#of just doing shit for the sake of it and having a good time!
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okay i don't have anything smart to add i just genuinely love that these seemingly trivial jokes are actually an important part of his character. we see it throughout the entire manga, how he pushes aside his own frustration and discomfort to accommodate everyone else's and avoid needless confrontation- another example off the top of my head would be the barometz chapter in which he slowly gets frustrated with izutsumi but still tries his best to talk some sense into her calmly and soundly.
and in contrast, there are very few times he expresses his anger and hurt towards others, and it usually takes a lot for him to finally lose his patience and control.
i mean, even with kabru he tried to be polite despite the circumstances until the guy said the one thing that triggers an immense sense of shame, hurt and rage in laios. and you know, the manga does say it quite clearly early on. when we are introduced to namari and then to shuro, laios acts all friendly and shows his respect and trust in them despite how things ended between them, and everyone else gets frustrated with him for acting so strange- why are you the one who tries so hard to pacify the rest when you should be the angriest?
and they don't understand him. they don't know him well enough to be able to understand, but we as readers get to see during the manga that they aren't wrong to question him- he does, in fact, feel all those ugly emotions. and it's when the winged lion finally confronts him that we see to what extent these feelings he buried so deep go, and suddenly all those funny little moments where he sometimes pretends to be mr nice guy speak volumes about his character. honestly, ryoko kui is a master at using jokes in order to define important character traits and this one doesn't fail to amaze me.
and laios's hatred and rage and deep scars he can't get over aren't shown explicitly during most of these moments i mentioned before, but now you realize there are 26 years of emotional baggage to all of them and they sting. he is angry but he can't say shit, what difference would it make? it won't make his friends choose him instead of themselves when he needed them most, and it won't help his party get any farther. of course, this logic doesn't apply to them- they are absolutely allowed to get angry and it's fine to get mad at him, he can take that.
so after finishing the series it's so clear that he tries his best to avoid clashing with others not just due to the current circumstances and him needing to be a reliable leader but also because he knows that people don't even like him when he tries to show his good sides and hide all the rest, so who the hell would tolerate his rage and despair? who would stay after realizing that he is so deeply flawed he doesn't even like his own being?
but he does get mad. he can't help it, and sometimes it gets out of control and now everyone knows. and it's funny, isn't it? that most of those moments ended up bringing him closer to others. shuro admitting he is envy of him and actually becoming the friend laios thought he was all along, fighting for his sake and waiting for him to come back- believing in him even after he turned into a monster and searching for him the way he couldn't bring himself to do for falin when he learned of what became of her- or kabru being pushed to just let it all out because he couldn't bluff his way out of this one and get to laios any other way, so now they are even. they are both horribly honest with each other and they both choose to stay. a weird way of getting to know each other, but it is what it is.
it's simply... the more laios let himself just be, the deeper his relationships grew. and there's intimacy in being your ugly, weak and furious self around someone and them not leaving you. feeling safe enough to let it be known you are hurt and angry. and he knows that now, too.
#he still has a lot of growth to do but at least he has people he can grow with 😭#dungeon meshi#laios touden
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I saw your callout in the Gale tag for that one user (no comment on them, tho ty for the callout bc i'd seen them in the notes of my fics) and was curious if you could elaborate on some of the Mystra incidents you described towards the end of the post? I'm new to the lore of the setting and find it hard to research (which makes sense given its importance to dnd), so I've heard a lot of conflicting things about Mystra's portrayal in the wider series. No pressure, obviously!
No problem! And yea, I've seen her arguing in the posts of a few people I follow or just Gale-related posts I find interesting. Usually I don't get involved in stuff like this, but I noticed a constant pattern and then all the homophobic shit so I went off a little.
Unfortunately it's hard to find exact examples of the Mystra lore because certain modules aren't very popular or even free to access, but if you're interested the best way to learn about her is by reading the Elminster novels. There's twelve total, dating all the way back to 1994, and they detail Elminster's adventures. I'll be honest though, some of them are a hard read and written through the lens of a man who's admitted very creative, but also has a lot of problematic ideas.
In the first book Elminster is a child. His entire town gets wiped out by mages, thereby making him hostile toward magic. He sneaks into Mystra's temple to deface her statue one night, but she appears before him and basically gaslights him into learning magic and becoming her rare Chosen. He becomes a wizard and cleric basically overnight, until eventually he multiclasses into pretty much every class type in DnD. As you can imagine a lot of players aren't too fond of Elminster, as he's a well known self-insert of the author and pretty annoying to run into during campaigns. None of my dungeon masters like him anyway.
He also becomes one of Mystra's most loyal followers, but she fucks with him over and over, turning him into a woman to teach him a lesson and SLEEPING with him in that form, berating him when he struggles with the torture he endures when he gets stuck in the hells, making him reproduce without his knowledge and getting jealous when he gives his partners more attention. Because she's a very jealous goddess, which I think the game vaguely touches on but not really.
I wish I had the time to flip through all the novels and give exact citations but the best I can do is suggest them, because they're so eye opening. She's considered a neutral good goddess, but neutral gods often do terrible things for the sake of their domain. I think it needs to be noted that Mystra, as with all gods in the pantheon, only cares about her portfolio. She isn't wrong for that, but it doesn't mean she's blameless when she messes with people's lives. She's done a lot of good but she's also made horrible decisions, especially where her followers are concerned.
For example, Elminster having children he doesn't know about. He has a daughter named Narnra. Her conception was... pretty fucked up. Basically a song dragon named Ammaratha Cyndusk was an occasional lover of Elminster's (he has a lot of those because of course he does) and she wanted to bear his child, but since he's a Chosen of Mystra he can control his fertility. Magic birth control, basically. He didn't want a kid so Ammaratha went behind his back to learn a counterspell that would make him fertile during sex. The man she asked refused to teach her because...duh that's messed up, but then Mystra intervened and told him to teach her the spell because she wanted Elminster's "seed to spread". Ammaratha never told him and neither did Mystra. No matter what the reasons, that was NOT consensual on Elminster's part, and it happened two more times, resulting in two more daughters with different women. If I remember correctly Elminster did eventually find out waaaaay later when they were all adults, but it never amounted to anything.
The sisters I was taking about are the Seven Sisters, Mystra's "daughters". And I put "daughters" in quotations because Mystra possessed the body of a woman named Elué and impregnated her without her consent. She slept with the woman's husband (again, while possessing her body) and made them sire seven children. This of course lead to Elué's death because the constant flow of magic in her body was too much for her to handle. Her grieving husband broke after she died and eventually left, abandoning his daughters and earning Mystra's scorn...as if he was in the wrong. The sisters were then orphaned and raised by foster families.
That said, most of the awful things anyone can say about Mystra were the doings of her previous incarnations so ultimately it doesn't apply to the Mystra of BG3. In fact, this third Mystra is supposed to be a new and improved goddess who's nicer to her followers. So her portrayal in BG3 annoyed a lot of DnD fans. I should also point out that Mystra has two types of fans: ones who will defend everything she does, even when it's fucked up beyond all comprehension, and the ones who will tell you she's a true neutral goddess capable of good and bad. I'm the latter. There are plenty examples of Mystra sticking her neck out for innocents, but there's also examples of her doing the most horrendous shit imaginable.
A lot of veteran players, at least the ones I know, are upset with the portrayal of Mystra in BG3 because her plan to end the Absolute is, quite frankly, stupid. Your party is the best chance anyone has of ending the threat, but she asks Gale to nuke himself and possibly tens of thousands, which makes no sense because she could've just sent her mages/clerics to deal with the problem. And there was no guarantee the bomb would've worked anyway. She put all the responsibility on one man and it DEFINITELY comes off as vindictive. That isn't out if character for her but she's not SUPPOSED to be that bad anymore. For a lot of DnD players it felt like she was reverting back to her old habits.
I think there's also a part in the game where you can directly ask Gale why she doesn't just blip the Absolute out of existence and he says something like, "She could but Ao won't allow it." That was also really strange for a lot of veteran players to hear because Gale drops Ao's name like it's nothing. Most people (especially if they're new to the franchise) wouldn't know this but most people in Faerûn don't know who Ao is! Because he wiped people's memories of his existence! I suppose it does make sense for Gale to know that name, since Mystra probably explained the pantheon to him, but it's VERY unlikely tav would know it. So during that conversation all I could picture was tav tilting their head like, "Huh? Who? Whaaa?"
And on top of that......Ao absolutely WOULD allow it because the Absolute effects the Weave and every other god! It had the potential to ruin the balance of the universe, which makes Ao a very angry boy. Balance is one of the ONLY things he cares about. The Dead Three were stealing souls and worshippers, which gods needs to survive, and dying gods disrupts the balance. It's a whole circle of chaos. So the only conclusion left for me to extrapolate is this: Mystra just really, really wanted Gale to kill himself to prove his devotion to her. Which...isn't great. Bad look for her.
