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dreamyyaya · 7 days ago

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Shower Time - Levi x fem!reader (R-18)

After you've finished a rapport for Hanji, you decide to relax by taking a shower. Luckily you meet your Captain here and decide to tease him a bit. Guess your efforts will be rewarded~

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“Oh my god, finally done!” you sighed with relief and put the pen you were holding on the wooden desk in front of you.

It has been a very long day and all you could think about was:

One, never volunteer to help Hanji with her endless rapports about titan experiments again. Two, rush into the shower to get all the stress out, you deserved it.

You turned your head to the clock showing almost midnight and stretched your arms above your head, popping sounds coming from your back echoing in the room. Lord you loved this noise and feeling of release. You made a nice pile with your finished paperwork, took it under your arm and left the room with a lantern in the other. You headed first to an empty Hanji’s office to drop off you work and then quickly to your room to get a towel and a nightdress. You decided to already take off your uniform as well, as there would be probably nobody in the halls after curfew. And even if there was someone, it didn’t bother you that much: it would be a perfect occasion to tease or shock some friends and get some distraction. You knew that Jean and Reiner would be pleased to see you like that and that Armin would have blushed so hard that he would have probably fainted. Happy in your underwear, you could finally direct yourself to the communal showers that were a bit further down in the hallway.

The castle was perfectly still: not a single light under a door was to be seen nor a sound to be heard, aside the quiet steps you made in your slippers. You wondered if Sasha went again in the kitchen to steal some precious food… You smiled imagining the scene. As you walked down the corridor, you could hear a door open and then close in the distance, breaking down the silence. As you continued, a shadow appeared from the end of the hallway and was quickly getting closer in your direction. You were curious and squinted your (colour) eyes to guess who this could be, but the darkness blurred any form of a hint. It was only when you were both a few meters from the shower room that you opened your eyes wide under the surprise: it was none other than Lance Corporal Levi! You gasped silently when you realised that he was only wearing the trousers of his uniform and a towel on his left shoulder. Damn hot he was with his perfect abs, that jaded expression on his face and his always perfect undercut hair.

“Good evening, Corporal~” you said in a low voice, trying to hide the smile on your lips.

You saw his deep grey eyes go up and down your figure before staring right at you.

“You know it’s risky to wander in such an attire after curfew, Cadet (last name).”

“I guess this also applies to you, Heichou.” you said with an almost daring tone.

He smirked, took a step closer to you and neared his face to your left ear, saying:

“Getting even cockier at night, brat? Seems like you need even more challenging chores than last time…” he whispered, making your inside twitch.

“Maybe I do…” you whispered “Or will it make me even worse? Who knows…”

With his famous “tch” and a smile, he clicked his tongue and went through the door leading to the showers. You perfectly knew that Levi liked when you dared responding to him. Being an excellent soldier and titan slicer, you managed to get his respect within a very short period of time, which led both of you to get closer. In front of the others, you cared to show him upmost respect, but when you had rare moments alone, you allowed yourself to be the real you and to have fun with him, joking and teasing him just like you did with the other recruits. You even discovered that he had a good sense of humour, often challenging you back with dirty jokes.

Let’s just be honest: from the very start, you had a huge crush on him, like never before in your life. In the beginning, it was real admiration for his person and exploits, and of course pure worship for his amazing body. Then came naturally trust and mentorship with the expeditions outside the walls and the occasional personal training he gave you. And recently, as you noticed him getting more “tactile”, your desire for him rose dangerously high, totally numbing your mind sometimes. You didn’t know how long you could resist before jumping on him. You restrained yourself so strong, because of the deep and confusing feelings you had for him.

You followed right after him to catch the door before it closed. Both of you took separate ways inside, left leading to the men’s side, right to the women’s one. Thanks to the void above the wall separating both spaces, you heard a belt getting unbuckled, fabric sliding down and the middle shower getting turned on, knowing exactly in which cubicle he was. You decided to get in the one, just on the other side of the wall in front of him. Teasing was a thing you could never have enough of, it made you feel so alive. You hurried to get rid of everything and jumped into the shower, turning the hot water on.

“Aaahhhh…” you sighed with pleasure as the heat relaxed your entire body, but a bit louder than if you were on your own, making sure that Levi heard it on the other side of the wall. With a light chuckle, you rubbed some soap in your hands and started washing your upper body, letting a sexy “Mmmhhh” escape your throat. You imagined him in the shower, water flowing down his perfect body, a light pink shade on his cheeks and a pervy grin on his mouth, lightly biting his own lips. Having naughty images in your head, you let some other moans escape from you without even noticing, your imagination taking control over you.

It was only when a pair of strong arms slammed on both side of your head against the wall that you jumped out of your daydreaming. You felt a hot breath on your neck and strong muscles getting pressed against your upper back, leaving you trapped and blushing. After a few breaths that felt like hours, black wet spikes of hair tickled your left cheek as you heard:

“You seem to have a lot of fun here… Mind if I join you?” a well-known voice whispered sensually to your ear. “Do you need…” he continued, pausing to create even more tension, “… help with washing you back… (first name)?”.

The way he purred your name made you melt inside. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in right now; it was more than you asked for… Or maybe it was exactly what you wished to happen in your dirtiest dreams… Anyway, now was the time to enjoy the occasion: you wouldn’t let this chance pass you by. You slowly turned your face left, until your eyes met.

