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adorabluesposts · 2 months

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Hi!!

I loved your Lucifer x death story and I was wondering if you’d write a Lucifer x Reader but they are Alastors daughter who he kept sheltered? Like they are innocent and such but they were hellborn so they can’t leave. I feel like Lucifer would definitely pine over somebody so maybe him trying to get her to realize he likes her while Alastor keeps him away?

Tysm for being my first request<3 love this idea!!

This is realllyyyy long because I had to give in a lot of context before getting to the point. Might turn this into a series just because this is too fricking long 😭

Lucifer X Alastor's daughter.

"You dare to touch my daughter?"

For the longest time, you were locked away.

Locked away by Alastor, a man who raised you with a certain paranoia, keeping a happy mask on as he taught you manners in his Radio Tower, never letting you leave.

Alastor had raised you in seclusion, shielding you from the brutality of Hell’s politics and power struggles. You knew nothing of the outside world, your knowledge confined to the ancient tomes in the tower's private library. You pretty much devoured tales of angels and demons, of forbidden love and cosmic battles. But your favorite stories were those of your father—the radio demon who had once terrorized the living world, because it amazed you; Your father was never like that with you.

Even aunt Rosie would often tell of shenanigans Alastor did, which surprised you at first. You were truly in denial, of how your father could do such things. You got used to it, even coming at peace with knowing you'll probably never be like him.

There wasn't much interaction that you did- only talking to your father and his shadows, Rosie (who was very much your favourite person in the world) and some of the Overlord's, every now and then.

It was mostly you, all alone in the tower. All alone. Lonely. Bored. All alone. Bored. For decades. Eons. You lost count, seriously.

"Dad." You munched down your pancake, Alastor looking up from the mirror hung on the wall , even though he was supposed to fix his tie. "We need to talk."

"Could this wait, deer?" He replied, turning back to the mirror. "I'm late to my job."

Ah, yes, his job. The job you never asked about, because every time you wanted to, he'd shoot you a glare.

"No, I can't wait." You said, getting up from your seat and walking over to him, fixing his tie. "Dad, this is important. My birthday's soon.. and I'm positive I'm old enough to go outside. I've read so much about Hell that I know enough about it. I've even made a slideshow if you don't believe me!"

Alastor looked at you with an angrier expression. "My deer, we talked about this-"

"You can't keep me here anymore. You're not keeping me safe, you're ruining me."

Alastor sighed deeply.

"it's not fair, dad."

"it really isn't." He agreed.

Reluctantly, and with a lot of talking, you got him to agree. As long as you stayed by his side for a while, you'd be able to go out. You needed to sign a contract, though (father's orders), to swear that you'd try to stay safe.

"But how will I stay by your side if I can't accompany you to work? What is your job, anyway? Considering you're not working for the radio anymore." You asked, and he stayed silent for a few minutes. It was clear this was a big step, and he wasn't so happy about letting his little dove grow up.

"I work at a hotel." He sighed. "Do your research, darling. I'll tell my coworkers you'll be paying a visit."

"paying a visit? Does that mean I get to go there alone?" You eagerly asked.

"Oh, nonononono, I'm picking you up."

"You've got a WHAT?" The energetic voice of the blonde asked, jumping up and down.

"who knew smiles had it in him-" Angel earned a 'be quiet' glare.

"They'll be visiting today.. just don't get weird." Alastor's static buzzed lpudly. "I've been keeping them safe for as long as they lived. Their poor mind doesn't know how this all works."

"so they're a good person?" Vaggie asked, accompanied by Charlie's: "Does that mean we can get them redeemed?"

"Hahaha!" Alastor laughed. "They're a hellborn. And never in my mind mind would I let them leave my side and go to Heaven, even if they weren't."

"Did you know about this?" Husk's clearly too-sober voice asked Nifty, to which the girl just shook her head.

You nervously fidgeted with your hands as you awaited your dad's arrival. You were dressed nicely, wanting to make a good impression. What if your dad's friends were mean? Cruel? Evil? What if they didn't like you?

"Some of them are a bit odd." Alastor buzzed, his hand on the doorknob of the hotel. "You'll get used to it, deer."

You breathed in and out, calming your nerves as you walked in. "Woah, this place's not so b-"

"Hii, I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" A girl eagerly ran up to you, shaking your hand with excitement. "I was soo excited to meet you! You need to see the others! I need to make a tour!"

You were pretty confused and feeling many feelings about the first interaction, but thought Charlie would be a fun person to befriend anyway.

"Hi, I'm Vaggie." A girl next to her said, softly taking Charlie's hand from yours, which you silently thanked her for. "I'm Charlie's girlfriend."

You smiled. "Nice to meet you both."

"That's Husk, he owns the bar." Vaggie said with a calm voice, pointing to the creature who grunted at you.

"that's Nifty, she cleans." Vaggie continued, her girlfriend jumping up and down in excitement next to her.

"And that's Angel Dust, our first resident. Sir Pentious was our second resident." Vaggie said, her voice followed by the 'Heya toots' the spider said.

"Will you be staying? We'd love to have you. You're so nice I love you already!" Charlie said, after a successful tour. You lost your dad long ago, seeming as if he's gone to do his own business (you pretended to ignore how his shadow replaced yours in the meantime).

"It wouldn't be too bad." You said. "I could get a bit of a break from my dad for once."

"Uhh, speaking of dads." Angel poked his head in the room. "Charlie, your dad's at the door."

Charlie nervously looked at Angel. "Oh, that's great.. what does he want?"

"He said he wanted to revisit without Alastor, since word is he's out of town."

"my dad's out of town? Great!" You silently mumbled.

"Oh, well, I guess it's time you meet my dad, aha." Charlie told you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Who is your dad?"

A short figure walked into the room, eagerly hugging Charlie. He looked so much like her, ignoring the height difference.

"Oh my." You whispered, recognising the face from the books. "Your dad's-"

"Oh, hello." The man smiled at you, looking you up and down, "I'm Lucifer, The-"

"King of Hell, yeah, I know. Oh my Satan."

An awkward pause followed. Silence. More silence. Him looking you up and then down again, making you fix your posture.

"Well, ha! Dad, why don't I show you some new things we added to the living room?" Charlie practically dragged Lucifer out.

Your mind instantly lingered on the king for the next few days. It was no surprise why he was the most beautiful man in the world, truly gorge- snap out of it.

"Deer, I've been talking to you!" Alastor set his cup down. "Why aren't you listening?"

"Oh, sorry. I was zoned out." You excused, and his static buzzed louder.

"Strange. You're never like this." He sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have let you out."

His serene smile practically stared at you.

"No, dad, I mean-" You laughed nervously. "I just really miss the hotel, dad. It's really nice."

Excuses. More and more excuses every time you zoned out. Every day. And then he'd take you with him to the hotel, and you'd silently pray that Lucifer would be there. He never was.

"A party?" You questioned Charlie. Apparently, the princess wanted to throw a party to spread awareness and information about the Hazbin Hotel- people would come and have fun, Charlie and the crew would explain the deed, and we'd get more visitors.

If you ask me, Charlie's got the IQ.

"And you think I should come?" She nodded as an answer.

Your dad stood next to you, a protective aura lingering over his body. "I think it's a lovely idea, Charlie!" His static buzzed.

You looked at him, eyes widened. "You do?"

"we'll surely attend, Y/N." He smiled. "Would be good for you."

You shuddered. This was so unlike him.

"I don't have what to-"

"I'll help with that!"

"I don't know how to dance, either. And I'm socially awkward-"

"You'll be fine, come on!"

You looked at your clothes nervously. You looked good, better than ever, but what would others think? According to Charlie, a bunch of royalty would come (including Lucifer, the Ars Goetia.. Lucifer!!)

And all you could whisper out was fuck, because you were so nervous.

Charlie knocked at your door (technically her door, as you got ready in her room- the party started hours ago. It was the anxiety that made you stay), and practically begged for you to finally go.

You and her linked arms, to which you entered the main lounge area, where you saw people. So many people. And your anxiety rose.

You gave your best smile as she introduced you to a few people, such as Stolas of Ars Goetia (who you thought was very polite and nice, even through his sad smile), and a few of the Sins. Beelzebub was someone else you met, who instantly brought a grin and laugh to your face.

It was all gone when you caught Lucifer's gaze, and you both walked towards eachother. It was the second interaction you two would have- a chance to make a better impression.

"Oh, wow, you look dashing tonight." He said as he bowed to you.

That's right, he bowed. You internally screamed.

"You look quite wonderful, too." You said, and he rose up with a smile. He took your hand, your fingers brushing softly with eachother as he kissed it.

The music went silent, overshadowed by loud static. Everyone looked around confused as the room glowed red, and your father appeared behind Lucifer.

"You dare touch my daughter?" He growled. You could feel his anger and protectiveness in your gut. You sent him a reassuring smile and glance, to which he stopped towering over Lucifer, the music blasting again.

Everything back to normal.

Lucifer and Alastor exchanged a glare of pure hatred.

Shit, was Lucifer messing with you just to fuck with your dad? It was working, then. Alastor was beyond furious.

You looked into Lucifer's eyes and couldn't help but smile. It was like a spell. You were frightened, that you'd fall in love now, even though he was quite literally using you to get under your father's skin..

To be continued..

Okay that's it folks. This took a lot to upload but I've started the next part and ahhh I love itt. This is a bit rushed but I hope you like it so far :)).

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin spoilers #hazbin

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thenewrises · 3 months

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a welcome home prattle from my mind

so I've been on the Welcome Home train since last year but I never delved into theories about the website. mostly I've just searched from the side, talked to friends who also enjoyed it, and watched videos on it such as Night Mind. but! with the recent updates, I have to say I have sooooo many thoughts and ideas about it. with horror being my favorite genre and loving when I have the ability to research a website full of secrets, it was only a matter of time before I dived in.

so! if you're interested, here are some thoughts I have about the update and maybe some interesting theories.

also! some of these ideas are thanks to the many theories I've read here on tumblr as well as watched when Night Mind released his vod. also including findings as well!

Welcome Home belongs to the lovely @partycoffin! if you are new to this site, please read the credits page where you can find warnings!

stick around and get comfy, this is a long one.

so there is no perfect order this will all go in, so I will label what I will discuss in bold and then go from there.

Voice Warps

something that we are not strangers to is many audio recordings and their voice warps. from the last update, anytime someone tried talking to or about Wally, their voice would contort and the tape would end. this time, we received more vocal content (shoutout to the VAs they are incredible) and there was one in particular that me and many others caught on. Wally is known not to know much about emotions or how to express them. from my knowledge after many hours perusing Clown's blog, Wally is somewhat of a blank slate. learning as the show moves.

in the audio recording "Homewarming Storybook Record", during the end of this tape in the last two or so minutes, Wally says that he's sad and doesn't know why.

starting at 18:16, after Barnaby explains why he may be sad, Wally gets... frustrated. upset. he says in a clearly perturbed voice "...how can that be?" the audio warps during this time, almost as if his entire environment around him changed just by his own emotions.

why is this? we know Wally is somewhat the center of this puppet universe, and the moment he expresses a negative emotion, it's almost like the worlds stability was tilted.

as long as he is his normal and happy self, the world seems fine and at peace. yet, the moment he expresses his despair, it's like a switch flipped. it's only when Barnaby explains what the meaning of Housewarming is, which reassures Wally, that he returns to his happy and now relieved self.

Frank and Julie (TW: Homophobia)

this will be a much more sensitive topic to discuss, and as someone who is LGBT+ myself, it is not always a fun thing to research. but, I think this plays a super important role in the overall story of Welcome Home and my theories for the future.

another new edit I discovered, as well as something I've learned reading on the site and listening to audios, is the push for Frank to play a straight role. of course, this is the 70s we're talking about. the Stonewall Riots had only just happened in 1969, and homosexuality was still noted as a mental disorder. when the DSM-I was released, homosexuality was labelled as a sociopathic disorder until 1974. the idea of an LGBT+ relationship in a children's show would be unheard of.

with us knowing Eddie and Frank are romantically involved, that makes this all the more heartbreaking to know. Frank playing off his feelings by calling Eddie "Mr. Dear." Frank playing all the straight male roles alongside Julie. Sally calling Julie and Frank's costumes "a couples costume."

I find this such an interesting thing to include because not only is it eerily accurate to the timeframe, it also makes me think.

these are puppets. fictional and unthinking puppets. costumes you could even say. a person who creates the so-called fictional world of Welcome Home can control the narrative however they please because these aren't real people! of course they can be whatever you want! so... why did they create this relationship for Eddie and Frank? could it be someone within the Playfellow studio wanted to bring more positive awareness to the topic? were the actors who voiced (in this fictional world) the characters romantically involved?

or... are these puppets alive? they have their own emotions, thoughts, opinions. we know Wally is a sentient being, I mean, he literally would talk to us through the website. he reaches out to us through links, videos, audios, and even phone calls. so, does that mean EVERYONE is sentient?

in the audio "Eddie's Big Lift Storybook Record", we even hear Frank say to Eddie, "you always did work so hard." so, did they know each other in a past life? is this representative of the real life in story (fictional) voice actors?

we'll discuss this more later.

