#like. if i'm going to be sopping wet and alone what's the point

[moinsbienquekaworu]

It's 2pm, my city's pride parade starts at 2pm in a part of town that's like 20 minutes away in public transportation, my best friend said we would go together but they made other plans for this afternoon so I'm going alone, and it's raining. Do I even bother.

[gtsdreamer2]

"Mmmph. Yes. That's it. Umph! I can feel it pouring into me!" You hugged the lamp tightly to yourself, hidden under your shirt and nestled between your petite breasts, bucking against the air as you laid in bed. Having the warmth of the lamp contained with nowhere else to go, your body seemed to absorb its energy quicker than your mother had. The heat was almost unbearable, but you knew that you needed to hurry. Your brother's girlfriend would be here soon to steal away this treasure that was suddenly thrusted apon you. After seeing how large your mother had grown simply from this morning at breakfast to only a few hours later, you were hoping that you could at least gain a few inches before then.

Aa your body adjusted to the heat, your arousal levels began to spike. You could feel your body expanding and becoming more sensitive. The lamp's energy being concentrated around your breasts was causing them to swell more quickly than the rest of you which elicited a coo from your plumping lips. You felt them growing bigger and bigger as they began to envelop the lamp, which was quickly running out of room under your shirt. You felt your feet sliding further down the bed and figured you must be close to the six foot tall mark by now.

"This feels so good!" You cried as you bit your blanket to try and stifle your moans and whimpers. Sweat poured off your body, but the heat only felt like a gentle, loving caress at this point. Just as you were starting to get lost in the throes of ecstacy, a knock at the door forced you back to reality. "Shit. She might wake mom."

Quickly you withdrew the lamp from its prison and put it on your nightstand. All your clothing was sopping wet from sweat and desire as you got up. Stretched beyond its limits, your pants tore at the seams, as did the sleeves of your shirt. Your midriff was exposed and glistening with sweat as your now massive and surprisingly perky tits tented your top. As you exited your room and made for the door, you were suddenly overtaken by your mother, who's stride greatly outpaced yours.

"Don't worry, sweetie, mommy's got it." As she opened the door, you were surprised that it wasn't Katy, but instead a delivery man for Doordash. "Finally. I'm famished." Your mom said, hungrily. Being in the presence of your eight foot tall mom, the poor man was immediately captivated by her overwhelming pheromones. "Come on. We're going to enjoy this in my room." Cindy beckoned the delivery driver and he shambled behind her, caught in a trance while carrying enough food to feed three people.

'Well that was weird' you thought to yourself, watching the whole scene play out until the door to your mom's room was shut. Just as you thought you might have more alone time with the lamp before Katy arrived, there was a second knock on the door. Before even waiting for an answer, your brother's girlfriend let herself in. She was immediately thrown off by the size of her boyfriend's "little" sister.

"Woah, Des, you're massive. What the fuck happened to you?? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look gorgeous, like seriously, super amazingly scrumptious, but your clothes are all torn because you're just...bigger." She was practically drooling as she took in all of your new stature. "Your tits grew. And your muscles grew. And you're like six foot two or something. I'm seriously jealous."

You were suddenly aware of the effect you were having on this woman in front of you. It seemed similar to the way the delivery guy had just reacted to your mom, although not as strong...yet. You began to form a devilish plan as a smile crept across your face. "You wanna feel these muscles? I'll give you a taste. Come to my room, it'll be fun." She only hesitated for a moment.

"I..um...your brother sent me here to get...something. A present? I forget...um..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's in my room! Come on. I'll show you! You replied jubilantly. Grabbing her hand, you pulled her into your den, trying hard to ignore the moans that were escalating from your mother's room.

You pushed Katy gently into your room and closed the door behind her. "Wow," She said, dazed and dosed with an even higher concentration of your phenomenal pheromones. "It's smells so good in here. So sweet and feminine. Nothing like your brother's room. It's nice." She took the liberty of sitting on your bed while you closed the vent above your door, which you had no trouble reaching. When you turned around, Katy was staring at the lamp, still aglow beside your bed. "Hey, this is really pretty. It's totally my aesthetic."

"Ya! Isn't it cool! That's your present! I'm borrowing it right now though." You hopped into bed between Katy and the lamp and rested yourself against the headboard before grabbing it to give her a better look. As soon as it touched your hands, the familiar warmth began to spread through you. You couldn't help but let out an audible coo."

"What was that?" Katy asked quizzically, reaching for the lamp instinctively before you pulled it further out of her reach.

"It just feels really good...and it's turning me on.", you confessed, embarrassed about how honest you were being with what the lamp was making you feel. You spread your legs, revealing the split seam of your pants and a pair of strained and soaked pink panties beneath it. "I need you to...um...help me. You rubbed the soft wet spot between your legs enticingly and Katy began to drool subconsciously. She was easily being overwhelmed by your pheromones in this confined space.

"I...um....what?" She said absent-mindedly as saliva began to pool in her mouth.

"Here. Like this." You pressed the lamp to your chest with one hand while you grabbed the back of her head with your free one. With ease, you forced her head between your legs and she automatically stuck out her tongue and began to eagerly lick you over your panties, completely unaware of what she was doing. She was yours now.

"Mmph mmph mmph." Your brother's girlfriend made rhythmic whimpers between laps of her tongue as you grew more and more aroused, the warmth of the lamp still pouring into you. 'This is my own personal heaven.' You thought to yourself, your panties growing tighter as the seam in your pants split further and further with each pulse of energy.

"You know...umph..I know you're my brother's girlfriend and all, but...(holy shit I'm getting so big) you're so good at this. I might just have to steal you and make you mine." You let the lamp rest between your massive tits which had no trouble gripping onto it unassisted as you reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of Katy's hair to both pet her and force her harder against your sopping panties. Looking down on her, you suddenly realized that she was packing more ass into her jeans than she was when you ushered her into your lair. 'This girl is leaching size off of me!' You thought to yourself. You could feel yourself still growing, but you were also now aware that the warmth of the lamp was being fed to her through you. 'This is so hot.' You bucked your hips harder against her as your jeans and panties snapped off. Katy peeled the remnants away and continued her work, now unobstructed.

As Katy grew, she was slowly starting to shake off the pheromone fog caused by her boyfriend's gargantuan little sister.

'What the fuck am I doing?' Was her first thought as she was tongue deep in Destiny's snatch. Her second thought was 'why was she enjoying it so much?' Her third thought was 'why was the bed so small?' Quickly coming to the conclusion that her boyfriend's sister was causing this and that she wanted more, she continued to indulge her temporary lover. No longer bound by Destiny's pheromones, Katy began to get more aggressive with her movements. She gripped Destiny's hips with force and tried to maximize her skin-to skin contact by laying her arms against her larger partner's thighs.

"Fuck, who taught you to eat like that?" Desiny moaned, crying out in sudden ecstacy. Unable to hold back, she finally let go and succumbed to her first orgasm of the evening. The heat of her arousal peaking only added to the lamp's power, forcing a sudden growth spurt out of her and causing destiny to crest the ten foot mark. "Fuck!" She cried out, gripping Katy's head and adding a second climax.

"Who taught me that? What, like your brother has been my only lover?" Hearing Katy's voice snapped you out of your euphoria only briefly. How had she broken your spell? You felt her grip on your hips change as she pulled herself up to get on top of you. She was still clearly some feet shorter than you as she maneuvered herself swiftly face to face with you. Lowering her weight, she was suddenly sandwitching the lamp between your ample chests as she pressed her lips to yours. A small whimpered moan of surprise escaping your lips. "Let me show you what else I know." Sharing the lamp between you and tasting your own arousal on your tongue immediately relit the fires between your legs and ignited another session of passion.

Your first thought pulling up to your house after a long day of work was that Katy must have been late to pick up her gift if her car was still out front. Your second thought was curiosity about the extra car that belonged to the delivery driver trapped (unbeknownst to you) in your mother's clutches. As you opened up the front door to your house, you were greeted by a half naked delivery driver making a mad dash past you to his car. He sped off, not even bothering to collect the money for his deliver. As you turned back towards the inside of your house, your eight foot tall mother exited her room, covered in nothing but a bed sheet. "I wasn't done with him." She pouted.

"What's all that noise?" Your sister said groggily, squeezing her twelve foot tall frame out of her doorway. She had to crouch next to your mom as to not dent the ceiling.

"Oh fuck. Des, what happened? You were supposed to give that to Katy, not use it!"

"Oh, I gave it to her alright, she said sardonically as a ten foot tall Katy followed your sister out of the bedroom. Seeing your twelve foot tall sister, your ten foot tall girlfriend, and your eight foot tall mother was too much for you to bare. You fainted at the sight, and the gaggle of girls giggled about what to do with you next.

[kairiscorner]

he survived your grumpiness in the morning, now you survive his <33

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

grumpy noir x sunshine reader

peter came home from a long day. he was late to work, coffee spilled all over his cleanest and only button-down of the week because he forgot to do the laundry and would have to get right to it the minute he came home, his boss barked orders at him like he was some errand boy, which he pretty much was, given how little he was respected there--and all his photos for the paper were either blurry, uninteresting, or just flat out crappy.

it really was not peter's day today, not in the slightest. and to top it all off, on his commute home, he missed the last train for the day because his boss kept him at work, berating him for his poor performance, and of course, laughing in his face about it when he noticed his eyes were welling up with tears at the amount of horrible things shaping up his equally horrible day. oh, and it rained cats and dogs on the way home, what luck.

the time peter came home, he was about as sullen as the gray, monochrome rainy sky. he wrung out his sopping wet coat out from the veranda and threw it on the coat hanger, which toppled and fell over to its side. frustrated, peter grumbled to put it back in place. he slumped down on his sofa, trying to light his cigarette. "please, for my sake universe, give me this one good thing and let me light my damn cig." he muttered to himself angrily as he kept clicking on the mechanism of the lighter. it absolutely refused to light, only giving tiny sparks as peter kept pushing down on the mechanism.

he inevitably gave up and sank further into his sofa, angry at... everything, really. he hardly got this way, but seeing as how nothing went his way today at all, could he really be blamed? he closed his eyes as he leaned against the sofa's back, trying to sleep it off, but that simple pleasure couldn't even be granted to him.

the doorbell rang, and peter swore under his breath as he stumbled up to go get it. he opened the door, and, to his surprise... you were there. you grinned at him, all sweetly and brightly, your eyes looking up into his own, which reflected the murkiness of today's weather--sullen and melancholic as nothing, not a single thing, was right about today.

"good evening, pete." you greeted him in a chipper voice. peter looked at you nonchalantly. "oh, um, yeah. good evening." he greeted back, with emphasis on the "good" part, which that day was everything but that very word.

"how're you... oh." you began, but soon trailed off when you noticed how he was dripping wet, completely drenched in rain water from top to bottom as he opened the door a little more. "peter, you're soaking wet!" you pointed out, to which peter placed a hand on his forehead and nodded. "i couldn't catch the train, missed the last one, so had to walk home. and... yeah, the rain caught me as i was heading home, and..." he narrated his horrid day.

you looked at him with a concerned expression, feeling extremely bad for him. "oh, pete, i'm real sorry to hear that." you told him as you sympathized with the poor man. "as much as i'd like to say i appreciate that sympathy, i can't really put with void apologies when it isn't even your fault, now." he said in a rather cold tone, signifying he didn't want to talk about it nor have you pity his situation right then and there.

you nodded. "i understand." you tell him as you gaze into his frustrated eyes. "i don't need you to, but thanks anyway." he said as he was about to close the door on you, but you held it open by putting yourself in between, your hand holding the door open. "pete... can i come in?" you ask him, which perplexed him a little. why would you want to enter his home after he made it perfectly clear he just wanted to be alone for the time being.

you sympathetically grinned up at him. "please?" you gave him those irresistible doe eyes he found so endearing, those eyes that always worked on him whenever you needed him to do something for you.

he sighed in frustration and nodded slowly. "fine, just... don't cause too much of a mess while you're here." he said as he slumped back down on the couch.

you sighed as peter didn't change out of his sopping wet clothes. you took off your coat and handed it to peter. "it's your own house, so... i suppose you wouldn't be too embarrassed to change out of those wet clothes for something warm and dry?" you asked him in a concerned voice as he looked up at you and the coat in your hands.

you chuckled. "don't worry, it's quite porous, it'll keep you warm and stay dry." you beamed as your lips curved into a small smile for him. "i... okay. thank you." he said as he gently took the coat from you and began to change when you walked off.