“How nice of you Corporal, I was about to start, but if you offer so nicely, I can’t refuse…”

You handed him your soap and he soon started to rub your back with his skilful hands. Starting from your neck, he slowly ran his palms down your sides to your waist, then went straight back up to your shoulder blades, before slithering to your lower back, making circles with his thumbs. When he met the border where your bum started, he slowed, as if hesitating. You didn’t: you placed your hands on his and pushed them lower on your buttock. You heard him sigh deeply and grip your ass hard. At this touch, you arched your back on to him, your head meeting his right shoulder, your hands his thighs and your ass his hard crotch. The next thing you knew was that you were pushed against the shower wall, Levi’s front glued to your back, his erection pressed between your cheeks. You sighed in lust as his fingers followed your hip bone to your front and his lips met the skin of your neck, biting on it greedily.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, you damn sexy brat?” he said, grinding onto you even more, loud gasps escaping your opened lips as he rubbed himself up and down. “Teasing me like that for weeks… you liked that didn’t you?” he said slapping your ass. “Now it’s time for me to give you payback, you dirty little evil…”

Within a second, his left hand grabbed your boob, fondling it, while his right one started caressing your pussy. Heat spread through your whole body as his fingers started teasing your clit. The way he touched you and kissed your weak spot on your neck was so arousing that you thought your soul would leave your body. Your intense moans echoed in the shower and made Levi grin with satisfaction, encouraging him to continue, toying with you even faster. Just when you started to shake from pleasure, he released you and turned you around, back pressed against the wet wall. You panted for a few seconds before opening your eyes, meeting his deep grey stare, few inches from your crimson face. He looked so out of this world with his eyes filled with carnal lust and droplets of water dripping from his perfect face and hair on to his toned abs. All you could do was stare at him with parted lips, your knees still week from the intense stimulation you just received.

“Well Cadet, I’ve never seen you pant like that, even after running laps for half a day. Do you enjoy your new kind of training so far (first name)?” He asked with a bad boy smile.

You just couldn’t resist him anymore. Without even thinking you only whispered: “Almost.”

You closed the distance, capturing his lips into a deep passionate kiss. You were happy to hear him hum into your mouth, responding to your embrace. As he wrapped his arms around your waist, getting your naked bodies to touch again, you put a hand on his nape and the other in his raven hair, playing with their softness. Soon you were both exploring each other’s mouth, playing with your tongues and teeth: sucking, biting and licking. As you finally stopped to breathe again, an amazing idea came to your mind.

“Corporal Levi… It’s not fun being the only one to be challenged during training. Would you like to play a game with me?” you asked in an innocent voice, full of connotations.

You felt him grow harder against your belly, his eyes glinting even more.

“And what is it, sassy recruit?” he asked sensually.

“You wash my hair, while I clean another part of you… The first to be done wins~”

He smirked at your proposal and directly grabbed the bottle of shampoo. You smiled and chuckled at his playful attitude. You also took the soap as a decoy to your intentions. Levi already had his palms on your scalp, massaging gently in circular motions.

“Better start soon if you don’t wanna lose, brat.” He joked with a wink. You laughed.

“Thanks for the advice, Mr. Clean. And don’t forget that hair needs to be washed twice.”

At your remark, he grabbed your hair and tilted your head to the side, biting your neck.

“Your impudence should be punished. I don’t know what keeps me from doing it straight away…” he said dangerously, licking a trail from your shoulder to your ear. You shivered.

“M-maybe because, y-you have to win to punish me the way you want…” you answered.

He let go of his grip, growling with impatience and washing your hair faster. You knew you had to act fast if you wanted to win this game… But the corporal still didn’t know how much of a ruthless adversary you could be. Wasting no more time, you quickly rubbed the soap bar in your hands and, after such a long wait, you finally touched his amazing musculature. You foamed his skin under your lustful touch, enjoying perfection that even the best Greek sculptor from Antiquity didn’t achieve.

Levi sighed under the new experience of your touch, your silky fingers danced on his strong chest as if they were butterflies: delicate, curious and longing. He closed his eyes, enjoying your clever moves as they got always lower on his body… You were such a fabulous creature to him. He couldn’t believe that after all this time fantasising about both of you doing very dirty things, the time has finally come where he could make his wish come true. He had never met such a wonderful woman like you before: smart, sassy, strong, funny and oh so damn hot. You mind and body were pushed to such high levels of perfection that he had to restrain himself many times before in order not to betray his overwhelming attraction to you in front of others.

You were now naked in front of him, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted to you, but still you managed to find courage to confront him. This attitude was something that aroused him so much that he wanted to punish you as much as he wanted to please you. He dreamed of you screaming his name so loud that the whole island could hear whom you belong to… He breathed deeply, rinsing your (length and colour) locks, ready to continue with the final wash, granting his victory. So he thought at least…

With a swift motion, you lowered yourself on your knees, surprising him with your action. You looked up at him with a wry grin before grabbing his cock with your right hand. You saw his pupils dilate within a second and a deep gasp escape his parted lips: he wasn’t expecting such a move right now. Biting your lip, you carefully checked his member out, impressed by its size. Wanting to hear more from him, you started to stoke his length, very slowly, returning your gaze to his face. He closed his eyes, tightened his grip on your hair and groaned, almost holding back. You didn’t like that and increased your pace on his beautiful and hard shaft. This time he couldn’t hold back and moaned properly to your liking. You smiled at his reaction and to the fact that he stopped rinsing your hair.

“Something wrong Corporal Levi? Are you facing any difficulty with your task? I hope it won’t prevent you from continuing the game…” you whispered and licked his cute slit.