Sally Knows Something Is Out There

this is not new, as this was from the Halloween update but I wanted to include it because I feel like it's a look into the horrors of the world.

in the audio "Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours! Storybook Record", the transcript down not catch this, but Sally goes on to explain that out in the night, something lurks and waits for prey. it crawls around at night, up walls, scratching and screeching. Sally made sure to mention to ask, "why don't we go out at night?"

with her being a star from the sky, I sometimes wonders if before coming to the neighborhood she had seen it. and if not that, she mentioned if you stay quiet and stick close to the windows you can hear it. it cannot enter homes, it eats bugs if it's starving. it seems to have eaten other "neighbors." what could "it" be? some kind of creature in the night? why is it hunting them down?

Away From Prying Eyes

from all the symbols scattered on the website and with the help of the decoder in the Merchandise tab, we end up unscrambling an address.

we discover the website https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/ . in this site, we get to peruse "W" and their findings. now I think I can speak for a lot of people that my initial reaction was this was Wally. of course, this was dismissed rather swiftly after realizing that 1. this person was contacted by Wally and 2. they work for the project.

one thing that caught my eye quickly was the fact that the curator of the initial website became "unwell" and no one knew why. they claimed they did not know what caused them to be so unwell, or why they "created that page."

my guess is they mean the new (or in general) Welcome Home website. the curator created the new one because of Wally's interaction with it. they are trying to keep him silent, push away any suspicion. just who might this curator be?

W explains how they became Paranoid (with a capital P) once they discovered the collection of crude drawings, texts, and videos. seems to show that they are understanding that this has gone from a simple project to a unnatural phenomena.

the phone call from Wally is him talking to You (the collective You he knows) and he seems to express loneliness. "everyone is so busy during Homewarming", and he explains how quiet it is. I think he finds You to be a way to not feel so alone, as he seems to be the only sentient puppet of the crew.

well... he used to be the only one.

Commercials For Cigarettes and Pills

in the commercials, we get an array of holiday-themed music and advertisements. of course, we'll talk about the Eddie snippets, but I found a lot of disturbance with some of these. Welcome Home is a children's show, and many of the advertisements reflect that! products like cereal, music, Wally Ball and Cup, and Mama Beagle's Barnyard Eggnog. and then it gets... odd.

adults of course can enjoy this show, but it targets a young demographic. we get a commercial for Hooplah, a cigarette brand. then a commercial for Remderem, a sleeping pill.

now, this is the 70s, so maybe this could be a poor judgement marketing goal. I would not be surprised if it was a ploy for more money, but I still just find it so interesting that a children's show would advertise these. even in the merchandise tab of the project website, there's a fake pipe that blows bubbles. it all feels highly inappropriate for a child to intake this kind of material.

well, who said Playfellow was a moral brand?

Eddie Becomes Fully Sentient

we watch in real time the moment that Eddie realizes who he is.

during the commercials video, we find Eddie Dear preparing for the holidays. he starts off with a conversation with Poppy, which moved into her saying he works too much. throughout the video, we have snippets of real-life felt puppet Eddie decorating a tree, wrapping gifts, and at one point he plays multiple solo rounds of Tik-Tac-Toe.

he is wondering why no one has come to him about delivering gifts. why has no one visited him? he gets so distressed that he even slams his felt hands on the table. why has no one come to see him?

Sally resolves this by saying they did it to give him a break (which is interesting to me seeing as she tends to not give him the time of day), and she brings him to the Homewarming party. so he's surrounded by the neighbors, and in a big chair (Wally's chair, in fact) with a single pea on a plate.

and then things get weird.

Eddie starts sweating, derealization sets in. he's shown alone, single pea on a plate in hand. Home is staring back at him, and a heartbeat can be heard along with Eddie's staggered breathing. is that Eddie's heart or... Home's?

everyone's voices are disappearing in the background, Eddie is in a panic. and then things get even weirder.

Eddie looks at his arms, and they're made of felt. he taps his fingers on the arm of chair, then grips it in fear.

then the frame switches, Sally brought Frank over (was she worried about him?) to let him know that yes, she watched Eddie in the Post Office all day. Eddie is looking at his hands and legs, which are no longer felt but illustrated again. Frank calls out for him, even by his first name, and Eddie didn't even know where he was. but finally just wanted to go home.

this was the moment, that I believe Eddie discovered that he was a puppet. and he was being watched.

I find the single pea on a plate so interesting as this is the description:

"take care not to place them too close together"

why is Eddie being singled out? he was left out of many advertisements during this update, thought everyone forgot about him, and was even left out of the Homewarming story with Wally and Barnaby. they had stated they met every neighbor, but why not Eddie?

Will Eddie Be Removed?

unfortunate news seeing as he is my favorite character in the entire story (Wally and Sally a close second). I adore him, and I want nothing more than for him to remain. but I have a bad feeling he may be our first victim. he's being isolated, becoming paranoid, showing emotions that may not be seen as "neighborly."

I don't think it's any coincidence that this was an early drawing we received:

I believe Playfellow is removing Eddie, or attempting to. but for what reason? because of him and Frank? because he's not needed? that's what I'm hoping to learn more about in the next updates. because let's be frank (ha, get it?), it's not looking good for our favorite country mailman.

Ghost Thoughts and Theories

now it's time for me to ramble and yap your ear off because WOW this update was my favorite by far. I think this will happen every update honestly, but I thought it would be hard to beat the last update. this was incredible, from the animation, to the voice acting, to the crafts it was all wonderfully well done. I want every characters special item from the Homewarming wishlist!.

but now, what do I think could be happening? I have two very shaky ideas. I say shaky because these could be proven wrong easily, but if one or both is not then I can continue to build on it.

1. These friendly fellas reflect reality

so one thing I thought of is that maybe they are somehow reflecting reality. I mentioned before that maybe Eddie and Frank are their fictional voice actors (not the actual ones here in our reality!) who may be in a secret relationship. could those actors reflect their characters? are they getting rid of Eddie to represent them being torn apart?

but, this is a very meh theory. reason being that we have seen these puppets are capable of sentience. they may have their own souls, thoughts, and feeling that don't reflect a real life alive person from the 70s. but, wouldn't that be interesting?

2. Eddie's sentience was real, and his soul is about to be ripped away

there's an ongoing theory I've always juggled with in my head, the idea that these puppets have souls and a conscience. I'm genuinely led to believe this because of Wally himself. he has connected with us directly from his world. some kind of alternate reality away from hours. haunting that show.

would that mean the puppets were all real and alive people at one point? or are they completely new people all together? whatever the case, they are alive but not all of them may be aware they are in a show.

well, now Eddie is and he's in trouble.

although we aren't sure if Home truly is the villain in the story, we know that Home knows Eddie has "woken up." and he does not seem happy about it. if these puppets are alive, I fear that Eddie may be erased if he can't keep quiet. taken from the narrative for not playing his part. all he had to do was be the happy and clumsy mailman, but he had to go fall for Frank. he went and started to get frustrated and negative. he's never supposed to be the angry type, he's off script.

disfunctional.

so what's next for him?

if you made it to the end, I'm glad I could keep you around! I think this update really gets the brain gears going, lots of questions we'll get answered in the future. this story is getting better by the day, and I'm thrilled to see everything that happens in the future. and I'll get to write more posts like this!

I found everything so endearing as I do every episode, and this will be a groovy ride.

#2.5k words is crazy for a text post about a silly puppet show...#my little wally plush on my shelf smiling like Everything Is Fine #i also love that julie has lil toe beans #anyways eddie protectors stand up we gotta get him outta there #how dare the 70s be not gay friendly i will be outside your house in approximately two minutes playfellow #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home theory #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #sally starlet #howdy pillar #partycoffin

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wickedwhing · 2 months

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So I read a comment from a Buddie tiktok video that basically says that after Buck's Bi storyline, everyone agrees that Buck is Bi and Eddie is gay.

Now it got me thinking, and I know I'm most likely late in saying this as many others have realized it already. But in my defense, I stopped watching 911 after I finished Season 3 and just continued watching S4-S6 the past few weeks so I can catch up and watch Season 7.

So, I just want to point out and express what I've noticed from the past seasons (especially in S6), and what I realized after reading that comment that they've been hinting about Eddie's lack of knowledge when it comes to relationships. The 118, mostly, tells him that he lacks experience and all because he'd only really been with Shannon. Now, in Season 7, they are pointing that out again.

What I'm getting from that is that he didn't really have the opportunity to explore within himself before. He married Shannon when she got pregnant. Then his life after that just got focused on Christopher, especially after Shannon left (and most especially after she passed away).

Eddie wasn't given a chance to know who he is and what he wants and needs in life. He just assumed he's straight because he was with a woman before. When he started dating again, his mind thinks that he's only attracted to women because that's all he knows. So it never occurred to him that he could be attracted to a man.

But the thing is, none of his relationships after Shannon ever worked out for him (we all know Marisol will soon be gone). Just like what happened with Anna. That was his stable relationship after Shannon in the show. But what happened was he had a panic attack when he realized how easy and "ready-made family" they were.

But what he never realized is that with Buck, everything is also easy and they are also a "ready-made family." Hell, he even made Buck as Chris' legal guardian, and they effin' raise Chris together. They're already co-parenting. But Eddie is comfortable with all that with Buck and he accepts it and he is happy with it. You can add all the Jealous Eddie moments in there towards Buck's girlfriends before.

So yeah, what I'm saying is that yeah, Eddie could really be gay and he just never considered the possibility. Maybe he never got attracted to any man before because there was Shannon. His mind already thinks he loves Shannon and that was the right thing. And when he meets Buck, he gets attracted to him, gets attached to him, cares for him, and loves him, but the only problem is that the setting in his mind is set on him being straight and all his feelings for Buck is just because they've become best friends. So, he doesn't realize and acknowledge those feelings in a romantic way.

I think they're hinting at it more now and will approach that storyline for him (about his sexuality). Hopefully, they would and that will ultimately lead everything to Buddie. I just want them to approach it naturally if they're ever going in that direction though. Give Eddie time to realize everything and accept it and himself first (maybe even him seeing other men first and figuring himself out) before he accepts his feelings for his best friend.

Yeah, so that is all. I know I'm late to this but I just want to express my thoughts and feelings. (Yes, this means, I have no one to talk to about this other than post it here haha)

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #buckley diaz family #eddie 911 #evan buckley

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maissafespace · 1 year

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But I want you.

Ayato Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: when the princess acts on her attraction for her royal knight, the only thing she can do is hope for all to go well.

Request: hello i will sell my soul for any sort of ayato kirishima content you can think of, im starving and i have consumed everything to be found on tumblr its unhealthy

Warnings: forbidden relatiosnhip. knight!ayato, princess!reader. nsfw. brat!reader, experienced!ayato, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (male receiving), scratching, degradation kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie. light angst.

A/n: I don't know what this is, but I've never read Ayato outside of canon so I wanted to try, maybe make this an AU of which I will do other stories about just because lol but i agree i was starving for Ayato content as well anon, so i hope you like it really! I tried my best lol XD

Masterlist - Masterpost

As the princess of the kingdom who just reached legal age, your coming of age ball would occur soon for all guests to arrive and so would the different amount of wealthy men asking for your hand in marriage in order to also better their status and position in society.

You weren't really consulted on the proposals, it was up to your parents, mostly your mother to look over the most convenient proposal.

So, you had given up on it for quite a while, your caretaker and ladies in waiting had started to explained the duties you would need to satisfy as a wife and while it was a bit embarrassing at first, those deeds soon were pestering your mind day and night.

For a single man that was always near you.

Ayato Kirishima had entered and trained for the knighthood for his entire life, he was under the responsibility of your family's butler so he entered the palace quite young, only two years your senior.

It had started years ago as a mere crush on the boy, a blessing upon you since the window of your room would face the training grounds, your young self would look out for hours to see the boy train, drenched in sweat and panting with a flushed body.

You tried to stay away for some time, never look at him by your window anymore, occupying yourself in activities that would have you on the complete opposite sides of the palace. But he never left entirely, he would send those smiles that had your heart flutter, he'd help you around and more than once was assigned as your knight during trips, leaving him closer than ever.

With time that crush instead of fading became heavier, deeper and in some way worse when he seemed to exchange the interest positively. He’d talk to you, help you, touch you and made you laugh, he was always close.

That is why, right now, you found yourself in your room during the night trying to keep your composure and not touch yourself with all the knowledge that was bestowed upon you and think about your future husband being him.

It had to fade away as soon as possible, as a heir you knew the possibility of him ever being a match was below zero, unfortunately.

Your infatuation had to disappear.

Asking friends for advice was the next step, how to get a man out of your head, or a desire as you told them, and probably the worse advice was given to you. One that made you doubt the friendships you had.

To have him and throw away, experience the desire to finally having the curiosity satisfied and never think about it anymore.

For a week that thought never left your mind, you would pass by him, he would bow but the only thought you had was to savor those lips, feel them on your skin, while your bodies united as one.

As your body submerged under the hot tub, feeling that warmth and crave deep in you, it wasn't something you could ignore anymore, it was a years in the building love you had for him, his abilties, his beauty and his personality.

Standing up from the tub, water drenched down your body and hair, now wet and shining with the oils your skin was washed with. Hinami, helped you with your robe and was going to do the same for your hair before you stepped away from her, back to the same window you stayed at a lot in your youth.

"Hinami." You called her attention abruptly.

"Yes, my lady."

