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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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The Buggy Twins as Adults pt. 2 🤡 🤡

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• When the guys get their incredibly high bounty they realize quickly- They actually need a crew and ship.

• It was only the blessings of some sick God that was keeping them alive and pure stupid luck. But they needed a ship-

• Which for them was easier said then done.

• In truth Buggy had gifted them a ship when they first set sail- However it burned down after Bee was trying to make a new bomb and it quite literally exploded it his face-

• Which was what lead them to the Marine Base, which was also accidently exploded by you guest it- Bee

• So a ship was needed Pronto

Dee looked over the maps to the nearest village, their small dingy bobbing him side to side as he looked over his compass.

"This is so fucking stupid-" He groaned, looking to his brother who was snoring barely a foot from him. Dee kicking his brother hard on the shin making his twin shoot up in surprise.

"Hey watch it!-" Bee grumbled as he glared at his brother, fixing the hat on his head as he saw Dee glare at him.

"Watch it my ass- We need a real fucking ship yesterday. How come you manage to blow up a damn navel base but can't find a proper ship!?" He screamed as his brother shrugged it off in a lazy matter.

"Lucky!? We have a 500,000,000 berry on our head and no God damn ship! We are fucked"

"Lucky I guess?-" Bee said which made Dee damn near blow a fuse.

"Well maybe we don't have to be-"

Bee said with a smirk as he pointed ahead, Seeing a growing mass right in the distance. Dee's eyes widened at this, looking at the map in confusion.

"Wait- There are no islands for at least another day or two what is that?-"

Bee smirked at this as he winked at his twin.

"It's a floating military base dear brother. Aka our ticket to supplies and a ship-"

• The twins despite better judgment rowed their little dingy to the side of the massive tanker and climbed up- Thanks to Dee's devil fruit abilties.

• Bee whistled at the sight of her, She was hot to say the least- Long red hair and face that was soft and delicate paired with the guns at her hip he wondered if she was good with her han-

• In truth it was far easier then they expected-

• The twins slinked through the ship, Fortunate that they were able to disguise themselves far better as it just required removing their makeup and stashing the fake red nose in their pockets. Deciding shirtless was better since they looked like lazy cadets who had rolled out of bed-

• Snagging a few hats and rushing with other groups they separated. Bee to make a distraction and Dee to find some supplies and hopefully take over the ship.

• Bee walked through the corridors of the ship, hiding in random spots to hopefully get to the helm.

• She turned the corner and he realized she was sneaking around too... deciding that it was best to leave her be.

• He had other things to do anyway-

• Dee went down below and saw that the ship was towing another- clearly a captured pirate ship of sorts. Which ment there was a crew on board.

Going down to the brig he snuck through, his head lowered like some cadet who was terrified. Glancing about he noted the lazed security, sneaking in he didn't see a whole crew but instead a lone guy chained up- each arm chained seperate and he had clearly been well beaten.

"If you're here to try again you aren't getting squat- You hit like a girl" He stranger grumbled-

"No im not a Marine- I'm not going to do whatever they've done to you" Dee said calmly, glancing around to look for keys.

"Is that your ship they are towing?" Dee questioned, the man glancing up and he saw yellow for a split second.

"Yes?.."

"If I get you out of here, can we all use your ship to go? Me and my brother need one" Dee admitted, feeling like honesty was the best option.

"Whats you and your brothers name?" He questioned.

"Dee and Bee... the Buggy Twins" He heard the man snort a laugh at this and nodded in agreement to the terms.

Dee stared at the man, Hesitant for only a moment before pulling out two pins from his hair and cracking the cage open. Starting on each arm of the chain to get him out, till pausing when he felt cold metal touch his head.

"Woah Woah-" Here helping Dee said calmly, glancing to see some red head girl pointing the gun at his face.

"Hold it Vi- He's with us.." The black haired man said quickly.

"Besides I'm Bullet Proof so let's lower the gun. We can all board the ship and get out of here before we get executed? Sound like a Deal?" Dee said quickly.

She lowered the gun quickly and sighed- "And here I thought you were anti-social Alu.." She said with a roll of his eyes. "This is Vivian, my gunner and hopefully first mate" The prisoner introduced as Dee finished taking off his final restraints.

The red head rolled her eyes "In your dreams... and Let's go-"

• The trio ran through the corridors. Hiding whenever solider passed them by and keeping low-

• However it seemed they were having better luck then the other twin. While had found himself at the haul of the ship all right- along with the Vice-Admiral of the ship.

"H-Hey There Cap just passing throu-" She cut him a look and held a hand up up.

"That is by far the worse get up of a pirate sneaking on my ship... are you stupid?" She questioned.

Bee stared at the Vice-Admiral watching as she pulled a sword and glared at him, noting he didnt even have a chance to lie.

"Fucking Pirates.. getting lazier by the day" She hissed at his idiocy, blade raised already to cut him down but he held up his hands with a dazzling smile.

"Woah Woah- before you off me Wanna see a magic trick?" Bee said with a wink making the women look at him comfused- Before in less then a second he pulled put 3 balls suddently and tossed them her way, her immediate reaction to swipe them away with her sword that was till mid air she saw the skulls painted on them.

"Shit-!"

BOOM!-

• The trio jumping from the massive ship to the lower towed away ship- As they Fell Vivian shooting at the rope connecting them to seperate.

• As the exposition hit the trio heard it and the alarms that rang out. Dee grabbing the two of them quickly already knowing it was his twin

• "MOVE Move!" He yelled as they went to the back of the ship were the smaller pirate vessel was being towed.

"GO GO! NOW!" Vi screamed as the three started to set sail to get as far away as possible.

The Marines seeing this as the sounds of Marines yelling 'THE PRISONER IS ESCAPING' Sounded and gunfire rang out from the Marines trying to shoot at them.

"DONT FORGET ME YOU ASSHOLES!" Bee screamed as the Marines shot behind him- soot covering his face as he clearly was caught in the explosion. Swan diving onto the smaller ship face first into solid wood. But it was better then being shot at!

• The prisoner helping the other blue haired teen to his feet-

• "Did you cause that fucking explosion?" He questioned as the twin of the man who saved him groaned and nodded.

• "Not spooky dude.. Alucare.. Dracule Alucare" He dark haired man grumbled, pushing back his dark locks as he looked at the twins. Both seeing the undeniable yellow eyes of the famed pirate lord son.

• "Damn right spooky dude.." Bee groaned out, The prisoner sighing as he helped him up.

• Canon fire rocking the ship as they all yelled and tried to stay put. As the ship groaned and creaked from the attack- Vivian jumping up quickly to help set the sails to get the ship moving faster.

• "Dracule? Like Mihawk? Holy shit dude your dad is like super famous!" Bee said in shock, Alucare shrugging at this. "Same goes with you.. The Buggy Twins, sons of a Yonko and having 500,000,000 Berry for the both of you. Not bad" The two men nodding in agreement of fluffing egos.

• Vivian rolling her eyes at both of them.

• "Wait how were you even arrested? You and your family are kind bad asses?" Bee questioned amused, The dark haired man sighing heavily.

• "Better term would be hunted down-" Alucare grumbled, rolling his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

• "Hunted? By who man!?" Bee yelled, Alucare glancing back at the massive ship thay they were sailing away from- Clearly the explosive damage from the Buggy Twins forcing the Marine Boat to stop for repairs completely and forcing the pirates to sail on woth minimum damage.

• "By her-" Alucare explained as he pointed out to the massive ship and the person who was clearly fuming standing at the front of the ship, Dressed in ger vice admiral uniform she glared hard down at the group of small time pirates- Fist clenched over her sword as she knew it was foolish to chase them.

• "The youngest and probably most brutal Vice-Admiral in history.. Lyra Beckman-" Alucare said with a hearty sigh- Bee jaw dropping.

• "WE FINALLY HAVE A CREW!" Bee yelled as the rest stared at the Clown, even Dee rolling his eyes.

• "Fuck dude-"

• "Fuck indeed... Now let's get some distance before she decides killing me is more important then ship repairs"

• They all agreed and began to haul ass away- until they were sure they were safe enough from the ship and it was a dot in the horizon. Vi glaring at Alucare before tossing a wrapped bundle at him, Opening it to glance and see some clothes and his sword.

• "Don't expect me to rescue you again-" She said shortly. Alucare brushing her off as he went to get changed.

• Bee took note of this- A swordsman... a Gunner.. his brother as a Navigator-

• "We are not a crew!" They all yelled at him.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #dad buggy #buggy twins #Buggy!children

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fafnir19 · 23 days

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Desire upon the sea

It all started with a stroke of unbelievable luck. I, Lennart, a carefree 20-year-old student with a penchant for casual attire, had won a first-class voyage on an exquisite cruise ship. The grand prize seemed tailor-made for an older, more refined audience, a fact only accentuated by the conspicuously elegant attires the other passengers flaunted. As I stepped onto the luxurious cruise ship, I couldn't help but notice the elegant attire of the other passengers. It seemed like everyone had walked straight out of a black-tie event, while I was just a casual bloke in my everyday clothes.

