#and i’m attached to every character surprisingly!!

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His Kiss, The Riot

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When you and your secret lover make plain to Feyd-Rautha your wishes for a life together, despite the proposed arranged marriage, he surprisingly acquiesces. But he can't let you go so easily, can he? Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.6k

TW: manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha, arranged marriage, NONCON elements, gore, violence, she/her pronouns, female!reader, tragedy, star-crossed lovers, songfic, not quite a happy ending (oops), dark dark dark interpretations of Hadestown and the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read If It's True and liked, reblogged, or commented. I appreciate every single one of you. As always, I would love some feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs if you can :)

This is Part Two to my Feydestown trilogy (I'm so sorry for the pun). You can read Part One here.

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

The devil takes this Orpheus

And his belladonna kiss

“So you wanna get married? Take away the woman I just offered my hand to, to whom I all but have legal claim?”

Your beloved’s replied words of affirmation to his words hold the slightest tremor, but like a dog to fresh meat, Feyd-Rautha sniffs this out immediately. Another smile graces his face. Feyd speaks to the crowd now, “Yes, I was promised the Lady’s hand in marriage. But! I am a benevolent figure, so I guess I’ll let the lovebirds go.”

The crowd starts to give polite applause, while your knees grow weak at the news. You can go? Has love really prevailed on this day?

“However,” and with that, your heart drops “I have some conditions for these… nuptials.”

You could sense the air growing thick with tension as the reality of the na-Baron’s ruling twists out of your favor.

“Conditions?” You whispered.

“Of course, my darling! I can’t make this too easy on you, now can I?” Feyd paces back and forth on the steps from which he speaks, making your eyes dart back and forth with each step he takes. Vigilance overtakes your body in case of any rash decisions.

“You two can leave the city, but it won’t be hand in hand. This pair will have to walk in single file, with the boy in the front and my darling Lady at least thirty paces behind. No ships, no speeders, no running. Walking.”

The energy of the room starts to grow more electric as the points of this term seem to set in.

“The Lady cannot speak out or make any indication of her following behind. You’ll be faced forward the whole journey. Once you reach the edge of the city and passed the threshold, you can be together for eternity.”

Your breath hitched. Seems easy enough, right?

“But, if the boy so much as turns his head to check and see if the Lady is following, the deal is off. She’ll return to me, and we will be married.”

Nothing makes a man so bold

As a woman’s smile and a hand to hold

“Is this a trick?” Your beloved asks plainly.

Feyd tilts his head, pacing down the steps to ground level. “Now, what makes you say that? I’m being generous. I’ve set my terms.” He is now nose-to-nose with the man attached to you. 

“Now meet them or face the consequences.”

The hand holding yours is now pooled with sweat. You quickly and subtly jerk the arm of your beloved when he starts to protest, not recognizing a gift when he sees one. You bow, the picture of poise and grace that you were raised to be. There is still time to leave with all of your limbs intact, you could not afford to slip up now.

“We offer our most sincere gratitude, my Lord na-Baron. Thank you for this most auspicious opportunity. We will not squander it.” 

Your beloved gives a clumsy bow to match yours. Feyd’s manic smile grows as he clasps his hands together. The sound echoes through the hall.

“So it shall begin!” 

But all alone his blood runs thin

And doubt—doubt comes in

The pair of you hold hands, side-by-side, at the entrance of the palace gates. A crowd has followed you to the edge, with onlookers from the outside spectating the unexpected appearance of a noble. Occurrences like this did not happen often, if ever.

“You heard the terms. The Lady must walk thirty steps behind. She must not speak to you.” Your hands reluctantly separate, following the orders you were given. You can feel your heart pounding with each step that you take away from each other.

“Some of my guard will accompany you, to ensure that you comply to the letter.” Four Harkonnen warriors step forward and encase you in a square formation, leaving the love of your life alone and vulnerable. He looks back towards you, fear and doubt creeping into his eyes. You nodded at him, believing that you could succeed in your task. That you would prevail.

“You may begin.” Feyd voices, and with that—you start your journey. Step by step, you walk further through the foliage that immediately surrounds the castle gates and into the city square.

Once you and your beloved reach the horizon, Feyd turns to walk past the crowd and back into the corridor.

Your father, the Duke, bows quickly and offers his gratitude, but is ignored as the younger Harkonnen goes to gather his blade and shield. With a yell, he summons his guards to formation. As Feyd checks the integrity of his weapon, one of the Baron’s advisors tentatively steps towards him.

“My Lord, perhaps you should consider letting them go—” In the blink of an eye, the man is silenced with a swift slash to the throat. Blood spills through the advisor’s hands as he struggles to put pressure on the opening. His body flops to the floor and Feyd carelessly steps over the writhing body to march forward.

“Let’s go fetch my bride.”

Dangerous this jack of hearts

It had been almost an hour of walking by this point. There had been almost a dozen times where you wanted to give any audible indication to your lover that you were here. A whisper, a whistle, a stomp of your foot. Anything. But now you could see the edge of the city, you could almost taste it. 

A life with your love was within reach. 

The guards accompanying you shifted inward, almost boxing you in. You were hopeful, but nerves were creeping in.

This was going well. Too well.

The grand arch signifying the edge of the city was above your lover now. The field that you used to meet at in secret lay just beyond it. You’re almost there. Just twenty more steps and you could be together, forever. 

He steps over the threshold, you see his shoulders lift and fall in an exhale. Then, the man you had fallen in love with— who you wholly believe in— slowly turns his head to lock eyes with you. A pale figure steps out from behind a pillar accompanying the arch.

The growing smile on your face immediately falls. You call out his name.

Oh no. 

The na-Baron tsked and shook his head, as if scolding a child. Harkonnen troops flanked the area, giving Feyd-Rautha enough berth to have his fun. The three of you were surrounded, but only one really had the advantage.

“You were so close!”

Your beloved held out a hand, “Wait, wait! I made it over!” He started to back away in fear, unarmed and exhausted from the long walk. Colorful, ripe foliage brushed his legs as he back into your field.

“Ah, but she didn’t. So, face the consequences.”

Then his blade pierced the man you love. 

Your ears started to ring, throat working itself raw as you wailed. Tears blurred your vision, you could hear the gurgles of the blood leaving your fiancé’s mouth and the slosh of his newly disemboweled entrails hitting the lush field before you.

With his kiss, the riot starts

His body made a sick thud on the floor, and your body jumped along with it. 

You ran towards your dead lover, cradling his face and sobbing for the soul that was just ripped away from you. He didn’t deserve such a violent end. His only crime was loving you and being loved in return.

A chuckle sounded from above you, and you turned your tear-stained face to the brutal Harkonnen. He was covered in the blood of your lover, his spoils of war staining his pale skin. Black teeth on full display, his shoulders gave a slight shake as he expressed his humor. His laughter sparked a rage in you like you’d never seen before. It didn’t matter what bonds you may or may not have formed over the conversations you had the last week. He’s a monster. He needs to pay for what he’s done. 

Red flooded your vision.

With a roar, you lunged for the man. His laugh grew more manic as you smacked, punched, kicked, and hit every visible part of him that you could identify. In your grief, every ounce of training that you received flew out the window. He took every blow with a smile, as if he enjoyed the punishment you were attempting to bestow on him.

“There we go, my darling. Show me your pain. Your rage!”

Your mind started to clear with the more hits you landed. With a quick swipe, you had the weapon that killed your beloved against the naBaron’s neck. The Harkonnen soldiers immediately stepped forward, but Feyd stopped them with a wave of his arm.

“Ah ah ah! Leave her be.” His grin almost split his face in half, specks of dried blood making a painting of his face. 

“Do it. Go ahead, come on.”

He pressed his neck forward, purposefully putting pressure on his own blade. Fresh blood started to trickle down his neck, adding to the gallons already spread all over his uniform. 

The shock of his willingness to put his life on the line made you hesitate, which made him cackle in your face. Your anger made you draw the blade back and slice it across his chest. A groan left Feyd’s mouth, 

“Good girl.”

An unexpected thunk to the head made your vision start to spin. Feyd’s arms braced around you, slowly lowering you to your knees and down to a lying position. He cradled your head as if you were a precious commodity, when he leaned forward and captured your limp lips with his. 

As black started swallowing your vision, you heard him say,

“Don’t worry, my darling bride. It’ll all be alright. You won’t feel a thing.”

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[flicklikesstuff]

Hazbin Hotel Ep 8 Ramble and Theory

⚠️ SPOILERS!! ⚠️

Surprisingly, the show’s first season really got me hooked with its storyline and I can’t wait what’s in store for the upcoming season 2.

I’ve had my suspicions with Alastor since the pilot, and it just keeps growing with every episode. Even then, his real motivations are just hard to really see and it’s what makes his character intriguing. One moment, he’s lurking in the shadows like some sort of villain, and then the next, we see him maaaybe caring for his friends?? If he even considers them that. Idk 🤷

I’ve always thought that maybe he’s sticking around and playing nice to get Charlie’s guard down in the long run. Waiting for her to get desperate so he can strike a deal with her. So he could ask her for any favour in the future. And guess what? That’s what he exactly does in Ep 7.

And if I’m recalling correctly, Alastor helped Charlie with the war, but Charlie is yet to grant her own end of the deal. Alastor STILL is owed a favour from her.

(Where am I going with this theory and analysis? I’m getting there-)

At one point, maybe he did genuinely care for the hotel and the people in it. Regardless what his motives were. He even admits it’s a “surprising thrill” to watch them form connections. But the word choices he uses in this scene are just sooo…weird?

“Almost??” “Could get accustomed??”

It sounds like he admits feeling attached to the other characters but at the same time, doesn’t want to commit to it. Does he have far more nefarious intentions in mind for them and that’s why he’s so distant?

Alastor probably noticed this in the ending of Ep 8 too. His altruistic self almost got control of him. He almost risked his life to help his “friends.” And he didn’t like that one bit. Perhaps, he sees this trait as a weakness.

It really sounds like the verse“Great Alastor Altruist died” is equal to him stating that “there’s no more Mr. Nice Guy” from now on. He’s disconnecting and staying firm to whatever his highly vague motives are. And it’s highly likely that whatever’s holding him back from his full power is the deal he made itself. And he’s going to try anything to get out of it. Maybe that’s the reason why he approached Charlie in the first place.

And I’m going back to Charlie’s deal with him here. The only condition she has is that she won’t harm anyone for him. But knowing Alastor, he’s going to twist the words a bit there. Maybe he won’t harm them physically. But maybe in some other way. Indirectly. One that Charlie won’t see in the long run. Maybe he uses this one favour to help him break free of this deal or loosen it in some way.

And Charlie already has so much trust in him after the battle, she most likely won’t see it coming. It’s perfect.

(Not exactly sure how these soul contracts work buuut, she’s the princess right? Maybe she’s powerful enough to do smth about it? Maybe that’s why Alastor was so interested to gain her trust and potentially free himself?)

…….

But anyway! Onto the second part of my theory!

Alastor’s probably going to optimise his one chance of freedom through Charlie’s owed favour. But I have a feeling he’s not only going to use just Charlie.

Who else is at the hotel that the other main cast members trust? Who he could freely command under his control? To show up at his will? Answer his beck and call? Whose souls that Alastor owns?

I swear. It is NO ACCIDENT that these two were standing side by side. NEXT TO ALASTOR. In the ending. (Or maybe I’m overanalysing, but whatever. This is MY ramble)

When Alastor comes back from the “dead”, everyone was happy to see him. Especially Charlie. And surprisingly Vaggie? I guess she’s warming up to him. Idk if that’s good or not.

Everyone except Lucifer and Husk. Lucifer’s still bitter on the whole ‘dad’ thing. But I just really felt sooo bad for Husk here. 😂 My guy had maybe a few happy hours of what he thought was freedom. Then he sees this guy come back and he’s just: “Ahhhh… SHT-!”

Now I’m just saying, I don’t think Alastor can just casually go up to Charlie and just easily demand that favour. Especially now that Lucifer might be staying around(?) Also, Alastor sounds like someone who would strategically play the long run if it means benefits. Albeit, less truly altruistic than before since that approach almost costed him highly.

He’s maybe going to have to pull some strings to really make Charlie feel like she HAS to do him a favour. To better solidify his chances and so she’s less likely to be hesitant/reluctant/suspicious. After all, Alastor is only owed ONE FAVOUR. Maybe he’ll pull some strings to win over Lucifer’s own trust too so he won’t be stopping Charlie? (I’m not sure, these two are not in good terms.)

(Look me in the eyes and tell me this is the face of someone who’s definitely not going to use this hotel for his own personal gain. Things are going to start getting ugly with Alastor’s new approach. I’m also still like 80% sure these 3 characters are placed together for a reason. It CANNOT be a complete coincidence, right?)

Now I’m really curious how Husk and Niffty would react under this sudden new approach. The angst potential here is smelling strong. It’s obvious that they’re starting to get highly attached to the hotel and really consider the others as friends. Something Alastor didn’t allow himself to.

And it’s not like they have a voice in the matter either. No matter what Alastor tells them to do to secretly manipulate things around the place so he’ll appear like he’s “helping out more.”