"Call Ayato Kirishima, I need to discuss something urgent with him." You said, and as Hinami nodded and exited the room, a bit of uneasiness and excitement built up in your core.

Your current robe was discarded for a new one, a sheer transparent robe that left nothing to the imagination. Your nipples were peeking against the fabric as well, your bosom stuck out barely covered by the hair falling on the front.

Minutes passed slow, spent on looking yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was as good as it was seducing somehow. Your heart stopped for a moment when the door was knocked at and Hinami's voice was faintly heard.

"Let Ayato in and leave us, Hinami, I'll call for you later if needed." You yelled from the bathroom with composure.

The door clicked open and close, the sound of boots gracing your ears as you finally let go of your agitation and moved towards your room once again.

"Princess, Hinami told me I was needed for an urgent matter but I was not aware of any- " When his eyes fell upon you, his face hardened in a way, his jaw was prominent and his eyes seemed to glare at you rather than be pleased by the sight.

It didn't diminish the thrill in you. Walking up to him at mere centimeters of distance with an innocent smile that contradicted the rest of your body.

"It is indeed something urgent. You see, recently I've been informed time and time again of certain duties- sigh- for my imminent marriage. Though, these were referred to me by women, I was quite curious on a male perspective. Who would be better than you, my loyal knight?" You smiled at him, hands behind your back, popping your chest out a little.

His eyes slightly widened at the implications of your words. Going back to their stoic and neutral gaze seconds later. "I am sure you were already told enough, my lady. I cannot cross more lines than I already am by being here."

"I invited you here. You're not crossing any line that I did not ask you to. But if I am of incovenience, I will find someone else to help me out-"

"What is it that you need?" His voice was harsher and colder, your thighs clenched together at the tone and his eyes seem to register it after all.

"I need to learn the ways to properly pleasure a man, if you could teach me, I know you're experienced in women, it shouldn't be different to take me-" Your jaw hurt as his fingers pressed against it, lifitng you towards him, close to his face where your noses would almost touch.

"You are the princess, my lady, what you are asking is for me to treat you like a common whore, is that what you want?" Your head moved on its own, nodding for him, to have him as soon as possible, to let your desire flow out freely without hiding.

His lips crashed against yours right after, he held you hardly as his mouth moved roughly, a kiss that was reciprocated, sloppy and messy at the amount of need behind the both of you.

Your body and his felt burning against one another, your back arched, and your sounds began to echo in the room along the smacking of your lips, your chest pressed against his, heat pooled in you both at the skin contact separated with only two layers of clothing.

Nipples could be felt through the sheer robe, they hardened, hands started to fall around the hems of the fabrics, the robe being the first hitting the ground and his cotton training shirt following behind, letting you get a close up of the body you eyed every day for years, the body you wanted to feel the warmth of.

Hands roamed around, your on his chest, back and shoulders while his grabbed onto your every flesh possessively, gripping on your waist, hips, neck, nape, ass… he seemed like he wanted to memorize everything about it.

“Ayato-“ Whispering his name let you hear his groans out loud. You wanted to know for how long he wanted you as well, how he fantasized about you just as you did for him to react this way to your touch, to your voice…

His bulge was evident against your lower stomach, founding the courage and guided by your lust, your hand rubbed it, he pulled away from you hissing, squeezing a bit when the burning sensation of your scalp came as he pulled you from your hair.

It wasn’t pain, not at all that came with the action, but instead your thighs were squeezing together, trying to alleviate the need of him.

He noticed it, he noticed you, just like he always did all these years. A small smirk came onto his face, your flushed face, red and pink, with the glossy look in your eyes made him feel power over the member of royalty before him, let his ego being inflated.

“Down to your knees.” He pushed you down, his fingers going to the string of his pants, your mouth watered for him. “You asked for this, my princess. How to pleasure a man, how to be pleasured as a whore…” He leaned to kiss your lips once more before pushing into your mouth.

The taste passed any importance, your head felt dizzy as his hands guided your head back and forth down his length, your tongue moved around him, your moans mixing with his hisses and groans.

Millions of thoughts went through his mind, how did the sheltered princess that never touched a man, suck him off like a professional woman from the brothels. How did she lose all her innocence in his eyes with a single sight of her body.

As his hands cupped your face, he made you look up at him, your eyes close to tearing up but he had to stop to keep himself on edge at least. He groaned loudly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs almost gently before his hips thrusted forward.

You couldn’t help but gag, the tears threatening to fall down, were now rolling down your cheeks, your fingers dug into his legs for you to have something to latch on.

The roughness was arousing, he could do anything to you right now, your head wasn’t registering much. You just wanted him, as your first and maybe as your only one.

When he pulled out of your mouth, you were gasping for hair, your hands falling on the ground, essentially in a doggy position, your mouth hung open waiting for him, he couldn’t help but want to see your body trembling from an orgasm, have you under his complete control.

He kneeled in front of you, kissing your lips that still tasted of him with a devilish smile, lifting you up from your jaw and walking to your bed, bodies climbing and falling onto the silky sheets. Expensive fabrics that would now be tainted of you two.

His body hovered yours, lips connecting with his again, muffling down the moans that now escaped you as his fingers found their way to your intimacy.

Your legs tried to squeeze together at first, but were roughly opened up, shamefully spread on for anyone that could enter the room to look at you and how his fingers started to pump in and out of you.

One of your hand was gripping on the bed, moaning at the cold but pleasant feeling of his fingers inside of you, his thumb circling and pressing against your clit wonderfully, mixed with the squelching sound of your juices. “Ayato, Ayato, please-“ You whimpered against his lips.

“Wet like a slut, moaning like a bitch for me, is this what you did every day when looking at me from afar…” His voice was rough against your ear, lips against the lobe sending shivers down your spine. “Don’t think I’ve never noticed you. Did you touch yourself thinking of me? Calling for me? Just like you are doing now.” You could feel the smirk at his lips.

But you couldn’t do much, with his words and his actions he was sending you into a blurry minded state. You just nodded, whimpering as you felt the knot sensation in your core, arching your back a little, you knew he knew. He pressured more, pumping faster and deeper, rubbing down till you cried out his name.

You were scratching his back as he continued through your orgasm, your legs were spasming, but he chuckled. Pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your cum on your lower stomach and then leading them to your mouth to suck on.

That arousal heightened once again, your eyes were still full of lust and love. You reached out for his face, kissing him gently contrarily to all previous actions, he countered with the same gentleness, his tongue played with yours, his hand caressed your skin.

“Are you sure of this now?” He whispered asked you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes.

“Please, Ayato, I want it to be you.” Your voice cracked at the confession. He kissed you then, deeply and passionately. Spreading your legs apart once again as he positioned himself between them.

The tip of his cock slapped against your still sensitive clit, whining against his mouth you felt him rub himself around, picking up the natural lube. “It may hurt a little-“ He said lowly, you barely heard him as he thrusted in slowly.

Your arms wrapped around him tightly, as your legs caged him with you as he sunk himself into you slowly. He groaned at the tightness and you let a few moans out of slight pain and pleasure. Feeling stretched open was a bit of a vague statement, it was not describable, even less when he started moving.

He pulled away from you, sitting up, looking down at your body, covered in love bites, hickeys and marks, he admired the disheveled form of you, it was perfect, he wanted to be the only one allowed to see this but it wasn’t something practical so he would just memorize it and enjoy this single time he’d have with you.

His arm wrapped around your under thigh, his other hand going to wrap itself around your neck as he accelerated his thrusts, smashing deeper and louder, noises bounced around the room, for everyone to probably hear the slapping of your skin to one another.

“My little whore is about to cum… already, I can feel you around me. Fuck, fuck-“ your walls were doing things to him. He let go of your leg, leaning over you still holding you around your throat.

Taking the chance your legs wrapped around his waist, you didn’t want him to ever separate from you and he held much of the same thought but it was far more complicated.

With his thrusts mere seconds passed before you came, he was close now as well as he fucked you through it, pussy that tried to milk him. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “Let go, princess.” He said with a mean tone. “Y/N. Let go, I’m going to cum.” He warned, he was stern trying to pull away, but your conscious state of mind and your fucked out state of mind wouldn’t let him. You wanted all of him, your eyes screamed it and instead of stopping his hips continued.

“I-Inside-“ Your mouth was shut by his, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him down against your body as he finally went sloppier till he pushed deep, grunting against your mouth as he emptied himself in you while your third orgasm hit.

You felt like puddle, never in your life had you felt such pleasure.

The knight on the other hand was pushing down the voice that was telling him how much he had fucked up right then. But nothing felt this satisfying in a long time, this was a huge risk that made the thrill even more exciting and arousing.

He pulled out, he chuckled at your face distraught at the thought of him just leaving. Thoughts that disappeared as he turned you around, getting on your hands and knees, ass up and back arched as he pushed back in.

Holding you at your waist and hips, thrusting as if it wasn’t your first night, it felt like he was using your body, stuffing you with him. He was treating you like he said he would, and as you moved your hips back into his hungry for more, he continued spouting filth about you.

Grabbing at your shoulders to thrust deeper.

A few more orgasms happened till late at night, only once it was him cumming somewhere that wasn’t in you. Positions after positions, rough with breaks of gentleness, where you’d just hold each other and kiss. Making up for all the time you didn’t let yourself act on your attraction for him.

Falling into your slumber wasn’t something you were surprised but waking up without him was. You sat up abruptly when you couldn’t feel him beside you anymore, looking around the room till relaxing at the sight of him in front of the chimney.

The ache everywhere in your body didn’t matter, your feet tapped rapidly till your body only covered by his shirt hugged the back of his.

“I was scared you had left.” You mumbled against his skin.

He remained silent for a while. “You know we fucked up, right?” His voice was a big emotionless, you flinched a little but tightened your hold around him. “Doesn’t matter if I wanted it or you did.. fuck.”

He sighed, a hand going through his hair while your heart was clenching in fear of his words, not because of the risk but because he could distance himself from you. Tears were close to falling from your eyes.

“I’m sorry… Ayato, I’m sorry.” You could say the only thing that could repair things, that could have him stay.

“Apologies won’t do much, princess.”

You rounded him, getting in front of him, not letting his eyes move from yours, you looked up at him, his hand automatically moved to your cheek, he was comforting you when it should’ve been the other way around.

Millions of feelings were flashing through both of your eyes, consequences would come and it could be in a form of a tiny human being or harsh punishment or maybe luck would be on your side and nothing would happen.

He leaned in, kissing you once more. “You will be arranged to marry in no time. This stunt was avoidable for both of us but you couldn’t help yourself, so you’re dragging me down with you.” He continued to peck your lips, hands holding around your waist.

“Stay with me.” You whispered to him.

“Is that an order?” Your stomach dropped looking at empty eyes, feeling the disappointment and guilt pooling up, a one night stand or a forceful relationship wasn’t what you wanted.

Your arms fell from his body, walking away from him, you threw his shirt back, leaving you bare without any care of it, climbing back into your bed. You said a single word out loud. “Leave.”

He stood there, hair covering his face, sighing heavily as he retrieved his shirt. He contemplated but went to you, laying a kiss on the top of your head as you hid under the sheets.

He didn’t say anything, he would suppress his feelings, the adrenaline was gone, reality sunk back in and too many things were at stake, it wasn’t too late to just stop it before it could go even deeper.

The door opened and closed behind him, that was when you could let the little whimpers out, muffling the cries, now it was on you to explain the marks on your body to the maids, it was on you to look after your heart as it was crashed and broken for the man that just left after showing all his emotions all night and taking the innocence you were allowing him to take.

You didn’t close your eyes till the morning after in hopes for him to come back to you and hold you.

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Queer Robot Intimacy - 200 Follower "Reward"?

I cannot believe that we've gotten to this point. It is absolutely baffling to me. First I'd like to thank everyone who have made themselves comfortable in my virtual home - I had no idea my couch could fit so many people.

Are we good? Do we need more snacks? I just got a bag of these spicy seaweed rolls from the H-Mart, I can air fry a bunch of them in maybe fifteen minutes.

Uh people said they wanted this, so here's an excerpt from an old, unfinished novel. That was later turned into a really good play that I've now lost because fuck me I guess. It centers around the main romantic pairing, which is a human woman and her android lover, and they're having some form of physical intimacy.

If you're a robot it's definitely the spiciest thing you'll read from my hand. Otherwise it's...you know, I don't know the impression it gives otherwise. Feel free to tell me.

Edna spoke in mostly static. She crackled and murmured, her hands gently running up and down my arms. I leaned down over her and lowered my voice to my own attempt at something sultry.

“Where’s your multi-tool?” I murmured.

I undid the tool to its smallest piece, slowly pulling the metal rod from its slot to both look sexy and buy myself some time. See, Edna’s made love to me plenty of times before. And, while she insists I’ve done things for her that she’s found pleasurable, I’ve never had the knowledge or resource to really - as Blanca might say - “get up all in it”.

With my tool in hand I grazed it up and down Edna’s chest. She responded, twitching her hands arching of her back. Then I stopped.

“What do you want me to do?” I said.

Edna muttered something indistinct. I grinned and tapped the tool against her skin.

“What was that, Missus Millay?”

“…Open me,” she said, her voice slightly warped.

That was a start. And it was actually something I was sure I knew how to do. But having Edna writhing underneath me like this was a bit of a power trip, so I decided to see how much further I could push things.

“I don’t know how,” I said innocently.

“What.”

