#quake charmer

[steve-brules-rules]

Why did I spend an entire hour making this…..

[kingatrice]

I had to do it to them

[bowandbrush]

A sketch of the blue trio!!

An animatic idea I have for the maskface AU (that I have no time to actually start on 😭)

cowboy episode! Leo gets to hang out with some non-brother pals, and boy is it chaotic. (I’m gonna rant the general story below)

Mystic energy throughout the US is fluctuating and causing mini-earthquakes and vibrations that not only start momentarily irritating dogs/animals, but disrupt cloaking brooches and other mystic areas like nether realms, force fields, and invisibility cloaks. hueso’s hidden restaurant and passages to the hidden city are slowly being revealed, which is a huge problem.

The secondary story is with Frida, actually. being Big Mama’s daughter, she has since abandoned her high position in the Battle Nexus and as mama’s number two to be with her blood family.

In the first couple weeks of Venus temporarily living with the hamatos as a spy for Mama, Frida watches through a mystic orb longingly, observing the cold assistant Venus soften and learn what friendship, love and family is about. She grows to love the Mad Dogs with each day, and decides to flee from her life with Big Mama.

Unlike Venus (who’s still undercover, but losing her will to fulfill her mission and return to B.M.) she hated the spider for years behind a facade. Despite acting the most like Mama out of anyone, She was given enough freedom in her teen years to discover Big Mama didn’t mean anything she said.

now she’s showing her brothers and human sister on how to have a proper spa day. Raph is loving the his retirement from leadership.

Leo, Venus and Usagi portal just in time to where the source of the problem seems to be, Texas. With Donnie communicating through Leo’s wrist comm to help him navigate and uncover the issue. Leo’s portals now being nearly useless with the mystic quakes, this gives the trio the prefect excuse to dress like cowboys and wrangle some horses.

Leo is very sure of himself. He helped hueso charm a bird before, right? Wrong. The horse drags him about with the rope Leo tried throwing over its head. Much to his dismay. He loves ponies.

Venus approaches a different horse. She has this in the bag. Unlike Leo, who is a self-assured idiot. With a straight face, she’s got this handled. Also Wrong! Now there are two turtles being thrown around.

Usagi tries befriending a horse by sharing a love for carrots. Sure enough, they all love him. He’s just a natural animal charmer.

this whole adventure is really distracting Venus from her real mission established about 2 months ago. She doesn’t even want to go back to wearing 10 pounds of armor, being forced into things she doesn’t want to do or wear, and guarding empty hallways for days at a time.

And she forgot how much she hated Leo when she first knew him. Some arrogant, annoying reflection of what draxum really wanted in a super soldier that she couldn’t give to him as a yokai child. But now she couldn’t love Leo any more. It was making her sick.

later on, they discover an illegal oil rig operation going down, drilling into a mystic hotspot that is causing the whole ruckus. They use the power of friendship and stupidity to stop the bad guys and fix the mystic conundrum.

That’s basically the episode.

[coopigeoncoo]

Meat Cute, Chapter 8

Chapter Links: First, Previous <- Chapter 8 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change, Swearing

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour!

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“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

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A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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Continue reading below, or follow the link to A03!

Alastor led you back towards the hotel proper, where the immaculately dressed masses were milling about; nibbling on hors d'oeuvres and politely clapping when the imps in the string quartet would finish playing yet another unidentifiable classical number.  

Lucifer himself stood at the center of it all, holding court and seemingly in his element as he laughed politely at whatever the stiff-looking socialite next to him had said.  In an unexpected show of mercy, Alastor pivoted you both away from the King and towards the fringes of the party, where Princess Charlotte was gesturing frantically at a group of women whose shoulders were quaking with barely suppressed laughter.  

“Pardon my intrusion,” Alastor said, slipping next to Charlie with a bow.  “I wanted to make sure I had the opportunity to properly introduce the two of you.”

“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed, having been so wrapped up in her spiel that she had failed to notice you and Alastor's approach.  “I remember you!  You work at the butcher shop, right?”

“That's me,” you confirmed brightly, watching the women Charlie had previously been lecturing slip away out of the corner of your eye; giggling with one and other behind their hands.  

