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punkitt-is-here · 9 months
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Frequently Asked Questions!
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Heyo! I get a TON of asks each day, so I'm making this post so that folks know what's already been asked so my followers don't have to see the same stuff over and over, haha.
Hi! I'm Punkitt! I'm a game developer, artist, editor, director, and a bunch of other stuff! I'm working on an RPG called Astral Guard, a platformer called Susan Taxpayer, and I have a couple more fun projects in my pocket like Happup and Super Mario Death Row.
Why do you have so many hats? Do you know you have that many hats?
ye i like hats. :) free tumblr badges for one pea i like one piece and took as many as i could. free.
Where can I find your art/game development/horsecomix?
Great question! Everything I make that's my own and not a reblog is under "my posts", every bit of art I do is under "my art", any game development I do is under "gamedev", you can find all my MLP art under "mlp, my art" or "horsecomix" for the best stuff. I also have an "animations" tag and a "shitposts" tab. I also properly tag all my asks to be asks and write out the asker's name, so if you don't wanna see those just mute the ask tag.
Do you have a Patreon or a Ko-Fi?
I do have a ko-fi here! I also JUST launched a Patreon, which you can find here :)
What do you use for your art?
I use FireAlpaca and Paint.net for misc. effects!
What are you using to make your games?
I use FireAlpaca do make my assets! Astral Guard, Happup, and any other top-down RPG games I make are all made in RPGMaker 2003. Susan Taxpayer is made in SMBX2 Beta 4, a Mario fangame engine with lua support!
Why are you using a 2-decade-plus engine to make games?
It's fun!
Do you have a sideblog or something for your art?
Not right now! What you see is what you get. I do have a sideblog for Astral Guard though, if you want to follow that game specifically! @astral-guard
Can I make an OC based on your work? ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!! THATS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO!!!! I WANNA SEE!!!!
Can I do dubs/redraws of your comics? As long as you credit me! I get a ton of notifs each day, so if you wanna show me (and PLEASE i so do wanna see fun dubs and redraws!!!) tag me or DM me!
Can I use your art as a PFP? Sure! Just credit me somewhere. :D
Are you the one who trapped her coworkers in a room and made them listen to TF2 lore?
Yep! Everyone had a blast actually. :]
Did you make that comic where Fluttershy eats the weed brownie/Rainbow Dash has a male living space/someone has a cutie mark that says they'll kill Ronald Reagan?
Yep! That's me.
Where are you in MLP right now?
Currently just finished Season 7! Haven't watched the movie yet.
Have you watched Equestria Girls?
Yep! Thought it was super cute. I watched up to Rainbow Rocks and plan on watching more.
What's your opinion on MLP so far?
I love it! I think it's cute. I really don't agree that there was some sort of huge quality drop after season 2 or whatever.
What do you think of G5?
Not my style! I don't really like either animation types and it just seems like I'm not in the audience anymore. That's totally chill, but it just doesn't grab me!
Have you watched any other MLP stuff from previous generations?
Nope! But I did see a compilation called Minty Being Autistic for Six Minutes Straight that I loved. she's perfect.
Favorite pony?
Don't got one, I love all the Mane Six a LOT, but I'm particularly fond of Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity!
Favorite episode/season?
I'm so bad at picking favorites! But any season past Season 1 I have a blast with because I feel like it's just more my style. I don't have a favorite episode, but the most recent one I can remember LOVING is the one where Starlight bottles up her emotions because it was REALLY funny.
Do you like Pony.mov?
Nope! And stop saying my stuff reminds you of it, it's a lil annoying!
Have you watched the Mentally Advanced Series/Friendship is Witchcraft/Other fandom vids?
Probably not! My interaction with the MLP fandom prior to last year was pretty minimal, so I'm making my way through the show first!
What do you think of Fallout: Equestria?
I think it's super weird but really fun because of that. I've never properly read any of it but it's very fascinating to me.
Are you transgender?
Yep! I go by she/her, I'm a trans woman. Have been for many years, but I only recently came out online!
Are you a lesbian?
Nah, I'm bisexual!
Can I commission you?
Yeah! I only have my commissions available on my Ko-Fi at certain times though, so keep an eye out! I usually announce slots being open at least 12 hours beforehand. Slots are usually first come first serve, but we'll see.
Can I use your art as a Discord emote?
Yeah man i'm not scouring every discord on the planet to find stickers of my work. i think it owns if people take my stuff and make it stupid injoke emotes between friends that makes me very happy.
Can I send you an ask inquiring about gender dysphoria?
I feel like this is beyond my capabilities of advice! I'm actually very comfortable with my body and I have been for many years, so I don't know if I can give any good or helpful advice on that front. Apologies, but there are many resources out there where you can ask about those things if you look for them, like Discord channels!
Favorite Color?
I'm a sucker for blue!
Favorite coffee?
Can't drink coffee, my stomach is cringe.
Favorite tea?
I'm lame and can't drink most tea but I love this one orange-flavored tea a lot. I also LOVE ice tea.
Can I say you're horsegender/punkittgender/a little gender goblin void thing?
Well, I can't stop you, but I'm kind of beyond that phase now! I really am a boring ol' plain she/her girl, and I like it that way. It's not much, but it's honest gender.
What's your favorite game series?
Mother, Kingdom Hearts, Mario, and I USED to say Fallout, but I found out I'm really only a big Fallout New Vegas fan.
Favorite game from those?
Mother 3 is one of my fave games of all time! I love KHII, and I'm tied for SMB3 and SMW. Also Fallout New Vegas fucks hard.
Any other favs?
Bug Fables, SLARPG, and TF2!
Favorite Movie?
Everything Everywhere All At Once, no question.
Oh, are you going to college?
Yep! I'm a film/theater major.
Do you have a YouTube channel?
Yeah! Click right here for it, I stream there and upload footage of my games/animations/my film projects + other stuff.
What is that little orange creature I see?
That's bweenop, my little persona that I use when I'm feeling a little scrunkly.
Do you have a ponysona?
Yep! Her name is Star Magnolia, you can search her on the blog to see art of her.
When will Susan Taxpayer/Astral Guard/etc. be out?
No clue! I take things slow, that's just how I am.
How do you work on so many things at once?
I make small, satisfying amounts of progress! I never try to complete one giant thing all at once, I just like doing small bursts of fun stuff. I got ADHD, so I learn to work with it.
WHY do you work on so many things at once?
Fun! I like learning, I like making cool stuff, and I like showing it to people :)
Do you need any help with your projects?
Potentially! I'll probably put out a post asking for help if I need it.
If you could be a horse, would you?
You kidding me? Several ton beasts with the frailty of a sickly Victorian boy; my clumsy ass would never survive.
Are you some sort of...furry?
yeag
Why do you reblog so much?
Brother I LOVE posting. that's just how it is.
Fav music artists?
It changes literally ALL the time but I will recommend ANYTHING by Vylet Pony, its music is incredible and probably the reason I'm a weird niche microcelebrity now.
Why are you like this?
theater kid + having a lot of fun on the internet makes you a bit silly hehe hoo
SUSAN TAXPAYER QUESTIONS
Is it out? Not yet! But hopefully sometime in the next year. I dunno! I take things at my own pace and keep stuff fun. :)
What are you using to make it? SMBX2! It's a free fangame engine for Mario episodes, but it's incredibly versatile and has a wonderful community, so I decided to make Susan Taxpayer in it.
Is there a demo? You betcha! You can find it right here. I'll also probably put it up on my itch.io.
How do I install it? I made a post here about how to run the SAGE '23 demo!
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wifeyifey · 7 months
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❤️‍🔥10
Sorry if this is a bit long, but maybe it could start something like this?
Y/N visits Sam at college with Optimus, who might've came with to harass Sam about helping like an alternative to the scene where they meet at the graveyard. Leo follows Sam out, probably harassing him about the website or whatnot, and basically just kinda stops like "You didn't tell me your sister was hot!" before running up ahead to hit on her, with Sam having his fifth mental breakdown of the day. Optimus isn't happy with Sam's dormmate, to say the least.
First request for the 1000+ follower event!!! Yippie!!!
Bayverse! Optimus Prime x fem!AFAB!human! Reader
OP in love with Sam's friend who is like an older sister of Sam is my favorite trope 😌💅🏻
Smut smut smut!!!
Warnings: size-difference! tried to keep this realistic so no penetrative sex. cock humping, clit stimulation. messy cum 🥴 Also cheesy flirtations from Leo
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You were sitting inside Optimus who was in his semi-trailer form as you both waited for Sam to come out of his dorm building so you could surprise him. “You think he’ll be excited to see me, Optimus?” you ask softly, “I know it’s only been one day since he’s been here, but I was so upset I couldn’t help him move in,” you say with a small hint of guilt in your voice. 
“My dear sweet spark, Sam would be happy to see you,” Optimus said in his soothing deep voice in reassurance through his radio. You smile before affectionately rubbing your hand over his steering wheel. You open your mouth to say something when you see Sam walking out of the building with his roommate in tow. “Oh, look! He’s coming out!” you say happily as you scramble out of Optimus. 
“Sam!” You call out to him, effectively grabbing his attention. “Y/N?” Sam says happily as he sees you waving over to him with Optimus chilling behind you with his engine revving. Sam rushes over to pull you into a big hug as he lifts you slightly in his tight embrace. You can't help but giggle brightly as you wrap my arms around his neck tightly. “God, I’m the worst big sister ever-,” you start before you get rudely interrupted by Leo’s low wolf whistle making you pull back from the hug and look at him with a raised brow. “Damn, Sam! You didn’t tell me your sister was a babe,” Leo says as he pushes Sam to the side a bit as Leo grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles, “I’m Leo, Sam’s roommate, and hopefully your future husband,” Leo winks. Sam watches the scene unfold as he tries not to burst out laughing at the clear disgust on your face. Optimus is fuming at the scene knowing you're not exactly enjoying the flirt. Your brows raise in shock as you pull your hand away from him. “Charmed,” you say sarcastically as you wipe your knuckles on Sam’s shirt. You turn back to Sam, “Anyways, hon. My husband,” you pause to look at Leo as you lift your hand with your wedding band on it that you wear to fend off creepy men then look back at Sam, “wanted to talk to you. He said it was urgent. So, go get Bee and meet up with us,” you say in a more relaxed tone as you look at Sam. Sam can't help but chuckle lightly before realizing you're talking about Optimus and he let out a sigh. “Really? I can’t have one day?” Sam asks exasperated. “Nope!” you say as you pop the ‘p’, “And you know you can’t really say no to me and I’m not exactly asking,” you finish with a cheeky smile before walking over to Optimus and getting inside. “See you soon!” you say sweetly. 
“Wait! Here’s my number in case your husband doesn’t work out or if you want some spice in your life,” Leo says as he hands you a folded-up piece of paper and he blows you a kiss. Optimus’ engine revs loudly in annoyance at Leo’s insistence. You look at him incredulously and can’t help the laugh that comes out of you, “I genuinely don’t know where you get this confidence to go after a married woman, but I’m very much not interested, kid,” you scoff. “Leo, buddy. Trust me. Her husband is a god compared to you,” Sam adds as his hand pats Leo’s back as he guides him away from you. 
You crumple up the number and toss it aside as Optimus peels out of the parking lot. After a few minutes of driving at a fast speed and Optimus being oddly quiet, you decide to speak up. “My love?” you ask softly only to hear nothing but silence. You sigh softly, “You know you’re the best thing to happen to me right? That I’ll never get tired of you and that it’s always you on my mind right? The only one who gets me all hot and bothered,” you say reassuringly with a small giggle at your last statement as your hand caresses the dashboard in a soothing manner. “I know that. I’m not upset with you. Never with you, my sweet spark,” Optimus says with a soft sigh before pulling off to the side of the road and into a small forested area as he transformed into his humanoid form with you in his servos. 
He finds a tree and sits down with his back against it as he lifts you up to his face and carefully places kisses on your face and lips. “No one else could ever have you,” Optimus says as his spike is released and his other hand reaches under your dress to take off your panties only to realize you weren’t wearing any and he lets out a low rumbling growl. You smirk slightly, “I have to keep things interesting, Optimus,” you say teasingly. “My wife,” he says possessively and places you against his warmed-up spike making a shiver run down your spine. His voice and possessiveness were something you’d never dealt with before with him. Optimus was always so gentle and loving, but this… this was primal and rough. You begin to rock your hips lightly as your slick covers his spike making it easy for you to feel the ridges of his spike against your clit making you let out breathy moans. His servo wraps around your torso in a firm grip. “Primus, you’re mine,” Optimus groans out as he gently rocks his hips lightly to create more friction as you grind against his large spike. Your hands grip his spike as you let out a whine at the feeling of him, “I’m yours. N-no one else’s. I love you, I love you,” you whimper out desperately as your orgasm approaches. Transfluids start to leak from his tip and he pushes your hips down as he starts to apply more pressure to his length as he let out a deep moan from the feeling. Your juices have coated his spike as your thighs tighten and they become lubed up from your essence dripping down the sides of his spike. “‘M close, my love,” you gasp out as you continue to moan and whimper from the pleasure. “Optimus!” you cry out as your orgasm wracks through your body and your thighs squeeze around him. Optimus hasn’t stopped moving you against his spike as his hand moves down to hold your lower back and ass to continue the grinding. “Y-Y/N,” he groans loudly as he twitches and the transfluids shoot out from his spike in large spurts against his abdomen and breastplates. 
You watch the liquid shine against him and you bite your lip softly. “I… don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing that,” you say lovingly before looking into his blue optics. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you… it’s quite sexy seeing you so- what’s the word,” you pause, “so deliciously possessive,” you finish with a smile and a small giggle. Optimus lets out a small chuckle as he raises his other servo to caress your cheek with the back of his finger. “I wasn’t too rough?” he asks softly with slight concern. “Your grip may have been too tight, but would I change that? Absolutely not. In fact, I like this rough side a bit,” you smile cutely, “it’s kinda, super, mega sexy,” you giggle brightly making Optimus laugh softly with you. “I love you with all of my spark and every inch of my being, Y/N,” Optimus says lovingly as he leans down a bit to rest his forehead against yours gently. Your hands go on either side of his face as you place soft kisses on his lips, nose, and forehead before resting your forehead back against his as you both close your eyes to breathe in the moment. “I adore you and every bit of me forever belongs to you. Mind, body, and soul. I love you,” you say in a soft whisper.
Bonus:
Sam turns to Bee at the place they were supposed to meet you and Optimus at. "Where are they?" Sam asks confused. Bee shrugs his shoulders and lifts his servos slightly, "Hell if I know," he says through multiple channel changes through his radio.
A/N: lmk what y'all thought about it!! comments appreciated 🫶🏻 tips are also appreciated, no matter how small 💞 much love and kisses to you all
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ithinkimokeei · 4 months
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mason dating a f1 engineer (for red bull), she's sunshine you know? and they are simps for each other. ty
you are in love / mason mount (insta!au)
note: this is not my best and it's so random but i think it's still cute??? thank you for the request, anon. i hope you'll like this one, enjoy xx
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yourbsf he got you floweeeeers???
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yourbsf ☹️🤍
kaihavertz29 i'm just ken
yourusername it's one of his favourites!
masonmount on repeat all day everyday 🫡
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username2 "every girl can be a princess" for sure
yourusername he's our princess 👑
username3 isn't he supposed to be a prince?
username4 he could have been a prince if he never cut his prince hair 😤
cmpulisic hit me baby one more time
username5 you heard him girls 🏃‍♀️
masonmount i'm more of a womenizer man mate
yourusername that's not true! you love baby one more time!!
username6 redbull everywhere...
masonmount male whimpering
username7 in public..?
yourusername a-are you serious
username8 GAY PANIC!!?!?!
username9 he's so real
benchilwell mate that was kinda sus
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masonmount don't forget my redbulls on your way home 😘
yourusername sir hamilton wants you to drink monster
masonmount is that real?
yourusername no ofc not mason keep drinking redbull 👍🏻
username10 she's feeding him with redbull lol
charles_leclerc would you like to share some things with me? about vrooms 👀
yourusername i'm sorry... but you can take your chance with max
username11 ferrari fans don't want xavi, they want y/n (me)
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yourusername oh and i found that brit in monaco @/masonmount
maxverstappen1 he's a mclaren spy 🕵️
landonorris LIAR! HE WAS SPYING FOR YOU
username13 meanwhile mason's just going between two garages to check his two girlfriends, y/n and lando 😭😭
yourbsf 🤍🤍
reecejames you post redbull more than you post yourself 😂
yourusername ahh i love my job (they're forcing)
username14 NOO HE LOOKS SO PRETTYYYY 😍😍
username15 my two golden retrievers :')
username16 he's so dork i can't 😭
masonmount my love ❤️
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username17 okay guys if anyone says shit about her I'LL FIND YOU
username18 so far only bad thing i see about her is that she's working for redbull 💀
username19 fair enough
masonmount hey! what am i doing there 😂
yourusername two kids chilling lol
reecejames 👀👀
username20 pls tell me it's not possible to fall for someone's energy
masonmount i love you so much
yourusername i love you too baby! (is that about the first pic? lol)
masonmount (it's about you my love)
benchilwell you guys are extremely cute 🤢
yourusername benji... should i believe you or the emoji :(
benchilwell no just your cuteness made me sick
masonmount J-E-A-L-O-U-S HAH
yourusername @/bukayosaka87 HE CAN SPELL JEALOUS!!!!
masonmount not you...
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username21 i want what they have ☹️
username22 is that mason's dog??
yourusername nopee he's my son <33
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the-marshals-wife · 2 months
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New Horizons (Arthur Curry x Reader)
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A/N: Requested by @dantes-devil-huntress. I can't believe this is my first Aquaman fic! This was so much fun to write, I hope you enjoy!
Premise: Trying to figure out his place in the world as the newly crowned king of Atlantis, Arthur meets someone who may just help him find the answers he looking for.
Description: Arthur Curry/Aquaman x Fem!Reader (Human), meet-cute fluff! | Warnings: alcohol, mild language | Setting: AU w/o Mera endgame, before The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 3,468
Gif credit: user jasonmomoaonline
Imagine Arthur giving you shelter when you're stranded in a storm, and discovering his true identity
Getting stood up for your date had been the worst part of the night, until the moment you got into your car. Instead of the engine turning over and sputtering to half-life like usual, it only stalled.
"You have got to be kidding me," you say, gripping the steering wheel and turning the key until you thought it might snap, "Come on, come on, come ON!"
Throwing open your door, you pop the hood and stumble back out into the chilled night. You mutter curses under your breath as you survey the labyrinth of steel and hoses before you.
"At least nothing's on fire this time," you mutter, rolling your eyes.
You step back and stare at the bucket of bolts the salesman had called "like new." Besides coming to this bar, buying this car was quite possibly your biggest regret. It wasn't quite a lemon, but it wasn't a Rolls either. And most of all, it was all you could afford.
You exhale, glaring up at the flickering light of the bar's neon sign. The last thing you wanted to do after waiting nearly two hours alone like a fool was show your face inside again. You retrieve your phone from your back pocket, just to see the blinking bars in the top corner. No service.
"Wonderful," you groan.
Like a bad joke, thunder rolls in the distance. You look up to see the lightning flashing on the horizon across the bay. The brisk, salt air rises up from the water and cuts right through you.