Who knows really? What kind of errands he’ll force them to do? “Mr. Nice Guy” is really no longer an option here. That guy is dead. Adam killed him.

And all at the same time, Alastor wouldn’t be breaking Charlie’s condition. He’s not making her hurt anyone at all. Just helping a good old pal, who’s done so much for her, to maybe loosen the constraints his deal has. Or whatever else he wants, I don’t fcking know-

(But Srsly though. The angst??? Niffty and Alastor are fond with each other, but Niffty is also starting to like her new friends too. Will that create some sort of rift? Niffty actually being hesitant??

And don’t even get me STARTED on Huskerdust. Like wtf-? Husk has already stepped out of line before and it left him completely shaken. What else could he do? And a heartbroken Angel finding out he’s behind all this when Husk is the first person to truly reach out to him? Husk not being able to meet his gaze out of guilt?? THE FCK-???)

Yeaaaahhh, can’t wait what Season 2 has for us all….

Remember fellas, this is just a theory. A Hazbin theory! :))

#idk #just spitballing here #hazbin theory #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin niffty #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin spoilers #hazbin vaggie #hazbin episode 8 #huskerdust

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Common Tongue [d.d]

A/N: Here she is! Just in time to get ready for kinktober! My first Din Djarin fic, it's drastically different than writing for Matt, but I do think I have a good understanding of his character. Star Wars is my home fandom, so I'm very excited to expand my writing to that universe.

Summary: Damage to the Crest causes you and your crew to seek refuge in a very crowded Inn. Left with few options, you make do.

CW: Multiple orgasms, mutual pining, playing with light, sensory depravation, p in v, creampie, fingering, mentions of sexual fantasys, smidge of breeding kink, one bed, helmet stays on, touch starved Din, glove kink, mask kink, implied squirting

You had never seen so many people on one planet before, down every street you turned there was another hoard of people going about their business. Typically, you would feel small, scared to get swiped off the street by some street gang looking to make a quick buck, or worried about getting lost. Luckily enough you had the shiniest beacon in the galaxy parting the crowd in front of you, the Crest had taken yet another beating and was in desperate need of repairs.

So here the three of you are, the little green child sitting in Mando’s satchel at his hip, cooing at you when you make eye contact. You’ve grown quite attached to the little thing over the last few months, just a few nights ago he had crashed in your bunk with you while Mando was out grabbing rations for the limping to Hosnien Prime for repairs.

For being a bounty hunter, he was surprisingly considerate of your needs and always made sure you were fed and slept, and even would occasionally make stops on planets just to show you something he had told you about. From meadows filled with luxurious flowers, or planets with seas raging under lifted platforms, to forests with trees taller than you thought possible.

Then there was this crowded metropolis, neon lights and holograms reflected off the helmet you kept a steady gaze on, half tempted to hold onto his cape to make sure you don’t lose him. A gruff-looking Trandoshan mumbling something incoherent to himself steps between you and your fierce guide. Dread fills your body but quickly dissipates when you hear your pilot’s modulated voice, “Step away from the girl.”

The crowd parts around you, and the lizard-faced man is speaking to you in a language you don’t speak probably a form of Dosh. You shake your head, eyes pleading to the visor of Mando’s helmet for help. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

You hear the unmistakable sound of beskar on beskar as the spear from his back is drawn, “She isn’t interested now beat it.”

Scaly hands draw up in defense, and you know he is swearing under his breath, but the way his body moves away you can picture the spear sitting at the base of his spine. As he steps aside, you watch the helmet tilt and look you up and down. “Are you okay? Did he touch you?”

You shake your head, “I’m okay.” You wipe your hands on your flight suit, “What did he want?”

“I don’t speak Dosh, but I could guess.” He offers his arm to you, “Stay closer, I don’t want to call too much attention to us or the kid.”

You take his arm, the cold touch of his vambrace soothed you, reminding you of the cold walls of your bunk on the crest, “Where are we headed?”

“An inn, it's just down the street here, I’ve stayed a few times but not recently.” His body is tense with caution, his hand remains on his blaster for the remainder of the few-minute walk.

You step into a modest looking in, and before you can speak to your surroundings he is handing you the kid to go and speak with the gorgeous green-skinned Twi’lek at the counter. His posture changes as he talks to her, and you wonder if they have a history together, knowing that he is constantly moving across the galaxy, and he doesn’t seem to have any exes or flames that you’ve heard about but you know there's bound to be someone in the endless systems he tells you about.

The thought bounces around in your head for a while, who was this mystery man? For all, you knew he was married, or a Wookie, or something even more improbable. He could be hundreds of years old, he’s traveled more than the last 3 generations of your family combined. After all, Grogu is 50 years old and he is hardly more than an infant, so you find it difficult to pass up the idea of a geriatric old man under all that armor.

You are broken from your ridiculous stupor, by a little bit of laughter in the lobby in front of you. The Twi’lek is fiddling with her lekku like those teen girls you used to watch in holodrama’s, you feel something bitter crawl up your spine and cause you to lick your teeth in disgust.

You continue to peer at them while running your finger over the child's ear, attempting to lull him into sleep. You straighten as Mando does, beginning to bounce the babe in your arms in second nature. “I trust that conversation went well.” Clocking the slightest tick of his helm to the side at your words.

“It’s not a large room, but it’s a roof over our head. Even managed to get some food delivered to the room.” His hands reach and take Grogu from your arms, “They even have warm water.” The child nuzzles into your chest, refusing the embrace of his dad who threatens him with a bath.

You smirk at the T-shaped portion of his visor, raising your eyebrows in a taunt as you pull the babe away from him playfully. “To that, we say dinner first. Right little man?” He grins with delight, hand coming up to your cheek before reaching for the metal piercing in your ear.

“There will be enough food ad’ika, maybe even some Spotchka for you.” He adds, with a sigh at the little one’s pout when you turn your head away from him. “You’re going to hurt her.”

He leads you to a room through a maze of hallways, you follow him closely, slowly growing deliriously tired. The door of the room slides open as you walk up, revealing a plain room with a simple bed and a desk against the wall. You set the child down, letting him explore the new space, if he wasn’t tired enough to sleep soon you may collapse.

You sit on the edge of the bed, ready to curl up like a loth cat and sleep for days. “You should probably freshen up, I’ll get the kid fed, and then we can switch if you’d like.” You remember when he was a man of few words, but you noticed that with each passing day he was getting more accustomed to having you around, time and time again he was surprising you.

You nod, beginning to unbutton your flight suit as you walk towards the fresher with your bag. When the fresher door doesn’t close directly behind you, you glance around searching for an access panel and you notice that it just tints a sheet of glass in front of you to a white smudged appearance. Interesting.

“It doesn’t look like there’s a door. Just some sort of privacy shield on the outside of the shower.” You set your bag on the sink, digging through it for a tunic to sleep in.

“The room is only meant for one person, she is bending the rules to accommodate us.” The modulator relays reality to you, and you feel as though your brain has to stitch the pieces together from fiction.

Sure enough, as you turn to heel and glance around, there is no door leading to a separate room anywhere, not even a storage area or a closet. Your eyebrows are lifted as you take in and process the situation more, to the single bed. Grogu is currently rifling through Mando’s bag in search of something he is seemingly desperate to have; a snack. “Huh.” You glance around more as if the punchline will land the moment your eyes fall on a door you missed. “Dibs on the bed.”

“You can have it Cyar’ika.” You both turn and look at the child who is trying to open a pouch of ration bars.

Your heart swells at the mysterious nickname, he uses it sparingly, and you can’t fight the fear it's something cursing you or belittling you. You haven’t the guts to ask. You’ve got plenty of things to call him, but his kindness fights the bubbling defensive tone in your throat.

“You’re too good to me.” You whisper under your breath with a laugh, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you undress and step into the warm water that falls from the ceiling like rain.

A knock on the door and you hear the clang of silverware as you run your fingers over your skin, checking for injuries that could need tending. “The food is here.”

Your foot slips on the metal floor beneath you, you barely catch yourself on the glass wall of the shower. You start to laugh in embarrassment but as you look up a metal visor is standing above the blur or security glass peering down at you, “Are you okay?”

You struggle to try to retain some of your dignity by covering your breasts and shooing him away, “Go! I’m fine!” The embarrassed laugh escapes your mouth, but you’re not as bothered by the situation as you should be.

Your cheeks start to hurt, with a smile not leaving your face as you finish up, enjoying the clean feel of your skin after nothing but desserts for almost two weeks while camping on Tattoine following a tip on a bounty.

You walk out into the room, wearing a tunic that falls just above your knee and some underwear, the chest band you wear getting on your nerves over the last few days.

The baby is curled into a blanket in a crib that must’ve been brought with the food, passed out. You look at Mando and nod in approval. He hits a button on his vambrace and the crib is enclosed similar to the kid's own that was destroyed.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. You just surprised me.” The blush creeping up your neck makes you want to physically shake it off. “No spotc-”

He pulls a carafe of the glowing blue liquid swirling it before handing it to you, “The rest is yours, I did have a little bit.” He admits with a tilt of his head, you swiftly bring the bottle to your lips, eager for a sip of the sweet liquid. You don’t notice a drop from the bottle fall down your chin and drip onto your breasts. Staining the white tunic you wear blue.

He does.

You finish some blue milk pancakes and half of a Ronto wrap. Downing sips of Spotchka in between bites of food. “Did you eat something?” You ask, taking a few seconds before you finish the last of the pancakes.

“Yes, I ate most of the pancakes.”

Your ears prick at his voice, he seems exhausted you can’t even recall the last time he slept, knowing it’s been even longer than yourself. “Maybe we can share the bed, it's bigger than both of our bunks on the crest, I know you must be exhausted.” He’s nodding with you, and you smile to reassure him, “It’s gonna be just like a wake-over.”

“A what?” He asks, slipping his boots off before crawling up to sit against the headboard. You swirl the little bit of liquid at the bottom of the carafe.

“A wake-over? You know when a friend comes over and you’re up til odd hours talking about life and boys and sex..” You trail off, waiting for him to recognize what you're describing, he’s just shaking his head.

“I guess I’ve never been to one.”

Your mouth drops open in surprise, even with your dim childhood, your dad working in mines for the empire you had a few goofy childhood memories to hold onto. “Well, I’ll show you the ropes.” you finish the rest of the alcohol its warmth spreading over your skin like wildfire, before settling next to him.

……..

“Do you usually sleep in all that armor?” You tap the silver metal with your fingernail, amused, and the light ting that rings in your ears. The heat from the alcohol feels like it's spreading into the air of the room, and sticking in the words between the two of you.

“I’m not usually sharing a bed with a pretty girl.” His tone is lighter than you’re used to. “But no.”

“It can’t be comfortable, c’mon Mando.” You tease, the foot or two between you feeling closer by the second. “I don’t bite.” You can sense the clenching of his fists in the sheet, between you, unable to see it in the dark.

“I do.” He teases, the words are almost regretful or frustrated. “I can remove the armor, is it bothering you? I just have to leave the helm.”

“Isn’t it heavy?” you muse, lifting the plate slightly with your finger. Wishing you could reach into his mind and unburden him.

“It’s like a second skin, I do fall asleep in it sometimes.” The room is pitch black, but your nerves are on fire with each little shift of the sheet, trying to calculate his body position. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, very.” You shift your hips a little, inching closer to him. “When was the last time you were with a woman? Do you get to take the helmet off for anything?” Having already cleared the topic on the agenda for your little sleepover experience, you cross the threshold for your typical conversation.

“I haven’t shown anyone my face since I was a foundling, I haven’t been with a woman since my clan was disrupted on Navaro.” He is honest, and it feels strange to hear him speak so vulnerably, but you still press on.

“I know foundlings are very important but are you required to marry Mandalorians?”

“No, that doesn’t matter, and it’s almost better because our numbers are so small.” His voice is almost a whisper, the modulator barely catching the small sounds. “One might even say it’s encouraged.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and it's like a rubberband snaps some clarity into your brain. He’s inches from your face, this is the closest you’ve ever been to him apart from him having to squeeze past you while making repairs. Even then you felt a surge of energy in your chest, an unnameable force drawing you closer to him, it frightens you because you’re so unsure of his feelings.

“So do you have a special someone? Maybe this generous Twi’lek? She was very beautiful.” You tease, doing your best to hide the jealousy in your tone.

“Twi’leks get me in trouble,” his eyes never leave your face, watching the temperature reading on your body shift as his words poke at your brain, “Do you not speak Mando’a?”

He feels your laugh reverberate off his chest plate, “Of course, I don’t speak Mando’a. I hardly know Rodian and I grew up in a Rodian’s mechanic shop.” You chuckle slightly unsure of what he’s going to say next, “I am pretty good with droidspeak, not that's any help around you.”

“I’m sure it’ll come in handy sometime. You’ve become a very important part of our little…” he pauses for a second as if looking for the right word, “crew. I’m very thankful for the way you look after the child. He likes you.”

You smile softly, eyes growing heavier by the moment as the warmth of the alcohol settles in your cheeks. “You’ve been very kind to me Mando, for a Wookie.”