“I hardly recognized you without all the, y'know, blood,” Charlie laughed, adjusting her hold on a large stack of pamphlets in her arms.  

“I get that a lot.”

“Me, too!” Alastor laughed, tugging you closer to his side. “We really are quite the matching pair, aren't we?”

“Like rats and the plague,” you agree with an indulgent tilt of your head, fluttering your eyelashes in a way you hope appeared demure in the face of Charlie's disbelief.  

“Such a charmer!” Alastor cooed, extending one of his wickedly sharp claws and drawing it slowly towards your face.  Breathlessly, you watched as the talon drew closer and closer; eyes eventually crossing when Alastor used his claw to tap you playfully on the nose.  

“Oh- huh,” Charlie murmured, obviously shocked by the familiar way Alastor was treating you.  “This is…unexpected- but good!  Very good!   You seem to have grown close, uh, pretty quickly-”

“Charlie, my dear, are you implying that my companion is fast ?” Alastor inquired, his head ticking to the side menacingly. “Wanton?  A woman of ill repute?”

“Oh, dear,” you tsked worryingly, patting down the front of your dress.  “I seem to have misplaced my scarlet letter!”

“You must have left it in the gutter you crawled out of this morning,” Alastor sighed, shaking his head fondly.  “You're such a forgetful little thing.”

“Wha- NO!” Charlie belted out loudly, her free hand flapping about in front of her in a placating manner.  “That isn't what I meant at all!”

“Oh?” Alastor intoned doubtfully.  “Do go on, then.”

“It's just- you're…not easy to get to know, Alastor.  So to see someone be so close to you, it's- well,” Charlie sighed, racking her brain for the best way to explain herself.  “I guess there's really no timeline for these sorts of things, huh?  When you know, you know.”

You were suddenly acutely aware of the lies poised to tumble from your mouth at Alastor's behest; the deception on your tongue a bitter contrast to the Princess’ sweet sincerity.  

“I really appreciate you coming out and supporting the hotel today,” Charlie beamed, leading you closer to the buffet table where Angel Dust and a rag-tag looking group, likely the other hotel residents, had gathered.    

“Once Alastor extended the invitation I simply had to come!” You replied honestly, hating the way that outright lying about your situation made you feel and doing your best to talk around it.  Thankfully, Alastor seemed to enjoy your duplicity, a pleased chuckle rumbling from his chest when he thought you were being especially clever.   

“I'm pleased with the turnout,” Charlie continued on.  “Fingers crossed that the big crowds translate to big donations!”

“Donations?” you inquire, confused about why the daughter of the most powerful man in Hell would need to crowdsource her funding.  

“Yep!  This is supposed to be a fundraising event to increase community involvement,” Charlie explained.  “We could just fund things ourselves, but we thought that people might be more invested in our efforts if they, well- invested!”

“And what are they investing in, exactly?  The hotel?”

“Oh, no!  We're branching out into the surrounding neighborhoods, trying to build local ties, you know?” Charlie chirped excitedly, passing you one of the pamphlets she'd been carrying all day.  “So we're looking to start a grant program for sinners looking to open up businesses that would benefit the entire Pride Ring.  Methadone clinics, detox centers, restaurants willing to work with us to provide meals to the destitute- that sort of stuff!” 

“You’ll be needing this,” Alastor said, sliding a long stemmed glass smoothly into your hand. You accept it without complaint, aware of the many eyes upon you, anxiously darting between you and the drink Alastor had passed your way.  Without hesitating you brought the glass up to your lips and took a long sip, displaying a level of trust in Alastor that you didn't actually possess.  

If Alastor wanted you dead, there wasn't really anything you could do about it anyway.  And honestly, if poison was how he'd chosen to go about murdering you then you'd count yourself beyond lucky.  It would be an unprecedented show of compassion on his part to kill you quickly when you'd heard rumors of him disemboweling sinners, using their intestines to trim his Christmas tree, and then keeping them alive and in agonizing pain to ring in the New Year with him.   

Charlie had continued talking as you drank, blissfully unaware of the dramatic scene playing out right under her nose.  

“-so we've been trying to recruit donors for the Sir Pentious Entrepreneurial Resource Management fund!”