Still, I brushed it off and decided to make a joke out of it, because that's just the kind of guy I am. I spent my days wandering around the ship, enjoying the sights and sounds, until one evening, I heard peculiar noises trailing behind me. As I turned to investigate, a strange figure materialized from the shadows. It was a goblin, of all things, with a sneer etched onto its wrinkly face.

"What's your problem, buddy?" I said, half-amused. "You're the problem!" the goblin retorted, pointing a gnarled finger at me. "You're ruining the ship's reputation with your scruffy appearance and lack of grooming. Clean up your act, lad!" I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation before bidding the goblin goodnight and heading to bed. Little did I know that the night held a surprise for me. The following morning, I shuffled groggily to the bathroom, only to realize I'd been blessed with a new haircut—a perfectly styled 'do that I hadn't asked for. Confused and a tad worried, I heard the goblin's cackling echoing in the room. I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen, leaving me to exclaim, "If I can get my hands on that little troublemaker!"

The day took an even stranger turn when I found myself at the spa, enjoying a massage from a petite, skilled masseuse. As her hands worked their magic, I felt an odd sensation spreading through my body, like I was being tugged and twisted in ways unimaginable. I winced in discomfort and pleaded with the masseuse to stop, but all I heard was the goblin's laughter. And when I looked in the mirror, a shock awaited me. My unkempt form had vanished, replaced by the silhouette of a young Greek god—toned muscles, blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. It was as if I'd stepped out of a marble statue, and with a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance, I muttered, "What in the goblin's name is happening to me?"

Determined to escape this madness, I embarked on a shore excursion, hoping for some respite. However, upon my return, I found my clothes gone, replaced by a sleek suit and accessories—courtesy of the goblin's mischievous handiwork. From that moment onwards, it seemed the goblin held the reins to my desires and appearance, turning me into an impeccably groomed, preppy youth. As the days went by, I longed to break free from this bizarre spell, but the ship was already bound for a week-long journey across the Atlantic, leaving me at the goblin's whims.

As I sauntered across the deck, trying to make sense of my inexplicable transformation, a sleek sports boat docked at the cruise ship. A suave, sophisticated businessman disembarked and strode towards the pool deck, exuding an air of confidence and allure.

My gaze inadvertently intersected with his, and it was then that I discerned a disquieting fascination glinting within his eyes. Despite my efforts to elude the intrusive weight of his lingering stare, the sensation of being undressed by his gaze trapped me in a discomfiting nexus of unease. Seeking to extricate myself from this distressing conundrum, I made a hasty retreat to my cabin.

A futile hope, as it turned out, when I found him seated at my table during dinner.

"Good evening," he greeted me with a captivating smile. "I'm Pierson. I couldn't help but notice our paths have crossed numerous times on this ship." I swallowed nervously, feeling the weight of his gaze, and managed a polite response. "Lennart," I said, trying to keep my cool. "Yes, indeed. It's quite the coincidence." Pierson leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Coincidence, you say? Or is it fate that led us to each other?" His words, dripping with a hint of flirtation, left me flustered. "I-I'm not sure what you mean," I stumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. As the dinner progressed, Pierson's attention remained fixed on me, his subtle innuendos fluttering around the air like mischievous butterflies. Being straight, I felt a wave of discomfort and couldn't help but squirt under the weight of his suggestive remarks.

Night descended upon the ship, and soon I found myself in a tormented state of slumber, plagued by the most bewildering dreams. Dreams of Pierson, his intoxicating eyes, and the touch of his lips upon mine. It was a series of vivid and erotic dreams. When I woke up the next morning I realized that the dreams were not only intense but also wet dreams. The following day, I attempted to evade Pierson, hoping to dispel the lingering echoes of those perplexing dreams. However, the next night I had the same dreams again.

One sunny morning, as I lounged by the pool, attempting to find solace in the ocean breeze, I spotted Pierson striding past. His eyes met mine, and a faint but unmistakable smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Suddenly, an unexpected sensation sent a shiver down my spine—a telltale sign of arousal. I shifted uncomfortably, desperately hoping to conceal my hard-on.

Later, as we convened for dinner, I found myself battling with an unfamiliar, unwelcome sensation. My cock twitched by the mere sight of Pierson.

Flustered and at a loss, I hastily excused myself, feigning an excuse to retire early. Alone on the deck, I let the cool ocean breeze wash over me, attempting to clear my mind from the bewildering entanglements stirring within. Before I could process my thoughts, I felt a presence behind me. A familiar one. Pierson's arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he leaned in, planting a tender, albeit unexpected, kiss upon my lips. For a brief moment, I flinched, but then something within me surrendered to the moment, allowing it to unfold. The night swiftly turned into a whirlwind of passion, eventually leading us to Pierson's suite, where our mysterious liaison reached its climax. The morning light revealed a revelation—a revelation that struck with the laughter of the irksome goblin.

A voice, singing, "That's how I like you, sweet gay Lennart!" I protested, adamantly refuting the label, but the goblin's words reverberated in the chamber. "I planted gay dreams in your head, and you made them happen. You've sealed your fate, lad. Embrace it." Before I could offer a rebuttal, Pierson reappeared, casting a suggestive glance my way, proposing an amorous shower together. In a moment of bewildered impulse, I accepted, and it marked a peculiar turn of events for me. In the days that followed, Pierson bid farewell to the ship, leaving behind a bewildered, conflicted Lennart, lost in the peculiar conundrum of his newfound reality. Days passed, each rolling into the next, veiling me in my own introspection until an unexpected surprise awaited me one fine morning. There, upon my bed, lay a pristine steward uniform, intricately folded, bearing the goblin's crimson laughter. He explained, "Pierson was pleased with your service. As a reward, you're destined to don this uniform and live out your gay fantasies amidst the opulent corridors of this ship." And so, clad in the uniform, I embarked on a whimsical journey, serving the passengers with impeccable grace, while navigating the bewitching intricacies of my newfound desires. Is this my fate—a twist of magic and mishaps, or perhaps an unforeseen realm of revelation that awaits amidst the billowing seas? Only time would reveal the enigmatic path that lay ahead.

#male tf #male transformation #straight to gay #servant

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mcytblrsexymen · 1 year

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Highlights from the Mod Chat pt 3.

[ID: discord message from a capricious and willful god, reading: shoutout to the fact that the quackity and etho girlies still seem to be deciding to ship them now love whatever was happening over there with that alliance. godbless]

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[ID: discord message from [binarual + bisexual] I love everyone in the notes like "oh no I voted for them both how could they be in the same poll now!" Well, you see.]

[ID: discord conversation, reading: SAD GAYISMS for SEXYLAMPNAP: yeah but tumblr/4chan was more popular as a hateship Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs: there's a sentence]

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[ID: Discord message from VOTE FOR TECHNOBLADE, reading: Scar would approve of the fraud]

[ID: discord message, reading: anon: like, do we have... any other plans for when the poll ends? Erotic Mushroom Indoctrination: ...nap? a capricious and willful god: yeah nap classically trained drabbler: an adult beverage (this message has been reacted to ten times with the Clap emoji) undercover weeb: pizza VOTE FOR TECHNOBLADE: Buying discount love candy after work (this message has been reacted to nine times with the elmo fire emoji)]

[ID: discord message from gay for infographics, reading: New nickname thanks to ma sœur! Now if there's ever another mod chat post and I have said a funny thing, my name doesnt have to be censored ahahaha this message has been reacted to four times with the Laugh emoji]

[ID: discord conversation, reading: Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs: I think it either has to be defaults or "recognized sexist skin" and my brain is just too slow to pick out what that means alone, right now fake GeorgeNotFound fan: beautiful typo Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs: oh no]

[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: god bless ren and martyn's open homoeroticism it has been reacted to 3 times with the pushpin emoji]

[ID: discord message from charlie slimecicile enoyer, reading: i think it'd be funny to let the blog collect dust for a few years to recover and then out of nowhere on a completely different, unrelated date, drop a series of polls where the only option for all of them is ethoslab and also one for pix. It has been reacted to 3 times with the 100 emojij]

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[ID: discord message from Fiendish Bots/Glorious Sideblogs, reading: Just had to explain both tumblr and Minecraft to my doctor]

#data crunch group chat

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strobichie · 9 months

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just sae.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but something seems wrong... why is monika sae?

little note: bachira is sayori, rin is natsuki, and isagi is yuri!!

your perspective:

i had recently gotten a new computer, there are so many things i still need to work with and customise to my liking.

so, to cure my boredom, i'm installing ddlc again and replaying it!

my favourite character is natsuki, i absolutely loved how adorable and relatable she just is. she reminded me of one of the kids i babysat.

after installing the win files i extracted them all and started the game up, as usual, i see the 4 dokis on the main screen on startup.

i entered my name of choice and started the game ---

wait, bachira??? FROM BLUE LOCK??

why was he sayori? not gonna lie, his sprites are really cute, but how..??

i re-checked the website i downloaded the game from but it displayed the 4 dokis there and there was nothing wrong..

huh, why am i being scared?

i should be grateful, honestly.

i've been blessed by the gods above!! for once i'm fucking lucky!

no way was i gonna pass up the opportunity to interact with my favourite anime characters especially since they somehow ended up in my favourite childhood game..!

i wonder who natsuki, yuri, and monika would be, though?

this is interesting! as i progress even more reading the dialogues and clicking on the chat box, after a few minutes of suffering i finally got to the literature club with bachira!

