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Masterlist
Updated: 7/1/2021
Requests: OPEN
Hey guys! I hope you are having a fantabulous day. I've been putting this off, but I'm finally making a list of what I'll write! So please send me an ask or shoot me a message and I'll gladly write something for you if I am feeling up to it. That's about it... so here it is:
Dream SMP:
Dreamwastaken
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons
Technoblade
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)
Philza
Schlatt
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)
Niki
Quackity
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons
Tommy (only platonic)
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons
Tubbo (only platonic)
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)
Ranboo (only platonic)
Witch!Hybrid Headcanons (Part 2)
Marvel:
Steve Rogers
The Afterparty
The Aftermath (Part 2 to The Afterparty)
Dare
La Revolución
Bucky Barnes
Wanda Maximoff
Star Wars:
Dyn Djarin
Obi Wan
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler
Cottagecore AU
Criminal Minds:
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Emily Prentiss
She's a Lady
Luke Alvez
Penelope Garcia
Game of Thrones:
Jon Snow
Sansa Stark
Margaery Tyrell
FNAF
William Afton (not springtrap)
Michael Afton
Other:
Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out
What I will write:
Fluff
Angst
Platonic relationships
Romantic relationships
Swearing
Alcohol
Drabbles
Headcanons
Reactions
Most likely to least likely lists
What I will NOT write:
Smut, it can be mentioned but nothing too nasty bc I'm shit at writing for it
Underage ships/pedophilia
Incest
R*pe/S**ual assault
Homophobia/Transphobia
AMAB/genderneutral/trans POV (I don't want to portray the community in a bad way)
Racism
WE DO NOT STAN INTOLERANCE
Alrighty, I think that is it. But I may gradually add more characters when I think of them. Have a great day, stay hydrated, eat something of sustenance, and know that you are loved. Byeeeee!
🎉 100 Follower Special!!!!!!!! 🎉
Yes, I know that 100 isn't a lot, but I'm happy about it. I have made a playlist of 100 songs, give me a number, pronouns, and a character on the list and I'll write a prompt for them! My only conditions are that it's not smut.
I also do poly and platonic relationships!
Characters:
Star Wars:
Kylo Ren
Rey Palpatine
Poe Dameron
Obi Wan
Padme Amadala
Mando/Dyn Djarin
Marvel:
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Loki
Stephen Strange
Natasha Romanova
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Criminal Minds:
Emily Prentiss
Aaron Hotchner
David Rossi
Spencer Reid
Derek Morgan
Elle Greenaway
Penelope Garcia
Luke Alvez
NCIS
Tony DiNozzo
Ziva Davidd
Stranger Things:
Nancy Wheeler
Jim Hopper
Steve Harrington
Game of Thrones:
Sansa Stark
Jon Snow
Podrick Payne
Miscellaneous Musicals:
Heather McNamara from Heathers
Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton
Maria Reynolds from Hamilton
Michael from Be More Chill
Jeremy from Be More Chill
Miscellaneous Movies/TV Shows
Zuko from ATLA
Ransom Drysdale from Knives Out
Songs:
I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons
Piano Man - Billie Joel
I'm an Albatraoz - AronChupa
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC
Help! - The Beatles
Come Together - The Beatles
Human - Rag'n'Bone Man
Counting Stars - OneRepublic
Castle - Halsey
Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
Take On Me - aha
Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash
Girls like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko
Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N' Roses
Dream On - Aerosmith
Live and Let Die - Paul McCartney
You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi
What it's Like - Everlast
Crazy Train - Ozzy Osborne
Survivor - cover by 2WEI
My Life - Billie Joel
Control - Halsey
Monster - Imagine Dragons
No Scrubs - cover by Unlike Pluto
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Like a Prayer - Madonna
Material Girl - Madonna
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
Feeling Good - Michael Buble
Americano - Lady Gaga
You should see me in a Crown - Billie Eilish
River - Bishop Briggs
Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar
Bad Romance - Lady Gaga
Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
Pound the Alarm - Nicki Minaj
Viva La Vida - Coldplay
Who We Are - Imagine Dragons
Birthday Suit - Cosmo Sheldrake
Good as Hell - Lizzo
Truth Hurts - Lizzo
Juice - Lizzo
Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake
Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance
You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE
Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish
Bad Guy - Billie Eilish
Tiny Dancer - Elton John
Crocodile Rock - Elton John
I'm Still Standing - Elton John
Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake
We Didn't Start the Fire - Billie Joel
Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye
Mr. Glassman - Scotty Sire
Gasoline - Halsey
Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John
These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra
Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nocks
Juke Box Hero - Foreigner
Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy
Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics
Oops!... I Did It Again - Britney Spears
Some Nights - Fun
I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons
I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers
Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood
Ophelia - The Lumineers
Hayloft - Mother Mother
Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery
Arms Tonite - Mother Mother
Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift
Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling
She Wolf - David Guetta
(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
Renegades - X Ambassadors
Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
Roxanne - The Police
Dude Looks Like A Lady - Aerosmith
99 Luftballoons - NENA
Funkytown - Lipps Inc.
