (also any idea why bigb’s secret animation was different to everyone else’s?) :D

hi hi i have so many Thoughts that i will definitely miss Something but. lots of things. spoilers for ep1 under the cut obvs.

why is every ship getting crumbs. literally all of them. what is wrong with everyone wtf. (except treebark. treebark girlies stay losing)

new mechanic is insanely hype and i am going a little bit feral over it. i've been wanting a UHC-style season for a long time and this seems a great way to kind of. entertainment-fy it i suppose? cus as much as i wanted straight up UHC i can totally understand why players like joel or skizz or scar would struggle hard in that sort of ruleset and it wouldn't be very fun to watch as a result.

i'm a bit.. tentative about the more acknowledgment of the Lore this time around? On one hand i love it and i think it's incredibly cool but on the other hand i know well that lore can eat a series alive if let out of control. Especially when fans start getting pushy about their theories and disappointed when inevitably things aren't as explained or thoroughly confirmed or straight up forgotten. (<-- fnaf fan. i have seen it. it is horrible)

that being said i have trust in grian specifically to handle it well and not go off the deep end with it cus a good chunk of the viewers don't know/care for the lore and if it becomes a Big Thing then a lot of people are gonna end up feeling alienated and confused.

i LOVED Bigb's episode and i think it's like. the ideal way to incorporate lore into a series like this. the way you can Feel that something is off rather than it being explicitly shown. you can choose to write it off or dig deeper. it's good juice. I've mentioned this before but I'll say it again -- Bigb is easily one of the strongest roleplayers on the entire server and his editing REALLY sells it hard. He really melts into what's happening rather than getting up on a platform and shouting THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. LOOK AT ME. which i really appreciate as a kind-of honorary former theatre kid.

but yeah tl;dr i think lore/fan theories should be left to the fandom mainly otherwise it starts getting weird. that being said i trust the life series ppl and can't wait to see what's going on with this season.

now if i may be unhinged myself. i def agree with the theory that Something is up with Bigb's task and maybe whatever gave it to him is trying to mess with the game.

Bigb and Mumbo specifically I felt were acting.. a little OOC the whole episode? Bigb was very much on purpose i think and i reckon mumbo's just excited to be back lol but its fun to think about

the task system has a lot of potential for. fanfic symbolism fuel. i mentioned this on my spam blog i think but something something about the way the players' tasks almost seem to. mock them? a little bit?

like pearl's being to "earn" people's hearts after she failed to make any connections throughout double life and has been somewhat isolated the whole series. bdubs being known for his efficient and beautiful builds being told to make something ugly and useless. scott being implicitly called a parasite with his history of teaming and latching onto one specific person each season. etc. etc.

the teams this time around are looking interesting and i think it's worth noting how it almost feels like.. the opposite of limlife a bit? with how slow and cautious everyone has to play. it seems like over half the server haven't really even joined up with anyone yet which is intriguing. (im personally praying for a scar/jimmy team up. just cus scott said they wouldn't make it lol)

which is great for me cus i loved limlife but the chaoticness of everything did kind of. make deaths less impactful i think? if i see another sky bridge i might scream

im very. of two minds about the scott and impulse team up. because if you dig through my blog you'll see i have kind of a history of being unhinged about those two and their parallels. but i have the sneaking suspicion that their actual dynamic will be like nothing i had in mind lmao

overall i am very excited but trying to control my expectations

also um MUMBO AND LIZZIE ARE BACK AND GEM IS IN THE SERIES AND MUMBO AND LIZZIE AND THUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS ETHUBS--

#asks #secret life spoilers #traffic spoilers #liauditore is unhinged

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frostycatblr-fandom-files · 1 year

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So I may have just realized your requests are open (my grandfather says I would be a terrible witness to a murder bc I am unobservant we love adhd lol) so here I am to beg!

I never see a ton (any?) fics exploring Din and Boba’s friendship and only that. Like, my blog IS the horny corner. Friendship fluff ain’t my usual reblogs but fuck it’s also like amazing??? Idk I just think Din and Boba and Cobb deserve to have time to be just guys being dudes and bonding. (I do love me some DinCobb tho don’t get me wrong) anyway, nothing specific other than learning more about how you see their friendship? They obvs respect each other and trust each other. I bet they have a lot of weird inside jokes.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

Beskar Buddies [Mando and Boba Fett]

Warnings and Information: Not a relationship fic. This is just a silly, not-taking-itself-too-seriously friendship fic for Boba and Din Djarin. References to canon-typical violence, drugs (spice), alcohol, and some events from both The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett. Minor Star Wars and real-world swearing. We're gonna make fun of Shiny Dad who doesn't know he's in Star Wars just a little bit. Din's helmet stays on. Narrative and stylistic use of italics. Minor proofreading and editing.

Word-count: 3,880

He's supposed to be here on Tatooine for a simple bounty - it's really nothing more than a glorified errand run for some spoiled little princeling who insists on only the finest Sansanna spice from the Outer Rim. But the princeling doesn't need to know that; he'll be allowed to believe that it was necessary to spend as much time as was desired for Din Djarin to acquire enough Sansanna for this young man's birthday celebration hosted on one of the Core Worlds, if it means Din can cleverly lighten those pockets by a few more credits in order to provide for himself and the little one a little more comfortably, even if just for a while.

Din only meant to spend an extra day here at most before collecting the requested goods and taking them back to his client. But when word made its way to the new Daimyo, and he knew that it would, that another who clads himself in the armor typical to Mandalorians is sniffing around Mos Espa, how could he refuse the request from the Master Assassin and second-in-command to pay a visit.

"Shand." he greets her once he's calmed the slight tremor of his heart after being taken by surprise in an alleyway in the Worker's District of Espa, and reholsters the IB-94. "I didn't expect to run into you here. Conducting business on behalf of the Daimyo?"

"Greet every woman that way?" Fennec Shand teases him with an indicative toss of her head to the holster. "Or am I just special?"

"You surprised me." Din admits, repeating himself that he didn't expect to run into her by this point. He knows Boba is a busy man with a syndicate to operate, and what he cannot oversee himself, he often delegates the task to the bounty hunter standing in front of Din now.

"Good. Means I'm not losing my edge." Fennec answers, a playful purr of pride in her voice. "Serves the Daimyo well if I can maintain the element of surprise when I am tasked to carry out his bidding on a busy man's behalf. To extend an invitation of sorts: Lord Fett would like an audience with you."

"Very well." Din agrees, playing into the façade of formality - all part of the performance of power and command that is carried out in the halls of the Palace on the fringes of the Northern Dune Sea. He relays a short message to Peli Motto over in Mos Eisley that his return for Grogu may be a little delayed, first, for peace of mind, before Din will follow Shand back to the Palace. "Lead the way."

Boba Fett dismisses the people within the throne room of the Palace - likely members who serve as part of the gotra or those who had come to pay tributes or give offerings of sorts to one of Espa's influential figureheads - as Fennec returns with Din as she had been asked.

He wears his armor and (most of) his notable weaponry while seated on the throne, save for the cool, dark green helmet which sits neatly on the armrest. Displayed, rather than worn, now. "I hoped she would find you. I asked if she could extend my invitation once I heard there was someone who did not tell me he would be paying the fair city of Mos Espa a visit." Fett is teasing him, he knows, but Din cannot help feeling the need to apologize regardless of that. There are only chuckles in return as Boba climbs from the lordly seating and moves to greet Din like an old friend.

Warm and calloused hands find their way around the other's wrist as Din and Boba first behave as if it is a simple handshake, but remain linked for some time. Old and ancient ways of checking strangers for weapons have turned to displays of trust. The longer the link, the stronger a bond, some would say.

There both is warmth and a mischievous glint to his eyes as Boba visually takes him in, almost inspecting the gleaming beskar for imperfection or pitting that would speak to a scuffle of sorts that might make for a good story, "Your armor gleams in the light of the twin suns, Djarin, of course someone will notice you trying to skulk about my territory. Are you looking for work?" Boba had offered him payment for a place at his side once. He believed the Mandalorian to be a respectable and trustworthy fellow; Boba would gladly extend the invitation for a stable occupation once more.

Din shakes his head, slowly, calmly, in the dim light of the throne room. He's not looking for work, he explains, he is working. "Product for a client. Princeling who wants a small crate of Sansanna spice for a party before next Taungsday. Specified that he wanted it from Tatooine of all places."

That explains what brought him here to the planet, at least.

"And why come to Espa to look?" Boba asks politely, keeping the conversation flowing as he pours himself and his friend something from a carafe he's kept on hand. One that Fennec is partial to, so he is sure to offer some to her as well as a silent expression of gratitude. Asking the Mandalorian to come to the palace and entertain a silly notion was a long shot when he has a foundling in his care, so Boba had cautioned Fennec that in the event he did not agree to come, it would be of no consequence. (He would prefer what's in the decanter, but he has yet to procure more, so it is untouched as it would not be enough to split among three.) "There is not much to find of the Sansanna that once belonged to the Pyke's before it was… misplaced." Boba suggests with a mirthful smile.

"I wouldn't have come asking the mighty Daimyo first," Din retorts after a polite sip from his glass of the contents of the carafe, replacing his helmet that had been inched just high enough on his head to drink and resetting the seal, "that wouldn't have been good business, for you, or me."