“Shit!” he cried out before grabbing your jaw and looking at you like a predator.

“If you want to play like that (first name), then do it all the way.” And with that being said, he pushed himself smoothly inside your mouth, sighing with pleasure.

“!!!” you gasped for air at his sudden action but didn’t take him out, you were too proud to lose against him. As you looked up, he was already preparing your second wash, but with some difficulties as you noticed. What a fierce competitor… You loved it. You quickly put your hands on his hips and started sucking him dry, showing him that you won’t give him the slightest chance to win against you. He shuddered against you, whining incoherent words…

“You… fucking… cheater…” he managed to say fussily between every passage of your skilful mouth on his dick. The fact that he still slowly massaged your scalp sent thrills down your spine, making your nipples hard and your pussy wet. The moment was so hot and intimate with just the sound of water, sucking and moaning… You decided to tease him one last time before finishing him off… You moved your head back a bit, stopping your suction, just to keep his tip between your lips. As you looked up, you met his confused expression. As you circled your tongue around his edge, never leaving his gaze, you witnessed how good you made him feel. He looked so horny and burning with desire that all you wanted now, was to stand up and make love to him, but you had one thing to do first… You smiled with your eyes and took him full very fast, almost having the gag reflex as he hit deep down in your throat. He cried out some swearing as you bobbed your head on his length, taking him full and fast. You felt his legs wobble, forcing him to stop washing your head in order to place a hand on your shoulder to stabilise himself. Your mouth watered even more as he slightly pushed your head even closer to him, begging you for more with his eager moans…

His delicious taste and naughty sounds gave you the motivation for a final touch. Keeping his base in your right hand, you took his balls in your left one, massaging and pressing them as you kept your steady pace on his length. You could feel he was really near his climax… With a final suck, you pushed him out of your mouth, letting him cum all over your breast, voicing his orgasm in the hottest way you could have ever witnessed.

A few seconds passed before you could even take your eyes off of his godlike expression of pure extasy. You were hypnotised when he opened his glinting eyes, contemplating you from above. He smiled at you lazily and lifted you up on your feet. He didn’t say anything, just finished washing your hair and his milky fluid off you, all with very intense stares. It felt so good when he cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them long enough to make you blush and purr from arousal. He then placed a hand on your cheek and engaged in a sensuous kiss and hot make-out session, kissing, licking, biting and touching you everywhere he could.

“How about a rematch?” Levi finally asked between two steamed kisses.

“Hmm… If you think you stand a chance, why not?” you answered in a tempting tone, kissing him once again. God you could never get enough of his silky lips…

“Tch, you’re gonna see, crazy brat. What if I use the same trick as you earlier…?”

Before you could even respond, he trailed a path of delicious kisses from your neck to you boobs and even lower on your belly. Each smooch on your skin felt like fire and sent thrills in your whole body. He lifted your right leg, exposing your womanhood to his face and kissed your inner thigh. Seeing him below you, so close to your intimacy made you pant with excitement. You perfectly knew what he was going to do, as he bit always closer to your core. You tried to catch the bottle of shampoo in a desperate attempt of resistance, but his lips were faster than you… It would be an understatement to say that the blood in your veins boiled like lava as he nibbled on your clit hungrily, making you cry out in bliss. “Aaaaahhhh… L-Levi!”

He didn’t bother to look up, but instead locked your thighs with his strong arms so you didn’t fall as he slicked his wet tongue on your balmy folds. You gasped supplicantly as your body shook without control due to his intense lapping. He complied to your wish in his own way, sliding one of his long fingers inside of your wet pussy, making you moan in a slight relief. But it didn’t last long before his mouth circled your clit again as he pushed in and out of you with his skilful digit, brushing your sweetest spot ruthlessly. You couldn’t think straight anymore, his expert stimulation made a well-known boiling knot appear in your lower belly, feeling your edge coming. All too suddenly, he stopped moving and you watched him in shock, immobile but still in the same position, just him looking at you as a bonus. Your vision a bit blurred, you instinctively took his hair in your grip and tugged it lightly, whispering almost inaudibly:

“Please… I’m so close…”

“Please who?” he asked fervently, his hot breath tickling your clit.

“Oh god, please Lance Corporal I beg you!” you roared angrily and needily.

He smirked before capturing your intimacy once again and pushing a second finger inside of you, thrusting vigorously as you wished. It was too much… The more he thrusted, the blanker your mind went… until it blacked out. You screamed fiercely as your release took over your body, your strength leaving you as electricity travelled your nervous system at light speed.

Endless seconds passed before your soul decided to come back to you as you powerlessly leaned against the shower wall, your mind wondering somewhere else. You felt Levi stand up, supporting you by your ass and waist and chuckling perversely as he met your face.

“If only you could see the lewd expression on your face (first name) … It’s the fucking hottest thing I have seen in my entire life.” he admitted while licking his shiny lips.

You could only grin at his comment, feeling flattered that he loved what he saw. You slowly captured his lips with your own, curious to taste yourself. He granted you entrance as you playfully bit on his lower lip, enjoying his mixed saliva, arousing you by its unique flavour. Once your curiosity satisfied, you looked at him lustfully with your arms around his neck.

“Well played~ Now that we have one point each… should we make a final round?”

“Surely, I have to show you who really rules out there.” He said in a wild tone.