"Could this night get any better?!" you lament, an angry shriek escaping your lips as you kick the front tire.
"Excuse me, Miss?" a voice from behind interjected.
You jump and turn to see a man approaching, nervous smile on his bearded face. You appraise him wearily: tall, dark, and not at all lacking in style, clad in both leather and jewelry. He looked a sight better than the drunken fishermen you'd observed stumble about the bar, which you concluded was about ninety-percent of the clientele. Even from where he stood, he certainly seemed to smell better.
"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but you sound like you might need some help," he offers hesitantly.
Despite your initial scare, something about him puts you at ease.
"Oh, um...yeah, actually" you smile embarrassed, tucking your hair behind your ear, "My stupid car won't start. Again."
"Mind if I take a look?" he asks, pointing.
"Would you? That would be great, honestly," you say, folding your arms against the cold, "I just had it in the shop last week. I have no idea what's wrong now."
He pats the fender as he circles around to the front, "Let's see what's got you all clammed up here, buddy."
"Your guess is as good as mine," you say exasperated, stepping to stand behind him a ways.
He chuckles and pushes up his sleeves, ducking underneath the hood. You take note of the intricate tattoos, realizing this friendly stranger was becoming more interesting by the minute.
"Hmm, nope. Not that," he says, craning his neck, "Not that either."
You bite your lip and sway on your feet, silently praying he could find the source of the problem. Any easy fix was probably too much to hope for, but your fingers stayed mentally crossed nonetheless.
"Ooh, maybe- no, definitely not," he says, followed by a clinking sound, "That should not be there."
"I really appreciate this," you say after a moment, peering over his shoulder, "I can change the wipers and put on a spare if I have to, but that's about the extent of my car expertise."
"No shame in that," he grunts, his voice strained, "Oof, now that might be a problem."
"Did you find something?" you dare to ask.
"These spark plugs are kaput. Like, 'not even a necromancer can bring them back' kind of kaput."
"The guy said they were fine!" you exclaim, "I knew I shouldn't have gone back to that place. Probably just took my money and laughed."
The man finally stands up and winces.
"And your alternator is on its last leg," he says with a grimace, "Even if you could get it to start, I wouldn't go more than five miles in this thing."
"Great. That's just wonderful," you sigh, shaking your head, "Well, thank you for looking. It'd have taken me forever to figure that out. Google only goes so far."
"No problem, wish I had better news for ya," he says, wiping his grease-tinged hands on his jeans before extending one towards you, "I'm Arthur, by the way."
"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Arthur."
"Nice to meet you too."
Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but grin. As Good Samaritans go, he was quite a handsome one. Something in the back of your mind whispered that you had seen his face before, but you couldn't place when or where.
Before you could speak again, a bolt of lightning strikes just across the harbor, followed swiftly by a crash of thunder.
Arthur looks off to the darkened horizon, his expression souring with concern.
"Storm's coming in fast," he observes, the sea breeze blowing through his long, sun-kissed hair, "Do you have someone you can call to come pick you up?"
He turn back to you, and only now do you notice just how rich and golden eyes his eyes are. For a few dizzied seconds, you forget to answer.
"Uh, not really. I'm pretty new to the area. I don't know very many people," you reply, feeling shy all of a sudden, "I can just call a Uber or something. If my service ever picks up."
"Yeah, definitely," he nods, clearing his throat, "They have a phone inside."
"Thank you again for helping me, Arthur," you say, starting to walk towards the door.
"I didn't really help, though..." he trails off, disappointment in his voice as you step past him.
Your hand is almost on the handle when he pipes up.
"Uh, look I know you don't know me, but my dad's place is just down the road from here. He's the lighthouse keeper. Him and my mom are actually away on little retreat, and I'm watching the place for them," he explains, "It's dry, warm, and definitely has a lot less drunk guys. You could wait there while the storm passes, if you wanted."
You turn back to him, trying to conceal your renewed hope, "I couldn't impose on you like that."
"Oh you wouldn't be. It's just me and the dog. He's probably getting sick of me at this point. He could use a visitor," he chuckles, "But I understand if you'd rather stay here. Strange guy at a bar invites you to a lighthouse on a dark and stormy night. Sounds like a horror movie, I know."
You laugh, and so does he, bringing some much needed levity.
"I'll bring you right back if you change your mind, just say the word," he adds, sounding truly sincere.
Almost everything in you was saying not to trust a man you'd just met, but your gut was telling you otherwise. There was more to the warmth in his eyes than just the color.
"Well, it does sound like the dog could use some company," you say thoughtfully.
Arthur smirks. "Oh yeah. There's been a Hell's Kitchen marathon on for days, and I'm pretty sure he's sick of listening to my Gordon Ramsay impression. I can't resist, love that guy."
"I might have to hear that for myself."
"Let's get you out of this weather, and we'll see what I can do about that, then," he says with a wink, "My ride is just over here."
Not even the chilled wind could overcome the warmth of your cheeks. The excitement in your chest grows with every step as you follow him across the sandy lot. The ride in question, however, soon comes into view, and the knot in your stomach tightens all the more.
"Oh boy," you say, staring at the motorcycle.
"You're not scared of bikes are you?" he questions, stepping alongside it and reaching into the black saddlebag.
"Not exactly," you hesitate, "I've just never been on one before."
He pulls out a red, half helmet and offers it to you.
"Don't worry, I won't let you fall off," he replies, amused.
You look between him and the headgear a moment before taking it.
"Besides," he says, swinging his leg over the seat, "All you have to do is hang on."
With no argument to make, and rain drops beginning to sprinkle down, you pull your hair back and fasten the helmet on. You nearly lose your balance trying to throw your leg over, having to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. He didn't seem to mind; you could have sworn you heard him snicker. You settle into the seat, heart racing from being so close to him. More anxious than ever, you lightly place your hands on his back.
"All good back there?" Arthur asks, a smile in his voice.
"All good," you repeat, unconvincingly.
"Alright then," he says, turning the key.
Seconds later, the motorcycle roars to life as he revs the engine. Arthur eases the bike back slowly, pivots out of the lot, and eases it up to the main road. The instant he accelerates, the force kicks you backward. You throw your arms around his torso, pulling yourself against him. Over the noise of the machine, you weren't sure if the rumbling in your ear that followed was thunder or laughter, but you figured was the latter.
With the bar now behind you, and the rain coming down harder with the increasing speed, you bury your face into his back and hold on tightly.
The lighthouse comes into view just as the skies open up. Arthur maneuvers the bike up the slippery, sand driveway and quickly shuts it off. He gives you his hand as you climb off and leads you toward the house.
The helmet offers some protection from the downpour, but the wind blows the spray into your face as you squint to see. Lightning above illuminates the world like daylight as you scramble up onto the porch.
Arthur throws the front door open and lets you in first as you stumble inside the dark house. You take a few blind steps forward as he slams it shut behind him, thunder making the windows rattle.
"Man, someone must have really pissed off Thor," he laughs. His relief, however, is turned to exasperation as you hear a clicking sound followed by a sigh.
"Power's out. Awesome."
Still trying to catch your breath, you pull out your phone, struggling with wet fingers to use touchscreen. Finally the flashlight turns on, and Arthur throws his hand up over his eyes as you accidentally shine it right at his face.
"Sorry," you pant, pointing it down.
"No worries. That's a good idea, actually. I always forget about this thing," he remarks, grabbing his own phone and doing the same, "One second, I think Pops has some candles in the kitchen."
You nod as he disappears into the next room. Now remembering the dripping helmet on your head, you release the strap with your free hand and set it down on the mat beside the door. A shiver goes through you from your soaked clothes. You point your phone about the shadowy room to get your bearings, admiring the otherwise cozy living area. As you sweep the light downward, something large and metallic glints on the coffee table in front of the sofa and catches your eye. You move closer to get a better look, and then your heart drops to your feet. Lying beside a bag of jerky and the TV remote is a massive, gleaming trident of gold. A memory flashes through your mind of an article you'd seen weeks ago, with a fuzzy photo of an alleged aquatic hero holding a weapon just like it. The pieces come together all at once as you realize the identity of your host.
The very next second, you hear Arthur's approach. He returns with a lit candle in each hand and a blanket under his arm, only to find your expression of complete and utter shock.
"You...you're..." you stammer.
"Oof, I knew I forgot to put something away," he cringes, "My bad."
"You're the Aquaman," you gape, finding the words.
"Surprise," he says in a sing-song voice, flashing a nervous smile, "Yeah, I never really know how to bring that up.
You stare at him dumbfounded as he places the candles on the coffee table. "I can't believe it. Aren't you supposed to be like...well, in Atlantis or something?"
"I was, earlier this morning. Just about died of boredom in council meetings," he says matter-of-factly, proceeding to talk as if he had a desk job, "I'm kinda part-timing right now, between land and sea. It's complicated. I'm still new to the whole 'king' thing. Don't have all the kinks worked out yet."
"I'd imagine," you breathe, your mind still reeling.
"Here, figured you need this." He holds out the blanket, completely unphased by the previous subject, "Do you drink tea? I can make some for you."
You take the blanket and chuckle in bewilderment. "Um, sure. That would be great," you answer, "Thank you."
"One tea coming up," he smiles, "Uh, just make yourself comfortable, I'll get the fire going here a minute, after I find the dog. Pretty sure he's hiding under Pops' bed upstairs. He's terrified of storms. Ironic right? Lighthouse keeper's dog afraid of a little water."
"I don't blame him this time," you say, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, "I think you were right about Thor."
As if on cue, another boom of thunder shakes the walls. You both burst out laughing.
A few minutes later, you find yourself sitting on the floor in front of a roaring fire with a warm mug in your hands, finally beginning to feel dry. Having been unsuccessful in coaxing the dog into joining him downstairs, Arthur settles down beside you crossed-legged, damp hair tied up, trading the tea for a can of Guinness. Your thoughts rage like the storm outside as you stare into the flames, agonizing about what you should say.
Arthur speaks a moment later, saving you the trouble.
"Sorry about the power. I'll call you that cab as soon as it comes back."
"That's okay, I'm not in a hurry," you reply.
You look over at him hopefully, meeting his piercing gaze for as long as you can. Mere seconds pass before you bow your head, heart racing while you repress a smile.
"I'm uh, sure you've got some questions about all this," he ventures, rubbing the back of his head.
"Honestly, with the night I've had, meeting 'Aquaman' is par for the course," you smirk.
"I didn't mean to spring it on you like that. I guess you can understand why I don't lead with the whole King of Atlantis thing. Kinda makes it hard to keep a conversation going once people know you 'can talk to fish.' They don't really see you the same after that."
"Yeah, I think I'd probably keep that to myself too," you agree, the awe returning full-force, "Still, it must be amazing. I mean, you're basically ruler of the ocean, right? Or is it just Atlantis?"
"Eh, I mean there's the other kingdoms-"
"There's more?!" you blurt out, wide-eyed.
"Oh yeah. Xebel, the Fishermen, the Brine, a couple of defunct ones no one wants talks about. We got a few."
"And you're the ruler over all of them?"
He shrugs. "More or less. I mean, they each have their own ruler. But then I'm also over them? Kinda? I'm still figuring crap out, they didn't exactly give me a rule book on my first day. Plus I have answer to this royal council and they've got sticks up their butts about everything I do and say," he groans, rolling his eyes, "I like to consider myself more of a 'protector of the deep' than a ruler. Sounds more cool, and less like an old fart with a crown."
You giggle, hanging on every his every word.
"And with this bad boy right here," he says, reaching behind him and patting the trident, "I command all life in the sea. The animals anyway. Between you and me, that's the best part."
"You definitely have a cooler job than me," you beam.
"It definitely has its perks. But most of the time, I'd rather be here," he sighs, punctuated by a swig of his beer.
A visible sadness washes over him as he looks into the fire.
"You aren't from Atlantis?" you question.
"No, I was raised by my father. My parents met on accident. My mother was queen of Atlantis, and she ran away from her not-so-nice guy fiancé. She got lost in a storm, and my father rescued her. They've always said it was..."
Arthur stops and turns his gaze towards you, realization in his eyes.
Your heart skips as you understand. "Fate?"
He nods thoughtfully. "Something like that."
You blink, letting him go on.
"Anyway, I know I have a calling to the sea, but the land is always going to be a part of me, you know?" His expression softens. "Here, I've always found everything I need."
His words linger in the air between you. You look down at your hands, your chest pounding.
He clears his throat. "Sorry, I know that was a lot of info."
"Just a little bit," you reply teasingly, "But your secret's safe with me, Arthur. I promise. I've got no one to tell anyway."
"Don't worry, I trust you," he says, waving his hand, "It's actually nice to have someone else to share it with."
"I'm honored that you did. I know it's not the same, but I do understand what it's like to feel that you don't belong," you confess, "I didn't fit in my 'kind' either. Moved out here to start over. I guess you could say I'm still trying to figure some crap out too."
He pauses in thought second before responding, "Do you mind if I ask you something, Y/N?"
"After everything I've asked you? I'd say it's definitely your turn," you chuckle, taking a sip of your forgotten tea.
"I saw you at the bar before you went outside. I couldn't help but notice that you were there by yourself..."
"You noticed correctly. I was supposed to meet someone for a date, but after saying he was on his way, he never showed. I tried to text him, but he blocked me. I don't even know why."
"Nothing like being stood up at some backwater bar," he concludes, frowning, "Well, screw that guy. He's a bum."
"Yeah, I figured that out too late," you agree, then give him a knowing look, "The evening wasn't a total loss. I did meet you, after all."
"That's true," he concedes, playfully stroking his beard, "I may be a half-breed rookie king, but I'm not a bum."
You snort and gesture to the television set on your right, "So much for your marathon though, huh?"
"Ah, that's alright. They were all re-runs anyway."
You raise your eyebrow. "Think I could still hear that impression?"
He holds a finger to his chin in mock deliberation, "Hmmm, have I had enough to drink for that?
"I don't know, have you?" You lean in with anticipation.
He flashes a sly grin. "Of course I bloody have," he declares in the most hackneyed attempt at a British accent you'd ever heard, "And you better listen up, because I'm about to tell you everything there is to know about how to cook a bloody good flounder."
Your sides ache with laughter as he continues to go on a tangent about how to properly sauté shallots and season the perfect demi-glace. The voice sounded nothing like the infamously tempermental chef, of course, but you still thought his attempt was cute. By the time he was yelling at his invisible staff for serving him raw fish, the storm outside had passed, and neither of you noticed.
As Arthur went to light the stove to warm up some "gourmet" SpaghettiOs, still boisterously carrying on as Chef Ramsay, your excited thoughts returned to the story about his parents. You couldn't help but wonder about your own stormy night, the man you had met, and how much of a hand fate had played in it. The horizon seemed so much brighter than before, and for the first time ever, you were grateful to have bought that car.
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beepiesheepie · 5 months
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road rage headcanons
note i am going in with the assumption they know how to. If they have a license is up in the air (they probably dont)
Scout: My boy grew up in Boston, we have the worst fucking roads on the planet. Go ahead and google worst cities to drive in in the US Boston and Worcester will be in the top 5, trust me. Therefore Scout is a terrible driver. He tailgates, leans out the window to shout at people, middle finger all the time, slashes tires and breaks windows, etc etc. He's also just bad at driving. I think his first instinct when road rage takes over is to slam his palm on the horn and lean out his window and scream, even if he's driving, even if he's on the highway. Also he goes like 100 mph and passes people and doesnt use his turn signal.
Soldier: He also cant fucking drive, helmet covering his eyes or not. He's a generally jolly guy while driving though, just dont take him into cities. He will HATE waiting at lights. If he gets honked it, its all over for you, he will get out and grab you through the window by the neck.
Pyro: I dont think Pyro gets road rage all that often tbh, they're a calm driver. Sure the pyroland mask probably influences their choices and what they see but they're overall chill. Don't let them have access to under the car's hood though. Don't.
Demoman: He's nervous about driving, since he has one eye and he's destined sooner or later to become blind, also he's often drunk, so he usually lets other people drive. But if he's ever cut off and misses his exit on these shite american roads, or the shit maps and constant km to miles conversions gets to him, he will shout one big loud shout and then everyone in the car shuts up. if he's drunk he'll start sobbing and hating himself and then oh no the car is in a ditch
Heavy: You don't want to see Heavy mad. When Heavy is mad on the road, he will force the person who fucked with him to pull over and as they're screaming at him he will combine his fists and then slam them onto the car's hood so hard it's almost in half, then leave the guy there and get back in the car. He also shouts one big loud shout and everyone in the car shuts up.
Engineer: Man is also a quiet angry, but he plays the long game, he's more sneaky about it. He will use a device to fuck up someone's car without them knowing, offer to help them, then through his godlike engineering skills the car will do some unimaginable horror the second it starts up and he will drive away laughing. He isn't as skilled with the one big shout that heavy and demo are, so he'll be patient and wait until they're out of the car to fuck up Scout whoever was being loud and obnoxious in his car.
Medic: Does what Engie does, but to the person instead of the car. He also doesn't care if it's broad daylight in the middle of a city he'll just rearrange their skeleton right then and there then speed away. Average tuesday for him tbh. and also unlike Engie when he's done he'll be his usual cheerful happy giggly self right after as if it didnt happen. I think it'd take a lot to make him mad, cause he brushes it off by going 'im too amazing and sexy and beautiful for this shit'. He also HATES american roads, and hates having to constantly do km to mph conversions and drive on the wrong side
Sniper: He's the most chill i think, but he has definitely killed someone on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere and then left their body there. It takes a fair bit to give him road rage. When he does he just, follows. He's a patient man he'll get his revenge. I can also see him leaning out the window and giving the finger while shouting 'WANKA' though.
Spy: He does Medic's 'im too beautiful and sexy for this' but to a higher extreme. He's tooootally above road rage, toooootally. He toootally didnt leave a body on the side of the road and they still havent been found to this day, nope. His car is also expensive as hell, so no one touches him on the road for fear of having to pay damages on it.
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🐍 Cobra 4 🐍
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Character: OC Blaze Silva
Warning: Language & Angst
Word Count: 2.7K
A/N: Blaze finally wins over The Judgment Day.
Catch Up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Blaze’s Spanish was rusty AF but she knew that ‘diosa’ meant goddess. “Diosa? Hmm…I feel like you’re sweetening me up for something. What’s up?” Blaze laughed as the waitress sat plates down in front of them. “Oh absolutely. So I have a match coming up with Karrion Kross next Monday and since we will be in a cold weather city, it’s being written that the guys are delayed so they can’t join me. The plan is for Scarlett to jump on my back. I need you to get her off of me. Think you can do that?” he smiled. “Well, I haven’t been officially cleared for action but...I do have an appointment Wednesday at the center. Mmm, this is a damn good biscuit.” Blaze sighed. “As much as I’ve come to enjoy your shoe collection, I think you’re ready for action.” he smiled. “Oh? You got a favorite pair?” Blaze teased, he’d been looking at her in great detail if he noticed the differences in her black boots. “The chunky Chelsea boot with the chains around the ankle.” He spoke without batting an eye. “That was very specific.” she laughed. “They make your legs look amazing but more importantly, you feel sexy when you wear them. At least you act like you feel sexy when you wear them.” he smiled, stealing a forkful of her hashbrowns that she had just seasoned. 