"No indeed." Boba agrees, appreciative of Din's caution given his reason for being here. Din knew to act in just the right way; ways that would not tarnish a carefully crafted image Boba had made for himself since putting an end to Bib Fortuna and laying claim to all that was once Jabba's. "Did you tell your client how long it would take?"

Din's helmet bobs. "I did."

"And did you tell this princeling how long it would actually take?"

The helmet remains still, but the mouth within it must have found an upward curve as the bounty hunter implies that he was not quite so honest with his client. "It might have slipped my mind."

Boba chuckles, almost proudly. An old trick of the trade: mislead the right clients on the right details, and you can earn yourself a few more credits. Live a little more comfortably for a time if you wanted.

While Din could be a uniquely honest and humble bounty hunter at times, he was still a bounty hunter. Clever, resourceful, and cunning. Just the sort of thing he was looking for. "Well, I'm certain a crate or two will turn up to take back to this princeling in the morning, and he'll pay you handsomely for the spice brought in from rugged lands to boast at his party, my friend." he suggests promisingly to Din, patting the shoulder-bell that bares the profile of the Mudhorn as he leads him from the throne room, and into other areas of the palace before he lays out why he invited the Mandalorian to come. "In the meantime, I'd like you to come with me. Out beyond Espa."

The low hum in his throat before he speaks suggests Din feels hesitant or uncertain about this idea. "Where? And why?"

"Call it something of an impulse; I have my business to attend to here in Mos Espa as the Daimyo of course, but recently I dreamed of camping under the stars, out in the desert - " Boba answers, bringing Din to an inner chamber that is guarded at all times, where once they have passed the guards, he shows to Din two crates of spice that are contained within a vault, " - and I have not been able to shake myself of the notion since. Could I convince you to join me, my friend?"

Din understands that the spice is being used to sweeten him to the idea of sleeping out in the sand-sprawling seas of this arid planet, where temperatures can drop dramatically within a few hours of the suns' setting, here. Even if he declined, Din Djarin doesn't believe the spice would be withheld now when it was already offered to him.

"Why not take Shand?" he asks curiously. "Or will she be staying here at the Palace to keep an eye on things in your absence?"

"I did ask Fennec, as a matter of fact," Boba replies with a bemused expression, carefully denoting the crates with one of the guards for a moment, "and she wasn't too keen to the idea the same way I am. And, yes, she has said that if I do this she would remain with the Palace to oversee matters, should anything happen tonight."

So it appears that Boba wants to entertain this fantasy tonight. Not just "some time in the future", but now. That in and of itself isn't surprising, but Din hesitates for one reason.

One curiosity has been sated. Another remains. "And if I don't know how I feel about the idea? I have a friend watching Grogu for me in Mos Eisley, and I didn't make any mention that I would be leaving him with them past nightfall at the latest."

Boba seems to give something a little thought before he asks "And who is this friend?"

"Peli Motto." Fennec replies from the threshold, watching the two men with a cool gaze that many would perhaps find intimidating if not for a simple smile. "I did a little digging while you boys were having your fun in the vault. She's a simple mechanic."

"A good mechanic." Din finds himself insisting. He's not at all surprised that the second-in-command to the Daimyo had recalled the frequency to and found some way to find information on Peli, but calling her a simple mechanic felt like an insult to her character and he would not let it slide so easily.

"And are you paying this good mechanic to watch the little one for you?" Boba wonders. "If you are worried about giving her adequate payment for minding your foundling, don't. I would gladly help you settle it with Ms. Motto."

It takes a moment to explain that Peli will need to mind Grogu for him overnight, but Din promises to explain why in the morning. "I need you to watch Grogu for me until the morning. Something came up."

Peli sounds worried. "Trouble?"

"Only if we make it…" Boba chuckles to himself in the background, and Fennec warns him to behave in a way that suggests this is not the first, nor the last time, she's heard him make self-entertaining remarks like this.

"What was that? You say something, Mando?"

Din dodges the question with some redirection. "No trouble; I just need to spend a little extra time in Mos Espa. I can explain when I come for Grogu." He hears the way the little one perks up at the sound of his name, a bright, cooing sort of noise. Peli must have pulled him closer to the receiver, because the next time he coos and babbles inquisitively, the sound is sharper, louder, but no less sweet.

"Ha-bah?"

"Grogu, can you behave for Peli for me tonight? I'll be back early in the morning, I promise."

Boba makes no further jokes or commentary in the background while allowing Din to speak to Grogu until he is satisfied that the little one understands Din will not be back tonight, but he will be back soon. Phrasing and re-phrasing his brief explanation until with a little help from Peli, the diminutive, green lifeform seemingly makes sounds of understanding.

He can imagine the way Jango would similarly caution him and repeat himself in preparation for his absences when he was perhaps too young to accompany his father on a bounty. These are memories from so long ago, now, to Boba. At least, they feel that way. He's only entering his forties, he reminds himself. Slightly older than Din, to his belief.

But roughly similar enough in age that neither of them feels any need to take separate materials for temporary shelters. Old enough and mature enough to tolerate the shared arrangement for a single night under a canopy of stars on a bed of sand where they would lay their sleeping sacks. Din has offered to start a modest fire since Fett insists he can pitch the tent on his own. He certainly sees the influence of the Tuskens that Boba spent time with after surviving a sarlacc pit in the shelter's construction once it is firmly staked in place.

"Sturdy."

Boba nods acceptively of the compliment, settling himself beside the fire across from Din. "I learned much in my time with the tribe of Tuskens that cared for me like one of their own before I became the Daimyo. They didn't teach me everything, but you can still learn by watching and observing."

There's a knowing chuckle before the dark t-visor turns and looks off into a rather deliberate direction for just a moment. Freetown. They're not too far from Vanth's community, as it turns out. "Wondering how the sheriff's doing; will we need to pay a visit in the morning?" he offers half-questioningly to Din, trying to gauge and guess what is on the mind of the man clad in beskar before him.

"Tempting. But perhaps another time." Din replies, beginning to remove a select few parts of his armor to make himself more comfortable. He did not opt to leave it behind in favor of more appropriate desert-wear, even when offered. Fett reasoned that much like his own armor, once belonging to his father in his case, the armor made of beskar carried its own significance to Din beyond a protective shell.

"Feeling guilty for leaving the little one, again?"

His companion shakes his head in answer as he carefully sets aside what he's removed. "Not quite. Just eager to complete this bounty and lay low for a time."

"Smart. Have somewhere in mind?"

"Yes." is all Din will answer. And wisely so. Telling Fett where he plans on going would defeat the entire purpose, no matter how much they each trust and respect each other. Because they do, a simple word is all the Mandalorian glowing in the light of the fire will find necessary to say.

"Good. I wish you uneventful times when you make it there, my friend."

They listen to the stillness of the desert together following Fett's sincere wish for Din and Grogu's safety; the crackle and muted roar of the fire, distant and slow gusts of wind, and once off in the greater distance, bantha. The deep bellows of the omnivorous quadrupeds were a strange comfort as the two men listened.

"Have you ever ridden a bantha?" Din asks, noting the nostalgic smile evident on the other's face. The smile broadens as Boba answers. "I have. There was a bantha I once had for a mount, I think of them from time to time."

The helmet tilts to the right with mild concern or surprise. "What happened to it?"

"Oh, nothing bad," Boba assures his friend, giving a singular chuckle as he stokes the flame a little higher, "I simply set them free before I reclaimed my ship. Hopefully they are out there now, meeting other banthas and making baby banthas."

"Heh. I see. Is that the strangest thing you've ever ridden that isn't a speederbike?" Din asks with a laugh, once more turning his head out to look beyond the light of the fire into the desert. Perhaps with his sensors, he could find these distant herds of wild or domesticated bantha

"That would be a rancor."

"You're joking."

"I'm not." Boba laughs with some insistence. "And what about you, my friend? Find a mythosaur to ride, yet?"

"Funny… " Din replies somewhat slowly, "...there was an Ugnaught named Kuiil who claimed it should have been easy for me to learn to ride Blurrg because of my 'ancestors' who rode mythosaurs when he was trying to teach me." He grows quiet, and his body language becomes a lot less casual, less open and fluid. "I haven't thought about his remark in a while." Din admits somberly. His companion, the man who invited him for a night in the desert, under the stars, doesn't press him for anything more to say for a moment, letting the silence grow.

"You've been busy." Boba reasons with him only when he is certain Din doesn't have anything to add. "Traveling the galaxy, collecting bounties… All while you care for the little one." The words don't seem to bring him any comfort. If anything, Boba suspects he's said the wrong thing. "Was he a friend?"

"Yes. Killed by Imperial scout troopers."

"I am sorry, Djarin," he sympathizes, for a moment thinking to lay his hand on the other's shoulder in a gesture of comfort were Boba sitting beside him rather than across the fire. "To lose those we care for is no easy thing."

The Mandalorian scoffs and, jokingly, asks Boba if he's certain he's as old as he claims. "You sound and look older."

"Well, the profession ages you. And I imagine there are still a scattered few, somewhere out there, that would look just like me. Maybe even older." This is the second time Din does not seem to understand what he means judging by his silence. "Surely you've seen them. Heard about them at least, the clones?" Boba inquires, growing increasingly more confused by the lack of apparent understanding as the t-visor slowly wags in the firelight.