Your heart pounded with impatience as he held you closer to him, pressing his hard cock against your belly, showing you how much he wanted you, never taking his gaze out of you. He finally decided to lift you up by your ass, pinning you to the cold wall, his throbbing tip brushing against your dripping cunt. He kissed you passionately while burying himself very slowly inside of you, making you feel every single inch of his perfection. His great thickness stretched your walls exquisitely, making you moan very deeply in his mouth. He filled you at a slow pace, still kissing you and humming to express the pleasure he was feeling. You loved the fact that he kept it sensual even after all that teasing and cheeky make-out session.

He filled you with the same slow tortuous pace, pressing himself hard against your body, greedy for more sensations. You tugged his locks with one hand as your other caressed yet scratched his back. Your lustful moans excited each other, but you really needed him to speed up. You then lowered your head toward his neck, delicately nibbling the area until you found his secret pleasure spot. When you did, you bit harder on it, getting a powerful slam of his hips as a response, making you startle with delight.

“You’re such a horny brat… Are you so needy for more?” he asked while making circular moves between your legs, pleasuring areas that were unknown to you until now.

“Mmmmhhhhaaaa” you first mewled in reaction, mixed with pleasure and urgency for more. “You’re torturing me…” you panted “Give me more…” you said with pleading eyes.

He smiled and licked your cheek before asking with another slam “How bad do you want it?”

You puffed. “Extremely bad...” You got another intense slam.

“Oh yeah?” He slammed again to which you yelped. “And how hard do you want it, Cadet?”

“Aaahhh… I…” he interrupted you with another deep thrust “Shit, give me all you got!”

He stopped and looked at you with an evil grin. You saw his eyes darkening. “Are you sure?”

You were a bit surprised, but managed to murmur “Fuck me senseless please…”

And with this sentence you were lost. The next moment, he was pounding you at an extreme speed. You couldn’t restrain your voice anymore as his flow was making you crazy. He was shoving his dick so deep that you thought he was going to literally break you.

“Leeee… viiiiiii!!!” You shouted at he hit your g-spot again and again…

You had to hang up to him as he decided to only hold you by your boobs while sucking on them. His sucking mixed with the feeling of almost hanging in the air gave you goosebump. You were overwhelmed by him and felt that you were soon to explode as spasms caught you brutally. “Cum for me baby.” Were the words you heard just before reaching your climax.

Your voice filled the room, and probably the halls, as the wave of pleasure consumed you. Levi soon followed as your walls squeezed his length so tight that he burst his warm cum inside of you, sighing your name in extasy. You were too high to realise that he got down on his knees with you still on top. When you came back to yourself, you felt his arms around you and his face buried in your neck, breathing serenely. Such a comfortable pose you would never leave. You placed butterfly kisses on his shoulder and it was when he moved that you realised that he was still inside of you. You chuckled and met his satisfied gaze.

“Why are you laughing, naughty brat?”

“Oh nothing, I just realised how cute Humanity’s Strongest could be in a hugging pose~”

“Tch” he said avoiding your gaze, a pink shade appearing on his cheeks.

“And of course… I discovered how fun showering with you could be…” You said showing your tongue maliciously. He smirked and captured your lips for a quick kiss.

“Then I suggest you come and take it in my quarters from now on.”

“Oh, you give me the choice, Corporal?” you asked winking.

“No, that’s an order, Cadet.” He said smiling.

“Of course, Corporal.” ;P

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I hope you enjoyed this steamy session with Levi ;)

If you know the artist of the picture, let me know to give him/her credits ~

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #attack on titan #smut #captain levi

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adhd-coyote · 9 months ago

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*kicks your door down* PIRATE SQUAD PIRATE SQUAD PIRATE SQUAD they can go on a playdate with my pirates mayhaps

I’m gonna go ahead and just turn this into the next batch of oc introductions SO @whiskygoldwings @grackle-draws @thivell @hastalavistabyebye @starwarsanthropology tagging all of y’all!!!

So! The pirate crew!

Paws

He/Him

Former 91st; Just a month or so into his deployment he was caught near an explosion and debris hit his bucket hard enough to shatter part of it and knock him out cold. He was assumed KIA and left behind, and by the time he woke up, his battalion was already gone. So, he managed to get his way off planet, and while trying to figure out how to get back to his battalion, was picked up/adopted by a pirate crew and eventually decided to stay with them

Bleached and dyed his hair after he decided to stay - he changes the color of the streak every so often - and eventually got a bunch of piercings as well

Has gotten very good at makeup and sewing

Is baby, can and will kill you, but would really prefer not to

Will bite

Zhana

She/Her

Married to Kora

Excellent slicer, both with tech and knives

Wine aunt energy

Kora

She/Her

Married to Zhana

Sharp grin, sharp knives, and even sharper eyeliner

Very good actress and loves getting to put her skills to use- especially if there’s money involved

Taught Paws how to do makeup

Hyela

Genderfluid

Janki’s older sibling

Talk shit, get hit

Absolutely fucking feral

The one who taught Paws to bite

Jackie

He/Him

Hands are rated E for Everyone (he gets it from his sibling)

Helped Paws dye his hair

Just as feral as Hyela, but he hides it better

Very good at tooka eyes

Vaxu

He/Him

An absolute Tank

Himbo energy, but is actually pretty smart

Absolutely rocks a dress and heels, and will occasionally let Kora do his makeup

Gives the best hugs ever

Pax

They/Them

Medic

Will flirt with anyone- and is good at it, too

Silver-tongued little shit

Helped Paws with his piercings

Knows a variety of languages and will curse you out in every single one of them if you injure yourself in a stupid way

These are just the current members, but I might add more later! Feel free to ask whatever you want about em :3

#my oc #clone trooper oc #star wars #the clone wars #coyotes clone chaos #the pirate crew #paws #zhana #kora #hyela #janki #vaxu #pax #clone troopers #tcw

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docholligay · 11 months ago

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I know GoT only by reputation, and what little I've seen of it on tumblr, but... sometimes, I feel like fantasy, as a genre, has been absolutely ruined by the success of GoT. Everything these days seems to be about making settings and characters as nasty, brutish, and dirty as possible. It's incredibly tiring, and really frustrating, to the point of feeling like these sorts of tropes are being repeated for their own sake rather than because they actually do anything for the story or characters.