“You heard me. I don’t know how,” I leaned over her receiver and whispered coyly. “You’ll have to guide me.”

Edna made a noise that wasn’t quite human or machine. Then her eyes went dark for a second. When they came back, something in her was much calmer. I was briefly worried she was already ready to sleep, but then she spoke.

“There is a slot above my chest cabinet,” she said. “You…you have to stick the L-wrench in - ah!”

I did as she said, as gently as I knew how, and as soon as I did she gasped in a perfect C sharp. It was shocking, and then weirdly sexy.

“What now?” I said.

“You know what to do next.”

“I know,” I almost laughed. “I just want to hear you say it.”

Her voice had turned into the grey area between two radio stations. I couldn’t make out what she was trying to tell me, and I was ready to cut this seduction attempt short to make sure she was okay when she reached to hold my hand in place.

dOnt StoP, she implored, her voice echoing on top of itself.

With her hand guiding mine, we slid the wrench through the slot until we heard a definite popping sound and Edna’s whole body spasmed.

I opened her chest cabinet, slowly, unsure as to what she could and couldn’t feel. Edna, meanwhile, was singing under her breath, a haphazard song strung together from a dozen different languages.

At this point I wasn’t sure what to do. Her syringes were still intact, with three filled with air and three more filled with her tranquilizers, so whatever erotic thing I’d figure out had to also keep into consideration the amount of medical waste we’ve brought with us into the bedroom.

Do i LOok pRetty? Edna echoed.

This was the part of Edna I fell in love with, the pure artistry of her existence. Everything had a purpose and an intrinsic beauty. If her skeletal system was displayed in a museum I’d visit it every day - but I’d live a miserable life knowing I’d never be able to touch it.

I could touch her, though.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her, lightly running my hands across the glass of her syringes.

She moaned in notes and chords under my touch. It wasn’t the prettiest melody, but god did I want to hear more.

I slid my hands deeper in her chest, around the casing that protected the vials from spilling and to the structure that made up her spine. I traced the ribbons of her wires that hung like ivy, tangling my fingers in them like I’d done so through her hair years and years ago.

And she sang - my Edna, my darling wife - she sang every song that ever was and ever will be. The ones I knew I sang along with, and the rest I listened gratefully, happy to hold her voice in the palm of my hands.

hey look surprise author commentary! i just finished reading this again one more time before posting and i just want to say that it's hilarious that the only way i can write smut that works in my eyes is when i make it completely non-human and non-sexual. i was maybe eighteen or nineteen when i wrote this and i definitely didn't think i was ace. which is hilarious.

i'm hilarious.

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unpredictable-probabilities · 1 month

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @dandywonderous

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19. I'm fairly new to fanfics, I only started reading and writing them in 2020.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

356,543

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm currently writing for The Sandman, but most of my works and my WIPs are for Twisted Wonderland, and I had written one chapter of a fic for Love Never Dies.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Granting Favors (Twisted Wonderland) 2. The Two Princes (Twisted Wonderland) 3. A Way In (Twisted Wonderland) 4. Tomorrows Over Centuries (The Sandman) 5. Post-Gala Celebration (Twisted Wonderland)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I love interacting with my readers in the comments section~ Sometimes it takes me days to respond sdkjfkdslfj but I do respond! And I'm trying to make a habit of replying sooner.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, I always write happy endings, but currently The Repertoire Continues (Love Never Dies) and A Dragon's Soft Spot (Twisted Wonderland) have angsty endings, but only because so far I've only written their first chapters 😅

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Tomorrows Over Centuries (The Sandman). Mostly because almost the entire fic is the characters just having a fun time. (Also it's Explicit because of the third chapter, just a heads-up in case you wanna check it out.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So far no. I'm actually low-key scared of getting some, haha.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. All smut I write have a lot of Feelings, even if there's no plot to the fic. It's always romantic smut. It's just fun to write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

So far no. Though I really wanna write a The Sandman and Good Omens crossover someday. The idea itself is a bit daunting for me, haha, but I've read a fic with that crossover, and I genuinely wanna attempt it myself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, that would be super cool, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I've co-written a few fics with @patchyegg87~

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling (The Sandman) Azul Ashengrotto/Jamil Viper (Twisted Wonderland) is a close second!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would like to believe that I can finish all of my WIPs, haha. But the one that would probably take the longest to finish is The Repertoire Continues (Love Never Dies), which I realize is ironic given the title alskjdfsldf. I rarely see any other content from the fandom so my brainworms for it don't get activated. I would still like to finish it someday, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and emotions. Character voice is one of my favorite things to write, discovering how different characters would have various reactions to the same situation. I've often had to modify outlines because I'd realize that the original flow of the scenes didn't make sense anymore because the characters' reactions wouldn't lead them to that outcome. And bringing emotions out of characters is fun too, especially the stoic and tsundere characters. It's why I like writing Hurt/Comfort, haha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing descriptions for places, outfits, and food 😣 Especially places. I have a hard time imagining what a place might look like. That's usually what I ask @patchyegg87 for help with when we co-write fics. And she has recently taught me how to use Pinterest as a reference when writing descriptions for stuff, and I'd been practicing that. I really wanna get better at writing visual descriptions, it's always so cool when I read a fic that has such vivid imagery.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have no problem with it. The very first fic I'd written, A Rival in Scarlet (Twisted Wonderland), has some French sentences in it that were translated into English when the POV switched to the French speaker's. Fanfics are for having fun, and sometimes part of that is incorporating another language you know or are trying to learn~

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twisted Wonderland

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, I don't know, that's a hard one. Granting Favors (Twisted Wonderland) would always have a special place in my heart because it's my first multi-chapter fic and I honed much of my writing skills in that one. "I Do": The Long-Term Deal (Twisted Wonderland) is also very fun to write and that's the fic where I really learned to write character voice well because it's post-canon and the characters have aged a few years, and it was fun to figure out how they had changed in that time while retaining their core personalities. And of course Tomorrows Over Centuries (The Sandman). I'd read a lot of Dreamling fics before writing that one, and I was so happy to finish a Dreamling fic of my own. I love them, Your Honor.

Tagging:

@patchyegg87

@signiorbenedickofpadua

@cerealmonster15

@hardly-an-escape

@beatnikfreakiswriting

@takohebi

and anyone else who wants to do this!

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dandelion-jester · 10 months

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Writblr Intro:

Hello All!!!

I've been meaning to do a proper intro so better late then never!

Who Am I?

You can call me Dandelion. I'm 22 years old, I use they/them pronouns, I'm English and I am a queer, trans, neurodivergent fantasy writer. I've not had anything published yet but it's my aim.

I have a background in theatre and circus so performing arts tend to turn up in my work. I also love making maps and studying conlangs! I do a lot of art and reading as hobbies, but my favourite pass time is playing dnd!

What Do I Write?

I write mainly fantasy, but also scifi and historical fiction. I also dabble in poetry and I would like to learn how to write for games and screen at some point. For now though, it's all novel writing as far as the eye can see.

My favourite trope to write is found family (I blame all the dungeons and dragons I play). I also write a lot of queer characters and try to diversify my casts as much as possible. My work tends to be very character driven although I do love world building a lot, especially building different cultures and places. I'm best st dialogue and really struggle with building plots. I also have a deep love for history, specifically the 1700s and Anglo saxon - medieval Britain, so that's usually finds its way into my work as well.

You can find my work on Patreon here

What Do I Read?

Unsurprisingly, it's mostly fantasy. I used to read over 100 books a year, but university has made me hit a massive reading slump. So the main thing keeping me going right now is Robin Hobb. I also listen to a lot of audiobooks.

My WIPs:

Information on my current work is under the break!!

Feypocalypse

Feypocalypse is a queer, fantasy horror comic set in medieval England following the events of a Fey Apocalypse in the 1300s. It follows a group of knights trying to survive in a world that has been turned into a Fey hunting ground, whilst protecting the Changeling child they accidentally adopted. The current plan is eight issues, to be published on Patreon and then printed as a complete novel at the end! It will be written by myself and illustrated by my amazing co-creator @withlovefromthecrowss.

The Legend of The Rat Bastards (vols. 1 & 2)

I recently finished playing in a Curse of Strahd campaign that lasted about 2 years and was one of the best dnd experiences of my life. So of course, I decided to write it up in novel form so that I and the other players could always return to it. Our paladin was an extremely detailed note taker so I've been borrowing their notes. It's currently the longest piece of writing I’ve ever done and I add to it every day. It's from the pov of my character, a human necromancer called Sepulcrave who has a pretty crazy character arc and it's my current main WIP, even though its a personal project.

Eye of the Falcon King (working title)

A secondary-world medieval fantasy novel about identity, rebellion, and manipulation. In a world where some few people have the ability to shape-shift into birds, the king seeks out these people to be his personal servants, messengers and spies. Turik is a young boy able to turn into a falcon and becomes a member of the King's circle. But after a tragedy befalls his best friend it begins to become apparent that the king is not as benevolent as he seems and Turik must come to terms with the knowledge that his reality is a lie. This book is about breaking free from manipulative forces, the ways invisible disabilities are ignored and pushed aside, and mostly about how the monarchy is terrible. Also queer people because all my stories have queer characters.

Otherlings (working title)

It's 1875 and Eliza Farthing's twin brother Alexander has just reappeared in her life after seven years. Except he's not her twin, he's her changeling. And Eliza isn't always Eliza, sometimes he's Francis. The world's of the two twins - one fey, one queer - are about to become very intertwined against their wishes. The two have to fight against their family, the police, a morally corrupt scientist, inter-community distrust, and their own dislike for each other, or both of them will never regain the lives they so desperately need and desire. Also there's a circus. The book deals with identity, secrecy, hatred, and community. It's a book about found family, about accepting yourself and others, about not needing to be seen to exist and be worth something. Mostly it's about sticking together despite your differences.

So that's my current WIPs! I'll add more as I get them, but that's all for now! Thank you for taking an interest in my work and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me an ask :)

Tags I use

#legend of the rat bastards, #eye of the falcon king, #ask dandelion-jester #feypocalypse #otherlings novel

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superlc529 · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @esmealux ❤️❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 29 works on AO3. I've been working on a new Lucifer fic for the past 2 years on and off (mostly off) and that'll be my 30th on the site. However, I do have 63 works on ff.net (29 of them are the same) from various fandoms.

What's your total AO3 word count? As of right now, I have a word count of 179,925 words on AO3. I know that total is sometimes some writers' word count for a single fic. ;)

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, it's mainly Lucifer (and Supernatural). I've been writing fanfics since I was a sophomore in high school. On ff.net I have written for (in no particular order): Bewitched, The Big Bang Theory, Castle, Doctor Who, Forever, Heroes, Jimmy Neutron, Lucifer, Smallville, Supernatural, Timeless, and Will & Grace.

Top five fics by kudos:

The More Things Change... (Lucifer): 1,090 kudos

Been Down This Road Before (Supernatural): 621 kudos

A Unique Guilt Trip (Lucifer): 548 kudos

Trick-Or-Treating Revelations (Lucifer): 543 kudos

Thanks For Listening (Lucifer): 449 kudos

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to every comment if I can... at least on AO3.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't actually write angsty endings. All my fics have happy endings actually. ❤️

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, wow. Since all my fics have happy endings, it's hard to choose just one... for the ones I wrote over a decade ago, honestly, I can't remember... LOL. Read them if you so choose and pick your own. ;)

Do you get hate on fics?

I would get hate on fics on ff.net but thankfully (not so far) on AO3. When I first started writing fanfics, I interpreted some helpful advice AS hate, but it really wasn't. Thankfully the response is mostly positive on my writing. Sometimes I'll still get some "hate" on ff.net, but I still feel an obligation to post there for consistency since I cross-posted since getting an AO3 account.

Do you write smut?

No. (But I read it).

Craziest crossover:

The only crossover I have written was a Castle & Forever crossover that can be found on ff.net and AO3 called Ties That Bind.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think somebody wanted to translate one of my older Smallville fics back in the day. Honestly, I can't remember which one or if it came to fruition.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not to my memory, but I used to beta all the time for Smallville. And I was a "consultant" on a fanfic on AO3 from a friend for a Forever and Quantum Leap crossover fic. Plus, I bounce ideas off with fandom friends in the Lucifer fanfiction world. ❤️

All time favorite ship?

Uhhhhhhhhhh... I can't say an all-time favorite ship because I love all of my ships equally. But I'll settle for my top two: Clois (Clark Kent and Lois Lane) and Deckerstar (Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar).

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I've had a WIP for Sherlock/Sherlolly in my documents for quite a few years. It's a time travel one where Sherlock from post S4 gets sent back to the time between the end of S1 & beginning of S2. I don't think that one is ever gonna be finished to be honest. I never post fics until they're finished anyway, so at least there won't be anybody disappointed. ;)

What are your writing strengths?

I try to pride myself on the characters being written in-character - where the reader can actually picture the actor's expressions, mannerisms, etc - like they're watching an episode. Dialogue is definitely where I excel.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I really suck at descriptions. I'm not gonna lie. I have tried to work on setting the scene and character movements, etc but I still struggle with those factors.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm not really great at it. If the character is known to say words or phrases in another language, I might write it in a few times, but nothing that needs a long translation.

First fandom you wrote in?

Jimmy Neutron (on ff.net) when I was about 16 years old.