"have you eaten yet, pete?" you asked him as you looked around his place. he shook his head. "can't bring myself to cook right now, let alone enter the kitchen. might burn down the house without aunt may here." he muttered, to which you found yourself giggling at. "what's so funny?" he asked, confused, as he turned his head to look at you.

you shook your head as you kept smiling. "nothing, that is true, though. ms. parker did say to keep you out of the kitchen, you're lucky i'm always here to look after you, peter." you beamed as you headed into the kitchen as you rolled up your sleeves. "you hungry?" you asked him.

he took a few seconds to respond, until he finally spoke up. "yeah, um, i'm kinda hungry, now that i think about it." he sounded like he calmed down after his frustration overtook him earlier. "alright, just wait right there pete, i'm on the way." you declared as you readied ingredients to whip him up something nice.

soon after, peter was presented with a steaming hot dinner, prepared by you. you smiled as you readied up the table for him, as well. he felt a little embarrassed at how a guest, who he initially refused and showed him nothing but sympathy for his frustration, no matter how much he didn't want to talk about it, readied his table and fed him food in his own home.

"you... didn't have to do this, really." he said in a low voice, which came out as a sort of grumble, but you knew he meant to thank you. "come on now, peter. i could tell you weren't feeling at your best right now. i just want you to enjoy at least one small thing from today, even if it won't last forever." you told him as you sat across him from the table and gave him a small chuckle as he blew on his food, looking up at you, too.

"you made my favorites?" he asked in subtle disbelief. you nodded with a grin. "nothing beats having your favorites after a not-so good day. if you want, i'd make you your favorites forever, if you'd like, and offer you my coat when you're stuck in the rain. i'd even listen to you grumble and gripe about all the crappy stuff that's happened to you, even if you're... going to be angry at me for wanting to sympathize." you said with a small laugh as peter hung his head.

"sorry i've been so cranky and out of it today, really, i just... nothing went my way today." he admitted, very ashamed of his own behavior, he knew better than to treat you that way, but he did what he did. you reached for his hand from across the table. "peter, i understand. really, i do. your emotions are valid, never let anyone, not even yourself, tell you not to feel what you're feeling. i'd love you even if you perpetually had a storm cloud over your head and a unibrow from frowning all day and night." you said earnestly as peter blushed slightly at your words.

he adjusted his glasses on his face as he cleared his throat. "um... thank you. again. i really, really appreciate it. i... i appreciate you." he said as you giggled at his flustered self. "don't mention it, pete. i can come by tomorrow and tend to you, even if you'll be doubly cranky then!" you joked, but were serious about wanting to come by tomorrow.

"ah... yes, please. i'll try to keep my crankiness to a minimum. but i doubt it'll linger any longer if you're here." he said with a smile, the first smile that ever cracked on his face ever since the day started. it ended with you and him, smiling and laughing, forgetting the horrible day he had at the beginning, only to relish this lovely evening you two shared.

a/n: I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS BTW, I'M MAKING THIS WHILE TIRED BECDBEIBCIUEBCIFRBIVBR

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Looks at Pep's profile on toyhouse:

Oooh, interesting stuff here! Also lots of sadness in the links! More thoughts below:

<"–and even being rescued himself in a few situations.">

<"- he and Porto helped me home when I was struggling to move, let alone keeping my form together -">

<"Porto, and Bello, found me when I wasn't in the best place, and very vulnerable">

My first thought was imagining Pep in 'Sopping Wet Creature' form being in either Porto or Bello's arms, but it's more likely him having a panic attack and both of them helping him get home.

<"but I realised what they needed, and I gave it to them - I still have that scar... I didn't even know I could get new scars...">

Wait, what do you mean new scars? And hmmm, clones don't really have blood (at least not like regular blood), but given what we currently know (or at least theorize) about Pep, perhaps he was the only one that could've helped Mirtillo.

(On a related note: Mirtillo being purple and considered to be Pep's baby. And a certain picture with a baby wearing purple. I'm not saying they're the same, just that maybe there's some subconscious connections here. Maybe the loss hits harder because he has lost his child before. It's twice now that he was taken away from his family.)

Also the dramatic irony of having an idea of what exactly happened to his family hurts! And every single one of Pep's links being one-sided thoughts! I'm over here making myself sadder theorizing that the last parts of each one are the exact thoughts he had while searching for them! That even though he was able to see the world outside the tower, he couldn't fully enjoy that freedom because in the back of his mind he's thinking that he failed them, that he was too weak and couldn't protect them–

He hopes that maybe, just maybe, he could find them. To be able to hug them again, hold them all in his arms and never let go. He would never ever lose them again.

Okay, I'm done for now.

On happier thoughts, Happy 1 year to this askblog! (It's March 1st where I am) Thank you for sharing this story with us! We appreciate all the love and care you bring with your designs and writing.

Always remember to take your time and have fun with it! Take care of yourself, Bean.

(Shy Theorist)

(AUGH, Shy Theorist Anon, must you sucker punch me right in the heart on this joyous occasion!!! (silly/lighthearted)

But you bring up various points! And I will provide context for others where applicable, like right now;

[Pep's updated reference on toyhou.se] and the [links where he shares his thoughts on his fambily members]

First point about [Porto] and [Bello] rescuing Pep I actually hope to touch on soon! Well, 'soon' as in 'within the next few story posts' - when they will actually be up is yet to be determined jfgksgd - but you're not too far off hehe

Second point about Pep getting a new scar - this is a little confusing since I don't draw scars in my cartoony style (for some reason that I do not remember) - unless it's like [Halloumi's] missing eye scar, which is just a big 'X' - but a lot of the characters do have visible scarring!

We just gotta hit them with the unsilly beam, like this;

And there they are! Although Pep's 'scars' are just markings to mimic Peppino's scars - except for one - while clones do not typically scar due to their healing/regeneration factor, it is possible

[Mirtillo] and [the baby in that 'certain' picture] both being purple babies might be intentional, or it might be bc I have a bias for purple, I'll never tell - but I do confirm they are not the same being, since Mirtillo has been depicted as a newborn clone (the 'gummy bear' stage) and clones made out of human cadavers do not have this stage

And yes!!! Pep doesn't know what happened to any of them, and he misses them all so much!!!

But they just might be closer than he thinks...

... Any way, thank you so much! Your kind words really mean a lot to me, and I always love hearing your thoughts and theories - even if I am a coy bastard about them sometimes, fkgfksdf

I know I keep saying that hopefully we get back to it, and I really mean it, but it in the meantime I just do what I can, and drop a few crumbs now and then hehe)

[headphonemouse]

Spoilers for Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint and The World After the Fall

He's like everyone's hyung. Jaehwan crawled as a sopping wet mess so everyone else could be slightly less damp on their own journey

I just finished The World After the Fall and i have. some thoughts. just a few.. I came from ORV first though so it's mostly in relation to ORV rather than discussion of TWATF on its own

At first I thought Jaehwan was really like Yoo Joonghyuk. I described him and his story like this

But over time and as I reached the last arc I realized that he has a lot in common with Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung as well. Kim Dokja and Jaehwan's mutual love for webnovels stems from SingShong's love for webnovels, and I liked that because you can see from reading their works that those authors really, really love webnovels and philosophy. Jaehwan has a lot of facets to him, and that was a really important plot point, but a common complaint I saw in reviews of TWATF was that more or less the only fleshed out character was Jaehwan. I kinda agree. Jaehwan has a lot of depth and there's a ton of introspection and philosophy in the second half of the novel, so he's a very intriguing character. But no one else made that big of an impact. Then in ORV, it seems like SS were able to split up some of those facets that make an intriguing protagonist and gave those traits to YHK. Jaehwan is like a one-man cast.

Related to his similarities with YHK. Between him and KDJ, they are both self sacrificial but while KDJ sacrifices himself for his companions, Jaehwan sacrifices himself. for himself.. And then between him and HSY, they would both doom the world for the sake of one person. But HSY dooms worldlines for KDJ's sake. and Jaehwan destroys and then rewrites the Tree of Imagery into existence for his own sake. Jaehwan and YJH both have lonely backs, but the difference between them is that none of Jaehwan's friends were ever able to catch up to him. He faced his [end] alone. I don't think he was ever able to escape the loneliness that has plagued him since the beginning. He made friends and they supported him and they tried their best to fight with him, to follow his example, to honor him in his absence, but in the end they were too weak to stand at his side, unable to even follow, and after they died his memory in the world faded away.

It makes me sad. I really did like the other characters, how they looked at Jaehwan and saw hope. He became 'the world' to so many people. He was loved. He was admired. He was respected. His friends gave their hearts to him but it wasn't enough to ever reach him. We didn't get all that much time to focus on other characters. Still, I thought they were interesting.

I liked Runald the best, his outburst at Yoo Surha over the happiness evaluation surprised me. As the person who understood Jaehwan the most, I wonder how he felt enduring all those years. He's presented as a simple minded boy but he's got quite a lot he doesn't talk about. Wonder who he learned that from.

I can't imagine a good outcome for Jaehwan if he somehow reenters the Tree of Imagery. What would he do? Everyone but Sirwen is dead. Would he fight the System again? The System that he destroyed and then brought back? Why do all that? If anything, he should talk to Sirwen and finally tell her that he killed her dad. Her looking for information on Mulack was pretty important but then it was never mentioned at the end.

Jaehwan was a really interesting character and I liked how often he was allowed to cry, without realizing it, as if the emotions spilled out before he could recognize them. His conversations with his [clothes] were interesting, how cocky some of them were, or proud, or quiet, or scared. They were all Jaehwan. They were all human.

I'm running out of things to say, but to wrap up. I didn't really enjoy the story. It's not the kind of story that I'm usually into. But I wanted to see where Jaehwan would go. Just to see him reach his [end], I read the whole thing. It was extremely depressing. I don't regret reading it because I learned more about the writers through it. Sometimes while cheering for Jaehwan I felt like I really related to KDJ. And the end. That was it? It was an ending that stayed true to the themes of the rest of the story. That's all I can say.

[pgas-world]

Decided to make my own LOZ Linkverse AU! Let's call it Chained Timelines for now

Bios Below!

Traveler (The Legend of Zelda NES, Battle of Mirage Castle, The Adventure of Link)

Grew up homeless after losing his parents at a young age

Now lives in Rauru Town, in a house paid for by the Princess

Sopping wet cat /pos

Generally quiet and reserved

Also very modest, to the point of having very little self-confidence

If you ask him, he'll say it's a miracle he made it out of his adventures alive

Wilderness survival expert of the group

His semi-advanced combat ability is due to suffering frequent monster attacks

Somehow really proficient in magic

The only Link with two Zeldas; he’s best friends and adventure partners with one, and the other one has a crush on him that he does not reciprocate

Legend (A Link to the Past, Link's Awakening)

Grew up near Hyrule Castle, raised by his Uncle

Returned home after Awakening to take a break from adventure

Puts on a tough face, but has a lot of depression and anxiety to deal with

Destroying an entire civilization will do that to you

Often tries to severely downplay how he's feeling (it doesn't work)

Is frankly very tired of being “the hero”

A reliable warrior all the same, and will go to any length to defend what he truly cares about

Not looking for love, too many bad memories of his last crush

Great work friends with his Zelda, but nothing more

Sometimes turns into a rabbit, and hates it so much

Arts mistook him for his Gramps at first

Time (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask)

Grew up in the Lost Woods as a Kokiri

Now lives as a wanderer, searching for Navi and protecting the weak

Trauma baby :(

One of the most experienced Links despite looking to be around 10 years old

Wiser and more mature than people 5 times his age

A bit of a no-nonsense warrior, his emotions hardened by trauma

Very blunt and brutally honest

The “leader” of the group

He does not like when people treat him like a kid

Looks fondly on his descendants, proud that his legacy could inspire future generations

Not super close with his Zelda, but their relationship has grown in recent years when Zelda started having prophetic dreams of the future timeline

Helps his Zelda as they struggle with their gender identity

Has a crush on Malon, but won't admit it

Oddly one of the better therapists out of the group, despite (or perhaps because of) his own trauma

Fairies are one of the only things that can cheer him up

Does he sleep, like ever???