“You’ve got me. I’m the galaxy’s shortest Wookie, who also happens to be a Mandalorian quite the story. Maybe I should write a holodrama.” His dry humor surprises you, but your heart thumps in your chest as you ask a question that has been bouncing around your mind since you met him.

“What is the story? I don’t know how much you know or what you’re allowed to say. But who’s the man behind the mask?” You let your finger run over the center of his chest plate feeling the ridge rise and fall with each breath.

“I don’t remember much, I was a foundling like the child.” he takes a deep breath as if chasing your hand as it pulls away to adjust your pillow.

“I’m sorry.” Your heart swells in your chest, you’ve seen him interact with the child and the love he carries for his covert. It moves you to know that this skilled and deadly man lying in front of you is also the best possible thing to have happened to you and that he has brought with him the adorable little man you’ve grown to love. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done for me. I think you and the little guy are the best things to happen to me.”

You’ve never wanted to see his face so badly. It’s as if you’re feeling your relationship with him shift, feeling the need to be closer to him with every passing beat of your heart.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when his hand comes to rest on top of yours between your faces, “Cyar’ika, I don’t know where else the adventures with the little one will take us but I hope, after he’s reunited with his kind, I can still find more places in the galaxy to show you.”

Your chest constricts, trapping a light gasp you suppress. “What does Cyar’ika mean?” The air in the room is electric, and you can feel each nerve in your body brim with energy like you’re ready to combust.

The only word you can use to describe his tone is bashful, the faceless man smiling the word, “Sweetheart.”

You surge closer to him, aching to kiss him before catching yourself, his hand finding up to your face and tilting your forehead to his. The cool metal only makes you realize just how warm your skin is. “I can’t take it off, but this is a Mandalorian kiss.” He runs his thumb across your cheek soothingly, “I will kiss you mesh’la, that is more of a need than a promise.”

You nod, not able to help the rush of need overwhelming your thoughts. You wanted to see him, feel his skin under your hands for the first time, and you wanted the taste of blue-milk pancakes off his tongue. You gulp, “Am I allowed to touch you?” You lift a corner of his chest plate in question.

The bed moves and dips beneath you, and before your heart can stop you hear the clang of his armor hitting the ground. The helmet hisses out a groan as his body presses against yours, the flight suit and your tunic the only barrier between your wanting skin and his. Briefly considering turning on the light, just so you could get a glimpse of your companion, you hesitate for a moment before you let your fingers run over the endlessly broad expanse of his chest.

The first thing you clock is his warmth against your palm, then you feel it rise and fall with his breath, the clip of his heart echoing with your own. You let your hand shift, more confident now, creep up to the back of his neck letting your fingers run over the little bit of hair peeking from below his helmet, his body tensing for a brief moment before practically keening into your touch. “I want to feel your skin, my sweet girl.”

You nod, sitting up briefly to lift the tunic over your head the cool air of the room immediately sending a shiver up your spine. His gloved hand ghosts up your side, every nerve in your body being coaxed into submission by his finger. He caresses your cheek, and you’re stunned by its size and the tender swipes of his thumb over your lips before he’s pressing it into your mouth. Instinct kicks in and your teeth bite at the soft leather offering a small tug, you are rewarded with a muffled groan.

His hand slips out of the glove with ease, immediately falling to caress your breasts, pinching your nipple between his fingers. You gasp as the sharp jolt of pain turns to pleasure as he soothes the sensitive bud with his thumb. “So beautiful, so soft.”

Blush continues to heat your cheeks and you nervously laugh, “Can you see?” your voice is a little timid as you feel the shift of his gaze wrack over your body through the emotionless veil of his visor.

“Everything mesh’la,” The strain in his voice is a warning before he’s pulling your body flush against his, “beautiful.” He offers the translation this time and the adjective seeps into your skin with each caress of his hands over the rises and falls of your curves.

You try to count the fingers that are touching you, you feel for scales, tentacles, and even the hairy palms of a Wookie. All you discern is warmth and tenderness, nerves on fire making you unable to sit still.

You press your forehead against his helmet, attempting to urge him to move on. “Can I see your skin?” You let your hands toy with the zipper at the base of his throat, letting your fingers brush over sparse but coarse rough hair and warm skin. Does he have a beard?

“I don’t want the lights to wake the child.” His pram sits a few feet away, “Next time.”

You nod, pulling the zipper down lightly asking for permission, he moves away from you but pulls up to sit straight as he stands. His body towers over you, and you let your hand tug the zipper down a few inches, barely able to discern the swell of his pectoral muscles, and the delicious hollow above his collarbones. You run your fingers over the rigid muscle tone of his chest, lavishing in the soft skin, fingers brushing over a rougher patch, a scar, or a birthmark.

“It doesn’t hurt, it was from a bounty on Yavin-7.” You nod, gently tracing over the raised skin, wondering what other old wounds you could soothe and memorize, each little story behind the marks on his body. Pulling the zipper down to his hips, you see the dark contrast of his briefs against his skin, a moan catches in the back of your throat. You reach to push the fabric of the flight suit off his shoulders, but he beats you to it, stepping out the pant legs and pulling his arms free.

“Keep your hands on me, please.” He guides your hands over his abdomen, the dip of his navel, the waistband of his underwear. He pauses, asking for permission to continue, your heart slams in your chest, the need to satisfy him in any way possible the only thing on your mind. Your hand brushes over the length, pleasantly taken aback by his size. Your thumb rubs small light circles over the head of his cock while staring up towards his visor. You’re unable to make anything other than his silhouette out, but you feel his gaze steady and hot on your exposed bodies, watching your every move.

“See what you do to me Cyar’ika?” His hips push against your hand, his voice as breathless as you feel, “It’s all for you sweet girl, take what you want.”

Not wasting any precious time, you lean forward slightly, letting your tongue run across his length clocking the slight shutter to his breath through the modulator. A trail of wet, open-mouth kisses follows as you let a finger trace over the waistband half teasing and a half asking for him to remove them.

When you lift your hand a moment, you blink and they’re around his ankles then gone, discarded in the cloud of darkness that surrounds the two of you. His cock bobs, aching and dripping in front of you and you hurry, falling to your knees, to suck down the beads of precome he offers you.

“Maker,” husk sounds fall his helm and reverberate in your ears, “I’ve never done this before.” When you pull away from him slightly, he chokes out, “Had someone’s mouth on me like that. Never had time. Please.”

Not one to deny him, at least not this time, you let your tongue swirl over the sensitive head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. His abdomen tenses under your palms and his hips lift to push further into your mouth on instinct, you adjust accordingly swallowing around him eagerly. You begin to move your head in time with his short shallow thrusts, taking as much of him as you can bare without gagging at first, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible.

You hold his hips steady as you lower your mouth further, relaxing your throat and tears brimming as you try and take as much of him as possible, your jaw aching and throat constricting around him as you struggle to accommodate his girth. His fingers find purchase on your scalp, tangling in your hair and pulling lightly.

Letting him take control you relax further, flattening your tongue to add more pressure to the underside of his cock, milking more of that salty precome down your throat as his thrusts grow rougher spurred on by your eager moans.

He pulls away after a few moments, panting and staring at the obscene sight of your lips swollen and wet with spit that dribbles onto your chest. He pushes your body up onto the bed, fingers running through your drenched folds, you find yourself writhing against him aching for any stimulation he offers you.

He brushes a skilled thumb over your clit, listening intently for a hitch in your breath he may or may not have heard from your bunk too many times to count.

You throw an arm to cover your eyes, focusing on the way he rubs small focused circles over your clit, moving every so often to gather your slick from your core, before circling back up. Fighting the urge to beg and fuck yourself against his hand, you whine low and desperate.

“What is it, sweetheart?” His tone is almost taunting like he’s pulling you up to the precipice of climax on sheer luck alone. “Is there something you need?” He swipes over your entrance before sinking two digits to the hilt and immediately curling it up pushing against the spongy spot inside you that makes your vision white. He draws out your first orgasm of the night expertly, your legs shaking with the force of the sudden release.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your skin, making your hair cling to your neck and forehead and breath coming out in shaking gasps. “You’re more beautiful than ever mesh’la.” If there was excess blood in your body, it was in your cheeks, you weren’t sure of the look on his face but he was smug and proud of the mess you made for him in his voice.

He pulls his fingers from you, and his hand disappears and you hear a moan from above you, “So fucking good, sweet girl.” You struggle to comprehend his words when you’re pulled to the edge of the bed, legs falling apart in desperation.

His hands ghost over your breasts again, coaxing your body as if he was guiding it with string. If you didn’t know any better you’d think his helmet needed repairs, the gruff static of his breath washed over your body, wondering how much detail he could gather from the gaze of the helm. He circled your navel, bringing a single finger up to the tip of your chin and tilting it up.

A bright flash of light blinds you. You flinch away, trying to let your eyes adjust. The first thing you see is a tan human appearing hand spreading across your chest possessively. You can see the goose flesh littered across your skin, but when you try and look at the Mandalorian's helm the light obscures your vision.

You make out a familiarly broad chest, a tampered but muscular abdomen, and a light trail of dark hair partially obscured by his thick heavy cock bobbing angrily in time with his movements.

He sinks his fingers back into you. A small plea falls from your mouth, fists gathering the comforter at your sides. He’s gentler this time, he works at an agonizingly slow pace. Scissoring and twisting his fingers under the harsh scrutiny of his tactical light, lifting his free hand to rub delicately over your overstimulated clit.

It takes every ounce of self-control to not crawl away from him, the sensitivity almost unbearable, but his movements are seductive. Like the movements of his hands are rewarding you with each passing stroke of the pain.

Slowly you begin to grind against him, shifting your hips so you can almost bounce on his hand aiming for the spot you know he’s avoiding. You’re writhing under him before you know it, filthy pleas and whines are spoken outside of your consciousness. It’s not until the brink of your second orgasm that you realize the words are coming from you.

His pace is steady and unrelenting, the fire in your belly building with each passing second. He notices the roll of your hips becoming more dramatic and your jaw falling slack in a silent cry. “Make some noise for me Mesh’la. Cum for me before I fuck you as I’ve dreamed about.”

You try to focus your vision on the flex of his arm and the veins straining under his skin, but his cock is the real star of the show. Thick and glistening with a mixture of your saliva and his precome. You’re eager to feel him splitting you open, to know the way his cock feels when it sputters rope upon rope of cum inside of you.

The thought of being filled by him sends you over the edge, your orgasm careening through your body as you thrash against him again. A rush of your cum coats his fingers, and you watch closer this time as the helm tilts up and his fingers disappear and presumably sink into his mouth.

He moans, swearing under his breath and fisting his dick in his free hand. You struggle to hold your head up to watch, your neck and body exhausted.

Your chest rises and falls as he strokes himself under the harsh light of his helm, before letting the head of his cock trace your entrance. Gathering your wetness on the tip he brushes over your hypersensitive clit, a smug huff coming from the strong man above you.

The gaze of his helmet is heavy and delectable as you arch, displaying your body and the spoils of your release for him, silently begging for more.

Finally, he sinks into you in one slow and satisfying push, both of your moans mixing as you fight to sit up, wanting to see him seated inside you completely.

You throw an arm around his neck for support, the shift in angle making the impossible stretch even more delightful. He bends and presses the cold metal bite of his helm to your forehead, another kiss. You follow the tilt of the beskar down to the glorious view of your pussy flushed and glistening, covered in your cum being absolutely split open by his thick cock.

The two of you watch enamored as he slowly pulls out, sick squelches echoing in the quiet room as he continues to work you open. “Mesh’la,” he picks up the pace, the pleasure quickly overwhelming your brain. “Fuck this might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

His praising words weaken your posture, feeling the adoration wash over your skin like you would stroke a loth cat, coaxing you to relax and fall against the mattress; mouldable clay under his breathless flattery. The long strokes feel like ecstasy each one making your fists furl tightly into the sheets.

He shifts your body slightly, lifting you so your ass is partially dangling off the bed, allowing him to pitch his hips up into you. You feel his hands settle on your lower belly, applying a soft pressure before he picks up his pace, fucking up against your g-spot with sniper-like precision.

Fuck.

The change of angle has your muscles limp, unable to do anything but revel in the pressure building in your gut. Even staring into the black abyss of the ceiling, you feel his stare fixated on the movement of your breasts in pace with his hips.

He swears under his breath, something in a language you don’t understand, but he brings a hand to rest on your throat, you keen, exposing yourself more.

A man of his capabilities wrapping a hand around your neck should bring panic and fear to your heart, but instead, a rush of liquid pours out of you, coating your thighs and his abdomen glistens with your release smearing between the two of you as he follows suit, pushing deep and spilling into your spent cunt with a modulated groan.

His shoulders fall slightly, visibly exhausted and tense with sensitivity. You let out a small giggle at the nervous tension growing between the two of you. The helmet quirks to the side defensively, and you quickly add “Thank you.”

He lets out a dry chuckle, “Thank you?” your cheeks warm as he caresses the line of your waist with a single finger, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, I should be the one saying thank you.”

Catching his hand in yours, you offer a reassuring squeeze. “I’ve wanted it too, must’ve been the language barrier.”

