#ship: mucky

[dogstarmoonheart]

Im pissed here ⬇️ This is a rant made mid-rage

written after an encounter with one of those bloggers who hate everything that isn’t canon and dislikes Wolfstar and throws up from the thought of Jegulus (?).

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First of all, there are a lot of tropes I don't really like and that I don't take part of. I, for one, like my Lupin awkward and scrawny, not like a cool casanova. I struggle to see the beauty of making Regulus all soft and dovy, as his personality from the start has been based on the fact that he's cold, hurt and uptight. I have never read Y/N as I feel conflicted with the arrangement. WITH THAT SAID, I feel no bloody need to point out, complain or talk poorly about those who do enjoy these things.

I'm a big jily fan. I was 13 (isch??) when I entered the fandom and back then “jegulus” wasn’t a thing. (I've grown to enjoy the "jegulus ship" though, and some of my favorite fics are jegulus-centered.)

I get people being like:

“huh jegulus? how would that even???”

and I also get people who hold onto jily like a life jacket.

BUT for the love of the gods, that doesn't mean people need to be such c*nts.

“This fandom has gotten out of hand”

“I don’t like it when people make ships that aren’t canon” (????? why are you here then?????)

and also people who are so butt-hurt bc. of adaptions and interpretations, like??? what do you think a fandom does???

“That character would never act like that” DO YOU FUCKING KNOW THEM PERSONALLY??

“that’s not realistic at all” your mom’s not realistic at all.

“rosekiller is so offensive” YOU ARE OFFENSIVE

you’re literally 40 go AWAY.

If you want it to be 100% accurate to the books, read. the. fucking. books??????

I’m not speaking for those who change a character to unrecognition, but I stumble upon people who are still mad about Wolfstar??? And it pisses me off dawg. It pisses me off.

Don’t attack people who enjoy non-canon queerness or a cool Remus Lupin or (gods forbid) a kind ratboy (you know he’s my everything)

Kindly piss off Karen (of course not if ur lovely, and happen to be named Karen, you stay right where you are <3)

Sorry, I had to get that out of mi system. Just think it’s bollocks that people can’t just sit back and shut up.

FYI: This house (blog) is safe to all and I hope ye kno’ that nasty hags are just hiding their weird ass values behind the statement “it’s not canon”. They themselves are mucky. They are a bad joke with a borin' punchline ;)

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I wanted to share this cuz even if it might not make complete sense (as I wrote it in fury at 3 am) it’s a good enough reminder that yeh should stay gay, stay loud, and keep making old angry people mad. Ship weird shit and idk..make James an emo just to piss somebody off, who gives a shit.

kisses my sweets

[clonemando]

Haunted Clone Week

Written for the Day 1 prompt: Dark between the Stars

@clonefandomevents

AO3 version here

Ponds is left abandoned in space after he is shot but that doesn't mean he's dead.

Ponds wasn’t dead. He should have been seeing as he had been shot in his head and then spaced. But somehow he wasn’t dead. The pain had been intense but then the cold had numbed it until it faded away. The burning of lungs without oxygen had done the same. He knew, logically, that without a pressurized suit he should have imploded or something but instead he just… drifted. Between specs of light he knew were lightyears away. He only felt cold and numb and… empty. 

He had so much he had wanted to do still. He had a letter in his bunk that was unaddressed that still needed to be left on a certain other Commander’s desk. He had a little blue and white stuffed tooka doll that had carefully sewn jaig eyes on its forehead he had wanted to give to Rex. He had a tin of specialty caff he had forgotten to tell his General about that was supposedly both tasty and good for helping headaches. So much was left behind and all he could do was think about how now he’ll never get the chance. 

It could have been minutes or days or years as Ponds drifted through space with his path fueled only by the momentum caused by being forcefully ejected from the ship and the gravitational pull of the nearest stars. He wondered if this was what death was. Was it your consciousness existing in your body even when all life in it was gone? Would he be trapped like this for the millions of years it took for his body to eventually get dragged into a star until he burnt away? Would he keep existing even then? Were stars filled with the souls of all they had devoured all watching without any way to cry out or be seen? 

Another lifetime or just a few more minutes passed. The darkness around him seemed to cradle him like he was in some sort of dark water. It reminded him of being in a bacta tank and then it dug deeper and brought back memories he didn’t know he had of being in a tube floating in a warm thick fluid. It made him think of the first time he swam in one of the many irrigation channels on Kamino that caught rain water and funneled it into basins where the water could be purified into something drinkable for humanoid species. He had always loved the water. Cody had suggested they call him fish or frog but it had been Fox that came up with the name he kept. Ponds. It had been a joke. Something about how he was always calm when the rest of them weren’t and his love of water and something about mud had been brought up but he had liked it. He wanted to be a place his brothers felt at peace and safe. He liked the idea of being a little messy but full of life and surprises. Not as mucky as a swamp, not as grand as a lake. Just a little pond. 

He missed his family. He missed Wolffe’s gruff love and Cody’s warm hugs and Fox’s sharp wit. He missed Bly running his fingers through his hair when he would rest his head on his brother’s thigh while Bly was working on a training module. How long has it been? Did they remember him? Did they cry over him dying? Bly definitely would have cried. Wolffe likely would have needed to punch something until all the feelings went away. Bly didn’t know how Cody would have reacted to the news. At this point so many of them had died, was Cody already numb to losing their brothers? Fox probably was. He had already told them how hard it was on triple zero and how fast they went through troops because the senators wanted them decommissioned any time they messed up. They all supported him the best they could but it was hard being so far away. 

The darkness was growing. Ponds had been staring at the same little speck of light now for ages and it was getting dimmer. There was nothing else to do by this point. He had given up on trying to figure out why he was aware and he had gotten bored of hypotheticals on how his brothers were reacting to things. He had been trying to figure out where he was based on what he could see and what he had known about where they had been headed. He was pretty sure the light he was looking at was near Coruscant or in that same direction… maybe. It was hard to tell. He really was just in empty space. No planets close enough to make out. No stars close enough to be more than a distant dot. He started doing calculations on how long it would take for light from Coruscant to reach where he thought he might be on a galactic map and then subtracting that from the timeline he knew from galactic history to try to figure out when the light he was seeing might have been from. 

Cody had always said he was a nerd. He liked math and equations and filling out data forms. He liked puzzles that could be solved and hard facts that added up nicely. He was proud of his scores in astrophysics. If his numbers were right then he was looking at Coruscant back before the cities were even first built. It would still have oceans at this point. If he could zoom in his eyes to see it in detail instead of just a white flickering dot, he might even be able to see land there. He remembered learning that the Taung had lived there first… those who would create the Mandalorians… would they still have been the primary species? It might have been from even before them. 

A ship suddenly stopped near Ponds from hyperspace and he felt a tractor beam start tugging his body toward a cargo hatch. His mind had stopped processing things ages ago so he couldn’t remember if he knew this ship or not. It felt familiar.

“I have retrieved the body. The boy didn’t lie about the coordinates. It’s covered in… some sort of inky stuff but I’ll clean it before we arrive back at the temple so it can receive a proper funeral.” A familiar voice said as Ponds’ body was dumped on the floor of the hold. Ponds felt the pain returning and groaned, his body starting to spasm causing the being that dragged him from space to jump back in fear. 

Ponds slowly came back to his mind. He was wrapped in cold but it was comfortable. He slowly moved his fingers and relaxed as they moved as he willed them despite now being the same empty black color as the space he had been left in. 

“You’re supposed to be dead! How are you alive?!” A voice filled with terror said and he looked at them with eyes filled with starlight as their blaster shook from where it was pointed at him. 

“I am dead.” He muttered and ignored it as the being shot him twice when he finally stepped forward. He took the blaster and snapped it in half with his hands like it was nothing but a twig. 

He didn’t know what he was now but it wasn’t living and that meant he couldn’t die. Which was good because he had things to do. 

“I already got shot, I’d like to not be shot anymore. Can you take me to my General Mace Windu?” He asked and grinned when the spacer nodded and ran for the cockpit.

[only-by-the-stars]

How do you keep your sanity amongst all the shipcourse? It gets EXHAUSTING constantly hearing that what you like is Wrong and Bad and you are a Wrong and Bad person as a result. I was actually active for a bit in the BotW fandom before getting driven away because the debates were eating at me too much. I've started participating again, and for the most part I'm glad that I have, but it's really started to grind on me, to the point that I find myself worrying a lot more than I should and questioning if what people are saying is true. You've been doing this longer than I have so I figured you'd understand. I totally get it if you'd rather just ignore this ask to keep the bad vibes away but I'd appreciate any input you might have. This seems like such a nice, fun hobby and it sucks to have all of these mucky feelings around it every time I try to participate or support people who make things I like.

I keep to myself and stay away from ship wars and drama like that, is how. like, I've seen some of what's out there, like on zelda twitter, and it's more than enough to convince me to just stick to tumblr/AO3/smaller Discords and block with impunity and only post stuff in the appropriate tag. my personal policy has always been to not get involved in ship war discourse (back in the day we called it "wank" and honestly? much more fitting term for that crap), and it makes a world of difference, believe me! there's always gonna be trolls and jerks out there in ANY fandom, it's best to just not feed 'em and stay in your little corner with like-minded folks.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hi! If it’s not too much to ask, may I send in another request for Davy Jones in which the reader gets an anxiety attack and turns away from him, refusing for him to see her breakdown? He eventually finds her and he doesn’t leave her side, even after she tells him of what’s going on and he tries his best to reassure her or something?

If not, that’s okay! :)

Hello dear💖, thanks for the request.

Davy Jones x anxious reader🐙🌊

Comfort in an octopus's arms🐙

Summary: Y/n develops a nervous breakdown from a crewmate when Davy confides her in comfort.

warnings: none

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Y/n, a girl who’s trapped beneath the curse of the Flying Dutchman, sat below the sleeping quarters of the barnacle infested room. She trailed her fingers against the water droplets falling upside the wooden planked walls; the droplets ran up her fingers hitting the ceiling of the roof. The crew sleeping in the rotten infested bunks grunted and huffed as they slept. The crew that surrounded y/n were no longer men but beasts that were deformed; barnacles grew from their limbs, face or body. Vicious and cruel those men were, never do they spare the dead nor shed any mercy. Y/n placed her arm next to one of Davys men sleeping next to her; just as expected—Clear and smooth, no barnacles, no coral, no deformed fish skin or scales. Y/n was the biggest mystery of all, Davy had cursed each and every member of his crew but her. As a child y/n had heard the tales of Davy Jones from her own father, the most common being: years ago, a man fell in love with the sea only to be betrayed, now he was a deformed monster that shared no mercy upon those that encounter him.

Truly a sad tale but perhaps with redemption, there would be a possible slight chance he could regain the humanity he lost all those years ago.

Y/n turned to her side counting backwards from 10 until they shall resurface.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2—

1!”

A sudden push of the room shook the sleeping quarters, y/n held onto the side of her bunk bed only to be thrown off. The Flying Dutchman re-surfaced again upon the horizon, the broken, rotten ship sailing back toward it’s proper glory.

Y/n pushed herself from the ground of the cabin, she was covered in sea water and muck. The water droplets coming up from the ceiling soon started to drop down; droplets of water hit y/n’s cheek. The crew awoke with a grunt and sneer, toward the side of the sleeping cabin, a man spat out water looking around. His appearance was somewhat human except, his skin wasn’t fleshy and warm, barnacles were formed on the side of his cheek. He was…lifeless, a lifeless corpse that didn’t need to breath nor eat. His scraggly, wet hair laid all over his shoulders. The clothes he wore were torn and moldy; the lifeless sailor slammed his hand on the wall beside him. A hermit crab was caught within his grasp, raising his hand, he placed the hermit in his mouth with a loud ‘Crunch’.