It's kind of like how Raphael thinks the Crown of Karsus is going to help him end the Blood War and take over the hells. DnD players laughed during his epilogue because...no it won't lol. He doesn't stand a chance even with the crown. He's arrogant and he's gonna get slapped by his daddy and all the other archdevils, the same way Gale gets slapped by Mystra if he ascends. Even the Absolute ending of the game wouldn't last long because the gods would go to war with the Dead Three, wipe them out and rebuild Faerûn, which has happened many times in past DnD campaigns. Mystra alone has torn worlds apart and glued them back together. The main crisis of BG3 is saving the world you live in or everybody dies. For the gods it's just a Tuesday. I mean look at how Withers owns the Dead Three with a wave of his hand at the end of the game. Mystra COULD'VE killed the Absolute, just as she could've removed the orb from Gale's chest the moment it happened. She just didn't WANT to. She wanted him to die. She wanted him to chastise himself. She wanted him to suffer and come crawling back to her as an obedient follower. She wanted him to learn a harsh and honestly unfair lesson, which is a terrible throwback to her previous incarnations.
#mystra#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#baldur's gate 3#bg3#elminster#dnd#dungeons and dragons#raphael
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Missed | Ethan Edwards x Fem!reader
Warnings: language, smut? Breeding kinks (spitting, slapping, and pet names),
Summary: ethan takes you back home, and you guys celebrate the new coming summer season with eachother before you left for Utah.
💭: first time writing for ethan!!!
NOT PROOF READ
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Finals are starting, summers kicking in. Graduation is coming.
Spring time sucks. Rainfall everyday, hot humid nights, warm bodies laying next to another.
Warm air heating my neck as I sit in his bed.
Ethan’s massive legs take a hold over my hips. Lying over me, his whole body rests ontip of me. He seems completely relaxed and comfortable, I don’t move for his sake.
No blankets needed, fans on settting five, cold air blowing at me, windows are open, the dorm room provided by campus is so smalll, crammed, hot. Mark shares one with Ethan, and I of course as Ethan’s girlfriend have to hear both of them snore.
I reach my hand out to find the top of eddys headboard. I grab my AirPods and set them in my ear. I blast Ethan’s song he plays everytime we hangout.
I just told Ethan that I’ll be going to Utah for a week with my family, if he wanted, he is more than welcome to come. Of course, he said no.
After school ends fully, I won’t see him. I’m sure he’ll be out in Ohio with the rest of the umich team. Every morning when I sleepover in the boys room, Phil sends me a text asking if mark and Ethan are awake.
Everytime, it’s “no.”
Phil always works out with these two, they go to the yost training center, and I normally go out with Farah and Khi.
I move Ethan’s arm over my shoulder so I can breathe easier, he moves his head and grunts in pain.
“Ow. Fuck, y/n. My arm. My back. Shit- fuc- ow!” Ethan moans out. He rubs his eyes and kissed me on my cheek. The song replays and replays and replays.
“Is that Glory box? Give me a side.” Ethan takes an AirPod out of my ear, he stuffs it into his fitting ear and listens to our sex song.
He lays on his belly and I get up to straddle over him. On my knuckles I rub out his back. Apparently, I was poking his back all night with my knee. Wrong.
It’s 7:38, mark and Farah are still sleeping. Ethan rolls over and just stand up on his bed. Letting cool air take my body. Ethan grabs my hand, helping me down his bed. Swiftly, he stuff his head into a shirt.
I wear a black sports bra and pink shorts from lululemon. Matching Eddy. He wears this hot pick shirt, and black shorts. To cover his bad bed head he sets a hat over his head and he walks me to me car.
I have a house that I share with my friends, Hara, Piper and Elly. Ethan drives me in my car back to my house. We arrive, taking my hand Ethan walks me to my door. I unlock the front door with my keys and head inside. Ethan isn’t supposed to be around anymore, because he got into it with Pipers boyfriend- Ryan, he goes to MSU.
I sneak Ethan upstairs into my bathroom. He lays on my bed while I brush my teeth and he watches me, we talk while I get my hair ready for the day.
“Do you want to shower?” He asks me, he gets up, walking towards me. Pressing his shaft into my hips. Connections like a puzzle. I need him with me right here and right now.
Without hesitation he takes me and turns me around. He walks towards the shower and turns it to burning hot water.
“You know I prefer it cold when we fuck.” I whine. I kiss him with my fresh breath.
Letting the water heat up I tell him to brush his teeth, get his hair ready for me to massage in the shower after we have fun.
“Y/n! You home?” Hara yells for me as she walks into my room. She lends a knock into my door as she stands next to my closet door. Looking into the bathroom she said she saw my car outside and was wondering if I made it home.
“Oh, hey dev.” Hara nods over at Ethan.
“Looking good H. How’s Will doing?” Ethan making conversation as he looks at himself in the mirror. He fixes up his hair, brushing through it.
“You look yummy.” I say whispering into his ear. I stand on my tiptoes, letting me heart set into my stomach. “Hey Ra-ra, can you grab me a coffee and a sandwich from down the street? I’ll give you money.” I ask Hara.
I’m starving.
Starving for Ethan, and actual food.
The steam covers the mirror and hara leaves to grab my food. Ethan locks the door of my bedroom and my bathroom. He throws his clothes off. He slips his boxers off. I can see his hard cock. I’m not sure what had him turned on, but he’s getting me horny.
I’m his, he’s mine.
“Turn.” He instructed me. I turn around. “Arms.”
I lift my arms. Standing in T position, Ethan slides my bra off, the sports bra off, he slowly sets his hand into my shorts. Sliding them off, he seees I’ve gone commando. No thong, nothing under.
Bare skin, body to body.
His brown hair, Al over my shoulders. Ethan’s marks all over my shoulders.
Hickeys, screams, pleasure, and release.
He takes me into the shower. The hot water hits my hair, my body jolts up in energy. Ethan takes my hand and places it onto his lower abdomen. Just above his cock, that slapped against his torso, my hand slips down onto his balls as I lower myself into my knees.
Ethan leans back onto the shower walls, my head leans back, looking up, I get excited myself.
Ethan grips ibto my hair. My head feeling the pressure of his hold, I rest my hands onto his cock. I kick my lips to give myself to prepare.
I lick the tip of Ethan, and he hits his head against the wall, he lifts his hips towards my mouth. I shoved half of his dick into my mouth.
I suck, I lick, I jerk.
Taking my empty left hand and start massaging his balls, whispering his name. Ethan groans and smiles. Smirks. Laugh. My right hand holding into his other half of his cock. In a swift motion I jerk him off and lick the tip.
Letting him cum into my mouth I lift his cock up. After letting him release into me, I stand up, kissing him I use my tounge to distribute his cum back into his mouth.
His swallows his substance. Taking me, he grips into my hips, dipping me in the shower. He kisses me from my neck down to my knees. I feel his warm spit all over my body. The shower pricks at my feet. The water hits my ass, Ethan picks me up.
He holds me up and he pushes me against the wall. He sticks his hard cock inside of me. The water no longer hits me, but reaches his back. He groans in the disbelief. Still as ethan lifts me, he holds me up, giving me time to take him in.
“oh my gid. You feel so good.” He doesn’t stop his movement. He lowers me down to the ground. My toes touch the wet floor of the shower.
He grunts as he pulls out. I look down to the ground, he cummed a second time. I still need to be relaxed.
Ethan sits me down on the ledge of my shower that holds my shampoo and conditioner. I can feel the cold of the tile on my ass. Ethan spits out water from the shower head all over me. He sets me back. My legs over his shoulders. He sicks his penis inside of me.
“Too bi-“ I exasperated as I feel him inside of me. He thrusted one time and fitted everything inside. I look down to his chest, his abs contract every time he hits my bottom. He takes one of my breast and holds it in his hands while he takes his motions smoothly. Not stopping ethan lifts his head back.
“You’ve taken it before princess.” Ethan takes my nipple and twists it between his index finger and thumb. I feel my release coming.
“Baby. I’m coming.” I yell out. I’m sure our neighbors can hear us.
He bangs his hand above me on the wall. He thrusts faster, and harder.
“Keep it in.”
“You’re such a slut for me.”
“Whore”.
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After our fun, I sit Ethan down on the ledge he fucjed me on. I washed his hair. And I finished cleaning myself up. Ethan runs out of the shower to grab us a towel. He comes back dry. I turn the knob off.
The water stops. “You’re gonna miss me when I leave!” I yell out as he opens the door to the shower.
He gives me the towel he used to dry off. He smiles as he walks me back to the bed. I wrapped my hair in the towel and I sit dry, in the bed. Waiting for ethan to join.
“I have to go.” He said.
Um, hell no.
“No, I’m leaving next week. You aren’t leaving to go play on your X box or whatever you have.” I fight with him.
“No I have to go because the snobs car is outside.” He said as he sliddd in his clothes.