He pulls his softening cock from you, letting the light fall to the sight of his cum sliding out of you before clicking off and your vision going with it. You give him a moment to move around you before pulling yourself to lean against the headboard.

The fresher light kicks on as din walks to the sink, finally getting a good glimpse of the crisp muscular lines of his body as the fluorescent lights highlight them artfully. “Can you bring me a-”

“Beat you to it.” He turns to hold a damp cloth in his hands. The muscles in his arms are prominent and lead your gaze to the rows of corded muscles that stretch through his pecks. The light dissipates as he crosses the threshold again.

Suppressing a frown you let him clean your thighs, and as he discards the towel you find the courage to speak your mind, “You’re pretty mesh’la yourself Mando.”

You take the shy wheeze from under the helmet to heart, enthralled to be so close to him that the words straight from his breath fall to your ears.

“Say it again.”

#the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #mandalorianedit #the mandalorian smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin smut #Star Wars #star wars fanfiction

[amaya-writes]

hey !! i recently found your page and i’m in love with your fics :) could i request a nsfw headcanons in a relationship with kiyotaka ayanokouji? if he minds pda, how intimate he is, if he does the first move and such, for example! thank you, have a great day <3

Notes: sorry this took forever

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI

Characters involved: Kiyotaka Ayanokoji

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Kiyotaka has never really had a high libido. This mainly has to do with the white room but also the fact that he doesn't really see the importance of sex.

For him, the only significance it has is to procreate but since he doesn't want children, that just gives him another reason to hold no interest in sex.

However, if the two of you were in a relationship, then he completely understands that you would have some sexual needs that need to be met.

His first thought is to allow you to fulfil those needs elsewhere. He doesn't really mind the idea of an open relationship, especially since the two of you are probably dating as some sort of scheme rather than an actual relationship.

But Kiyotaka knows you wouldn't be fine with that. He knows that you hold some semblance of an emotional attachment to him, which is why he does have sex with you from time to time. It's just that he generally does it for you and not himself.

This is why he can often be viewed as a pleasure dom since he makes it all about you.

Kiyotaka knows enough about sex to be able to adequately satisfy you, and over time he also learns your sexual likes and dislikes.

He can be very insightful so he can tell when you want to try something but won't verbally say it.

If you ever want to try and please him then he's open to it but it would definitely be a new experience for him. Don't be surprised if it takes a little while for him to actually get into it.

He's the same with PDA. If that's something you're into then he'll be open to doing it, but Kyotaka isn't interested in it.

Kiyotaka's go-to is normally just an arm around your waist but if you're into something more or he's in a situation where he needs to be affectionate in front of others then he's fine with kissing your neck.

This is normally followed by whispers about his plan or what he needs you to do.

Kiyotaka might not have a very high libido, but at the end of the day, he's also human and does get horny every once in a while.

In these situations, he can be surprisingly forward about his needs.

Kiyotaka understands why people would normally be bashful about voicing such needs but he doesn't really feel embarrassed about it.

#ayanokoji scenarios #ayanokoji hcs #ayanokoji x reader #ayanokoji x you #kiyotaka ayanokouji #ayanokoji x y/n #ayanokoji headcanons #kiyotaka x reader #ayanokoji imagines #ayanokoji smut #classroom of the elite x reader #classroom of the elite x you

[roseborough-if]

[a slife of life / romance story set in the countryside of emerald acres]  🤍

DEMO (TBA) / PINTEREST / KO-FI

Note from the author: Hi and welcome! I'm Vilna (she/any). This is my first interactive fiction project that is still very early in developement. I was inspired by various medias, primarily Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon, to develope my own little game in novel format written in twine. I hope you enjoy your stay! 

Tales from Roseborough and this blog is only suitable for 18+ audience for eventual optional sexual content. Ask box is open for any kind questions (nsfw included).

THE STORY:

You are a farmer who has very recently become one after your distant grandparents you've never met have died and have left their old farm and everything that comes with it solely to you.

You don't know why they would do such a thing but you have been quite bored of your current life for some time so you decide to take a leap faith and leave the comforts of the city behind to move into the idyllic Emerald Acres for a new beginning. The countryside is certainly breathtakingly beautiful; your new farmhouse comes with a huge garden exceeding all of your expectations and the animals are so cuddly and cute, too!

Unfortunately, you have no idea what you're doing but it can't be that hard to run a small farm all by yourself. Can it? Maybe with some help from the other residents of Emerald Acres you may have a better chance at making it...

Fully customizable MC. Decide your character's name, gender (trans + non-binary inclusive), pronouns, physical appearance, personality & background ++ The only thing that is locked in is that MC will always be queer-coded, no matter how you play them. 🏳️‍🌈

Name and maintain your farm by taking care of your animals and garden. Do you thrive in your new life as a farmer or do you hate every second of it? Will you settle down permanently or will you return back to the city with your tail between your legs?

Discover family secrets! Apparently the farm and the house come with certain strings attached.

Choose an animal companion who will follow along with you on your adventures.

Explore the Emerald Acres: the village of Roseborough, the Wuthering Woods, Honeyfur river and other surroundings.

Romance 1 out of 6 possible candidates. Queerplatonic routes are available for Juniper and Bunny/Bo.

Build lasting friendships with the other main cast + side characters.

ROMANCE OPTIONS:

🧸 Bunny / Bo Abernathy [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

B, along with their daughter Sunny, is your new friendly neighbour who owns a farm a couple of kilometers away from you. They are always willing to listen to your troubles and help in any small or big way they can. They are one of the kindest people you've ever met but remain surprisingly tight-lipped about themself, perhaps for a good reason.

»»-----------► I've never known someone like you. Someone who makes me feel so loved and happy that I feel like I could just float away.

🔧 Oskari Kivi [M], he/him. || intro.

You never expected to meet him again here of all places. Oskari is a city boy through and through and your past with him is complicated (whether you were lovers or just friends) and you haven't seen him in at least four years since your fallout. You're not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that he hasn't changed at all.

»»-----------► I missed you. A lot. I just wanted you to know that.

🐾 James Briar [F], she/her. || intro.

The fact that James is hot as hell only slightly makes up for her rude and disagreeable behaviour when you first meet her. She is the town's only vet so you will need her services from time to time whether you like it or not. James seems to have great love for animals, but claims that fellow humans are not her thing. You don't quite know what to make of her.

»»-----------► When I first met you I thought you were a spoiled city brat. Turns out I sort of like it.

🦋 Juniper Starling [NB], fae/faer. || intro.

Juniper is an eccentric but respected figure in Roseborough as fae runs a small (and free!)  healer's clinic offering help without turning anyone away. Fae must be one of the most beautiful people you've ever met and seems to always have a line of suitors following faer wherever fae goes. You need to stick out if you want faer attention.

»»-----------► You are certainly an interesting one, kitten. I will have to keep a close eye on you.

🥧 Willow / William Higgins [F/M], she/her or he/him. || intro.

Will is almost as new in the town as you; they bought the tavern of Rosebud a few months prior and are still adjusting to their job and everything that comes with it. Will clearly feels out of place and lonely in their current situation, at least before meeting you. They seem friendly, if a little overly flirty, and eager to get to know you.

»»-----------► Oh, you are absolutely precious, sunshine. I could just eat you up for a dessert. 

🔮 Sage Moonfall [NB], he/him and they/them. || intro.

The people of Roseborough call him the Hermit of Wuthering Woods but that seems to be only a fraction of the truth. There's a rumour that they are over a century old and something not entirely human, but no one has the courage to approach them to actually ask. He seems to be endlessly fascinated by you.

»-----------► Tell me: what do you desire? I could make that happen with the snap of my fingers.

#interactive fiction #twine wip #lgbtq #dating sim #interactive novel #queer fiction #tales from roseborough #roseborough if

[felassan]

In this September 2023 episode of The Corner of Story and Game (“a podcast about the stories inside of games, the games that writers play, and the writers that create games”), it’s an interview with David Gaider. he talks about his early days at BioWare, a bit about Dragon Age development (including about an idea they had at one point for a Revelry demon or similar), about Stray Gods, creating a musical RPG, and crafting branching narratives in games in general.

A few quotes and notes are under the cut (due to length.)

Host: “Looking back, if you could give one piece of advice to young David before he started down this road, what would that piece of advice be?” DGaider: “That’s a hard one. […] I worked for BW for 17 years. I think my advice would probably have been, don’t give your loyalty to a company. It probably sounds a little depressing, but I mean, I think I always threw myself into my work as if it was my life, and I think that in the long run that was detrimental. Because, I mean, companies are companies, they put themselves first. You are ultimately expendable. You can give everything to them, be intrinsic to making them successful, but they’re never gonna give you that kind of love back, so. I think that would’ve been good advice to hear. It’s like, they called me ‘The Machine’ [because of how much he wrote so fast]. I did sooo much work to the point that it affected my health. I burned myself out. I had like three different periods of burnout while I was writing and they were each progressively worse than before. I always looked on it at the time as like a personal failure, like oh my god, I can’t write anymore, maybe this isn’t what I’m supposed to do. It stressed me out, it affected my health, I gained weight, you know, it really affected me on a personal level because I attached so much of my personal self-worth to how good I was at this job. […] That was a lesson that was a long time coming.”

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DG: “The thing about Dragon Age, weirdly, was that every time a game went out it always sold better than anyone ever, on the publisher side, than anybody expected it to. We always expected it to be selling worse than Mass Effect for some reason, but it always sold better. [laughs] To my eternal amusement.”

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DG: “I really enjoyed working with the composer and writing the lyrics [for the musical scene in DA:I after Haven is attacked]. So having done that, I had this idea that sort of wormed its way into my head, possibly after watching the musical episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The thing I liked, the musical element of it was diagenic, like it was in the world, it was happening and everybody knew they were singing, it wasn’t just a metaphor for them expressing their feelings, like they knew they were singing and it was weird. And I was like, oh, what if we did something like this, and it’s happening, and we have a dream realm, in the Fade, and what if the characters, like there was some kind of demon, a demon of Revelry or something like that that was making them sing.” The whole team, especially voiceover and localization, were very excited about this idea, but the bosses were like whoa, whoa [as to them it sounded like a lot of work to do], “if we sell 10 million copies, then yes we will do that DLC.” “which was sort of their way of saying no, because there was like, no chance, but we got pretty close, surprisingly.” “But they kind of pooh-pooh’d it, I think the main worry was they thought it wasn’t a very commercial idea. I mean like, I don’t think you understand our audience, but okay.”

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The host asked "What would you say is the best compliment you've ever received on something you've created?" DG said that nothing really hit home as much as a fan's response to his character Dorian in DA:I. he related how this is the character he put most of himself into as a gay man, and how a lot of players were personally affected by Dorian and his story. one one occasion, a player emailed him and expressed that they had been contemplating ending things as they hadn't been able to come out due to their religious family. they were feeling conflicted, and played the game as a form of escape. "Dorian was a revelation" to this person and game them the courage to come out to their brother, stand up to their family and move out. the player told David "I just wanted you to know that your character saved my life."

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internet discourse started mainly around the time that DAII came out. around then it reached its height and they received a lot of hate, which was very concerning and distressing for DG personally. but moments like the one Dorian inspired were the kind of thing that made it worthwhile. "To actually touch someone to that point is like, wow."

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"I never thought back when I started that games could be anything else [than heteronormative]. that's just the way I assumed it would always be. I never considered the possibility of an alternative until Jade Empire. there was a different team, I didn't work on Jade Empire and I still don't know who to this day brought up putting same-sex romances into that game, but here I was working on Dragon Age when I heard that they were doing it and that the company was okay with it. I was shocked. I was like, can we do that? Can we put that into DA? Is that a thing we can do? The idea that I could also tell stories that took more personally from my own life, that was news, and powerful." it was a revelation for players and for the people making the game.

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[source and link to complete interview] <- pls note there's quite a bit more discussed in the interview than what is noted in this post.

#dragon age #bioware #mass effect #video games #long post #longpost #lgbtq #homophobia cw #suicide cw #jade empire

[wildsupernova]

Smoke and Whiskey

summary: Steve hadn’t let himself get attached to anyone since he became detective. In his line of work, being cold was just an expectation. But when a beautiful jazz singer finds herself in danger, he begins to rethink that.

pairings: detective!steve x singer!reader film noir au

warnings: strong language, violence, mentions of death

Word count: 4k

a/n: hey there! this is mostly just a post i wanted to put up while i’m working on some other stuff. i’m also testing this sort of world out to see if you guys like it, and if you do, i’ll do some more little stories with these two characters! sorry if it’s a bit clunky, noir is surprisingly difficult to write, but i really enjoyed trying to break out into this world. thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy! <3

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Steve hated jazz clubs. Maybe it was his cynical nature, or his constant pessimistic attitude, but something about them got on his nerves. Maybe it was the cloud of smoke that turned the room hazy, or the cheap alcohol served in crystal glasses that doubled as ashtrays, or maybe it was the side-eyed glances he got from the patrons the second they laid eyes on his badge. Whatever it was always made him irritable, and he wouldn’t spend more time in one that he had to. 