Y/n cringed at the sight, just the thought of eating a raw, small hermit crab would’ve been awful to taste. “Not much of an early bird, eh? Bootstrap” Y/n smiled.

Y/n and Bootstrap had been somewhat close; “colleagues of the sea” if you had to define their relationship. Y/n and Bootstrap would usually have a game of liars dice now and then, minus the consequences that came with it. Bootstrap had taught y/n all the rules when riding inside the Dutchman, the one thing that caught her mind was the backstory of the captain. Bootstrap wouldn’t give as much information of the captain fearing he may be punished.

“Nah, but better then waking up from too much rum” Bootstrap hoisted himself from the bunk.

Y/n smiled in response; she followed the members of the crew toward the outside onto the main deck. She began to heave a bucket with soggy and mucky water toward the rum pot deckhands on the ship. The upper hand crew held the whips in their hands, their job was to keep the lower souls at bay. Y/n poured the mucky water all over the deck, brushes and rags all scrubbed, cleaning any spot of dirt along the wooden planks. The winds in the skies were holding quite strongly within luck, in y/n’s eyes, she hoped no poor lost soul would come into contact with the Flying Dutchman. On top of the quarter deck, the captain and his first mate looked over the horizon. Y/n turned behind her, she kept her eyes on the captain, thoughts began to plague her mind as she was deep in thought.

“I wonder, what Davy do to turn out this way?”.

“Perhaps was it his cruelty?”.

As y/n dozed off deep in thought, she had backed into a barnacle man with a whip. He was much taller, barnacles and corals covered his eyes. “And wha’ might be your excuse” he growled; sharp, crooked teeth bared his whole mouth. Y/n slowly backed up, her back was placed against a wall “I, I wasn’t supposed to be one of the deckhands sir, I’m just supposed to deliver the water to them.”

The barnacle head bared his teeth, snarling and gnarling at the nervous y/n. Y/n placed her hand over her pistol in-case things got too serious, she did know how to fight but it wasn’t like against the navy or another crew. This was with something inhuman, something monstrous that could y/n in half. Y/n’s fingers were laced over the trigger, her eyes widened to watch what move the barnacle head made next. In response the barnacle head grinned, he dropped the whip and instead grabbed his sword. In one fluid movement he pushed it against y/n’s throat; his face was directly grinning at her. Y/n turned her head away due to the man’s horrible stench, if you had to picture rotten fish sitting out for weeks that’s what it smelt like.

The pistol she held wasn’t close enough within her grasp, the sword pressed against her throat was stopping her from breathing. The air became thin as the barnacle head pushed further and further; her vision was becoming blurry. Y/n had to think fast however it seemed fate had already answered her call. A pistol shot directly into the barnacle heads shoulder; a growl in pain had emerged from the monster. Y/n looked up toward her savoir and long behold it was Davy Jones. Wait—it couldn’t have been him, how could someone as cruel and heartless as Davy someone for the likes as y/n. The captain walked down the steps toward y/n struggling to breath, she turned away from her captain trying to regain her composure. Davy snarled at the crew mate as the Barnacle head stood back. Y/n kept her eyes shut and prayed Davy would just leave her be “Mind tellin’ mah, wha’ in tha’ savan seas as’ goin’ on”.

Y/n pushed herself; she was too worked up trying to calm her hyperventilating down. Davy turned toward y/n however he couldn’t approach her as turned and ran back toward her sleeping quarters.

Davy shouted out “Y/N!” as he followed the girl.

Davy grabbed y/n with his claw hand, his eyes looked deeply into y/n’s, scaring her.

 “Captain I’m so—” she began too deeply breath in and out “Sorry”.

Davy’s tentacles curled and twisted as y/n apologized, he didn’t scream nor laugh at her response. “It was my fault for slacking off, I shouldn’t have been distracted” Y/n tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her fingers rubbed her eyes as they started to become red.

“How embarrassing, how could I cry in front of the most ruthless captain of all time, I’m a failure, I’m a failure, I’m a—” y/n felt soft tentacles curl against her face; reaching to brush her hair away and wiping the tears falling from her eyes. A hand with a long tentacle reaching from his fingers, touched the back of y/n’s coat; the other crab hand held y/n’s head. Y/n was astonished and bewildered, was Davy Jones hugging her, her? a girl that barely spoke to the captain unless given a direct order.

“Ah ain’t as cruel, ah’ thay say” Davy muttered “Yar bah tha onlah’ soul I would sahve’ in thas’ cruel life”.

Y/n realised that Davy perhaps after all this time, ever since she arrived, he had composed or more so regained some humanity toward her.

“Ya ain’t ah failure” he muttered once more.

Y/n in response wrapped her arms around the captains coat, she felt the edging of his tentacles softly touch her cheek. “I, I thank you for this comfort, Davy” y/n muttered.

“If I ad’ mah heart back, I would give it to you” Davy whispered.

Y/n nuzzled her face into Davy’s shoulder, his coat was wet and slimy but she ignored it. It was nice to have someone care for her or at least know of her anxious feeling.

Two members stuck on the Flying Dutchman sharing their pain together, a pain they can endure in a time of solace in each other’s arms.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

[onstoryladders]

mourning dove being endgame would be so boring from a narrative standpoint. like it's not about the ship itself, it's how the writers dealt with it. i get that they're teenagers and whatever so they fight etc but their relationship is just not compelling. they get together just because, they don't share interests, they don't communicate, and they keep lying and putting up a front with each other because they're not comfortable being authentic and vulnerable when they're together. and yes, them breaking up in s3 and then s4 to make up in s5 is “realistic” because in real life that's how things go a lot of the time, but this is a story! and from a narrative perspective this makes no sense because it's just the same stuff recycled and served over and over again with the same resolution. it's lazy and it's boring and it's so much worse than how the other pairings have been written in the show up until now. people can like mock hollandaise sauce all they want because de gustibus non disputandum est, but they can't state that it's well written because it's simply not, and the fact that the number of mucky duck shippers is so small across the fandom should've clued them in. because even in the part of the audience that doesn't ship byler people have steadily been losing interest in m&m's. to quote erica sinclair: just the facts.

[indiekidsau]

Chap. 14-An Influence Unexpected

Hi everyone! Are you ready for some Dadtcher?

Big thanks to my best friend and beta reader @gigilefache for coming up with the title for this chapter! Also give them another round of applause for being my beta reader!

Enjoy!

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It had been raining hard all day. All outdoor school activities were canceled.  Bow Kid was watching the rain trickle down the window and got worried about walking back home to her spaceship. She turned to look at Hat Kid who was chatting with Timmy and Evan about a cartoon they’d been into.

“Psst…Hattie,” Bow Kid whispered, “Hattie!”  

Hat Kid turned around to face her sister.“What is it Bow?”

“Aren’t you worried about the rain?” Bow Kid asked.

Hat Kid looked out the window and saw that the rain was coming down. However, she didn’t seem to mind. “We’ll be fine, Bow. Don’t worry.” She told her sister. Bow sighed knowing how strong the rain was and how far it was to their ship.

The bell rang suddenly. Everyone gathered their stuff and rushed out the door. 

“Have a nice weekend class! See you all Monday morning!” Lucas beamed. Once his class left he sighed, finally able to relax. Looking at the clock he decided he’d go home too and work from the comfort of his own room.

Lucas gathered all his stuff, put on his dark purple jacket, shut off the classroom lights, and left. As he walked out of the school he saw Hat and Bow cross the forest path. Ever since the two girls helped him since his panic attack towards Vanessa he knew the girls lived in the forest in their spaceship. He felt  concerned about them going home in the terrible weather conditions. Looking around he saw most of the kids heading home and decided to check up on Hat and Bow if they made it home safely.

Hat and Bow ran through the rain in hopes to get to their ship before things got worse. However, they didn’t realize how slippery and muddy this route got during the rain. Suddenly, Bow slipped and fell on the mud, it stained her jacket a grimy color.

“Bow! Are you okay?” Hat Kid asked, helping her sister up.

“I’m fine.” Bow Kid replied. Hat Kid tried to help Bow up, but in turn, she fell as well with how slippery the mud is. “I told you I was worried about getting home.” Bow pouted.

“Don’t worry Bow we’ll make it.” Hat Kid reassured her sister. “We’re almost there.” She and Bow got up and kept on running only to feel the earth beneath their feet sinking into the mud. They struggled to pick their feet up, but it was hard as the ground was mucky. Even when they were able to take another step it felt as though the ground was pulling them under.

“Need help?” A masculine voice asked. The girls looked up to see their teacher holding his hand out for them to reach. Bow didn’t hesitate as she grabbed Lucas’s hand and he pulled her from the mud. “Hat?”

Hat Kid looked up and while she was stubborn to keep going she sighed as she took her teacher’s hand as he pulled her from the mud too. “Thank you.” She said, not looking at him.

“You’re welcome,” Lucas replied. “Are you two alright?” He asked.

“We're fine.” Hat Kid answered, crossing her arms. “Why were you following us?” She asked.

Lucas looked up seeing the clouds and the rain pouring down in his face. “With how the weather has been today. I got worried about you two making it home.” He explained. Lucas then looked at the rest of the path the two alien girls had to go through and looked at the girls. “You sure you two can make it the rest of the way there?” He asked. 

“We can make it back fine,” Hat Kid replied.

“Are you sure?” Lucas asked. “It’ll be dangerous if you guys keep on walking.”

“We’ve been through worse before.” Hat Kid stated. “Come on Bow.” She was about to walk on the muddy road again, but Lucas grabbed Hat Kid’s hand before she decided to walk toward danger. “Hey! What gives?” 

“Look, I’m inviting you two to stay at my apartment for the night to get away from the rain,” Lucas said.

Bow Kid gave a smile. “Really?” She asked. Lucas nodded. Bow looked at Hat Kid with a smile, but the latter shook her head.

“It would feel weird staying the night at a teacher’s place,” Hat Kid told Bow. “So I say we find another path and get home.”

“Please Hat? Just for tonight?” Bow Kid asked. “My feet hurt from slipping earlier.” She said with sad pleading eyes.

Hat knew when Bow was making an excuse so she could agree. She was good at finding ways for Hat Kid to get on her side. 

Hat Kid gave a frustrated sigh. “Fine, we’ll go! Only because I know you were lying about your feet hurting and we can go on forever till I believe you!”

Bow Kid cheered and jumped up and down before almost slipping on the wet ground. Luckily, Lucas was there to grab her before she could fall again. “I got ya kiddo.” He said. Bow smiled and the three walked back to the main road and back to the school to Lucas’s car.

Hat Kid sat in the back seat, while Bow sat up in front. Lucas started the car and they drove to his apartment nice and slowly. When the three made it to Lucas’s apartment, they took the elevator to the 3rd floor. Once they made it up and walked to room 3-010, Lucas grabbed his keys from his bag and unlocked the door. “Welcome to my place,” he announced.

The apartment was big, but also incredibly messy. Lucas’s clothes were scattered on the couches and chairs, and books and papers were on tables and less on the shelves.

“You live like this?” Hat Kid asked.

“Hey you live in a spaceship with pillows, toys, and weird machinery. I don’t question how you live,” Lucas replied.

Hat Kid opened her mouth, but she couldn’t think of a good response to a comeback like that. “Well played Mr. Prince. Well played.” 

Mr. Prince smirked. He walked to the coffee table and gathered most of his belongings. “I should mention I don’t get a lot of people to visit me. Don’t worry. I’ll do a little cleaning up if it makes you happy.” He told them.

“Oooh, I can help!” Bow Kid beamed as she dropped her backpack and went over to the table and picked up a few of the books littered on it.

“Thank you, Bow.” Mr. Prince replied. “Hat, do you want to help?” He asked.

Hat Kid looked at some of the stuff and shrugged. “Why not.” Hat Kid said.  She put her bag next to Bow’s before helping to clean up. Once everything was put away Hat and Bow collapsed on Lucas’s couch and turned on the TV.