The “snob” is that guy from MSU that Piper is dating.
“And no, I’m not going to miss you. After today it’ll feel like you’ll be with me all day everyday.” He walks out of my room.
Hara walks into my room with my coffee and sandwich. “Where is he going? I thigh you guys were having fun. I mean it sounded like it.” She mentioned.
Dman.
“No he had to leave. And yeah, we had fun.” I laughed.
~
I left for Utah. It’s been two days since I’ve arrived. Ethan’s sent me texts like all day.
“I miss you so much.”
“You should leave and come to me.”
“I should just suprise you one day.”
~
I walk out of my burning bedroom door.
Summer is finally here. My mom called me, telling me something special came for me. Weird.
I see my brown haired boy. I run into his arms.
“I’ve missed you.” He wishers into my ear. “Shower later?” He laughs as he takes me down from our hug.
he missed me.
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Din Djarin x F!Reader x Cooper Howard/The Ghoul
Din Djarin Masterlist | Cooper Howard Masterlist
Summary: When two bounty hunters from rival agencies are after you, you offer a solution to their dilemma they can't pass up.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, Fallout AU for the Mandalorian, reader does not know Din or Cooper’s name, masturbation, voyeurism, restraints, uneven power dynamic, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, sir kink, praise kink, degradation, pet names, ret'urcye mhi = maybe we'll meet again/goodbye, cyar'ika = sweetheart, no use of y/n
You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. It’s the way of the wasteland, the paranoia settling deep in your bones. You glance over your shoulder. You could’ve sworn you saw another set of footprints.
Stop. You’re imagining things, you tell yourself. It’s been nothing but vast open fields, ruins of old buildings and the occasional radroach here and there.
But as you take another step you fall to the ground, dust kicking up in the air around you. You look down to find that there’s a rope enclosing your waist. You kick and scream before quickly realizing it doesn’t matter how hard you try to fight. Someone is dragging you and they’re winning this fight.
“Let her go!” someone behind you shouts, a man.
Yes. Please. Someone save me.
“She’s coming with me!” the man shouts again.
A deep, hearty laugh erupts from the person dragging you. It’s another man but you can’t get a good look at his face. The brim of his hat covers his eyes but you swear you catch a glimpse of textured, mangled skin. It can’t be… The Ghoul, one of the most fearsome bounty hunters out there.
You should’ve known they would send someone after you. It was foolish to get tangled up with a band of raiders for fuck’s sake. Luckily you didn’t stay under their rule for too long. You jilted them, taking as many of their supplies as you could carry on your back. And then you ran, as far as your legs could carry you. Freedom felt like it was on the horizon. But it’s all being ripped away from you before your eyes.
The Ghoul hoists you upright, forcing you to stand as he ties the rope around your wrists. He looks at you with a shit-eating grin, almost like he’s mocking how pathetic you are.
“Should’ve known it was stupid to run, sweetie,” he tuts.
“I said let her go.”
“Ah fuck, you’re still here? Can’t you take a hint?”
“I’m here to bring her in. There’s a bounty on her head.”
You finally glance at the other mystery man; a stranger dressed head to toe in silver armor. His face is concealed by a helmet and his black cape billows in the wind. You look at The Ghoul who’s just as dumbfounded as you are, wondering who the fuck this is.
“The fuck did the Brotherhood of Steel shit out now?”
“This is beskar,” the strange man says.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Stop wasting my time,” he grumbles, reaching into his pocket for a handheld hologram, displaying a flickering blue image of you.
“You must be from another agency because…” The Ghoul starts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an old piece of paper. He unfolds it to reveal a hand-drawn image of you on a bounty poster. “I’m here to bring her in, too.” The Ghoul laughs and says, “Boy, you really fucked up, sweetheart. Got two agencies butting heads over ya.”
“So how are we going to settle this?” the masked man asks.
“Who the fuck are you to be making demands? I captured her first. She’s coming in with me.”
“Look, I’ve been promised a very large reward. You give her to me and I’ll split it with you.”
“How do I know you ain’t lying?” The Ghoul says.
“I guess you’ll just have to rely on my word.”
“And the fuck are you?”
“I’m a Mandalorian.”
“Well then… get lost, Mando.”
“I’m not above a duel.”
The Mandalorian is relentless, never faltering with his objective. Although they’re discussing who’s going to be bringing you to your death most likely, you can’t help but find the situation… hot.
“That would be a little unfair. Look at what the fuck you’re wearing.”
“You’re a ghoul, aren’t you? Should be immortal last time I checked,” The Mandalorian shoots back.
“How do I know you’re not a ghoul? You’re the one hiding under a mask.”
“Fair enough,” he shrugs.
The two men stare at each other with their guns drawn. And quite frankly, it’s getting old. You’re sick of this limbo you’re dancing between.
“I have an idea,” you blurt out.
“And what might that be?” The Ghoul asks, pulling on the rope wrapped around you tighter.
“Let’s settle this another way… Whoever fucks me better gets to turn me in.”
The Ghoul blinks a few times before his mouth contorts into a smirk. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” you shrug.
“What about you, Mando?”
“I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”
“You two are shot,” The Ghoul sighs, leading you inside the remnants of an abandoned building. The Mandalorian follows, reminding The Ghoul, “Keep her tied up so she doesn’t run off.”
“Was plannin’ on it. Plus she probably prefers it, nasty fuckin’ thing.”
You get down on the floor but that’s about as much as you can do on your own, with your hands tied behind your back and all. The Ghoul takes it upon himself to remove your pants, kneeling beside you and looking up at Mando.
“I caught her first. I’m fuckin’ her first.”
“Fine with me,” Din says nonchalantly.
“Bet you’re a freak, too,” The Ghoul sighs, lowering himself in between your thighs. The sun’s starting to set behind him, casting everything in a reddish haze. Your cunt’s already wet, teeming with anticipation. The Ghoul notices and sighs with faux disgust, leaning down and licking a stripe up your cunt.
“She may be filthy but at least she tastes sweet,” he remarks before getting to work. His tongue swirls around your entrance, circling your clit. Your eyelids flutter, almost closing entirely until you glance over at Mando. He’s standing beside you, glove removed from one of his hands, and stroking his cock. For some reason, you’re entranced by the sight, even seeing just a small portion of his skin, it makes your imagination run wild with what he looks like underneath all the armor.
But then The Ghoul stops licking your cunt, resting his head against your inner thigh.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says.
You look down at him, watching as he goes to eat you out again. You roll your hips into him, itching for more stimulation. But he takes his hands and secures them around your hips to keep you in place, latching his mouth to your clit. Your moans echo into the crumbling room.
The Ghoul moans into you, sending a vibration through you. And soon enough you’re coming, cunt clenching around nothing as the muscles in your core spasm erratically.
“That’s it,” The Mandalorian coos, “Such a good girl.”
Once you’re done coming, The Ghoul kneels in between your thighs, pulling his cock out of his tattered pants. He collects some of your spend on his hand, slathering it on his cock. You spread your thighs wider, watching as he grabs your hips and pulls you into his cock. He sheathes himself fully inside you, burying himself down to the hilt and remaining there for a moment. He curses under his breath, drawing his hips back and slamming into you. Your eyes roll back into your head at the sensation, already thrust into a state of euphoria.
You turn your head and glance over at Mando again, watching him get off to you getting railed by The Ghoul. His hand is wrapped around his thick cock, the tip shiny with pre-cum. It spreads down his shaft as he strokes himself, modulated moans and grunts slipping out from underneath the helmet.
“How does she feel?” The Mandalorian asks, voice dripping with arousal.
“So fuckin’ good,” The Ghoul says, once again reaching your chin. He leans forward so his face is hovering over yours, eyes piercing directly into you. Everything about him is mangled by years of radiation, weathered by struggles in the wasteland. But his eyes— they’re still human. A reminder of the person hidden beneath the rough exterior.
“Eyes on me,” he tuts. “Have you already forgotten, sweetheart?”
“No,” you breathe, your orgasm beginning to crest.
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Much better,” he smirks, driving his hips into you. His pace is wild and passionate, threatening to push you past the edge. Your orgasm rips through you, core muscles contracting erratically. Your moans echo off the walls, loud and proud. You imagine the sound echoing inside Mando’s helmet, making him even more desperate to fuck you.
“Mmm, good girl. Cum on my cock,” The Ghoul moans, head thrown back in pleasure.
He holds off his orgasm for as long as he can, feeling the pulsating movements of your cunt spasming around his cock. But then he pulls out and paints your stomach with his cum, letting out a loud groan and giving himself a few more strokes with his hand. He stays there for a moment, letting the aftershocks of his high run through him until Mando says, “Alright, you’ve had your turn.”
The Ghoul sighs and gets off the floor, putting his cock back in his pants as he says, “I’d like to see you top that.”
But instead of falling for his taunt, The Mandalorian stays silent, dropping to the floor. He grabs you by your hips and flips you over.