You took another sip of your blood wine, savoring the rich metallic tang, and made the mistake of looking down at the pamphlet in your hand.  Seeing the words printed out in bold text at top of the brochure made everything in your brain suddenly click.

With a loud snort, you spat your mouthful of wine back into your glass, helplessly coughing into your hand in an attempt to clear your airway.  A handkerchief appeared in front of your face and you readily accepted it, dabbing at the wet spots you felt on your lips and chin.

“Princess -,” you finally manage to sputter out.

“Call me Charlie!”

“-alright, Charlie,” you capitulated easily, recognizing that there were far more important matters immediately at hand. “Just to, ah- clarify the situation, here.  You do realize you spent an entire day encouraging people to become SPERM Donors, right?”

“I- No!” Charlie screeched, aghast at your accusation.  “It's the Sir Pentious Entrepreneurial Resource Management fund!”

“Yes, and SPERM is the acronym, ” you grimaced, body flooding with second hand embarrassment for the poor woman.  Charlie stared down at the pamphlets in her arms in disbelief before throwing her head back and releasing a pitiful wail towards Heaven.

“It all makes so much sense now,” she groaned, letting the pamphlets fall from her arms and scatter to the floor as she clutched her head in misery.  “All the laughing , that one woman saying that she ‘wasn't equipped’ to make a donation, Angel wanting to call the event ‘Hoeing Weeds and Sowing Seeds'- ”

Charlie abruptly paused, spinning to face Angel Dust.  

“You knew!” Charlie bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.  “You knew and you didn't tell me!”

“Hey now,” Angel Dust called out, raising all of his arms into the air defensively.  “Don't go puttin’ all the blame on my supple shoulders!  Everyone else here knew about it, too!”

“Everything was just happening so fast,” a dour-faced woman said, placing her gray hands on Charlie's shoulders comfortingly.  “By the time we noticed the, uh- typo, you'd already made handouts and put flyers up around the city.”

Things only devolved into further chaos from there, with accusations flying about who knew what and when.  Cautiously, you withdrew from the fray, placing yourself back at Alastor's side.  

“Are they always so…,” you paused, searching for the right word as Angel Dust reached onto the bar, grabbed a cocktail glass in each hand, and spiked them onto the ground in frustration.  “Spirited? ”

“Goodness, no!” Alastor chuckled, pulling you to the side and out of the way of the scattering glass shards.  “This is a rather subdued bit of bedlam, all things considered.  It barely even registers on the scale of exciting events that have happened this week! ”

Tag List:

@wendds @matpatsstuff @qardasngan @polytheatrix @sirens-and-moonflowers  @venusdandy

[bravequackcathal]

selenopolis update is exciting and all but personally im going insane over quake charmers outfit being torn up in novus I NEVER NOTICED THIS TIL I WAS GRABBING REFS IM GONNA BLOW EVERYTHING UP

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM....

[marceline-says-lol-inquisitively]

Okay so I finally figured out how to put into words what's been bothering me about spell weaving (aside from the fact that it's not all that useful outside of PVP)

The entire concept of weaving schools together, outside of balance magic which is its own distinct thing wasn't really a thing at all in the Spiral until Novus. It's kind of a big plot point there that it drives Copy Qhat and Quake Charmer a little bit insane (or at least it's part of the reason.) I'm pretty sure there's a line very early on from Qyburn or someone in the Arcanum that spells like the ones we get in Novus have never been seen before in the Spiral too.

So then we get to spell weaving which is something we can do fresh off of killing Malistaire and you can maybe see where things start to make a little less sense.

I don't have any lore reason as to why this would be the case, but luckily I don't need one because I think the reason is probably very simple.

I don't know if the devs have actually talked about this at all but I'd assume the reason why you can start weaving as soon as you finish arc 1, rather than a time that makes more sense is because of time investment. I think they just didn't want to add another feature that you have to be max level for and have potentially hundreds of hours in the game to finally access. So they just said screw it and let you do it after arc 1 rather than making you go through all that.

Realistically I think weaving and maybe the blended grove as a whole is a much newer thing in the Spiral that maybe didn't fully come around until after arc 4.