Essence (Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Ages)

Grew up in the capital of a Hyrule well connected to other kingdoms

Returned home to finish his schooling

A bit of a world traveler, has souvenirs from five different kingdoms

Is something of a trickster underdog, pretty good at preparing plans on the fly

Has way too much self-confidence for his own good

“Oh, they'll be fine! After all, I'm going with them!”

Sometimes charges recklessly into combat and gets himself hurt

Often annoys his Zelda, but they do love each other romantically

Has a lot of rings that all have different magic spells

Can identify the exact type of any tree seed given to him

Can play nine different instruments

Has three animal mounts and none of them are horses

Four (Four Swords)

Grew up alone on the outskirts of Hyrule, raising himself

Still lives on Hyrule's outskirts, but sometimes ventures into Castle Town

Once a petty thief, he's the definition of a lone wolf

Well, he has learned to play nice with others after being forced to work with his alternate selves, but still isn't a great people person

Has a sarcastic streak, will tell people off to their faces

Eventually fell into favor with Princess Zelda, who pardoned his thievery in exchange for his help investigating the Temple of the Four Sword

But he's still not exactly friends with his Zelda

His four copies are now his headspace partners

Not exactly greedy, but isn't likely to take a price at face value

Wind (The Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass)

Grew up on Outset Island, leading a quiet life with his Grandma and sister Aryll

Now lives on what will later be New Hyrule, building the kingdom with Tetra

Overconfident, much?

Adventurous, thrill-seeking, energetic, and always down for a scrap

The pirates were not a good influence on him 

But in spite of everything, he retains a positive attitude

Very, very expressive; you'll always know exactly how he's feeling

An outdoor kid to the point that being in sterile conditions makes him physically uncomfortable

Loves his sister very much; she was the first person he brought to New Hyrule with him

Despite his wanderlust, he's actually rather terrible at navigation

Not very fashion-conscious

Knows the absolute least about technology out of any of the Links

Romantically involved with Tetra, but you wouldn't even know it from how they interact, neither of them are into the mushy stuff

Despite the initial shock, classifies “barrel launching” as his favorite pirate thrill

Light (Four Swords Adventures)

Grew up in Castle Town, raised to be a Royal Knight of Hyrule by his father

Still lives in that same Castle Town

Compared to Four, he has a lot of experience working in large crowds

In fact, he suffers from crippling separation anxiety, and spent his entire journey freaking out about how Zelda “left him”

(Has been friends with his Zelda since childhood)

Aside from that, he's generally pretty calm and reasonable

Not exactly a pessimist, but is fully aware of how things can go wrong

“Okay, I think I have a plan.”

Creates his own techniques that compensate for his lack of physical strength

(Most of these techniques require at least one other person present)

Doesn't like to hoard items, usually only keeping a few on hand

Once nearly killed his own father

Mini (The Minish Cap)

Grew up near Castle Town, raised by his grandpa Smith

Still lives in his family home

Baby! Blorbo! Scrimbly Bimbly! :D

The cutest, most wholesome kid you'll ever meet

Goofy, cracks jokes, and always keeps a positive attitude 

The youngest of the group, and he gets treated as such; not that he cares

Despite his young age, he knows a fair bit about weapons due to growing up under the care of a blacksmith

Never thought he'd have to actually use his grandfather's weapons, though…

Most of his formal training comes from the Blademaster Brothers

The most wholesome platonic friendship with Zelda ever!!!

Is the only Link who can speak with the Minish, and frequently talks to them

Loves nature, and will bring absolute hell upon those who destroy it

For some reason, he rolls everywhere 

His preferred unit of measurement is “mes tall”

Twilight (Twilight Princess)

Grew up in the isolated Ordon Village, raised as part of its community

Left Hyrule in search of adventure, but comes back to visit Ordon Village often

Your stereotypical farmer boy, tough as a Dodongo and not afraid to get his hands dirty

Quite mature, and emotionally distant at times, but with a heart of gold

“Fear is for the weak.” Meanwhile Lanayru's history lesson be like

Second only to Traveler in terms of wilderness survival, and unparalleled in hunting

Often speaks to animals, and loves caring for them

However, he respects the nature of the food chain, and will hunt wild animals to feed himself and the people he cares about

(Will never kill a domesticated animal)

Has the greatest physical strength of the entire group

“I'm down to wrestle! Should I hold back my strength this time?”

Barely knows his Zelda, they are not very friendly

Big brother instincts ahoy!

Has a special charm to change into a wolf, describes this form as his “spirit animal”

Not a mushy guy, even with people he genuinely loves

Acts as a mentor to Wild

Spirit (Spirit Tracks)

Grew up in Aboda Village, raised by the elderly pirate Niko

Moved into Castle Town to work as a Royal Engineer

Energetic, loud-mouthed, and a total nerd

Tends to go on lengthy tangents when the conversation interests him

In his spare time, he will spend hours reading technical manuals

If there's a problem relating to technology, call this guy

Loves trains in particular, and has spent a lot of time learning how they work

The youngest royal engineer New Hyrule has ever seen

An expert navigator, give him a map and he's like a damn GPS

Has next to no weapon skills, his only proficiency is in the Boomerang

Most of what he knows about sword fighting, he learned on the fly

Absolutely enamored with Zelda, but is too flustered to do more than a simple hug

Doesn't understand much about magic

Sky (Skyward Sword)

Grew up in Skyloft, living in the Knights Academy from a young age

Left home to establish the Kingdom of Hyrule on the Surface with Zelda

Kind and understanding, he's the go-to guy if you need a favor done

The resident team therapist for the Links

Is actually rather brilliant, but is the laziest of all the Links

He sleeps in constantly, it even irritates fellow heavy sleepers

Has a bit of a sarcastic streak, but generally only around close friends

Will help whoever he meets that doesn't try to kill him, he simply enjoys helping people

But if you make him mad, oh boy, pick a god and pray, they won't save you

When he gets going, he gets going, and it's almost impossible to pry him from his mission

Absolutely adores his Zelda in a romantic way, and will do anything for her

Feels some amount of guilt for shackling his descendents with the hero curse

Enjoys woodcarving

Arts (A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes)

Grew up in a home near Hyrule Castle, working for and living under the Blacksmith

Now lives in Hytopia as an assistant to Madame Couture

A dork of the highest caliber

Flamboyant and confident, never afraid to strut his stuff

Magnetic personality, tends to befriend everyone he meets

Beneath his pseudo-narcissism lies a genuine heart of gold

Weapons are fine and all, but his true passion is fashion!

Owns around 50 outfits, many of which he helped make

Doesn't give two hecks about his gender presentation

“No, no, no! You call this a color palette?!”

Friendly with his Zelda, she goes to Hytopia often just to visit him 

Surprisingly strong, can carry the weight of two other people his weight

Still has the other Triforce Heroes on his contact list

Wild (Breath of the Wild, Age of Calamity, Tears of the Kingdom)

Grew up in Hateno Village, became a knight at the request of his late father

Now lives in a custom ordered home outside Tarrey Town

Absolute gremlin :3

Prior to the Calamity, Link was a stoic knight who vowed to never show his true feelings for the safety of his loved ones

Now, having forgotten those vows, he's unabashedly himself

Loudmouthed, chaotic, destructive, and hedonistic, he lives life for his own pleasure

Will cook up the most scatterbrained schemes ever, and will often get himself hurt trying to show off

When Wild shows up, expect disaster

He does still have a kind heart and will help people, just in his own way

Curious almost to a fault; can get distracted easily 

A great swordsman and archer, but can't seem to keep a weapon intact for more than a week; not that he cares what weapon he ends up using

Is a stellar cook, but often doesn't bother being fancy, because he will eat anything

(He once ate an actual rock steak; and liked it)

With Ultrahand, he became a technician to rival Spirit, although his creations are often less practical than Spirit's

Romantically involved with his Zelda (sorry Sidon)

Enjoys screwing with the Koroks for reasons I'm not sure even he understands

Has a personal motorcycle, the Master Cycle Zero

Unafraid to wear women's clothes, or even nothing but his undies

Warrior (Hyrule Warriors)

Grew up in Castle Town, living and training among the knights

Still lives in Castle Town, dutifully guarding the Royal Family

A pretty serious guy, outwardly fairly stoic

He does have his habits, though; especially his flair for the dramatic

Pulls off elaborate sword techniques and then refuses to acknowledge them

Is proficient in at least 5 different weapon types

The best combatant of the group, bar none 

Has a bit of a narcissistic streak, though he's working on fixing that

In the past, he'd rush in guns blazing into a battle and ride off his talent and luck, but he's come to understand the importance of a good plan

Not that he could come up with a plan to save his life

Knew a few other Links personally even before (insert timeline fusing event here)

Selectively mute, often has Proxi act as his voice

Friendly with his Zelda, they're a class A platonic power couple

Has absolutely zero interest in romance, and is completely clueless about the requisite concepts like marriage or sexual attraction

Is utterly terrified of Great Fairies, too many bad memories

His scarf was a gift from Impa, no touchy!

Rhythm (Cadence of Hyrule)

Lives alone in the forest, far from any major settlements

Still lives in that same home

Cynical and bitter, rarely cracking a smile

His friendships outside of the other Links are few and far in between

Was cursed from birth; whenever he hears any kind of rhythm, he'll only be able to move to its beat, impeding his life

He hates music because of this curse, and will go out of his way to avoid it

But the curse spreading to all of Hyrule for a few hours softened his temper just a bit, and made it easier for him to accept his cursed movement

Essentially, he learned to somewhat embrace his curse rather than avoid it

Weapons combat is his autistic special interest, and he has something for any occasion

“You think I haven't planned for this?”

Enjoys the company of his Zelda, she's the only thing that can lighten his mood

Fully expects to one day have to fight the other Links

Oddball (The Faces of Evil, The Wand of Gamelon)

Grew up in Hyrule Castle during an era of peace

Still lives in the town as a knight of Hyrule's Royal Family

An absolute dork who loves adventure

Happy-go-lucky and energetic, never sitting still for too long

Gets bored very easily, and if there's no adventure, he'll often make one

Most likely to crack a joke at a gravesite

Has a massive appetite, once ate an entire Octorok

Arrogance is his downfall; he thinks himself invincible, and it's gotten him in serious trouble more than once

Not very intelligent, often bombing simple puzzles

But when it matters most, he can cut the jokes and fight until the bitter end

A bit of a hopeless romantic with his Zelda

Valiant (TV Series, Valiant Comics)

Grew up in Calatia, before leaving home in search of adventure

Now lives in Hyrule's North Palace as the defender of the Triforce

Sarcastic and brutally honest, can often come off as rude even when he doesn't mean to

Over the years, he's become more mature than his reputation would belie

He didn't care much for being a royal defender at first, finding it boring compared to his old life of roaming the world and hunting monsters

But it was made worthwhile by his relationship with the Princess Zelda

Despite often coming off as a hopeless romantic, he and Zelda do genuinely love each other, and would likely die for each other

He can be lazy at times, sometimes ditching missions when he doesn't feel like it

He can be arrogant, and not take threats seriously at times

But through and through, he is an incorruptible soul and would do anything to protect Hyrule and Catalia

Scholar (Zelda's Adventure)

Grew up near the Hyrule/Tolemac border, raised by an elderly author

Now lives deeper in Hyrule for his combat training

Shy and reserved, rarely heard in a crowd

“Sorry, you probably don't want to hear my opinion…”

Underneath his anxious tendencies is a kind soul who just wants to help people

The only Link to never have any real combat experience; is being trained by Zelda

Is a massive bookworm

Has the most general knowledge of any of the Links

Has some magic experience, but is hardly proficient at it

Massive inferiority complex around the other Links

Looks up to his Zelda as his hero

Mystery (The Crystal Trap, The Shadow Prince)

Grew up in a simple home in Hyrule, training to become a knight

Now lives in central Hyrule as a royal knight

Brave, playful, and extremely outgoing

He can make friends with nearly anyone, and often does

Not very bright, and is very inclined to follow his gut

Which often means he'll do things nobody wanted him to do

Is a bit of a prankster, and gets a kick out of annoying people, especially Zelda

Naturally curious, but would rather learn through experience than through reading

The most skilled archer of the Links

Friends with his Zelda, they go on adventures together sometimes

Is somehow the only one who can decode number-letter code

Knows a bit of sign language, but not enough to carry a conversation

Won't accept a ring as a present from anybody, doesn't elaborate why

[machiroads]

Machi's 2023 Year In Review

'23 was a bit of a wild one. A toast to the last twelve months (both in fandom and IRL) under the cut.