Favorite fic you've written?

I have a few, but honestly I'm more proud of my Lucifer stories and my one Supernatural story, so I'd have to go with a tie between my first ever Lucifer fic: The More Things Change... and my Supernatural fic: Been Down This Road Before. And right now the Lucifer fic I've been working on for 2 years is quickly becoming a favorite too. LOL. We'll see if people like it once I've finished it and started posting. ❤️

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Tagging a few of my fandom friends: @my-crazy-awesome-sox, @mightbeawriter, @wendeckerstart, @kaykat666, @thewollfgang and anyone else who wants to or feels inclined to do it! And to those that I tagged, please don't feel obliged to do it. Love oo!! ❤️

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Writing #Reading #ff.net #Personal #This was fun #I like doing things like this every once and awhile

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genericpuff · 6 months

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Hello I realize this isn't necessarily the platform so completely understand if you ignore this! Wondering if you can provide a brief overview of what's going on with the popular WT creators? I get mixed information and you seem to have a lot of knowledge. (Snailords, Mongie, RS, Ephemerys, Uruchan. I heard about the Snailords dog and fan blasting stuff and Ephemerys possibly being inappropriate with minor fans. Really hoping Uru hasn't done anything.)

I'm not really gonna ignore your question but I will address it sort of? Because like... I'm gonna go off on a tangent here so bear with me, but I think a lot of people see my analysis / "callout" posts here and assume that's what this blog is for, but like? Not really? Like I certainly do that here at times when it's something that's really eating at me and I have to get out of my system, I love analyzing works I used to enjoy or otherwise have strong feelings about (ex. I never liked Big Ethel Energy but I'm miffed that it exists at all so I can't resist talking about it lmao) and I'm obviously VERY verbose about it, but I draw the line with actively seeking out stuff that's controversial or ripe for criticism just for the sake of creating 'content'. I'm one person who started this blog to mostly talk about LO, I'm not a monolith or solid source on everything to do with Webtoons and there are other people talking about these things in far more detail than I could :' )

With that said, I'm aware of the Snailords situation because of how often it's been brought up in the /r/webtoons sub (and I used to read their work years ago, before they were on Webtoons), and when it comes to RS and Mongie, I'm simply a former fan of their comics and I didn't realize the problems with them until their series jumped the shark and I had a chance to go "wait a second-" so I have that degree of "investment" that fans have have which spurs me on to talk about (and criticize) their work. It doesn't occur in a bubble.

I have NO idea what's up with Ephemerys and Uruchan, like I deadass don't know who those people are so your guess is as good as mine ╮(￣ω￣;)╭ (I googled them after reading this though, I know their series and have heard great things about Purple Hyacinth and a lot of "meh" stuff about UnOrdinary) So you won't catch me talking about them here unless I genuinely decide to give them a try LOL (and I've said my peace about reading stuff just for the sake of criticizing it, I ain't about that, I want to make room for things that bring me joy, too <3) That said, if you search for these creators via reddit and communities like it, you'll undoubtedly find the info you're looking for ! (when I googled Uruchan it seems like most of people's issues with them is that UnOrdinary has gone down the tubes in terms of quality, nothing really controversial about Uruchan specifically though from what I can tell).

EDIT: upon further clarification from OP, there isn't in fact anything worth noting, so we're clearing up for the record now!

Literally outside of my hyperfixation on LO and other Webtoon-specific topics that fall into my lap through the run of a day (like whatever I see going on in the /r/webtoons sub and other webcomic communities), I'm still like, a normal person who isn't aware of every single thing going on and so I'm not gonna ever be able to cover every controversy and piece of gossip out there. I wouldn't want that, either, balance is crucial.

I do think it's sorta sweet though that people enjoy my takes on LO and comics like it so much that they want to hear my opinions on other works, especially ones that they have opinions on and want to hear my take. But I'm still just one person. I don't read everything and I don't have an opinion about everything, I don't need to :' )

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #webtoon critical

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bnhaobservation · 6 days

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Is there a fanfic wbere Enji actually is a father to Shouto? Because I will be honest. I don't think he liked the kid very much or he wasn't the one he bonded with the most. I just like to see that for once..

Well...

...let's start with canon first as this might be an interest shared by more people.

The usual premise is that I'm not Horikoshi so I don't own The Truth. What follows are my beliefs. Feel free to disagree.

Did Enji like Shouto in the manga? Did he bond with him?

When Horikoshi created the Todoroki family very likely he had in mind some typical TRADITIONAL Japanese tropes and values for it, tropes and values which aren't shared in the west (and, to be honest, are dying down in Japan as well, but it's a 'recent' thing).

For example we see Enji as 'not being a father for his kids'... but in old Japanese manga and anime his behaviour toward Shouto would have been, shockingly (or maybe I should say 'disgustingly'), considered the behaviour of a very loving dad.

I've discussed more about it here, and I should probably make a meta about it since it seems a topic of relevance, but in a not so far past, in manga and anime and other media (and also in real life) if your father were to take his time to train you in an abusive way, it was considered the peack of fatherhood because he was helping you to improve, because it was believed that harsh training (read: abuse) would help you to improve, and if you were against it, you were only an immature brat, but eventually you would realize your father's love and the story would have a touching scene with the kid crying and being grateful to his father for the training (read: abuse) he received as it actually was a splending bonding moment (yeah, it was a disgusting mindsetting).

As if the abuse wasn't enough, back then it was believed being what we would call a 'loving dad' western style would make your kid weak, so a model father should be stern and criticize and not praise him.

Horikoshi mostly subverts this trope as Enji will never get praised for his way to interact with Shouto but will be forced to understand that his behaviour was wrong and that a real father would have acted differently.

Still, in this setting, Enji did love his kids but acted following outdated (and extremely harmful) educative methods that caused more harm that good to his children especially to the one he tried to bond with the most, Shouto (because bonding through abuse is actually not going to work).

Of course this comes in with huge narrative problems especially for western readers.

In many western countries we're very aware of how such behavior is so deeply wrong we just can't see it as misguided love. We believe Enji SHOULD KNOW his behaviour toward his kids is wrong, that it's abuse, and that a person who loves his kids would never abuse them.

To make matters even more confusing Horikoshi retconned the Todoroki family more than once, which makes even harder to follow its dynamics.

As a result, if we look at Enji, we don't see a father who loved his kids but acted in the wrong way with them due to wrong educative beliefs, we see a person who didn't care about them beyond for the use they could have for him, and didn't bond with them at all. In fanfics this often gets portrayed in an even stronger manner than canon, with Enji being much more of an abuser than he is in canon, beating his kids horribly.

So is there a fanfic in which Enji actually is a father to Shouto?

I don't really have knowledge of all the fanfics in the net (and I generally focus on fanfics that regrd the Todoroki family as a whole) but I can reassure you saying I'm aware there are some. If you go to AO3 you might want to look at the tag Good Parent Todoroki Enji | Endeavor or at the tag Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Redemption.

Of course, since Shouto is the forth of four kids, in fanfics that decide that Enji is going to be a good father from the start, his behavior generally changes BEFORE Shouto is born.

One of my fave fics "Where your love has always been enough (for me)" by @classicequinox depicts Enji as being a loving dad to Shouto... but the Shouto of the story never gets to experience him being a bad dad. Enji has already changed his ways way before Shouto's birth and you see him interacting with Shouto after a good number of chapters because... the story has to reach Shouto's birth.

The same goes with "as i live and breathe" by extrastellar which actually focuses on how the premature birth of Touya, and the fact he might not have survived, pushed Enji to change his life. So he's a good father to Shouto but... you don't see much of it because the story focuses more on what pushed him to change.

Other fics I know have Enji have a change of heart later on (either due to Touya resulting alive, Enji travelling back in the past but reaching a point in which Shouto was already born), but it's generally a change of heart that involves all his family and not just specifically Shouto.

Still you can try adding to your research the tag Todoroki Enji | Endeavor & Todoroki Shouto and see if the combination of this tag with the other two give you fics that focus specifically on Enji and Shouto's relationship instead than on all the Todoroki siblings.

Something else worth mentioning is that, although I saw many fics giving Enji a change of heart due to Touya, in canon it's due to Shouto (and Midoriya) Enji slowly starts having a change of heart.

Midoriya pointing out Shouto isn't Enji impressed Enji...

...when Midoriya will intern under him Enji will still remember his words.

Then we've Shouto rejecting him after his fight with Midoriya. Enji, in a way that's faithful to the old trope of the (abusive) trainer/father, expected now that Shouto had used his fire as he wanted, had grown over what he believed was a childish rebellion. Shouto instead makes clear he's not over it, that actually he used his fire because he has forgotten about him (in the old trope it would be the opposite, Shouto would have used his fire because he had finally embraced Enji's teaching... instead Horikoshi completely subverted it)

Enji is forced to realize he's not the role model he believes to be for Shouto. Shouto actually shows his best when he doesn't follow his father's teaching.

This, combined with the fact that when All Might task him what purpose his strength serve and Enji connects it to safeguard his son's future...

...is what will later push him to try to connect with Shouto, praising him and telling him he'll try to be a Hero he could be proud of.

And it's always Shouto (though this time probably combined with Natsuo)...

... who later pushes him to think what he could do for his family each night.

I could go on but still canonically Shouto is a big part of what lead Enji to change... but the change is so slow it's easy to miss it (I've talked about Enji's atonement arc in two posts which are available here and here) and since the atonement arc hasn't ended yet, we hardly see Enji being good to Shouto in a way that can feel consistent and satisfying for the expectations of western readers... to us he just does too little (which is why many fanfic authors prefer to focus on something drastic happening that pushes him to make a 180° turn instead than slow tiny little hardly visible improvements)... but well, we aren't the intended audience and we lose nuances that instead are important for the intended audience.

Said so I fully understand your wish for an Enji who finally acts like a good father to Shouto as poor Shouto definitely deserves more love and I hope you'll manage to find many fanfics that will focus on them and provide it to you.

Thank you for your ask and for the chance to talk a bit about Shouto!

#Todoroki Shouto #Todoroki Enji #Ask #Todoroki Touya

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halliescomut · 8 months

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Naughty Babe Ramble

There's gonna be spoilers up to episode 4...just so you're aware.

I've been really stuck thinking about this past episode and sort of where we are about half-way through. I know for a lot of people, Naughty Babe is just silly fun, and there's also plenty who just wave it off as campy semi-BS. And while the show is certainly set up to be more silly than serious, I really have been engrossed by the new glimpses we've gotten into Yi and Diao now that they're at the center.

I loved them as a couple in the Cutie Pie series, though I had some concerns, mostly things that I've been able to abandon now that we've gotten a bit more insight into Yi's mind specifically. Cutie Pie is very much Kuea's perspective, and therefore pretty knowledgeable of Diao's personality, but less so of Yi.

And while I was somewhat suspicious of what we were going to see after the trailers, knowing about the whole amnesia thing, I'm actually pretty satisfied overall. Both because the amnesia didn't last for the whole season, but also because they clearly recognize that Diao knows Yi well enough to figure out he's lying. Like I do agree that both Lian and his dad would figure it out first, just because Yi doesn't hide so much from them, but I was concerned they would set Diao up to look a bit like an imbecile, and he is so not.

I'm gonna start by talking about Diao, mostly because he's my favorite, but also because if we recognize that this show is mostly Yi's perspective, then I'm so happy they're still showing Diao as feisty, and cute. He's still shown as a little shy, but I think he's definitely guarded around Yi, especially right in this time, so it makes sense, that he sort of reads it that way. One of my favorite things about Diao in Cutie Pie was that he was clearly just as strong-willed and self-aware as Kuea, but where Kuea is more brash, Diao is just a tad softer. But his softness isn't weakness (I fucking hate when people think that) and we're continually given glimpses of his strength, both mentally and physically.

His practice and teaching of Taekwondo is clearly part of that, it's a martial arts style that has a heavy focus on meditation and mindfulness, but also philosophy of how you should behave as a citizen of humanity. It's also listed often as a potentially good option for self-defense in those that are of smaller stature (which Diao is). It's a martial art that I think is well-matched to the character, in that it's both strong and elegant, with a focus on moral character.

The series so far shows Diao as mainly admirable...which is great, but it also speaks to what Diao is so frustrated by. He's not a piece of art, he doesn't want to be set on a pedestal and admired, he wants to be loved. He's been clear in his passion to Yi in the past, but it's Yi's that's stuck in his own head about what if's and so they aren't able to progress. And so now we're 3 years in the future, and Diao's wondering if he read everything all wrong.

So moving on to hia Yi...I know you're trying, but god, do I wish that you would just get it together. I understand that the root of his behavior is all fear. He's afraid that the past coming to light, and his connection to Diao's trauma will cause DIao to hate him...and dude...if you pulled your head out of your ass and actually took in the person that Diao has become you'd see that it would never happen. I know he's drowning in the guilt of what happened with the tiger/puma/dog/jackalope (depending on when and where the story's being told)...but if you think Diao would learn that and not recognize that you were a 15 year old child who made a horrible mistake??? Diao has so much empathy, and Yi knows that, but he's still can't comprehend that that empathy also extends to him for some reason.