Tonight was no different. The club was one of the higher end establishments in town, crystal chandeliers casting a dim light over the room that was only made darker by the cigarette smoke that curled up from almost every table in the room. Steve held a cigarette of his own between his lips, fingers running along the edge of the shimmering crystal whiskey glass the bartender had handed to him a few moments ago. His eyes scanned the room with the precision of a practiced investigator, taking note of every familiar face he saw in the crowd. Gangsters, mobsters, career criminals. Almost everyone in here had some sort of record that they claimed to have put in the past. 

He wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for Callahan. Steve didn’t know what the officer had against him, but everytime he got the chance, he was sliding Steve another hefty case file. He was probably still bitter over being passed over for the promotion; Detective Callahan just didn’t have the ring to it that Detective Harrington did. 

He desperately wanted to get back to his office and drown himself in a good bottle of whiskey and stare at case files until his eyes hurt, but he had to do this first. She was the only link between the victims that anyone could find. 

Steve didn’t know why nobody talked to her before. Maybe it was shitty investigative work, or nobody could get a hold of her, maybe a mix of both. He was willing to put money on the former though; the department was going to shit ever since the Chief left, and nothing he could do would save it. Money was being thrown down the drain, the new chief taking in any new recruit that wanted a place on the force, leaving them with nothing but washed up middle aged fathers looking for a little bit of glory. Steve had been the best one to come through in the past 5 years, and now he had a shiny new detective badge and a corner office to show for it. 

He winced as the cheap whiskey touched his tongue, burning his throat as he swallowed. It wasn’t smooth like the expensive aged whiskey he kept locked up in his desk drawer; this was cheap, too many flavors mixing together to form a mixture of alcohol and spices that merely looked like whiskey. The other men in the bar seemed to be enjoying it. He had a feeling they just had bad taste.

He moved his arm to adjust the revolver that rested in the holster pressed against his ribs, showing it off to the man that gave him a sideways glance as he passed. His glass clinked against the polished wood of the bartop as he placed it back down, and the bartender was already replacing the empty glass with a full one. 

His eyes latched themselves to the stage as the crowd around him began to quiet their murmuring, lights above his head dimming until the room was painted a hazy pale yellow. He adjusted the way he sat on the barstool and leaned to his side as the stage’s curtains parted slowly. 

The sound of heels against wood echoed through the now silent bar, pulling his attention away from his glass and towards the stage. Long legs draped in a shroud of red silk came through the curtains first, a slit in the skirt parting it just enough for one leg to peek through as she walked. His eyes traveled up her legs to where her dress cinched at the waist, shaped and tied with a delicate precision that drew his eyes up and towards the face of the woman who wore it. Her lashes fluttered as she waved at the men in the bar with manicured nails, blowing kisses to the men who threw wolf whistles her way. The diamonds she wore on her neck and ears shimmered in the stage lights, and as her eyes passed over him, her red-painted smile grew wider, a color only comparable to the glass of cabernet the woman sitting next to him sipped from. 

She was far more beautiful than the flyers made her out to be. He found himself entranced by her as she stepped up to the microphone, and the moment she spoke in a sultry, smooth tone he couldn’t focus on anything else in the room. 

“It is such a delight to see so many familiar faces sitting in those seats tonight.” Her voice echoed off the walls around him, interrupted by the soft hollers and cheers from the men around the bar. She flashed each of them a smile and a wave before turning her attention to him, almost as if she had sought him out amongst the crowd. “And it is even more delightful to see some new faces out in the crowd tonight. Tonight’s performance is real special, so grab another glass and enjoy.”

A round of applause filled the room when she released her grip on the mic, head turning to look over her shoulder at the man behind the piano. With nothing more than a nod, he began to play, and seconds later, her voice came in to accompany.

He wasn’t really one to believe in Heaven and angels, but the way she sounded just might convert him. It was almost supernatural the way her voice swirled around his head, painting pictures behind his eyes that disappeared each time he blinked. In the silence that lingered after one song ended and the next began, his hand tightened around his whiskey glass, as if his body yearned to hear her voice again. 

He joined the audience in their round of applause as she made her final bow, flashing him one last smile and bat of her eyes as she turned to walk back through the curtain. He let out a breath as she disappeared behind the velvet, sliding a folded up bill to the bartender next to his third empty glass of the night. His hands adjusted his vest before he snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray, standing up from his barstool and crossing the distance to the mahogany door labeled ‘Employees Only’. The bouncer tried to stop him, but one flash of his badge and he was let through. 

As the door closed behind him, the conversation in the bar behind him became muffled, replaced instead by the soft melody of jazz floating from a nearby radio. His footsteps were softened by the checkered carpet lining the hallway, and when he reached the end, he found himself in front of a tall, red wooden door cracked open no more than an inch. A knock of his fist against the door two times elicited a soft response from the woman on the other side, so he pushed his palm against the door to swing it open on its hinges. 

The smell of rosewater perfume wafted towards him as he opened the door, the soft tones of smooth jazz echoing from a small radio perched on a table in the corner of the room. Practically every surface in the dressing room was occupied by a bouquet of flowers; some roses, a few tulips, half dead daisies that were shoved off into one corner. Makeup and half empty bottles of perfume were lined up meticulously at the base of the mirror attached to the vanity, as if she had a new perfume for every outfit. The woman sitting at the vanity popped her lips as she finished reapplying her lipstick, wiping away a smudge that had escaped the line of her lips. She blotted her lips on an already stained handkerchief, placing the tube back down on the vanity and turning towards the door. 

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” She leaned her head against her hand, the sleeve of her robe falling down her arm just a bit. “What can I do for you, Detective?”

Steve had to take a moment to compose himself before he spoke. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, trying not to stare down the front of her dress as she leaned forwards. 

“Are you,” Another cough as his words got caught in his throat. “Are you aware of a murder that occurred at 12:47 am this morning?”

“There’s plenty of murders in this town, sir. You’ll have to be specific.” He fumbled for the notepad in his pocket, flipping it open. 

“Did you happen to know a ‘Robert Edwin’?” The woman’s face fell, lips no longer flashing him a sultry smile and eyes suddenly dim. She sat up a little straighter. “He was murdered last night.”

“Robbie?” She held a hand over her mouth, a small bit of maroon coming off on her palm. “Yeah, course I know Robbie. He’s my…was my manager. Known him since I was 7.” She stood from her seat and tugged her robe shut tighter. “He’s…He’s dead? You’re sure it was him?”

Steve felt something twist in his chest. Most of the time, it wasn’t hard to make death notifications like this, but the way she was shaking, trying not to break down in tears had him wishing he never had come here. He supposed it was better him than one of the other detectives known to be callous and cruel. 

“His family made the notification, we’re sure.” She wiped away a tear that made its way out, standing up straighter and morphing her face into a neutral expression. 

“What do you need from me, Detective?”

“Do any of these other names sound familiar to you? Laura Mareau, Eli William, James Carmen?” Her face paled as he read out the list. 

“Eli and James were old boyfriends of mine, but those ships sailed years ago. Laura…Laura beat me out for top spot at the Silver Angel last month. Why?”

“They were all found murdered earlier this week.”

“Oh my…” She was finding it hard to speak, beginning to pace back and forth. “Why? Who would do this?”

“That’s what I’m here to figure out.” He took a step closer to her, lowering his voice in an attempt to be soft and soothing. He felt that it didn’t really work much, but the stuttered breath of relief she let out told him he did something right. “Do you know of anyone who would want people close to you dead? Anything strange that’s been happening recently?”

Her face paled as her eyes snapped to the pile of dying daisies in the corner. 

“Everyday, there’s a new bouquet of daisies in my dressing room, always with the same note. Never a name, just the words ‘for you’. It can't possibly be anyone I know, because they all know I hate daisies.” She wrapped her arms around herself, as if suddenly feeling too vulnerable in the small room. “I just…throw them in the corner until they die and it's time to throw them out, I never thought much of it.”

“Anything else happens, anything at all, you call me, alright?” Steve quickly scribbled his office number down on an empty page from his notebook, handing it over to her. She took it with shaky hands, making her way over to a small decanter of clear alcohol sitting on a table next to a pair of chairs. She poured herself a drink and downed it in one go, leaving a deep red lipstick stain on the rim. Steve turned to leave, but her voice calling out stopped him.

“Detective? Be honest with me.” She paused, as if she was trying to stop the words from coming out. “Am I in danger?”

Normally his response would be callous and brutal, but he took a moment to find the right answer. “It’s…possible, yes.”

She didn’t respond verbally, only pouring herself another drink and drank it just as quickly as the first. He came back to her side, laying a hand on her shoulder. 

“Look, I will do whatever I can to make sure nothing happens to you. You have my word.” He flashed her the best smile he could muster and she laughed. 

“You know, when I saw you sitting at that bar, you looked like someone who’d never spoken with kindness a day in their life.” Her eyes softened. “I guess I was wrong. Maybe cynicism is just a hard habit to unlearn.”

He dropped his arm from her shoulder and took a few steps back to the door. 

“I suppose it might be.” The door latch clicked as he turned the handle, pushing it open just a bit. “You need anything, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you, Detective…?”

“Harrington. Steve Harrington.”

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The commotion outside of his office made him raise his head from his hands, a stray strand of hair falling into his eyes. He swiped it back into place and stood from his desk, closing the open manilla folder that had held his attention for the past hour.

“You don’t understand, I need to see him.” A feminine voice echoed from the other side of the door, tone irritated and bordering on frantic. Steve would have thought the male voice that responded was condescending if he didn’t already know that’s just how Officer Callahan sounded all the time. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the corner of his desk and opened the door.

“Ma’am, you can’t just walk in here and demand to see someone.”

“The hell I can’t! Not when someone is trying to kill me!”

“How do you know someone is trying to kill you?”

“That’s what I’m trying to explain to you, you slimy, arrogant bas-”

“Y/N.” As amused as Steve was at the way Callahan’s face had turned red from the singer’s insults, he stepped in before it escalated any further. Her face immediately softened and her shoulders relaxed when she saw him. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, Detective, thank god you’re here. I kept calling and nobody was answering so I-” Her mouth was moving at a mile a minute, words spilling out so fast he could barely understand them. 

“Slow down, slow down. And call me Steve, please.”

She sucked in a breath before speaking again. 

“When I got to my dressing room this morning, the entire place was trashed, like someone had just…ran in and destroyed everything I owned. The only thing untouched was a vase of half dead daisies and a note. I didn’t know where else to go, and you said that if anything strange happened, I should call you.”

Steve placed a hand on the small of her back as he led her towards the door to his office, her shoulders loosening as she melted into his touch. 

“You did the right thing by coming here. Don’t worry, you’ve got nothin’ to worry about.”

“Thank you, Dete-Steve.” Steve shot Callahan a scolding look before shutting the door to his office, nodding for her to sit down in the chair across from his own. She straightened her skirt before she did, lifting her hat off of her head and placing it in her lap. 

“You gave Callahan quite the lashing out there.” She sat a bit straighter. 

“I deal with men like him all the time. Brutish, arrogant, think a title and a gun makes them better than everyone else.”

“Most women would have just apologized and kept begging.”

“Well, I pride myself on not being like most women.”

“That much I can see.” He tried to make conversation to keep her calm, and it seemed to work well enough judging by the small smile on her face. Steve poured himself a glass of whiskey before offering one to the woman sitting across from him-which she politely declined-and sat down in the chair across from her. “What’s in that letter that’s got you coming in here and yelling at a police officer at 9 am?”

She rummaged around in her purse and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it across the desk and towards Steve.

“I found this in my dressing room this morning. First thing I did was try to call, but when you didn’t answer, I had to come down here and show you in person.”

Steve picked up the note and looked at it. It was something out of a bad movie cliche, words glued onto the paper with magazine and newspaper clippings. On their own, he likely would have chalked them up as an empty threat, but the recent murders had him believing that whoever put the letter together was likely serious. 

“Do you have any idea who might have wrote this?”

“I have plenty of weird fans, Detective. My regulars write me angry letters all the time because they’re upset I give my attention to someone else. If so many people hadn’t been…murdered, I would have thought this was just another angry fan.”

Steve could see the worry on her face and in her tone, even through the brave front she was putting up. He placed a hand atop her own, trying his best to offer comfort. 

“You don’t have to worry, okay? I’ll be at that club every night until this stops if I have to.”

“Thank you.” She sniffled a bit, trying to wipe away her tears before he could see them. Her hands shook, and it wasn’t hard to tell that she was terrified. “You’re quite the detective, you know.”

Steve found himself blushing. 

“Just doing my job.” She stood from the chair and straightened her clothes, hand gripping the door handle and twisting. 

“Well, it’s been a long time since this town has had a competent man wearing the badge.” She pulled the door open and took a step through, turning to him with a smile. “And one who isn’t too bad to look at.” She shut the door behind her, and once he heard the door click shut, he laughed to himself and took another drink from his glass. 

“Some woman.”

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Never did he think he’d be back in the same jazz club twice in one week, but here he was, cigarette in hand, smoke swirling around his head until it melted in with the haze already covering the room. The soft chatter of patrons bounced from wall to wall until it reached his ears, ice in his whiskey long melted since the waiter had brought it to his table. 