Anyway that's my ramble. I'm doing these because I want to write but I've been either too hot or too tired to actually do anything.

[vampwiz]

I KNEW QUAKE CHARMER LOOKED FAMILIAR

[soulhavens]

taking note of which NPCs are grouped together at The Summit 2

Solomon crane + buck gordon

dog tracy, the quizzler, librarian fitzhume

ignus ferric and velma von venkman

gretta darkkettle and duncan grimwater

judge veg, the quake charmer, copy qhat

zander is here alone

vanitus is also here alone

qhat lady and dynt

killer krok, stallion quartermane, the bantam,

baba yaga and maulwurf von trap

shadoe, tarrak hadfield, jaki whisperwind, duck savage, qismah shasa,

dasein, sandiago, ione virga

[stormbreaker101]

u gotta tell us about mark moonfisher. how'd his arc differ from his canon counterpart? how's his personality different?

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED.

So, in Corrupted Spiral, Karamelle goes mad off the rails before its story can begin. My main wizard Nora, spurred into a years-in-the-making breakdown by the prophecy of "You have Nothing to fear", lashed out against the Spiral and released a ton of Aberrant magic. The Aberrant magic that struck Karamelle was Aberrant Storm, which churned constant storms that threaten to erode the mountains and flood the lowlands.

With Karamelle thrown into crisis and Nora gone, the Schismists' Summit is unable to proceed as planned. So instead, the Old One offers his forces as 'humanitarian aid' for the people of Karamelle that are unable to emigrate to safer lands. The Schismists, Mark included, very quickly become a not-so-secret police force to keep the remnants of Karamelle under Nana's and the Old One's thumbs.

Mark doesn't begin any sort of arc until Nora returns to try and fix the consequences of her meltdown 2 years later. He has his moment of 'I'm gonna be the one who finally stops the Wizard!' and keeps trying to egg her on to fight him. He's still very cocky and over the top like "You're just not fighting me cuz you're scared you're gonna lose" and "I can 1v1 you easily, you're outta practice, granny!" (Nora is only 24 and Mark is like... no older than 18 here). Nora eventually reluctantly agrees to fight him just to get him to stop asking her, and she absolutely schools him, even while holding back.

This, of course, crushes Mark. He's been in the Schismists for a few years now, and throughout his time he had constantly heard rumor of The Wizard. How dangerous they were, how they were a harbinger for so much destruction, how they represent everything wrong with the Spiral. (Reader, let me be perfectly clear: this is propaganda.) Mark, young and bright-eyed and a bit of a loner, believed that if he were to defeat the Wizard, then he'd finally have some sort of standing! He could get a promotion! From a basic grunt to a Boss, on the same level as Doctor Demented, Poison Oak, or Gretta Darkkettle! He could have underlings, who'd be forced to be his friends! A cool new name, like... King Shark or something! His life could mean something!

So, that sounds fairly similar to his canon arc. Absolutely wiped by the Wizard, our pathetic boy works to try and finally defeat us (failing every time). So what changes?

A near death experience, of course :D

Alongside basically being the new cops of Karamelle, the Schismists also make themselves responsible for keeping the plutarchs of Karamelle who refused to leave comfortable. These overprivileged 1%'ers reside in the von Trap estate, above the clouds and safe from both rain and flood, but not safe from monsters.

See, one fun little consequence of Nora fleeing the Spiral and then coming back is that while she was gone she kinda accidentally led a semi-conscious realm of infinite hunger (the Abyss) to the Spiral :D And the creatures from the Abyss hunger for flesh and fear. The soft plutarchs who had never done a single day of honest work or ever had any worry beyond accruing capital are basically the most tender of meat to the Abyss.

It's a damn slaughter, and Mark (who was assigned to the von Trap estate one day along with the rest of Quake Charmer's cohort) was one of the only survivors in the manor :D So he's got a new objective, one that trumps his desire to beat the Wizard: survive. He flees the estate and goes back to the lower towns, where Nora's helping the lower class folk evacuate so they don't also fall prey to the Abyss. Mark decides to slip into the crowd and just go with them to wherever they end up. He'll... beat the Wizard later. Another day. When he's stronger. Right now he's a bit too weak. (Bit too traumatized. :P)

The Karamellians are directed to Grizzleheim, which is doing rather well thanks to earlier efforts in undoing Nora's Aberrant magic there. They settle the town of Drostein just north of Savarstaad pass (with King Valgard's blessing), and try to find a new normal, one without any of the cruelty of the poverty that NOFKD imposed on them, or the surveillance state the Schismists put them through.