“On your knees,” he growls.
You do your best to scramble to your knees, even with your hands being tied. He grabs the rope and keeps you upright. You feel his cock enter you, splitting you apart as your cunt expands to accomodate the sheer size of him. He’s just as thick as you imagined he’d feel inside you, when you watched him stroke himself. He hits the deepest, most pleasurable angles inside you, ramming into you with force. His ungloved hand grabs your shoulder, using it as leverage to fuck you harder. Tears well up in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks, choked-up sobs getting caught in your throat.
“Take. It,” he grunts in your ear.
You whimper in response, far past complete sentences. His hand migrates to your check, choking you as he reminds you again, “I said take it.”
“Yes, sir,” you squeak.
He grabs your shoulder again. And that’s when you realize, if it weren’t for him holding you up, you’d be collapsed on the floor, reduced to a shivering wreck. With one last slam of his hips you cum around his cock, waves of pleasure coursing throughout your sore body. Every muscle, every nerve, every cell feels like it’s on fire. Your thoughts are consumed with nothing but Mando, breaking you down to a shaking mess.
“I’m coming,” you whimper, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling.
“Good girl,” he praises gently.
He plants a swift slap on your ass as your high comes to an end before pulling out and coming all over your ass. He lets go and you fall to the floor, scrambling to sit upright and look at the two men. Mando’s regained his composure, standing with his hands on your hips.
“Shit, I didn’t think you were gonna fuck her like that,” The Ghoul says.
“Don’t underestimate me,” Mando deadpans.
“So now what? Who gets to take her in?”
The Mandalorian takes a step towards you, cocking his helmet to the side before saying, “Maybe we let her go. She did take two cocks like a champ.”
“Wow. Didn’t realize you were fuckin softie.”
“Look at her,” Mando says, crouching down in front of you. “She’s a mess now.”
The Ghoul follows suit, crouching down beside Mando. “Suppose you’re right.”
“Let her go.”
The Ghoul reaches for the rope wrapped around your wrists and unties it before getting up with a sigh. As you’re reaching for your pants, The Ghoul goes to leave. But before he does, he turns around and says, “Stay out of trouble, sweetheart.”
And then he disappears into the night. Mando glances out the doorway into the dark wasteland before turning and looking at you, uttering a phrase you can’t understand.
“Ret'urcye mhi, cyar’ika.”
With a swish of his cape, he’s gone. While you’re left wondering what just happened… but you’re also proud of yourself for being able to fuck yourself out of this situation.
It’s the way of the wasteland, you suppose.
End note: Thank you to @pedgito for beta reading!
Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics
Dividers: @saradika-graphics
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“This is a bad idea.”
5 words Nico had spoken far too many times in the past 5 years.
Will grinned down at him, flashing his dimples. “That’s exactly what makes it so fun.”
“This is a bad idea,” Nico repeated, but this time, his voice was slower, less intense. Damn Will and his dimples. He knew quite well of the effect they had on Nico, the little shit. “If Chiron catches us-”
“He won’t,” said Will, in an almost resolute manner. He pushed himself up on the roof, crawling into a sitting position. Legs dangling off the edge, he glanced down at Nico, his expression turning mischievous. “What’s wrong, di Angelo? Scared?”
“Scared?” Nico scoffed. He grabbed Will’s knee and hauled himself next to the blond, copying his posture. Their shoulders brushed against each other as Nico steadied himself. “As if. I’m the Ghost King. I don’t get scared.”
“‘I’m the Ghost King’,” Will mimicked. “‘I’m soo emo and soo cool. I could never get scared.’”
“You keep that behavior up, Solace, and I’ll fucking cut you.”
“I’ll just heal myself then,” said Will nonchalantly. “I’m a healer, you know.”
Nico schooled his expression into a look of shock. “A healer? You, Will Solace? I would’ve never guessed.”
He didn’t expect the laugh that erupted out of Will, the loud and gasping laugh, the laugh that sounded like music and sunshine and everything good and holy- but it brought a rush of pride within him, because fuck yeah. Will’s laughs were almost always controlled and calm and fake. To make him laugh like that was some sort of Herculean achievement, in Nico’s book.
“I love your sarcasm.” Will poked Nico’s nose. “I love you.”
I love you too. I love you so much it hurts. I love you and your stupid humor and your beautiful smiles and-
“Don’t get sappy on me right now, Solace. We have a job to do.”
Will tweaked Nico’s nose, smirking at the yelp he let out. “Oh? I thought you said it was a bad idea?”
Nico swatted his hand away. “I thought you said that’s what makes it so fun.”
Will’s smile widened- Nico could’ve compared it to the Cheshire Cat’s, but even the Cheshire couldn’t grin so big, with such beauty. “I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward to peck Nico’s cheek. “Just so you know.”
“How could I not? You only remind me 50 times a day,” said Nico dryly- but he leaned into Will’s touch anyway, basking in the warmth of his body.
He hid his disappointment once the blond pulled away, getting to his feet. He stretched, like a lanky cat (how many times had Nico thought of that?) and reached for the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Time to pull a Stoll.” His hand reappeared with a roll of toilet paper, stolen from the Hermes cabin itself, and tossed it to Nico, who caught it clumsily. “Ready to be break Camp Half-Blood's most sacred rule?”
“TP-ing a cabin is one thing. The Big House, on the other hand…that's like signing your death warrant."
“I’m doing this for my siblings,” Will insisted. “If Michael knew we got TP-ed by the Stolls, he’d be rolling in his grave.” He frowned. “He probably already is.”
Nico stood, sighing. “You’re lucky I condone this shit.”
“You’re my boyfriend, you don’t have a choice,” said Will cheekily.
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“Boyfriend, my ass! I should’ve just left you up there!”
“Aw, c’mon, Neeks-”
Nico scowled at Will from across the stables, tugging at his gloves. He was uncomfortably aware of the blistering the heat, the irritating neighing of the horses, and most importantly, the devastating abundance of the stinking manure they’d been assigned to shovel. “I am going to kill you.”
“If we make it out of here alive,” Will muttered, grimacing as he scooped his horse’s manure into a bucket. “Gods, I never knew poop could smell so bad.”
“This is all your fault,” Nico accused.
“I’m sorry,” Will whined. “How was I supposed to know that Mr. D was outside, watching? He turned himself into a fucking flamingo, for the gods’ sake-”
“And you thought nothing about how odd it is that a fucking flamingo is just standing outside the Big House, watching us TP it?”
Will, however much of a smart aleck he was, had no response. He simply sighed, as if Nico were the one at fault here, and made a pouty face. “Do you still love me?”
Yes. I would love you no matter what you do. I would love you even if you took a knife and drove it through my heart. I would love you even if you dragged me down to the depths of Tartarus, kicking and screaming. “No. You suck.”
“Mean,” said Will grouchily. He stuck out his tongue, then grinned. "Suck what, though?"
"This manure, if you don't shut the fuck up."
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hehe :33 here's a little solangelo oneshot i wrote cuz i was bored.
comments and feedback are appreciated <33
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❥ kuroo as your boss
warnings: post-timeskip! kuroo, fem! reader, office sex, blatent favoritism, kuroo coddles reader, cunnilingus, blowjob, desk sex, unprotected sex, not proofread
MDNI | 18+ content
word count -> 694
Tetsuro Kuroo, the best damn boss anyone could ask for. Gave anyone the day off when needed, even if they were out of paid sick days. His office morale was the highest ever recorded in the Sports Promotions division, and he was damn proud of it.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who originally hired you because you looked really good in a pencil skirt. And because he needed a female employee for diversity’s sake. Either way, he had no idea of your skills or how you would manage in a sports office setting.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who was shocked to hear that you actually went to Nekoma and were in the same class as Kenma. Who called himself stupid for not recognizing a pretty girl when he was in high school, who called Kenma after he was done for the day to scream at him for not introducing him to such a fine piece of ass.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who had you do the work you wanted to do and never gave you assignments or paperwork you didn’t feel like you could handle. Was he coddling you? Sort of, but how could he not? You were just too pretty to be stressed. As long as you were his employee, you wouldn’t experience work-related stress. Not under his watch.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who always bought you lunch from wherever you wanted. You wanted sushi? Premium salmon rolls got delivered in 30 minutes. Wagyu? Consider it done. Convenience store ramen? He bought 10 cases for you to take home and eat at your leisure.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who confirmed the rumors that you were his favorite employee. What were they gonna do about it, hm? He wasn’t disenfranchising them by spoiling you; being jealous isn’t a cause to get you fired. He was a smug bastard and gave no shits.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who was eating lunch with you in his office one day. Who observed how your tiny pencil skirt rode up your thighs perfectly, how your stockings made you look so fucking sexy. He observed how you blushed when he looked at you, the cutest giggle leaving your lips.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who thanked the universe that his office had two-way blackout curtains and soundproofing. He would bend you over the desk and rip a hole in your stockings, purring at the sight of your soaked lace panties. Did you wear those just for him? Adorable.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who made you sit in his office chair as he ate your pussy like he was on death row. Who relished in your desperate and wanton cries of ecstasy, another orgasm rippling through you. Who demanded you finish on his tongue over and over again, that was all he wanted to eat.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who sighed as he got under-the-desk support while on a phone call with a very important sports vendor. He would grip the mahogany of his desk as he felt your tongue trace on his cock’s throbbing vein, prematurely cumming all over his face. Who, when asked what was wrong, said he just stubbed his toe.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who fucked you like a machine each afternoon. Who gripped onto your hips with such strength that it left imprints on your hips as he fucked you harder and harder. Who demanded you scream as much as you needed, no one would hear. And even if they did hear, no one would stop him. He was their fucking boss.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who never used a condom because you’re on the pill. Who moaned at the sight of his seed leaking out of your weeping core as you struggled to fix your now wrinkled pencil skirt, shooting him a dirty look the entire time. Who promised he would go easier on you tomorrow, but he never did.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who was actually kind of glad that he met you when you were both adults. If he had met you in high school, he never would have fucking graduated or kept Nekoma a powerhouse school. He would have been too distracted flirting with you the entire time.