Fic

Here's what went out the door in '23:

Naruhata Noir

I started posting NN in December '22, about a month after finishing 9L. At one point last year I joked about finishing the entire thing in the week between Christmas and New years. Evidently, this did not happen for a variety of reasons:

A) A series of events occurring in my personal life that do not merit further detail that I will herein refer to as "the conga line of nonsense". That kicked off during last year's holiday season and bled into like...May. Which leads directly into:

B) Tears of the Kingdom came out. And;

C) A general loss of motivation in the project.

During the aforementioned Conga Line of Nonsense, I had a goal of finishing before TotK came out, but I only managed to cobble together another 4 chapters between January and May. After somehow managing weekly to biweekly chapters for 9L, NN was much more sporadic, and at one point I had people asking me if I was still alive. Which. sucked, since I generally strive to be a somewhat reliable person.

Once the TotK hyperfixation hit, I managed maaaaaaybe another 2 chapters before I finally got bored of grinding monsters to upgrade outfits. I did manage to meet the third self-imposed deadline of finishing before going to Japan for 2 weeks, so at least that's one W.

In addition to the distractions of Life, NN was more challenging to write for a few main reasons:

Aizawa is not the narrator. Look, I'm mature enough to acknowledge that he is Blorbo From My Shows, and everything I write wants to revolve around him. Taking a step back from that and trying to get into another character's head after spending 8 solid months on 9L was an adjustment. It took me a bit of time to find Shinsou's voice.

Most of the relationship dynamics in this fic are non-canonical, and pulled directly out of my ass. Shinsou's relationships with the Hottas are central to the back half of the fic, and his relationship with Mirko also becomes prominent at times. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS HAVE EVER INTERACTED IN REAL LIFE I'M JUST SMASHING DOLLS TOGETHER LIKE I DID AS A 7 YEAR OLD.

Trying to parallel something I already wrote several months ago is hard. I wanted NN to make sense on its own, but also follow the relevant bits from 9L. This was next to impossible to accomplish without sounding clunky. Almost from the very beginning of the fic, the outsider's perspective of Aizawa's first steps, I felt the urge to change the dialogue because the story that I wanted to tell from Shinsou's perspective was different from the one I wanted to tell from Aizawa's perspective. I locked myself into that rigidity for a while, until I finally decided just to say fuck it at the end and modify the 9L dialogue slightly because the story had taken on a life of its own.

Erasermic took a major backseat in this one, but I still needed to scratch the itch, and I think that's why I ended up writing 2 emic one shots in between chapters.

I don't think a direct parallel spin-off is something I would try writing again, and the fic was probably a lot longer than it needed to be, but at the end of the day, I'm satisfied with the way it turned out, and I'm happy I was actually able to finish it this year.

Here's a collage of my inspo for Aizawa's apartment cobbled together from google maps and japanese real estate websites.

Being No One, Going Nowhere

The first of the 3 one shots that I put out this year, and a proof of concept that I can slap together 3k in a day and a half fever dream and call it a fic.

This one in particular was instigated by one of @o0fyuu0o's tweets that refused to leave me alone. And maybe also the two broken arms story from reddit, but you know, like, less incesty.

Mic was extremely pathetic in this one, which is immensely fun to write. Just a pathetic little meow meow. Sopping wet cat of a man.

College AU was fun to write, emboldened in part by @kyurilin's fic Stray. After being married to canon-verse for both 9L and NN, this was an exercise in just making shit up, and also living vicariously through the memories of the house I lived in for the better part of 2 years as an undergrad. I graduated 7 years ago and it is still crystallized in my memory.

A Tumultuous Sea, You and Me

I've been nursing a healthy crush on Pirate!Aizawa (or Paizawa, as the kids on JP Twit call him) since the Volume 35 character page came out in June '22. Paizawa even killed a 2 year long art block, that's how powerful he is. (Look!)

I do not remember what exactly spurned this one on, but it also got written in the span of about 2 days. I think I reread The Art of Drowning at some point this year, but I do not remember if it was during the writing frenzy, or sometime before it.

Aizawa gets to hold the meow meow card again in this one. His 2 sentence rivalry with Vlad is one of the best things I've ever written.

Of the 2 days I spent writing this, I probably spent 75% of that researching pirate ships. I used almost none of it, and have forgotten almost all of it by this point.

I feel like everyone that dips their toes into the realm of merpeople has a different interpretation on it, but I wanted to spend approximately 0 minutes on worldbuilding, so it's just kind of a chill coexistence between the pirates and the mermaids in this one lol. People were intrigued by said "worldbuilding" however and wanted more, but I think I've scratched the mer-pirate itch for now haha.

1966 Ford Nutstang GT350 Shelby

@kyurilin made a tumblr post that misspelled "mustang" as "nustang" and I skim-read it and saw "nutstang" and was like "you know what would be a terribad nickname for the car? Nutstang." At which point I immediately informed her, which led down the rabbit hole of a very loose RP (as it often does) and I decided YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD JUST TURN THIS INTO A CRACK FIC.

At which point I had to sort of construct a loose plot around the entire bonkers concept. Nemuri held a key role in the pseudo-RP, but I ended up wanting to keep the fic tight and her role was mostly cut. But rest assured she is there in spirit, though, judging.

The plush nutsack is just a bastardization of a kangaroo ballsack coinpurse I saw in a Crap Souvenirs From Around The World calendar I had many years back that has imprinted on my memory. At no point did I seek out visual reference for it, and neither should you. It is up to the reader's imagination.

On the topic of bastardizations, the reappearing nutsack plotline is borrowed from the drawfee gnome saga.

Mic yelling GOOD MORNING and Aizawa banging his head on the underside of his desk is S tier slapstick.

PEOPLE MADE ART????

Some wonderful listeners readers are still making art for 9L, and we have been blessed with two beautiful new pieces this year:

Mic and Eri's selfie, from @kaleidoscopedrawsjpg

The Only One Bed scene, from @guiltyfixations

@obsessed-dragon also drew the photo of Shinsou holding Miso from Naruhata Noir, and Black Spider Eyes drew Aizawa dangling out the window from Tumultuous Sea.

Every time a piece of art drops on my dash, or I see my fic being recommended to other people, my brain does a lil short circuit and I have to go get up and walk around for a bit. I'm not sure words can express how much it means to me that people have enjoyed my writing enough to recommend it to other people, or sit down and create something of their own based off of it. It's humbling, and I'm truly grateful for every kind word or "sketch I should have maybe spent a little longer on" hahaha

Stats!

Look, I'm an engineer. I can't resist the thrall of Microsoft Excel. So here's A Chart.

I value Bookmarks the highest of all the stats that AO3 spits out. Views are pointless (skewed higher in the context of multi-chap fics). Kudos are an indicator of how many people read and liked enough to leave a kudos, but bookmarks are my indicator of how many people liked it enough to keep it around to read again, or recommend to others.

The bookmark-to-kudos ratio is (in my unscientific opinion) a measure of how many people loved the work vs how many people just liked it.

From the chart above, we can propose the following conclusions:

9L is still, far and away, the most popular, and most well-loved thing I've ever written. I'm fine with that.

The Nutstang fic was a certified cult classic, with a bookmark-to-kudos ratio of almost 0.3, second to only 9L.

NN is at a respectable ratio of 0.24 (middle of the pack), but in terms of number of kudos, is not that far ahead the mer-pirate fic. NN was not tagged as erasermic, so I do think this checks out in terms of sheer exposure.

Still Cooking:

FFXII AU

I started this one in March during the conga line of personal life nonsense. I somehow lured in Robbirdthe8th and @o0fyuu0o and @obsessed-dragon and got a solid month of drafting done before I was like "maybe I should work on NN again" and then it sat dormant until like. October.

It's up to almost 30k across 3 partially written chapters already, and I outlined 9 chapters. It is almost certainly overambitious, and I will almost certainly run into the same motivation issue I had with NN because it's a rooftop 4 fic and not just erasermic, and it has a demographic of approximately four people as an AU of a game that came out in uh........2006.

I thought I'd get at least some of it out in '23 but I'm taking it easy and just writing when inspiration strikes at the moment.

Fortuneteller AU

I started this one maybe a week-ish ago, in my quest for a pitch for the erasermic zine (surprise! they haven't made official announcements yet, but I'll be in it. this is an easter egg for those of you who made it this far). It's going to end up far too long for the 3k word limit for that, so I'm just co-opting it for another one-shot. Taisho era urban fantasy dabbling in some Violet Evergarden/FMA-esque post-war themes. Mic with pince nez. Aizawa in hakama. Gratuitous amateur tarot. It has gripped me by the throat.

More from the Nine Lives Extended Universe (canon-willing)

I've got 3 more spin-offs to 9L simmering, just waiting for canon to figure out its business. These are:

When The Battle's Lost and Won

A final battle post-mortem in 4 parts (if 3baka all make it out alive that is). Every few chapters of canon that come out, something gets added or tossed. Extremely fluid at this point, but there are some good quality blurbs and bullet points in there.

Kintsugi

The erasermic epilogue to 9L, from Mic's perspective. An exploration of their relationship beyond the final battle, with an overarching theme that I've borrowed from a Dorktown documentary on former Toronto Blue Jays pitcher Dave Stieb: Not at all, and then all at once.

This one's just pure body worship, punctuated by an extremely casual marriage proposal. A lot of people still comment on 9L like "THIS CAN'T BE IT, WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?", so I hope this will satisfy those looking for some closure from a relatively open ending.

The Way of the Househero

With the impending graduation of the hell class, and a body that doesn't quite move the way it used to, Aizawa has a bit of an existential crisis and semi-retires so he can be a full-time parent to Eri while figuring out what's next for him. Mostly slice of life. No real plot to this one yet, mostly just vignettes. Aizawa finally gets cats of his own, makes mom friends, and becomes more of a knife slut (only its in the kitchen now instead of on the streets).

IRL

Painting

Every room in my home is painted some sort of bland pastel, and this year we managed to purge pastels from four rooms: my home office, our living room / dining room, and our bedroom. I am enormously pleased with how each of these have turned out.

Gardening

We moved to this house in January '22, and last year was mostly seeing what came up in the garden. This year we cleared out a lot of the decorative shrubs in our backyard (turns out you can hock shrubs on facebook marketplace), and planted a veggie garden. The extent of my gardening experience prior to this year was mowing the lawn as a teenager, so this year was a continuous learning experience, and likely will be for many more years to come.

We had some big wins (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, cherries, squash, dear god the squash), and some losses (apples that were infested with tent caterpillars, arugula that bolted, and lettuce that got eaten by bunnies to name a few).