"seriously, a girl? way to be a killjoy." rin... RIN?!?!?!?!?!

OH MY GOD RIN IS SO HOT? HIS ATTRACTIVENESS SCALE WENT TO 100 TO 1000 SO QUICK!!

wait.. could that mean ---

ISAGI IS YURI!! YES!! MY FAVOURITES ALL IN ONE ROOM!!

i hope monika is kaiser or even better, anri..!!

gosh this got me feelin' so giddy and chipper in the early fucking morning..

i skipped a few of the dialogues, and abruptly stopped when a certain person came into view.

...sae? really?

what an eyesore. i hate sae, of all people, why sae?

sure he was similar to monika, but only in appearance. kaiser or anri could have been able to fulfill this role.

i sighed in annoyance, at least i have rin and the others...

i continuously skipped many dialogues and had finally gotten to the part where sayori, or in this situation bachira, hangs himself..

right, this was a horror game after all. did i really forget about the main plot?

i stared at the screen with an obvious frown. rin and isagi are next..

and the person behind all this was saeshit. ugh, seriously... well, good thing i can just delete his files at any given time.

progressing through the story even further, i got a special poem and cringed at the 'drawing'. it was bachira hanging in a humorous manner.

this was unfortunate.

i clicked on the chat box endlessly, wanting to speedrun to the moments of all my favourite characters deaths..

seeing rin crack his neck and isagi stab himself looking like a crazed maniac broke my heart. good things don't last.. this will probably be the last time i'll ever be able to play this version of the game.

then, here sae was, fuck was he smiling for?

"let me take a quick one of rin's cupcakes, these such are really good for a brother so shitty and nasty." i scoffed and gritted my teeth in anger, sae was clearly the asshole in their brother-ship.

i was met face-to-face with sae, i pursed my lips and stared at my computer screen.

"it's nice to talk to you even if it's by a dialogue box." is this even real?

"i know that you're thinking: is this legitimate? to answer your question, yes it is. i became self aware after everything in that god damn manga and anime called blue lock, i felt sick and tired of not being able to show up in the manga after a long period of time. somehow, i found a way to break the barrier between the fictional animanga world and reality as you call it." that was a mouthful. he was pretty talkative now. my burning hatred for sae cooled down a bit as he spoke more ---

"i found this 'cutesy romance horror' game and it had all the things i needed in order to cross over to the real world. this version of the game only exists on your desktop, {user}. is {user} even your name? are you even a girl?" he shot me a confused expression.

"honestly, i don't care anymore. even i started falling in love with you. i thought i wasn't capable of love, just like the original character monika, i fell in love with you." this sent a shiver down my spine, i sweat-dropped and continued reading his dialogues.

"you read that right, i love you. even if i'm not real, i love you. i won't ever let you leave me. i'll kill you even if you think of it." he coldly stated and i opened my file explorer, ready to delete his character file --- huh.. why couldn't i delete it?

"i'm disappointed, why would you wanna try to delete me? i love you, you should be grateful i love you." but i hated sae, i hate him!

"i've been practicing for a while, i think i can finally break the laws of physics and rules of nature between our worlds." uhm, does he even know what the fuck's he saying?

"i'll see you soon, goodbye {name}. i love you." HOW DID HE GET MY NAME? DID HE HACK INTO MY COMPUTER BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK..?!?!?!

i was scared shitless, jesus christ, just what did he mean by all that? i force shut down my computer and rolled to my bed covering myself in my blankets. time to go back to sleep after that eventful experience.

short little fic, should i make a part two?

finally made a part 2!

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virtu4l-archieve · 12 days

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and this, your living kiss || opal_bullets

rating: explicit

audio length: 7 hr. 5 min.

ship: dean/cas

tags: poetry, writer!dean, professor!castiel, college au, john winchester's a+ parenting, mentions of past prostitution, mentions of cancer, angst with a happy ending

summary: after years of no longer writing poetry under the name jack allen, dean begand to crave a sense of being alive again. he suddenly decides to move in with sam and elienne, along with their son jack. searching for answers dean reaches out to his old mentor, missouri moseley, who recommended dean to audit an advanced college course in poetry taught by professor castiel novak. who happens to not only be devastatingly handsome and see something in dean, but happens to also be academic’s expert on jack allen.

um does anyone have any poetry recommendations? i’m searching for the similar highs i get from hearing jack allen’s poems. read this fic. read this fic. read this fic. actually- listen to it instead! atylk is known as a classic deancas fic- AND ITS FOR A REASON! i loved it found myself shrieking and talking to myself out of pure excitement as i listened. (god bless podfics!) i’ll definitely listen to it again in the future. xx

#dean/cas #poetry #writer!dean #professor!castiel #college au #john winchester a+ parenting #mentions of past prostitution #mentions of cancer #angst with a happy ending #deancas #destiel ao3 #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #dean/cas classic #and this your living kiss #atylk

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 9 months

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Count Your Blessings [a Joel x reader fic]

Read on Ao3

Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/reader (could have a vagina but non-descriptive)

Tags/warnings: Fellatio, Cock-Riding, Penetrative Sex, Cock-warming, possibly gendered nicknames.

Summary: Waiting out the rain during a raid, you help Joel release some stress.

Words: 1,519

A little rain never deterred neither you nor Joel. You once heard him say, in his Texas drawl, "I ain't made of sugar".

But now, the skies have opened, and the night is pitch black. The roar of the rain makes it hard to hear anything, the water gets in your eyes, blurs the world. You're soaked through in a matter of minutes, so with a nod to each other, you and Joel decide to take cover in a nearby house.

You make your rounds, checking every room to see that the house is indeed deserted before you meet up in what used to be the living-room. There are some old, dusty furniture still left, and with a deep groan, Joel sits in the armchair, the rifle across his lap.

"Try to get some shut-eye," he tells you, but you shake your head as you look out the window.

"You sleep. I'll keep watch."

Keeping watch isn't easy on a night like this when you can't see two feet in front of you. You turn your head to look at the outline of Joel. Even when you can't see him, you feel his tiredness, his restlessness at having had to change your plans about reaching the QZ by morning. Joel hates having to deviate from his plans, even if he's good at coming up with plans B, C, and D at the drop of a hat.

"Too amped up to sleep," he mutters, but you hear the armchair creak as he leans back. You turn back towards the window, staring out into the dark, rainy night, seeing nothing.

It's going to be a long night.

Joel sighs. A spring in the armchair cringes as he shifts.

"For God's sake, Miller," you roll your eyes. "Just get on the couch. Lie down. Close your eyes."

He just scoffs, and you shake your head quietly.

Time passes, maybe an hour. Neither one of you speaks, but you are both awake. You, staring through the window into a wet world that yields nothing but rain. Joel, in that armchair, stubbornly refusing to sleep. You know it’s not because he thinks you’re not up for the task of keeping watch. It’s just who he is: fiercely protective, unable to rest until he knows that you are as safe as you can be.

Which, you have reason to believe, you are now. No one is going to sneak up on the two of you tonight. Might as well get some shuteye yourself.

But you can’t tell Joel that. He’ll get up on those shitty knees of his and keep a silent vigil by the window until the first light of day. You can’t have him do that, he needs rest. And he’s too high-strung right now to rest.

He needs to unwind, and you know exactly how to help him with that.

Leaving your post at the window, you come up to the armchair and get on your knees in front of it, leaving your rifle to the side. Joel immediately sits up straight, hands on the armrests, like he’s about to push himself up.

“Switch?” he asks, but you shake your head.

“You sit your ass down, Miller.”

You can’t see his face clearly, but you know him well enough to envision his frown, the tight set of his lips. The grim question in his eyes.

Hands on his knees to help spread his legs, you move in between his thighs. When you slide your hands along his thighs, all the way up to his belt buckle, he grunts your name. His disgruntled tone makes it sound like a warning.

“Let’s see if I can’t turn that into a blessing,” you tease him, popping his belt open. Joel knows you well enough to not protest any more. He’s stiffening when you pull him out, and he releases the smallest sigh when you start to work him with your hand. The rain is still beating down on the roof, the windows, drowning out all other sound, but when you trace your tongue along the hardening length of Joel’s thick cock, there is no mistaking his sharp hiss of a quick inhale. You twirl your tongue around the salty wet head of his cock, your hand moving up and down to help him reach full hardness, and when he is rock hard, as hard as he can be, you take him in your mouth.