Tetsuro Kuroo, who went to bed every night satisfied with his decision to hire someone as gorgeous as you.
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Based on this glorious chain
Sigh…
Leonardo knows that sigh and what causes it better than anyone because he sighed exactly the same way, at the same time as he and Desmond watched Ezio wipe his forehead with his shirt as his stomach deliciously got bared for their eyes.
He was stacking and moving some crates around for him in the studio.
Leonardo whipped his head to the side and almost gave himself a cramp from it, his eyes wide he stared at Desmond more intensely than he would have wanted.
Because as he mentioned,
he knows THAT sigh…
There was no way but maybe just maybe… he also? There was no other reason for that sigh, there was no naked lady painting hanging behind Ezio and did he mention he JUST knows that sigh… His eyes darted to Ezio then back to Desmond.
He had to be…
but what if he was wrong…
That look too, he looks at Ezio exactly the same way he does. He just had to be… like him.
Leonardo did not know how he would bring it up, does he even bring it up? Again what if he was wrong, then De-
“God damn, Id lick the sweat off of that man…”
Leonardo’s mind went fully silent for the first time.
“...Am I right?”
Leo had to stop himself from almost screaming from the shock, his eyes even wider he stared at Desmond who just slowly turned his head to him with a smile Leonardo recognized that was a copy of Ezio’s shit-eating grin when he talked about “the ladies”.
Well, that clears it… He coughed to clear his throat mostly and blushing he looked to the side. “I-” he chose just to nod. If he tried to speak right now he fears his voice would crack from how his brain is coming to a full stop. He heard Desmond chuckle “Ugh maybe we should just stop the torture and ask him to take his shirt off so we can actually watch…”
That got an actual yelp from him which made Ezio turn at them.
“What are you two girls gossiping about?”
“First, that's sexist. Second, I was just saying that you should take that sh-”
Leonardo’s hand clapped on Desmond's mouth with a loud slap “HE WAS-” Cough “He was just saying that you should take that STUFF off the crate, the one with the blanket draped over!? T-that one… He thinks he spotted something with… his vision… yea that's it”
He could see Desmond roll his eyes from the corner of his eyes. Ezio knew about Leonardo and was okay with it BUT it didn’t mean the man wouldn’t take offence to being looked at like that!
Desmond ripped his hand away, too easily and just chuckled as Ezio looked at them both with a brow raised.
“Sure… yes, I did can you please go over and look it's like behind the 2nd row?please?”
Ezio huffed, “I just stacked those ones into a pile!”
“Pretty please?”
“Only because you added the pretty.”
Desmond hummed in thanks as Ezio went over the stack and squatted “Which one again?” “The one behind that you have to reach over”
“Things I do for you both…”
Leonardo watched as Ezio got on his knees and used the first row of crates for support as he dug into the parchment and god knows what-filled box with his back to them.
…aaand Desmond sighed again, really how did Leonardo never realize how much Desmond stared “that” way before this. But he was indeed staring at a good “view” of Ezio bending over those crates which gave him a false sense of security that Desmond was satisfied.
“What am I looking for here?”
Desmond didn't hesitate in his response “Oh for nothing I just wanted to stare at your ass a bit, looks great”
“DESMOND! YOU CAN’T JUST!”
Leonardo's hands slammed on the table as he whipped his head, he was up from the chair without realizing it, horrified “E-Ezio so sorry a-”
Ezio’s deep chuckle which quickly turned into a belly laugh stopped Leonardo’s terrified rant. He got off from his position and turned on his knees, getting up.
Ezio took a look at Leonardo's face.
“Oh for fucks sake Desmond you are going to give Leonardo a heart attack”
He smiled at Leonardo as his chuckles died down “The stuff I have to stop him from saying out loud everywhere, Mio Amicò… you would think of me as Saint Maria next to this one”
Leonardo was gaping at them like fish out of water.
“I only speak the truth we all think about and don't be too humble with yourself I know you’ve got a napkin to wipe your sweat…”
“Yeah but then how else would you girls will stay entertained.”
What was going on… Leonardo could not speak, he felt like his brain was melting…
“I think he is shortcircuiting.”
“What does that mean?” “Don't worry about it”
Desmond whistled and snapped his fingers at his face several times, “Yep, we broke him. Did you not tell him abo- oh shit wait you really didn't tell him that swing both ways?! I thought animus just didn’t show me or something I mean it's not like you didn't also bed men-”
Desmond WAS trying to give him a heart attack after all
“You WHAT?!” “ah that got him back.”
“Desmond! You-”
Now it was Ezio trying to zip Desmond's mouth.
“You have slept with men before!?” and there was the voice crack he was afraid of, he shrieked more than he talked.
“Well, I was going to If I ever got serious with…” Ezio averted his eyes with a playful smile that didn't hide his blush “Someone special…”
“Wooow I am not special to you?” Desmond quipped back with a teasing tone.
“I mean BEFORE and then… I didn't have the right time…”
Oh…Oooh he got it he suddenly got it…“You two…really?” the look on Ezio's sheepish smile was telling enough “I was going to tell I swear Leo…”
And he could not stop a chuckle that escaped him “Really!? really, Ezio out of all people becomes a sadomite and the man you pick oh so HAPPENS to be a look-alike of you? A prime subject of the Narcissus complex right here!” He wagged his finger teasingly.
the situation now was just funny, the panic had died down...
“Ouch, my best friend…”
“Eh…”
Leo dreaded what Desmond was going to say.
“... Don't worry Ezio, with how Leo has been looking at us both...There should be a complex for that too right?"
This was a losing battle for Leonardo yet he found himself not caring as sat back down next to Desmond... "Tell me how..." He pointed to Desmond to Ezio "This happend then?"
"Ascolta, è una storia lunga,"
Leonardo pointed at the seat in front of him...
"I have time..."
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I'm not on bird app, and TikTok is geoblocked here, so I don't usually get too deep into fandom drama, nor am I interested in it. Unfortunately, it seems like the drama is spilling over here, and it has me questioning my reading comprehension for the past few days honestly. So here goes nothing, if you don't want to read about fandom discourse (which I recommend, for your own mental health), feel free to ignore this post. I just feel like I'm going insane so I need to get it off my chest.
From what I've read here, someone on bird app demanded Lou to explain some racist/misogynist memes he posted on insta over a decade ago, which were still on his page until very recently. Lou replied with this screenshot:
(Username crossed out to protect their identity.)
I've heard rumors of a certain subsection of the fandom impersonating bucktommy fans in order to stir up controversies. Again, I'm not on those sites, I can't confirm that, but I do admit the timeline is a bit suspicious. I get why some of you immediately rush to defend Lou and theorize that he was hacked, but I feel like it's such a cop out. Too many problematic figures get off scot-free just by claiming they were hacked. I'll hold out my judgement on that until more verified information comes out.
So for consistency's sake, I'm going to play devil's advocate, let's assume it really was Lou who tweeted that. I still don't see how it makes him an ableist?
First, it wasn't him who made this comment, the owner of that instagram account did. It wasn't even someone else's tweet or meme that he reposted, or did he signify his agreement to this statement. It was literally someone else's insta bio, a line that somebody else used to represent themself.
Second, look at the insta account itself. It's a K-pop stan account with 0 post and only 1 follower. It follows 19 celebrity pages, so it's safe to say someone made this account especially to snoop on celebrity news. How did Lou even find out the existence of such an account? That user must've initiated some kind of contact with Lou first, either through DMs or comments. Lou's an actor on a hit TV show, I'm sure he gets random comments from strangers every day. For a random stan account to stand out, they must've made an impression, probably not a good one either.