Blood in the Water - Grandson
Verbatim -Mother Mother
Baby One More Time - Britney Spears
Hooked On A Feeling - Blue Swede
Mad World - Gary Jules
Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man
Handclap - Fitz and the Tantrums
Friction - Imagine Dragons
Yesterday - Imagine Dragons
Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons
Natural - Imagine Dragons
All of Me - John Legend
Ho Hey - The Lumineers
Private Eyes - Daryl Hall & John Oates
Ain't No Mountain High - Marvin Gaye
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Art is Dead - Bo Burnham
Cake by the Ocean - DNCE
Under Pressure - Queen
Tell Him - The Exciters
YCH with din djarin
check out my ko-fi for more details
https://ko-fi.com/aysder
example of finished work:
Hi guys after a long period Im finally here again!
I just wanted to say sorry to all of you and now im ready to post again, in these week i tried to focus on a story that will have a sequel but it was really, and is still difficult find an idea to continue, but i Will try the same..... Anyway.... Can we talk about Joel miller.... Like ..... Can we talk about the fact that i need a Joel miller in my life
My god!!🥵🥲
The Split
The Mandalorian x female Reader
(gif contributed by @bennskywalker) (much love and undying gratitude to @equalstrashflavoredtrash for constant cheerleading, support, and beta services, and saving me every time I felt stuck on a scene; and also to @cptnbvcks for indulging the Big Meat headcanon and guaranteeing it’s happening in all my fics)
Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: choking, spanking, dominance/submission, threats during intimacy, rough sex Words: 8478
Summary: The Reader is a fellow Nevarran bounty hunter, working with the Mandalorian to catch a quarry and splitting the reward. They keep renegotiating the split until passions spark and other, kinkier interests start slipping out.
Full Fic:
There’s one thing you can appreciate about working with the Mandalorian: he sure knows how to be terrifying to his quarry. It’s not about bluster with him, or wild threats that can make a hunter seem unhinged; it’s in his sheer presence. He’s caught up to the quarry you’ve been tracking together, and now he looms over his prey like he’s inevitable.
‘Course, you’d never let him know he even made you shiver. “Enough with the dramatics,” you say to him, coming up behind the cowering bounty and yanking her arms together behind her back. “I’m the one that got her blaster out of her hand, and that’s the hardest part. Once they’re disarmed it’s all over. That ups my cut to 70%.”
A frustrated little hiss emanates from your business partner. He points that looming mask more squarely at you. “Fifty-five was what we agreed,” he says, words clipped. “And that was only because you had the specific location—”
“Without which your schedule wouldn’t have been worth shit,” you finish for him, pressing the binder around your quarry’s wrists. At least, the metal cuff clicks shut around one of them…
Keep reading
Modern!Din Djarin
A/n:some shows/movies will be changed into modern for Instagram blurbs. For example Star Wars and Game Of Thrones.
Unknown_y/n:
*privated*
Liked by: _djarin
Unknown_y/n: for my eyes only👀
_djarin: only yours♥️
↳ unknown_y/n: I miss you come home!
↳ _djarin: I’ll be back tomorrow Cyar'ika
Din Djarin
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Instagram blurbs: (modern)
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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A night in a beautiful meadow and an innocent question leads to a startling confession.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,422
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Literally none. Just an oblivious reader and nervous Din. Fluff rised to the max.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Guy’s, this made me weep with how cute it is. So, just fair warning I guess?
masterlist | read on ao3
Like most things, it started with a simple question.
“Cyar’ika, can you hand me that wrench?”
You were helping Din with some repairs on the Crest when you heard that word for the hundredth time.
As you picked up the tool, your mind wrestled with the wandering thoughts of what that word meant. Din called you that all the time. He’d throw some others in the mix every once in a while.
Mesh’la.
Cyar.
Cyar’ika was the most common, though. You didn’t speak a bit of Mando’a, so you had no clue what he was calling you. He could be calling you the worst thing ever, and you wouldn’t even know. But even with his rough exterior, you highly doubted that he was referring to you as anything too horrible.
With every cyar, mesh’la, or cyar’ika your curiosity grew. But you didn’t voice your questions out of fear that you’d overstep some invisible boundary. You and Din were close—well, as close as the Mandalorian would let himself get to you. He’d told you his true name, so you counted that as progress. He still had so many secrets, though. So you didn’t want to push him to reveal stuff he wasn’t ready for. You would take whatever he’d give you. You would have him, however you could.
But sometimes your interest was almost too much.
Like at daybreak when he would touch your shoulder oh so gently and say, “Good morning, cyar.” In that deep, velvety cadence his voice had in the mornings.
Or when you’d just had a close call on a mission and he would rush to you, frantic, and place his hands on your cheeks. “Are you alright, cyar’ika? Are you hurt?” The words would leave his lips in a hurry and sometimes jumble together. You knew what he was saying nonetheless.
It was those moments when he showed you gentleness, concern, and care that you found it hard not to blurt out everything on your mind.
“What does cyar’ika mean?”
“What does cyar and mesh’la mean?”