Seeing the girls relaxed after that long hour of cleanup, Lucas decided to surprise the girls with something sweet. Opening up the cabinets he grabbed cocoa powder and milk, deciding to make the three hot chocolate. Pouring the milk into a pot he let it warm up as he put spoonfuls of cocoa powder into the cups.

Once the milk was warm, Lucas poured the milk into the cups and mixed the cocoa before topping it with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles. He put the cups on the tray, bringing the tray over to the girls. “Would you two like some Hot Chocolate?” He asked.

“Yes please!” Hat and Bow exclaimed at the same time. The two girls grabbed their cups and took a sip of the hot chocolate which tasted sweet and good. Lucas smiled and took a sip out of hot chocolate too. He then heard giggles coming from the girls and looked at them. “What’s so funny?” He asked.

“You have whip cream on your lips!” Bow Kid giggled.

“Like Mu’s mustache!” Hat Kid laughed.

Lucas grabbed his phone and changed the picture to selfie mode to see his whip cream mustache and laughed. However, his laugh was really loud which caused the girls to flinch in fear. Lucas stopped laughing and blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, I've been told my laugh  sounds evil. Can't imagine why, I think it's normal.”

“Honestly, it’s not bad. It gives you more character than just some boring teacher.” Hat Kid said.

Lucas chuckled. “You think I’m boring?” He asked.

Hat Kid shrugged, “Not really. You just teach a boring subject.” 

“History is not that boring!” Lucas defended.

“To me it is,” Hat replied, drinking more of her hot chocolate.

Lucas chuckled and rolled his eyes. He took a sip of his hot chocolate. 

“I don’t think it’s that boring!” Bow exclaimed.

The teacher smiled in response. “Thank you, Bow!” Lucas beamed. “You’ll get extra credit in next Friday’s test!”

Hat Kid almost choked on her hot chocolate, “Wait what? No fair!”

“Maybe I’ll give you extra credit when you respect me,” Lucas replied.

Hat Kid glared as she continued to drink her hot chocolate. Lucas continued to drink as he smirked at the child.

 Lucas's gaze drifted over to the rain. It was starting to let up. However, it still was too dangerous to take the girls home. He looked at the girls who were drawing and watching cartoons.

He decided to check the fridge and see if there was something to make for dinner. There wasn’t anything other than items to make a sandwich, but Lucas was hoping to make something special for the girls.

“Hey, girls!” Lucas shouted.

“Yeah!” Hat Kid and Bow Kid shouted at the same time.

“Would you like me to order some pizza?” Lucas asked.

The girls looked at each other with a smile. “Pizza sounds good! I’ve been wanting more pizza since Mu, Kel, and Aubrey took us to get some a month ago!” Hat Kid exclaimed.

Lucas chuckled. “Well glad I asked. I'm gonna order cheese and pepperoni. Is that alright?”

The girls nodded. “Pepperoni for me!” Hat Kid exclaimed.

“I like both.” Bow Kid added.

Lucas smiled and dialed the number for a local pizza place not far from his apartment. For a bit of surprise, he added some cheese breadsticks on the side.

It took about 10 minutes but the pizza arrived hot and fresh. Lucas tipped the delivery man and put the pizza on the kitchen table. Once he did, Lucas grabbed some paper plates and laid them out. “Girls, pizza's here!” Lucas yelled.

Hat and Bow stopped what they were doing and sat down at the kitchen table. Lucas opened up the boxes of pizza and the two girls took two slices. “Hey, Mr. Prince. What’s in the small box?” Bow Kid asked.

Lucas smiled and opened the small box presenting the cheese sticks. Hat and Bow’s eyes widened in surprise seeing the breadsticks. “Take one,” Lucas said. However, instead of taking one they took two as well and started to feast on the cheesy goodness. Lucas smiled and took a piece of the cheese bread before taking a bite. “Hey, I got an idea?”

“What is it?” Hat Kid asked in between bites of her pizza.

“How about we watch a movie while we eat,” Lucas suggested.

Hat Kid and Bow Kid looked at each other with a smile. “That sounds like an amazing idea!” Bow Kid exclaimed.

“I’ll find a movie and let’s head to the living room,” Lucas commanded. Hat and Bow smiled and grabbed their plates before heading back to the living room. Lucas went to his streaming app and turned on a family movie that the girls would love.

The girls enjoyed the movie laughing and even crying when the main character’s best friend died but was brought back to life. Lucas smiled seeing the kids enjoy the movie as it was one of his favorites growing up.

Once the movie ended, Lucas saw it had finally stopped raining, and still it was too risky to take the girls home and he decided to let them stay the night. He shut off the TV and went over to grab a blanket and a few extra pillows and laid them on the couch.

“Alright, it’s getting late! You two need your rest and I’ll take you home tomorrow morning.” Lucas told them.

Hat and Bow nodded and removed their accessories before lying down on the couch with the blankets wrapped around them. “Night! Mr. Prince. Thank you for everything.” Bow Kid whispered before letting out a yawn and closing her eyes.

“Yeah. Thank you.” Hat Kid added as she closed her eyes.

Lucas smiled. “Anytime.” He said. Once he saw the girls were fast asleep. He quickly went to his room and shut the door. “Alright. Now time for business.” He whispered.  Lucas went to his desk and grabbed the book and turned it to the page he last read.

The book itself was about how to break curses and he was looking for the specific spell that would break his curse. After going through the book and finding nothing he picked up another book and went through that one. He glossed through books for almost two hours before he heard the door open.  Lucas stopped what he was doing and turned to see Hat Kid, wide awake.

“Oh, kiddo! Why are you still up?” Lucas asked.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Hat Kid replied. “Can I stay here and talk?”

“Sure,” Lucas answered.

Hat Kid crawled up on Lucas’s bed and looked over to see all the books lying on his desk. “Guessing you're finding out how to break that curse, huh?”

Lucas sighed. “I’ve been trying to find a cure or something for me to control it.” He explained. “But none of these books have what I’m looking for!”

Hat Kid frowned, feeling bad for her teacher. She didn’t know how to comfort him because how can you say everything is alright or cheer up anyone in this situation? “Sorry.” Hat Kid apologized. Lucas turned to Hat Kid, “I would say something to cheer you up, but I can’t.”

Lucas got up from his chair and went over to the young girl. “Hey. Hey, it’s alright.” He shushed her. “It’s not your fault, in fact, you talking with me helps a little.”

“Really?” Hat Kid asked.

Lucas nodded. “Really.”

Hat Kid sniffles feeling like she was about to cry. Lucas then ruffled her hair. “To thank you. I will give you that extra credit on next Friday’s test.”

Hat Kid gasped and in reply, she tackled Lucas into a hug causing him to fall. “Thank you! Thank you!” She cheered.

Lucas chuckled. “No problem.” He said. Hat Kid giggled before letting out a yawn. Lucas gave a smile and picked up the young girl. “Tired now, huh?”

Hat Kid nodded. Lucas then walked back to the couch and laid Hat Kid down and put the blanket over her. “Mr. Prince.” Hat Kid said.

“What do you need kiddo?” Lucas asked.

“Is this how parents treat kids? We never had parents. Ours left us at a young age so we never experienced something like this, but I heard about it in stories and from the other kids who got to meet their parents.” Hat Kid asked.

Lucas stopped and frowned. He didn’t know how to respond to such a question. Peck, wasn’t sure if Hat Kid was half asleep and was just saying things on a whim. “If anytime you or Bow feel lonely you're welcome to stay the night at my place.”

Hat Kid smiled and laid back down. “Thank you.” With that Hat Kid closed her eyes and fell asleep. Lucas smiled and turned off the lights before going back to his room.

While reading Lucas saw his hands starting to change. With a sigh he just accepted it, closed the book, and waited for the rest of the transformation to happen.

At 7:30 in the morning, Bow was the first to wake up. She saw light appearing from the window and opened it to see all the clouds had disappeared and it was a bright sunny day. 

The sunlight flashed in Hat Kid’s eyes causing her to wake up. “Is it daylight already?” She groaned.

“Yep! And it’s a clear blue sky day!” Bow Kid beamed.

Those words got Hat Kid up from the couch and looked out the window herself. The two girls smiled and went over to get Lucas. “Mr. Prince! Mr. Prince!” They repeated. They opened the door to his room only to see him in his ghostly form asleep. The two looked at each other with a frown on their face and closed the door. 

“Come on, Bow,” Hat Kid said. She grabbed her hat and backpack and was ready to go out the door.

“Wait, Hat!” Bow Kid shouted. Hat Kid paused as she saw Bow go back to the coffee table and find a piece of paper and a pen. Once she found them, she started to handwrite a note for their teacher. Hat Kid walked over and saw what Bow was writing, when the latter was done she handed Hat Kid the paper. “Your turn to sign.”

Hat Kid read through the note and soon she signed it with her signature before putting the note on the table where Lucas could find it before leaving the apartment and locking the door.

A few hours passed, and Lucas was now back in his regular form but at the cost of his clothes and hair being messy and frizzy. He let out a yawn and stretched, feeling his back crack. “Ah!” He shouted. “Great.”

Lucas got out of bed knowing he had to take the girls back home. Once he got out of the room he saw the girls gone, but a note was left on the table. 

Good morning Mr. Prince!

Thank you for everything! That was fun! I hope we can do it again sometime! If we do, can we invite the rest of our class like Sunny, Aubrey, and Mu I’m sure they’ll love it! Anyways enjoy your weekend!

Bow Kid and Hat Kid!

P.S.: Thanks for the talk, Mr. Prince! I enjoyed it.- H.K

Lucas smiled glad he was able to make it special for two little girls.

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Fun Fact: I wrote most of this while during my trip to Disneyland! I need something to do when the lines are long or waiting for a parade or fireworks.

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A COURT OF FEY & FLOWERS EPISODE 5 liveblog!!!!!!

EMILY AND LOU RIGHT OFF THE BAT LMAOO

thank u for the wink sound effect in post

IT'S NOT QUITE A BLUSH

emily's joy gives me joy

HOB GRABBING A WHOLE TABLEFUL OF POTIONS

omar is such a fun player omg he knew full well that was poison and did it anyways

i now ship suntar and chirp let's go can they interact in this ep

"just a big ol mess"

OMG NPC ART

SQUAK WHAT

what a smooth talker

emily brought her dice superstition to the whole party 😭😭😭

andhera is the sweetest bestest boy

SURENA'S FUCKING NAT 20S

the court of craft???? 👀

god so many coming out allegories this season

MORE SMITTEN THAN BEFORE BY AN ORDER OF MAGNITUDE

hhhhhhhhh i am Yelling

GRABALBA ART

oh my god hob doing this identify the SCIENCE way

"we can talk about that later" HAHAHA BINX

OH MY GOD RUN THE TAPE BACK *WITH ECHO* LMAOO

SUNTAR ART OMG SHE'S GORGEOUS

THERE'S 2 PEOPLE LOOKING FOR CHIRP

lmaooo "my work is done"

the way aabria feeds emily's insane character choices <3

IS PRINCE APOLLO KIND OF STUPID

"let's... hit 'em"

mucky 🥺🥺🥺

"that's hot" brennan sir you are correct

hey aabria that math was hot

everyone agreeing that andhera is so hot right now is so right

OOOOH BURNING THIS TOKEN BRINGS REPERCUSSIONS TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH LADY CHIRP

oh my GOD the meeting at the center of the maze,,,, genius

YEEEEAHHHH ANDHERA

BRENNAN'S PLAN HOOOOLY SHIT

SQUAK STIRRING SHIT UP

what is his PLAY giving hob inspiration but incapacitating the rest of the gobs....