His fingers dig into the cracked leather of the chair’s armrests, and his head falls back. His legs press against your sides before he relaxes, knees falling open as you slowly, gently suck him. As he becomes more at ease, so do you: falling into almost a meditative state, you alternate between licking up and down his length, and taking him in your mouth. When your mouth dries out, you take him deep enough to almost gag, stimulating your glands to produce more saliva.

“Darlin’,” he groans when the taste of precum grows thick and strong. “’m close now, you want me to finish in your mouth?”

You take him as deep as you can, and hum. His hips very nearly jerk up at the sensation.

“Fuck… alright… fuck… baby…”

When he fills your throat with hot, creamy cum, you don’t pull away. Swallowing as much of it as you can, the rest dribbling down your chin, you blink away the tears and don’t release his cock until he’s hissing your name. Only then do you give him a moment, wiping your face on your sleeves.

He's breathing audibly, as are you, trying to catch your breath now that you have no obstructions. When he says your name, you stand up and pop open your belt.

“Stay hard for me, Joel,” you ask him as you pull down your pants and ratty underwear. “Legs open.”

“You gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” He manages to sound extremely disapproving, even when it would be a way most men would want to go.

“I’m just here to make you feel good.”

You turn around and sit on his lap, reaching between your thighs to find him and guide him home. Sinking down on his length, your lower lip catches between your teeth. You’re not as wet as you could – should – be, and Joel is hard to take under the best of circumstances. But you need this, goddammit, need to unwind just as much as Joel.

You exhale slowly as he splits you open, one inch at a time, and when he’s completely sheathed in you, you have to take a moment to acknowledge that you did, in fact, take the entirety of his big, fat cock in one go.

His thighs are flexed, and nearly jolt when you start to move tentatively, finding the way you want and need to roll your hips on his. Finding it, you grab both armrests to brace yourself on, and keep on grinding.

The rusty springs of the seat sing to the booming rain, and your panting breaths soon join the choir. Joel’s hands are loose on your hips, and you can tell that he wants to grab and bounce you off his cock at a pace of his own choosing. Joel so often wants to stay in control, be the one to decide how things are going to be done. It’s good for him to relinquish that control from time to time.

The rain keeps drumming on the windows, it’s like looking into a dark aquarium. You keep your gaze fixed on one of them, like you expect to see something, but there is nothing but darkness and water. The roof roars, and you can hear water dripping somewhere, probably the fireplace. Water, wetness, the slapping of your ass cheeks against Joel’s hips, his grunts, your moans. It's almost impersonal and mechanic, the way you don’t speak but use him to orgasm, your head thrown back and your mouth open in a silent scream. And yet it’s nothing like that. Not everybody gets this close to Joel. Not everybody has access to your core. You’re just in a hurry because no pleasure lasts forever in this world. You’re used to it.

The leather creaks when Joel thrusts up into you, exhales in quick, heated huffs until he paints your walls. You allow yourself a soft whine before attempting to rise, but Joel pulls you down on your back, covering him. Your clothes are damp, as are his, both your bodies are boiling.

“Keep me warm,” he grumbles in your ear, his arms going around you as his mustache scratches at your neck. Despite your oversensitivity, you keep him inside you, flex your inner muscles to hug him tightly.

He sighs your name, overflowing each letter with gratitude. Your smirk, just as he takes hold of your chin to angle your face towards him. He senses your smile when he kisses you, and he smiles back.

“’s that a blessing enough for ya?” he mumbles. You lay your arms on top of his and press your lips against his again.

“It is, and I’m counting them.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #the last of us fanfic #my fic

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ant1quarian · 29 days

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You have given me permission to ramble

Be prepared /silly

So for a little context, in my God AU, gods can time travel when they pass through the gate to the mortal realm

Outer and TK (Quantamtale Sans, I think) run it because they're the gods of Space and Time :D!

This means gods can exist in multiple places at once without actually having to strain themselves (so Reaper can go on break to flirt with Geno (I haven't quite decided if he's a ghost or another god yet) whenever he wants /silly)

Dust is one of the few gods who can be 'summoned' for blessings

(Other gods include Lust (Marriage and Fertility), Ink (Creation, although I like to joke he's the God of Tax Evasion because of my ask blog), Dream (Joy), and Fresh (Chaos))

(No one summons Fresh on purpose, though)

War (gonna call him that now) is mostly quiet, but he occasionally responds to whatever his 'brother' has to say and he's actually very silly when you get to know him

Sometimes he encounters Horror (famine) if they're both working in the same place

He'd see Nightmare (guess his job lol) but he doesn't need to come down to work when he can just do his job through people's dreams

He, like many of the other gods, fears Nightmare because ironically the God of Fear is paranoid, which makes him prone to randomly attacking the other gods

I have an obsession (/hj) with a certain ship child, so Fear has a son named Crescent (demi-god)

War has never met him, but Fear has made it clear he will regret getting near him

...Can't think of anything else rn

Unless you have questions? .w.

Intriguing intriguing! Consuming this information

I. . . do not currently have quest-

WAIT NO NEVER MIND

I love your AU, it sounds awesome, so I do have a question: What's War's personality like? Cold? Commanding? Intimidating? Just a silly guy? Charming? Persuasive? Almost has a hypnotic, alluring quality?

I am very curious about him :]

( And if you want name recommendations then mayhaps you could call him Carnage? Or something similar. War is obviously perfectly fine and awesome tho :D )

#Also.#You have been followed.#And if you are boopable #You will be booped.#:D #Dustverse #Arian's asks

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faefaye · 8 months

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Chinese LOTM Fic Recs

(@ihavenobigbrain)

I was asked about this, so here we go! (rubs hands together =D)

A few things to know:

I'll only separate by site (either AO3 or Lofter) and whether it's gen or has a ship. None of these recs have smut as far as I remember, as I rarely if ever read it.

I am not Chinese and know nothing about the Chinese language. I've read these fics through the browser translator. Likely there are errors in the translated English titles provided, please feel free to correct them.

For Lofter fics, I'm using the blog url (x in "x.lofter.com") as the writer's name, though idk if that's how it should be done.

Also for Lofter fics, I've linked the first chapter for multi-chapter stories. The rest can be found by going to the user's archive, or (with a bit more difficulty) by clicking on one of the tags at the bottom and going through that.

Recs under the cut because this became a longer post than I expected. Hope you find something to enjoy from this!

Gen Fics:

->AO3

DEITY MAY CRY, by buerzi: The story of an atheist who becomes a believer of the Fool. (post-Book 1, one of my favourite fics)

【克中心】愚者教会调查实录 / [Ke Center] Investigative Records of the Church of the Fool, by liusheng_A: The state of the Church of the Fool, two hundred years after the apocalypse.

Sing come twilight, by Mirrir_Error: Melissa has a conversation with a mysterious lady and learns the truth about her brother. (post-Book 1)

Fifteen Minutes, by ianto0706: Fors accidentally summons Gehrman's historical projection. (post-Book 1)

在葬礼上 / At the funeral, by Mirrir_Error: During Benson's funeral, Melissa meets a familiar stranger.

【破繭組】為美好的真神獻上祝福 / [Broken Cocoon Group] Offer blessings to the beautiful true god, by Zye_404: The four transmigrators meet up in the Astral Realm and decide to descend to the real world. Klein helps Roselle meet his children, Amanises goes shopping and ASG hunts down Amon.

【诡秘】欢迎加入地球OL保障队 / [Secret] Welcome to the Earth OL Support Team, by abigail_000017: Klein Moretti introduces you to the Earth OL Support Team, the first and last line of defence for Earth, and its various members. Do keep track of what you should and shouldn't do. (alternate universe)

但它不断冒出 / but it keeps popping up, by undertoneaugust: (author's summary) "After being woken up by his little niece for the thousand and eighty-sixth time, Klein Moretti finally agreed to play with her."

隐瞒之事 / concealment, by undertoneaugust: Bernadette in the present, seeking her father, and the past she remembers.