Third, it was posted as a direct response to someone demanding explanation for Lou's past problematic insta content. Why would he make an unrelated ableist joke about bullying blind kids in response to that? It's clearly a sort of gotcha attempt at pointing out the hypocrisy of the people pestering him online lately. They accuse Lou of being a bigot and try to get him fired, but at the same time they make jokes like this, so they're not in a place to judge him. Which is..... a shit retort. Lou's social media history WAS problematic, people have to right to question him on that. Him hitting back is whataboutism, but it doesn't make it less true, those people ARE bullies.
As I've said before, you don't have to be okay with Lou's past. I personally don't care, as I don't know him as a person, I also don't know who he was 10 years ago and what kind of environment he was in. As long as he's not actively using his platform to promote harmful views or using his fame to exploit people, I'm as okay with him as his co-workers are.
You do you, you can dislike him, outright hate him even, but you have to ignore all context and twist words around in order to paint him as an ableist asshole with this and this only.
#lou ferrigno jr#i just want to go back to the helicopter stuff#fandom discourse#I have the same bigoted jokes made around me TO THIS DAY#I have bigger fish to fry#I was a kpop stan nearly 20 years ago#We've lost so many people over online bullying
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Fight The Feeling Part 17- Babies & Puppies
Summary- You and Jack have some downtime after you gave birth to your daughter, and Jack ends up coming home with a puppy even though you have a three week old.
The next couple of weeks were a whirlwind, everyone wanted to meet Madelyn, everyday you and Jack had family and friends coming over to meet her. Luckily, you had amazing friends and family who would help you out every time they came over. You and Jack did decide to introduce her to people slowly, more for your sake than hers.
Both you and Jack were slowly figuring out how to be parents, you were overwhelmed and stressed, plus you were recovering from a c-section which didn’t make anything easier. You were both exhausted, waking up several times a night to take care of Madelyn. After a few days of her being home, you and Jack, well Jack, moved her crib into your room to make it at least a little bit easier on the two of you.
Jack had not been back to his apartment since you two came home from the hospital, so essentially he was living with you. Madelyn was now three weeks old, you and Jack were finally getting into somewhat of a routine.
You had just got done feeding Madelyn, you were sitting on the couch, gently patting her back to burp her. Jack had just got done taking a quick shower before he joined you on the couch.
“How has she been?” Jack asked.
“Good, she ate, that’s all we’ve been up to out here, super exciting I know,” You joked and Jack laughed softly.
“Is she getting better at latching?” Jack asked, and you nodded. Madelyn had troubles breastfeeding and Jack wanted nothing else than to be able to help you, but there wasn’t much he could do.
“Yeah, she did really good this time,” You said as Madelyn started whining.
“Oh, I know, being a newborn is so difficult, isn’t it?” Jack asked Madelyn, reaching over to rub her back.
“I think it’s time for her nap,” You said, yawning. “Maybe mine too.”
“I’ll go put her down for her nap,” Jack took Madelyn out of your arms.
“Thank you,” You smiled tiredly.
“You don’t have to thank me, she’s mine, and you’re still recovering from your c-section, I’d be an asshole if I didn’t help you as much as I could.” Jack walked her into her nursery, getting her ready for her nap. Jack made sure she was asleep before he laid her in her crib and walked out of the room, back into the living room. While Madelyn slept in your room at night, you wanted to get her used to sleeping in her nursery, so if you weren’t holding her, then she napped in her crib.
“Do we have more diapers?” Jack asked, and you shook your head.
“Not in that size. Did she go through them already?” Jack nodded.
“Almost, I’ll go get some so we don’t run out. Are you okay if I leave? I’ll be quick, I can order them if not.”
“Jack, I’ll be fine, I’m just going to hang out on the couch, and she just got put down for a nap, I’ll probably end up falling asleep too.” Jack handed you the baby monitor before leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
“I’ll be quick, text me if you need anything. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Jack got back to your apartment about 30 minutes later, a little longer than it should have taken, but you had fallen asleep so you didn’t notice. You were woken up to the sound of barking and Jack shushing the barking.
“You have got to be quiet, we discussed this in the car,” Jack said, and as confused as you were, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.
“Jack?” You called out, getting up from the couch.
“Shit.” You heard Jack scrambling in the entryway.
“Last time I checked, diapers don’t bark,” You said as Jack walked around the corner, a box of diapers in one hand, and a puppy in the other.
“Uhh, let me explain.” Jack set the diapers down. “There were someone selling puppies and I felt bad that she was the last one left, and I wanted to make sure she went to a good home. I know we have a newborn, and the last thing we need is a puppy on top of that, but I figured if we don’t keep her, we can at least make sure she gets a good home with one of our friends or families.” You watched as the puppy tried to wiggle out of Jack’s arms as he held her. “I’ll take complete care of her.”
“We’ll see how it goes. I can’t be upset when she’s this cute. Plus, I would have done the same thing. You can’t take her back, and honestly I think I’m too tired to be upset right now,” You laughed softly. The only reason you didn’t already have a dog was because of all the traveling, and you were going to be doing a lot less traveling for the time being.
“Thank god, I had already called Urban and told him he might have a dog tonight.” The dog finally wiggled free from Jack’s arms, running towards you on the couch. She put her front paws on your leg, giving you kisses and smelling you. Once she got bored, she got curious and started to explore the couch, running between you and Jack.
“Did you get any information about her?”
“She’s nine weeks old, she’s a poodle mix, she doesn’t have a name yet. I didn’t get much information. I’ll schedule her a vet appointment and have someone take her.” She whined, wanting to jump off the couch, but she was scared.
“Let me go close Madelyn’s door, then she can explore,” You said, and Jack immediately stood up.
“I got it.” Jack went into the nursery, checking on Madelyn before closing the door, the caramel colored dog wanting to follow Jack, whining at the edge of the couch.
“Oh, you’re already his little shadow, aren’t you?” You asked, and the dog looked at you, tilting her head. You gently petted her, and she calmed down, until Jack walked back into the room, then she was right back to the edge of the couch. “She already loves you.” Jack walked over to the couch and helped her down.
“Did she tell you that?” Jack joked.
“Maybe she did,” You and Jack both laughed. “I should probably order her some food, maybe a bed? Some toys? I haven’t taken care of a dog since my families dog, and my parents did most of the work.”
“Jack, have you ever taken care of a baby before three weeks ago?” Jack shook his head. “And we’re doing a good job now, so we can do this, I can almost guarantee a dog is going to be easier than a baby.” You looked over at the dog, who was now running around your apartment, smelling anything she could reach.
“Okay, you have a point.” Jack said, sitting down on the couch next to you. You both sat in silence for a moment before he looked over at you. “Are we absolutely crazy for having a puppy and a baby at the same time?”
“Maybe,” You said, looking over at Jack, “But we’re crazy together.”
Nothing had ever been easy for you and Jack, but at least this time your lives were becoming more difficult with babies and puppies.
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Jason Todd and Percy Jackson parallels but by someone who actually reads comics and was technically never a Harry P*tter kid so it's accurate
Black hair,green eyes and supernatural white streak combo
Poor and hate rich people even though they ended up gaining a rich dad and refuse to actively associate with him on principal
Said dad's inflicted brutal trauma on them(though to Bruce's credit it was an accident and he genuinely loves Jason while Poseidon's just a deadbeat who refuse to parent Percy to keep us his 'image' because that's 'women's aka Sally's work',grown ass god)so they claim their mom as their only parent and are just huge mama's people in general,which is perfectly understandable even on it's own considering their mom's are fucking TALIA AL-GHUL AND SALLY JACKSON.Who wouldn't?