Mark also has a chance to soften up and find a new normal with the Drostenians, though of course he does have to balance his allegiances. Is he still a Schismist? Can he soften up and just be some guy again, or should he remain a loyal grunt despite not having a boss? The Quizzler is there too, are they his new boss now?

Choices, choices...

At least there's some other big important Wizard who actually wants to brawl with him whenever she comes around :D. It's kinda fun to roughhouse with this... Nordic Champion, Emma whatshisface. Mark still gets absolutely schooled, but Emma's a surprisingly good sport about it! Up for rematches and the like, and actually responds to his shittalk with jabs of her own! Mark has maybe one single friend.

[harmonictornadosiren]

I honestly liked most of the arc 4 ones. Quake charmer sticks in my mind as super flavorful, dream belloq is my favorite fight just to stick it to that awful elephant, the hostage situation in wallaru felt like a more fun way to punish aoes.

I think the worst one was the writer side quest in lemuria. Constant confusion sucks to strategize around.

To my fellow "Casual" wiz players, I have a question:

Are there any cheating bosses that you found ENJOYABLE to fight? I know some of y'all might not mind any cheating bosses point blank, but i know a good amount of us more "casual"/in-it-for-the-lore-and-characters players find it more annoying/occur too often/takes us out of the game/etc.

BUT, if there are any cheating bosses that you found enjoyable or more engaging for any reason- could be the cheats fit the character you're dueling, or where fun/not too difficult to figure out/didn't require you to dissect the list of cheats on the wiki for like 20 minutes, etc- let me know and i will pass it along to the design team!

Thank y'all!

[steve-brules-rules]

I got the terrible idea to torture myself with some video editing on that previous video lololol BUT IT TURNED OUT SUPER CUTE

(Filegarden link here to the 60fps version if ur interested. It's so pretty hehe)

[master-of-myth]

Why did it just dawn on me that (from appearance) Quake Charmer is one of those Polish/Tophat Chickens? Well he looks like one anyway... Maybe they just didn't want to give him eyes? 🤔👀

[extravalgant]

Im jealous of rat... he has the pretty dress, he has the shiny finger gems... I always wanted a wand like that ever since I fought him. He a pretty boy!

i would actually KILL for a wand like rat's.... they could even reuse the same casting animation for it on the wizard i wouldnt even care (i think they do reuse some animations for certain wands though)

GUESS ITD BE A LITTLE TOO HARD.... that or they simply dont want to omg

[stormbreaker101]

I was trying to say the exact opposite of that.

We can NEVER know the Old One's true intentions and feelings now that he's dead.

We can see what his followers (primarily Maulwurf, as I said in the tags, but also Quake Charmer, Copy Qhat, and Judge Veg) say about him. And we can also see all the horrors that he had done.

The Old One was a man of influence and charisma. He gained a commanding foothold in the shards of the Schismists that remained after the Wizard tore through the majority of the Schismists' leaders in Mirage and Empyrea. Of course his followers would try to paint him in a more benevolent light than he deserves.

We need to be conscious of the different opinions people hold for the Old One, and WHY they have those opinions. What perspectives are they coming from? Are they a Schismist, someone that the Old One would try to be in the good graces of? Are they a Lemurian, someone the Old One would have tried to be a false god for, someone that he had caused such generational trauma for? Are they someone outside this dichotomy, and if so, where are they coming from?

We cannot just take Maulwurf's words as truth, even though he is supposed to be our ally and he is the face we'll see the most of.

<Wizard101 Lemuria spoilers>

I find it a really interesting decision from a storytelling perspective to introduce such a genuinely evil character in the Old One, a character that I think might actually be the most evil entity we’ve encountered in the spiral up to this point, and then just immediately kill him off.