"Djarin."

The fire is smothered out with sand following the conclusion of something of a pseudo history lesson once Boba feels he's adequately explained to Din what exactly Clone troopers are. Were. (Maybe still are? Truly, he's not certain how many men who look just like him and sound just like him remain in the galaxy.) The sand is stamped down for good measure before both men enter the tent for the first time since it had been put up and prepare to sleep. The night grows stiller and serene in a way that is entirely unique to Tatooine.

The desert planet is not for the weak-willed and those who will not be prepared to adapt. If you traversed the Dune Seas, you had different tribes of nomadic Tuskens to contend with (and hope they would let you pass through their lands in peace for small tributes), or the wild animals that were not as docile as the bantha that called this planet home. It took grit and gumption, or no small amount of necessary self preservation skills, to live in places such as Mos Espa and Eisley where you would expect to find yourself brushing shoulders with bounty hunters and crime families. Things could get messy.

Boba Fett and Din Djarin are no strangers to the grime and filthier aspects of what the galaxy has to offer them. Bloodshed and banthashit that would make weaker men stumble and turn away from such a profession far sooner. Sacrifices and difficult choices have been made in each of their lives.

Tonight didn't have to be one of them. A night of simple company and some time to catch up with a friend was a welcome change for both. Boots are carefully removed before each slip into their sleeping sacks after simple ration packs are eaten in silence - backs turned to one another even in the dark - and wrappers have been taken care of.

"We'll start our return to the palace before first light," Boba explains, "that way you can return to Mos Eisley for Grogu before Ms. Motto would begin her workday after you've secured the spice for the princeling."

There is a soft laugh under the modulator to his left, where he can make out the general form of his friend's body beside him and sees he's already laying down. "Thank you. Hopefully he will have slept well when I retrieve him."

He certainly hopes the little one will too, for Din's sake, with a laugh. "I have not forgotten my offer to pay Ms. Motto either. And thank you, my friend, for entertaining this idea with me."

"Anything for the mighty Daimyo of Mos Espa." he says in all seriousness he can muster for the moment. He can't maintain the composure for long, and thankfully it's Fett who laughs first, the two of them free to laugh as loud as they would like when it's just the two of them out here for miles as far as anyone would be concerned.

Free to spend as much time as they would like "winding down" and talking in low, golden tones until they come to realize it is coming up on first light, and they have spent the whole night in conversation without meaning to.

At least it may not be just Grogu who has not gotten any sleep tonight, they joke together as they come up on the palace, and Boba gives Din what he was promised. Two crates of Sansanna spice to carve a deeper hole in the pockets of his client, and many words of thanks from Boba follow after Din as he secures some transport to Mos Eisley. "Safe travels, my friend. Remember-"

"Oh I will." Din replies with a mischievous inflection, giving Fennec Shand reason to pause and consider what unfinished communication is unfolding before her as both men, Fett once more clad in his own armor in order to properly send the Mandalorian off before assuming his seat at the throne for the day. "I take it you now have… inside jokes." she grins.

"Maybe." each reply in tandem.

Boba smiles, nodding to Din. "Or-"

"-Reminding me to get a little more sleep once I'm in a hyperspace lane." Din concludes, bidding them farewell once again. He was eager to return to Grogu, and Din could only hope the little one had gotten some sleep. But if he hadn't, then perhaps they would be napping together as they navigated hyperspace. It would certainly not be the first time Din would potentially need to doze off when he could when traveling with a child, or at least daydream while looking at the view from the cockpit of his ship.

Nor will it be the last. Hopefully the same could be said for another opportunity to present itself for nights like last where Boba Fett and Din Djarin could simply spend time with a trusted friend.

Note from Frost: The title was a placeholder name, but then it grew on me; I'm callin' them the Beskar Buddies from now on. Ideas also changed direction on me in the course of writing, so apologies for the lack of Cobb in the end. :( I have not written anything for one of my first major Star Wars crushes in a long, long time. Probably since I was 16? Poor Boba. So this was a delight, and I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you for making the request!

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

#frostfics #Beskar Buddies #star wars #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #tbobf #din darjin #mando #grogu #baby yoda #boba fett #fennec shand #friendship fic #fic request #your-slutty-gf

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moonjxsung · 10 months

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can I butt in here with a smaller pet peeve like

if I see one more child go "binnie belly!! binnie belly!!!" or "soft chan belly!!!" when they are literally just like LIVING (and chan still has abs) and looking like HUMAN BEINGS imma scream. like it seems SO innocuous, but like, how much clearer are you going to make it that 1. you don't see human bodies very often 2. you have very obsessive thoughts about these idols' bodies and 3. you don't reflect. like would you fucking post that about your neighbour like ??? I find it so off-putting.

(idk if I'm explaining myself well because it's obv different with what we do here lol because this is a diff world, same as nsfvv twitter – just putting it on a normal tiktok edit makes me wanna 🔪🔪)

may @skzms

HELP ME THIS IS SO FUCKING REAL I’m just imagining if I was sitting around doing nothing and someone was omg ur stomach 🥺🫶 LIKE WHATSYDHDJDKCKFKKD THAT’S JUST MY BODY IN ITS RELAXED STATE 😭 I totally get what u mean about the differences like praising someone’s body vs just bringing it up out of the blue in a less than appropriate scenario and just making everything about their body. So real (also ily bestie I hope you’re doing well xoxo)

#ask

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stellas-starry-stories13 · 3 months

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I have some questions for u to answer if u don't mind obv

- who's your favorite character? Top 5 also perhaps?

- what your other interest other than proseka?

- what are your hobbies?

- what's your fav color?

- who do you kin the most? Why?

No pressure here tq!

-🌹

Omg smth is in my inbox

Anyway hii miya :> thank you for popping in, I love interacting with ppl

i dont rlly think i have a favorite character of all time... But my favorite charactera from genshin and pjsk which are the fandoms im currently invested in (mostly pjsk) are lyney, rui and toya, so ig yiu could say them? I habe no idea honestly lol. OH when i was little i use to be so obsessed with this character named Roll from marvel vs capcom lol she used toi be my all time favorite char fsr

I have a list of fandoms in my about me but as i mentioned before, im into genshin, and also a lot of anime like haikyuu, bluelock, sousou no frieren, and ive recently gotten into The Dragon Prince! Not an anime but you should still watch its good. Oh, also when i waa little i was rlly into kid icarus uprising its so nostalgic omg. Kid icarus for switch when😭

Hobbies are voice acting, (my dream joib though i havent done anything yet) (way too shy to show my voice to the world lol) (thinking of randomly posting my impression of tsukasas laugh... I think i can imitate it decently lol), drawing, editing, writing (which is what this blog is supposed to be for lol) and ofc gaming. I actually have an art blog called @stellas-starry-scribbles13 . you should go check it out :D all the stuff there is outdated atm lol i have 11 artworks in my queue so thats literally eleven weeks worth of art LOL

Favorite color is hot pink :) 🌷 ive been into lavender too tho. Honestly i like all pastels and galaxy colors

Nene. Nene is my number one kinnie. Why? Shes a gamer, and shes a lil sass queen. We're both sarcastic too. Tho im more on the snarky side. I also kin ena slightly just bc we are both artists and have felt like our art isnt good enough. Even though it has hapoened well in the past, a lot of not-so-nice things habe been said abt mt art, and it kinda traumatized me (?) In a way so. Yeah.

Anyway tysm for showing up here and feel free to pop in again or even spam my inbox lol. Seriouslky, i get rlly happy when smth appears in my inbox. Byebye now ❤

#✦ library partners ✦#✦ your asks ✦

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downtowndrain · 1 year

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archer in pomas is so funny bc there's a huge discrepancy between his dialogue/the game's plot and his voicelines. a lot of his dialogue he's talking about giovanni having returned and team rocket being back. for example, these dialogue lines that i posted abt the other day. specifically: "But he [Giovanni] returned and is once again Team Rocket's boss. Our organization has been reborn- stronger than ever!" because well. obviously giovanni has returned and team rocket is revived. this is a fact.

but a lot of his voicelines are about him resurrecting team rocket or some shit. as though his voicelines take place pre-pomas?? you can listen to all his voicelines here, but to point out a few:

"I'll use this power to resurrect Team Rocket." "It won't be long until I resurrect Team Rocket." "I will do whatever it takes to regain Team Rocket's former glory." "One day, I will restore Team Rocket to its former shining glory, just like the stars in the night sky." (lmao archer what) "After our boss is back from his solo training, Team Rocket will regain our former glory."

as you can see. he's talking like giovanni isn't back yet, despite him clearly having returned. like why. (also the last one is interesting to me bc it refers to the original giovanni. i'll talk about it more at the end)

i think rationally it's probably just a mistake, or maybe they recorded his voicelines way in advance or some shit and hadn't realized where they were going with the plot yet. idk. but it's kind of weird bc the other executives' voicelines don't have this issue. in fact there's multiple lines that directly acknowledge that he's back and they're currently under his leadership:

Ariana: "All of my strength exists to serve Team Rocket and its great leader." (the great leader presumably being giovanni obv) Petrel: "I can't believe Giovanni is in a place like this! Life sure is full of unexpected surprises."

i think it's worth pointing out that the giovanni on pasio is not actually the giovanni from this world, which he talks about in the mewtwo legendary adventure ("So this is how it's gonna be, huh? I guess I'm doomed to be a criminal no matter which world I find myself in.") this makes the archer voiceline i pointed out earlier a bit weirder, since it actually acknowledges the original giovanni. i think it's one of the few instances where he's actually acknowledged LOLL

that being said i don't necessarily think that's related, especially since in the dialogue i linked at the beginning, archer clearly considers the pasio giovanni to be his leader. still cool to think about tho

anyways i just thought this was interesting, & whenever i hear archer say one of the voicelines i pointed out earlier, it's always a little bit jarring to me. bc bbg team rocket IS back. what are you talking about. but yeah, regardless of whether this means anything or if i'm just overthinking it, i wanted to share this anyway so <3 love yall bye

edit oopsie: obv the otherworldly giovanni is similar to usum. and so this giovanni never experienced the disbandment of team rocket/hasn't yet done so. so that's why archer's voiceline has to refer to the og giovanni. this is further evidenced by giovanni acting surprised that team rocket was disbanded in the mewtwo legendary adventure. idk if this is obvious but i think it's important to mention LOL my b

#is this coherent at all #archer pokemon #i doubt this means anything but i still like to think abt it #also i am so obsessed with the fact that pasio's giovanni is not the mainline games' giovanni #i think about that a lot

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asbestieos · 2 years

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OH YEA bc of ur tags on the baba yaga rb asking abt the scene i shall tell u who i think is who (obbligato spoilers, go read it itll ruin ur life)

ballerina - kaname obv that old guy - mayhaps an es higher up? or ibara but i think the other would fit better that guy with the old guy - if the old guy is a higher up hed most likely be ibara. otherwise no idea. he isnt that integral to the story so he could just be some rando WAIT maybe he could be tatsu… mask dude rip - JUN. JUN. JUN. THEMATICALLY IT FITS TO ME. ONCE KANAME BECOMES A SPECIAL STUDENT HES LIKE 'lol bye girl who r u' AT JUN N JUN IS LIKE 'wtf traitor'. KANAME CUTS OFF JUN!! HE KILLS OFF HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH JUN!!!! I LOVE METAPHORS. or alternatively: hes tatsumi and the scene maybe represents how kaname pairing with tatsumi corrupts them both…?? thats a stretch… idk how to say it help but i have an idea for what it represents im just bad at words the 'ice' cream - its a character now yea but uh… it represents kanames want and need for fame and attention plus love, and how its addictive and clouds his better judgement leading to him doing anything to get it. so its symbolism kinda stays the same basically?? kaname is just a greedy boy

WAIT ALSO (im writing this in one go without rly editing im gaining ideas as i write i cannot shut up now) maybe the old guy near the beginning could be ibara? then halfway through an es higher up replaces him bc ibara didnt expect nor want what happened, so he wouldnt further endorse it. (ibara is in his place until the bridge/chicken coop bit then it changes for the rest) by es higher up i mean like, gatekeeper or something maybe. tbh i dont remember much abt gatekeeper other than hes weird gross and horrible

i actually have so many ideas around what specific scenes would look like and what id add maybe ill doodle some of it at some point… i hope u enjoyed this word vomit CFHASKICJHNSGKDG id talk abt it more but my brain is completely fried now

ohhh your brain is so huge for the masked man being jun.. i love that a lot, they were both insanely disadvantaged by the Non-Special / Special Student system, kaname basically betrays both tatsumi and jun by passing off tatsumi’s jobs back to the specials and continues mistreating jun for the sake of his persona.. i can see both tatsumi and jun being the masked man actually they both fit so well for the role

in regards to the old man actually for a hot second i pictured merumeru themself as the senior with ibara as their aide becos theyre the one who plans kaname’s next actions and directly feeds him information and commands to lead him towards success.. something something within the context of baba yaga, merumeru catch on to kaname’s burgeoning desire for love and affection (ice cream!!), promising it if kaname’s able to succeed in assimilating the himeru persona, stringing him along with subtle but addicting motions of affection.. yeah…….. i have been thinking so hard about kaname baba yaga

#rhank you so much for gojng crazy in my inbox btw we are in this rot together 🫶🤝#akinachiri tag pending #baba yaga kaname #<-sure i will tag him

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lavenite · 2 years

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alright i have annotated cecelia and. well i didnt cry honestly i think i was more just angry then sad about um. bad writing? LMAO that sounds stupid but its fine now. well 'fine' i just ripped into it and felt better i think. going into actually editing it will be hell i think but at least its Something you know. and ill feel better as i slowly work on that. ive split it up into 5 sections so ill try to do one per day. and actually work on it until im happy and satisfied and not worried about submitting. though at this point i keep going back and forth on if i Should submit cause like. i like this story. this is my story. its something i Started for a competition but its more mine than anything else.

well i mean i already had the story before i decided to work on it. i just chose that to work on um. anyway thats what i want to do from now on. for competitions i want it to be My stories that i dont just write for the sake of submitting and filling the themes. i mean obv i want to fit the requirements but im gonna stop stressing so much about if it will or wont fit bc thats fine. if it doesnt fit i can always submit to some other place OR it can just be mine. thats okay.

well ive lost the plot on whatever i was originally gonna say but ummm cecelia is noted and omg i keep leaving this unfinished i left for like 3 hours anyway im fine now i had a talk w my dad so i have a plan. gonna edit cecelia over the next 5 days and then draft the three stories i need - at the very least draft nothing abt rewriting yet. AND I FORGOT TO POST THIS AGAIN!!!! ITS BEEN LIKE 5 HOURS MAN.

ANYWAY i was gonna go to bed but now i am up again so i am going to organize something. probably my other stories - or i should probably work on my neocities to get it like half-way presentable lol

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imaginethathaikyuu · 5 years

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countdown to christmas - day 12

akaashi keiji - christmas tree (alternate title: underneath the christmas tree)

warning: the last half of this is very nsfw. just read up until the cut for all the fluff if that’s what you’re after!

gonna dedicate this to @haikyuu-scenarios-box and @boysloveandtaxation for correctly guessing today’s scenario;)

merry (late) christmas, friends! please accept this akaashi fluff and smut combo as my gift to all of you, for you deserve this and so much more. i hope you all like it, even though it is a very predictable gift <3

*NSFW warning featuring first time sex, cunnilingus, slight dirty talk, lots of loving fem reader

Your first Christmas with Keiji had been nothing but an incredible success, and as you sat on the floor admiring Keiji’s Christmas tree, which was the only light source in the living room, you couldn’t stop thinking about how happy you were.

Just thinking about Keiji gave your stomach butterflies; you had spent the better part of this year with him, and you were convinced you’d be with him forever. And the gifts he had gotten you for the holiday were just as thoughtful and amazing as you thought they’d be. Right now, you couldn’t be happier.

“Want a cookie?”

You looked up to find Keiji standing above you, holding out a leftover cookie.

Okay, maybe you could’ve been happier with a cookie.

“It’s the last one.”

“You should have it,” you told him, and he sat down next to you.

“Let’s half it,” he replied as he broke the cookie in half. He made sure to give you the bigger half, even though you both knew he was the one with the larger appetite.

Now you couldn’t be happier. “Your mom makes the best cookies, Keiji.”

“Believe me, I know,” he replied. “They’re my favorite part of Christmas.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, quickly finishing off his half of the cookie. It tasted so good that he couldn’t even try to suppress the smile on his face, and you noticed.

Your mind wandered to the day spent with Keiji’s family. You two had spent Christmas Eve with your family so you could spend today with his, and you had more fun with his big family than you expected.

They were just as accepting and kind as he was, to no surprise. His younger siblings were so excited to have you there - you were still blown away at how similar all four of them looked.

Right before leaving, Keiji’s mom handed you a small box with a bow on top. “These are the leftover cookies I could spare from the kids,” she told you with a knowing smile. “Keiji loves them. Make sure he shares with you, alright?”

You accepted them graciously, “Oh, thank you, Mrs. -”

That’s when she interrupted by putting a hand on your shoulder. “I hope this isn’t odd,” she said, “I hope I’m not intruding or anything, but... If you want, you can call me Mom - if you want!”

She had the same kind honestly as Keiji, as well as his intuition. And he had her blue eyes. You were only now noticing all the traits he had picked up from her, even though this wasn’t even close to your first time meeting her.

You were lucky he was raised by such a lovely woman - you aren’t sure he’d be the man you love without her.

And that’s why when she reached out to you in such that thoughtful way, you couldn’t help but tear up - it really showed you how Keiji became the amazing man he is today. Because he had been surrounded by great people his entire life.

“Of course,” you told her. And she smiled wide - he has her smile, too.

She pulled you into a hug, then. “Thank you for making my son so happy,” she said to you. “I’m proud to have you in the family.”

That’s what made your holiday. Not the gifts or even the cookies - it was being truly accepted into Keiji’s family in such a sweet and courteous way. It really warmed your heart.