Respect women,disrespect men
The EXACT SAME sardonic and little shit attitude and created their own type of sense's of humor that can only be described by using their names to be truly accurate
Physical inability to not run their mouths dating way back to when they were little kids,closed off not out of fragile masculinity(I mean Jason's goth and Percy's a transfem egg so?)but as defense mechanisms,have anger issues and merciless tendencies and complex feelings on morality because of heavy life experiences due to being screwed over by the system as minorities(poor,neurodivergent and Percy's transfemininity she won't even let herself admit)and can be scary as shit when they do and don't want to
Punks with the ideals,behavior,lifestyles and interests you'd expect but also super dorky ones on all fronts too
Don't actively pursue romance and the thought of doing so is VERY unppealing to them and they dunk on romance norms like the true punks they are and they DO have good canon ships but sadly none endgame(Jayrose,Jaytemis and Jaydana are banger after banger after BANGER but DC hates Jason so they won't let him enter his malewife era and Perachel was the best ship for Percy but got shafted for the sake of ruining Annabeth)
They refuse to be normal in general because conformity disgusts them but also they just kinda.Can't turn the weirdness off,ever(It's their bptistic swag)
Ethan=Rose.Wasians with an eyepatch because their abusive god(ish)parent took their eye out,gloomy and moody,swords users,were groomed into the villain life as little kids and never considered real love interests for Percy and Jason despite tons of chemistry via bickering flirtatious banter and 'I really do care about you' undertones.Their heritage and unpalpability as victims undoubtedly plays a role in this as Luke and Slade are the easy and accepatable villains to stan as opposed to the oh so horrific and unlovable realistic survivors
Super chaotic and unrestrained
Team Parents because of childhood trauma and they did fumble a bit at first out of lack of experience but now they've got it downpat
Huge love for food that's not good for you(i.e fast/junk/desserts)
Make a big show when they're feeling particularly cocky or want to intimidate and it's real easy for them to thanks to experience and being able to walk the walk for the shit they talk
Claimed by afro-caribbeans and we're right and should say it(Those are monoracial dominican third gen iminigrants ma'am)
Get horndog allegations,are actually demisexual and don't care about white boys or white girls when it comes to attraction(Percy's canon namesake was married to the Princess of Ethopia and Jason hates Roy and barely cares about Tim,please be serious)
Or when it comes to platonic relathionships!!If they're to be a trinity the perfect 3rd is Miles Morales like how Hazel is Nico and Percy's and Jason's Robin and Batgirl are Duke and Stephanie and he wouldn't have it any other way
There's a significant difference that makes them all the more interesting together though-Jason's story is a selfmade tragedy where he choose hurt and darkness and even evil again and again for a long ass time until his redemption arc that he actually worked for and Percy's is that she's NEVER done anything wrong in her entire fucking life,she DIDN'T mean to hurt anyone,she WAS a good,good kid and she grew up to be an even better adult who's good at so many good things and good to so many people.Jason is Percy's legit foil and deserves that title more than any fascistic misogynist character does
They're the son of no one and the daughter of Poseidon and Sally Jackson.Them(and the 1610 Spiderman)are my characters ever
#percy and jason#jason todd#percy jackson#afrolatino jason supremacy#black percy#latino percy#trans jason todd#transfem percy jackson#autistic jason todd#autistic percy jackson#goth punk jason todd#batfam#ditf#lost days#utrh#rhato#the outlaws#dead sidekicks force#pjo#hoo#tods#the anomalies#jaysumm#perlex#batfanon slander#💌#summerposting
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A Chaos Menu is coming. Emphasis on Chaos.
Carmy's got non negotiables. The list includes: of the place, vibrant collaboration, no repeat ingredients, consolidation + speed, confidence + competence, in + out service, pursuit of excellence, details matter, know your shit, focus, something about perfect, somethings about tradition, something about boundaries, clean as you go, shirts perfectly pressed, and no surprises.
Carmy's focusing on details more than actual dynamics and Sydney's Bandana has got a big list of ingredients.
Carmy is truly going to be a whole new meaning to Chaos Menu, that is going to destroy everyone around them trying to keep up with them. Because as I said before, he still does not know how to do a chaos menu. He is so used to living in chaos, that menus are the only thing he knew how to control, but Syd wants chaos so he’s going to try to bring it. (and probably fail in the process)
Syd told him she didn’t want to be tweezing herbs on a dish she doesn’t care about, but if she’s constantly just making things for the sake of having something new, it's going to feel forced and uninspiring.
Syd and Carmy might be matching each others freaks, but everyone else didn’t sign up to be part of their psycho partnership. Richie will be tired of trying to keep up with their menu changes and expo mess. Tina is going to be so overwhelmed trying to manage all the cooks to keep up with a new menu every day. It’s also just throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks. In my experience most high level Michelin restaurant tend to stick to mostly the same menu for the entire season, because perfecting each dish takes time both in trial and error testing and in teaching the crew to able to make it perfect consistently.
Not to mention it’s EXPENSIVE to constantly have to source new ingredients. Which is what was going wrong with The Beef before Sydney stepped in, and she managed to create a great dish with ingredients they already had lying around that got them a good review. We know they’re going to be busy, if they don’t know how to keep operating costs down, they are going to drown the same way Carmy was drowning at the start.
Sydney believes in Carmy because she’s never gotten a star or retained one. But when she meets the Ever crew and sees how the keep up with their stars without tearing each other apart or destroying their lives or keeping insane and unmanageable standards and expectations, she will start to reconsider their partnership.
Especially if Carmy is the one getting all the praise, after the review incident where he didn't let her enjoy her moment. Sydney is going to draw a line at some point about what her non negotiables are, and if Carmy can’t meet them, she’s going to have to find someone or somewhere that will.
Non negotiables are typically things you set in relationships to create a healthy environment, but Carmy is using them to hold them against the entire staff. I think the only thriving aspect of The Bear that isn’t on fire half the time is going to be Ebra's sandwich window.
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This is a bit of a personal question so if you don’t want to answer I understand if you just delete this ask but
As a relatively younger trans woman, and especially new to actually exploring my sexuality…at what point do I feel like a lesbian? Like I always feel bad or weird for being attracted to lesbians. It always feels wrong or amoral or like I’m lying in some way idk
I apologize for taking a few days to answer this my dear anon. A combination of Pride and IRL stuff has left me exhausted and I wanted to make sure I really took the time to give you a good answer and my bad for the wall of text you're about to receive lol.
There's a lot I could say about this. For the sake of this post, I'm going to assume that by "younger" you mean both in your transition and your age. Transition is hard. Finding yourself is hard. To answer your question, it takes Time. And I mean this in two specific ways:
Transition is a slow process. As you continue your transition, (whatever that means to you, whether that be social, medical, both, or neither, or something else entirely) you'll find a lot of things just making more sense. The labels might slowly start to be more comfortable. Or maybe they wont, and you'll switch to new ones, but that deeper sense of understanding yourself doesn't really go away (trust me I've changed both my labels and pronouns multiple times now lol). Either way, despite anything else, over time you'll just start to feel more at home, both in your body, and how you present yourself to the world.
Now this is both the scary part and the hard part: you have to take steps to find a community who accepts you as you are, and (ideally) with people like you. Yeah this requires you to put yourself out there in a way that will be uncomfortable at first. Yeah, sometimes its going to go poorly, and you'll be rejected, or shunned. And yes, it will take its toll on you mentally, emotionally and (sometimes) physically. Its worth it. Having those people in your life does more than you can know in learning how to love and accept yourself. Having people look you in the eye and tell you that they love you, they see you, you're valid in who you are, no matter what anyone else says, is just so crucial.
You just get older. I know for a lot of people that can be frightening (and like, yeah, sometimes), but I can tell you with full confidence, I LOVE being in my 30s. You couldn't pay me to go back to 20. Your teen years and 20s are fucking hard. You just get so much better at knowing which things to give a shit about in your life and you get the necessary resources to be able to not give a shit.
Most days I feel like a lesbian (more of a Dyke but w/e), so I am one, no one can take that from me, and the people who dont like me using that label can fuck off. I wear more masc clothes and have more masc hobbies because I want to and that doesn't define my gender or sexuality. I like doing mutual aid projects, and working on honing my DIY skills. I love the people who are in my life and tell them unapologetically, and I appreciate every day I get to spend with them. As I get older, the more I feel like "me" and the more I learn that in reality, I do love that person. She's actually pretty great.
I hope you can trust me that it gets better. That, in spite of all the pain, all of the heartbreak, the loss and tribulations, its fucking worth it. I know I didn't think so for a long, long time. But my god I am so happy I made it here. You'll get to that point to.
#asks#Gonna tag the shit out of this even when I usually dont since id like folks to see it#trans#transfemme#lgbtq#queer#lesbian#transwomen#lgbtqia#transbian#trans woman#nonbinary
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Hi, hun! Sadly, this is my first time asking you something but it’s better late than never!
So I have a question, if you don’t mind! But lately you’ve been writing about how Kane ends up living with Midoriya’s, which I love! And I just noticed that you replied to an ask where someone was asking if you could write reader comforting Katsuki about Kane and just life in general. And I guess my question is, are you ever going to have Katsuki repair any of the relationships he’s destroyed?? Like with his kids, Elijoru (though I’m not asking they get together again) and the Midoriya’s?? Bc I do know you plan to stop posting soon (which I’ll totally miss you and your writing bc you’re absolutely lovely and seem to be the only person on this app that knowsss Izuku is the SHIT) but I just wanted to know if you’re going to end things on a good note for Katsuki! It’s a little unfortunate to see the way Satomi and Kane were being treated by him and I think a redemption arc would be cool to see if that’s something you’re up for! You have a very special way of writing Katsuki and I knowwww you don’t like him but I also just hate the idea of him having all these people care about him, who want or at least wanted he’s love and attention at some point and him being awful and just leaving it at that. Idk you can do as you please bc this is your story but it’s just something I was hoping you could explain in your own words, what you want to happen and what I should expect. But anyways, sorry for the longgg winded message, just wanted to get my thoughts out there! Much love 💕
- R
:)))
Awww, hello R. You're such a sweetiepie. I just want to grab your cheeks.