“Quinn’s not gonna be upset that I’m giving you a ride home is he?” Damian teased as he grabbed her bag off the conveyor belt. “He’s at work.” Blaze grumbled, taking Damian’s backpack so he could wheel the heavier bags. “I kinda had you pinned as a truck guy. But somehow this is also fitting.” Blaze laughed as he popped the trunk on his Challenger. “Baby girl if you’d rather walk…that’s fine too.” he teased. “Chill, I’m just trying to wrap my mind around the physics of it all. You’re leggy.” Blaze laughed as he shooed her away from grabbing a bag. Damian sighed and walked around to open the passenger door. “Get in.” he commanded. “Yes sir.” Blaze growled playfully as she sat down and he closed the door. “Girl…don’t flirt with him. He’s not even your type, you’re just flirting to flirt.” Blaze scolded herself. Outside of the car, Damian was giving himself the same exact talk. “She’s not your type, don’t flirt with her. It doesn’t matter how stunning she is with her green eyes and pouty lips. She’s a coworker!” he grumbled, finally fitting their bags in the car. She watched him fold himself into the driver’s seat. “And yes…I’m comfortable!” he laughed as the engine roared to life. “I was just gonna sit over here and mind my own business.” Blaze laughed as they put some distance between them and the airport. They made small talk until he pulled into the gas station. “Want something to drink?” he asked, poking his head into the car. “Oh…sure. Mermaid recharger, I’ll Zelle you.” Blaze spoke. “I’ll send it back. Do you need a snack too?” he asked. It wasn’t that far of a drive to her place. “I’m good, thanks.” she smiled. In a few minutes, he returned with a large version of the mermaid energy drink and a bag of peanut M&Ms. Blaze was playing a Brazilian samba song on her phone. He could tell that she was so focused that she hadn’t noticed him getting into the car. “That sounds very summery. Reminds me of being on the island.” he said, tossing the candy into her lap.
“It reminds me of running around the favela in the summers with my brother and cousins. Ooh thank you.” Blaze spoke. Peanut M&M’s we’re here favorite. “Is your brother a ginger like you?” Damian asked. “Nope, he got lucky.” Blaze laughed, showing him a recent pic of her and her twin brother. “I’ve never been to Brazil.” he spoke, turning his focus back to barely moving traffic. “It’s lovely. Add it to your list. Try to go to Rio during Carnival if you can. You like a good party and it’s massive. Dancing, drinking, good food, good music, beautiful beaches & beautiful people. You’d fit right in.” Blaze laughed while scrolling through her phone. “Did she just call me beautiful?” He thought to himself. “You’ve never seen me dance. I’ve got two left feet.” he laughed, glad that they had this time alone together. The more he learned about her, the more interesting she became. “You’ll have to loosen up those hips if you want to Samba like a native. Big stiff ass!” Blaze teased. “You’ll have to teach me before we go so I don’t embarrass us….myself. So I don’t embarrass myself!” he sputtered. Pulling in front of her house was bittersweet. He was enjoying her company, but he was also making an ass of himself. “What kind of car is parked in that garage?” he asked. “I’m not making it easy for you. I’ll see you at the PC tomorrow and you can guess.” she laughed as she fished for her keys. He walked over to her side and opened the door for her. “And here I thought chivalry was dead. Thank you.” she smiled. “Not at all. Maybe you’re just hanging around the wrong men.” He shrugged, closing the door behind her. She walked to the trunk with him. “Nuh uh woman! Go unlock your door, I’ll bring your bag.” he growled. Blaze wondered what type of shape her home was in with Quinn being left to his own devices for almost 2 weeks. Thankfully when she opened the door, it was clean. “Thanks for the ride Luis…and the snacks. Oh…and breakfast. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Blaze smiled. “Yeah. Until tomorrow. Next time…you buy the snacks.” He smiled as she nodded and he walked off.
He climbed into his car, unable to mask the massive smile on his face as he drove home. Blaze couldn’t help but smile as she unpacked and started her laundry. Blaze hung onto the warm fuzzy feelings for as long as she could, Quinn would be home soon. “Lu tells me creative wants you to accompany him to the ring next week. How are we feeling about that?” Demi laughed as they FaceTimed. “Yeah, it should be fun. I’m excited to get back into action.” Blaze smiled. “I’ve talked to Luis and uhh…umm…I could hear him blushing.” Demi smiled widely. “I don’t know what you mean by that.” Blaze spoke, avoiding Demi’s blue-eyed gaze. “Nuh uh Mamacita. Spill the tea! What’s going on?” Demi cackled. “Nothing! I guess he just decided to stop hating me and it’s been very peaceful. We had breakfast at the airport and he dropped me off at home. Normal coworker shit.” Blaze smiled. “Bullshit girlie! He’s a big flirt, you’re a big flirt. I know flirting has been taking place.” Demi laughed. “He’s not even my type! He’s too…” “Too tall? Too handsome? Too fun? I heard he’s big where it counts!” Demi giggled. “Nooo…Demi. We’re not talking about the size of Luis’s penis.” Blaze blushed. “Ohh…so he’s Luis now? Interesting. Ok Blazer, I’ll drop it for now.” Demi laughed. 
Blaze made dinner and planned her next sets of clothing for the weekend. Quinn was late. Blaze called, it went to voicemail. She texted, he didn’t text back. “Baby, I just need to know if you’re ok.” She pleaded into another voicemail. She ate dinner alone and watched tv before calling Quinn again. Still no answer. Blaze cleaned up before calling him again. She was starting to worry because he still didn’t answer. His location wasn’t found. Since his concussion, he’d forget to charge his phone and it would die often during the day. She started leaving him notes around the house, but it still didn’t help. Blaze pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her keys. She didn’t want to think the worst but it felt like he was getting worst by the day. The hour was late, but she had to call. “Hey B. What’s up?” The voice on the other end yawned. “Darren, I know it’s late but he’s not home and his phone is probably dead.” Blaze sighed. “I haven’t heard from him today, Blaze. I’ll call the hospitals. I really hate that he’s putting you thru all of this. You’ve been killing it with Judgment Day by the way.” Darren sighed as he prepared to at least check and see if his big brother had been brought into any local hospitals. “Thank you Darren. Call me if you hear anything. I’m gonna drive around for a while and look in his usual places. I’m this close to putting an AirTag in his truck. But I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him. I just worry about him. He thinks it’s no big deal when it is!” Blaze grumbled. Darren could hear the fatigue in her voice. Quinn had been non-stop needy since she lost the baby, Darren knew she hadn’t really had time to properly mourn that devastating loss.
Blaze hung up from Darren and drove around by Quinn’s job. And his homeboy’s spots. He was nowhere to be found. Blaze’s heart raced as her phone pinged, it was Darren. 
Any luck? He’s not in any of the hospitals…I asked about John Doe’s and he hasn’t been arrested.
No, I checked his usual spots and the places between them. I’m gonna head home and wait. Thanks Darren.
Blaze’s hands shook so bad that she had to pull over. She was really worried about Quinn. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mind wandered to where he could be. Had he gotten into trouble? Was he lying unconscious somewhere? Blaze calmed down and drove home, she was so tired. She pondered canceling her training session and check-up for the morning but she was so close to being cleared for action that she could taste it. She needed to be cleared, being in the ring helped clear her mind. She crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. Blaze knew she couldn’t keep doing this with Quinn. He was her first love but he was changing into someone she barely recognized. Despite being so upset, Blaze slept like a baby for the few hours of shut eye she did get. She loved Quinn but nights without him in bed tossing and turning next to her were peaceful.
After her shower, Blaze did her usual GRWM video before climbing in the car and heading to the PC for her workout and medical evaluation. A few minutes after she posted, all of her JD fam had commented. Rhea wanted to know where she got the cute leggings from. Finn and Dom wanted the smoothie she made. JD asked about her knee and R-Truth wanted her to add his new single to the video. Damian wanted her to hurry up so they could do back and shoulders. 
“Well, Blaze… I think you’re ready for action. Are you excited?” The doctor asked as he typed notes into her file. “Yes! It’s been such a long road back. I’m excited to shake it up a little bit while Rhea’s gone.” Blaze smiled as she left the exam room and headed towards the gym. She could hear Damian’s deep laugh from the hallway. She stopped to text Rhea a quick thumbs up when Quinn’s face popped up on her screen. “I thought you were dead! I went out looking for you! I had Darren calling hospitals and police stations!” She almost yelled. She stepped outside to the parking lot cuz she knew she needed to yell. “You’re gone all the time anyway! You don’t care about us anymore B. Ever since you failed to give me a child, you don’t care anymore.” He yelled. “I didn’t fail. She was here, growing inside me and then you became so stressful that I lost her. You and your failed boxing career is why she’s not here! Don’t you ever in your goddamned, pathetic little life fix your fuckin mouth to say that I failed at becoming a mother! A father is supposed to protect his daughter and you couldn’t even get that right!” Blaze yelled as she leaned against the hood of her car, tears streaming down her face. He knew how to trigger her and he used it whenever they argued.
“You need to come home. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Where are you?” He commanded. “I’m going to work. Quinn…I’m tired of this. Why do you hate me all of a sudden?! I’ve done NOTHING but be there taking care of you! When everyone else left you…I’m still here. Like a fuckin idiot, I’m here.” Blaze yelled, not noticing Damian standing on the other side of her car. “Well it’s gotta be something Quinn. I feel like you hate me. Do you know how hard it is to be with someone who doesn’t like you? I don’t deserve any of this.” Blaze sighed. “I gotta go. Remember to charge your fuckin phone.” Blaze muttered before ending the call. A sob burst from her as she texted Luis that she needed to go. Her soul nearly left her body when she heard his phone ping. “So let’s go.” His deep voice spoke from behind her. He closed the distance between them in milliseconds, his big arms wrapping around her. “You can cry if you need to, I’m here.” Luis whispered.
Luis held Blaze as she cried. His embrace was soothing. “I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.” Blaze grumbled against his chest. “Let’s go put a smile on that beautiful face. Mind if I drive this?” He asked, lifting her off the hood. “You stay and finish your workout.” Blaze sighed, his hands still attached to her hips. “We say all the time that we’re a family. What kind of family would we be if I see you hurting and just walk away to do back and shoulders?” He sighed. “Rhea’s Mami. You’re…you’re the patriarch. Finn and Truth are the fun uncles. Dom is the baby and I’m literally the red-headed stepchild.” Blaze laughed through her tears. “You’re our baby now. And we protect the baby.” He laughed, she was two years older than Dom and Rhea. “Are you sure? Don’t let my emotional ass disrupt your routine.” Blaze smiled, realizing that she probably owed him a new hoodie. “Let me go grab my bag and we can go hang out.” He spoke, shoving her keys into his pocket so she couldn’t drive away.
He came back a few minutes later, Blaze was staring at her phone. “I never pictured you a Charger Hellcat girl. I imagined something cute like a lavender Wrangler.” He laughed, opening the passenger door so she’d get in. “I’m full of surprises. Speaking of surprises…guess who got cleared today?” She smiled, her throat raw from yelling and crying. “Awesome! Congratulations. We should go celebrate!” He smiled, giving her a high five as he pushed the start button. The engine roared to life, Blaze immediately felt her body relax. That feeling was the reason she bought the car. “Ohh yeah. Talk to Big Papi.” He growled as he ran his hands along the leather steering wheel. “Do you need a moment alone?” Blaze teased. “No, I’m good. Are there good Brazilian restaurants in Orlando? I’ve never had Brazilian food.” He smiled. “I know a good one. Not a steakhouse where they walk around with their meat out. (They both giggled) it’s owned by some friends of my dad’s. My treat.” Blaze put the address in the GPS and hit start. 
“Be honest with me, are you safe at home with him?” His voice filled with concern. “Physically, yes. Financially, yes. Mentally, sometimes. Emotionally, not at all.” Blaze admitted. “Not to be all in your business but…leave his ass.” He grumbled. They were friends now and he didn’t like his friends being mistreated. “It’s complicated.” She sighed. “I doubt it is.” He sighed. “We’ve been together since we were 16. I feel responsible for him. He needs me.” Blaze spoke softly, holding back tears. “But Blaze needs Blaze more than Quinn needs Blaze. Listen mama…it’s ok to outgrow people you love. Stop dimming your light for him.” He bellowed softly.
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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year
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WAIT WAIT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ANOTHE MXM IDEA
IMAGINE LIKE THE READER REUNITING WITH HIS MATE AFTER A LONGER TIME PERIOD FOR LIKE WTV ANGSTY REASON (broooo imagine the reader had gone thru smth traumatising like torture or some shit 😭😭) NAHHHH I MIGHT SPAM YOUR INBOX FR TONIGHT MY DRUNK BRAIN STARTED WORKING ON ALL LEVELS FROM ANGST TO NSFW LETSGOOOOO
Returned At Last Part 1
Pairing: Wolf x Reader
Word Count: 4506
Summary: All it was suppose to be a simple trip to earth. Wolf has a job to do. You're okay with that. You stay on the ship where it is safe. No one can hurt you from there. Wolf will come back and the two of you will leave. Don't let your guard down.
Author Note: Soooo I may or not have gone a little overboard with this. That's why it took a hot minute to get it out for you. Hopefully the length of it will be enough of an apology. But also, fucking love this, part of the reason why it's so fucking long.
I promise to all those who have asked me something, I am working on them. I just got side tracked with a few other writing prompts and drawing COD men.
Masterlist
Ao3
Part 2
Traveling out in space wasn’t all it was showed in shows. Getting stranded rarely happened; aliens boarding the ship to take over has never happened; stress and anxiety running high was also a nope. Everything was chill. It was just you and Wolf, flying through space as he hunted down Xenomorphs. When he gets off his ship to do his thing, you happily stay back, safe. He keeps you content with books, games, and other supplies his bought.
Yet, everything wasn’t chill today. Not everything goes perfectly. You weren’t safe.
It all started with a distress beacon coming from earth, funny enough. When Wolf told you about this, you jumped at the call. He, of course, couldn’t say no to the ancients telling him to respond. So, the two of you went through the void of space back to earth. You were more than happy to return after some time away. You couldn’t go visit family, since they believed you to be dead. Wolf had ordered you to stay on the ship. Why? You didn’t know.
This was your home planet after all. You knew about all the dangers, nothing could truly hurt you hidden out in the middle of nowhere. From what you could remember, Wolf placed the ship to be far from the origin. He said something about a gut feeling. Eh, you didn’t pay attention to him as he grumbled and gather his gear.
The two of you said your goodbyes to each other. Wolf went down the ramp, mask on, just like all the other times he has. You waved at him as the ramp started to close, locking you inside. It’s not like he has you trapped in here. You knew the code to leave if need be. He wouldn’t do that to you. There’s always a possibility that you needed to escape. One you didn’t believe in but let him have his way. If that made him content and knew you were safe, that’s all that matter to you as well.
When time passed at an unknown amount of time, just like any other time, you took roost in Wolf’s pilot chair. An action that didn’t save you. A book in hand, eyes scanning over the pages. One of the songs you liked hummed softly through the quiet air. Not a care or worry in the world. Nothing could hurt you while on your planet. That you believed in.
Something felt off. Your eyes lifted off of the page and snapped over to your water cup on the arm rest. The liquid inside was vibrating. Next, you peered over to the engine controls, thinking they somehow activated. Nothing. They were dormmate. That’s when you felt the pilot chair slightly tremble constantly underneath you. Huh?
You shifted to sit normally, gaze settling on the empty plains that sat out in front of the ship. Void of life and beings. If this was California, this could possibly be an earth quake? But you were unsure. You’ve never lived there. You didn’t know. That was the problem at hand.
Unable to relax or return to the book, you kept a flickering gaze on the scene before you. It was just you, the ship, and yellow sagebrush fields. The water kept rippling in its cup. It confused you on what could be causing that. An earthquake wouldn’t last this long. How right you were.
An idea came to mind. Wolf has taught you a few things about his ship, the basics in case of an emergency. You pressed a button on the console. A map of the scanned area appeared, like an aerial view of the plains.
Off to the ships, seven o’clock position was a small group of moving black dots. They were coming towards you. Oh shit! People. Not good. At all. They were heading towards the ship, towards you. Your quick fingers found the comm. Button close by and pressed it. Wolf kept his emergency comm. channel linked to the ship open at all time. For a situation that called for this.
“Wolf? There’s cars heading towards the ship. What should I do?” you questioned, eyes flickering back and forth the map. There’s been only two times you’ve flown the ship. Both opportunities have ended almost ended in a fiery explosion. You didn’t believe you could fly it again. Those chances were without stress. You weren’t worried there were people coming towards your camouflaged ship.
That thought made you paused. The shields were up… The camouflage was activated. How could they know where to drive? It wasn’t luck or chance they were heading in the right direction in the middle of nowhere. Wolf parked his vessel in the middle of nowhere. They shouldn’t know where to go unless…
Wolf hadn’t answered yet. “Wolf? Please, I don’t know what to do. I can’t fly this thing, you know that.” Silence from his end. You could almost groan at that. “Answer me! I need your help, Wolf!” you yelled as if that’ll help him hear you. Why wasn’t he answering? Fear gripped your heart in its deadly claws. Said organ thumping against its bony cage.
Your hands grasped the edge of the ship’s console, knuckles turning white. The vehicles continuously grew closer and closer and closer. Wolf didn’t respond. Had these people already got him? You blew that thought off though. This is Wolf you’re talking about. He took on a hybrid Xenomorph and Yautja. Probably one of the most deadly aliens out there known to existence. Best of all, the head is hung on his trophy wall.
Where are you, Wolf? Your head hung low. Solutions were running rampant in your mind. What to do? What to do? What could you do? Well, for starters, the ship. Its shields were strong, able to resist most blasts from enemy ships. So, these humans would struggle to break in. Yet, that didn’t quell your racing heart.
On the other hand, what couldn’t you do? Fly the damn thing. Wolf hasn’t taught you how to use the weapon system. Something about ‘oomans’ and killing themselves in stupid ways. In his own way, that’s him saying he loves you. You were fucked. You couldn’t escape with the ship. You couldn’t use the two massive guns attached to the belly. All you were a sitting duck for these humans to find and do whatever they want.
To be honest, you could hide. The ship offered many places for you squeeze yourself in. All you had to do was keep quiet and pray to Wolf’s god to keep you safe.
Contrary to belief, you would think living and being mates with a hunter/warrior race would automatically give you the knowledge to fight. Yeah, Wolf’s taught you a few things… it wasn’t going to be enough against the at least nine drivers of the vehicles.
With one last drop of hope, you pressed the comm. button once more. “They’re getting closer, Wolf. Please, I need you. I can’t fight them alone.” You held your breath, ears listening for anything that could signal he heard you.
Nothing. The last bit of hope in your heart was squeezed out. All you had was yourself now. He wasn’t responding which worried you. First, you had to ensure they didn’t get you. So when they leave, you could go find him; against his command before he left. Wolf always told you to stay on the ship. That’s where it was safer for you. He didn’t have to fret if you got yourself in trouble. You listened to him, knowing it was better to do so.