And Keiji didn’t even have to ask you to come over afterwards, either - both of you just expected that you’d go to his apartment as you drove home, all while eating most of the cookies while waiting in the late night Christmas traffic.

Now that you were finishing the last one, you reminded yourself to ask his Mom for the recipe - as kindly as possible, of course - in hopes of being able to make them as well as she can one day.

“Kitten,” Keiji whispered to you, effectively pulling you out of your day dream. He chuckled at you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied. “Just thinking.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, “About what?” and pulled you into his lap.

“About how our first Christmas together was a success,” you replied.

“A major success,” he added. And then he gave you what he thought of as a celebratory kiss; you had other plans, though.

He was caught off guard when your hands moved to hold his face, and although it was gentle, it still managed to take his breath away as your lips worked against his. But you seemed to pull away far too soon.

“I love you, Keiji,” you told him, and while you still felt a bit shy saying it to him, the moment felt too right to pass it up.

“I love you too,” he said honestly. “So much.”

For a moment you could do nothing more than smile at him like the dork you were - and you didn’t know it, but Keiji could look at you looking at him that way forever.

But you felt far too shy under his gaze. Those gunmetal eyes you loved so much were intimidating, that’s for sure.

Bravely, you kissed him again, your hands still holding his face. And he deepened it quick. You ran your hand along to the back of his head to pull him closer, because you needed him as close as he could possibly be.

You didn’t even realize you had mumbled his name until he said yours back to you; you didn’t notice he was pushing you to lie down until your back hit the carpeted floor; you didn’t know how bad you wanted him until you felt him settling between your legs.

He ended the kiss with a rough bite to your bottom lip, which made an involuntary moan slip. The golden lights of the tree had never looked so bright when you opened your eyes and peered into his; you wondered if yours were as clouded with lust as Keiji’s were.

Neither of you knew what to say. But it seemed like you were still on the same wordless page - just looking at each other, you could tell what the other was feeling.

As if you were saying it to yourself and not to him, you said, “I’m ready,” and he nodded quickly in agreement as he tried to clear his throat.

“Are you?” Keiji asked.

You tried to pull his face down to yours again but he wouldn’t budge; he was watching your face, watching you bite your lip and furrow your brows, and he was getting more and more turned on by the second.

“I am,” you insisted. “Are you?”

“I’m ready if you are,” he replied. And so you nodded again, unsure if you could voice a reply.

Your first time having sex had been long awaited. But both of you enjoyed the wait for the right time. You wanted to find yourself in the moment where you just couldn’t say no, where there was absolutely nothing on your mind but Keiji - not even your insecurities or doubts or fears.

And right now, that’s exactly how you felt. You had waited so long for this feeling. You hoped it would happen on your six month anniversary two months ago, but it wasn’t quite right. You thought you felt this way the first time Keiji told you he loved you, but that night you still felt apprehensive.

There was just something about tonight. You were ready as you would ever be. The ache between your legs was just too strong to ignore, and it was solely because of the beautiful man hovering above you.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. He was trying his hardest to hold back; all he could think about was kissing your neck and unbuttoning your shirt and taking you right then and there.

You whined at his words, as they seemed quite teasing. “Keiji.” And your response only made him smirk.

“You have to tell me, kitten, or I won’t know,” he replied, and now he was definitely teasing. He knew exactly what you wanted - he just really wanted to hear you say it. “What do you want?”

“Y-You,” you choked out shyly, having no clue how to put your desire into words.

“Just me?”

“I… yeah.”

His hand started trailing up and down your side, and his touch gave you chills.

“What do you want me to do, kitten?” he asked, chuckling as he said, “Give me consent in a really sexy way.”

He let his head fall into the crook of your neck and his body relax against yours and hoped you would be okay feeling him against you while also being prepared for you to push him off.

You didn’t. In fact, you moaned again when you felt him against you - you could feel through his pants how hard he already was.

“I need you,” you moaned out, “Keiji, please, just - just have your way with me.”

You pushed him up a bit so you could get to unbuttoning your shirt - if he wasn’t going to make the first move to undress you, you sure as hell would.

“That’s my job,” he said, knocking your hands away so he could do it. He sat up so he could do it properly. “I’m supposed to have my way with you, you’re not supposed to lift a finger, kitten.”

“Then don’t make me lift a finger,” you giggled.

Your shirt was unbuttoned and he slid his large hands across your stomach to your sides, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

“Don’t worry,” he said between kisses. “I’ll make you feel so good, kitten. I promise.”

You believed him wholeheartedly - you were already feeling good and he was hardly even touching you.

He pushed your shirt off your shoulders, you pulled it all the way off, and Keiji didn’t hesitate to litter your chest in kisses. They were soft and quick and just a means to an end, which was the spot between your bra-covered breasts.

“Should we go slow?” he asked, nuzzling his nose into your chest.

“I think we should hurry,” you replied honestly, causing him to giggle at you and shake his head.

“Slow and steady,” he remarked. “Sit up a bit…”

He reached behind you to unhook your bra - which he wasn’t the greatest at - and then pulled it off of you slowly.

He took a shaky breath as his eyes scanned your body. You were laying there just for him, as if you were a present under the tree. The way the Christmas lights illuminated your skin, your curves, your face just took Keiji’s breath away.

And you expected to be more nervous. You thought you’d feel like he would be judging you or searching for your flaws, for the reason you wanted to wait so long for this.

But you didn’t feel that way at all. You knew that you’d be able to tell if Keiji didn’t like what he was seeing - he was a bad liar. And right now, you knew he was enjoying himself.

“Hurry,” you said, your own voice taking up a teasing tone as you arched your back towards him.

He wasn’t sure he could stop looking at you long enough to actually touch you, but that’s the one thing he wanted to do more than see you. He just had to clear his throat and collect himself before he could do anything else.

“Skirt next,” he managed to say. You unzipped it and he pulled it off and tossed it somewhere else.

“Take yours off,” you said.

“But I’m not wearing one.”

“I meant your shirt,” you laughed, “not your skirt.”

He tugged that off and threw it somewhere else, too, and then he basically fell onto you.

“You said I could have my way with you, right?”

“Right.”

He was fiddling with the frilly edge of your panties and kissing your chest as he thought about exactly what he wanted to do to you - and little did you know, Keiji had been thinking about getting a taste of you for a long time.

From your point of view, it looked like he slid down your body like a snake, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit surprised. Pleasantly so, though.

“These are cute,” he said, referring to your festive candy-cane colored panties. “Do you think they’d look cuter on the floor?”

You giggled, “Take them off and find out.”

Keiji pulled them down your legs with a sly grin and then threw the underwear over his shoulder - and they managed to land on one of the branches on the Christmas tree.

“Keiji!”

He laughed, “Just leave them. They make a good ornament, too.”

You just rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore your underwear in your periphery, preferring to focus on the man between your legs.

Keiji definitely wasn’t worried about that small mishap. His mouth was nearly watering with desire at the sight of your sex. You were absolutely soaked, he could tell just from looking at you.

He wasn’t sure if he should ask, but your hand in his hair gave him the courage he needed to let himself go. His mouth latched onto you and the moans he let out sounded like they were right out of a sex dream - he lapped at your wetness, savoring your taste as if he’d never get this chance again.

Your own moans only added to his pleasure - if he was already feeling this good now, he wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through the main event.

And you definitely weren’t going to last until then. Keiji was eating you out shamelessly - he didn’t care to spread your legs apart and do anything he could to make you feel good, and it took no time at all for him to do so. The moment his tongue found your clit you were a goner, and both of you knew that.

You had a hand in his hair and you tried not to moan too loud as you pulled him closer, but it was difficult. You didn’t want to grind your hips towards his face but you couldn’t help it - you felt like you had no control over your body, but rather, it was Keiji who did. He was making you moan, he was making you shake. You’d do anything he wanted you to do simply because you didn’t have a choice.

And when he moaned, “cum for me,” right into your core, that’s exactly what you did.

“Good girl,” he praised you, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him. He made sure to wait until you came down to say, “That’s my good girl, fuck.”

“Keiji,” you whimpered, and his face was over yours in seconds. You pulled him down to you and kissed him hard, lapping your tongue into his mouth and not caring that you could taste yourself on him - a part of you was sure that made it feel even better.

“Are you ready?” he asked between kisses, now set on relieving the ache in his pants.

“Yes, please, Keiji.”

“Okay,” he kissed you again, trying to clear his head, if it was even possible.

And then a warning sign seemed to come out of nowhere - it was big and red and bright.

When he stopped kissing you back, you pulled away. “...Kei?”

“Condom,” he said, wondering if he even had them. “Wait here for a second…”

“Don’t leave me!”

He wasn’t gone long, and returned much more excited than he left, all thanks to the box he kept under the sink just in case. “We’re responsible, Y/N, we use condoms when he have sex on the floor like the adults we are.”

You laughed, “If that’s the case, you should’ve carried me to the bed like a gentleman.”

“Or maybe you should have carried me,” he replied. He was on top of you again but there was one difference: his jeans were gone. He must have shed them on the way to his room.

“It’s too late now,” you said. “We’re here and I’m ready.”

He pushed his boxers off; you desperately wanted to look but felt much too shy to glance down. But then he held a blue foil packet up to your face.

“Wanna put it on for me?”