Yes, Katsuki will get a sort of redemption arc. I don't want to give too much away but he does indeed try to be better and with a bit of help, maybe he will. I do plan to write for him, I do plan on him to try and be better and for Kane and him to make some sort of ammends (for Kane's sake). So yes.
I don't want to give much away, but yes.
-Glitch1d
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One more: You know what initially turned me off Helluva Boss? It wasn’t actually any of the characters.
It was the back-to-back episodes of Blitzø being lambasted by his hallucinations of Verosika/Fizz/Striker/Moxxie and Stolas, and then immediately after having him be dogpiled at Ozzie’s by Verosika/Fizz/Asmodeus. It was having this character’s flaws be called out twice in a row.
It was terrible writing. It completely took me out of the story. And then there was Oops. We have to deal with even more of the same with this stupid fucking Apology Tour with Stolas upstaging Verosika to potentially call Blitzø out even more.
That’s not fun. It’s not fun to have to watch a character be shit on over and over and over again. Blitzø’s not even a good person or undeserving of hate, but I’m just sick of seeing him being “called out” all the goddamn time. Do something else for fuck’s sake.
#Helluva boss critical#If I were Brandon I would spend my breaks chainsmoking and pulling a Ben Affleck meme#my self esteem would probably suffer after the constant barrage to my character#because Jesus Christ#Blitzo isn’t even my fav character!#this is just objectively stupid like do the creators have someone like Blitzo in their lives and they just have to stick it to him???#Bitching
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tumblr did eat this but as a wise poet once said “honey i rose up from the dead i do it all the time”
so i feel like i have been slowly entertaining in the back of my head for a year or two now the idea of writing again. it started with like, writing bad poetry in journals. i’ve been consuming media, but in a lot more of a disconnected way. engagement was like, reading reddit and twitter threads for a day and putting it back down. then episode 8 happened, and i was like FUCK i’m unglued.
to put in perspective what kind of shit i was up to in high school: i wrote half a million words of like...once upon a time fanfiction. and in that i found lots of lovely connections to people but amidst a sea of other factors: being a literal teenager who still thought i could be the smartest person in the room (spoiler: never), having no real social net outside of the internet (and i will say my internet friends -- many of whom i still love and talk to today -- got me through some of the WORST times of my life), and having a very fragile ego. probably related to points a and b. everything felt like the biggest thing in the world because my world did not feel very big.
now i look back at it like...holy shit you wrote a goddamn novel. who cares if it was like, literature or not?
to be honest one of the things that got through to me was this cj the x video, especially their point which i’ll recap here:
“We are under the impression that art is something special people do, and to do it well makes you a genius, and to do it poorly is embarrassing. This sectioning off of the art world for artists from regular life and regular people is completely artificial and it is bad for the soul of your society.”
and they talk a bti about the Terrifying Ordeal of Being Known and perfectionism and just the amount of fuccccckin mental blocks we put around what’s good art and bad art and we spend so much time agonizing over what’s good and what’s cringe and you know what? embrace cringe! who cares! none of us will live forever!!! sharing art is the way we sustain ourselves in the long run.
i always have an internal voice saying something’s not good enough. i’m Always like “damn, these metrics ain’t metricing like they were earlier...” and then i’m like fuck...am i doing this for the Idea of Fandom Success or because of my fun silly lil hobby? my fun silly lil hobby? aight guess i ought to just embrace the Terrifying Ordeal of Being Known and accept that silly lil numbers ain’t what’s fufilling, it’s the practice of writing and sharing and going at the end of the day “at least one person liked this, and being known isn’t the Most Horrific Thing Ever”.
another thing i Never did when i was a teenager is tell anyone i wrote fic in real life. now my husband and friend and sister-in-law know (the latter involved either alcohol or being confined to a plane, which is a lot like alcohol) and you know how much they think i’m embarassing? they don’t. oh and actually a co-worker. they just go “lol, this is My thing” and it’s a novel they tried to write in college or fanart they post on a secret instagram or a monsters inc page they ran in high school (all real examples) because everyone has some kind of thing they care about, some artistic expression, and we’ve conditioned people to think trying is embarassing. trying is vulnerable and the point, i think! no matter how cringe!
and vulnerability is this awfully stingy thing because sometimes when you think about it for too long it’s not unlike putting your hand on a hot coal. like, fuck, laying awake at night knowing that people know You Tried and what if they still didn’t like it? humiliating. awful. please schedule me with the goddamn firing squad. you didn’t get the metrics you wanted. or worse, you did and now people don’t think you deserve it. they’re gonna find out you’re just a big fanfiction writing fraud.
but maybe that’s the point! i don’t know! vulnerability is hard and painful and growth and sincerety is almost WORSE. but there’s also something lovely and cathartic about it and at the end of the day knowing that other people feel that, too. can never get too lost in either sauces of thinking you’re the worst thing ever or the best and the only one who gets it. just gotta accept the vulnerability of it all~
i’m back in my daydreaming era, i think fic gave that back to me. i shut her off for a little while, but she’s still there! and it’s not the worst thing, having overwhelming creative ideas on the treadmill or in a hotel lobby or furiously writing in a google doc in the middle of the night even if it does feel Silly. sometimes it does make the world a little more magical, framing in a narrative.
(my therapist at some point has made comments about my narrative framing skills in the context of my life and getting out of a shitty family situation with a lot of embedded generational cyclical fun stuff to a point i have a lot of the things now i used to dream about despite it, my pathological need to write my way out also applying to my life and maybe it’s not the worst way of moving a locus of control inwards. i used to dream about feeling safe and being respected interpersonally and professionally because it’s something no woman in my family ever really got and i get that now. anyway, as i said, radical vulnerability!)
narratives are powerful and meaningful and art is too, i don’t care if it’s fanfiction at the end of the day! we’ve all felt something or gptten something or felt community and that’s meaningful enough.
this is a very long-winded and frankly chaotic way of saying sure, i’m a writer enough!
#fic talk#and talk and talk.............#i have a job i love that fufills what i want to Do and Be but also i will always love writing so much#and to get to do that in space where i get feedback and community#at the end of the day when i'm hittin#g that lil refresh button for a dopamine hit because social media has broken our brains#i do take a deep breath and be like#oh cool#i did that#and the more we police that feeling or worse misplace it the harder it gets to the Point#of just doing shit for the sake of it and having a good time!#don't get sucked into all the other shit#i think a big turning point in my life honestly#was being in the car after having the worst fucking day of my life or second worse#after a really terrible situation with my mom#and i was in a goddamn target with a radically different hair color in my hands#and after that i was like#i'm not doing this to myself!#i'm not going to doom myself!#i'm going to listen to some goddamn kelly clarkson#because of you LEGENDS ONLY#and live for myself here and build my own existence#i literally found old journal entries to myself saying something to the idea of this#and then i interned at my current job and met my husband and slept on the floor of people i still love and am friends with today#and this isn't fic but#NARRATIVE#and what i was and wasn't going to do#and i read that a year or two ago and just bawled my eyes out#because she did that :')#and that's the power of building something for yourself and owning your own lil narrative even if sometimes it's just lil fanfic
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What a plot twist you were. [x]
#Like. The narrator introduces jc to us as the antagonist#Then we got to know him. Not who people think he's. But who he really is#And we saw jc giving wwx a piggyback. Giving him soup. Rescuing him. Putting himself between wwx and any danger (madam yu/wen soldiers)#And even the staged fight. It's yk. Staged#jc wanted to protect wwx at any cost. But wwx wasn't willing to compromise. But jc did#The fight was wwx's idea. Because jc is an enabler (just like jfm and jyl)#jc is ready to bend for his loved ones sake#The point is. Every action jc takes. Is in the name of his loves ones' safety. And surprise. wwx is one of the people jc really cares about#Even after wwx' return. Aside a broken cup. jc isn't doing much to stop wwx or anything. We know that jl was able to free wwx from Zidian#only because jc - Zidian's primary master- wanted it!#And jc fling himself into danger countless times to save wwx even though wwx can't sit still with him for a hot minute#What I wanted to say it's that the jc is presented to us - the mean ungrateful man- is very different from the real jc -#the indulgent uncle who rolls his eyes at his nephew antics. the brother who buries the hatchet for his sister's happiness.#the uncle who kinda wants to help wn to get up from the floor because he was an ass to jc but he helped jl and that's what matters to jc#the sect leader who let two women speak freely their mind in a patriarchy society#People better than me have already said this. shit I can't remember my point lmao#Like. jc is presented as an antagonist but what this man wanted was an apology and an explanation#This post is a mix of a rant I wrote last year (ha) after seeing a bad take. About what I don't remember lmaoo. And me wanting#to make gifs of wzc in this scene. Why does he look so good. It should be illegal. Seriously#jiang cheng#*mgifs
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