(Also, being the sort of person who easily becomes queasy at the sight or thought of blood, and has issues with everything being so darned loud, this tends to be a particular pet peeve in television, but even books aren't completely immune to this effect either, which makes it doubly frustrating.)

I mean this in the nicest possible way, please imagine me saying this with a big smile on my face and laughing as I take a swig from my beer, but you and I are SO diametrically opposed on this!

I mean, anything can be written BADLY, of course, but I fell out of reading fantasy as i got older not because it all became A Song of Ice and Fire but because it all seemed to be "a brave young woman!! IS the chosen one!! And she will prevail over SUPER DARKNESS. And only the parental figure will die, to motivate her, and everyone's intentions and clear and good, and also there are dragons I guess." There's so much narrative safety. There's so many last-minute asspulls to save someone. I would LOVE some well written political machination but there are dragons though. That's why I liked Locke Lamora!

I think we have a tendency to notice the things we hate. So for me, Fantasty now is fucking lousy with ~queer retellings~ that are all very life affirming and nice and all that but all the eating each other out in the world isn't going to get me over the hump of wishing there were actual, painful consequences for being an idiot, or even just unlucky.

Part of why people named Doc, who are me, really like Song of ice and Fire (please note I actually DON'T like Game of Thrones) is that anyone COULD die. The books would not CHEAT TO HELP THE GOOD GUY WIN. And for me, that was everything. As a young teen who had read so so so much fantasy but was starting to feel really resentful of the way it never seemed to mirror the moments of difficulty and pain in life, it meant so much (I think the show edged too hard toward Cheating To Help The bad Guy Win, but that's another matter)

But obviously you and I are totally different people. You admit to being squeamish, so of course you don't care for things that involve violence. I, on the other hand, am an excellent person to have in any given bloody crisis, as I have Done Time in Ag. I am, to give a real life example, the person you calmly call into the kitchen to help when you've nearly taken your finger off with a meat slicer. I have a smile and a "We can handle this!" to give. I, on the third hand, have had life experiences that make, "the magical salvation of being nice and believing really hard" feel like an actual-ass insult. I never met a war that didn't take its chunk, and you don't get to pick where they come from.

These are just differences of personality. Fucking magical princess witches in the forest running from the bad guys but overcoming it all with sass and gay love because we're twelve I guess exists for you, and grimdark machinations toward a lead crown of thorns where evil brings profit and virtue none at all because fuck happiness everyone should be a German concrete salesman is for me. I think there's probably more of what both of us like than either of us are actually admitting.

However, everything is too loud for me all the time also, I really recommend eargasm earplugs, which come with a very small container and are nearly invisible and discreet when in. They block some of the sound but not all of it. Many people in my life casually don't even know I have them or sometimes put them in for louder places.

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transitranger327 · 11 months ago

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Sundari Twilight, Chapter 1: Necessary Bonding

This fic was inspired by this art by inzuss. It’s a Barrissoka fix-it au that takes place during Season 5 of The Clone Wars (this chapter takes place after episode 9, “A Necessary Bond”). Read it on Ao3 or below the cut

Notes: Ahsoka has lived thru some shit. And Barriss is an excellent slicer (the Star Wars name for a hacker)

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The shuttle descended from Coruscanti orbit. “It’s a bit tight for the nine of us,” Ahsoka thought, ”but it wasn’t a long trip.” Obi-Wan had graciously allowed her to fly the younglings back to the temple and skip out on the strategy conference she’d been dreading attending. On account of the frankly messed-up adventure they’d had coming back from Ilum. She wasn’t planning on lording that over Anakin, who hated conferences in much the same way she did, but maybe a younger her would have. One that hadn’t seen two years of constant war, fought off multiple diseases, died and been resurrected by literal Force gods, been hunted for sport and forced into slavery, or just had to protect six younglings from horrors she was barely a match for. At least she now had some free time to decompress and work thru her emotions. She had managed to only sob when the cockpit door was locked and Artoo her only companion. Anakin was probably finishing up making his travel plans and could only offer a few kind words and a short hug. But Barriss…Barriss…she would be there. She had said the trials had given her a lot to think about and she wasn’t deploying immediately. Ahsoka was just grateful to have someone who knew her available to talk. “All right kids, we’re approaching the Temple. Buckle up”

The younglings dashed out into the hangar ahead of Ahsoka, eager to return to their quarters. While many youngling clans kept in touch as they grew older (Ahsoka enjoyed catching up with her clan-mates over meals at the temple), she had a feeling these six would remain close friends for a long time. Bonds forged during crisis always seemed to last longer. That was something the Jedi were rapidly learning during the war, and while tradition dictated to let go of those bonds, she and Anakin had found the trust they had gained with the 501st to be much more useful than orthodoxy. Speaking of, he was standing there in the temple hangar, arms crossed, with the goofy grin he always wore when he was right. “Told you it wasn’t gonna be boring.” While the council tried stressing the Gathering was important or involved more responsibility, Anakin had just said that it wouldn’t be boring. “I’m glad you’re back safe,” he continued, as he gave her a small hug. This was not the same Anakin as the one who was full of stress and frustration when Ahsoka vanished on Felucia months prior. “All thanks to your training, Master.” “No, Ahsoka, you’re learning faster than I’m teaching you. Walk with me and Artoo?”