You nodded before you could register what that even meant, and your eyes averted south before you could stop them.

“Go on,” he whispered.

With his help you were able to roll the condom onto his length - which you now couldn’t stop looking at, purely because you couldn’t wait for it to be inside you.

Keiji lovingly kissed your cheek and whispered, “I’m going to put it in now, okay?” and you nodded with unwavering anticipation. He lined himself with your entrance and said, “if it hurts, please tell me,” and then, with one even thrust, his entire length pushed into you.

His moans were already uncontrollable. Your walls were so eager to accept him, they so easily fit him inside. And god, was it a perfect fit.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, having already tucked his head into your chest. “Kitten, you’re - you’re tight.”

“Move, Keiji - ah!” He gave you one slow thrust, and that was enough to make both of you need more.

Keiji gave you a messy kiss before picking up the pace, his forehead resting against yours as he dipped into your heat over and over.

It was everything you could’ve hoped for. You had never been so close to him, your heart had never beat so fast, you had never felt so good. Your body reacted to his every move; he was lost in you.

“Kitten, I - I’m not going to last.”

You assured him that you wouldn’t either - especially if he went faster, and he got the point.

“Cum with me,” he said before catching your lips in a messy, heated kiss. “Cum with me kitten, please, fuck, oh - I’m -”

You finished his sentence for him, “I’m cumming, Keiji - ah!”

All he felt was your nails digging into his shoulder as his entire body tensed and tingled; all you could hear was his loud calls of your name as everything went white. You came together, both of you moaning so loud the neighbors could hear but neither of you able to care.

You felt your chest erupting when you managed to fall down from the high. Keiji was pressing the softest kisses to your neck and rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

“So good,” he mumbled, “You were so good, kitten, such a good girl for me.”

He pulled out and managed to discard of the condom in the thankfully nearby bin quickly, and then he fell onto his back beside you.

“Come here,” he said, encouraging you to lay on his chest, and you were still catching your breath but you made yourself comfortable on top of him regardless.

“You’re so amazing,” he told you as he ran a hand up and down your back. “So perfect, you made me feel so good.”

“So did you,” you mumbled, and you wanted to return his kind words but you could hardly keep your eyes open.

The room was quiet for a bit after that. Both of you were still reeling after your first time together - Keiji felt proud of you, and you were already feeling excited to explore this new side of your relationship.

The man broke the silence when he mumbled, “I lied.” You lifted your head and looked up at him to find him already looking down at you. “There’s one more cookie left, but I hid it from you.”

“Seriously?”

He closed his eyes and held you closer to him with a strong grip. “Goodnight, kitten, I love you.”

“I’m going to find that cookie, you hog!”

#i know im posting this at 3 am but i kinda just got it finished dksadkl #ive been writing for the last 3 hours #why does smut take forever to write smh #merry christmas friends!#christmas countdown 2019 #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu one shot #please excuse any and all typos or weird wording until tomorrow morning when i can edit this after getting rest lmao #its edited obvs just..not....well more than likely lol #its ok tho at least i got it up :D #not family friendly #scenario #fluff #haikyuu x reader

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sips-tea-cutely · 3 years

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TBHK matchup person, no need to apologize :3! I was hoping to get a friendship and romantic matchup! I'm a bi enby (questioning, but ik for sure im nonbinary), no lean. I'm really into TBHK (obv :3), Dangan, and HS. I love things that give me stuff to think about and fill my brain with. I tend to get fixated on one thing at a time, and I love to talk about my interests (more like ramble lol). I like to spend my time making edits, reading, and listening to music. I doodle sometimes as well.

I hope this one is better than my last description because last time I was very tired and dumb!! 😭

thank you so much for resending your request hh OH MY GOD ITS BEEN HOW MANY MONTHS SINCE I DJD THS IM SO SORRY

your best friend is:

akane aoi!

you two would be the type to do a bunch of stuff together and she would definetely give you music and drawing reccomends. i can see both of you watching danganronpa together and she would scare you from time to time when you get too invested into the anime

i ship you with:

tsukasa !

you two can take pictures together and he certainly will enjoy your time w you. im like 50% sure he likes danganronpa stuff. he will like, listen to every single word that comes out of your mouth and will like even make sure that you have a little notebook for yoursefl just incase he isnt around you and will ask to take a peek once you meet up

#mod ibuki #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #akane aoi #akane aoi x reader #tsukasa yugi #tsukasa yugi x reader #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #tbhk matchups

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commander-spaceboy · 3 years

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I think the one thing that disappoints me the most about the star wars universe (other than the blatant racism) is the fact that we don’t get a lot of color.

(Clarification, not skin color, but like colors in general like the colors of planets and clothing and things like that)

Like earth has so many beautiful colors and so much to see everywhere, its gorgeous, so is what we see if space, nebulas for example are one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen (thank you hubble).

But in all of star wars its really,,,, lack luster to be honest. We get lots of browns and blacks and some reds some times if we are lucky.

Thinking back t.v show wise:

In tcw the color palette is always very muted, the only colors other than brown and black that really stood out to me were the paint on the clones armor, the bright yellows and reds of explosions, and various things that Padme would wear.

with the limited episodes we have of tbb, the colors have gotten some what better (obviously not skin tone wise) we get a lot more than black and brown (though not much seeing as their ship is literally almost all black), we seem to get a lot more white in the show, white from stormtroopers, from the inside of military building, from the neon signs in the city, and other things i cant remember. We also get various new bright colors from the bright city and the twe’liks.

Now rebels is a little bit of a different story from both of those, (obv new era new vibes u know how it goes) its full of colors i feel, you have zeb who’s literally purple, saben who is a wonderful mess of colors, hera whos a green twi’lik, and Ezra funny blue hair man. Kanan still has tcw and tbb vibes, probably because hes a jedi and he still has connections to the past (a whole topic i could go into in the color rant but i wont). Everything about rebels feels so much lighter than the past, every planet they visit feels bright and colorful, even when Ezra is having his identity crisis things around him still feel light and colorful. (Even the villain in one of the seasons he is blue!! I do not remember his name or like anything about him other than that he is blur and he is evil or something). I could go on about rebels but i wont ill move on.

Jedi fallen order (this gets a special place on this tv show topic cause there really aren’t any other games for star wars that im well versed in lol) i thought that fallen order had a very similar vibe to rebels color wise, probably because its from the same era. I felt like Cal was a colorful character (probs cause of all the ponchos lol), the little droid (bd i thing idk) was also very colorful, cause you could customize what colors he had. Over all the game felt very bright, you had the giant scrapyard planet from the beginning that was mostly dark, the second planet you land on that was light grey and green (still kind of muted but its a start), the forest planet you go to with the empire building in it, the night sister planet, all of these places had an element of realism because they were colorful and not just some baron place.

Something else i would like to touch on in this topic is the look of space itself, (i mean its called star wars you would think that the space would look really cool)

99% of the time space in the sw universe is just a black void with white dots on it sometimes you’ll get a blue star or two but thats about it, hyperspace is blue with white dots so not much better.

Space is genuinely one of the most beautiful things to exist, the Hubble telescope has been able to show us that, the pictures we get back from it are wonderful and it just makes me wish that we had gotten that kind of color in sw

I might makes some edits of backgrounds just to show yall what we could have had but just like,, think about it

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch #star wars rebels #rebels #jedi fallen order #i just want to see people other than padme in somewhat brughter colors #please i need it

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karamfilmare · 4 years

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Why I Dislike Fanon Oikawa

Ok, soooooooo

I have only been in the Haikyuu fandom since...late July, after the manga ended. I’m a bit of a late bloomer. Anyways...

Ever since Oikawa crosses my screen, I was ENAMORED with him. Like, what a beautiful boy!! And his dub voice just does things to me. And his attitude is spectacular. How could anyone hate him? And as the show went on, I love him even more. He was a pretty boy with a lot of baggage, and who doesn’t love that?

I never understood the hate about him, because come on, I’m pretty sure most of us have been worse than him, and honestly, people need to grow up, but THAT’S FOR ANOTHER TIME.

So, after watching Haikyuu, I did the typical fan things: rewatched the show, rewatched the show, made other people watch and love the show, got others into the Yagami Yato because of the show, although for me it was the other way around oops.

I managed to reach Haikyuu Tok, which was fantastic! The edits, the funny skits, the fanart, everything was MWAH CHEF’S KISS.

And at first I thought a few of the Oikawa jokes were funny -- the flat ass (which now he’s thicc so shut up about that lol, fucking Tendou’s ass caves in, I don’t want to hear it), the “Iwa-chan” obsession (which I mean, yeah, but hold this thought).

Then I got slightly annoyed by other things that were attached to Oikawa. And then my friends kind of hopped on to these, because they don’t like Oikawa, even though I have tried oh so hard to convince them that he’s not that bad of a person, like his personality and words are OBVIOUSLY -- no, no, that’s for another time. @oikawa-obvs also has a great analysis on why you should grow up and not hate Oikawa so there.

No, what really bothered me is what the fandom did to Oikawa. Fanon Oikawa started to bug me, for several reasons. And I will list and explain some of the things that bug me that people seem to take seriously about fanon Oikawa and apply it to canon Oikawa.