As flawed as the man is, and honestly as poorly as he sees himself sometimes, though usually glossed over by the sheen of narcissism, he can be such a good man. In all of this universe, I've always been a bit meh on Max's acting, I'll be honest. He's fine, but I've always felt like because his character was so staid that I wasn't engaged, especially when Zee and Nunew and Nat were given so much more expression and emotion. But this last couple of episodes really, but especially number four, he has really been doing some great work.

He's both solidified a lot of aspects of the character as well as bringing new depth. The nightmares talk and panic attack scene were really so good. Him just laying there as Diao talks about his nightmares and his eyes are just full of so many different emotions. and then when the panic attack really kicks in, his overall concern is not disturbing Diao. You don't have to have an internal monologue to know exactly where this panic attack comes from, and it's portrayed really well in my opinion. Of course everyone's experience will differ, but my sister has an anxiety disorder, and really her feelings as she's described them and her physical condition as I've watched her experience these attacks...they match up pretty well.

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In a lot of ways I do feel like we are seeing a little bit of the same character arc for the couple here that we saw for Lian and Kuea in Cutie Pie, with both Lian and Yi afraid that somehow they're being selfish in wanting their relationships with Kuea and Diao respectively. I think it's something that stems from their age difference, this knowing that there is a lot of opportunity out there for them, and are they sort of clipping their wings? It's a bit different for Kuea and Diao, but it does boil down to both wanting to be truly seen for who they are. For Kuea it was about reconciling his 'true self' and knowing that Lian loved him still. With Diao, I think it's about being seen as himself, but also being seen as someone worthy of being a true partner to Yi, to stand beside him. I think Yi's tendency to coddle him and lie to him has caused him to assume that Yi doesn't believe he's capable of handling the truth. And in a bit of a match to Kuea, since they've always been these sort of biddable, polite people (which is based around the cultural expectations especially in relation to their age difference), will there still be love and affection if they're assertive of their own needs/desires? For Kuea the answer was clearly yes, which Diao knows, but I think Lian was also a lot easier to read for Diao than Yi. It's also complicated by the fact that Diao is also afraid of what he might see, and so I think he chooses not to.

My last little part isn't really about character, but more about how wildly uncomfortable I was watching the interactions between Diao's family and Yi and Diao. It was both awkward and insanely infuriating. I felt so insulted on Yi's behalf, watching this family treat him like little more than an open wallet. And don't even get me started on Diao, the way I know he was so embarrassed by their behavior, not just because it's so icky, but also because it makes him wonder "Does hia Yi think that I'm in this for his money??" I also kind of hated it because hia Yi clearly values family, and I know for certain that he's glad that his own father has such strong love and affection for Diao, to not be seen equally by Diao's family probably really hurts.

(I'm sorry this was such a ramble, but I have a lot of random feelings about the show.)

#Naughty Babe the series #Hia Yi x Kon Diao #Yi x Diao #Max x nat #MaxNat #Max Nattapol #Nat Natasitt #Thai BL

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oleandertrees · 7 months

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overactive spectatorship in the yj fandom

thank you to everyone who has filled out the google form so far!

i'm mostly a twitter user so tumblr is very much a foreign thing to me (i didn't even know how to properly put a link on here..Thank you to my friend mekenzie who pointed it out to me and then told me how to link it) but i appreciate very much all of you non-twitter users who filled it out. tumblr and twitter are the social media platforms i'm most interested in looking into because it gives the greatest opportunity for analysis and such!

i've only shared very briefly the idea behind this project on twitter so i thought i would explain a little bit about it here since i have more space LOL

i'm a third-year film student with a concentration in screenwriting, and i'm currently taking a critical studies class where we study a variety of different film theories. this (you guessed it!) includes spectatorship theory. to put it very briefly, there are two major types of spectatorship theory: passive and active.

passive spectatorship is, in essence, the belief that the audience doesn't have much say in what happens to them when they watch a movie. the film is merely something that happens To Them against their will. this can be very closely associated with the ideas of sergei eisenstein, who believed that audience reactions could be carefully engineered and predicted by using certain filmmaking techniques. passive spectatorship is also often tied to psychoanalysis, so it's very much involved with the freudian ideas of the subconscious. i personally was taught it under the lens of psychoanalysis and feminist film theory, so we also talked a lot about the voyeurism of the male audience member, the passivity of the female both on the screen and in the audience, and the oppositional gaze of the non-white female audience who takes a deeper look into what they're actually consuming.

which then brings us into active spectatorship. this is the idea that, no matter what, the audience is an active participator in what they're watching, even if they may not actually be aware of just how active the process of spectatorship is. for example, there are physiological processes going on in your brain that make it so you can actually perceive a film as a film, rather than just as a series of still images being projected in rapid succession. we cannot physically make ourselves see the film as images without slowing it down, because our brain is actively working to prevent the illusion from being broken. while this may be an unconscious process (rather than a subconscious process, like in passive spectatorship), it is still active. or, (and i think this one is really neat), to give another example, if you watch a film that is presented in a non-linear fashion (take oppenheimer, for ex.), and someone then asks you to recall the story of the film, you'll tell the story linearly even though the information wasn't presented to you as such. your brain is automatically and actively working to reconstruct the events as you consume them.

furthermore, your brain also builds up a library of references over time from all of the many films, television series, books, etc. you've consumed that enable you to better understand each and every thing that you watch. MEDIA LITERACY FTW! so, to give an ex. here, imagine taking someone who had never seen a slasher before, sitting them down, and making them watch a slasher. they're not going to have any baseline knowledge of what they're watching, so they won't be aware of tropes, references, etc. that are included in the film. there likely wouldn't be a high level of predictability for them, b/c they don't have anything to base their hypotheses on (and the formation of hypotheses are a big part of active spectatorship). contrast this with someone like myself (who loves slashers, watches a lot of them, and loves reading horror & slasher film theory) watching a slasher, who is (whether i want to or not) going to be picking apart every part of the slasher because i have this library of references up in my noggin that i'm pulling from.

sorry for that very longwinded explanation before actually getting into what i personally am doing, but i feel like it is important to know and (i think) it's pretty interesting so hopefully you got something out of it anyhow.. SO! the morning i was doing my readings on active spectatorship for class, it just so happened to be the day after the timeline from the yellowjackets scripts were released, and there was a great deal of conversation about this timeline and particularly about jackie's birthday. this all seemed to me to be a confirmation that spectatorship, indeed, was very active. but the more i thought about it, the more it seemed to go beyond just active spectatorship and into a sort of "overactive" spectatorship.

this is something that i find to be most prevalent (at least from my own fandom experiences over the last ~9 years of being in online fandom spaces) in the yellowjackets fandom. never have i been in a fandom where people spend as much time picking apart every little detail and going to such great lengths to analyze each and every thing that is shown (or not shown!) on the screen. hence why i included questions on the form specifically about analysis and headcanons (i think fanfiction would be another interesting thing to look at, but i think inherently headcanons fit much more along the lines of analysis than a lot of fanfiction does! coming from a fanfic writer..Please don't take that the wrong way...i am a fanfiction lover).

so, to make a long story short, i want to look at (and write about) the ways in which the yellowjackets fandom takes active spectatorship to the extreme and turns it into overactive spectatorship through the analyses and deep conversations that are had about this series on social media spaces. it may not always seem like it, but fandom can be a legitimately important thing, especially within the spheres of theory that i'm talking about here. it can be incredibly illuminating in understanding the ways in which people interact with the media that they consume! and i think that the yellowjackets fandom is an immensely fascinating little slice of all of this, and (hopefully) this project can be something that people can get something out of and learn from.

i'm stupidly busy as the semester is starting to near its close, so this is just the beginning of a very long process, but i once again want to thank everyone who has already filled it out (and especially to those who have provided links for me to their analysis and headcanon posts!). and, if you haven't filled it out already and would like to, i'll link it again here. :)

#yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio #taissa turner #jackie taylor #shauna shipman #van palmer #lottie matthews #misty quigley

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adracat · 1 month

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So I have a feeling I'm gonna ramble on here, so tl:dr is basically I love your writing, thanks for sharing. With that out of the way:

I started by reading your G Witch myth analyses here on Tumblr. TBQH a lot of it went over my head, but I enjoyed them all (went through a mythology phase in like elementary school, so it's been a minute, but I still casually enjoy learning about myths). Then I saw you have fics on AO3. And as a millennial on the interwebs I am aware of the site, but as someone generally in the ace sphere of things I haven't actually spent any time over there. Anyway, I found your Law of Causality series and because my Sulemio brainrot is boundless I read As Above So Below. And boy howdy did I enjoy that. Like, read it a few times. The story telling is really good, and I love the little notes you stick on at the ends of the chapters. Now I am not a Prospera fan, so I didn't read Chaos and Night for a while. But eventually I decided I liked your writing enoughto give it a try. What can I say, I truly enjoy the world you concocted and wanted more of it. I'm glad I did, because I think that may be my favorite of the three stories. Still don't like Prospera as a person in general, but you wrote her so well. Like, girl, don't go making those stupid-ass choices. But obviously I see why she did, because her characterization comes through so strong in your stories, so she really had no choice in her decisions (tragically, yes). But, not to state the obvious or anything, Notrette is the one who steals the show. My favorite of your characters. The times where she is so open and honest and vulnerable in sharing her feelings with Prospera kills me every single time. She gets the best lines due to those situations. Like there are at least three times where she bluntly asks Prospera to stay in the garden, and that's not even counting the handful of times she asks for them to be a family. Damn. We all know what's gonna happen, but it doesn't make that knife's edge any less sharp. I have many favorite lines of hers, but up there is when she come back from Delling and tells Prospera she was only able to do it by thinking of her. Man, that whole interaction gets me every time and I gotta take a moment to pause and reflect. Absolutely heart wrenching. Anywho. Their toxic, tragic relationship is just so dynamic. Plus, again, all your mythology easter eggs were delightful. I thoroughly enjoyed looking up the different names and stories as I came upon/recognized them. (I'm actually naming a new character of mine in an upcoming ttrpg I'm joining after one of the gods I learned about and then did a deeper dive into late one night.) I'm sure there was quite a bit that slipped past my notice, which is a testament to your vast knowledge of a wide variety of deities across different cultures. Theophany was like a sweet afterwards/gift when it came out. Loved how it ties in the two stories, and how the two relationships mirror each other. Devastatingly so, and also in a beautiful way. I will never get over Prospera always being so firmly rooted in the past that she kills off so many healing futures she might have had. And how Suletta refuses to do the same, even without knowing her mother's tragedies, and is able to focus more on her present with a certain amount of forethought as well. Ugg, cycles indeed. I have, of course, read your other G Witch fics (the finished ones anyway, will get to the last one when it's completed). Those are great as well, but I mostly wanted to gush about your Law of Causality. I have read each story multiple times now. Just last night I finished reading all of them, in order, in their entirety. I can't get them out of my head (kinda want to go and reread my favorite parts again already) which is what lead me to reaching out to you. I'm not sure if this is poor etiquette or whatever, and I'm not an elegant writer like you, and it's certainly obnoxiously long, but I figured I've gotten so much enjoyment from your writing I ought to let you know. So. Thanks.

This made my day! Thank you so much for the gushing praise. Law of Causality possessed my soul while writing it, and I honestly think it may be the best thing I've written purely on a cohesive and thematic level. I wanted people to dive deep into everything I was doing there and think about why certain references were chosen. I'm looking for a moment to actually do a lengthy write-up on the stuff that may have been too obfuscated lmao. The two pairings are complimentary and contrasting tellings that I loved bringing to life. Prospera I knew would be a hard sell for people, but I'm glad you gave it a chance! Notrette's lines were a treat. (Ngl I reread too for them) I'm glad I wrote her saying the wildest off-the-wall shit to contrast Prospera's self-inflicted misery brainhole. It's incredible to know my work is seen and appreciated <3

#g witch #adracatwrites

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torchickentacos · 4 months

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15 Questions!

Tagged by @gaycey-sketchit !!!!! Thank you so much for the tag, and I loved reading yours! Long post, sorry lol.

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! Not to my knowledge, anyways. Though if my mom told me that she named me after Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters, I would not be shocked.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think monday? I cry really often, at every single emotion. Happy? I'm going to cry about it. Laughing? My high school theatre class would always point out when they made me cry laugh. Sad? ABSOLUTELY crying about that. I didn't cry but I DID tear up yesterday because I was really happy about something nice someone said to me.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and no intention of having them. Regardless of my desire to or not (usually not, being the oldest of four is enough for me), my health is not, and never will be, in an acceptable position or ability to go through that, and I've accepted that for a while now.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? As a kid, I played soccer and did gymnastics! In middle school, I BRIEFLY did fencing. My mom told me that when I was fencing is the only time she's ever seen me look truly graceful (lmao, love my mom dw. She's right). Then health stuff came up and I had to stop, but fencing just came as easily to me as breathing did. I always wonder where I'd be if I could have stuck with it. Nothing's ever immediately clicked with me the way fencing did, but it's hell on my joints.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, usually when I'm annoyed which isn't TOO often. Or if I'm being hyperbolic for a joke.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? No clue. I guess their demeanor- if they seem happy or not, if they look stressed, how they're feeling (or how I perceive them as feeling, I guess).

7. What's your eye color? Blue! My friend swears up and down that they're kind of green. I think she's colorblind.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!!! I am not built for scary movies. I can do some buzzfeed unsolved and I can watch markiplier play indie horror games but that's kind of my limit. I LOVE some types of horror, but my anxiety does not. I will be paranoid for a month after.