BONUS RUMOUR PHASE

YEEEEAHHHHHH COUNTERSPELLLLLL LOU YOU ARE SO BIG BRAINED

LOU GODDAMN WILSON

GWYN AND BINX HAVE THE SAME EYEEESSSS

ANDHERA OH WOWWW

just passing the box of doom around the table 😭😭😭

oscar and surena clutching each other 😭😭😭

TRULY THE DICE TELL THEIR STORY

ANDHERA GOATED

hANDS TOUCH

AHHHHH BINX CHOPPLEYyYYYyyYYy

god wow

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Meu Amado

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Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)/Fem!OC

“…she had become the center of his galaxy, gravitating to her with a catapulting force that he couldn’t control.”

Post Season 2, before TBOBF Episode 5

Warnings: angst, pining, angsty smut that will probably pull at you heartstrings. This is definitely 18+ NSFW. Read at your discretion.

A/N: This is my first ever Mando fic. Frankly, I don’t really know where I was going with this. I’ve been working this for a few weeks, did a tremendous amount of research, tweaked it so many times that I lost track, and finally brought it together.. I tried to be as canonically correct as possible, but there are some things that I used my imagination on. I decided to forgo the use of a name for my OC, and there are very few physical descriptions of her, but this is told in 3rd-person. I will have translations at the end as my OC did not learn Basic until later in life (we will pretend that Portuguese is out there somewhere in the Outer Rim). Like, comment and reblog. I would love to hear from you all.

Mando was only gone for a few days, the impending need for credits to keep the two of them fed and on the move looming over him. The Rodian he was hunting was hiding in a backwater planet that was too humid, too mucky, the dense vegetation of the exotic jungle he had trekked too suffocating. He didn’t count with said bounty being surrounded by a whole troop of other pirates that protected him. All he needed was for the guy to go quietly, but the creature spat on the viewplate of his helmet, cursing him and the woman he traveled with, promising that his people would track her and provide her with an irrevent and gruesome death. It was enough to make Mando see red, and within seconds, every single living thing around him was in a bloody heap on the soddened ground, the Darksaber in his hand vibrating in sync with his shaky breaths.

He did need the bounty for the credits, but his need for her was far greater than the breath he was struggling to inhale. Since Grogu’s departure, she had become the center of his galaxy, gravitating to her with a catapulting force that he couldn’t control.

At first, she was a caretaker for his foundling, ensuring the child had the attention he needed while Mando completed his bounty hunting. He watched from afar while she played with his ward, the wide eyes and gleeful smile on his little wrinkled face as she sang little songs and told him stories. How not only she cared for the boy but for him as well, leaving trays of food in the cockpit for him to eat or setting clean clothes in the refresher after his return to the ship, helping him clean his armor or weapons for his next bounty.

Many times she protected the child, keeping him out of harm’s way, and saving Mando’s life once or twice. He patiently taught her how to use a blade, then a blaster, hand-to-hand combat, how to pilot the ship.

She was detailed, precise, always eager to learn with that warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

He had committed her to his memory, his years of complete solitude shattering the day he brought her on board his ship, a fragile little sliver of a thing running from the grasp of the Imperial remnants.

It attracted him, all of it, every single little detail, and he drank it all in like he was in a delirium while desiccated in the deserts of Tatooine.

When Grogu joined the Jedi, she had the chance to leave, to be safe. The Jedi named Skywalker had invited her to become a padawan, that the ‘Force was strong’ with her, but she eloquently declined. She chose to stay with Mando, and it baffled him.

He gave her multiple chances to leave his company, but she always eluded the evident bantha in the room. She was a considerable target, desired by those that wanted to harm him because of his occupation, even more so given the powers she was born with. He didn’t question her though, at least not for a while, as they jumped from planet to planet.

In the course their solitude, she found herself opening up to him, talks of her small extinct village and her home planet that was destroyed, how hard it was to learn Basic when she sought refuge since her village did not teach the common language, how she escaped the grasp of the imperialists, her sensitivity to the force making her a target, her deep love of traveling among the stars. Mando would listen without interrupting her, absorbing all the information, some snippets of her life being known knowledge, others surprised him in a good way.

He took it all in, until he told her about him, a home planet he barely remembered anything about, how he lost his parents, the mandalorians that saved him, his training in the Fighting Corps. He told her of his creed, his beliefs, the fierce protection of family values and children, his love for a child that wasn’t his.

And in the darkness of the night when no one was looking, she’d curled into his side as they rested together in bed, his gloved hand carded softly in her hair while she pressed her forehead to his covered chest. He welcomed the comfort of a warm body after a strenuous hunt, he craved it. He craved her.

The empty words of the dead bounty bothered him, he knew it without a doubt, and as he rushed back to the city in the dead of night, his only thought was getting back to her.

Mando returned to the inn where they had holed up in for the time being, his armor stained with blue blood, his breath heavy, and when he burst through the door of his room, the T of his viewplate searched the space until he was eye-to-eye with end of a blaster.

She was seated at the small dinette in the corner of the room, his remaining weapons positioned around her, one hand flat on the surface while the other pointed a blaster at him, clearly in the middle of cleaning and polishing the armament. Her eyes were wide at his sudden entrance, her posture extremely rigid, but immediately relaxed when she took in his haggard appearance. She set the weapon down and wiped her hands with the rag she had off to the side, and, with seven quiet steps, she was in front of him.

“Criador, why is it that whenever we see each other, you are covered with the blood of another being?” she mused lightly, her accent thick as a smile softened on her features, and a feeling of calm fluttered through him like a blanket of warmth, her Force sensitivity kicking on in soft bursts. She tended not to use the Force in fear of being found, but she would let it blossom around him when he was near.

He remained quiet as he loomed over her, a good two heads taller. He would think that she would be intimidated with how large he looked compared to her small stature, but she never backed away. Quite the complete opposite, and maker, he relished in that feeling.

The removal of his armor was a ritual she had begun to perform after every hunt he returned from, focusing her efforts completely on the Mandalorian since she no longer had to care for the little green child. On a typical day, they exchanged the usual niceties of knowing if there were any injuries, how he needed a long hot shower in the refresher, and where they were headed for the next bounty.

But he didn’t say a word, and she could tell that his mind was elsewhere as she unclipped his utility belt, carefully setting the spear against the wall, the Darksaber and his blaster on the table, followed by the vibroblade hidden in one of his shin guards, carefully pulling the jet pack, his vambraces and the other various pieces of his beskar armor sans the helmet.

She noticed the way his shoulders leveled when she removed the pauldrons, the last of the beskar she was allowed to touch, leaving him only in his flight suit. Her hands caressed the muscles of his covered arms, the touch warm and light, something she found herself doing more often. His chest was still heaving with fast breaths, his helmet following her every move like a predator hunting its prey.

“What has happened, Mando?” she asked him, breaking the tense silence, her voice feeble under his profound gaze.

He whispered her name, the sound coming through the modulator like a little crackle of a noise, and it caught her attention quite fast when his gloved hands swiftly grabbed her elbows, the worn leather tips of the fingers feeling rough on her skin. He startled her, pressing her firmly against his body, molding perfectly to him, and it made her light-headed. All she could do was hold on to the arms she just touched a few moments before. His next words were a contrast to his abrupt actions. “You should’ve gone with the kid. They’re your people too.”

There was a desperate feel to the way he clung to her, one hand flat on her lower back while the other skimmed over her collarbone, up her neck, ending on her cheek, his thumb grazing her lower lip. She couldn’t see his face, but she could sense the unfamiliar stress in his words. It didn’t help the uneasiness that crawled up her spine, her hands venturing to pause over his chest.

She pursed her lips lightly and shook her head against his hand. “No. I made my decision a while ago.”

A heavy sigh blew through his modulator, heavy enough to seep under his helmet and caress her hands. “You could’ve trained to become a Jedi. You would’ve been with the kid.” He was silent for a moment, his head leaning back as if disheartened and she imagined his face, eyes painfully closed. “I have nothing to offer you.”

She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realize she was holding in, her hands grasping his shoulders to ground her, and sensing her desperate attempt, he held her firmly. “Pelas estrelas Mando, you have everything to offer me and more. I would have never seen you again. I could not live with that. Grogu is safe and where he needs to be. I have faith that we will see him again, but I refuse to leave you.” She brought a hand up, the tips of her fingers ghosting the part of his helmet where she thought his lips would be. “I cannot leave you. I will not do it.”

Her hands found purchase on the skin below his cowl, expertly unclipped the fastenings of his cape, and her fingers curving to the back of his neck where she fiddled with the hair that was barely visible there. Stars, she craved his touch like a starved creature, but she wouldn’t push him further than this. He was just as starved as she was, the more they stood in each other’s presence, the more the touches became prominent.

“I don’t have a ship. I can’t promise we’ll have one any time soon,” Mando murmured as the gloved hand on her cheek skirted to the back of her neck, the leather intertwining with her loose hair.

“That is not important. We will find another one soon enough.”

“It won’t be safe.” He softly bumped his metal forehead against hers. “That cursed thing is not safe. There will be others out there looking for me. I can’t have you taking any unnecessary risks.”

She knew what he was referring to, the sword that burned black and made him the ruler of Mandalore. She knew that he hated it, that he didn’t want that responsibility, even more that it was a coveted item among those like him and others that sought the wielding power it prompted. Mando wanted nothing more than to rid himself of it, but the price of removing it from his person was deadly.

“You taught me well. I can take care of myself,” she responded with equal fervor. “Am I worth so little to you that you want me to leave?”

The way he froze to the spot, his body rigid as his silver helmet focused on her, and she could almost envision his eyes widening behind the beskar. Something in him clearly ticked, her question sending him in a downward spiral. He backed her slowly against the wall, his gloves yanked off with hastiness, and he reached over and flipped the light switch, bringing the room into total darkness. Even with the small window in the corner of the room, though covered with flimsy drapes, no natural light was coming in. She blinked at the sudden lack of illumination, adjusting her vision as best as she could, her other senses kicking in on high alert. Every movement around her was heightened, her skin bristling with goosebumps when she felt his bare hand grasp her wrist.

“You are worth more to me than any bounty I’m offered.” It was the first time he took his helmet off with her, the hiss of the mechanism the only sound aside from their heavy breathing, the beskar hitting the floor with a loud thud. “You are worth more than all the galaxies in this universe. You are worth more than the air I breathe. You are everything to me, ner cyare.”

This was new, hearing his smooth baritone, unmodulated, unfiltered, raw. My beloved. She knew that one from her short studies of the Mandalorian dialect. In a few simple words he told her all she needed to know, and it carried so much emotion, like there was a soaring need for him to prove his intentions as he took her hand in his and brought it to his face.

He was warm against her touch, her fingers outlining his jaw delicately, learning the coarseness of his patchy beard, the sharp aquiline shape of his nose, the thick eyebrows over his eyes, the softness of his mop of hair. Her journey ended at his lips, feeling the small mustache that adorned his upper lip, how soft the skin felt when he placed an open-mouthe kiss on her fingers, his tongue licking her flesh. She heard him groan in relief as she relaxed into his embrace, his hands finding refuge on her hips, the fabric of her tunic bunching under his tight fists.

“You have something beautiful within you,” she murmured. “It is hard for some to see, but it is there, and I see it in your tenacity, your passion, your beliefs.”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” There was a quiver in his voice, and he inhaled a deep, shaky breath, the air blowing between her fingers.

She tilted her head to the side, the words unfamiliar, her mind searching for the significance through the minute knowledge she had already gathered from her research. “What does that mean?”

“In it’s literal sense, it translates as ‘I will know you forever’.” His face crept forward, his nose grazing hers, and she felt the muscles of his jaw clench under the pads of her fingers. He hummed a sound of approval, and cleared his throat. “But it means ‘I love you’.”

Her breath was knocked out of her, blocking any further coherent thought, and she did the only thing that continuously repeated in her mind.

She closed the short distance, pressing her lips to his with a chaste kiss. She was wrong, though. She wanted more, so much more.