1. Oikawa the Crybaby

So like, the fandom makes Oikawa out to be a big whiny crybaby who can’t do anything without Iwaizumi. I’ll be addressing the first half here, because I want to save my Iwaizumi topic for a little later.

So, we see Oikawa cry several times in the show, and we see him have his most heartbreaking cry in the 3rd movie, one that makes me cry everytime.

But I don’t see why this makes him a crybaby. Like, other characters have cried, yet we don’t think of them as crybabies.

His emotions were too much for him, as it can be for a lot of us. I wish people would realize that him expressing his emotions in a physical way is not a bad thing.

And this leads to my next point...

2. Oikawa’s Weak (kind of hard to explain, keep reading)

I don’t mean physically weak (I mean his fucking serves are so hot--I MEAN HARD *cough*).

This is also kind of hard to explain. People pick on his character for his personality.

When we first meet Oikawa, his personality is loud, smug, a bit childish, etc. (Honestly, I kind of liked that, for some reason it was super interesting to me)

But I just want to draw your attention to the fact that a weak person would not:

- be able to lead a team so cohesively as he does

- be a strong presence on the team

- take responsibility for the team

- stay true to his goals

- be able to be loyal to his friends

I could go on.

3. Oikawa is clingy (to Iwaizumi)

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are really close best friends, and have been since elementary school. Naturally, the two are pretty much in sync and know each other really well.

However, Oikawa is not solely dependent on Iwaizumi. I have seen posts where people would joke and say “Oh, Oikawa would have gone to Shiratorizawa if Iwaizumi went.” One of my friends sent me a meme like that and said “SO TRUE” and I was like “MMMMMM BUT NO YOU’RE WRONG.”

I don’t know if it is just me and my absolute need to be independent being projected onto my favorite characters, but Oikawa is not tied to Iwaizumi. Oikawa is definitely loyal, and so is Iwaizumi. They do see each other as partners, but even they realize that their paths are not meant to be joined forever.

I am really close with my best friend/s, and they mean the world to me. We joke and talk and we have each others’ backs, even when separated doing our own thing. We will be pretend clingy, but that’s just what friends do.

I guess this is a subset to the Oikawa is weak, but I feel like this needed its own explanation and analysis (sorry, it kind of sucks so far).

4. Oikawa is a playboy

Ok, so my main source for Oikawa’s character is the anime. I haven’t gotten far in the manga to know more.

But honestly, from my multiple viewings of the anime, Oikawa is very kind and considerate to his fangirls, but he doesn’t seem flirty.

Oikawa had a girlfriend (who somehow broke up with him because of volleyball. I sympathize and don’t at the same time, but that’s for a different topic?).

I know that there is a story where he kind of tries to flirt with some girls when he gets his glasses, but he kind of goofed on that. And yes, he knows he’s good looking, but he hasn’t really used his good looks to take advantage of people, especially his fangirls.

I also find it hard to believe that Oikawa, who has a much older sister, would dare to toy with women’s hearts without getting his shit rocked by said older sister. Also, I feel like Oikawa cares about setting a good example to his nephew Takeru, and being a playboy isn’t what Oikawa would want to project on his nephew.

I think Oikawa gets judged to be a playboy because he is attractive (which how can anyone not find him attractive. Furudate made a powerful character when even the Oikawa haters find him attractive.)

I just want people to recognize that canon Oikawa is actually a deeply loyal, nuanced character, and he’s not what fanon Oikawa appears to be. He is one of, if not, the most hard-working individuals. He is driven, ambitious, independent, focused, and extremely insightful.

He was a kid who loved volleyball, then became absolutely in love with the sport when he sees his idol, Jose Blanco, and decided that he wanted to be the best setter. That comes with an immense pressure from within, which can cause a lot of stress on a young individual. He practiced and perfected the craft, doing what he can to measure up to the talented and the genius players of his age. He just happened to be given “The Curse of the Ordinary.”

It’s amazing that he has managed to become one of the best players that is feared and revered by peers. He is special, not due to his talent, but due to his perseverance and dedication.

And I don’t think people should lose that in the fanon. I get it as a joke, but some people seem to confused the fanon with the canon.

Thanks for reading this crappy analysis, I’m so sorry I subjected you all to this. I really love and appreciate you all. <3

Credit to @volleygifs for the gifs

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asuka--langley--soryu · 3 years

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tagged by: @so1987 thank you!!!

1. why did you choose your url?

I had just watched nge and wanted an asuka url and this was available lol. I have desperately and deeply wanted the single dash version for literally years but its never been available :// if you are hoarding it then pls know we are mortal enemies on this earth and i can and will fight you for it

2. any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

well, first of all, this is a sideblog lol. my main is @paradoxspaces

I’ve had various sideblogs over the years but at this point the only active one (aside from here) is an mcr/music sideblog @so-ingestible. Once upon a time I ran @isgeorgehwbushdeadyet which is uhhh obviously now defunct but remains my pride and joy

3. how long have you been on tumblr? jfc since literally 2011 :/ ive seen it all and somehow stuck around which idk is probs in the dsm somewhere

4. do you have a queue tag? Is just ‘q’ right now, but back in the day I did used to have one of those dumb punny ones bc it was The Thing To Do

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? Started this blog bc I’d finished nge and was absolutely out of my mind about it and needed somewhere to vent that lol. Also I’d gotten this URL and it seemed a shame to waste it.

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? this asuka has been one of my go-to pfps for yeaaars across various platforms. I like how judgemental she looks.

(tho just between you and me i have been thinking of changing it soon so mayhaps watch out for that)

7. why did you choose your header? I like the ‘red sea’ image and it’s not super obtrusive/obnoxious

8. which post of yours has the most notes? I have no idea lol I dont keep track of that. like i said i’ve been here since 2011 and have had multiple sideblogs in that time so is more work than its worth

9. how many mutuals do you have? is there a way to find this out that isn’t literally going through and counting? bc im like. not doing that.

10. how many followers do you have? 10k on here

11. how many people do you follow? 688

12. have you ever made a shitpost? lol yea sure whatever that even means

13. how often do you use tumblr? uh god probs too often? its really the only social media I use tbh

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog? who won? lol no, not really and especially not at this point. i just.....dont take tumblr seriously enough to muster the kind of energy to get into the maladjusted social thunderdome that goes on here. obvs i have been known to get snippy w anons and post about disagreeing w certain opinions bc i am, at the end of the day, a bitch, but i dont think thats the same thing lol.

however i will say that on my main (and off tumblr as well, unfortunately) circa 2012 I used to throw myself passionately and heroically into the most god awful unholy trenches of the vriscourse bc idk apparently i had nothing better to do back then and thought it was my mission from god to argue w people on reddit. if you know anything about the relationship between any given unmedicated 14 yr old prelesbian meangirl and vriska then you can probably guess how i acted--which is to say like an absolutely rabid fucking animal.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to share this’ posts? i ignore any posts longer than two sentences as a general rule

16. do you like tag games? (+) 17. do you like ask games? yes to both!

18. Which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? o christ once again i have no fucking clue. if youre famous lmk

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? nah lol none of you are real

20. tags (no pressure!) o geez i will come back and edit this when im home xoxo

#this has been a text post #obvi im not serious about ignoring posts consiering my own long posting loool #but i do tend to scroll past things longer than a paragraph if they dont immediately grab me #mine

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astrarche-x · 3 years

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The Poppy War: thoughts

Context: I saw this book heavily recommended on tumblr and even though I didn't research it (to avoid spoilers), it looked like something for me. I also realized recently that I haven't read a modern high fantasy in a while, so when my friend told me "hey, I've read this book and need someone to rant about it with", I was like "sure can I borrow it?". It is worth noting that my friend's tone was rather disapproving and we mostly share our taste in books, but still, I approached The Poppy War with a very favourable mindset.

Which didn't last very long.

Fortunately, after some time the book got better, so: disapproval first, praise later.

- the first part, aka Rin's time in academia, was so predictable and cliche I went through it purely out of malice (to be able to roast it). It was fitting every cliche you can find in a books set at school and bore me to death.

- Jiang: aaaa. This is coming from my personal experiences, but I've had a hard time with my "cool but weird" teacher lately and I just can't get past this trope without being angry at writers who do not acknowledge how toxic it usually is. (tho in Jiang's case it was more or less ok) Also the reveal of his backstory was very predictable.

- Rin: i couldn't bear how "edgy" she was. I started to like her when the actual war begun and she turned from "i'm not like others lol" to "i'm so scared, i want to be safe. also what is sleep". (also because she has been a chaotic mess the whole time and the war actually made it more believable). I had issues with her character though - for example she comes to the academia when she's like 15/16 and even though a lot happens to her over the course of the action, i had a feeling she hasn't actually matured. Did she develop? In terms of abilities, knowledge, rage etc - yes. But I didn't think she was more mature at the end and it really bothered me (as i was still picturing as a 15-year-old and had to constantly remind myself that she's an adult now).

- self-harm: uuh handled in a weird way? It's obvious that Rin's self-harming to cope with stress in academia is not healthy and the context shows that the heroine is under immense pressure which has a bad effect on her, but the narrative seems to present self-harm as a necessity to manage life and never really condemns it - not only explicitly, but any negative consequences of it are also absent.