9. Any talents? I can play music by ear. Give me a guitar and a random song and ten minutes at most!

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies? Landscape/scenery art (also other art but it's much harder), writing, playing guitar (used to play piano too but not well. I also own a ukulele that I'm bad at, but generally I can play something on any instrument you give me). But mostly, I pick up and put down hobbies all the time. I've dabbled in crochet, embroidery, sewing, painting, archery, coding, needle felting, gardening, cooking, a little bit of everything. Never long enough to get good at most of them, though. I get bored too quickly.

12. Do you have any pets? A lovely husky (shelter girlie <3) and a gecko! And, for the gecko, a bunch of crickets at any given point in time, which I guess counts because I have to take care of them, too.

13. How tall are you? 5'2 and a half. 5'4 with my doc martens.

14. Favorite subject in school? Assuming lunch doesn't count, I was a theatre girlie. Assuming THAT doesn't count, English. I liked English because if I didn't have an answer, I could just bullshit one, but I usually did enjoy it and had real answers. I'll tell you why the curtains are blue and why they're the specific fabric they are and what the rest of the room means- if I'm interested, anyways.

15. Dream job? Oh boy, uh. Still trying to figure that out. DREAM job, like, without worrying about money or my physical ability to do it? Pro fencer, but I gave up on that a looong time ago. I genuinely believe I could have done it if my knee hadn't gone to shit at fourteen. I'd love to work in a record store or a music store, though, which is a little more in-reach.

Tagging: Anyone who sees this, lmk if you do it from this post!! But also, NO PRESSURE AT ALL but @soulsilversprings @nowandevermore @lostlegendaerie @mozukumi !!! Also whoever else wants to, I get nervous to tag people so assume you're tagged, too!

#taylor's tag #long post #thank you for the tag andrew!!!!

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heyhilana · 2 years

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Take It Slow (Din Djarin)

Summary: When looking for new blasters and finding a place to fix your ship, you realize that nightfall has come and you will have to stay in a room for the night. But when there is only one bed and the bathroom only conceals but so many moans, crossing the lines of hunters and partners seems impossible to ignore.

A/N: Hey lovelies! I was on tumblr when I saw a post about a virgin!Din fic so I figured I would give it a go :) I've lost the post since then sadly because it’s been well over a year but I tried to follow what I remembered and added my own spin to it. I hope you enjoy as there will likely be another part added to this so possibly a short series <3 Also, in this instance, helmetless!Din is needed because I think for his first time, he needs all the interaction/intimacy he can get 💚

Pairing: Din Djarin x !f reader (both are hunters)

Warnings: Voyeurism, male and female masturbation, handjob, a little breast sucking, cumshot.

Word Count: 5.8k

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Din always kept to himself as you worked on the ship. A quiet man that knew how to talk with few words seemed to blend with you very well despite you wanting to strike up a conversation with him. It was not to make him uncomfortable, rather you just wanted to know more about the man that picked you up from Navarro after you helped him catch a quarry. Both of you had contrasting stories of who should’ve had the quarry first, Din saying you ambushed him and you pointing out that he only took the quarry a few days after you did based on the logs. He would never admit it but when he split the reward 60/40 with you getting the bigger half, that was his small way of admitting you were right.

But now after a month of traveling with him, you wondered about who he was, his life, and the way of the Mandalorian. You learned some things from studying him, knowing how he polished his armor with precision, that it was another part of him. His pride in his gun slinging, the small practices that would take place in secluded areas when both of you needed to get out of the ship. That his moral compass crafted by the way of the Mandalorian was much stronger than others yet in times of distress it would fall down and the human side of him would come out. You knew that he would never admit it, but he was a different version of other rare Mandalorians you found. His humane side was what drew you to him, made you realize that underneath all that beskar was a heart of gold and he would give his life to those that deserved to be saved. Just how he spoke to you at first versus now, a month later. He was not as stoic, and even when you spoke he would listen attentively, savoring your words and you would try to read his emotions through the T visor that made it nearly impossible to do so. But with his body language, you could tell that he enjoyed your company mostly, that even with the events of how you two met he was appreciative that you would stay after all this time. And with him, here and there he would leave the trail of breadcrumbs of who he was that you would take eagerly, knowing that he had a lifetime of stories waiting to be told to the right person.

But there was one thing that struck you more than you would like to admit, something that burned deep inside you. For a man that traveled all over, did he ever get close to anyone? Were you the first he opened up to? He had decent enough social skills, but you always wondered if he had more friends than Greef Karga, although you were not sure if they were friends, more of acquaintances from your knowledge. Although you were the same as Din, the lone warrior that didn’t get close to anyone in fear of death, not so much for you but for them, you could understand why he didn’t. But still, that thought of if anyone got as close as you did, maybe closer plagued your mind as you walked with him on the streets of Mos Espa, catching yourself looking at him a little longer than you should be. You didn’t want him to catch your curious eye so you settled for looking straight ahead, seeing that the sanctuary was nearby.

“Din, why did we come here?”

“Boba collected a few new blasters for you to choose from and there’s some repairs that need to be done.” The mechanics here were okay, but they took too long to fix any ship they were given. But in regards to your blaster, he was right, your trusty blaster finally giving out on you on your last bounty hunt.

“It’s not my fault that he shot my blaster out of my hand. Besides, I can fix it.”

“You’ve been saying that since it happened. It’s been two weeks, it’s not fixed, and we have a new bounty already.”

“I fix everything don’t I?” You walk over to the market, an older woman selling a favorite treat of yours that you hadn’t had since your last trip here. You pointed at the treat at the top and she began putting it in the bag.

“Save your credits for something useful.” Din whispered to you, but you ignored him.

“Make that two.” The older woman put another in and Din groaned.

“I’m not eating that.” He huffed as you paid the woman the credits you owed. You took one out of the bag and took a bite, the savory flavor melting in your mouth as you felt eyes on you.

“You’re no fun.” You replied as you took another bite.

“Hunters don’t have fun.” He retorted as you both got closer to the sanctuary.

“Says who?”

“You know who.” You rolled your eyes at what he was referring to.

“Just one bite. It’s not going to kill you.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He knocked on the door and waited a few moments. Soon the door opened and Fennec Shand was there, her rifle still in hand.

“Someone has a companion.” She noted as she let you two walk in. Din said nothing about it, yet you were thinking about the face she made towards Din. Din always worked alone, and yet here you were still tagging along with him. Maybe he had a soft spot for you that no one else could see until Fennec commented on it.

“Where is he?” Din asked.

“In the bacta tank again. Maker, does he stay in there for so long.” She put down her rifle and you sat down. Just before you could respond, Boba came out donned in his armor and with his helmet in hand. You had to admit, he was intimidating just as much as Din was, perhaps even more. But his calm demeanor was what you enjoyed, knowing that he owned the room if he wanted to.

“Ah, welcome. Anyone care for a drink?” Boba asked.

“No thank you, Mando and I are on a tight schedule.” Din nodded his head in agreement.

“Very well then. Fennec, could you get the blasters for us?” She nodded and got the box of blasters, and you were excited to see what was there. Although you did not want to give up your old one, you knew that the new blasters would provide you with an easier time with hunting.

“So, how’s this arrangement been?” He pointed between the two of you at the word arrangement.

“It’s been fine. Although she’s still lying about who got the quarry first,” You rolled your eyes at his lie, knowing that he was going to still lie to others when it was clear who had it first.

“Then why did I get the larger portion of the credits?” You turn your head towards him, and you feel your heart racing when you see how he looks sitting down. His legs somewhat spread apart, his fingers drumming up on his thigh, beskar perfectly polished. Every little thought that you had prior was wiped as all you wanted was to take a seat right in his lap, feeling the cool beskar kiss your skin, his hands trailing up your body as he claimed you. When you heard the sound of Fennec coming back you returned to reality.

“Oh, he’s a sharer now is he. You may have gotten on his good side then.” Fennec returned with the box of blasters and opened it up which led you straight to heaven. They were beautiful, and if you could’ve taken them all with you and choose from there you would’ve. You and Din both got up to get a closer look and without hesitation, he saw one that he knew you would’ve liked.

“Use this one. It’s perfect for you.” Din handed you the new blaster, carved with a precision that you loved. Your fingers brushed his and you felt goosebumps rising on your skin, wondering what his hands felt like underneath his gloves. But soon that thought went away as the glint from the sun made you love your blaster more, a new weapon for a lifetime of adventures. There was even a carving in that was sentimental, a crusader that you fell in love with as a kid and was your dream ride. You pulled your rusty blaster out and put it on the table and put your new blaster in your dominant hand. You turned away from the three of them and aimed at one of the random objects that laid around and took a shot, aiming perfectly and watching the object obliterate.

“Did you have to do that?” Boba sighed.

“Well I’m not going to shoot out in the open.” You pointed to another old object and shot at that too, a smile creeping up on your face at how powerful it was. You knew that your skills as a hunter were going to increase now that you had a weapon that was equally powerful.

“She’s perfect. What do you think, Mando?” You turned to face him and he looked stiff, like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. Fennec elbowed him and he cleared his throat.

“I-I think she’s perfect for you.” You could hear the strain in Din’s voice, but you couldn’t figure out why he was strained so suddenly.

“Did you want to look at anymore?”

“Nope. She’s perfect so I’ll take her. Thank you, both of you.” Boba and Fennec nodded and you and Din walked out of the palace, seeing that it was now nightfall.

“Did you want to rest?” You asked, holstering your new weapon.

“I can rest on the ship.”

“We never got a call on the ship. It won’t be fixed until dawn more than likely,” You pointed out, seeing that up ahead from the cantina was a building you recognized. “Look, there’s a place we can rest for the night.”

“But-“

“Din, you can’t stay up for 24 hours. Even hunters need rest.” You were stern, and the way Mando reluctantly followed you as you led the way made you smile.

You both walked over to the building, noticing that it was slightly run down. Din opened the door for you and you thanked him, walking over to the front desk. The strange alien looked at you both and then looked down, possibly in fear.

“A room for you both?” The alien said, turning away to get a key.

“Two actually.” Din corrected.

“There’s only one room. If you want, there’s another place down the road.”

“How far is it?”

“It’s…pretty far.” The alien said nothing more, only giving you the key.

“Are there at least two beds?” You asked, uneasy as you took the key.

“Nope, only one. But it’s big enough for two people. You will be in room 6.” The glint in the alien’s eye made you suspect that he was planning something, but you weren’t sure as to what.

“We’ll make it work.” Din was short with the alien and he started to walk down the hall, and you followed behind him, not really knowing how this would go. As small as the ship was you both had your own living quarters but this? A shared room, a shared bed, it spelled disaster in red lettering.

Din reached the end of the hall, just where room 6 was. He moved out of the way for you to get to the door and you unlocked it, your heart racing as you felt him so close to you. As you walked in, you realized that the bed was indeed big enough for you both yet you wouldn’t have as much wiggle room as you would like to make sure you didn’t invade his personal space. You sat down on the left side of the bed and took off your shoes as he did the same, silence falling between you both. You weren’t sure if it was best to break it since it may make things awkward between you two, but once your shoes were off and your little bag of the treat was still there, you wanted to see if he would try it now.

“Just one bite, Din.” You turned over to see that he was taking off his armor one by one, putting it on the nightstand and the chair.

“No. That could be poison.” At this point, you were sure that he was just telling you no to spite you since he didn’t want to admit that it tasted good.

“If it was poisoned, I would be dead by now. Just try it.” You moved over and he faced you, his body stiffening at how you were gracefully looking up at him. You gave him the treat, his gloves off at this point. The skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine, taking a quick glance at his hands to see the battle scars on his knuckles. You wondered how he got them, be it during his days of training or a hardened battle that made him the Mandalorian you knew him to be, but those thoughts ceased to exist the minute he lifted up his helmet slightly to take a bite. You could barely make out his lower half, but the plump pink lips were definitely not hard for you to see. You watched him take a bite, and the way he savored each bite made you smile, knowing that you had gotten him.

“Do you like it?” You were grinning at this point, the little frown on his face evident that he wanted to tell you that you were wrong.

“It’s…okay.” He finally gets out, finishing the rest of it in another bite.

“Oh? Just okay? Why did you finish it then?” You question to your amusement.

“I don’t waste food. That’s all,” You scoffed at his poor excuse.

“Right. You keep telling yourself that.” He put his helmet back down and he went to open the door to the bathroom.

“I’ll be out in a minute for you to freshen up.” He walked in and closed the door just as fast, not giving you a chance to react. You ignored it, deciding on taking off your clothes so that you could get in to freshen up right away. The fresher was turned on at full blast from what you heard, which was promising as you wanted to have the water hit your back to relax. You took off your belt, making sure your new blaster was carefully placed on the nightstand for safety. Just as you were getting ready to take off everything else, you heard the sounds of grunting coming from the bathroom. You chose to ignore it, stripping down to just your bare layers protecting your modesty. But just as you were getting ready to ask Din if he was done, your heart leaped out of your chest when you heard the chant of your name. Suddenly, your name was echoing through the room as those sounds from the bathroom got louder. You felt something rising in the pit of your stomach, the desire to know if he wanted you despite never making it obvious. Before your mind could protest your feet were treading carefully over to the closed bathroom door, and your ear was carefully pressed up on it. And from that, whatever self-control you had flown out the window.