In addition to veggies, we also did a lot of general cleanup around the rest of the yard, including clearing out some invasive species and thinning out some partially dead shrubs. We mostly let the yard do its own thing last year, and the previous owner of our home died about 6 months before we moved in, so it was probably neglected for a while. I cut out a blackberry cane that was as long as our driveway. I bought a wood chipper and a compost aerator and am learning the art and science of turning yard trash into yard treasure. (I have not peed on my compost pile yet, as recommended by /r/composting. Maybe some day.)

I also adopted a clipping from my sister-in-law's monstera, which has done quite well (except for the parts my cat has taken a mild interest in nibbling on from time to time)

Travel

Probably too much travel this year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3 Weddings (4 if you count the one in December '22 that's included in the Conga Line of Nonsense). Got covid at 2 of them. Invited to a fifth next year. Wishing everyone of marriageable age I know IRL a very elope

Trips for work to Winnipeg and Calgary (to which I have never been before, but are both underwhelming). Also got to fly on a floatplane for the first time, which is noisy, but the views are unbeatable

I turned 30 this year, and after the Conga Line of Nonsense, I said fuck it, we're going back to Japan for my birthday. 2 weeks, 8 cities. L: Shimanami Kaido cycle (still somehow 30 degrees in September x full sun x forgot sunscreen x 80km = pain) (my husband has proofread this and insists that this is not an L but agree to disagree) W: Hokkaido (beautiful scenery, incredible food, not 30 degrees in September lmao)

Anyways

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and thanks for your love in '23. I hope to provide you with more of the same nonsense in '24. Let me know if you want a spinoff cats + gardening + DIY blog, since that's just my life now. Happy new year 🍾

[blazeismyname]

Pieces from the first part of my Flower Hsubands fanfic that I'm too afraid to release. I might release it if this post gets enough likes though- (I'm mostly joking but maybe):

"He laughed. "Isn't it obvious? We're dead."

I looked over the grass and rolling hills, speckled with lime green and cyan.

"Is there anyone else here?" I added. If this were heaven, then surely one of the others would be here.

"No, this is a land for you and me. And I've been waiting here... alone," he said. He solemnly placed his head on my shoulder. "I've missed you."" -conversation between Jimmy and Scott directly after Scott lost his final life in 3rd life

"“Scott, you’ve known about this longer than me. How do you feel?” I asked.

“Strange. I’m a whole new me. This is the consequence of getting reborn. But strangely enough, I feel like I’ve always known this was going to be the consequence. I feel like... I always knew I wasn’t going to be fully me anymore,” Scott explained. 

"Do-” I hesitated. “Do you think this’ll end badly?”

Scott had a look of concern and questioning. “Why would it?”

“We’re different people… What if we hurt each other?” I worried. 

Scott shook his head. “No- We still have our cores. And at our cores, neither of us is one to hurt people on purpose. Plus, I will always love you.”

“I will always love you too…”" -First person from Jimmy, Scott and Jimmy talking about being reborn

"“So, boys, have you started thinking about who you’re bringing to the Rivendell Ball this weekend?” King Aiden asked.

Scott kicked, thinking. “Can I bring another boy?”

Xornoth sighed. “We know you’re gay.”

King Jack chuckled. “Do you think we discriminate?” He gestured to his husband.

Everyone went silent. I thought about the Rivendell Ball. It was the ball where young princes, princesses, and those in between take their current loves and celebrate another year without the fall of empires. It was super prestigious and only happened once a year. Many of us were old enough to go this year, and I was nervous. I didn’t even have a da-

“I’m asking Jimmy,” Scott declared." -Scott deciding to take Jimmy to the Rivendell Ball

"That sounded delicious. “Mm! At least it isn’t another seaweed pancake. They’re good, but I want something different.”

“Now I need to try these mystical seaweed pancakes,” Scott laughed." -Scott and Jimmy talking about Lizzie and Jimmy's breakfast habits

"My face turned sombre as I embraced him. “Would it help if I shared an embarrassing secret?”

“Jimmy-” He wiped his tears. “Is it serious?”

“Not too serious. Just kinda… Funny? I mean, considering our past life and everything, it’s definitely abnormal for a reborn,” I replied.

“Funny?” he puzzled.

I took a breath and took off my shirt like it was some grand reveal. “I have boobs.”

Scott blinked hard for a second, as if in disbelief. “You’re trans?”

“Yep! This fish ain’t cis!” I giggled.

He burst into laughter and hugged me. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was embarrassed-” I stammered. “Especially with the fact I was cis in my last life.”

“Hey! It’s ok, nothing to be embarrassed of,” Scott smiled. “Now you’re the B and the T!”" -Jimmy trying to cheer Scott up by telling him that, funnily enough, he isn't cis in this life

"“Hey, boys! We’re just waiting for Joel!” Lizzie greeted. “And there he is.” Joel swam up through the water entrance in the middle of the floor. His hair was soggy and I let out a little laugh at that. Lizzie helped him out of the water. “You forgot about the roof entrance, didn’t you?”

“I forgot about the roof entrance!” Joel face palmed. Then he pointed at me and Scott." -Joel being a sopping wet cat

"Scott helped me up and wiped the mud off my face with a handkerchief he dipped in the water. “Maybe this is why fish don’t have wings.”

“Hey! I’m a fully capable fish!” I argued. " -Fish really shouldn't fly

"Xornoth has come in late with Joey and almost didn’t get in because Joey insisted on being shirtless. It was all resolved because Xornoth had brought an extra shirt, knowing this would happen." -I had been hyping this up forever just for a small mention

"I looked around us again. Xornoth and Joey were doing Cod knows what. I don’t think either of them knew how to dance. Then they fell to the floor. Scott took a hand off of me and put it over his mouth to cover his laugh.

“You’re related to him?” I teased, pointing at Xornoth.

Scott shook his head jokingly. “Nope, where’d you get that idea?”" -Xornoth and Joey proving that if Xornoth wasn't evil, this would've been a match made in heaven

"He ran as I tried to grapple with what just happened. We were just friends, so why did he kiss me?

Then, looking up, I saw a broken face across the room. Scott, his face was distraught and filled with agony.

I stumbled over my words. “I-”

“Jimmy.. Did you ever love me? Or was I just… An obligation?” Scott asked, marching closer.

“I love you- I- He-” I tried to form a sentence but my head wasn’t clear.

A tear rolled down Scott’s pale cheek. “Enough!” He put his hands out in frustration. And then he gasped. And so did everyone else.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down. Right through me was a blood-stained ice spike. Ice could so easily be broken, and yet it had been running straight through me. Straight through me. The air around me had gone cold. The kind of bitter cold you can smell, that hurts your nose. The tears I cried from the pain and sadness turned to salty ice. And my skin turned pale and my breath clouded as my life gave way to the ice.

“Scott… He kissed me…. I don’t even like him… I love you,” I managed to let escape on my dying icy breath." -This whole scene directly after Sausage kisses Jimmy (IT HAPPENED IN CANON SO I HAD TO)

[the-illiterate-pirate]

@return-of-a-space-cowboy I COME BARING FOOD. MAYBE NOT THE BLACKMORE CONTENT WE WANTED, BUT THE BLACKMORE CONTENT WE NEEDED.... Apologies if he's out of character

Oh, Be Tender

Notes: Wounds and blood, NSFW, blow jobs hehe. I think Blackmore calls you ma'am once but after that I tried to be gender neutral for all the Blackmore simps

He would be home on the next storm that passed through, that's what Blackmore had told you days ago. You knew you could trust him, but with his line of work, it was easy to worry, and for your mind to wander

The storm raged on. And yet, you waited for him, heart aching for the man you called yours. The awning above you shielded you from the rain. Lightning illuminated the water falling from the sky occasionally. You counted the seconds between each strike. At this point you could worry the lightning would get him before any assassin.

Lightning struck again, and this time you saw his figure, heart beating right into your chest. But something was wrong; he wasn't in the sky. Instead, Blackmore was walking on the ground.

You had the mind to grab your umbrella before you ran out to him, boots kicking up puddles in the mud around you. Blackmore could barely be heard over the rain saying your name, before he collapsed into your arms. His sopping wet figure clung to you and your clothes, a cold nose pressing deep into the crook of your neck, sighing your name again, deeply and full of clouded emotion.

"Y/n."

"What's happened?"

Blackmore whined in pain, saying nothing but leaning slightly to the side, opening his left arm to show you his stomach. Despite the dark coating and the night sky, you could still see the odd hole in his poncho and shirt, and the dark liquid staining his wrist.

"You got shot?" You deduced.

"I stopped most of the bleeding using rain droplets, but the bullet is still in me... 'm so~rry..." You sushed him quickly with a soft kiss, guiding him home without trying to drop your umbrella.

After dropping him down on your bed, you quickly strip Blackmore of his poncho and peel away his bloody shirt. He has two bullet wounds, not just one. Definitely not good, but it could be worse. Blackmore's nerves are steeled throughout the process of you grabbing towels, tweezers, and water. At the time you didn't have the right equipment you wished you had. A stupid mistake. Blackmore normally came home with wounds in need of patching up, but it's never been bullet holes until tonight. You should've prepared for more, but alas, there isn't time to beat yourself up. You needed to help him.

You sterilized your pair of tweezers before bringing them to light, "I'm going to try and get the bullets out. I need you to stay absolutely still, so I don't do anymore damage, okay?" Blackmore nodded, 

"Yes ma'am." His hand grabbed on to the bedframe for dear life, knuckles turning pale, but his body was stiff and still. He'd try his best to be still for you.

You got to work quickly, not wanting to doddle. Your hand was steady, shockingly. You weren't sure where you found the strength, but you were able to get the pieces of metal out of his abdomen. They came out in one clean try each, getting added to the small tray you left out for them, collecting in a small puddle of Blackmore's blood. After that was done, you wiped away the wet and dried blood surrounding the wounds, finding his pale skin underneath. The bleeding had slowed, but didn't show any signs of stopping. All you had to stop it was padding and gauze. It would have to do. For now.

"Honestly Blackmore. Leaving me alone for so long and only coming back to make me patch you up. It's almost unforgivable." You hid your paranoia with gentle jests as you wound the gauze around his midsection. "You're lucky you're good looking, I just can't say no to a face like yours." You added on, hoping it was clear enough for him to know you were only joking. You didn't want him to feel guilty. It's not like he could control it. You did wish the president didn't work him so hard.

Blackmore grunted lightly with the final knot in his bandages. You sat back to appreciate your handy work, "It isn't much, but it'll do. After this storm lets up, I'll go and see if I can't find a real doctor who can patch you up the way you need it." A sweet kiss was added to his precious face. You cupped his cheek with your hand, staring into those deep blue eyes. They were hazy, as any would after losing so much blood. But they were open, if not a little droopy, as he stared back at you with devout adoration, caressing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"You did your best. Thank you." You kissed again, silencing him before he said more. "'m sorry for making you worry."

"Don't be, dear. I'm just happy that you're here again."

Your kisses slowly got more sensual and deeper, as his mouth opened to yours, playing with your tongue with his. You found yourself on top of your husband, letting loose his wet hair and burying your fingers in his locks. You didn't add any weight on him, that only made Blackmore more needy for you. He craved your weight on his chest, it made him feel secure and safe in your arms.

It has been days since you've felt him so close, had him in your arms. Your core burned for more of him, heart racing in your chest with every whine and gentle moan of appreciation coming from Blackmore's mouth. Despite your burning lungs begging for air you never wanted to leave his candy lips.

For Blackmore's sake, you finally pulled away from your trap. Gasping for breath against each other's mouths, afraid of splitting too far apart. He stared into your gorgeous eyes more, until the line of saliva connecting your lips snapped and pulled him out of his lustful stupor. In a fit of embarrassment he looked away, ashamed, wiping the shared drool away in his palm. "I'm sorry... I got a little carried away."

You pulled his head back, pressing your forehead against his temple. "Don't be, love... It's clear we both enjoyed it." The hand against his chest began to move. From beneath his bandages you could see his ribs. No matter what you did, this man would not gain any weight. You worked hard, but this man's metabolism worked harder. He was stick thin, but he was beautiful to you. Your hands brushed against his skin, not adding any pressure as they glided against his chest and gauze, down to the skin tempting you above his jeans. You forced down the saliva collecting in your mouth.