Everything we learn about him in Lemuria is in the past tense. We learn about his genocides, his experiments on people, the worlds he’s torn apart for his own sick amusement, in the context of the impacts he’s had on the people he’s touched. We never really meet him, and the longer you progress, the more you realize you never would ever want to.

Idk, I’ve never seen a piece of media do that with a villainous character before. Usually when we get memories of a character that’s gone, it’s because they’re being lauded and fondly remembered. It’s in memoriam. With the Old One, everyone who’s been touched by him has been impacted, but it’s all consequences of his narcissism, lack of respect for life, and desire to reunite the first world at all costs. He’s just such an interesting character I could talk about him for hours, and we only get to see him in the flesh for like 3 dialogue lines total

[hermesserpent-stuff]

You know how in your Spider Nephew AU Fic you mentioned how the Enforcers helped a local dinner with a gang?? I wouldn't mind a one-shot of that.

Music of choice is number 31

This is from my 2021 spotify wrap up! Since the number had been chosen before. But i loved being able to explore this scene thats been rolling around in the background. Thank you!!

Tw: violence

Montana walks with a bit of a bounce in his step. He had just recently found a place that served a great mix of Korean and Southern food that reminded him of his younger years. It is a small hole in the wall, but he found himself eating there at least once a week. Dan and Ox had noticed his improved mood and insisted that he spill the beans on what had him smiling. 

Upon learning about the restaurant, Ox had given him a small pleading look that had Montana inviting both of them to join him. Which brings him to this moment, walking down the street and whistling. Dan looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Montana feels no shame and instead shoots his right hand man a lazy grin. He places his hands into his pockets and whistles some more.

He steps into the restaurant and shoots one of the owners a grin.

“Howdy Miss Martha, hows it goin’?”

“Just swell. Who are these sweethearts you’ve brough with you?”

“My partners. Dan and Ox. I told them y’all had the best food in the state.”

“Oh hush you charmer. You’ll get no where with your flattery.”

She says with a teasing smile while reaching out and tugging on his hat. Montana lets her. She reminds him of his ma. Cooks as good as her too. 

“Why dont you boys get seated and Jung will come help you in a minute?”

Martha says while handing over three menus. Montana takes them with a nod. 

“Thank you ma’am.”

He tips his hat and she waves him off with a smile. They sit in a back booth and slowly relax. Montana hangs his hat on the hook attached to the wall. Dan follows his lead, hanging his bowler. 

“I can see why you like it here bossman. Its friendly.”

Dan tilts his head and relaxes.

“Light.”

Ox says, resting his chin in his hand. Montana nods in agreement.

“Its like bein’ home. If only for a bit.”

Montana says whisfully. Dan gently puts a hand on his arm. Montana lets out a small hum. Then he turns their attention to the menus. Jung comes over with a bright grin, giving Montana a friendly shoulder squeeze.

“How are you doin’ sonny?”

“Just fine. And you?”

“Im good.”

They order and chat quietly amongst themselves. They chat about nothing important, simply enjoying eachothers company. Their food comes and Montana smiles at the familiar foods. Grits, bacon, and the best french toast you could get in the state of New York. Along with the best coffee that takes Montana right back to early mornings in the Smoky Mountains.

Unfortunately they are interrupted by a commotion at the front of the restaurant. A group of five, who Martha had greeted have guns pulled on the woman. Montana takes a breath to analyse the situation. All had matching blue bandana’s tied around their upper arm. A gang of sorts. Martha looks genuinely scared. Jung must be in the kitchen. Montana hears the gang demand money and he stands, more than a little irritated that some one dared come and threaten his favorite restaurant.

“Your money for protection! Unless your deaf as well as ugly.”

The man, presumably the leader, bites out at Martha. Montana speaks as he takes steps forwards, slipping out a knife to sit hidden in his hand.

“Now thats no way to speak to a lady.”

“Stay out of this. This isnt your business cowboy!”

Oh such powerful insult. Montana’s quaking. He can sense his partners rising behind him.

“Imma give you one chance to turn tail and skedaddle.”

“Or what? Your bumbkin *ss gonna hit us with tractor? Or a horse?”