【诡秘】我有一个朋友 / [Secret] I have a friend, by Kuffskein: I suggested going on a walk to Deacon Leonard Mitchell, and so we visited Tingen. (first-person perspective, post-Book 1)

修罗会 / Shura Society*, by ominoushunter: When Klein resurrects from his grave, Azik is there. This leads to several things, but mainly the Tarot Club's utter confusion on the shape of the love polygon between Mr. Death, his many students, Mr. World and Mr. Star. (all ships present are mainly in the minds of the Tarot Club :p)

(*according to this post, "Shura Field" is a phrase used to refer to an intense struggle on a battlefield but also for shows where multiple characters are in love with the same person)

->Lofter

【廷根师生组】新生-随机爆炸鱼干 / [Tingen Students and Teachers Group] Freshmen, by linyuansuyuan: (author's summary) "Klein has three homes in Tingen, for which he needs to pay a low rent every month, a few carefully completed homework and several times of unburdened laughter." (pre-canon, warning for Canonical Character Death, slight hint of Azik/Klein but only as a student's crush) (this is the fic that shaped OG Klein for me, and made me fall in love with the pre-canon possibilities)

［海上组］冰山浮出一角 / [Sea Group] The tip of the iceberg emerges, by wangyouwushang86832: After the journey in Groselle's Travels, Gehrman loses his memory, only retaining the beginning of his time in Tingen. Danitz, Anderson and the rest of the Golden Dream get to see another side of the crazy adventurer. (incomplete, ongoing)

【诡秘之主观影体】我于神明 / [The Lord of Mysteries] I am in the gods, by xiayanzhangxiangyi: Tianzun tries to use the transmigrators to take away Klein's anchors. In order not to lose, Klein is forced to reveal the truth of his life to several people close to him, as well as the transmigrators. (post-Book 1, viewing fic)

【观影体】如果神弃之地的 "游戏" 被围观 / [Movie Watching Body] If the "game" of the Forsaken Land of the Gods is watched, by muleyi62440: While Klein is in the Forsaken Land with Amon, the Tarot Club pray to him. But rather than not getting a response, they are pulled into the gray fog and get to watch the struggles he's going through. (viewing fic)

【唤醒沉睡愚者24h/8:30】天幕之下 / [Wake up the Sleeping Fool 24h/8:30] Under the Canopy, by rizerxx: In the year 1366, the Fool wakes up.

1-【论坛体】论坛新更新的游戏，有人玩了吗？/ 1- [Forum body] Has anyone played the newly updated game in the forum?, by mlikebc: Forum story (ie, it takes place in some kind of online forum). The Church of the Fools has released a gacha dress-up game called Miracle Meimei, about a person waking up without memories and rediscovering the past. As people play it, they too discover the truth about the angels of the Fool and the people connected to them... (post-Book 1, incomplete, ongoing, mentions of stuff from COI, currently a 21-part story)

Leonard/Klein:

->AO3

【克中心】我可能是假的天使 / [Ke Center] I might be a fake angel, by BB_Roin: Canon divergence- if the Evernight Goddess couldn't separate the curtain from Zhou during the transmigration. The focus isn't on the ship and it's pretty slowburn Leoklein. (incomplete, ongoing)

World/Fool:

->AO3

世愚｜倒计时十五分 / World Yu | 15 minute countdown, by suqiansheng: After the betrayal in Utopia, Klein goes to the Historical Void before the First Epoch and summons Gehrman's historical projection. A much-needed moment is had. (note: not romantic in any way imo but it's tagged World/Fool so I'm reccing it here)

世愚｜小团圆 / World Yu | A little reunion, by suqiansheng: Klein and Gehrman are separated brothers, having a reunion dinner... (Major Character Death of sorts? Also, same note as above, ie has no romantic elements)

【愚世】最优解 / [Foolishness] The best solution, by Indigo10: Post-Book 1, Klein crafts a marionette Gehrman and instills him with the humanity Adam once gave him. (Major Character Death, same note as above :p)

世愚｜数到三 / Shi Yu | Count to three, by suqiansheng: Post-Book 1, the avatar of Gehrman Sparrow makes a suggestion to Klein. He is not the first Gehrman Sparrow to do so. (sorta Major Character Death)

世愚 | 雨夜乌托邦 / Shi Yu | Rainy Night Utopia, by suqiansheng: The Fool Klein shares a meal with his Blessed in Utopia. (AU where Klein's identities are separate people)

访谈录【愚世】 / Interview Record [Foolish World], by Fei Yu: Gehrman Sparrow, a heretic, has been captured and awaits execution. Before that, a reporter seeks him out for an interview about his life.

【世愚】妄念 / [Shi Yu] Delusion, by youlancangqiong: The Fool likes equivalent exchange, and asks Gehrman for his wish. (AU where these two are separate people, sorta Major Character Death?)

世愚｜值得 / [Shi Yu] Worthy, by suqiansheng: Before the apocalypse, Klein and Gehrman share a peaceful moment.

Azik/Klein:

->AO3

关于我那个总是陷入危险而不自知的同行 / About my colleague who's always in danger without knowing it, by ominoushunter: Canon divergence where Klein doesn't join the Nighthawks and instead becomes a history lecturer, but is still a Beyonder. Cue a comedy of misunderstandings between Klein and Azik, and their secret identities of "the World" and "the Death Consul".

【诡秘】死神即将回归……吗? [Secret] Reaper is about to return...?, by Kuffskein: Suarez, a descendant of the Eggers family, reports to Salinger about the changes in the present era. It's enough to make even enemies feel pity.

【诡秘】愚者教会内部论坛 / [Secret] Church of the Fool Internal Forum, by Kuffskein: Forum story. While discussing the past of the Angel of Death, people uncover a strange relationship between the Angel, Gehrman Sparrow, the Fool and an ordinary person named Klein.

苍白 / Pale, by ominoushunter: Rather than continuing his life as it is, Azik chooses to complete his soul in the mausoleum, and what follows from that.

【诡秘】谁才是执政官大人的真爱？/ [Secret] Who is the true love of the Consul?, by Kuffskein: For a festival of Bayam, tradition is that the Death Consul must travel the capital in a coffin alongside his partner. This would be all fine and good, if the high priest of Balam didn't have to decide who to invite between the Death Consul's six lovers.

->Lofter

【兹克24H：他的猫与锚-19:00】降灵之舞 / 【Zik 24H: His Cat and the Anchor-19:00】Spiritual Dance, by xiayanzhangxiangyi: After Azik wakes up, he goes to Bayam to introduce himself as the Angel of Death and learn more about the Church his student established.

【兹克520活动||17：20】艾格斯教授是gay还是邪教徒 / [Zik 520 Event||17:20] Is Professor Eggers gay or a cultist, by mosquitoyeah: During an expedition, a pair of brothers wonder about their guide Azik Eggers, and place a bet on whether he's a cultist or gay. (post-Book 1, two-part story)

Dunn/Daly:

->AO3

【索斯特➡戴莉】直至最后一朵玫瑰凋谢之时 / [Soest->Daly] Until the last rose fades, by GetSomeFries (NachtElf): Soest falls in love with Daly, but she keeps rebuffing him and he wonders why. (the arrow denotes one-sided feelings iirc)

邓恩史密斯查了五次水表 / Dunn Smith checked the water meter five times, by 6749: set within In Modern Day. This is the fifth time Dunn has visited Daly's house, citing reports that she's performing suspicious religious activities.

Amanises/Klein:

->AO3

今天世界不对劲 / Something is wrong with the World today, by Mirrir_Error: (author's summary) "Today is a special day, "—" wants to play an interesting game with the Fool."

Sharron/Maric:

->AO3

【沙琪玛】莎伦小姐心直口快 / [Sharron/Maric] Miss Sharron is outspoken, by huangnanjun: The story of how Sharron and Maric met, and how they escaped from the Rose School of Thought.

That's all from me for now!

For those who've read this far, I leave you with a wonderful Reddit post about how to browse for LOTM fics on Lofter.

#lord of the mysteries #lotm #lord of mysteries #fic recs #lotm spoilers #long post

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wprowers · 2 years

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Sonic boom (series) little silly facts

that I've gathered around. pt 1

• tails home smells like rotten fish (or knuckles said that out of pettiness, both are very possible if u ask me!)

• not a fact but this world seems very post apocalyptic to me like what u want me 2 say

• eggman absolutely has both mommy and daddy issues (my guy built himself a robot mom)

• tails is unhinged (my baby has the most dangerous workshop ever and does not care, he just does the most unsafe things)

• TAILS IS ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED HE IS CRAZY (HE ALMOST DROWNS SONIC ON A FROZEN LAKE JUST FOR A BET, BABY THAT'S YOUR BROTHER)

• sonic has a lovely singing voice (said by tails and i believe him)

• sonic and tails have sibling fights and i adore that (assuming sonic raised tails like in every universe makes sense they are both so petty and chaotic.)

• Everyone has their own home but knuckles, (he tried to get one for his lamp but ultimately decided to keep on being a nomad) but we know he lived in tails' porch for a while.

• Knuckles doesn't sweat due to a medical condition on his sudoriparous glands.

• Sonic said something like "i dont think they will accept 'gotta go fast' as a medical condition" .... so perhaps adhd sonic canon on boom universe ?

• Shadow is just a bitch like theres literally no purpose to his actions he's just bitchy and edgy god bless him.

• Sticks technically should be the town's mayor !! she obviously doesnt see herself fit for that role so she keeps being the hero of the hedgehog village.

• Sticks gave the name of hedgehog village in honor to Amy, thats so sweet ( this name lately gets roasted by the robots from, how i prefer to call it, robot utopia )

• Orbot and cubot are sentient enough to be masochists. (i will not explain u have to see this for yourself)

• Fanfictions of the sonic team are a thing on this universe, including apparently nsfw ones. (sonamy being the most popular ship)

• Amy has or has had important roles on the village besides being a local hero (participated on the election of the name of the village, and i dont remember the name but she had a part on the protection team por endangered species).

• Amy likes to paint, she seems to like anything to do with aesthetics or design.