"Let's get you out of these pants. You're soaked down to the bone, it isn't good for you." Blackmore didn't oppose you. He waited patiently with wide eyes, for you to fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans. Even before they were pulled down you could see his member trying to break free from his briefs. You shot him a sly look. "Looks like you're a lot happier to see me than I thought."

"You have no idea." Your husband nervously giggled, biting his first two knuckles.

Your lips followed your fingers, trailing delicate kisses over his gauze and his hot bulge still locked away in his underwear. "There has to be some way I can repay you for all your hard work..."

Now his pupils threatened to take over his irises. The perfect picture of your mouth on his cock was driving his heart wild. "Y-Ya really don't need to do that, sugar. Besides I... I won't be able to do anything for you."

"Don't worry about that, honey. Just relax, and let me take care of you. You deserve it." The sentence was punctuated with you pulling down the rest of his briefs.

Your lips teased the line of skin running down to his length, kissing him and adding tiny kitten licks until you found his weeping cock head. "So sensitive... We haven't done anything and you've already ruined your britches." You didn't say anymore and instead decided to indulge in his salty length. Immediately Blackmore was a groaning mess. All he could do was collapse backwards and melt into your mouth. It didn't take much at all to get him trembling underneath you.

You tasted his cum leaking into the back of your throat already. He pulsated on your tongue and it only made you more desperate to swallow him whole.

"Y-You're s-so pretty." He wheezed while his hand weakly reached for your hair. "S-So pretty. I'm so lucky to have you, Y/n."

There were practically hearts in his eyes as he stared down at you taking him completely in your mouth.

After being frozen for a moment, you decided on swapping out your mouth for your hand, slowly pumping his length so you could tell him, "...I feel just the same, Blackmore. I love you, 'nd I'll always be here to take care of you when you need me most." You teasingly added a light peck on his cock head. With no more than a strangled moan as a warning, Blackmore came on your mouth, his spend leaking down the side of his length and sticking to your lips. You watched in shock as he came down from the high of his orgasm, letting loose high pitched whines for you from his trembling lips.

You looked up to see his hands hiding his eyes, dark red blush covering his face. "Guess I was more excited to see you than I thought... 'm sorry." He nervously laughed, hiding his face more.

After licking away the cum sticking to your face you moved to sit next to him in bed. Blackmore immediately moved to be cuddled up in your arms, careful for his wounds but quickly wrapping you up in his slim arms. You both shared a languid kiss, Blackmore tasting his spend on your lips, rewarding you with another soft moan.

"You're so good t'me." He sighed. He moved again to cuddle into your chest, staring up at you with eyes that suggested you were a higher being compared to him. "Too good... I still wanna please you, too. Maybe I can't use my body, or my mouth right now. But I can still use my hand if you'd like!"

You shot a look down at the hand resting on your thigh. Earlier you were too busy trying to get Blackmore out of the rain and patched up. There wasn't any time for him to wash up, you just needed to make sure he was safe, as well as satisfied. Who knows when was the last time he washed his hands, or what kind of junk he's been putting them in.

"No, thanks. I'll be fine, I'm sure you'll remember to pay me back after your wounds have healed."

"Are y'sure?"

"Yes sir. Now, why don't we get you in a nice, hot bath? Then we can both fall asleep listening to the rain together."

"That does sound good." He smiled slightly, "But can we eat something before we go to bed maybe? I'm starving."

"Of course, love. I should be able to whip something up while you wash off." You added one last kiss on his nose, and set out to start a bath.

[felikatze]

I'm obsessed with your shrek au. Can I ask for some more chrobin details from it-

(grima and rkc if its possible as well-)

i HAVE in fact answered stuff abt grima and rkc in a previous ask about this AU. (the fic referred to in that one is "if the prince is a dragon and the prince is a dragon and the princess is a dragon-" btw, which is the proto shrek au fic)

most details would come up in the fic itself but they really follow the shrek/fiona convention here. both of them loathe themselves as "monsters" but think the other one is pretty nifty so they for sure have that moment where fiona exposits her self doubts to donkey and shrek overhears it and feels bad where robin tells lissa shit and chrom hears it and feels bad

chrom in this AU is very very much a sopping wet cat of a man. he has been ALONE for three whole years with just his self doubts for company and it would have been more had owain not spooked him into leaving the swamp. this is how owain saved the timeline, by the way. by being a dumbass. peak butterfly effect.

i have INTENSE thoughts abt chrom/grima og timeline shit in this. in the og timeline, chrom never packs up n tries to leave, so he never meets lissa, so he stays in the swamp for several more years and gets progressively worse. in the meantime, robin got saved from the tower by somebody else, and did actually marry gangrel. some years later, gangrel disappeared under "mysterious circumstances" and robin ran off, eventually finding his way to the swamp.

THIS GOT LONG. the og timeline will either not come up much or only come up IF i actually pull thru all the way to shrek 2 so. here it is.

so this version of robin had basically no agency in any aspect of his life, and this chrom is desparate for literally anybody to stay by his side. they compliment each other in the worst possible way in the og timeline. robin is possessive. chrom wants to be possessed. it works. bad.

then, of course, validar has to fuck shit up. with the heart of grima out there in the world, he's gearing up to actually awaken his god. as per awakening, he drags robin back to plegia by force (chrom in tow.) i'm not certain whether to include the fire emblem in this AU, but there's really no reason for it. there's no reason to kill Emm either.

After Robin left the tower, nowi (taking the place of the dragon), also eventually left. when she was terrorizing the ylissean countryside, she met lissa, the first person to keep up with her. the two had a proper normal romance of well-adjusted dragon people. at some point, nowi convinces lissa to go back to ylisse, and emm accepts her chicken sister with open arms.

the two never find chrom. they dont know what happened to him. they can only speculate that he turned into a dragon the same way lissa did, but they never know for sure.

so, robin awakens to grima (aka The Curse) and in the kerfluffle both validar and chrom beef it. chrom is promptly resurrected as our dear rkc. lucina and morgan would be still kids at this point.

this AU's version of lucina is actually very fun for me because she did spend a good few years actually raised by grima and has a lot of his theatrics. you get to see that in chapter 3. she has an overall minor role in the fic itself but she's there and i love her.

at some point, lucina realizes that her parents are kind of fucked up, and that her dads are destroying the entire plegian peninsula, and they'll probably move on to ylisse at some point, so she heads east. she's accepted with open arms into the royal family cuz she has The Brand so they know she's chrom's kid.

she also has like. four eyes. demon horns. black wings. some scales. she is also a Dragon Creature the same way chrom and robin are in this. it explains a lot for the ylisse family.

it ends up being a dragon brawl of robin and chrom vs lissa and nowi and it is Disastrous. lots of legendary heroes trying to intervene. nobody's ever heard of dragon on dragon combat before. that's not supposed to happen.

long story short, lucina teams up with owain to hop back in time, though how to fix everything is a much more difficult question than in canon.

lucina's parents have been a total mess ever since she could remember, and owain never met them at all, so.

instead, lucina devoted herself to creating as many happily ever afters as possible (to parallel grima being the fairy godmother in this), while sending owain on fetch quests to locate her parents. she has a rough plan backed up by future knowledge and the seer powers assigned to her by the universe for her dope fucking appearance.

(god i wish i could draw her and chrom but chocobo lissa is all i can manage)

yah. so. that's the og timeline in a nutshell. the most toxic chrobin ever.

meanwhile awakening shrek timeline chrobin meet way earlier before they hit their depression arcs and manage to hash out their insecurities and fall head over heels in normal love. it all happens way earlier than both lucina and grima planned. what the fuck do you mean they're already happily married. nobody accounted for this.

my pal anakha summarized this as "the giant evil dragon got laid way before things got bad and this fixed the problem" which is. accurate.

[thedragonagelesbian]

Something something second chances...........

“And you don’t have to worry about threatening to kill me if I hurt him,” Anders added. Where he had been sheepish before, he now spoke with that disconcerting certainty that had scared Varric so much so many times over the last year. “If I hurt him again, I’ll take care of that myself.”

Varric could’ve just let the comment go. He was tired enough as is, and Anders had already given him enough grief for a lifetime. It was probably well within his rights to let the self-loathing slip by.

Instead, he sighed and said, “Blondie, you’ve got to stop saying shit like that.”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do. That’s why you have to stop. As a storyteller, I get the appeal of the whole tragic self-sacrificing lovers thing. It makes for one hell of a dark romance novel. But as your…” Varric’s tongue stumbled into it before his mind did. For a moment, he actually paused to try to think if he knew a word for the recently acquired partner of his partner who was also once his dearest friend until being directly responsible for ruining their lives. For all his years of wordsmithing, nothing came to mind, and he tried to cover up his faltering with a cough. “Point is, this is real life, not a novel, and in real life, sometimes you hurt people you care about. You have to be okay with that without immediately jumping to this ‘he should want me dead’ shit.”

“After what I did in Kirkwall—”

“We’re not in Kirkwall anymore!” Varric didn’t mean to snap with quite as much vehemence as he did, but there was a hole in his heart where his home used to be, and all the self-flagellation in the world from Anders wasn't going to fill it again. It just reminded him of how much his chest ached. “Cyrus made his choice. He wants you to live. Start wanting it for yourself too.”

Anders had been looking like a kicked puppy ever since he had slunk into the Gallows with his tail between his legs. He had the self-hating pout down to a damn art form, and still he managed to outdo himself then. Head ducked, shoulders hunched, spine buckled underneath the weight of what Cyrus and Varric had asked of him. He'd only look more pathetic if he was sopping wet, and damn it if Varric didn't feel his heart stirring with pity.

“Look,” he tried again. “Cyrus and I have talked about why the two of you separated the first time around. You freaked out because he did his 'please let me die for you' shtick, right? Remember how scary that was to listen to? That doesn't become a fun, cool, normal thing just because you're the one doing it.”

“I…” Anders' voice cracked. “I suppose I see your point…”

“I sure fucking hope you do, because I already have one dead-set would-be martyr in my life. I don't want another.” He paused, shook his head, and let out a rough chuckle. “Fuck, maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Maybe the two of you deserve each other.”

“He deserves you,” Anders insisted quietly. “You don't know… It's so difficult to stop thinking like this. It's hard enough for me to imagine starting down that path, let alone making the progress Cyrus has… had, until I… But even then, you were there to stop him from spiraling further. You've helped him so much.”

Varric folded his arms and sighed again. “If you stick around, I'll help you too, Blondie.”

For the first time, Anders turned away from the fire to stare at Varric, his eyes wide and trembling. “Do you really mean that?”

Varric responded with a shrug, as if this was a simple, off-hand matter. As if he wasn't still boiling with anger over all the mage had cost him, had cost Cyrus. Maybe it was. Maybe he wasn't, or at least wouldn't be forever.

“What can I say? I'm a fixer.” He glanced past the fire to the elf curled up on their shared bedroll, sleeping as soundly as he ever did, escaping from all the horror and loss and tragedy, if only for a few hours each day. “We both are.”