One last look at the map -the black dots less than a hundred yards away, you started to think on where to hide. Someplace they wouldn’t look for someone, if they were looking for you. That likelihood was extremely low. How would anyone know you’re with Wolf? You’re a random person who went missing.
On Wolfs ship, there are five rooms, not including the cockpit. Its not really a room, but oh well. First to come to mind was the kitchenette. That was quickly marked off the list. There was the cabinets to possible squeeze yourself in. You would have to displace some cooking wear. Anyone with a brain will be able to tell something was wrong in there.
Second on the list was the trophy room. Another place marked off. Unlike the kitchenette, it had no true places to hide away in. Only a few small drawers in Wolf’s desk he uses for his tools.
Next, the bedroom. The bed was large with a lot of blankets, courtesy to Wolf and his ability to hunt. Yet, to smother yourself underneath them all… you didn’t know how long they would the on the ship. You could slowly overheat and die or suffocate and die. Both options weren’t fun sounding. You crossed that one off as well.
At this point, you were running out time and rooms. The hull wasn’t going to offer you much either. It had boxes and crates expertly stacked. They were strapped down, filled with whatever Wolf like’s to haul through space. Again, taking the stuff out to hide inside of the crates would be stupid. These people will notice the items and think ‘let’s check these boxes’.
Last on the list was the sparring room. This was your best choice out of all the places this ship has. It had a couple cubby’s for weapons that were currently empty. Said weapons were out on their respected racks for Wolf to train with. You hoped he was okay. That it was just a fluke on him not answering the comm.
Since the sparring room offered the highest chance of survival, you hopped down from the chair. Three steps from the cockpit’s door, you heard the computer alert to a proximity breach. Shit, they were already outside the ship. Now wasn’t the time to screw around.
Quick, unsteady legs carried you to the second closest door to the right from the cockpit. It opened at your closeness. You skidded to a halt. The doors. They would open for them, besides the outside one. Another way Wolf tells you to say inside, where it was safe. It wasn’t going to be safe for much longer.
Your eyes flickered to the other doors. Terror gripped your heart. If you were to lock only one door, it would announce to the people outside that there was something important in there. Why else would it be lock while the others weren’t? Now, you only had two options: lock all the doors, loosing precious time or leave all the doors, lowering your chances for survival. The former would take time to do, time you don’t know if you had. The latter would offer more time to hide.
It's like you could hear Wolf whisper in your ear: give yourself a fighting chance. The second option was you rolling over and giving yourself to the group of people outside. One you didn’t want to do. Wolf would be so disappointed if he ever found out. Instead, you took the training he’s instilled into you to heart and changed tactics.
Let’s play a little Home Alone.
The kitchenette’s door opened at your proximity with a whoosh. The sight before you offered the same result to hiding, nowhere to truly squeeze yourself into. Your hand slapped against the touchpad next to the entrance of said room. Its metal door slid close at the command. You heard the tall tell sign of the lock clicking into place. One do-
An explosion rocked you off your feet, side slamming into the warm, metal ground. You hissed out in pain and sat up, hand rubbing at the aching area. Your vision swam for a moment, making you shake your head to clear it. What in the world was that?!
Then it hit you. The humans. What were they doing? A grunt escaped you as you returned to your feet, unsteady. By the sounds of it, they hadn’t breached the door yet. That left you with extra time to lock the rest and go into hiding.
With a newfound courage and energy, you raced against a fatal clock towards the next door. It was across the wide hallway, with a concave floor in the middle. Like a small common area for Yautjas to relax while traveling through space. You reached the trophy room gateway and did the same action as before. It locked before you. Another down. Just a couple more…
After quickly finishing with the third door – the bedroom, you sprinted towards the second to last one: the hull. If you got this locked, it would take them even longer to get into here. The main entrance was in there, sealing this do-
Before you could take a third step, a blast forced the ship to pitch. It threw you completely off balance, back bouncing off of the nearest wall. Then, you crashed back onto your formerly injured side. “Wolf!” You cried out, writhing for a long moment on the ground. That was going to heavily bruise later. That you could promise.
Voices. You paused, stilling completely, down your breath. Voices down below. You gasped, eyes wide and scrambled back to your unsteady feet. That door needed to be locked, no matter what now. Injured or not. That was your last of defense before they stormed the upper levels, where you were.
Now, with that on your mind, you uncoordinatedly ran towards the hull’s door. It opened, just like any of the others at your presences. An array of curse words pouring inside of your mind at this. Those former voice grew louder, their boots pounding against the metal floor. The next second, you hit the touchpad far harder than you meant to. The entrance before you closed on your command, sealing the second to last door to you.
As much as you wished to take a second to breathe, you jogged over to the last door. “Get this door open!” someone shouted from the other side when you weren’t even two steps away from it. Already?! How quick were these guys?
When you stepped into the room, about to spin around to close it off, another explosion had you stumbling out of it. Before you know it, you were on the cockpits floor.
Through the pain and splitting headache, you staggered over to the panel. On the other side of the room, smoke encased the hull’s door. A flash of red dots could seen marking the smoke. Guns. They had guns. You don’t know why you thought that be news. If these guys know what they’re doing on a Yautja’s ship, of course they would have weapon. Fear still slapped you in the face. You weren’t your boyfriend. He could survive many shots from a gun. You couldn’t.
Your hand slapped against the touchpad, sealing you from them. For the time being. With how quick they were able to knock down the hull’s door… you didn’t have hope they wouldn’t be able to do the same to the others. You turned around though, eyes scanning over the limited area in here. One entrance, one exit. You stuck in here.
An idea came to mind. A while back, Wolf had to do some work on the navigation after a run in with a large beast on a random planet. He took you under his wing and had you sit next to him as he worked. He didn’t talk and just showed you what he did. It’s not like you could ever do it yourself without his help. You didn’t dare touch any of the important ship’s wiring, in case you screwed something up. He knew what he was doing. You’ll happily sit there, twiddling your thumbs while observing.
The spot you were thinking of was underneath the control console. It offered a hidden spot off to the side, away from sight. You could possibly squeeze yourself behind the panel. The area there was small and tight, even for a human. It would luck to be able to fully close it. Yet, it was better than just standing he-
“Find that pet of his!” The earth stopped spinning; your thoughts came to a screeching halt. What?! They know of you. It had to be you they were talking about. Why are they coming for you? How do they even know?! Your heart felt like it dropped six feet underground. You stumbled backwards, back against the closed door, hand on your sternum. They were looking for you. They have guns. You were going to die. They were going to kill you. Why? Why?! Your brain screamed at you. Tears started to dribbled down your cheeks as all you could was lean heavily against the door. They were going to kill you.
The only thing stopping you from accidentally announcing where you were was the hand over your mouth. It held in the sobs, the cries, the whimpers. What you couldn’t hold back was the tears staining your face.
Wolf was going to come back from his hunt to find you dead, your brain splattering his ship’s cockpit. Why didn’t he answer? Where was he? Why did he leave? He should’ve never come back here. Earth was bad. It held bad memories. It’s going to hold more. You dead. He’s going to go after them but it won’t bring you back. You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you.
One last sporadic drop of hope entered your heart. It might been the adrenaline racing the organ to feel that way or the terror that squeezed it. You’ll never know. You sprinted towards the control console, seeing the comm. channel light still on. “Wolf, please, I need you!” you whimpered, hands grasping the metal so tightly your knuckles turned ghost white. “They’re here. They’re on the ship. They have guns. They know I’m here. They’re looking for me.”
The longer you talked, the more it seemed you were going down a spiral. Big, fat, globs of tears splattered against the console. You sobbed, no longer caring how quiet you were. “They’re going to kill me, Wolf. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. I need you, please!” you cried to him and fell to your knees. your head bowed, forehead touching the edge of the dashboard.
Your shoulders shook, sobs leaving your mouth freely. They had to have heard you at this point but you didn’t care now. All you wanted was Wolf to be here. Here with his arms around your body and protect you from the calling of death. “I don’t want to die,” you whimpered, eyes blurry with tears. “They’re going to kill me.” You were too caught up to hide. It was too late.
One last blast knocked down your last line of defense. You stood up and spun around at the same time, back leaning heavily on dashboard. Smoke clouded the most likely demolished doorway now. You held your breath, waiting for a bullet to pierce the unknown and strike you.
Instead, it was them that breached the heavy smoke. When their gazes immediately landed on you, all of their weapons faced you. “Hands up!” one shouted and used the barrel of his gun to motioned for you to put them up. Terror washed over your face at the sight. It froze you in the very spot you stood in.
“No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf. This is where you die. Wolf was somewhere far away, not answering the call. He’s going to come back to you dead. On the cockpit’s floor of his ship, cold and lifeless.
“Get the fuck on the ground, fucker!” another demanded of you. Move, your brain screamed at you. Move! Do something. Anything. Just move!
You fell to your knees, hands gripped in front of in a plea. “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me,” you begged of them. Out of the seven of them, you saw the closest one’s eyes crinkle. He was smirking. He stepped towards you, staying a decent distance away. His gun continuously pointed at your head, finger on the trigger. Your body shook, eyes wide as you watched him, unable to move.
Said man chuckled, shoulders shaking with the action. “I won’t if you listen to us very carefully. None of us are afraid to pull the trigger and end you. Leave you here, deader than a doorknob,” he snarked and motioned with his gun for you to get on the ground. “Now, face down, hands behind your back.”
It struck you. They weren’t going to kill you. They were going to take you. You didn’t know what was worse. Being captured or head blown to pieces right here. Captured means they’re probably going to torture you. They’re going to ask about Wolf and when you don’t give in, they’re going to hurt you. You weren’t prepared for that.
“No!” you shouted at him, teeth gritting against one another. A slow, molasses of courage starting to seep into your veins. Wolf would want you to fight. You were going to fight. You weren’t going to let them capture you. You weren’t going to give up Wolf.
A chorus of laughter erupted from the group. The closest barked his laugh before marching up to you and shoving the barrel of the gun into your head. From the headache and bruising side, you hissed. “It think’s he has a choice, boys. What do you say? Show it how wrong it is?” he questioned his fellow patriots and kept the barrel of the gun pressed into your head. You refused to go down so easily.
Similar to yourself, you know where to hurt a man. Your fist curled into a shaky fist as your head turned to stared him in the eye. A newfound fire flickering to life within your eyes.
It was like he read your mind. The bottom of his combat boots met your uninjured side and sent you sprawling across the floor. You cursed as pain flooded your left side.
Before you could get back up, a knee knocked the air out of your lungs and stayed glued to your back. The barrel was returned to the side of your head. “See? Wasn’t that easy to just listen. You must do it for your owner all the time.” Owner? Who is he talking about?
“Get off of me!” you yelled at him and squirmed, doing everything in your power to get back up. The clicking of a gun cocking stopped you in your tracks. “If you kill me, there won’t be anywhere on this planet you can hide. He will kill you.”
“Your owner won’t do anything. You’re just his pet, a plaything to him. He’ll leave you to rot in the cell we put you in.” That former fear began to creep back inside of your heart. Wolf wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t leave you behind.
“You’re an ass,” you growled at him. That only earned you a chuckle from him and the others around. It was weak, nothing more than a mosquito flying around. Said man shoved his knee further into your back, forcing you to cry out. “Get off of me, you cunt!”
“Ohhh, the pet has a mouth of it. I thought that alien would’ve made you learn by now,” the leader – as you’ve named him, taunted before whacking you with the butt of his gun. You gasped, vision blurring for a moment. “Got nothing to say now?” You stayed quiet, not wanting to get hit again. “Look, boys. We did a better job than that alien.”
The others laughed with him. Humiliation flooded your veins. You had no choice but to listen now. They had made it clear they were willing to hurt you to get their way. “Alright, boys, get this thing cuffed and head out. I don’t want to stay here any longer than we need to be.”
That last sentence peaked your interest. They were scared of Wolf. Well, of course, who wouldn’t be? He’s a highly, well trained hunter with hundreds of years of experience underneath his belt. The first time you saw him, you were terrified of him. It’s a natural reaction to him.
Cuffed? They were going to take you. Capture you. Possibly torture you for information about Wolf. Information you’re not willing to give up so easily. Yet, you’re not trained. “No!” you snapped and struggled underneath him. You weren’t going to be taken! You didn’t want to be.
“Oh shut up, pet. I’ve had my fun and you’ve had your moment. We’re leaving with you alive or dead. Doesn’t matter to us. We get paid all the same.” One of the other soldiers entered your personal space and handed the leader a pair cuffs. The latter gave a gruff thanks. He hooked his weapon with a strap across his back. With the newly acquired cuffs, he snatched both of your hands and twisted them behind your back.
Your heart stuttered in its bony cage. Terror entered your veins as the first biting, cold cuff encircled your wrist. “Wolf!” you cried out, voice wavering with that one word. “Please Wolf. They’re going to take me.” You knew he couldn’t hear your pleas. You knew he hadn’t answered your calls. He somewhere far away, hopefully okay. It matter to you that you tried.
Where was he? You wanted him here, with his arms around you, protecting you. You didn’t care if he killed them and embraced you the moment after. You wouldn’t care about the stench or sight. You wanted Wolf right now.
The knuckles of a furled fist connected with the side of your head. You groaned. “Shut up, before you blow your brains out right here.” Before you had a chance, the same cold, bitter feeling of the second cuff encased your other wrist. They had you cuffed and ready to be taken. Why didn’t you just hide? Why were you so stupid sometimes in the face of danger? Why wasn’t Wolf here?
With the help of the second closest soldier – the one that handed the leader a pair of cuffs, they both easily lifted you off of the floor. Each had an arm under your pits and dragged you from the cockpit. The fight inside of you was gone before it had time to bloom.  You were captured, injured and crying silently. Tears stained your cheeks, falling to the warm metal floors.
Unbeknownst to you, Wolf heard every word, every cry for help. He heard your pleads for him as he raced back, full speed ahead. His older body aching more than ever to reach you in time. He heard the nasty name they called you. Those pyode-amedha were going to pay for laying a hand on you.
Wolf skidded to a stop in the cockpit. Your pungent odor of fear assaulted him. It was too late. The walls shook with a mighty, deafening roar.
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୨⎯ "𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓"
(Im new on here and I hope you guys enjoy this!! It's actually the first chapter of my new wp fanfic)
Tw: abusive relationship, toxic relationship, strangling, dark rafe, jealousy.
Rafe wasn't the sweetest guy, not even close. He loved thea a lot but he would never show it, he was too 'cool for that lovey-dovey shit' in his words.
So when he called her up and told the girl to be ready in 10, she was completely confused. Still, thea made sure her pretty long locks fell perfectly and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged all the right places and a tight brown top.
"Baby, what's this? I'm taking you out. Somewhere nice so put one of the pretty dresses I've brought you, k?" Rafe doesnt ask, he tells.
"but I like this" whines the blonde as she stands in front of the mirror looking at him behind her slim frame in the reflection, she was 5'9 so he didn't tower over her as much as he did his ex.
Rafe sighs loudly and stares at there reflection. He shakes his head and grabs the girls wrist, turning towards him.
"I like this outfit too babe, but this time, I want my girlfriend to look extra good. So either put on the pink dress or the black one I got you." rafe said as he stared at her pretty face. Thea Peyton was lucky she was blessed with her mother's nose and her father's golden strands, making her the most beautiful chick in the Obx.
"fine" she huffs, strutting upstairs to change and feeling Rafes eyes dig daggers into her as her heals land on the wood.
Rafe watchs as Thea made her way upstairs. He watchs the way her hips sway as she walks, how everything he got the girl hugged her body and he couldn't help but smile to himself.
This was the first relationship where he was genuinely attracted to the girl he was dating, instead of faking it, maybe this one would actually be good.
She comes back down after 10 minutes. Now in a tight pink dress, searching rafes face for any indication he doesnt like it.
"You look amazing in that babe, really shows off your curves." Rafe cant help but stare at her. The dress was tight in all the right places and Rafe couldn't take his eyes off of thea. Hes mesmerized by how gorgeous she looks. He glances back down, not wanting her to notice how much he was staring.
"so where you taking me Rafey?" Thea asks him softly, letting her hand sway with his as he leads them both to his black truck which is where lots of there most unspeakable acts were performed.
"It's a surprise babe." Rafe beams as he opens the truck door for her. He climbs in after and shuts it. He starts the car, the engine purring. The truck starts to slowly drive out, and as he drives his eyes go over to her and he immediately grins.
"why are you being so nice?" she questions as the girl trys to rack her brain to remember if maybe it was one of there anniversarys? nope, or was it a holiday? wrong again.
Rafe laughs a little bit as her brain went into overdrive. "Babe, don't overthink it. I'm just being a good boyfriend. I thought that maybe we could go to a nice restaurant tonight and just chill." Rafe shrugged and smiles again.
Both ride in silence as they drive out of the city into the country passing all the big white houses that fill the streets of the outer banks. When she sees a sign for a nearby restaurant, Thea can't help but notice it's very nice and fancy. He pulls up and gets out, opening the door again.
"wow, how kind of you" she thanks in a posh british accent, her heels slightly twisted on the gravel of the parking lot.
Rafe chuckles at the way she thanked him making a mental note to tease the blonde later.
"Just following etiquette." He holds her hand and leads Thea to the restaurant, pushing the glass and greeting the waiter before they are sat at a nice table for two. It was empty besides the pair.
The waiter brought out menus and after a bit, Rafe ordered for her and himself. The waiters left to give the two time to talk. Rafe takes this opportunity to stare lovingly at her from across the table "am i dying or something?" Thea giggles as his icy blues don't leave her tanned skin.
"No, just a simple date babe." Rafe rolls his eyes mockingly but he keeps that grin plastered on his face. He leans forward a little and places his forearm on the table and his other hand goes to brush her light hair back, caressing theas cheek with his thumb.
A tingle runs down her spine and she couldn't help but notice rafe was acting different. Almost a bit too sweet, but he's probably just feeling a little romantic, right?
Then it clicks that rafe was only trying to make his girlfriend forget about what he had done to her last week.
Last weekꜜ
It was a Wednesday, and thea and her boyfriend sat in her room arguing again. She had put a love heart on her friend's photo on instagram and he wasn't taking it so well.
The argument was the same thing as always—you're too social, you have too many male friends, there's always drama etc. It was getting old and she were so sick of it. He was leaning his whole body over her lean frame now, looming over Thea and he grabbed her by the neck, shaking her a little bit.
"rafe please you're hurting me" She winced as his cold gold rings and to the pain of the pressure.
"Oh am I hurting you babe?" Rafe looks down with his blue eyes, filled with anger. "You hurt me every time you look at other men, every time you text them back, every time you're nice to them. You don't understand the pain you cause me." He grits his teeth and shakes a little bit harder.
Thea claws at his skin, trying to get free and to finally catch a breath, her nails dig into his skin and leave little marks which he will feel later. He lets out a little grunt of pain, but his grip on her tightens, making it hard to breathe.
He leans closer and screams into the girl's scared face, the veins on his neck and forehead are bulging "What is so hard to understand about that? You are mine and mine alone! If you can't handle that then maybe you should just leave then, right!" He leans even closer to her, his nose pressing against theas at this point.
Thea started to cry and she can't help but feel a wave of fear as Rafe pushes his weight down on her. His hand tightens around your throat, the lack of air making her breath shallow and frantic.