• Amy's crush on sonic is very normal, she's not all over him and she is not crazy for his attention. with this i say that her crush in boomniverse is represented as a casual teenage crush. she calls sonic out when she needs and doesn't see him through rose tinted glasses.

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#i will so be making more posts about this #fact but not really #eggman is bisexual #like thats something i picked but i cant put here #since its not explicitly said #but cmon #sonic is too btw #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #tails #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #sticks the badger #eggman

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gideonisms · 8 months

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I am thrilled with non-white Gideon that our illustrious artists are blessing us with but I am also confused - is this something drawn from the books that I have missed? Or are we doing god's work and deciding for ourselves? It's a slay either way.

Also for context I have only read through the series once which I know is simply not enough times to catch everything in those books.

I mean her skin tone is not mentioned in book one. However in htn JOHN'S skin tone is described as an average shade of brown and we find out Gideon is his daughter. We also find out in ntn john is Maori and it's debatable but wake might also be. Wake's full name is partially a reference to a song in maori, the national anthem of aotearoa/new zealand. It's at least implied some people and culture from the area survived in the ship that got away. Nona also describes kiriona's skin as a similar shade of brown to her own when she's in harrow's body. I think that's all the mentions of gideon's skin tone that are in canon but if I'm forgetting something feel free to point it out! There is also word of god on gideon & harrow being Maori but I typically take the stance that the author is dead(ish)

#replies #harrow's skin tone on the other hand IS described in the first book. with adjectives that were baffling at times tbh #i think muir toned down the creativity of the skin tone descriptions significantly in ntn and just went for 'a similar shade of brown'#god (hypothetical) bless

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hausofmamadas · 28 days

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MURDER HUSBANDS | Wind them up and watch them go (love letter to NBC’s Hannibal)

♫ To the tune of Climbing Up the Walls by Radiohead (with overture by Bruno Battisti D’Amario) ♫

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Wow

So I feel like I say this every time. But Mary mother of god, this was a behemoth. By a mile the hardest vid I’ve ever made joke’s on me bc I’m the fucking crackerjack who decided to tack on an whole ass other song as an overture bc why in the name of all cocks would I decide to make anything easy like it’s funny bc I always have an impression of how easy a vid is going to come together when I get the idea, right. And this duo with this song just pbj. So ngl I thought the shit was gonna edit itself. But guess what yall? Radiohead like … makes some intricate, complex-sounding shit stunning revelation, almost as if that’s what they’re fuckinfjsbs known for

HOWMEVER, the day has come, it’s arrived and I’ve looked at this thing for so long now, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, cannot tell if it’s good anymore. My last vid, I took a long break so by the end, I had enough time away from it to remember it was at least good. This? This could be visual gobbledygook, mush for your eyes, the equivalent of that shit brown shade you get when you mix too many water colors together.

But likehopefully it’s not and you can pls enjoy this love letter to one of the greatestqueer romances in modern media, which is a bold statement whatever fight me but I can’t think of a queer ship before this in tv/movies where the romance unfolds like any other hetero relationship and queer identity isn’t the focus, which even though I think is important, lbr there’s more to gays than being gay. Like it’s kinda visionary, despite the fact that neither character is explicitly queer, when it becomes clear that they’re in love with each other, no one, in-universe, is pearl-clutching all: EGAD! But Will’s never been with 😱a man😱 before?? How in THE DICKENS could he be in love with Hannibal when I don’t have definitive proof he’s even touched tips with another man let alone been balls deep!!!!!!!! How dare he not have this big, gay awakening for us all to gawk at applaud for!!!!” ?

No, literally every character: Jack, Alana, Bedelia, Margot, Mason, even Will’s wife god bless I cannot remember her name but she deserved better *shakes fist at Will* etc., all acknowledge the transcendent romantic bond btwn them and no one questions it. Well, no one questions it thru the lens of performed queerness. Tbf ppl had a lotta questions about the like probable impending multiple murders which validsisjwh

These are just 2 ppl who’re in love with each other to the point of being uncontrollably homicidal Which like … goals? Like I’ve really wracked my brain and can’t think of another queership that unfolds like every other hetero ass love story. That is to say, where fluidity is more the default, at least to the extent that no one talks about the orientation of either players within the show’s universe. Regardless of whether Bryan Fuller intended that from the start which tbh I don’t think he did but I also don’t think it’s fair to call it queerbaiting. I think he let the story unfold and realized kinda with the rest of us that this was a magical!realism romance and not a crime procedural and by S3 leaned tf into it doesn’t really matter bc the universe in which these two exist to truss each other up like Christmas turkeys aka foreplay symbolizes so much more to me than whatever it was initially invented to be. And if it’s not art, folks, idk what is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ofc I mean the show is art, not the vid. Vid=potential gobbledygook

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taglist: @tofuwildcard @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc

#Hannibal #will graham x hannibal lecter #hannigram #nbc hannibal #fan edit #fan trailer #also I know it’s been said before #but these two walked so Louis and Lestat could fly #except Lestat could already fly but like ygwim #mine #tribute video #y’know what I realized Xena is another undercover gay experiment #but I would argue they’re more queer coded since their gay love wasn’t confirmed until well after the show was over #but they deserve honorable mention bc the writers didn’t shy away from the subtextual gay love #or spend a ton of time dangling it in our faces only to turn around and punk us …. Supernatural you know who you are

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unreadpoppy · 23 days

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Galatea's background

Because I reorganized some stuff I decided to finally write down Galatea's back story into a post. It's gonna be bullet points because I don't have energy for paragraphs right now.

BEFORE

Her father was human noble from Cormyr and her mother was a sun elf. Her family didn't approve of the marriage but they went with it anyways.

The couple struggled to conceive, after years of trying.

One of their servants over hears them talking about their struggles and offers help. She tells them to meet with this 'healer', promising that she'll have the solutions to their problems.

They meet with this 'healer' and she tells them of a ritual they could perform, a offering to some fertility god, and they'd be blessed with a child.

They do the ritual and she gets pregnant.

Baby is born and it's a tiefling. No one is happy. The baby is named Galatea. Of all family members, her grandmother (on mother's side) is the one who apparently hates her the most.

CHILDHOOD

Galatea doesn't have a lot of friends, and most of her family members seem to resent her. Her parents are slighlty less cold, but there's still this air of uneaseness to them.

To make herself feel less lonely, she starts playing with her imaginary friend, the Shadow Man.

The Shadow Man is literally a shadow in her room in the shape of large, horned man, who doesn't talk but plays with her by interacting with the objects in her room. She considers him her only friend.

When she's 10, her mother gets pregnant again, and this time, a beautiful half elf daughter is born, whom they named Briseidas.

Galatea gets very upset at all the attention that her younger sister is getting, and that's when she starts manifesting magic. At the same time, the Shadow Man begins to talk, encouraging her to use more of her magic.

Eventually tho, Galatea warms up to her sister and they do form a bond, becoming inseparable.

ADULTHOOD

Years had passed, and Galatea's grandmother was getting very agitated over the fact that she hadn't married yet. The main problem is the marriage proposals keep getting turned down by either Galatea herself, or possible suitors.

Also, the more that Galatea uses her sorcery powers, dark marks start to show up on her neck. She tried to cover it up with makeup but it didn't work. The Shadow Man tells her to not be ashamed.

Eventually her family sees this. They try to clean her, but seeing that it wasn't dirt or paint, her parents finally decide it's time to tell the truth.

They tell her grandmother about the ritual. Then, a research is conducted and they track down both the servant and the 'healer'.

They reveal that both of them were in service to a devil and the ritual the parents performed was actually a deal - they'd have a child, but that child would forever be marked by that devil and this is why Galatea was born a tiefling.

And yes, the shadow man is the devil .

After discovering this, her grandmother sends her away to a monastery that is in a very isolated island, so that she will no longer be a problem to the family.

While on the boat, due to her anger, Galatea's magic ends up causing an explosion of sorts (like a ball of energy) and everyone but her dies. She decides to then jump into the waters cause there's nothing else for her to do.

She gets found by a ship of wannabe-pirates and ends up travelling with them for awhile. Because of her powers over the elements, especially thunder and lightning, they nickname her 'Storm Witch.' Also, she gets into a brief relationship with the captain.

During that time, Galatea adopts the surname 'von DeWilde'.

Eventually, Briseidas, with the help of a cleric, sends her a sending message, telling her she now lives in Baldur's Gate with her husband and asking Galatea to go visit her.

Galatea starts living with her sister and brother in law. It's while living there that she gets tadpoles and the events of the game begin.

#oc: galatea von dewilde #lore post of my own oc i think

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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New world

Chapter one

Christian Bale John Rolfe x Female Mutant Reader

Movie: New World.

I cannot believe there are John Smith x reader stories but not John Rolfe! He is a hunk! Anyway, I am done with studying and chores for the day. So, I wrote this junk. I cannot sleep despite being 12:26 am.

Being a Mutant with Telekinesis made the world a better place. You cleaned everything you imagined, thus saving wildlife. You reduced Global Warming over eighty percent.