“Ah! Need her, need Y/N.” You were shocked for two reasons. One, this was one of the rare times you heard Din without his helmet on besides earlier with the treat, his voice crisp and velvety to your ears. Two, he needed you? Wanting you would already make you weak at the knees but the begging? The needing? Oh, you were done for the minute it registered into your head. You listened closely, feeling the familiar wetness pool beyond your control.

“Please, I need you. Would do anything to have you right here,” He was practically a whimpering mess, his desperation making your eyes widen as you didn’t know what you should do. To help him, or to leave him be as you didn’t know if he would react in embarrassment over the whole ordeal. “Stars, I need to be with her.” If there was any inkling of you having control, that was long gone as all you wanted to do now was see if interrupting him would be too much.

“I’ll be good for you, I promise.” You took the leap of faith to crack the door open, and you were pleased to see what he was doing. Pants hanging down loosely, hand wrapped around his length that was somewhat hard to see as his hand covered up most of it, but the tip that was leaking precum made your mouth water. Looking up, his shirt was off, his soft belly on display and aglow, the golden skin beckoning you to come over and get a closer look, his broad shoulders, arms flexing as he was reacting to the pleasure, and stars, his face. Lips slightly apart, a strong jaw, the tender slope of his nose that made him look irresistible, eyes closed shut as he couldn’t help it, soft lashes that you were slightly envious of, and that soft brown hair that you could run your fingers through for a lifetime. You had never laid your eyes on a more attractive man before. A hunter, a warrior in such a needy state of pleasure, lazily pumping his length to search for that blinding light of pleasure that could ease his worries. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, not only this being so hot but knowing that he was thinking about you. It wasn’t until the door creaked open more and Din shot his eyes open that you realized that you were leaning in too much.

“Oh I-“ You moved back as Din put himself back in his pants. You closed the door and pressed your back against it, feeling like an idiot. You just had to get so close to startle him. So much for having self-control. You sighed, knowing that this would be more awkward than you anticipated as just the realization of knowing that he was thinking about you would be in your head for who knows how long and now with interrupting him, you were a goner. But then, you realized that you could fix this if he would let you. You sat down on the bed, hoping that somewhere this would work in your favor. After what seemed like ages, the door opened, and out came Din with his helmet off and just his pants on. He looked embarrassed, but you knew that you could make that go away.

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry-“ You shushed him, moving back to where you were when you gave him the treat.

“There’s no need to be sorry Din. Everyone has needs. I’m just sorry for barging in on you like that.” You put out your hand and he took it, with you pulling him on the bed. His curious eyes were looking at just how little space there would be between you and him.

“I guess I was too loud?” He twiddled with his thumbs.

“A little, but that’s okay. I can fix that though,” You looked at him to see if you were overstepping, and the shocked look on his face made you wonder if you did.

“Fix it? I- that’s not your job that’s my fault.” He barely made eye contact with you.

“I know it’s not my job, but if you let me, I can fix it. It’s all up to you, always.” You titled his chin up, his soft brown eyes making you melt.

I want to, a lot.” You could see the relief as he gets it out and you smile, relieved that this didn’t backfire on you.

“Then let me. I promise I don’t bite…a lot.” You finally get a laugh out of him which makes you feel less nervous about the whole thing. A silence does fall between you two as Din thinks about what he wants. He takes a deep breath and grabs your hand.

“There’s a problem.” He finally got out.

“What’s the problem?” You were worried almost, thinking that for all you know this could be where he tells you that somehow there’s someone else in the picture and that this was one big mistake.

“I haven’t done anything.” He admits sheepishly, head bowing.

“What? Haven’t done anything in a while?”

“No, uhm. Never.” The words leave his mouth and you’re dumbstruck. It made sense as to why he didn’t want to do anything, but you didn’t want him to feel pressured into doing something he was not ready to do.

“Din, there’s nothing wrong with that. I can leave you be if you’re not ready to try anything and I would never pressure you since that’s not fair to you.” You put a hand on his arm.

“No, no! I-I want to, I just don’t know where to start.” He looks at you, his cedar eyes with golden flecks making you melt.

“Well, we take it slow then. There’s no need to rush or get to everything tonight.” You were unsure if there would be another time, but you at least hoped that this could be a good start for him, a wonderful start even.

“Where do we start then?” You take a moment to look at him, the way he looked so eager to learn yet still nervous about it all.

“We can start with something small and work our way through it.” You got closer to him, your breath fanning against his plump lips. You search his eyes and wait for any rebuttals but you hear nor see anything, the green light lit. You tentatively press your lips against his, soft enough where it’s almost as if you hadn’t done it. You notice that he shifts a bit so that he can face you, and you take the initiative to deepen the kiss, moving your hand from his arm and onto his cheek, slowly guiding him. His need to learn takes you aback as he enjoys trying to please you, the minute you open your mouth and he’s taking little steps to explore it just like you’re doing to him. You lightly tap his thigh to slow down and he does, and soon he realizes that slow is better.

There’s something about kissing him that makes something rise within you. You’ve had your fair share of kissing at cantinas but with Din? It was magical even if it was you teaching him how to kiss. His attentiveness, his hand moving to your thigh to touch you, following your lead as he didn’t want to do the wrong thing makes your mind swirl. You can tell he’s enjoying this based on how when you nibble at his lip he almost lets out a whimper, and you wonder what’ll take to get that out of him. But before you continued, you pulled back and you both had your foreheads pressed to each other.

“How was that?” You breathlessly ask.

“Need more.” Was all he got out before he rushed to kiss you again, much to your amusement. You were smiling as you moved closer to him, your hand traveled up from his cheek and up to his hair, carding through it as you thought about how just a few hours ago you were barely certain if the man was only friendly with you because you were his “partner” or if he wanted you like this. If you told the past you that you would have a Mandalorian here in bed with you, almost submitting to your touch as he was willing to have you as his teacher, you would’ve thought that you were crazy. But now, this was all you could think about.

His hand was moving up your thigh and to your clothed core, and just as his fingers got up to the waistband of your underwear you stopped.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looks at you with worry.

“No! I just, I want you to not feel neglected. I can teach you how to touch me and in turn I can help you.”

“I promise you that the last thing I feel right now is neglected. But please, teach me how to please you.” The way he looks at you with submission, his only goal in mind as to how to make you climax for him was sending pleasure down to your core, walls pulsating.

You pull down your underwear, feeling it no longer stick to your core with the cool air rushing to you. You feel his eyes on you, almost straining from waiting patiently and you wonder how he’s going to react once he touches you. You take off your bra as well, your breasts falling down slightly as his eyes widen. His hand moves back up to where it was before, a finger going up your slit.

“Is this okay?”

“I-It’s more than okay. Just right here,” You move his fingers right to your clit, moving him to rub it with tight circles. “Yes, right there Din. So good to me,” You hear him hitch his breath at your praise as you move your hand away. Knowing what to do he does it on his own, but you notice his eyes drifting to your breasts. Your nipples are already raised, and you can see him lick his lips.

“Go on. I know you want to,” You look at him and give him a smile, and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s latching on to your breast and sucking. You play in his hair, practically whimpering over how he’s learning so much with you. His tongue swirling around your raised nub, fingers rubbing your pleasure point without going too fast makes you wonder why you didn’t meet him sooner? He was barely experienced yet he knew how to pleasure you the way you wanted. At this point, all you wanted to do was return the favor even when you set out on helping him first.

“Din, you’re amazing,” You hear him hum in appreciation as he sucks on your breast more. You can feel yourself getting close and you know that you want to praise him until there’s nothing else that you can say. “That’s it, don’t stop! Make me cum like I know you can.” Just before he can pull off from your breast and respond you cum, gripping his hair tightly and crying out his name. He slows his movements as he feels you shake a little less, finally pulling his mouth off of your breast and smiling up at you.

“Did I do okay?”

“You were perfect Din, really.” You move your hand from his hair to his face and cupped it, kissing him right away. You both keep smiling during the kiss because there was something brewing between the two of you that was more than this arrangement. Maybe oblivious feelings were flying over your head like crusaders but you knew that with your heart beating so fast as you kissed him wasn’t just from your first orgasm. This was something palpable, something that you didn’t believe would be a one-time thing despite not knowing him for long. All you knew was that you would be with him for as long as he wanted to travel with you. Pulling away slightly and resting your foreheads on each other once again, you notice that he was pulling his hand away from your core to taste you, much to your delight. With him tasting you and shutting his eyes a little, you wondered how much he would enjoy tasting you fully on his knees.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“Oh really? You’ve just been thinking about me secretly, trying to get off to the thought of me for so long?” Your hand finds its way to his underwear, cupping him and watching him jerk his hips up.

“What can I say? I knew that I wanted you I just didn’t know if I could.”

“Well you have me now Din, for as long as we can do this and more,” That puts another smile on his face. “Now let me take care of you, please?” He nods as you pull your hand away to let him take off his pants and underwear. As he pulled himself out of his underwear, you had to fight the urge to gasp. The rosy red tip glistening with precum, trailing down to his thick length that you were sure you could barely wrap your hand around. Hell, even his balls were heavy, looking as though he was aching for a release. If it wasn’t for you wanted to take it slow you would’ve went down on him right there, but knowing that you wanted to ease into whatever this was between you two, you spat in your hand and wrapped it around just the tip, pumping nice and slow.

“Y/N, I-,” He was barely getting the words out as your thumb swiped over the tip and you kissed his jaw.

“Is this what you were thinking about Din? Me taking care of you?” You whispered as you kissed his jaw again, making him gasp.

“Y-Yes! Needed you for so long.” You moved your hand further down, hand widening as his girth was so much. If you actually got to the point of fucking him, how would he fit inside you?

“Same here. You know how long I’ve been wanting to take care of you?” You kissed up his jaw to his cheek, and then his ear, all the while still going at the agonizingly slow pace that would make anyone want more. “Been wanting you since the day I met you. So strong, so resilient. You think you could take me?” Gently stroking his ego and him was fun to you, noticing his hips jutting up as you kissed his earlobe.

“Oh, I want to take you, need to take you soon, please.” You were stroking him from base to tip now, all the while his whines and moans were making you drip more than ever.

“So talkative now hmm? I just have you in the palm of my hand and you’re telling me everything you want now.” You moved your head back down to kiss him, and the way he whimpered in your mouth when you tightened your hand around his cock was obscene, yet all you wanted was to hear the songs he would sing from your ministrations. He pulled back to catch his breath, his hand gripping your thigh to steady himself.

“Stars, you’ve driven me mad today. Gun slinging and now this? Cyarika, you’re going to ruin me.” Where his confidence came from you did not know, but the sudden drop in his voice and the Mando’a name almost made you cum right there.

“You like a strong woman then. Turns you on that I know how to handle myself just like you,” You stroked him faster finally, his hips trying to meet your hand when you came down.

“Maker, yes.” The desperation in his voice was almost too much, to render him into the needy man that he was for you now was beyond what you could imagine. He buried his face into the small space of your neck, kissing and lightly biting.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You cooed, all the while getting wetter at his slight whimpers and grunts. “Make all the noise you want.”

“S-So close,” He barely grunted out, hips still thrusting into your hand.

“Cum for me, cyare.” He raised his head to meet you once more, looking, all the while knowing that this was making both of your hearts beat out of your chests. The man that you knew to be smarter than you in some situations was falling apart in your hand, his cry wailing out as cum sputtered out of him, dripping to your hand. Hips jerking, thumb twirling around his angry red tip, his hand having a death grip on your thigh. It was all too much for you, and if you had enough stimulation you would’ve came right there with him again, but you wanted to focus on his pleasure for now, to give him what he should’ve had a long time ago.

“I’m proud of you, so so proud of you.” You tell him, and the way he nuzzles into your neck again makes your heart skip a beat. You both lay there for a moment, not wanting to get up as you knew that it probably took a lot out of him. He raised his head again and turned slightly over to see the mess he made.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to Din. It was amazing.” You kiss his cheek and somehow the slightest blush creeps up on his face. You got up to go into the bathroom to clean up your mess along with his, making sure that your hand was not coated. You came out and cleaned his lower half, all the while smiling at him like an idiot and him vice versa because you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Just 24 hours ago you were traveling through hyperspace and drawing up plans on when and where the quarry should be found. Now, you were in a room with him and trying to process how this man let you be his first and in turn, was somehow one of your best experiences you’ve had. Once you were done you threw out the used cloth and got into the bed with him again, putting the light sheet over you both. You both looked at each other, the tension thicker than before but you couldn’t put your finger on it. All you could see was that no man had ever laid eyes on you the way he did, with admiration, gentleness. You originally thought that the gaze of the Mandalorian was one of the most intimidating ones that one could experience but under his gaze now, you were all aglow. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it, and he did the same to you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” This time, he took the initiative to kiss you, not wanting to spend another second without doing so. Just with how he kissed you with determination and not inexperience like before, you were caught in a little trap that you didn't see coming. There was just something saccharine about him, that calmed you but also excited you beyond your understanding. You admired him from a small distance when you first met but now, you knew that you wanted to show him just how special he was, just how he deserved all the praise you gave him. But you settled for putting that into the kiss, a slight nibble on his lip making you both grin. Pulling away now, you both fell asleep just like that, holding hands and legs tangled with each other’s because now, you never wanted to be apart.

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