He was only here because of her. Because if something happened to her he wasn’t sure he could live with himself. It didn’t make sense; in his line of work, you weren’t supposed to get attached. You desensitize yourself and break everything down to victims and offenders to make it easier on you. You aren’t supposed to feel what he was feeling. 

He wanted to protect her, but not in the same way he wanted to protect the city. He wanted to wrap her up and keep her in a glass case if it meant nothing bad would ever happen to her. 

He’d told himself he wouldn’t let this happen. No love, no lust, not anymore. Not since he took that badge from the chief and swore his oath. Things get too complicated when he lets himself fall in love. 

He wasn’t even sure that's what this was, he’d barely known her for more than a few days. Sure, he’d been in love before but it didn’t feel like this. It hadn’t made him worry like this.

The cheers of the audience brought his attention away from the swirling amber in his glass. His booth in the corner gave him a good view of the rest of the bar, but it gave him a perfect view of the stage, a fact he pretended hadn’t been a factor when he was picking his seat. 

The dim lights above his head were overshadowed by the spotlight shining on the stage, his eyes watching as a hand parted the curtains and a body stepped through. She shimmered under the spotlight, each crystal on her dress spreading light to the others around it. She walked slowly, back straight and head held high, but he noticed the way her hands shook as she walked. 

She made her introductions with the sultry voice she saved only for the stage, eyes scanning over the crowd. When her eyes locked with Steve’s, her shoulders relaxed.

The melody she sang felt like something akin to a siren song, keeping his eyes transfixed on her the whole way through. He watched the way she closed her eyes to hold a long note, the way she used her hands to emphasize the shift in notes, how she tapped her foot against the stage to keep the beat. Song after song he did nothing but watch, and as she took a bow and left the stage, he joined the others in their round of applause. 

He stood, hoping to grab another drink at the bar before he left, but a man harshly bumping his shoulder stopped him in his path. The man didn’t raise his head, only glancing at Steve’s badge before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ and rushing past. He would have assumed the guy was just another drunk if he hadn’t rushed through the ‘Employees Only’ door, scampering past the bouncer that tried to stop him. 

Steve was quick to follow, pulling the gun from his holster once he was out of sight of the other guests. The sounds of shouting from down the hall had him moving faster, and one quick gunshot had him breaking out into a full sprint. 

He rounded the corner to the dressing room expecting the worst, but when he took a step through the doorway, he let out a breath and lowered his gun. 

There she was, cowering in the corner, small pistol outstretched in her shaking hand. The gems on her dress sparkled as they moved in time with the heaving of her chest, and her eyes darted around the room until they fell on him. 

She didn’t move as Steve bent down to check the man’s pulse, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt the steady rhythm of a heartbeat underneath his fingers. He turned the man over and put him in cuffs, handing him over to the officers who had rushed down the hall at the sound of the gunshot. 

“He’s not…dead?” Steve turned towards where she stood, tears glossing her eyes as she lowered her hand. He took a few steps closer, kicking the gun away from her when she dropped it to the floor. 

“No, he’s not dead.” The second the words left his lips, she let out a heavy breath and a sob, Steve’s arms catching her when her knees gave out. She wrapped her arms around him to catch her balance and he did the same (albeit rather awkwardly). She hid her face in his chest until her tears finally stopped, pulling from him and taking a step back as she wiped away the last of her tears. 

“Sorry, I got lipstick all over your shirt.” He looked down at his chest and, sure enough, there was a bright red smudge across the white of his button up. He let out a laugh. 

“‘S okay.” He took a hesitant step towards her, grabbing one of her hands to try and help her shaking. “Where did you get a gun?”

“I bought it the day I came by the station.” She straightened her posture when his hand touched her, taking in one last deep breath. “I didn’t know when he would come after me and wanted to be safe.”

“It was smart.”

“But I could have killed him.” There was a fear in her eyes when she met his gaze. “I almost killed him.”

“You protected yourself.” He placed his other hand over the one he was already holding, doing his best to comfort her. “No shame in that.”

“I just…” She closed her eyes to collect her thoughts. “I just want to get out of here.”

Steve gave her a soft smile. 

“Let's get out of here then. I’ll buy you a drink.” She gave him a small laugh and a sly smile. 

“Should you really be drinking on the clock?”

“Nobody has to know.” He let go of her hand and held out his arm. She took it quickly, fingers wrapping around his bicep in a way that had him blushing. 

“Well, let's find a good spot at the bar then.”

#steve harrington #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve x reader #stranger things angst #women writers #stranger things fluff #fluff #short fanfic #film noir #neo noir #noir #romance #40s #detective steve harrington #stranger things noir au

[sculkdin]

so the thing about the slime army in quackity’s most recent lore that keeps getting to me surprisingly isn’t actually the human rights violation part of it (although i have MANY thoughts about that as well, don’t get me wrong, c!quackity my little fucked up meow meow) but instead the fucked up tragedy of it? imagine a loss so brutal that you’ll do anything, anything to get even a fraction of that friendship back. imagine being in a place where teaching hundreds of slimes to be human seems like a good, solid idea of what to do next. and that’s a big part of what stood out to me, and what i wish had been elaborated on more-- c!quackity didn’t say he wanted to teach the slimes to be good soldiers, no, he wanted to teach them to be human! this wasn’t really focused on at all in lore, because narratively the slimes existed to provide an obstacle for c!dream and c!purpled so they just ended up being, well, meat slime shields (good soldiers) but c!quackity explicitly said he wanted them to be human, and i think that could be so interesting if explored further. what could’ve happened if c!quackity had slowed down a bit with the human/slime rights violations? if he really had taught them to be human? if his fear for the fate of las nevadas hadn’t been quite so intense, if he didn’t think he needed obedient soldiers quite so badly?

honestly, he probably wouldn’t have fucking done it! lets be honest here, if he’d had even an ounce less fear he would’ve hopefully seen sense and not done. Well. ThatTM. c!quackity i adore you but what the fuck. what the absolute fuck.

anyway, that’s a moot point at the moment (... unless i want to explore it in fic. which you know what, maybe i will. maybe i’ll write a fic where c!quackity gets cold feet like halfway into his slime army montage and suddenly has to deal with the consequences of his human/slime rights violations.)

(... actually wait that could be a really interesting fic oh shit.)

but ANYWAY, moving on, in canon c!quackity’s fear was so intense that he did do it, and he did it in such a way that he got good, obedient soldiers, and not much else.

ngl, that’s part of the reason why i’m so attached to the c!dream lore that never was-- c!quackity taking another L there and having c!dream just slip out of his fingers like that, while in/near his own city, provides a really fascinating backdrop for this character decision. c!purpled betrayed him. c!slime is dead. c!techno escaped. c!dream escaped twice. c!sam lied to him, and failed to contain c!dream twice. yeah, he needs people for his city because that casino opening was embarrassing as fuck, but that’s not the only reason now, is it? las nevadas is in danger. this is his last chance, his last hurrah-- failure is unacceptable. he’s grieving, he wants his friend back. he’s desperate and scared, he needs protection, and people that agree with him, and if he blurs his memories of c!slime enough--

well. there was loyalty there. a willingness to die for him. c!quackity can work with that.

(in the end, c!quackity’s grief intermingled with his fear in the worst of ways. his attempt to just get something, anything of his friend back became something so much worse, so much darker. something that made even said friend look at him differently when he saw what he’d done. he said he wanted the slimes to be human, but stamped out every part of the process that had truly made c!slime human in the first place.)

#c!quackity #quackity #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp spoilers #dream smp spoilers #las nevadas

[celestialbeingscomic]

HI! This is the introduction of this account!

Very important note!

This comic that I’m doing for fun! Would never have been a thing without @caseykeshui

It probably would only be an imagination!

I’m very excited on starting this comic! It’ll be so much fun!

—-

So some things to mention is that:

None of this is real! It’s based on science and maybe real events that have happened or is happening that deals with the planets

Only Saturn and Jupiter have “canon” relationship, being the equivalent of a “old married gay couple”, the rest is implied and can be seen however!

Iris and Planet X will have occurrences! If you see their information on this post that means they have been shown PROPERLY in the comics!

A lot their personality’s are based on solar balls! (I just love the idea of Neptune being a little silly thing! And I liked the idea for the other planets too!)

ALL OF THEIR DESIGNS CHANGED FROM THE PROLOG! THEY WONT LOOK LIKE THAT ANYMORE, IF THEIR OUTFITS CHANGED IN SEQUENCE OF ANOTHER CHARACTER, they just changed outfits. That’s what we are settling on. >:(

More will be added along the way!

And I’m probably put a trigger warning just saying “iris” cause this dude deserves his own trigger warning.

—- we r introducing by size

MERCURY (don’t know if I spelt it right.)

Mercury is the smallest planet in the solar system

He is the closest to the sun and with that, the sun has grown somewhat of an attachment to mercury. (They r bffs ^^. (Sometimes))

Venus is known for teasing and others would say, bullying mercury. Why? He’s tiny :3 and in my au, they see each other as brothers almost.

He is so fancy fancy! He reads allot, since he kinda just learned to somewhat tune out sun he tries to find other ways of entertainment!

EARTH

Surprisingly earth is smaller then Venus in this au I guess cuz-

He knows all of the moons names, because his little sweet fragile earthlings named them so ofc he put his heart and soul into learning, every. single. one. Of. Their. Names. He’s dedicated :)

And with him knowing all of their names, he has maintained a pretty good relationship with them, even though he barely sees most of them ;-;

He tries not to mingle to close with the sun, yes the suns solar flares can’t really hurt him or the earthlings, but it’s because the sun has tried multiple times to eradicate the earthlings. So earth tries not to get to close, in risk of burning himself as well.

His main home is in the Goldilocks zone, he barely leaves, in fear his earthlings won’t survive!

HE DOES NOT CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM, ARE THE CREATURES SAFE?

VENUS

One of the fastest ones I have made, I put a lot of consideration into him.

As you can see, he is very, anti-earthlings. He is one of earths best friends, visiting earth often in the Goldilocks zone! Which I will explain later on

He has some anger issues :) nothing else

HE HAD LIFE AND NOW ITS RIPPED AWAY FROM HIM JUST LIKE THAT I BET HE WAS SO HAPPY AND PROUD BUT NOW HES JUST TOXIC AND WONT BE ABLE TO SUBSTANE LIFE LIKE BEFORE I WOULD BE IRRITATED AS WELL!

lil bully >:(

He cares deeply about his friends, VERY, deeply.

MARS

Oh mars, he is so sweet, he’s so bbg :(

And he’s a father

Idkw people make him a cowboy but it looks good on him so.. he’s a cowboy now :D (also I forgot to fill in a lot earths colors so :( )

I was actually time crunch with him, it was 11:55 and I had to finish him before 12 AM oh the coloring.

He was the first to figure out that earth is very sick, but earth tries to not show to not put pity on him, he doesn’t want his relationship to change with everyone so mars promised not to speak of it in public if he can help it.. Venus tho- he was mad at mars for a while.

Oh he has nicknames for EVERYONE!

Neptune: cave brain (head empty no thoughts just be silly)

Uranus: Aussie boy

Saturn: rings. Yes just rings.

Jupiter: smartie man/earths pops (we will discuss in jupiters)

Venus: hot head

Earth: Mother Nature (earth does not appreciate but doesn’t stop him)

Mercury: small man

Sun: Bug guy. Yes big guy >:) so clever

NEPTUNE! My baby boy :)

He’s so silly!

He came morph his body into any matter, any shape, 2d, 3d, realistic. Blob.

Also the planets can detach their heads but Neptune really is the only one you can see that happening with, as he takes head off a lot to look at planets/moons or to see things he can’t see in normal size!

He lives in both the icy hollows (aka where the ice giants zone is) and one of the astroid belts

He remembers his moons names, but not his own most of the time.

URÄNUS(be mature be mature be mature-)

He is a little shy Aussie boy, and Neptune’s cousin why r they cousins? Idk I thought it was a neat concept :P

He knows of iris, due to Neptune speaking about him and forgetting moments later. “Iris? Who’s Iris?! Why do they make you go through pain?!” “… who? :D”

Leave the tink tink alone, poor boy is shy :(

He’s also very introverted, and feels horrible that he’s named Uranus :( he envies Saturn also, people keep mistaking him as a Saturn clone and he’s just tired.

SATURN :D

HES SO EMOTIONAL :(

Fancy fancy 2.0

He’s so sweet and he gives off mama bear vibes :) like omgggggggg

Also, OPRA?? CLASSICAL MUSIC?? CONDUCTOR VIBES? HMMMM????

His beautiful husband Jupiter comforts him when he goes through his emotional breakdowns. Jupiter TREATS. HIM. RIGHT.

JUPITER

The gay hubby of Saturn:D

Surprisingly he has a pretty good relationship with his 80+ moons :) he has outfit that each one chose out for him

He’s such a boomer too T-T

Now, earth and him ARENT like family family, but Saturn treats earth like family family, to the point they address one another with family titles like father, dad, son, child of mine.