Master and Apprentice and Astromech walked the halls of the Jedi Temple together. Between the Onderon rebellion and the Gathering gone wrong, Tano had spent a lot of time away from Skywalker. They discussed their changing relationship, how they were becoming closer to partners than student and teacher. “The same thing happened to me and Obi-Wan after Geonosis. Those last few months of my apprenticeship, he trusted me like a brother.” Ahsoka could here the slight bitterness in his voice from Obi-Wan’s betrayal. But he continued, “I foresee those days coming for us too.” So that’s what changed. Maybe Anakin had spent time reflecting on loss. Or maybe he was saying something that he wasn’t sure about and trying to believe it.

“But Master, weren’t you his padawan for a decade? You’ve only taught me for two years.” “Snips, you’re not an ordinary student, and I’m not an ordinary teacher. I’ve learned just as much from you as you have from me. Not to mention Rex, Obi-Wan, Padmé, and all your other teachers.” They really were an odd pair, but Ahsoka wouldn’t want it any other way. “Alright, Artoo and I have a secret briefing here. Take care of yourself.” “I will, Master.”

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Ahsoka stood at the door to Barriss’s dormitory. While there were some rumors circulating about the two of them being more than friends, visiting fellow Jedi at their rooms was viewed with less suspicion than being greeted by them at an entrance or hangar. And Ahsoka wanted to keep it that way. Not that she felt any shame, but she didn’t want any reprisal from the council. Plo and Obi-Wan would understand, surely, but the rest? She refused to keep thinking like this, and so rang the Barriss’s buzzer. A cheerful voice replied, “enter!”

And there she was. Beautiful pale green skin, soft gentle curves, piercing blue eyes, a finely embroidered hood, kneeling at a small altar. Ahsoka took a seat next to her and reached out: first with her hand, then with the Force. As their fingers intertwined and their spirits touched, Ahsoka let the raging torrent of the Force carry her into the quiet pool Barriss was meditating in. It felt like a spring day on Naboo, the water a touch too cold for Ahsoka’s liking, and a bit of chop from a strong breeze, but it slowly warmed and stilled in her presence. While they had began this practice years ago as group meditation between friends, it had become something much more intimate. A sharing of feelings that transcended the honesty between most other Jedi. Being able to ground themselves in each other had become a fundamental part of their relationship. And so the two Jedi sat there, basking in the presence of each other and the Force. Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile when Barriss said, “Welcome back, my love.”

Barriss knew that her love could feel her intentions without words, but she also knew that physical words and touch meant more. While Ahsoka’s spirituality had sharply increased after Mortis, she was still firmly rooted in the material, the tangible. Which is why Barriss wasn’t surprised when Ahsoka planted a soft kiss on her exposed cheek, accompanied with an “I’ve missed you so much.” Oh who was she kidding, she loved hearing it too. She took off her hood, exposing the rest of her head to Ahsoka’s touch. Her hair was a privilege she offered to a rare few. Ahsoka took the invitation and wove her fingers into it as they continued kissing each other.

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The two Jedi had moved onto Barriss’s bed for more comfortable cuddles. Ahsoka was too tired for proper sex, but they had plenty of time for that later. She had settled for Barriss gently caressing her lekkus while she played with Barriss’s hair, which felt almost as good. “So how did the trials go?”

Barriss grimaced. The trials had been a mixed bag, but in a way that wasn’t obvious to most Jedi. “They were…fine.” She could tell Ahsoka knew what she meant. “With each trial, I grew more sure of myself and less sure of the Order. Everything we’re doing here feels less like doing the will of the Force and more like what’s politically convenient.” Despite knowing her lover would understand, she still felt the need to defend herself. “At one point, I had to mediate a mock dispute, and the correct, just answer wasn’t popular with either side. But isn’t fighting in the war completely at odds with that?”

None of this surprised Ahsoka. Multiple Jedi had made it known they were uncomfortable with being generals and commanders in the GAR, including Barriss. “I don’t disagree. There a lot of people we aren’t helping because they aren’t choosing sides or are actively fighting the Republic. And we should be helping them.”

This, however, did surprise Barriss. Ahsoka was always on the front lines, fighting side-by-side with the clones. Some had even started calling her and Anakin the “Heroes with No Fear”, a beacon of hope for the Republic. “How can you say that and still be fighting in the war?”

A question more people should be asking. “I’ve seen what armies do if left unsupervised. What warlords do when given control.” Ahsoka had to think a moment, trying to explain the certainty she felt about her own calling. “The Separatist Army is led by those who care nothing about sentient life. And if I don’t lead, who will? Tarkin is just as bad as Grievous, in many ways.” She smiled at her girlfriend, “just because it’s where I’m needed doesn’t mean it’s where you are needed.” As much as she wanted to always be side-by-side with Barriss, she knew their callings were different. There would always some distance between them.