“Do you know what it does to me when you touch me?”
“Do you love me as much as I love you?”
But you kept quiet and let the thoughts mingle in your mind. You were just going to leave well enough alone. Hoping that possibly ignoring your curiosity would make it, and your developing feelings fade away. That proved to require arduous effort, which you found yourself lacking day by day. And eventually, your efforts proved to be in vain.
The night it happened, the Crest had landed on some forest planet. Din had just wrapped up a difficult hunt, so he perched the ship on the first globe he could. You and the kid had been cooped up inside for days now, so as soon as the hatch opened, you were both bounding down from the cockpit.
The kid ran into the tall grass of the field, chasing frogs and crickets with the moonlight guiding his expedition. You stood close to the ship, just watching him with a loving smile. Din came to stand beside you, quite as ever, but his presence was a comfort you relished in far too much.
The first blink of light had you curious. The second and third and fourth flashes had you in awe.
The serene meadow was set ablaze with glittering brightness. Fireflies floated high and low, strung about the tall grass like hundreds of flawless silvery stars. They blanketed the grassland far and wide, down to the glimmering lake in the distance.
“Oh wow,” you breathed. You ventured farther out into the plain, turning in a slow circle, absolutely awestruck.
You could hear the child’s gurgling laughter from nearby. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat. The dazzling excitement from the whole experience makes you somewhat astounded. You've never seen anything like this before. Something so beautiful.
You face Din, still standing guard at the front of the ship. “Isn’t this spectacular?” You questioned.
You could hear the airy chuckle get past his vocoder. “It’s certainly something.”
You rolled your eyes in a very childish manner and tilted your head in confusion. “How could you think this is anything but…what’s the word for beautiful in Mando’a?”
You’ve caught his full attention now, seemingly catching him off guard. He appears stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts as well perhaps. You don’t understand why. It was just a simple question, but it seemed to have knocked any rational notion from him.
What you don’t know is that while you look at him with such sincerity in your eyes and you wait slightly nervous for his response, his brain is nothing short of a mess.
“Din,” you begin. “If I’ve crossed a line somehow-”
“The word is mesh’la.”
That stops you short. Your heart thudded to a halt for several seconds as you took in the sudden confession.
“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly.
You have no idea that his knees almost buckle at the sound of your voice speaking in his mother tongue.
Your face heats at the implication. Mesh’la means beautiful. Din calls you Mesh’la. Din calls you beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful? Or was it meant as something like a courtesy? Was he just being a flirt? No, Din wasn’t the type. So he must think it if he calls you it.
“Y/N.”
You speak up before he can get another word out. “You think I’m beautiful?”
He nods. “Yes.”
A grin tugs your lips up ever so slightly. Realization dawns on you as your mind recalls all the affectionate exchanges that you fooled yourself into thinking were merely friendly.
A coo from below takes your attention for a moment. The kid is at your feet with his arms stretched up for you. You hold him in the crook of your elbow as you close the distance between you and Din. When you stop in front of him, a radiant smile is permanently placed upon your lips.
“And uh, cyar’ika,” you whisper. “What does that mean…?” You’re a little hesitant to let all your questions come to light. A small part of you still worried you’re reading too much into it.
He takes a deep breath, and you try to ignore the anxiety coursing through you. “Cyar’ika…” He’s never sounded this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”
The blood rushes to your cheeks with a new fury, painting your skin scarlet. It terrifies you a little that you can’t see his face, that you can’t read the expressions he is wearing right now. You think you know where this is going, but not being able to sense the situation from the other person makes it hard to be sure. You can see that he’s tense, possibly waiting for you to tell him that you were uncomfortable. But you weren't; you were a nervous wreck, but you were not uncomfortable with this knew information in the slightest. You were trying to figure out how to move forward with this without seeming like a lovesick fool.
After waiting an eternity trying to get a hold of yourself, you make a decision. You slowly bring your hands up to him, gently gliding along his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the cool surface of his helmet.
You can feel his panic, but you softly sush him. Eventually, your hands still on the side of his helmet, where you imagine his cheeks would be. You picture them flushed like yours. Even through the impenetrable beskar, you feel like the heat of his skin is melting into yours. You imagine how it would actually feel to be skin to skin with him. If you ever had the privilege to experience that, you were sure you could die happy.
What happens next is a surprise. Din clutches your hands in his and brings them down between you both. He then slowly touches his forehead to yours. The shock of cold metal draws a gasp from your lips.
“Ni ganar hid ner kar'taylir darasuum teh gar par chaaj'yc too munit, cyar’ika.” A whispered admission comes from him.
You can’t help but laugh as you have no clue what he said. “What?”
He chuckles along with you. “I said that I have hidden my love from you for far too long, sweetheart.”
Your heart cracks open with so many emotions that it’s overwhelming. It aches inside you, but the pain is welcome because you’d rather have this, him, than the uncertainty you lived in for so long.
I poured over this for days, and I still feel like something isn't right. But oh well, maybe it'll come to me later. 🤷♀️
is pedro pascal real?? can anyone confirm?????????