He takes his large hand away from her, chuckling gently at her as she falls to the floor. Her breath heavy as she gets access to the air again, clutching her neck to try soothe the pain.
Rafe just laughs and stands over Thea, not helping her up. He shakes his head thinking he's done nothing wrong and laughs again.
"See this is why you need to stop being so social and nice to people. If you just did what you were supposed to, none of this would happen." Rafe shrugged and sat down on the bed, leaning back on her pillows.
Of course, it was her fault.
Present dayꜜ
Rafe kept caressing her cheek. His grin never faded as his eyes looked deep into theas. There was an edge to the sweetness that she didn't like. He seemed a little too happy given how aggressive and mean he could get in just seconds. There was a certain anger behind those icy blues now that she noticed.
Rafe pulled her blonde hair a little too hard when he brushed it back over her shoulder, and that same tingle she felt a few minutes ago now felt like a pinprick in her stomach. He noticed this small change in the girl and his eyes narrowed, but he kept that nice guy persona.
The real question is how long can he last before lashing out again? He would never really change and both knew that.
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korn-dogz · 1 year
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Can you make a smut Walt Jr x reader or something. Just make it anything that you want.
Hope You're doing great! :)
(forget about the other request..)
Sure!! I love jr so much and he deserve better
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Warning: just fluff :)
You were chilling on your bed listening to some music coming from your mp3 when your phone buzzes. It’s a Text form Flynn,
Flynn: hey y/n! :) how are you?
You immediately respond,
You: hey Flynn! I’m doing good
Flynn: that’s great? Hey so, you’re not busy are you?
You: nope, I’m not going anything right now
As you send the text you look over at the clock beside you 7:30 the clock reads
Flynn: I was wondering if you wanted to come over, my parents are not home I think they’re working..
You: that sounds great Flynn! I’ll meet you there at.. 7:40??
Flynn: sounds great! I’ll see you then :)
You put down your phone and start getting ready, you start thinking to yourself “what could he possibly want at this hour? Eh it’s probably nothing”you put on a slightly baggy pair of jeans and a dark red shirt with a beautiful pattern on it.
You finish getting ready and you hop in your car turning on the engine,
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You arrive at Flynn’s house and you ring the bell,you wait a couple seconds before the door opens, “hey Flynn! It’s good to see you” you say as you hug him, “h-hey y/n” he hugs you back, “so, what do you want to do?” He makes room for you to come in “I w-was thinking w-we could go to my room a-and listen to some music t-t-together” you always knew Flynn likes music, he even showed you some bands he likes
You followed him to his room as he made room for you on his bed, he let his music play, you enjoyed his music taste, he would always show you songs that he’d think you’d like, you were laying down beside him as you turned you head to look over at him. You and Flynn had been friends for such a long time, you’d help him with his homework he’d help you, you always enjoyed his presence. You were admiring him when the song eyes without a face by Billy idol came on
You recognized the song as he had shown you it, you started singing along quietly, soon you feel something touch your hand you look down to see Flynn’s hand slowly trying to hold your hand, you slimed as you locked hands with him. You saw the look on his face when you did, you could see the blush on his face, you decided to move closer to him, “hey Flynn, can I tell you something?” You ask him in a soft voice “o-oh uh s-sure” he’s gorgeous you sometimes heard his mom talk about how handsome he is and shes right, “I’ve liked you for a really long time now.. and I think you’re really handsome and you have an amazing music taste” you finish your confession, you can’t look him in the eyes after that
Flynn didn’t say anything for what felt like hours, "r-really??” He suddenly bursts out ”I’ve l-liked you f-for such a l-long t-time!” And with that he leaned in for a kiss, you were a bit taken back because you didn’t see it coming but soon enough you returned the kiss, his lips are soft and warm you pulled him closer
He hugged you tightly but not taking his lips off of you. You pulled away to catch some air, you looked into his eyes. He was beautiful, his fluffy hair and they way he looked at you had you blushing hard.
You whispered into his ear “I love you” and kissed him 
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You Were Marked: Day Twenty-One.
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pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C     
word count: 9.9K  
chapter summary:  Marathel explains it all.  
author's note: This is the chapter where Marathel finally tells the whole story of her upbringing in the Hold, as well as what she learned about herself from the Reconstructionists. This chapter is very dark, full of descriptions of triggering events, as well as deliberate and liberal use of the c-word. The warnings are under the cut. If you have been keeping up with this story, you should have a feel for where this chapter is going to go. If you find warnings potentially triggering, please don’t continue. 
***Please feel free to comment, kvetch, or otherwise speak your mind about my work. ***   
warnings:  angst, violence to women, violence to animals, aftermath of ritual abuse, aftermath of ritual sexual abuse, aftermath of torture, mental illness, degradation of women, rape, rape aftermath, non-con sexual situations, sexual situations, suicide ideation, suicide attempt aftermath, miscarriage by violence, allusion to drug use, description of ritual sexual abuse, description of child sexual abuse, past child abuse, sexual abuse by children, deep misogynistic entrenchment, mention of incest and infertility, mention of medical issues, English and Mando’a cursing  
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Din sat in the cockpit of the Crest, listening to the engines scream their way through hyperspace. Up until three weeks ago, he believed he had enjoyed a relative sameness to his days.  Any other bounty trip, he would be lounging in his seat, in the galley drinking caf, taking a nap, preparing for the hunt.  The addition of Grogu changed these options very little; Din now had a companion for these activities — although Din drew the line at giving Grogu caf.  The kid had once sneaked half a cup while Din was taking a leak and the boy practically vibrated for the next three hours. 
Now, Din was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he watched the striations of hyperspace, willing his ship to move faster.  What is Marathel thinking? Going back to Unmanarall?   She’d better get that thought out of her head, because there is no way I’m going to let that happen!  I’m just now getting used to the concept of her being a part of my life!  Of Grogu’s life!  I didn’t get my head smashed in, nearly burn out my ship’s engines, break my feet, and get smacked with a … fucking giant dildo just for her to go running back to that … pit of degradation!  To those men, who did their best to destroy her! 
Nope, not gonna happen. 
Earlier, Din had received a message from Cobb, who let him know that the women were due in Mos Eisley a few hours after Din and Grogu were scheduled to get back to Mos Espa.  Din offered to get them from the spaceport, but Cobb said that he had it under control.  Din then said he and Grogu would run over to Mos Eisley on a speeder, meet them there, be there for when Marathel returned, but Cobb suggested that Din and Grogu just wait for them at the palace.  Din, irritated, then sent Boba a string of messages, essentially to bitch that Cobb was being an asshole, telling him that Cobb didn’t have the right to tell him what to do, nor should Cobb do what he perceived as keeping Marathel away from him, especially since he suspected Cobb had been a bit fresh with Marathel.  Boba sent a single response: 
BF: Chill the fuck out Din 
Boba must have forwarded Fennec the string of messages, for she had sent Din a new holo of Marathel, sitting on the padded bench, her feet up, her lap covered with a blanket that Din had not seen before.  She was in profile as she stared out the large window of the carriage, gazing at the same striations of hyperspace as he.  Her face was calm, but hard, as if she were wearing invisible armor.  Din focused on Marathel’s eyes, which were steadfast, almost stern, like she had made a definitive decision — and he was sure she intended to give him the brush-off for reasons he did not know or understand.   
Mesh’la, he thought.  Don’t make me let you go.  Just look at me and tell me what has hardened your heart. 
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Marathel had finally uncurled herself from her protective ball, and was lounging on the padded bench, her new-to-her blanket over her lap.  The light show outside the window was fascinating to her.  This was the first time she was cognizant of her traveling through space, a concept that was still so strange.  Her whole life, she had only known the Hold, and now she knew that merely was tiny patch of land on a little ball that was floating in darkness with many balls, little and big, very similar or vastly different from the one she knew.  There is so much that I don’t know, thought Marathel.  At least I know that I know nothing.   
As she continued to gaze out the window, Marathel noticed a dark shape moving within the moving stripes of light.  It was large — it had to be huge — certainly larger than this ship that Marathel was currently sitting in. Whatever it was, it was moving at the same speed as the ship she was on but undulating as it moved.  Occasionally, some part of it pierced the light striations, sending sparks behind it.   
Marathel rolled up to her knees and moved to the window to get a better look.  Fennec, who had been reading the blind copy of Din’s irritated ramblings to Boba, noticed her movement.  She looked up to see Marathel kneeling next to the window, hands on the perspex shield, looking with wonder at the hyperspace lights outside.  Curious, Fennec captured a quick holo of Marathel — she looked quite pretty, with her face full of amazement — and stood to look out the window herself.  
“Can you see it, Fennec?  What is it?” 
“That’s a Purrgil.  A Purrgil Ultra, I would guess, by its size.” 
Marathel scoffed.  “Yes, of course, a Purrgil.  I should have known.  But what is it?” 
Fennec chuckled.  “It’s a space whale.” 
“A whale?  I don’t know what that is.” 
Fennec, amused, replied, “No whales on your planet?” 
“Not that I’m aware of.” 
“You have fish, though, right?” 
“Fish, yes, but nothing that large.” 
“Well, most whales are mammals, not fish … but anyway, these whales, instead of swimming in water, they follow the slipstreams of hyperspace.  Sometimes they collide with ships, and ships will often shoot at them to get them to leave.” 
“What a terrible thing to do.  I think they are beautiful creatures.” 
“They can be dangerous,” said Fennec with a shrug. 
“She’s not dangerous,” said Marathel.  “She’s only keeping us company.”  Marathel continued to kneel at the window, watching the Purrgil.  Fennec went back to her holopad and her conversation with Boba about what a pain Din was at the moment.  Fennec had just shot off the message Din’s just being a lovesick jackwagon, and I recall voicing my concerns about Cobb and you blew me off when Marathel gasped; the Purrgil had come closer to the ship and appeared to be looking back at Marathel with her enormous eye.   
“Hello,” whispered Marathel.  I see you, and I think you see me.  What a magnificent thing you are!  The Purrgil’s eye was the deepest blue-green of the lagoon below the cliff on Unmanarall, the one she … her thought was interrupted by the piercing whistle of a red laser blast hitting the giant Purrgil.  The Purrgil shrieked, the sound reverberating into the ship, rattling the window and vibrating through Marathel’s soul.  “NO!” screamed Marathel, beating her hands on the window.  “She wasn’t hurting anyone!”  Marathel felt Fennec’s hands on her shoulders, pulling her away from the perspex.  The Purrgil was hit with more laser blasts, and Marathel could feel the vibrations of the Purrgil wailing.  Marathel began to wail as well.  “WHY?  Why are they hurting her? Why do they always have to hurt everything?”  Marathel crumpled down to the floor and sobbed into her hands.  “It never stops!  It never changes!  They always hurt us, they only ever want to kill us, and it NEVER STOPS!” 
The door of the carriage slid open, and a conductor entered, saying, “Ladies!  You’re disturbing the other passengers!” 
Fennec stood and faced the conductor.  “I’m trying — but she’s not well!”  Marathel continued to sob.  “Give her some time, she will calm down … she was a torture victim!  She’s just upset!” 
The conductor backed up and called into his wrist communicator: “send the medi-droid to suite X-1138 immediately.”  Fennec stepped forward, and the conductor put his hands up.  “You brought an unstable woman aboard?  She will need to be tranquilized for the remainder of the journey.” 
Fennec turned back to Marathel, saying, “Marathel, please, you need to quiet down, you need to calm yourself, or they’re going to tranq you.” 
“I don’t want to be CALM!  I don’t want to be STILL!   I don’t want to be quiet anymore!  I want to be angry!  Why am I not allowed to be ANGRY?” 
Fennec took Marathel’s hands.  “You can be angry all you want, but what you’re doing isn’t going to help you or the Purrgil.”  Fennec put her hands on Marathel’s shoulders, giving her a little shake and hissing, “You’re drawing too much attention.  Now get up off the floor.” 
A medical droid appeared in the doorway, and Marathel looked at it in panic before she shut her eyes and worked to calm her breathing.  Fennec helped Marathel back to the padded bench, giving her back the blanket, and sat next to her, taking Marathel’s hand, which was knotted into a fist.  The conductor grunted and tapped a report into his holopad.  After a short time, the conductor snapped, “Arm,” holding out his hand.  Marathel gave the conductor a baleful look but dutifully lifted her arm.  The conductor scanned the chip.    “Refugee from Jakuu,” muttered the conductor.   
“Yes,” replied Marathel. 
“Name?” 
“Marathel ap Unmapeth.” 
The conductor looked at Marathel.  “From Jakuu?  With a name like that?  Only ever heard a surname of that sort from Lew’el before.”  The conductor harrumphed and went back to tapping on the holopad.  “Spice addict?” 
“No,” snapped Fennec.   “A … slave, a torture victim, like I said.  Badly injured and still recovering.”   
The conductor scowled.  “A belligerent and combative patient still requires tranquilizers and a medical permit.” 
Fennec took a deep breath, attempting to control herself before she began whaling on this jerk’s ass.  “She had never seen a Purrgil, and was upset when the ship began firing on it.  She has been greatly traumatized recently.  Have some damn compassion.” 
The conductor snorted.  “I need to get back to First Class.  Keep her quiet,” he snapped as he and the medi-droid left the cabin, shutting the door behind them.   
Fennec grumbled under her breath.  That went well.  And as much as she’d just like to slap the woman and tell her to get it the fuck together, Fennec knew she couldn’t — not just because Marathel had had enough of that kind of treatment, but because Din would lose his everloving shit. Forget a Life Day rom-com holovid, these two are a walking Naboo tragic opera, for kriffing out loud. Fennec also believed that Marathel was working towards the Death Star explosion of all meltdowns soon, and she did not want to be within range of that.   
Marathel put her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Fennec, you’re right, I’m behaving … foolishly.” She roughly swiped her tears away.  “I’ll be quiet from now on.” She leaned back and looked out the window again.  “She’s gone.  I hope she wasn’t badly hurt.  Or killed.” 
Fennec took Marathel’s hand again and gently squeezed it.  “Purrgils are tough.  They have to be, to live out there.  One that size could have destroyed this whole ship, even accidentally.” 
Marathel sniffed.  “Well, maybe this ship shouldn’t be where they are.  Even I know enough to stay out of the water where the Great Godynferth is.”  Marathel looked thoughtful.  “I keep forgetting to tell Grogu that story.” 
“Will I get to hear it?”  Fennec asked with a chuckle.  “Will Din get to hear it?” 
“I don’t believe he’ll want to, after he hears what I must tell him.” 
“Marathel … I think you really underestimate Din Djarin.” 
Marathel sighed.  No, Fennec, I don’t think I do.  Din Djarin is still a man, and men don’t like to hear certain things.  Certain truths.  She continued to hold Fennec’s hand, and both women watched the hyperspace go by.   
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It was several hours later when the transport touched down at Mos Eisley spaceport.  Marathel and Fennec passed through customs easily, as they had only a small bag for luggage, and they both had chips.  The spaceport was large and noisy, making Marathel nervous, so she stuck close to Fennec.  Fennec saw Cobb waiting on the other side of the security barrier and waved.  He waved back, a single flick of his hand, and waited for the women to clear security, gazing at Marathel. 
She looks so beautiful, and still so sad.  They may have healed her wounds, but her heart looks irreparably broken, thought Cobb, and he sighed.  And Din, of course, thinks he needs to fix her.  And if what I think is true … then … I just hope he’s still willing to try.  
The women finally made it out of security after a final scan of their chips.  Marathel was rubbing her arm where the chip was, and apparently had been doing so for some time, as her arm was red, and Fennec pulled her hand away.  Cobb came forward, intending to pull Marathel into a hug, but she deftly sidestepped him.  Instead, Cobb took the bag she was wearing over her shoulder, and he took hold of her hand so she could not rub her arm any longer.  Marathel looked up at Cobb, thinking about protesting, but deciding not to bother. 
“You look a lot better, honey.  Din will be very happy to see you.”  Marathel shrugged, and Cobb put his other arm around her, leading both of them out of the spaceport to a speeder parked nearby.   
“I’m so tired,” said Marathel.  “Is it far to the palace?” 
“A couple – three hours, unfortunately.  But you can curl up in the back and take a nap, if you like.  Riding shotgun, Fennec?” 
Fennec yawned.  “If I have to.  I hope you don’t want company, Cobb.  I’ll probably doze off myself.” 
“If I’m tired, you must be exhausted, Fennec,” mused Marathel.  “Not only have you had to run from station to planet and back again, but you’ve also had to put up with me -- and my bad moods -- this whole time.   All I’ve had to do was just sit there.” 
Fennec, surprised to hear some light-heartedness coming from Marathel, replied, “Well, that’s as maybe, but I didn’t get genetically modified over the past couple of days.”  She squeezed Marathel’s free hand.  “Are you ready?”  Marathel looked at Fennec, and in Fennec’s eyes she could see the unasked question: are you ready to face Din? 
Marathel nodded, and let Cobb help her into the back of the speeder.  Once they were on their way, Marathel was unable to keep her eyes open, so she wrapped herself in her blanket, lay down on the bench seat, and fell asleep. 
Din and Grogu had landed back at the palace and were waiting.  Grogu was doing a much better job of being patient.  He had wrangled a second dinner out of Silnima, and had eaten so slow Din wondered briefly if the boy were sick again.  Din kept looking into the kitchen corridor, listening for any commotion that seemed like someone was returning to the palace. Each time, Grogu would coo or bleat, any kind of noise that would draw Din’s attention back to him.  Eventually, Din twigged to what the boy was doing, and he was grateful.  “How’d you get so smart, little guy?”  He dipped his head to press his forehead to Grogu’s.   
Boba poked his head into the kitchen.  “There you are.  They just hit Mos Epsa,” he said, and Din leapt to his feet, snatching Grogu off the table, who squawked angrily at his food being left behind.  Din followed Boba down the maze of corridors, silently seething at what he perceived as Boba’s deliberate slowness.  By the time they made it to the landing tunnel, Cobb had just brought the speeder in. Din could see Cobb, and Fennec beside him, but Marathel was nowhere to be seen.  Din pushed past Boba, panicking, wondering where she was. He came up alongside the speeder and saw what could only be Marathel: a familiar-looking rounded lump under a blanket, her long hair flowing out and hanging down on the floorboards.  He reached over and gently shook her by the ankle, whispering, “Marathel?  Mesh’la?” 
Cobb shouted, “Wake up, Mar’, we’re at Grandpa’s!” which sent Fennec — who was overtired and punchy — into peals of laughter, and Marathel’s head popped up from under the blanket.   
Grogu jumped out of Din’s arms and landed on Marathel’s legs. Marathel grunted, still squinting against the light in the tunnel, looking so soft and sleep-warm Din thought momentarily of crawling under the blanket to cuddle her.  She blinked at Grogu, finally realizing he was there, and joy spread across her face.  “My little Godynferth!” she cried, pulling him against her in a tight hug.  “My love, my sweet,” Marathel continued to coo at the boy while he shouted Mama over and over. 
Fennec and Cobb shared an exasperated look before they climbed out of the speeder.  Boba was already there to assist Fennec, and he gave her a quick surreptitious hug before taking Marathel’s bag and asking, “Marathel?  Do you need help?” 