Oh I can’t think of anyhing besides him being extremely knowledgeable and some how knowing a lot about the planets and the solar system. It’s to the point you would think earth would know it seeing how he knows everything his humans know.. maybe that’s why they r “family”

SUN

OH BOY! Isn’t he just something

I’ve implied that he likes earth like that but, atm, he doesn’t see earth more than a friend :)

He and mercury get along swimming! Yes mercury gets tired of suns solar flares always blasted at him but who cares :D

HE IS THE PUN KING, JOKE MASTER, GET ON YOUR KNEES CALL HIM DADDY CLOWN- I shall calm myself :)

He knows about Iris, he’s trying to get rid of Iris, but currently. He’s having trouble.

EITHER iris is to close to earth to the point where he is risking burning earth and the creatures (which is not his goal atm) or he’s next to Neptune, and Iris notices sun so fast at that length of distance :O if sun tries to grab Iris, Iris is already gone by that time >:( and is he shoots a solar flare it won’t reach them in time D:<

— anyways that’s all

So thank you for everything! Idrc how much this blows up but I’m just glad that I finally am doing a comic at my own time! This is great practice for my collab comic with Tigerlily! Crystal cove :)

Anyways thank you Casey for the inspiration behind this comic! You are the back bone structure you don’t even know about!

I do wanna say that Casey is currently not posting country human or planet human content at the moment for what I remember, mental purposes maybe 🤔

Either way thank you :)

Oh and a size chart for anyone who cares

#sun planet human #earth planet human #venus planet human #planet humans #mars planet humans #mercury planet #mercury planet human #Neptune planet human #Uranus planet humans #Jupiter planet humans #Saturn planet humans #celestial beings blog #celestial beings #solarballs #Iris planet humans #Planet X planet humans #solarballs iris

[redfurrycat]

❤️📺Ten (ish) TV-shows I love❤️📺

Tagged by the lovely @renai-chan to do the 'Ten Movies I love' Tag Game.

I already did that, so allow me to redirect you to this post listing my ten movies, and this other one (a much much much much longer version, if you feel up to it).

However, after reflecting about which 10 movies I like the best –what a dilemma it was– I also thought about which 10 TV-shows are my comfort rewatches. I came up easily (surprisingly so) with the selection, so let me share that with you instead! 😊 ❤️

Xena: Warrior Princess

The most badass warrior I have ever seen on TV. What a sight is Lucy Lawless, I fell in love with those gorgeous blue eyes since the moment my child eyes saw them… This tv-show is everything to me. Xena & Gabrielle, the purest soulmates. There were also lots of amazing characters and actors (Karl Urban and Kevin Smith, among others). Produced in New Zealand too… Which is so awesome! <3 (Strong opening theme!)

Stargate SG1/Atlantis

MY FUCKING SCI-FY babies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t even tell you why I love these two TV-shows, because I got so overwhelmed about it! I. JUST. LOVE. THEM. SO. MUCH! (I actually watched several Stargate Atlantis episodes just before typing this list.) If you like the genre, GO.WATCH.THESE! (Amazing opening themes as well! <3)

Sabrina, the Teenage Witch (the 20-min-episode tv-show)

I’ve watched every rerun on TV since it has been broadcasted. It is tied to my childhood, so I’m rather attached to it! I prefer this version over the more recent one, which is a bit too dark compared to the comedic one. Salem is so funny! He’s I-C-O-N-I-C! :P

Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman/// House MD

My absolute two favourite tv-shows involving doctors… though they are very different from one another. Western drama vs. medical drama. It’s really not your typical medical show however.

A female physician from a 19th-wealthy family moving in the wild west to establish a practice. She feels very deeply and has a strong moral compass. The themes mentioned are quite serious (which I like) as you have, for instance, a close-minded-white-men little village, a woman working a man job, Cheyenne tribes being mistreated so are the black people and any other non-White people. Of course, it is still a tv-show, so I don’t how historically-accurate it is. But so not as sappy as Grey’s Anatomy if you know what I mean. 😊

AND the Sherlock doctor. Hugh Laurie is magnificent in this out-of-the-ordinary, junkie, snarky genius of a doctor!  

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Do I really need to spell it? MASTER OF THE ELEMENTS. AIRBENDING. WATERBENDING. FIREBENDING. EARTHBENDING. THIS IS SO FREAKING COOL!!!!!! The Legend of Korra is good too!

White Collar

The adventures of an FBI agent and his con artist/thief consultant. YUP. It is as cool as it sounds. All the characters are lovely as well!

Downton Abbey

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE BRITISH PERIOD DRAMA EVER. It is about the aristocratic Crawley family and their servants’ life during the earliest 20th century. The cast is realllllllllllllly good! A lot of good characters, strong episodes (very emotional sometimes)! Dame Maggie Smith is killing it as the Dowager Countess of Grantham, the sass in this character’s lines and faces!!!!! XD (Again, the opening theme is SO GOOD!)

Once Upon a Time

A very nice tv-show where fairytales characters are transported into the real world because of a curse. The cast is INSANE! :O Nice revisit of famously known fairytales!!!! I have a thing for the accents…Well, there are a lot of different accents to listen to!

Lucifer

It’s probably one of the last (new-ish) TV-show I’ve watched from the beginning to the end. The British (again with the accent) Devil’s adventures with the Detective (yeah… it’s her official name! XD). Very good chemistry between Tom Ellis and Lauren German! And the other characters are equally as good!!!!!!!!!

Prison Break

Season 1 was the best. Truly. The idea was so original when the tv-show came out! Wentworth Miller’s acting is pure *chef’s kiss*. (That’s why I love Captain Cold so much btw, especially because Dominic Purcell is also his Rogues buddy in The Flash). Also, I’ve never loved the crookiest of the crook characters so much than how I love T-Bag. He’s the worst, but OMG his lines and mimicking (Robert Knepper did a fine job!)

As I already did the tagging before, I won’t do it again, but I let this open. Anyone feeling like talking about their comfort TV-shows are more than welcomed to do this “other version” of the tag game! 😉

#tag game #tv-show tag game #xena warrior princess #stargate sg1 #stargate atlantis #sabrina the teenage witch #dr quinn medicine woman #dr house md #avatar the last airbender #white collar #downton abbey #once upon a time #lucifer #prison break

[dread0narrival]

oc asks that reveal more than you think

I’m breaking this up and answering 10 per character to keep it interesting;

VESPER

Q. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Yes just one! A well loved budgie plush he’s had since he was very young.

Q. Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Plants – yes, she actually enjoys gardening as a hobby and is proficient at it. Pets – yes, while she doesn’t currently have any she has had a handful of pets in the past who all lived long and happy lives :3 Kids – surprisingly, yes. She doesn’t see herself as the parenting type. However, if she had a partner that already had a kid she’d treat them as if they were her own.

Q. Ask them to describe their love interest.

Vesper is my shipping whore and has multiple LI's in multiple AU's so to keep it consistent and not use physical descriptors let's just say his love interest loves them unconditionally <3

Q. Do they look good in red?

Just visualize Vesper with a thousand yard stare covered in blood head to toe LOL

Q. Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Vesper would rather die than give a public speech lol his anxiety could never BUT if he was somehow convinced to give one he’d do it on what he knows best, “ Why videogames are good for you”

Q. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

HIMSELF lol he's his own worst critic and advisor.

Q. Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Emotional, a chaotic ball of nerves and is unironically in limerence. Vesper would describe himself as passionate, nervous and a hopeless romantic.

Q. Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Frustrated, especially when she’s playing a video game with puzzle mechanics.

Q. Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

Yes LOL He gets upset when his plants die. The longer they’ve had the plant the more attached they are.

Q. What age do they most want to be right now?

Vesper just entered the big 3-0 but his youth was filled with trauma and bad memories he wishes to forget. He’s just barely started his adult life living how HE wants to.

CLOVE

Q. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Clove would use it to better MC’s life. Financial stability? Pay off their debts? Buying their affections? All of the above lol

Q. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Clove too is a hopeless romantic, he daydreams and fantasize every waking hour.

Q. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Not everyone who loves you will say it aloud…

Q. Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Cannibalism :3

Q. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Small talk, unless it’s with MC of course!

Q. If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Money ISN’T a limit and he still dresses like a discount E-boy.

Q. Do they like children?

I think he’s more indifferent about them? He doesn’t hate kids but in time having a family with MC would be in the cards.

Q. Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Both lol If it was a tender moment it would be with none but if it was a hot and heavy make out sesh he’d shove that tongue so far down your ass throat…

Q. Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Yes but only to practice on how to act “normal”.

Q. What do they like that nobody else does?

I mean eating human flesh is a big one I would hope. 

PHISC

Q. What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

She isn’t keen on being committed and prefers to keep things loose with no strings attached. So it wouldn't take much if she had a partner who was too clingy or a nag she’d break it off with no hesitation.

Q. Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Phisc isn’t big on being called pet names but she does like honorifics like “Sir”.

If you’re being good she’ll use cute names such as kitten, dove, doe, etc.

If you’re being bad she’ll use degrading names like brat, slut, whore, etc.

Q. Stability or novelty?

Novelty

Q. Honesty or charity?

Honesty

Q. Safety or possibility?

Possibility

Q. Talent or effort?

Talent

Q. Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

V E N G E A N C E

Q. Would they date a fixer-upper?

Come now, let’s be real here. We all know that Phisc is the fixer-upper here lol

Q. What recurring dreams do they have?

Fun fact: Phisc doesn’t dream at all! But for a more fun answer I think losing the ability to shift into her wolf form.

Q. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

She doesn’t care about that lol she’ll kill, steal, lie and self sabotage with no remorse. She’s a nasty lady.

#some of these gave me a bit of trouble trying to answer #but it makes me really think and keeps me on my toes #plus it helps get my creative juices flowing #vesper OC #clove OC #phisc OC #not art

[toujokaname]

A Handsome Man In The Midst Of Good Luck / Episode 2

Author: Chitose Umeda

Characters: HiMERU, Rei, Tetora

"I'm grateful for HiMERU-san's good luck...♪"

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Season: Winter

Location: Television Station Dressing Room

After the recording

HiMERU: ...Thank you for your hard work, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: Same to you, HiMERU-kun. Inaba-kun did not want to leave you at all, was that not hard for you?

HiMERU: Yes, well... HiMERU didn't think he would become so attached to him.

The owner was amazed from start to finish. Saying "You will be lucky for sure!" again and again...

Rei: That sure is what they said... That Inaba-kun, is he such a powerful rabbit?

Inaba-kun did not want to get away from you after the recording, so I tried to get close to him, but...

He only threatened me.

It is saddening. Even though I have had the experience of being surprisingly favored by rabbits before.

HiMERU: To put it in a colloquial way. HiMERU may just happen to be Inaba-san's type.

...The idea that one can predict good or bad luck based on a rabbit's preferences and gestures is strange, though.

Rei: I suppose. "Even if Inaba-kun doesn't like you, it probably won't bring you any misfortune..." The owner's words are a little concerning.

But there is no use in worrying too much. If I suffer from misfortune, I'll just suck the good fortune out of HiMERU-kun to balance it out.

HiMERU: ―HiMERU doesn't think that any good luck will truly come to him, though.

Rei: You do not believe in Inaba-kun's fortune-telling?

HiMERU: It's hard to believe. Because in the end, it's just a phenomenon without any support or evidence.

...Well then, HiMERU will take his leave now.

Rei: Alright, I shall be leaving as well. Let us both be careful on our way home at night...♪

Location: Seisoukan (Exterior)

HiMERU: (Oh, is HiMERU already in front of Seisoukan?)

(From the TV station to Seisoukan, it usually takes about ten more minutes...)

(Thinking back, HiMERU never got stuck at any traffic lights. He was able to go straight through the three-way and five-way junctions where he usually has to wait.)

(Seems like it was a stroke of luck that there were only green lights every time.)

..."Luck"?

―No, no way. It's just a series of coincidences.

Daring to use such a ridiculous expression. It's rare, but it happens.

Location: Seisoukan Dorm Room

Tetora: Uu, u~myu...?

HiMERU: ―HiMERU is home.

Tetora: Ah, HiMERU-san. Welcome home! Sorry for looking like this.

HiMERU: It's fine. Although it's a shared dormitory, it is also your room, so it's natural that you should feel at home.

Tetora: No, it's too much of a distraction to just lounge around on the bed in front of a senior. I'll sit up... Here we go.

HiMERU: Fufu. Nagumo is a very earnest person who keeps a diligent attitude towards life, how admirable.

By the way. You seemed to be glaring at your smartphone. Did something happen?

Tetora: Umm... I'm embarrassed to say this, but...

Actually, there's a character in the game I'm playing right now that I really want to pull! It's this character...

HiMERU: Oh. Somehow, he looks like someone familiar.

Tetora: That's right! This character is just like Taishou, who I respect the most in the world!

So I really want to get him, but I'm worried about spending money on the game because it's against my allowance rules for this month...!

HiMERU: It's a good thing that you have trained your mind enough to control yourself.

Tetora: But I really want him! I want Taishou in my party~!

HiMERU: ―HiMERU is unsure of how the game functions. If you want him so badly, why don't you just pull him?