That gave you wealth and fame. But, there was one problem. You needed heirs to continue your legacy. And you have been pestered with suitors and it irritated you.

You wanted true love and not alliance. Despite being the most beautiful young woman in the world, you were insecure. If you weren't gifted, beautiful, or rich you were sure no one wanted you.

So, you decided to go to Jamestown. A newly made city for Europeans to settle in Native American land. The King asked you to build and cultivate.

You arrived at the said place. North America was beautiful. The plants and the clear river were naturally immaculate to the tea. You might actually stay and live here. You were originally from (Country) but your parents passed away. And you were so lonely.

Gulping, you stepped off the ship and looked around. The villagers and workers suddenly stilled and then some bowed and curtsied when they saw you walking off to the flat land and away from the ship.

"Miss Name. Welcome to Jamestown." An elderly man with a pipe and suit walked up to you. Behind him trailed a young man about twenty five. You looked away immediately. Smiling at the elderly man, you nodded to him curtly.

The young man was so handsome. He had a sparse beard and shoulder length hair. Muscular and tall. With broad shoulders and expensive black leather boots which looked amazing with his brown fabric suit.

You didn't notice the ogling of the young man. He was surprised that the rumors about you were true after all. No one exaggerated your beauty. He smiled at you, impressed.

"This is my son, John Rolfe." He gestured to the handsome gentleman behind him.

John Rolfe did a little bow. To make things worse, he stepped up in front of you and kissed your hand.

You blinked in surprise. "Thank you. You didn't have too .."

Chuckling. John Rolfe grinned. "So modest too.*

Nodding, Mr. Rolfe continued talking about the new pipes and water wells he wants.

Without a moment to lose, you used your brain to easily connect the pipes and dig them inside the dirt ground and made holes in the grass areas to see water coming out of them.

"Amazing." John Rolfe smiled at you. "Months of hard work done already. You are a blessing."

You thanked him out of politeness.

"You must be tired from the long trip. My mother prepared a guest room for you. Please follow me."

You followed both father and son as they led you to a fancy log cabin with a brown picket fence. It was a cozy and comfortable house. You liked it. It wasn't tacky or too fancy. You loved fiber things. So, it wasn't simple either. Just right.

The whole dinner, John wasn't the only one studying you. So was his mother. Mrs. Rolfe was admiring not only your looks but your table manners. A lot of beautiful candidates for her son were not kind. You were a good God fearing soul with good moral values. She admired and respected you. It would be grand that you were her daughter she never had.

A perfect wife for her son too.

But, you were too famous and out of John's league. With a sigh she sipped her tea cup.

After settling into the guest bedroom, John was in his own bed. He couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of you. Your gentle and graceful demeanor. So elegant you were too. What a lady.

Sighing, he remembered reading about your contributions to society in the newspaper. John was a businessman who traded goods and donated extra money to the poor.

He loved the way you thought. Not just your pretty face.

Finally, sleep overtook him. In a few hours, he woke up sweating and his male organ was wet.

He dreamed a beautiful dream…

You, sleeping next to him on a grand fancy bed and in a fancy luxurious room. In a place he has never been. He was pressed against your naked back. And you were curled around his muscular arms.

And he saw something that melted his heart. A wonderfully crafted wooden crib and inside not one but two babies were sleeping inside it. Both had his hair and skin color. But they both had the same type of hair and lip color as you. Beautiful angel babies.

Family of his own.

When John Rolfe woke. A tear slid down his right eye.

"I must have her. But how?"

#christian bale #christian bale x reader #new world #john rolfe #john rolfe x reader #romance #fanfiction

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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Macau Theerapanyakul - a character study (pt. 5)

firstly, bless the gods he even appeared in the final and secondly, I may have had a seizure when i saw him it may have also been the 3am sleep deprivation

Ta is the mother of all fuckboys but I love him and the adorable little shit stirrer he plays

FIRST THINGS FIRST, Macau's outfit. Look familar? Maybe because it's the exact same colour scheme as his outfit in Ep 2 when we were first introduced to him. I've written about what that outfit represents about him here, but the low-down is that the green oversized jacket represented Macau's envy towards the major family and his discomfort in who he is as a Theerapanyakul. I think his outfit in Ep 14 is a beautiful call-back to that Macau and highlights how Macau is now in a better place. The colours, green and white, are brought to the forefront both in Macau's shirt and Vegas' hospital grown. Green, the colour of the minor family, no longer symbolises the saturated envy and jealousy but growth and safety. Macau has reclaimed that green as part of him rather than as a shield. And Vegas' green is a paler and muted green, it's not consuming him anymore and instead it's healing him. A new beginning for the minor family brothers.

And the white, as I've mentioned before, is Macau's innocence, the one he hides under his layers because he has to meet the expectations and masks everyone expects of him because of his last name but now it's also been brought to the front, side by side with his green because he's allowed to be a child. He's allowed to be coddled and kissed lovingly, finally surrounded by the people that love him and people that he loves. The chain he kept hidden before is also above his clothes, he's got nothing to hide anymore and he owns his own chains. Macau owns himself now. Finally, he's a happier, a truer Macau.

warning: talking about abuse

Secondly, I need headcanons as to where Macau is during everything. When Vegas was shipped off to the safehouse, did Macau know why? How did he feel that he couldn't reach his only source of comfort and was now left even more alone in the minor family house? Did Gun abuse Macau even more frequently now that Vegas wasn't there to protect him? Where was Macau when Gun and Vegas decided to storm the Major family? Did he know his family was going into a massacre, did Vegas say anything to him, did Gun? Or was he kept completely in the dark. Who told Macau that his dad was dead and that his brother had been shot multiple times and they didn't know if he was going to make it. Was it Pete? Was Pete the only person that remembered Macau after all of this. Was Macau at home by himself, without a single bodyguard because they were all at the major family compound, hands clasp together and shaking his leg out of pure anxiety, waiting for someone to come back. Did his face fall when he sees Pete, blood on his hands and shirt, with tears in his eyes. Confusion and fear threaten to suffocate Macau as the head of the major family bodyguard stalks over and he thinks that he's about to die. But then Pete crouches down and takes his face into his hands and whispers 'i'm sorry'.

During the month when Vegas was in a coma/recovering, Pete took care of Macau and Macau took care of Pete. Macau learns about what happened to Pete when he was captured and apologises on Vegas' behalf. Macau also thanks Pete for loving Vegas, for choosing Vegas. He lets Pete into a glimpse of Vegas, the real Vegas. Macau and Vegas talk about everything on late nights were one of them go into the other's room with no real reason other than to just forget the rest of the world for a few hours. Macau is the only person who can take off Vegas' mask and can see through it. The two times Vegas brought Macau into his scheming, apologising to Porsche and dragging Pete to the sermon, Vegas would have told Macau why he was doing this. Macau can tell the way Vegas talks about Porsche and Pete is different. Porsche is a means to an end, their relationship is a tool for Vegas to use later. But Pete, there's intrigue in the way his big brother talks about Pete. Macau notices it before either of them.

Third things third? If we get a season two, I want exponentially more Macau. I need Macau being a lovable little shit, teaming up with Pete against Vegas (as revenge for the temple), teaming up with Vegas against Pete (as per usual) and teaming up with Porchay to either reveal themselves as besties or to become besties (as revenge against Porsche). I also need Macau to get a boyfriend just to piss off their dead dad even more.

novel talk ahead - since it doesn't appear that venice will come in because they never introduced another lover of gun's, i vote venice turns into a love interest for macau rather than another brother.

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7]

#macau theerapanyakul #macau #sin city brothers #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #kinnporsche meta #macau theerapanyakul character analysis

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sulphuryasecretcloset · 1 year

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For @gothicsprinkles who wanted a little Paz/Raga fluff and I hope this can ease the pain of ‘that episode’ a little...

Two times Raga laughed at Paz having a bad day and one time she didn't

Corin and the kid stay behind on the ship to keep the Razor Crest safe from Jawas, which Din had become unreasonably paranoid about for some reason, while Din, Paz and Raga head into the village to check up on the rumor about a Beskar spear being on display in a temple there.

Raga is bored, trailing behind a bit as Paz and Din's continuous bickering is just annoying her today and gives her a vicious urge to punish them both for being such idiots.

The boys can't decide on who gets to enter through the city gate first, definitely first grade idiots, and they end up standing under the arch, snarling at each other and refusing to back off from the other encroaching on their personal space until they're half an inch from a keldabe.

“Welcome, visitors!” A voice greets them. It is a cheerful young man with thick black hair and gorgeous mauve eyes that quickly fill with confusion as the two Mandalorians stay almost-kissing rather than look over at him.

Raga has almost caught up with them, ready smack some sense into their helmets, when the welcome-guy saves her entire day, week and possibly month, by saying; “Oh, you are newly weds?”

Ah, she remembers reading about it, how this place with its big temple is a known spot for the locals to visit on their honeymoon to get blessings from their gods on their marriage.