Din grunted and reached over the side of the speeder, saying, “Let me take Grogu…” 
Marathel shook her head.  “I’ve got him, just help me up, please,” she said, reaching out with her hand.   
Din took her hand in his, feeling her splinted fingers, wrapped in metal coils through the leather of his glove. Oh, mesh’la, you’re here, you’re finally here.  “You look much better, ma’mwsh ha’laa.  So much stronger.”  He gently pulled her up to a standing position, then wrapped his free arm around her to lift her out of the speeder.  She allowed his arm to remain around her waist as they followed the others back into the palace.  Grogu continued to clutch at her, softly saying Mama. Marathel smiled sadly and stroked his fuzzy head.  Putting his hand over hers on Grogu’s back, Din asked, “Are you feeling all right?  Are you tired?” 
Marathel nodded.  “I am tired, but also … it’s hard to say.  Twitchy? Jumpy?” 
“I know the feeling.  Exhausted, but unable to relax.”  He squeezed her hand.  “Let’s get you back to your room,” he said, inwardly grimacing, hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand.  “... So you can go back to sleep,” he added. 
“No, I …” Marathel stopped walking.  She turned and looked straight into Din’s visor.  “We need to speak to each other, sooner than later. There are things I must tell you.” 
Din lifted his hand to cup her cheek.  “Can it not wait until you’ve rested?  You’ve been through so much the past few days.”  He could finally see her face fully, straight-on, not hidden by hair.  She looked exhausted; her eyes puffy.  The gash down her face still looked very red and angry, and she appeared to have abraded skin near her temples, possibly burn-marks from sensors.  Her lips were dry.  He wanted to kiss her so much, scoop her up in his arms, lay her down on a soft bed and hold her until she fell asleep. 
“Perhaps, but … I don’t feel I can rest until I have said what I need to say.”  Marathel looked down at Grogu, who was snuggled into her bosom and falling asleep.  “We should put him to bed, and then I need a few minutes to collect my thoughts.”  Please let me put Grogu to bed, Bounty Hunter, this may be my last opportunity to do so. 
Din closed his eyes, dreading whatever she was going to tell him, but he nodded.  “Okay,” he said quietly.  But when she made a move to begin walking again, he stopped her, holding her close, pressing his forehead to hers.  “What I said, what I told you, before you left … I meant it.  I love you, Marathel.  I love you.” 
Marathel pulled back, and looked sadly into his visor, putting her hand on his helmet where she thought his mouth would be.  “I believe you.”  She sighed, and a fat tear rolled down her cheek. “I believe you think that.”  Marathel turned, slipping out of his grasp, and continued down the corridor.  Din remained a step behind her as they walked by the kitchen, where they could hear Silnima, Cobb, Fennec, and Boba talking in low voices.   
For no reason at all, Marathel chose that very moment to stop walking and say to Din, “I don’t know where your room is.”  It was an odd moment for Din, who felt the eyes of not only Marathel but her four new champions who were about to watch him leading her to his room, even though she was carrying Grogu as a mother would her child.  Because that is who she is, thought Din, as he gently placed his hand on her lower back again, wordlessly leading her further down the corridor.  The four people in the kitchen continued their chat. 
Din led Marathel into his room, a room that was nearly identical to hers.  She sat on the bed, rolling Grogu from her arms, who giggled.  “My sweet boy, I missed you so.”  Marathel looked up at Din.  “May I sing to him?  The proper part of the only song?”  Din nodded, silent, waiting.  Marathel began humming the tune Din now knew so well.  She settled Grogu in the bed.  Stroking the child’s ears, she sang: 
“Anar’mae'n amser, ch’si gysgu,  Gorffwys nawr unwff bychsgu,  Buth Frith yn mynd aro’lr ffwrs’wych,  Llonyddwch, llonyddwch, a’gor llyrs’wych.” 
“For your benefit, little one – and for your father as well – what I said was ...  It is time to sleep, little one, it is time to rest – Frith will watch over you while you sleep, be still, be still, be quiet until morning.”  Smiling at the sleeping boy, Marathel carefully got up and waited while Din recited his traditional Mando’a words.  When he was finished, Marathel leaned over to Grogu’s ear and whispered, “Rwy'n di’rugar.” 
As she stood, Din suddenly captured her in his arms, pulling her close, his forehead to hers, her body fully against his.  They stood this way in the darkened room for some time.  “Say that to me.  Please,” he whispered. 
Marathel, her forehead still pressed against his, shook her head.  “I can’t.  Not to you.”   
“Why not?” 
“Because you are not a baby.  Those words are only said to babies.  Not to men.” 
“You did before.”  His hand slid down her back, coming to a rest just above the swell of her backside.  “Just not in your Oldtalk.” 
“I thought … that was the last time I would speak to you.” 
Din’s other hand went into her hair, tangling his fingers in it, caressing her skull. He felt anger bubbling. “Did you lie about that?” Great Frith, he was getting hard in his pants, and she knew it, and she gasped, startled.   Haar’chak, no, please don’t start acting out one of your dreams, Djarin! 
Marathel took a step back, Din letting go of her immediately.  “Please, just give me a few minutes.  I’ll be in my room.”  She stepped out and headed back towards the kitchen.   
Din felt great shame at expressing lust for her when she had so recently been abused.   
Marathel felt horrified that she had felt a response within her, she, who was a monster undeserving of such a feeling. 
Marathel fetched herself a mug of tea, and she received a warm welcome back from Silnima.  Now that her back was properly healing, she felt more comfortable being hugged by the Headwoman.  The others were still in the kitchen, and they had gone silent when Marathel had entered.  Boba and Fennec looked at each other, while Cobb considered her with a face that was somehow both sad and hopeful.  Marathel said her goodnights, and went off to her room, Boba and Fennec right behind her, but they continued down the corridor and out of sight. 
It was a good quarter-hour before Cobb heard Din’s footsteps coming towards them.  He was walking with purpose, but not rushing.  He looked momentarily into the kitchen as he passed it, catching Cobb’s worried look.  What does he know? wondered Din. 
Coming to her opened door, Din tapped on it, quietly calling, “Marathel?” 
“Come in,” replied Marathel.  Din entered and began to close the door.  “No, please, leave the door open.” 
Din straightened. He would have thought that she’d want privacy for this conversation.  He wondered if she didn’t feel safe, alone with him.  The room was only lit by the bedside lamp, which cast a dim glow.  Marathel had the shutters open, and she was sitting on the deep windowsill, looking out at the night sky, about four feet from the floor of the room, but about ten feet to the hard-packed ground of the courtyard below.   
“Marathel, I don’t like you sitting up there.” 
“Don’t worry.  I don’t plan to jump.  Besides, it’s not high enough.  I’d only cripple myself and become a burden after all.” 
Din found himself quite unable to respond to that.  “Should I sit?” 
Marathel looked at him.  “I would.”  Din pulled the chair into her line of sight.  He sat, placed his hands on his thighs, and waited. Marathel took a deep breath, and said, “I have been feeling quite guilty, these days since I awoke on this planet.  Guilty of lying to you, or at the very least omitting knowledge that I refused to share with you.  My guilt is compounded by my ignorance.  I learned a great many things about myself wherever I was, with the Reconstructionists. Things I never heard of before, things I never considered. Please … just listen to me.  Let me say what I must. 
“When I was born, the Bishop was filled with joy, I was told.  My skin was the palest of white, my eyes the brightest and lightest blue, my body already long and tall.  As I grew, my hair turned silver and my eyes darkened to match.  My skin remained clear, free of any marks or dark spots to mar its perfection, and I was tall and straight like a gorugelly tree, the perfection that the Bishop was seeking to be his Whyn, to bring the next ap Bishops to the Hold.  I was the exalted and presumed Bishop’s Whyn, his Whyn and only his.” 
Marathel took a breath and closed her eyes, drawing strength to finally answer Din’s most-asked question of her.  “The word Whyn means cunt.  A Whyn is a cunt, and that’s all.  The whole point of a Whyn is to be fucked and impregnated.   The cunt is nothing but a cum vessel, to be filled in all her holes with cum.  Breed her with the next generation of cunts.  And the generations come quickly when the cunt is getting fucked every single day.  Maybe a break for your cycle, but more than likely the cunt would be beaten for not catching pregnant, the stupid whore.”  Marathel laughed derisively, harshly.  Din felt his heart drop, wanting to stop her, tell her he’d heard enough.  But he hadn’t, not by a long shot.  Dank ferrik, he needed to hear it all. 
“Now, a Diwhyn is an old cunt.  Useless anymore for breeding, too dried out to fuck.  Good for only cleaning and cooking and raising the new cunts.  Getting beaten for being old and useless.  Getting hit by the little boys because that’s all they learn, how to hit and how to fuck and how to kick at the girl trying to tie their shoes.”  Marathel sobbed for a moment.  Then, crying, she said, “The boys — the ones who haven’t changed yet — try fucking the little girls because they’re little and they won’t fight back, and they need to overpower anybody because they’re male and that’s what males do, and they get to do whatever they want.”  Marathel continued to cry.  Din stood, handing her a clean cloth from his pocket, and then sitting back down, his hands clenching into fists.  He wanted to look anywhere but back at her, but she continued to hold his gaze. 
Marathel wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and was quiet for a few minutes before she could continue.  “Then there’s me.  A Belwhyn.  You already know the end part is cunt, so what kind of cunt is a Belwhyn?  It’s shameful, it’s a punishment to be made one, so what in the name of Frith is such a terrible deed that what was done to me is an appropriate response?  A Belwhyn is a … whore cunt.  A whore, isn’t that funny?”  Marathel laughed again.  “Here we are, cunts getting fucked in every way imaginable, but what’s important is whose cock is fucking that cunt.  And unfortunately for me, you were the wrong … never mind that I forced myself on you.”  Marathel swallowed and looked directly into his visor.  Whispering, she said, “I’m so sorry I did that to you. You were the first man who has ever been kind to me, and I do that to you.  And then, I mistake your kindness for affection on top of it.”  Marathel sighed.  “Bigger fool me. 
“You were right, it’s a brand on my leg.  It’s my earliest memory, that hot metal on my inner thigh.  I was fully naked, that Bishop drooling over me, a tiny little girl, being reprehensibly burned in a place that anyone who tried to fuck me would see.   The next thing I remember was kneeling on a cushion with the Bishop’s cock down my throat.  I was choking because I was still so little, I didn’t know how to suck a cock yet, and I didn’t know about be still yet either.” 
Please, Maker, no. Not as a little girl.  Not as her first memory. Din closed his eyes, swallowing the bile that rose in his throat. 
“Be still, be still,” Marathel said with a long sigh.  “It’s so useful to be still when a cock is in your mouth or up your ass, because then your mind stops thinking and time passes quickly.  The Diwhyns teach be still, be pliant, don’t fight, don’t struggle, the pain will pass, the bleeding will stop, that endless only song, over and over and over.  I only have to hear the words be still and my mind stops spinning.  I still say it to myself!  Be still, be still, you stupid woman!” 
Marathel was quiet for a few moments, and Din was hoping she was done speaking about her first time being brutalized by the Bishop.  But then she continued, “Anyway, I was crying with the Bishop’s cock in my mouth and I couldn’t breathe with my runny nose, and I couldn’t open my mouth any wider than I already had, because I was still a little girl, remember.  I pulled my head back to breathe and the Bishop came on my face, and then I was hit because I pulled away and I didn’t let him come in my mouth, that I didn’t swallow the first cum of my intended cock like a good girl should.  Olba had been holding me upright so the Bishop could fuck my little-girl face, and she began crying too, crying so much that she was beaten, and a baby was beaten right out of her.  It was almost a full baby too, I could see that it was a boy, they made me watch her lose that baby as punishment for her crying over me, a little not-yet-cunt.  And then they beat her harder because she’d lost a boy.”   
Marathel closed her eyes, and her voice filled with disgust.  “I was so happy the baby died, because it was a boy baby, and the boy babies grew up to be little boys that kick you when you tie their shoes and older boys that try to fuck the little girls — even though they really can’t physically do that because they haven’t changed yet — and then boys become Cyiloggs, and …” Marathel frowned.  “It’s odd … there’s not really a word in Newtalk for a Cyilogg.  In Oldtalk it literally means cock.  A male chook.  When the boys get old enough to be able to fuck, that’s what they get called.  It probably started as a joke and became proper, I don’t know.  It’s about as funny as whore cunt.” 
Stop it, please stop it, please stop talking, Din cried out in his head.  You can tell me to be still through this bite mark, I should be able to tell you as well, please, mesh’la, please be still. 
Marathel, however, carried on speaking like a bartender rattling off drink specials.  She took a sip of her tea.  “Of course, a Cyilogg can’t just fuck anybody.  The Cyiloggs are supposed to learn to fuck by using the Diwhyns.  They can’t have babies anymore, so it’s safe.   The Brwddyrs, on the other hand, they can fuck the Whyns, for the most part of.  It’s okay for them, they are breeders, that’s what Brwddyrs means.  They are chosen because they are close enough to the ideal that a baby would be acceptable. 
“Me, of course, my cunt was supposed to be fucked by the Bishop and the Bishop only.  He had been fucking my face, my hands, my ass — not too often there, though, he didn’t want to wear my ass out, he said — ever since he branded me, calling me his good girl, his perfect girl, his sweet girl.  Little girl, good girl, sweet girl.  Over and over and over and over.  My cunt was sacred, not even the Bishop would fuck it yet.  Wasn’t proper.  Not until I was bleeding regularly, which ... never actually happened.” 
Din, unable to look at her any longer, stared at his knees and waited for her to continue.   
“My cycles were never right, or regular, and they’d never be on schedule.  Most of us had our cycles at the same time.  But me, I’d bleed horribly one moon cycle, and then not again for many moon cycles.  I’d practically hemorrhage every single cycle I had, passing so many blood clots.  I’d bleed until I’d pass out in the kitchen.  Until I’d faint with the Bishop’s cock in my mouth.  That happened once.  He was fucking my face while I was on my cycle, and I fainted dead away and bit him in the process.  I was beaten good and proper for that, as you can imagine.  Many jars of that smelly unguent you hate so much were used on all my bruises in my lifetime.” 
Marathel went silent for a while.  Din looked up at her; she had pulled up her knees, and she was hugging them with her elbows.  Finally, she said, “The Dahls and their eggs, I can’t quite remember how all that started.  I’ve been hit in the head so many times, I think my brain has been addled.  I remember cleaning the weapons in the Round building and listening to the men talk.  That’s the good thing about be still, you learn how to move but be still at the same time, so they don’t notice you too much.   It’s always best not to be noticed too much.  Cover your head and feet with the blanket, look as shapeless as possible, don’t make eye contact, hide your hands.  If they can’t notice you, then they can’t hurt you. 
“Dahls even have their own version of be still.  The dam barks at her kits if there’s danger.  But I hear it as be still!  Be still! in my head, and my mind slows down, just as it should. Sometimes I’ve been watching the kits run in the meadows and I can see the vytur birds overhead, looking for a moving kit to snatch, and I shout be still! Be still! to the kits, and they can hear me.  I can scream it in my head and the Dahls will stop running, freeze, not move until I release them. “ 
So, I was right, thought Din.  She marked me like a female Dahl marks her mate.  She can tell me to be still.  Am I bound to her, this way?  Is she now trying to let me go? 
“Where was I?  Oh yes, the Dahl eggs.  Somewhere in something called the Records was the story of the Dahls.  Creatures with a certain mind, that would bond with a human willing to listen to them.  The bonding made the Dahl yours forever.  What a wonderful idea, to control not only all the women but creatures as well.  
“The Dahls had been on the other side of the mountain for a long time, but for some reason, they were moving back closer to the Hold.  So, the Cyiloggs started bringing eggs in for hatching.  The Elders were supposed to bond with the hatchlings, but the hatchlings rejected them.  The hatchlings rejected all the men.  But then I suppose a Whyn bonded with a Dahl accidentally.  At first, I’m sure that the Elders were furious beyond belief.  How dare she!  How dare a cunt have control over anything!  But knowing what I know now … I'm guessing that the Elders found themselves delighted at cunts becoming fuck-animals at mating season. 
“But the Dahls … they hated being in the Hold, hated all the men.  The Whyns couldn’t control them.  The Cyiloggs would chain them, and the Dahls would break their own necks to get away, tear each other to pieces, rip the throats out of the Whyns who had bonded with them in desperation to escape. 
“Then I had to come along and hear all the Dahls.  Usually, the cunt only heard the Dahl hatchling she had bonded with, but I could even hear Dahls in the egg.  Why, no one could say.  Maybe it’s in that thing called the Record.  Olba remembered an old Diwhyn who told her as a young child of another woman who could hear all the Dahls.  Olba never told me what happened to her, but it was important enough to Olba to get me out of the Hold, and now I understand why.  I was still changing, not officially ready to fuck, not a real cunt yet.  My cycles weren’t regular, remember, even though I was head and shoulders above the other girls.  If I was in the Hold when the Dahls rose to mate, trying to madly fuck while not a full Whyn, well, that would upset the order of things, wouldn’t it?   I was meant for the Bishop alone, and under the spell of the Dahls, I would not be discerning of whom I fucked.  How dare I do such a thing! 
“But then I guess the Captain and the Duke thought it was wrong for me to be out of the Hold for so long.  Perhaps they wanted to experience the all-hearing all-fucking Dahl-cunt-woman for themselves, I don’t know.  They were the ones who were the most insistent about getting me back into the Hold.”   
Marathel looked at Din and was not surprised that he could no longer look at her.  He probably wants me to stop talking, she thought.  Well, too late now.  You wanted to know, Bounty Hunter, and I want to tell you.  “I wonder how they sent out the message that brought you.  There are things in the Hold that I have never seen — no woman has.  But you came along, and of course you know how that ended.” 
Marathel took a deep breath and rubbed her face with her hands.  “Yes, I knew what was going to happen to me.  I knew from the moment I came back to myself against that post, still with you inside me.  I knew my life was over.  I also knew I couldn’t tell you because you would stop it from happening.  But when you told me about those coins and what their worth could be to you, I had to make sure you got those coins.   I was already ruined because I made you fuck me against that post. I’m nothing.  I’m weak, fat, and stupid.  I didn’t bear the children I was meant to; I had ruined myself for the one man I was supposed to serve as Whyn … even though I hated him and the idea of being touched by him and the things he did to me and the things he did to Olba.  She’d lost the baby boy, and he beat three more babies out of her when she’d try to protect me from whatever he was desiring to do to me at the time.  She was ap Captain, how dare she interfere with an ap Bishop!  Everything I had ever done was wrong for everyone, and I wanted one thing that I could make right. 
“So, I made you take me to the Hold without your weapons. I told you to be still.  Did you hear me, screaming at you to be still inside my head? I thought you might have, because you didn’t move at all.  It worked better than I ever dreamed it could.  I have no idea why that occurred, but then I know next to nothing.  Stupid me. I made sure you got the coins, and I believed you had left. 
“You had told me any affection you had for me was less than your devotion to your Creed.  You’re a man, that’s your right of course, you can say or do anything you please.  I was less than, always had been, that’s the way of things.  My heart was broken because I loved you so much — or at least I thought I did, who am I to know at all what love is?  Children are one thing, but a man?  But I believed you didn’t care for me, which made it all the easier to hand myself over, I suppose.   You got the coins.  I had done something right. 