- this book (and Grishaverse) would be more enjoyable if I hadn't taken that basic Russian course. I cringed every time I read Kitay's name (and it appears quite often...). Literally why name your character China? It's such a bad idea...

- I don't know if the original edition has trigger warnings, but oh boy, i kinda wish Polish one had them too. Not that they would actually stop me from reading this, but I started this book with intent to get some nice escapism with a tad of intellectual challenge and I wasn't quite prepared for what I got. I saw a post that talked about how in fantasy or sci-fi wars are a thing that just happens and serve more as a plot device, but are not treated as like an actual tragedy and how this isn't the case for The Poppy War. I think this is a very good point and I very much agree with this but I wish this book was marketed in a more accurate way (with mention of the genocides) than "cool protagonist goes from poor orphan to badass" (almost literal description from the back cover).

- on genocides: the Golyn Niis part was so hard to read. It totally gave me flashbacks to the time when we talked about Shoah in Polish lessons in high school and I had to read like 4 short stories by Tadeusz Borowski about Auschwitz, one novella by Zofia Nałkowska about investigating Nazi crimes and one book about the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising by Hanna Krall & Marek Edelman* (and it was all in the span of like 1-1,5 month) - all of which were written by survivors of said events, so it was an extremely difficult and emotionally exhausting read. Parts of The Poppy War had the same effect on me, so it shows the author really did her research and is to be appreciated, although while I would like to know what happens plot-wise in the next parts of the trilogy, I think it would be too emotionally draining for me to read.

- Having said all this, I found the Speer genocide theme really interesting. The legends and propaganda surrounding it, its impact on both country politics and Altan's (and Rin's) personal stories... Also I really liked how Rin's perception and understanding of it changed. Plus it served really well as a backstory - its effect on the whole plot was huge and manifesting in unexpected places but without the feeling of being hammered into reader's head.

- Altan: that guy. He was an interesting character, but a very unlikeable one. He was such an asshole... (And yeah obvs still trauma and all that but he really was one). Also I found it confusing that at the end of the book Rin was like "omg his power is so strong because he's fueled by revenge!"... duuh? It was obvious since her convo with Jiang about lore students?

- But generally Rin's relation to Altan was for me one of the strong points of this book. I'd say that Rin's emotions regarding him were very realistically written - admiration, longing for approval, the feeling of similarity, anger, frustration about his expectations, the need to rise to the challenge he posed, to be his equal... And then the shock as he fell from the pedestal she constructed; the understanding, the pity and the sadness. I loved how complicated that was and that we as readers got to see that Rin's Altan and the actual Altan were two different persons, even though the narrative is close to Rin's POV.

- Chaghan: he was my fave character. This is, again, personal, but works of fiction work 200% better for me if the characters are well-written - which The Poppy War rather lacked: few characters were interesting and even less were likeable. Chaghan was both - maybe he didn't have a big arc and was rather a secondary character, but he was intriguing, had that close bond with Altan (I ship them) and also was the most competent person in the cike (Quara was the second one). He was very straightforward and had that no-bullshit attitude, but unlike Rin, Altan etc., what he said and his actions actually made sense. So every time he had to went away from the main character I was devastated...

- What I really enjoyed about this book was the parts about shamanism. I'm not an expert about what goes on in modern fantasy, but I have a feeling that a character of a shaman often appears in a very exoticised way (wonder why is that /s), whereas in this book it was treated seriously and was a basis for a great magic system. 9/10 very original take, highly recommend.

* books mentioned: "Medaliony" by Zofia Nałkowska, "Zdążyć przed panem Bogiem" (eng: Shielding the flame) by Hanna Krall & Marek Edelman, Pożegnanie z Marią by Tadeusz Borowski

#the poppy war #book ramblings

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Spring Love with the Prince (Royal Garden) // Voiced Mini Stories

Well, this event is nice because its contents (the avatars, the voice lines, etc.) appear to be new – as in it’s not all lazy reprinted crud from the ancient BMP1 platform. It seems like for 2020 they’ve managed to get a hold of all the seiyuu and recorded new voice lines haha yes

Translations and Event Fluff Behind the Cut!

Characters are organized by story order (the order you receive them)

Glenn (CV. Ishikawa Kaito)

[G]: “Ah, a hairy caterpillar-! … Just joking with you.” [G]: “…Could it be that you’re upset with me? Sorry.” [G]: “…Huh? You were just pretending to be mad? Haah… Thank goodness.” [G]: “I was thinking that you were upset because I made fun of you, so I got a bit flustered there.” [G]: “Really, I’m too weak when it comes to you. Even knowing that, I can’t change a thing about it and it’s frustrating.”

Zain (CV. Hirakawa Daisuke)

[Z]: “I’m completely mesmerized – not by… the cherry blossoms, but by My Lady mesmerized by the blossoms.” [Z]: “Stay still for a moment. A petal got in your hair...” (kiss) [Z]: “I lied. You standing still among the dancing flurry of the blossoms… was so beautiful, so naturally I simply… was swayed to want to do such a thing.” [Z]: “Would it be all right if I do it… some more?”

hirarin as zain is just……..

also there really was a kiss sfx but I cut it out by accident when editing lol whoopsies

Joshua (CV. Namikawa Daisuke)

[J]: “It is my first time partaking in this supposed ‘cherry blossom viewing’, but I could not possibly think that it would be this much fun.” [J]: “Somehow or another, I tend to naturally smile when it appears that you’re enjoying yourself.” [J]: “You, truly… I’m just no match for you.”

Edward (CV. Okitsu Kazuyuki)

[E]: “The descending, transient cherry blossoms truly are beautiful.” [E]: “Though it is only that way because I get to see something that is, indeed, always more gorgeous than these flowers.” [E]: “I may have never felt such an impression before.” [E]: “’What could that something be,’ you ask?” [E]: “…It is you – my beautiful partner who need not scatter away.”

Keith (CV. Kondo Takashi)

[K]: “Spring at Oriens is also pretty nice, huh.” [K]: “…Just a moment ago, you standing there in the midst of the storm of blossoms was so freakin’ stunning, I was honestly a bit enchanted by it.” [K]: “…Man, I’m all drunk on that blossom-viewing sake.” [K]: “I said something that was pretty out-of-character of me.”

Roberto (CV. Kimura Ryohei)

[R]: “It’s the perfect weather for cherry blossom viewing!” [R]: “Now, the bento you woke up early to make for me is also the best, but–“ [R]: “I missed the taste of your family’s dango!”

…………sir this is not as heartfelt as the others im gonna need u to return home-

Wilfred (CV. Sakurai Takahiro)

[W]: “Apparently in your country there’s a saying that goes along the lines of ‘the dango over the flowers.’” [W]: “From my angle, it’s you over the flowers and over the dango.” [W]: “The cherry blossoms are indeed very beautiful; but when I get to see things with you, simply anything and everything ends up looking beautiful.”

The saying he’s talking about 「花より団子」has a meaning that’s kind of like “choosing substance over style”, or preferring practicality over aesthetics and/or style. Mind, it’s not used as a positive thing to describe someone haha. It’s kind of like criticizing someone for not appreciating or understanding the beauty of something

Yakov (CV. Yasumoto Hiroki)

[Y]: “These ‘cherry blossoms’ come and fall rather fleetingly.” [Y]: “However, simply the scattering of all these petals at once is a magnificent sight.” [Y]: “I like it. I want to see these blossoms with you for next year as well. It’s a promise.”

Brief Event Fluff

This event is in their relatively-new “Royal Garden” format. It’s just a revamp of collection events, but it’s cute bc you can take their pets out to war to bring back some extra points every three hours. This is probably the most official “rendition” of the BMP1 character’s “pets”. They’re not like the BMP2 charas (where most everyone has an actual pet) so lol with some of them:

wil’s is a terrifying prince rabbit doll bc… carrots or something. somebody retcon in a bootleg lassie for him please i hate looking at this thing

keith is his dumb lion fursona like kevin’s. it even stands upright and everything

roberto has a legit rabbit, which i think has been his motif for a long time and was then further solidified with the rabbit doll in his time travel bday story.

joshua’s is Kyuu. idr if kyuu made any named appearances in his English content, but kyuu is that same grey cat ↓

(there’s more but u get the message) sieg’s cat is “Kyuu the Third” where Sieg’s cat is related to this Kyuu lol

glenn has a hamster(?). kuon has a squirrel (and i think shion the chipmunk?) so it might be a bootleg mascot of that

ed has a pegasus-type-looking horse. I think Arionne exists only in the non-social continuity, and the one BMP fansite master I look to claims that the horse is named Raphael. idk I never really bothered to play much ed content so hmmm

yakov obv has Daifuku which still cracks me up bc it is among the smallest and least threatening of the animals. charas like ivan and ryuo have wolves and tigers which are still cool but cute but the guy with hunting and shooting as his listed hobbies has a very small owl that doesn’t do anything cool except be a klepto and bother him at work

zain has a panther-like cat, identical to jin. but if I really want to go wehhh zain master race zain had the black cat motif in his avatar items before they even bothered to make jin a major character iirc. the fansite master seems to think it’s supposed to be a call to Suzu (the cat in Zain’s time travel bday route) but hmmm idk

#be my princess #bmp

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