“I love you, meu amado. I have loved you for a long time now,” she whispered when she pulled back, her hands on his cheeks. She closed her eyes as the tears overflowed, her other senses in overdrive. “There is no one else worthy for me in the universe but you.”

His forehead rested on hers, noses grazing softly. He surged foreword, sealing his lips on hers, a slight urgency to his advances, his arm around her tightening as he plastered her between him and the wall, his other hand roaming through her hair. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and she moaned softly into him, acquiescing to his request.

“I can’t deny this any longer,” he groaned against her lips, and a hand delved lower, cupping her ass, pressing her even closer to him. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

She gasped as she felt a very large bulge pressing against her lower belly, her senses skyrocketing into lightspeed. Mando pulled back, his arms still around her, a light growl emitting from his throat. His hands and mouth were everywhere. Touching, kneading, caressing. She couldn’t keep up with his eager advances.

What started out as something so innocent turned into a passionate frenzy, clothes thrown in various parts of the space, a few pieces of furniture either broken or thrown aside, the room smelling of sex and sweat. The trail of mayhem ended at the foot of the small bed, where they had ventured to in a whirl of their lust-filled fog.

A throaty moan escaped her lips as she mumbled incoherencies, her hands delving in the sweaty tendrils of hair connected to his scalp, a grunt escaping his own lips when she pulled. She was on his lap, grinding her pelvis against his as he filled her to the hilt. She was so full of him, so warm, so complete. He guided her, his hands on her hips, the amount of emotion from him fierce and raw, and she ached for him, ached for his touch. He maneuvered his mouth to her breasts, his lips not breaking contact with her skin, and took one breast in his mouth, sucking and curling his tongue on her nipple and repeated the same assault with her other breast.

“Por favor, não pare.” Her words were foreign, but the way she spoke was a melody that chorused through him. Their ministrations turning sloppy, his hips grinding up into her in a frenzy as he angled his legs for better movement. A slow burning heat forming, creating a despairing need in her, wanting to reach the end result of this fast-moving uphill battle. “I think I… Oh, não pare, não pare.”

“Does that feel good, mesh’la?” He angled his mouth into the hollow of her collarbone as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, her hips matching his with a heated slap of skin. His thumb found her sensitive nerve and pressed down in a circular motion. “One more for me, pretty girl.”

The action coaxed her into throwing her head back with a strangled cry, barreling into yet another star-splitting orgasm. She lost count after her third one when she opened her eyes to the pitch darkness, calling out to him as her walls tightened around his length. His arms around her, he flipped her on her back still sheathed in her. His arms under her knees, she gasped as he thrusted wildly into her warmth, sending him over the edge of his own release.

They laid together in the blackness of the small room after the long hours of their coupling, legs tangled, arms strewn around one another, light graze of her fingers tracing the beads of sweat on his chest, noses lightly touching with how close his face was to hers.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” she whispered in a foggy haze of sleep, rubbing her face against his bicep. “Did I say it right, meu amado?”

Mando grumbled a velvety noise of confirmation that vibrated against her entire body, his lips lingering on the skin on her forehead as he sifted his nose in her hair. In her tiredness, she was using her native tongue more often, he remembered from her stories about her home planet, and though he didn’t understand what she was saying, he knew that it was a term she was using in complete fondness. “Yes you did, mesh’la.”

“It sounds beautiful in mando’a.” She sighed with tired elation when he placed a light kiss on her lips, the small hairs of his mustache that she discovered earlier tickling her nose. “What happened out there?”

“I was ambushed. Had to kill the bounty.” He paused for a moment, as if debating his next words. “He threatened you, and I needed to make an example out of all of them.”

She didn’t flinch at his words, a hum echoing from her as a sign of acknowledgment. “You cannot kill every other bounty because I was threatened, though I value the…” She paused, fumbling with her words. “Que palavra é essa… oh, gesture.”

His soft but calloused hand ventured a trail up and down her side, eliciting nimble tremors down her spine, and he enjoyed her shaky sighs against his skin, the heady breath splaying on the dust of hair on his chest.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice was soft but dubious. Her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder, his arm serving as a warm pillow, his other hand twirling loose strands of her hair as he delved his fingers to massage her scalp.

“Of course I am sure.” She trailed her hand over the expanse of his chest and arms, tracing every scar and blaster burn he had earned over the years of his bounty hunting, committing each little detail to memory. “I am your companion as you are mine.”

“Companion?”

She let out a drowsy giggle. “There is no one in the galaxy with whom I would want to be with if it is not you, Mando. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

His chest tightened, an unbelievable burn surging through him like a tidal wave. In his heart he knew that he was completely and irrevocably hers, in mind, body, and soul, which brought him to his next declaration. “That’s not my name.”

She let out a feathery laugh and shifted her gaze to where his face would be. “We have been traveling together for a long time. I have always called you Mando.”

His lips found her forehead, pressing them to her skin, inhaling deeply, his voice low and meaningful. “That’s not my given name, cyar'ika.”

Realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, her drowsiness forgotten. “Abençoe as estrelas, that is something you do not have to share with me.”

He circled a hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to him, and touched his forehead with hers in a soft bump. “You deserve to know my name.”

“Your name is sacred, and I do not want you to break your creed.”

“I want to give you something sacred of mine, but I cannot give it unless you ask me.” His lips moved to press on her brow, the tip of her nose, and trailed to the corner of her mouth. “I trust you with my life. Ask me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Stars above, she was more in love with him now than she ever was. A smile formed her lips. “What is your name?”

She knew he was returning her smile with one of his own, his lips curving against her cheek, his entire body relaxing.

“Din Djarin.”

She repeated it a few times, testing the syllables carefully, and he keened when she sighed in bliss. “Combina com você. I like it.”

His worries diminished in that very moment, a fickle thought that was cast away and replaced by another that could bind him to her for the rest of their days. “I need to find the armorer.”

“The armorer?”

“Yes, she is the alor, the leader. The covert is no longer hidden in the sewers on Nevarro. I need to ask for her permission,” his response was quiet, but he was almost enlivened, his newfound excitement vibrating through him, enough to warrant her curiosity. She knew who he was referring to, meeting the female only once while running from the imps on Nevarro City.

“You know that I will help you find the covert.” She shifted to lift herself on her elbow, her face over his, “but what do you need her permission for?”

“You are my companion, so it’s logical that you become a part of my aliit and we perform a riduurok.” Din roved his hands to her back, caressing her skin with a tentative touch.

“I do not know those words but they sound really important.” Her free hand roamed up his neck to his face, her fingers and palm fitting to the curve of his cheek, her thumb fiddling with the hairs by the corner of his lips.

“Aliit is family, a clan.” He groaned when she pressed her weight down next to him, the warmth of her enveloping him like a blanket. “I want you in my clan.”

“And the other one? Como você disse isso…” she struggled with the word, drawing out the syllables carefully. “…riduurok?”

Din was hesitant, a sudden fear creeping over him.

“It’s an agreement, a ritual that’s performed among mandalorians,” he measured his words, counting the seconds to find the courage in him to continue. “A marriage bond.”

She stilled against him, her hands pausing on his chest.

“You must know how to surprise uma garota, Din Djarin.” Her breathing elevated as she sat up, her face positioned down to his form.

“The ritual doesn’t need to be performed in front of the covert, but it requires permission when a mandalorian is seeking to bond with someone that doesn’t follow the creed.” He thought that he completely blew it at the mention of what he had planned sketchily in his mind, but when he sat up next to her, she leaned her head on his shoulder, her hand searching for his and intertwining their fingers.

He blew a steady breath out and relaxed. “I need to find them.”

Din felt her thumb and forefinger on his chin, turning his head in her direction, her own chin on his shoulder. “You have not asked me properly.”

His desires were never something that was so close within arms length for him to even remotely compute that he could actually reach out and hold on to it. She was something so delicate and beautiful compared to his deadly demeanor, and she proved to not care of how deadly he truly was.

The thought alone that this woman agreed on her own terms to be his companion, to return his affections with such vigor, and to never shy away from the death and destruction that he trailed behind him, was enough to clear his doubts completely.

She was the one.

“Marry me.”

——

Meu amado - My beloved

Criador - Maker

Pelas estrelas - By the stars

Por favor - please

não pare - don’t stop

Que palavra é essa - what is that word

Abençoe as estrelas - Bless the stars

Combina com você - It suits you

Como você disse isso - how did you say it

uma garota - a girl

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

My MC Headcanons (Zombie Variants)

Drowned Headcanons

• Drowned actually come in two very different (but almost identical looking in most cases) types. The ACTUAL drowned human phenomena and the other being just zombies who were submerged in water for too long. The difference being one is just a zombie infected with the virus that fell into water for a long period, and the other has no connection to the virus and is the wandering soul of humans who died at sea. Scientists have labelled them ‘artificial drowned’ (aka zombies who stay in water too long) and ‘natural drowned’ (aka wandering souls who died at sea).

• Both look strikingly similar, though natural drowned tend to attack with tridents while artificial drowned go the typical zombie route and attack with bites and clawing. Natural drowned are more dangerous since escaping them in a boat only has a 50/50 chance of working since their tridents can capsize small vessels. They are also more likely to stay in parts of the ocean that have treasure chests or sunken ships.

• Artificial drowned are just very moist zombies, and if you removed them from the water they would eventually dry off enough to revert back to normal and not seek out water intentionally. Whereas natural drowned do not, and stay wet no matter their location, though if left in an area with both dry land and water they will willingly return to the water. They almost seem to leak mucky sea water, all from their eyes and mouths. 

Husk Headcanons

• Husks are the result of zombies wandering into incredibly dry dusty climates, such as deserts. Most people confuse husks as being a separate species from zombies since they don’t burn in the sun like all other zombie variants. But what most people also don’t know is that husks ARE just normal zombies. The only real thing separating them is the dust and sand that cover them. 

• Anyone who has spent time in a desert knows how dusty and windy it is. With no trees to curb the wind speed or keep the dirt packed together at the roots deserts have a lot of sand storms. And when regular zombies get caught in these storms they get covered in dust/sand. That thick coating covers them and gives them a brownish yellow tint, and also gives the illusion of added height. Husks aren’t actually taller, they’ve just got a buildup of sand dust all on their heads and in their hair.

• That buildup of dust shields them from the sun and keeps them from burning. If you read my notes on zombies you’ll know they lack the survival instinct to stay out of the sun, so husks just happily wander around in the daylight, ever unaware that they’re one rainstorm (or even just a puddle) away from losing their dusty shield.

• Though some have claimed to see husks actively avoiding water, which brings up the question; are husks self aware enough to realize that the dust covering them is what keeps them from burning? We’re not sure but it’s an interesting theory all the same.

[itzme-thefaust]

faust does writing no way??? just bc i have many thoughts in my brain :333

warnings for uhhh contemplating death and stuff. yeah this is spaceship content. yeah. also for pikmin 3 story spoilers yeah i’m going there again

———

How long had it been laid here? It had to have been a long time, it wasn’t as if it could move anymore; screws had come loose and parts were jammed by mud and rocks and blades of grass, and its key had gotten wedged deep into the mucky dirt. The poor thing twitched and rattled, it was desperate to keep turning, and yet it couldn’t move. The entire ship was unable to move. Its wriggling key beneath the ground was the only thing that made it move at all. The surrounding ambiance of rustling grass and pattering rain felt almost suffocating, that was all it had listened to for what felt like centuries. Nothing else made any noise. It never beeped or whizzed, most of its functions were no longer working. With the large life-form it detected nearby, perhaps that was a good thing. Alerting dangerous fauna of its presence could risk the harm of its captain, should he ever come back. Yet could it be sure any creatures were nearby at all if most of its functions weren’t working? It would prefer to think its area scanning features still would work as intended, but it could no longer be sure. It wasn’t sure of many things at the moment.