“After I went into the Hold, I was taken up to the second floor.  That’s where the Platform is.  I had been in there many times to clean, but I had never been on the Platform before, of course, because I wasn’t officially a cunt.  The first thing the Bishop did was carve my face.  I was tied down, and he cut me, saying that I was a whore cunt, and I should have a cunt right on my face, to show everyone what a whore I was, that I wear a cunt as my face.  How dare I betray him; how dare I be a cunt for someone else.  Especially under the spell of the Dahls, where I was the one who demanded to be fucked.  I dared to shove it in the Bishop’s face that I took you. How dare a woman, a cunt, do such a thing.” 
Marathel’s voice grew weak.  “How dare I do that ...” She swallowed and looked directly at Din to deliver her next statement.  
“How dare I do that to my father.” 
Din audibly gasped, his head snapping up to look at Marathel.  She wished she could see his face, to read the utter shock, the disbelief, and the resulting disgust.  “You hadn’t figured that out?  How surprising.  Of course, the Bishop is my father.  One of my sisters was my mother.  I have no idea who, though.  I suppose it doesn’t matter.  Cunts are all pretty much the same, aren’t they?  I pretended Olba was my real mother even though I knew it wasn’t so.  You saw all of us there in the Hold; it isn’t just the colors we wear that separate our houses.  All the Bishops are pale with light or silver hair.  The Captains are dark-complected with black, curly hair.  The Dukes and the Hunters look similar, but the Dukes tend to be blonde-haired and shorter, while the Hunters are taller with brown hair.  I always thought the Hunters were pretty to look at ... tall like trees, with brown hair and brown eyes.”   
Marathel smiled, looking wistful.  “When you told me you had brown eyes, I was so happy.  I do like brown eyes so much.   And then I saw your brown hair when you were puking in the grass.  I could just see the top of your head.  You have lovely hair.” 
Din dropped his head again, face warm, embarrassed by how much of himself he had revealed to her, accidentally or otherwise.  
Marathel rolled her eyes at his reaction and sighed again. “So, not only did I now know that you look more like a Hunter, but then … I was sure you wouldn’t look like a Bishop, no matter what my nightmares told me. 
“Bishops are supposed to fuck only Bishops, Captains are supposed to fuck only Captains, and so on.  Each house must remain pure.  If there is a cross between houses, which happened sometimes, then the mixed-girl-baby is killed, along with the whore cunt.  A boy baby?  They get placed in the house they most resemble, and life goes on. The Brwddyr who had fucked the wrong cunt?  A reprimand, maybe.  A reminder that only the correct cunts have a baby fucked into them.  That’s what Diwhyns are for, remember? 
“And now there’s a whore cunt like me to be made, tied down to the Platform.  If a cunt is going to act like a whore, then by Frith, she will be fucked like one, in every hole she has, over and over.  If she fights, if she screams, that makes it more fun.  If she’s quiet, if she’s still, beat her, bite her, shove something horrible in her holes until she screams again.   With me the Bishop went first, of course, then it became a free-for-all.  Wagers taken to see who would make me bleed from where first, how many times I’d scream, what they could draw on my skin with their knives and their whips, and their cum and piss and shit.  And they made all the children watch.  They always watch when a Belwhyn’s being made.  The boys on one side, the girls on the other.  Teach them all a lesson.  The little boys all got to take a turn on me, too.  Some would pretend like they were fucking me, but mostly they’d just poke me with sharpened sticks. Or kick me. Or bite me. Everywhere.  Little shits with their sharp teeth.  Then they made the little girls clean me off so they could do it all over again, marking the whore cunt as a lesson to the girls: This is what happens to you if you don’t obey.  Be still! Be still!  Don’t react, don’t scream, don’t cry, you be quiet and still and you watch, you future cunts!”  Marathel burst into tears.   
Din pleaded, “Stop, Marathel, for the love of Frith, please, stop ...” 
“NO!  You wanted to know, you need to hear this, and I need to tell it!  I need to not be still any longer!” cried Marathel.  She sobbed for a few minutes, Din watching her in misery.  When she finally felt she had control again, she said, “No, the Bishop is my sire, that’s what ap Bishop means, it means of Bishop.  My sole purpose as Whyn ap Bishop was to produce more Bishops by the man who brought me to life.  And I was so perfect, wouldn’t our children be even more perfect?  The epitome of ap Bishop into another generation, of course that was how it was supposed to be.  My high-ranking brothers were allowed to impregnate my sisters — their sisters, and odds are that some of my brothers impregnated their own mothers as well as their daughters.  Like it mattered.  A cunt is a cunt is a cunt, just so long as that cunt is in the right family. 
“And that’s how I thought things were supposed to be.  That’s the way it always was.  That was the way.  What other way could there possibly be?  There wasn’t anywhere or anything else to compare it to … not that I knew about. 
“Imagine ... imagine how I felt when I learned that everything, everything I knew was wrong.  It’s wrong to be sucking cock when you’re a little child.  It’s wrong to be impregnated by your father, to bear his children so he can impregnate them later when they’re ready.  It’s wrong to be known only as a cunt, wrong to be tied down to a platform, carved up, whipped senseless, to be fucked by every man in the Hold several times over in every hole you have, to have a sharp-studded metal cylinder shoved up inside you because you broke the promise you had no choice in making.  
“I didn’t know that. 
“I didn’t know that I’m an inbred, incestuous, whore cunt freak with chronic generational congenital hemophilia. That’s the phrase, one of several Eliadu taught me about myself.  Another is primary impaired fecundity.   That means that I am completely infertile.  I was never ever able to bear children, the one thing I was ever supposed to do, the only thing I wanted to do.  My insides don’t work right.  Neither does my mind … all the beatings and my injuries have taken their toll. Traumatic brain damage.  Anoxic brain damage – caused by acute hypoxia. Lack of oxygen to the brain, too many times, probably from when you were bringing me here, I guess. I suppose I’m lucky I’m not insane.  Perhaps I am.  To fix the bleeding, the Reconstructionists had to burn part of my brain and reattach it to some other part of my brain. I don’t know how it all worked; I couldn’t understand.  I just know that some parts were fixed but other parts are too ... frayed to go back together.” 
Marathel sighed.  “All I ever wanted was something more than I apparently deserved.  And I had that, for just a few days, with you and Grogu ... “ Marathel smiled again at Din.  “… the happiest of my life … and I just wanted to die with your memory foremost in my mind, to sleep in peace, at least imagining — pretending — that you cared for me in some way instead of just as another … I don’t know … object for you to play with as you wished because I threw myself at you that first time. 
“This, this — this body that you said was mine and only mine to grant consent to you to touch? It’s not mine, it’s never been mine. But even then, still … This is all I have.  I was willing for you to have it, but … I just wanted to be … not less than the man I was willing to have touch me.  The man who made me laugh and brought me gorugellys and made me feel I was at least somewhat desirable as a woman and not just a cunt.  But you ... you get to sit there, protected by your armor and helmet and weapons, and your Creed.  I got to feel your arms and hands on me, which I assume is allowable for you and your Creed. I got to feel you fuck me, you’re a man, I’m a cunt, that’s your right. I got to see your hair, which I’m certain is not allowable by your Creed.  I’m not sorry I got to see it, even if it does break your Creed.  I don’t give a shit about your Creed.  But me … all I had was everything I was born with, which is nothing at all.   Just a cunt.” 
For the first time since Marathel began speaking, Din felt a rage flare inside him.  And it was not to rail against the indignities done to her, but instead against her.  To hear Marathel say she didn’t give a shit about his Creed angered him greatly.  How dare she?  How dare she attack the core of who I am?  
He no longer wanted to listen to her.  But she kept on. 
“Did you know I have one of those chip things now?  They made me -- wherever I was when I was with the Reconstructionists.  Before I could leave, the Imps put a chip in me.  They made me take a name, a … surname, a family name, I couldn’t just travel with the only name I’ve had my whole life, that wasn’t enough for them!  I thought I should just take the surname Belwhyn, that would be perfectly descriptive, but instead I told them my name should be ap Unmapeth.  I have no idea how it’s spelled, obviously.  I can’t read, why does a cunt need to know how to read?  But I was not, not ever, going to be an ap Bishop.   
“Unmapeth means nothing.   
“Marathel Nothing from Nowhere, the Belwhyn. 
“That’s me. 
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.  I can’t possibly be a part of polite society, even on a shithole planet like this one.  I hate it so much here.  This sand, this dust, everywhere!  Digging into my skin, my hair, suffocating me.  I’m a monster, disgusting, untouchable, spreading my filth and disease and madness to anyone who comes near me.  Where else should I be but the planet that created me?  At least there I can live, endure … without interfering in anyone else’s life.  Especially not your life, not Grogu’s life.  
“I think I told you I threw myself off a cliff because I was under the spell of the Dahl’s mating; that’s not quite true.  Yes, they were rising to mate, and I still couldn’t bear it by myself, I felt as if I were going mad.  I had already broken free of the ropes holding me to the post — it is so difficult to tie yourself up — and I had already tried pressing stones against myself, wrapping my legs around the post, and nothing was helping and I was so desperate that I just ran, ran in a straight line, thinking maybe I could find something, anything that could help me, and I was terrified because I had considered going to the Hold and throwing myself at the Bishop.  So, I ran the opposite way, away from the Hold, and I knew the cliffs were before me.  I knew there were rocks just under the surface of the water that would kill me, bash my head in, break all my bones, and there was coral that would shred me to ribbons so that I would become food for the great Godynferth and it finally will all be over.   
“I ran straight for that edge as fast as I could -- I'm a good runner, you know that, you’ve seen me run — and I heard the Dahls screaming at me to BE STILL! but I ignored them all as I leapt off that cliff, and I turned myself over so I would land directly on my back, and I watched the sky above me as I fell and I begged the women that had gone before me that were watching me from above, let me be with you and I will watch over the little girls that come after me and protect them even though I had brought forth none of my own, and I hit that water with the most exquisite pain I had ever felt.  But … I had run so hard and so fast I missed the rocks completely.  I fell into deep water.  I tried then to drown, but I couldn’t, the water kept pushing me up and out, and away from the coral. 
“I can’t even kill myself right, how pathetic is that?   My only injury was to my back from hitting the water, and my back turned black, just like it did when you knocked me down to the floor when I was so desperate to fuck you when the Dahls were mating.   
“It just occurred to me -- you fought me harder than I thought you would, especially since you had agreed to be there with me. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be amused or upset by that.  But I suppose you only ever learned how to fight, just like I only ever learned how to be fucked.  Cobb was right, we are very alike, you and me.” 
We are nothing alike, thought Din.  And I resent you discussing this with him.  What else did you discuss?  What else did you do with him, Marathel?  With my friend? 
“By the time I got back to the hut, my back was so bruised, it took weeks for the blood to reabsorb.  Olba came out to find me because I hadn’t been up to the Hold for supplies.  I was so swollen with blood that she had to cut slashes on my back to drain it out; the unguent wouldn’t help.  I’m sure she received beatings for staying with me instead of being in the Hold. 
“You know, I don’t remember how I got out of the water, or how I got back to the hut.  Maybe the Dahls came to rescue me?  Doubtful.  The Dahls loved me, but they had more important things to do.  Even for the Dahls, fucking was more important than a woman. 
“They — the Reconstructionists — told me my people are doomed to die out.  Fewer and fewer women will be able to bear children.  I’ve already seen that in my own lifetime … the girls getting pregnant are younger and younger, women become Diwhyns earlier, more mothers die giving birth.  How much longer can that be carried on before there’s no one left?  Perhaps, if Frith wills it so, the Mist will just come when we don’t expect it and burn us all away, burn us down to ashes. 
“You, Bounty Hunter, you earned 167 Aurodium coins to bring me to the Hold.  But you took me away with you.  And then, you kept the coins instead of giving them to your covert, I don’t know why, but I suppose that’s none of my business.  Again, I’m only a cunt, you’re a man, that just how it is.  Fennec told me your covert wouldn’t accept them.  I don’t know if that’s true; I’m not a Mandalorian, that is your way, not mine.  However, it seems to me you didn’t do the job you got paid for, so you owe me a trip back, Bounty Hunter.  When do we leave?” 
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Idk if this is allowed but:
Opinions of a HC abt Scout being a stubborn Bastard when sick and will keep going until he faints/passes out?
Well, I guess you could say I liked this idea cause I kinda wrote a little thing.
Aggressive ringing came from Scout’s nightstand, was it morning already? Scout laid it bed, letting it ring for a while before mustering up the strength to shut it off. As an arm reached out from under the blanket, Scout shivered. 
With his blanket still wrapped around him, he pounded on Soldier’s door next to his room. “Hey man, did you do something last night, it’s freezing up in here!” He shouted, why did that knock out his breath? 
Soldier opened the door, still in his nightwear. “I did no such thing, Scout. I was, in fact, not here at all.” 
Scout raised an eyebrow at him. “Then where wer- Never mind, I don’t even want to know.” He muttered as he stumbled back to his room, nearly falling over as he did so. Scout dropped the blanket, facing the mysterious chill. Maybe he just needed to freshen up. 
Nope. 
Not even the boiling hot shower got rid of the overall sense of grime Scout felt all over. He glanced at the clock, he really should be going out to the community kitchen for breakfast by this point. 
He walked out of the hallway of rooms, still weak in the legs, and entered the loud kitchen. Immediately, the smell of coffee and whatever Engineer was cooking on the stovetop hit Scout. 
“HURAG-” 
The eight mercenaries in the kitchen stopped in their tracks and whipped around to see what made that noise. Scout snapped up straight as their eyes locked on him. “Hey… Fellas? Lovely weather we’re having,” He said with a fake chuckle after swallowing the gag he felt in the back of his throat. 
Scout lowered his baseball hat in an attempt to avoid eye contact as he walked to his usual spot next to Sniper. Sniper gave him a concerned look as he drank his coffee, but kept to himself for the time being. 
“Hey, kid, how are ya?” Engineer slapped Scout on the shoulder, “You want any of this? I made extra just in case.” He gestured to the skillet he was using. 
Now, typically, Scout was never one to pass up on Engineer’s cooking. Heck, he wasn’t one to pass up on any sort of free food, but a home cooked meal from such a good cook? He’d have to be either crazy or sick to sick to say no. 
Unfortunately, he was definitely either of those. “It looks great, Engie, really it does, but I- I just can’t right now…” Scout trailed off. 
Sniper cocked an eyebrow at him. “You alright, mate? You look awful.” 
“Hey!” Scout snapped back, “Like you got any right to insult me, Snipes.”
Engineer sighed. “I hate to say it, but Mick’s right, boy. You look a whole lot paler than usual and you’ve been shivering this whole time.”
“Well if someone didn’t turn up the air conditioning, maybe I wouldn’t be like this!” Scout said, desperate for an excuse. 
Engineer went to the nearest thermostat. “Sorry, kid, it's around 75 degrees, it definitely ain’t cold. C’mere,” He said as he put the back of his hand to Scout’s forehead. “Woah Nelly! You’re burning up, kid. You need to take the day off, rest up.” 
Scout slapped Engineer’s hand away from his face. “I don’t need to rest up, and I don’t need you going all mom mode on me, I’m like 27 for crying out loud. I ain’t taking the day off.” 
“You sure that’s a good idea?” Sniper asked, “I’d take a break if I was you.” “Well, you ain’t me. Listen, if it gets any worse, I’ll just have Doc gimme a little of that magic crap from his healing doodad, alright?” 
Medic swung around from his conversation with Heavy. “Ack, no can do! The medigun only works on injuries, not diseases.” He said, of course he was eavesdropping. 
“Well fine then!” Scout said as he stood up far too fast, “I’ll just go on with my day like always, I’m fine!” He marched out of the kitchen to prepare for the day’s work. 
A couple hours later, the whole team was ready for battle as soon as the doors opened. Scout’s head pounded as the metal room reverberated with shouts of the other mercs messing around before battle. 
Slowly, the doors opened, alleviating the echo and giving Scout some much needed fresh air. However, fresh air could only do so much against illness. 
He ran, just like he always did. Easy enough, right? Even with his calves feeling like jelly, his legs ready to give in beneath his weight. Blurs of structures and team mates flew past, made worse by his watery vision. Gosh, he just needed to shake whatever this was, he had a job to do. 
Soon enough, he found a corner to catch his breath in. He knew the strategy the team had agreed on that time, he just needed to run in, start shooting when he got the signal from Engie, and then run off to where phase two started. Nothing too complicated. 
“Just run to the point,
My head might explode.
Just run to the point,
Did I just trip on nothing?
Just run to the point,
It’s so cold out here. 
Just run to the point, 
I can barely brea-”
Everything went black. 
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Spy snuck around the back of the battlefield, preparing his disguise. He opened his kit to grab a mask, but something caught his eye before he could put it on. 
Scout was running to the point, as he should, but goodness was his form horrible. Yes, Spy was never one to compliment Scout, but at least he recognized that he was a decent runner. However, this was just awful. He was breathing out of his mouth like an inbred pug, swerving more than the one time Demo got a hold of the company van and his arms drooped at his sides. Spy even caught him tripping on nothing! 
Something wasn’t right. 
Spy peered around the corner, curious about what would happen. Scout took a few steps into the clearing, right in front of BLU team and collapsed. He would get back up, right? He was just being stupid, clumsy Scout again. 
Spy waited a second for him to pop back up, but he never did. In a flash, he remembered the conversation Scout had with Sniper and Engineer that morning. Maybe he truly was unconscious. Without thinking, Spy ran out to where Scout was, sprawled across the dirt path. 
“Get back! Get back, you cowards!” Spy snarled as he rushed out into the open, aiming his revolver at the line of enemy mercs. All of the mercenaries on the field stopped what they were doing, Spy was never in the middle of the battlefield, much less to help Scout. 
Spy took a few deep breaths before grabbing Scout and slinging him over his shoulder, revolver still outstretched. He backed up against a wall and made his way back to base. Once there, he placed Scout down on a spare cot and gave him the first blanket he saw. 
He reapproached his team, now reconvening to go over plan B. “Gentlemen, we never speak of this again, agreed?”
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esmeswritingblog · 1 year
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I hoped out of bed at 2am to write this just take it.
“My hands are cold” Robin whines, rubbing her palms together. The motion brings little warmth to her freezing knuckles, already aching after being gripped into tighter fists for the past few… days, hours, weeks. She can’t count the number of times her hands have fiercely gripped the nearest surface at the scrape of metal since last summer. Even the start of a car engine reminds her all too well of last summer, of fireworks and flesh blobs. 
He likes it cold.
It makes sense that the upside down would be colder than the freezers at Scoops Ahoy, she supposes, this being the realm of the Mind Flayer, who, obviously, likes it cold. 
Robin had been more prepared for the chill this time, this being her second time in the Upside down, but the cold bite still sunk deep, a shiver running like a ghost down her spine the moment she’d fallen into the viney blue rendition of the town she called home. 
“Yeah, we know Robin.” Steve says, annoyance taking over his voice. The trek through the upside down hadn’t been good for any of their nerves, and Robin had lasted about thirty seconds of staying quiet for the sake of their slowly waning sanity before bursting out some idiotic ramble or whiny comment.