Do you have to pay to get the character?

Tetora: Umm, there are tickets. But, I've spent a lot of the tickets that I've saved up...

I have no choice but to spend the remaining ten tickets! I want it so much that I have a feeling it'll backfire~!

...That's why, HiMERU-san!

HiMERU: Yes?

Tetora: I want you to use the ten tickets for me!

HiMERU: ? Are you sure you want to leave it to HiMERU?

Tetora: Yes! I won't complain no matter what the result is, so please do it in my place...!

HiMERU: ―Understood. HiMERU doesn't think the substitution will change the result, however. At any rate, let's pull it.

HiMERU & Tetora: ......... (Intently looking at the phone's screen)

Tetora: Hmm? The load time is really long, isn't it?

Oh, it's starting... Eeeehh?! What's this screen?! I've never seen so many rainbow lights!

HiMERU: Indeed, the rainbow-colored lights seem to occupy 80% of the results.

Tetora: Now all we have to do is see which characters were pulled, in order―

Wah, aaahhhh! Here! He's here, HiMERU-san, Taishou is here~!

HiMERU: ...So it seems. You got the character you wanted, congratulations, Nagumo.

Tetora: What are you talking about! HiMERU-san pulled for me!

I can't believe I got all the other characters I wanted...! This result is incredible!

I can't thank you enough times! HiMERU-san, thank you so much!

HiMERU: No, it is just a coincidence. HiMERU is sure that it's simply because of how many tickets Nagumo had used so far.

Tetora: Is that so~? To me, HiMERU-san was lucky!

I'm grateful for HiMERU-san's good luck...♪

HiMERU: ―......

("Luck" again?)

Tetora: ? What's wrong?

HiMERU: ...No, nothing. It's just that this has been a day in which HiMERU heard the word "luck" many times.

Actually, today, he recorded a TV program―

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#chitose umeda #scout story #lucky scramble #himeru #rei #tetora

[notajinn]

Top Games Played in 2023 - Number 3: Honkai Star Rail

3. Honkai Star Rail (Mobile)

When Dragalia Lost ended, I had a mobile game slot open in my life. I left that slot unfilled for a while since I knew I wouldn’t find something I’d become attached to as much as Dragalia. But after hearing good things about the gameplay and story, I decided to try Honkai Star Rail. It’s not as good as Dragalia, but it’s much better than a mobile game needs to be.

What I Like

Star Rail is a turn-based RPG, which means the battle system will make or break my enjoyment. And they made a good battle system! There’s a variety of character paths/classes, a good but not overwhelming number of things to upgrade, and some fun unique things like Ultimates as turn-interrupts.

But more than the battle system, what hooked me in the game is the writing. Most of the mainline story is good to great, but the real strong writing is in the events.  These are usually smaller self-contained stories that make the best use of the characters. That said, I do think the main story of Jaillo (the first planet after the Space Station) is also great.

The music is also surprisingly good. Most notably, the climax battles of both of the planets in the current version of the game have these great vocal tracks.

As far as gacha games are considered, it’s reasonable in giving free pulls for characters. The free characters are already pretty solid and cover all elements. Otherwise you get enough pulls for a 5 star every few patches. And even though the game is still in it’s early life, they’ve already done some re-run banners running parallel with new characters if you missed a character you wanted.

The game also has an auto-battle mode for helping with grinding, and easy fast-travel points for them.

What I Don’t Like

It’s still ultimately a mobile gacha game. This means the game’s story will often go out of its way to showcase the upcoming banner characters. So far it hasn’t been laughably bad, but I’m expecting it to happen.

It also has the mobile game issues of a stamina system limiting how much you can play at a time. Fortunately the story and events are not stamina-gated, so you don’t get locked out of important things. But when you need to grind materials or equipment, you’re going to be limited.

Speaking of equipment, the Relics (most of your equipment) grinding system is awful. It costs a big chunk of stamina, and you get 2 random 5-star Relics from one of two different equipment groups. So you have to get:

The correct equipment group

The correct piece of equipment (arm/head/body/boots)

The right main stat on the equipment

And then in late game, getting the right sub-stats on the equipment also makes a difference

So you can spend a full day’s stamina on just getting Relics and still not get anything usable.

Also this is specifically a problem with the current game, but most of the female characters released during the Xianzhou story have the same cookie-cutter outfit. I feel like there’s been at least 8 characters with this same outfit with slightly different colours/details. It’s gotten to the point where I didn’t even try to pull any of the Xianzhou characters.

Final Thoughts

For a mobile game, Honkai Star Rail is a comfortable (if distant) second to Dragalia Lost. Which means it’s the best currently active mobile game.

#top games of 2023 #honkai star rail

[mikhailoisbaby]

Hi babe!!! So I was watching piglet's big movie -- yes I'm 22, whinnie the Pooh directly formed an integral part of who I am as a person -- anyway that's like the number one movie that can make me cry every time I watch it, and it has such good memories attached to it, and I'm wondering a)if u have one of those and b) what Ian and mickeys are. Imo, Mickey has surprisingly good memories attached to the goofy movie. Iggy would put it on for him when he didn't know what else to do with him when he was a kid. He and Mandy thought that was the funniest shit in the history of ever.

Hey hey hey ! We only watch kid movies in this household so no judgement from me !!!

Also hi cutie !!!

A movie I cry to hmmm? Bambi! Yeah, I cry every time the mother dies but I love that movie dearly !!!! Thumper has my heart!

Mickey movie ? Hmmmm ?

I feel like it wouldn’t necessarily be a kid's film. Like I don’t think Terry would have allowed it. So I’m struggling, maybe some kind of old-timey cowboys movie and Mickey loved seeing the horses and the guns and he and Mandy would giggle at the overly sexual jokes in it or maybe one of the funny side characters they loved?

Ian something like Toy Story! Or some kind of Disney movie !! I can see little Fiona, lip and Ian all cuddled together watching Disney films so happy and comfy while the world around them is chaos!

#harvey’s asks #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey

[botheringlevi]

I was scrolling by and I saw you like romance novels, I would’ve never thought. It’s cute. What trope do you like the most?

I’m very into romance/erotica books myself and I love books about love, and this is me rambling on about stuff you probably don’t care about. I am nothing but a curious creature.

I don't see why this is a burning question, but I'll answer it.

Like I said, it's a guilty pleasure. I'll explain what's shitty first—it's impossible not to mention this anyway. The further in the Walls you shop for books, the crazier those kinds of stories become. I think I've mentioned this before... but the most glaring kind is women who fall in love with damaged but attractive men whose dark secret is their ability to Titanize. I could've sworn I was reading that shit wrong, so I flipped through one of those filthy books and it seems like the woman either gets the Titan to change his ways by the end, or he's cured. More rarely, the Titan is a woman... the man is usually a soldier or something, and their love is forbidden. In that case the soldier finds her so disgusting she goes out of her way to cure herself, and it's all the same. I'd collect all these just to get them off the shelves, but it's a waste of money and matches.

Besides the obvious disgusting fact, books in Sina like those tend to have strange... quirks. They always end up married by the end, and with a couple kids. Not that it's bad thing or anything... but it gets old since it happens every time.

The pairing is always between a man and a woman. Variations are more rare in real life, sure... but... this is fiction, isn't it? What's stopping these authors from writing one damn story? Considering the cash they rake in from writing about fucking Titans, it wouldn't hurt their bottom-line, would it?

It'd be annoying to get further into that, and I'm already way off track from what this whole question was about, so forget it.

Maybe you two could help with this. Certain ways characters interact are confusing. It seems like the love interests... especially the man, doesn't treat the woman with decency. I mean lies... or manipulating the situation so she'll end up with him, and the most confusing part is that she eventually agrees. Or... as you said Morgyn, an erotic scene appears from nowhere. The woman might object, but it goes on each time when she's convinced in some way. By that point I've stopped reading.

I'm not an expert, and books including that aren't my thing, but that kind of shit makes no sense to me.

I avoid tragic endings. They're too depressing. Petra is one of those people who obsess over romance stories, so if I'd ask her how an ending—vaguely—goes, and she'll answer. She acts embarrassed when we talk about that sort of thing, but she's my best source of information, so, I have to endure those conversations.

No idea why she gets embarrassed. Of spoiling the ending, if I had to guess. There's Erwin, surprisingly... but it's somehow more awkward to ask him.

Love triangles are a waste of time... but I'll read them if the plot makes up for it. People who've known each other forever—as friends, coworkers, or so on—and are too stupid to realize their feelings for each other... and drag this out through the whole story irritate me. It's a constant pain. My opinion changes if they have other obstacles. Or completely opposite, I like reading about strangers who meet and were... somehow bound to be together, as they navigate conflict that tests their bond.

Despite what I said earlier... forbidden relationships in general aren't bad. Enemies who find common ground, and get attached. And then, one who has no choice but to make an enemy out of the other again despite everything they feel going against that—that fake betrayal. Some battle happens, and the "enemy" ends up injuring the other before coming to their senses. That's the best trope to me.

I ended up rambling too, Morgyn. Don't assume I don't care.

...And thanks for the tea, Milan.

#levi ackerman rp #aot roleplay #attack on titan roleplay #aot levi #shingeki no kyojin rp #aot rp #Levi.answers #captain levi #[he's very passionate about this topic!]

[chekovscaramelcurls]

listen. i love 2012!Raph with all my heart and soul. (and surprisingly enough, no, it’s not because of the two Yelchin Dreams (TM) that i had like two years ago.)

(also it has been nearly three years of me typing “Yelchin” and my phone still tries to get me to change it to Yeltsin every single time. no, phone, i do not mean the former leader of russia. i mean the actor. and also sometimes his author uncle.)

he jus a lil guy. but he still did wrong by mikey…er, all of ‘em, tbh.

so why am i so passionate about this? well, i can relate to raphael a lot. i was an autistic kid who went undiagnosed until SIX MONTHS AGO, and i’m eighteen if that puts it into perspective. and everyone around me thought i had “anger issues” and that i was “a crybaby.” no. no, those were meltdowns, go fuckin’ figure. no wonder i couldn’t control ‘em.

(oh, and yes, i do get upset when ppl accuse rise!donatello of being an asshole or a psychopath because he’s autistic or because of the ONE TIME he really messed up. y’know, the whole “gifts” thing. and once he was TOLD why it was bad, he felt like absolute shit afterwards! like, i just—oh, i do shit like that too, and it makes sense to me because it followed the fuckin’ social norms three minutes ago but now it suddenly just doesn’t anymore, OOPS! well, guess i’m a goddamn blue-marble motherfuckin’ psychopath, then!)

but like, raph is proven to be more than capable of controlling himself. several times. (and yeah, sometimes he couldn’t. i ain’t faulting him for those, i’d be a giant hypocrite if i did.)

am i saying raphael was evil or a jerk or anything like that? no! for god’s sakes, even though i love all of them, he’s my favorite of the turtles!

yeah, yeah, laugh it up, chuckles, he’s my favorite because my sleepy-time-RNG-brain decided “fuck it. raphael the ninja turtle has anton yelchin’s voice now.” and then did it again a few months later, after i’d forgotten about the first one…man, this will never not be funny to me. on a side note, there’s this website called mycast.io, and you can vote any actor for any character. and i do mean ANY. and apparently two different ppl think my mans would’ve made a good donatello? like i don’t disagree but i’m too attached to the concept of ay!raph now.

but yeah, anyway. i usually can’t stand villain characters because of the whole black-&-white Autism Morality (TM) or whatever. (/hj) so me saying that raph’s my favorite just goes to show that i don’t think of him as a villain by any means.

what i am saying is that his actions were wrong. his intent wasn’t. unless a giant plot point flew over my head and no one ever bothered to mention anything about it ever again…yeah, no. then again nobody ever talks about the fact that donnie fucking died in the 2012 series at least twice?? probably more?? so idfk. but that doesn’t make it okay. mikey didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was. he didn’t do anything to anybody.

i just. it hurts seeing him get demonized for no real reason. he’s babey. it’s just that he’s…also babey with mental health issues.

so, TL;DR—

stop justifying raph’s actions and bullying as him “jUsT bEiNg A sIbLiNg”—like wtf u guys—WITHOUT DEMONIZING HIM AS A RESULT (i swear ppl can only do one extreme or the other). like, think of it this way. raphael clearly loves his family. but he needs therapy someone to tell him that, while occasional lighthearted teasing is okay as long as it doesn’t cross any boundaries, bullying his brothers 24/7 is not a healthy way to show it!

also this whole thing may or may not exist because i want 2012/rise crossover content that doesn’t bash 2012!raphael at every fuckin’ turn…

#does any of this make sense? #look man my little cousin hit her head on the coffee table (she’s fine btw) and her shrieking almost made me have a meltdown #and i DID shut down so i’m exhausted 👍🏻 #raphael needs therapy #raphael #tmnt 2012 #should i tag this as anton yelchin? yeah i’m gonna tag this as anton yelchin. #anton yelchin #don’t get me wrong i’m not dissing sean astin or omar benson miller or anything like that #it’s just. special interest brain and coincidental dreams combo go BRRRRRRRR