All it could do was stare up, and stare up it did.

Up into the cloudy grey sky above it, as the rain water gathered upon its eyes and blurred its optical receptors. Here, it’d done just that since the initial failure of a landing. All it did was stare as the weather gently tore it apart, parts of it being worn down and breaking off from its main body, even its usual blaring alarm if it received major damage was not working. Its damage receptors were still fine - it was in writhing agony, being completely immobilised only worsened the feeling.

…but this had been a long time coming, hadn’t it? The ship was extremely old now. It’d stood proudly by its company since their humble beginnings - oh, back then the Hocotatians loved it - and it always did at least have frequent usage for shipments. It was well aware even the thermostat in the main cockpit didn’t work anymore, it had gained many holes during its time, many parts of it were rusted and crudely patched. It should have been decommissioned and shut down far sooner. It was far too worn. It should have expected something to knock it down a peg and make everything finally end. This was going to happen eventually. But where was the honour in a shutdown alone and crumbled on an unrecognised planet? Was this all it deserved for all the work it did for the company? This company would have never gotten off its own two feet had it not been there! It was practically the face of it all! It was The Hocotate Ship! And what does it get after all of its toil? Abandoned to shut off on its own in the muck and mess of an alien planet. How was this supposed to be fair? It wasn’t fair, not in the slightest. It deserved an honourable death serving its captain, perhaps even the President himself, it didn’t deserve this, it did not want to shut off like this. It can’t shut off like this. Olimar and Louie had to come back for it eventually. How would they go back to their families without it? What would they have done without its support, and upgrades, and advice? Was it really going to be discarded by them after one measly little crash? Questioning everything this way tired it.

The ship was tired.

Incredibly tired, tired of thinking.

The ship was tired of thinking.

It wanted its crew to come back.

It wanted to return home.

[find-the-devil]

V. Wave

All of the ocean’s terror comes from the unknown. The yawn beneath the blue that you can only see with eyes open beneath the surface. Born from the 320 000 or so worldwide drownings each year. It’s that unseen, unheard hand that pulls you by the ankle, the little currents that crawl on sand, sweeps up shell fragments, and small rocks and swells and grows and blooms to steal you away. Those that either keep you among the depths, use your rot to feed or let you float to the topmost waves to be found bloated and sunburned and mutilated. Missing eyes, teeth, skin, hair, fingertips and nails, with innards hanging from a jagged, devoured hole in your abdomen. Whatever seagoer spots you won’t be sure if you’re an errant log in the distance or something once human. He will keep his engine on and leave that mystery with the tides.

What you are now will be at the mercy of the unrelenting strength that ebbs and flows with rhythm and calm. 

Robin never feared the ocean. He’d been one or two times in his late thirties, corralled by the call of bigger things, taller buildings, longer roads, different people, something new. He never learned how to swim. His childhood was spent by the lakeshore. Fishing, canoeing and the like were taught and learned with an intrusive amount of supervision. His grandfather had drowned a week before his birth.

He dipped his feet in the cold water, let the silty sand weave in and out, between his toes, felt the hot sun beat down on his back, accompanied by the pleasant burn that warmed his skin, one that subverted every precaution he took, marked his body with an all encompassing red mark that stung to touch. He’d liked the ocean, for what it’s worth, and the city, with all its vitality and jubilance, but found himself reeled back into the treeline after a few years. 

He hadn’t thought about the beach since he’d left it.

Rob saw waves now in the swaying pines, he watched the rhythm of the breeze on tall-standing leaves and grasses. Bend forward, stand up straight, lean down, snap back up into place, repeat until the wind ceases. There was a movement in the motionless forest and field below, curling eddies of air that flowed through the stalks. Whirlpools disturbed the blades and weeds. That silencing sound, like being told to keep quiet, soothed from afar, without a hand on your shoulder to steady you as you wept. 

He felt water trickling by his feet, soles bare in the soft, damp grass as he stared up into the abyssal sky. He hadn’t wet himself, he’d checked. The water around his ankles was cool, stung his skin as it rose to mid-shin, then fell away, waning into a dark he couldn’t see. The soil on which he stood was not mud, but closer to gritty sand, and the grass seemed to shrink back into the earth from which it grew, shimmying back into whatever seed it had come from. 

He wondered absently for the garden and the house behind him, but watched as the waves lapped at his feet, shimmering like a watery ink under white light. This beacon shone not only in the skies, but smaller, the size of his fist, from a small fishing ship that floated in the ebbing tides on the furthermost edge of the cornfield, just past the forest line, green blades shivering against the metal hull. Its name was written, but unreadable from a distance, faded red paint chipped and illegible. The sound of waves hitting the small boat filled the night, the wind nearly stopped entirely but still a faint, oceanic breeze could be felt against his dewy skin, beads of sweat lining his brow. The corn changed, evolved in front of his wide opened eyes, into some marshland weed growing from the mucky pond floor, water trickling forth from the wall of liquid that seemed to stand of its own volition. 

The tinny boat was unmanned, it creaked and groaned as the tide jostled it, rocking it every which way the waves went, with the gentleness of a cradle rocked by a summer’s warm breeze. It inched closer with the pond’s movements, away from the trees, white light guiding its journey. Rob questioned : what would happen when it reached the edge? Would it fall into the shallow water pooling at his feet, or would it turn back, bouncing off of whatever invisible forcefield kept the pond together?

He felt something move just on top of his feet, a catfish, like those he’d caught as a young boy, perhaps a stray clump of algae. Frigid and slimy, it sent a shiver up his leg that coursed along the length of his spine before fizzling out at the base of his neck and disappearing into his shoulders. An urge flashed through him; swim through the pond weeds, climb inside the boat. The white light in the distance rocked with the wind and waves, hull moaning with the rhythm like that of wheezing breaths.  The floating water’s surface wavered with a breeze, as a quiet hum trembled through the earth, like someone holding a note for as long as their lungs allowed them. It was an all-encompassing song.     

Distantly, a tremendous sound, like an arena shouting and yelling, chanting and urging on their strongest fighter, rang out in the night, from deep within the pines. A noise, like bones breaking and cracking accompanied it, like a fast rattling sound, as if a windchime made of brittle, hollow sticks was shaken by a violent gust of wind.    

The earth trembled and water rippled around his ankles. Vibrations, like that of a struggling diaphragm reverberated through the air as a booming, thunderous noise drew closer with haste and dreadful intent. 

Soon, the moon was obstructed, no longer shining dimly from behind the wispy clouds. Now all he saw came from a small white light that drew nearer. A mountain had erected itself among the trees and it moved like satin in the wind, undulating as one body, encompassing the world, pillaging the woodland in its wake. 

The wave, like a crashing avalanche of liquid rocks and stones, littered with tree columns and carcasses and soil, fell forward as if tripping over itself, with all its might and force, as if lost to its own whim, as powerless to keep itself from hurtling forth as Robin would be to stop it. 

He watched it’s approach with more curiosity than fear, held tightly by something he could not feel but that restricted his every motion, save for breathing and a slight hand tremble as the boat in the distance began to arch with the water, light slowly rising overhead like the mounting sun. 

The wind screamed, a chest-tearing cry, bloody from the vigor of it. The sound reverberated against the titan that swelled and grew and bloomed above. The howl could not cease, it pained Rob’s ears, made them bleed, trickle down his neck into the water rushing at his feet. He fell to his knees, dropping into the knife-like rapids, each successive stream of water cutting coldly at his legs, like blades of ice. 

The wind only carried the sound, it did not make it. The wail erupted from Robin’s throat. His lungs hiccuped in a desperate attempt to stop the carnage wrought upon them by the scream, but he only grew louder, drowning out the wave’s cataclysmic, quaking voice. 

On impact, the cold front split his skin into icy lesions, as every bone in his body fractured, as if shredded by the might of the behemoth that fell upon him. Lungs burst, pierced by his shin gone astray, he cried still, numbed by the chill and inhaling water only to force it out by the insurmountable will of whatever was dying in his chest, his heart perhaps, or his soul that drowned with him, unable to escape the weight of the ocean that had found itself above him. He lied, beaten, crushed and overpowered among the ruined grasses in the inky depths of the sea, with only a white light, the size of his fist, as his bearing. 

**

“That must’ve been something.” spoke Ennis, as Rob awoke without notice, sitting up in the grass, clawing at firm ground as he panted. Seeing the man’s face, he continued “I reckon a bad dream, you were squirming and humming or something, twitching your hand.” 

“Wh-huh?” he replied, barely enough usable breath in his lungs to get the sound out. 

“I don’t know, but hey, you’re good now.” he was kneeling in the grass, tending to the coyote pelt. “After you showered you came out here, you fell asleep about 10 minutes ago, I’m not sure how much you remember, but you look pretty spooked so I thought I’d remind you. Y’know, bearings and all that.” 

“Memory’s fine.” he said somewhat weakly, as if winded. “What time is it?” he finally met the man’s eyes, although he remained otherwise disoriented

“Half past 1:00. Are you sleepin’ alright, on the whole? Don’t want you passing out, fainting from fatigue or any of that.” he asked, with a slight worry to his tone, brow furrowed. He set his blade down into the grass, loosening his grasp on the hide. 

Robin had been sleeping better than he should have. He knew that. Every night he lay one room over from a man who’d killed off a hefty chunk of the town’s limited population. But his rest had been as good as it was at home. He wanted to feel bad, icky, disturbed by the fact that he was doing well, but couldn’t, rather he felt something adjacent : this should bother me a Hell of a lot more than it is.

Robin knew his skin was thicker, more of a crust than a layer. A certain apathy, not learned, not taught, not even enforced, had grafted itself to him sometime in the womb. He’d always been less reactive, less shocked, less outraged in the face of tragedy and horror than those around him. Everyone likened it to a maturity his other actions never manifested. He remained childish into his twenties, and boyish into his forties. Only now, in his fifties, had he finally hit adulthood, in the emotional sense. And yet still he was unoffended by all that is vile. This absence of disdain is what led him to detective work, he found himself engrossed and beguiled by every blood trail. 

He heard crows call in the distance, hidden from view within the pines. 

“I’m sleeping fine.” he replied at last, with a small shrug as he untensed his shoulders, looking over the bone-dry field, feeling the dewy grass on his sock-clad feet. “I guess the food might’ve knocked me out.” 

“Good to know. Old man needs a rest after his meal.” Ennis teased, a hint of a smile in his dark eyes as he continued working the coyote’s fur. 

“Shut up. 10 years and you won’t laugh in the face of a good nap. Oh, and word to the wise : have an alarm. You’re gonna wake up next Tuesday with your head on the wrong way otherwise. ” he answered with no real offence to his teacher-like tone. 

The other man huffed again, muffled slightly from behind the mask that covered his mouth and nose. Pollen drifted in the cloudless sky, bright under the shining sun and lazy, moving in the slow air eddies. The deciduous trees, aspens of some kind, shook and shivered overhead, leaves rustling, sending a pleasant hissing sound into the atmosphere. The breeze blew balmy, hot, like a gust of pure heat. Ennis’ wavy hair clung to the beads of sweat on his forehead as he worked, and Rob felt a wet trail down his spine, seeping into his shirt. He watched the warmth rise.  

“You got anything for lunch?” Robin spoke, rising to his feet with a quiet grunt, brushing off blades of grass from the back of his jeans, smoothing his grey hair with one hand. 

“Whatever you find in the kitchen. The way I see it, my house is your house for as long as you’re here.” Ennis replied, “There’s enough coyote to last for weeks, but there should be some bread, butter, jam, stuff like that.” he wiped the sweat from his head with his forearm. 

“And I’m not gonna find a human head in there?”

“I don't eat people just like I don’t eat fertilizer.” Ennis replied plainly, with a small shrug.

Rob nodded, tilting his head as he considered his point. 

“D’you want anything?” 