[the-way-astray]

i feel like a lot of keepblrers would enjoy the hollow star saga (a dark and hollow star, a cruel and fated light, a grim and sunken vow). it's basically kotlc if kotlc was canonically gay. (warning: long rant ahead, if you're interested. this is going to seem very negative, but i promise i'll talk about the positives, too.)

there are four main characters, arlo, nausicaa, aurelian, and vehan.

arlo is basically sophie when it comes to personality. like. she's kinda the most generic female ya protagonist that's sort of shy and gets pushed around a lot except for when the author decides 'hey, she needs to stand up for herself' at random points. then she'll randomly snark for two lines and go back to being the protagonist that kinda lowkey has no distinctive personality traits. she's also clearly the author's bias. you will see what i mean if you look through the chapters. just like sophie, she spends most of the first book being scared of the council.

nausicaa is basically keefe if keefe was a lesbian. she has that snarky, bad-girl vibe and is kind of a loose canon and doesn't care about anything except her love interest (arlo). this of course means she's the fan favorite (i really don't like her, but i don't tend to like characters like keefe so i'm biased as hell don't listen to me). when i tell you she's exactly like keefe (in terms of personality). like. i want you to know that she's exactly like keefe. their senses of humor are comically similar.

aurelian gives off tam vibes, if tam was more central to the story (and white). looking in from the outside you'd be like 'omg what a broody man. what emo thoughts are going through his head. why is he looking at me like that. i'm going to sink into the ground, he clearly hates me. i probably shouldn't piss him off, he'd probably kill me.' and then you see his thoughts and he's just the most average guy out there. like. he's just a normal guy but everyone (including the author) sees him as this emo and broody guy that just glares constantly and is really standoff-ish.

another thing about nausicaa and aurelian is that the author really tries to get you to buy into the fact that they have this intense rivalry, but it falls so flat because they barely interact and it’s so one-sided. very tell-not-show. does that remind you of a certain dynamic in kotlc? that’s right, it’s keefe and tam.

vehan is the one main character that i really can't say is exactly like a character from kotlc but to me he's what fitz could've been if shannon hadn't mangled and massacred him. he's kinda pathetic, ngl. like sopping wet rag vibes. but also he's really sweet. a true cinnamon roll. he spends a lot of time dragging aurelian places and trying not to piss aurelian off because he thinks aurelian hates him (i'll give you one guess who his love interest is). also the author randomly tries to make him flirty at one point and it was so funny how much it didn't work for his character.

and even in other aspects besides the characters, i want you to know that this series is basically just kotlc. the characters are fae, so they are all young and beautiful, they have powers, there's an abusive mother that’s evil but her son doesn’t realize she’s evil, the plot is convoluted as hell and takes way too long to get to the point, the world is described as bright and colorful, the sense of humor is just like the sense of humor in kotlc (which is personally not my favorite but i digress), the author spends a ludicrous amount of time in one character's head really drilling into the audience how much he has a crush on this other character, the incessant use of italics every other word and of course the all-white cast except for a few people here and there.

there's a ridiculous amount of lore that gets introduced in the first book alone, and i think people in this fandom would have a lot of fun with that, too (even if some of the lore is highly, highly irrelevant).

also this author's writing sin is definitely info-dumping. when i say their fatal flaw is info-dumping i want you to know i'm not fucking around when i say that. they will just info-dump a whole couple pages, and the information never becomes relevant. and it happens a lot (this is the author's debut so that might be the reason). here's an example of a massive info-dump:

(none of the above ever becomes relevant, in case you're wondering.)

there are good things too, though. like i'd definitely say that the hollow star saga is better than kotlc. there is a character i like named celadon who eventually becomes more central to the plot. all i'll say about him right now is that he's arlo's cousin and the relationship between him and arlo is genuinely endearing in some aspects. some plot twists were pretty well executed and the second book is absolutely better than the first. this author's strength is definitely backstories. the backstories, especially in the second book, are pretty solid.

only two books are out right now and the third is coming out soon (late november, if i'm not wrong) and i'm dying to read it. the author said the entire series will only be four books, i think, but i don't really trust authors when they say stuff like that anymore so. we'll see i guess.

and if all that wasn’t enough to convince you, i offer you this one final piece of motivation: at one point, nausicaa makes a twilight reference.

basically what i'm saying is: you should read the hollow star saga.

[aftrskool]

i don't know (because google doesn't seem to get what i'm talking about either) but everything feels weird and wrong around me now, my surroundings make me uncomfortable now ..... it's really uncomfortable on a physical level within my body to walk up & down my street to get in and out, to walk around where i live, to come home, even just looking outside my window at the beloved row of our 4 individual eucalyptus trees makes me feel disturbed inside my body and wrenches out the tears .. my surroundings feel all wrong now and stirs this intense unbalanced feeling that's taken up residence in my chest and stomach. it's like that weird incompatible feeling of walking on land after being immersed in water (especially with some sort of clothing on!) & now your body is so heavy with the sopping wet that it feels like you have to fight unnaturally against earth's suddenly hostile gravity so much more than you anticipated -- that same heaviness inside your core, it's this palpable dread that wracks my body, like a primal apprehension, and it leaves me sort of nauseous and unsteady and suddenly aware of my instincts, autonomic, sitting right under my skin trying to pilot my body, telling me to LEAVE

so now i don't want to go outside anymore. just looking out my bedroom window makes me queasy thinking about walking up and down the sidewalk, and even moving within my house feels weird and carries it's own level of difficulty. i think it's because of how solid and firm my belief was- is?- that i would go through the motions of average life with her again, would walk her around the estate, take her off the leash in the green, walk our route to the park, bring her to aldi to pick up a few things, bring her along on the walk to boots and pop into the pet store afterwards for her to pick out a small loose treat or few for having waited so patiently, how i took it so for granted that she'd stay by my side & how it felt like a waste to not bring her for the walk if i was walking anywhere. i have this guilt inside me too now while i move through the days, that if the weather is so good then why haven't i brought the dog out for the walk? why am i wasting time, energy, steps and sunlight on my own when it would define her day to come out with me? why did i selfishly choose before to not bring her on walks i totally could have and should have brought her on with me because of 'time' or 'energy' or 'hassle' -- why didn't i do enough? why was i waiting for her to come out of that little funk & for myself to get settled in school before we would make our 'comeback', why did i not enrich her final while with everything i could? why did i not do enough?

but i know that's grief. i know it's impossible for me to have anticipated something i never even knew was possible to happen, let alone with such speed and in such an otherwise perfect state. there's no fault or blame for making my priorities for that week at the start of it with a focus on riding this transitional period through and taking it as it comes, expecting life to continue on as it always did afterwards. there's no shame in stability, both having been maintaining it & expecting it to resume. her life was enriched the same way it would be continued to enriched, with always something to sniff, point at, investigate, pursue & some destination where she can run her circles and follow the luxuriously wide, long arc of the ball through the air when it's thrown from the stick. and she did get her last hurrah, her swan song that afternoon when it was so gorgeous out and she seemed to be doing well enough that life seemed too short to not take advantage of it if only for a few minutes, and we eventually wandered up to the green behind the house & being let off the leash woke up something in her and she started HARASSING me to punt the ball left in the grass for her, which i did gently at first with hesitation as to not make her exert herself fully and potentially overexcite her, but eventually i ceded to her demands after seeing just how lively she became, after seeing just how much life shone thru her ... and we had such fun!!!!!!!! everyone gets giddy when they get to run and kick a ball between someone, i was laughing and cheering just as much as she was celebrating each catch with an extra victory lap <3 so i know those feelings are the shock and grief talking, and not completely based in logic or reason.

but that's okay too, i think. one thing that became immediately apparent to me during the whole thing was how the gut-wrenching tears forcing themselves out of me & all of the accompanying pain was love, it was love in it's truest most purest form, it was the at LEAST 4 more years of love i had ready to give to her & all the surplus love (possibly greater in volume than what i had already accounted for) coming out of me all at once, an avalanche straining through a pinhole. the feeling of my whole body being torn, it was love so incomprehensible in scale that my body became a helpless vessel for it to squeeze through, like madness where someone becomes a sudden victim of holding all-encompassing divine knowledge beyond human comprehension, so astronomically beyond our power to ever begin to understand that it just doesn't compute, overwhelming and excruciating to simply behold? everything i feel now is happiness, thankfulness and gratefulness: all the sorrow and pain and dread and everything is all of my happiness that she's out of pain now, all my thankfulness for being granted the gift and honor of caring for her and loving her, all my gratefulness that i was allowed spend my limited time on earth with her, all my appreciation for all of the time she graced me with and all of the love she blessed me with, & so much more so intense i'll only ever be able to feel and never begin to understand...

it comes in waves. it hurts but it's all love, it's difficult but i will continue to continue, and carry my heart with me as i move no matter how heavy and burdened with love it becomes as i move through life, as i excruciatingly continue forward towards my inevitable return. i will never know a single thing, but i hope for a heaven. i hope i, the self that became within me, continue and that the truth is universal; that i continue and join every soul that has ever lived, and ever will live, to a place we share where i can be as free as she is now and reunite with her, where we recognize one another and remember everything without anything to come between the energy of our love, and watch the world from above as it evolves with each day that goes by- follow new lives and experience them as a spectator, and then greet them as they join me and i become the one to guide them through the same relief and ecstasy of being after death that i had hoped for when it was my turn to live through organic eyes, be relieved of all capacity to hate and judge and hurt and cause hurt that i had before & join everyone and everything as we bask together in shared understanding and boundless unconditional love

[the-firebird69]

So the idiot ran into the mailboxes of my apt Dave's apt jason's apt and I think two more one of them is John Remillard himself and he was in the brand new blue pickup truck across the street and he backed into it on purpose then he pulled up to his mailbox the excuse his goth backed into his mailbox but he hadn't got to do that and Garth is alone out here so he walks by and I went over to Jason and told him his mailbox came off and it's got a flyer in it that's sopping wet and I told him who did it that's the **** in the blue pickup truck who didn't stop or do anything I said he may not have heard it and that's the way out so we can still get the idiot **** without getting in trouble. So he's gonna fix it so then the **** himself comes in a different format down the street with his weights in his hand and his ammo vest that supposedly has weights in it and he's puffy and puffing trying to get down to where I was and I was just simply cleaning the boots off by the time he got there and I suppose he was trying to hit the mailboxes with his weight that he had in his hands and he was threatening me with it so I want the guy removed. To the powers that be several of you their groups I want him removed and your own clan if you don't remove him punishments will be swift for this action on me. And Tommy F noted it and noted that he's in his way and he's gonna get wiped out he says it's very frustrating having this child run around pointing everything out. He sucks at it he's a **** he doesn't know what to do ever and Tommy F is gonna handle part of it he has your money he has control over the money even though he doesn't have controlling share he has your stuff he's taken to his cashes and stashes and he has control over the West to Midwest program at this time and he plans to hit people with nuclear weapons including mine and in a big way he is a steaming hot complete maniacal murderous swine that needs to be killed and burned.

Zues Hera good well put

We saw his actions and can confirm he did it and you want someone to try and get you in trouble one of his grandkids and file a police report against him using my statement above and they said we'll probably do that and cut it paste it. Freaking time. It's a good idea we'll knock out all three. Get some real police in here this is a **** **** **** town. Nothing works right and we have to come in here like brave people and mess them up. For whatever reason it's brave.

Thor Freya

I'm seeing what he's saying we what we need to do for a duty is to stop these people at this time the mission has gone critical and we are declaring that and I'm sending it out. All of ours should know you do not belong in the West or the South or Florida or Georgia or Alabama in any way the East Coast is always embroiled and they're going to attack the Midwest and middle areas and other areas of the global are similar the outer perimeter is not as hot but they are seeking us out we're in the state of war. And mostly with these idiomorlock. Small enough to discount in any way. Their usage of devices has been noted throughout the centuries if you see any of them with any kind of device be it a handheld phone I wanna report on it and I wanna go get those people. Now let's get to it including our citizens and I'm hoping that you sign up soon we really wanna have your help and to protect you. Better that is

Better that isFrank Castle Hardcastle

Olympus

[skvaderarts]

Saudade Chapter Eleven: Stormy Stay

I'm just now realizing that I probably didn't post every chapter of this series to Tumblr (and with everything going on I sure as hell probably shouldn't aside from a link) but this is a stand-alone series. It ties into the larger Soliloquy Saga, but the chapters of this book are all individual shorts. So you don't need to read the others to know what's going on. Reading up to at least chapter 45 of Petrichor would give you a tiny bit of probably unnecessary context, though. But otherwise, you're fine. You can still read it either way.

Chapter Eleven: Stormy Stay

Note: Wow. It’s been a LONG TIME since I’ve written a chapter for Saudade. February 18th, 2022 in fact. That feels like a lifetime ago! Enjoy! March is going to be… fun.