“I just wish there was a way to get the council and everyone else to understand that this whole war is wrong.” Barriss wanted, no, needed people to understand her. “Well, I wouldn’t try bombing anything. I’m pretty sure that attack on Coruscant a year back is why we’re still in this war.” “What do you mean?” “The bombing happened during the peace vote in the Senate. After it had already passed in the Separatist Parliament.”

The pieces started falling into place for Barriss. A Separatist attack on Coruscant after they had voted for peace, coincidentally during the Republic vote on it? It was obvious. “Someone is manipulating this war. I need to find out who it is.” Her eyes pleaded with Ahsoka, “can you help me slice into the HoloNet?”

Ahsoka smiled, “Of course, love.”

—

Out of the two of them, Barriss was the better slicer. Her master had always valued intellectual skills, and programming was simply another language that she managed to pick up during her travels. She had mostly asked for Ahsoka’s help in any hardware-related issues, as she was probably the best mechanic in the Order after Anakin. Sometimes slicing required a hardware interface, and Barriss believed in being prepared. As Ahsoka’s head rested in her lap, she began slicing into the secure channels of the HoloNet. Most of them were private senatorial channels, but a few were carrying military information. Barriss tried unlocking them with various password spoofers, but none budged. Writing specific slicing programs for each channel would take a long time, so she prioritized the ones that weren’t routed thru the Temple. She whispered to her girlfriend, “Hey sweetheart, after your nap, can you warm up your soldering station? We need to build a vicepick.”

Half-asleep, Ahsoka mumbled, “sure thing love.” She drifted off to sleep dreaming of circuits and snuggles.

Barriss kissed her partner’s montral and returned to slicing. Her signature 3-part decryptor would do nicely, and writing variations on them was second nature at this point, constantly tinkering in search of perfection. Topping it off, the decoy profile she included was a forged senate page, and the tag style she used would read as first-year academy student. To anyone other than the most experienced slicers, it would look like a senator amateurishly trying to read classified information. That is, if they even looked in the first place.

—

Elsewhere in the Galaxy

Maul woke up from his sleep in a Death Watch camp. “Something has Changed”

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thinkinpoink · 1 year ago

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Day saved: learnt how to create and utilize slicers in Excel

#im taking the w yall #personal #it is VERY satisfying to have buttons in excel man #vs manually switching the filters #highly reccomend #anyways #anything to get my mind off deceased returns

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jovoy · 1 year ago

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was habing a really bad morning at work and in my manic panic attack induced state pf desperation i thought to myself its an excellent idea to take 5 mgs of ativan here right now. i dont feel as though i should be operating a meat slicer in any case

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writerben01 · 1 year ago

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Writing round-up 2023

This year I started keeping track of the words I write, including for which project. Which means I have all kinds of fun graphs =D

Writing per month:

The effects of NanoWrimo are clearly visible. But also the stress that started around Juni and has been hampering writing productivity.

Words written by fandom confirms what everybody knows. I'm a Naruto fanboy.

And then more details under the cut.

I've imported most of my projects I work on, but I also have a catalogue of WIPs that aren't in here yet and only get added when I do work on them. 46 new writing projects started this year. I'm afraid to add a colum for Progress/Complete for this one.

This is also in contrast to where the written words go. Recent projects get the most attention, with the only exception being Sundial in the Shade that was started in 2019.

Below are all projects that got at least 5000 words progress in 2023. It's a nice mix of different projects, while clearly showing bias to the stories I'm most enjoying writing.

Sundial in the Shade: My main project that I'm writing and updating monthly on AO3. A retelling of Naruto with more emphasis on hard work and introduction of much alternative worldbuilding. Words written include the editing of what I've already written and the entirety of Nanowrimo 2023. Part of Nanowrimo 2022 (that I finished in January) also counts for this, but was registered differently for reasons.

Konoha Celestial Forge: New story that I started writing this year about a Konoha civilian getting super powers... and being depressed and secrative about it. Little planning, much improvisation, which makes it fun to write. And a bit more relaxing without my usual standards.

To Those Who Don't Fear Death: Jumpchain story that's very ambitious and fun to work on because it's basically 10 WIPs strung together with twine. Massive crossover, written completely out of order, and I keep getting lost reading the parts I've already written and cursing myself for not finishing.

Nowhere to go but up: a plot idea for a NaruSasu story that I ended up writing up extensively. One of those 14 page outlines that I may have to publish as-is because I don't think I'll have time to actually write it. Naruto gets kicked out of his apartment and Sasuke takes him in. And they fall in love from there.

Haruno Sakura and the other members of Team 7: another outline, this one written out of spite, in which Sakura is completely overpowered and the whole of Konoha has to learn the lesson that women can have power, actually, without having to fear them.

Just a taste/Caught in the Rain: stories I was commissioned to write and not public.

Life is a frolic rump old chum: The story that is in desperate need of a better name. It's Gamer!Naruto, which I only want to start publishing if I can finish it. There are too many Gamer fanfics that are published incomplete. An incredible joy to write and I have Excel spreadsheets to track experience points and all the stats.

Queen Hayate: Writing prompt that was super fun to do! I'll have to add it to my Tumblr collection this week. Girl was stolen as a toddler and became basically a goddess in a different universe, now finally back in her normal body and dealing with the PTSD (and realising this reality has some evil that needs war declared on them too). I should do more writing prompts again. They are super fun, when I have the time and energy for them.

I've added slicers to my graphs so I can only look at the 2024 data, and have another round-up next year. Curious how it'll compare!

If there are any titles that you have questions about, don't hesitate to ask =D best way to motivate me to write something is to get me talking about it.