“I’m in a bit of a hairy situation.” he answered, lifting his arms, displaying his open palms, covered in coyote fur. 

The position, his knees on the grass, hands open, facing the sky, sun gleaming on his golden hair, a slight haze in the air, the skin of a slain beast across his legs, gave the moment a religious quality, as if the man in his ivory mask had his palms upturned in reverence or prayer. The lonely sound of wind, a deep whistle in the pines gave Rob a sense of solitude in the presence of the other, calming, like the feeling of a moment alone after a tenuous time with unsavory company.  

He caught a glimpse of the new garden, it’s hand riddled with small rodential teeth marks and lesions as he began to bloat. He turned on his heels and headed inside, shutting the door with a small click lest the house’s cool be invaded by the outside’s sweltering heat.

[merryfortune]

Love Takes Effect

Written for AiYusa Month

Week 1. May 14th - May 20th

Prompts: Protective, Regret, Despair

“I’ll keep you safe.” Or “I’m just so tired of pretending everything is fine.”

Superhero AU

Title: Love Takes Effect 

Ship: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,718

Tags: Alternate Universe - It Gets Worse, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Transformation Fetish, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Sexual References, Consent Issues

Divider Credit

   Playmaker lost.

   And when Playmaker lost, he reverted back to being that six year old child who barely knew the difference between a special summon, a fusion summon, a synchro summon, or an XYZ summon. He became small. And he became vulnerable. And he became Yusaku again.

   No facade of a digital avatar could change that. His hair was red but his heart was tiny and blue.

   Playmaker lost to Ai and though consequences, Yusaku’s body knew them well. The way it instinctively braced for the recoil of thunder and lightning, yearned for a meal whilst his brain was split open with fear and terror but this time.

   He wasn’t all alone. He wasn’t trapped in that tiny, white box but by whatever deity there was out there, Yusaku wished he was.

   Instead, he was with Ai. Instead, he was on the plateau of their final duel. His final duel. Where lilac and dark purple Datastorms blew and brewed, in the rocky, maroon hinterlands of where no one would ever find them on purpose. (Not anyone not employed by SOL Tech, in one capacity or another, maybe.)

   “It's fine, you're good, I’m here.” Ai crooned at him as he held Yusaku so tight.

   He held Playmaker’s body so tight. Or, well, what was Playmaker’s body. It didn’t - it wasn’t going to - stay that way for long. Nor would it be Yusaku’s body. The power that Ai had, it was all consuming and ever changing.

   As he nuzzled into the side of Playmaker’s face, dirty and dusty, mucky with the tears that he was crying, for a brief moment, Yusaku wondered. Did Ai ever… want to console him like this when he was a child? They were connected, after all. Body and soul, spirit and mind, on a psychic level. Yusaku’s suffering, his hopes and his dreams, the memories that were crushed and grinded… They were all to create Ai and as Ai destroyed him, Yusaku wondered if this was what they meant by sweet oblivion.

   He was loved. Ai meant to love people. To love him. 

   “I’m sorry but it has to be this way. I need you - I want you - forever, Yu-Yu-Saku…” Ai’s sing-song voice was so close to the side of Yusaku’s face and yet.

   A million miles away.

   Yusaku struggled. He wanted to so badly get away and escape Ai. He didn’t… He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want for it to end like this but just what exactly was it?

   His bond to Ai? Or his own death?

   He wasn’t sure but he was scared either way as Ai continued his sick and twisted lullaby comfort of Yusaku. Cradling him, embracing him, rocking him, and finally: changing him into something that wasn’t human. Nor Ignis. A completely different and distinct category. Just purely Monster.

   @Ignister monster, specifically. Cyberse type. Level Three. Not an effect monster, however. 

   Or at least not yet, Ai hadn’t programmed that into his card yet but he had ideas. Perhaps too many. After all, he wanted Yusaku to be nothing but the best and greatest, an instant win condition. Who knows, he just end up a Link Monster with a Link Rating of three once some upgrades and tinkering were done.

   “This is for your own good, you understand, right?” Ai pleaded with him but maybe it was more to assuage his own ego.

   Because how dare he?

   He was just as bad as Windy, he was just as bad as Lightning, what he was doing to his Origin… It was unthinkable.

   “This way,” Ai drawled, desperate and oh so loving, way too loving, overcompensating, “we’ll never be separated. You’ll always be a part of me, your joining me, as part of my deck.”

   His hand snaked down Yusaku’s body as this virus ravaged him. Digitally and physically. It parted what was real and unreal, what was coming undone and being replaced in its wake. Ai groped the lower part of Yusaku’s body, where the catsuit of Playmaker’s avatar was getting eaten away by a cavalcade of yellow and purple data. 

   Yusaku strained. There was a jolt of… something. Arousal. His body just running on pure instinct and involuntary reactions as it didn’t know what to do with these sensations and these changes. Ai fingered him, groped him, enjoyed the last carnality there was left of Yusaku in some vain hope that it felt good for him. That it felt good for them both.

   Yusaku tried to turn his head but when he did, his body was stiff. Heavy. Turning to something other than flesh or data. When he finally faced Ai,    Yusaku screamed. He screamed as loud as he could, he yelled and he begged and Ai winced but he pretended that he hadn’t flinched. 

   That he was all accepting as he continued to smother the noise of Yusaku’s protest and the movements of them. That everything was going as smoothly as he could have wished. That this was truly from the bottom of his heart, meant in all sincerity and earnestness. He tightened his grip on Yusaku, allowing his wrists to fall limp to ropes so they could truly bind themselves to one another.

   Ai forced a kiss onto his face so as to silence Yusaku.

   Ai kissed him so sweetly, so gently. This was going to be their last kiss. Or maybe the first of many given Ai’s proclivities. It was going to be their last kiss lip-to-lip, at the very least. Yusaku’s skin crawled as it turned to… rubber? Silicon? He really wasn’t sure and his stomach - or what was left of it - churned when he thought about it too hard.

   “This will protect me. And isn’t that what you always wanted?” Ai said. “You will become integral to my deck, I promise.”

   That’s… That’s not what he wanted. That was a perversion on what he wanted and Yusaku gasped. Ai’s hand had found something. Not his genitals, that was for sure. They were being erased as his body was turned to rubber, to limbs like the abomination form of an Ignis - or like Danmari, more accurately but different again because he was human. Had been human.

   He still wanted to be human. He still wanted to be Ai’s partner. He just didn’t want it to end in doom and gloom, in murder and suicide. 

   “Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Ai giggled. “You're just so cute. Everyone has to know your mine.”

   Yusaku turned his head and he was revolted by what had become of him. Killed slowly in a cruel and unusual way as his avatar - his declaration against the trauma of the Incident - was turned into a brand new @Ignister monster. Yu-Yu-Saku, he had been crowned by Ai.

   Ai kept kissing him, kept groping him. His fingers splayed over the mark that all Ai’s monsters bore. This one was a lilac that sprawled over Yusaku’s crotch, more like a womb tattoo than a corporate brand straight off the assembly line as Yusaku was transformed into something round and sexless, made base, from the no longer existent legs up as his arms suffered the same fate, curling in on themselves, somewhere between tails and tentacles.

   “Your motif will of course be… I don’t even know why I’m thinking about it, it's obvious, isn’t it?” Ai toyed with Yusaku. “It shall be love. You shall be my love. Isn’t that nice? Happy?”

   Yusaku’s heart began to race and race and race until it really did burst. Until it just stopped and he was frozen into place in panic and despair. The tattoo at the base of his unnatural and monstrous body began to flicker and glow. That pleased Ai immensely. If he could have slobbered, he would have. The motors in his electronic body began to whirr as the last vestiges of between what Yusaku was now and would now be in the future, it maddened him.

   “Ai… This isn’t…” Yusaku protested but Ai wouldn’t hear it. But he couldn’t really speak it either as his vocal chords were robbed of him, same with his mouth, really. It, too, had finally been claimed by the curse of the virus over him.

   Even so, Ai kept kissing Yusaku but Ai didn’t want to see it, either. He didn’t want to see himself kill Yusaku in the name of having him forever, close by and so utterly dear to him. Rendered him to a state where he couldn’t protest the protection that Ai wanted to offer him from the rest of humanity. The real monsters, he wanted to convince himself.

   This was for Yusaku’s own good. That is also what Ai wanted to convince himself of because if Yusaku wasn’t neutralised, then he would fight and he would be rattled full of bullets and starvation and electrocution but this way, he could still fight! That was important, that was what made this such a good and ideal outcome. It was just that this way Ai could just be in more control of things, so Yusaku couldn’t get himself killed doing something stupid like by being a hero. 

   And so, he closed his eyes, his lashes fluttering as he sighed oh so romantically, even though Yusaku’s were wide open. Strained. Tearing up. The despair as the green of his eyes glazed over as he was turned into something akin to a rubber mould toy. He wanted to scream but Ai shoved the rubber, CPR dummy-like tongue of his SOLtiS body into his mouth. He held onto Yusaku, caressed him up and down. His hand roamed the brand newness of the shiny @Ignister and transformed him into a brand new Duel Monster card. 

   Just like a good little Ignis would make in more peaceful times in the Cyberse World and Ai could only hope that in the end of it all, that was where he would be again. This time, with his most favourite and beloved partner. That would make it worth it in the end, there would be no regrets, just dreams and Ai held onto that hope of being with his dearest darling amid rolling green hills and blue skies and white clouds and it would just be them. No war, no fighting, it would just be them and their happy ending.

    Wouldn’t that be nice?

[sound-under-the-sea]

Oh I kind of meant that you could answer as many of the numbers as you wanted to.

1. My favorite character:

It won’t be a surprise for most fascinating, but Lilith Clawthorne. The more unspoken stuff we learn from lore is awesome as she goes from shy nerd who was sporty to somewhat insecure and traumatized but still tries to badass Coven Head before finally becoming a confident woman who is still recovering and processing her issues while making up to her sister.

Though a character who I initially loved and still do is Willow Park because I like her character arc and like Lilith, she has so much potential and subtle writing hints that developed later on but did not come up. I love her gently personally just saying badass stuff. She still sometimes struggles with doubt but continues to try overcome it. She deserves a stronger spotlight, but it’s a shame that the series was cut short.

Raine is another favorite top tier character because I love their personality and the fact that they are Nonbinary, as well as having an amazing sense of style. Them going from quiet person with stage fright to being the Head of the Bard Coven and still having stage fright, but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to do the right thing. I know everyone loves Eda for adopting kids, and I do too, but Raine decides to help an assumed a graduate, a young girl who wants to make difference, and finally an innocent young lady who distrusts the system. I like to think Raine deeply cares for them and they care for them.

Camila Noceada because I love her dedication towards her daughter and she joins the onslaught of tragic TOH characters.

2. My least favorite character:

This is unexpected but the direct of school. He was only a flashback, but that guy can go. I don’t tolerate people in academia system manipulating or disrespecting students. It’s all his fault for what happened to Camila and Luz, so fuck him.

Also Belos because he’s Belos, so I hate him ans mucky bony butt.

3. My favorite scene:

Favourite scene…I am currently in a rewatch of the Owl House, but a scene I like going back to is Eda going through process of official accepting the curse and getting to know the Owl Beast. I feel the sense of completion of that part of her arc. The way she out reaches her hand to Owl Beast as they accept each other instead of fighting is good for the both of them. I know people say that Eda would probably reason with the Collector, but I don’t know if the Owl Beast would accept that because they were the reason the beast was in the scroll. Apart of their game. Unless Eda can negotiate with Owl Beast to not immediately kill the Collector, I don’t feel like that’ll happened. But yeah, the acceptance scene is my favourite.

4. My favorite screenshot:

I don’t have one. Sorry. I don’t take screenshots often unless on YouTube.

5. The time I cried the most:

First of all, this is the Owl House, we’re always crying. The scene that made me cry the most is Eda’s sacrifice probably. Her voice actress puts so much emotion as the curse over takes Eda, and I just couldn’t help but become emotional over it.