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Outside the wind whipped with gale force, carving a path through the narrow streets and quiet alleyways like a flood. Wind and water combined to make a spectacle of freezing water and cutting wind that tore through coats and umbrellas alike. Dim lights flickered in every room of every home as the majority of the city stayed within the confines of their cozy little bunkholes, warmer by leagues than they would’ve been should they have ventured outside. Few were that brave. The rattling of their windows and the quaking of their front doors were warning enough.

The rain was cold. Colder than most rain ever got the chance to be. At a mere 34 degrees Fahrenheit, it was quite literally just warm enough to still be raining outside and an overnight drop in temperature that would send the city plummeting into the low twenties guaranteed that it would progress from nearly freezing, to freezing rain, and finally, true snow. Perhaps even thundersnow or some hail. But until that time came to pass, it was storming. And it was storming with a vengeance. As though some primordial god had awoken that day and grown tired of the sight of that entre hamlet, deciding to wipe it and all traces of it from the surface of the planet with a storm of legendary proportions.

Returning to the more sensible confines of the apartment, Sirrus entered the apartment and closed the doors behind himself. It took both hands as he had to force the wind out with the double doors acting as a sort of wind sail, but he succeeded after some measure of effort, letting out a huff from exertion as he locked them and turned back towards his living room. He was going to need a towel.

“Well it’s… not exactly improving, I’ll say that much.” He said as he walked through the living room, heading towards his bedroom. He entered, grabbed a towel that he intended to use to dry himself off, and then slinked out of his clothes, draping the wet clothing over the edge of his bathtub. He would worry about laundry later. This wasn’t going to be the only time today that he got sopping wet.

Returning to the living room with drier skin and warmer clothing, Sirrus turned his attention back to the windows around him and the storm beyond. He sat down in his lounge chair next to the couch, taking the time to enjoy the scent of the candles he’d lit earlier that morning. He was going to need to replace a few of them soon. They’d lasted quite a few lightings as they were handmade and high quality, but some of them were melted down to the very ends and would need to be retired. A pity. He wasn’t sure where to find a few of them. But that was a worry for another time. For now, he was going to relax and enjoy the company of a friend. 

V had long since parked himself on the couch in Sirrus’s living room, allowing himself the perfect vantage point with which to enjoy the storm. He understood that many people found storms of this magnitude terrifying, and with good reason, but he had never felt that way about them. Bundled under a plush blanket and having just finished a mug of real, genuine, actual hot chocolate (not the powdered stuff that was always slightly too weak but the kind that required the melting of chocolate into actual milk with other possible flavors such as vanilla and cinnamon mixed in) he knew he was safe and that the storm couldn’t touch him. This was a cast iron building in the rough shape of a triangle. Its shape was practically built to redirect water and not fold under pressure.

He’d spent the last two hours or so merrily dancing through the pages of a book that he’d snagged from Sirrus’s rather impressive collection of classical literature. He had taste. The sheer variety of genres, authors, and cultures represented in his home collection was staggering. Almost as staggering as his desire to sit here and read them all and never get up to do anything else ever again. He had everything from Frankenstein, Les Miserables, and The Tale of Two Cities, to The Yellow Wallpaper, the King in Yellow, and No Longer Human. 

A captivating mixture of science fiction, mystery, suspense, and various forms of long and short-form poetry and epics, there was no shortage of things to read. He was positive he’d ever seen The Illiad and Dante’s Inferno mixed in there somewhere along with Paradise Lost. There were plenty of contemporary works and even a few notable manga present. Full collections of some of them, in fact. V had never realized that Sirrus was that avid of a collector. After all, how did he own all of the current volumes of the Berserk Omnibus for hell's sake?! They could be notoriously difficult to track down from what he’d heard. Some of these had probably been hellish to procure. Many of the books in his collection were even first editions!

I suspected as much.” V said almost tiredly, stifling a yawn as he responded to his friend’s statement from a few minutes prior. He hadn’t wanted to yell across the house so he’d decided to wait. That would’ve been in poor taste. One look out those windows was enough to tell him that it was best to stay inside unless he absolutely had to go out there. He didn’t mind being wet, but he didn’t prefer being soaked to the bone and being wet. That was rarely his preference. “Is this normal?”

Sirrus stretched out, allowing the heat from the wood-burning fireplace just a few feet away to warm him back up. He shivered harshly for a moment as the warmth overcame him and he started to warm up. He was privileged to live on the very top floor like he did. His suite was the only one with space for the ventilation required to have a wood-burning metal fireplace like this. After the building had undergone renovations a few decades back, the others had been replaced with gas or electric ones if they hadn’t been scrapped altogether. He was the only one with one of these beautiful cast iron statement pieces. And he would never get tired of that smell.

“Seasonally? Quite. In general? I can scarcely recall the last time it stormed like this.” Sirrus said as he leaned back in the recliner. He remembered the time that V had fallen asleep in it. That was a pleasant memory, much like the quiet time they’d enjoyed today. It had been entirely uneventful, but getting to share a quiet moment together like they were right now was something that he would never say no to. Just touring his library with V earlier that day had been a blast. This was nice. And the day was still young, too.

“I see…” V said as he looked up at the window again, regarding Sirrus pleasantly. He still couldn’t believe that he’d gone out there. V had always enjoyed a good storm, but it was horribly cold out there. “It is beautiful though, isn’t it?”

Falling silent for a minute or so, Sirrus closed his eyes and took in the moment. He’d finally warmed most of the way up. But he was going to have to get up and add some more wood to it sometime soon, so he couldn’t get too comfortable. 

“Yes.” He said softly. There was something to a day like this to be savored. He didn’t mind the sun or a clear blue sky, but there was something about the majesty and power of a good rainstorm that captivated him. And he didn’t need to ask V to know that he felt the same. He imagined that slowing down and reading a good book like V had decided to do today would be a nice change of pace. Perhaps he’d grab one when he got up to add wood to the fireplace in a little while.

“What did you end up picking?”

V turned the book so that Sirrus could see the cover, peering over the top of it as he spoke, his gaze still half on the words on the page in front of him. He obviously wanted to make sure that he realized that he was paying attention to him, and talking directly into a book without making eye contact with someone was just awkward to begin with. “The Portrait of Dorian Gray.”

Sirrus went quiet, but not in a relaxed way, something that V seemed to sense as he lowered the book and gazed over at Sirrus, noting the perplexing look on his face. It appeared to be a mixture of nostalgia and heartache in equal measure, almost as though he’d just stabbed him in the chest out of nowhere. That had not been the answer he’d expected, but he wasn’t angry. He was… wounded?

“Ah… That one. How ironic.” He let out a chuckle that indicated a slight tinge of disbelief. Nearly a thousand books in his collection and he’d picked that one. A breathless look crossed his face as he looked out towards the balcony again before lowering his gaze. He needed a moment, to be sure. It was undeniable. “A solid pick, to be sure. I’m curious to see what you think of it.”

Closing the book and placing a bookmark that he’d borrowed from a small bowl of them that Sirrus kept on his bookshelf (yes, really) he closed the book, still grasping it but more curious as to what had just happened than he ever could be about the contents of the book he’d been reading. “There’s a story here. I can feel it.”

Sirrus nodded silently, glancing back over at him. There was a glimmer of something distant in his eyes. A trace of a longing for something long since passed. He almost seemed to regret something that V couldn’t place and it made the young summoner wonder what had happened in his past that had hurt him so deeply. 

“I… was close to someone with the same first name once. Although they were born considerably before the release of the book. It was one of their favorites.” He said, a sort of sadness hanging in his voice. He almost sounded like he was describing someone who was no longer alive. Someone he’d lost forever. And although V wasn’t sure that was the case, he still felt for him. “He had the most radiant smile. It was like sunshine parting through storm clouds. And his hair shimmered like gold. And the sound of his laughter…”

Sirrus stopped there, sighing heavily as he shook his head and allowed his chin to rest in his cupped palms, his elbows on his upper legs as he looked out across the sky. He spoke as though his heart ached to think of him. But just as V was going to reach over and ask him if he was alright and tell him that he was free to drop the subject, a small but genuine sad smile crept across his face, an unmistakable wetness to his eyes. He looked back over at V and at the book, clearly deep in thought. “I hope he’s found new love. The kind he truly deserves. The kind he gives.”

Things hadn’t ended well between them. He didn’t get the impression that they had ended in anger, but there had certainly been pain. But he wasn’t going to dig. It wasn’t his place too. But V would wonder. Wonder what had happened between them that brought such pain to the surface of what had been such placid waters. And what made Sirrus long so for things to be better for him? He wondered who this individual was and what had made them mean so much to him, once upon a time. He recognized the emotion he saw upon his friend’s face now. Bittersweet.

“I want to make sarmale.” He said with a sort of sigh, clearly ready to change the subject. This had been a trip down memory lane that he hadn’t expected to take today and while he didn’t hate it, he was ready to get off at the next stop, so to speak. He stood up and stretched, his arms out in front of him as he straightened out his back. He wasn’t stiff, but he did just want to stand up for a moment. Take a deep breath before fully settling back in. “It’s the perfect weather for it.”

V’s ears perked up as if he’d just heard something he’d never heard before in his entire life. He was quite obviously intrigued, to say the least, but for reasons that were uncertain to Sirrus. Had he accidentally just suggested that he make V’s favorite dish or something? “Make what?”

Sirrus folded his arms around himself, quietly thankful that his windows weren’t nearly as drafty as they could’ve been when the age of the building was taken into consideration. There was still a slight draft, to be sure, but he’d gone through the lengthy expense some time ago to have the windows painstakingly replaced with double-glazed ones that matched the originals almost perfectly. The historic state of the building had to be preserved by both his own personal standards, and those of the city council. This much glass in a building of this age was stunning visually, but the building had been erected quite a while before that technology had been in vogue. 

“Sarmale. They’re cabbage rolls. Quite simple to make, at that. You just-”

“You’ve said enough. Yes. Why are we still in your living room and not in your kitchen making them?” V said, completely straight-faced. He couldn’t fathom why they were talking about how delicious they were and not making them so that they could devour them whole like barbarians. Food like that on a day like this was the sort of thing that made him crawl out of the grave in the morning. He wanted this. Now. And he was willing to put in the work.

Sirrus blinked blankly before chuckling, an amused smirk crossing his face as he scoffed softly. I wicked almost knowingly wolfish grin spread across his handsome vassage. “Well because… that would require a trip to the grocery store. I’m out of everything but the spices.”

V quirked an eyebrow, weighing his options for all of about half a second before setting the book he’d been reading down on the end table next to him, shrugging out of the blanket he’d been under, and standing up to go get his coat. It wasn’t waterproof by a long shot, but there was no way in the nine circles of hell that he was going out there in that with just a sweater on. No umbrella was that strong… But no storm was going to keep him from eating a delicious regional delicacy, either.

As he returned from the guest room with his coat he was only half surprised to find Sirrus by the door waiting for him already, coat already zipped tight and ready to go. Sometimes he genuinely forgot that Sirrus could move that quickly. The young summoner shook his head as he slipped into his coat. It was going to be cold as hell outside. Hopefully, the stores were still open in this weather. He wanted to be back in front of that fireplace as soon as possible. Especially since Sirrus had understandably tuned it off while he was getting his coat. 

How had he done all of that so quickly… 

V could only dream of that level of coordination when it came to mundane things. In combat? Sure, sometimes. But he would’ve tripped over the rug or something if he’d tried moving through this apartment at that kind of speed. It seemed that Sirrus had him beat in that department. How funny, indeed. But enough of that. It was time to go. They had places to be. And places to return to.

“Let’s just hope this trip to the grocery store goes better than the last one…”

Sirrus blanked for a second before a look of horror crossed his face. “By the gods, yes. Let’s hope so…”

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This was a fun little change of pace for a moment before things get real in the main book. And I mean REAL. Phew. I’m not ready. But I hope you liked this chapter! I’ll see you in the comments and next Friday on the 8th of March. Take care out there. The weather been very stupid where you live, too? I hope not. Bye-bye and see you soon! Thanks for reading!

[mandos-sluts]

The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Masterlist

Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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