Stupid and rude. What a shame. The leader points his gun at Montana and the cowboy acts, throwing his knife with deadly accuracy to hit the hand holding the gun, causing the leader to drop it. Dan dashes forwards spinning and kicking the man down. Montana and Ox are right behind him, quickly removing the guns from play. Montana ends up cracking a chair over one of the gang member’s head while Ox throws two into an empty booth, knocking them out cold. Montana sucker punches a fourth, and Dan holds up the now bloodied leader by the collar. Dan gives the man a firm shake and then tosses him to Ox who wraps his arms around him and squeezes. Montana picks up his knife and then leans into the leaders space.

“I think you should have taken my offer. See, I aint some no name squirt like you are. And this aint just some restaurant you can force into payin’ for a protection racket. I know for sure you aint workin’ in the Big Man’s employ for this job. And I know he aint gonna be happy with welps like you over steppin’. If it weren’t for my severe distaste for cleaning guts off of floors, I wouldnt let you walk. But I dont want to create more problems for the fine folks of this here establishment. So. Heres my counter offer to your feeble offer. Leave. Not just the city but the state. I catch a whiff of your stinkin’ hide,” Montana flips his knife and lets his eyes grow deadly, “Well, I suppose your imagination can do the rest.”

The man swallows and slowly nods. The others seem to be coming around and Montana takes a step back. And then punches the guy in the face breaking his nose.

“A reminder.”

Montana says, ice filling his voice. Ox lets the leader go and the gang slowly scrambles out. Montana turns and leans against the front counter. Martha is there, clutching hands with her husband Jung. Montana lets the ice fall and runs a hand through his hair.

“Sorry for the mess. I dont suppose you’ll let me come back if I offer to cover it?”

Montana is genuinely worried that he’ll be kicked out of one of his few sanctuaries. Martha slowly blinks, takes a breath, and then steps forwards.

“You and your boys just saved our lives. You dont need to pay for nothin’. We can clean things up, no sweat. You did a kind thing sugar. Now hows about pie?”

Montana relaxes at the friendly tone. Jung steps forward and smiles.

“I think you deserve a full pie. Not just a slice.”

Montana smiles. He helps clean up the restaurant a little with his partners despite the protests of the owners. Martha finally gives up and settles for hugging each of them in turn while Jung goes and grabs the pie. 

[the-scandalorian]

‘Been busy all day but I finally wanted to drop some spicy Monster!Din headcanons down into ur ask box. (I am not responsible for how absolutely feral Monster!Din has made me-)

Just imagine Din slowly watching you from outside your window. You’ve caught him out of the corner of your eye a few times and he’s always gone by time you open your door, but you wanted tonight to be different.

The rain outside is near torrential, and he longs for the warmth you’d bring him. The fire inside your cabin is blazing, and a cast iron pot rests atop the licking flames. You somehow manage to catch Mando out of the corner of your eye, either you’re an observant type or he’s sloppy. And somehow, being the little charmer you are, you coax him inside. You invite him to warm up and eat. He’s hesitant but eventually accepts your invitation. You don’t know how but you both end up a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. Din is lapping at your neck and chest with his inhumanly long tongue. It laves at your nipples, occasionally retracting to let jagged teeth bite and know on your flesh. He’s marking you, scenting you, so everyone knows that you belong to the mandalorian. His black eyes stare up at you. Two obsidian pools that make you feel as if your drowning in him. Din thrusts his fingers into you. Your sobbing and quaking as he tries to rip another orgasm from you. “That’s it, mesh’la~” He croons into the side of you neck. You’re both fully bear on the rug in front of your fireplace. Din inserts another finger into you and you quake. His hands are black. A menacing charcoal that slips up his forearms, fading into the golden skin he first revealed to you earlier that night. The color matches the dark markings on his back. A reflection of his spinal cord traced up his skin.

okay apologies for holding onto this for a hot minute, i wanted to read it a few times because

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i loveee so much about this--the vibes with the rain and the fireplace and talk about sexy with the marking and possessiveness!!

the part that had me like 😱😍 was those last few lines especially. i haven't played around with the details of his monster form in a while but i loveee the idea of his spinal cord reflected on his skin. that just sounds so fucking cool??

so now you got me thinking 👀

thank you so much for sharing! please feel free to drop by with more any time!!

always always open to monster!din thoughts 🖤