6. My favorite canon ship:

Raeda. At the age of my early twenties, I have found myself enjoying elder gays and queers. I mean, in my late high school years, I’ve always preferred them over younger ones or more popular ones. Sorry Lumity shippers. I also love Willow’s dads and I want more of them, I think Harvey and Gilbert meeting at HECK while Raine and Eda at HECK just cute. I love friends who have a close bond being lovers trope.

I just love the fan works for Raeda as they are all beautiful.

7. My favorite non-canon ship:

…Please don’t be mad at me because I always have a habit of choosing least popular ship with main character or fan favourite and their best friend than popular ship with main character/ fan favourite character with other popular character.

I like Willuz….I’m sorry. I just love those who have honest trust between each other and always willing to help each other while being supportive.

When I saw these two on screen even though I knew Lumity was very popular after season one ended and my country finally got season one on Disney Plus while fans were in the middle of early season two. I got into the show a year after season one, and when I saw the them interact in Teenage Abomination, I fell hard on their personalities. Luz just being supportive Willow and helping her overcome her problems is amazing. I just loved their dynamic.

I have somewhat moved onto Raeda for my best friends to lovers ship when I noticed that got more traction. I still want Willow to be happy in any way she can. I still love Willuz on some level but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking about them at this point with where the series is.

Sorry if this is late. I hope you have a nice day/evening. Thank you for the ask.

[the-nerds-of-light]

In Which the Nerds of Light Hand the Ascian Problem to the Police

Matsu, the Au Ra Star Druid/Life Cleric White Mage; Barry, the Garlean Armorer Artificer Gunbreaker; and Sayonji, the Viera Bladesinger Wizard Red Mage

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An interesting session last time.

After that possessed goobbue fight, the party was down on resources but given the urgency of finding their kidnapped mark, pushed forward in their investigation.

The first thing then was following the trail of Brevil's dragged body (presumably) through the dirt, all the way to Seasong Grotto.

However, upon arriving there, a few things became apparent:

There was no one at the grotto. Though there was clearly some evidence of activity, Sevrin had lied: there were no bodies or victims.

There was, however, a lot of goobbue prints; it's likely the goobbue was set up to rampage here and set upon the heroes.

The cave walls had phosphorescent blue lichen on the walls, and small empty paint pots where blue paint had been mixed with it.

There were bits of rope of the shells of slumber nuts here and there, from where prisoners were being subdued.

There was no trail out. It became clear that the obvious trail had been a trap that had already sprung. So they didn't know what to do next. But they could still see the glint of glass on the bluff, so they opted to go check that out.

The mists came in while they were climbing the bluff, and they found an empty camp. Clearly, someone had been watching, but they vanished before the group had gotten there. But they did find a note:

Clearly, it was written in code. PIRATE code. So what were they to do but bring it back to the pirates at Summerford for some help??

So they headed back down the bluffs and on the way back to Summerford, they were beset upon by another pirate ghost! It tried to warn them to leave this place, but Sayonji's laughter in the face of its terrible attempt to scare them sort of put it right in its place. It started arguing with them ("I'm plenty scary, mate!") and getting annoyed.

Barry cast Faerie Fire on it, and it was... cloud shaped? And when the mists started to retreat, it panicked, and quickly became people-shaped -- and corporeal!

He was a miqo'te serpent reaver pirate apparently named E'mirhu. He insulted them a bunch and tried to get away, but they tied him up and took him back to town. He was ... pathetic.

Back at Summerford, it turns out Jodis and her reinforcements didn't arrive because she was trying to convince EVERYONE to come rescue Brevil, and refused to leave until EVERYONE had taken up arms. But the attempt was given up after the heroes arrived and Brevil was nowhere to be found.

At Matsu's direction and Staelwyrn's agreement, they took E'mirhu to Staelwyrn's house and hung him on the door in the kitchen. Staelwyrn was able to translate most of the note: Meeting for all the captains, on the 14th at 2:30am (3:00 am is the WItching Hour, colloquially known as the WItch's Teeth). Death Knell to the Rung Bell (aka, snitches get stitches). He wasn't sure what Whispers meant.

Matsu directed Barry towards some... creative... torture, putting a metal bowl over E'mirhu's junk and having Barry Shocking Grasp it. Barry was really uncomfortable with this. E'mirhu wasn't thrilled either, but soon he started antagonizing Barry over being too soft and incompetent.

They managed to get that the captives were typically held at Woad Whisper Canyon before being shipped off somewhere; but soon he had no more information to give. He just wanted to snarl at the party and try to goad them into killing him.

So, they correctly guessed that there was a big mucky-muck meeting of all the local Serpent Reaver captains at Woad Whisper Canyon ("Whisper") in a little over 24 hours. And the group thought, you know what, this is over our paygrade. Baderon would not thank us for pursuing a lead so clearly better meant for a platoon of Yellowjackets and more advanced adventurers. So let's get this guy and our information turned over to the folks at Limsa.

(DM: -looks at giant pile of notes and encounter design and sighs, putting it away-)

So, Sayonji and Radimir went hunting slumber nuts and made a sleeping draught and put E'mirhu to sleep. Matsu and Y'shtola bundled him into a burlap sack and labeled it POTOTOES. Barry hid in his room, feeling icky.

However, when Sayonji came to collect him, he found that Barry had finally had some kind of breakthrough and was feverishly tinkering on some new armor pieces. (Hitting level 3 in Armorer). They nerded out together, then Sayonji let him know they were headed out to Limsa.

Y'shtola agreed to accompany them and give her recommendation to Captain Milala before she heads off to report to her own group.

And so our heroes set off at night, a burlap sack full of dumbass miqo'te pirate in the cart, headed for Limsa...

Sayonji's TLDR:

We pressed on, with no way of knowing where the kidnappers were planning to meet, to the cliffside, where we had previously seen signs that we were being watched. Despite our deft efforts to pass unseen up the mountainside, (zip pan to loud geeking out on the cliff face that makes you suspect an avalanche could be caused to say nothing of spoiling stealth), we arrived only to find a deserted camp. The camp itself revealed little, save a curious note written in pirates' code. Along the way of our return to our employer (whose experience would surely lead to some insight regarding the note), we were handed another break in the case by our adversaries' apparently lax hiring practices. The ghostly visions, which had seemed competently executed when delivered by the witching hour, fell utterly flat on a second viewing by daylight, and their operator was swiftly captured. Though he was reluctant to talk of the details, this buffoon was readily encouraged to give up some details, given he was already most likely doomed by being discovered at all. Combined with the captain-mayor's quick deciphering of the note, we had valuable intel on the next meeting of our quarry. Given all of this, he is probably safest where he is, bundled up in a gunney sack on an apple cart, headed back to the city, where we too are headed...

Barry's Just As Long Didn't Read:

Oh man, you guys, this is turning out SO CRAZY! :O After the fight with the Goobbue, Y'shtola told us about stuff that I honestly don't remember because my head was THROBBING (and being a co-DM makes it hard to differentiate what my character learned on-screen vs what I know from prep, apparently). But we started to explore together, and the first thing we did was head towards the grotto.

There we found a glowing blue lichen growing on the walls, and the remnants of slumbernuts! It seems like a place where the kidnappers were holding their victims and sedating them before taking them off elsewhere. Unfortunately, we couldn't pick up any useful trails after, so we decided to check out those people (or ghosts??) on the ridge who were watching us.

We walked casually as far as we could, before sneaking the rest of the way, and we found...! An empty campsite. :( Though I found a spyglass! :D And Matsu found a note, which was MUCH more useful. The note was written in code, and though we could guess at what some of it meant, it was largely gibberish. But it seemed piratey! So we thought we should take it to a pirate!

On our way back to town, though the ghosts attacked us again!! Except it was just the one ghost this time, and it was a lot less scary than before? And then the mists moved and it was... um... a dude. A serpent reaver, to be exact. We "fought" him, though it seemed more like we were bullying him. I zapped him a few times, but only when he was fighting us! We eventually managed to tie him up and took him to the town.

When we arrived in town, Jodis had almost gotten all the pirates together to come out for reinforcements, but instead we showed up with a serpent reaver in tow! So we updated them on what we learned, and took the pirate to Staelwyrn's for interrogation.

I have to admit, I have... uh... mixed feelings about how things went there. Matsu made me touch the pirates... privates and threaten him with my zapper. Every time I saw him wince, it made my stomach jump, and I did NOT like it! Eventually the pirate started yelling stuff at us, and I just had to leave the room. Everything was reminding me too much of the interrogations I'd witnessed back in Garlemald. I know Matsu and Sayonji are good people, and they're doing what they do for good reasons. Maybe I'm just not as good an adventurer as they are...

But, oh, oh, here's where it gets exciting! I started working on my powered armor concept to get my mind off things. I was thinking about what I'd learned about aetherology theory from my talks with Sayonji and Y'shtola, and... and things just started to click! NRFT was a great foundation when I was working out the power supply issues, but it's too high-level to solve my motility problems! If I narrowed my scope down to Nan Onasis' Levinaerothetic Equations, I could start to see that... [ed: this continues on for several pages and has been omitted for brevity]

It took a while, and I stayed up WAY too late into the night working on it, but I think I have my first prototype for my powered armor! I only have chainmail to modify, so I can't truly test it out just yet on a full set of gear. Note to self: Pick up plate armor as soon as possible. A full set of plate was pretty affordable back in Garlemald, but then I know we benefitted from economy of scale, and all plate armor in Eorzea is made by skilled artisans. Hopefully it's not too expensive...

Oh, right! With the aetheric interference problem from my armor solved, I was able to use a power tap from my armor to power my prototype gunblade!! I can't wait to try it out!! :D

... what was I writing about? ... oh yeah! After a long talk with Staelwyrn in the morning, we decided to pass our information, and the captured pirate, off to the authorities in Limsa, which I'm VERY relieved about. Y'shtola is going to talk to her friends (superiors?) about what she's found as well. Hopefully this will be useful, and we've been able to do at least a little to help stop the kidnappings!

I hope the next job Baderon gives us is a little less exciting, though.

[crystalflygeo]

the letter reads as follows,

crys, i ended up sending this letter through moth this time due to the trade route's block. it was that stupid storm and we're stuck with mucky roads AND brazen waters. could you believe that?!

ah, but how are you doing? and mr. zhongli too? i think you were headed over to liyue the last time i checked and he seemed quite excited to see you again, when i went to [ick up a few books from dr. baizhu. he spent the next hour talking my ear off about tea practices. you have...quite the character as your lover.

i must be brief. the line of patients won't be getting any smaller and i have three re-evaluations to conduct. but take care, okay? i'm sure mr. zhongli and monsieur neuvillette would not take you being harmed well, haha. - A.

"Oh... I had almost forgotten, I am so sorry..."

Crys turns to the ronin with curiosity, he searches in his clothes and hands over an envelope with a distinct seal.

"Your friend Moth gave me this... hm, I feel they will be upset at me for not giving it to you sooner, my apologies."

"Ah, that's ok, I'll talk to them... thank you." She smiles.

Kazuha gives her some space as she opens the letter and starts reading. He instead heads to the ship's bow. The wind is blowing, the sun glaring down and the nation of contracts can be seen getting closer.

The faint scents of Liyue...

It'd admittedly good to be back.

......

"We'll be stopping near Guyun Stone Forest for a moment." Kazuha announces as he comes down the stairs into the small cabin "Are you ok?"

"I'm... fine." Crys sighs, thought still her tone is rather unnerved and dejected. "You know... they only signed with an initial, yet all these names are familiar to me..."

"Did you eat and rest well enough?"

"Yeah... I think going out for a bit will do me good though..." She places the letter down on a small table, though her fingers seem reluctant to part from it.

[the-firebird69]

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