Paz and Din both inhale sharply, pull back even sharper, but neither get to say anything before Raga emerges between them and places her left hand on Din's shoulder and her right hand on Paz' shoulder. “Yes.” She says, with great ease and complete solemness. “Yes, they are.”

The t-visors snap over to stare at her and Raga can 'feel' their disbelief and outrage. It's beautiful.

“Welcome, welcome! And congratulations!” The welcoming-guy blurts out, all smiles and politeness again. He focuses on her again. “And you are?”

Raga lets go of the boys and steps forward, placing a humble hand on her breastplate. “The guy in blue is Paz. The guy in grey is Din. My name is Raga and I'm Din's sister. I always wanted to visit this temple and they were kind enough to let me come along on their honeymoon.”

There is a click as the private line between her and Paz activates and there is an angry hiss of; “What the hell?!” Followed by another click and Din's voice snarling; “Raga, I'm going to kill you.”

Raga can't stop grinning. This is one of the best days of her life.

“Allow me to lead the way.” The welcome-guy gestures them to follow. “I will show you where the temple is, the housing where you will be staying the night and I will inform the elders that another couple will be joining the fertility dance this evening.”

Raga nods, following him. “That would be lovely. Thank you.”

She honestly cannot decide on what makes her laugh the hardest; when she gets Paz and Din to hold hands for most of their stay, when they end up having to dance together with a bunch of other newly weds (Paz constantly snarling that Din is a horrible dancer and Din barking back that Paz keeps stepping on his feet), or the utter rage radiating from the boys when she's given a luxury hut to herself while they have to share a... love-shack. (Paz keeps complaining that Din is over on his side of the bed while Din insists that it is Paz who is over on his side.)

There is no Beskar spear in the temple, but Raga will cherish this place for the rest of her life.

Raga is bored. She's been stuck in the Covert for months with absolutely nothing of interest happening. She envies Din his freedom...

Stalking towards the training room, aiming to burn off a little energy, Raga barely notices Halito waiting in the hallway.

“Raga.” Halito hurries after her. “Wait. Stop.”

Raga grunts, stalking onwards. She's not in the mood for small talk.

“Listen, I know that despite my offer to you, Vizla somehow managed to convince you to say the vows with him, but...” Halito has to trot to keep up with her. “But the guy is a douche!”

Raga grins. She knows Paz can be a giant douche, but she likes that about him because she can be an even bigger one.

“I'm a much better fighter than him.” Halito claims in a fit of unfounded confidence. “I'm not scared of Paz Vizla. I would happily fight him!”

“Okay.” Raga replies, busy planning her work-out.

Halito slams his fist against his breastplate in a show of gusto and runs off somewhere not there.

Good. That means she has some peace and quiet to do her training.

And after that, Raga kind of forgets about the whole thing.

It's three days later when Paz enters the room and pulls off his helmet to show her a rather confused expression on his face. “There is something seriously wrong with Halito...”

Lying on the bed, propped up by a buch of pillows, reading a book so old it's threatening to fall apart between her hands, Raga tilts her head curiously to signal him to explain.

“The guy has been jumping out of closets and ceiling vents and once out of a stove to attack me. He even hid under the stairs and tried to bite me yesterday. Hell, I think he chipped a tooth on my leg.” Paz is definitely puzzled by this odd behavior. “I mean, I'm actually getting bored of trouncing him again and again, but the guy insists on fighting me for some reason.”

Oh. Right. That. Raga grins.

Paz frowns. “What did you do?”

“I didn't do anything.” Shrugging with slightly overdone innocence, Raga closes the book and places it on the wobbly table next to the bed. “He was not happy about our marriage and declared he was going to fight you, probably so I would divorce you when you lost.”

Paz scowls. “That little shit...”

Raga lifts a coy eyebrow and scans Paz from head to toe with a shameless grin. “As you've trounced him so far, I guess we're still married then. Good. I was getting used to your snoring.”

“I'm going to kill him.” Paz growls, puts on his helmet and stalks out of the room.

Diving for her helmet, Raga puts it on and hurries after him. She is not going to miss out on this show.

Paz finds Halito in the common room and doesn't hesitate, merely marches up behind him. And when the guy turns around, he is greeted by Paz' helmet slamming down on his so hard the sound echoes through the Covert and the impact sends him crashing to the floor.

“Get up!” Paz growls, as if the groaning and squirming man on the ground is currently physically able to. “You want to fight me? Let's go. Come on!”

Grinning, Raga crosses her arms and settles to watch. She's joined by every other Mandalorian who heard the commotion and knows there is entertainment to be had when Paz is involved. Soon bets are being taken and credits pool into an impressive pot for the lucky winner.

Halito might be an idiot but at least Raga isn't bored anymore.

It starts with old man Vizla delivering several sharp comments Paz' way, which Raga knows cut deep as he desperately wants to live up to his father's expectations. It is followed up with Paz and Din getting into a verbal fight, a nasty one that Raga knows has Paz' gut tied up in knots and aching, then continues with their dear leader refusing to send Paz out on a bounty hunter mission and choosing someone else instead, before it ends with a lovely mix of Paz' jetback malfunctioning (Causing him to break his arm.) and Sungodt muttering why he couldn't be more like Dez. As far as shitty days go, this is definitely a doozy, Raga can tell. Paz is hurting. He's hurting a lot.

Paz can be grouchy on a good day, but whenever he goes quiet, too quiet, Raga knows he's struggling with a different kind of pain than the one he's got in his healing arm. She knows and she doesn't like it.

From the very beginning of their friendship as children, Raga never did like to see Paz sad and withdrawn. And she hates it when he shies away from her.

“Paz, our room, now.” Raga orders. She doesn't wait for him to refuse, which he will if given the chance, merely stalks off. Time for some drastic action.

It takes longer than usual for him to show up, enough time passes that Raga considers sending a threatening message for him to get his fine ass to their room as ordered, but then the door beeps, slides open and Paz walks in to join her in their room.

“What?” He sighs as the door closes behind him, clearly not in the mood for a fight. He just sounds tired.

Raga takes off her helmet and clambers on to the bed to get comfortable before patting the surface next to her. “C'mere.”

Paz doesn't move. “I don't-”

“Come. Here.” Raga adds a little strength to her words.

Paz sighs again, but he walks over and sits down on the bed. “What?” He asks again.

“Take your helmet off.”

Another hesitation, but he removes it. Paz slowly runs one hand over his hair while he reaches out with the other and places his helmet on the table next to the bed. “Okay, what is it?” He looks over at her with weary eyes and appears to be expecting her to criticize him for something too.

Raga frowns. Dank farrik, how she hates that there is no trace of his usual arrogance. “Paz, it's just a shitty day.”

“I know.” Paz replies, trying to smile, but the smile is off and it doesn't reach his eyes.

Raga grabs a hold of him and maneuvers Paz to lie down next to her and rest his head on her chest. Once she has him where she wants him and is fairly certain he won't try to escape, she starts running her fingers through his hair in a slow, gentle motion. “Do you know why I went from freaking out about you having the hots for me to realizing I wanted to marry you?”

Paz tenses up. Either he doesn't like to think about her reaction, her harsh words in particular, or he's nervous about what changed her mind. “No.”

Raga continues to draw her fingers through his hair. “I freaked out because I didn't want to lose you. Not because I thought you'd cut me off if I didn't feel the same, but because you were in love with me and that meant everything we had would be ruined. Because I knew love always ends in heartbreak and hatred.” She can feel a slightly bitter smile emerge. “My parents fought all the time. So did yours, remember? The tales we were told as children were of couples who fought each other as much as the enemy and we were told that was the Way. I thought love meant it had to be loud, messy and painful. It never occurred to me that it could be different because that's what I've had with everyone else.”

Paz stays silent while he listens as she continues to explain.

“But with you... It's different. I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I can breathe.” Raga studies the man curled up to her and feels warm contentment spread through her veins “When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or see something bizarre, you're the first person I want to talk to about it. Your face is the first thing I want to see in the mornings and the last thing I want to see before I fall asleep at night. Your hands on me feel like a reward each and every time. You always make me feel calm and that things will be okay.” She runs her fingers through his hair a final time before letting her touch linger on his neck. “Home will never be a place to me, home will always be you. So, never mind what Dez says. Never mind what Din says. Never mind our enigmatic leader or Sungodt. Don't listen to them and don't you dare change; I like you just as you are. My best friend and my riduur. My home. My Paz. My Way.”

A faint shiver goes through Paz' big body and he slides an arm around her to squeeze himself a little tighter against her. He even hides his face against her stomach. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to because she knows.

Let the Galaxy do its worst, let other people say and do stupid stuff, it doesn't matter. As long as she has Paz and Paz has her, they will look after each other and nothing can really hurt them. Together they can handle absolutely everything and not even death will dare to challenge them.

Raga grins at the mere thought of how awesome their children will be, and how their little ones will have a father who will love them, be a home for them and who they will be damn proud of.

Today might be a shit day, but the future will be wonderful.

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #Paz Vizsla #Raga Saxon #the one-shots start coming and they don't stop coming

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