And in front of Nancy, no less. Robin can already feel their seemingly blooming friendship withering when the curly haired her inevitably notices that Robin is… Robin. 
Honestly, Robin shouldn’t be surprised, much less disappointed, because she should’ve known someone as badass and beautiful as Nancy would turn tail after being hit with the full force of the friend-repelling machine that is Robin’s personality. 
But Nancy had seemed happy at the implications of their new friendship in the woods, sparking a little, dangerous flame of hope that was immediately doused by a tiny voice in the back of her head, insisting that it’s just a matter of time before Nancy realizes how lame and annoying Robin is. Robin had pushed the thought away at the time, trying to cling onto the moment.
But now, Robin’s beginning to think that the stupid voice was right, seeing as Nancy hasn’t said a word to her their entire time in the upside down.
Chill, robin. Don’t read too much into it.
“Well, it’s true,” Robin states presently, if only to annoy Steve. He scoffs somewhere behind her, seemingly walking next to Nancy. Which Robin is like, totally not jealous about. The opposite of jealous, really. Happy. Because two of her friends were going to be dating, or something, and Steve would finally be happy. And who cares, honestly, if Robin has to endure a lovey-dovey pda between the two once and a while, because at the end of the day she loves them both. 
Still, she feels… somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of Nancy and Steve spending time together, cuddling and kissing, when it could be Nancy and Robin instead—
Robin blinks.
Nope.
No way.
No way in hell is she crushing on badass, smart, beautiful Nancy fucking Wheeler. 
She’s just jealous Steve would be spending time with someone else. That’s all. Normal, third-wheel feelings. 
But then Robin’s mind unwillingly pictures Nancy, her brown curled framing her face, her eyes lighting up when she comes up with an idea, her pursed smile, kissing Steve. And her heart aches. 
Because she’s never minded Steve dating girls before, or him kissing Sharon or Jill or whatever girl he was dating in the back of Family Video during his break, so why should this be different? She doesn’t have a crush on Nancy.
She can’t have a crush on Nancy, because Steve would never forgive her and she would never forgive herself. 
Robin’s hands shake, and she’s not sure if it’s the cold or the terrifying thoughts with a grip on her heart. 
Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracks. 
Robin’s eyes snap up, her knuckles immediately gripping the flashlight in her hand, not helping the slight ache.
The trio freezes, glancing around wildly. It’s come from somewhere up ahead, through the scattered trees and vines in front of them. 
A beat.
Another.
Nothing.
Robin lets out a breath, her chest relaxing. 
“I’ll go check it out.” Steve says, the tense moment lost, tossing his bat to the other hand and dropping his backpack and jogging ahead.
“Our hero,” Robin whispers, blowing a kiss to him. Steve rolls his eyes as he passes, disappearing into the mass of trees. Leaving Robin and Nancy.
Alone. 
Nancy chuckles slightly, walking up a little to stand beside Robin. 
“He certainly likes to play hero, doesn’t he?” Nancy says, nudging Robin slightly. Robin laughs and nods. 
“You should see him in front of the babes at Family Video. He acts like he’s my boss.” 
Nancy laughs again, and Robin takes the sound and wants to taste it, to keep it with her forever. 
“Does he have a girlfriend, then?” Nancy asks. Robin feels her heart tighten.
“No.” Robin replies simply, not trusting herself to say anything else without choking. 
“Ah.”
“Yeah.” Robin takes a deep breath, letting her head fall back to stare at the canopy of petrified trees above them. Her eyes wander unwillingly to Nancy. 
“Are your hands really that cold?” The brunette asks with a playful smile, and Robin glances back down. Her fingers are shaking again. 
“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I’m not really used to the, um, cold.” Robin stutters the confession out, eyes meeting Nancy’s blue ones that somehow always seem to glow. 
“Well,” Nancy says slowly. “We can always hold hands if that will warm yours up. Mine aren’t that cold” 
Robin feels her light up like a firework, an explosion of blush on her face.
“Oh.. uh, I—” but it’s too late, and Nancy’s fingers are intertwining with Robin's undoubtedly sweaty ones, warmth sparking at the touch. 
Oh
Nancy Wheeler is holding her hand.
“Better?” Nancy asks, looking up at Robin with her big doe eyes. 
“Yeah,'' Robin breathes shakily. 
They stay like that a moment, hands locked together, shared warmth heating Robins cheeks and heart and long, slender fingers.  
Steve bursts through the trees, sudden and surprising, and Robin feels Nancy’s hand pull away quickly, her own fingers quickly longing for the warmth of Nancy’s parting touch. 
“It was nothing.” Steve proclaims somewhat proudly, grinning.
“Congrats,” Robin deadpans. “You’ve saved us. What would ever would we do without you?” 
“Oh, shut up.”
They continue walking, and Robin can feel her needy heart aching. She hadn’t missed how days Nancy had disconnected them, or the guilty expression on the other girl's face as Robin quipped at Steve. 
She’d be more ashamed if she knew what you were. 
Robin’s hands shake all the way to Vecna’s mansion.
Even after making it through the woods, after throwing Molotov cocktails at Vecna, after hearing the crack in Dustin’s voice when he tells them Eddie’s dead, after carrying a lifeless Max to the hospital, Robin can feel her heart yearning for more. 
For Nancy’s touch in the upside down woods, in Vecna’s doorway, beside Max’s hospital bed. 
For Nancy. 
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pokemon-ash-aus · 6 months
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If your Mews and Twos were to fight to the last breath (and not because they just mentally gave up, I mean fighting with every drop of power that they had), at their adult prime age and perfectly healthy, who would be considered the strongest? Are the Twos equally as godlike as Mews? Or more because they were engineered to be weapons? Or are the lesser in terms of power because they’re unstable and express normal Pokémon DNA that competes with the Mew DNA?
If we were to assume that they all trained evenly and equally, it would be a tie against Indigo and King.
Indigo because his dark typing negates so much psychic energy, miracle eye still works mind you- but added that he's part psychic and resists most of that effects anyway.
However in just straight up pure Power, King would win. Not only does he know more moves than anyone- ash included- but he's not afraid to play dirty. Smack talk, faking tears, screeching. He pushes and pushes and pushes till he wins.
Mews are more godlike than Mewtwos, Mewtwos are technical Demigods but in the eyes of the world and universe they are gods.
There's a tier list.
Arceus is at the very top so we'll call it Z for now
Origin Mew (the first) along with Giratina, Palkia and Dialga are in Tier A
Every Mythical varies, but Mews are in Tier B
Origin Mews that were initially created are in High tier B whereas Normal Mews are low Tier B
Lugia and Xerneas and Reshiram etc - Tier C
Then we have Darkrai's, Moltres and Mewtwos - Tier D
Then we have the smaller legendaries, Swords of Justice, Jirachi, Meloetta all of them fall on the last Tier of Tier E
So while Mewtwos are Gods, they are in Tier D, Strong and powerful and can fight.
However, our Cloned Mews are direct Descendants of Origin. A Pokemon that's in tier A, so being Cloned they should have been Tier D IF they were cloned by a normal Mew.
But they werent.
They are high B because of it. stronger than a Normal Mew vecause of their Line of Descendency
-But weren't the Mews created by Origin? Wouldnt they be considered part of that Descendency?-
Nope! Origin and the other Origin Mews created the Mews to fill in a role. The other Origin Mews arent even directly related to Origin either
They have never had their own Brood before, only creating. The bloodline started and stopped with them.
That is, until King, Spot and Berry came along.
The only ones that had a direct line with Origin. And they were M O R T A L.
Not because their DNA was skewed with mind you. But because you cannot clone Immortality, they would need Origins power to create that.
And by the time they meet, they are much too old for it. That push of power would get them sick at best and kill them at worst.
And that's also what makes SM!Kings immortality so chilling. He wasnt granted that.
It was forced upon him.
Oh wow i went on a rangent for a silly lil ask fudbcjd my b!
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i was going to put this story in the tags of another post but fuck it, this decade-old memory hit me like a TRUCK thanks to @gerardwayoftheday and it's incredibly special to me.
so, about this photo:
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is now the time when i tell y'all i was in the crowd for this performance and specifically picked to stand up front at the barricade for the cameras???
freshman year of college i'd dyed my hair bright red, like gerard's is during this era. not on purpose but it ended up being eerily similar in shade and vibrancy.
ANYWAY. this performance was prerecorded in november. it was fucking cold. two of my new friends had seen an open invite from live nation for fans to line up for free and score a chance to join in the crowd and be part of the recording. they invited me along because they knew i was a fan and by the time we all got there, the line had already wrapped around the block. we waited so long that i had to sneak into a nearby restaurant to use their bathroom.
i don't remember how much time passed, but eventually a live nation crew member walked by our group and did a double take when he spotted us. ME specifically, because of the hair. and i knew it was because of me because he immediately comes up to me and asks if i'm here with anyone. i'm confused as hell by the question, but i point to my friends. he counts that there's 3 of us total and says something into his walkie talkie before he asks us to follow him and skip the line. there's no explanation WHY. we're still confused and we don't wanna leave the line we've been standing in for god knows how long.....but he's already walking away and our curiosity is too strong. so fuck it, we follow the guy down the block and skip the whole line.
he leads us to a much smaller group of fans that have been 'set aside' and asks us to wait with them instead. STILL no explanation. at this point i'm thinking we've been picked for the noisemakers and glasses and shit that they're gonna hand out for the recording.
turns out: nope!! we've been picked because – not to toot my own dumbass college horn – we all looked cool for the camera, so they wanted to put us up front. they hand us numbered index cards indicating our spots up front. i'm given spot #9. i am – to put it lightly – losing my ever-loving fucking mind at this point. but i'm playing it like i'm totally chill. so calm. so relaxed. not at all about to have the excited version of a panic attack. not one bit.
i know "sing" was the song they aired on TV, but they actually played 4 songs to make it a worthwhile evening for us, which was fucking amazing. they played "na na na" and "i'm not okay" and i thiiiiiiink the last song was "famous last words" but i was literally blacking out with joy for most of the night so don't quote me on that. they did dedicate "i'm not okay" to all of us though and you can't prove that i cried, so shut the fuck up.
funnily enough, even with the fire engine red hair, i didn't wind up on camera in a close up shot or anything. my buddy ryan did though!! probably because he's like 50 feet tall:
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the most view of myself i was ever able to find was here at the bottom right – next to ryan, who's towering over me. i think he's literally looking down in this moment to make sure i haven't been crushed.
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shout out to the other girl toward the center of the screenshot with the matching hair. twinsies <333
but as if all of THAT wasn't enough, as if being up front during a taped MCR new year's eve performance at rockefeller plaza wasn't enough – frank tossed me one of his guitar picks at the end of the night.
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it's gonna sound sappy but it's true: at a time when i was on my own for the first time, trying to make new friends in a new city, i've never felt more like i was on the right track in my life than that night. it was fucking magical, no other way to describe it.
SO. that's the story of how i dyed my hair red in a fit of college rebellion and wound up getting picked from a lineup of hundreds of folks to stand up front at a mini MCR show that was pre-taped for new year's eve with carson daly. what a time to be alive in-fucking-deed.
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aestariiwilderness · 21 days
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Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 5(?) (I think?) Thoughts
Well, one big one:
HAHAHAhahahahaHHAHAHAHAHA
And the little ones:
I have been waiting for Omega to pull the age card since season 1 -- actually since before I really knew what the newest Star Wars Baby's name actually was. This was great and I want Hunter to realize it's coming for him next
I haven't stopped laughing about the "moment of silence for our fallen brother" since I saw it. Someone: *mentions Tech* Every single clone in the room: *pledge of Allegiance moment*
WHY IS CROSSHAIR STILL WEARING THE JACKET
WHY IS HE STILL WEARING THE JACKET ON A BEACH IN FULL SUNLIGHT
Crosshair is 100% the angsty sullen goth vampire hissing like he's been hit with holy water in Hawaiian environments with kind people chasing after him bearing fruit and love that I knew he would be
Crosshair: spends like two weeks on Pabu Crosshair: I can't take it anymore! UGH SUNLIGHT *drags the entire Batch to freaking Barton IV* ah, home sweet murder home. the last place I had a really good angst before my older sister found me and dragged me home by the ear. fond memories
Echo, you're a disgrace but also somehow still the only sane one here
Do datapads just not need to ever charge in Star Wars??
Omega: oh yah I have a sister did you know Echo: okay, we don't have time to unpack all that
Where is the heck is Phee? Is she just...off dismembering Cid or something?
Crosshair: "I know a place" Hunter: "YOU'RE NOT TELLING US EVERYTHING ABOUT IT" Crosshair: "I ALREADY KILLED EVERYTHING DANGEROUS HERE what do you WANT FROM ME" *Dune 2021 erupts from underneath the base* Crosshair: .... Crosshair: huh. guess Mayday forgot to mention that particular natural feature. My bad y'all
GUYS. WE NEVER TURN OFF THE MYSTERIOUS PERIMETER SENSORS. IDIOTS KNOW THIS. DID WE LEARN NOTHING FROM THE KRYKNA INCIDENTS I, II, and III
Crosshair looking at Batcher: ah, the new and improved Hunter. You're my favorite. We'll try to save you Hunter but if it gets too inconvenient I'll be over there taking a nap Hunter, standing right there: hey
Congratulations Batcher I guess you're his service animal now
Hunter: *sneaks up behind Crosshair stacking random regs' helmets one by one on a crate* Hunter: *considering Crosshair's past track record with regs, the Empire, and loyalty* so, like...did he kill these guys, or...? Hunter:...do I want to know? Hunter: *does a 180* NOPE
Hunter: "dID yOu tHiNK we wErE juST gOinG tO tAkE yOu bAcK witHoUT aSkIng aNy quEsTiONs???" Hunter, you beloved moron. You DID just take him back without asking any questions. To your super secret summer home no less. And let him spend two whole weeks chilling on a beach before it occurred to you to do anything other than stare at him with complete lack of subtlety from the top of a cliff
Why were you stalking him from the top of a cliff Hunter
Crosshair, he was silhouetted against the sun like 100 feet away with an almost seven foot dude right next to him. There was no hiding going on here. At all. Detecting him is not a super sniper skill. If you HADN'T seen that, we'd have a problem
Crosshair: hey yeah guys so this is clearly a Very Important Place to me that I will proceed to tell you Absolutely Nothing About. BTW don't land there Echo, there's a corpse in the middle of the landing pad somewhere. Possibly two if they never bothered picking up Nolan Echo:... Echo, 1000000% done with this Batch's drama: at least there's no blood this time
"I've made mistakes" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *smash cuts to using flamethrower on civilians* *shooting Wrecker* *"aim for the kid!"* *nearly dropping Tech off an ion engine* *trying to burn them all alive in an ion engine* *shooting at them* *kidnapping Hunter* *kidnapping all of them* *getting them trapped on Kamino while it SINKS* *shooting pretty much everybody at some point* *plan 88 but no context!* AHAHAHAHAHAHA this is my new favorite line. Hunter should get him a T-shirt that says that to replace that awful hip pocket thing
Wrecker getting genre-aware
Omega: "I told you to TALK to him not ARGUE with him" Crosshair, sulkily: "He STARTED IT" EDIT: 23. IF I SEE ONE MORE ICE VULTURE IN THIS HOUSE
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Yandere Male Version! Artsy x Fem! Reader
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Artsy is my OC so he's basically a Yandere chibi who hacked into Y/N's laptop for a while to stay with her forever when she opened the lid of her laptop. His voice was a huge contrast to match his babyface lol. The art style originally belonged to a username called @bananahkim from a website called Picrew which users can use the creators' avatar designs to create their own OC's appearance.
Warning: Yandere's behaviours, stalker, obsessive, fictional character, anxious and more
Once I open the lid of my laptop, my wallpaper was already changed by an anonymous which I have no idea who hacked into my laptop to change it. Now the wallpaper became a chibi version of a young blonde lad with huge green eyes, a huge grin with perfect white teeth, his black eyebrows were thin, his skin color is white, his nose looked like European or a flawless nose that shaped so perfect without any flaws! He wears a white ribbon neck tie on his white shirt collar, wore a yellow cardigan with brown buttons, messy curly short blonde hair. He looked like in a modern era or something?
He stared at me with his glowing eyes with a creepy smile. He looked almost very obsessive to me I guess?
When I want to place my thumb on the small raven square keykap which was the power engine and also a fingerprint detector to scan my fingerprints, the screen started to glitch with glitchy movements like shift from left to right. It really send the chills up to my spine. What’s wrong with my laptop? Did somebody hacked in my laptop just make more viruses to corrupt my laptop system in order to steal all of my personal details to be a criminal or stalker?
The blonde lad suddenly moved like I was watching an animation from my laptop. It went smoothly like the display was completely fine! He moved his head sideways to express how puzzled that I was literally frightened of him. “Are you ok, Y/N? You looked so pale right now… Do you need my assistance?” Wow, I never expected his voice to be so raspy which was so weird and sexy at the same time??? His voice was deeper than I thought, I thought his voice sounded like a chipmunk or young lad who hadn’t developed a raspy voice yet. I guess I cannot judge a book by its cover~ I shrugged as I left myself speechless.
“Nope, I wasn’t hoping for a young boy like you were moving in front of me like I’m playing a visual novel game to see a fictional character appear on the main protagonist’s screen. It looked so fake tbh. Now it resembles I’m the main character here talking with a fictional character who became really stuck in my laptop screen.”
The lad chuckled in amusement. “No, you’re utterly overthinking Miss Y/N~ I am here to help you whether you need my help or not. I’m here to protect you even though I looked so delicate and stuck in your screen. However, you haven’t discovered a secret that I can actually climb out of your screen at any time ~”
“Wait! How do you know my name already!? I didn’t expose my name to you! Did someone send you to hack my laptop and fool me with your cute disguise?!” My tone suddenly became infuriating as I felt so fury about him acting like a cute boy to mess around with me. I started to feel suspicious about him.
He chuckled ironically thinking I must be insane or stupid to assume such nonsense that was trying to make sense of it. “No, I’m the one who wants to see you and hacked into your laptop so that you would never change the wallpaper ever again! Now you just have to look at me whenever you open the lid for me~ Ah~ It’s such a blessing to see and hear you for eternity~ I mean look at you! How would men not get this perfect opportunity just to stick with you forever? This is true love~ I’m here to be your dearest yet devoted boyfriend~ Don’t fret, my love~ You’ll soon get used to it and change your mind instantly to adore me back just like what I did to you! Doesn’t it sound so lovely when we finally get to meet together like this? Darling, you should let your guard down and embrace me with no doubts! I’m a trustworthy lad and I’m sure you would notice how loyal I am acting toward you! If you really leave me alone, you have no idea it shattered my heart like pieces of glass shards. Please… Stay with me forever~ I promise I will do anything you desire! Just trust me~ And I won’t ever let you down~”
His rambling or confession made me wanna shut his mouth so that I can talk him back. I mean yeah he’s trying his best to explain how innocent and lovely he was but it doesn’t mean that I need to trust this random stranger out of nowhere just to obey him. In the other half of me thinks he might actually wanted me to be kind with him and made me feel pity for him to beg me for this…
I felt so contradicted and indecisive.
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