#TheLionWrites #TheLionDoesStatistics #TheLionYearlyRoundup

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kudosmyhero · 1 year ago

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Transformers Spotlight: Orion Pax: Omega's Conundrum

Read Date: March 21, 2022 Cover Date: December 2012 ● Writer: James Roberts ● Penciler: Steve Kurth ● Inker: Juan Castro ● Colorist: Jesus Aburtov ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: John Barber ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● it's nice to see him before he was Optimus Prime, before he got so serious ● ha! I love Rung's brochures to help autobots with change: "Coping with Change: From Repaints to Redesign" and "Old Spark, New Body: After the Transplant." I wonder if they have to keep a similar size… ope, Zeta just answered my question by mentioning that Pax is bigger in the upgrade ● "Nightbeat" is an excellent name ● the Decepticons are holding Ratchet prisoner somewhere ● oo, I wonder who their Decepticon prisoner is that they're swapping for Ratchet. Starscream? that's my guess. ● so Omega's Conundrum is the autobot equivalent of Schrodinger's Cat… ish? ● not Starscream ● yeah Pax, I wouldn’t takr transformation advice from a pair who burned out their cogs so bad that they no longer have alt modes ● ah, Chekhov’s Instantaneous Conversion…

● that ended rather abruptly ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: Four million years ago and ten thousand miles above Cybertron's surface, Orion Pax is bound to a shuttle on a crash-course with Iacon, with no doubt in his mind that he should have gone with Plan B…

Some time earlier, at Autobot headquarters, Wheeljack, Kaput, and Rung oversee the mechanical, medical, and psychological aspects of Orion Pax's hasty refit into a new, tougher body in preparation for a dangerous mission he is about to embark on. Although a little disappointed to have lost his "lucky faceplate", Pax is happy with the new form, and eager to carry out the duty assigned to him by Zeta Prime: escorting a Decepticon prisoner to a rendezvous point within the treacherous Rust Spot, there to exchange him for the captured Ratchet. Pax is joined on his mission by hostage negotiator Nightbeat, who provides a detailed briefing of the dangers of the Rust Spot, and the venerable Alpha Trion, leading expert in Cybertronian topography. As they prepare to leave, Nightbeat quickly loses patience with the elderly Transformer's pearls of wisdom, as he muses on the foundling Autobot faction's adoption of a longstanding cultural emblem called the "First Face" as their insignia, and applies the old logical paradox called "Omega's Conundrum" to the locked trailer containing the prisoner for transport: how can they be sure there's anything in there if they don't open it?

113 kliks into their journey through the Rust Spot, Pax inquires how Alpha Trion knows so much about it, and the old sage reveals that he explored it, and the rest of the planet, with the fabled Metroplex in ages past. The trio are attacked mid-sentence by local monstrosities known as Slicers, but the gung-ho Pax charges into action and they soon have the creatures in retreat (though Pax takes one of their blades to the face and blames the lack of his faceplate for the injury). The trailer is sprung open in the fight, but the prisoner doesn't get far… or rather, prisoners. The captives turn out to be a pair of spark-bonded Decepticon twins named Rack and Ruin who were responsible for a bombing at the G'th Semane spaceport. Puzzled at Megatron's willingness to turn over an important figure like Ratchet in exchange for these two grunts, Pax talks with the pair, who prove even more harmless than expected when they reveal they can't even transform, having pushed their transformation cogs too far practising the high-speed process of "instantaneous conversion". Pax talks about the Decepticon philosophy with them, and they admit to fear that Megatron will kill them. Moments later, a trio of Seekers led by Thundercracker arrive to escort Prime's team to the location for the exchange.

Presently, the group arrives at the Decepticons' bolthole, where Bludgeon welcomes them. With the unarmed Autobots surrounded, the Decepticons seize Alpha Trion: capturing him has been their true objective all along, so that he may lead them to Metroplex, whose dimension-transcending abilities will be used to create a space bridge. Allowed to go free by Bludgeon on Megatron's order, Orion poses Omega's Conundrum to the skeletal Decepticon with a wry twist: sometimes, a box can be both empty and full, as he demonstrates by triggering the release of a cache of concealed weaponry from within his trailer. A firefight erupts, during which Rack and Ruin offer to lead the Autobots to safety; Pax covers their escape, but is captured himself and promptly tied to a shuttle by Bludgeon with intent to be fired at the nearest population centre by Bludgeon for no reason other than sheer theatricality. Thundercracker is angry at the killing of civilians, but Bludgeon brushes off his concerns, patiently listens to Pax's stalling tactics as the Autobot foresees a future for him as a figure of failure, then shoots him into the sky. "Fortunately", Pax deduces that the shuttle is going to crash clear of any cities… until it collides with another passing craft and is deflected onto a trajectory that points it straight at Iacon. Remembering Rack and Ruin's advice, Pax shuts down his transformation cog safeties and tries instantaneous conversion, snapping his bonds with the speed of his transformation. Pax takes control of the shuttle and crash-lands it clear of the city, his new body taking the experience in stride, leaving him battered but still intact. It's a good body, Pax thinks, as he sits among the wreckage—it's just missing one thing. Scooping up a piece of metal from the debris, he silently fixes it over his face in emulation of his old faceplate.

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Omega%27s_Conundrum)

Fan Art: Rack 'n' Ruin by WheelJack-S70

#idw #idw comics #my idw read #transformers #orion pax #comics #comic books #fan art #fanart

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